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Post by Gracie on Oct 12, 2006 20:54:21 GMT -5
Silently whipped the wind, dead leaves floating in the air as if to create a small whirl wind of sorts. It was an affable leaf-fall day, the sun was shining and the weather was quite nice, especially this late in the season. Soon one would barely be able to keep warm while huddled inside of their den, with the heat of many bodies to help keep them warm. Now was the time to enjoy the weather while it lasted, get every bit of good hunting in that you possibly could, and bulk up for the harsher monts to come ... or regret it later.
A small torbie broke through the barrier of tangled bracken and other clinging plants, and strode into the clearing, the many colors of her pelt reflecting the sunlight magnificantly. She padded confidently to the flat, gray rocks in which generations of cats before her soaked up all of the warmth the sun had to offer. She smiled, thinking of how many secrets these rocks held of her ancestors, but the smiled soon faded as she remembered that her parents were not from the Clans, her birth parents atleast.
She was known to all as Swirlingpaw, a beautiful apprentice of 6 moons, who lived life to its fullest. She loved others, and although she had one of the most unique pelts in the forest, did not love herself, nor did she hate herself. With her tail held erect, the pretty torbie settled onto a rock, stretching out lazly, thankfully soaking up the sun. |
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Post by traitorheart on Oct 14, 2006 9:25:30 GMT -5
||By any chance will she become Swirlingleaf? Burnscar is going to look for herbs here. Yeah.||
The ThunderClan medicine cat wasn't as beautiful as Swirlingpaw, yes, but what did it matter? As far as the white and ginger splotted she-cat was concerned, a pretty coat didn't necessarily keep the cold out.
Burnscar sniffed for herbs- more specifically, watermint, that was why she had come so close to the border. She padded towards the water's edge, nodding at Swirlingpaw before delicately ripping some herbs up by their roots, setting them down on a rock so she could get more.
If Burnscar were a typical medicine cat, she would be pondering the mysteries of StarClan, maybe reaching enlightenment or something. But Burnscar was not a typical medicine cat: she did not believe in StarClan, and she didn't exactly hide it, nor did she parade it. Just about every ThunderClan cat had a feeling the former kittypet doubted the warriors of StarClan, but she could still put up a show for the other medicine cats.
Right?
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Post by Gracie on Oct 15, 2006 0:23:43 GMT -5
OOC|| Nope, not Swirlingleaf. I'll reply for real when I'm not so tired ... lol.
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Post by Gracie on Oct 16, 2006 20:41:25 GMT -5
Eyes widening in surprise, the young torbie realized that she was no longer alone. She sat up stiffly, a bit alarm at how silently the cat had come upon her, but then again, its not as if she was actually expecting someone to come. She sniffed curiously at the medicine cat before padding over, watching interestedly as Burnscar as she delicately plucked strange plants from the earth. Swirlingpaw had always been quite interested in the duties of medicine cats, and watched them work whenever she got the chance.
What's that?
She asked, referring to the plant which now resided in the scarred feline's mouth. To Burnscar, she probably sounded completely idiotic, but the kind feline didn't care. She wanted to know, and as she found as a kitten, the only way to assertain information was to ask. Gracestar, her foster mother, always explained this to her when her sister, Spottedpaw, yelled at her for being so nosy. If a cat was frustrated by her interrogation of them, all they had to do was say so, and she would immediately back down. Swirlingpaw was the type of feline who hated confrontations, mostly in fear that StarClan would become angered. What right had she or any other cat to start a fight, and occasionally take the life of another? |
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Post by traitorheart on Oct 17, 2006 17:52:59 GMT -5
Burnscar coughed through the herbs, mewing in a muffled voice.
"Watermint. For bellyaches and such."
But it sounded more like:
"Waermin. Fo beehches a' suh."
She set the mouthful among it's pile of uprooted comrades, repeating the sentence more clearly.
||museless.||
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Post by Gracie on Oct 26, 2006 20:10:29 GMT -5
Interesting ...
Said the tiny she-cat, her eyes trained wonderously on the strange bundle of leaves which was stuffed into the medicine cat's mouth. How did she have such luck in finding herbs when she needed them? Sure, she would learn what the leaves or berries looked like.. but still, Swirlingpaw imagined it would be terribly hard to find things at times. Now the leaves had all changed colors and begun to fall, it was bizzare to her how anything could still grow, with the nights growing colder and colder.
Does StarClan lead you to find the herbs? [/center] |
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Post by traitorheart on Oct 27, 2006 10:57:02 GMT -5
Burnscar blinked. apparently Swirlingpaw still thought she believed in StarClan.
"Well... no," Burnscar mewed hesitantly. "They might for the other medicine cats, but... not me." She nervously shifted her paws.
||Burnscar kicked the crud out of Traitorheart for rping like crap today.||
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