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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2015 3:46:16 GMT -5
Seedfrost
The Goddess Of Spring, Harvest and Waterfalls
Day drunk into the night, wanna keep you here
Cause you dry my tears
Summer lovin' and fights, how it is for us
And it's all because
The flowers shifted all around in the evening breeze, the bright colors of red and yellow faintly glowed in the dying sun as it started to set, letting streaks of pink and purple eat across the pale blue sky. A couple of fireflies floated here and there before being pulled away by the breeze that once again rippled through the field of wildflowers on Treeclan's territory.
Prey could be heard rustling through the bottoms of the stalks, getting ready to either fall asleep in their nests or emerge from their beds to become active in the night life. However, despite all the activity of the prey, vibrant green orbs watched something else as the owner of such beauties was hidden among the tall flowers, her tabby pelt blending in perfectly.
Haunches pulled up underneath her body, the beautiful and rather, egotistical, she-cat slithered forwards like a snake would do, keeping her eyes on the cat in-front of her, or in her case, her own special prey. Pawsteps silent, she was doing very well at sneaking up on the senior warrior in her eye sight. Though she had only become a warrior a few moons ago, she had excelled through her training with her rather amazing mentor, if she should so brag on him.
Though over her time under his eye, she had become more aware of stronger feelings towards the tom, who was far her senior in several, several moons. She was, of course, a beautiful specimen of she-cat and by far a tender on the eye. A vixen, in a sense, and she definitely played to her advantage in any way she could. Proud, powerful and manipulative, this frosty she-cat was a wonder of Treeclan, and she was sure that soon enough her feelings towards her former mentor would be returned.
After all, there was no she-cat like her, and she fit perfectly with Bloodtalon and his Gaston-ish personality.
Tail curling slightly, but not enough to move a single petal on any flower over head, the scent of rose and lavender thick on her tabby pelt, Seedfrost moved in for the leap. Powerful muscles pressing her up, she leaped over the flowers and soared towards Bloodtalon, claws sheathed and emerald eyes bright with mischief.
She should have know he knew she was there...
Her paws landed heavily on the ground as her former mentor had ducked swiftly from her outstretched legs. Flowers caused her paws to slip out from underneath her as she fell and rolled forwards. Landing with soft thud, Seedfrost laid on her side, green orbs softly glaring at Bloodtalon as she had wild flowers tangled around her as she blew a daisy from her nose.
"I almost got you that time." She purred in her sultry voice.
Now if we're talking body
You got a perfect one so put it on me
Swear it won't take you long
If you love me right, we fuck for life
On and on and on
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Post by Fate Admin on Jan 9, 2015 19:57:57 GMT -5
Things had been far too quiet… too peaceful. Peace slowed the minds and dulled the claws of his Clanmates. They became lax during drawn out times of peace, and it made them vulnerable when something inevitably happened, a battle or disaster of some sort. Bloodtalon had seen it, and he was determined not to allow this peace to go on for too long. His Clanmates needed to be reminded why they trained so hard, and just what was waiting to face them.
It was with these thoughts in mind that he padded purposefully from TreeClan’s camp and toward the LightningClan border. He had witnessed a number of LightningClan’s warriors in battle when Lionstar had decided to help StoneClan fight to return to their home that he had a great desire to meet in battle again. There were so very few warriors he viewed as an actual challenge, he was quick to identify and remember those that just might be able to play the part.
Oh, NightClan was so easy to provoke, but TreeClan and NightClan met in a ridiculous amount of border skirmishes on a normal basis. Not that border skirmishes were exactly what he wanted. They often ended just as quickly as they began. How was TreeClan to remain strong if all the fighting they ever did were these pathetic border spars? He paused in his walk, scenting the air briefly. He had thought he caught a familiar scent, one of his Clanmates, but it was there and gone in an instant. His ears flicked and he padded onward, broad shoulder pushing aside numerous stems and leaves and petals, scents becoming muddled together as he stepped out of the shadows of the trees and into the Wildflower Clearing, the scents of so many blooming flowers mingling together.
He paused again. What a perfect place for an ambush. He turned slightly, as if scenting the air for prey, and caught movement from the corner of his eye. He ducked into a crouch as a familiar form soared over him, his claws flexing instinctively as he drew himself back up, pale green gaze drawn down to the tabby pelt of his former apprentice, now lying amongst the flowers. His tail flicked dismissively at her words, “Perhaps I should call you Seedshadow from now on.” She seemed to enjoy stalking after him, trying to get the better of him, dogging him like his very own shadow. He didn’t really mind, it kept him on edge. He had come to expect an attack from her at any moment.
He could not deny that she was getting better, however, as she had said. If not for that brief whiff of her familiar scent earlier she probably would have gotten the better of him today, able to get close enough here in the Wildflower Clearing without her scent giving her away. It was usually her scent that gave her away, generally not even her fault… a subtle shift in the wind or some other unlucky happenstance. Certainly her stalking skills left little to be desired, he had taught her himself, after all. There was simply something about her scent…. The deep rumble of his voice took on a teasing tone, “Are you planning to join NightClan? With all this skulking around you’ve been doing, you’d fit right in.” It definitely wasn’t a compliment. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 16:40:27 GMT -5
Seedfrost
The Goddess Of Spring, Harvest and Waterfalls
Day drunk into the night, wanna keep you here
Cause you dry my tears
Summer lovin' and fights, how it is for us
And it's all because
Any cat that dared say such a thing to her, as insulting 'The Princess' and her name, in which she was very much a Princess, would have a quick slap of long, sharp claws across their muzzle. Any cat who dared to compare her to the filth of a Nightclan warrior would be visiting Littletimber and occupying his den for several days after dealing with her vengeance.
Any cat, except for Blootalon.
When it came to her former mate, and the prize of her affections, she saw anything he said as a challenge to accept and win. And so, as she kept her frosty, green orbs of which she was named for, trained on the handsome senior warrior in front of her, she pulled herself from the ground and settled down on her haunches, wrapping her tail around her pretty paws.
"True, Nightclan sulks." She said in a relatively calm voice, a purr starting to rumble in her chest. Her next words were Bloodtalon, tried and true. Something that the older tom had drilled into her head like a Sargent to a rookie, a warrior to an apprentice, a leader to their most trusted warrior. They were words that echoed through her ears and rattled in her mind, lodging themselves into the farthest reaches and staying put.
Letting the purr die in her throat, the frost tempered princess of Treeclan flicked an ear, letting her liquid green eyes keep sight on Bloodtalon. "We must always be prepared for battle. Always stay vigilant and well trained." Almost as if echoing her former leader, in perfect words. Her eyes trained on each strand of fur wavering in the wind, each whisker that twitched every once in a while.
The way the tip of his tail would give a slight quiver whether on purpose or it just happened naturally. She had learned to keep her eyes trained on every little movement, and someday she would get the better of him and finally one up him.
"Isn't that..." She paused to stand up, padding around him to let her tabby fur brush against his as she gave another purr, this time louder, her tail flickering against his flank. "What you taught me?" Her eyes flashed dangerously as she went to pounce on him, attempting once more to catch him off guard and knocking him from his paws.
Now if we're talking body
You got a perfect one so put it on me
Swear it won't take you long
If you love me right, we fuck for life
On and on and on
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Post by Fate Admin on Jan 21, 2015 20:00:39 GMT -5
Bloodtalon settled himself onto his haunches, looking somewhat out of place amongst the countless flowers of the Wildflower Clearing. His dark, striped fur was in stark contrast to the various bright colors of the petals waving in the breeze around him, his massive size and broad shoulders bespeaking of strength and power, a dangerous intruder here amidst these delicate blooms. He stared down at his former apprentice as she shifted and spoke, parroting the words he had so often said to her right back at him.
No truer words had ever been spoken, if one was to ask Bloodtalon. The other Clans would take advantage of any weakness they could find. In order for TreeClan to remain strong, to keep their borders safe and secure, to keep out intruders who would steal their prey or hurt their vulnerable, their warriors and apprentices had to be ever vigilant, ready to leap into battle at any moment, constantly improving and honing their skills. As a warrior, there was no more important duty than this. An attack could come at any time, especially with those foxhearted NightClanners sharing a border.
His ear twitched as she came to her paws, padding closer, their fur brushing as she wove around him. When she pounced, he rolled with her; she was too close to dodge this time. If all went well, or perhaps not so well depending on how he looked at it, he would crush her under his weight. It was a simple tactic, however, and one he would hope his apprentice could anticipate and counter easily. It would be a bit of a disappointment if it worked. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 2:55:12 GMT -5
Seedfrost
The Goddess Of Spring, Harvest and Waterfalls
Day drunk into the night, wanna keep you here
Cause you dry my tears
Summer lovin' and fights, how it is for us
And it's all because
Not that she had expected Bloodtalon to fall so easily, but she wasn't expecting the move he decided to use against her so quickly. She thought of herself light on her paws and quick to act, but her former mentor had just proven her wrong of that thought and she brushed it back to her mind to try to figure out something else she must have been good at.
She wasn't about to let the older tom get the better of her. No, the pretty tabby knew several ways to get herself out of sticky situations and this was no messier than any other she had been in with her former mentor. Quick to think, and using his tactics, Seedfrost had her plan quick in her head and was ready to roll with it.
Literally.
As Bloodtalon rolled, so did she, using momentum, her belly shifted as her body twisting, making sure that when the pair landed, her back would be pressed up against his chest, in the perfect place to make her counter move against the larger tom.
His scent flooded her nose as she felt his weight press against her spine, curled against his chest as her paws landed firmly on the ground beneath her and planted themselves nicely, claw unsheathed to add extra momentum where it was needed as Seedfrost was smaller than the red-black tom above her body.
When she felt his weight press down against her with the full roll finishing, Seedfrost used her crouched legs and the momentum of the roll and Bloodtalon's body to shoot herself upwards, smirking in satisfaction when her spine connected with his chest, believing she heard a gasp of lost breath escape his jaws. When she felt Bloodtalon's weight and warmth leave her body, the pretty she-cat took that chance to shoot from underneath him launch herself at his shoulder.
Claws dug into his fur as she shook him, a playful light entering her eyes as she tried to remain serious, but through this whole ordeal, she had actually had fun with her former mentor. His scent was surrounding her nose as she let her feels for the older tom escape through those sharp green orbs of her.
Only for a moment just, but enough to distract her.
Now if we're talking body
You got a perfect one so put it on me
Swear it won't take you long
If you love me right, we fuck for life
On and on and on
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