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Post by froststar on Jun 8, 2008 4:32:43 GMT -5
Froststar...x
The sky was as blue as a robin's speckled egg. The silver-grey ThunderClan leader leapt up on top of the Highledge. Froststar's claws scraped the marks in the ancient ledge where thousands of ThunderClan leaders had stood before her. Wind whistled briskly through her fur, and the ThunderClan leader flicked her ears, ready to begin.
Beckoning Timberkit up with her tail, Froststar opened her maw to speak the ancient clan meeting words.
'Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join below the Highledge for a clan meeting!' Her voice rang out firm and strong. A voice of a true leader. One that attracted attention, nethertheless.
Yet Froststar felt tension crackle in the air as more ThunderClan cats gathered. They had spotted Timberkit, and he was an unknown kit that they had never seen in their lives before.
Froststar was feeling a little bit anxious herself. What would her cats make of Timberkit when he was fully accepted into ThunderClan?
Worry split the air, and the leader opened her maw to speak.
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Post by harrald on Jun 8, 2008 12:45:30 GMT -5
Foxtail smiled as she silently slipped out of her den and onto the earthy floor of the camp. She glanced around quietly, then noted Timberkit. Personally, she did not see what was so wrong with him. She slipped next to the tomkit, giving him a few licks to polish his coat.
"It'll be alright." She meowed. "And if ever you need a friendly chat, you know where I am." she nodded, giving a few cats a glare as they stared at Timberkit. Tension hung thicker than butter in the cool air, and Foxtail wanted to know why it was so wrong to accept this kit.
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Post by destiny on Jun 9, 2008 10:40:22 GMT -5
The grey-ginger tabby tom padded slowly to gather with the other cats, his thoughts churning as his pale blue eyes sought out the question of the day: Timberkit. He ignored the glances that his Clanmates gave the kit, and he sat beside him.
"You will make a good ThunderClan warrior someday, I know it." He meowed, feeling a little awkward. The kit was scared, though, and it was the least he could do to encourage him. Wolfhowl felt that the kit was special, and he wasn't sure what it was either. Perhaps it was just some wayward thought, but eve so he felt it strongly. Timberkit would bring something to ThunderClan, something that Wolfhowl felt would benifit them. Plus, he didn't want the poor kit to have to live the life of a rouge. No kit deserved that. He looked up at Froststar, feeling nervous at the announcement that was to be made. Though StarClan knew why.
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Post by froststar on Jun 10, 2008 13:37:34 GMT -5
'As you can see, we have a new kit with us today.' Froststar's voice was tainted with something that said: "Comment, and your out of here." The ThunderClan leaders gaze swept across the clearing, picking out every cat in turn. Her gaze turned to a faint fury as she realised that some cats had frowns on their furry faces.
'His name is Timberkit and, for now, he will be staying here in ThunderClan.' Swiping her tounge around her lips swiftly, she carried on. 'He has had a hard past, and I would like you all to welcome Timberkit and make him feel safe and at home here.' She flicked her ears.
'Lilywhisker will be Timberkit's adopted mother.' She finished, and with a sweep of her white-silver tail, the clan meeting was over.
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Post by Winter on Jun 13, 2008 16:38:04 GMT -5
Timberkit's eyes squinting at Wolfhowl's large figure. For the first time since their incident on the river, he found encourament in the warrior's words. He thought he should say something back, maybe an awknowledgement or just a salute. Just when his mouth slackened to speak, a copious tree branch fell besides the boulder where Froststar had just been. Its sound resonated omniously but ceased when it reached Timberkit. That always happened... He always brought bad luck... No wonder he had been rejected so often.
The tiny creature's head inclined in Foxtail's direction. He did not need anybody to tell him she was the clan's medicine cat. The altruism and compassion emitting from her was wonderful. Every medicine cat this young kit had known had those features. They were undescribable. After all, medicine cats had been stroked by StarClan: they couldn't be more perfect if they wanted to.
His dreadful eyes stared back at the Wolfhowl and Foxtail. Words failed him. The other clans had never been so benign with him. 'Thanks...' was all that managed to slip from his mouth.
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Post by Winter on Jun 14, 2008 11:18:11 GMT -5
ooc; Guys, one or two more replies, and we're done with the mini plot! =D |
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