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Post by s.omber on May 11, 2009 18:18:41 GMT -8
''SOMBERSONG; close your eyes, pray for plagues, cleanse this earth, and bring upon our doomsday. [/color] Dehydrated leaves cracked and crunched under Sombersong's delicate paws, breaking the eerie silence that never failed to enfold Tall Oaks. Her alert ears picked up the sound of tiny, scattering paws several times, but the young she-cat didn't bother to open her mouth and scent the mouse amidst the sickening smell of burnt plants and old ash. No, she was patrolling the border. Things had been annoyingly dull for quite some time now. Grumpy, Sombersong huffed, and decided she might as well try hunting, since there was quite obviously nothing better to do. Standing up on her haunches, she scraped her front claws against the rough bark of a blackened, half-dead tree, then hopped up onto one of the low branches.
With new-leaf came the birth of baby birds. The Ashclan warrior had already scented newly hatched birds. After climbing up a few more branches, she began to hear the pitiful squeaking of the hatchlings begging for food. The mother was obviously out looking for whatever food she could scavenge. The featherless things that sat in the neat nest made from sticks and the down that queens used on their kits' nests were quite literally newborns. White shards of broken shell lay scattered across the sticks, poking the bird's sensitives skins. Sombersong killed all of them with one quick blow, picked them up, and dropped them down to the ground.
As she climbed down the tree, she heard leaves cracking, as a signal of another animals approaching. Sombersong smelled another cat. She dropped down to the earth, and calmly dug a hole, then dropped the birds in it, so she could retrieve them when she had finished her hunting. She decided to await the arrival of the other cat, and sat down, licked the bottom of her paw, and casually flicked it across her ear. "Hello," she purred.
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Post by s.omber on May 12, 2009 14:19:11 GMT -8
Oh, and this thread is open for anyone. Sombersong needs some acquaintances. (: Sorry for double posting.
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Post by Rain on May 14, 2009 19:34:52 GMT -8
The sound of crunching leaves met the gray she-cats ears, as she padded along in the forest. They pricked, and her blue gaze searched for the source of the noise. the Ashclan warrior was checking for danger, but from the scent that reached her nose, it was ovious it was one of her clanmates.
It was a nice day out today, Newleaf was bringing sunny days and lots of prey so far, And by the sounds of it, birds. Rainmist hurried along to the tree were Sombersong made her catch, and her eyes lit up with silent amazement. There was a few hatchings at Sombersong's paws. The tabby nodded in greeting as she spotted the she-cat.
"Hey there." Rainmist mewed, the scent of the birds coming to her nose. It was a great addition to prey for the clan. "Great catch Sombersong!!" The tabby mewed happily.
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Post by s.omber on May 14, 2009 20:30:39 GMT -8
''SOMBERSONG; When Rainmist emerged from the blackened trees, Sombersong smiled softly, glad it wasn't somebody she felt completely uncomfortable with. The chocolate brown she-cat was often considered the "loner of the clan cats", and although she didn't really mind the title, she resented the fact that other cats didn't understand her situation. It's not that she's timid or shy (which is what immediately pops up in an average cat's mind), it's just that she doesn't really feel the need to go out of her way to please individuals. The purpose of her life was to serve Ashclan; it was the sad truth. At Rainmist's comment, her small smile appeared again. Sombersong basked in the praise - she hadn't been complimented like that since she was an apprentice, and that was from her old mentor. Sure, Rainmist wasn't exactly an elder warrior, being only a few moons older than her young, fresh self, but it still meant something. "Thank you," she mewed coolly. "Care to join me?" It wasn't like Sombersong to invite others to hunt with her, but she didn't want the conversation to become awkward. Besides, what harm could it do?
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Post by Rain on May 14, 2009 20:50:21 GMT -8
Rainmist's eyes lit up, and she grinned. "Sure, let's go!!" She mewed, before scenting the air. Ashclan's scent was on the air, and the prey that Sombersong had caught earlier. But there was a new scent lingering there too, the scent of mouse coming from a patch of heather a few foxlengths away. The warm prey's scent usually wouldn't be noticable from this distance away, except the breeze was coming towards the two she-cats here. With a purr of happiness, Rainmist crouched down, taking a step forward. The tabby was careful to not let a single paw step on a branch or leaves, and to not let her tail hit some bushes around her. Any of those noises could scare the mouse away, and the warrior was determined not to let that happen. When Rainmist reached the small brown creature, she pounced, grabbing it with her claws. Quickly, the tabby killed it with a quick nip to the neck, and bounded back to Sombersong, digging a small hole in the ground next to the tree to hide the mouse. "That's one cat well fed tonight." Rainmist smiled. [/blockquote]
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Post by s.omber on May 15, 2009 9:20:46 GMT -8
''SOMBERSONG; Golden eyes watched Rainmist as she stalked and caught the mouse. Sombersong nodded her head respectfully and meowed, "Yes. The prey are fat now. New leaf is obviously bringing wealth in food for both prey and predators." When the delicious scent of a vole wafted into Sombersong's nostrils, she instantly dropped down low to the ground, and followed the scent. Within a short while, she found the vole, burrowing a hole in the ash for a new den. It looked unnaturally heavy - was probably pregnant. Sombersong quickly pounced. The vole started to run into it's new hole, so Sombersong digged furiously at it until her claws hit the vole and killed it quickly. Satisfied, she picked it up and, between a mouthful of fur, exclaimed, "Wow!
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Post by Rain on May 16, 2009 9:27:08 GMT -8
The tabby she-cat looked over as Sombersong mewed something. Her blue eyes met the vole. It looked huge, Sombersong was a good hunter. "Wow." Rainmist echoed. Sombersong had already caught lots of prey, the clan definality wasn't going hungry tonight. Rainmist gathering her wandering thought, an opened her mouth, scenting the air for any other prey that might be nearby. [/blockquote]
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Post by Ginger on May 16, 2009 9:42:50 GMT -8
Pebblewhisker patrolled the borders silently. Near the AshClan border was the only place to get away from camp. He eyed the two cats, and his fur bristled at the look of them being on the edge of...SplashClan territory!
"Look, you may not notice it, but you strayed onto our territory," he growled, "so I'm just warning you get off before Echostar rips your fur apart."
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Post by s.omber on May 16, 2009 12:36:30 GMT -8
''SOMBERSONG; A pompous glimmer in her eyes, Sombersong buried another hole and dumped the little brown critter in it. She gave Rainmist a nod, accepting her obvious admiration, and opened her mouth once again, exposing her scent glands to her surroundings. The musty scent of SplashClan was a trifle stronger, but Sombersong ignored it without taking into consideration the possibility they may have crossed the border, since they had already been right in between the two territories. When the SplashClan warrior confronted them, Sombersong stood her ground, and looked straight into the misty blue eyes that stood out from his silver pelt. "What are we, a half a tail length in?"
To be honest, Sombersong only made her irritation obvious because she found it slightly ridiculous how close together the borders were. Besides, it was obvious that AshClan was stronger than SplashClan, and Sombersong felt sure that she would sooner or later widen her clan's hunting territory.
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Post by Rain on May 16, 2009 12:48:24 GMT -8
Rainmist turned around, and saw the Splashclan warrior. Her ears pricked as the tom told them to get off. The gray she-cat looked at Sombersong, wondering if they should fight, or just leave. They outnumbered the Splashclan tom, and it would be easy to make him run back to camp like a scared mouse. [/blockquote]
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Post by Ginger on May 17, 2009 10:52:08 GMT -8
Tawnypaw:
Tawnypaw darted to where her clanmates confronted the SplashClan warrior. She growled in annoyance. They always had to pick fights!
"Can I please chase him off? Then I'll become a warrior!" she pleaded.
Pebblewhisker
Pebblewhisker read Sombersong's mind.
"You think your Clan is stronger? Who has the more cats? Who has a medicine cat? We do, so be careful..." he abruptly turned around.
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Post by s.omber on May 17, 2009 13:37:30 GMT -8
''SOMBERSONG; When the AshClan apprentice sprinted up to all three of them, Sombersong didn't mew a word, but flicked her ear, signaling that she could join in if a fight broke out. The deputy looked over at Rainmist, a pugnacious glint in her eye. She sheathed and unsheathed her claws, but did not allow her tail to bristle. When Pebblewhisker spoke, reminding the AshClan cats that they did not have a medicine cat, Sombersong meowed, "Not for long." Truthfully, she had no idea when they would finally get one, but she wasn't too worried...yet. The AshClan cats were bigger and stronger and outnumbered a few of the clans. Pebblewhisker turned sharply at her sentence, and Sombersong meowed quietly, just loud enough for the foreign cat to hear, "Typical of a SplashClan cat. " She raised her paw to her mouth, her claws still unsheathed, and casually licked it, as if beginning a groom. Her tail flicked back and forth, hitting the dirt with a light thumping sound. [/blockquote]
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Post by Ginger on May 17, 2009 14:42:19 GMT -8
Pebblewhisker flattened his ears.
"Right now, SplashClan's the strongest clan, so be careful," he hissed, then added, "the patrol's right by here. There's four other cats, so we'd outnumber you." With that, he scared them off the territory, then returned to the others.
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Post by Rain on May 18, 2009 2:17:14 GMT -8
Rainmist twitched her whsikers is slight amusement as Pebblewhisker threatened them. Both of the Ashclan cats were still on Splashclan territory, yet he walked away. "Splashclan stronger? In his pathetic little dreams." The silver tabby sneered to Sombersong. Her blue gaze watched Tawnypaw and Pebblewhisker, and even though the apprentice seemed hostile, none of the two were attacking. [/blockquote]
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Post by Ginger on May 18, 2009 8:36:57 GMT -8
Tawnypaw spat on the ground.
"Darn," she muttered, "I really wanted to attack him."
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