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Post by -.NighTSighT.- on May 1, 2007 21:52:33 GMT -5
A pale ginger young warrior silently crept towards the Riverclan border, unconsciously or instinctively she did. She wanted to shake the weariness of the day, her thoughts were filled with sorrow, "My kithood friend, Winterkit..leaf, a Riverclan warrior.. a rival." She looked up, the night was dark, thick clouds covered the almost full moon and stars. "It is like if it reflected my thoughts..." Breezenight looked sadly. She finally stopped her pace as she heard the gentle rushing of the river. "Why? Riverclan?" She thought unconciously, "I must have gotten distracted while thinking.." She sat down near the river and lapped the cold water. She shuddered, she recalled the good moments she had passed when kit in this same border, with the friend now she thought of like a rival, clan differences weighed on her, and she wanted to be loyal. "I love Windclan, its moors, its gentle wind, its hills..." Her pale impassioned eyes swept back to her territory and then rested on the other side of the river.
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Post by winterleaf on May 1, 2007 22:05:48 GMT -5
“Why are you so sad?” a smooth voice meowed. From the distance, a young dappled warrior stared, her pelt soaked as she swam in the warm river with cool gusts swepping over her coat. Winterleaf’s deep green gaze followed Breezenight’s ginger fur with while her pitch-black paws slashed the water to swim. The mottled warrior swiftly approached towards the Windclanner with her usual beaming emerald eyes. Stealthily, she arose from the water to have a better view. Then, Winterleaf faced Breezenight, uninterest yet quizcical (sp?) emotions outstanding in it.
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Post by -.NighTSighT.- on May 2, 2007 20:16:43 GMT -5
Breezenight felt her body stiffen as she heard the voice she knew so well of the Riverclanner, Winterleaf. How should she react? The pale creamy ginger cat let her neck fur raise a little in warning. "I was just wondering.. thinking." She meowed with an edgy tone, "Should I still trust her?" She thought eyeing the young warrior, "Aren't you a bit cold? You are soaked!" She meowed suddenly, trying to change the conversation.
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Post by winterleaf on May 2, 2007 20:25:23 GMT -5
“Nah, you get used to it” Winterleaf replied. Despite her answer, she shook water of her pelt, wimbling it until all came out. Drops fell from it as her paws glided gently upon the ground. She was drenched in excitement, fear, and anger while she stared at Breezenight, for she knew she was breaking the warrior code... again. And that constant question haunted her mind: Should I trust her? The young mottled warrior sighed and relunctantly sat down. She glanced at the moon but then back at the ginger warrior. “So, how’s life on Windclan?” Winterleaf asked with her usual expressionless face.
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Post by -.NighTSighT.- on May 3, 2007 15:32:09 GMT -5
"Fine... really." Breezenight meowed evading Winterleaf's gaze, she lowered her head slightly till it was hidden with the shadows of the dark night, a strange shimmer of sorrow twinkled in her pale eyes. Breezenight said nothing more about her clan, "That would be betraying Windclan, wouldn't it?" She thought, suddenly realizing... she stood up and uncomfortably meowed trying to sound polite. "Could you go back to your border? You are intruding into Windclan territory."
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Post by winterleaf on May 3, 2007 17:05:44 GMT -5
Always destracted and clueless, Winterleaf was gazing at the river with her eyes narrowed into slits of emerald orbs, deep in thought. She saw Breezenight's mouth moving and instantly stood up, remembering she wasn't in Riverclan. "Well see ya'" she growled, apparently trying to sound friendly. The young warrior leapt back to the river, splashing water from it. She swam back to her territory, eventually turning around to catch a glimpse of Breezenight’s ginger coat. She skipped out of the cool water but did not move. Winterleaf sat down to make the water that had swollen her pelt fall.
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Post by -.NighTSighT.- on May 3, 2007 17:15:30 GMT -5
"Thanks for understanding..." Breezenight muttered, she crouched low on the grass, and relaxed her tense muscles, she shut her eyes, and tried to forget the resentment she had towards the Riverclan warrior, "Either way I am from Windclan.." but she did not speak that outloud, the cloudy night was dark and cold and she started to feel it, but she didn't want to go to the camp, not just jet...
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Post by winterleaf on May 3, 2007 18:24:08 GMT -5
Winterleaf stood up when she felt her pelt was dry. She stared at Breezenight on the other side of the river. We will never be friends.... We aren’t from the same clan... The mottled warrior meowed. She sighed heavily but silently. With a small grunt, she turned around to march back to her clan. Yeap, her friendship with Breezenight was impossible. Even more than now they were warriors who had promised to follow the warrior code at all risk. "I wish I was a kit again!" Winterleaf growled to herself, not caring for the volume of her voice.
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Post by -.NighTSighT.- on May 5, 2007 9:52:02 GMT -5
"Me too.." Breezenight muttered to herself. She stood up as she saw the Winterleaf leaving, disappearing at the other side of the river, she looked down and sobbed but then said to herself, "I honor Windclan, and she is my rival." She noticed how numb she was, the cold and darkness of this night was unbearable, she stretched and started trotting towards the camp, sometimes not helping a glance towards the river.
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Post by winterleaf on May 5, 2007 14:47:38 GMT -5
((Um, so I guess this is the end of the thread?  )) |
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Post by Thornpaw on May 24, 2007 17:10:19 GMT -5
((NO! *runs to catch up, trips, falls*))
Hawkpaw had taken a stroll dangerously far away from Windclan territory. Alone at last with his thoughts. The moon’s rays lit his path as he wound his way through the tangled path. But something made him stop. Voices? He crept closer to confirm his guess. The scent o of Riverclan drifted into range and his fur prickled with excitement. He trotted quickly to the noise, his paw steps barely making a noise of the soft earth. His amber eyes were all that could be seen as he emerged from the tree line, his body bathed in moonlight. “Breezenight, Winterleaf?” He mewed, bewildered. They was the last cats he though he would find out here, especially after Breeznight specifically telling him of her quarrel with her Riverclan friend. The scent of Riverclan was still thick in the clearing. “What are you two doing out here?” He questioned, a slight smile creasing his lips.
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Post by -.NighTSighT.- on May 28, 2007 17:37:36 GMT -5
Her pale creamy ginger pelt prickled uncomfortably as she caught the voice of Hawkpaw-- her friend in terrible adventures with Winterpaw--leaf. This time she did not look back towards the river, where she thought her friend had disappeared, but with her head down and her fluffy tail dragging padded farther, only raising her head slightly to look at Hawkpaw directly in the eyes. "I am not feeling well... and no, Winterleaf is not my friend anymore, my loyalty is completely to Windclan." Her pale green eyes leaving Hawkpaw's and looking into the distance, she padded on with a metaphorically wounded heart.
((lol, O.o tragic!))
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Post by Thornpaw on Jun 8, 2007 13:30:16 GMT -5
The smile melted from Hawkpaw’s lips. “No! No, no, what are you saying? Why would you abandon your friendship with her? He mewed, stopping in front of Breezenight, blocking her from going further. “Breezenight. We have been friends ever since we were apprentices! And that includes Winterleaf. What caused this, at least give me that much.” He stood baffled. He was never one for rules, and friendship was something he valued above many things. Clan boundaries never stopped him before, it never stopped any of them! Remembering the day the three of them met. Riverclan and Windclan. It was a blast! He longed for those days again. He especially being close to Riverclan. That was not the first time he had snuck of to meet them…and probably not the last.
((XD! haha))
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Post by -.NighTSighT.- on Jun 8, 2007 16:12:03 GMT -5
Breezenight tried to continue, but could not ignore Hawkpaw's words. She stopped and her pale green sorrowful eyes fixed on the apprentice's, her jaws parted to let out a deep sad sigh. "With time... everything changes." She murmured, "I know where my loyalties lay, as well as she." It was a decision made by both, as if they knew it at heart, and no words were needed to utter to know what were their destinies-- both were separate, in their respective clans. This time she evaded Hawkpaw and set in a steady yet light trot towards the Windclan camp, her head bowed and her tail dragging.
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