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Post by Sunstream on Sept 12, 2012 17:35:18 GMT -5
(50 words per post!) It was the same everyday. Wake up, eat, check wounds, nap, wake up again, eat, talk, go to sleep. There was never anything new or exciting going on, even patrols were getting lazyer. It was time for a change.
Bounding out of her den, which stunk because apprentices had not been bringing in new moss, she was acting like an excited kit.
She leaped at the nearest cat, screaming "MOCK BATTLE" at the top of her lungs.
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Post by Nightstar on Sept 15, 2012 14:31:49 GMT -5
The nearest cat just so happened to be the Clan leader, who shrieked and fell over ungracefully. She took a second before registering that it was to be a mock battle, and then started to bat back with her claws sheathed. The black cat wasn't trying too hard, because her legs were tired from hunting and working on rebuilding her territory, and her strained leg from the battle was still sore. But she was still in the mood for some playing! |
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Post by Sunstream on Sept 26, 2012 11:25:23 GMT -5
Sunstream laughed as Nightstar hit her. It was amazing to play like they had done when they were apprentices. She rolled out of the way before leaping to her feet and going full speed at Nightstar.
'We may be medicine cats but we can still fight'. She recalled her old mentor saying to her when she had been battle training.
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Post by Nightstar on Oct 26, 2012 22:29:04 GMT -5
Nightstar ducked out of the way of Sunstream, laughing. "Sunstream, you rambunctious furball!" She cuffed the medicine cat over the ear playfully, then rolled to the side, carefully avoiding putting weight on her sore leg. She had played like this as Nightkit, and as Nightpaw, and, embarrassingly enough, as Nightwing, so why not as Nightstar? 'Hmm...' She glanced around the clearing before getting a glance of a white, fluffy tail sticking out of the Warriors' den. "I got you now, Snowstorm!" She cried, pouncing on her deputy's tail and nipping it gently. |
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Post by snowstorm on Oct 26, 2012 22:36:58 GMT -5
Snowstorms shriek was loud and clear. "Nightstart you furball!" Snowstorm mewed and batted wildly at her clan leader. She pranced out from under Nightstar and jumped into her biting her ear.
"Oh I feel like a kit again!" The deputy laughed. She didn't know what had gotten into Nightstar but they all needed some fun. Snowstorn batted at Nightstar again,
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Post by Nightstar on Oct 26, 2012 22:40:07 GMT -5
The usually stuffy she-cat laughed aloud, her voice like a bell ringing through the air. "We're such kits!" She trilled, spinning around to face Sunstream again. She got down low, swinging her tassel back and forth teasingly. "Can't catch me!!" She took off across the clearing. |
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Post by Sunstream on Oct 28, 2012 12:06:01 GMT -5
Sunstream laughted and pelted across the clearing. She lashed out a forepaw at Nightstar and then sprang out of reach.
Her ginger fur was already coated with dust and she purred as she imagined her mother's reaction, "Sunstream, go clean up, or you'll be cleaning the elders den for the next moon and a half!" But happiness never lasted long.
She could see scars from the battle, no cat had returned without any. What hurt most was she had gotten a warning from Starclan, but she did not bring it up thinking it was just going to be a short squabble over boundaries, not a full out war. One memory from it stood out among the rest. When battle cats broke through the barrier.
The old leader had lead the battle patrol away. All that was left in camp was the two elders, three queens, five kits, and Sunstream, her apprentice had gone instead of her since Sunstream had a cold. A tabby broke into the camp along with seven others.
A queen named Icepebble had thrown herself at the tabby, who had mercilessly slaughter her in front of her kits. Sunstream was just able to hide in a crack before the cats had killed everyone in camp.
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