Posts by shades

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Silverwind nodded, scuffling her paws in the sandy ground. The temperature was still dropping, and she fought a shiver. This was going to be a pretty hard day of hunting, but if the storm was as bad as it smelled, they would need some prey to hold the Clan for a day or two.

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Gaius saw the look that the little she-cat gave him, and smirked at her before to turning to the other Loner, who appeared to have it a bit better together than these useless kittens. "No offense to you my dear sir," He began in what was obviously a mocking tone, "But I think our first objective would be to move him into some shelter. Even if one of the half-dead kittens managed to make it back to their spiderhole, there's a blizzard brewin' up there. You think any cats are gonna make it back here before the fox dung hits the thunderpath, if you pardon the expression." Even as Gaius was speaking, Paintedpaw sank to the ground, feeling her mind dip into a stupor.

Shatterpaw was suprised to see his mentor bolt, and suddenly realized what danger they were in. Shooting one last look backwards for Lynxclaw, he shot after Sleetfang, paws churning ruts in the ground. They were still a long way from camp, and the snow was falling so heavy now, he kept losing sight of Sleetfang through the swirling mist. Praying to StarClan he was going the right direction, he kept running.

Silverwind smiled at the bubbly Silvermeadows. She'd always found it funny that their names were so similar, and their personalities so different. She was so much quieter than this other she-cat. "Ready for a cold hunt?"

It's true. I think some try, but others are to lazy and just make a new thread.

we don't get snow days here... just hurricane days, and then there's only seaweed to throw at each other. *sniff*

Lynxclaw's voice took Shatterpaw by surprise, and he camp nearly to a dead stop before sprinting over to the warrior. "Sleetfang!" He yelled, hoping his mentor had heard.

Silverwind nodded to the older warrior, while praying to StarClan that the river wasn't frozen already from the temperature decrease. Prey was so scarce that fish may be their only option, and if they couldn't get to the fish, the Clan would suffer.

Sand hurts when you throw it. My school is literally across the street from the beach, and sand fights are commonplace. However, so are injuries.

Shatterpaw heard Sleetfang's call, but the storm had confused his sense of direction, and he couldn't tell which direction the call was coming from. He raced toward where he hoped the call was, only to find a hick snowbank across a dead tree. This can't be right... he thought worriedly, sprinting in the opposite direction, but everything was a cold snowscape. "Sleetfang, Lynxclaw!" He yowled, praying they could hear him.

wow... we missed four days this year for Fay. And it was the second, third, fourth, and fifth days of school. That sucks, we weren't even tired of school yet.

Gaius felt a flare of anger at Brin's tone, but supressed it. "Okay then, almighty one. How about you help me move him somewhere? Or better yet, find some help?" He twitched his whiskers in annoyance.

In Shatterpaw's rush to find the camp, he must have passed directly by Sleetfang and Lynxclaw. In any case, he had made it nearly to the camp when a call behind him sent him in the opposite direction. Finally, he spotted Lynxclaw's coat against the snow. "Where's Sleetfang?" he asked, slightly out of breath.

Shatterpaw murrowed with laughter at Sleetfang's words, and followed him toward the camp. Indeed, his stomach was grumbling, and he hoped that another hunting party had had some luck.

OOC: Your decision.

OddPaw didn't know which she liked less, the cold or the snow. She settled on the cold, for although the snow clung to her fur and chilled her to the bone, her white coat, which was fluffed up against the onslaught, blended perfectly with the wintery landscape. Pausing for a moment in her walk she tried to scent something- anything. The snow swirled about her, the wind tearing away any hope of scenting another cat. However, she knew they were there. Somewhere ahead, there would be cats, and for OddPaw, that was good enough.

Her eyes, one blue and one green, flashed in the paltry light that managed to filter through the clouds, whose dark underbellies hung above her. When she'd left WindClan and her siblings with only dreams and vague rumors to fuel her ambition, she hadn't imagined these sorts of hardships. But if she found what she was looking for, it would all be worth it. That though pushed OddPaw forward as she plunged through the snow. Suddenly, like her head breaking through water, OddPaw could smell cats. Picking up the pace she forged forward, and came upon a pair of cats faster than she would have believed. Taking a deep breath she stepped up to the two strangers.

Gaius sighed. "Maybe, maybe not. If we do, we'll need to keep him as level as possible. That wound's closing a little, and any major jostle could tear it right open... or make it worse..." He looked down at the injured cat.