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Oct 13, 2006 7:53:34 GMT -5
Post by Ren on Oct 13, 2006 7:53:34 GMT -5
Winterstar lounged in the corner of the factory, eyes half closed, tail twitching. She was cold and she was tired, and really she wanted nothing more than to be left alone to sleep a little.
It nagged at her that she hadn't yet sent out patrols to scout for hunting places outside of where they'd already looked, that there were several apprentices in need of new mentors after their old ones had been killed or had disappeared, that there were probably five or six cats waiting for her to stir so that they could plague her with their troubles. It also weighed very heavily that she hadn't yet chosen a new deputy...
Come on, Winterstar, she could hear her friends bugging her in her head. Quit moping already!
Soon, she told them, and closed her eyes. If a cat wanted something, they'd have to come out and ask it without her say-so.
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Oct 16, 2006 16:03:02 GMT -5
Post by Inuit on Oct 16, 2006 16:03:02 GMT -5
Icefang scanned the despairing shelter ThornClan had found, and felt a mixture of irritation and pity. He felt bad that Winterstar had been suddenly thrust into this mess without warning, but the least she could do was reassure her clan. His stomach growled painfully, a reminder he hadn't eaten in a while. Finally fed up with his leader's inactiveness, he got up and slid quietly out of the factory into a deserted alley.
Icefang warily looked around him, and, sensing no danger, padded into the open. Scenting the air, he wrinkled his nose at the acrid Twolegs stenches that engulfed his senses. The silver tabby managed to scout out rat that was hiding behind a few metal cans. Icefang quickly sprang and lashed out with dagger-like claws, instantly taking it's life. Suddenly weary of disease in the rat, he sniffed it closely, but nothing odd came to his nose, so he relaxed.
The tom hunted a bit longer, managing to find a scrawny black bird and a few more rats to take back to the factory. He dropped his catch in the middle of the floor, taking a rat for himself. Icefang ate it in few ravenous gulps, then sat down to wash his pelt.
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Oct 16, 2006 20:19:55 GMT -5
Post by Ren on Oct 16, 2006 20:19:55 GMT -5
The scent of prey finally made her crack open an eye. Awkwardly, trying to stay half unnoticed in the corner of the room, Winterstar stood and shook out her tabby pelt, then, seeing Icefang near the newly-restored pile - some queen had taken the last rat a bit earlier - padded over.
"You hunted?" she asked quietly. "Thanks."
Her tail twitched nervously and she glanced around, uncertain. "I should really set up a patrol, but I don't want to have to leave myself, and if you just went out and caught something..."
It was even more awkward to be asking the advice of a cat who wasn't even deputy, but - she didn't have a deputy, anyway. Yet.
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Oct 17, 2006 17:18:02 GMT -5
Post by Inuit on Oct 17, 2006 17:18:02 GMT -5
Icefang sighed inwardly, but nodded. "I'll go back out," he meowed, and padded out of the factory again. He managed to catch a mouse, a pigeon, and three rats. Icefang jammed his jaws full of the prey, and replenished the fresh-kill. He dipped his head to Winterstar as he passed by her, and lay down in a corner of the factory, tired from going out to hunt twice in a row. Icefang curled up in a tight ball, trying to repel the cold that threatened to seep in his fur without bedding.
Finally he managed to fall into a light sleep, so if there was an emergency, he would be able to wake up quickly without feeling too bleary.
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Oct 19, 2006 20:25:50 GMT -5
Post by Ren on Oct 19, 2006 20:25:50 GMT -5
The tabby she-cat shifted uncomfortably as Icefang returned.
You could have gone out, a little voice said to her she shook her head to be rid of it. There were too many cats that needed help in here, after all...
So why aren't you helping them? The voice turned scornful. Too scared? What can you do to make things worse? Why can't you try a little? Afraid they'll laugh at you? Afraid they'll hate you because you're not good enough? Well, let me tell you something. You can sit here and they'll definitely laugh and hate, or you can take that chance and maybe they won't. Make a choice now, because there sure isn't any cat that's going to tell you what to do, not anymore.
But, torn, anxious and confused, she could only shake her head like a fly was on it and burrow deeper into her fur.
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Nov 7, 2006 15:48:08 GMT -5
Post by Ren on Nov 7, 2006 15:48:08 GMT -5
The moon was full, and the she-cat had heard from other Clans that there would be a Gathering of sorts in the center of the Twolegplace. Winterstar flicked her tail, lifted her head, and called her cats together, then headed off for the Gathering.((Just posting this to let people know Winterstar's not in camp anymore. ((Where she is now and any other cats should be--> alleysecrets.proboards2.com/index.cgi?board=citycenter&action=display&n=1&thread=18 ))
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Nov 26, 2006 18:54:32 GMT -5
Post by Inuit on Nov 26, 2006 18:54:32 GMT -5
Icefang yawned and sat up. For a moment he didn't recognize the factory they had made their camp in, but it all came back in a flash. He sighed. He hadn't been chosen to go to the gathering, but he had sat watch until Winterstar and the rest of them had returned.
Icefang stretched and padded over to the small freshkill pile, and chose a skinny black bird. He devoured it in a few ravenous gulps, his hunger still not satisfied. The silver tabby tom decided to go hunting, and padded out of the abandoned building to scent the air for any sign of prey, besides rat. [/color][/center]
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Nov 27, 2006 9:37:50 GMT -5
Post by Ren on Nov 27, 2006 9:37:50 GMT -5
The Gathering had gone long, and not well. Conseqently, the tabby she-cat had slept late.
The she-cat stood and stretched, hardly opening her eyes. Cursed in her head as a tender paw-pad was cut by glass. Almost cursed out loud when she saw the bright golden light in bands where boards did not completely cover shattered windows.
It must be near sunhigh. Few cats remained within camp, and several of those few that did shot her sarcastic or irritated looks. She could almost hear their derision, and shrunk.
What to do, what to do...StarClan help me, there's too much to do...
Her stomach growled as a waft of air breezed the scent of freshkill her way, and were it possible she would have glared at the frustrating appendage.
Hunting patrols? There's probably already tons of them out, though...that's why there's no cats in camp...I should probably go on one, but if there's cats that need protecting in camp...
She really, really needed a deputy. She had no idea who to choose...and there was no one to ask anymore, no StarClan to guide her. If there was ever a time she needed Redstar more...
Going in circles and circles.
((But no one's applied for deputy and I'm having trouble thinking of what to do with her elsewise. xD I'll figure something out, here...
((I'm also hoping someone will eventually reply at the Gathering so I know what happened to Winterstar. o-O))
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Nov 29, 2006 21:06:32 GMT -5
Post by Inuit on Nov 29, 2006 21:06:32 GMT -5
Icefang had caught only a tiny mouse so far. Now he had his eyes riveted on a plump raven. It was the fattest thing he'd seen, besides the rats, and he couldn't waste this chance. Slowly he inched forward, holding his breath as he came within a whisker length away. Then the tom sprang, but as he did so, one of his paws slid and scattered a pile of broken glass. The tinkling sound seemed to explode in the quiet alley, and the raven let out a loud alarm call as it rose into the air and glided off.
Icefang yowled in rage, not being able to contain his anger and disappointment. He pulled a few slivers of glass from his paw, muttering darkly, and slipped out of the alley in hopes of finding more prey... [/size][/center]
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Dec 1, 2006 15:16:04 GMT -5
Post by Ren on Dec 1, 2006 15:16:04 GMT -5
((rawr. I can't think of anything to post. Maybe later...))
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Dec 3, 2006 20:38:53 GMT -5
Post by Inuit on Dec 3, 2006 20:38:53 GMT -5
Icefang blinked, narrowing his eyes as bright sunlight filled the streets. He hadn't been out of the long alley before, and was surprised by the noise. Monsters roared by, and Twolegs swarmed in loud, bustling crowds. Quickly he darted between the many pairs of legs, and finally found another alley to slip into.
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Icefang returned to the old factory, a robin and two mice clamped in his den. The other alley had had a bit more prey, and in front of a Twoleg den he'd found a lagre row of bushes that smelled of prey. He dropped them into the fresh-kill pile, then padded over to Winterstar. Icefang dipped his head, and sat down. "Winterstar, I found a few good places to hunt. There's another alley not far from here, and in front of a Twoleg den there's a row of bushes. They both seem to have prey in them, as in birds and mice, not rats." [/center][/size]
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Post by Ren on Dec 5, 2006 9:10:16 GMT -5
Winterstar blinked, then eagerly stood, grey-banded tail flicking.
"That's wonderful news!" she meowed in earnest. "Can you show me where?"
((This is probably my worst post of all time or something...I was sick last night and I'm still a little light-headed so yeah...n-n; ))
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Dec 13, 2006 18:30:21 GMT -5
Post by Inuit on Dec 13, 2006 18:30:21 GMT -5
Icefang nodded. "Of course." He padded out of the factory, and down the alley to step cautiously out from the shadows and onto a hard Twoleg path. Twolegs passed in loud groups, not even glancing in the cats' direction. "One of them's this way," he meowed, and started down the path. Icefang stopped when he reached the front of a tall building with Twolegs occasionally walking in or out of it. He flicked his tail toward a long row of thick bushes. "There were lot of finches in them, and a few mice nests." He said. [/center][/size] ((Meep! Sorry I haven't been on much lately.))
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