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Post by Rainy on Feb 21, 2009 11:51:08 GMT -6
XXRedstormXX
It was a dark night with no moon in the sky. Silverpelt wasn't shinning that night either. Redstorm found himself in the middle of a strange part of the territory. It was by the border of Sunclan. There was a cat laying there, covered in massive blood. He couldn't tell who the cat was, so he went closer to investigate. Behind the blood, there was thick, snow-white fur, soaking in deep red. This cat was strangly fimilar, and it scared him. Claws ranked Redstorm's side with a fury he had never seen before. Almost like the claw shanks of hate and revenge. He looked at the cat's opened eyes, and they were red as well. Thats when he realized it. The cat, covered in blood and hate was himself. The mighty deputy of Moonclan.
Redstorm's eyes shot open, breathing heavily and gasping for air. It was in the middle of the night. It was just a stupid dream. Still, the dream was so vivid, it scared him. His head perked up, and he saw some cats glare at him. Was he talking in his sleep. Shooken, Redstorm wanted to go outside and get some fresh air. He stepped outside, still rather sleepy. His darting eyes glanced to the leader's den. Should he tell his leader of his dream? No, it was only a dream right. It wouldn't do anyone any good. He licked his paw, checking to see if there was any blood. Nope, clean.
He lay in the silent clearing, worrying. Most of the time, a dream was just a dream, but this was so real... Ugh He thought, thikning of the spattered blood. He put his head against the ground, trying to go to sleep again, but he heard something...or someone...
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Post by firebrush on Feb 22, 2009 18:21:16 GMT -6
A pale she-cat dropped from a nearby tree, padding quietly through the moonclan camp. The lightly marked apprentice dropped a squirrel onto the freshkill pile. Then she noticed the other cat in the clearing.
Hawkpaw instinctively turned her face away, concealing her scarred muzzle from view. "Oh, Redstorm," she mumbled, "I was just on my way back to the apprentice's den." Hawkpaw desperately hoped that she either hadn't been noticed or that the clan deputy was too tired to remember anything in the morning.
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Post by Rainy on Feb 24, 2009 19:13:54 GMT -6
XXRedstormXX
He was too tired to notice. He didn't even notice the apprentice until he spoke. Redstorm's blood red eyes glanced up at the cat. His white fur was still standing on it's end from the dream. He must have looked like he had just seen a ghost. In a way, he felt like he was a ghost in the dream, gazing upon his stained pelt... he tried to push them aside and talk to Hawkpaw. "Of course Hawkpaw."
He didn't say this normally. Normally, his deep voice was strict and leader like. It was fearless, brave, loyal, honest voice that he was quite known for around the clans. When he walked into a room, he was noticed. His broad shoulders were always reconized and his unique eyes glowed at everyone in angry, hate, and fury. Now, it was different. His proud shoulders curved in a slump, and his voice was frigtened and fragile.
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