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Post by fernie. (: on Jul 24, 2007 14:26:09 GMT -5
Fernpelt padded through the undergrowth, a light breeze ruffling her white and tortoiseshell fur. A small bundle of dust-gray fur hung from her strong jaws, ready to be buried. Fernpelt had gone hunting early that morning, alone, and the sun was now blazing high in the sky. The emerald leaves swayed in the wind and cast shadows over the forest floor, and a sudden chill ran down the EclipseClan deputy's spine. She padded back out into the warm again and yawned, showing needle sharp fangs. |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Aug 2, 2007 11:21:08 GMT -5
The warm summer sun beat down upon Beacansong's back as the tom strolled through the undergrowth. His deep yellow eyes were at ease, and the scratches and slashes along his flanks seemed to have healed. The deep scar on his shoulder looked newly healed, after it had been scratched open again in the fight against Spectreflame and Firestar. Beacansong was fiercely proud of his new position as a warrior of EclipseClan. He looked forward to defending his clan again. But for now, he was simply enjoying the warmth of the summer's evening. Catching a flash of white fur through the ferns, Beacansong tensed. He relaxed as he recognized the familiar scent of Fernpelt, the deputy of EclipseClan and his former mentor. "Hi," he called out cheerfully. |
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Post by fernie. (: on Aug 2, 2007 11:24:54 GMT -5
Fernpelt had whipped round, claws unsheathed, before she noticed it was Beacansong. 'Hello Beacansong. How are you?' she asked, padding up to her Clanmate. The ferns swayed slightly as a warm breeze blew through them. Fernpelt licked her chest as she waited for her old apprentice to answer; she looked as if she had just had a fight with a badger. Once her fur was smooth as normal she sat with her head slightly to one side, giving her an interested expression. |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Aug 3, 2007 6:49:49 GMT -5
Beacansong padded closer to Fernpelt, dipping his head in respect. "I'm fine," he mewed, smiling. "Littlefox let me leave her den yestarday at sunset." The young warrior idly pulled a clump of grass from between his claws, his yellow eyes still contented. He had plenty of moons now, to hunt and fight for EclipseClan, and maybe even to find a mate and start a family. It always hurt when he looked at his reflection in a puddle or lake, knowing he was different. His short fur, spindly limbs and bat-like ears said it all. |
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Post by fernie. (: on Aug 3, 2007 13:12:22 GMT -5
Fernpelt nodded. 'Great. Warrior now then, huh? How does it feel?' she asked, twitching her whiskers merrily. She sat down and licked one paw elegantly. She looked at her ex apprentice with pride, happy he became such a strong and trustworthy warrior. |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Aug 4, 2007 10:39:33 GMT -5
Beacansong was glad of the excuse Fernpelt had dragged up. He did not want to think about his appearance at all. Smiling, the young tom replied; "It's great," he mewed. "I feel much more grown up; though I still have Mother breathing down my neck." Beacansong purred in amusement at his mother's protectiveness. |
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Post by fernie. (: on Aug 4, 2007 11:41:33 GMT -5
Fernpelt smiled; Beacansong had said that very same thing when Fernplet had asked how it felt being an apprentice. She said this much to Beacansong as she padded over to the roots of a gnarled old tree. Green stems were shooting through the earth beside the roots. 'Horsetail.' she murmured, remembering the scent from the medicine cat's den. She bit off a few stems and padded back to Beacansong. 'You never know when Littlefox's gonna need more of this.' she said.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Aug 4, 2007 12:05:09 GMT -5
Beacansong watched Fernpelt wander off, and breifly wondered whether he had somehow offended her. He relaxed at the she-cat's friendly tone. He still admired her for her quick thinking and intelligence, and was deeply grateful for all she had taught him. The tom lifted his muzzle, opening his mouth to draw in the scents surrounding him. The scent of mouse hit him tantalizingly, and he crept towards the prey, pinpointing it.
The young tom pounced, pinning the mouse before killing it quickly. The warrior smiled as he carried the fresh kill back to Fernpelt. Dropping it, he mewed; "Hey, now he both have something to take back." The warrior stopped to bask in the beauty of the sun on her pretty tortoiseshell splattered coat, then caught himself and picked up the mouse again. No, he told himself fiercely. That was just some stupid apprentice crush. It'll never happen again..." Beacansong rearranged his expression into one of utter innocence.
x.ooc; looks like he never gave up on it. xD |
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Post by fernie. (: on Aug 5, 2007 12:53:15 GMT -5
ooc; Hey, that's fine by me! xD
bic; Fernpelt smiled at Beacansong's words, but didn't notice the way he had been looking at her. 'So, are you looking for a family any time soon?' she asked, totally oblivious to what beacansong was thinking. She picked up her bundle of herbs again and flicked her tail, motioning Beacansong to follow her as she started padding through the trees.
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