[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=Cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 420px;] [STYLE=width: 420px; height: 275px; background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Pyrelight-postingtableimage.jpg); border-top: 15px solid #000000; border-left: 15px solid #000000; border-right: 15px solid #000000; border-bottom: 5px solid #000000; webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;] [/style][STYLE= width: 400px; height: 400px; background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/beigepattern-1.jpg); font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; color: CD5C5C; border: 15px solid #ffffff; overflow: auto;] The way the flakes fell so gently down onto soft tabby fur, you'd think the whole world was at peace, quietly spinning, quietly living, just quiet. It was the opposite, really - at least behind the light hazel eyes of a StoneClan Queen as she made her way through the snowy, stony terrain she called home. A stir-crazy desire to get up and walk around now that her offspring were so close to apprenticeship had been one of three reasons to get her out of camp; the second was Smokeface, her 'mother-in-law', more or less, the she-cat who had given birth to Thornfang, the father of her own kits. She was...troublesome. Pyrelight knew the proud matriarch of the SmokeClan (as Pyrelight preferred to call them) had been talking to her oldest and boldest, Oceankit. That was a combination she'd give up all of her fur in the middle of Leafbare to prevent from happening. As if that wasn't enough to make her want to scream in frustration, there was also the worrisome situation with her closest friend, Falconleap; she had come to truly appreciate and enjoy the time they spent together. However, the nature of Falconleap's pregnancy - the father who lived and fought and fished beyond StoneClan's borders - was not very comforting. She was predicting a hard, long road ahead for the she-cat if she remained in StoneClan, and though Pyrelight selfishly wanted to keep her here as her one true friend, she was starting to get the feeling that maybe it would be better for the queen to join her kits' father in their Clan? Pyrelight let out a huge sigh, an ice cloud hanging as though trying to make her frustration tangible, the cinnamon silver tabby stepping lightly through the snow that was almost up to her underbelly, the dense fur all that kept her from freezing to death out here. Lost in thought, the Queen seeking fresh air had not gone to great lengths to survey her surroundings, to check for danger or any new scents on the wind. That being said, it really wasn't a surprise, but rather an ominous, almost expected thing that a fox, reddish brown pelt in stark contrast with the snow, began to doggedly follow after her, silent as a church mouse though with the starved appetite of a black bear. And the StoneClan queen was none the wiser. [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 25px; color: F4A460; letter-spacing: -2px; -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg); -o-transform: rotate(90deg); margin-right: -450px; margin-top: -70px;]StoneClan ~ Queen ~ Mother of Four [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #333333; padding: 5px; width: 210px, bTable][style=opacity: 0.7; background-color: #494949; padding: 4px;] [/style] [style=font-family: Helvetica Neue; color: #cacaca; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; font-weight: 100!important;]I LIKE THE PEACE IN THE BACK SEAT[/style] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 5px; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #cacaca; text-align: justify;] Panthershadow had been in and out of the camp since before dawn, surveying the plains closely for any sign of returning prey or encroaching enemy cats. He had seen little of the other clans this morning, bar a short-lived meeting with a Rain Clan sentry that had come to nothing, but unfortunately the prey seemed just as scarce; even the silent, furtive warrior hadn’t had much luck outside of a young robin and a rather decrepit-looking squirrel. With the lack of high winds and the snow yet to harden into cruel ice, it was in some ways one of the milder days they’d had this leaf-bare, and he couldn’t help but hope it was a sign that a more prosperous new-leaf was somewhere around the corner. As he was trudging through the deep snow, however, he pick up on what seemed like a faint echo of his own footsteps as the snow crumbled and crunched beneath him. He stopped dead in his tracks, large ears pricking up and his head swiveling about to peer back warily at the little woods. There was a definite flicker of movement there, in the shrubs that grew roughly among the sparse trees, and where there was a gap in the furze he saw quite plainly; dark rufous fur and an absurdly long muzzle, a fox stalking its prey. He hadn’t seen Pyrelight pass by just moments before, an unusual slip in alertness for the vigilant tom, but luckily for the StoneClan queen something else occurred to him in the same moment. It was a thought that made him abandon the course he’d charted for scrublands and after the predator instead; if the fox had found a promising bolt-hole or nest, it would be invaluable information with prey so limited. So he did follow from the shadows of the trees and low-lying shrubs, picking his way through the undergrowth until he could find a proper vantage spot. Peeking out from underneath the shade of a young aspen, he caught sight of the fox and its prey – and his blood chilled in his veins as he got a noseful of the dusty, achingly familiar scent that was the signature of his clan. He recognized the she-cat as Pyrelight, young widow to one of the most famous warriors of their time – what in StarClan’s name was the queen doing out here without an escort? He wasn't the sort to doubt a she-cat's capabilities based solely on her gender, but certain skills were bound to get rusty if you didn't exercise them frequently enough. For goodness sake, with this winter... and Rain Clan growing bolder by the day and Demon's recent forays into the valley... it was a risk for a seasoned warrior to step out on their own. No matter the reason, it was hardly the most important question right then. What mattered was getting his clan-mate out of there in one piece. Though the next few seconds passed in something of a blur, but Panthershadow had a rather clear plan in mind. Panthershadow shot out from the cover of the bushes and in the direction of the fox itself, a surprisingly loud yowl piercing the air in a double-attempt to warn the she-cat and to startle the fox, and when he was within striking distance of the canid’s back legs he lashed out with claws unsheathed. He didn’t care if it hit or did even the slightest of damage; it was meant as a distraction technique more than anything else, and almost immediately afterwards he feinted back to just outside of the fox’s immediate reach, another eerie wail spilling out of the tom, his ears flattened back against his skull, teeth bared in a snarl and his fur bristling on end. notes; aaaaah this post feels super rushed and I'm sorry. ;.; forgive me? [/style] [style=font-family: Helvetica Neue; color: #cacaca; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; font-weight: 100!important;]I DON'T HAVE TO DRIVE I DON'T HAVE TO SPEAK[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=Cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 420px;] [STYLE=width: 420px; height: 275px; background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Pyrelight-postingtableimage.jpg); border-top: 15px solid #000000; border-left: 15px solid #000000; border-right: 15px solid #000000; border-bottom: 5px solid #000000; webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;] [/style][STYLE= width: 400px; height: 400px; background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/beigepattern-1.jpg); font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; color: CD5C5C; border: 15px solid #ffffff; overflow: auto;] The warning yowl struck her with all the force of a lightningbolt, the cinnamon and silver she-cat leaping straight up into the air, spotting the fox - and her savior - on her way back down. Landing a little less gracefully than she would normally, the tribe she-cat's ears folded back as she released a hiss that came out braver than she felt, the queen driven by a protective instinct to not let Panthershadow - that was him, wasn't it? She was almost too startled to scent around properly - take on this fox by himself. Conscious that she was rusty by regular warrior standards, and downright abysmal by Warhawk's standards, Pyrelight worked within her means, grim-faced as she slowly began to make her way through the snow to where Panthershadow was, the 'safety in numbers' tactic not necessarily applying here, it was more along the lines of 'let's not make the fox have to run one of us over to get away'. Well this was going to be the last time she spaced out, the queen decided, her fluffed up tail the only truly distinct display of how high her senses were right now, adrenaline coursing through her veins. The already fluffy winter coat she sported made it hard to tell if she had fluffed up even further as a result of fear, however, her tail had remained the same plume as it always was, and it's 'relaxed appearance' was vastly smaller than it's 'frightened appearance', that was for sure. Spitting loudly, Pyrelight darted forward after one of Panthershadow's attacks to smack the fox on the nose with a well-aimed paw, luck on her side rather than any recently honed skill, the she-cat hastily back pedaling lest the beast attack her when she wasn't ready. A starving fox was just what she needed to help make this whole moon that much more of a headache. [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 25px; color: F4A460; letter-spacing: -2px; -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg); -o-transform: rotate(90deg); margin-right: -450px; margin-top: -70px;]StoneClan ~ Queen ~ Mother of Four [/style]

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