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Post by shiningheart on Apr 2, 2013 22:18:14 GMT -5
[/b] she said, having to nearly yowl to be heard by her patrol mates. [/size][/blockquote][/ul] |
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Post by gray on May 19, 2013 13:36:20 GMT -5
The gorge, as always, made the broad-shouldered tabby tomcat extraordinarily uncomfortable. He was too, well, broad for this stretch of dangerous territory and, never comfortable near large bodies of water anyways, hated the gorge with a passion that outweighed any other hatred—except maybe his hatred of swimming. The soggy, waterlogged ground underneath his paws squelched in a distinctly not reassuring way. “I hate the gorge during new-leaf!” yowled the young, pretty tabby on the patrol. Honeyflame, she was called, and what a fitting name that was—her golden-and-brown tabby coat certainly made one think of honey, and flame was an apt descriptor of her fierce personality and fighting skill. Privately, Cedar grudgingly admired the honey-colored she-cat, but that comment just irritated him.
“I hate the gorge any time,” he griped back at her. He was, admittedly, rather sore about being assigned to this patrol. Leopardstar should know by now—it had been quite long enough, thought Cedar –that putting him near the river was a terrible idea. He might have a RiverClan father, but he definitely took after his loner mother in both attitude and appearance. He hated getting his paws wet and he also had an aversion to the taste of fish—quite an un-RiverClan-like feline on the whole. His patrol mates, on the other hand, always seemed right at home near the river, a characteristic he would happily shred their coats for.
Honeyflame especially was just too damned happy to get her coat soaked. Overlooking that major flaw, though, Cedar supposed she was one of the more bearable members of RiverClan.
word count // 264
ooc comments // none
tags // shiny & anyone else who happens to decide to be on border patrol xD
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Post by shiningheart on Jun 1, 2013 14:31:34 GMT -5
Of all cats to reply to her exclamation, she hadn't expected Cedarclaw. She knew of his aversion to water; almost all of RiverClan did. The former loner didn't exactly make a secret of his detestation for all things that made RiverClan RiverClan. He didn't like getting wet, he avoided eating fish like greencough, and he didn't give a lick about whether ShadowClan hunted in their territory or not. He may have been in the same Clan as her, but as far as Honeyflame was concerned, he wasn't a Clanmate.
She displayed this with a contemptible flick of her tail and a narrow-eyed glare at the big brown tabby. "You don't like the river at all, so you don't count. I just don't like that a single misplaced pawstep can send someone tumbling down. Even a Clanborn RiverClan cat would have trouble down there. I can't imagine how it would be for anyone else." An immature dig at his origins, but it wasn't like Cedarclaw was ashamed of it. |
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Post by gray on Jun 16, 2013 8:49:32 GMT -5
Misting spray soaked easily through Cedar’s soft and distinctly not RiverClan-sleek coat of fur, effectively drenching him. He rescinded his earlier thought of Honeyflame’s bearableness when she turned around and—true to her name, which reflected her nature –spat at him. “You don’t like the river at all, so you don’t count. I just don’t like that a single misplaced pawstep can send someone tumbling down. Even a Clanborn RiverClan cat would have trouble down there. I can’t imagine how it would be for anyone else.”
[/I] In hindsight, the broad tabby tom supposed he should have anticipated a response like that. It didn’t mean he had to like it, however. Stifling the low growl that rumbled in his chest, he crashed through wet undergrowth with more than a few muttered curses. “No, I don’t like the river at all. It reeks of fish,” he griped. “You reek of fish. This whole territory reeks of fish.” The river comment didn’t bother Cedarclaw, nor did the subtle jibe at his past and origins; he was used to insults like that. In fact, he liked insults like that. It proved to him and everyone else that he was no slippery RiverClanner. However, saying he didn’t count… now that bothered him. “But I do more for this Clan than half the others combined. I work. All day. You have no right to tell me what I do and don’t count towards.” Practically every pawstep he took, he could hear his paw hitting the saturated ground. Grump, grump, grump, grump. When would this patrol be over? word count // 261
ooc comments // none
tags // shiny & anyone else who happens to decide to be on border patrol xD [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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