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Post by Hellion on Aug 15, 2016 15:40:23 GMT -5
She hadn't intended for staying so long, in fact she wanted to dislike the place but found herself finding comfort within the Clan. It wasn't anything profound and part of her waited for the other claw to strike, resulting in her being chased out of TreeClan. When ever she saw a group of more then two cats come toward her she'd tense up. It took some explaining but finally a cat explained it was a patrol. At certain times of the day groups of Clan cats would go out into the forest for a variety of tasks. Larger groups tended to be border patrols while smile groups were for hunting. It was interesting for the russet loner and she wondered if it was a good thing or bad thing. Were those who where caught misbehaving sent on certain kinds of patrols?
As she continued to learn about the Clan. She better understand the various ranks and the importance of names. There was one such cat called Dunepaw who often visited Bluejay because of some sort of sickness when he was still Dunekit. At first Amara found it sort of silly, but admired the Clan cats for sticking within tradition.
The healing that was taking place within her was slow. Her lungs still burned from the stain of the slight cough she got, Bluejay called it greencough, the cough itself was gone but the pain was an annoying discomfort. Her sprained paw was having a harder time with healing because she had insisted on getting her own prey. Not hunting by any means, but she didn't like having prey brought to her. Not only was it strange to her but she was nervous that it meant she owed the cat who was trying to be kind. Instead Amara would walk the few tail-lengths it was to get herself something small and slightly old. Her mother's old teaching were hard to overcome.
Despite the cough and sprain keeping her within TreeClan, Amara had done her best to remain opened to what was going on. She'd watch the cats from the inside of Bluejay's den and often times exit the herb filled room to catch some sun. For the first time in her entire life Amara didn't feel threatened. She'd catch a few smiles of cats welcoming of her and other cats who didn't smile didn't glare either, but showed her an indifferent look.
With the current greenleaf day being warm but not overly hot, Amara had limped out into the camp clearing, but still within close proximity of the medicine cat den. Her injured paw was outstretched but the rest of her tucked in close. Her eyes would scan the cats going in and out or doing their own sunbathing. It was peaceful but it didn't stop her from watching the shadows for something to happen.
Note: bring who ever you want Fawn! Tag: Fawn Words: 477
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Post by Fawn on Aug 15, 2016 17:01:18 GMT -5
43 Moons. Silentsong's Mate. Tom. "hard to get used to, isn't it?" Zephyrfang approached his sister from the warriors den, the sleek tawny tabby stretching on the way over, muscles rippling in the sunlight. It was another annoyingly hot day, but one bonus of being a part of TreeClan was that they were all very well-shaded. He was glad Silentsong was from TreeClan and not StoneClan (though he would've joined them in a heartbeat if she was).
"All these cats. The patrolling. The rules." He nudged his sister's shoulder gently with his own, the way he used to when they were just two kittens, united in their efforts to both please Shatani as well as keep her wrath at bay. Though she never fully lost her temper with him, that didn't mean he was incapable of disappointing her.
If he did not follow instructions properly, or had let his fighting skills grow sloppy... Shatani was sure to correct him. Verbally at first, and then physically if his laziness persisted. Though it was hard to be lazy as a loner; the lifestyle itself demanded vigilance and self-sufficiency. However, Shatani had a different idea of what laziness was than most cats; 'laziness' was anything that wasn't helping to further her schemes against NightClan.
The aromatic blend of herbs wafting from Amara's pelt danced through Zephyrfang's senses, and he nearly sneezed. That was another thing he'd gotten used to about TreeClan: that they had a healer, a cat who knew how to patch wounds and mend broken bones was almost reason enough to stay here forever. It was a comfort to know that his future kits would be tended to should they ever get an injury a couple licks, cobwebs and poppy seeds alone couldn't fix.
"You seem to be on the mend. Physically, anyway. The paranoia though..." Zephyrfang grinned the toothy grin of a cat who knew exactly what she was feeling. "That takes a long time to fade."
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Post by Hellion on Aug 15, 2016 22:36:20 GMT -5
Her ears perked up to hear Zuma's voice and nodded her head in agreement. It was strange to get used to and she wasn't even sure if she ever could. But then again, Zuma had done it and even changed his name, Zephyrfang had a nice ring to it. For a moment she wondered if his name change was like shedding memories of the past. Was there some sort of transformation that happened within her brother that made it easier for him to adjust.
Her memory from the night when she arrived was blurred but she could remember a cat greeting him. She didn't catch the cats's name or even if it was said.
Feeling the gentle nudge was enough to coax a purr out of the weary she-cat. He had a point, rules were difficult to learn but what she understand they weren't anything all too difficult. The rules their mother had were stricter and often allowed the demon of a she-cat to twist them to benefit her. Amara didn't care to follow them anymore and in a way made up her own rules for herself. A moral code so to speak.
She knew that the Clans kept a 'Warrior Code' but she hadn't learned it growing up as she assumed many clan-kits did. However, despite feeling out the loop Amara had caught snippets of the code from just overhearing conversation, nothing seemed too overbearing. It wasn't until look at Zephyrfang did she realized just how much of the herb smell clung to her pelt. Amara honestly didn't find it annoying but she figured it was because she was used to it, having been staying in the medicine cat's den.
Hearing her brother speak on something more personal forced the she-cat's eyes to drift down. She wasn't afraid to admit the paranoia but she was ashamed that it was so easily noticed.
"I know what she had done to me, I mean us was going to leave some scars. I just never thought they would be like this," She replied lowering her head to lick at her tender paw.
"If I hadn't see her dead myself I would be worse off, I'd be more afraid of her than all the Clan cats combined," Amara added a hint of a growl directed at the now dead matriarch. Some scars would never heal and Amara had plenty of those.
Note: Tag:@spottefawn Words:398
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Post by Fawn on Aug 16, 2016 11:50:12 GMT -5
43 Moons. Silentsong's Mate. Tom. Shatani had lost her power over him the moment he'd decided he could survive on his own. She had shaped him into a weapon, a tool to be aimed at whoever deserved her wrath—but his mother had made one mistake; she'd allowed him to think for himself. Zephyrfang had always been a cat of strong opinion and distinct personality, so there was a good chance he would've rebelled sooner if she'd tried to crush his spirit.
The more she pushed, the more he pulled.
At mention of the she-cat's demise, Zephyrfang shook his head, disagreeing. "We're not kits anymore, Amara. And besides, you wouldn't have to fight her alone." Dark amber eyes found the forms of the cats that had become so familiar to him over the many moons. "I would stand beside you, and so would the Clan. It's weird, isn't it? But that's how Clan-cats fight. We train together, we live together, we share our battles, we share our joys."
To Zephyrfang and likely to Amara, it was a concept they found difficult to grasp. It was mind-boggling, that kind of camraderie; of course, when you were born into a group where you believed you needed each other to survive, he could understand how that kind of mentality came about.
But it ran deeper than 'strength in numbers'. He'd seen it. These cats (for the most part, there were a few exceptions) cared about each other. They respected one another, and they respected the Code. if Lionstar told them to rise as one and take out Shatani, Zephyrfang had no doubts they would.
The tabby tom chuckled, baring his teeth in a grin that would have spelled trouble for his deceased mother. He wouldn't let any Clan cat get involved, though. His problems—his and Amara's problems—with Shatani were to be solved by themselves. No other cat. It was their scars that needed healing. The kind of closure they needed wasn't something the Clan could provide.
Zephyrfang's tail twitched. It was a damn shame. Now they'd never get the chance.
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Post by Hellion on Aug 18, 2016 16:17:18 GMT -5
Her eyes were trained in Zephyrfang, her ears starting to pin back. She hadn't being reminding she wasn't a kit, Shatani used those same words to her over and over. They urged up old, unwanted memories. Even if Zepyhrfang had a point she she wouldn't have to fight her alone, it didn't help calm her.
Even if she was starting to like the idea of a Clan, she didn't like the idea of someone getting hurt on her behalf.
"You should know me better then that, I wouldn't want anyone to fight for me when I'm capable of doing it myself," She replied, her tone curt and with a hint of annoyance.
"I've done pretty well on my own brother," She added with special care placed on the word brother. Despite still loving her kin, Amara wasn't ready to ignore that fact that he left mother and he left her. She had to face their mother everyday since he too off. Amara was the outlet for Shatani's rage.
Despite the physical and emotional scars she endured on his behalf, Amara would never tell him the truth. She'd hide the reality of what truly happened to favor what Zepyhrfang believed to have happened.
Looking away from him she tired not to hold onto the frustration anymore. "I'm still glad that you have found happiness," She said softly, still looking toward the ground.
Note: short..sorry Tag:Fawn Words:237
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Post by Fawn on Aug 19, 2016 21:43:25 GMT -5
43 Moons. Silentsong's Mate. Tom. "Keep your fur on," said Zephyrfang, wearing that grin again. He seemed to have a knack for irritating other cats... Even without really trying. Must've been a gift. "I never said you couldn't, Amara. I just said we could take her out together—she's my horrible bitter mother too. I think I deserve a shot at putting her out of her misery."
If any cat overheard them, they'd think him mad or heartless to speak of his own mother in such a way—but they didn't know her. They'd never met Shatani. If coming to join TreeClan had taught him anything, it's that a lifestyle built upon bitterness and hatred and rage was no way to live. Shatani had been stuck living in the past, and she kept trying to force her kits to correct these so called wrongs... No mother should do that. No mother should force her offspring to fight her battles. To settle old scores.
He was a warrior, not a rabbit trapped in its warren, only allowed to go where SHE wanted him to.
Amara's soft reply had his thoughts shifting out of his almost jolly plans for settling an old score with Shatani (more wishful thinking than anything, dead was dead). Zephyrfang nudged her gently again. "Thanks. Wait till you meet her."
His happiness wasn't a feeling, it was a feline. Silentsong was his entire reason for being here, though he had come to love being a part of TreeClan. He loved her even more, and if she'd told him she wanted to run away to start a new Clan, he would've gone with her in a heartbeat. She was his happiness, and wherever she was—that's where he wanted to be.
Maybe someday Amara could find that for herself.
Word Count: 300 Words Tags: Hellion BlooRey DVD (Silentsong reference! <3) Notes: You can bring in Silentsong if you'd like, Bloo! as long as Heli doesn't mind?
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Post by Hellion on Aug 21, 2016 1:54:13 GMT -5
Amara was only partly annoyed by him telling her to keep her fur on. Maybe it was because he had adjusted to Clan life, or maybe he just forgot about the harshness of loner life. Did he truly expect her to agree all of the sudden that Clan life was the life for her? Amara wasn't even sure of half the things that went on, let alone agree to become a warrior.
Even as she thought about it Amara realized she wasn't being fair. Zephyrfang had done something for himself, he didn't wait around until their mother died before changing his life. Maybe Shatani was right saying he was the chosen one, he seemed stronger and more capable to take care of himself.
Only growing frustrated with herself, Amara licked at her injuried. Once she was able to walk around without pain and hopefully go some hunting she would be less grumpy.
But a thought occured. Once she was able to hunt would Lionstar send her away? Consider suddenly for her future, Amara glanced toward Zepyhrfang when he mentioned meeting her.
Confused only for a moment it took her a second to put two and two together and realized he was talking about her mate.
"Are you talking about your mate? I barely remember seeing her that night I came here," She told him, glancing aroound the camp to see any cat that looked like her. However she gave up after a moment, the night had been dark and exhausting her memeory of it was worthless.
Note: silentsong meeting amara then end thread? Tag: Fawn BlooRey DVD Words: 259
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 30, 2016 16:23:33 GMT -5
[smear:000000]Silent[/smear:ff6633][smear:ff6633]song[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
A tortoiseshell figure weaved her way into the warrior's den, bright eyes scanning the pelts for any sign of a familiar tabby tom. From her jaws dangled a Greenleaf-plump mouse, which she'd hoped she could share with her mate, Zephyrfang. Her ears tipped back in disappointment upon finding he wasn't in here either. Her plume like tail waved behind her thoughtfully, the mute she-cat puzzling over where the tom might have gotten off to. She had yet to see him since earlier this morning when he'd first gotten up. Some might have found it a bit silly, but she honestly missed him over the course of the day.
From the corner of her eye, a feathery silver tail touched her shoulder. Turning to see Feathercloud tiredly slipping into the den, she greeted the she-cat with a smile and a silent purr. Her friend smiled back, the pair touching noses in greeting before the other she-cat spoke. "Hey Silentsong, if you're looking for Zephyrfang, I just saw him somewhere between the entrance and the medicine cat den." Bouncing onto the front of her paws, the torbie nuzzled the younger she-cat thankfully before retreating from the den, back into the heart of camp.
Hazel-green eyes scanned the clearing, looking for that tabby pelt once again. Seeing it, she bounded over excitedly, stopping short only when she noticed him talking to another she-cat. Her haunches collapsed to the ground in a sit as she skidded to a halt, the mouse swinging from her jaws. Her eyes were wide, blinking in a mixture of surprise and something else. She knew it was silly; she recognized the she-cat as Zephyrfang's newly arrived sister. She was happy for him, really. He must be so happy to see her... She thought to herself, watching the sibling pair from a little ways away.
She hadn't expected to be caught staring. Nearly leaping out of her fur when his handsome amber eyes locked onto hers, she tipped her head upon seeing his tail waving her over. She quickly glanced over her should, just to make sure he wasn't motioning for someone else to come over. Which was also silly now that she thought about it. It made sense for the tom to want to introduce his sister to his mate, didn't it? She'd seen Amara the night she'd come in, but there had been little time for introductions. Her job had been to keep Zephyrfang calm.
Beginning with that first hesitant step, she set off toward the sibling pair, stopping when her tortoiseshell pelt brushed up against his. A silent purr rumbled in her chest, a greeting he was no doubt familiar with by now. Ducking to deposit to mouse at her paws, she touched her nose to his shoulder just to breathe in his scent again. Then her gaze drifted to the other she-cat, whom she offered a warm smile.
Though she kept close to Zephyrfang, it was mostly out of habit. It was rare for Silentsong to show any animosity to another cat, and today was certainly no exception. She felt nothing but intrigue as she met Zephyrfang's sister's gaze, awaiting a proper introduction and for her mate to explain the lack of greeting. She was hesitant to offer this she-cat a Silentsong-traditional greeting, in case Amara still felt weary of the Clan cats. Perhaps once we become friends... She told herself. And she did hope to befriend her mate's sister.
Silence is not the absence of something... It is the presence of everything.
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Post by Fawn on Aug 31, 2016 23:59:00 GMT -5
43 Moons. Silentsong's Mate. Tom. As if she'd read his thoughts, Silentsong appeared, and he purred immediately—something he could neither control nor would want to. "Speak of the sunshine and the clouds will part," he mewed to his sister, and rose to greet Silentsong with an affectionate rub of his cheek against the top of his head. His little quiet song. "Silentsong, this is my sister Amara. Amara, this is my Silentsong."
He smiled as wide as the sparkling brook, teeth showing in full glint. "Isn't she the most beautiful cat you've ever laid eyes on? She's mute, but don't let that throw you off—" Zephyrfang licked her ear "—she's better at conversation than most cats I know." And much cuter at it, too.
Her game of charades always warmed his heart. How could it not? How could anyone look at her and frown? It was like glaring at a flower. Nobody was that foxhearted. He could excuse them if they were blind, but as far as he could tell, none of his Clanmates qualified for that kind of allowance.
Come to think of it... he was the one getting most of the glares. Zephyrfang's chin raised with pride, his purr a steady hum that filled the space between him, Silentsong and Amara. Now you see why I couldn't BE anywhere else. He did not need Amara's approval to be happy (he didn't need any cat's approval to be happy), but he valued her opinion. It would mean... much to him, to have his sister and his mate get along.
To be friends, even. Amara was wary of Clan cats, but Zephyrfang was betting that she'd never encountered one quite like Silentsong before. She was gonna have no choice but to adore her.
He didn't.
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Post by Hellion on Sept 1, 2016 0:21:40 GMT -5
The arrival of the second cat had Amara's ears tilting back. Her actions weren't out of fear but slight confusion. She hadn't really made friends besides Appleshade and it was a surprise to see the she-cat walk toward her brother with ease. Watching the she-cat take in his scent confirmed what Amara thought. This must be his mate, She thought, looking over the recent arrival.
He seems happy, Was a thought added to her first. Even if they were coming from different worlds, Amara wanted to be kind to the she-cat. Her brother's words added a smile to her face as her ears relaxed. Hearing her mother speak so fondly about his mate was enough to coax a soft giggle from her. Part of her was envious he found love, but then again he left their mother before she did. He deserved it after all they had been through.
Upon hearing the she-cats name and learning that she was in fact mute had Amara looking between the two. Shatani wouldn't have been so kind and there was an urge within Amara to befriend Silentsong. It wasn't a maternal instinct but one coming more from newly made kinship.
Nice to meet you Silentsong, I'm glad you were able to pin him down. I feared he'd wander to the ends of the world," She spoke with a smile, pushing herself up to sit. Despite being uneasy around other cats in the Clan, she felt a certain safety with her brother and his mate. Perhaps it was the first step toward a new life, one she didn't know she deserved.
Note: Tag: BlooRey DVD Fawn Words: 265
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Sept 1, 2016 15:45:57 GMT -5
[smear:000000]Silent[/smear:ff6633][smear:ff6633]song[/smear:ffffff] ~~~~~~~~~
Truth be told, she'd been holding her breath, wondering what this other she-cat would think of her. Despite preferring to see the best in others, Silentsong wasn't dim. She could read body language, perhaps better than most seeing as it was her only way of communicating. And she'd noticed the way Amara's ears tipped back upon her arrival. She could only hope Zephyrfang would help clear up the air. As though reading her mind, the tabby tom formally introduced the pair, and Silentsong offered Amara a bright smile, complete with a little tilt of her head.
Her smile quickly turned embarrassed, however, as Zephyrfang continued in his usual way. It made her heart flutter, hearing him call her beautiful. She wondered if that would ever change; he always seemed to make her heart dance to a rhythm all his own. Before she could even think about being playfully huffy with him for embarrassing her in front of Amara, his tongue rasped over her ear, and her very being seemed to react on it's own, that silent rumble kicking up in her throat. She leaned her shoulder against his, just so he could feel the familiar rumble, her gaze returning to Amara as the other she-cat began speaking.
That smile was back, matching Zephyrfang's grin and perfectly depicting her sheer glee at having the tabby tom as her mate. A plume-like, tortoiseshell tail swept forward, tapping Silentsong's chest to indicate herself, before tapping her paw twice against the ground deliberately. Silentsong. Two. That same tail moved, resting momentarily on Zephyrfang's shoulder as she fixed him with a loving gaze. Zephyrfang. She indicated herself once more, before motioning toward the sky, her hazel-green eyes finding the great glowing orb sitting high in the sky. Me too. He is my Sun.
Slowly, her eyes drifted back to Amara, wondering if she would understand. Just in case, she glanced over to her mate for support. She'd made sure to move more slowly than she normally did, hoping that the she-cat would find it easier to follow the deliberate motions.
Silence is not the absence of something... It is the presence of everything.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 2, 2016 17:05:59 GMT -5
43 Moons. Silentsong's Mate. Tom. Zephyrfang purred even louder. "If that's where she was, that's where I would've gone." To the ends of the world and back. The tawny tabby watched their interactions with keen interest, his smile growing into a crooked, delighted grin as Silentsong's behaviors—very clear to him now—made his chest swell with pride. She's so cute. He was the luckiest cat in the forest, with a mate like her. It was a miracle she loved him back, probably not as much as he loved her (he'd be hard pressed to find any cat who loved anyone as much as he loved her), but he accepted her feelings with his whole heart.
Being able to feel her snuggle up next to him in their nest was the best feeling in the world. And maybe someday he'd get to visit her in the nursery... Those nights would feel lonely without her, and he knew Lionstar would have him by the tail if he even tried sleeping in the nursery with her, but it would be a bittersweet kind of experience. Sweet, because their little family of two would be bigger, and he'd be the proudest father who ever lived, StarClan could be sure of that.
A dark tabby pelt caught the corners of Zephyrfang's eyes, and he stood up, nuzzling Silentsong gently on the cheek as he murmured "I'll be right back." To his sister, he spoke more clearly, his eyes glinting. This was going well. "I have to catch Stonepaw for something. You two promise to play nice while I'm gone?"
He knew they would. He trusted Amara to be patient with Silentsong, and he trusted Silentsong to be herself. With that kind of combination, they'd be friends in no time. Nodding encouragingly to the she-cats, Zephyrfang broke away from their little group of three to go hail his apprentice down. It was a miracle that he could even remember his other obligations as a warrior when Silentsong was right next to him, she tended to give him the worst and best kind of tunnel vision.
Word Count: 343 Words Tags: Hellion , BlooRey DVD Notes:You guys can skip me for a few rounds, so Amara & Silent can get closer. ^_^
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