--white knuckles [o]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,385,true][bg=171717] S W i F T S P A R K You'll never get that taste, out of your mouth You'll never get the paw prints, out of the hen house now The sky was overcast, murky clouds crowding up the deep sea blue of the sky. The cats of his clan had been looking upward all day, knowing that something was coming - whether it be rain or something more sinister, every cat was on edge and it was making him edgy. Swiftspark was not one to hang around when tensions were high, especially when he could be putting himself to better use. So he had asked Crowwing if he could hunt, and so he had. The plump thrush he had caught was buried a way back, back in the clans territory. However, he had not felt the need to go back just yet - not when he would just crowd up the camp anyway. He could have been placed on patrol, he was often a favourite to lead the border patrols, but he had wanted to be by himself to clear his handsome head. The murky day had seemed to get to everyone, including himself. So he had headed, as he did often, to Sparkling Waters. There never was much chance of company in the Greenleaf, not when the weather was generally so fine. It was only in the hotter months that sparkling waters became busy with cats trying to escape the heat. He scoffed quietly, soundlessly bounding toward the dark entrance. He was a handsome creature, all lean muscle and beautiful tabby fur, not to mention his stunning eyes - many a cat had watched him in envy, though they would not have if they knew what troubles he had when caught in any females attention. He never knew what to do, and it seemed to cause them some frustration.. therefore he left that area well enough alone. Swiftspark paused outside of the entrance to the dark, cool cave, long legs folding underneath him as he sat, his tall body graceful. His large ears flicked this way and that, itching to hear something, anything. Nothing. No surrounding cats, not even any interesting prey. Swiftspark blinked his large, vivid eyes, creeping forward slightly, but not entering the darkness. Sinking to a comfortable crouch, he blinked again, languidly. Peace. No worried cats here. Perfect. And you can't go back, same way you came Round all the pieces up, but they just dont fit the same

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[atrb=style, background: #cfc9cd; border: dashed #FFFFFF 0px; border-radius:20px 20px 20px 20px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #000000 0px; width: 400px; height: 250px; float: center; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 25px;] [/style][/style] DAPPLEDCOAT Dappledcoat had been having a tough week thus far. Her perfect sister, Tawnywing, had managed to find two baby kittens in the Stepping Stones with Havenheart. Although she was shocked and wanted to coo at the youngsters at first, the admiration in Jadestar's eyes at Tawnywing made her fill up with disgust. Her sister was always so terribly sweet and loved by everyone. She saved two kittens' lives, along with Havenheart, and was the talk of RiverClan. Go figure. Not many cats had paid attention to the fact she had helped Havenheart scare off a pup to save Cherrypaw and Blossompaw. Granted, Dappledcoat hadn't brought it up since they hadn't been on Clan territory, but it still bothered her that most cats didn't even question why her back seemed to be terribly bruised as of late. Then again, she wasn't sweet, precious Tawnywing. Not in the least bit. Grumbling such disgusting thoughts to herself, she avoided her Clan duty for the day. She didn't feel like hunting and even feigned a cold to get out of a patrol. She wanted to lay around in the den all day, but of course that wasn't possible for her. The other cats would scold her, despite her fake coughs and sneezes, and she would be forced to be compared to her healthy, wise sister who was busy caring for the new kits. She attempted to push these thoughts away as her paws took her away from camp; she went far, far away without giving one look back. Today she really wanted to get away. She was slightly frightened, of course she would never admit it, of going near the Looking Pool and meeting up with the grown puppy once more. That was too much for her to handle on her own. Although she secretly wished to stare into the enchanted waters to possibly see the face of a certain cat, she knew better. She trotted forward, eyes focused in an intense stare as she decided to enter the cave at the Sparkling Waters. It was damp, as expected, and had an air of solitude inside. This is exactly the place she needed to go. Without paying any heed to look around if there was anyone else present, she strode over and took a few large drinks from the pool inside. It was only after a few moments that she suddenly stopped. She smelled something. Her fur bristled as her eyes glanced across the water to the figure of a strange cat nearby the entrance. How could she be so dumb to have missed him? He was just crouching there the whole time! "Hey! You!" she hissed, jumbling her body into an awkward crouch. "What do you think you're doing here?" Her meow was mixed with shock and a hiss. Heck, it appeared as though she felt she owned the place. Still, her eyes remained a bit wide, staring at the unknown tomcat from top to bottom. table & image manip © minty, image © sxc.hu

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[мυsε★]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=220000] Brittlestep It was rare to find oneself alone, and untethered from the bonds of duty. Brittlestep, had what she called a day off. It was one of those days once a moon that she made it clear she wanted to be alone, and away from prying eyes and constant wagging of tongues. Which seemed overwhelmingly common in her home clan of ThunderClan. Burningpaw was proving to be a strong and constant apprentice and while she would not admit it yet she was proud of his growing progress. Clan life seemed so plain and the same each day, Brittlestep found herself walking and walking until she came across a wide a sweeping stretch of water, and a small cavern none to far off. The warrior couldn't recall this patch of beauty within her clan, and with a start she instantly sniffed about in a puddle of concern that she might have wandered onto another clan's land. Yet, it wasn't the case. The scents were different yes, but not of a clan, just of a cats. Perhaps, she had found herself in free lands? but how had she traveled that far? Serene blue eyes tugged at the skyline above, the sun was higher in the sky than it had been when she departed the camp. So, had her mind been in so much confusion? She had been thinking of the she-cat who had nursed her when she was but a kit in RiverClan, and how they came to their defense when she was an apprentice. Sometimes she dared to wonder how life was in RiverClan, where they doing well. Brittlestep, however, knew better then to think on such things. She was a semi-strong thunderclan warrior with only her bone defect holding her back from excelling even more. It was clear that this warrior would have no chance at achieving leadership or deputy ranks, medicine cat would be the only high position that may even welcome her. The chocolate female ebbed closer to the sudden yowl of a she-cat, and pouncing onto a small stone she caught sight of the familiar form of Dappledcoat, and what looked like a scrawny male most likely WindClan. It was a bit strange to see three cats from different clans, but Brittlestep since being raised in RiverClan, already knew the fiery Dappledcoat and had formed a respect for the stark she-cat. 'Calm youself, Dappledcoat, it's just a WindClan male, looking for peace in the waters like you and I,' the she-cat murmured tenderly, her tail floating along in the air as she stole a glance to the dark tom curious on why they had all gathered in this exact place. It was strange if nothing else, Brittlestep mused quietly to herself. remember the sound of broken bones

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,385,true][bg=171717] S W i F T S P A R K You'll never get that taste, out of your mouth You'll never get the paw prints, out of the hen house now It seemed his peace was not to be long lasted. As he crouched, lean muscles relaxed and bright eyes glowing in the shadowy darkness, another cat approached. He smelt her first, and then heard the quiet rustle of her steps, causing his large ears to flick this way and that, twitching at the sounds. A RiverClan warrior. Female. He watched her cautiously, blinking in surprise as he realized that she had not noticed him. He stayed where he was, eyes following the she-cat as she drew closer. And then she noticed. Her reaction was one of shock, and it nearly made Swiftspark jump out of his skin! He leaped up from his crouch, standing tall and ignoring her threatening posture. Arrogantly, he paced toward her, long legs graceful and a look of curiousity on his handsome face. Had she been in his Clans territory, he would not have hesitated in chasing her off with a nasty bite - he was quite the stickler for the warrior code and abiding by his clans rules. But here was a different story. Here, a cat was not defined by his clan. But then again, old habits die hard. Swiftspark eyed the newcomer as she growled, her words harsh in his ears. Before he had the chance to reply with a sharp retort, another voice entered the fray, and following behind it, another cat. He paused in his advance, choosing rather to sit calmly a few feet away from each cat. They appeared to know one another.. if a fight broke out, Swiftspark had no intention of running from the uneven odds, though he'd rather avoid it. This was his time off, after all. And yet, this new she-cat was from ThunderClan.. strange, that the two should be from seperate clans and be friendly. He saw the calm, smoky coloured cat look at him curiously, and he returned the gaze with an interest of his own. He cleared his throat, lifting his chin slightly before he spoke: "I am Swiftspark, of WindClan.. To answer your question" he shot a look at the RiverClan cat before continuing "I happened to have been enjoying peace and quiet..before you came and disturbed it." Despite his words, Swiftspark eyed the two strange cats with curiousity - it was not often three cats of separate clans gathered in the same place with such close timing. Had StarClan gathered them there for some reason? And you can't go back, same way you came Round all the pieces up, but they just dont fit the same

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[atrb=style, background: #cfc9cd; border: dashed #FFFFFF 0px; border-radius:20px 20px 20px 20px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #000000 0px; width: 400px; height: 250px; float: center; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 25px;] [/style][/style] DAPPLEDCOAT Dappledcoat's fur bristled as she anxiously looked around. Before the tom could reply to her, she tasted a new scent in the air followed by a familiar voice. She hadn't known Brittlestep too well when she had been in RiverClan, partially because Dappledcoat rarely paid attention to anyone except herself, her sister, and Crowsnarl; but she held faint memories of the cat who now belonged to ThunderClan. Her eyes grazed the warrior, allowing herself to calm down slightly. "Right, Brittle…step," she said after a pause, pondering on what the cat's warrior name was. Her attention then flared to the WindClan tomcat. To Dappledcoat, the tomcat had an air of superiority (similar to herself, though she'd never admit it) mixed with a mature personality. Of course, she found this rather annoying. She flicked her mottled tail back and forth, giving him a strong glare as he spoke. "Well I'm sorry, dear Swiftspark. How rude of me to disturb your peace and quiet," she meowed to him in a taunting and sour tone. Who knew what had bit her in the rump today to act so rude. table & image manip © minty, image © sxc.hu

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Shall we continue without muse?

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Yeah; She can catch up when she has time : )