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Post by flight on Jun 1, 2015 4:41:51 GMT -4
G H O S T F E A T H E R Dawn was just approaching. The sun rose, achingly slowly, a slumbering beast awakening after a long nap - the horizons lightened, light burning at the tips of the trees, painted a bloody crimson from the vermilion jaws of the fiery star. All around her, the ghostly cat could hear the camp beginning to stir; bushes rustled after the fading pawsteps of the dawn patrol, and the soft grumblings of her Clanmates beginning to awaken from another peaceful night's sleep.
Her lips curled, exposing glistening fangs to the morning air. Silken fur lay flat and sleek over her powerful body, displaying nothing of her her muscles had coiled in readiness to do battle, or how the rush of her heart had spread battle adrenaline through her paws. It was peaceful; too peaceful for her liking. Surely, the other Clans were plotting and scheming, already testing ShadowClan's boundaries for weaknesses - she had scared a few apprentices away from the boundary lines, just a few dawns ago.
A powerful leap forward, pivoting elegantly with undeniable feline grace, Ghostfeather had snapped and snarled viciously, and had scared them away. Their kit-soft fur had been sticking up in terror as they had fled - leaving nothing but a ghostly form behind, watching their retreat with burning amber eyes.
Perhaps, she would make a journey to the ThunderClan border. Those kittypets were always more muscle than brain, after all - relying too often on brute force rather than strategy, in her opinion. Ghostfeather blinked unfathomable pols of amber, snatching a mouse swiftly from the fresh-kill pile, before retreating to a sheltered area to ravenously consume her prey in peace.
Tag: @open
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 9:50:59 GMT -4
Amber eyes glittered from the depths of the shadows as the unknown watched the coming dawn. Lazing around in his favorite concealed area where he could observe and be past by without notice. This is how the russet male had spent his days, mornings, hours when not doing something useful. Lying in the shadows and observing the world.
Foxleap's sharp eyes caught movement from the shadows across camp and looked over calculatingly as he watched his fellow clanmate; like himself. Come from the shadows to grab something to eat.
A minuscule smile twitched at his lips as he recognized Ghostfeather. A detached shecat who loved battling. He hasn't talked often with her (frankly he hasn't talked much his entire life let alone to others) but he new some here and there about the ghostly cat.
Fox leap debated if he should go ver or not. He was an socially awkward guy who kept to himself. Did what he was told to by his superiors smoothly and accurately. But he sucked when it came to making friends.
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Post by flight on Jun 1, 2015 11:22:29 GMT -4
G H O S T F E A T H E R The prey-scent was heady. Rodent grasped firmly in powerful jaws, the she-cat slunk towards the shadows of the camp - the fringes, one might say. All the better to observe the goings-on of the Clan; warriors and apprentices would normally congregate near the fresh-skill pile for meals, to share tongues and gossip. Should one watch closely, a keen eye could spy various... cliques. Alliances, perhaps - Ghostfeather would watch for any discontent, for any sign of where the winds were blowing.
Through the strong prey-scent that was clogging her palette, the ghostly cat could sense the gaze of another. She swung her head around, burning amber pools scorching the air between the lanky tom, and herself - yellow eyes narrowed dangerously, a low rumble sounding deep in her chest. The insolent mousebrain! Had Foxleap nothing better to do than to stare vacantly at his Clanmates? No borders to patrol, no prey to catch?
She had not interacted much with him - the deathly-furred she-cat knew him only as a quiet, meek little thing. Lips curled in disgust, but she directed her paws towards the little mouse hiding in the shadows, prowling towards him. Would he run before she reached him? Her fluffy tail twitched - she almost wished he would. It would give her enormous satisfaction.
"Enjoying your morning, Foxleap?" Dulcet tones graced the tom's ears, as velveteen eyes burned with icy flames. Ghostfeather had dropped the mouse carelessly on the ground between them, freeing her lips to turn up into a mirthless smile - dark eyes boring into his own. Carelessly, she nudged her breakfast forward, wordlessly inviting the timid tom to take a bite. She wouldn't want him to starve, hiding in the shadows, after all. "I have never pegged you for an early riser."
Tag: @tsume
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 11:59:01 GMT -4
As usual the she-cat had noticed him. At least Shadowclan wasnt filled with thick skulled brats. He didn't move as the unhappy she-cat stalked towards him. He merely watched keenly. He had no reason to fear her. She hasn't attacked him, plus she was a clanmate. Of course he had no problem attacking right back if provoked. He responded to the greeting with a nod of his head. "Morning Ghostfeather." He replied softly. "Habit." Was all he said in response to her early rider comment. His amber eyes studying her expression and body language before glancing at the mouse that she had nudged his way but made no mce to take it. Instead he turned his gaze back at the white furred cat with a spark in his usually aloof expression. Did she think him incapable to get his own food? He doesn't share. Whether he grabs his own prey or has someone give up theirs. "And you? Ghostfeather, you are up just as early." He commented idly. flight
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Post by flight on Jun 1, 2015 12:18:30 GMT -4
G H O S T F E A T H E R Tilting her head, Ghostfeather studied the russet-furred tom. The ivory she-cat had sat down slightly more than a tail-length away from him, muscles deliberately relaxed and limb, fluffy tail curled neatly around her paws. A spark of irritation rose within the fiery warrior at Foxleap's nonchalant reply - no, not nonchalant. Utterly lacking reply. His words were just as bland as his personality, it appeared. The feeling roiled through her, boiling her blood - but none of these emotions showed within her unfathomable pools of amber.
But that just made it more of a challenge. The ghostly cat curled her lips up into a facsimile of a smile, a purr building in her voice, as she would slink forward a little, taking a dainty bite of her mouse, since he did not move to touch it. His loss. Such a boring life he must lead. Cowering within the shadows, simply waiting for others to approach him - what could Foxleap ever do with his life? Perhaps the tom liked that; to spend the rest of his pitiful existence taking orders, having others approach only when they wanted something from him.
The poor fool. Returning her attention to him, Ghostfeather swept her feathery tail across the grass-covered ground, tilting her head and locking icy pools with him, if he dared hold her gaze. Amber against amber, passion against... blankness? Studied nonchalance? Fangs gleamed in the pale sunlight, as the warrior would reply, with the tom's own words twisted against him. "Habit."
For a few heartbeats, Ghostfeather would deliberately turn away, surveying the awakening camp. Foxleap could be useful to her, perhaps. If she cultivated a better relationship with him - he was often overlooked, she would bet. An invaluable asset in times of need. "What are your plans for today?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 12:37:10 GMT -4
He didn't understand why she was slightly happy. His eyes narrowed at her a moment before he me tally shrugged. He's watch out for any tricks. Se was a sneaky one alright. Maybe that's why she had no friends. The poor humor made his lips turn into a rogue ish smirk. Turning his expression into something more dangerous and mysterious just by that one movement before he let it slip and schooled his expression. "Lets hope you get enough sleep then no?" He commented. "After all we wouldn't want miss sleeping beauty to have her spell reversed hmm?" He hummed lazily flicking his gaze around camp. The silence between them seemed empty as they both looked around the camp. What was he going to do today? That was a good question. He sighed with a thoughtful hum as he looked up at the lighting sky. "I don't know. Perhaps do something in the forest. There isn't much TO do to be frank with you." He stretched his lanky limbs tiredly. "Have you an idea Ghostfeather dear?" He raised an eye brow at her. (Can cats even do that ?....) flight
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