Claws, Shellpelt after leaving Moonflight

[~Novalight~]

The soft sand cusioned her paw-steps as she slowly stroled along the beach. The white sand sparkled ((lots of alliterattion YEAH!))in the glittering moonlight. Empty skys showed a clear view of the moon and the Silverpelt. Shellpelt felt better -having her warrior ancestors watching over her. What a topsy-turvy day! First being caught by Treeclan, then Icepelt, then Ivyvine, (Novalight would probablly know about her), and then making friends with Moonflight. Her bundle of nick-nacks swung reasuringly from her jaws. A serine zephyr blew from Sea. She walked around in a circle, denting the sand underneight her. She watched the waves come onto shore and lap against the beach. As each wave eroded part of the beach, she felt the wave take her stress with it. Slowly, she began to unwind.
Suddently the wind shifted. The calm breeze coming in from the Sea grew and chanded into gusts from the land. Clouds floated over in front of the Sliverpelt. A huge wave came out of now where, headed right for her, high on the beach. Much higher than any low tide wave should have ever gone. It swarmped her. "NO!!!" She screeched before being draged twards the Sea. Never again, she had sworn she would never be taken back. Seaweed tangled her limbs and she clawed. A feeling of fear that she remembered from her days before the clan enveloped her mind in a fog, making it imposible to think. Only one thougth sounded like a foghorn in her mind. YOU CAN'T TAKE ME BACK, NEVER AGAIN. A presence like an eel slid into her mind, sliping through her thoughts and feelings, everything she hid from herself and others. It was bringing that which she had burried deep back. She was running out of air and her heart pounded in the panic. Never Again would she under go THAT again, she didn't know what THAT was, but she had a bad feeling that if she didn't do something soon, the eelly presence would show her. In desparation, she continued to claw at the currents and weeds that were trying to drag her into the depth of the Sea and the underwater cave that swam in her vision, but her attemts were growing feeble.

This post has been edited by Novalight on Jun 9 2007, 03:09 PM

[Songlight]

An umber form was padding along the beach, although the shape seemed gray in the dim light-or lack there of. Then again, everything seemed gray in the shade and shadows that formed a beach, a tree, a cat, the ocean, like a color-by-number puzzle made only out of different shades of grays. The ash-colored cat did not like it on the beach-there was something about the endlessness of it, and its malability that made him uneasy. It's like egg yolk, squishy...a beach full of egg yolk... The thought sent shivers up the young loner's spine. Egg yolk...squishy, but holding life within it...life with a sharp beak. No, Red, for that was the loner's name, was much more at home in the forest, with sturdy chocolate-colored trees and small patches of vivid flowers. Yes, the woods...and yet...something was drawing him to the beach, making him pad in the soft egg yolk of its sand. He sat down, observing the ash-colored waves change the beach, one after another, when another cat came into his sites, a cat who blended in almost perfectly with the sand, both the cat and the beach colored the lightest of grays. She trotted along, pensive, once in a while bending down and picking something up-a rock? A shell? Suddenly, a huge wave seemed to appear out of the sky, like an albatross diving down into the water. It washed over the beach-and over the she-cat padding along it! Red dashed forward, and the brick-colored cat launched himself into the lapping waves. The sloshed at his head. Come in, Red. Come in. Come in, they communicated to him. The sharp beak of the chick inside the egg yolk. He sent his muscular paws at them. Stop it. Stop. Stop. Stop. He swam further and further in, every few seconds a wave falling over his head. But the cat knew how to swim, a little at least, and managed to resurface every time. He spotted the ivory pelt of the she-cat under the water. He dove. A wave pushed him that way, but he kept turning, kept whirling in the water....his teeth, even those were slightly brown-red, snapped over the warrior's paw. They both whirled around there for a second, both their lungs burning, like they were in a dryer, going up, down, side to side, but never getting out of the water, Shellpelt too heavy for Red to lift...And then, a wave, an enormous one, brought them both to the beach. Red lay, semi-concious, Shellpelt next to him.

[‹‹Sparklight››]

{{ EGG YOLK!!!!! }}

[Songlight]

((OOC: HORRAY FOR EGG YOLK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))

[~Novalight~]

((Boo for egg yoke!))

Shellpelt realized that she was back on the beach and lying next to an other cat. Twice in one day...Ugg, this is really getting annoying... She felt slightly better about this almost-drowning, since it was clearly super-natural. Then she realized who, or rather who the other cat wasn't. The other cat wasn't a clan cat. Probibally a loner, since he had saved her, a rouge would have just let her drown. But the newcomer freaked her out. This loner was on Zephyrclan land. On HER land. With the adrenallin still corsing through her veins, she screeched, "GET OUT OF MY TERRITORY." She lunged at him claws extended and left a shallow gash on his side. It wasn't the best way to treat someone who had just saved her life, but Shellpelt was a tumble of emotions. She was confused about earlier today, angry because she wanted to be alone, scared because of the wave that had tried to pull her back to... where ever it was... and now this cat who wasn't even supposed to be on the beach had rescued her. It was too much. She ran up the beach, quickly even on the sand, swipped her bundle, and ran off. Where could she go? Not to camp nor the Thistle Thicket...She had thought she was safe from everyone except the clan cats which she knew how to avoid, but now the place she had called home wasn't even safe from loners. The ground flew under her as she ran over all the territory. It took a long time untill she ran out of energy. Now in the center of the territory, she climbed up a cherry tree into the the cover of the leaves and settled down to nap. Finally a place where there was nothing but the blissfull abyss of sleep. What a crazy day... Her last thoughts were... I'll have to tell Novalight there was a loner on our territory...


((Poor Shellpelt... She's a little stressed right now... Also she has a history if the plot is what I think it is and not what Sparky and Song think it is...)

[Songlight]

((OOC: http://z9.invisionfree.com/Sea_of_Stars_NE...p?showtopic=121 ))

Red sat on the sand, dazed, a mere 2/5 concious, and extremely confused. He sighed and gazed at the strawberry-colored liquid bubbling out of his scratches like a gyzer. Blood. About three deep, flowing scratches from the waves thrusting him into sharp rocks, and four (one for each claw,) shallow scratches where the cat he had just rescued had attacked him. He sighed, a sound like a fluffy object being struck violently against the wall (his lungs weren't exactly in the best shape after being bumped into stones several times by irate waves). He slithered into a ball, curling up. He started gazing at a little white pebble-round and translucent, he noticed, perhaps quartz-on the beach. He didn't really have much else to gaze at. He then noticed that shards of quartz riddled the shore. Weakly, he shoved his paws into the sand and dug. Just as he suspected- a huge jewel of quartz, the size of two cat's paws, with spikes of quartz peppering it, a bit like thorns, or the spikes of a chive's flower. As he looked, he saw that it was a very good place for rocks- a few smooth stones of jasper, that red stone-carmidean? Carmatiden? As well as some smoky and rose quartz pebbles lay in the sand. Quartz...was that what the warrior was picking up? He suddenly started wondering about the she-cat. Had she been collecting something she didn't want anyone to see? He knew for a fact that that she-cat was in ZephyrClan, a ZephyrClan warrior, but was no stranger to being an outlaw-well, a very minor one, that is. He had scented her on TreeClan territory just this afternoon! He wondered what she was up to. He automatically started stinking on a jasper pebble. He wasn't sure why he was, but it actually tasted Ok. He wondered succinctly if it was an instinct he had because jasper had some sort of healing power. He kept it in his mouth. He pondered for another minute, and realized that Shellpelt would probably tell Novalight that he was lying here. Which meant tell Novalight that he had broken the Warrior Code. After a few moments, he decided that was OK, even good. He was trespassing to make a political statement, that was the reason he did it! Besides, he was injured. He yawned and went to sleep.

[~Novalight~]

Novalight sprang on to the beach, ready to fight the loner. Her claws were un-sheathed, and her hair was starting to puff up. Then it fell, the loner was Red. The rusty fur gave him away. Red was a pacafist and didn't fight much. He just didn't like the idea of clans and expressed it by trespassing. The loner was very willing to lend a hand to wounded cats, showing his kind heart. There probibally wouldn't be a need for a fight with this one. "Hello Red," she prodded the sleeping form until it stirred. "I know that your making your "political statement" and normally I'd run you off with a joke or two, but right now I've got to find Shellpelt. So would you mind just telling us if you've seen her and get off our land and we can pick up the whole "territories should be shared" thing another day?" Novalight always laughed when she saw this stange cat. What cat didn't feel the least bit territorial. Only Red. She often had deep phylisophical discussions with the odd-ball on the edge of Zephyrclan territory when he was arround. Not that they were friends, the tom didn't like having friends, but they were on no means bad terms. But Red was usually hanging out on the other side of clan-land, near Tempestclan territory and his brother Ottervoice. They were both odd-balls. Novalight shook her head to clear it. Thinking about the brothers wouldn't get Shellpelt found and she had a bad feeling that something bad had resently happened in the immediet vicinity ((sp)). "Oh and Red, why have you got jasper in your mouth?" More odd-ball things. Novalight couldn't help but snicker at the burgundy cat.

[Songlight]

"I just saved her from drowning...and she clawed me in the belly, no less. Yes, Shellpelt certainly has been a presence in this hour of my life." He didn't chuckle or appear embarrassed but merely yawned nonchalantly, the jasper dropping out of his mouth and landing with a sharp click on some quartz. Red, not as exhausted as when he had dropped onto the sand an hour ago, suddenly realized that three sharp bits of rock were not just beside him, to be admired and put in his mouth, but under him, to nudge annoyingly into his spine. He got up, sore, and stretched, glancing around. Finally, the tom pointed toward the woods. "I think she ran that way. She looked kind of shaken," he finally replied. "And the jasper? Well, I'm not too sure." he chuckled a little and kicked a piece of stone, mist-colored quartz this time, aimlessly. Finally, the umber cat smiled and said, "Well, I guess I should be getting out of your territory before another warrior scratches me again. See you later, Novalight!" With that last greeting, he loped into the night.

[Sea Tiger]

Coralblossom started intranced after the rogue. She liked her scence of humor, and admired his 'politcal statements,' and the way be spoke so bravely to Novalight. Red... that was his name, Coralblossom thought dreamily. Seeing that he had dropped the jasper, and quickly picked it up in her own mouth, hoping Novalight, Smokesky, and Icefeather hadn't seen. And Shellpelt...
Shellpelt! She would be okay... right?
Coralblossom forced her thoughts from the ginger-red loner, and turned her head in the direction Red said Shellpelt had headed.
The strange warrior's pawprints creased the soft sand, but were quickly being faded away by the incoming tide.
"We better go find Shellpelt before we can no longer see her pawprints..." Coralblossom said dreamily, with one last glance at Red.

(( <-- LOL))

This post has been edited by Sea Tiger on Jun 18 2007, 04:49 PM

[Whitelight]

"Yes..." Mumbled Icefeather was she pushed her way up a sand dune. She had remained quite since they had started their patrol and wasn't willing to 'come out of her shell' just yet. With a glance at the dazed Coralblossom, the small warrior set off. Her feet padded silently against the soft ground though she was lost in thought. If Shellpelt hated her as much as she felt bad then there was no changing that. Icefeather sighed and pushed farther ahead. Novalight was supposed to be in the lead here, but right now Icefeather liked the feeling that she got as she sped down the coast. Her black and white fur rippled in the wind as the warrior begain to let her mood lighten.