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Post by ++ Alixa ++ on Sept 2, 2009 10:00:54 GMT -8
The crisp morning air filled the lungs of the large tom as he lay upon his side. The morning sun shone through the places where the leaves of the ferns did not completely block out the golden light, and moss wasn't there to aide in keeping out th sun. Slowly, his exposed side rose and fell, lips closed as the large tom continued to drift within the darkness if his slumber, despite the small golden speckles of light that broke through his den. His tail curls and uncurls ever so slowly, his exposed whiskers twitching as he dreamt...
The tall grass tickled his nose and face as he crouched there, pupils wide, emerald green eyes shining with determination and want. A want to do what he could for his mother and father, to make them proud... he knew his father would be if he brought back the largest rabbit that he could. And since he had just became a warrior no more than a few days ago, he wanted to show the whole clan and his family that he was suited for an even higher position... It wasn't dark ambition. More so, just the undying need to make his parents' chests swell with pride at their son being the leader of Windclan.
He leaped forward, forepaws extended with claws extracted as his powerful haunches launched his toward his quarry not more than a few feet from him. It was too busy chewing on grass to realize what was happening, it all happened to fast for the creature to realize it had taken in its last meal. He had managed to pin the rabbit with his weight, and with a swift grip and twist of the rabbit's neck, it fell motionless. Limp in his jaws as he stood over his catch. The rabbit wasn't as large as he'd hoped he would find. But he would always have another chance to find that trophy catch to bring back home to his clan. His want to please his leader, and make his parents truly proud of their one and only surviving kit... His two sisters... They hadn't had a chance at life... Born dead, Swiftstar, though at the time known as Swiftkit, was the healthiest one who had miraculously managed to survive whatever had taken his sisters...
He saw his mother's beautiful face, sweet and gentle. Her pelt a silken sable... Her eyes the deepest emerald he'd ever known to exist. She was such a sweet and loving cat, kind to all who needed it, yet fierce to all threats toward her clan or her only son. After she'd seen her two dead daughters, she'd fallen into a very deep depression and even fell ill, moved to the medicine cat's den. But no matter what herb the tom had used, she never managed to come out of her deep sorrows... And that had only spurred Swift, who had been an apprentice at the time of his mother's great struggle, had wanted nothing more than to make her smile, since she never did after that unless the young tabby accomplished something great and glorious, like conquering assessments and tasks quickly but thoroughly.
He saw his father's tall, muscular form. A large tabby tom, powerful and as loyal as great warriors came to be. Swiftstar could see himself and his father standing side by side. he truly was the spinning image of his father, Liontail. His father had always been proud of his son, in every small and big accomplishment the young tabby ever overcame. But he had died in battle, the gorge having claimed his father's life, as well as a Shadowclan cat's life. Both had gone tumbling down into the fast flowing water, their yowls of terror the last thing Swiftstar could ever remember hearing. And when the news reached his mother Cloudtail, she wept endlessly, never again did her eyes shine with the smallest glint of joy or happiness. Mere days later, she joined Starclan... And that had been hard for Swiftstar, as he remembers, to overcome. His dream began to flicker, the last image of himself was when he had claimed the position as the new leader of Windclan after the death of the last Windclan leader...
Lids lifted sleepily, emerald green eyes taking in the familiar sight of his den. Slowly, he rose into a sitting position, slightly shaken, a small glimmer of sadness within his eyes as he ran his pink tongue over his white crested, broad chest. His furn was unusually thick, but it guarded well against the strong winds that blew across the top of the moor. Standing, he gave himself a full shake, and stepped outside into the camp. The small pile of various sized rabbits was at the center of the camp. Sweeping his gaze over the emptiness, he tested the air. Cherryblossom and Blazinghope were off somewhere within the territory. And so, taking to a jogging pace, he moved toward the main entrance of into the camp, and left the empty site behind him, climbing the hill to stand atop the more, muscled already taut and braced as he prepared himself to feel the powerful winds against his fur. Said winds ripped past Swiftstar's strong form, rippling his thick mackerel tabby fur as he stood there, tail erect as he ran his gaze over the vast expanse of grass void of most all vegetation, save for fern patches and large bushes. And so, taking to his jogging pace one more, he headed toward the border, lean but powerful muscles propelling him forward as he took to a lone patrol of the borders. There were few warriors, and it seemed that the two warriors were off hunting. So, he had no other choice but to go it alone. Emerald gaze alert, but tranquil, he took to his duty as leader to ensure things were well and as they should be.
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Post by ..:shroudwhisker:.. on Sept 3, 2009 5:07:02 GMT -8
''swiftstar'' shroudwhisker mewed while bowing her head.
''I was thinking of gathering up a border patrol, but considering there won't be many cats left in camp if I take that option i found it necessary to ask for your permision first.'' she said with practised ease.
''We need to make sure that no shadowclan cats are lounging about near our borders... especailly since we overlooked it last time and almost got invaded.'' she chuckled.
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Post by ++ Alixa ++ on Sept 4, 2009 8:22:48 GMT -8
There was nothing more pleasing adn prideful fot Swiftstar than to taste the air about him, and detect a good number of cats within Windclan. He had his loyal deputy Shourdwhisker, a beautiful she-cat whom he had nearly fallen for. Still, he had a slight admiration for her. But she had her mate, and so he let her alone. She was happy, and so it was clear to Swiftstar that Starclan had them on different paths. Like any other cat, love had once crossed his mind. he wondered of having kits, of having a mate. He wondered what it would feel like. But he wasn't going to slack off on the tasks of a leader just so he could mope around due to the fact he hadn't a mate or kits. He wanted to be a father someday. But that day would come when Starclan saw it fit. Right now, the clan needed him to direct and lead.
A strong gust of wind buffetted agaisnt his large, muscular form as he stood upon the open moorland, having left the comforts of his den to enjoy the wonderful newleaf day. His thick tabby fur rippled in the wind's force, simply relishing in the coolness of the wind, combined with the warmth of the sun. His tail twitched, ears doing the same as he senesed another approached. He then heard the padding of another, and turned to see his deputy making her way over to him. He nodded in turn to her bow, and listened as she spoke of a needed patrol. He lets a moment of silence linger before answering, considering the question. But his emerald gaze shifts to fully focus on Shroudwhisker. He smiles.
" Indeed... That sounds like a good idea, Shroudwhisker. but make sure to leave a few warriors and apprenticed in the camp."
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