Posts by Redshift

Clotho flicked her tail, annoyed with the new addition to the company. Technically, she was at any warrior's mercy within the confines of the trees. But she was with two apprentices. The she-cat was old. Even on a good day, she probably could not outrun to lithe apprentices, maybe fight them, but that would be equally dangerous. Didn't this warrior respect his own clanmates? Irritable, still without a meal, Clotho snapped back, "What, an old crone needs a party of three to be escorted through the territory? The worse I could probably do is hiss at ya. Or are you lot getting soft so it's quantity over quality now?"

The she-cat looked over Oakpaw and Ebonypaw with kinder eyes, "Sorry, kids. Looks as though the evening's turned sour."

The red warrior's head nearly burst from all the information. She figured it was appropriate, the mountain lions being like the forest cats. Clearly, neither were very different from each other. Ezra's clan sounded a lot like the infamous BloodClan.

Then, her attention flipped to the tom. "What do you mean, Blue?"

The warrior blink once, thoroughly confused. Her head shook, and she replied, "I've never met a lynx in my life. What are you talking about?"

The red warrior squinted, looking into the trees. Four oaks rose above the rest in the distance. "There! You see the four oaks? That's Fourtrees!"

Redshift's gaze flickered to Ezra, whose eyes were burning into Bloodwind's pelt. Wanting to know the story (and she was sure the cougar was itching to as well), the red feline pressured the loner into spilling the beans, "No, no, it isn't nothing. Who is Cobradeath? Did...did you think my name was Blue?"

Redshift's body stiffened realizing the possibility of Bloodwind's friend's reincarnation. There were plenty of stories of cats with the same pasts and memories of ones of the day. All the warrior was able to say was, "Oh," and looked up to Ezra with sparkling eyes.

Redshift made a hard sprint to catch up to the kit's fast pace. She kept to the kid's side, feeling the ground beneath them become worn and hard, paw prints marking the dirt. For countless generations cats had come this way every full moon. It was almost magical in the sunset. Trotting to a stop, the warrior looked around at the clearing, blue eyes wide with wonder.

Clotho nodded as well, but with less vigor. She padded behind the apprentices, carefully, her eyes fixed on Soulreaper. Below the warrior's hearing she whispered to the two younger cats, "Who does this Soulreaper cat think he is anyways? You know him well?"

Redshift's tail was dragging, as tired as the rest. She normally didn't do heavy duty patrol work, just solo hunting trips which took up much less energy. The ThunderClan smell increased as familiar trees of the camp outline came into view. The red warrior's eyes brightened.

"Oakprowl," the she-cat asked with a sore voice, "Where will Ezra sleep? The warriors den is packed to the walls already."

The tabby she-cat nodded, imprinting the name into her old mind. Hopefully she could remember it.... "Ramo," she repeated, further cementing it into her memory. "A pleasure." She looked over to Drake with scrutiny in her eyes. "See, no one has to pull out their claws to talk. I'm sure it's a nice change for you all." Clotho gave a sly grin.

Then, that forest cat finally decided to join the party. How very rude, the she-cat growled in her mind. This place is full of cats with foul manners! Again in a snappy mood, Clotho turned her hard, yellow eyes on the stranger. In close range, she could detect a clan scent on him. She could almost picture it: a camp full of felines going about their tasks together, working as one. Honestly, the loner was almost envious. It was in her nature to crave companionship. That's why she encountered so many souls; it's because she wants to. But no cat or group of cats had been right for her, yet. No home had presented itself to her. So, she kept looking, even in this disgusting junkyard. Was this the place? I hope not...

So, with those lonely thoughts, she was in no mood to meet a clanner, someone who (once) had a home. She was content with her group of outcasts. "What's this hiding like a shadow, clan cat? Can't you see we're having a moment. Spit it out and go back to your forest, where you belong."

Redshift purred in unison. "I'd love to see someone try! Their face would be priceless!" She gave a hearty and tired laugh. She almost laughed longer than it was socially acceptable, thanks to her exhaustion. The red warrior took a few deep breaths, then answered Bloodwind. "No, it's alright, Bloodwind. You're a little more compact than Ezra. You can sleep in the warriors den, if you wish. I know there's an empty nest adjacent to mine."

Clotho's heart sank as she realized her deep mistake. She wasn't thinking, head in the clouds as usual. I'm turning into my sister, the she-cat said to herself. Not a good sign. The loner looked to Ramo with melting eyes, their hostility fading. "You're right," she said somberly, her gaze turning to the clan cat. "I shouldn't have snapped. I am sorry. Everyone's got their pressure point, though. Bad memories, I guess." The feline looked at the dirt and said more quietly, "I'm not sure which ones. They're all jumbled up. I think it was the one with jealousy...that one's a doozy. The big clans, working together to benefit one another. They hardly go hungry, even in the winter. I don't know why you all don't feel this way; they are certainly something to behold. You know what I'm talking about, kid." Clotho gave the stranger a wiry grin. "But why did you leave and come to this dump? I would never in a million years."

Redshift gave the young cat a lopsided smirk, glad she was as impressed as the warrior was. "Yep, and look! There's Highrock! That's where the leaders give their speeches during the Gathering," the red she-cat indicated to the large rock in the middle of the clearing. "That's where you'll be one day."

A solid red she-cat dozed in a shady tree, enjoying the greenleaf heat. After a long patrol the day before, all she wanted to do was laze around. But no such luck would come to her. A strange smell hit her twitching nose, even high up in the canopy. She opened her pale blue eyes and searched the ground below. A loner gingerly stepped across the ThunderClan border, looking deliberate in his actions. The warrior narrowed her eyes, and climbed down the bark.

Fluffing her fur, looking twice the size she normally did, the feline faced the loner with a lashing tail. "What do you think you're doing?" she growled. "Is your nose clogged or something? This is ThunderClan territory. State your business quickly or I'll have to shred you."

This looks very interesting (and I must say, very creative)! Could I join the party? I'm open to help in anyway possible. :)

"Me?" Redshift purred, padding beside Bluekit. "By the time your leader, I'll probably be a grumpy, old elder. But I'll be right here at the bottom, bragging to the other warriors about the amazing leader you've become. Oh, and how I taught you everything you know." The warrior grinned playfully and meowed, "Let's see what it's like from the top!" With that, Redshift bounded up the rock and sat on its smoothed surface, looking to the clearing around them.

"Oi! What's with the blank expression? Mouse got your tongue?" the red warrior asked with an unfriendly snarl.

Redshift sighed, reluctant to deal with an uncooperative trespasser. With her paw, she forcefully prodded the loner. "You," she said loudly. "Go away," she then pointing to the horizon, opposite ThunderClan lands. "Ya got that?"

OOC: Haha! No prob!

So, since you last posted, Ramo introduced himself, and Phantom made himself known to the cats (so everyone knows each others names). Clotho's got a huge jealousy grudge against clan cats, and Phantom is an ex-clanner. She snaps at him, Ramo's like "Why'd you do that? Stick to what you preach," Clotho apologizes and asks Phantom why he left. Just a few bits of Clotho's posts were pointed at Drake if you want to reply to them:

"When I learn how to read, I'm definitely going to give you the definition of authority." ... ""Hun, I know there's no way in hell we'd be related. I call every tom 'son' just 'cause they're younger than I am. Sting and this other gentleman here I'd be inclined to call son as well. Don't take it personally."

"See, no one has to pull out their claws to talk. I'm sure it's a nice change for you all."

OOC: Yeah, I got it. Redshift's just a bit slow. ;)

IC: Redshift cocked her head as well, thoroughly confused. Then, her eyes brightened with realization. "Oh, by the stars, are you deaf?" The she-cat realized her mistake with embarrassment. How could she communicate with the cat? "Uh..." the warrior stammered for a moment, looking for some way to make her intentions known. She poked the loner a few times and mouthed the word 'you', then pointed it toward the forest while annunciating, "Go through forest?" Then she shook her head up an down, hoping the loner would be able to reply with the head motions.