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Post by Froststar on Feb 7, 2013 21:30:13 GMT -5
A brown, striped paw lifted from the grassy earth to be licked by a bright pink tongue. The able-bodied she-cat flicked her tail within the shadows that consealed her so well. Proudly was how she held herself. She was Froststar, leader of ThunderClan. She had scented that some cat was within her territory. ThunderClan territory. And they did not smell of the familiar undergrowth scents of the forest. With unforgiving, steely-concentrated electric blue eyes, she scanned the area before her. Her adversary obviously did not know her well. Any cat would know Froststar did not take kindly to uninvited guests. They would be lucky if they got out alive. At this hour, no cat would be awake except Froststar. She seemed to be awake all the time. Waiting. Watching. With those accusatory blue eyes many a cat trembled under. Disrespect was unthinkable. For the moment you parted your jaws to meow a smart-toothed remark to this serious brown-furred cat, your nose was bleeding and some fur was clawed out. "Name and Clan, now," Froststar hissed menacingly, with her booming, powerful, authoriative meow. She was still in a lax position, not at all worried about the cat who was coming, though she could not see them.
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Post by Bluestar on Feb 7, 2013 22:30:19 GMT -5
Um I am Sandstar leader of Wind Clan. "Uh is this a bad time because I could leave and come back later if you want me to," said Sandstar. "I wanted to learn the ways of the leaders and I wasn't being a good one so I was wondering if I can learn from you," I said.
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Post by Froststar on Feb 17, 2013 1:17:31 GMT -5
"A leader," scoffed Froststar. A leader? For StarClan's sake... Of all things WindClan could want... It had to be leadership skills? Apparently WindClan lacked it. Taking slow, delibrate pawsteps from the tall-perched Highrock, the brown, muscular leader made her way toward Sandstar. The sun was casting brilliant hues into the dawn sky. Her Clan would be waking soon. This best not take long. "Alright." Silent pawsteps ceased as Froststar stopped in front of the WindClan leader. "What is it you find difficult as being a leader?" asked Froststar, very displeased at the tone she was using. It was soft... Almost kind.
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Post by Bluestar on Feb 18, 2013 16:14:16 GMT -5
"I just want to learn the ways of a leader and be a better one,"I said.
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Post by Froststar on May 6, 2013 20:41:22 GMT -5
"Just lead your Clan. Do what you think is right. Don't pick favorites. For StarClan's sake, what else could you want to know?!" hissed Froststar. Oh, there was that tone she had lacked a few seconds before. But she wasn't anywhere near attacking Sandstar. That would make ThunderClan's reputation go downhill.
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Post by Bluestar on May 11, 2013 21:02:44 GMT -5
"I just was hoping I could learn from you," Sandstar pleaded. "Plus I think you look beautiful," said Sandstar.
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Post by Froststar on May 11, 2013 23:27:01 GMT -5
Froststar stiffened, her muscles tightening, her claws unsheathing. Rage. Unspeakable rage. How... Could StarClan make a mistake. A mistake-- no, a disgrace, like this. "...Beautiful." Foreign words meowed through any cat. No cat would even dare to speak that to her. It took every ounce of Froststar's self control to not lash out at Sandstar and take one of his worthless lives. Instead, she stepped back, her muscles tightened. "Disgrace!" Her booming, authoritive voice resonated throughout the ThunderClan camp. Luckily no cat heard... Hopefully. "You disgrace," she said in a lower voice, a growling whisper, rumbling in her chest. "Don't speak like that to me. Ever. I supposed you didn't say anything else. So... It's not that bad. Repeat your request again."
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Post by Bluestar on May 14, 2013 18:14:45 GMT -5
"I just wanted to learn from a cat that I liked?"
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Post by Froststar on May 18, 2013 17:38:48 GMT -5
The brown tabby she-cat narrowed her cold, unforgiving blue eyes at the WindClan leader. "Affections for a cat from another Clan is against the Warrior Code. I thought you were taught that as an apprentice. I guess WindClan is getting a bit rusty," insulted Froststar.
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Post by Bluestar on May 21, 2013 20:33:30 GMT -5
"That is why I want to join your clan for a little while so I can learn ,"I said.
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Post by Froststar on May 25, 2013 20:46:45 GMT -5
Froststar suppressed a sigh and sat back on the dew-speckled, vibrant, green grass. She fluffed her tail out from beneath her and it twitched slightly at the tip in irritation. "For StarClan's sake--" began the ThunderClan leader, but upon gazing in Sandstar's eyes, she could see the conviction in his eyes. With heavy regret, and a vow to not let WindClan ever forget this, she meowed, "Fine. You can join ThunderClan. To learn the ways of a leader. Myself or my deputy will mentor you in those areas." But Froststar wanted to make this as difficult for Sandstar as possible. "While you are in my Clan, you will not have the name of a leader, though you will still have your nine lives and such-- I presume, if you haven't lost any yet. What was your warrior name?" she said icily, though with a victorious and gallant tone of voice. Her question was not said kindly, it was hardly a question, more of an I-expect-you-to-answer-me type of question.
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Post by Bluestar on May 26, 2013 10:56:24 GMT -5
"StripedSand," I said hating it as I looked away I looked at the sun then the trees.
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Post by Froststar on May 28, 2013 19:01:49 GMT -5
"Stripedsand?" the large tabby she-cat scoffed. "Wouldn't your leader name be Stripedstar, then? Whatever. I was expecting Sandclaw or Sandstorm." With a flick of her ear, she turned away, her tail-tip still twitching. "I don't know where to send you. If you go to the warrior's den, you'll be attacked. The medicine cat's den is off-limits. Unless, of course, you get injured--" A knowing, mocking glace was thrown Sandstar's way-- "You can go there. While in my Clan, you will be treated as any other Clanmate. Hm. Go to Highrocks and stay there. I'll be there in a moment." Froststar lifted her paw to dismiss Sandstar.
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Post by Bluestar on May 28, 2013 19:36:35 GMT -5
As I traveled out I remember how it sucked to be a little cat all over again. As I neared the place I hoped I can feel at home and not be like an outlaw or something. Once I entered the highrocks I went inside and made my self at home. I sat and tried to figure out ways that I can impress Froststar.
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Post by Froststar on Jun 2, 2013 7:02:06 GMT -5
Froststar padded over to the Highrocks, lashing her tail as she saw Sandstar-- no, Stripedsand nestled into the small opening of Highrocks. "Get. Out. Of. There. Clan meetings are held up here. Sit beside me." She flicked her ear and turned around to face the front of the Highrocks. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrocks for a Clan meeting!" yowled Froststar in her authoritive meow. She seemed dignified once again, not the visibly irritated Froststar from just a moment ago.
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