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Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Silverstorm

With the exception of Duskclaw, the rest of the Border Patrol was forming up at the gorse tunnel now. Silverstorm was glad the Big Tom agreed to join them, as much as she wanted Deputy she couldn't help thinking that Stormstrike would make a fine one as well, albeit a bit rough around the edges and intimidating. She greeted the rest of the patrol with smiles and of course talk, it was true Silverstorm could talk a bird into flying down and killing itself for fresh kill and she loved socializing with her clan-mates, asking how they were and what they had been up to. Offering advice on certain situations and taking advice on others, socialization was an art and Silverstorm was Picasso. She thanked the assembled cats for coming with her and with a quick wink and flash of her tail, the silver and black she-cat disappeared into the tunnel and took off towards Shadowclan border.

As she and her fellow cats sprinted through the trees Silverstorm had a mile wide smile. This was how she wanted to live every day of her life, patrolling the forest with her clan-mates and enjoying everything that nature had to give her. The whole thing was almost to good to not be a dream. She slowed her pace down, the rest of the cats catching up and she nodded at Stormstrike as he came into view. They had reached the Thunderpath, and the stink was rather overwhelming. One of the many reasons many cats were not fond of the border was the Thunderpath, but it was a responsibility to ensure the Clan's safety.

The patrol was quite routine until they came upon a weird scent. It was Shadowclan and Silverstorm was instantly on alert.

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Silverstorm

“I don’t see any reason why not. And yes, Windclan and Shadowclan... good choice. I’ll send a group out to patrol the Riverclan border midday. Take whoever’s free with you.”

Silverstorm nodded and smiled at her leader finishing her vole. She padded off flicking Hawkstar on the end of his nose with her tail playfully as she went. It was a glorious day in the forest and Silverstorm loved looking at the wildlife, another reason she got up so early in the mornings. She went around the camp gathering up Warrior's and an apprentice including Stormstrike, Duskclaw, Sunshower, Hailclaw, Berrypaw, and Sandblaze. It was a fairly large patrol but she was going to split four off in groups of two when they were almost done to get in a bit more hunting.

To Stormstrike in particular she was very respectful, and saved him for last. She admired the Large Tom's imposing presence and the loyalty he had to Thunderclan and had no issues with him. "Morning Stormstrike, forming up a Border Patrol. We're hitting the Shadowclan border then going to the bridge separating Windclan and Riverclan. I would be honored if you'd join us, and it'd make me feel better if we happen upon any Shadowclan patrols. I like to think I can talk myself out of anything but having you there would make them second guess anyway." She smiled at him and curled her tail around herself as he though.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Chandler

Chandler listened to his friend with a intense gaze, as if he could suck all the class time her missed from the boy. It was a futile effort but at least it didn't seem that he really missed any instruction. A lot of get to know you and such, he was very interested in the fact that Professor Quinn assigned such a intriguing topic and he already couldn't wait to get to the library to research. He had read already about different curses and the such but honestly if what he read in his many, many books was correct and he remembered them correctly. Which he knew he had, then a 'curse' per say wouldn't really get enough umph unless it was combined with a Jinx of sorts, almost like a Taboo. A large smile broke out across his face as his thoughts well all over the place with different possibilities and he knew he sort of zoned out from Nolan and Caelum talking. He phased back in when Nolan mentioned saying sorry to the kid that the- he had hit with the compartment door. Chandler turned slightly red but he nodded.

"Yea, that's probably a good idea. I already apologized to my head." Without realizing it Chandler did take Nolan's advice about eating quickly while listening to the ghostly exploits of Peeves. He was going to have to make sure he steered clear of that meddling ghost and his dumb do- errr, wrong story. Chandler consulted his schedule and tilted his head to the side reading Quidditch. "Hey, Nolan what's quidditch?"

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

I can get a post up later tonight.

Children of the North

I know, it was a random NPC. =p Tyr is a pimp man.

Children of the North

Asger talked with the other Tyrsson for about an hour just to get a general idea of if everyone's story was basically the same, turn 15 and then get almost mauled by monsters. It seemed thus far that, that was in fact the consensus. Asger shrugged and headed for his cabin passing by a white haired boy sitting under a tree with what seemed to be a minion of the Undead, interesting. Upon arrival Asger just sat on his bed and contemplated what this was going to mean for his life. What about his foster parents, wouldn't they be sick with worry? Could he see them, or was he now entirely stuck in this safe house for the rest of his teenage life.

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Silverstorm

Silverstorm watched with amused and envious eyes as Shadowpaw bounded across the clearing with youthful energy, she had returned his greeting but would bet three voles he didn't hear it. Silverstorm always had and still wanted kits badly but at the same time her aspirations to ascend to Deputyship were very strong as well and she kept herself busy providing for the clan. She let a ghost of a smile edge onto her face and caught Gingerflame's eye. "He's turning into a fine young cat, i'm sure you're very proud." She snaked her head down to snag a bit more Vole then focused her attention on Hawkstar. "If it's alright with you i'd like to lead the Morning Border Patrol, Shadowclan to Windclan i'm thinking." Her deep blue eyes sparkled as she began thinking of cats to take with her if Hawkstar didn't name anyone. There was something about Hawkstar that made Silverstorm just feel at ease, the old tom almost like a father figure to her since she never met her own. Then again so was Ravencoat, she invisibly shrugged her shoulders and waited to resume eating on Hawkstar's answer.

As she waited a brief glance around the clearing showed the Clan was all waking, apprentices reported into Warrior's who generally sent them to care for the Elder's, other warrior's milled about still groggy from sleep eyeing something from the Fresh Kill pile for breakfast, it was then she noticed Redwhisker, and Leopardflower sitting near her. She waved her tail in their direction and greeting, and returned to look at Hawkstar.

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Posted! If i didn't mention your cat in my post don't get mad. Ill get to them in another. :)

Children of the North

What a weird dream that was Asger though when he opened his eyes and squinted at the lights above him. He heard a chuckle followed by what felt like hands on his back propping him up. "Good morning Mr. Asger, how are you?" The lights continued to mess up his vision but he managed to glare through the fog and make out a young man smiling at him. Asger shuffled backwards, promptly falling into the floor. He heard more laughing and turned red before the young man shushed them. "Quiet guys, he just woke up. You guys didn't get nailed by a battleboar now did you? Didn't think so." Asger was very confused but he accepted the outstretched hand that was offered him and stood up, this time his focus coming into clarity.

"Where am I?" He looked around the room which looked like a medical ward of some sort and his 'nurse'? Just sighed.

"Not my place to tell ya mate, Loki's kid is doing a tour for all you new folk. Better get in there before you're late."

Asger opened his mouth to respond only to have his form pushed quite roughly towards the door. He glared behind him but continued walking until he came upon a group standing in the open. He walked along with them listening and trying to pay attention while taking everything in. He was very surprised when those that were still bastards in their eyes were accepted and blessed by their godly parent. When Tyr claimed him a deep pride rushed over the 15 year old's form and he rose with a newfound energy coursing through his veins. At the end of the tour when Ronin dismissed them Asger stayed back near the other Tyrsson and stuck out his hand. "Heya. Name is Asger, guess we're half-brothers huh?"

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Silverstorm

The morning was still and quiet, the forest like a giant breath being taken waiting to suddenly burst to life when the breath is exhaled. Silverstorm loved such moments and she purred in contentment before getting her lazy butt up and ready to go. She had recently taken to waking early in the morning and going for a quick run through the territory, she loved the feeling of freedom and while it might not be the safest thing in the world it was something she felt she could get away with. She made her with back across her route with agility and grace making quick time to the various areas where she left fresh kill. As she pawed back towards camp her thoughts went to her clan-mates.

Tabbyfur, the almost always perfectly groomed she-cat whom Silverstorm got along quite well with and who always made her smile remembering the nights that the two would train together.

Frostbite was probably the best or one of the best hunters that the clan had, and while he had a more interesting personality in that he kept to himself more than some, Silverstorm knew he was a loyal and loving cat who would do anything for Thunderclan.

Flareheart, never was the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat' more accepted than with Flareheart and Silverstorm remembered fondly the time the she-cat was spotted staring at a Riverclan warrior fishing. What came next is not something Silverstorm repeats but it may or may not involve a embarrassing situation and water.

Then there was Mallownose, a great loving cat who also happened to be the clan's Medicine cat. Silverstorm loved every interaction she had with the black and white Tom.

And with Mallownose you have to have Stormstrike, a cat that Silverstorm respected and at the same time wondered about. Sure he was quite gruff and at times bloodthirsty but with the right balance Silverstorm thought him a strong warrior and one that would always defend the clan. Then again at times he did make her spine crawl, and she couldn't help but think of the death of his brother...

Speaking of his brother... Mossfur, to say that Silverstorm had a 'crush' on the gorgeous grey and white tom would not be wrong, but Silverstorm always struggles to put the clan ahead of herself in everything. Even if Mossfur has the best personality, looks, and manners ever put into a cat. Silverstorm catches herself inside her head as she bounds over a log and smiles around the many voles.

It takes her another 30 minutes to get all the food back to the camp and then she had to take two trips to bring it all to the fresh kill pile. It was enough for every cat to at least get fresh breakfast but not quite enough to prevent a morning hunt patrol that could be pushed back an hour or so. She went straight from the pile with her own pick of choice and padded towards her leader. She glanced around the clearing replaying her thoughts on some of the cats from the clan, all her fellow warriors.

She smiled and nodded at the siblings Sandfire and Bravefeather, gesturing towards the fresh kill, and continuing her way to Hawkstar. Upon arriving she placed a nice plump vole in front of the Queen Gingerflame with a large smile. "Figured you might be hungry." She also pushed another plump animal, a mouse this time towards Hawkstar before settling down beside them with her Vole.