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Post by .:Smokeyy:. on Jan 3, 2011 3:42:32 GMT -5
Fogstar As the moon illuminated the earth below, Fogstar sat alone. The bright strands of light littered the opening of his den, making him cringe in anger, before turning back to the darkness of the cave.
His claws grasped at the dirt below him as he walked.
The world was silenced around him, as if every creature had been set on pause and awaited to be brought back to life once again. Although the silence was a beautiful time for the tom to sit and think, this time it caused him nothing but grief.
The silence was choaking him, clogging his ears and nose, stopping his breath before it even escaped his lungs.
He shook his head in a feeble attempt to clear his thoughts, though no reliefe was set upon him. 'Even now, I am set apart.' he thought to himself. 'Even now, their thoughts of goodness and kindness set me so far away. Their desperate attempts for peace and humility only cause my anger to be fueled more deeply.'
He stared out of his cave lifelessly, barely blinking as he scanned the opening carefully.
'I see so differently... Yet I see more clearly.'
As the large white tom exited the cave, he took a moment to stare up at the sky. The stars glittered brightly, causing many beams of light to dance clearing. The childish scene made him hiss under his breath. His ears flattened and he turned his head away from the sky, his eyes fixing themselves on the exit of camp. |
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Post by *BattleRocket* on Jan 3, 2011 21:08:18 GMT -5
"FOGSTAR!"
The silence was broken as a ginger tom came bounding up on the rocks, his paws pounding on the ground so hard that it made small thud noises every time he took a step. The tom's tail waved back and forth as he grasped the wad of herbs in his jaws, still running, wanting to get to his leader as quickly as possible.
"Fogstar!" He repeated again, as if he thought that his leader might not have heard him. "There's trouble!" His eyes were wide, and Blazefur didn't say that there was trouble very often. The herbs in his jaws waved wildly as he skidded to a halt, kicking up dust as he did so. Not that it mattered to him much at the moment. There were more important things on his mind.
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Post by .:Smokeyy:. on Jan 3, 2011 21:36:36 GMT -5
Fogstar The call of his name snapped Fogstar out of his daze. He mumbled under his breath, cursing himself for allowing his thoughts to wander so far away from him. Bringing himself back to reality, he pricked his ears and stood at alert, as he searched for the cat who had called his name so desperately.
All at once, the voice and body of the cat who called him connected as Blazefur emerged from the darkness and heaved himself quickly over the rocks. He could tell that the medicine cat was obviously troubled, and this fact triggered an interest within Fogstar.
As the tom came to a skittering halt before the him, Fogstar stood, and shook the dirt off his pelt. Due to the light coloring of his fur, it showed dirt and grime much more easily then that of a darker pelted individual. Padding over to the tom, He allowed himself to take quick look-over of the situation that had presented itself on the once calm night.
"What seems to be this 'trouble', Blazefur?" |
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Post by *BattleRocket* on Jan 5, 2011 16:51:05 GMT -5
Blazefur's tail lashed back and forth as he spat out the wad of herbs in his jaws, which, in this case, happened to be catmint. "It's the catmint." He meowed with a frown, prodding at the leaves with one paw. The once lush leaves were now black, and the tom swiped his tongue around his jaws once to get the four taste out.
"I was sorting through the herbs right now," He began to explain. "And I fount the catmint looking like this. The frost must have rotted the leaves." If there was no catmint, then Leaf-Bare could be a terrible season indeed, and Blazefur knew that if they didn't get any more fast, then there was a good chance that if Greencough struck, there would be trouble.
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Post by .:Smokeyy:. on Jan 5, 2011 17:14:32 GMT -5
Fogstar Fogstar watched as Blazefur dropped the blackened leaves of the herb. He flicked his ears softly and glanced up at the Medicine cat, as if he could magically make the herbs spring back to life.
Despite his lack of knowledge on herbs and remedies and what-not, he did know of the healing powers of these specific herbs. They often kept one from death.
"This is a dire situation indeed. With the frost strike, it is not a likely that there will be more." He mewed, as if his thoughts were merely being said aloud.
"Perhaps there is some growing in other parts of the moor. Beneath other decaying plant matter, we may be able to find some. Other than that, I'm sure there would be none left on our territory."
As he spoke, he stepped closer to examine the plant. There was no chance of any life left in the limp thing, and he severely doubted his plan on finding any more in the moor.
"Gather up a small group of Warriors and explain the looks, smell and area to find them in. If you return with nothing, we may need to seek help from the others."
The thought alone made him cringe. Searching for help from the other clans went very much against what he believed in. Though, he'd rather face up to the other clans than watch his clan mates die because of his stubborn pride.
"It is likely that Viperclan has some. Their camp doesn't get nearly as much frost as we do. They've got thick busy trees to hide behind when the winds blow. Next gathering, we can request for their assistance." |
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