Posts by Ebonymoon

"And don't forget those teeth," commented Dustflight. "Do you think we could find the mother? Or maybe we could brink back some of those milk-containers for kittypets from the Twolegplace."

"Trickle a little into its mouth until it gets the hang of it and can drink on its own?" Dustflight shook his head. "I don't know. I don't have much experience with things like this."

(can I join?)

Dragonsoul walked back into camp, a squirrel hanging limp in his jaws. "Early hunting. What's going on?" he asked.

Dragonsoul's eyes widened. "What?" He dropped the prey in front of Brambleflame's paws. "Oh, my Starclan. What's threatening the Clan now?"

"You'll be okay," said Sparkwhisper, as reassuringly as she could. "We're almost there." A medicine cat could heal wounds, but she knew that no one, nothing, could remove the loss Angelwings felt for Redsky. Sparkwhisper looked at the sky, which was almost too happy and blue for what they were undergoing now. I will find those foxes, she vowed silently. And they will wish they'd never gone near a cat.

"Badgers." Dragonsoul sighed in exasperation. "Didn't we teach them a lesson last time?" He shook his head. "I'll go get the medicine cat," he said. "I'll just say you guys need a word with her." He turned and padded to the medicine den.

The Elite? They were attacking the Elite? Dragonsoul narrowed his yellow eyes. No question, he would go. But the kits needed protection. He could imagine some Elite members bursting into camp, slashing, clawing...
Dragonsoul turned away from the entrance and stood near the nursery. "I'm staying," he announced. "For the kits."

Traits: I am a a short furred, battle-scarred Tom with a mischievous gleam in my eyes and forward-folded ears. I tend to get in trouble a lot, but I am a good fighter.

History: I am secretly best friends with a rogue from an enemy tribe.

Traits: I am a a thick furred she-cat with large eyes that are slightly crossed. I'm lazy, taking any excuse to sleep in and avoid my duties, but I am a good fighter.

History: When I was a kit our mother fell in love with a rogue tom and started seeing him in secret. Our father left to hunt him down. He did, and killed the rogue. Our mother never forgave him for this and she never came back to our Clan. I never saw her again. I was told that she had been killed by a coyote, and I only learnt the truth later.

(can I join as Dragonsoul and Dreampaw?)

Dreampaw was shaking with fear. She was climbing up a huge tree, guided only by her claws and her mentor's words. "Keep going, Dreampaw! You're doing great!" he yowled. But the words only echoed in her head, dizzy and indistinct. The ground, far below, swam before her eyes. Suddenly, a cat dashed through the trees just under her, leaping gracefully. Dreampaw yowled in surprise and fell several tail-lengths. Pain shot through her paw as it snagged on a tree-branch. But she determinedly hauled herself back onto the tree.

***

Dragonsoul saw movement near the river. "Hey Dreampaw. Want to take a break?" he yowled. Dreampaw nodded enthusiastically. They soon arrived with the other apprentices."Hi," said Dreampaw.

"I'm Dreampaw." she said. "Sorry about that, by the way. I stink at climbing." She tilted her head curiously. "You are?"

***

Dragonsoul watched the apprentices for a moment, and then slunk into the forest. He could at least get some hunting done and check the borders now.

Dreampaw shrugged. "I don't see why my mentor even bothers. He can't climb his way out of a paper bag!" She looked around suddenly, hoping the older cat hadn't heard that. He was nowhere in sight, so she relaxed. "That race was awesome, you two," she commented.

Dragonsoul nodded. "Good cat, Feathertail was. At least she died for the clan," he said, dipping his head in a moment of respect.

Name: Nightkit
Gender: Female
Color: Black pelt with white front paws, blue eyes

{ooc: Can I join in?}

Mist swirled around the clearing Crystal Cloud was standing in. Sparkling droplets made her pelt cling to her skin, and she shivered.
"Firestar."
The voices were all around her, whispering his name over and over. They seemed to circle around her, never in one place, and she bristled slightly.
"Firestar."

***

Crystal Cloud woke with a start. The dreams had been pestering her for moons on end. Why him? She wanted no place in the War, let alone with the eccentric, flame-pelted tom. Why couldn't StarClan leave her alone?
Her hawk ally, Mystic, flapped her albino wings next to her. Cloud purred and trotted out of the tree root she had slept in that night. She cooed, in a birdlike way, and the two animals set off to hunt for the day. After only a few steps of travel, Cloud's keen ears detected voices. "Who's there?" she said.

(Can be anyone)

Crystal Cloud eyed the cat with her blue eyes. "Sorry. I'm just hunting." Mystic, the hawk, settled on her shoulder, white feathers brushing her fur. Cloud backed away, but then stopped suddenly. "Are you in the battle?" she asked. She wanted to know more, at the least, if it could stop the incessant pestering in her dreams from StarClan.

~spark.shard.dust.wing~ wrote:

Name: Nightkit
Gender: Female
Color: Black pelt with white front paws, blue eyes

I bought the voucher and requested my kitten a while ago.
May I have my kitten?

Cloud turned away and darted deeper into the forest. Mystic flew off to hunt mice, her white wings glinting. Cloud sought out herbs. The battles had been raging, and she could never turn down injured cats.
She padded into her cave, the moss in the entry swinging. She stowed away the herbs and carefully hung the cobweb on a rock. Meanwhile, Mystic returned with a squirrel in her talons and a bloodstained beak to show she had already eaten. "Thanks," Cloud said to the hawk. She peered outside of the cave, looking for cats in need with her sharp blue eyes.

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The squirrel twitched its ears as it nibbled on an acorn. Dreampaw shuffled her paws a little, preparing to pounce, when she noticed a shining blue object in a bush. Curiously, she looked at it. The squirrel darted away. Mouse dung, Dreampaw muttered. She looked at the blue thing again. It was an egg, but it smelled of Twolegs and was absent of life. She sniffed it and brought down a paw to crack it, but it snapped cleanly down the middle and revealed a small piece of catmint. Dreampaw backed away. What was this? Plants didn't come from eggs.