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Post by talltale on Jun 15, 2013 15:21:47 GMT -5
Minkfur
Tom || 55 Moons || Warrior
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Brown-ticked tabby tom with white underparts and mismatched eyes.
----- The sun was just beginning to rise on a cool damp morning in Thunderclan's camp. Chilly dew moistened the ground and greens that were beginning to blossom with the new seasons. Scents rolled in from all directions of the forests and the birds were beginning to sing in the dim morning light. There weren't many cats up at this point and a hushed lull had fallen over the camp. Minkfur, however, was awake. He had been awake for several hours, long before the sun had shown the world it's glittering light. He had gone hunting and nearly caught a crow but the sad part about those blasted birds was they would regularly defend one another, so poor Minkfur had been dive bombed. Now the lithe tom was sitting in the middle of his camp's clearing looking about. His one blue and one green eyes fell on the high rock. A sigh escaped the tom as he let himself get lost in memory.
In the mind's eye of the tall tom he could still see that familiar blue-gray shape holding her silver muzzle high and proud as she addressed her adoring clan. Her blue eyes didn't shine like water or ice but rather danced with the power of fire. Bluestar had been Minkfur's greatest idol. If he had not regarded her as more of a starclan-like cat then he'd probably have loved her. She was the greatest leader in his mind, she had not only been his leader though. Bluestar, before she became bluestar, had been Bluefur, mentor to a pathetic little excuse for an apprentice: Minkpaw. How much confidence, and how much knowledge and skills had Minkfur learned from Bluefur? Of course she hadn't taught him everything he knows since he was older now and was constantly adapting to his ever changing life, but she had taught him the founding blocks that build who he was today.
Minkfur sighed again and his tail tip flicked in distaste. He could now see the day when Bluestar had named Tigerstar deputy! That was the only mistake she had ever made in his eyes. He couldn't beleive what he saw that day and now... now Minkfur was sure that it was Tigerstar's plotting that made Bluestar pay for her mistake. The heckles on the back of the tom's spine began t prickle as he thought of Bloodclan and Thunderclan under the dirty claws of that untrustworthy so called leadership!
With a strong shake of his head Minkfur was back to reality. His tail lay still out behind him, his fur lay flat and his breath was steady. The light of morning danced on his pelt as it would on a stone. He didn't move, he just observed... His feelings being bottled inside, but like a storm in a bottle his feelings threatened to break free.
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Moli
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Post by Moli on Jun 17, 2013 23:08:31 GMT -5
Morning was Spottedtail's favorite time of the day.
The sun's rays were rising as she padded softly out of the den, stretching out luxiourously as she felt the sunlight touch her white pelt. It was quiet and warm, and she could hear the forest around her beginning to stir while her Clan mates slept peacefully. It was easy to forget that the Clans were at war on a morning like this. If only they could understand what Tigerstar meant! She often felt that his meaning was confused when other Clans repeated it. Tigerstar didn't want TigerClan for glory or power, but to ensure peace and security. How cats could argue with that, she wasn't sure.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Minkfur sitting in the middle of the clearing, simply looking around, his mismatched eyes lost in thought. Minkfur was interesting to her. She liked to look at his eyes, not only because they were different colors, but also because they seemed to be thoughtful whenever she saw him. She wondered what he was thinking about. This morning, she decided to find out.
Spottedtail stood up straight, and made her way toward the tabby tom. "Good morning, Minkfur," She greeted him. "You're up early."
It wasn't the smoothest remark she could have made, but a conversation had to start somewhere. |
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Post by talltale on Jun 17, 2013 23:21:27 GMT -5
Minkfur
Tom || 55 Moons || Warrior
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Brown-ticked tabby tom with white underparts and mismatched eyes.
-----A large bat-like ear flicked and caught sound from behind him, Minkfur's ears were large and relatively sharp so when someone was up and about in the camp, he usually knew about it. At first he wondered if it was a cat he wasn't fond of but then the light steps portrayed the to-be visitor as a smaller cat. Probably Spottedtail, she loved the morning and it was a rare day when Minkfur was awake for much longer than she.
Sure enough when the she cat's voice rang into the clearing with a sweet warm tone he was confirmed as to who it belonged to. Turning his narrow gracefully shaped face towards the pretty mostly white she-cat he nodded respectfully and blinked in a common greeting. "Good morning Spottedtail." He meowed his voice rolling into the still air like velvet, masculine yet delicate and sophisticated. "Aren't I always." He retorted with a gentle friendly tone bordering on teasing.
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Post by Moli on Jun 18, 2013 9:02:56 GMT -5
She purred lightly with amusement when Minkfur replied. "Yes, you are." She replied with an equal teasing tone. She walked over to him and sat down, wrapping her ginger spotted tail around her paws, brushing past his own paws before it settled neatly at her feet. She took a deep breath, enjoying the morning stillness. She looked over at Minkfur out of the corner of her eye. She wondered what he had been thinking about. He was always thinking about something - at least, that was how it looked to her whenever she saw him.
Spottedtail decided to ask. "What were you looking at? Thinking about anything in particular?" She turned her gaze in the general direction of where he had been looking. High Rock? She wondered, green eyes looking at the center of ThunderClan's camp curiously. What was he thinking about that involved High Rock? |
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Post by talltale on Jun 18, 2013 11:41:33 GMT -5
Minkfur
Tom || 55 Moons || Warrior
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Brown-ticked tabby tom with white underparts and mismatched eyes.
-----The tall tom relaxed and watched the pretty she-cat settle in beside him. Minkfur was not known for being particularly social but it wasn't that he didn't like company it was simply that he didn't go out of his way to seek it. When company came to him he was happy to enjoy it while it lasted.
"Ah, just lost in memory." He chuckled, "I'm an old cat you know." He added, he wasn't really very old, only just under 5 years but he was older than most cats and he remembered more about the clan as it was before. Some of these cats didn't even know Tigerstar as a warrior, but Minkfur did. When Minkfur was born Tigerstar was a young warrior barely out of his apprentice moons, they had never gotten along. When Minkfur had become an apprentice he begged not to be given Tigerclaw as a mentor, luckily his prayers had been answered and he was placed with Bluefur. The more he thought about it the more he missed the old days. Bluefur, Redtail... all of them. He even remembered Tigerstar's poor little apprentice, the one who had run away in fear of his mentor! That was not the way a clan should work! The thought of Ravenpaw almost made his fur bristle, "I'm just an old cat." He repeated a little sadly. There was nothing he could do about it... Any of it...
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Post by Moli on Jun 18, 2013 13:26:17 GMT -5
Spottedtail turned her gaze back to Minkfur. He sounded so sad. She knew he was older than many of his Clan mates, and he had more memories than they did. He knew more about the Clan's past than most of the warriors he ran alongside. Bluestar had been his mentor, she recalled. He had taken her death very hard. But Tigerstar would take care of them now. That was why he was leader now, and why Bluestar had made him deputy in the first place. Sure he was ambitious, but that ambition would make ThunderClan great. She could feel it.
Even with his age, though, Spottedtail had never seen Minkfur as old. "You're not much older than me!" She purred, nudging into him with her shoulder teasingly in an attempt to distract him from his sad thoughts. She was younger than him, but not that much.
"I bet you could still beat me on a patrol. Shall we go check the borders?" She asked him. It was early, and they could go ahead and take the sunrise patrol. She was sure that Foxheart wouldn't mind. As if she would understand about patrols! She thought bitterly. She was still annoyed that a rogue had take her possible place as deputy. A dirty, stinking, ignorant rogue, and Tigerstar had the gall to make her deputy over a ThunderClan cat! That and BloodClan... She couldn't understand that decision, but she tried to tell herself that he had his reasons. She just wished he would share them with her, and the rest of the Clan. |
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Post by talltale on Jun 18, 2013 16:47:49 GMT -5
Minkfur
Tom || 55 Moons || Warrior
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Brown-ticked tabby tom with white underparts and mismatched eyes.
-----Minkfur let a rumbling purr of amusement roll up from his barreled chest, "Yes I may not be THAT old but I was already a warrior when your mother gave birth to you." He meowed, he wasn't sure why he was trying to make himself sound old, "Actually I was hopping that one of your siblings or you yourself would have been my first apprentice, but Bluestar was not ready to make such a rambunctious thing a mentor. Not yet." He chuckled, how spry and overly adventurous he used to be! There was not an inch of the clan's territory that he did not know, there was few things about the other clans he didn't know for that matter. When he was invited to ceremonies like the gathering he always made it a point of being friendly. Not only did it provide the other clans with a calm and more relaxed disposition towards Thunderclan but it also gave Minkfur an edge in battle. Perhaps, if anything were to happen to him, the other clans may take mercy on him if his manners were good enough to be memorable.
"Hm" the brown and white tom looked over at the fresh kill pile, "We should also probably hunt, the pile is looking a little low." He meowed softly getting to his paws and stretching his long legs, "Come on then, lets see if your mentor was as good and I would have been." He said in a light joking manner, he respected Littlefoot and didn't have any doubts about his mentoring ability... none the less it might be fun to get a rise out of Spottedtail.
OOC; You want to make the thread out in the territory or should I?
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Post by Moli on Jun 18, 2013 21:59:30 GMT -5
((I'm on it. This is just a transition.))
Minkfur? Rambunctious? She didn't remember him that way. He was never a stiff or boring cat, but he wasn't exactly a bundle of energy, either. Spottedtail couldn't imagine him as being a rambunctious warrior that coudln't handle an apprentice. Either way, she was glad she had Littlefoot. He had been the best mentor.
At his challenge, she rose and had a spring in her step as she moved toward the bramble tunnel. "I'm ready to hunt. I hope you're ready to learn a lesson yourself!" She purred teasingly, and bounded out of the tunnel into the forest. |
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