Posts by Raven3

Could you make it, please? I'm gonna be stuck in class for another two hours or so

Ahri seemed to literally skip to the group, as happy as a bumblebee in spring, as she halted to a stop near the others, looking towards the new face before giving a frown. No, something didn't settle with her on this, and she didn't like it. Since most of the important questions were asked, she didn't speak, but watched and waited for an answer.

Ahri didn't know the ghostly WindClanner at all, not why she was a ghost or what went through her head, but even then Ahri still had some compassion and worry for all her Clan mates. Plus, she had been one of the few there for when she joined! So she was now a little more worried for why someone would consider themselves worthless. The white fox tilted her head slightly, saying nothing, but listening in. Maybe she would interject a little, maybe she wouldn't.

Oh goody, a new face, a new face! Ahri stepped closer to the others and watched the joiner with rapt attention, a serene smile on her face in place of the seductive one that was usually crawling on her maw.

"I'll go!" Ahri yipped as she ran towards the group, eager to be out and about and doing one of her more favorite things in the Clan: Hunting! In the winter, she was like a ghost slipping in and out of the snow. "They prey won't know what hit them, heh."

"I'd be delighted to come." Ahri nodded, almost bouncing her way to the group with her tail poofing out in the frozen air. "Where are we hunting?"

Ahri had been outside for a midnight hunt, narrowing her yellow visionaries as she waited for some prey to come by. As soon as she heard the snow crunch, she sprung into action, feeling the fur underneath her paws as she bit into the rabbit's neck, making it fall limb in her jaws. She grinned and picked it up, looking around for more prey, but only finding a young cub out in the winter wonderland that was WindClan territory. "What'cha doing out this late?" She asked, though she was slightly muffled by the rabbit in her mouth.

Could you make it, please? :)

The fox had been taking notice of the young, ghostly cat since she had been accepted by her into the Clan. Many questions buzzed through her head, even now, as she took a glimpse at her from the food stock pile. How did one become ghostly at such a young age? Was it an illness, murder perhaps? Or something that no creature could understand? Ahri looked up from her scraps of rabbit; Why ask questions if she could get something of an answer now? The white fox made her way to the spiritual female, looking up at the skies before saying softly, "Counting the stars, or thinking?"

Sure You or me make?

While Ahri wanted to hunt in groups and know her Clan mates more, she worked better hunting alone. "I'll hunt alone if that's okay."

Ahri grinned as at least two of them followed, and she leaped down from rock to rock, edge to edge, until she sat on the edge of the forest around the mountains, smelling the frozen wind carrying hints of prey on its back. She slowly stalked through the snow, eager to get his jaws on some good prey.

Ahri gave a soft smile as she looked at the slightly familiar tom. She had seen him when he was around the border, but knew little to nothing about him, which was expected. "I'm Ahri,"

Ahri padded over, with soft and delicate steps, to the scene with curiosity alight in her eyes. What was this person doing here? Other WindClanners seemed to know him. Maybe he was nice.

Ahri cocked an invisible eyebrow at Cloudpaw. "It looked like you were moving them, yes, but I meant what is their purpose? Is someone terribly ill, or are you just stocking for later use?" The white fox, losing the soft tone.

"You wish the same as everyone else. To be different." Ahri yipped, a touch of resentment in her words but nothing too harsh. Everyone wanting to be different and to stand out, what was the fun in that? It added so much stress to someone! "But aren't you cold out here?"

Ahri could smell the sickly scent of herbs before she could see them. She never saw the big hoopla about herbs. Sure they healed you, but they tasted terrible and took forever and a half to get out of your taste buds. The white fox looked between Sherlock and Shiftingallegiances before gazing at the one with the herbs. "Playing medic?" She asked with a small smile. She remembered one of her sisters was once interested in things like that.

It was weird, you know? Being the oldest by a landslide in a group full of kits. But she made it a point in her life to get to know everyone in WindClan, and kids were never an exception. The long legged fox looked towards them from the snow, watching with a small, almost sad, smile. They at least had a good childhood by any case. "What are you all doing out here?" Ahri asked in her soft voice, trying not to spook them.

Ahri guessed that she was the first. She had only joined for a few days, and already she seemed to like the Clan well enough. Everyone seemed friendly, and those that were not friendly at least treated her with neutral respect. The white fox sat near Shifting and gave a nod in his direction, and a small, faint smile to accompany it. "Think anyone else will show up?"

"Rabbits and mice meat mixed together? Or maybe we could add some spices or herbs or something into it to make it taste better." Ahri yipped, her white fluffy tail spazzing back and forth with great enthusiasm. A pot luck sounded great, and that meant she could meet people from other Clans as well!