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Post by Cinder! no study! X_X on Mar 31, 2009 22:27:23 GMT -5
Wildpath. [[[I need a guardian angel
to tail me in the dead of night
protect me when the sun ain't bright
and love me till the end.]]] Now he wasn't the smartest bulb in the electricity store, but he knew what would happen if his foot slipped say-- an inch or so. The tom wasn't a genius cat who knew complex math, or physics or whatever the heck else was used to measure the height from his perch on the Hollowed Oak, to the hard ground. This warrior knew what a formidable opponent gravity was and was not looking for a fight with it. Again.
Nonetheless he was sitting near the top of an angry old tree that would probably honor the clumsy cat with becoming its first falling fatality. Yeperdoodles that was just this guy's luck and his ugly pelt screamed it in many different voices and and at many different times. You could not count the scars on his pelt on your paws, you could not count it by the number of ticks found on a dirty old elders pelt, nor compare the amount of kits born each season to his marred pelt. Clumsy at best and possibly suicidal at worst this cat was in need of a better Guardian Angel.
What was it that compelled him to climb to greater heights and take these huge strides in the worst of all moments, to make him want to hunt in a blizzard, or patrol during high-tension times, the drive that made him claw his way up an unstable tree in the middle of the windiest day of the whole year. (sorry that was like the longest sentence ever) Was it pure instinct to dominate and be respected, to be a cat worthy of the great BrightClan? Maybe it was stupidity... or even a curse put on the unsuspecting warrior.
Wildpath, so desperately in need of a Guardian Angel.
ooc- open to anybody but please refrain from sneaking up on him because Wildpath+being in tall tree+ being spooked= kersplat!
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Post by SHADE. :D on Apr 1, 2009 11:48:40 GMT -5
quailwhistle Her white paws contrasted heavily with the earth beneath them. The trees cast long shadows over her already striped pelt. uailwhistle exhaled deeply, her wide lime green eyes reflecting confused emotions. The slender warrioress looked down at the grass, which was beginning to regrow. Tornadocloud... He'd been acting so different since Rimuwood came into their lives... Quailwhistle clenched her teeth. Rimuwood and Hopesong were so selfish - their love affected more cats than just them! But of course Quailwhistle could not express these thoughts to anybody. Tornadocloud would be furious that Quailwhistle thought of his sister in such a way... And then there was Lycorisbreeze... But her own fragile sister was not one you could burden with your problems... Quailwhistle stepped into a clearing, looking up to see a fellow BrightClanner, Wildpath. She squinted at him. "What are you doing up there?" she mewed, confused. |
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Post by Cinder! no study! X_X on Apr 1, 2009 13:28:01 GMT -5
Wildpath. What are you doing up there?"
Those words echoed in his mind and Wildpath felt himself start wondering about truly what he was doing up there. That was a bad thing to do, for his mind strayed and things like, 'you're up in a tree!' 'Wildpath be careful! You're clumsy!', all left his busy mind and with a yowl, a mass of bristling scarred warrior began to slowly fall from the tree while his brittle claws still lay within the old, dead wood.
Wildpath had dreamed of how he was going to die many times before--how could a cat so prone to accidents not face those terrifying thoughts time and time again, 'I'm going to die.' The warrior wasn't very afraid of death in theory but wild instincts kicked in as he felt an adrenaline rush help him keep hold on the nasty old tree. Acting as though he had planned all of it he descended rather quickly and jerkily to the floor of sweet, sweet BrightClan territory.
"Oh--well I..." he stuttered now answering her questioned, Quailwhistle looked utterly perplexed and Wildpath found himself trying to sound cool and calm as so many great warriors did but when he tried to find the true reason behind his, 'I like the view,' answer it seemed like the *Lost Sock Faerie had payed him a special visit, promptly hitting all the wisdom Wildpath had acquired over the moons out his left ear leaving him at a loss for words.
When in doubt the only thing he seemed to be able to do was smile and or laugh, Wildpath decided on laughing. As he laughed brittlely and tried to hide the quiver in his voice Wildpath tried to answer her once more but found he still was unable to clear the situation up--nerves--that would be it, "I'm not really sure," he confessed.I feel like a fool, laughing and falling from trees like this... I wish a branch would just fall from the big ol' tree and put me out of my misery! Stupid, stupid me!
ooc- he still almost went kersplat -pat wild- poor guy ^^
*The Lost Sock Faerie is my little phrase for something that always seems to go missing when you look for or need the thing.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Apr 2, 2009 13:00:01 GMT -5
quailwhistle The dark brown tabby she-cat's kiwi eyes widened in shock as Wildpath suddenly tumbled from his perch. The she-cat was frozen, her mind raging at her - should she run forward and try to catch him...? But before her internal battle was over, Wildpath had hit the ground. The warrioress padded closer to Wildpath, who looked embarrased. "Are... You okay?" she mewed with concern, her face confused. Quailwhistle blinked at the tom as he began to laugh. Well, he seemed fine. What a surprise. It seemed that all toms were fools. Sighing, Quailwhistle looked away, finding his answer to her earlier question quite unsatisfactory. The pretty young she-cat looked down at her white paws. "You should probably be more careful, you know," she mewed, her prissy nature over-riding her stubborn pride. |
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Post by Cinder! no study! X_X on Apr 2, 2009 13:44:49 GMT -5
Wildpath. Wildpath was used to being scolded for his clumsy disposition and knew most cats did it to be kind and warn him not be mean. Still, nice or mean most cats didn't believe anybody of the feline family could ever not be a graceful night stalking feral cat such as the majority of his close and far kin were. Wildpath had learned trying to explain, or whine about it was as useful as wishing StarClan would suddenly bless him with fantastic strength, stealth, and balance. Which by the way had not happened yet if you're wondering.
Instead of being rude Wildpath sighed as if he were truly very very sorry and in a tone bordering on patronizing he 'explained,' himself, "Quailwhistle you're right--I was foolish and let my pride get in the way of my safety, I was too caught up in the moment to see past my nose and really understand you warning and my own heads ranting," he smiled crookedly and realized his voice had gone from almost rude to soft and gentle, "Sorry for causing you any alarm..." he bit his lip and took a deep breath to clear any more sudden laughter from his system.
The great tree looked down on Wildpath with an amused expression and as the branches swayed gently back and forth in the breeze he listened to the words they spoke of being careful and thinking things through as though the stubborn she-cat before hims voice was being echoed more softly and kindlier in the tree that had tormented him so. Wildpath hoped he had soothed the ruffled feathers of both Quailwhistle and the Hollowed Oak before him.
ooc- I'm not sure what you think of that post but I'm pretty happy with it.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Apr 4, 2009 10:01:24 GMT -5
quailwhistle The dark brown tabby she-cat waited, her kiwi-coloured eyes expectant. She wasn't sure she liked his expression, but she decided to wait for him to speak before saying anything else. Her eyes widened, looking affronted, as he began to speak. The patronizing tone in his voice grated on her ears. She narrowed her eyes at him. But as he continued to speak, the edge seemed to wear out of his voice. Quailwhistle still frowned at him, though. Nobody spoke to her like she was a silly, worrying kit. "Oh, you didn't cause me any alarm," she mewed, slightly sharply. "I just would've thought you would know better." The she-cat shook herself, her eyes passing over the tree which the tom had toppled out of. She then looked at him. He seemed sorry enough. She didn't want to make an enemy. "No harm done though, I suppose," she mewed, with only a small grudging edge to her words. |
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Post by Cinder! no study! X_X on Apr 4, 2009 17:21:28 GMT -5
Wildpath.
Quailwhistle had a way of scolding you that made Wildpath feel like a kit again, he put his head down and tried not to look pitiful and sullen. It didn't work well--what with him being a warrior and all. Kit-like behavior is what had gotten him into this mess anyways. He was a warrior! What did warriors do when they had to prove themselves? He ran through a list of possibilities in his head but most seemed like the type of situation when he would fall and trip, say over a Clan border. Not the brightest ideas.
A stroke of pure genius graced the toms thoughts, he would offer to get her some prey. "Qualwhistle I meant to go hunting before climbing the tree--would you like me to get you anything in particular for me to bring back for you?" he asked excitedly. Pride washed over Wildpath and he felt his chest puff out as he thought of the brilliancy of his plan.
The warrior was not the best hunter but he felt a drive, Wildpath was determined to prove his worth to a Clan mate. The tom smiled to think of polite Quailwhistles expression when he brought back a big juicy piece of prey for her after a long, hard day of hunting.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Apr 5, 2009 9:48:30 GMT -5
quailwhistle Quailwhistle had to work to keep her expression stern at the sight of Wildpath's expression. He reminded her of a kit who had just been scolded. The slender tabby blinked at him as he suddenly looked up, his face forming a grin. The warrioress sat down, wrapping her long, striped tail about her snowy forepaws. "I'd rather accompany you," she mewed smoothly. "I prefer to be doing something useful." Quailwhistle spent a moment or two flattening the fur on her shoulders, before rising again. She padded towards the small gap in the trees, which was the exit from the clearing. She cast a glance back at Wildpath, before slipping between the trees. She lifted her nose, catching the breath as it tickled her face. It felt good to get away from the bustle of camp, to escape from her worries about her mate. The scent of a pigeon hit her, and she fell into a crouch in preperation to stalk it. |
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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Apr 5, 2009 9:49:41 GMT -5
TORNADOCLOUD This was defiantly what he needed. Time away from camp, from his sister and her CloudClan mate. From the kits that were tied to him because of his sister's blood. Shaking his great head, the tan tabby let a small growl out before he shook his head again, clearing the thought away from his mind. He didn't need those thought right now. Tornadocloud's steel blue eyes flashed towards the sound of voices. One he would know anywhere. Quailwhistle. His heart softened slightly as he thought of his green-eyed mate. But the other voice, he didn't know as well. And that put him on suspicion. Who was it? He padded closer, heavy paws becoming soft as he approached.
Tail lashing, he appeared below the tree Wildpath had been in, now on the ground in front of his mate. His ears flicked up before he arched an eyebrow, then padded around Quailwhistle's back, leaning down to lick her over the ear. "Just the cat I was looking for." He purred, voice softening slightly before he licked her over the ears, eyes flicking towards the other tom. "You weren't back at Camp. I wanted to know if you'd join me for a hunt?"
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Post by Cinder! no study! X_X on Apr 5, 2009 23:30:55 GMT -5
Wildpath. Embarresement and awkward tensity surged through Wildpath as Tornadocloud stepped towards Quailwhistle and himself. A light bulb blinked chaoitically for a few moments in his head before surging to life--Wildpath found himself remembering Quailwhistle and Tornadocloud were mates. And I was just alone with her and he wasnt there, and Im a tom and shes a she-cat! he shuddered to think of what Tornadocloud might have thought was going on, hopefully he had more faith in his mate and fellow BrightClanner.
A thrid wheel on a Motorcycle was not needed and the same went for Wildpath now. The tom felt as though he were violating there personal space and private lives with his just being there. He cleared his throat and shuffled his paws as he waited for Qauilwhistle to speak.
ooc- sorry its short but i gotta go!
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Post by SHADE. :D on Apr 6, 2009 10:26:07 GMT -5
quailwhistle Quailwhistle put one white paw in front of the other, keeping her breathing quiet so that she wouldn't alert her prey. But before she had the chance to pounce, the bird suddenly took flight. The dark brown tabby watched it fly through the pale sky resentfully. She wondered why Wildpath had disturbed her hunt, before another cat stepped from the bushes. Quailwhistle blinked, dropping her eyes. Ever since she had seen him lose his temper before Rimuwood, Quailwhistle felt different around Tornadocloud. It was almost like she didn't know him. The slender warrioress did not return his affectionate greeting, but looked at him through wary green eyes. "I was just hunting with Wildpath," she mewed, flicking her tail towards the other tom, who looked every awkward. "You can join us, if you want." Quailwhistle looked away. She was finding it hard to keep eye contact with her mate. The she-cat just thought of the way they had gleamed like cold steel at Hopesong's mate... |
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Post by Cinder! no study! X_X on Apr 10, 2009 14:30:15 GMT -5
Wildpath.
"Yeah! The more the merrier, Clans don't feed themselves..." Wildpath inserted as he attempted to lighten up the situation. The tom wasn't clueless and he would have to say Quailwhistle had sounded pretty miffed with her mate. Uggh, I hate drama...
Wildpath usually kept out of the way of fighting friends, family, enemies, and well... in general Trouble. He had no real family besides all the elderly Queens he had called mothers as a kit so Wildpath wasn't used to all the petty-problems. It wasn't like he was trying to avoid certain Clan mates he just didn't like all of it.
The tom looked in the direction Quailwhistle had been going in when they were going to hunt. He desperately wished he could just fix everything and the three of them would just go hunt together like civilized people. Dreamer...
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