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thebrokenvibe • 11 December 2017 at 7:30 PM
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reality • 11 December 2017 at 7:56 PM
@thebrokenvibe@theelevatorcat@animalliteratureShyheart sat quietly, watching Flarestar pace about by the entrance of the camp. She knew that he was worried, she was too. Tilting her head, she began to think of the patrols. Cavepath, Blacksong can go on a patrol. Or I could do some other cats. Then her mind trailed to Smokefoot. She hoped him the best wherever he is, even if he was never the friendliest. ~ Smokefoot had killed a skinny sparrow on the edge of the border. Then he returned to his small hideout, a relatively hidden cave where he slept. He pulled out feathers and down for his nest before eating it.
animalliterature • 11 December 2017 at 8:10 PM
@thebrokenvibe@theelveatorcat@panda9983Creekflower sat near the entrance of the nursery, her head bowed gloomily. She glanced across the clearing to see Nightfang was talking with Silkheart. She easily understood their deep tones. Everyone in the Clan was concerned of the famine. Creekflower then thought of her kin that were now loners. Had the famine come to their territory, as well? What had happened? Were they still alive? These thoughts raced across her mind.___________________________________________________________________________Silkheart sighed as Nightfang answered her in a low snarl, ``You can really believe that? We're all to be dead soon, with this shortage of prey.````Don't say things like that, Nightfang!`` she replied sharply. Nightfang grunted and shook his head. As he did so, Silkheart noticed something in his eyes: a look of fear and desperation.____________________________________________________________________________Nightfang looked up as if Silkheart were no longer there and stared at Creekflower across the clearing. A fresh wave of guilt washed over him and he looked down again. He was aware that Silkheart was now speaking to him in a new tone; a concerned one. But he didn't listen, it was just as faint as a bee's humming to him. Thoughts were buzzing around inside his head, thoughts of the kits to be born, what would happen to them, if anyone were to really survive this famine.____________________________________________________________________________Shade paced around relentlessly, waiting for a patrol. He was already very thin that you could see his ribs as clear as day, but he didn't care. He never saw any prey within the loners' territory either way. Well, it was practically his territory, now that the loners were dying, struck down by their hunger. Shade wanted more than anything to hear news now. He wanted to know if Silkheart and Creekflower were still alive, he wanted to know if they were losing many as well, he wanted to know if some of the loners and rogues had even joined them.
thebrokenvibe • 11 December 2017 at 11:39 PM
@theelevatorcatRiverspirit glanced towards Berryface, who had been assigned as the leader of the patrol. "I haven't scented anything outside of the regular scents around the territory. And even the loner and rogue scent has been growing far fainter as the days pass. I fear that we may become alone in this forest soon." she told him. She glanced to her apprentice, who seemed intently scenting a nearby bush, the same one Riverspirit had just scented a few moments ago. The split pelted she-cat narrowed her eyes slightly, confused by her apprentices action. If there was something there surely she would have scented it as well.Bonepaw glanced up, her single eye wide and almost scared. "The bog is on the other side of the territory, isn't it?" she asked, flattening her ear to her head.
animalliterature • 12 December 2017 at 3:13 PM
@thebrokenvibe@theelevatorcat@panda9983Shade suddenly came to a halt near a small thicket bush and crouched down, sniffing at an unfamiliar scent. He cocked his head as he realized it smelled much like what his father had told him was the scent of a bog. {His father had taught him the scents of different territories before he left to be a loner, in case he had decided to.} Shade narrowed his eyes and stood again slowly, looking around suspiciously. He knew very well that there was no bog around here, unless it was in BorealClan territory.____________________________________________________________________________Creekflower stood up and walked over to Nightfang, her tail twitching. She had seen the look of worry in his eyes. He threw his head up as she came over and she narrowed her eyes. ``Why are you so concerned about me?`` Nightfang only shuffled his paws uncomfortably in response, making Creekflower even more suspicious.____________________________________________________________________________Nightfang then looked up again, squarely in the she-cat's eyes. ``I don't care if I don't have rights to be worried, and I don't care if I'm not your mate, but I'm concerned about the kits. What if when they're born, the famine hasn't ended yet? In fact, you might even be dead. We all could die!``____________________________________________________________________________Silkheart then spoke up. ``Yes, there is a chance of that, but I don't think we should worry of that now. Though he does have a point, Creekflower. You're due in three moons, and there still might not be any prey, even by then. Especially in the Cold Suns. Everyone has a right to be concerned. If we don't have any young, the Clan can't continue on with descendants to lead the next generation.`` Creekflower, seeming suddenly burdened, wore an expression of shock on her face.``I... I haven't thought of that...``
reality • 12 December 2017 at 8:02 PM
@thebrokenvibe@theelveatorcat@animalliteratureShyheart nodded at Flarestar's words. "Do you think three cats on a hunting patrol will be enough," she questioned in her usual soft tone.~Smokefoot laid down on his nest before taking a small nap.
theelevatorcat • 12 December 2017 at 8:03 PM
@panda9983@thebrokenvibe@animalliteratureBerryfaceA rustle in the leaves caught Berryface’s attention. He exhaled shakily, eying his surroundlings warily. He’d been unusually panicky lately, courtesy of the odd dreams he’d been getting for almost a month now. Mainly they’d consisted of darkness with a few odd whispers, but the whispers’d grown. They weren’t scary, per say, but every day, er, night, he had those dreams—nightmares? What do you call it—he’d wake up in sweat, his heart beating rapidly. A voice caught Berryface by surprise. “Huh? Oh, yes.” he glanced to Bonepaw, slightly taken aback by the question. “Yes, it is, but I fear the scarcity of living creatures in our territory may have to do with the bog. Do not go there.” He nodded to Riverspirit, then lowered his voice. “But just between you and me, do you think there’ll be another prophecy? With how strange things have been going...” he trailed off. Raising his voice again, he started heading back to camp. “I suppose we’ll head back now. I can smell no other cats than us.”-Blacksong sat at the edge of the camp. Flarestar was pacing, agitated. Blacksong was, too. The scarcity of prey in the middle of the warm suns? She could almost laugh at that! Blacksong was sure this had something to do with BogClan. She was fairly sure that the number of cats waking up with their fur drenched in sweat and their hearts racing also had something to do with BogClan. Blacksong, luckily, hadn’t had one of these nightmares... yet. Then her thoughts trailed back to the famine. She worried for the kits, mainly. If there were barely any prey now, how hard would it be to find prey during the Cold Suns? She let herself sigh, then resumed her endless thoughts.
animalliterature • 12 December 2017 at 8:54 PM
@theelevatorcat@thebrokenvibe@panda9983Creekflower, getting more anxious by each heartbeat, began pacing in endless circles. For quite some time she didn't stop, and new thoughts filled her head. Visions of kits dying from age to age, first of a few days after their ceremony, then when they were only still kits, and just a few days after they were born, then she imagined dying herself before they were born. Then she imagined Flarestar dying, Shyheart dying, Silkheart dying, the apprentices dying, all the warriors dying...
thebrokenvibe • 12 December 2017 at 10:52 PM
@animalliterature @theelevatorcat @panda9983Bonepaw lingered by the bush, the peaty stench of the bog fading faster than a normal scent marker should. She shifted, trying to catch the fleeting scent before she hurried after her mentor and Berryface. It was to be an issue for a later time, perhaps Flarestar knew what the peaty scent of the bog meant. Although she doubted that there would be much to figure out with it.
animalliterature • 13 December 2017 at 3:22 PM
@thebrokenvibe@theelvatorcat@panda9983Nightfang shrugged and padded away from the conversation before Flarestar said any more. He trotted over to his makeshift den. ``I slept in that?`` he snorted as he saw how damaged it had become. He began picking up twigs and wet scraps of moss to reassemble the den.---Silkheart watched as Creekflower left the den and sighed. She was worried of the kits, and of Creekflower. They couldn't have Creekflower stressing too much, and they couldn't have the kits starving. She padded out of her den and shook her pelt in frustration. How much would this famine cost them? She glanced around the camp and saw Nightfang nudging sticks and mud together to build a den. She then saw Cavepath sitting and trotted over to the she-cat. ``Looks like you finally had some good rest.`` she commented.---Creekflower watched as Nightfang built his den and felt a stab of sharp sympathy for him. He seemed to be the only in the Clan who could never manage to build a proper den. She glanced at the nursery and thought of just how lucky and pampered she was to have not have had to build it herself. She sighed and laid down on the ground, tucking her muzzle between her paws. It was nice to have a little warmth on her fur, while it lasted.---Shade watched the patrol intently and winced as a sharp prod met his side. He turned his head to see a skinny sparrow pecking along the ground beside him, as if it didn't notice him. He quickly pinned it with one paw and cut through its throat with a claw on the other paw. He then buried it to hide the scent and continued watching for the patrol.