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Post by Wispeh-Kins on Sept 24, 2008 17:05:48 GMT -8
The screen of midnight cast across the forest, every tree had its darkened feelings of un-belonging. A wolf’s eye glinted in the distance, with a muzzle covered in blood, and his wide jaw chomped over what seamed to be its prey, and soon disappeared into the black darkness of the trees. Nothing was heard except the hoot of a large gray owl, and a whimpering kit hiding in an old badger’s set.
Her fluffy golden pelt shone in the small light that the moon cast down through the trees, but she kept her small eyes closed as if to hide her from the outside world. A small heap of leaves lay beside her, and within the heap, a large grey and white cat lay, lifeless and unmoving, the red blood glimmered in the moonlight, and soaked the small kits paws.
She pressed her muzzle into the cats fur, and breathed her mothers scent in deeply. Her small eyes closed tighter then before farcing the tears to flow down her face, and splashing into the small pools of blood, intertwining a pure substance with the crimson essence.
She opened her mouth, and out came a wail of despair and she stared at her mothers body, opening her eyes only a few times, their bright emerald gaze glittered with the salty tears, then disappeared as she closed then once more. She placed her small nimble tail on her mothers body, the lightly colored rings on the golden-orange fur, was soaked in the blood of her parent, but she gave no notice as she began rasping her small, rough tongue over her mothers fur, and still no response came from the lifeless cat.
Her father had been taken by the creature, and her brother had fled, probably another prey of the wolf. She was left alone; the lights grew dimmer as a cloud passed over the moon hiding the world from its beauty, as if hiding its face from such a horrifying sight.
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Post by Moony~! on Sept 25, 2008 17:23:17 GMT -8
Twistedsong raised his head in confusion his eyes searching his surroundings. He had heard about Fern, she was dead, and he knew EXACTLY who had killed her. Carcus. The thought of the cat sent chills up his spine as he stared into space, his heart racing. He could smell blood, and two cats. Both unfamiliar. The smothering stench of the red liquid masked all other details that he normally would have collected. His tail lashed from side to side as he pondered what to do. What if he could help this cat that had been attacked, what if he could do something. He didn't want another Fern, then again. He didn't want to turn out like Fern either.
He glanced nervously at the bushes around him, as if expecting a rouge to jump out at him at any second. He had been attacked by one, and luckily was left to live to tell the story. It would be extremely odd if his fortune pulled through this time too. His ears twitched as he couldn't detect anything, the blood was now all he could scent. He felt exposed and unready, so he put himself on guard. Relying on sight and hearing rather than the usual use of scent.
He crouched low, his belly scraping the ground as he slowly crept toward the point where the scent of blood was the strongest. It wasn't easy, as the scent had managed to surround him so that everything seemed the same and evenly spread. He narrowed his eyes as he crept from clearing to clearing making sure his claws were unsheathed. Then he reached it, he was sure of it. His paws suddenly sank into softened snow and something hot and sticky weaved it's way through his fur and clung to his bare skin.
He stared downward, eyes wide, it was red, all of it. Then he heard a wail, and he was snapped out of his entrancement his eyes resting on a red cat. He wasn't sure, but her natural color was probably a orangeish color. He sat down, and for the first time in ages put his guard down as he watched the small kitten mourn the older cat before her. She must have been the kitten's mother. His heart sank as the kit tried desperately to bring her mother back, and he ached longingly to walk over and comfort her. But he was afraid of scaring the poor scrap out of her wits.
His eyes softed and he dipped his head to the side and continued to watch silently, just in time to see the skies darken all light hidden by one puny cloud.
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Twistedsong awoke with a start, still sitting in the same position, still facing the she-cat and the kit. He guessed the kitten hadn't noticed him in her mourning and he remained there. No one would miss him. Surely not. He could stay here, just a bit longer. At least until the poor kit woke up...
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Post by Wispeh-Kins on Sept 28, 2008 16:04:59 GMT -8
Whispers small eyes lay closed on her mothers body. Her orange fur now dried with the blood. Her soft pink nose pressed into her mothers fur, breathing in each scent that she could get, the small shallow breaths o sleep seemed to almost entrance the surroundings.
Her shoulders started to move, and then the small kitten's head lifted off of the cat that had passed on. She blinked her eyes open, the small blue gaze set on the lifeless cat. She knew she was gone know. Her mother had always waken before her. She Had hoped it was all a bad dream but no. It was all true, Her brother was probably eaten. Her Father had defended her and her mother, but was killed in the process, then her mother had died. Why she had lived was a mystery to her, but it was probably the worst of all. She would die slowly and painfully, all alone in a forest where the foxes were bound to hunt.
She turned her head slightly looking for the exit, maybe she could find a better hiding place, maybe she could locate another cat? "Whats the chances of that..." She muttered, then her ears perked up. Her eyes had just set on another cat standing before her.
Tears dropped to the ground once again. Her wail began to get louder and louder. "Please, dint hurt me..." She muttered quickly through her tears. "Please... ummm... I am sorry if I did anything wrong, my mother and my father are dead, and my brother is gone, probably dead too, please... have mercy, if this is your place the fox is the one that made it such a mess, he killed them. They are dead because of it. Please... don't hurt me too, or if you do, make it quick so I am not alone anymore..." She wailed. Her head cowered beneath her shaking paws.
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Post by Moony~! on Sept 28, 2008 17:10:47 GMT -8
Twistedsong blinked as the kitten suddenly went into movement. He stared for a few moments as she looked at her mother, as if silently hoping that the she-cat would suddenly rise rejuvinated. The pathetic look of the she-cat sent a cold shadow over his heart. He couldn't leave her alone, not now not here. He gazed at her with softened eyes which soon widened as she turned to him. He nearly jumped out of his pelt when she started meowing and wailing about not hurting her.
He stood to his paws, slightly disturbed by how distressed the young cat was. He swiveled his ears meowing softly, "Now, now... there there. Don't worry." He padded up to her and patted her lightly on the head between her ears with his tail. He licked her softly with his tounge, the irony taste of blood seeping into his mouth as he continued to groom her. Then, after what seemed ages he thought the kitten had had enough time to calm down, and he picked her up by the scruff carrying her silently back to camp.
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Post by Wispeh-Kins on Sept 28, 2008 17:32:00 GMT -8
Whisper blinked softly. Was the cat taking her away, away fron the fear, away from the tingy smell of death? The smell of his engulfed her. She let out a small purr as her feet dangled. and her eyes were closed tight letting small tears of joy drip down her face.
For an unknown reason this unknown cat helped her out. She didnt even know him, and here her was, saving her life. She knew that whereever he was taking her. She would look up to him like nothing else. "Where we going?" she murmured when she finnaly stopped the tears. "And how far is it?" she added, her eyes blinking watching her surrounded around her. She didnt even know this cat and she felt safer then she ever had. Safer then when she was nearby her mother when she told stories, safer then when her father pretended to guard them from the mice. Safer then ever before.
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Post by Moony~! on Sept 29, 2008 14:58:07 GMT -8
"We're going to a place where that are many cats." Twistedsong murmered softly, "Where everyone cares for everyone and where you can find friends and maybe a new family." He heard her purr and it sent a warm glowing sensation through him. Would this kitten, treat him as a brother from now on? The thought sent a jolt of jubilation through his body. Then the low weeping sound of the kitten stopped, and she managed to murmer one last question. How far was it? It sent a slight smile across his face. It dawned upon him that this kit trusted him, she didn't run away with fear or spit insults at him. She just let him take care of her, and for that he was greatful.
He paused for a while, considering her question. She seemed like a peaceful kitten, and judging by how calm her voice was she was recovering from whatever had happened rather nicely. When they got to camp, he would have to wash he through and through though. The tangy taste of blood still scorched his mouth, he wanted to drop the kitten and spit it out, but he didn't for fear this too cute scrap of fur would get hurt. He padded at a steady pace, so not to jump up and down and tug on the pelt of the kit unneccisarily. Though, as his mind wandered he remembered that there was a question lingering and he meowed proudly. "It's not far, we'll be there far before midday." Then, with a new spring to his step he padded more quickly toward the camp, his watery eyes only set on his destination before he added, "What's your name?"
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Post by Wispeh-Kins on Sept 30, 2008 18:26:56 GMT -8
Her eyes blinked at the thought of many cats living together, as one big family. how was that possible. Her orange fur ruffled as images danced in her head of cats that were a giant family. A part of her wanted to ask questions about it, but the other part of her just had an intense urge to find out on her own. To see with her own eyes instead of hearing with words.
Whisper then cocked her head to the side as much as possible as if it was hard to remember her name. Her tail flicked with enjoyment as the question aroused inside of her. "My names Whisper! Whats yours?" She purred gently. "And are you named after something? My mother..." She paused for a moment remembering the dead cat that had lay before her before this cat has come to save her. "My mother said I was named after the noise that the wind made in fall. When the trees swayed with the winds breath. She says it sounds like a soft whisper, quiet peaceful, and yet terrifying knowing that winter would come." She then turned her head to the other side, and blinked her eyes gazing at the surroundings a little bit more.
"She never explained to me what winter was though, and what snow was. She said that I would know one day, and that day would come soon. How long is it until winter?" She murmured softly pursuing the memories of her mother away, knowing that she had to be protected now, even though she was going with an unknown cat, she strangely felt safe.
She watched as the trees passed by her, and as the ferns swept against her feet. She felt so safe in this cats care, and she had just met him that morning.
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Post by Moony~! on Oct 5, 2008 18:29:50 GMT -8
Twistedsong padded along the now familiar stream, laughter in his eyes. This kitten was just too cute. He just wanted to cuddle with her. When he recieved the answer his heart skipped a beat. This kitten's mother was truly smart and she sounded kind. He only wished he could have met her. The laughter in his eyes faded as the kitten asked a question he had hidden for a long time. But, she had shared her secrets, it was only right to share his also, right? He searched deep within his mind, the nooks and crannies, everywhere for that hidden memory of WHY he was named what he was named.
He was quiet for a few moments and he slowed to a stop setting the kitten down and giving her a look as if to say. 'Do you really want to know?' Of course if the kitten had asked the question, she would like to know the answer so without waiting for any retaliation from Whisper he put on a fake smile and meowed. "My name is Twistedsong. I belong to the family, or as we call it clan, of Horizon." He paused, his fake smile lowering to a grim look. "I was named Twistedsong due to a cold mother's heart. When I was born my mother was... deeply depressed. She decided to call me Twistedkit, maybe for my twisted looking tail, maybe for the twisted roots I was born under, or perhaps just because I was the son of a very twisted cat. I guess I will never know." He stopped and savored his memories, pondering whether to go on.
"I was given the name song as an addition to twisted because song was part of my father's name. Then his father's before him, and his father's, and his father's and so on. My name isn't very special as other cats' names are." He sighed great sadness flooding into his eyes. "I'd give almost anything to change my name, or at least to give it a meaning."
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Post by Wispeh-Kins on Oct 5, 2008 19:28:19 GMT -8
Her small blue eyes blinked softly. "Twistedsong..." She murmured, then glancing up at the cat before her. "I like it. It does tell a story, which is very interesting to me." She head tilted to the side, a bad story or good, it tells one. I am only named after the noise wind makes, when your name is like a life story, one that comes from your mother, and one that comes from your father back many moons" She smiled softly, her tail flicked from one side to the other then set her eyes on a squirrel that scampered from branch to branch in a tree not to far away. "So, whats is this clan like?" She mewed the question finally bothering her to much to see for herself. "How do so many cats got along with so many others?" She mewed her tone quite questionate, and tilting her head to the opposite side every time she asked a question. Her orange tabby fur ruffled up as the caw of a bird echoed in the air, but as soon as it stopped it lie flat again. This world was so different it was as if she had died and was born again, into a new life, this was going to be her home, wherever she was going, and for all that it was worth, this Horizonclan, it would be her new home.
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Post by Moony~! on Oct 6, 2008 3:43:03 GMT -8
Twistedsong smiled softly, this kit had a way with words. But as she went on with why she didn't like her own name he grew grim and tapped her on the head with the tip of his tail. "You should like your name, your mother was very smart to have given you such and soft and caring one such as Whisper. Just as my name tells a story so does yours. The wind whispers through the trees and the leaves of the forest and tunnels through all those caves for only one thing. To tell a story. All the whispers you hear among this forest are that of the wind trying to tell you a story. The story of some one else, or maybe even the story of you." He licked her right ear quickly before picking her up once again and padded toward the camp. Only what seemed a few short heartbeats later he arrived at camp. His head held high he padded toward the medicine cat's den, averting the gaze of those around him. He was following the code, that was the only reason is what he told himself. But he wasn't fooled. He cared for this cat.
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Post by Wispeh-Kins on Oct 6, 2008 17:38:17 GMT -8
Whisper couldn't help giggle a little. Her ears perked up and her eyes closed with the feeling of joy. Twistedsong seemed to have a gloomy and a cheerful side, almost at once. It was very strange to her, but very interesting, her life that she had once knew was gone, and here taking its place was this cat and his clan.
"Okay, I guess your right" she mewed, gleefully, her tail wrapped lighting around her paws, and her bright blue eyes twinkling.
She was lifted up again softly by the cat, and once again the brambles' leaves stroked against her feet, the sun spattered sky glowed down upon the two cats and a small clearing came into view. Her eyes lit up as the smell of cats engulfed her. The two cats entered the camp like they had been there everyday of her life, she couldn't help feeling out of place and lost.
Her tail curling up, beneath her belly, and her fur ridged on end.
"Is this the clan Twistedsong?" she mewed at a whisper, watching as gazing eyes stared upon her, the newcomer. She felt exposed, unright, but not alone, far from alone, she was with Twistedsong, and that gave her the needed comfort to not go into complete fright.
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Post by Moony~! on Oct 7, 2008 16:02:01 GMT -8
Twistedsong smiled warmly and muttered, "Yes Whisper, this is the clan.. and your new home." He was almost in an unnatural trot by the time he reached the mouth of the medicine cat's den. Then suddenly he came to a stop, was it safe to bring this young delicate kit into the medicine cat den? Where that fateful disease crawled around waiting to take over another helpless cat? He blinked slowly then turned around and set the kitten down whispering, "Stay here Whisper."
He wrapped his tail around her protectively, resisting the urge to hiss at every cat that dared near or that gave the young cat a look that said 'you don't belong here.' When Briarstream appeared his ears perked, the she-cat seemed rather down today. He cocked his head to the side and purred jerking his head as if to tell her to come over. Briarstream took a while to take notice but after a few moments she turned her head toward him, keeping her eyes toward his paws. Slightly confused he meowed to Briarstream, "Come over here! I want you to meet some one." His gaze flew toward Whisper a small smile creeping along his face.
Briarstream blinked then caught site of Whisper and her eyes widened in an amused questioning type of way before she padded over. Her ears swiveled in a slightly confused type of way before she sat next to Twistedsong meowing. "So... who is this." There was a weak smile creeping up along her muzzle and it wasn't long before Twistedsong replied enthusiastically. "This is Whisper." He nudged her proudly with his front right paw before meowing, "Whisper, this is Briarstream my er..." He blushed under his fur then cleared his throat, "My friend."
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Post by Wispeh-Kins on Oct 7, 2008 19:54:35 GMT -8
Whisper blinked as Twistedsong called the cat over. Would she get to know every cat by its scent, sound, name like Twistedsong did? She hoped so, she wanted to fit in somewhere more then ever now that her parents were gone. Whisper smiled at Briarstream. "Hello Briarstream!" She mewed her eyes glowed enthusiastically, and her tail curled over her paws protectively. She knew that any friend of Twistedsong's had to be nice, but she still felt very uneasy about being around so many new smells and strangers.
Her dark orange fur ruffled as a light cold breeze filtered through, it was getting quite cold, even though she was only a few moons old, she could tell that it was colder then it was supposed to be, she didn't know how, but a feeling inside her just seemed to glow and tell her that the weather was very... different.
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Post by Moony~! on Oct 9, 2008 4:11:03 GMT -8
Briarstream half smiled while Twistedsong beamed at Whisper. He seemed already attatched to the kitten, it was odd, yet sweet. Her smile broadened when the kitten said hi and she couldn't help but think what a joy it would be to have a kit like this. She dipped her head respectively not bother to pick it up before rolling her eyes upward to look at the kit and meow, "Hello to you Whisper, and welcome to Horizonclan." She lifted her head, her mystical eyes swimming, but her emotions whole. She was happy for Twistedsong, very happy for him but... With Tornheart gone, and Whitebrook's disappearance.. would she possibly feel jealous? She shot a glance at Whisper, trying not to rise suspicion but she couldn't help but send a little venom along the holy ray of the glance. Her smile remained, and her sweet curiousity dared not change as she padded away. But still, she couldn't help wondering what would happen to her with Twistedsong so occupied with this kit?
Twistedsong blinked sadly as Briarstream turned and padded away, but he soon was smiling broadly at Whisper. "Just wait until Giliapaw sees you, or maybe Havenstar. I'll ask for a request that I can be your mentor..." He meowed mostly to himself, though he was referring to Whisper as 'you'.
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Post by Wispeh-Kins on Oct 9, 2008 20:37:15 GMT -8
Whisper blinked hard as the once sweet vapors in the air soon turned to dying crisp and broken feelings, then went a harsh turn back. This was already so confusing. "How many cats are in Horizonclan exactly?" She mewed, her voice curious as she gazed around closely. "And how can you remember them all? There are so many cats!" She mewed feeling the tickling wind swivel around her.
"Giliapaw? Havenstar?" She mewed confused noticing that twistedsong was mostly talking to himself, but still felt that she needed to say something. Taking another moment to think about the words that came out of her mouth, she didn't want to bother Twistedsong with anymore questions, but one tugged at her. "What is a mentor, and what does it have to do with me?" she spoke again, her ears darting this way and that listening to every sound she could, from a birds soft chirp, to the groan of an elder.
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Post by Moony~! on Oct 9, 2008 20:58:05 GMT -8
"How many cats?" Twistedsong repeated in a slightly dazed yet hushed voice, "I have no idea. How do I remember them all? It's not that hard. It's just like having a bunch of friends. You spend your life with people you tend to remember them." His voice seemed to trickle slowly from his maw then it being so delicate just be whipped away by the soft but cool breeze. The weather certainly was odd... his mind wandered to these thoughts often. Thoughts of the odd occurances, his helpless companion and clanmates... Even if it had nothing to do with him at the time, it always wandered back to haunt him. Then Whisper spoke again and replied slowly.
"Giliapaw is the medicine cat apprentice, she's a cat that's learning how to heal other cats in the clan with herbs and special plants. Havenstar is the leader of the clan, be sure to respect him..." His voice droned flatly, what was wrong with him? It was as if the life was suddenly drained. He looked at the cold sky. It would normally be sunny by now, but it was clouded and rainy looking. Oh how he hoped it wouldn't rain...
Then Whisper asked another question and suddenly a jolt of life ran through his body as he answered more fully, "A mentor is a cat that is chosen specially by the leader to teach a young cat about the clan, it's rules, and the ways of a warrior. What it has to do with you-" He poked her in the chest with a slight smile, "All depends on whether you stay and whether you earn the right to have a mentor."
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Post by Wispeh-Kins on Oct 9, 2008 21:51:36 GMT -8
Whisper blinked in confusion, and yet... understanding. Everything was so different then the three years she had spent moving from place to place with her mother, getting food where they could, even if it were from the twolegs. She blinked again. "So a medicine cat apprentice is a cat that learns healing stuff? she mewed, more of a question to herself to help her take it all in. "And Heavenstar is the leader..." She mewed taking a note in her head to make sure and respect the leader, whoever he was.
Her tail flicked from one side, then to the other, scrambling small dirt flecks up in the air as Twistedsong spoke, she batted at a small leave that fell from the sky, then turned her attention back to him. "So how do I earn my stay and get a mentor? And when to I get to meet all the cats, like heavenstar, and ..." She took a moment to try and remember the name, she felt it rising on the tip of her tongue, but it took her a bit to get it out. Giliapaw!" She spoke cheerfully remembering the name. Maybe it wouldn't be as hard as she thought.
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Post by Moony~! on Oct 13, 2008 16:23:22 GMT -8
Twistedsong smiled, "Yes, that's what a medicine cat does." He nudged her with his muzzle. "You earn your stay by proving you aren't a spy. Don't do anything suspicious, meaning. Don't run off and meet with strange cats. Getting a mentor is pretty much the same. Only you have to be a certain age. You'll get a mentor soon enough. When do you get to meet cats like Havenstar and Giliapaw? Well. It all depends on when they come. He smiled warmly at Whisper quickly becoming lost in the small she-cat's childish beauty.
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When Havenstar entered the camp he entered to sense feelings of hostility. He glanced around at his clanmates trying to catch sight of what was causing this unrest. He narrowed his eyes as he caught sight of an apprentice staring blankly at him with cold stony eyes, Quaintpaw was what he was called, Havenstar thought. He would have to speak to that cat later. Then he caught sight of Briarstream who apparently was looking in a certain direction with much contempt. He followed the she-cat's gaze with much confusion until he caught sight of Twistedsong. Whom, unlike many others, was looking straight down with loving care in his eyes. He once again followed the gaze of the fellow clancat and saw a small ball of yellow orange fur. He blinked slightly and looked at Twistedsong in a questioning way. "Twisted..?"
Twistedsong's head snapped upwards to look at him and then he meowed coolly. "I think Whisper knows what to say, don't you?" He blinked faithfully down at the she-cat. Whisper should figure that she must speak to the leader about joining the clan. He couldn't do it for her. She wasn't seriously injured. She may as well get it over with now. He licked her ear comfortingly and whispered through clenched teeth. "This is Havenstar!"
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Post by Wispeh-Kins on Oct 13, 2008 17:40:35 GMT -8
Whisper looked as the cat began to talk to the cat that had entered the camp, wondering who this cat was. Then as the words havenstar formed from twistedsongs mouth and into her eyes, her eyes opened wide. This was the leader of the clan, and joining it probably had to do with him, she wanted to join, she wanted to be welcome, and she wanted to do wahtever it took to not die like the rest of her family. She smiled sweetly, her bright blue gaze set on the cat. "Greetings Havenstar." She mewed delightfully, dipping her head in respect hoping that each movment, and each word that formed from her mouth were the right ones. "I know this might be a little sudden, but," She lifted her paw, and gave a swift lick to it, and stroked it behind her ear, the obvious sign that she was nervous as she spoke, but she did her best to hide it with normal cat movments, though she couldn't help a twitch of her ear here and there. "Would I be able to join your clan? Twistedsong had told me much about it, and I would like to be a clan cat." Her mind raced, did she say the right words? Did she earn the respect of the leader, or was the leader going to reject her and send her back into the forest where whatever had gotten her parents, would get her too. She shuddered at the though, and curled her tail around her paws to get as much comfort as she coud, the need to have a warming lick from her other on her head, or feel the warmth of her father pressed up against her came, but she knew those feelings would never come again. She wanted to glance up at Twistedsong, wanted to ask him if she did it right, but her gaze stayed stright on Havenstar, looking for any signs of rejection, or acception.
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Post by Moony~! on Oct 14, 2008 18:32:25 GMT -8
Havenstar narrowed his eyes in thought. Then shook his fuzzy head in irritation, not of the kit of course. But of the wind. He probably didn't look very intimidating with the wind blowing his fuzzy fur around. He glanced about the clan, then at Twistedsong's hopeful face and dipped his head in defeat. "Well, there you have it. You're part of the clan. The ceremony will be held after you are found a family to reside with." Then he padded off to his den, leaving the preparations to Desertrush. He was exhausted.
Twistedsong's eyes widened with surprise and anticipation. Havenstar. Had. Actually. Said. YES! If it weren't for Whisper sitting in front of him he would have leapt to his paws in joy. Thankfully, he was able to restrain himself not trampling the she-cat. But he looked down at her proudly, his eyes gleaming with admiration. She'd done great!
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