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Post by lakeripple on Apr 10, 2010 9:17:58 GMT -8
He was acting so uncomfortably. Moonlitice watched him with narrowed eyes, her tail twitching slightly. What was the matter with him? What was he hiding. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. There was no way that the story was about her and her brother. How could Redwing know anything about that? Everyone had just assumed...
But, what was Redwing so worried about? If it wasn't her story, then whose could it be? She looked at him slowly, her mind working.
"Redwing, there aren't any badgers in FireClan. They are all in WaterClan and SkyClan." It was true, the elders had told her when she was a kit, that the only reason the territory was so infested with foxes was that there were no badgers. It was a balance to keep up. A terrible monster balance that no one would want.
"It must have been a fox. Of course, you must have meant a fox. A badger would be crazy." Moonlitice nodded swiftly and shuffled her paws. Yes, a badger would be crazy. The elder's didn't have any badger stories; there weren't any to tell. How could there be if there weren't any badgers? The very idea was laughable. |
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Post by Glyph on Apr 11, 2010 16:10:07 GMT -8
"Then I guess it was crazy." Redwing didn't look at her, choosing instead to glare at his tail, curled at his side. Ginger. Why did he have to be born with red fur? Red and white. It was a wonder Mother hadn't named him Foxkit. That would have been good for a laugh or two.
And it probably would have drove him over the edge. He flinched, then relaxed; what would Pinekit think if she could see him now?
"Anyway," his voice was quiet; he seemed... suddenly tired. More tired than a tom his age should ever be. "It's just a story."
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Post by lakeripple on Apr 13, 2010 17:18:03 GMT -8
The way he was acting was uncomfortable. Moonlitice didn't think she could remember a time when Redwing hadn't seemed totally sure of himself. She ran her eyes over his fur. Come to think of it, he looked rather like a fox. More so than Foxcloud did, definitely. Poor guy had probably changed the story because he was upset with his coloring. Of course that was it.
"Yeah, it's just a story." Moonlitice lowered her head to her paws and stared at the ground. How often did this happen, that the elders would make a story of it? Crazy old bats... "I never really liked their stories. They are so often depressing. StarClan knows we don't need any more of that right now." She sighed and looked back up at Redwing.
"Hey... Do you want to go hunting? Just too warm up, you know. It's so cold, I feel like a run. I know you just went, but..." She looked pointedly at the pile, which consisted of one thrush and two mice. She really just wanted to get her mind off things, she could freeze and starve for all she cared. Hunting alone is no fun... and Redwing was proving to be better company than usual, and he wasn't Foxcloud or Firemist. That was certainly something new. |
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Post by Glyph on Apr 22, 2010 17:48:14 GMT -8
"Yeah, but the lessons they teach are important." The surviving kit had come home, lost himself to depression and guilt, had laid around camp, had been apprenticed late. He'd been a shadow of the cat he once was, a hollow shell that moved only when the wind blew, acted only when he was told. He'd survived when his sister had not, but surviving wasn't the same as living. It sickened Redwing to remember a time when he'd only blindly followed his Clanmates, too timid and heartsick for reason, too locked in his own barred destiny to think for himself.
But he wouldn't tell Moonlitice that, even if she might be able to benefit from its moral. What would she think of him--he'd be called a hypocrite, surely, rightly for preaching about thinking for herself when there'd been a point when he didn't think for himself, or was even brave enough to think for himself, for moons.
So instead he cracked a painful smirk, rose to his paws, and stretched. His claws raked sharp and fast against the solid ground.
"I'm never too tired to hunt--but I am tired of sitting around this camp day in and day out." Redwing twitched his ears, smiled. "Running sounds perfect."
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Post by talguy21 on Apr 22, 2010 21:04:03 GMT -8
Sharpclaw trotted into camp, fresh from his patrol. He had been stuck in camp because of an embedded thorn in his pad and was itching to make up for lost time.
"I'll join you for a hunting patrol." Sharpclaw growled in his semi-hostile way, he wasn't that friendly, but he's not evil.
"So, are you up for it?" Sharpclaw meowed inquisitively.
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Post by lakeripple on Apr 25, 2010 9:29:48 GMT -8
Leaping up with sudden energy and looking forward to a run in the forest, her blood pumping and her fur ruffled by the chill wind, Moonlitice hardly noticed what Sharpclaw had said. She was too busy pacing up and down, waiting for Redwing to say if he wanted to lead or not. It didn't matter. He could leave her behind, and she'd catch up. No one could run like her.
But she did catch Sharpclaw's words, if barely. Looking up in surprise, she winced at his usual tone. What was with this Clan? Did they all have to be harsh. Glancing over at Redwing, she scratched that. They may seem harsh, but it was a cover up. It had to be. No cat could live life completely buried in anger.
"Okay." Moonlitice looked out of the camp at the cold and the bite. "The Flame Tree. Meet there." And with that, she launched herself out of camp and towards the Flame Tree, trying to block out memories of there, and cats she had been with there, and her overall times there. Today would be different. Today was already different.
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