Posts by Hemlock-kit.

[align=center]A slightly surprised Hemlock glanced at the departing figure of Callie, though he felt no antipathy towards the wolf for leaving the game. It was a bit of a silly game, this was true, and it certainly wasn't meant for everybody. Returning his attention to Nightpaw, the seal point waited expectantly.

[align=center]Hemlock, who had been slowed by a well-hidden patch of ice, burst out of a snowdrift towards the edges of the trees and was confronted with the frozen stream. Like Nightpaw, the knight had no chance of making the jump and the best option seemed to be slinking as carefully as possible over. Skittering, quite uncoordinated, across the ice, the seal point kept his blue eyes trained on the ebony agent just ahead of him. Arg! That lead would be hard to beat.

[align=center]Hemlock, who had been busy fighting off an urge to bury his face in Dwebbe's irresistibly soft fur, glanced at Nightpaw as the agent spoke. Ooh, a good question - Tailsman didn't have spots, did? Maybe it was a baby thing? Looking thoughtful, the seal point scooted closer to the squire.

[align=center]The knight was indeed taken by surprise; Nightpaw's powerful frame twisted sharply beneath him and Hemlock had no chance in defending himself. Seconds later, the squire was on top of him, his bright green eyes above his cornflower blue ones instead of below. "Hey!" complained the Siamese, fake-pouting. "That's cheating! I wasn't ready!"

[align=center]Hemlock turned quickly as Nightpaw appeared, a smile popping onto his face almost automatically. Replying to Sphinxfur despite his attention being focused on the agent, the seal point cleared his throat again and meowed, "I was a bit lost in thought. Sorry, um, if I got in anyone's way."

[align=center]This question was also on Hemlock's mind and he turned to Tailsdoll, waiting expectantly for the vixen's reply. He himself was fairly new to SunClan, though he felt that he was active enough to know most members.

[align=center]( can non-hps post/track? c: )

[align=center]Had Nightpaw voiced his opinions on the joining process, Hemlock would have agreed firmly with the Agent; swearing loyalty was a rather foolish thing to do, in his opinion, as if someone truly was going to be a traitor words would not stop them. Still, it must had provided some measure of comfort. The seal point trotted over, for once not wearing his shawl, and halted beside the agent. A newcomer? Excellent; this meant that he and Callie weren't the 'babies' of SunClan.

[align=center]Unfortunately, the next to appear was not a high position. It was Hemlock, the indecently cheerful and philosophically-minded Knight who was frequently up at night due to his tendency of asking himself questions that required many hours of thinking just before bedtime. Spotting his friend and Callie escorting a small cloaked figure, the seal point experienced a thrill of curiosity. "Hey. Who's this?" inquired the former loner, halting just beside Nightpaw.

[align=center]Next to arrive was Hemlock, though unfortunately the seal point lacked any kind of authority. The knight bounced over and meowed genially, unaware of Passionflower's current grief, "Hello." was this another joiner? Lovely, lovely! The more the merrier.

[align=center]Hemlock quickly realized that the ebony-furred kitten was staring at him intently; the warrior turned his head and met Mordred's gaze, his cornflower blue eyes jovially light and airy though quite defiant; he was not intimidated easily and a small cat wearing a cloak was not about to unsettle him.

[align=center]Many thanks ouo

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[align=center]Kings and Queens, huh? Hemlock had a couple nominations in mind; Nightpaw, king of secrecy and possibly handsomeness, and Imaginepaw, Queen of stupidity and also stupidhead-ness(the seal point realized at this point that he held grudges quite terribly). The knight trotted over and sat down besides aforementioned Agent, flashing all present a wide smile. "Hello!"

[align=center]Hemlock had always liked joinings, though he had a bonus reason for being fond of them now - they almost always contained Nightpaw. Padding enthusiastically over(despite having no authority and therefore no reason for being present) the seal point plopped down at the green-eyed agent's side and waited in peaceable silence.

[align=center]Hemlock, despite being fairly new to SunClan, had heard the hauntingly morbid sound before. Worry blossomed within his chest as the slender tom sprang off his perch on top of a stump, leaving his shawl behind. His long legs made it so his arrival was speedy...but too late to save the kitten. Three others had also beaten him to it; curse distance! Sadness bubbled within him as he gazed at the limp little body. The seal point, a lover of young life, looked uncharacteristically unhappy as he turned away. "It's not your fault." this was a genuine remark and he felt no anger whatsoever towards the Ambassador, though part of him wondered why the black smoke had been delayed in jumping in. Surely, the kit would have lived if he'd sprang in sooner?

[align=center]"Hi," chuckled the philosopher, turning away from Mordred and falling into step beside Nightpaw. Hemlock did not think the Savannah needed the light scolding, as the little staring match had amused him, but if the squire thought that best he had no qualms. "Sure! chirped the Siamese, nodding agreeably.

[align=center]Hemlock was perfectly willing to play along; anyone who knew him knew he was quite a friendly person. Bowing his head, the blue-eyed trundled after Nightpaw. "Yes, master." he meowed obediently, stifling the laughs that were so close to bubbling up and out of his chest.

[align=center]Finally, out of those trees! Hemlock had failed to realize how difficult this course was. Determined to catch up with the agent, the seal point propelled himself forward, knowing it was unwise but not caring. After all, he wasn't trying to win; he was just making sure no one was hurt or went off course while simultaneously having fun. Sprinting down the empty stretch, the Siamese could just make out Nightpaw, paddling determinedly through the frigid water.

[align=center]Hemlock frequently lost himself in thought; he was vacant, unaware of his surroundings, able to be roused only by loud noises or physical contact. This was one of those times. The seal point shuffled past, his black and crimson shawl draped over his shoulders and tailing on the dusty mansion floor.