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Post by salt on Oct 17, 2012 23:24:15 GMT -5
[STYLE=width: 500px; padding: 20px; background-image: url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/123552/black-design-floral-pattern.jpg);][STYLE=width: 450px; background-color: #cccccc; border: 7px solid #333333; padding: 10px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -2px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #cccccc;]Spottedfeather, Treeclan Medicine Cat[/style] [STYLE=width: 450px; background-color: #cccccc; border: 7px solid #333333; padding: 5px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; color: #111111; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; height: 250px; overflow: auto;] Spottedfeather was in her den gathering up all the herbs she would need for the traveling. All the cats would need some to help keep their strength up. Even her soon to be leader. Wrapping up her herbs in a leaf she took them in her mouth and padded out of her den and looked around the camp to see cats walking around everywhere. She padded over to where the group was going to meet and then leave. Setting her herbs down she waited for her deputy and the others to show up. Opening her leaf of herbs she sorted them all out so each cat got a equal amount of herbs to eat before they left. The medicine cat already had her share of herbs to eat so now it was just up to everyone else. Letting her tail wrap around her front paws she waited and smiled a sweet smile to the cats who passed by her going in and out of the camp. Some of them stayed to talk a bit while other said a few quick good lucks. [/style] [STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: helvetica; width: 450px; text-align: center; background-color: #cccccc; border-top: 7px solid #333333; border-bottom: 7px solid #333333; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #111111;] Tagged: My traveling partners Words: over 150 Comments: This post sucked! sorry made by misty of btn
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Post by Fawn on Oct 18, 2012 15:23:31 GMT -5
[style=font-family:Almendra SC; font-size:54px;]Lionstep Dawnpaw, Noblepaw, and Lionsong. Those were the tree lucky cats he'd be bringing with him to the Moon Tree, and for a split second, Lionstep hoped they'd be a little late in getting here. He was both in a rush about the ceremony and wanting to delay it, his nerves in a constant power-struggle with his sense of obligation. Padding over to Spottedfeather, he dipped his head to the patterned she-cat in greeting, mewing out his worries in a slight dismissive laugh, "Well I never thought this day would come quite so soon." Honestly speaking, he hadn't. Nudging one of the herb piles with his oversized paw, Lionstep glanced to Spottedfeather, "Which one's mine?" Probably the largest one. He wasn't exactly on the small side of the warrior scale.
His stomach was feeling hollow, like a drum from a day and a half without food. While mourning for Distantstar and sitting vigil for him, Lionstep hadn't touched a single mouse or squirrel - and even when he'd had the time to scarf down a quick meal, he just hadn't been hungry. Nerves and worries were too busy playing catch-the-leaf inside his head to make him feel particularly worried about food right now. The occasional ache, however, did cause his ear to flick ever so slightly, in a brief acknowledgment of his hunger. Because it was intended for the TreeClan deputy to share tongues with StarClan, he mustn't touch a single hair on a piece of fresh kill until the ceremony was over. When he came out of the cavern, he would have the chance to fill his belly.
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Post by salt on Oct 18, 2012 15:50:32 GMT -5
[STYLE=width: 500px; padding: 20px; background-image: url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/123552/black-design-floral-pattern.jpg);][STYLE=width: 450px; background-color: #cccccc; border: 7px solid #333333; padding: 10px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -2px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #cccccc;]Spottedfeather, Treeclan Medicine Cat[/style] [STYLE=width: 450px; background-color: #cccccc; border: 7px solid #333333; padding: 5px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; color: #111111; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; height: 250px; overflow: auto;] Spottedfeather almost didnt see or hear her deputy come over and say something to her. She nudged the herbs for her leader over to him and mewed, "Lionstep..'' Trying to think about how to not make this a really big deal she went through her head to see how she should put this. "On the way back home I wish to.. check on Rainclan..'' Her eyes were serious but she didn't want to talk about it any longer. She had a feeling they were in trouble.. Spottedfeather always got serious when it came to traveling to the Moon Tree. She took starclan seriously and was sent a dream regarding rain and a lot of water. Her first thought came to Rainclan.. but she knew some of the times that when she thought of one thing it meant another. She sat and waited for the other cats to show up and hopefully they could get going very soon. She was getting a little anxious and kept moving in her sitting position. [/style] [STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: helvetica; width: 450px; text-align: center; background-color: #cccccc; border-top: 7px solid #333333; border-bottom: 7px solid #333333; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #111111;] Tagged: traveling cats Words: over 150 Comments: None made by misty of btn
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 18, 2012 16:44:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] | sincerely, noblepaw
the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul | [CS=2] Conflicting emotions warred inside the tom, filling every space in his small body. Distantstar was dead, gone, lifeless. Just like every piece of prey that sat on the fresh-kill pile, just as still, just as cold. It was hard to comprehend; Distantstar had always been around, and while the late leader had not played a large part in Noblepaw's life, he had been one of the constants, one of the things he could count on to always be there. Just in case. And the apprentice had expected that the older tom would always be there; he had nine lives. That was analogous to an eternity in Noblepaw's opinion. But now Distantstar was dead, his mortality proven, and it was time for Lionstep to take up the mantle.
Noblepaw wasn't sure what he thought of that, besides the slight dread he felt at the tom getting even more power. Ever since that disasterous practice, he and the leader-to-be were not on particuarly good terms. He never really recieved the impression that the deputy had forgiven him for wounding Dawnpaw - as much as she deserved it - and he was reluctant to have Lionstep become Lionstar with that grudge still in tact. Since the deputy was moving to the top of the ranks, he would have complete authority over everyone. Nothing would stop Lionstep from getting revenge, even if he didn't seem like the kind of cat who would do that.
But at the same time, he was thrilled at having the chance to visit the Moontree. It made sense that Lionstep had picked him - after all, he was Noblepaw, the most competent of all the apprentice. What wounded his pride was that Dawnpaw had been the other apprentice chosen. Did Lionstep really believe that he was down at her level? It was insulting, but the opportunity was too good to pass up just because of that slight problem. All he had to do was ignore her, walk on the other side of the group. It wasn't like she was worth his attention anyway.
The familiar broad shoulders of the current deputy and spotted pelt of the medicine cat greeted him as he arrived. Dipping his head to both, he addressed them in turn, voice the epitome of politeness, "Hello Lionstep, Spottedfeather." His tail flicked as he eyed the bundles of herbs resting on the ground. The tom had, of course, heard of the travelling herbs, and while he hoped that they would taste better than the usual, his hope was fading. Herbs had not become a common part of his apetite, thank StarClan, but his experiences with the few he had eaten were not very good. Noblepaw did not like the disgusting taste that lingered in his mouth and was very reluctant to have to experience that again. "One of those is mine..." He observed, his statement sounding more like a question and filled with dread. | [CS=2] Words: 504 Notes: --- | [CS=2] i am the closest thing to god so worship me and never stop [style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem cat: here |
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Post by Fawn on Oct 18, 2012 19:50:00 GMT -5
[style=font-family:Almendra SC; font-size:54px;]Lionstep "Check on RainClan?" mewed Lionstep, whiskers twitching in bemusement. The way she was acting... Had something happened? He wouldn't questioned her further, but Noblepaw's arrival put an end to any chances of discussing Spottedfeather's sudden seriousness. "Yes, that'll be fine," responded the golden warrior quietly, meeting the Medicine Cat's gaze in a brief instant.
When the gray and white apprentice had padded over - punctual as ever, it was one of Noblepaw's few good qualities (at least as far as he'd seen) was his readiness and good timing -- Lionstep addressed him with a brief, equally polite. "Morning, Noblepaw. Excited about visiting the Moon Tree?" Mewed the deputy pleasantly, forgetting his worries as memories danced before his eyes. He could remember how excited he'd been on his first trip to the Moon Tree. Sagefur, his mentor, had gone with him, and though he almost cringed in remembrance, Lionstep could recall boasting to Sagefur that one day, I'll go to the Moon Tree to recieve my nine lives, just watch! Oh why did those words have to come true so soon?
Out of the corners of his gleaming amber eyes, Lionstep caught sight of Sagefur resting in the sunlight and grooming his pale fur, the elder tom's gaze catching hold of Lionstep's - though his was full of humor while Lionstep's were riddled with worries. That look said it all; You'll be fine. Go do what you must. Sharing a moment with Sagefur, Lionstep at last broke eye-contact and instead quietly searched for Lionsong and Dawnpaw, hoping the two she-cats would arrive before too long. If they weren't able to make it on time, then Lionstep hated to say it, but they'd have to leave without them. The two left behind would be incredibly disappointed, but Lionstep couldn't risk breaking the 'old ways', the tom ever mindful of StarClan's power.
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Post by Hellion on Oct 19, 2012 0:35:15 GMT -5
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Lionsong stirred at the edge of camp, required by Lionstep, she was to rest a prepare for the journey ahead. She spent most of her day either pacing inside the camp or grooming her pelt, she felt caged like a kit stuck at the nursery, however she understood why. Lionstep wanted her fit and well rested for the journey, even with the traveling a warrior heading into the mountains needed all their strength.
Her sister visited her briefly and the visit itself was tense, Cougarflight didn't seem to understand how important it was for Lionsong to be traveling to Moon Tree, besides her once chance before she became a warrior, it was thrill. She'd express her excitement if it wasn't such a sad and difficult reason as to why she was joining her deputy. It would have been easier and far less worrisome if Distantstar had been able to become an elder and travel with them all to allow Lionstep to step up in his rank, however StarClan needed their lost leader sooner.
Lionsong's bronze eyes looked down in the dirt below her. With golden ears flicking in untamed excitement she waited for any sign of Spottedfeather and as the she-cat left her den, Lionsong rose up. Pausing only momentarily to allow each cat before her time to speak with the medicine cat before she made her presence known she was careful and respectful.
"I'm assuming the middle sized pile is mine?" Lionsong asked casually, bringing attention to herself carefully, making sure her excitement was in check. Even if she always dreamed of being a warrior, Lionsong couldn't help but envy Spottedfeather as the luckiest cat, her gift to speak with StarClan and walk with them any time she wanted was a gift Lionsong wished for nearly every night. Her devotion to StarClan was strong and she was sure everyone knew that, but the surprised look at Lionstep's faced proved otherwise. Perhaps she wasn't known as a spiritual cat, but hopefully in the coming moons that would change, but regardless her task ahead was protecting and escorting her medicine cat and future leader. [/style] | [STYLE=font-family: bradley hand itc; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; color: #423024; text-shadow: none;]Coded by Soronus of CT & BTN[/style] |
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Post by salt on Oct 19, 2012 9:54:22 GMT -5
[STYLE=width: 500px; padding: 20px; background-image: url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/123552/black-design-floral-pattern.jpg);][STYLE=width: 450px; background-color: #cccccc; border: 7px solid #333333; padding: 10px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -2px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #cccccc;]Spottedfeather, Treeclan Medicine Cat[/style] [STYLE=width: 450px; background-color: #cccccc; border: 7px solid #333333; padding: 5px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; color: #111111; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; height: 250px; overflow: auto;] Spottedfeather locked eyes with her deputy then looked to see it was Noblepaw who now was asking about his pile and herbs. Pushing the herbs towards the apprentice her mind wandered and really just wished to go see Rainclan right now. Sadly she would have to wait. Maybe she was freaking about something that really didnt need to be worried about.. In a matter of no time another cat approached them and it being lionsong she nodded to the warrior when she asked the middle pile being hers. Pushing it closer to the warrior she mewed, "I know the taste is not the best but its for your strength as we head out to the Moon tree. You both remember you can not eat until after the visit correct? I need you both to eat all the herbs. The more strength you have the better this trip will be..'' Eyeing the apprentice and warrior she hoped they would understand. This was a very important journey. The last thing she needed was someone to mess it up. Now waiting on just one more apprentice she looked around the camp and looking at lionsteps herbs seeing they were untouched she gave a light hiss, "Lionstep those herbs arent going to eat themself..'' Last thing she needed was her deputy to pass out on her as they traveled to the moon tree. [/style] [STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: helvetica; width: 450px; text-align: center; background-color: #cccccc; border-top: 7px solid #333333; border-bottom: 7px solid #333333; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #111111;] Tagged: Traveling cats Words: over 150 Comments: None made by misty of btn
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 22, 2012 18:57:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] | sincerely, noblepaw
the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul | [CS=2] Noblepaw could not prevent the grin that pulled at the corners of his lips. His tail flicked back and forth with anticipation as the proscpect of visiting the Moontree hit him once again. Even the dread at Lionstep becoming Lionstar could not beat back his excitement, not now, as the time drew even closer and more real. "Yes," He responded, working to maintain his mature appearance. Noblepaw absolutely refused to bounce up and down on his paws like a kit, not matter how much he wanted to. He was an apprentice now - almost a warrior - and he had to act like one. "I appreciate you picking me to go on the patrol." Out of courtesy, he added the last part; of course Lionstep would pick him. It was practically implied.
The arrival of Lionsong momentarily distracted him, and green eyes watched as the tabby she-cat coolly gestured to the middle pile of herbs, calm and collected. However, his focus moved from the warrior to the bundles of herbs at their paws as the she-cat questioned Spottedfeather. Regardless of the maturity he was trying to project, Noblepaw really did not want to have to eat the herbs. A reluctant gaze rose from the herbs to the medicine cat as Noblepaw heard her instructions. If I must... He sighed mentally, picking out his bundle. Staring at it a moment longer, he decided that it did not look any more appetizing.
Just as he bent his head to gulp down the plants, Noblepaw heard Spottedfeather begin to nag Lionstep, sounding almost motherly. He could not hide the amusement he felt at that, lips curling into a small smirk. Well, he would not have to be mothered by the medicine cat on the journey; Noblepaw would eat his herbs without further complaint. A new resolve filled him, and he took a large bite, chewing briefly before gulping the herbs down. He repeated the action with the second half, swallowing as quickly as he could to prevent the plants from resting on his tongue longer than necessary. The tom grimaced at the feeling of the barely chewed herbs travelling down his throat as he looked back up at the warriors, waiting for the next order. | [CS=2] Words: 384 Notes: --- | [CS=2] i am the closest thing to god so worship me and never stop [style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem cat: here |
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Post by Fawn on Oct 22, 2012 19:54:12 GMT -5
[style=font-family:Almendra SC; font-size:54px;]Lionstep At Spottedfeather's light hiss, the TreeClan deputy instantly bowed his head and gulped up the herbs, grinding them studiously between his teeth before swallowing, trying not to make a face as the wet mixture tried to stick to the back of his throat. If not for the strengthening properties of the herbs, Lionstep would've probably refused them - with the prospect of having his whole life change within half a day looming over him, it wasn't likely his appetite was going to be acting up on the trip to the Moon Tree. After sighting the apprentice sisters of Duskpaw and Dawnpaw, Lionstep rose to all fours and gave the signal for them to leave.
"Good luck, Noblepaw! Good luck Lionstep! May StarClan go with you all!" Called the tortoiseshell and white she-cat, her eyes shining as she watched the escort and their future leader trot to the camp's exit. Dipping her head to them all in farewell, there may've been a pang of regret in her eyes, seeing her crush and her sister going off to the Moon Tree without her, the both of them one step closer to becoming warriors than she was.
Lionstep gave a stiff nod as he passed by, calling lightly over his shoulder, "We'll pass through StarClan's claws and then straight through StoneClan. Let's be quick, I don't have any plans to keep StarClan waiting." Even as he spoke those words, the former deputy felt a chill run down his spine like a dozen spider legs, but his gait never lowed, Lionstep taking the lead with Spottedfeather close by, then Lionsong, then Noblepaw to bring up the rear. He personally didn't want Noblepaw at the front should they run into trouble in StoneClan, he didn't trust the apprentice to keep his temper in check for very long, and it was best to avoid any disasters - at least until all nine lives had been received and the Clan's highest positions successfully filled. StarClan give me strength. He may've been eerily quiet, but the others were free to talk as he traveled, his thoughts obviously busy, the subtle flick of his tail at the end conveying the depth of Lionstep's nervousness.
His whole world was about to change in the blink of an eye.
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Post by Hellion on Oct 22, 2012 20:13:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, height: auto; width: 460px; background-color: #6c4d39; padding: 30px 30px 15px 30px, btable][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 40px; color: wheat; text-shadow:none; text-align: left; margin-bottom: -26px; margin-top: -15px;]✠ Tied together...[/style] [STYLE=border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 36px; color: wheat; text-shadow: none; text-align: right; margin-top: -25px; margin-right: -1px]with a smile[/style] | [STYLE=border-top: 2px solid black; border-bottom: 2px solid black; color: wheat; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; letter-spacing: -1; font-size: 11px; text-shadow: none; padding: 3px 0px 3px 0px; margin-bottom: 3px]TAGS who;; WORDS how many;; NOTES what;; [/style] | [STYLE=background-color: #9a7155; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; text-align: justify; text-shadow: none; color: wheat; font-size: 11px; padding: 20px 15px 20px 15px; margin-top: 5px; opacity: 0.7;]Munching down the herbs, Lionsong's face contorted in digust but she tried to keep the face in check. She stifled a gag and looked meekly toward Spottedfeather but rose up back to show her pride in their coming mission.
Lionstep gave the signal and Lionsong took her place right behind Spottedfeather, her class slowly came out, not fully but just enough to give her an edge if anything were to happen. Lionsong had a habit of expecting the worse and if they were going to pass through StarClan Claws, Lionsong expected to meet a few StoneClan cats but she kept her worries in her head as Lionstep lead the way, her heart hammering for their mission. [/style] | [STYLE=font-family: bradley hand itc; font-size: 12px; text-align: center; color: #423024; text-shadow: none;]Coded by Soronus of CT & BTN[/style] |
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Post by salt on Oct 22, 2012 21:51:50 GMT -5
[STYLE=width: 500px; padding: 20px; background-image: url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/123552/black-design-floral-pattern.jpg);][STYLE=width: 450px; background-color: #cccccc; border: 7px solid #333333; padding: 10px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -2px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #cccccc;]Spottedfeather, Treeclan Medicine Cat[/style] [STYLE=width: 450px; background-color: #cccccc; border: 7px solid #333333; padding: 5px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; color: #111111; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; height: 250px; overflow: auto;] Spottedfeather watched the cats eat their herbs and her heart gave a smile but her seriousness was getting in the way. She wanted nothing to happen on this journey and she watched her soon to be leader eat all of his herbs. Looking around at the other traveling cats she found it was time to go. Finally.. she thought as she got up on all four paws. Hearing her deputy say a few other things she then followed Lionstep out of the camp with the warrior and apprentice following. Ears perked and her body ready for anything she prayed to starclan for a safe trip there and back, yet of course she would wish to check on rainclan more then anything.. [/style] [STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: helvetica; width: 450px; text-align: center; background-color: #cccccc; border-top: 7px solid #333333; border-bottom: 7px solid #333333; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #111111;] Tagged: traveling cats Words: gah sorry Comments: None made by misty of btn
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 23, 2012 5:40:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] | sincerely, noblepaw
the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul | [CS=2] Following at the back of the group, Noblepaw looked around the clearing one last time as they made their way through it. Every trace of disgust from the herbs had left his features, and he appeared now calm, cool and collected. He liked that. A call made him swing his gray and white head around. Two she cats stood there, slightly apart. Duskpaw and Littlepaw, one the sister and the other the best friend, of the other apprentice on the patrol. Noblepaw gave them a controlled nod in return before directing his attention back toward the patrol, the sounds of all the wishes for a safe travel vanishing with the camp. The forest seemed eerily quiet in comparison.
They moved at a brisk pace, headed for StarClan's claws. Stuck at the end of the group, Noblepaw remained silent and focused, if not a little indignant. Why was he at the back of the group? Should he not be up front with Lionstep and Spottedfeather? It was insulting, and he let out a huff of annoyance. His paws continued their mindless task of following in Lionsong's footsteps, one after the next. The glory of this trip had yet to come; Noblepaw had somehow looked over the boredom of the trip. Green eyes cast their gaze about the surroundings. He almost wished for a StoneClan patrol to find them, if only for some excitement. | [CS=2] Words: 238 Notes: -- | [CS=2] i am the closest thing to god so worship me and never stop [style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem cat: here |
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Post by Fawn on Oct 24, 2012 12:21:12 GMT -5
OOC: Thread Continued Here!
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