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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2017 18:17:28 GMT -5
Dovecloud,
30 Moons, LightningClan, Queen B
Dovecloud was mid-way through the first of her twice-daily cleaning rituals. Right forepaw, left forepaw... ears... head... shoulders...right forepaw again... left forepaw again... back right leg...back left leg...
The wind, to her, was an utter nightmare, along with rain and snow and any other inhibitive weather condition. She could never keep her fur as immaculate as she liked it. It put her in a bad mood.
Heaving a very exaggerated sigh, she unfolded her body from off of the floor of the warrior's den. Away from the warmth of the other sleeping cats who weren't on patrol or hunting.
That accursed wind just made things colder.
She'd been assigned to a hunting patrol. In the morning. Dovecloud preferred hunting during sunhigh, when it was actually warm out on the meadows.
She looked for the cat who had been assigned to hunt with her that morning. Her mate, the cat she should love above all others... But Dovecloud had a secret, that she would never tell anyone... Especially not Harestrike.
"Harestrike. We've been ordered to go and hunt. The quicker we go, the sooner I can get back and attempt to sort the mess the wind will make of my pelt."
She didn't wait, she knew that Harestrike would follow. He was her mate, after all.  I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics
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Post by Fawn on Nov 21, 2017 15:46:05 GMT -5
 31 MOONS LIGHTNINGCLAN WARRIOR There were a thousand things he would rather do than hunt with Dovecloud in bad weather. Eat fishbones was one of them. Roll around in garlic was another. Harestrike moodily followed the beautiful she-cat onto the undamaged areas of the moorland. At least the smoke-scent was finally gone.
He hissed curses under his breath as the wind battered their ears and fur. They were lucky they didn't live in TreeClan or NightClan. How could any cat feel safe with swaying, creaking branches above their heads?
Watching the charred remainders of the open woods, Harestrike's mind traveled a path seldom trod, straight to questions about TreeClan. What they were doing. What, if anything, was happening at their camp.
He realized with a kind of detached sense of dread that he was thinking about one TreeClan cat in particular. Stupid. Maplebrook? I don't care about her. What did it matter to him what she did?
Harestrike glanced at the border again.
The tabby tom gave himself a thorough shake, quick strides carrying him to Dovecloud and away from those alien thoughts. "I chase, you catch?" The usual, then. Where he ran until his paws bled so she could catch some prey and they could get out of this StarClan forsaken wind. And he got to do all the work. As per friggin' usual.
Word Count: 220 Words Tags: @calico @kahani (Maplebrook mention!) I CAN'T SLOW DOWN, I WON'T BE WAITING FOR YOU |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 21:49:27 GMT -5
Dovecloud,
30 Moons, LightningClan, Queen B
One thing Dovecloud was not expecting was how... distracted Harestrike was being. Sure, she (in bad weather) could be a bit... grouchy, at times... but she was still the best thing in his life. Even his mother approved (and impressing that old battle-axe was nigh on impossible to do at the best of times.)
Dovecloud made a mental note to go share some fresh-kill with Morningfrost at some point. Set the kit ball rolling. She knew that she was adamant that Harestrike needed kits of his own. Maybe Dovecloud would be their mother?
"I chase, you catch?" Harestrike had finally decided to grace her with his full attention. About damn time. StarClan knew what he thought about, when he should be thinking of her and her only. Never did it even cross her mind that he could be thinking of another cat.
"As you wish. Let's get this over with."
I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics
You should want a bad bitch like this 179 - Fawn @zeneka (Morningfrost mention) |
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Post by Fawn on Nov 25, 2017 14:10:10 GMT -5
31 MOONS LIGHTNINGCLAN WARRIOR "As you wish. Let's get this over with."
Tch, sure thing, Princess. Harestrike kept his irritable thoughts to himself, and set off into the territory. They had to travel far to find the parts of LightningClan not ruined by the greenleaf fire. The weather had turned cold, so the grass was... slow the return. Harestrike felt the stubbly new growth against his pawpads, and bitterly paid it no mind. It would be dead by leafbare.
Like his relationship with his mate.
Harestrike raised his nose to the wind, lowering into a crouch. This wind made him want to run for moons. Escape Dovecloud's prissy ways. Escape Morningfrost's ever-watchful eye. Escape the gnawing dread he felt every time he saw Eaglepaw return to camp with a sizeable piece of prey. StarClan wasn't out to get him, at least, because he soon saw a rabbit near one of the few trees in LightningClan's territory, nibbling on a couple of fallen nuts Harestrike didn't know the name of.
He made a wide berth, circling around towards the forested side. He couldn't let the rabbit run over to TreeClan's neck of the woods; he just wasn't in the mood to chase the rabbit through there. Dovecloud wasn't Robinflame, she wouldn't see the fun in it anyway. Harestrike smothered the pleasant memories of escaping a TreeClan patrol with Robinflame, and flushed the rabbit where he presumed Dovecloud was hiding.
Her stark white coat, no matter how beautiful, was a pretty obvious giveaway of her position. Harestrike ran harder, feeling the wind stream through his whiskers and whoosh against his ears - which he bent back to protect them.
Word Count: 237 Words Tags: @calico I CAN'T SLOW DOWN, I WON'T BE WAITING FOR YOU I figured Dovecloud could miss the catch or something (if you want) and then they just start arguing. xD |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2017 13:53:47 GMT -5
Dovecloud,
30 Moons, LightningClan, Queen B
Dovecloud was waiting impatiently for Harestrike to sort himself out and flush this prey for her to catch. She felt her claws stretch in anticipation.
what was taking so unbelievably long? StarClan, help me. Give me the patience to deal with this mousebrained tom...
She had just settled in to start grooming herself when the prey, presumably rattled by Harestrike's ministrations, ran straight past her.
She pelted after it, trying to head it off and sort of herd it into a metaphorical corner, so she could catch it without getting her pelt dirty. She did so hate getting dirty. Her stark white pelt looked pristine the majority of the time, and she liked to keep it that way.
These distracted thoughts did not lend well to her hunting skills, and in an attempt to herd it into a corner, she did not notice the warren until she'd tripped over it, sprawling in a mess of limbs and paws. Screeching in dismay, she watched the rabbit get further and further away from her, finally disappearing over the horizon completely.
"Mousedung!"
She was not in the mood to deal with Harestrike's condescending attitude today. Her thoughts strayed to her apprentice, Cedarpaw, while she fought to get her breath back after her run (and tumble). I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics
You should want a bad bitch like this 248 - Fawn @kahani (Cedarpaw mention) Notes: Dovecloud is ready. Bring it on. |
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Post by Fawn on Nov 29, 2017 17:58:45 GMT -5
HARESTRIKE
31 MOONS LIGHTNINGCLAN WARRIOR There's only one king, and there's only one crown She missed it? The rabbit sped over the horizon, and the LightningClan warrior stretched out his limbs, pushing himself into a breakneck run to try to cut it off. But not even he, arguably the fastest tom on the moors, could make up for Dovecloud's blunder. Panting hard, Harestrike circled back to where Dovecloud was no doubt fussing over her pelt. Harestrike scoffed in disbelief, feeling his temperature rise against the wind. "How did you manage to mess that up? It was right there!" And then she had to go screeching like she was dying, which scared any remaining prey away from the area. Harestrike cursed, tail lashing as he stomped over to his mate. "Were you worrying about your coat again? If I'd known you were gonna be useless I would've done all the work myself!" The tabby and white tom's neck fur bristled, exasperation turning his words sharp and unkind. "Like usual."
Hunting with Robinflame or even another member of her extended family, like Mudpelt or Gustclaw would have gone better. He and Gustclaw didn't even get along, but for StarClan's sake at least Gustclaw could catch a rabbit when it was right under her nose! He'd had a great view of the entire thing.
 And it's looking like me @calico 213 Words |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 12:47:11 GMT -5
Dovecloud,
33 Moons, LightningClan, Queen B
Harestrike's accusation hurt. More so because it was partly true. She spat in disgust at his implication that he did all the work. He was fast, yes, but he had a head full of fluff if he felt that he was the best cat in the Clan. He wasn't. Not by a long chalk. Firestar was the best cat in the Clan. Always would be. It was her who saw fit to give Dovecloud an apprentice (though, the more she thought about it, the more Dovecloud was coming around to the idea - and who was more perfect for her than the spirited little tabby who had such a life ahead of her).
Harestrike wasn't even in the top 5 best members of the Clan. As much as it grieved her to even think so, neither was she. She was a small cog in the big well-oiled machine that was LightningClan.
"You do all the work? Don't make me laugh. All you're good at is making me look good. We will go back to camp and commiserate with everyone and then you'll go back out and hunt because your darling mother wants nothing less than perfection. Well guess what, princess. I'm not perfect. I miss prey some times. But you're far from perfect. Is that why Morningfrost prefers Thrushwhisker to you? Is that why the only way you can redeem yourself in her eyes is to give her grandkits? MY grandkits?"
All the frustration at his attitude, at the wind, at her failures, her lack of experience as a mentor, all of it, was being unloaded. Her eyes were blazing as she let it all out.
Harestrike was a piece of mousedung to Dovecloud. But they had to stay together. His position with his mother depended on it. This caused Dovecloud to smirk. Neither of them were happy about it, but here they were.
I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics
You should want a bad bitch like this 344- Fawn - SCREW YOU HARESTRIKE YOU CHEATER |
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Post by Fawn on Dec 11, 2017 8:52:51 GMT -5
HARESTRIKE
31 MOONS LIGHTNINGCLAN WARRIOR There's only one king, and there's only one crown SHE was calling him a princess. HER. Harestrike's coat bristled, the normally silky looking pelt looking comparable to a windblown thistle as he squared off against his darling, dearest mate.
"You'd miss less prey if you weren't so obsessed with your pelt! And don't make me laugh, Thrushwhisker's second best, and nothing's going to change that." Harestrike's grass-green eyes flashed, full of aggressive desire for control, and the smugness that came from standing on top of the hill. Thrushwhisker didn't have a snowflake's chance in greenleaf of usurping him.
Thrushwhisker could hunt, yes, but he didn't have the fortitude and the talent that Harestrike did. "You want to bring family into this?" Harestrike growled, claws flexing. "Then let's talk about yours. How come out of everyone in your family, you're the one who barely passes for a warrior? I bet if Robinflame was hunting with me, she wouldn't have missed that catch."
It was meanness, plain and simple. Harestrike did not know where those words were coming from, until he realized with a kind of cold horror in the pit of his stomach that he was getting to sound like his mother. Manipulative. Icy, until her affection thawed out once they gave it good reason to. Her motherly affection was conditional. Everything about his life was conditional; his place within the Clan was conditional to his success as a warrior. Morningfrost's approval hinged on his success in nearly all areas of his life. As for Dovecloud... StarClan, why did I ever ask her to be my mate in the first place? She was easily the most spoiled, self-centered cat he'd ever met. And it's looking like me @calico 276 Words |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2017 20:17:06 GMT -5
Dovecloud,
33 Moons, LightningClan, Queen B
His words, though mean, did not serve their intended purpose. Instead they made her laugh, a mrr-row of laughter escaping her. Her darling sister wouldn't look at Harestrike twice. She'd tried to warn Dovecloud off Harestrike multiple times. If he wanted to hunt with her, fine. Robinflame was much more feisty than she was in terms of attitude. She'd win an argument much more convincingly than Dovecloud ever could. She wasn't the arguing type. Usually when things didn't go her way, she just retreated, head held high. It was afterwards that she cultivated her revenge plans. Usually making sure that the cat involved was considered unlovable for a while.
As for passing as a warrior... Firestar had seen fit to give her Cedarpaw, hadn't she? Surely that meant she was at least somewhat valuable in the eyes of the Clan?
"Alright Harestrike. You win. As normal. I'm just a spoiled princess, you the mighty prince of the Clan. I will say this though, before I let the matter lie. My sister? She hates you. No matter what she may say, or how she may behave in your presence, she hates you.
And at least my mother loves me."
I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics
You should want a bad bitch like this 231 - Fawn - OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SNAP |
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Post by Fawn on Dec 30, 2017 3:35:18 GMT -5
HARESTRIKE
31 MOONS LIGHTNINGCLAN WARRIOR There's only one king, and there's only one crown "My sister? She hates you. No matter what she may say, or how she may behave in your presence, she hates you."
Harestrike spat on the ground near Dovecloud's paws. Her words cut into him like shards of ice, and Harestrike hated it. Hated that his own retorts had not done the damage he wanted to, and that he retaliation had actually stung. "Whatever," Harestrike snapped. "The spoiled little princess can hunt by herself from now on." If anycat asked him to take Dovecloud hunting, he would make an excuse. Nothing short of Morningfrost or Thrushwhisker going with them would make Harestrike stay around her.
He was already dreading tonight, when he would have to curl up beside her in their nest - when all he wanted to do was rip out whole tufts of her stupid pristine pelt. Robinflame didn't hate him. Why should she? Because he had chosen her sister over her? I chose Robinflame first, but Robinflame rejected me! Should he have tried harder? Harestrike stalked away, feeling too sulky and full of anger to do much hunting.
Dovecloud had won this little argument... But it wouldn't last.
He'd make a comeback. And then she'd be sorry she ever opened her mouth.
And it's looking like me @calico 199 Words Finished? |
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