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Post by Seastar on Aug 24, 2010 17:12:40 GMT -5
Seastar layed on the edge of a small calm pool, her tail tiwtching with agitation. Her dark blue eyes were troubled and her tail fur bristled at a certin thought. She suddenly leaped to her feet.
I need to find Runningstar. We need to hold a StormClan council.
She whirled around and headed quickly through the undergrowth towards her sister's favorite 'hunting' spot.
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Post by Runningstar on Aug 24, 2010 17:14:21 GMT -5
Runningstar's ears pricked and she turned her ginger and white head around to flicker over the undergrowth around her. The light but quick paw steps told her instantly everything she needed to know.
It was Seastar, and she was irritated.
Runningstar turned around to flee through the undergrowth.
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Post by Seastar on Aug 24, 2010 17:22:27 GMT -5
Seastar padded into the clearing and hissed irritabally. She lept forward and caught Runningstar's white tail in her paws. "I'm not mad at you! Why are you avoiding me everytime I NEED to talk to you?!" Seastar straightened up and licked her single white paw with much dignity. "We need to get everyone together-- from the last five generations or so. As much as I hate to say it, StormClan's at risk. We need the council... now."
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Post by Runningstar on Aug 24, 2010 17:25:19 GMT -5
The she-cat scrambled to her feet, mentally wracking up the favorite postitions of her clanmates. She nodded absently before suddenly puffing out her cheast and lifting up her head stubbornly. Runningstar sniffed proudly. "I just don't like to be around you when you're angry-- that's all. You're not as scary as you think, you know."
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Post by Dawnfur on Aug 24, 2010 17:26:10 GMT -5
Padding unhurriedly into the clearing, she greets her friends.
"Hello. You know, I keep finding myself looking for herbs, although there's no need." Dawnfur stops in her tracks when she sees the expression on Seastar's face, Runningstar's stance. "Did I interrupt something?"
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Post by Seastar on Aug 24, 2010 17:27:51 GMT -5
Seastar glared at her littermate-- too absorbed in her own conversation to notice her friend. She unsheathed her claws. "I'm not fooling around anymore, Runningstar! The two are dead! I can feel myself drifting away daily! The storm's breaking, Runningstar-- you know it fully well. I need you in on this 100%, I can't do it alone!"
She suddenly hunched her shoulders, somewhat ashamed at relealing herself. Crouching low to the ground, even more embarrassed when she realized they weren't alone.
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Post by Dawnfur on Aug 24, 2010 17:31:03 GMT -5
She stands where she is, knowing anything she says will only add to Seastar's pain.
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Post by Runningstar on Aug 24, 2010 17:37:21 GMT -5
"..." Runningstar said nothing. But then grinned inwardly. With a fake (but yet real sounding) snarl she leaped ontop of Seastar, and pummled her with her sheathed claws.
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Post by Seastar on Aug 24, 2010 17:39:18 GMT -5
Seastar eyes' flew open wide wiht shock and she rolled over onto her back to throw her sister off-- flailing violently. When she sturggled to her feet, she only found Runningstar ontop of her again.
With an infuarted snarl-- Seastar yowled an ear splitting screech and leaped at Runningstar-- claws outstretched in fury.
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Post by Dawnfur on Aug 24, 2010 17:43:34 GMT -5
Small white paws scrabble backwards. Gray fur meets green leaves. Nothing remains but two glowing yellow eyes.
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Post by Seastar on Aug 24, 2010 17:47:51 GMT -5
(Good one... I like that Dawnfur! Mind if I use that in my latest book?)
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Post by Runningstar on Aug 24, 2010 17:49:07 GMT -5
Runningstar tucked herself into a small ball and rolled under Seastar's paws, gracefully getting to her feet and staring smugly at her sister.
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Post by Seastar on Aug 24, 2010 17:51:01 GMT -5
Anger streamed within her veins. No thoughts crossed her mind except ATTACK, ATTACK, ATTACK! Blinded by fury, the leader was a ball of gray fur, sharp claws, and lashing teeth. She wanted to claw that smug expression off of Runningstar's face. She made another lunge for the ginger cat.
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Post by Dawnfur on Aug 24, 2010 17:53:14 GMT -5
(Sure. I just got so fed up of pronouns and names that I left them out. It doesn't sound as good with them anyways- "Dawnfur's small white paws scrabble backwards. Her gray fur meets green leaves. Nothing remains but her two glowing yellow eyes." See?)
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Post by Runningstar on Aug 24, 2010 17:59:35 GMT -5
(Let me try...) Ginger fur met gray and the two cats were intertwined in a screeching, clawing bundle of anger. Feeling like she had had enough, Runningstar seperated herself from Seastar with a gasp... retreated to the edge of the clearing. She plastered another smug look on her face, pretending to think she had won.
"Had enough?" She taunted.
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