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Post by Foxpaw on Jan 3, 2012 22:35:10 GMT -5
Hareleap padded out of the warrior's den, stretching out his large body to try to wake himself up. He paused for a moment to sit down and straighten his fur. It was cold, the middle of leaf-bare, and his shaggy brown pelt seemed to hang loosely on his body. All the cats in all the clans were feeling the sharp edge of hunger but being a bigger, more lithe warrior, it seemed to show better on him. And he may of been cutting back a bit on his in take just a tiny bit. A scrawny mouse would do an equally scrawny apprentice more good than him anyhow. He stubbornly glanced away from the fresh-kill pile and began walking towards the camp entrance.
He jumped slightly, crossing his eyes to look at a lone snowflake that fell on his nose. He sighed, shaking his head and looking up. Many more began falling from the sky and began to cover the ground around him. Mouse-dung! If I don't hurry, every piece of prey in the territory will be hiding in their holes or nests! The brown tom quickened his pace to a near trot as he walked to the entrance, breathe coming out in soft clouds. He didn't even pause to think of asking another cat to go with him; he never did.
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Post by Midnightsoul on Jan 3, 2012 23:29:35 GMT -5
"Hareleap!" Midnightstar called as she padded out of her den. She ran to catch up with the tom, "Going hunting?" The leader asked. As most cats knew, it was rare for Midnightstar to want to hang out with or hunt with another cat, so when she did, it was probably a shock to them. She sat down, looking at Hareleap and awaiting an answer, hoping she wouldn't get what he normally gave other cats. Midnightstar was well aware that the tom was quite intelligent, but he never seemed to know how to speak with his Clanmates too well and the slightest thought that maybe he spoke to Midnightstar better than any other cat was in the back of her mind lingering.
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Post by Foxpaw on Jan 3, 2012 23:40:18 GMT -5
Hareleap froze, one paw raised in the air. For a moment, he looked confused and nervous before he realized it was Midnightstar. He visibly relaxed looking at the she-cat with big, blank green eyes though on the inside he was fighting back a purr. He knew the black leader didn't particularly like hunting and wasn't very sociable either. It took him a moment to gather his thought so that he could speak properly, but because it was Midnightstar, he managed quite nicely. He sounded almost perfectly normal. Now if only fear and anger didn't scramble his brain normally. "I am," he mewed dipping his head, voice smooth. "Does the great Midnightstar dare mingle with a common cat like myself?" He kept his eyes big and innocent, but there was still a gleam of gentle, affectionate teasing that he couldn't hide.
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Post by Midnightsoul on Jan 4, 2012 19:39:02 GMT -5
Midnightstar snorted and her eyes lit with amusement, "Common? You? Right, Hareleap... You're one of the smartest cats I know and not nearly like some of the cats in this Clan..." She rolled her eyes, thinking of how bubbly and happy some of the cats in HoneyClan were. They had no reason to be happy, so why be so? Couldn't they just be normal- neither happy nor sad? That's how Midnightstar was, anyway. That's how she thought- if some very joyous occasion hadn't happened, then what was the point in being so jolly every second? She flicked her tail and nodded to Hareleap, as if to tell him to lead.
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Post by Foxpaw on Jan 5, 2012 0:20:38 GMT -5
Hareleap felt a bit of shyness wash over him at Midnightstar's compliment but at the same time a thrill went up his spine. It was nice to know that there was a cat in camp that thought well of him-especially when it was such a special she-cat like Midnightstar. He nodded to her signal and led the way, paws leaving footprints in the scantily covered ground. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think that was a veiled insult to our dear clanmated," he remarked, glancing curiously at his companion.
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Post by Midnightsoul on Jan 6, 2012 16:57:26 GMT -5
Midnightstar followed and at his comment, she gulped and looked embarrassingly away. I can't hide it... Especially not from Hareleap, it seems. Maybe some of the cats in our Clan don't notice, but I should've known that Hareleap would get it. She thought, then looked back at the tom, becoming braver then she'd been just a few moments ago. Her voice was lowered to a whisper, "I don't exactly like a lot of our Clanmates' bubbly personalities, but as long as they're loyal, listen to me, and are strong in battle, then I'm fine with them."
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Post by Foxpaw on Jan 8, 2012 0:36:44 GMT -5
Hareleap couldn't keep the amusement from showing in his vivid green eyes. The she-cat was obviously embarrassed, and it wasn't a side of Midnightstar, or any cat for that matter, saw very often. He leaned his head down beside her's. "Just between me and you, I'm not very fond of them either..." he murmured, ear twitching. "But I deal with them." For you. He managed to shut his mouth before he blurted it out, but it was still there on the tip of his tongue, skirting along the edges of his mind. He didn't say how close he was to following after her when she was sent from the clan, how only the constant thought that she would come back, that he would defend her innocence kept him in StreamClan. The tom couldn't deny it, and perhaps one day soon he'd say it. He wasn't loyal to the clan. He was loyal to her.
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Post by Midnightsoul on Jan 8, 2012 19:00:23 GMT -5
"If it wasn't my blood and that HoneyClan was my birthplace and I love the territory and some of the cats- being my friends- I may just have stayed a rogue.." Midnightstar meowed. "I couldn't, though. Those things and..." She brought her voice down even lower, in the hope that only Hareleap and herself would bear her words and she pulled very close to Hareleap, "Every moment I lived as a rogue I could feel myself being pulled closer and closer back to my Clan... I have a feeling it was StarClan calling me back for my destiny." Midnightstar padded back to a distance from Hareleap that was comfortable for her considering he was only a friend to her... Only a friend... But, then, what was that weird nag feeling that makes Midnightstar feel like she should be more than friends with Hareleap? That it was her destiny? That she wanted to be with him forever? Midnightstar had no idea about that feeling nor what it meant as it was but a whisper at the back of her mind.
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Post by Foxpaw on Jan 10, 2012 19:21:42 GMT -5
"Of course they were, Midnightstar," he mewed, looking into the she-cat's eyes with his own wild green ones. "You belong here. You're an amazing leader. And if StarClan hadn't pushed you back, I would of came and got you myself or stayed with you until our clanmates brought you back," he mewed seriously and honestly. His eyes burned with a rare fire.
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Post by Midnightsoul on Jan 27, 2012 11:57:41 GMT -5
Midnightstar blinked in appreciation, "Thank you, Hareleap." The leader nodded and padded out of camp, waiting outside the entrance in the light. She squinted in protest to the sun and let out an annoyed hiss at it. "Stupid sun.. Almost always shining.. I swear this Clan sees rain maybe once every four seasons!"
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Post by Foxpaw on Jan 30, 2012 22:00:36 GMT -5
Hareleap snorted at the she-cat's annoyed hiss. "Try having long fur like mine. I nearly burn up every time I step out!" he mewed in agreement with the she-cat. It was true, his dark, shaggy pelt soaked in whatever the weather threw at him like a sponge. It burned at the slightest sunlight.
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