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Post by Cherrysky on Aug 29, 2008 20:40:18 GMT -5
Emerald eyes flickered down to the squirrel, not really sure what to make of it. Smile at the apprentice that gave it to you. Cherrysky's gaze flickered back up to the apprentice and smiled as convincingly as she could manage, though the smile didn't touch her eyes. Uncomfortable with trying to be happy or even thankful, her gaze shifted back to the tom. Why were they so insistent that she eat something? "Thanks but no thanks. I don't want to start any trouble for Cryst---" Her small voice broke off as another spark of pain shot through her. She tried to avoid the RiverClan leader's name as much as possible, even in her thoughts... it just brought on unnecessary pain to think about it.
Recovering from the spark was a little easier now...but of coarse, after going through the pain for so long, everything seemed to get a little easier to manage. The ragged she-cat pushed the pain into the back of her mind and buried it under the concentration to control facial expressions. Turning back to the large tom, the she-cat blinked her empty eyes somewhat apologetically. "For RiverClan." She finished, her voice back to the small, empty tone it had been.
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Post by Lionflame on Aug 30, 2008 9:01:49 GMT -5
Lionflame frowned, slowly pushed off his front legs to stand straight, and rounded the she-cat, his tail beating his flanks. This should not do. A cat shouldn't torture herself so for a Clan that seemingly forced her into this condition. His eyes flicked to Sirensong as she barged in, almost yowling with rage. He whipped his tail in irritation, nodded understandingly to Peachpelt, and paced back in front of the leopard she-cat. The golden tom crouched down in front of her, his eyes looking deep into hers.
"Eating a gift of fresh-kill is not being a traitor to thy Clan," he mewed in his low, steady voice, emphasizing the word gift. Hi eyes narrowed and his gaze, boring into the she-cat's, was firm and suggested a growl.
After a few intense heartbeats, Lionflame stood up and came to sit by Peachpelt's side again, slightly in retreat. The deputy was in charge, and he'd make the final decision about this RiverClanner.
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Post by Peachpelt on Aug 31, 2008 12:21:47 GMT -5
Peachpelt dipped her head at Sirensong, "This cat is unwell Sirensong, leave her be, for now," she mewed. The ginger she-cat smiled at the young apprentice, Rainpaw, when she brought the squirrel back for Cherrysky, but it faded when the RiverClan cat refused to eat it. "Eat it. What Lionflame says is correct," she meowed understandingly, flicking her gaze to Lionflame in concern.
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Post by Cherrysky on Aug 31, 2008 20:00:01 GMT -5
The spotted she-cat kept a blank expression as she fought urge to roll her eyes. Why were these cats so insistant on her eatting something?! She didn't mean anything to them; what was the point? But instead of arguing, Cherrysky bent down and started nibbling on the squirrel. It tasted different then what she was used to; fish and water voles were normaly what RiverClan ate. She finished off quickly, expecting to feel a little better but finding the same empty feeling as before. So much for that... She turned to the apprentice again and nodded thankfully.
The question was, now what were they going to do. She had eatten...even though it really hadn't done any good. Whatever makes them happy I guess... She wasn't about to argue with cats that could easily kill her at any moment, even if she may have wanted that.
[bleh post xD Sorry]
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Post by } SiRENSONG } on Sept 1, 2008 0:19:11 GMT -5
Sirensong growled deeply in her throat. This was not right. Even the RiverClan she-cat was rejecting the offer! Never the less, the silver she-cat sat down, and curled her tail over her paws tightly, like she was protecting them. Her blue eyes bored into Lionflame's pelt, he was being a traitor to the Clan by feeding this cat that belong to RiverClan. That wasn't right. But whyy was she here in the first place? Sirensong didn't really want to know, all she wanted was the she-cat off of ThunderClan territory. Whe she was done, the ThunderClan warrior got onto all four paws and started edging toward her in a crouch, teeth bared. [/size] "Now get off of ThunderClan territory." Sirensong hissed at her, so much closer now then before. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Cherrysky on Sept 1, 2008 13:08:28 GMT -5
Emerald eyes flickered over to the silver she-cat, irritation growing with her words. "If your going to kill me, please get it over with." She growled, although the words were more of a ragged whisper then an angry growl like she had wanted. "I don't like playing mind games." Cherrysky turned to the orange she-cat again, her gaze mellowing out slightly. They didn't know why she was here... and with the RiverClan scent still fresh in her fur, they thought she was just another trespasser. So she's just trying to protect her clan... That still didn't explain why they were so keen on her eating something, but it did explain the hostile attitudes.
"If your so worried I'm going to go back to RiverClan, you're greatly mistaken." Her voice evened out back into a non-caring tone, her emerald eyes still hollow as she stared at the she-cat. As another hiss came from Sirensong, the spotted she-cat turned her body and let out a real growl, her eyes smoldering with an empty fire. "I have no home and I belong to no clan." The words didn't send the same surge of pain through her like they had the first time. This time, irritation and hurt flooded through her, mixing immeasurable pain and loss. I have no home...and I don't belong to any clan. What would that make her then? A loner?...she turned the thought over in her mind for a couple minutes, her exhaustion making the hostile expression smooth out. "It's better then being rejected by your best friend..." The words were only audible to Cherrysky's ears, and possibly the tom next to her. It felt a little better getting it off her chest, but it still left a dead feeling inside her heart. Rejection...
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Post by ~*Rainpaw*~ on Sept 1, 2008 18:55:29 GMT -5
Rainpaw dipped her head politely back to Cherrysky when the spotted she-cat smiled at her. She jumped when Sirensong came crashing through the forest, but relaxed when she recognized the cat. The gray apprentice shifted uncomfortably as Sirensong openly challenged Cherrysky, and the former RiverClan cat's answer almost made her flinch. For some reason, the pretty she-cat was growing on her, and she hoped that the ThunderClan patrol wouldn't kill her. Please StarClan, not in front of me at least, she thought. I should be stronger than this, Rainpaw thought with a frown. Why should I care if they kill her? I've never even talked to her, she told herself. But something about the she-cat made Rainpaw hope that they wouldn't kill her.
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Post by Lionflame on Sept 7, 2008 8:38:15 GMT -5
"Well, Peachpelt? We are certainly not to kill her, for this cat has done no other crime than wander in our territory. Besides, if we listen to her..." Lionflame gave a quick glance to a depressive-looking Cherrysky, "She no longer belongs to RiverClan. the golden tom lowered his voice and brought his mouth to the deputy's ear. "But, nonetheless... she might be a spy. I prescribe caution." Lionflame straightened up, mildly shook his liquid golden pelt and stood stock-still, one paw slightly in front, gazing at a point about two inches over Cherrysky's pelt. A form of salute, if you wish to put it that way.
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Post by } SiRENSONG } on Sept 13, 2008 22:51:53 GMT -5
Bandages on my legs and my arms from you
Bandages, bandages, bandages
Up and down on my legs my arms from you
Bandages, bandages, bandages.
Sirensong growled at the former RiverClan she-cat, and a full-blown grin of excitement spread on her face at the tabby's words. 'I have no home and I belong to no clan.' Hah. A cat like Cherrysky didn't deserve to belong to a Clan, what with her intrusions on a rival Cans territory, who does that? Rainpaw was sitting there looking uncomfortable, and Lionflame was taking action. 'Well, Peachpelt? We are certainly not to kill her,' "What?! Lets. kill. Her ... now." Sirensong insisted as she shimmied over to Cherrysky in a crouch.
(c) Song by hot Hot Heat, Bandages.[/blockquote] [/color][/size] |
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Post by x.bellrose on Sept 14, 2008 9:46:20 GMT -5
((Mind if I join?))
Bellrose padded through ThunderClan territory mindlessly. Then she caught the scent of a patrol. Ummm... Lionflame... Peachpelt... Sirensong. she followed the scent a little further. Rainpaw... and... as she got closer she smelt something else. RiverClan? No. No. ShadowClan? It was something else, a mix of the two. Then the tabby medicine cat entered the clearing. Very confused she looked at a tabby on the floor. "Cherrysky?" Was it Cherrysky? The RiverClan warrior. What was she doing here? Her blue eyes scanned the patrol. "I need an explination." she said urgently. The brown tabby was matted and starving apparently. She looked horrible.
Her gaze turned back to Cherrysky. "Are you hurting? Do you need anything?" Apperantly something was wrong with RiverClan. So her medicine cat instincts caught it. "Should I bring her back to camp?" she asked. Surely this warrior wouldn't be of any harm. [/size] |
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Post by Peachpelt on Sept 20, 2008 18:02:05 GMT -5
Peachpelt's eyes were filled with concern for Cherrysky, "Your right Lionflame, I say we take her back to camp, but keep her under guard?" she suggested looking around at the patrol. "Sirensong, I understand your anger at finding another cat on our territory, but we will let Sapphirestar decide what we do," she meowed. The ginger she-cat turned her head as another scent drifted towards them, Bellrose. "Hello Bellrose," she meowed in greeting. "Do you know this cat? And yes, we are going to take her back to camp," she continued, smiling at the medicine cat.
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Post by Cherrysky on Sept 23, 2008 23:15:11 GMT -5
Empty eyes flickered to the tabby she-cat that approached. Bellrose.. Her name sounded familiar, but it was like she had heard it in a completely life time. The thought of it made her feel weird, like she should care who the she-cat was. But she didn't. Things rarely mattered to her anymore- even herself. The mother-like tone Bellrose used stuck out from everything else. Medicine cat... These words also sounded a little weird when she thought about them, but she pushed it aside as she had with the name. It didn't matter who she was.
The mention of camp and leader made Cherrysky's face turn into a blank frown of irritation. "That's not necessary," She muttered. There was no need to talk to their leader or go to their camp. She was just passing through, trying to make it to the next day. Why did they feel this need to take her off coarse? And help her? What was there to help? She didn't matter anymore, nothing did.
[sorry about the bleh post....it's about 11 here -__-]
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Post by x.bellrose on Sept 28, 2008 7:26:57 GMT -5
Bellrose shot a glance of sympathy at Cherrysky before turning to face the deputy. "Good. We should go quickly now." Then the tabby medicine cat looked at Lionflame. "Could you carry her back?" she asked the warrior. He seemed strong enough to carry Cherrysky back, she probaly only weighed half of what she should. That's not necessary. She turned tworeds Cherrysky. "Yes, Cherrysky, it is necessary for you to get better. You're not going to starve to death as long as I'm medicine cat." she said sternly but still motherly. "Bring her back as soon at you can." she said to Peachpelt. "I will be in my den with Creekpaw. We will be ready." And with that she turned and left the way she had came, picking up a scent of needed poppy seeds she quickly took them with her, as she left.
TO:: Get Creekpaw xD [/size] |
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Post by } SiRENSONG } on Sept 30, 2008 12:02:29 GMT -5
These bandages cover more than scrapes,
cuts and bruises from regrets and mistakes
I've been hoping your moping around the street again
I've been tripping from sipping the dripping dirty water tap
I've been poking a voodoo doll that you do not know I made
Sirensong growled a deep, lowly growl from the depths of her throat. She knew she couldn't beat both Lionflame and Peachpelt as they ordered her around, but she had the strongest urge to do so. The phrase if you can't beat 'em, join 'em entered her mind, but she shook it out. I'll play they're game for now. The gray she-cat decided after a moment of deep thought. The entrance of a new cat alerted her back to the problem at hand, and as Sirensong sat there listening to their words of 'wisdom,' Sirensong sighed a non-sincere sigh, and she shuffled over to Cherrysky's shoulder.
"Come on, then." Sirensong pushed against Cherrysky's shoulder with her own, ushering her forward with a hard nudge. "If these cats are nice enough to offer you shelter, then take it." Sirensong hissed in the former RiverClan warriors ear as she walked to toward the ThunderClan camp.
To; ThunderClan Camp. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Lionflame on Oct 8, 2008 18:33:44 GMT -5
Lionflame nodded at Bellrose, stretched his muscles and padded to the lone she-cat. He glanced at Sirensong; she was almost dripping with irritation and... contempt? Lionflame was undecided between laughter and anger, and he chose to remain impassive.
The golden warrior flicked his tail on Cherrysky's shoulder, crouched low and growled: "Medicine cat's orders. Flop onto there." That's not necessary. Oh, really? Well, then, it's vital, he thought sarcastically. If she didn't, he'd drag her by force. Something told him this cat could still be saved. Besides, there was something about her.
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