.New Lands.

[.Moonstar.]

A silver and charcoal tinted femme wandered the warm sands and cool teal waters, leaving only tiny ripples and slowly washing away pawprints as a reminder that she was there. A gentle breeze blew in from the south, ruffling the fur of anyone or anything on the beach. It stirred the water in the puddles, creating ripples across the surface. The only sounds that could be heard was the gurgle of the river, th splish splash of fish jumping and the wind blowing getly, carressing the lands.

Pads made a soft squelching noise in the wet sand, dragging her down, sucking her in. "Stupid sand.." She muttered to herself, hissing as a small round thing with two pincers scuttled her path. "Off with ye!" she growled, circling it and batting it's back end, making it flip over. she prodded it with her claws. She pulled it over to where the water couldn't get it and tossed sand over to collect it later.


(Blah, oh well horriblwe at entry posts anyway >.<)

[Sunring]

Sunring looked around. This was as far from her beloved home as possiable... The wind blew and ruffled her coat. She closed her eyes rembering her old home... Running across the openland, sun hot on her back... Stalking rabbits, the thrill of the chase... land so hard to cope with only a windclan cat could stand. Sunring opened her eyes. That was gone now. She was a new cat now. A new leader, new clan, new home... She wanted her new home to be like her old home. This sand you sank in was far diffrent from her old sunbaked ground. The sent of water was rather refolting, compared to the open grasslands of her old home. But that was in the past. She was no longer Sunring of windclan, but sunring of Stormclan.

[`Inkfeather]

always feed the clan
^{before you h u r t yourself}

<sup>-&&- "It's called a crab, Moonstar." Haunches moved upward and down, as the tom headed toward the river's edge. it was wide, like an ocean, and some of the best freshwater prey swam in its waters. He continued at a brisk trot along the clear liquid's break, moving out into the surf, and outstreaching a pad, flushing out a small injury; a scratch. "I'll need some marigold or something after I flush this out." Dipping the entirety of his paw in the flowing river, waving it about its cold feeling flipping and dancing around and inbetween his didgits. the scabs upon his pads were gently pulled open by the currents, and small trickles of thick crimson blood fell from the petite openings. Allowing the liquification's undertow to seep into the wounds, he watched as the strands of crisom drifted through the clear underwater atmosphere in sturdy strands, as if they were string, or spindler's rope.

The grey looked back toward the green plains behind them, rouge banner twitching in the humid and solid breeze. Simply as did the sunlight beat down on him, did the wind flap and ripple at his pelt, revealing the pale tissue beneath his sleek vintage, in its purity, nor scarred, or beaten. Silently lifting his damp pad from the water, the infected scab drenched into utter cleanliness. He turned on the spot, keeping his injured paw upright, as he lept and hobbled toward the growth on the edge of the beach territory. marigolds thrived here, even under the heat and elements. He settled his rump into the golden-white sands, and lifted his free forearm toward the marigolds, picking off the more edible parts of the flower -- just below the bloom, which would cause him less work of choking it down without it being crushed for full effect. Placing the remaining part of the stem in his maw, he held tightly onto his collections. Limping over to a small shrub, did he choose the two largest leaves, and first, wrap one of the leaves around his damaged pad, leaving it again useful. Secondly, he used the other to drop the marigolds with care into, and the tom picked it back up off of the soil for a second time.

The youthful Medicine Cat sauntered leisurley toward his Leader, releasing the 'bag' of marigolds back upon the earth, and looking toward her directly, intent on finding prey for himself that would be a simple catch. "Any idea on where those crabs came from?" He muttered, looking to the other side of the river, near the sunning rocks. While awaiting her reply, he looked off toward the side, acknowledging Sunring's presence, and giving the she-cat a nod of having been noticed as politely as he could. It was unlike Starclan to give such a young tom powers to speak to them, and heal others, despite the rash warrior that still burned with hot intensity inside of him.</sup>

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[Sunring]

Sunring returned the nod. She felt like a loner with these cats... She knew nothing about Inkfeather, and all she knew about Moonstar was what Shadestar had tolled her. ' When I was in windclan' she thought absentally. She thought about going over to the other cats, but thought of nothing to say. Ever sence the change between clans the usually bright and perky Sunring had isolated herself. She didnt know why, these WERE her clanmates now... All the same she kept her distance.

[StarHeart]

Starheart looked around her what was going to happen to her clan...she didn't know, but she trusted at Moonstar would not let the clan down. Starheart walked over to Sunring. "Hello, I'm Starheart...who are you?" she asked, know at the young warrior had to feel alone, like a kit who had lost it mother...starheart knew that feeling she had had it when Moonstar had let her in to the clan.