clans of england

LEAFBARE 2014

shadowclan

littlestar (mia)

smallclaw

n/a

total: 12

thunderclan

blizzardstar

paleflower

doe-eyes

total: 15

riverclan

milkstar

n/a

ravenpaw

total: 13

windclan

emberfang

n/a

briarheart

total: 14

skyclan

whitestar

ryecloud

mothdust

total: 10

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The Prince and the Pauper ((Snowfoot/Matthew))

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Matthew ♪

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played by: Kat

The Prince and the Pauper ((Snowfoot/Matthew)) Jan 16, 2014 17:25:54 GMT -8

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Jan 16, 2014 17:25:54 GMT -8

IT'S A SHAME WHEN THE THINGS THAT ARE ON YOUR MIND AND IN YOUR HEART...

His Twoleg was going to be out for about half a moon. Anna had been spending more time visiting her kids, which was great. Her kin would just sneeze whenever he was around, so Matthew was left behind. He didn't mind all that much, since his Twoleg's family was usually kind to him even though some of them became slightly ill, and they were her kits anyway. Besides, it gave him plenty of time to roam around and explore. Even though he was a house cat, he could handle himself if he needed to, and even when he couldn't catch his own food, the neighbors knew to leave stuff out for him whenever Anna was gone. He had some backups for food and shelter, but he liked to spend some time exploring.

The dainty white tom looked around at the fenced-in backyard. The only thing he really had to keep an eye out for was the group of strays, much bigger cats that could easily hurt him if they so wished. They had never been too hostile toward him, although there was an occasional hiss or swipe. With his Twoleg absent, there wouldn't really be extra food out for them, and she wasn't exactly there to keep him inside. Once the white tom was sure that the coast was clear, he crouched down, wiggled his rump, and hopped up onto the top of the fence, able to see out into the wooded area from the higher perch.

Matthew had heard stories of cats that lived out in the forest, wild ones living in Clans that would eat even the bones of other cats. He had never met or even seen one. The idea of running across one was exciting, but very frightening. He wasn't really sure about whether or not he ever wanted to meet one. After all, many house cats and strays went their whole lives without ever catching a glimpse of them, but... this little house cat was just fascinated by the idea of them, and always had to keep an eye out in case he spotted any signs of one.

He took a deep breath in, held it, and hopped down onto the ground, landing gracefully with nothing more than the soft crunch of the snow beneath his paws. He paused a moment, took another look around, and practically sprinted off into the woods. He loved the chilly breeze that swept through the forest, the rustling of whatever few leaves remained and the chirping of birds. It was all so beautiful, as if the forest were alive and whispering to every cat that ran through it. He now understood why the Clans, if they really existed, would live out in the forest. He was so fascinated by the whole thing that he hadn't even noticed that the forest had become denser and there was a new scent in the air.

After running for a bit, the dainty cat noticed a particularly nice tree, and smiled to himself. Luckily for him, Matthew had not been declawed, and was plenty capable of climbing. It was his best defensive, his favourite hobby, and something he had learned for even basic survival. It just came naturally. He decided that it would be nice to get a good view from a better height, so he ran toward it and climbed up, making sure to sink his claws in and pull himself up as he darted up the base of the tree. He managed to reach a nice branch on the middle, and sat up there, looking out at the beautiful scenery with an awe-filled gleam in his blue eyes.

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The Prince and the Pauper ((Snowfoot/Matthew)) Jan 16, 2014 23:17:42 GMT -8

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Jan 16, 2014 23:17:42 GMT -8

give me something to believe

Prince & Pauper

cause I am living just to breath

A tall, slender white form pushed its way through the dense snow-coated forest. He wasn’t necessarily in a hurry, yet his paws pushed against the earth with fervor. It was the thrill of sprinting itself that drove the white warrior through the dense growth, skidding on patches of ice but always moving, rushing onward. There was no reason in particular that he was out and about. He never needed a reason to run.

It wasn’t until the growing ach for air and stillness became too much to bear that he finally ceased. With a flourish his large feet coasted into the powder, the momentum causing a cascading plume of pearly white flakes to billow out. Snowfoot watch it with fascination. His olive eyes were bright with excitement.

The chaotic calls of birds filled the woods, their voices joined in momentary unison. It was a call of warning. Danger had come. But in truth, they couldn’t have been more wrong. Even as he leaned against the cool side of a particularly nice tree, shoulders rolling to distill the sourness before it could settle in, Snowfoot was as far from menacing as one could be.

He most certainly should have immediately noticed the scent, but, as it were, it wasn’t until a few moments in that it filled his lungs. They were close, whoever they were. Another cat? Not ThunderClan. A kittypet? But surely the would not risk daring so far into the wildcats’ territory? A loner then?

He remained still, certain that if they posed a threat he could talk his way out of it. After all, that’s what he did best. It was an over-confident assessment of the situation to say the least, but for some odd reason Snowfoot was strangely fine with that. Usually he would find fault and spend a good half of the day delving deeper into why such foolishness and been born, but for now he was perfectly content to let it slide.

“It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?” The tomcat’s voice was warm and welcoming. He hoped that by speaking up, asking a question even, the other’s response (or lack thereof) would reveal a great deal about their intentions. Besides, he wasn’t about to be rude.

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EDEN OF GS.

Matthew ♪

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The Prince and the Pauper ((Snowfoot/Matthew)) Jan 17, 2014 10:32:04 GMT -8

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Jan 17, 2014 10:32:04 GMT -8

IT'S A SHAME WHEN THE THINGS THAT ARE ON YOUR MIND AND IN YOUR HEART...

Matthew stared out at the scenery around him, a soft smile on his face as he looked around. It really was a wonder, wasn't it?? The branches and whatever few leaves that remained would bend as the chilly breeze swept over the forest. It was like a wave, brushing over everything to make the entire forest look as though it were a giant river, full of waves and shifts and swaying movements. The sky was a brilliant blue, full of lazy clouds just drifting by, floating across without a worry in the world. The housecat loved clouds, almost as much as he loved the only thing he thought could be more beautiful in the sky: stars. The bright lights shone like a hundred pairs of cat's eyes, peering down at the earth below as they gleamed. The idea of cats living up in the sky like stars was amusing to the smaller tom, and he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

Cats in the sky... It was a cute thought.

The little white tom jumped when he heard another voice, a warm-founding yet none the less surprising voice. He swallowed and his muscles tensed, and widened blue eyes slowly looked down to see who had spoken. It couldn't be another housecat; none of the others he knew would dare venture out into the forest, save Brimstone, but Brimstone had a shriller, scratchier voice. The dainty tom had always assumed it was smoke damage or something, and this voice was far from such. He started shaking slightly, muscles stiff from fear as he slowly peered down over the branch to see who was down there.

Another white tomcat, one he had never seen before. He was much bigger, more muscular with plenty of fur to make him appear as if he were a giant. His paws were huge, probably hiding a nasty pair of claws or something, and he fit the stereotype of the feral cats the housecat had heard about so much. Matthew was terrified, and yet, he didn't want to run away. This wildcat could probably easily crush him, pin him, possibly kill him. But this might have been the last time he would ever see what might have been a Clan cat. Besides, this stranger didn't look hostile; in fact, he looked almost friendly.

"Um... Y-yes, it is a l-lovely day," the nervous tom stuttered, tail tip flicking slightly as he tried to sink his claws further into the branch to keep from falling out of the tree. He had about a million questions form in his head all of a sudden, but he tried to keep them inside, especially since almost half those questions consisted of things along the lines of 'do you really eat bones' or 'please don't eat me', which actually, was more of a request than a question. Matthew tried to rack his brains for what a Clan cat would even want with a housecat, or a something-kitty, whatever they were supposedly called by those cats that didn't live with Twolegs. He had only been called it once or twice, and that was a long time ago.

"...I'm Matthew, but my Twoleg calls me Mattie, heh," the dainty tom meowed awkwardly, trying to force a small smile. He didn't want to upset the stranger in any way, especially since even from a great height he looked about twice his size, "I h-hope I'm not intruding. I j-just didn't know if anyone lived here, honest!! I can l-leave, I was just exploring, I swear."

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The Prince and the Pauper ((Snowfoot/Matthew)) Jan 17, 2014 13:46:43 GMT -8

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Jan 17, 2014 13:46:43 GMT -8

give me something to believe

Prince & Pauper

cause I am living just to breath

Twin pools the shade of soaked moss, dark in the shadows of the tree, lit up at the responding voice. Craning his head to find the owner, Snowfoot shoved himself away from the tree’s support so as to get a better look. Sure enough, a thin little thing was staring right back with the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Within their depths he could see the world reflected. A perfect representation cast in blue as if hidden just under the surface of a pond. He found himself momentarily mesmerized.

Tearing his gaze away, the warrior paced once before clearing a patch of ground with his tail. He gave it a good circle before settling to sit, packing down what snow he hadn’t managed to move. It was only then that he allowed himself the pleasure to look up at the tom clinging to the branch above.

There was no doubt in his mind that the other was a kittypet. His soft pelt, thin but well-fed appearance, and nearly unscathed body were all clear indicators. Indeed, he probably would have assumed they were a she-cat as well if it weren’t for the definite male scent. Though, even that was odd, off. Weird.

Snowfoot listened to the other’s response intently, though he tried to appear as nonchalant about it as possible. His left ear, ragged and torn by claws along the lower edge, flicked once, then again. It was impossible to keep a smile from spreading across his features. There was something very cute in the way the other stuttered in nervousness, fear, or whatever emotion held them. And Mattie, what a strange name! It seemed so weak and served no purpose. Where was the second half? How could anyone properly treat him without getting to instantly know what he was known for? Were all kittypet names like this?

He shook his head, trying to conceal the smile behind a lifted paw. Finding the attempt futile the white tom gave up. “I’m Snowfoot. It’s nice to meet you, Mat-thew.” His tongue played with the word, attempting to get it right and ending up sounding slightly off. It was just too weird. “And you’re a bit too late for that, I’m afraid. Leaving won’t do you any good now. I’m just going to have to eat you.” He paused then, wanting to see how the other would respond as his smile shifted into an all-out glorious crooked grin.

Not wanting to leave the other terrified for long, he lifted his forepaw as if saying “stop.” “No, no. I’m only teasing you. Though, you are trespassing. This is ThunderClan territory, and you’d be wise to not stay too long. Kittypets aren’t welcome, and I don’t think you’d hold up well against any of my clanmates.” It wasn’t meant to be an insult, though perhaps it came off as such. He just wanted to let Matthew know that it was dangerous, that he should leave. Yet at the same time, he wasn’t prepared to chase him off. He wanted to know more, to ask him about his world.

What was the perspective of a cat born outside of the clans? Did the borders seem just as foolish to them as it did to Snowfoot? Did fighting for every last scrap of space instead of sharing what they had with those that needed it seem just as downright petty as he thought? Perhaps talking to someone not born of this world would give him a chance to finally explore his ideas without getting pegged as lacking loyalty or respect. Perhaps it would give him the chance to open up like he had never done before. It was worth a shot.

615 words, i'm excited to see where this goes <3

EDEN OF GS.

Matthew ♪

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played by: Kat

The Prince and the Pauper ((Snowfoot/Matthew)) Jan 17, 2014 14:36:54 GMT -8

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Jan 17, 2014 14:36:54 GMT -8

IT'S A SHAME WHEN THE THINGS THAT ARE ON YOUR MIND AND IN YOUR HEART...

Blue eyes met a beautiful pair of olive green ones, and Matthew found himself staring for a second, just blinking curiously as he peered down at the other. This cat had to be wild. He looked all tattered, with tears in his ears and a few scars he was able to catch glimpses of... Poor thing... The housecat almost felt bad enough to wander down and take a closer look. Part of him wanted to offer to take him back to the Twoleg place, get him cleaned up by Anna, but... Anna wasn't even home, and he was too nervous to climb down at the exact moment. So, he tried to break away from staring, looking down shyly instead.

"Snowfoot??" the dainty white tom asked, cocking his head to the side as his nerves seemed to be soothed slightly now that he had a name to call the other by. He had never heard a name like that; then again, some Twolegs did give their pets weird names, so maybe he was just one of the cats who got one with some kind of meaning. He did have snow-coloured fur and larger paws, so perhaps the other cats called him by that. It seemed silly to the docile cat, but he didn't say anything, afraid that he might offend this... Snowfoot.

When the wildcat said that it was too late to leave, Matthew tensed up again, his fur bristling and standing on end as it frizzed out, his tail flicking nervously and his ears falling back. His mind began to work on some plan to get away, but before he could panic or do anything rash, the other tom assured that it was only teasing. The smaller cat tried to calm back down, relaxing a little bit until the strange one mentioned his clanmates, saying that they wouldn't welcome -

"What's a kittypet??" he asked, curiosity beginning to replace whatever fear was left. He was still wary, but not as frightened as before, and even more willing to get closer. Hesitantly, he hopped down from on branch to the next, until he was on the lowest branch. He was only about a fox-length from the ground at that point, although the added height made him feel a bit safer while he chatted with the much larger tom.

"I'm a housecat. I live with a Twoleg just over there... You must be mistaken," Matthew insisted. Upon closer inspection, he noticed more scars from old injuries that hadn't quite healed up completely, and looked suddenly more concerned. He looked down at the Clan cat and made eye-contact again, his voice sounding more concerned than frightened this time, "You were hurt. Oh, you didn't get those from other cats, did you?? Y-you should come back with me, we can keep you inside and clean those up..."

((Eee, it's kinda rushed, I have to run!! ^^' I'll be on later, though))

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The Prince and the Pauper ((Snowfoot/Matthew)) Jan 19, 2014 20:49:43 GMT -8

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Jan 19, 2014 20:49:43 GMT -8

give me something to believe

Prince & Pauper

cause I am living just to breath

One tattered ear quirked to the side as Snowfoot considered the slowly descending feline before him. He held his mouth taut while debating whether or not the other was just playing dumb, or if there was another excuse. Does he really not know what he is? Is this some sort of tactic to get me to let down my guard? It seemed pointless, the warrior was already planning on letting him go unscathed.

Before he could open his maw with a retort the younger tomcat continued on with an explanation. Suddenly it dawned on Snowfoot. Housecat, It had to be another term for twoleg play things. Perhaps just as he was unknowing of it the other was unknowing of his own vocabulary. What else would conflict? It didn’t take long for his thoughts to spiral into a churning river of what ifs and suppose.

The clan cat nearly missed what the other said next and had to fight to pull himself away from his own mind. “Come back? To the twoleg den? Are you mad?” Instinctually the thick fur along his neck and spine bristled, causing the already tall tom to look ridiculously large and fluffy. He was a giant snow-kitty, an irritated cloud, the thought made him calm down, but only just. “I, no. I’m sorry. I don’t think that would be a great idea in the least.”

Then it dawned on him. What would it be like to actually go into a twoleg den? How did they live? What did they eat? Where did they sleep? So many unanswered questions, and here before his paws was an open door.

But wait, was this Matthew actually worried about him?

His head tilted to the left, eyes imploring as they raced across the other’s form. “What makes you bother for my safety? You should be worried about your own hide. After all, you’re the one that’s new in the forest, who does not belong. You're too soft and innocent to last a second against the sharpened claws-.“ An image flashed, a vision fashioning from the words he’d woven. For a fleeting moment Snowfoot saw the delicate tom bleeding, broken, slumped lifelessly across the ground. It would happen if he ran into the wrong cat. The sight made him recoil.

Bringing himself back from the moment, the alabaster feline tried to control his thrumming heartbeat. “Why is everything always about violence?” He murmured under his breath, a pleading question for the stars alone to answer. But of course they didn’t, they never did. And it was this world of violence, of fighting tooth and claw for every scrap of land and food that they set up. So of course they wouldn’t answer. Do they even care?

He rose to his paws, mouth ajar to scent for his clanmates. Though, at the moment the operative word would be more akin to “enemies.” He wouldn’t let this peaceful cat meet the injustice of the forest. It wasn’t fair to him, these were not his laws to abide. Without thinking about the other’s nervousness, Snowfoot drew closer to where the patched cat balanced. His ears flicked to and fro, momentarily consumed with the task of keeping him safe.

“Mat-thew, on second thought how about you lead me to your home after all? I’d like to get to, to, to see your den.” His usually flawless tongue faltered in its search for words as his mind was caught up trying to balance too many things at once. When is the next patrol? Who is on it? What apprentices are training where? How long is it going to take to get back? What would the kittypet do if he suddenly came to realize the danger he was in? Would he bolt and make matters worse?

No. Snowfoot would keep him calm. They would both get out of this without anyone being the wiser.

641 words, way to keep your cool Snow

EDEN OF GS.

Matthew ♪

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played by: Kat

The Prince and the Pauper ((Snowfoot/Matthew)) Jan 21, 2014 6:28:55 GMT -8

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Jan 21, 2014 6:28:55 GMT -8

IT'S A SHAME WHEN THE THINGS THAT ARE ON YOUR MIND AND IN YOUR HEART...

"Come back? To the Twoleg den? Are you mad?"

Matthew hadn't really thought about how the other might look at it. He had even forgotten that as a stray he would have avoided most Twolegs, so it wasn't uncommon for cats who hadn't been around them to think that the idea of being in one's home insane. After all, the Twolegs were much larger than them, and unpredictable; even though he knew that his Twoleg would never harm him, she was quite tall and could only speak in odd tongues, with few words that he was able to pick up to get by. To other cats, she must have looked like some big monster, or something. The smaller tom noticed that the other's fur had frizzed out a big, making him look like a big fluffy cloud, and couldn't help but chuckle slightly. This other cat was much bigger than he, and yet, he seemed much more gentle than many other non-housecats Mattie had encountered.

The speckled cat hadn't really thought about what made him concerned, and when he was asked about it, he couldn't really give an answer. It had just been a reaction. He saw that another cat was injured, and wondered if there was any way to help. After all, if their roles were reversed and he had been the one covered in scars from fights with other cats, he hoped that he could get some help. Matthew only cocked his head to the side when the forest cat mentioned that he she could concerned about himself. He had never run into vicious wild cats before, but he didn't want to make this the first time. Snowfoot was the only Clan cat he had met, and he'd rather keep it that way if the others were willing to use their supposed 'sharpened claws'.

The kittypet felt a little more nervous at the thought of getting in a fight. He tried not to make it obvious, but his eyes were averted down and his ears fell back, his tail tip flicking and fur bristling just slightly. It wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing he thought of. If all forest cats were as big as Snowfoot, then he really didn't stand much of a chance. Matthew just shook his head and tried not to think about it. He could just return home and pretend that he never ventured out into the woods, if he so wished. If worst came to worst, he would just have to make it to his friend Brimstone's house, and his Twolegs would take him to the "Vet" if he got injured at all.

Snowfoot's voice drew him out from his train of thought, and he gave a small "hm?" as he looked back over at the other tom. The kittypet blinked as his new acquaintance offered to go back to the house with him, not even noticing that he had hesitated and seemed more wary of something around them. Matthew gave a small smile, and a quick nod, before hesitantly hopping down from the tree branch. He really hoped that this wasn't some kind of trick; then again, if this other cat wanted to hurt him, why go through the trouble of heading all the way back to the Twolegplace?? The low-hanging branch wasn't much of a haven, and a wild cat could have definitely outrun a kittypet if he had tried to flee.

"My Twoleg is away. She's visiting her kit's den, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind you visiting," Matthew explained, starting to lead the way back to his home without any suspicion of the possible dangers around them, "If you want to go to the Vet to get your wounds healed, we'll have to take you to Neighbor's den. We can get you some food first, though, and you're welcomed to rest there if you'd like. I've never really had a guest before... S-so I don't really know what one might expect."

The smaller tom gave an awkward laugh, leading the other cat out of the forest. He didn't even realize that about half the words he used were probably foreign to the wildcat, "Um... So... Yeah, I think that's about it... Did you want to know anything else, before we get there??"

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