We Are Who We Are

[Mara]

hear me talk. hear my think.

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Silence. Just. Silence. The day was hot and the sun had reached its peak, scorching the earth and everything exposed. A single soul hung out in the open as she searched for something. But what was she looking for? Water. Her powerful jaws opened to let the scents around her flood her glands. Water was near, she could smell it. As a lioness looking out for her clan, she moved with speed. Her heart pumped energy to her legs, allowing her to move quickly. She had a large leaf in her mouth and it curved naturally. It would hold plenty of water. Her name was Whitestorm, and she was a beauty to look at. She moved with both power and grace. Beautiful. Finally, she heard the gurgling of a steam. She slowed her pace, her large paws making her stop clumsy. She stumbled and nearly fell over, but she regained her balance and let the leaf drop to the ground. Carefully, she edged the leaf toward the stream and let its tip dip into the cooling water. Slowly, it filled to its rim and Whitestorm picked it up carefully. Some of the water swished out and the white lioness growled with frustration. She ran to camp, light on her paws, and spilled, surprisingly, very little water. As Whitestorm entered camp, she veered toward the leader's den and stepped inside confidently. She laid the leaf gently on the ground by his nest and sat on her hind legs, using her forepaws to steady the leaf so it wouldn't fall over and spill its contents. Satisfied, Whitestorm made her way into the clearing and lounged on a large rock, letting the sun's scorching rays sink into her ivory fur.

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[atrb=background,http://oi40.tinypic.com/21b2547.jpg] Tired from training with boisterous young Sunpaw, Elkwhisker padded into camp with his head low and tongue lolling from parted jaws. The sun bore down heavily on his back, thick mane preventing the escape of the immense heat and multiplying its effects. The male stopped in his tracks, gazing around the rocky surroundings at his clanmates. Those collected in camp didn’t seem to be doing much of anything but lazing around. Laying around, now doesn’t that sound nice. Dropping his eyes back to the ground beneath his massive paws, he continued forward, headed for the center of the area. He arrived and fell to the dirt, sprawling out on his side to soak up the sunshine in a more reasonable fashion than training. Elkwhisker’s eyes drooped shut, and drowsiness began to grip him with an unbearable strength pulling at the seams of reality. The hopes of slumber fluttered out of reach as the dull thuds of paws grew louder. A flick of the tail indicated Elkwhisker’s irritation. His ears rotated backward to listen to the approaching clanmate. The size not being enough to identify the Lion, the male’s nose began to puff as he smelled the air. Immediately identifying the cat as Whitestorm, the warrior’s eyes flung open and his head sprung up to watch his friend carry a leaf into the leader’s den. He huffed to his paws, grunting as he sauntered in the female’s direction. Without hesitation, he continued in the same direction and pace as he watched her take residence on a large rock. Content with the ground, he plopped down at its base. “Hey,” he mumbled to his friend as his rump hit the solid dirt. The two were fairly close, and Elkwhisker enjoyed the companionship of a female. Surrounded by many immature males, himself included, it was enlightening to speak to a much different perspective every once it while. Maybe it was memory of his sister Karah that sprouted his keenness of this particularly confident lioness. Either way, she was a good friend, and he enjoyed talking with her. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Whitestorm, Sunpaw TAGGED 352 WORDS Took me forever to make this table -.- NOTES Pretty good MUSE

[Mara]

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[atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/t8oyo6.jpg] Her day was perfect. She had gone on two patrols and hunted once. She had a fully belly and nobody was bothering her! For once. Just then, a voice intruded on her dreams of chasing a fox from the nursery and out of LionClan territory. She was so close to catching it! “Hey,” That voice. It interrupted her dozing. Her only break all day. She laid on the rock a moment longer before, fast as lightning, throwing herself at Elkwhisker. She landed beside him and threw her weight toward the tom, hoping to knock him onto the ground. Quickly, she rolled him over and stood over him with her forepaws on her throat, her claws just poking the skin under his mane gently. "Why, oh why, do you disturb the sleeping lioness? Don't you know that I could very easily take your life?" She growled menacingly. After a moment of glaring at the tom, her eyes softened and she purred with amusement. Leaping off Elkwhisker to let him get up, she looked at him with an expression that rarely anyone received from this cold lioness. Affection. She and Elkwhisker might as well of been siblings. They were best friends, and they were very close friends. She prodded him playfully in the side. "Well get up, tough guy!" She prodded him again and sighed. A flash of gold caught her eye and she looked up to see Swiftstep... No, Swiftstar... heading toward the medicine den. She looked at him closely and saw, on the right side of his face, four long, broad scars. She snorted with disgust. "Yeah, hide in the medicine den. You have no right to the leader's den." She muttered under her breath, struggling to hold back a snarl of distrust. As if he had read her thoughts, Swiftstar stopped and looked at her, his head held high and his eyes calm, challenging her to speak against him. She lifted her lips and growled, her eyes flashing with hatred. Swiftstar smirked, as if this amused him, and moved on. Whitestorm snorted and rolled her eyes with irritation. Tagged;; Elkwhisker Word Count;; 365 Background Song;; Best Friends - Theme Song to Fantasy Factory Notes;; Complete

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[atrb=background,http://oi40.tinypic.com/21b2547.jpg] He had already begun daydreaming about the pleasant conversation he assumed was coming, his guard being down, if not simply non existent. His previously tense muscles relaxed the instant his thigh connected with the ground, and he had no idea the force that would barrel towards him moments after. A jolt of fear rushed through his veins as he tumbled on the hard ground, his thick hide his only protection from the small stones piercing his sides with every roll. Elkwhisker's vision was blurred by the thick mane whirring in front of his eyes, blocking him from viewing his attacker. Only after he lay back flat on the earth, claws tickling at his exposed throat did he come to realize that it was Whitestorm, one of his best friends, who had pummeled a big brute like himself so easily to a deadly position. The two were nearly inseparable at times, and had the most invigorating discussions Elkwhisker could even dream of. Even with her confidence being an irritant, there wasn't another cat in the clan he would rather trust his life with. It was a wonder they weren't mates, but the lion thought of the lioness more as a sister. She filled the void left in his heart by Karah, his beloved blood-sister that he'd lost. His jaws parted, about to utter a playful insult, but she beat him to the first remark. A wide grin spread across his muzzle as he licked at her paws in reply, a show of affection he shares with his closest friends. He remained pinned to the ground even after she had removed herself, but his eyes stayed glued on the lioness, and he caught the love glimmering in her eyes. He flinched as a large paw batted him in the side, and a playful growl rumbled low in his stomach. He stayed frozen in his spot just long enough to make his burst of energy a surprise to his playmate. He swiftly flipped onto his feet, beating at her shoulder with heavy paws. Disappointment washed the joy from the male's expression when he noticed the lioness had pulled her attention from him, and now appeared to be focused on the leader, Swiftstar. 'Just leave him be,' he thought to himself, feeling the level of tension rise to great amounts. Chocolate eyes fell to the ground, Elkwhisker trying to avoid confrontation, however it seemed Whitestorm wouldn't have it. Shock arose in the male as he listened to the snarling coming from his friend. His head snapped up at her words, "Whitestorm!" he blubbered. "Let's be going..." he promptly trotted between the leader and the warrior, nudging his friend to drop it and follow him. He shook his head at the situation, hoping it wouldn't end up biting him in his rear. Head down, he continued towards the edge of camp in hopes that the lioness was on his tail. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - whitestorm TAGGED 509 WORDS c: NOTES solid MUSE

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YELLOWFANG

[/i][/color] Asked the lion casually, looking briefly at where Whitestorm and Elkwhisker were. He hadn't much else to do and curiosity would get the better of him on any day; however in more obvious situations he may steer clear of asking any insensitive or rude questions to any clanmate. [/ul]

[ notes; 182 words | got muuuse but i'm a bit rusty with roleplay | tagged: swiftstar ]

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