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[cheshy says grace]

seafeather

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Hold diamonds to the sun, a sparkling misconception.
A statement; “We’re the ones that aren’t afraid to die.”[/center][/size]

ooc.
reserved for
shade with vermillionpaw.
brindlez can join in with
beechclaw if she wants to also.

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[/color][/font]he white and red she-cat tread though the slushy snow, examining her surroundings. She saw the CloudClan territory and made a mental note to herself to refresh the boundaries later. Maybe after she finished her training with Vermillionpaw.

The Everglades were her most favorite part of BrightClan's territory, for it was always gorgeous in any type of weather. It was raining lightly which resulted in melted, piled-up snow. The dirt beneath her paws were sodden-wet to the worms below. The dead grass wavered weakly in the soft, chilly wind. Some spots along the Everglades the snow had thawed away completely from past patrols and the heatwave from yesterday - which rose the temperature from twenty degrees to forty-nine degrees.

A rabbit scampered across the field but it was too far away for Seafeather to catch. It must have come out of it's burrow for the small patches of live grass - at least, what was left of it. And anyways, if Seafeather had bothered to go after it, she most likely would have slipped and fell on the wet slush and broken a bone or something. The warrioress turned her head to looked behind herself, looking for her apprentice Vermillionpaw. "Vermillionpaw! Come on!"[/color] she called for her pupil.

Seafeather let her mind wander to her most favorite tom - Beechclaw. He had rejected her love and hurt her deeply. She needed to learn that he'd never love her back. He'd never return - nor understand - her passion for the deputy.

The she-cat approached the shrine the late Ghostlystar had created and scrutinized the items. She was careful not to disturb them from their select spots. "Hurry up, Vermillonpaw!"[/color] her tone seemed to be touched with a bit of agitation.[/size][/blockquote]

Drunken with the spirits of Godlessness.
The spirits of doom.
The devil's jaws on your throat.
Onward period die.
Emeralds hold no hope.

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[SHADE. :D]

vermillionpaw

His paws made barely a sound on the ground as he walked. This was for two reasons. Thick snow still carpeted the area, so his footfalls were softened. And his paws were so small that they barely made any impression on the squashy whiteness. Vermillionpaw hurried after his mentor, but still fell behind, as always. He stopped as she disappeared from view rather than hurrying up. He pressed his nose into his forepaws and gasped for breath. Why did he have to be such a weakling? Anger flared hot in his chest, which drove him onward. When he heard Seafeather calling, he increased his pace even more. By the time he reached her, he was staggering, his scrawny frame shuddering with cold and weariness. He sat down in front of her, taking deep breaths to slow his jumping heart and give him back the little strength he had. The skinny red and white tabby shot Seafeather a lot as if warning her not to comment on his weakness.

[cheshy says grace]

seafeather

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Hold diamonds to the sun, a sparkling misconception.
A statement; “We’re the ones that aren’t afraid to die.”[/center][/size]

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[/font]he sighed with a definite gratification as Vermillionpaw came into sight. As he sat down in front of her she let the small tom catch his breath. Seafeather looked to the sky and could scent a far-off storm. They had a few hours at best. She noticed how slowly the tom was breathing was - she knew he wasn't the strongest of cats. "Alright, Vermillionpaw, first thing's first: What can you smell?"[/color] she asked, scratching an itch behind her left ear. Her sea-foam green eyes shone like green fire in the gray day.

A swift, taut wind rushed by the two cats, whipping against her face. It tossed her fur around every which way and she scrunched up her face, Brr.[/color] The lady Seafeather turned her head to the side, upwind, so she could catch any scents of some food. There's a group of voles over there, probably snacking on some live grass. Hopefully Vermillionpaw picks it up before they get away,[/color] she thought to herself, her brow knitting together as she squinted in the sharp wind.[/size]

ooc. thar. :3[/blockquote]

Drunken with the spirits of Godlessness.
The spirits of doom.
The devil's jaws on your throat.
Onward period die.
Emeralds hold no hope.

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