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Post by Cookie -n- Cream on Jan 9, 2008 22:30:18 GMT
Pointed on three ends rounded at the bottom. One stalk began floating down carrying the pointed little maple leaf behind it. It landed firmly on the soft white powdery snow. The snow had crystals that bounced light off of them in the depth of the evening. Before the moon began to seep up into the blue depths of the sky. With a valiant effort on behalf of the leaf, the wind blew it but barely lifted it into the sky before the weight of the snow collapsed. It was this kind of weather that made the clan cats crave the sultry heat of the salty summer. But now it could not be helped. Lime green eyes the size of your thumb nail shot open. And a blackened and brown she cat glanced up licking her black and then her white paw. She hated the winter. It was a repulsive season. It made your fur prickle and your breath smog. She hated how you’d get goose bumps, and how you’d get goop in your eyes once you woke up, and as soon as you stepped out of the nursery it would freeze and fall all crusty in your eyes.
She shook her fur and took a breath in. There was one good thing about the air… it cleaned you out. It made you relax weather you wanted it to or not. Right now all she wanted to do is collapse and wish that she could wake up in the next few moons. She looked at a small puddle. She tried to push it but instead of it rippling like she thought all it did was break and get her paw stuck in its depths.
She then walked dreadfully to the entrance of camp. It was sad that it had to be like this, after all, her clan did what it could all day, and instead of being rewarded all year round, or instead of just being left alone, StarClan decided to torment them with the fluctuating changes. Tons of food in the summer, and no food in the winter. It was like playing catch with a pompous dog and never giving it the ball, tormenting. She daintily let each paw slip down and she hit the next level of the marsh slipping quietly back into camp. It wasn’t like she needed to be quiet, no one cared about her any way. She landed on the next level with a thump and walked over to the fresh kill pile, she figured that she’d try to make amends for being such a reject in her clan, so why not feed them by distributing the food huh?
She found the largest prey, a grouse, and dragged it over to the nursery. It was normally hard for a kit such as her to drag a grouse… they were big rather large creatures, and a kit would have to yank and pull and it would take forever, but one Greenkit was stronger, because of her traumatic experience, and the grouse was actually smaller then her… Leaf bare = fox dung. They deserved most of it, the nursery did, the rest of the kits, the queens… the lot of them. Then she found another pretty good sized piece of prey and carried it quickly over to the medicine cats den. Once she dropped it off she took a step outside and sat down, looking as if it were her duty to sit their and do nothing more… she really did have nothing else to do… just one kit, or apprentice… one! Why couldn’t she have one good friend.
Greenkit’s two large lime green eyes narrowed. It was not normal when she would sit alone in front of an empty den. She took in a breath and blew out pushing a few flecks of snow off of her chest. She blinked twice before standing and shaking her fur. She was not a river clan cat, and her pelt was not water resistant. The air was cold, but seemed to strain through her fur and make her even colder as it soaked her pale skin. Her black nose was wet but ever moving as new scents often wafted over, and her uncontrollable whiskers continued to shake off the fur. She licked her lips quickly, hoping not to release any moisture or it would surly freeze and chafe. She moaned more bored then she’d been for moons. She looked at her brown mixed black fur and then at the medicine cats den. “I’m sure she’d prefer me gone… But I’m not so sure she would rather me doing any thing else.” She sigh slightly. This had been the first motion made by Greenkit for moons. As a kit all she had ever done so far was lie their abandoned and cold in the corner of the nursery, her spell of Green Cough enough to drive all the cats away from her for life. Any thing else would be the same, sleeping away, not eating... she did barely any of these things any more, they just consumed time and released nothing. She glanced at her paws and watched as her claws opened out stretched and closed leaving deep depressions in the snow below.
She had lost track of time, maybe it had only been a moon, or maybe two… she didn’t know. She coughed as she wondered how many moons she’d been alive… and she was still counting the days… She was alive right? And that was all Green cough had ever tried to do… take away that life. She’d never been to a gathering, and she probably wouldn’t be first pick any way, so why would she pay attention to what moon it was? She was never going to get the respect that her family had already deprived her of since her near death experience. She blinked. Her stubborn side had been triggered by this thorning thought, as well as her easily annoyed side. The Cough was going to push it soon and that would be her demise… unless she were smart about it. She trusted not the good natured and good will he was trying to provide, she only cared that she was almost bored to death and no one cared. “Your right though.” She mewed as if she had been mumbling to herself in secrecy. Her eyes were a sharp piercing color, maybe more so then your usual green. The deep lime color seemed to get sharper as she slimmed her pupils and narrowed her brows.
She rolled her eyes quickly looking away from him and glancing off into space as if watching the little crystal items flutter down from Silverpelt itself… Bah, Silverpelt… Silverpelt never cared enough to save Greenkit, why should she refer to something as beautiful as snow to Silverpelt! It was the cold air that she would blame Silverpelt for. Leafbare, the deadly combination of snow, cold air, and green cough. It was only her first season, and yet she hated it so. She sniffed the air. Why did it really have to be like this? Huh? Did she have to live with the cruelty and taunting for the rest of her life? ‘I’m sure I could find something for you to do.’ She thought in her head in a mocking tone.
She just wanted to wait.. maybe a warrior would come along and start saying that. Then she could explain to the warrior that she wasn’t allowed to leave the nursery, that no one cared about her, and that she’s had greencough since birth. Oh Great! How would that be? Hi! My name is Greenkit, and I’ve been sick for three moons…. It’s a highly contagious disease so why not just stick around and play with me! … she rolled her eyes, yeah right, they’d just walk away like the rest of ShadowClan had.
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Post by oO . flare . Oo on Jan 12, 2008 16:31:25 GMT
A loud 'oof!' sounded a little outside the camp. A couple cats ran out to the entrance, murmering quietly and avoiding Greenkit. Poor kit. She seemed pretty lonely and unappreciated. Unlike one of the warriors of ShadowClan. He was pretty dangerous... Evil... Fierce... Deadly... The list goes on.
Two cats were dragging another warrior into camp. Other cats ran out of their dens and tried to see who it was over the heads of others. Everyone was yowling.
"Who is it over there?"
"Isn't that Dread?"
"Dread? Who's that?"
"Dread! You must know him!"
"I don't remember!"
"Ashfire!"
"I'm always forgetting things! Is he alright?
"Ashfire! You alright?"
The yowls and growls continued on, and then a snarling voice answered. "I'll be fine as long as you shut your trap." The tail flickered and then growled again, "Get back to your jobs." Though he wasn't deputy, Ashfire was honoured like one, and most of his commands were obeyed. Really, what type of cat obeys orders from a twenty three moon old warrior?
As the others went back to their duties, Ashfire sat down and looked around. He saw a few apprentices playfighting, then abandoning the fight to go outside the camp. One cat came up him, not frightened of him. The Medicine Cat. Apprentice to be exact.
"Um, Ashfire, are you alright? What happened?"
The small voice calmed him a little, and so he spoke. "I saw... Bone..." Bone was dead. He died in the BloodClan battle. Before SkyClan was found. He was Deputy, and type of ancestor of Ashfire's. The thought of seeing him scared him. The Medicine Cat apprentice opened her mouth, but Ashfire cut across them. "I don't care about what you say. Leave me alone NOW." The apprentice shot off to the den, scared.
Ashfire quietly recollected his thoughts. He was out hunting, and then he walked into a glade, one he didn't know, then he saw Bone. It was the first time he saw the relative outside a dream... Scared, Dread had run back to the camp. About a few fox lengths away, he had tripped over a tree root. Pain flashed across his face as he remembered how he landed on his paw and saw Bone next to him.
He saw a kit, then fumbled around his mind for a name. Yellowkit? Whitekit? He definately knew it was a colour name. Ashfire tried searching for a history of her. Greencough? Then this was certainly little Greenkit! The only kit in ShadowClan, perhaps all the Clans, to have survived Greencough!
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 13:55:08 GMT
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