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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #BB4E6A solid, bTable] [style=float: left; width: 200px; height: 200px; border: #E3E3E3 solid 5px;][/style][style=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -7px; font-size: 60px; text-align: center; color: #000;]☼ sunshine[/style] [style=font-size: 8px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; TEXT-ALIGN: CENTER; margin-top: -20px; color: #000;]YOU CAN BE MY[/style] [style=height: 400px; width: 250px; padding: 10px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: arial; background-color: #fff; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; margin-top: -12px; color: #000;]Sundown was approaching fast, the large glowing sun in the sky slowly sinking down past the tops of the trees, sunlight dappling the ground of the forest in a pale ember glow where it broke through the canopy of leaves. Many of the clan would be returning back to the camp to share tongues and eat their fair share of fresh kill after a long day of hunting and patrolling, but one cat had yet to returning to the comforting dip in the earth that she called her home, instead she was stalking through the tall grass that surrounded the abandoned twoleg place, her mouth slightly parted to drink in the scent of prey. When her hunting patrol had decided to head back home with their collection of caught food, Redberry had decided to stay behind and though the head of her patrol was reluctant, he urged the she-cat to just come home before the darkness settled. So the tortoiseshell remained behind at the strange structure that lay in their territory, with every intention to get in a little more time to practice and train, to make the most of the remaining heartbeats of sunlight. Prowling forward on soft small paws, the tortoiseshell crept forward as she caught sight of a rather skinny mouse, the little brown creature nibbling something that it held firmly in its little claws, looking desperate to eat. Making sure to remain as quiet as possible, Redberry continued forward until she felt satisfied with the distance between herself and her possible catch, the wind blowing her scent behind her. Crouching there for a heartbeat longer, Redberry then pounced, her forepaws outstretched so they slammed down on the shocked mouse, the little creature giving out a last feeble squeak of horror before the warrior neatly nipped its neck with her teeth, killing the creature under her paws. A small spark of happiness ignited within Redberry’s chest as she gently picked up the mouse in her jaw and carried it over to the nearest tree, dropping it and scratching some dirt over the creature so she could collect it later to take back to her clanmates. She was pleased that she had caught something but she wondered how she could have caught it better… maybe if she had leapt a little sooner? At least her clan would have a good meal tonight, that was all that mattered, correct? Still, even though she had buried that one mouse and a blackbird thus far, Redberry still didn’t want to go back to the camp in the hollow, instead her paws remained firmly planted beside the old twoleg nest. She wanted to stay here just a little bit longer… maybe to practice her warrior duties a little more but there was little she could practice on her own, sadly. Tail tip giving a little flick, Redberry decided not to let her solitude get her down and ruin the ability to practice, she could do alright by herself, it was just coming up with something creative to try. Olive green eyes eyed a thick looking tree near the twoleg nest for a moment, before deciding that maybe she should practice her tree climbing and attacking from above. Those tactics were always useful when another clan attacked the forest that ThunderClan claimed as their own and also useful if a squirrel managed to dart up a tree. So, bunching her hunches up as she crouched close to the ground, Redberry leaped up towards the thick trunk of the tree, her claws digging into the bark as she scrambled up the tree, pulling her weight until she managed to climb onto a branch with some effort. “Well that could have been more graceful…” The she-cat thought to herself as she stood on the bare branch, gazing down at the forest floor below her. All that was left to do was either climb higher… or practice her aim for when she leaped off the branch. Leaning down, she had every intention to jump down and hopefully hit a distinctive clump of grass but the sight of movement stopped her, the tortoiseshell perking her ears up, attempting to hear and see who was approaching.[/style] [style=width: 200px; float: left; margin-top: -305px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 8px;] 694 WORDS WORDS WORDS FIRST POST, HUZZAH! FEEL FREE TO JUMP IN MY LOVELY THUNDERCLANNERS. <3 RABBIT HEART - FLORENCE + THE MACHINE ---------------- CREDIT[/style]

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Waspwhisker could hear his bones pop as he rose from the warmth of his nest. The aged warrior wasn’t what he used to be and was one apprentice away from retiring to the safety of the elder’s den. Despite his aching joints, the small ShadowClan tom wore a smile and purred to any and all he passed trotting across the clearing. He was met with a few worried glances once they’d realized he was leaving camp alone. Some of his fellow Clanmates were wary of his senses and didn’t very much like the idea of him going out on his own. They knew not to mention it to him, of course. Waspwhisker was very determined to act like he was a youthful as ever and having to have an escort out of camp certainly wasn’t what he meant. “Evening at last,” he called out happily to the sunrise patrol that was just getting in. “Waspwhisker, we’re just about to share tongues. Shouldn’t you stay in camp?” One of them asked, fixing the old tom with a stare. The ginger and white splotched warrior chuckled and shook his head.

“Not when there’s night hunting to be done!” He rasped, leaving them with a nod. He padded out of camp with his ears pricked and his mouth open. It was certainly getting chilly out. Ruffling his fur, the ShadowClan cat stopped at something of a crossroads. Where he visited this evening was very much up to him, he just couldn’t make up his mind. With a huff, the warrior made his way to the abandoned twoleg place: where a very small strip of land belonged to ShadowClan. Though it was miniscule, the large twoleg structure would block with wind that was picking up. As he stood at the border between ThunderClan and his own, a scent filled his nose. There was a ThunderClan cat nearby. The wind, a light breeze now, had the old tom confused as to where, but a scuffle in the trees allowed him to glance up and see her. “Are ye stuck up there?” He called, curiously padding to the very edge of the scent line. He paused and his face pinched in thought. After a moment, he chuckled and smiled. “I forget. Ye ThunderClanner’s like to live in trees n’ whatnot. Well, ello!”[/style][/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #BB4E6A solid, bTable] [style=float: left; width: 200px; height: 200px; border: #E3E3E3 solid 5px;][/style][style=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -7px; font-size: 60px; text-align: center; color: #000;]☼ sunshine[/style] [style=font-size: 8px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; TEXT-ALIGN: CENTER; margin-top: -20px; color: #000;]YOU CAN BE MY[/style] [style=height: 400px; width: 250px; padding: 10px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: arial; background-color: #fff; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; margin-top: -12px; color: #000;]To say the least, Redberry was not expecting the source of the movement and noise to be from the neighbouring Shadowclan territory and as soon as the elderly tom spoke up, the slender tortoiseshell shifted her body on the branch to face him. Olive eyes widened by a fraction as she caught sight of him standing by the border, a sudden mixture of different emotions stirring within her from fear that the other warrior was potentially hostile and she would have to fight him on her own and caution, that maybe he wasn’t here alone. Scenting the air, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of the Shadowclan cat, Redberry felt her muscles relax when she couldn’t smell anyone else. It was just him and from the sound of his voice and his relaxed body, she guessed that he wasn’t here on hostile business and was in fact, here for probably innocent reasons. Redberry mentally scolded herself for worrying that the tom was up to something, of course he wasn’t, not if he was all by himself but she remained cautious all the same, just in case. “I hope not, that would be embarrassing for a ThunderClan cat, right? To get stuck on the first branch!” Bunching her muscles, Redberry leaped down from her perch when she was satisfied she couldn’t smell or see any other ShadowClan cats and landed with ease on the forest floor. Her tone was in good nature, as it often was, yet though she made a guess the other clan cat meant no harm, she didn’t get too close to the border, instead standing by the tree she had just jumped out of and watching him from a slight distance. The tortoiseshell recognised the elderly tom from gatherings of the past and when patrols accidently checked their boarders at the same time, Waspwhisker, wasn’t it? Redberry wasn’t a cat to forget those that she had previously met, even if it was on name basis. “Waspwhisker, correct?” She chimed out with a slight tilt of the head, her tail low in a relaxed posture as she acknowledged the tom. “Is there something I can do for you, it’s not often that we see our neighbours coming right up to the border?” The tortoiseshell meant it in the most polite way possible but inwardly, she hoped that he wasn’t here for trouble. Still, the she-cat took a small step forward and kept her posture tall. She had no reason to be rude to a cat who was making talk across the border, currently Waspwhisker was doing no harm but she reminded herself that if he took a few more paw steps, she’d have to make sure to knock him back into his own territory one way or another. She may be a social feline and would be civil to other clans, but she was still loyal to ThunderClan and would have to make sure he understood she wouldn’t allow any funny business. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, she was sure the older warrior would know better anyway. [/style] [style=width: 200px; float: left; margin-top: -305px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 8px;] 510 WORDS WORDS WORDS HULLO, TELL ME A STORY OLD MAN! <3 LINES - LUCY ROSE ---------------- CREDIT[/style]

[WASPWHISKER]

[style=width:350px; height:20px; background-color:#333333; color:#ffffff; font-family:georgia; font-size:9px; letter-spacing:1px;line-height:40px; text-align:center;] [/style] [style=width:330px; background-color:#cccccc; overflow:auto; color:#000000; padding:10px; text-align:justify;][style=width:330px; text-align: justify;][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 130%; text-align: justify;]Waspwhisker gave another raspy chuckle once he noticed the look she was giving him. He had to squint to see the ThunderClan cat, but he could tell from her voice she female. And apparently wasn’t preparing to leap from the tree and attack him. He wasn’t stressing about being so close: he’d lived seasons upon seasons. He knew what the borderline smelled like. It would be embarrassing for a ThunderClan cat to-? “I wouldn’t say embarassin. I probably wouldn’t make it up the trunk, matter o’ fact. I think yer tree climbin skills are mighty impressive.” He purred, drawing a paw over his ear. He flicked his gaze up when he heard the branches start to rustle again. As he watched her jump down to the ground, the elderly tom could’ve gasped in astonishment. His old bones wouldn’t be able to handle that sort of bouncing anymore. Feeling comfortable around the she-cat, Waspwhisker plopped his rump in the ferns. His bobbed-tail twitched out of habit and he smiled warmly over at the younger cat. “Thas’ right. That dirt yer layin on is probably the same age as me, actually. Doesn’t surprise me my name’s popped up a few times. I reckon yer elders gossip about how it’s time for me to retire, eh?"

"It’s all the same in the other Clans, too. Too old to be a warrior –hah! – I’ve still got some kick left in me. I can’t recollect yer name, though. Ginger something? Noo.. Orange..? No, not that either.” With a final shrug, he sighed in a defeated way. “Can’t seem to remember yer name. Bein as old as I am, names come and go. Yer face is familiar though. You’re mighty young, aren’t ye?” After realizing he was probably talking a little too much, the old tom twitched his whiskers and went back to swiping his paw over his face and ears to clean off some mud that had been strewn there as he ran. “Just tryin to be youthful again, I suppose. Explorin’ and adventurin’ and all that. No need to be so cautious. I’m old, missy. You could probably knock me over in one swing,” he added, suspiciously eying her as she stepped forward. ”So, ThunderClan doin’ well this leaf-bare?” He asked, fluffing up his fur to combat the breeze.[/style][/style]

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