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Post by ACE! the cannibal on Nov 29, 2011 20:49:13 GMT -5
One would think the duty would straighten her. Would allow the lackadaisical leopard to man up and take her duties as a leader seriously. But no, that wasn't the way Wrenstar rolled. Nope, after moons of being in her position she was still as lay as ever. In some ways, it was comforting. The cats would know that under pressure she would not change nor bow to please anyone but at the same time, surely unsettling to have a leader who didn't want to take any responsibility for her duties? Well, it was both a win-lose situation with the current position that Wrenstar was in. If you thought some of LeopardClan was annoyed, you had yet to hear the words of Wrenstar herself.
She was honored that the passing leader, Fallingstar had chosen her, of all people to take his spot. Greatful, truly greatful that she was given a chance to prove herself, not only to the other three clans, but her own and perhaps even StarClan. Her eight lives experience caused her to see her mother, refresh the memory of her laughter, but also be ripped apart by the feelings of protection that her mother had experienced in the last moments before entering the flanks of StarClan. But there was also the constant nagging worry of her father's return, the whispers of blood that would cause her to kick in her empty den. Her lonely thoughts about Loudpaw, and where on earth or StarClan he could be. Then there was the constant nagging to do better, to be better which agitated her to no end.
She was trying not to disappear into the forest too much, you had to give Wrenstar credit, she was trying. So rather than let herself lounge in the branches of her favourite tree, she took to hunting in silence, just enjoying the sound of her paws against the forest floor and the labor of her breathing. No one riding her back, just Wrenstar and the wild.
She was chasing after a small mouse, it would do nothing but fill the stomach of a kit but it was the first that had darted out from underneath her nose. She hated chasing mice as an apprentice. They were so tiny and meager that she saw no point in truly chasing and usually ran to sleep in the bushes. With her paw the size of three mice, it was particularly diificult to catch one and not completely crush it.
Black claws extending, she stepped on it's tail, lunging down as it rebounded back at the force, nipping it's neck. Pathetic. Frowning, she turned and dropped the mouse in the crook of the tree, repeating the hunting action until she had captured a rabbit and two other mice. She sat, her heart pounding underneath her coat, stilll frowning. What a pathetic looking pile.
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Post by moo the quacking cow on Dec 5, 2011 23:25:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x399/Havocinthenight/Moo-Corrupttablemiddle.png]Despite how the pile of small game looked pathetic to such a highly esteemed cat, Ashheart was admiring it from afar. He was always nervous about approaching Wrenstar -- despite how laid back his leader was, Ashheart never felt quite worthy enough to be in her presence... she had done a lot for him by merely letting him into her ranks, let alone allowing him to be a medicine cat. His bushy tail swished behind him in apprehension as the pile grew steadily in game. He lowered his head and stared humbly. He had never been the best hunter, either... he was quite a failure as a predator in general. He always felt sorry for the lives he took, but when he was introduced to the religion of the warriors and of starclan, he thanked them every time he killed for the sake of food. Maybe he was just too loyal to the warrior code. He was gullible, he wouldn't let himself stray from the rules unless Wrenstar herself said that he needed to.
Wrenstar paused in her hunting spree, staring with disdain at her pile of food. Ashheart took this moment to step forward, keeping his posture as respectful and submissive as possible. It didn't matter if she was a joker and a laid back cat or not... even if she wasn't the leader. He treated all cats the same, as everyone in his eyes was above himself. "P-perhaps y-you sh-should r-rest, leader... I've f-finished m-my duties and c-could attempt hunting i-if you'd like," he stammered gently, barely blinking as he stepped closer to her. "Although I'm n-not s-sure if I'd e-even make a f-fair c-contribution t-to that."
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Post by ACE! the cannibal on Dec 8, 2011 18:14:18 GMT -5
She whipped around, heart pounding in circular ears. One part of her brain was screaming for attack, ATTACK but she managed, just this once, a cool head. Head held high, her tail swept at her heels as she let loose the breath she had been holding. So caught up in her tormented chasing, she hadn't realized she had being watched. She narrowed her eyes, stepping forward. How long had she been watched? And godamned her senses for not picking up his prescence sooner. She was quite ready, her furiousity, anger and overall irritation building in her stomach, overloading her system. But just when she thought she was at her tipping point, she slumped her shoulders and shrugged.
Ol' Ashy, the medicine cat. Wrenstar. Wrenstar. No need for stupid fancy title."
[/color] She sighed, looking in anguish at the meager pile for slumping by the oppisite tree trunk, looking at the white one. Silver and grey, he could be a warrior. A predator. She had seen the scars that lined his back, vicious burns that she could only imagine in pain. But what he had in looks, he lacked in heart. He was no predator, but a pacifist. Wrenstar was a little taken back by Ashheart's, muttering. She wasn't entirely sure how to react to the medicine cat's offer. How would the leader before her react? What would he say or do? "No need for your efforts. You are our.. uh.. medicine cat and therefore, I don't expect you contribute to uhh.. your.. our.. pile."[/color] She twitched, not completely sure where her sentence, her answer was going.
"What are you doing out of camp anyway?"[/color] She switched the tides of their conversations, drawing away from the poor reaction to the medicine cat's offer. She turned to her paws, stretching the claws into the dirt. Yeah, she could do better with being more social.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by moo the quacking cow on Dec 9, 2011 0:40:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,300,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x399/Havocinthenight/Moo-Corrupttablemiddle.png]Wrenstar seemed frightened at first, making Ashheart's ears fall back in a silent apology. He would get startled constantly for practically no reason at all... a mouse could scare him. So he knew how it felt, which made him only feel bad. Perhaps his quiet demeanor was something that was harmful rather than good. His fluffed tail curled delicately around his paws, his claws digging into the ground below from his apprehension. His ear twitched a little as his leader began to calm down, allowing him in return to do the same. "M-my apologies... I c-can't h-help being f-formal." He spoke with a light smile, his ears twitching backwards once again out of embarrassment. If Wrenstar didn't know any better, she might think his nerves were coming from some sort of fear of the she-cat, but Ash was fairly sure that she understood that this was just how he was with everyone.
His tail tip twitched a little bit as she stared in confusion at him. She seemed to be wrestling with something... did he offend her? His eyes widened and his mouth immediately opened to protest. "N-not that y-you c-can't do it o-on your own, Wrenstar! I-I-I just -- I uh -- u-urh..."
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[/color] He winced a little and curled up slightly -- look at him, stammering like some lovesick tom. He was no warrior, indeed... in fact, he was barely even a medicine cat. He was the weakest link in Leopardclan. Wrenstar spoke haltingly, making Ashheart look back up from the ground and tilt his head. Why did she seem to falter? He didn't really get much one on one time with her whenever he saw her. She was usually so busy... perhaps that was why. They were both clearly out of their element. "I u-understand. I c-can always h-help w-with anything e-else if necessary... it... it's only f-fair to r-repay you f-for th-the help you've given me."[/color] He bowed his head again, his pale eyes darting behind him to his back, the scars mapping a testament of Wrenstar's help. He blinked and looked back at the clan leader and gave a light shrug. "E-everyone wh-who was wounded i-is recovering a-and asleep right now... s-sometimes th-there are s-stenches that g-get to me. I w-wanted s-some fresh air."[/color] He grimaced a little. Yes, the pus filled wounds and the stench of bile tended to wear him down after a while. Damn his sensitive nose. [/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -WORDS idk
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