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Post by → clark on Dec 16, 2010 18:59:50 GMT -6
→ rangerkit
He knew this place was forbidden, that if he got caught, no amount of talking could get out of the blame. He knew it all very well yet there the red tabby was, crawling out from the tangled mess of a fallen tree and into the grassy field; miles away from where he was deemed to be -- the Nursery.
Rangerkit was playing with fire. Treading on shards of shattered splinters. Protesting against the law.
Hey, he couldn't help that the land outside of the RiverClan camp was so intriguing.
He advanced discreetly from the dried bramble, twisted roots and deceased branches that attached on to the cascaded tree, finally getting out of the mess. The kit rotated his head around, examining the tree. He hadn't seen many dead trees in his life but through his calculations, he estimated that its death had not been recent.
After checking where his next step would take him, Rangerkit proceeded forward, leaving the dead tree and its mysterious past behind. When the bracken forest floor ended, a vast field of grass extended before the young tom-cat. His pupils dilated as they adjusted to the new surroundings and the shining sun that beamed down on him, compared to the dark surroundings he had retreated from seconds ago. The slight warmth the planet released made up for the limited heat within him that his short pelt did no help keeping in. Rangerkit envied the cats that were equipped with lengthier pelts. He scowled at his own pelt. 'What a sad excuse for a pelt', he silently complained, theoretically rolling his eyes.
Exhausted from his travels, Rangerkit collapsed to the ground, reclining his back against one of the tree trunks distributed throughout the area. He had been walking for hours and it seemed like it had been an endless circle of unfamiliar woodland. As he caught his breath and allowed his limbs a rest, his green orbs studied his surroundings. The grass was tall, some patches appearing to be as tall as him and tiny dusk particles danced in the visible sunbeams. He leaned slightly forward and tried to make out the large structure in the distance. Once he regained his energy he would go inspect it. His mind drifted off to possible ideas what the large square-shaped form could be for a few moments before he regained his thoughts, focusing back on the area he had stopped in. Plain as it might be, this terrain was a pleasant change from the dull, neutral-coloured forest he had been enclosed with since the day he was born.
A sigh of pure contentment was released through a sliver of a gap curved from his lips. His eyelids shut over his eyes and his conscious drifted off in to 'sleep mode'. Unaware of the many dangers that lurked nearby, the RiverClan kit drifted off and into slumber, oblivious to the world around him.
» words ; 477
» muse ; moderate .
» notes ; blah . could have done better
but i was excited about roleplaying and
wanted to start so . . . x] i hope it is okay
i used my roleplay sample. seemed like
a fun way to kick off.
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Post by Silentheart on Dec 19, 2010 12:10:07 GMT -6
The black sky was stained pink and purple as the sun slowly crept up, peeking its head over the horizon like a fish out of the water. The RiverClan she-cat reluctantly slid from her nest after a restless night, her limbs stiff her body still numb with sleep. Groaning slightly, she stretched, her fur fluffed out against the cold leaf-bare air. Yawning, she sat down, and began to groom her fur until it was sleek and smooth, the clan quite, still resting. As the breeze picked up, and blew into her face, she realized, she wasn't the first one awake. Parting her jaws again, however, she realized that it was the scent of a kit. What in StarClan's name was a kit doing awake at this time, let alone out of the nursery. Standing, she began to sniff around, looking in every corner and crevice of the camp, appalled to realize that the kit was no longer in the camp. She inhaled and was ready to yowl to the Clan, but it dawned on her- in the time it would take for them to gather and search, what could happen. She shuddered as she remembered, the Clans delay had cost her brother his life when she had goaded him as a kit to try to cross the water. She could still feel the chill of the water, and the panic in her as she swallowed the water, nearly drowning, the last sight of her brother, his calico pelt being swept into the cold depths. She shivered, her golden green eyes flashing once more to the leader's den, and pointed her paws to the exit, looking dead ahead as she pelted out of the camp, into RiverClan territory.
Fear was stones in her belly as she got closer to the river, although she released an audible sigh of relief as the scent sharply veered away from its muddy banks, toward the forest- although she couldn't help but worry he had crossed into enemy territory. She followed the scent, her mind not drifting from it, hardly noticing how far she had traveled, only determined to find the helpless kit. She caught the scent fresh and new when she reached a newly fallen tree, the kitscent clinging to the bark like the moss that coated the musty wood. She scrambled over the slick trunk, landing on silent paws on the other side, peering into the dappled forest, the sun having already risen high, shining through the canopy of leaves and turning the moss and bracken covered forest floor into a pool of dappled light. She found it somewhat pleasant, but ignored the urge to lay down in one of the pools of cool sunlight and warm herself, earning some needed rest, but the kit's scent once again pricked at her nose. As she snapped back to the real world, she realized, it was already Sunhigh, the camp would be awake and busy, they would realize she and the kit were gone. She hissed under he breath, bounding over a twisted root, figuring her next course would be to the shadowy form in the distance, but as her paws touched the bracken floor again, the scent was strong, fresh. Twisting around, she found the ball of red tabby fur, Rangerkit she knew, curled up in the shelter of the root, dozing soundly.
She didn't know whether to burn with anger or be cool with relief that he wasn't drowned at the bottom of the river at this point. She had been a curious kit once, and no one had gotten hurt over his curiosity, so her annoyance faded, although she knew she must be stern. She prodded him gently in the side. "Last I checked, this wasn't the nursery, Rangerkit." |
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Post by → clark on Jan 21, 2011 22:48:40 GMT -6
→ rangerkit
The kit dozed on. His eyes were tight shut, but his mind's eye on the other paw, was wide awake. Rangerkit dreamed. He was racing over green, barren land. His paws barely hit the ground. In fact, the faster and further he ran, the less he felt the moor; and the more he felt the weightless air. Until he was a tail-length above the ground did he realize he was flying. Now soaring above the trees, Rangerkit yowled out gleefully. He had gone where no cat had ever been before. He was flying! He was really, really flying --
A pawing to his side brought the RiverClan kit back to realty. He turned over and on to his side, ignoring the assumable queen or kit whom had prodded him. An annoyed groan crawled out from his throat, while a flick of his ear disregarded the cat whom loomed above him. Felines that inhabited the RiverClan Nursery could be so disrespectful and ignorant in the Nursery. Could they not see that a cat --a kit-- was sound asleep, curled up comfortably in a nest to far right corner of the Nursery?
As his head scratched up against the rough bark of the tree he current rested upon, Rangerkit was suddenly reminded of his whereabouts.
Fox-dung.
His eyes flashed open, a horrific expression striking his face. A she-cat stood above him. Not a queen, nor a kit. It was Silentheart, a warrior. And a very stern-looking warrior at that.
Rangerkit scrambled to his paws, his green eyes searching the air above him as if an excuse of his trespassing was to be found. He gazed toward Silentheart, unblinkingly. "I... uh... " He search for words but was at lost. Attempting to remain strong and ignore the queasy feeling in his stomach, stood up and puffed out his chest. His lips rose in a quirky smile as his eyelids fell over his green eyes in an innocent tone. "I know this is not not the Nursery. I'm not mouse-brained," he protested. "I just... uh. I was sleepwalking you see. Thank StarClan you came to my rescue! I'm a terrible sleeper! You should ask my Mom. Good thing you were coming by here. I don't know what I would have done if I had woken up, alone and confused in this unfamiliar area that I had not intended to come to." He continued to gaze up at the she-cat, forcing a smile that spread from ear to ear. 'Oh, StarClan,' he silently plead. 'Please don't get me in trouble.'
» notes ; so this is not late at all. <33
-pleas for forgiveness from silentheart-
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Post by -arrow.-- on Jan 22, 2011 12:00:30 GMT -6
Runningstar scented for prey that was out of the river but, she scented instead, her clanmates. She sighed. What cat in StarClan's name would be out this early? She usually hunted in the early morning to bring fresh prey back into camp, and she never had thought another warrior would be doing the same. Or, perhaps the warriors were doing something else. She blinked her yellow eyes at such a thought, but one could never be too cautious.
Walking slowly through the Clan's territory, making gentle steps, to not even awake a sleeping mouse. Runningstar could tell that she was getting closer, and brought her tail near her left flank to appear smaller. How could she appear smaller, though? She was a gigantic she-cat with fur that made her look even bigger. Runningstar snorted softly and then could smell her warrior Silentheart and a kit that she could not yet recognize. Runningstar's ears went back at the thought. She could not tell the scent of this kit, but she knew that it was a RiverClan's kit. Runningstar had always be late to meeting kits, but she also liked to avoid the duty of meeting kits. She usually met them once they became apprentices. Glancing quickly behind her, and back towards the trail that lead her ahead, she finally saw the two.
She heard the she-cat call out the kit's name. He was named... Rangerkit? Runningstar snorted inwardly. She had never had kits, but she began to think that the queen's were become more mouse-brained. Why would you name a future warrior Rangerkit? Stifling a sigh, Runningstar meowed with authority, "What is going on here?"
Runningstar advanced towards the black she-cat and the small kit. She could smell his fear as he spoke to the other she-cat. Runningstar's ear's again went back as she thought about a kit being out here so late.
She couldn't help but imagine that as her own brother, who had been captured by two-legs. Runningstar's silver and black pelt shone as the sun came up from behind her, making her back look like it was painted with a pink-orange. Runningstar stopped her train of thought and again focused back on the task that was on her paws right now. |
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Post by Silentheart on Jan 23, 2011 9:17:36 GMT -6
Silentheart could hardly suppress a roll of her eyes as the kit jolted away, and quickly stuttered for a mouse-brained excuse, shaking her calico head, and waiting patiently until his stutters came to an end, his eyes hopeful and pleading as he looked up at her, "I didn't just happen to be out here, Rangerkit. I found your scent escaping the camp, and followed it. " She stepped back, eying the small, now seemingly somewhat nervous kit, "I must also doubt that you were sleep walking this far from camp. If you actually could manage that, we'd just have to have someone keep an eye on you, hm?" She offered innocently, although the annoyance hidden in her tone was there, albeit mellowed. She'd never take anger out on a kit, even one who was so mouse-brained as to leave camp, this far out into River Clan territory. "What if you would have walked into the river?" She asked, giving her best impression of a nonchalant shrug, although it did give rise to foul memories in the poor she-cat.
Shifting her weight, she opened her mouth again to give him a final warning before hustling him back to camp, when a sound behind her cause her to close her mouth, and twist her head in time to see her leader, Runningstar, come forth. Silentheart dipped her head respectfully, murmuring a greeting, "Hello, Runningstar." Quickly, she turned her attention back to the kit, straightening herself, her tail waving in the air as she answered the large she-cat's question, "I was awake early, to hunt, and I stumbled upon Rangerkit, asleep. He says he was sleep walking." Her calico fur laid flat, her eyes, although not cold or dead, showed no emotions toward the situation, rather a neutrality towards the situation. It was no surprise, nor hardly a secret that the senior warrior had always wanted a place of power, deputy, one day leader, in River clan- but she never expected the position, nor gotten it. She respected her leader, but it had come down hard on her, for the she-cat, younger than Silentheart by twelve moons exactly, had become deputy, at the same time though, a sense of pride that she, although not her mentor, had watched her leader go from a kit, to leader, through all the years, but even now, from time to time, that sense of discomfort was seen, although Silentheart never let it show. Silentheart hadn't deserved it, Runningstar had, and she, despite her ambitions, always put those emotions aside and continued to serve her clan.
She tilted her head back to Rangerkit, "It could be a nonsense story- maybe he means it, I'm not sure, but I suppose he better be brought back to camp before it deeply dawns on his mother that her kit its truly wandering outside of camp, and not playing some silly game with her." She never had kits, and never wanted them- just as much as she didn't want to imagine the terror of a queen who has lost her kit, and can only trust that they'll be brought safely home- although Silentheart knew, as was the case with her and her only sibling, it didn't always turn out that way- Rangerkit was a lucky one. |
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Post by → clark on Jan 28, 2011 19:39:59 GMT -6
→ rangerkit
Rangerkit winced. What would have happened if he had strutted in to the water? -- wait. He wouldn't have. He was never sleep-walking in the first place. Still, he could not help but let his mind wander over to the scenario of encountering water on his sole expedition. He stumbled for words, silently acknowledging how mouse-brained he was to do such a thing. 'What were you thinking?' he silently mused. 'That's right. You were not thinking.
He suppressed a sigh of relief upon the detection of ascending pawsteps. Perhaps this feline would lead to a distraction from this current rebellious act. That is, until he realized whom the owners of the paws was. His heart dropped to the floor and his quivering tail tip, resting on the grounf. "R-runningstar." The words stumbled out in a startled, fear-stricken manner. He had never much feared the RiverClan leader. Sure whenever she cantered around camp, the tabby tomcat would ensure that his coat was groomed to the highest standard and he always used his most polite mannered words when speaking to her. But now, now his whiskers now quivered nervously for the sake of his future as he knew, no kit would get out easily from a broken rule like this.
Rangerkit eyed Silentheart, nodding along as she summed up the current happenings. As she continued on, he felt the sudden urge to drop to the ground and beg for forgiveness. What would happen if Runningstar delayed his apprentice ceremony? Or worse, forbid him from ever venturing out to the forest again? The kit was barely a quarter-moon away from his six moons mark. He had waited for his ceremony since he could comprehend the ranks of the clans. He would never dare tell the truth.
"I did sleepwalk!" he protested. "I swear." The oval-shaped pair of green eyes looked from Runningstar to Silentheart, his head bobbing in a wobbly nod.
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Post by -arrow.-- on Jan 29, 2011 0:47:41 GMT -6
Runningstar's whiskers twitched. Gazing at both of the two cats in front of her, she meowed, "I highly doubt that Rangerkit would have gotten past our guards that are set around the camp." Runningstar's eyes stared at Silentheart for more than a few mouse beats. Opening her gray muzzle and then shutting it, she pondered her options. She could play along with Rangerkit, and more than likely upset Silentheart, or she could punish Rangerkit and make sure he waited a moon before he became an apprentice. Runningrain could also make him her own apprentice, and put him through a fate worse than the Dark Forest and make him a great and talented warrior.
Runningrain's head motioned for Rangerkit to come forwards and she meowed, "My dear kit, I apologize, but I must go with Silentheart's words. I myself doubt your excuse. I will not punish you if you tell me the truth." Runningrain hopefully placed her tail around Rangerkit's body protectively and meowed at Silentheart, "I am happy to hear that you replace your sleep for our Clan. I am extremely proud to have you as one of my own Senior Warriors." Runningrain nodded her blue tabby head again and gazed down at Rangerkit.
Whiskers twitching, she meowed, "Rangerkit, I will give you the option of truth or a punishment you will not like. If you do not tell me the truth, I will not allow you to become an apprentice for some time. I don't think your mother would like that very much." Runningrain let out a long awaited yawn, large teeth gleaming in the dawning sun.
Runningstar internally sighed as she thought of the day ahead. It was usually the same thing. Some random bickering, patrols, eating, maybe name an apprentice or kit to another rank. Runningstar was getting bored of it, so she was slightly happy at this new discovery. Although you may call this random bickering, but it was new to her day. Runningstar was happy to find this poor, helpless kit out in RiverClan territory, watching Silentheart scold him. She was exactly excited that it was happening, but it gave her a sense of relief that not everything was the same, all the time. |
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Post by Silentheart on Feb 4, 2011 15:12:22 GMT -6
The large calico she-cat's ears twitched at her leader's statement, unable to suppress a slight, silent huff of breath from her muzzle at her leader's cockiness over the efficiency of her sentries, when Silentheart herself had surpassed them, and noted the escape of the kit, and they hadn't even twitched a whisker about it. She nodded slightly as Runningstar agreed that Silentheart was correct in her judgment, that Rangerkit had most likely wandered on his own free will, her leaders tail curling around the kit in a soothing motion. Silentheart wasn't quite fond of older, adventurous kits, or apprentices, except for her own, who she could keep in place and turn them into mature warriors, not wily rebels. She felt herself burn hot under her fur at Runningstar's sudden compliment, and apparent gratefulness for Silentheart's loyalty, so pushing away the growing warmth, she looked to her leader and dipped her head respectfully in thanks, then looked back to the kit.
She had been adventurous when she was even younger than Rangerkit, and much like he was now, she hadn't seen the fault in her actions, nor suffered much reprimand, until her brother drowned in the river, due to her badgering him to cross it, and she sighed, sitting down, meowing softly to the petrified kit, "I was much like you as a kit, never satisfied, always wanting to explore and adventure before my time," A glassy, far away look clouded her eyes with pain, and hardly rested on Rangerkit any longer, "You have an easy way out of it, giving Runningstar the truth. I didn't have that option, so I payed the ultimate price, one I live with every day." She closed her eyes and shook her head, battering away her emotions, so when she once again looked to the kit, her eyes were clear, the pain gone from the emerald depths, the focused look burning into the kit, "Its not easy, but its right."
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