Posts by Brackenstream

Coalclaw spent the rest of the day hunting. He didn't feel the need to go back to his camp, and yet he didn't have the energy to hunt. His mind was still on Windsong. He wondered if he'd insulted her. He didn't want to, but... He shook his head. He wasn't going to break the code. Then, a thought flashed into his mind.

Wasn't Windsong important enough to him so that he would break the warrior code for her?

Sighing, Coalclaw looked down at the vole he'd caught earlier. He hadn't had the energy to catch anything else. Then the black tom looked back out to where he'd left the she-cat and realized something.

Yes. Yes she was.

Coalclaw padded through the springy undergrowth, his vole clamped in his jaws. He wasn't going to let Windsong go that easily. She had to do so much more if she was going to get rid of him.

Coalclaw lifted his nose to the air, sniffing out the she-cat. Windsong's scent was already familiar to him, and his heart leapt into his throat when he realized that he'd found it. Dusk was already approaching and the StarClan warriors were appearing by the time he saw her, her back to a small pool. With a little regret, Coalclaw realized that it was the same pond that Windsong had tried to drown herself in earlier.

Coalclaw padded forward, dropping the vole and brushing the shrub next to him on purpose so it rustled. He hoped it caught Windsong's attention.

"It doesn't?" Gingerkit wondered, trying to peer into the cave some more. A little frightened, Gingerkit added, "Can we go now? I don't like this place."

He probably sounded like such a baby, but he was still officially a kit, he realized. He still had a few more hours of official kitten-like innocence. He was allowed to act like a baby until he was an apprentice, he realized with a jolt. He smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Windsong." Frostfang meowed, noticing that Brackenstream was getting up and padding away. Gingerpaw followed her at a brisk trot behind.

"Hey, Brackenstream, where are you going?" he wondered, galloping up next to Brackenstream.

"I don't know." she responded. "I was bored, so I decided to go and find something to do." She nodded and turned to Gingerpaw. "You can always come with me." she offered bluntly, knowing that the young ginger apprentice could never turn down an offer when adventure, action, and uncertainty were involved.

Coalclaw rubbed his cheek against hers as well and closed his eyes.

"Yeah...I had to spend some time thinking..." He paused and opened his eyes again, looking at Windsong. "I realized you're more important than the warrior code."

Even though Coalclaw was glad he was with Windsong again, and Windsong didn't blame him for what had happened, he wondered how he was going to see her. If Nettlestar had in fact been right, Windsong wouldn't be able to hunt for herself and she would need someone to hunt for her, which would mean that Coalclaw would have to sneak out of the camp every day and catch something for Windsong, the Clan, and himself.

Oh, StarClan, what did he get himself into?

Frostfang nodded. "Glad we could chat a bit." she meowed. Then she sighed as Windsong walked away. "Well, that went well." she grumbled sarcastically.

ooc: She can hunt? That's one awesome cat. Haha. I figured that one-eyed cats have poor depth perception, and that would make it more difficult to hunt. Oh well.

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Coalclaw realized that he felt the same way as well. "I love you too, Windsong." he meowed. He stepped back. "So...are you going to find a den around here somewhere?" he wondered. "You're obviously not joining the Clan anytime soon."

"I'll be serious." Gingerkit vowed. "I'll be serious."

He wondered what place would be so dangerous that Fogstar would want him to be very serious? Was it a Thunderpath or something? Was it a Twoleg house? Was it a place where dogs lived? Or was it a wolf den? Oh, he hoped it wasn't a wolf den!

So it was a Thunderpath!

Gingerkit sneezed and growled, "That's foul!" He really despised that scent; he didn't like it one bit at all. "It smells horrible." he added, as if Fogstar didn't already get the idea that the Twolegs and their monsters smelled absolutely dreadful. "What is this place? The Thunderpath?"

"Really?" Coalclaw wondered. "After your little spat with Nettlestar?"

After that argument he couldn't imagine Windsong in the Clan. But, of course, it would be much better for Windsong, Coalclaw, and even their kits if they ever had any.

"If you join the Clan, then it would make everything so much better." Coalclaw meowed. "Neither of us would be breaking the warrior code at all." His legs felt weak with relief just at the thought of that. He didn't want to break the warrior code, but he loved Windsong too much to really care about it at that moment.

"Why do I have to keep close to the ground?" Gingerkit wondered innocently, crawling along the ground like his mentor. "Is it 'cause the monsters might hit me? I won't let them hit me."

Inside, Gingerkit wasn't exactly sure about that. Inside, he was actually really worried that he might get hit by a Twoleg monster. He'd heard of many an elder's tale of how a warrior got hit and killed on the Thunderpath---Gingerkit didn't want to be like one of those warriors that had gotten far too comfortable around the Thunderpath.

Coalclaw nodded. "Of course you can," he mewed, wondering what his new mate was going to ask him and if it affected the Clan at all in someway. "You can ask me anything you want."

Coalclaw shrugged earnestly. "Honestly, I don't know." he meowed. "But we're just going to have to take a chance, aren't we?" He smiled and pressed his cheek against Windsong's. "Come on," he beckoned, leading her towards the Clan camp. "Let's get you in the camp."

He didn't even notice that he had left his vole back at the pool.

ooc:
Hey, if Windsong and Coalclaw ever have kits I can go to one of the threads in this site that actually take your cats and use what they look like so they can look like the kits.

What does Windsong look like? I actually don't know.

Name: Coalclaw

Species: Cat

Gender: Male

Appearance: Dusty-black tom; he's a grayish-blackish color

Parents Descriptions (If born IC): I never created parents for him.

Other Relatives/Offspring: Nope, no offspring or relatives.

Other: He has bright yellow eyes. Do you even need that information?

"Oh, okay." Gingerkit meowed, hoping that a Twoleg really wouldn't run him over with one of its monsters on purpose. Twolegs really weren't that cruel...were they? Gingerkit honestly didn't know--at least, he didn't think they were that cruel.

Nettlestar looked at Windsong with those emerald-green eyes. He nodded. "Very well then," he stated. "As for your rank...do you truly wish to become a warrior?" His eyes sparkled. "Because I honestly think you can become whatever you feel if you try."

Coalclaw was astonished. Was that...was that a smile he detected on Nettlestar's lips? No...Coalclaw must have been imagining it. Every cat in the Clan knew that Nettlestar never ever smiled.

Nettlestar nodded. "I think you will be able to prove to me." he meowed. He jumped up onto the rock that his den was underneath and yowled, "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here below the Hollow Rock for a Clan meeting!"

Several cats wandered out of their dens and some stopped washing themselves in the clearing, sharing tongues with their friends. Nettlestar looked down at the cats and meowed loudly, "A cat has just joined our Clan. Windsong." He turned to look at Windsong and nodded. "She has joined us as a warrior, please be courteous to her---she can do so much more than you think." He leapt down from the rock and disappeared inside of his den.

ooc: Did Windsong have any relatives? If so, what did they look like?

Gingerkit looked up at his leader's meow. "But I want to do this." he mewed, knowing that he would prove to himself that he was an apprentice if he was able to see the Thunderpath. And besides, if he didn't, he'd probably be the only apprentice who hadn't seen the Thunderpath---or at least the one that was too frightened to see it. Gingerkit nodded to himself and looked up to Fogstar.

"I know, I know." Gingerkit meowed, looking with awe at the Thunderpath. As the two cats had gotten closer and closer to it the stench had gotten stronger and stronger. Now, Gingerkit rubbed his nose on his paws and sneezed. "Why does it smell so bad?" he asked, shaking his head to rid of the horrible stench.