Post by :c a i: on Oct 22, 2009 8:18:26 GMT -6
((Yeah, I didn't know that when I wrote it... Should've picked Falconeyes ^_^))
Dewleaf stared at Silverstripe, dismayed by his lack of ingenious plans. She scrunched up her forehead, eyes wide and anxious. "But... But Spottefur's already in the den! He's bound to see!" She wailed. "Oh no, what am I going to do?" She sat back, looking like a kit who'd just done something naughty and was awaiting scolding from her mother. Just because it wasn't Falconeyes' nest didn't mean she was safe from being clawed. Spottedfur was quite capable of getting very, very grumpy too, she assumed. "What if he tells Willowstar? And then she kicks me out of the den! And makes me sleep in the apprentices' den? Or worse! She might make me sleep in the rain!" Dewleaf's voice rose several octaves. She started to pace about nervously, the Gathering right at the very back of her mind.
"I know, I'll hide!" She brightened, as if she had come up with a master plan at last. "All right, so I need you to stand in front of me... Wait, you stand still." She crept behind Silverstripe and squashed herself down. "Okay, tell me if you see Spottedfur coming. And if he looks angry or not." She instructed her best friend. Oh, the things she managed to get them into...
"No!" Mistflower agreed. "I don't think they could ever get rid of a Clan. That would be awful..." Though Mistflower loved her own Clan best of all, she could never want to see a whole Clan just vanish. It would be like tipping the balance of the forest so it was on the edge of falling. No, there could only be four Clans. It was the only way. But then, it was only because they were so used to having four. "Although... If we weren't used to having four Clans, and we had two, or three, or even six, then we'd think it would be very weird to have four Clans!" Mistflower laughed a little, realising how strange their conversation must sound. She sat back, a thoughtful smile on her face as she looked up at Darkfoot, seemingly scrutinising his face, searching for something. Then she quickly broke her gaze off and looked into camp instead. Really, it felt like they'd been waiting a moon. Couldn't be long now.
Robinwing sighed, stretched and yawned widely. "Honestly, it's going to be Sunhigh by the time Willowstar finally leads us out. And all the other Clans will be fast asleep when we get there. Either that, or they'll all be elders." She joked, licking one paw and swiping it over her ear.
((Bleh, there's only so much stalling I can do. ^_^))
Dewleaf stared at Silverstripe, dismayed by his lack of ingenious plans. She scrunched up her forehead, eyes wide and anxious. "But... But Spottefur's already in the den! He's bound to see!" She wailed. "Oh no, what am I going to do?" She sat back, looking like a kit who'd just done something naughty and was awaiting scolding from her mother. Just because it wasn't Falconeyes' nest didn't mean she was safe from being clawed. Spottedfur was quite capable of getting very, very grumpy too, she assumed. "What if he tells Willowstar? And then she kicks me out of the den! And makes me sleep in the apprentices' den? Or worse! She might make me sleep in the rain!" Dewleaf's voice rose several octaves. She started to pace about nervously, the Gathering right at the very back of her mind.
"I know, I'll hide!" She brightened, as if she had come up with a master plan at last. "All right, so I need you to stand in front of me... Wait, you stand still." She crept behind Silverstripe and squashed herself down. "Okay, tell me if you see Spottedfur coming. And if he looks angry or not." She instructed her best friend. Oh, the things she managed to get them into...
"No!" Mistflower agreed. "I don't think they could ever get rid of a Clan. That would be awful..." Though Mistflower loved her own Clan best of all, she could never want to see a whole Clan just vanish. It would be like tipping the balance of the forest so it was on the edge of falling. No, there could only be four Clans. It was the only way. But then, it was only because they were so used to having four. "Although... If we weren't used to having four Clans, and we had two, or three, or even six, then we'd think it would be very weird to have four Clans!" Mistflower laughed a little, realising how strange their conversation must sound. She sat back, a thoughtful smile on her face as she looked up at Darkfoot, seemingly scrutinising his face, searching for something. Then she quickly broke her gaze off and looked into camp instead. Really, it felt like they'd been waiting a moon. Couldn't be long now.
Robinwing sighed, stretched and yawned widely. "Honestly, it's going to be Sunhigh by the time Willowstar finally leads us out. And all the other Clans will be fast asleep when we get there. Either that, or they'll all be elders." She joked, licking one paw and swiping it over her ear.
((Bleh, there's only so much stalling I can do. ^_^))