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Post by stripe on Jun 19, 2011 15:29:23 GMT -5
A cold gust of wind swept by, making the air quite chily since the sun was hidden away behind gray clouds. Before a storm, the wind blows faster, bringing more cold air in. The river was also affected and was running faster than normal. Small waves formed because of the stronger winds, crashing agains the nearby rocks, but there appeared to be no risk of floading. It seemed like an odd day to be out, but then again, the oddest of cats like being out on odd days.
Stripe was sitting near the river, his paws sinking into the mud ever-so-slightly, but he didn't seem to notice. His eyes were fixed on the water, on the distorted pictures of rocks and fish which were creating by the newly formed waves. He was hungry, but hunting was the last thing his mind was on. He was thinking about his new life, his life in RushClan. He had joined only a few days before, and still wasn't very used to it. He wanted to make friends, most of all, and meet the new cats.
"This is... all... very different..." he muttered, loking up at the gray sky. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice his paws sinking more quickly, and sliding toward the-
SPLASH!
The tabby tom had fallen in, water surrounding him and clouding his vision, filling his ears and nose and mouth. Desperetly, he kicked his legs, twisting and turning franticly. He had never learned how to swim, he feared drowning as much as he feared a blazing forest-fire or giant hounds with huge fangs. His head was lifted above the surface of the water, but as soon as he spit out what was already in his mouth and tried to breath in, he was swept under again, water trying to flood into his lungs. He kicked again, unable to realize that the current was carrying him away. The only thing he was focused on was keeping his head above the water...
"Somebody! Help! H-" he cried before being knocked under again by the water and the waves. He closed his eyes, feeling the rocks on his back... move? He was moving... he was being carried away... no one would hear him... he was going to die...
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Post by shadowstalker on Jun 30, 2011 20:23:13 GMT -5
 ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ Shadowstalker had his eyes closed a distance away from the cat, not really knowing that he was there, though he could sense somewhat of a presence nearby. He opened the glowing orbs slowly and then turned them at the sound of a large splash, that being the only thing that caught his attention. However, urgency suddenly filled his expression when the splash turned into cries for help, signalling that a cat, no... One of his clanmates, was in distress. Though he wasn't really looked up to in this Clan and everybody thought he was strange, it was still his warrior duty to protect his Clan, his family.
His muscular body took off running stealthily toward the noise, noiselessly with perfect silence; he moved like a blackened silhouette, a shadow that belonged to another cat, but his eyes that shone with the consistency of brilliant crystals spoke otherwise to that theory. There were rumors about this cat in the midst of the Clan. He never slept was one, and that was slightly true. He never slept in the camp and always did out here, and even so, his body didn't require much sleep. He could go a few days without it and then take about a five to six hour nap and be fine. It was strange, but yet true. His mind was ridden with insanity that took over at uncalled for times, but he tried to suppress it as much as he possibly could. The black tom spotted the place where the river was experiencing a large disturbance; brown legs with white paws were flailing uncontrollably in a fight for a life. Without taking even a second thought, Shadowstalker reared back and leaped massively over the currents, landing a few feet from the other cat. Swimming to him, he bit into the scruff of the other cat's neck and began to pull him to safety, straining each and every one of his muscles to do so.
Once they reached a bank the blue-eyed male was out of breath and panting, hoping that he had gotten there in time, and he seemed to have done so; water was being coughed up. Once the eyes opened, he asked a cliche question, but one that needed to be brought out.
"Are you okay?"
[/size] i am clearly broken
and no one knows what to do...
::Shadowstalker:: [/size][/color][/font][/i] |
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Post by stripe on Jun 30, 2011 20:55:45 GMT -5
Stripe felt as though his lungs were about to implode. He knew that he shouldn't have, but he tried to breath in, and his lungs filled with water. He shut his eyes tightly, unable to continue his fight against the rushing river. He smirked, since his last wish ever since he was a kit was to go out with a smile.
Something bit on to the back of his neck, and he kicked franticly, thinking it was a giant fish trying to eat him. He felt whatever it was pull him toward the surface, feeling the water that was once surrounding him change suddenly into air. Whatever was holding him by his neck dragged him onto the land. Stripe coughed loudly, his lungs emptying themselves of the water. Stripe looked over to see Shadowstalker panting and asking if he was okay.
"..."
The only thing the tabby could do was stare and nod. He padded over to the black tom and his surprised look was replaced with a large smile. He nodded again, more enthusiastically this time, speaking this time as well.
"Ta-ha! Yeah! Never been better!" he chimed, tilting his head in an odd fashion. He looked over the black tom, purring slightly, "I'm Stripe! Who are you? You're handsome, I'll give you that!"
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