Posts by pheonixclan

Kakashi kissed her with renewed passion, his hands holding her close.

(Recap XP)

Starling nodded and scooted closer to his round, frail mate. He worried about her all the time.

(Sorry, been busy XP)

Kakashi held her back. "Please....Surku......can we keep this quiet....?"

Sorry about my inactivity...what's going on...?

"We will," Kakashi promised. "Just untill after the wedding..."

O___O

Soon, both Starling and Moondust were asleep. Starling protectively curled around her, and they both slept peacefully.

Name: Softfur
Activeness: 7/8 Got school, rehearsal and occasionally work
User name:Kakashi!
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Female
Age (moons): 9 moons
Looks: Scarred, grey with white specks
Personality: quiet, obedient, but strong
Mate/Crush: None
Kins: none
Kits:none
Other: I am loyal

Softfur walked silently into camp, staying at the ouskirts. She at in the shadows and groomed her fur. She watched the camp quietly, minding her own busines.

Softfur finished grooming, and laid out in the sun. It warmed her fur, and let her relax. She breathed in and out, deciding for a quick nap.

Softfur's mind drifted into a dream. She was herself, and she saw her sister. Her dead sister. Her dream self scurried backward. No. This couldn't be. She shook herself but couldn't wake. The dark cat smiled evily, coldly, before slashing her face. Softfur cried out and woke, panting and shaking.

Softfur groomed her fur flat again, soothing her nerves. Then she got up and decided to work off the rest of her nervousness in something productive. She snuck out of camp, and decided to go hunting. She caught some mice, and returned back with them. She put them in the fresh-kill pile, and decided to skip dinner, not very hungry.

Whitepelt, burned and scared out of her wits, ran through the forest, comepletely lost, and at this point, doesn't care where she is going. All she knows is that she needs to keep moving. Don't stop. Don't stop. She runs, her wounds with dried blood have yet to be treated for a few days. She pants raggedly, and yet keeps her paws moving. The haunting image of her brother are ingrained in her mind forever. The too-young warrior panicked when she heard and smelled cats. She was in no condition to fight. If they decided to attack, she would most surely be defeaten and worse off than she already was. She stayed still, her ice blue eyes shifting back and forth, back and forth. Her ears perked, and her pure white fur with deep, deep cuts (that would surely scar) stood on end. "Wh-who's there....?" She said weakly, trembling all over. She tried to stay calm, keep that warrior braveness, but there was nothing to keep the fear and tiredness out of her voice. Her fear-scent unmistakeable. She silently unsheathed her claws and let out a very soft growl.

Softfur hears the footsteps, and her ears perk. She stays on alert.

Whitepelt tried to get a full breath and remain calm. But, that didn't seem to help much. She walked slowly, her eyes shifted from left to right, examining every bush as if a monster would appear. Adrenaline rushed through her again, and she had the urge to run. She forced herself to walk, the stubborn part of her mind trying to make sense of the fear and chaos that rampaged through her head. She stopped walking and just flat out said, "Just come out! I know you're there!" She flattened her ears and got ready for whoever was there.

Whitepelt heard the leaf, and let out more of a growl, then heard a thump. Her fur bristling she started looking around. Looked around for a cat, or any other danger that could be lurking in the woods. She snuck around towards the thump and snap of the leap.

Whitepelt's sharp eyes see the shake, and she flinches. She hated snakes. She takes a few steps back, and hisses with hatred. Other than the hiss, she stays perfectly silent as she backs off, turning to run. But, it doesn't last long as her adreniline dropped, her wounds made her cry out in pain. Her burns and cuts finally taking their toll on the young cat.

Softfur saw the cats nearing the camp, and was relieved to see them return, hoping they had found out who the deputy would be. She watched the group approach and stayed her silent self.

Softfur walk over and sat down towards the edge of the group. She listened closely with interest. I wonder what this "anniuncement" is.