Post by Feathers~of~the~Past on Jul 9, 2008 13:13:24 GMT -7
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Chapter
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An Unhappy Reunion
Darkness filled the sky as the milky-orange sun slowly dropped between the morbidly gray mountains. Feather, a charming young female cat, occupied herself while running through the green undergrowth, the color in the leaves slowly disapating in the loss of sunlight, trying harder than she ever thought possible to get to her friend. The slow-moving sunlight still shown on Feather’s black and white pelt. Ferns and brambles batted her face with each step she took. The sandy ground gushed through the openings between her claws. The scent of the forest and cold, wet rocks echoed inside her nostrils, distracting her from her from the original ambitions she had.
She was supposed to meet up with her old friend, Molla, and bring her back to the ForestTribe. She stopped in between a bramble bush and ferns, where the sand was the softest she felt so far. Feather pushed the distractions to the back of her mind and brought to the front her first ambition. The thought of her friend yelling at her for being late made her quote in her head: Ugh! She’s gonna be so mad if I’m late!
A sharp, threatening scent caught inside Feather’s nose, telling her an enemy was around or it was her own scent. She sighed as she realized it was a stail badger scent. She shook her head to clear it of the fear and get back on track. Unfortunatly, it didn’t work. Feather padded medium fast through the undergrowth, fearing that a badger would jump out at any moment and devour her small black and white body, killing her slowly and very painfully. A gray, rocky clearing slowly came into view between the leaves of the ferns and
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thorns of the brambles. She broke into a trot. As she reached the edge of the undergrowth, she noticed sprouts of weeds and tufts of grass planted in between the nooks and cracks of each rock. Exhaustion climbed into her aching limbs as she stopped to sit silently on a cold, large, gray rock.
She strained her eyes to see the tiny, light brown body padding slowly towards Feather’s still, aching body. After a few long moments, the light brown body arrived in front of Feather. Molla! The body was of her old friends’.
“Hey, Molla! It’s great to see ya’! How've ya been? How long has it been since I seen my best friend, honestly?” Feather exclaimed with a small glimmer in her lavender eyes. She gave her friend an affectionate lick on the base of her ear.
“It’s great to see you, Feather. I’ve been well and it’s been a while,” Molla replied, a smirk on her brown face. She returned the lick Feather gave her. “Enough getting caught up in our supposed daily lives, let’s get down to business.” Molla twitched her whiskers and opened her mouth in an attempt to keep talking, but Feather got to speak first.
“StarTribe is about to set off a war with the dolphins of SeaTribe, eh?” Feather said, licking her paw with swift, angry licks. “The d**n SkyTribe is being a huge problem by not helping the dolphins. Is our Tribe the only living creatures about to help the d**n SeaTribe?” Frustration echoed in Feather’s voice.
“StarTribe’s leader jumped off the diving board into the deep end, that’s why. d**ned StarTribe foxes! They ate us out of our old territorty and turned it into a f**kin spa,” Molla hiss with intense annoyance, pushing pebbles out in front of her. “It’s incredably frustrating to see a whole Tribe fall because the foxes want to play.”
“I hear ya. Why can’t they wait till the dolphin’s tides are low? It’s when the dolphins are strongest. That way they have a stronger chance of defeating the foxes,” Feather replied, her anger increasing with disgust among it. Anger shown brightly in her lavender eyes.
“And ForestTribe cats aren’t doing much to help either. We’ll do something to stop this war, right? Just you and me?” Molla growled, the suggestion lingeried in her mind as she felt the breeze tickle her pelt in swift, cold blows. Her green eyes stared into Feather’s, impatience crawled at her spine as she waited for her friend to speak and for something to happen. Whenever she’s with Feather something happens... And that something isn’t particularly good.
“Yeah, but how wi-” Feather began in a slow moment, but was cut off by a threatening howl. Feather turned startledly in small, worried circles, imitating Molla in some ways. The rock under paws grew colder and colder with each passing second. Feather searched the undergrowth with her deep lavender eyes. She spotted four different pairs of eyes. All glaring at her with intense hatered and depressing memories. Feather’s heart filled with sadness as she viewed those depressing memories of those poor, lost souls of the creatures of the night. She pushed them away and whisked herself back to the stuff that happened here and now.
(guess I could put page 3 as well)
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“What the Hell?” Feather and Molla whispered together cold heartedly. Their eyes became wide at what they saw.
A huge gray fox made its way to the top of a rock which sat on two other rocks that were oddly shaped like cats’ paws. The piercing blue eyes of the fox made Feather want to make dirt where she was standing. Just the look of the fox made her pelt sting. “Why cower in the shadow of the one who asks for you to be his ally?” the huge fox laughed. “Seems to me like you’d be a terrible one from the look of you.” The words coming from him felt like holes burning into Feather’s pelt.
“W-why have you crossed the line into our territor-ry? And who- who are you?” Feather stuttered with intense fear lurking in the depths of her lavender eyes. Her body shook as she crouched on the cold rock she originally placed herself on.
Fur bristling, claws aching to rip the tail right off of the fox’s body slapped at Molla’s mind. Bastard! He has no right to just walk in like he has nothing to lose or act like a complete control freak! No d**n right! Molla thought. A call from behind Molla distracted her and Feather from their thoughts.
“Hahaha. You think striking fear into the souls of others is a way to win their alliance? Well, you’re dead wrong, you idiot!” was the call. Molla spun around to see who it was, her light brown pelt bristling with the pains of blood-shed. The unexpected guest padded out of a patch of tall grass and growled with a fury so strong it wouldn’t be able to be explained. Its’ appearence seemed almost lethal to Feather. Her body frozen to the rock as the fox and wolfe spoke.
“Get the Hell off our land!” Molla shrieked beside Feather. “Look, Feather, quit bein’ all scared about everythin’. Just because they’re bigger than us doesn’t mean anything.”
Feather whipped her head around to face Molla. She flinched at the words her friend had said. SHe took a moment to fuly understand the meaning of those words. “Thanks, Molla. Couldn’t have a better friend in all of the ForestTribe,” Feather whispered. “You dare even to try and touch our ground, ask for our alliance with you... What the Hell is your problem?” Feather and Molla yowled. Light, the strange cat that had entered the clearing a short time ago, winced at what the other cats had said.
“Your will is strong... I admire your pathetic effort. Hahahaha,” the fox laughed menacingly. His gray fur shown in the dancing moonlight. He laughed some more. His blue eyes echoed the fear Feather gave off.
“You are one fat pile of dog crap,” Light yowled at the fox. He glared at the foxs’ ugly, scary, threatening face.
“And who are you to yowl at the greatest leader of all time?” the wolfe howled. “Dust is the one who will lead this pathetic land to victory!” His eyes sparkled like sparklers in the middle of a hot summer. A purple flood of dismay and depression.
After the wolfe’s appalingly moronic words, Feather and Molla said nothing. They stared at each other, willing each other to speak in spite of their fear. Molla was the last to laugh. “Enough of this!” she howled. “Get the Hell off our land or I’ll get the rest of ForestTribe on your asses!”
“Whatch your ungrateful, little mouth, you moron!” The wolfe growled with utmost threats.
Chapter
1
An Unhappy Reunion
Darkness filled the sky as the milky-orange sun slowly dropped between the morbidly gray mountains. Feather, a charming young female cat, occupied herself while running through the green undergrowth, the color in the leaves slowly disapating in the loss of sunlight, trying harder than she ever thought possible to get to her friend. The slow-moving sunlight still shown on Feather’s black and white pelt. Ferns and brambles batted her face with each step she took. The sandy ground gushed through the openings between her claws. The scent of the forest and cold, wet rocks echoed inside her nostrils, distracting her from her from the original ambitions she had.
She was supposed to meet up with her old friend, Molla, and bring her back to the ForestTribe. She stopped in between a bramble bush and ferns, where the sand was the softest she felt so far. Feather pushed the distractions to the back of her mind and brought to the front her first ambition. The thought of her friend yelling at her for being late made her quote in her head: Ugh! She’s gonna be so mad if I’m late!
A sharp, threatening scent caught inside Feather’s nose, telling her an enemy was around or it was her own scent. She sighed as she realized it was a stail badger scent. She shook her head to clear it of the fear and get back on track. Unfortunatly, it didn’t work. Feather padded medium fast through the undergrowth, fearing that a badger would jump out at any moment and devour her small black and white body, killing her slowly and very painfully. A gray, rocky clearing slowly came into view between the leaves of the ferns and
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thorns of the brambles. She broke into a trot. As she reached the edge of the undergrowth, she noticed sprouts of weeds and tufts of grass planted in between the nooks and cracks of each rock. Exhaustion climbed into her aching limbs as she stopped to sit silently on a cold, large, gray rock.
She strained her eyes to see the tiny, light brown body padding slowly towards Feather’s still, aching body. After a few long moments, the light brown body arrived in front of Feather. Molla! The body was of her old friends’.
“Hey, Molla! It’s great to see ya’! How've ya been? How long has it been since I seen my best friend, honestly?” Feather exclaimed with a small glimmer in her lavender eyes. She gave her friend an affectionate lick on the base of her ear.
“It’s great to see you, Feather. I’ve been well and it’s been a while,” Molla replied, a smirk on her brown face. She returned the lick Feather gave her. “Enough getting caught up in our supposed daily lives, let’s get down to business.” Molla twitched her whiskers and opened her mouth in an attempt to keep talking, but Feather got to speak first.
“StarTribe is about to set off a war with the dolphins of SeaTribe, eh?” Feather said, licking her paw with swift, angry licks. “The d**n SkyTribe is being a huge problem by not helping the dolphins. Is our Tribe the only living creatures about to help the d**n SeaTribe?” Frustration echoed in Feather’s voice.
“StarTribe’s leader jumped off the diving board into the deep end, that’s why. d**ned StarTribe foxes! They ate us out of our old territorty and turned it into a f**kin spa,” Molla hiss with intense annoyance, pushing pebbles out in front of her. “It’s incredably frustrating to see a whole Tribe fall because the foxes want to play.”
“I hear ya. Why can’t they wait till the dolphin’s tides are low? It’s when the dolphins are strongest. That way they have a stronger chance of defeating the foxes,” Feather replied, her anger increasing with disgust among it. Anger shown brightly in her lavender eyes.
“And ForestTribe cats aren’t doing much to help either. We’ll do something to stop this war, right? Just you and me?” Molla growled, the suggestion lingeried in her mind as she felt the breeze tickle her pelt in swift, cold blows. Her green eyes stared into Feather’s, impatience crawled at her spine as she waited for her friend to speak and for something to happen. Whenever she’s with Feather something happens... And that something isn’t particularly good.
“Yeah, but how wi-” Feather began in a slow moment, but was cut off by a threatening howl. Feather turned startledly in small, worried circles, imitating Molla in some ways. The rock under paws grew colder and colder with each passing second. Feather searched the undergrowth with her deep lavender eyes. She spotted four different pairs of eyes. All glaring at her with intense hatered and depressing memories. Feather’s heart filled with sadness as she viewed those depressing memories of those poor, lost souls of the creatures of the night. She pushed them away and whisked herself back to the stuff that happened here and now.
(guess I could put page 3 as well)
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“What the Hell?” Feather and Molla whispered together cold heartedly. Their eyes became wide at what they saw.
A huge gray fox made its way to the top of a rock which sat on two other rocks that were oddly shaped like cats’ paws. The piercing blue eyes of the fox made Feather want to make dirt where she was standing. Just the look of the fox made her pelt sting. “Why cower in the shadow of the one who asks for you to be his ally?” the huge fox laughed. “Seems to me like you’d be a terrible one from the look of you.” The words coming from him felt like holes burning into Feather’s pelt.
“W-why have you crossed the line into our territor-ry? And who- who are you?” Feather stuttered with intense fear lurking in the depths of her lavender eyes. Her body shook as she crouched on the cold rock she originally placed herself on.
Fur bristling, claws aching to rip the tail right off of the fox’s body slapped at Molla’s mind. Bastard! He has no right to just walk in like he has nothing to lose or act like a complete control freak! No d**n right! Molla thought. A call from behind Molla distracted her and Feather from their thoughts.
“Hahaha. You think striking fear into the souls of others is a way to win their alliance? Well, you’re dead wrong, you idiot!” was the call. Molla spun around to see who it was, her light brown pelt bristling with the pains of blood-shed. The unexpected guest padded out of a patch of tall grass and growled with a fury so strong it wouldn’t be able to be explained. Its’ appearence seemed almost lethal to Feather. Her body frozen to the rock as the fox and wolfe spoke.
“Get the Hell off our land!” Molla shrieked beside Feather. “Look, Feather, quit bein’ all scared about everythin’. Just because they’re bigger than us doesn’t mean anything.”
Feather whipped her head around to face Molla. She flinched at the words her friend had said. SHe took a moment to fuly understand the meaning of those words. “Thanks, Molla. Couldn’t have a better friend in all of the ForestTribe,” Feather whispered. “You dare even to try and touch our ground, ask for our alliance with you... What the Hell is your problem?” Feather and Molla yowled. Light, the strange cat that had entered the clearing a short time ago, winced at what the other cats had said.
“Your will is strong... I admire your pathetic effort. Hahahaha,” the fox laughed menacingly. His gray fur shown in the dancing moonlight. He laughed some more. His blue eyes echoed the fear Feather gave off.
“You are one fat pile of dog crap,” Light yowled at the fox. He glared at the foxs’ ugly, scary, threatening face.
“And who are you to yowl at the greatest leader of all time?” the wolfe howled. “Dust is the one who will lead this pathetic land to victory!” His eyes sparkled like sparklers in the middle of a hot summer. A purple flood of dismay and depression.
After the wolfe’s appalingly moronic words, Feather and Molla said nothing. They stared at each other, willing each other to speak in spite of their fear. Molla was the last to laugh. “Enough of this!” she howled. “Get the Hell off our land or I’ll get the rest of ForestTribe on your asses!”
“Whatch your ungrateful, little mouth, you moron!” The wolfe growled with utmost threats.