Post by Wolfy//June on Jan 31, 2010 15:45:45 GMT -5
Larchwhisker-Silver tabby tom with white paws, stomach, and tail tip. Has blue eyes and a black spot on his nose
Nightwing-Black she-cat with green eyes and sleek fur
Snowflake-White she-cat with green eyes (has blue when younger ;;Some kittens start out with blue eyes, so, yeah;)
Prologue
He watched the she-cat struggle, wanting to race over and help her, but he couldn’t. All of the sudden, three cats grabbed him. “Snowflake!” he screeched, just before she fell. And then, everything went black.
Forbidden Love #2
The silver tabby flicked his eyes open. Slowly, he crawled out of his nest and sat in the clearing, tasting the cool air. The bushes rustled behind him and an attractive, slender she-cat slipped out of the den. Her black fur sparkled in the early morning sun. “Want to go hunting, Larchwhisker?” she asked, her green eyes burning on his fur. “Sorry, Nightwing. I think I’ll go alone.” He meowed back. “Aww, your no fun!” she purred. He shrugged. “I’ll see you later.” He meowed, padding away. She made a face behind him and went over to Blackfoot to be assigned to a patrol.
Larchwhisker stalked through the undergrowth, his silver pelt dark gray in the shadows of the towering pine trees. He was coming nearer to the mossy clearing, a place where apprentices were usually trained, and also a premier spot to get moss. As he came to the clearing and drew in the musky forest scents, the bushes in front of him began trembling violently. His muscles tensed and he prepared himself for a fight.
Suddenly, a white she-cat burst into the clearing, a shrew hanging limply from her jaws. The fur on Larchwhisker’s neck bristled, “Prey-stealer!” he hissed. The she-cat whipped her head around and glared defiantly at him. Setting the shrew down, she stuck her nose high in the air. “No. The prey was sitting here, waiting to be caught,” pausing to focus her gaze squarely on him, she continued in a heavily accented voice. “Now the shrew is mine, and it’s your lose. You should have caught it first.”
Larchwhisker took a step forward, his teeth bared in a snarl. “That is Shadowclan prey! This is Shadowclan territory!” At that, the rouge swiftly bent down and devoured the prey in a few bites. She let out a battle cry and bowled him over. Larchwhisker flew back, surprised and confused with the breath knocked out of him. Getting his head together, he leaned forward and battered her belly. Feeling his breath return to him, he pushed forward and flung the small she-cat across the clearing. She got up and spat at him, her blue eyes blazing. Before he could stop her, she vanished beneath the foliage.
Larchwhisker returned tiredly to camp with a thrush in his mouth. He dropped it on the fresh-kill pile and in return, picked up a small lizard. As he settled down to eat, Nightwing’s patrol returned with prey crammed in their mouths. The she-cat veered towards him after stopping by the fresh-kill pile. “Good hunting, eh?” he meowed with humor in his voice. “Yeah, definitely. It was a really nice day for hunting!” she mewed, plopping herself down next to him.
They ate their prey and shared tongues in the dieing sunlight. “I ran into a she-cat today.” he meowed casually. She stopped grooming his shoulder and looked blankly at him. “Good she-cat or bad she-cat?” she asked, question plainly written on her face. Larchwhisker fidgeted uncomfortably. “Well, it was a rouge. She stole prey and managed to slip away under my nose.” He admitted. Nightwing’s gaze turned serious. “You’ve told Tigerstar, haven’t you?” He looked away.
In truth, he didn’t much like their newest leader. Sure, he was strong and brave, but he had left Tunnderclan and they despised him. Something in his gut told him not to trust his leader, though he really wanted to. Nightwing noticed his hesitation. “Oh, ok. I understand. Just, next time, you should tell him. Did she hurt you at all?” her green eyes filled with worry. “No, I’m fine. I sent her packing real quick.” He meowed jokingly. She nudged his shoulder affectionately. “Come on. We should get some rest…”
Nightwing-Black she-cat with green eyes and sleek fur
Snowflake-White she-cat with green eyes (has blue when younger ;;Some kittens start out with blue eyes, so, yeah;)
Prologue
He watched the she-cat struggle, wanting to race over and help her, but he couldn’t. All of the sudden, three cats grabbed him. “Snowflake!” he screeched, just before she fell. And then, everything went black.
Forbidden Love #2
The silver tabby flicked his eyes open. Slowly, he crawled out of his nest and sat in the clearing, tasting the cool air. The bushes rustled behind him and an attractive, slender she-cat slipped out of the den. Her black fur sparkled in the early morning sun. “Want to go hunting, Larchwhisker?” she asked, her green eyes burning on his fur. “Sorry, Nightwing. I think I’ll go alone.” He meowed back. “Aww, your no fun!” she purred. He shrugged. “I’ll see you later.” He meowed, padding away. She made a face behind him and went over to Blackfoot to be assigned to a patrol.
Larchwhisker stalked through the undergrowth, his silver pelt dark gray in the shadows of the towering pine trees. He was coming nearer to the mossy clearing, a place where apprentices were usually trained, and also a premier spot to get moss. As he came to the clearing and drew in the musky forest scents, the bushes in front of him began trembling violently. His muscles tensed and he prepared himself for a fight.
Suddenly, a white she-cat burst into the clearing, a shrew hanging limply from her jaws. The fur on Larchwhisker’s neck bristled, “Prey-stealer!” he hissed. The she-cat whipped her head around and glared defiantly at him. Setting the shrew down, she stuck her nose high in the air. “No. The prey was sitting here, waiting to be caught,” pausing to focus her gaze squarely on him, she continued in a heavily accented voice. “Now the shrew is mine, and it’s your lose. You should have caught it first.”
Larchwhisker took a step forward, his teeth bared in a snarl. “That is Shadowclan prey! This is Shadowclan territory!” At that, the rouge swiftly bent down and devoured the prey in a few bites. She let out a battle cry and bowled him over. Larchwhisker flew back, surprised and confused with the breath knocked out of him. Getting his head together, he leaned forward and battered her belly. Feeling his breath return to him, he pushed forward and flung the small she-cat across the clearing. She got up and spat at him, her blue eyes blazing. Before he could stop her, she vanished beneath the foliage.
Larchwhisker returned tiredly to camp with a thrush in his mouth. He dropped it on the fresh-kill pile and in return, picked up a small lizard. As he settled down to eat, Nightwing’s patrol returned with prey crammed in their mouths. The she-cat veered towards him after stopping by the fresh-kill pile. “Good hunting, eh?” he meowed with humor in his voice. “Yeah, definitely. It was a really nice day for hunting!” she mewed, plopping herself down next to him.
They ate their prey and shared tongues in the dieing sunlight. “I ran into a she-cat today.” he meowed casually. She stopped grooming his shoulder and looked blankly at him. “Good she-cat or bad she-cat?” she asked, question plainly written on her face. Larchwhisker fidgeted uncomfortably. “Well, it was a rouge. She stole prey and managed to slip away under my nose.” He admitted. Nightwing’s gaze turned serious. “You’ve told Tigerstar, haven’t you?” He looked away.
In truth, he didn’t much like their newest leader. Sure, he was strong and brave, but he had left Tunnderclan and they despised him. Something in his gut told him not to trust his leader, though he really wanted to. Nightwing noticed his hesitation. “Oh, ok. I understand. Just, next time, you should tell him. Did she hurt you at all?” her green eyes filled with worry. “No, I’m fine. I sent her packing real quick.” He meowed jokingly. She nudged his shoulder affectionately. “Come on. We should get some rest…”
