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Rainflower sang softly to herself, twitching her cold tail. Great. Leafbare was approaching, and she had her warrior vigil tonight. At last, the dawn patrol signaled that the long night was over, and pinpricks of warmth seeped back into her paws.

Glancing to the side, she slowly stretched a hind leg, showing off her athletic build. Her sable fur looked warm in the rosy light if dawn, and she felt feeling racing through her fur.

I am a warrior.

She grinned, a smile zipping across her face. She quietly snuck out the camp entrance to the river. Paddig to her favorite place, she laid down, a quiet peace burbling under her paws. She was under a willow tree whose gnarled roots created a small, secluded island. It drank from the river and was huge, it's knobby bark humming with stories and life.

Gradually, Rainflower felt a presence behind her. Growing anxious and self conscious, she nervously looked behind her. Nothing. She waited a few minutes, leaning her paws into the ground. A rustling sound startled her, and she whipped around, facing her assaulter. "Who's there?" she snarled, claws extending into the dirt and scarring the earth. Her hackles raised, and her usually pretty face twisted into a snarl.

"Never." murmured Applenose. Sliding up to the pitifully small group, she stared openly at the destruction of her beloved camp and sighed. "This would've be easily fixed if everyone hasn't run away." she growled, scraping her paws against the scrubby moor ground. Part of her wouldn't have felt so vengeful about the move if her brother, Cedarheart, hasn't left. Yet he did, and the shock of betrayal left her cold and alone. Now, all she felt was a dark indifference forward him. She put forth all her energy to rebuilding the camp, showing the weaklings that their homeland wasn't jut a bare desert.

She glanced at the dark pelt of Nighthound, silently blinking. Applenose's own pelt was a lighter shade of orange, not forceful enough to be called ginger, nor light enough to be brown. It was somewhere inbetween, and was streaked with tabby stripes. Her silvery eyes were inquisitive and friendly, hinting nothing about the turmoil she was feeling about the loss of her litter mate. She was passionate and prone to volatile mood swings, usually very talkative and friendly, or sometimes as opaque and unreadable as obsidian.

Glancing at the collapsed dens, she started lifting rubble and broken twigs from the old elders den. The soft heather has died underneath the ages of suffocation, and she sighed, realizing how long it would take to grow back.

"Oh, sorry..." a dark grey tom apologized. "I didn't realize you were here." he paced to the tree and looked at the she-cat. "Care for some company?" he asked. It had been a long tedious day, and he was ready to get it over with. Relaxing at the base of the ash tree, he flicked his tail, indicating he was friendly. "I'm Creektail, by the way." he said.

[glow=white,2,300]Creektail, 9 moons[/glow]
"Nice to meet you, Fernleaf." Creektail mewed, nodding a greeting. He leaped from one branch of the ash tree to another, joining her on a low branch. "See that sandy hollow a few yards down?" he asked, gesturing to a nest in the bank. "That's where I like to get away." he grinned. "Do you want to go or a walk?" he asked.

"Okay, but is that considered trespassing? What if we found some leftover cats?" she shivered, slightly exhilarated by the thought of a potential fight. "Are we going to hunt there?" excited, her tail shot up. "What will we see when we get there? Will we bring home rabbits? Let's go now!" she made her way towards the direction of WindClan, eager to get the adventure started.

"Oh, sorry!" Rainflower ambled down the tree at a leisurely pace, her muscles now completely relaxed. "It's just that I'm a little edgy after my vigil...staying up all night really takes a toll on your body." sighing, she sat down and faced MysticIllusions. "What are you doing here in particular?" Rainflower asked.

Ooc: I can't either ;) ;)

Ic: Rainflower nodded her head. So, she wasn't the only one who took walks. It really was nice to get out of camp without asking a mentor first. "I know what you mean..." Rainflower sympathized. She would like to get to know this mysterious, pedestrian cat better. "Would you like to take a walk with me?"

Ooc: sorry, another camp...

Sunpaw's pace slowed to a crawl as she saw Rainsong prowling towards her. Caught up I the flurry of excitement, Sunpaw realized she was nowhere near RiverClan territory. The dry, grassy air smelled like dust and rabbit. Sunpaw didn't like it-too little water. It lacked the freshness of RiverClan air, the smooth smell of water, and the tasty tang of fish. Sunpaw's tail drooped lower as she realized that a sense of worry and uneasiness grew in Rainsong's pelt. Tension filled the air, almost palpable. The weeds crackled like lightning, and dust caught into Sunpaw's thick, waxy coat.

"I'm sorry, Rainsing!" she wailed. "It was just so exciting, stretching my legs for once."

Now her head hung low, neck straining to the ground, chin and nose touching the barren earth.

Rainsong twitched her tail irritably. Her Clanmates used to say she was too sensitive, and now all she felt was a hotness rise through her pelt and into the tips of her ears. The languid cat acted like hanging out with her was his last resort at staying entertained. Like there was nothing else better to do. She but her lip. Must. Stay. Calm. The cat probably didn't mean any harm.

"Okay, let's go." She murmured, padding out of the peaceful clearing.

She was surprised when her paws started directing her to the main eddy of the river, a place with intense currents, but bigger fish. Only experienced cats could fish there, and a bit haughtily, Rainflower considered herself among their ranks. Even though she was jut coronated an apprentice. Her mentor had taken her there once, and praised her on her skill at fishing and swimming. Easy as pie, right?

Wrapped up in her warm memory, she felt feelings of hostility melt away. She concentrated a bit more on MysticIllusions, a nice, if curt, cat. His striking silver fur was thicker and rougher than hers. His light violet eyes darted across the clearing. Clearly, he was clever and observant, saying exactly what he needed to say and then stopping. A cat who kept to himself. Not if Rainflower could help it.

"So, do you have a special Clanmates at camp?" she asked. Heat rose to her pelt a second time in ten minutes. She regretted the words almost instantly, cursing her stupid brain. The topic was too intimate for near strangers, and it sounded like she was trying to hit on him. Ew.

Ooc: sorry I haven't posted in a while, camp got into the way...

Sunpaw had finally done something daring. She had snuck out of camp without her mentor's permission. Laughing quietly to herself, she skimmed across the soft bank of the river. Good StarClan. A few fox-lengths away sat Stonepaw and his new friend. Sunpaw frowned. Where was the faithful Skypaw? She seemed to fade out of the picture. Looks like it hadn't taken Stonepaw too long to find another entourage. Well, she didn't want to repeat the embarrassing tree incident, so she stalked away into the reeds, muttering about unloyal boys and calling Stonepaw a few choice words. With the realization that he had replaced Skypaw so quickly, she admitted to herself that she had liked him. Had. The ShadowClan cat acted like a player, and she didn't need any more of that in her life. Oh no she did not. Unwittingly, Sunpaw veered towards the river. So entangled in her confusing thoughts, she tripped and stumbled, right into the rapids of the river.

A rock snagged her pelt, the rough waves tossing her thick RiverClan fur. She spewed water from her mouth, gasping and struggling for air with all her might. Despite being seven moons, Sunpaw's lithe build was far too line to brave the rapids. First her neck sunk, then her mouth and her nose. She squeezed her eyes tightly underwater, then opened them just in time to see a large boulder. She slammed into it with her shoulder, emitting a painful grunt. The waves tossed her in he air again, just in time to take a gasp of air and yell

"HELP!!!"

"Oh," replied Rainflower, feeling slightly pleased. Why? Her grouchy side overtook her again, a rough and gruff feeling spreading through her pelt. She felt restless.

"You've been to the deepest part of the river, right?" A warrior such as he must have at least gone a few times before. She bumped his shoulder none-too-lightly, paws itching to run, to run with his mysterious cat. "Let's race."

She bounded down a slope, feeling giddy and devilish for taking a head-start. Her tail whipped his muzzle playfully. Feeling energized, she let a yowl escape her mouth. A joyous shout. Her silver-sable coat shone like a brand of moon, and her purple eyes strained for the world beyond. White-socked feet flying, she looked back once at MysticIllusions.

Sunpaw heard a faint meowing in the distance. Her head was forced down underwater again, and her body got wedged in between some tangled weeds and a rock. She weaseled her way out, yelling "HELP!" once more.

She felt ready to give in, to not care if her spine was snapped by driftwood or a boulder. A feeble moan was emitted, her head ducking into the water once more. She pummeled feebly at the water, her kicks maki her rebound off of potentially dangerous areas, but draining her energy even more. Deep in her mind, exhaustion and the will to live played a fierce battle, each slight move a checkmate between life or death.

Sunpaw nodded, sticking closer to Rainsong's side. As they passed through unfamiliar terrain, Sunpaw felt her curious side flicker once more. "Rainsong, where are we?"

Suddenly, a fat rabbit burst out of a nearby heather patch. Excited, Sunpaw gave chase, white and gold paws streaking across the scrubby moorland. She did not know about the warrior code's rule-never hunt on another Clan's territoy. The rabbit took no time in noticing it's pursuer. It gave a wide-eyed look at Sunpaw, and burst forward in a panicked attempt at survival. The RiverClan apprentice was feeling tired, a pain biting at her midsection. Her chase slowed, and the adrenaline started to wear off as she slumped to the ground. The fluffy tail of he rabbit tauntingly disappeared down a hole. The shock and speed caught up to her and nearly knocked her off her paws. Her heart beat as rapidly as a woodpecker's beak. "Rain...song...sorry I...couldn't...catch...it."

She leaned her head back and flipped her body, tummy to the sky and back on the sandy ground. "Where...are we...again?"

Sunpaw saw Stonepaw swimming towards her. Salvation! She tried paddling toward him, each move more tiring than the first.

"Stonepaw!" she shrieked, inhaling a mouthful of water.

Sunpaw's vision blurred with water and exhaustion, and her eyes caught small details.
A duck-shaped cloud. Shiny pebbles. Sunlight on Stonepaw's fur. The glint of his new friend's pretty eye. This was it. She was less than a tail-length away from him but her body gave out. Back dropping, head falling, she sank like a stone. The powerful roar of water pushed her towards Stonepaw, too forceful. She felt her body collide with his, but was too weak to acknowledge it. She felt her heavy weight push him down. She was drowning him, but she didn't mean to.

She slammed her head across a rock, bashing her muzzle. The sudden shock of pain sent her a moment of clarity. She was drowning him against the weeds! Gasping, she swam down, pushing him up. She was forced against the swirls of water and again faded into oblivion.

Rainflower raced, pelt stinging with the exhilaration of competition. Her agile, slim build was perfect for running and her long legs made it easy for her to run. Suddenly, she stumbled a bit, letting MysticIllusions gain a little bit of distance on her. She growled and pressed forward. The race was nearly done, two streaks of silver skimming towards the river, like thrown pebbles ready to be skipped. Now she was almost head to head with him.

Sparrowclaw faced her, his heart throbbing. He loved her, he knew he did. She needed his proof, though.

Facing her head on, he whispered into her ear. "Of course I know. I love you, Echolight." He stepped back,
Staring into her brilliant green eyes. At this moment in time, something extraordinary happened. When he locked eyes with Echolight, he knew that she was the only one he wanted. Yes, a piece of his heart still belonged to Leafsong, but it was time to move on. Two years was a long time to grieve for a cat, and he had finally found someone he wanted to devote himself to, a cat who was caring and noble, who brought him out of darkness.

"I know it seems hasty, but I truly do love you. You managed to make me hunt again, to feel joy. You are the most beautiful cat I've ever met. You were kind and patient, modest and willing to sacrifice for a cat that you just met. I don't think I've ever met a cat like you, and I don't think I ever will. You would never weigh me down, to be my mate would free me."

He took a step closer, his muzzle nearly touching hers.

"Leafsong is gone, and there is nothing I can do to bring her back. I grieved for two years until you found me, and to do that is amazing. You wouldn't be replacing Leafsong, ever. I want you for who you are, Echolight. My feelings are real."

He shifted a bit, a sharp uncomfortableness rising in his throat. He wanted to say what he had meant to say the whole speech. Now, he didn't know how Echolight would react if he said this, but it was now or never. If he didn't say this, he couldn't covey how much he loved her, how he wanted her.

"You are my everything, my only eternity. I have never met a cat as good as you, and I hope that you'll accept me. I can't imagine life without you."

Now he waited, as the cat of his dreams sat right in front of him. Even if she didn't take him, he was happy with whatever decision she decided to make. His ear twitched. He couldn't believe he was lucky enough to meet a cat like Echolight. She was as tranquil as water, as beautiful as fire. He was terrified, actually if she turned him down, but he knew he wouldn't just go back to moping around. Echolight taught him to serve others, to not be so self-pitying when other cats were worse off than him. He would serve his Clan and honor Echolight.

"Stonepaw," mumbled Sunpaw. she nuzzled her sodden face into his cheek, thanking him without words. A swell in her heart made her throat constrict and fur stand on end when she touched him. Sue thought she was over that. She admired be way he streaked across the water in an effort to save her. even if he wasn't the best swimmer, he sure was brave. A warm feeling spread through Sunpaw as she laid on the bank, tired body stretched in the sun. She was cold and bruised, nearly about to black out, but she noticed a swirl of fur dipping into the water, then back down. Lillypaw, that new apprentice. She was so small and kit-like. Even Sunpaw, who was just eight moons, weighed more than her. Sunpaw didn't doubt she could beat her in a fight. Stupid kit. Going to get herself killed. Just like Sunpaw was about to.

Without warning, the golden tabby apprentice ran to the bank of the river where it eddied and curved. She saw a huge stick and tried to push against it, creating a law hold for Lillypaw. Due to her weak body, she couldn't budge it. New tactic.

Sunpaw tried a smaller stick, and to her great satisfaction, it was light enough to respond to her feeble pushes, and she shoved it halfway into the water. Sunpaw saw Lillypaw's sodden body being tossed and turned in he churning waves. She angled it just right, as close to the she-cat as she could get. It was up to Lillypaw to grab it now. Sunpaw strained, feeling atrophied muscles throbbing like hammers. Good lord Lillypaw, grab it! thought Sunpaw, a rugged growl escaping from her stretching throat.

Rainflower tried to pick up speed at the end, but merely found that she could not beat the other warrior. His graceful paws touched the water first, and she slowed down, breathless from the race. A bloom of ripples spread from her paws and body as she laid in the shallows of the river, scaring small minnows. She smiled at her companion, thankful of the company. For the first time, she noticed a flicker of emotion under the silver facade of the taciturn Mysicillusions. She was intrigued by him, and wanted to know more.

"Sooo..." she drawled, tail flickering across the mirroring water. "Tell me about yourself. Why are you always so poker-faced?" she asked, adrenaline speeding too much through her body to discern the polite from the blunt. She pawed at a curious perch, making it disappear into the depths.

It was so nice to be warm and cool at the same time. A shudder passed through her body, making her dig deeper with her elbows into the muddy ground below.

Hi! Just saying, I don't reply to one-liners or sloppy messages (that includes text e.g. Hey, btw, what are you doing over the summer? Lol #JustinBeiber. I'm eating a donut BTW)

Yup, you can hate people who are like me, but I'm just saying....
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Creektail lifted her head to the morning light. A beam of sunshine fell from the sky and dappled the ground around her in a rosy golden light. Ah, she absolutely loved mornings in camp. So...peaceful. Then she remembered. The sun faded back into the background, her once cozy nest becoming too itchy and cold. Her belly was uncomfortably empty. Creektail stretched, shifting her balance on the pads of her paws. They ached with the newfound pressure, and she rolled them a across the soft, spongy ground to get the blood flowing through her body. There was no time to waste.

After inhaling a small starling, Creektail sat in the center of camp next to the fresh-kill pile, waiting for the rest of the patrol that had signed up to wake and join her. A feather from her breakfast flew into the air as a faint breeze played with it, brushing her sensitive, pink nose. An explosive sneeze built up in the back of her muzzle until she let it loose in a high-pitched "ATCHOO!"

Embarrassed, she scanned the clearing making sure nobody had seen her. Maybe a cat had, for she saw movement in the warrior's den. A figure emerged from the shadows.

"About time," she called, playfulness woven into her words. She nudged a piece of fresh-kill towards the cat. "Don't want you to be hungry for your patrol. You won't catch anything if you picture it dead and prepared. You have to act."

This thread needs a tom with a string and arrogant personality. Note, my character was a former kittypet, so do what you want with that information. :) :)

Creektail nodded her head slowly. This little kit kept talking and rambling about how he was going to be the best warrior ever. Somehow, Creektail doubted him, and after an abrupt moment of silence where the gregarious kit had to catch his breath, Creektail made a run from it. She had visited the nursery, mainly to just see the kits that frolicked there. It made the young she-cat happy to see the cute kits run around and play, but in her heart, she knew that it just made her lonely.

Ever since a few moons ago, she realized that she was slowly getting left behind in the social scene. She was a pretty good hunter-certainly not the best, especially when she was nervous. When she was nervous, she had the tendency to become very clumsy. Anyways. Her friends started taking an interest to other warriors, strong hunters or smart planners. They gained happiness, and some even had litters and families of their own. Creektail was still pretty and young, but she realized that the days of her youth would soon wane away and she would be left all alone like some of the elders she had visited earlier in the day.

She sighed. Maybe it was because she was too easy to get-she was pretty naïve, (or, at least, that was what she was told) and had never experienced love before. She had heard that it was amazing and beautiful, but when her friends started going into depth and describing it like they would a sunset or a butterfly, she got either bored or scared at what it implied. A forever soul mate? The father of her kits? Someone she slept next to every night and had a commitment to? What if she wanted to do more wih her life?

But what is there? a voice asked in her head. You failed miserably at your attempts at medicine cat life, and you won't ever be the best hunter no matter how hard you try. All you're good for now is to visit the lonely elders and the unruly kits.

It was true, her soft, creamy body a tad bit too round for being a huntress, and her nervousness especially spiked around medicine. What would happen if she accidentally poisoned the whole camp? What if she fed a kit deathberries instead of catmint? What if she was too dumb to remember herb names, too timid to approach StarClan, too unorganized to sort herbs? Never mind medicine-that was way too far fetched for Creektail.

She sighed, and picked up a vole from the pile. Nibbling at it's stomach cavity first, she chewed the warm, yummy meat and lapped up the warm juices that poured out of the skin. Oh, mmmmm. Fresh-kill was so much better than that disgusting kitty pet food she used to eat when she was a kit. Originally, Creektail was a kittypet, but was found by ThunderClan and was lucky enough to have a kind mother who didn't ostracize her. She chewed through her favorite part, then started on the hindquarters before launching into the cranium. Before she finished though, a large shadow blocked the hazy sun, casting shadow on her previously enjoyable meal.

"Yes?" she asked.