Seastones

[Random Melody]

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy

Blackbird grinned brightly before turning to go back to her own Clan. The prospect of it was gloomy, but better to get it over with. "See you!" And then she scampered off, going off towards RiverClan, her bushy tail waving.

"See you!" Snowsong echoed, waving her tail farewell before turning and bounding off to her own Clan, a smile on her maw.

[Mango]

Cucumberpickle walked quietly along the shore, enjoying the peace. I don't have a mate anymore, or kits, or anyone...

Yewpaw was stalking in the bushes and spotted a warrior of Skyclan," ARRG!" he yowled leaping, with sheathed paws onto Cucumberpickle, knocking him over.

Cucumberpickle snarled, hackles raised," WHO ARE YOU FLEABAG!!"

Yewpaw snorted, relaxing," I'm Yewpaw of Windclan, the most obnoxious apprentice in all the clans."

Cucumberpickle relaxed," Come, let's talk Yewpaw, I once was the most annoying apprentice, but I outgrew it as will you."

Yewpaw sat down," I honestly doubt it, Squirrel."

Cucumberpickle ignored the rude remark," I know elders are annoying when they tell stories, but listen to t his one and tell me if you are more annoying."

Yewpaw nodded," Aight."

Cucumberpickle started," I was born a kittypet, but was adopted by Skyclan after my mother abandoned me in the territory,I made fun of our former leader, Almondstar, I said she was a squirrelbrain, and any plans she had were stupid. Especially when she took on another former kittypet on as her apprentice. Then I met my mentor...," he chuckled," Jigglefoot was a munchkin, smaller than me at 6 moons old, I laughed at him, and he made me do choirs, I eventually became a stuck up warrior... I thought it was all cool, then I met my love, Creamfur...I took her as a mate and had five kits, Pebblekit, Sandkit...ehh...I'll spare you from the names... Then, when Skyclan came to fight, dispite my distrust in her of raising kits, I went to the battle, when I returned, Creamfur had disapeared with Sandkit. I turned into an overprotective father, they never left the nursery until 5 moons old. The only one who will talk to me, is Pebblepaw." he chuckled," Now I'm practically alone, now tell me what makes you obnoxious."

Yewpaw blinked," You sure don't seem obnoxious, I guess I'll start as a kit, I was born in Windclan, but my parents disappeared before I can remember. It was just me and my sister, Quailpaw. She bossed me around. I spent kit days pulling elders tails and waking up apprentices and warriors at night, until three moons old when I started sneaking out of camp and exploring, I never hunted, since I was a kit, and I returned before dawn. Then, when the fire broke out, I told Quailpaw fire was dangerous, she assumed I was wrong, though I'll admit I usually am. She put her paw in the flame. She lost her paw." he was quite for a minute," When she first came concious after a warrior and Surgestorm helped her, I laughed at her, saying she was a mousebrain. Later, while in recovery, she face planted and landed in the dirt, I called her a dumb kit, since she fell. I continued training, then we started training together, I said she was being a show-off making the first catch before me. Now I sneak out at night and strut in front of monsters and jump off the apprentice den."

Cucumberpickle blinked then shoutted," YOU STRUT IN FRONT OF MONSTERS!"

Yewpaw nodded," sleeping monsters."

Cucumber put is paw to his face," Your a mousebrain. Well...Remember my story..I need to get to camp. See you at the gathering." he ran off.

[Starfall]

@Lilly @InfernoFlicker @moonfang

The young apprentice had made his way in the direction of the gathering, he didn't get to go to the last gathering, Grousestar had already chosen the cats he wished to have accompany him. The grey spotted tom stopped and looked out at the horizon, the waves crashing against the rocks and gently pushing the sand seemed to calm the apprentices nerves, all hits talk about battle had actually managed to scare him a little, but then again, who wouldn't it scare? Hummingpaw continued to stare out into the ocean for a few more seconds before he turned his attention behind him, his eyes half idled "Are you two always this slow? Makes me wonder how you two became Warriors." he stated, annoyance dripped form his words, it was true, how could one become a warrior I felt they were slow? Truely they would die in battle and they wouldn't be very good in a patrol, especially if they had deliver urgent news back to the leader. The apprentice turned his green optics back upon the water and let out a relaxed sigh "I'm happy you guys chose this place, it really calms the nerves. At least you two got this right, good job." he praised, although only a minimal amount of effort was put into that praise, but he didn't really care. He began to walk across the coastline, only letting his paws get slightly wet, not really wanting to walk back to camp with wet paws. "Maybe I could bring Pigeonpaw a shell, she might like that." he said to himself, his sister flashing in his mid for a moment, before it was quickly replaced with an image of a badger as bushes nearby shuddered. His fur rose and his ears flattened against his headline, oh dear Starclan please don't let it be a badger, he hadn't trained for that yet.

[monfang]

Originally Posted by starfall

@Lilly @InfernoFlicker @moonfang

The young apprentice had made his way in the direction of the gathering, he didn't get to go to the last gathering, Grousestar had already chosen the cats he wished to have accompany him. The grey spotted tom stopped and looked out at the horizon, the waves crashing against the rocks and gently pushing the sand seemed to calm the apprentices nerves, all hits talk about battle had actually managed to scare him a little, but then again, who wouldn't it scare? Hummingpaw continued to stare out into the ocean for a few more seconds before he turned his attention behind him, his eyes half idled "Are you two always this slow? Makes me wonder how you two became Warriors." he stated, annoyance dripped form his words, it was true, how could one become a warrior I felt they were slow? Truely they would die in battle and they wouldn't be very good in a patrol, especially if they had deliver urgent news back to the leader. The apprentice turned his green optics back upon the water and let out a relaxed sigh "I'm happy you guys chose this place, it really calms the nerves. At least you two got this right, good job." he praised, although only a minimal amount of effort was put into that praise, but he didn't really care. He began to walk across the coastline, only letting his paws get slightly wet, not really wanting to walk back to camp with wet paws. "Maybe I could bring Pigeonpaw a shell, she might like that." he said to himself, his sister flashing in his mid for a moment, before it was quickly replaced with an image of a badger as bushes nearby shuddered. His fur rose and his ears flattened against his headline, oh dear Starclan please don't let it be a badger, he hadn't trained for that yet.

{ this is before her attack in skyclan </3 }
{ all my inspirtion has been direted to that so these will be v short </3 }
Scorchedpetal chuckled at the apprentice. "Ah, but slow is better some times." she said, a sweet laugh lacing her words. "Look, above, young one. Stars do not travel fast, in fact, it takes them as long as the moon to trek across the night sky." she explained. Oh, wait till Cliffheart heard this one! She smiled gingerly at the tom, then turned to the warrior next to her. "He's an ambitious one." she said, her voice warm and smoothe like honey. She then scented an odd smell coming from not too far away, and it was not of her clan. "Stop, Hummingpaw." she warned quietly and took in another breath.
{ gotta love scorched's star parables 101 }

[spade]

@InfernoFlicker @moonfang @starfall

Since their trek to the Clans, this place was still relatively new to him, as Opalflame hadn't a chance to fully explore the surrounding area yet. It sent chills down his spine though as he watched the water roll up in waves before dragging the sand back down with it's ghastly grip. A soft breeze accompanied the dying sun that was clearly setting against the water, sinking lower and lower. No other noises were present other than the quiet lapping of the waves against the shore, and the gentle hum of crickets nearby. It was definitely prettier than SkyClan's old territory, that was something Opalflame was sure of. He'd never been a fan, it had always been too close to the neighborhoods he grew up in; too close to the past that he just wanted to forget about altogether. Because of this, he didn't necessarily have the pull towards his Clan's former home as some of them did, and was actually excited about making the journey to four other Clans.

The journey had been a wonderful success, but thinking of the journey brought back unwanted memories, and for a brief moment the tom's eyes clouded over with passing grief; his mother. Right before he had joined SkyClan, his mother had been slaughtered before his own eyes. She hadn't been able to reach the end of their long journey, and a dull ache settled deep within the SkyClan warriors heart as he remembered how jubilant she had been to be apart of a Clan. She would've loved this, Opalflame thought with a soft smile, a light brightening up his gaze once more.

"Ah, you have much to learn Hummingpaw if going fast is your only objective," the warror spoke, a light humor in his voice as he glanced at the young apprentices back. It had been some time since his last dusk patrol, and after coordinating with Scorhedpetal, decided that patrolling the outer borders would be best. "Slow allows us to keep our eyes peeled for intruders, such as any Syndicate cats trying to stir up trouble." At the mention of the rag tag group of rogues that SkyClan had constantly been having trouble with since they had arrived, Opalflame's eyes narrowed just a hare. He didn't like the smug fighters anymore than he liked ticks in his fur, and they were really starting to get on his nerves. He knew it was only a matter of time before Grousestar stepped up to say enough was enough, and when the time came, Opalflame felt more than ready to sink his claws into the fur of the flea-ridden pieces of crowfood.

Catching the strange odar at relatively the same moment as his older companion, the ginger tom also paused, allowing each limb to turn into stone. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears and parted his jaws to draw in more of the scent. Instinctively, he stepped to the front of the patrol, feeling the need to protect the others he had with him. Opalflame was not the type of cat to underestimate any SkyClan warriors ability to hold their own in a fight - and he knew Scorchedpetal was more than capable of doing just that - but these were his Clanmates. The cats his mother had given her life to get him to; he would die protecting any one of them. "If someone is there, show yourself. We don't take kindly to strangers," Opalflame called, raising his voice slightly as a stern tone settled into his throat and coated the words he spoke. Especially with all the rogue and Dusk Syndicate trouble going on lately he added to himself as an after thought, letting his muscles tense up to better prepare himself for, well, anything. Eyes narrowed ever so slightly more as she scanned the horizon, trying to spot where the unique smell was coming from.

[InfernoFlicker]

@Lilly @moonfang @starfall


The night was early. The starry sky was young, filled with old, fading stars amidst a host of new-born ones, shining bright and filling the night with their youthful light. A silhouette of a furred four-legged creature walked softly along the shoreline. Her poise was graceful with each step, soft pink pads sinking into the ocean sand, no longer scorched and hot from the sun, but soft and cool from the chilly night time breeze. She was lost in thought as she approached the seastones. Her salmon-pink irises rested on the sand before her as she strode at an even pace. This cat was exceptionally fluffy, and her marshmallow-y fur billowed in the night breeze. Despite this creatures delicate nature, it had no tail. Well, it did, but it was considerably short, especially considering that she was a domestic feline. She was, in fact, a bobtail, one of the very few cat species bred with a short tail, rather than a long, majestic banner. This gave her a bit of a quirky demeanor, which was made up for in her intellect.

This was Elumen; she had chosen the life of a nomad since she was a teenager, sent away by her parents, as was the ritual of the strange, exotic band of cats she had come from. Her birthplace had come from the far, distant mountains; a place where it was much colder, hence the thick fur, built for polar temperatures. She was amazed that she could travel this far, and encounter this many adventures, by the time she had reached the peak of her adulthood, the age she was at now. During her journeys, she had learned so much, seen so many new and amazing things, made so many friends, and acquired a remarkable amount of knowledge of the world. For that, she was forever in gratitude. However, as she continued to leave paw prints in the sand behind her, she felt that, perhaps, she had become nothing more than that. Pawprints that once trod across great structures, pawprints that were left in old friends hearts and memories. The more she thought about it, the more she began to wonder: What would it be like to live a simple, family life? What would it be like to have a place to call home? To built a family? These concepts, though simple, were foreign to her.

While these thoughts came into her mind like the slowly crashing waves of the ocean shore, she began to approach a rockier area of beach. As she continued, more, and larger stones appeared in her path, before there was a whole pile of mighty boulders spread out ahead of her. Stones. Elumen loved large stones; they reminded her of her birthplace, a place filled with mountainous rocks to climb and explore. She welcomed a feeling of nostalgia that came over her as she bounded onto a flat boulder, and another, and another. She was a natural, powerful jumper and climber, and she was happy to be in her natural habitat for a while. Looking up at the stars, she realized it must be time for her to rest for the night, and this seemed like the perfect place.

The peach-furred bobtail began to sniff around the area, as if to ensure that there were no foxes of badgers that might already have claimed this beautiful structure. Instead, she was surprised to find a feint trace of feline. Lots of them. It seemed stale...yet, fresh. Rather perplexed, she continued to sniff around. Suddenly, she heard distant voices. Her head and eyes shot up like a deer in headlights (though, considerably calmer, as she was always well-composed). Perhaps these were the cats that lived in this structure. As a precaution, she routinely would retreat into hiding so that she could get a good view of the cats, in order to determine whether or not these cats would be welcoming or unwelcoming. Quiet and careful now, the fae slunk into a patch of nearby bushes.

Her breath was shallow as she waited for the cats to approach. They were making small talk, she could hear. But she couldn't hear them well enough. They seemed like they were just outside her hiding place, but she needed to get closer, to hear what they were saying. She tried to take a delicate and careful step forward, but her pad fell onto unexpected twigs, which snapped, and caused her to fidget in surprise. Now, she could see through the leaves, that all eyes were alert and on her. Well, no use in trying to hide now. Whatever form of greeting she would receive, she would have to cope. The she-cat may look quirky, but she was a decent fighter.

Elumen's eyes seemed to gleam from within the shadows of the bushes, glinting in the dim moonlight. Slowly and cautiously, she stepped forward, rustling more leaves as she emerged from the shrubbery, becoming more visible to the opposing cats in the blue luminescent light. She quickly took in each cat's appearance: Two full-grown cats, one much younger. She knew that if they attacked, she wouldn't be able to take on three of them, so her body movements were kept wary and un-offensive, as if walking on eggshells. She was now standing before them, head held high despite her somewhat submissive manners. "Hello," Her voice was low, yet smooth, "Is this your land?"

[Serendipity]

Originally Posted by EclipsemoonXD

Frostedflight suddenly felt flustered. What had he meant to say? He knew he had caught the thrush for her, but what did he want to say to her when he gave Rainberry the bird. "Erm," he shuffled his paws, "It's for us to share. Kind of as a peace thing," he hated looking so vulnerable. It made the tom feel unsafe. "If you want to, that is..." he added on.

RAISINBERRY!!!

[judas]

@Ludicrous Lunacy
Littlewing walked along the stones. The smell of salt began to wash away her skyclan scent. The She-cat looked around, wounds from the battle fresh on her pelt. She had been careful to protect her belly. Her fluffy fur ruffled in the breeze. She waited For Silverleap, her news couldn't wait. Was it a week? It seemed longer. She had known in a week, kits. Maybe five, her belly larger than three or four kits already. Yes, she had known for a week, with five kits in her belly. And she had still fought in a battle

"Silverleap?!" She called. Would he leave her? They weren't really mates, or anything. They loved each other but they had never asked anything about the matter. Would he come to skyclan? She was a full skyclan cat, bringing dusk syndicate kits. No, they were not evil, Silverleap is kind. But... No. The kits will not meet his brother. What was she doing? She couldn't stress, just relax

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Originally Posted by Myik

@Ludicrous Lunacy
Littlewing walked along the stones. The smell of salt began to wash away her skyclan scent. The She-cat looked around, wounds from the battle fresh on her pelt. She had been careful to protect her belly. Her fluffy fur ruffled in the breeze. She waited For Silverleap, her news couldn't wait. Was it a week? It seemed longer. She had known in a week, kits. Maybe five, her belly larger than three or four kits already. Yes, she had known for a week, with five kits in her belly. And she had still fought in a battle

"Silverleap?!" She called. Would he leave her? They weren't really mates, or anything. They loved each other but they had never asked anything about the matter. Would he come to skyclan? She was a full skyclan cat, bringing dusk syndicate kits. No, they were not evil, Silverleap is kind. But... No. The kits will not meet his brother. What was she doing? She couldn't stress, just relax

A peaceful walk. Was that too much to ask for? A single walk in celebration of not healing every stupid thing he touched. A stroll to Seastones to watch the stars rise as the sun bled out into the ocean. So, of course, StarClan instead decided that Silver should encounter Littlepaw--no, Littlewing. He had almost forgotten. Rushing over to her, he looked her over. "Wh-what happened?" he asked, somewhat aghast. "You're... Are you okay?" The silver tom had completely ignored her swollen belly, but she looked for all the world as if there had been a... battle. But with who? With what?

[judas]

Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy

A peaceful walk. Was that too much to ask for? A single walk in celebration of not healing every stupid thing he touched. A stroll to Seastones to watch the stars rise as the sun bled out into the ocean. So, of course, StarClan instead decided that Silver should encounter Littlepaw--no, Littlewing. He had almost forgotten. Rushing over to her, he looked her over. "Wh-what happened?" he asked, somewhat aghast. "You're... Are you okay?" The silver tom had completely ignored her swollen belly, but she looked for all the world as if there had been a... battle. But with who? With what?

Litlewing purred, licking Silver's cheek. "I'm fine, just a battle with some cats." She waved her tail, sighing. "Good news or bad news first?" Littlewing mewed.