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Post by Nighthunter on May 22, 2009 9:55:20 GMT -8
[glow=white,2,300]Scarstorm[/glow] [glow=black,2,300]My scars are many, but may rage is like the furry of a coming storm[/glow]
A huge paw hit the rough course grass. Solid dark amber eyes scaned the Oak trees looking for prey. They carried the look of a natural predator.Sharp fangs were seen while the tom tool in the scents of his surroundings. His long yellow and black tinted talons flexed into the ground as if in anticipation of a kill. A ragged ear stood straight and ready to catch the slightest sound.His long bushy tail swept on the ground next to him, as if he was in deep thought.
Scarstorm had been out hunting with a patrol for the majority of the day. He had wanted to be alone, away from the confines of the camp. Newleaf was often the time of happiness, and new growth for the forestm and the clan. During this time though Scarstorm was usually moodier than ever. He had lost his mate many many years ago to a badger before there kits were born. It had broken his heart, and since he had been even more secluded from the others. Of course he was still loyal to his clan, and he would never even think of neglecting his duties, but he had always felt something deep down was missing in his life. His preformance in battle also attributed to his mood. The fact was he alway went for the brunt of the fighting, because he was always fighting for the saftey of the clan, not worrying whether or not his mate would ever see him again because his was already dead, and gone.
He had never been in the mood to notice or search for love again, but maybe this year he would change. Maybe this season he would find love again. If he ever did, he would make sure that nothing ever harmed her, even if he died for her as he almost did for his past mate.
Since he was so oblivious to the world around him while he was this deep in thought, he hadn`t noticed that his pelt was bristled, and his claws were deep into the earth. His eyes looked like fire was raging deep inside them, and his tail swished back and forth. He was also spitting, and growling slightly. Meanwhile a mouse had walked right in front of him, and skammpered away unharmed. This was unlike Scarstorm because he was one of the best hunters and fighters the clan had. Right now he looked as if he was prepared to take on an army of Starclan warriors. The mouse sat peacefully under a bush, and washed its face. Scarstorms eyes were still far away, lost in old memories , and thoughts of incompetance.
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Post by Fury of the Tempest on May 23, 2009 7:35:04 GMT -8
OOC- How long has Scarstorm been a warrior?
6 moons... That's how long Tempestfury had been away from the clans. Why? ... Well, let us say that he has learnt much... The loner is now 24 moons old... 12 of which he has been an ally to the all of the clans... It was rocky at the start. But now he is a trusted cat, it is known that any secrets could be told to him, and Tempestfury wouldn't repeat the secret to anyone, without the origanal secret gives permission... This very day, he was visitng Thunderclan... but as it has been so long... many will not regoince his scent...
OOC- *hint hint*
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Post by Nighthunter on May 23, 2009 8:58:25 GMT -8
(ooc) about 12 moons [glow=white,2,300]Scarstorm[/glow] [glow=black,2,300]My scars are many, but may rage is like the furry of a coming storm[/glow] Scarstorm snapped back into the preasent. He became aware of what he was doing. Quickly he sheathed his claws. He was about to try and flatten his bristled pelt when he caught the scent of a cat.Somewhere he had scented it before, but now he couldn`t recognize it.He let out a low threatening growl. Today he was not in the mood to let any strange cats wander anywhere near the camp, or the boundaries for that matter. Friend or foe also did not matter because he was not in the question asking mood.
He ran towards the intruder. His eyes fierce and his thoughts were far from happy.He stood a few fox lengths from the intruder. He held no mercy in his eyes, but something familiar about the cat kept him from attacking straight away.Not knowing why he waited a moment to see if he could recall the cat. |
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Post by Fury of the Tempest on May 23, 2009 9:04:26 GMT -8
OOC - Okay... and can you please stop saying 'like the fury of a coming storm' please? Is sounds to much like 'Fury of the Tempest'
"Greeting Scarstorm." The white-blue-and-yellow cat said as the warrior burst into the small clearing he was in. "I take it from your reaction that you do not completly regoinze me?" The loner was sitting down, his tail tuck around his paws. Completly at eas in Thunderclan
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Post by Nighthunter on May 25, 2009 14:39:29 GMT -8
(OOC)Could you write a bit more please, and by the way, cats cannot be white yellow and blue???
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Post by Fury of the Tempest on May 26, 2009 0:18:10 GMT -8
OOC- Normally, they cannot. However, Tempestfury has a gentic mutation which has given him this strange colouring.
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ditto
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If you were me, then I'd be you, and if I were you, then I'd hide somewhere far away.
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Post by ditto on May 26, 2009 5:31:58 GMT -8
(....mutation can't change an animal's colors like that T_T...)
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Post by Fury of the Tempest on May 26, 2009 5:33:55 GMT -8
OOC- Genetic mutations can do everything. And the staff have accepted him. So please, stop complaining.
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Post by Nighthunter on May 28, 2009 13:52:10 GMT -8
(ooc) Ok but next time please post more than that.^^ [glow=white,2,300]Scarstorm [/glow] [glow=black,2,300]My scars are many, but may rage is like the chaos of a coming storm[/glow] Scarstorm rage slightly increased. How did that weird looking cat know his name? Why was he on there territory? Most importantly why wasn`t he running in fear? Scarstorm was not exactly in a guessing mood, nor a diplomatic one for that matter. At htis point he was ready to shread the cat now, and let him explain himself to Starclan, or the leader, whichever came first. The only thing that had stopped his furrious temper was his curiousity. He did feel that he knew this cat, but he could not remember how.
Is he an old enemy seeking revenge? NO..maybe a lost kittypet, no because he knows my name. Should I just rend him apart limb by limb? I am certainatly in the right mood for it. To think a lack of mate has gotten me this frustrated with myself. It makes me even more furious. Am I not worthy,and now I cannot even rememmber this strange cat.Am I losing it? This is so frustrating, and I can`t think straight. Maybe I would be better off just chasing this cat off now, and worrying about the consequences later.I bet that cat doesn`t have a mate either. His strange coat would drive them away. So he is soewhat like me. To bad for him, because he won`t be around long enough to get to know me.
His eyes flarred again and he stepped a bit closer to the mysterious cat. He was still unclear of how this cat knew him, but he was not from the clan so he had no business here. He let out a growl that sounded liek a roaring thunderpath. "I don`t know you, and you are on Thunderclan territory! Leave before I chase you out with your fur falling out in clumps as you leave!" Normally that cat would not have gotten a chance to respond, but Scarstorm was interested in his reply. Maybe it was just the anticipation of a dissagreement. That would give him all the justification in the world to attack the cat. |
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Post by Fury of the Tempest on May 29, 2009 5:43:51 GMT -8
"I am Tempestfury. Ally of all the clans, yet none." The loner said, standing up. "I proved myself to the leaders of all four clans. They accepted me as an ally to them all, without any favourisim. And I am allowed to vist any clan, at anytime I choose. It is my job the keep the peace between the clans. It is not a good idea for you to chase me of, Scarstorm."
OOC- Is that enough?
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