Posts by Ebonymoon

With a single flap of her powerful wings, she soared after Night.

Ravenbreeze padded into the Gathering, her Bengal pelt ruffled by the wind.

Venefica laughed, amazed by Night's incredible flying performance. She dipped and spun gracefullyin the cold night breeze.

"ITALIC!" Ebonymoon yowled. "Idiot! You almost gave me a heart attack!" she snapped.

Italic bit his tongue to keep from bursting out in laughter.

"Thanks, Current. I can't swim at all." She flittered her wings. "Leaf Weaver People... I think I've passed by their territory once or twice. You know, while visiting the other Moon Tribes. They seem nice," she added, remembering the dragons.

Italic couldn't breathe, he was laughing so hard. Knowing he looked stupid, rolling in the sand and laughing uncontrollably, he tried to collect himself. Every time he failed, and just laughed more, slapping the ground helplessly.

Ebonymoon flew into the air about fifty feet, and then tucked her wings in and dove straight down, aiming for Italic. She landed squarely on top of him, and began to slap his head back and forth angrily. "Stupid... mindless... IDIOT!" she hissed, aiming hard blows at Italic between words.

{Hello AshKlaw.}

Ebonymoon sprang up, flying out of the way. "What? You almost gave me a heart attack!" she repeated. It was a good prank though, she thought.

Italic writhed away, rubbing his ear. "Jeez, no need to get so aggressive..." he muttered.

(I don't know, some person that randomly posted " :) " on this thread.)

Ebonymoon landed silently, still glaring daggers at Italic.

Italic smirked and made an insulting face at Ebonymoon, flicking his ears like tiny, oddly placed wings.

Ebonymoon snarled, digging her claws into the ground as Italic acted just plain annoying.

Ebonymoon rolled her eyes. Well, it was a good prank... she thought. "I'll get even with you someday," she mewed.

Italic snorted. "yeah, right," he muttered.

Ebonymoon flicked her tail. "hey! How about we take all that muddy prey and bring it back to camp?" she suggested. "I mean, why let it all go to waste?"

Italic shrugged.

Ebonymoon smiled. "Hey, it was a good prank!" she said optimistically. "Why, why, WHY didn't I think of that first," she muttered to herself.

Italic turned and began to pad slowly away towards the prey. "What are you waiting for? It isn't going to teleport here!" he yowled.

Ebonymoon nodded, and raised her wings challengingly.

Italic purred. "We are so gonna win this," he whispered to Mountaincloud.

"Darn, I was kind of planning on that," mewed Ebonymoon, hanging her head in mock dismay.

Italic nodded. smiling. "So, are we going or what?!" he asked, pawing the ground.

Ebonymoon slammed herself gently into Italic, knocking him to the side. She cupped her wings in a basket-like shape, and tossed in three pieces of freshkill. "Hey, I'm not flying!" yowled the she-cat. She threw a mouse to Lionstrike.

Italic regained balance and shot towards the prey, grabbing a squirrel and a vole. "We're gonna WIIIN!" he yowled.

Venefica dipped her head. "So... uh..." she began awkwardly. "What do you want to do?"

Sparkwhisper padded into the Gathering, her long, flame-yellow pelt reflecting moonlight. Her rogue brother, Shard, strode behind her, eyes flicking nervously from side to side. "How do you live like this?" he muttered to her. She shook her head. "You get used to it." Sparkwhisper turned and sat in the shadows. "Or you just wait it out."

Shard flicked his tail. His scarred black pelt blended into the darkness until only his blue eyes shone. Sparkwhisper rose and padded over to a group of cats that were from her Clan. Shard watched her intently before slipping farther into the dark.

Shard closed his eyes. All these cats had families, all these cats were so happy...
He turned and leaped onto a low tree branch, his muscles rippling under his pelt. As he climbed higher, he felt a familiar rush of power and adrenaline as he looked down at the cats below. They were small dots of color from here. Shard stopped and let the sharp pine scent waft comfortably around him as he sat down on the pine tree's thick boughs.