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Post by | Crowstar | on Feb 28, 2009 16:47:44 GMT -7
Whitestorm sat down and laughed, he looked at the pool and watched it change to a Riverclan tom. Whitestorm blinked, perplexed for a moment. "That tom..." Whitestorm shook his head and stared at the water; the lean Riverclan tom was sitting next to a long haired gray she-cat. He stared and noticed two cats fighting in the background, though with words. He blinked and looked closer at the lean tom, Volepaw's brown eyes moved around to almost face Whitestorm. The white tom reeled back with a hiss of surprise, he stared at Bluestar: could he see them? |
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Post by Seth on Mar 1, 2009 8:41:40 GMT -7
Softwhisker watched her son in dismay. He was still looking for her, yet he had no idea she was dead. He didn't know he was fighting his own clan. She ran to Tallstar, "Tallstar, please, you must be able to do something, Windclan is fighting each other. Please, unnecessary blood is being spilled." Her eyes were pleading with him. She looked at Featherpelt again, "Please." She whispered.
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Post by | Crowstar | on Mar 1, 2009 8:46:08 GMT -7
Whitestorm looked over at Softwhisker, ears twitching. "There's nothing we can do... He'll have to realize on his own." He mewed soothingly. "They can hold their own for a while longer... Wait, Softwhisker... Come look at this." He pointed with his nose to the shape of a black cat racing towards the border. |
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Post by X. Acidstar .X on Mar 1, 2009 19:09:32 GMT -7
 Bluestar pressed against Featherpelt in sympathy, "They will come to terms on their own," she murmured, catching Whitestorm's superior gaze before letting her own gaze fall to the pool once more. |
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Post by | Crowstar | on Mar 1, 2009 20:15:56 GMT -7
 Whitestorm sighed in releif as the cat's stopped, he purred and watched Crowstar and Harepaw. His tail flicked slightly. " Don't worry, he'll be fine." Whitestorm purred soothingly. |
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Post by Seth on Mar 5, 2009 13:16:57 GMT -7
Softwhisker turned to look at the she-cat, running from her clan life. She was a beautiful silver cat, with a fading sorrow in her eyes. "Silverpool, correct? Will she be fine?" Softwhisker didn't feel much sympathy for the young cat, but knowing the pain her son was going through must be about the same feeling. SHe watched as the grey cat gracefully bounded
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Post by | Crowstar | on Mar 6, 2009 7:30:02 GMT -7
Whitestorm stared at the young she-cat, he crouched beside the pool and watched her; intently. Finally, after several moments, he sat up and flicked his tail. "That happens to be somthing we have no say in." He mewed sadly, dipping his paw into the pool to clear all images. This was tiring him greatly. |
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Post by Seth on Mar 6, 2009 13:20:07 GMT -7
Softwhisker nodded and crouched into a more comfortable position. "Unfortunatly." she agreed. quietly she drifted in and out of sleep, her tired eyes drooping slightly. She gave her self a quick groom and then peacefully slid into sleep.
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Post by X. Acidstar .X on Mar 6, 2009 15:25:17 GMT -7
Bluestar removed herself from the scene, until she crouched closer to the pool, before looking up to Whitestorm, defiance written across her features. She was angry that she could do nothing, angry she couldn't help her clanmates or any feline for that matter, and her ears swiveled rather quickly, ideas churning in her mind. |
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