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Post by Dr{E}am]-[eart on Feb 18, 2008 19:10:50 GMT -5
Dreamheart stirred as the cold wind sweeped into the den. He open one eye, and shakily sat up straight. Sighing, he leaned onto the wall of the den. "Duties, duties," he chuckled softly, as he padded outside and away from the humid den. He deeply inhaled the cold air, stinging his nose. Dreamheart sneezed, and thought for a moment. For hunting patrol...Ghostface, and Mahogonypaw should go. They haven't been on one for a few days now, he thought. Dreamheart leaped away to the apprentices den. "Mahogonypaw, wake up!" he whispered. I knew I should've told him about this yesterday! he scolded himself. The dark orange tabby lifted his right paw and softly batted Mahogonypaw's ear. "Wake up", he repeated into it.
Sorry for the totally lame post. I'm brain-dead right now. XD
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Post by [G]hostface-- on Feb 18, 2008 19:40:06 GMT -5
As Dreamheart exited the Warrior's den, Ghostface, too, awoke. The broad she-cat was normally the first cat in the clan to awaken and exit the dens, driven by her fear of being attacked in her sleep. Today, however, she had slept in, and within her mind, she chastised herself. She could have been killed! But she stopped herself from jumping to conclusions. Dreamheart was a good deputy. He wouldn't betray the clan.
She rose from her nest, silently exiting on dainty paws that clashed with the sheer mass of the rest of her body. She was one of the burliest cats in the clan, but still nimble on her toes. Upon entering the clearing, she stretched, licking her chest fur clean of dirt that clung to it from her sleep. She sparkled in the dawn light, a brilliant cream colour, with fur that was cleaner than any cat in the clans.
She blinked her odd eyes a few times before spying Dreamheart, who was attempting to rouse Mahoganypaw from his sleep. More silent than the dead, (for the dead are seldom silent), she placed herself next to Dreamheart. With a flick of her overly fluffy tail, she spoke in a soft whisper. "Do you want me for the dawn patrol or a hunting patrol?" As of late, she had been chosen for the dawn patrols over hunting, and she was curious as to whether or there would be change in her life.
Her odd eyes were not on the deputy, but on the apprentice who clung so desperately to sleep.
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Post by Dr{E}am]-[eart on Feb 18, 2008 19:56:12 GMT -5
Dreamheart turned his body until he faced Ghostface. "Good Morning," he started cheerfully. "And yes, I was just about to ask you if you could join me in the hunting patrol for once, and also this little one," he replied, as he nudged Mahogonypaw, whom stirred but fell back asleep. "He's like a little kit clinging onto sleep," he joked. Dreamheart paced around in a circle, with an undecided face. "If he keeps on with this, there won't be a hunting patrol!" "Any ideas?" he asked Ghostface. Dreamheart's anger rose, but he quickly leveled it again. Calm down, Dreamheart. You're rushing yourself. Besides, it is a bit early for a hunting patrol. Take your time, he told himself. He sighed, as he watched the young apprentice meow in his sleep. "He's such a young one," he murmered. "You know, I was just like him when I was an apprentice. I took things slowly. A bit too slow, actually.", he admitted.
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Post by [G]hostface-- on Feb 21, 2008 14:59:08 GMT -5
The she-cat looked at the deputy, her odd eyes not emotionless, but not quite readable. She had known Dreamheart when he was an apprentice. He was just a moon older than her, and they had spent some time in the apprentice den together, of course, back in those days, no one treated her too warmly. He was right, Dreamheart had been laid back and carefree.
"He has a few moments before hunting patrol should leave," the large she-cat said, as she licked her pale chest fur. She would have suggested they eat some fresh kill before the hunt, but the pile was pitifully small, and she didn't feel right eating when the elders, the medicine cat, and the queens and kits hadn't eaten yet. It would make her feel like she was stealing from her clanmates.
"I suggest we wait for a few moments before heading to where the pine trees are. The swampland prey have all gone away for leafbare." It was true, snakes and toads and frogs had all gone into hibernation, making their primary source of prey scarce. The pale she-cat hoped upon hope that Dreamheart wouldn't suggest they go to the carrion place. She hated it there, and refused to eat the prey that came from it. She had heard tales from long ago, about a disease that came from carrion place that had ripped all nine lives out of Nightstar. She was not eager to experience this first hand.
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Post by Dr{E}am]-[eart on Feb 21, 2008 16:16:04 GMT -5
Dreamheart nodded, and he thought a moment before replying. "Yes, it is a bit better than going to Carrionplace. We can't risk losing any more cats." Dreamheart sighed deeply and sat down. "Let's just hope he wakes up. Everyone else has gone on a hunting patrol for many times in a row." The brown tabby looked around, hoping to see anyone else that was awake that would be willing to help him awake the sleepy Mahogonypaw. No one. His head swayed, like there was nothing to support it. "Watching him sleep makes me want to too," he chuckled.
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Post by [G]hostface-- on Feb 21, 2008 17:13:26 GMT -5
"He'll wake up." She purred in amusement, "Or I'll wake him myself. You are too easy on your apprentice." She did not say it harshly, but instead with amusement. Dreamheart saw so much of himself in his apprentince, than he was loathe to punish him. Which, too most, was understandable. Ghostface new the sentiment, but it didn't rule her.
"It is still early. We've had practice waking with the sun, Mahoganypaw hasn't yet. Not quite." The white she-cat stated, with a flick of her abnormally fluffy tail, that was so uncharacteristic of a ShadowClan cat.
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Post by Dr{E}am]-[eart on Feb 21, 2008 17:19:10 GMT -5
"Very true," Dreamheart chuckled. "Sometimes I seem like I forget my duties with him." Dreamheart stiffened, and he let out a small mew, hoping not to wake the others. It'll never work, he thought. "Maybe we could hold a piece of catnip under his nose", he suggested. Dreamheart wasn't really sure if Mahogonypaw liked the fragrance or not, but he knew a lot of cats who did.
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Post by [G]hostface-- on Mar 7, 2008 16:51:29 GMT -5
Ghostface chuckled, before speaking. "Perhaps instead of catmint, we should put mouse bile under his nose." She wrinkled her own pink nose at the thought. Mouse bile was a vile substance, and she hated having it on her more than mud. "It's sure to wake him..."
The pale she-cat gazed at the apprentice, then at the deputy, and then back to the apprentice. Dreamheart certainly babied Mahoganypaw... but perhaps it was a good thing? Shadowpaw and Ghostface certainly quarrelled, but Dreamheart and Mahoganypaw did not. Or perhaos she was just not very good with other cats. That could very likely be the case. As a matter of fact, she was sure it was.
[[Lacking muse, sorry!]]
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Post by Dr{E}am]-[eart on Mar 7, 2008 18:10:08 GMT -5
Dreamheart turned away from Mahogonypaw. "I suppose we'll let him hunt later today. If he insist's on sleeping this much, then we'll let him be. Then I suppose we could take...". He paused. Everyone else has been on the hunting patrol many times.
[Sorry for the crappy post, but Mayo-chan isn't going on for a while. ]
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Post by Wildstorm on Jul 12, 2008 9:47:26 GMT -5
Wildstorm padded out of the Warriors den. She hadn't exactly been evesdropping, but she had had nothing else to do. Her ears had been pricked up, and she had heard most of the conversation. He shrugged off her sleepiness, pausing to stretch only for a bit. She set her gaze on the two Warriors, chatting away.
She padded over to them, and said "Why, Good morning Dreamheart, Ghostface. You trying to wake Mahagonypaw? I can tell he's a bit...exhuasted?" she nodded approvingly at Ghostface and Dreamheart, and then pushed Mahogony softly with her paw. She heard a soft Uff-ff, but he soon fell back to sleep. Wildstorm rolled her eyes, but still had a crooked smile. She had heard Dreamhearts' ponder about the who could go on a Dawn Patrol, who hadn't gone at least 10 times.
She sighed shortly, and then looked up "Well...I suppose I could come with you for Dawn Patrol. Unless you have enough warriors." she shrugged quietly, waiting for an reply.[/color]
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Post by Kry on Feb 6, 2009 16:46:02 GMT -5
Far from his home, that was for sure. Nares filled with the strangest scents, none of which he reconized but knew that they were not of his own kind. His massive paws landed nicely under him and brought his torso at a rapid yet lithe pace, that of a silent hunter. He did not belong in these lands, he wasn't even in wolf country anymore, wandering too far and too wide, to the lands of unknown even to his great grandfather. He snorted, forcing the tainted air away from him. Annoyance began to flicker within his dark pools, his lips pulling back until his entire row of razor-sharp fangs glistened with crimson, the blood of his last kill stained on his ivories forever more. Harks flicked forward: a den, a cave, something of that nature, a place to rest his head. He lurched forward, though the strange smell grew stronger and stronger, his pace slowing. Then he stood outside of the den, his chest puffed with un-necessary air, tail arched over his back like that of the Alpha, and crown fell back, his maw releasing an incredible howl, an announcement and a challange to whoever resided within. The massive canine then stood still and waiting, daring the dwellers to show themselves. He was hungry, and wasn't in the mood to nagotiate. He wanted to rest here.
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