Lost in thought (OPEN)

DarkClan Warrior

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Swampfrost

Lost in thought (OPEN) Aug 11, 2014 8:14:03 GMT -7

Post by Swampfrost on Aug 11, 2014 8:14:03 GMT -7

The sun was high and warm as Swampfrost padded through the Abandoned Grounds. His icy gaze swept over the stocks of dry grass thoughtfully as he scented the air. He was a phenomenal multitasker, but today was different. He couldn't help but think about his sister, Fern. The moons had gone by and he had yet to come across her scent.
Swampfrost hadn't been Clan born; far from it. He used to be a kittypet. Born to a lovely siamese named Cynthia and her loner mate Scythe, Swamp had been destined to live a comfortable life full of mushy food and warm laps. But he had never wanted to live that way, and his sister had felt the same. When they tried to run away, Fern had just managed to slip under the fence before Scythe found them and pinned Swamp to the ground. He had told his sister to run; and she had reluctantly obeyed. He hadn't seen her since. Morbidly, his mind thought of all the possibilities. It had been many, many moons since he had managed to find his own way out, and he hadn't caught so much as a whiff of her earthy scent.
Sitting back on his haunches, Swampfrost listened to the wind brush the grassy terrain pleasantly. The sun warmed his chocolate cream pelt, and he sighed heavily. He often did this very thing. He would wander DarkClan territory in the hopes that he would find her; but it was becoming more and more bleak with each passing day. She could have wandered into a completely different territory for all he knew. Or worse. His tail tip quivered uneasily at the thought.

SWAMPFROST
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Last Edit: Aug 11, 2014 21:06:19 GMT -7 by Twi

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Cedarstar

Lost in thought (OPEN) Aug 11, 2014 21:10:42 GMT -7

Post by Cedarstar on Aug 11, 2014 21:10:42 GMT -7

It wasn't unusual for the Darkclan deputy to be out and about. Usually while most of her clanmates slept, preparing for a long night of hunting and other patrols, the brown and black she-cat would take the time to roam the territory in peace and quiet. It wasn't that she disliked her clanmates but sometimes they were just too loud and she felt as if someone always needed her or wanted to be in her business. Still, she was tasked in being second in command of the leader and she had been deputy for quite awhile now but she just couldn't help but to stay into her bad warrior habits to leave for awhile and enjoy the sunlight.
Amongst the tall grass she sought out the perfect spot, a retreat she had found some time ago. It was a flat incline, a small hill that was high enough to catch sun and flat with dirt and no itchy grass to tickle her nose. As she walked the familiar path to her spot she noticed a disturbance, she stopped immediately tasting the air. She didn't smell any close by prey, mainly she just scented stale scents of her clanmates and grass, but then a much stronger scent came to her. Whiskers twitching curiously she moved closer until she recognized the distinctive coat of Swampfrost, one of her clanmates. She remembered him easily, he was a large tom and one of the few cats that outsized her in the clan.
Cedarstorm knew he use to be a kittypet and for a moment she wondered if that had something to do with why he was out during this time of day, however she dismissed the idea. She was no elder or queen keen on gossip or rumors and she wasn't going to start any just because she didn't know him as well as some other cats.
She was planning on leaving, thinking he might of wanted privacy much like she did herself but she had moved fairly close and was down wind, there was a chance Swampfrost would of scented her by now. Instead she walked calmly into eye-view, "Swampfrost," She greeted, "enjoying the sunhigh?" She asked politely, hoping she hadn't startled him.

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DarkClan Warrior

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Swampfrost

Lost in thought (OPEN) Aug 12, 2014 13:42:52 GMT -7

Post by Swampfrost on Aug 12, 2014 13:42:52 GMT -7

Swampfrost flexed his claws in the dirt as he observed the vast sea of grass stocks. He couldn't help his wandering thoughts, although he tried to shake them. 'This is my home now. That life must be put behind me.' He thought to himself, twitching his ears dismissively. 'I made a promise to DarkClan and StarClan to uphold the Warrior code and fight for my Clan. For all I know, I might be chasing after a ghost.' His pelt bristled slightly, and he ran his tongue irritably over the uneven strands.
His ears perked as the sound of paw steps pulled him from his wandering thoughts. Swampfrost's icy gaze lifted as he spun on his heels, falling into a defensive stance. As the wind changed direction slightly, the familiar scent of his Deputy drifted towards him and he relaxed. Suppressing his rampant mind, the large tom settled back on his haunches and waited for Cedarstorm to appear.
As the burly she-cat nosed her way into view and spoke, Swampfrost dipped his head respectfully. He was still getting to know his other Clan mates, but if there was any cat he knew relatively well it was Cedarstorm. Being the Deputy of ShadowClan meant dealing with tasks that the Leader assigns to you; which means doing a lot of the work. He didn't really know her on a personal level, but upon entering DarkClan territory all those moons ago he had gotten to know her fairly well. Her dark pelt was distinct, and her size made her stand out from most of the other she-cats in DarkClan. He had never seen a she-cat as well built as his Deputy. But he had never been to a gathering either. He knew the time would come where they would take him; however, he also knew the stigma about his origins would be a deterrent to that. Despite having seperate territories, apparently it was fairly common to hold friendly rivalries with other Clans. Things weren't always territorial, so to speak. But DarkClan already had a bad rap with the other three Clans for their camp location; they sheltered themselves within an abandoned twoleg building, and had the closest encounters with twolegs the most frequently. So unfortunately his Clan was often the brunt of jokes. Perhaps that was also why Thornstar was willing to take him in. In some way or another, all of the DarkClan cats were misfits.
"Good morning, Cedarstorm." Gently laying his tail across his paws, he smiled politely at his Deputy. "Very much so. It is a pleasant morning for a walk, don't you think?"

SWAMPFROST
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