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Feath ❤️
Number of posts : 2815 Age : 27
| Subject: Re: Writing Challenge Fri 29 Apr 2011 - 19:28 | |
| #14 Love
Ashheart smiled. Sitting at her belly was five healthy kits. Blackfang starred down those who came into the nursery proudly and intensively, as if he would kill them for looking at his kits the wrong way. The Queen panted a bit, and Fernleaf brought her some wet moss. "That you Fernleaf." Her adopted daughter nodded. She was on vigil, for it was the night she had been made a warrior. "You gave quiet a fight for these kits. This is the most I've ever seen." Her newest friend, Willowbranch said, sweetly and calmly. The two friends laughed, and Fernleaf left to sit out the rest of her vigil. Ashheart looked at each kits with admiration. She loved each and every bundle of different colored fur. ______________________________________ |
| | | Feath ❤️
Number of posts : 2815 Age : 27
| Subject: Re: Writing Challenge Fri 29 Apr 2011 - 19:33 | |
| #15 Touch
Ashheart gently pushed her nose into each of her kits fluffy kit fur. She loved them all. Their smell. Their look. The tiny mewls they made when they were startled. Yes but most of all, she loved their feel. She touched them each with her nose once more, letting a deep scent of them into her nose. They were all so warm, so light and small. And there were five of them. Five times the love. Blackfang was always in the nursery for her, and she felt to horrid that the was giving all her attention to these small kits. She sat in her moss bedding, curling her tail around each and ever multicolored kit, and stroking them softly. Blackfang would occasionally point out that one kit had his eyes or one had their mother's small paws. And occasionally, when the kits where sleeping, the two off them would leave the nursery and go scouting for the softest things to put in the nursery bed. It required a lot of feeling things like different types of leaves, or flowers. All in all, whenever someone had managed to catch a rabbit that strayed towards the river for a drink, they would bring them the warm fuzzy tails of the animal, and sometimes the pelts. ______________________________________
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| | | Shadow Former Staff
Characters : Bramblekit Clan/Rank : Windclan kit Number of posts : 6644 Age : 29
| Subject: Re: Writing Challenge Fri 29 Apr 2011 - 19:38 | |
| - Numbers 1-7:
1-Comfort Shadowsong was lying in her own little nest of moss. Nightmares grabbed at her through the night, waking her up and sending chills down her spine. Never had she experienced something so realistic and horrid in her life: especially in a dream. Staring around the cold, dark den, she couldn't get rid of the visions that had haunted her. Cats yowling in fear, running from some kind of monster that she had never seen before. It was like all of the dogs, badgers, and foxes of the forest had been rolled into one large terrifying creature that had brought havoc among all four of the clans. After what seemed like forever of trying to get rid of the thoughts, a sweet, loving, and familiar scent floated around her. The bristling of fur against fur from an invisible source calmed her, and for the first time that night, she was comforted. Thank you, Rosethorn. She thought as she was lulled back to sleep.
2-Kiss Shadowsong was on the dawn hunting patrol, but she was off on her own after they decided to split up. She had taken the way that was farther away from sources of water, which probably wasn't a good idea. It had been a while since sunrise and the day kept getting warmer and warmer until it was basically a day that needed to belong in Greenleaf. Shadowsong's mouth started to become dry as the temperature rose, but the problem was that she couldn't find a stream anywhere. There are a bunch of puddles...She thought. But I don't want to take my chances in getting sick. Time drew on and she still couldn't find a clean source of water. She was about to give up and try to return to camp when the sudden sound of trickling water reached her ears. Jerking her head this way and that, her eyes finally landed on a tiny stream of clear water. Her heart leaped excitedly as she bent down to take a drink. The first drop of cold water on her tongue was like a refreshing, chilling kiss of joy. Hurriedly, she lapped up the water until she was filled with it and turned to return back to camp.
3-Soft The day was very tiring and very hot. Shadowsong had just come back from a border patrol where she had run into a group of Thunderclan cats, ran into brambles so that her fur got stuck, and stepped on loose thorns that had gotten stuck in the pads on her feet. Overall, today had not been a great day for her. I looked like an apprentice today! she hissed to herself. Fortunately, her nice, soft, unprickly nest was waiting for her in the warrior's den. She carefully padded in and got settled, slowly slipping into unconsciousness before suddenly a yowl in the entrance of the den snapped her awake again. Growling, she got up and padded into the clearing of the camp only to see that Bramblestar had called a meeting. Great. So much for that idea. She thought.
4-Pain The night around Fourtrees had a bone-chilling feel to it. Something wasn't right, and Shadowsong was going to figure out what. She ran through the bushes and into the clearing below the trees to find Sootpelt and Dragonsoul fighting and hissing. Dustpaw was there as well as Raccoontail. "No!" Shadowsong yowled as she tried to defend Dragonsoul, but her attempts were in vain. The heart-broken Dustpaw jumped on her and slashed at her eye while Sootpelt and Dragonsoul disappeared into some brush. Suddenly, Dustpaw jumped off of her and fell right where he was standing no longer breathing... or living. "No, no no!" Shadowsong cried for the apprentice just as Sootpelt dragged out Dragonsoul's body. Two friends gone just like that. "I'm sorry, Shadowsong. A rouge killed her while we were trying to fight him off," Sootpelt meowed. Shadowsong just stared at the bodies of her two best friends. The ones she grew up with. The pain was too much to bear. Silently, she picked up Dustpaw's body. "I'm going to need help with Dragonsoul..."
5-Humor Shadowsong had been lying around camp with practically nothing to do. She had already gone on a patrol so now it was time for her to rest. The day was actually quite peaceful and comfortable, so she had chosen a spot right in the sun to relax. With a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes and nearly fell asleep until she felt a rush of tiny paws run over her. Lifting up her head, she saw her two kits Scarletkit and Stormkit staring at her with bright, curious eyes. She laughed and rested her head on her paws. "What's so funny?" Scarletkit asked, flicking her tail back and forth across the ground. "You two humor me, that's all." Shadowsong purred back in a reply. "Humor?" Stormkit asked again before turning to Scarletkit. "Ha! I humor her!" "So do I" His sister complained. "She said 'us two' not 'us one!'" "But I humored her first! So I win!" He retorted. Shadowsong just rolled her eyes as the argument continued. Kits... She thought.
6-Rain Shadowsong and Raccoontail entered the camp with the bodies of her lost friends, Dustpaw and Dragonsoul. Carefully placing them in the clearing, she turned and thanked the Windclan warrior before she left. Shadowsong then turned back to the dead warriors and sat down next to them with her head down. She knew there wasn't anything else she could do now but give them a proper vigil, even if the other cats might not show up. Many of them were out on patrols and the rest were preparing for the weather. Clouds covered up the setting sun and lighting flashing across the sky. Shadowsong stared up at the dark, menacing clouds praying that her friends are happy in Starclan, but she wasn't so sure what had happened to them. Something didn't feel right to her. Rain started to drop from the clouds onto the ground and into her fur. It started out light, but soon grew heavy and loud, drowning out her own thoughts. But, she didn't move. Shadowsong continued to sit by her friends through the night.
7-Loneliness Days had past since the vigil for Dragonsoul and Dustpaw, and the numbness from it was gone too. Shadowsong had been basically lying in her nest since then, quietly doing what she was told when she was told. Without Dragonsoul, life seemed empty. The friend she had grown up with was now dead, and life in Shadowclan couldn't have been more different. Everything she did now felt different, drab, boring. It was like losing one of her own family members. It made her feel lonely. "Snap out of this. It's not like life doesn't move on. You're a warrior. Things like this happen all the time. You have to get over this..." Shadowsong mewed to herself. With a deep sigh, she got up out of her nest and headed into the clearing with her head held high.
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| | | Ebby
Characters : Stormsong, Doekit Clan/Rank : ShadowClan Arborist; Mindflayer Enthusiast Number of posts : 6705 Gender : She / Her Age : 29
| Subject: Re: Writing Challenge Fri 29 Apr 2011 - 19:46 | |
| Nonononono! D: You have to stick with one character per question set, Fea! If you wanna rp her kits, you'll have to start in it's point of view with word #1.
It's more to give your character development then seeing how much you can write... ______________________________________ |
| | | Rainy
Characters : Heatherpaw Number of posts : 5137 Age : 27
| Subject: Re: Writing Challenge Fri 29 Apr 2011 - 19:59 | |
| #11~ Name The night was crisp and cool. Through the shadows traveled a slightly-smaller-than-average she-cat with midnight black fur, the only patch that showed she was there were her cold, blue eyes and the white spot on her chest. Her body was lowered, almost dragging on the ground, but she seemed to float over the ground. Her tail stayed still behind her. Suddenly, her eyes got a determined glow, but just before she reached wherever she was headed, another dark shape flew from the bushes and bowled her over. It caught her by surprise, and soon, she was pinned. The tom growled menacingly, and the she-cat got a look at his nasty, sharp teeth. “State your name,” he demanded, unsheathing his claws into her shoulders. The black feline yowled, and gasped, “Heathersong! I mean no harm!” “Yeah, right,” he snapped. “You’re here to drive me out!” “No, no!” she cried, trying not to move. Heathersong was curious about this cat. He seemed different from the others. “What’s your name?” He was taken by surprise. He stepped off of her and tilted his head. “Talon,” he told her. “Talon,” she repeated, smiling at him. “Well, Talon, I must go, but I hope to meet you again. I will remember you.” And remember him Heathersong did. Names leave a big impact.
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| | | Feath ❤️
Number of posts : 2815 Age : 27
| Subject: Re: Writing Challenge Sat 30 Apr 2011 - 8:55 | |
| #16 Weakness
There had come a time, when, during the summer after her first little Ashheart had grown weak. All her kit were now apprentices, flourishing their mother with pride pf bring back the biggest prey or largest fish. But even through the triumph she had brought her Clan, Ashheart still felt ill. She went to see Willowbranch daily, but nothing wrong with her. Ashheart said it was her bones, her aching bones that felt as though they could no long hold her aloft. She was growing weak. Blackfang said it was due to the coming litter of kits. Ashheart said it wasn't. She was bed ridden for a week or so, from weakness. ______________________________________ |
| | | Feath ❤️
Number of posts : 2815 Age : 27
| Subject: Re: Writing Challenge Sat 30 Apr 2011 - 9:35 | |
| #17 Tears
Tears. They streamed down the faces of most people Ashheart saw these days. Her six kits, Fernleaf, Mothdance, Bearpaw, Dancinglight, Stormcloud, and Littletail. Blackfang and Willowbranch. There was something wrong with Ashheart. She couldn't quite tell, but when her next litter came, there was only one kit, that didn't cry when she was born. She was quite. Everyone wanted to know what was wrong with the poor thing. All Ashheart could muster to do was cry. Big, fat, tears rolled down her cheeks silently. Everyone feared for the small kit, who wouldn't cry. ______________________________________ |
| | | Rainy
Characters : Heatherpaw Number of posts : 5137 Age : 27
| Subject: Re: Writing Challenge Sat 30 Apr 2011 - 20:39 | |
| #12~ Loss Many moons had gone by. I hadn’t heard from him in ages. Where was he? He had promised to come back, and there was no signs of him being okay. Pacing the camp, I was practically wearing a rut in the ground. Others sat and watched me, lazily blinking in the mocking sunlight. What I was waiting for, Starclan only knows. Shortly after sunhigh, a patrol came in. A couple cats were in the back, carrying a large lump. The leader of the patrol went straight over to Featherstar’s den and called to her. With a shock, I realized who the lump was: Talon. My heart broke so loudly, I’m sure everybody across the Thunderpath heard it. It was my mate, not moving, being carried like prey. There was no controlling myself anymore; my legs gave out from under me, and that’s all that I remember.
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| | | Sunpaw (Ducky)
Clan/Rank : SkyClan apprentice Number of posts : 119 Age : 27
| Subject: Re: Writing Challenge Sun 1 May 2011 - 8:44 | |
| 2~ Kiss
Sunpaw glanced around camp, black pelt ruffled from the cool wind. His sharp eyes darted around, looking for any movement. He was so bored. The tom would've usually not been too thrilled to go out on a patrol, but nothing sounded better at the moment. He itched to do something, ever since his injury he'd been kept still and quiet. It didn't help that the camp was the same. He stole a glance at the exit to camp. No one was watching. Maybe he could get out and slip back in before anyone took notice. Yes! I'll just do that. No one will notice. So he limped soundlessly over, then rushed out. The cool newleaf air stung refreshingly on his cheeks and he let out a sigh of relief. It was so good to be out again. He kept padding on until he reached a small meadow, where he sat down in the dew laden grass and looked around. Even he couldn't keep in an amazed gasp. It was breathtaking. The dew hung off spiderwebs in the trees and they lit up like tiny diamonds as the sun touched them. The sunrise lit the sky an orange, pink, and purple hue as the sun rose farther and rather into the sky. Birds sang above, their songs brining music to his ears, and tiny wildflowers dotted the small clearing. Sunpaw purred as the sun rose higher, and a beam of its warmth kissed his face. He wasn't the sentimental type, but he'd never forget the beauty and the kiss of warmth the sun had bestowed upon him that morning.
(So, obviously this takes place in the future. :p ) ______________________________________ |
| | | Feath ❤️
Number of posts : 2815 Age : 27
| Subject: Re: Writing Challenge Sun 1 May 2011 - 13:41 | |
| #18 Speed
When I had been a young kit, I would dart back and forth in between the Warrior's legs as they moved around camp. My mother always told me, that no one could catch me. I didn't believe her, well, not until my life depended on my speed. I never knew I could run so fast in my whole life. I had to reach the camp quick. Everyone's life depended on it. I could see the river now, my heels hot. I took the stepping stones three at a time. "Sleepystar!" I screamed, as I fell into the water. It was here. The fire was here. It raged towards the river, but yielded at its water. ThunderClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan cats poured into the river, swimming as if their life depended on it. And it did. Some made it, and some didn't. All I knew was, I had been visiting Heathersong when the fire had started, and I had to get back to camp, to see my kits. I had been the first one there. ______________________________________ |
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