sunset watcher [o]

[»MiNNOW«]

M i N N O W K i T

A crimson red sunset blanketed the sky in streaks; orange tinted sun slowly fading to its usual place behind the distant mountains. Two vivid green orbs viewed the natural beauty, the sunset reflecting on their glossy surface. Silhouetted against the vast sky was a she-cat, paws tucked under her.
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This was a normal thing for Minnowkit to carry out at this time. Watching the sunset fade slowly in the west soothed her almost; and she sometimes dreamed of finding the place where the sun slept at night. Behind those mountains, it has a den of it's own. Insulated with the finest moss and bird feathers there are. The young apprentice kept these thoughts to herself. She thought of things in a way others did not; some may say immature. Minnowkit liked to think of the more extraordinary things, that her Clan-mates might not even dream of imagining. Her imagination could run wild, thinking sometimes of things that didn't make any sense what so ever. That was just the way she was.
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Letting out a deep sigh of contentment, the white furred cat rolled unto her side, from her previous position, paws outstretched. Life was pretty good, you could say. Normal moss ball games, normal happenings in camp, normal life. The more she thought about it the more she realized how dull her life was. Another sigh escaped her, this time upset. Crazy how mood can change in less than a minute.

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[Masquerade]

With whiskers twitching behind the little bit of fresh-kill he managed to capture, Raggedshadow entered camp mainly to place the catch where it belonged. His aquamarine colored eyes glittered in the fading sun, the dark splotches on his fur shining with cleanliness. The white glowed, or so it seemed, like fresh fallen snow in the midst of leaf-bare. The feline was quite large for a cat such as himself, the muscles behind his coat rippling with each paw-step he took.

Raggedshadow was just an ordinary tom, with a not so ordinary past. In fact, he could barely remember the few good times he'd had as a younger tom, though he wasn't that much old. The only thing he could really remember now is how he'd found Sparrowpaw. She'd been a friend to him since he first became her mentor, and they'd grown close since then. They talked about things that each couldn't with another cat, and Raggedshadow enjoyed that.

Now, he was lucky enough to call her his mate, and his life was complete. Well, for the most part. He never paid much attention to the things that went on in his past now, except for the fact that he'd killed his own father, but no other cat knew of such a thing. They merely thought that his father had just abandoned him, like his mother and sister did when they died. What a shame that he had to hide such a juicy secret, but he didn't want to be known as a blood-thirsty beast. His broad head already did enough for him, as well as his semi-abnormally large paws.

Raggedshadow's nose twitched, why, he didn't know. He turned, noticing the white she-kit watching the fading sun. "Oh, hello," he meowed kindly, eyes illuminated like newly-born stars. "Sorry if I intruded." He added, smiling softly.

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[»MiNNOW«]

M i N N O W K i T

"Oh, hello, sorry if I intruded."
Hearing the deep voice come from behind her, she swiveled her tufted ears toward the sound, then craned her neck. There stood a large tom, with dark splotches showing in the dim light. Raggedshadow. Her heart leapt inside her chest, and a smile quickly formed across her small muzzle. "Hi Raggedshadow!" Her meow was full of admiration, multi-coloured orbs gleaming with delight. "And oh no, not at all!" She ended with a purr- looking up at this tom who didn't even know her name as if he was her hero.

Young Minnow knew very well who Raggedshadow was. He had been pointed out to her many times and told who was. She knew much about this tom- more than he would ever believe.
Looking back at the sunset for a moment, the little white feline asked wistfully, "Where do you think the sun goes, Raggedshadow?" She crossed one of her petite paws over the other in a care-free manner. "I mean, when it goes down, behind those mountains up there," her pink nose twitched. "A den, maybe?" Her meow was nothing less than a sqeak- especially compared to the older tom.

[Lazy, sorry x)]

[|♥|Panther|♥|]

A grey she-cat walked up behind Minnowkit and pounced. Your it! Creek-kit squeaked as she ran. Creek-kit wanted to be happy and wanted to play but those thoughts of Creekfall kept coming back to her. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks and looked at the ground. Why did these thoughts have to always come to her? I know he found me and tried to take care of me but then he......dissapeared. she thought. That day was a nightmare to her. Creekfall going hunting and never coming back. Some warriors say that he went to live as a loner and others say that he fell into the river. No one knows for sure what happened to the warrior.

[Masquerade]

'Where do you think the sun goes....?"

His soft chuckle was his first reply, amusement caressing his face. He watched young Creek-kit, the boisterous 'You're it!' making him laugh once more. Then, he watched the kit stop, and he swept his tail around her, drawing her in toward him. "Tell you what, I think that sun right there is one of the bravest cats that ever lived."

[/b] He replied, looking at both kits with a sense of warmth.

"I think it does go into a den, when it sets I mean. Everything needs its rest once in a while." He added, looking down at Creek-kit now. "Are you alright, Creek-kit?" He asked softly, only doing what was a natural instinct to him. It was part of the Warrior Code to never neglect a kit in need, even if they were of a different clan. However, these two resided within this camp, and that was great for him

He was a little worried for the she-kit he'd drawn in toward he and the white kitten he'd been speaking with, the sense of warmth oddly strong for such a cat as himself. He felt... fatherly for some reason, but knew it would possibly help. Or so he hoped... he hated seeing cats in distress, even if it was over their own thoughts.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[|♥|Panther|♥|]

The grey she-cat looked at the warrior. She had felt safe around him and she didn't know why. It's just that the day Creekfall found me and then he dissapeared. Do you think he is going to come back for me, Raggedshadow? she asked the warrior. Everytime she had thought about him, the tears would start to come but this time she had pushed the tears away. Creek-kit couldn't let the warrior know she was crying.