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Post by Tay on Sept 3, 2010 14:55:14 GMT -5
Just what exactly was she doing here? To be honest, there were quite a few factors that had played into her current positioning.
First of all, she was tired of that nonsense the leader was always going on about - she wanted some adventure, whether or not they thought something weird was going on. However, she had balked at the idea of exploring the ice caves, which had always left her with a sour feeling in her stomach after talking about them, and so she had opted to invade what her Clanmates referred to as a holy ground, deciding that she had just a right to be there as any other cat, which ties in with her second bout of reasoning.
The small orange tabby had been having a chronic head pain of sorts lately, and had self-prescribed a cold trek across her Clan's territory - also known as the stark and unforgiving tundra - to the pines, which she hoped would somehow magically cure her migraines. Of course, she didn't actually believe that that bit of logic would pull through for her, and so she had come prepared with a plan C.
Heatherfur had had a sneaking suspicion lately that something wasn't quite right. However, none of her Clanmates seemed to share in her suspicions, save her sister, Reedpaw, who was generally always suspicious of one thing or another. To be fair, could one blame her? Reedpaw had been dealing with the steadily decomposing Gingerberry for the past few moons now - it was only to be expected that she was used to seeing the dark side of every cat and every thing. Gingerberry, in her old age and steadily debilitating mind, had determined that everything about the world they inhabited was inherently evil - therefore, she should stay away from everything and send Reedpaw to do her work. Generally speaking, Reedpaw was exhausted most all the time. To cut a much longer story short, Heatherfur had decided to do a bit of snooping about on her own, and had decided to start her "investigation" at the pines.
Needless to say, she had found little besides a few frozen-solid mice and a headcold.
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Post by Vespera on Sept 4, 2010 0:00:47 GMT -5
He felt like he was walking into a death trap. One giant, fiery, death trap that would kill him the moment he tripped it. For the past thirty seconds, in fact, he had been envisioning himself bursting into flames. Starclan most definitely would not agree to his presence here. He wasn't a leader, or a medicine cat, or anyone important. He was Brambleheart, a young warrior with a head screwed on backwards at the moment. What kind of moron would go traipsing through sacred ground without meaning to anger the cats above? Perhaps I am... Brambleheart thought to himself, a brief spark of mischief forcing his shivering maw into a smile. Perhaps he was coming here, meaning to test the minds of Starclan. He would have when he was younger, had his father not held him back and told him to stop dreaming. Now... it was his father who had drove him to the edge of the pines. He thought that, maybe, him being so close to Starclan at the moment, he could perhaps commune with his dead father. There was something tense in the air, something strange about the frozen soil and snow under his paws. It was sacred ground. His paws were pierced by the icy ground as he trekked swiftly through the looming pine trees, not entirely sure what he was looking for. Something... sacred, he guessed. Yes, that would be a could place to start. The wood was seemingly deserted with the stillness of winter, so he was all alone for Starclan to smite if they so chose to. The thought merely brought him excitement and challenge. He had harbored neither in a very long time.
Brambleheart began to increase his pace, weaving through the fallen branches and clambering through the dead brush. The deeper he went, the more powerful he felt, the more adrenaline pumped through his blood. It wasn't long before he was at a sprint, his powerful limbs thrusting him forward into the sacred forest. There was a spirit of freedom around here, it made all of his sorrows and troubles escape his mind. He ran and ran through the forest. It was almost as if he could feel the presence of the surreal cats who had left the clan in past lives. He could feel them surrounding him. And, for a brief moment, he thought he felt his father - so similar to him in structure - running by his side. He could almost feel his warm pelt and calming gaze. He was smitten by exhilaration, feeling as if he had just been given permission to roam the pines without fear of being smitten by lightning. He was free!
He was running out of breath, but he pumped his legs faster, the cold air piercing his lungs as he made a sharp bank, an even sharper turn, and tumbled into the tangled thrush. He pulled through it, ignoring the scrapes on his flesh from the deadened thorns. He felt like the joy could never end... but then, swiftly approaching, he saw a familiar she-cat. The very sight of her caused him to panic and his heart to skip a beat. He did not expect to see a fellow clanmate in the pines. He did not expect to see her. His paws didn't seem to register her approaching figure, he was still running when he called out to her, a tad incredulous.
"Heatherfur?"
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Post by Tay on Sept 12, 2010 11:17:34 GMT -5
Whipping her head around, the lean tabby froze, acutely aware of how her pale orange coat stuck out like a beacon against her stark surroundings. Carefully analyzing her immediate environment, the she-cat made a dash for the nearest skinny pine tree, hoping to camouflage herself. Due to the lack in stature of said tree, however, she did a rather poor job of it and still remained like an orange beacon in the forest - perhaps, even, with greater evidence, as the tree's bark contrasted wonderfully with her fur.
Peering out from around the tree, Heatherfur studied the cat ahead of her for a moment, determining exactly how great of a threat they were. Due to the wind, she hadn't heard what the cat had said, nor could she smell it - she wasn't even sure what gender it was, though it had the bearings of a tom.
Stepping boldly out from behind her tree, the she-cat rallied herself and approached the cat, hackles raised. "Who are you, and what do you want?" she demanded, her tone not one to be trifled with. "Actually, better yet - just what do you think you're doing on my Clan's territory?" Of course, she was still too far away to recognize the cat - far enough away, in fact, that she was worried her shouts would be lost to the howling wind.
ooc | I apologize for the crappy post. ;w;
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Post by Vespera on Sept 12, 2010 14:04:47 GMT -5
I felt a trickling of amusement when Heatherfur darted for protection, but said amusement was quickly vanquished when he saw the indisputable look of anger on her face. Had he upset her? Brambleheart slowed his pace a bit, still trotting forward at a considerable dash. The wind whipping through his ears bristled his fur and the previous elation had died down. It made him sad to have it gone. As he advanced he barely caught her words, then jolted to a stop.
"Who are --- you want?" "Better --- do you think ----- Clan's territory?"
He could only catch a few words before they were swept off into the wind. His ear flattened back against his skull and he ducked his head.
"What do you mean, Heatherfur?"
He asked, trying not to look too threatening. She looked particularly peeved and - through past experiences - he knew that her wrath was something to indefinitely avoid. He started his pace again, carefully plodding through the snow, contemplating what she had said.
The look of apprehension on her face... the demanding questions lost in the wind... the fact she was indeed attempting to both hide and appear threatening at the same time...the wind brushing past his shoulders to the point she could not pick his scent.
She... doesn't recognize me.
He stopped again, this time his head held high with his tail. He laughed. "Have you lost your sight, Heatherfur?" He asked loudly enough it almost hurt his throat. He was close enough for her to hear him in the brief moment of stillness. "Or do you depend so much on your nose that you forgot what I looked like?"
((Yeah... go awkward reunions. XD))
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Post by Tay on Sept 12, 2010 23:10:43 GMT -5
This cat was acting odd. Pausing, Heatherfur decided to examine the situation further and proceeded to pad towards the other cat, her fur fluffed up against the unforgiving elements. As she neared, she heard the cat (now obviously identified as a tom) call something out to her - he knew her name? As he continued to speak, all was made evident - it was one of her Clanmates. A peeved look plastered across her face, the she-cat approached her fellow warrior, her tail twitching in irritation.
"Oh, hello, Brambleheart," she mewed in a bored tone, as if she hadn't been about ready to tear his fur off just moments before. "What are you doing out here? I thought most cats avoided it - they think it to be haunted, I think. Or maybe that's the ice caves.." Giving herself a bit of a shake, the orange tabby shivered as the wind picked up - something she hadn't thought possible, as the wind had already been threatening to tear her fur off all day. " Remembering the comment he had made about relying on her nose, Heatherfur frowned, the temporary relaxation she had found in randomly seeing a familiar face in such an unfamiliar area fading as irritation fought to take control.
ooc| Eep. I may add onto this later. = 3 =;;
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Post by Vespera on Sept 15, 2010 19:52:53 GMT -5
"You need to work on your memory, Heatherfur... or perhaps, you'll forget the way back."
He told her with a dashing smile, his chest slightly puffed out. He was a bit disappointed in being interrupted with his little reunion with his father, but he didn't mind that it was Heatherfur. After all, she was a loyal friend, and always a good cat to tease.
"But I enjoy it here. It's quiet. Let's me... think, more or less."
He decided to leave out the part about his possible hallucinations about the Starclan cats and his father. He'd think she'd think him crazy or absurd. Who else took a walk through the Pines and took a run with their deceased father?
"What about you? What are you doing here?"
He asked as he shook the cold from his pelt.
((Yikes! Short. D:))
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Post by Tay on Sept 18, 2010 22:37:15 GMT -5
Heatherfur gave him an odd look, as if she were questioning his real motives. Of course, she was - no cat ventured out to the pines just to take a run. It would be rude to press the subject, however, and so she let it die. After all, it wasn't her business what hare-brained toms did in their free time. By StarClan, she swore, they seem like a different species altogether sometimes.
"My memory's in fine working order, though I appreciate your concern," the she-cat replied, sarcasm radiating off her in waves as she carefully avoided answering his question. "I can't help that this StarClan-forsaken wind rips away every scent before it has a chance to make it one mouse-length, let alone halfway across a bloody forest."
Huffing slightly, the orange tabby sat down, the piercing wind close to driving her mad. She was freezing, and the main reason she was out here at all had been interrupted by a horribly coincidental meeting. Heatherfur never would have guessed that she would have stumbled upon Bramblefur in the pines that day - by StarClan, she never would have guessed she would have stumbled across any of her Clanmates in the pines. Visiting the pines wasn't exactly a common occurrence, after all.
"Well, I suppose we ought to be heading back.." she began tentatively, unwilling to leave just to have to venture back out again in order to conduct her investigation. She didn't dare let Brambleheart know what she was up to, though, and so she had no choice.
"Care for a hunt on the way?"
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Post by Vespera on Sept 19, 2010 18:13:31 GMT -5
He decided to hold back on his attack of teasing Heatherfur anymore, instead listening attentively to her words, her disgruntled answer, and the remaining grumble in her voice. Her frustration with him hadn't subsided. So... that either meant he had done something to upset her, which wasn't unlikely, or he had interrupted more than a stroll through the pines. But, seeing the fur still risen on her shoulders, he decided to bite his tongue and offer his companionship rather than his charm ((oh, he's so full of himself. XD)), which she had already proven no longer worked on her. "If that's what you want. If you prefer, we can wander these pines for a little while. I'd imagine there would be some mice with the mind enough to take shelter here." No to mention, if the wind that whistled through the branches was piercing here, he could only imagine a snow storm going on beyond the borders. Then, there would be a high chance both of them would get lost in the tundra. To showcase his preference for his second idea, he scented the air briefly and turned to the ground, searching for random mouse tracks. He flinchingly realized that his skidding tracks would've vanquished any smaller prey animal tracks. That, and the second set of tracks which just dusted the hard ground, alongside his tracks. Brambleheart felt a bristle of excitement when he peered more closely at these tracks and saw the ghost of cat paws. With this revelation, however, he turned sharply back to Heatherfur, a smile baring his maw and his tail brushing the tracks out of existence. ((Is that alright? It's kind of personifying his dad a bit more, and I'd imagine Starclan cats would occasionally be able to 'visit' their kin if the said kin felt strongly about that cat. Plus, being in the Pines would give this a better chance because of the sacredness of it or something? If not, Brambleheart is just hallucinating. XD))
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Post by Tay on Oct 22, 2010 21:16:52 GMT -5
Brightening considerably at his suggestion, the she-cat's ears pricked forward, her eyes suddenly focused on every twitching movement in the forest surrounding them. Senses alert, she followed Brambleheart's lead and set into her hunting mode, muscles primed to strike and every fiber of her being straining in the quest for nourishment. She had always adored how focused she was during hunting - her instincts took over, and she didn't have to think anymore. Heatherfur sometimes hated thinking - she tended to over-think even the simplest of things, causing herself a lot of anxiety and heartache she didn't really need.
Keeping thoughts of ignoring the world in mind, the tabby slunk deeper into the trees, senses honed in on the rather subtle scent of a mouse burrowing about somewhere up ahead of her. Tensing as she neared the origin of the odor, the warrior fell into the hunter's crouch, her belly brushing the frozen-solid ground as she crept towards her unfortunate and unsuspecting prey.
She dispatched the mouse quickly - it hadn't seen her coming at all. Caught completely unawares, the minute beast had panicked, running straight into her open paws in its confusion, rather than into the safety it had surely intended to find. Once dead, the mouse hung limply from the pride predator's jaws, a trophy and testament to its superior skills. Giving a little shake to dislodge the bits of ice and snow that had steadily been building up in her pelt during the slower bits of her hunt, Heatherfur turned to find Brambleheart, feeling a bit smug. After all, with prey so scarce, she was surely a hero for snagging this mouse, and would be an even greater one once she started in on all the other prey scents she was now noticing.
ooc| Okay, I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply to this. OTL I feel like such a jerk.. and the reply wasn't even that good x w x;; Also, I liked the part about Brambleheart's father, so I totally don't mind :D I usually don't mind stuff like that, so long as it's not like.. totally wrong & affecting everyone else, you know? x3;;
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Post by Vespera on Oct 31, 2010 17:42:16 GMT -5
At first, Brambleheart sensed nothing. His nose sniffed at the air hungrily, but it seemed his little run had successfully frozen his sense of smell. He scoffed softly under his breath and licked his paw, rubbing it against his face in a successful attempt to defrost his senses. "There..." He grunted under his breath, his senses alive. He immediately tensed, however, his mouth parting to scent the air. He caught the tense, frigid breath of a mouse, burrowing and attempting shelter. He turned to hunt it, but found himself standing stock still as he realized Heatherfur had beaten him to the hunt. He saw her muscles rippled under her belt, small but hard and tense from the long hours of work here in this far less than charitable environment. He smiled softly to himself and decided to let her flaunt her prowess. He watched her belly brush the tundra in the most excellent hunters crouch he had ever seen - and then the sudden flash of claws and teeth as the mouse stumbled right into her paws. She was indeed an expert huntress. That was, after all, what had caught his eye so many moons ago ((cheesy. XD)) He parted his lips, about to compliment her on her new found trophy, no doubt knowing she would need to give it up to the first starving kit or elder the moment they made it back to camp, but something else had caught his eye. His head jerked into the direction of the movement, his hazel eyes widening as they focused directly on his new target. The creature was a considerable distance away but, if he was careful, he could sneak up on it and win it's death by his paw. It's pelt was pure white, as the crisp icy snow which surrounded it, and it's small elliptical ears twitched curiously at the sounds of the forest. It's large black eyes stared in the distance, a sparse leaflet of dry tundra grass in between it's rough teeth. The prey was a rare sight to see - especially so late into leafbare - and so it was definitely a precious catch. A rabbit. Brambleheart's eyes were fixated by the rodent - surprisingly plump for it's habitat - and he flicked his ears towards it out of a subconscious habit. He had been on many hunting patrols, and it was always best to communicate with the other hunters silently. He flicked his tail in the direction of the prize as well, for safe measure, in hopes Heatherfur would notice and remain silent. With that, he gently began his decent on the rodent, being sure to evade dying brush and long dead grass under the fragile snow. He weaved behind some trees, being sure to remain out of site of his prey. So far, the rabbit did not notice him. It's twitching pink nose could not catch him, his scent frozen by the cold. He was so focused on the creature, his body subconsciously led him towards it. Then, the unthinkable. A loud snap rose from the brush behind him, prompting the small creature to turn directly to him, see him, squeak, and then scramble away. Brambleheart immediately bound after it, growling under his breath in competition. It certainly wasn't him who had made that wretched noise, but something clumsy had - he decided he'd yell at Heatherfur later. No doubt, she had made the noise with her burden blocking her senses and her sight as she would have followed him. No doubt, it was her who had made the noise. But, that was not his focus. His focus was now the prize. He was so focused, he didn't notice the bumbling creature lurking in the forest, the one that had truly made the noise. It was a...Wolverine. It's hulking body was long and it's wild eyes infuriated as Brambleheart scrambled after it's prey. Now, Brambleheart was the prey. ((dun dun dun! Let Heatherfur decide how to react! I'm thinking this'll ensue a chase of some sort seeing as the Wolverine is starving for the rabbit as well. I hope this makes for a good off-of-the-week-long-disappearance post. Sorry Tay for making you wait! ))
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