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muddy paws ⋆ open Dec 17, 2015 20:12:27 GMT

Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2015 20:12:27 GMT

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The lush, vast forest of ThunderClan was always a pretty place to get lost in. At one point, he had been envious of SkyClan's forest at a younger age. But, now he came to only love how ThunderClan was gifted with such a beautiful woodland. It made his mind wander on things, both positive and negative. But his thoughts always lingered back onto Clearcloud, and he hated it. He hated her, and if he was a more vile and cruel, he wouldn't hesitate to strike at her. But, he knew better. Streamfur had raised him better, to behave. And to always come back and try and make things right. Centipedeleg would be unable to cure himself of his troubled past; and it would haunt him until he was able to resolve things and find peace with himself. But, even after all these years he could not find the peace to forgive his mother for neglecting him and his brother. He rather be raised by another she-cat, than let that creature yell and scold at him. He would never properly know the feeling of maternal touch, Streamfur was the closest thing he got.

His paws traversed over the soft grass, taking in the New-Leaf envirorment, he was going to be troubled when the leaves died and the snow fell. He had never liked Leaf-Bare, and his coat could agree with him. Centipedeleg continued slithering through the woods, as if he was a true centipede - maybe a snake. The tom heaved a sigh, whiskers twitching. Was someone close by? He wasn't sure, he had just come out here for a stroll. He had done all his duties, and attended all his patrols for the day which were given to him. "Hello?" The tom asked, peering around before shrugging and carryign on. Only time would tell before someone confronted him.

NOTES ; making starters for my new cats is so fun i hate it

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muddy paws ⋆ open Dec 19, 2015 14:57:32 GMT

Post by bird on Dec 19, 2015 14:57:32 GMT

Sandfeather dragged her way through the dense ThunderClan territory, her eyes carefully scanning the underbrush in search of comfrey. She had always been fond of the purple flowers that bloomed in the Newleaf, and she was be sad to say goodbye to the flowers of this time of year. But she knew that Leafbare was crucial to the survival of the clans, no matter how difficult it may seem. It gave the plants a time to rest so that they could grow stronger and even more lushly than before. The trees would get a rest from holding their leaves, and the animals were given a time to sleep in their dens. No matter how much she hated it, she knew that she had to accept nature as it was and let it do what it had always done. Not that she had a choice in the matter anyways.

She dragged her limp hind legs behind her as she traversed through the forest until she found what she had been searching for. A purr escaped from the she-cat. She advanced to the comfrey plant, and started to dig in order to get at its roots. She always considered comfrey to be a rather versatile plant. Not only did it help sooth wounds, but it could be used to stop itching. She was sure that some long furred cats would be glad to have some relief from the itchyness that came with shedding. She knew that she was.

She heard a voice, and stopped her digging. "Why hello there!" She called back. She waited for a moment until Centipedeleg came across her. "How's it going?" She asked the tom. "Out for a walk?"

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snowpaw . sandfeather . shrewblaze . Mothflame

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muddy paws ⋆ open Dec 19, 2015 22:41:03 GMT

Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2015 22:41:03 GMT

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His paws were surprisingly warm, warmer than usual. Perhaps just walking out in the sun? No, he was shielded by trees which provided shade. There was no proper way he could be warmed up like that. He murmured to himself, inaudible words even he barely understood. But Centipedeleg did not care, for no one was around... surely. He could admit to any crime, or foul deed out here and something would not hear him. Unless. a patrol, another strolling cat, or mentor and apprentice out on a training session. Centipedeleg was not interested in speaking anything, he had not done anything wrong. He was just a tom with an angry heart, filled with hurtful pent up thoughts he would never be able to exchange with any cat. Centipedeleg has lost his train of thought, ignoring the aroma of herbs much stronger than ever.

Sandfeather. The medicine cat, he didn't expect to stumble into her. Or, stumble into any Clanmate out here. It was a surprise, he remained still and both silent as the she-cat greeted him. His wide, green eyes studying the area around her before landing his gaze on her. "Oh!" Centipedeleg finally spoke, blinking both his eyes. "Sandfeather, hello." He greeted with a dip of his head, respectfully keeping his distance away from the she-cat. He did not want to upset himself, or her for that matter. Knowing his record of easily being enraged. If he managed to retire, and become an elder he could certainly tell he would not give apprentices a good time. Never, and he didn't want too. He rather see them doing all his chores, and snicker at them as they had to help with his ticks and simple care of his pelt. "It's going good, I suppose." He paused, brushing whatever thoughts aside that had lingered when they had stumbled upon one another.

"Just a stroll, don't worry. I've done all my duties for the day and I'm not trying to avoid them." He spoke quickly, wanting to defend himself in case it was questioned. Maybe it was just the paranoia, he didn't want to seem like he was slacking off like certain warriors.

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