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Post by Fawn on Dec 17, 2012 22:02:44 GMT -5
[STYLE=background: url(http://wonderworlds.org/images/snowflakes/snowflakes-paper-background-seamless-blue.jpg); width: 460px; margin: auto; border: 5px #47432b solid; text-align: center; border-radius: 15px;][STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/silverkit-tableimage.jpg) bottom right; height: 240px; width: 436px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px #47432b solid;] [/style][STYLE=background-color: #47432b; margin: 0px 10px -3px; padding: 2px 5px; border-top: 3px #615b38 solid; border-bottom: 3px #615b38 solid; font: 20 Times; letter-spacing: 5px; color: #c1ca97;]TreeClan - 3 Moons - She-kit[/style][STYLE=background-color: #bfc69f; border: 2px #8f9b58 solid; margin: 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; padding: 10px; font: 12px Calibri; color: #323021; opacity: .8; text-align: justify;] Golden fur. Green grass. Soft breeze. Silverkit knew she was dreaming simply due to the season change; being so young, she could scarcely imagine how beautiful the forest was going to look in the spring. It was so vibrant! The ground wasn't cold, and there was prey everywhere! The tiny silver kitten watched with huge eyes as she drew in the landscape, a leaf wafting down to gently tickle her nose, and she would have pounced on it had a familiar looking golden shape not distracted her. It was a she-cat, and not just any she-cat, it was the she-cat, the one who had been dancing through her dreams for a whole moon now, and Silverkit let out a loud squeak; "Hey wait! Come back! PLEASE!" Scrambling after the strange cat with the beautiful golden fur, Silverkit was faintly reminded of Lionstar every time, for the hue was of that same sandy, sunny color that TreeClan's leader possessed. Though it had been easy to get around before, it was as if invisible things kept getting in Silverkit's way, and she found that she had to jump, walk a little bit further, jump, walk a little more and keep repeating these actions if she were to catch up to the golden feline at all. The sunlight was warm upon her silver kitten fur, but for some reason her paws didn't feel very warm... Continuing to pursue the golden she-cat, the tiny kitten had no idea that her actions were being repeated in the real world, and that she was getting farther and farther from camp with each jump through the dense snow. [/style][/style][/style][STYLE=font: 10px Calibri; width: 450px; margin:auto; text-align: center;]table (c) Quirky Tea at Back to Neverland
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Post by Phoenix on Dec 17, 2012 22:32:44 GMT -5
It had taken far too long for him to completely rid himself of that disgusting sap and get his fur back to the state it had been before the scuffle with the leader. He still could not believe that Lionstar had had the pure audacity to shove him into a tree like that - particularly one covered in sap - as if he were a piece of prey. Though he could see the effectiveness of such a move, Noblepaw was far from amused; in fact, it irritated him to the point where he had a hard time falling asleep, despite the mostly thorough beating that TreeClan's resident leader had given him.
And it may have been the actions of her older step-brother that saved Silverkit's life that night.
Sleep had just deigned to grace Noblepaw with its presence when a squeal echoed through camp, high-pitched and piercing. The apprentice winced, letting out a soft hiss as his desired slumber danced just out of reach, before wondering what insolent kit had shouted out in the middle of the night. Listening intently, he hoped to identify the voice the next time it cried out; however, a only silence, deafening in contrast, answered. That would not do. Noblepaw wanted to get up and tell that kit to "shut up and go back to sleep. Please." and perhaps give the irritating furball a piece of his mind in the process.
Rising to his paws, the apprentice ducked out of the den, moonlight falling on marred features as he looked around what appeared to be a deserted camp. Then something moved, drawing his narrow-eyed gaze, and he noticed a small silver shape leaving camp a moment later. What? By its size, the figure was obviously a kit - no apprentice was that small - and that left only one explanation: the little trouble-maker had chosen to sneak out of camp in the middle of the night.
Before he had given the command, Noblepaw's feet lead him after the kit, easily covering the familiar ground with long strides despite the rather limiting snow that covered the ground. He was very proud to say that he had grown over the course of his apprenticeship, and it was now noticeable. He resembled a warrior more than an apprentice, something that he valued dearly. The kit's trail was painfully easy to follow, particularly for someone of his level and ability. She - the only silver-furred kit he could think of was Lionstar's step-sister, Silverkit - left an obvious trail in the snow that was far to deep for someone of her stature. With all of the evidence of jumping, Noblepaw assumed that the small thing would tire very quickly, especially since kits were not known for their endurance. Then he could give Lionstar's kin a piece of his mind - and possibly soothe his irritation toward said leader in the process - and drag his trouble-making sister back to camp by the scruff of her neck. Perhaps this isn't such a bad night after all.
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Post by Fawn on Dec 17, 2012 22:53:45 GMT -5
[STYLE=background: url(http://wonderworlds.org/images/snowflakes/snowflakes-paper-background-seamless-blue.jpg); width: 460px; margin: auto; border: 5px #47432b solid; text-align: center; border-radius: 15px;][STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/silverkit-tableimage.jpg) bottom right; height: 240px; width: 436px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px #47432b solid;] [/style][STYLE=background-color: #47432b; margin: 0px 10px -3px; padding: 2px 5px; border-top: 3px #615b38 solid; border-bottom: 3px #615b38 solid; font: 20 Times; letter-spacing: 5px; color: #c1ca97;]TreeClan - 3 Moons - She-kit[/style][STYLE=background-color: #bfc69f; border: 2px #8f9b58 solid; margin: 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; padding: 10px; font: 12px Calibri; color: #323021; opacity: .8; text-align: justify;] Jeez! Was it just her or was it getting harder and harder to move? Unknowingly traveling into denser and denser snow drifts, Silverkit passed through a few more pools of sunlight in her dream world, just barely keeping a bushy golden tail in sight. She let out another desperate squeak for the she-cat to slow down, but she seemed not to hear her. Flanks heaving, the kitten almost stopped, her paws feeling tingly despite walking through relatively short, green grass and hurrying past lazily fluttering butterflies and fuzzy-bodied bumblebees, but the busy golden tail she'd been chasing suddenly got closer. Excitement outweighing her tiredness, Silverkit put on a determined burst of speed, hoping that now, after so many dreams spent chasing after this she-cat or watching this she-cat's interactions from afar, she would at last have the answers she sought. Getting overly excited, the kitten got close enough that she could latch onto the busy tail of the she-cat, and she gave it a playful tug, relief flooding through her that it was tangible. "Got you!" She squeaked. The answer she got back was a snarl the likes of which she had never heard before. The dream world suddenly shattered before her baby-blue eyes, and Silverkit gasped in terror as a masked creature with a heavily ringed tail whirled around to face her, yellowed teeth revealed as it roared once more from it's cavernous mouth. Silverkit tried to scramble backwards, squealing in absolute fear, but the snow made it difficult for her already tired legs to get through it. "HELP! HELP! H-HELP ME!" She yowled, the moonlight hidden from her as the masked creature towered over her, one dextrous paw reaching straight the petrified silver kitten cowering in the snow. Oh great StarClan, how had she gotten into this mess? [/style][/style][/style][STYLE=font: 10px Calibri; width: 450px; margin:auto; text-align: center;]table (c) Quirky Tea at Back to Neverland
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Post by Phoenix on Dec 19, 2012 19:30:01 GMT -5
Driven by his pure desire to catch Silverkit and return Lionstar's kin to camp with some harsh words, he had not completely considered all of the consequences of his actions. Now, cold and in the middle of TreeClan's territory, Noblepaw began to wonder if he had made the right decision. Now that he had left the open clearing behind, he realized that the moon was not as bright as he had thought it was and that the woven tree branches above were very effective at blocking he light. The shadows were considerably more threatening and numerous than he remembered from previous nights, and as he cast a glance around the area, he found himself thinking about just how exposed he was. The tom was not made to be a night hunter, not like some of the predators he was sure existed somewhere; his gray and white fur reflected what little moonlight hit it with ease, and it did not take a lot to notice a cat of his size trooping around through the snow when he should have been asleep in his den. Anything might be hiding in those shadows.
Something snapped behind him, and nerves at their limit, he whipped around, claws unsheathing and barely biting back the threatening hiss that wanted to rise. Green eyes stared into the shadows around him, the world turning into a stark black and white scene; there were the inky shadows that could hide anything, and then there was resplendant snow that shone so brightly it almost blinded him. In the war for dominance of the scene, the shadows were winning, and the thought of what-could-be shook the apprentice to the core. A shiver ran down his spine and after another moment of staring, he forced himself to turn and continue on.
It was then that he became aware of the numbness that had begun to creep into his paws. As far as the weather had been, this night was rather mild in comparison. In response, the snow seemed to have developed a more bone-chilling frigidness to it; he rarely became this cold this quickly during the day, even while laying around. He seriously began to consider turning back around while he knew he could make it back to camp. The little holes made by Silverkit would still exist in the morning, protected from the wind by any undergrowth. And who knew - the kit might even wander back to camp herself?
Just as he made up his mind to return, a panicked yowl shattered what had once been a peaceful night. Instantly, his heart began to pound - Silverkit! - and he doubled his effort into following TreeClan's missing kit. The slow pace with which he had moved transformed into a series of bounding leaps, and though his main priority was to catch up to the little she-cat, his primal fear dictated that he try to remain as silent as possible. Despite the snow and his now almost completely numb paws, he gained speed, covering ground much more faster. His breath came out in small, rapid clouds, eyes focused on the forest ahead. But even quick reflexes could not have saved him from charging head first into the raccoon.
Air escaped him in the form of a grunt on impact as the momentum behind his leaping knocked the two of them away from the petrified kit, leaving him winded. Claws slipped from their sheathes as he climbed back to his paws, placing himself between the night predator and the kit. Green eyes, alight with challenge, landed on his opponent, and his lips pulled back into a snarl. As it did before every battle, his focus narrowed down to the raccoon and any obstacles in the immediate area; the anxiety that had nearly clouded his reason before had dispersed, replaced by a cold determination. In an instant, he sized up his opponent, aware of beady little eyes doing the same to him. And then the dance began.
The first thing Noblepaw realized, apart from the creature's size and bulk, was that it had nearly as much accuracy and skill with its paws as he did and that its claws were very, very sharp. While he saw a shine of intelligence in its glittering eyes, the tom was also very aware of the lack of strategy in its attack and the weaknesses that were very quickly becoming obvious. Like a cat, it relied a lot on the dexterity of its forepaws, and though they were probably its most valuable weapon, they could also become its greatest weakness.
He gradually let off his attacks, slowly moving back until he reached the point where the raccoon would have to lunge at him in order to land a blow. Had the creature owned any amount of strategy in its masked head, it would have noticed his odd behavior and perhaps thought twice about attacking. But it did not, and as expected, the raccoon lashed out, lunging forward. Dodging the blow was far too simple, and before it had time to recover and regain its balance, Noblepaw had already landed numerous blows to its face.
Now he had the upper hand, and he planned on taking advantage of the situation. Claws dug into the furry creature while it writhed, crying out in pain. Jaws clamped down on an ear as he rained blow after blow down on the predator. He sensed the change in intention the instant it occurred, when the raccoon's priorities changed from an easy meal to a quick retreat. Letting loose a hiss as he lost his grip on his opponent, the apprentice chased it into the brush. For a moment after, he heard branches breaking as it crashed through the undergrowth. And then, there was the deafening silence that seemed to follow after every victory.
Green eyes found Silverkit again with minimal difficulty, and while he let his senses explore the surrounding area, he approached the she-cat. Belatedly, he realized that he had no idea what he was going to do about the kit, apart from taking her back to camp. He did not know the motivation behind her actions nor how badly this incident might have scarred her. But as he opened his mouth, the words came tumbling out as if he had prepared for this moment for his whole life. "Let's get home, Silverkit. Sound good?"
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Post by Fawn on Dec 19, 2012 20:10:53 GMT -5
[STYLE=background: url(http://wonderworlds.org/images/snowflakes/snowflakes-paper-background-seamless-blue.jpg); width: 460px; margin: auto; border: 5px #47432b solid; text-align: center; border-radius: 15px;][STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/silverkit-tableimage.jpg) bottom right; height: 240px; width: 436px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px #47432b solid;] [/style][STYLE=background-color: #47432b; margin: 0px 10px -3px; padding: 2px 5px; border-top: 3px #615b38 solid; border-bottom: 3px #615b38 solid; font: 20 Times; letter-spacing: 5px; color: #c1ca97;]TreeClan - 3 Moons - She-kit[/style][STYLE=background-color: #bfc69f; border: 2px #8f9b58 solid; margin: 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; padding: 10px; font: 12px Calibri; color: #323021; opacity: .8; text-align: justify;] Silverkit had been alive long enough to learn of the reputation Noblepaw had. She did not know of his battle prowess, she only had a few inklings of what had caused the scratches on the older tom's face, the story would eventually trickle down to her level. With that being said, Silverkit had nearly squeaked in further awe at her horrible predicament had Noblepaw been a rogue of some sort, Silverkit only able to recognize him when the moonlight fell upon his heavily marred features. Rather than relax, however, the little kitten had sat stock still, eyes as round as death berries as she watched the ensuing fight, her hopes (and her life) hanging onto the idea that Noblepaw would fend off this strange creature. To her immense relief, the frozen kitten had watched, speechless as the masked menace was sent running off into the snowy woods, her attention snapping back when she was suddenly cast in shadow. "Let's get home, Silverkit. Sound good?"Fixing her kitten blue eyes upon the cat who had saved her, Silverkit nodded weakly, stumbling forward to press against his left front leg, quaking right down to her bones out of a potent mixture of fear, exhaustion and the cold. Silverkit felt confused and upset and tired all at the same time - confused because the forest was nothing like one she had dreamed about. It was scary, it was dark, it was cold. It was...someplace she didn't want to be anymore. Squeezing blue eyes shut, the silver shaded kitten huddled close to Noblepaw, seemingly as though she had turned to living, breathing stone, her little heart still pitter-pattering against an even littler ribcage. She just wanted to go home! [/style][/style][/style][STYLE=font: 10px Calibri; width: 450px; margin:auto; text-align: center;]table (c) Quirky Tea at Back to Neverland
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Post by Phoenix on Dec 19, 2012 20:57:40 GMT -5
Her response was an affirmative and just as obvious as if she had spoken. Noblepaw became very aware of the quivering that had overcome the kit now that she had decided to press herself against his leg. If he, an apprentice with moons of hard-earned muscle on his bones, was cold, he could only imagine how frozen the small kit must be, and it only strengthened his resolve to get her back to camp as soon as possible. Silverkit shut her eyes, obviously scared, and he lowered his head, nosing the top of her's with a gentleness he had never known that he had.
"Ok," He muttered. "Let's go."
It was surprisingly easy to carry the kit back home, despite the snow and the chill that had crept into his bones. She was lighter than he had thought she would be, something that caused worry to stir in his gut about the lack of prey for the first time in a while. He decided that he would go out and hunt with Bloodtalon tomorrow. With his mind fixated on returning home, he felt impervious to the thoughts of the monsters lurking in the dark of the shadows. After all, he had just defeated one and proven to any others that he was not to be challenged. The return trip seemed shorter than his journey into the forest, and soon enough, the familiar camp clearing, bathed in moonlight and more welcoming than it had been in a long time, came into view. Noblepaw carried Silverkit over to the nursery, covering the small kit-sized tracks that lead out of it with larger ones of his own. Setting down the she-cat, he instructed firmly, "I'm sure you've learned your lesson about wandering into the forest at night, and I don't think I have to tell you to not leave the nursery again tonight. Go curl up next to your mother and get some sleep, Silverkit."
He waited until he saw her small form disappear into the darkness of the nursery before turning toward his own den, thinking only of the warm nest that would welcome his cold body. He had no doubt in his mind that he would be able to fall asleep now, if the weariness in his bones was anything to go by. The last thought that crossed his half-conscious mind was a rather disturbing one: I sounded like Lionstar out there.
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