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Post by Velvetheart on Jun 30, 2008 8:36:55 GMT -5
 Lucid carcass laid crouched on the misc of a hill, Beryl ocs glaring at the setting sun coldly. Velvetheart's lobes twitched as the last soothing, gentle breeze caressed her form, toying with her onyx canvas before it faded into a light whisper, before eerie silence. It seemed not many cats resided in WindClan anymore, and the thoughts of being a rogue crossed the she-cats mind, but no, she couldn't. A sharp growl escaped her gullet as she stood up, her tail twitching as blood scent was carried through the air before that final breeze had vanished. Pathetic... he mind snarled, and her gaze became sinister, showing her fearlessness to the world. She was prideful, and no doubt brave. She feared none, and she would fight all of ShadowClan, ThunderClan, and RiverClan if she had to. Velvetheart rose her chin with determined arrogance. Her posture gaining a majestic image as she squared her limbs, and tensed her broad shoulders.
" Ignorant beings. Their existance is absurd, but I shall not question StarClan's wishes to let them live." Haunches lowered to the fell as she continued to glare at the borders into each Clan. Her pupils dilating with loath. Her polished, and sharply curved claws dug into the soddy basis as she continued to target her enemies. As a rogue I could slaughter anyone I wish, and I could be free of StarClan's ghostly claws It was true, Velvetheart respected them, but she didn't like the rules set down, and her side of respect was far from any other warrior's respect. She loved them because they had powers, and every cat bent to their will. A coy smirk crossed her kissers as she remembered the long dead tabby, Tigerstar. She had his ambition, and she greatly admired the legendary warrior. soon enough... Soon enough
Aside from her nasty ambition, Velvetheart would fight for her clan, and protect it. She may have cruel intentions, but she had her soft sides. However, even her soft sides are not exactly 'soft' but if anyone should see that side, they'd better be grateful for it, because Velvetheart rarely shows it. The sable feline arched her back, and yawned as the nightly crickets began to chirp in a wondrous chorus, and soon enough the Fireflies were dancing with flashing lights to the cricket's music, and then the rest of the night time creatures began to sing, and shuffle around. Velvetheart remaing still, and silent as the creatures celebrated the time the sun went down, and the moon rose.
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Post by RavenStar on Jul 8, 2008 13:43:05 GMT -5
Bearkit was walking outside of camp. Of course he still had kit in his name but he was not even close to being a kit. He had grown up and with this learning the harsh facts of life. His mom just left him and Cheetahkit by themselves for the life of an alley cat. He probably should of followed her, at least he would get some where. Flamekit had done that and he was probably living way better then bearkit was. When he thought of this a growl came from his throat. Out of all three kits he was the most like his mom but little Flamekit was mothers favorite. His claws dug in the mud as he walked he had so much anger built up in him.
He didn't know what was happening to his clan Swiftstar had been gone and there was no one to mentor him. Wind Clan seemed to almost be extinct. They were all living on there own and Bearkit had to grow up quickly if he was going to survive. Maybe I should have my own ceramony he thought. He knew he had learned all of that there was to be a warrior and more. But would Star Clan accept it? He didn't believe in Star Clan they wouldn't of let this happen if there was Star Clan.
A harsh wind picked up and the grass started to raddle in the wind. He looked up at the sky it was a full moon there should of been a gathering tonight.
Still Finnishing
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