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Post by snowpuddle on Jul 2, 2013 16:08:21 GMT -6
''...he would be a good kitty and stay put.'' Watchful Blues on Dark Days Soft music I hear, Music of the night time As peaceful as can be  Snowpuddle
His eyes glistered a cold blue, watching the shady figures move in smooth but fast motions. A glint of the pearl white of his teeth were shown when the toms mouth curled into a light smile. One of the figures had landed wrongly and even the far away audience, well audience so far he could smell he was the only creeper out there, could see the little shadow try and hold his balance. The white tail of his twisted and curled in amusement whenever he saw another mistake or the total opposite. Snowpuddle very aware of his creeping behavior and he wouldn’t deny he enjoyed it. Creeping wasn’t even something that was very hard to do for the white tom so he just took advantage of his ghost-like appearance. Seeing that none of the youngsters had yet spotted the observant blue orbs, he did succeed this evening. Though the night was young and no one could say whatever the apprentices would actually discover him or their mentors that should be guiding their little ones.
Observing the new generation of warrior was kind of nostalgic. Just so many moons had passed before he actually became the tom he was now. The nights of training in the land once claimed by the Shadow cats, they had been harsh and Snowpuddle swore by his pure innocent soul that he had passed out for a couples of times out of exhaustion. Because well to be told Mister Riddle was not served with a pair of brain muscles, not physical strength. His mentor had told him, though the older male never saw his lacks as a failure but as a room for improvements, that he should work for what he lacked. That way he could grow even on his old day. So watching those younger apprentices working hard in the night made him want to join them, how embarrassing it may be for them. How alluring the idea was to come out of his shadow and mingle with them, he would be a good kitty and stay put. Laying his head on his paws he continued to watch, though less observant as his mind began to wander back to those not so long ago days.
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appleheart
WILDCLAN WARRIOR
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Post by appleheart on Jul 3, 2013 14:50:32 GMT -6
Appleheart slunk through the marshland, eyes wide in the growing darkness. She spotted a large frog croaking happily a few fox-lengths away and she quietly sunk lower to the ground. Her small body approached slowly, unsheathing her claws along the way. When she was mere paw-steps away from launching herself at the amphibian, it started and hopped away, into a nearby pond. “Fox-dung!” she swore under her breath, standing back upright and angrily pawing at some pine needles underfoot. While she herself wasn’t a big fan of prey from this side of the Thunderpath, she knew any food was good food and someone back at camp was bound to eat it. She was just about to turn and head back to Fourtrees when she barely managed to spot a white tail twitch in the underbrush.
She tilted her head, confused, and slowly padded up to the concealed cat. She tasted his scent on the breeze – definitely WildClan. She quickly recognized that long white fur. “Hello? Snowpuddle?” she asked quietly, making sure to keep her voice down. She could hear some nearby apprentices playing or working with their mentors. The pair was undetected at the moment, but apprentices were known to be curious. Even her own kits had been observant from a very young age (perhaps to a fault, given the brothers’ ongoing feud). But having seen the apprentices in camp, they were probably too focused on the task at hand to care about two warriors in a bush. “What are you doing back here?” she whispered, friendly, settling in beside him to watch the apprentices before them.
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Post by snowpuddle on Jul 6, 2013 13:42:05 GMT -6
'' ‘Only nights will make us shine isn’t it.’'' Watchful Blues on Dark Days Soft music I hear, Music of the night time As peaceful as can be Snowpuddle
His ear twitched as he heard the buzzing sound in his ear, one that had continued ever since the tom had settled down in the damp grass to enjoy an free night on his own. It wasn’t like he wasn’t too greedy about sharing his blood with the mosquitos but the sound was distracting him. Moving his gaze from the training warrior-to-be, a couple of bloodsuckers had found a way in his bush and swirled around him like a dancing ritual. His head softly began to move along the swift movements of the flying insects, in his head he heard a soft melody from wind and water playing along the bloody dance. Sometimes once of them tried to bite into his flesh but the thick white fur would prevent them from having a feisty diner. Slightly smirking at the silly attacks he stared at them, though he still kept a half eye on the apprentices.
Really Snowpuddle wished he had ten pair of eyes, one to watch his loved ones and all the other were needed to capture even a glimpse from the world around him. Everyone noticed stuff that was literally shoved into their face, seeing the little things was way harder and almost impossible to do so. It was an art in itself to notice it, a diving bell spider building her web in the water, a butterfly eating anther dust or even small lifes, though sometimes annoying, mosquitos, the ducks that.. His attention flipped back, though his body did not move a muscle, that was a lie his nose slightly thrilled as it tasted the new scents in the muddy air. A fraction of an inch his mouth curled into a smile when he labeled the scent with the rightful name.
A soft hum came from him in response as his names was whispered into the air. His ear twitched backwards to listen the she-cat close in on him.
Deep blues had seen Alyssum from time to time, dropping some fresh catch for the soon-to-be moms in the Infirmary. After all the she-cats had to be fed for more than one cat, how small they may be, moms needed a lot of extras to get a strong off-spring. Nobody would doubt her potentials of being a good mom, by now her own blood could be training just a couple of meters further down, working hard to become full- grown. His orbs tried to fix on the ginger cat as his voice sounded softly for only them to hear. ‘Only nights will make us shine isn’t it.’ Snowpuddle couldn’t help to watch at the moving dark spots with a sympathetic glimmer in his eyes ‘Do the seeds sprout well in good weather?’
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