Posts by DEERSONG !

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]"Fuck. Damn it, Fangstar. Don't die on me now." Deersong lunged outward and placed a single paw over his chest and upon his wrist in faint hopes of receiving a pulse. No, there was no way that he could be dead. No way in heck. Fangstar was the leader of the Covenant, he was a leader. He couldn't just...die! However, that was what had happened. The best of people got the worst of luck, and the cougar was simply yet another example of this.

The young teenager took a slow step backward, finally giving up in defeat. No pulse. No heartbeat. No life. No Fangstar. Whatever killed this guy would be hunted down by Deersong herself, and slaughtered before anyone could say 'mouse'. This almost felt fake - like she was floating around in some sort of unrealistic nightmare. the chocolate tabby blinked her hazel optics once as a small tear dripped down her face and splashed onto the ground. "He can't be gone."

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]"I'll tag along!" Deersong was tying her best to remain her optimistic, cheery self, but when the death of Fangstar was so sudden and unexpected to the mahogany tabby, it was a battle to even flash a smile. She didn't know how she managed to pull off a light tone, or a sparkle within her eyes. The sudden event was bound to take a toll on several others, including the medicine cat who was currently leading the patrol. She assumed that Mockingmirrors had no idea of the recent mishap that had happened. Why would the chief assistant even want to attend a hunting patrol if she felt this way? Well, the young feline figured that it had the capability of doing her good, which was what she wanted. She wanted to tear her mind off of some stressful events that had happened, and simply carry on with her regular warrior duties.

The striped chocolate domestic cat trotted towards the medic, offering her a light smile before awaiting for the arrival of other Covenanters.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]Deersong arrived beside Kerala, offering the grizzly bear and others who had arrived a kind smile. The slender brown tabby settled down upon her haunches, inhaling and exhaling softly. What was all this conversation that was happening about a bird? It was merely a seagull, however, it was a rather odd image to see a bird that originated from beaches and stretches of land beside water perched upon a mountain peek. The olive-eyed individual mentally shrugged at the picture, choosing to dismiss it for the time being.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]"HELLA YEAH!" Deersong was one to interrupt graceful dives with sudden, harsh cannonballs. The chocolate tabby almost enjoyed doing that type of thing, just to get a reaction from people, hoping that it was amused rather then annoyed. Therefor, the tall, lanky female chose to sprint from behind the group, weaving around several other clanmates who had their paws implanted upon the ground. There was no way in StarClan that she was going to continue stalling about. With each giddy bound, the young high position was one step closer towards the edge of the cliff. Suddenly, without warning, the female launched herself over the edge. With a loud, gleeful shriek, the domestic tabby plummeted down. The rush of brisk air that slammed up and into her belly as she descended downward caused a rush of adrenaline to course up the female's spine. Finally, the chief assistant plunged into the water, breaking it's surface and sending droplets of water flying in a multitude of directions. After being held beneath the water for a few moments, Deersong soon submerged, climbing out from the crystalline liquid with a fat grin. The female craned her neck upward to gaze at her clanmates that where perched up at the cliff's edge.

Hot damn that was fun!

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]Spotting the small cluster of Covenanters followed by a BloodClanner in Echoingmelodies' jaws, Deersong was compelled by curiosity to tag along. Now trotting along beside the trio of her clanmates, the female flashed a glance at the queen before looking back forward, lips lightly pursed. Ew, BloodClan. She would have never left a queen on the border like that, but felt annoyed that she would take her birthing ass right on back to her home. After all, why assist one of their members when that snobby anti-clan raided her home a countless number of times? It annoyed her.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]A tidal wave of bone-chilling sorrow crashed over the chief assistant. The worst part was that she couldn't repel these feelings with a simple brush of her tail. Nope, this was something that had to be properly mourned, but Deersong felt as thought she simply couldn't do that type of thing here where a meeting was being held. There must have been further news to what Whipstar had to announce. Although the death of her fallen co-leader was something to be known clan-wide, she doubted that was the one and only reason that he had summoned all of the Covenant. Forcing her drooping ears to prick upward rather then being pinned to the back of her skull, the young female awaited for more announcements to come.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 500px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]Deersong was the next Covenant originated individual to prance towards the group, hazel eyes curiously dancing over the figure of the recently accepted Manhunter. Ah, the name was quite exquisite indeed, yet the female had seen more odd titles that had descended from the anti-clan realm. They had quite often named their off-spring labels that had taken after gore and things relating to that nature. Some where less twisted in that sort of way, but then again, she didn't really have a personal opinion of any other anti-clan besides BloodClan. Yeah, they where bitches for attacking her neutral clan. Notice how they weren't a pro-clan group, but a group that preferred to be calm with everyone. "Well hiya. I'm Deersong, an exploration chief assistant here at the Covenant. Your Manhunter, correct?" The light brown tabby sauntered towards the group, lightly curved hips swaying behind her through each stride. The long legged beauty settled herself down beside Kerala, offering the apprentice along with everyone else who had gathered a friendly smile before swerving her attention back over to the yellow-eyed feline.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 500px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]"I'll come up there and shove you over myself!" Deersong hollered up towards the deputy with a joking grin etched across her facial features. Although her tone had been dipped in amusement, the female hadn't been joking. She wouldn't hesitate in doing what she had claimed she would do if Soul didn't jump soon. Hell, the water was relatively calm now, and the weather was amazing. He had better make the best of it in comparison to chickening out and taking advantage of doing something thrilling. After all, when was the last time she had been jumping off of cliffs? Well, there had been quite the time stretch from then till now, but the brown tabby set that aside. The long-legged marvel had been lying on her back, belly skyward and she simply allowed the water to keep her afloat. The female looked up at Soul with her signature sideways smile, grateful that the sun wasn't blaring down onto her eyes.

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 500px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]"I would like to come along also, if that's alright with you Whipstar." After all, she was a chief assistant of the Navigation division. It could prove useful to have her attend the patrol. Her two chestnut-shapped optics where fixated upon the other tabby, awaiting for his reply. The emotion of sorrow that had previously been manifested upon her facial features deteriorated a bit at the mention of the expedition. After all, she had enjoyed traveling far distances, and would be glad to tag along to assist her clan.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 500px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]"Alrighty then. Just swear your loyalty, and let me know your name!" She didn't want to be calling him 'random joiner'. The long-legged beauty sauntered towards the towering red wolf, a brisk gust of wind shattering her recently groomed chestnut coat. A small smile manifested itself onto her lips as she settled down in front of the large creature, awaiting for his reply.

/ moblie

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 500px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]Crap. Well, that was fine, she'd just need to work her tail end off until she could make her way back up the ranks once again. It was rather a bummer to hear her name as a demotion, but she could understand why. Her stretch of activity wasn't holding up, and she knew that she had to be strong during times like this. She had to be around, at least some times. The teenager knew that she didn't have to be hopping about all the damn time, but she had to at least post a few times each day. Therefor, she understood clearly, and was thankful she was given a chance to be promoted once again.

Seating herself beside Kerala, the mahogany tabby gave a dip of her head towards Whipstar, showing him that he was indeed grateful of his choice of not doubting that she wouldn't give up on being active with the Covenant. "I will do my best to be active once again, and congragulations to the rest of the newly promoted members!" The senior warrior chirped, managing to hold up with a loose, goofy grin smeared upon her muzzle.

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"Sorry for being nosey Peri, but might I ask why?" She was a great deputy in her opinion, and was rather concerned about this self demotion. After all, it was leaping down from deputy to a warrior. Something was going on, yet the senior warrior couldn't place her paw down on what it was. With a furrowed brow, the high position stepped forward, faint worry glistening within her usually vibrant hazel optics. Perhaps it was the fact that the position was simply too much for Periwinkle to take on. Souleater appeared to be doing alright as a deputy, but it was different for others. The cheetah could have had too many things on her mind at once, which she knew sucked. The tabby seated herself in front of her clanmate, awaiting for her to respond to her past inquire.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 500px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]Deersong - senior warrior (female) - navigation division - multiple positions

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 500px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]"Woah, wait just a moment Crimmy." Deersong rushed towards the group, a glimmer of excitement flaming up within her optics at the sight of her chief's swollen belly. Was she...pregnant?! With who's kids? The questions clouded up the young female's brain like a mass of bugs swarming a juicy hamburger. The thought of new life in the Covenant was almost over-whelming, and the brown tabby would be sure that she would be there to see kits enter the world. Hopefully they where kittens that where swimming inside the ginger female. "Who's are they?" A grin enlaced itself upon her salmon pink lips, but inside, she was simply praying that Crimsonocean was pregnant. If not, it would have been extremely rude of her to even assume anything.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 500px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]Deersong hadn't exactly been close to Vividpaw, but this was a promotion nevertheless. The senior warrior gave a curt nod, along with a broad grin, obviously approving of the medicine cat choice. The high position remained silent, although her facial expression displayed how she was happy about the new addition to the medical staff.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 500px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]Hopefully, Periwinkle would chose to take up a position as a senior warrior. Indeed, Deersong did recall Summermajesty. StarClan, the tigress was around since she had first time - since Souleater was a senior warrior. The mahogany tabby calmly continued to gaze on at the cheetah, hoping that she would accept the position as a co-worker alongside herself. The chocolate tabby gave a quick blink of her hazel oculars, awaiting for the wildcat's reply.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 500px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]Inactivity had been bugging the slender brown tabby for ages now, and she was rather determined to shake it off. Therefor, the former navigation chief assistant thought of a way that would surely help her out in the act of pulling her out from disappearing. A good old fashion hunting patrol would certainly do the trick, and she was hoping to have others tag along with her.

With a faint smile trailing her features, the senior warrior emerged from the warrior's den, hazel eyes sparkling as she looked about. Now was the time to stock up on food before she left for her expedition with a few others. It was quite an honor to be chosen by Whipstar himself to help clarify this whole traveling business. If anyone knew Deersong, they knew that the female was one for traveling. Standing about in one place was boring as hell, and was something she would rather not do.

"APPRENTICES AND WARRIORS WHO ARE UNOCCUPIED, COME IN FRONT OF THE WARRIOR'S DEN FOR A HUNTING PATROL!"

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 500px; text-align: justify; font: normal 12px arial; line-height: 95%;]"It's strange indeed. I've caught word from a few loners that there has been a body pop up in...BloodClan, was it? No, but I don't believe one of our members has done this." Deersong informed with a small shake of her head. To be honest, gore wasn't quite her thing. If she saw a body with intestines spilling from a stomach or empty sockets, the senior warrior would begin to feel nauseous. It was just fucking gross to see that sprawled on your border. She hadn't known what member would do this sort of thing, but perhaps others did. Stopping beside Mockingmirrors, the towering, young brown tabby fixated her hazel visionaries upon the Civil leader.