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Der einsame Fluss trennt den unbelebten Zweibeinerort und den belebten Zweibeinerort. Für Katzen, die des Fischen mächtig sind, ist er ein wahrer Segen, da sein Wasser recht ruhig ist und auch nicht verschmutzt wurde. Dementsprechend dient er auch als Wasserquelle für viele.

#801

RE: Der einsame Fluss

in Der verlassene Zweibeinerort 17.01.2025 14:16
von Valoketh •

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Valoketh with @Zimtpfote hote

The blue-gray tom stood motionless, his piercing blue-yellow gaze unwavering as it met hers. His voice, calm and detached, rolled forth like the echo of a distant storm.
"Thy scent carries the chill of the mountains, yet 'tis touched with a sharpness unfamiliar to me. I would wager thou art of HailClan, though thy presence here puzzles me. Pray tell, what dost thou seek so far from thy frozen peaks?"
He glanced briefly at the dark clouds gathering in the sky, a faint ripple of interest crossing his otherwise impassive face. "These lands lie free of claim, as thou surely knowest. Thy borders, though near, hold no sway here. And so, I see no reason why a stray such as I should not make use of them."
Valoketh�s tone turned colder, a flicker of mockery threading his words. "Winter comes harshly, but I am no fool to its bite. I shall linger only as long as it suits me. Dost thou imagine thyself entitled to question me, clancat, simply because thou art tethered to a notion of ownership?"
He tilted his head, his expression unreadable. "Valoketh is the name I bear, though 'tis naught but a word to thee, I suspect. And what of thee, brown-cloaked one? Shall I call thee 'paw,' as thy kind would, or dost thou bear a name worthy of remembrance?"
For a moment, silence stretched between them, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder. Valoketh�s cold gaze remained fixed on her, though within him stirred the faintest whisper of memories�ones he had long since buried. She remembered him of his own kind in the endless lands of his home that have long been forgotten in this world. Only the wind remembered their names and stories. Valoketh was now the only witness, the only cat who still remembers.

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#802

RE: Der einsame Fluss

in Der verlassene Zweibeinerort 18.01.2025 13:48
von Zimtpfote •

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Cinnamonpaw with @Valoketh
Well he knows that there are Clans in this world and that the HailClan resides in the mountains. Maybe he is one of the not so dumb strays but that remained to be seen. Briefly she sneered and showed her white teeth, not amused by his words. But the pretty red furred cat then reclaimes her neutrality. Her ice-blue gaze shortly sways away from him, like she doesn't need to fear him and yet her gaze returns to the strange stray. His way of speaking and his knowledge leads her to think that he isn't a stray like she knows them to be. This tom-cat seems far to controlled and thoughtful.
"Getting to know the lay of the land close to the border, like I said", she replied and snorted lowly, "Sometimes it safer to don't travel back up the mountains. So in order to know potentional safe places to rest..." And with that she shrugs her shoulders. The cold wind rakes trough her thick fur but she just flicks her ears as if she couldn't feel the cold.
Valoketh. Well that's a name stranger than the stray himself. A real mouthful. Not that she will say something in this regard. Furthermore he lets her know that he knows not just about the clans of this lands but also knows about their tradition. "Awfully rude to just asume that I am an warrior apprentice, don't you think?", she asks with a cold and sharp edge to her voice, thought the then rolls her eyes, "Be grateful that you assumed right. Cinnamonpaw my name, apprentice of the HailClan under the leadership of Owlstar." It wouldn't hurt to give him that informationen. Hopefully, should they ever meet again, she would be able to say she now was a full-fleged warrior.

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Nothing left than pawprints in the snow

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#803

RE: Der einsame Fluss

in Der verlassene Zweibeinerort 19.01.2025 13:56
von Valoketh •

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Valoketh with @Zimtpfote

Valoketh�s gaze remained fixed on the cinnamon-furred apprentice, the faintest flicker of intrigue stirring in the cold depths of his mismatched eyes. The wind tugged at his thick blue-gray fur, but he stood unmoving, as if carved from the very stone beneath their paws. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and measured, as though each word was weighed before it left his tongue.
"Thy name suits thee, Cinnamonpaw," he said, the archaic cadence of his speech lending a certain gravity to his tone. "And under the guidance of Owlstar, no less. Thy leader is but newly seated upon the throne of leadership, yet if she hath chosen thee for apprenticeship, she must see great promise within thee. It speaks well of thy skill, for not all apprentices are so favored."
His gaze swept over her, taking in the proud set of her shoulders and the determined light in her icy blue eyes. "Though young thou art, I sense thou hast walked more seasons than the average �paw.� Perchance that explains thy sharp tongue and bolder air. Thou art no mere fledgling."
He paused, tilting his head slightly, as though scrutinizing her words from every angle. "As for thy search to map safe havens - �tis a prudent task, and one that speaks of foresight. Not all clancats would venture so far to safeguard their own. Thy caution doth serve thee well."
A faint smile, more shadow than substance, tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Thou findest my assumption rude? Perchance it is. Yet thou art mistaken if thou believest me to be an ignorant stray. I see more than most. Thy bearing, thy voice, even the manner in which thou holdest thyself - all betray the mark of thy training. Thy Owlstar hath chosen her apprentice well."
Valoketh�s gaze drifted toward the gathering storm clouds, their dark shapes mirrored in the quiet storm of his eyes. "Remember this, Cinnamonpaw," he said softly, his voice carrying an edge as sharp as the winter wind. "Names and borders mean little to the wild, yet strength and cunning endure. Thy clan, thy title, thy leader - they are but tools. Wield them wisely, for storms come swiftly, and only those who stand firm shall endure their wrath."
With that, he fell silent, his expression returning to its usual mask of detached calm, as though he were but a shadow cast by the turbulent skies above.

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#804

RE: Der einsame Fluss

in Der verlassene Zweibeinerort 01.02.2025 18:16
von Zimtpfote •

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Cinnamonpaw with @Valoketh
Well he couldn't know that she was Owlstar's apprentice when she was the second leader of the HailClan. Not that it would mean anything in her on regard. Why should it matter if her teacher is the leader of the clan or just one of the warriors? In the end all warriors live the way a warrior is supposed to live. "Our former leader Windstar gave me in the capable paws of then Owlqueen to complett my training", she slowly said. No more could be said. The HailClan would either seem weak if he heard that she formerly trainend under Cthulhustar or he would think her weak because now she trained under the third leader of the clan to complet her apprentinceship.
A loud sound rings out in the cold air. Yeah she was older than most apprentice - especialy when it came to the HailClan. Usualy they rise fast to be warriors. It's just how it works. They need to learn fast and good to be safe within their own territory. The mountains aren't a place where a cat without guidance can survive easily. Without knowing the mountains they're dangerous and tricky and a cat can easily lose their life, if they think to master the mountains without knowledge.
"I suppose that is correct. You need to stay sharp and be bould. The mountains are special." In the end that is as fair a warning as she is willing zu give. Should he try to conquer the mountains without knowing he was warned. Not just in regards of the HailClan but also in regards of the territory itself. "Maybe that is what it is. Some would may call it foolish and dumb but in the mountains it is never wrong to know where you can find safe shelter. Even if you need to leave the boundarys of the territory." Another warning to not step a paw in their territory shouldn't he want to be part of the clan.
The red-furrend cat shortly averted her gave from the stray towards the territory she left for this search. Then she gazes back and replies with a shrug: "Isn't it rude to think of me as an apprentice even thought I'm obviously old enough to be a warrior? Maybe you are knowledgeable than other strays but you could have been wrong. Another cat could she that as a reason to attack you." Usualy she was in this kind of mood. Why instead she chosed to talk she doesn't rightly know.
Thought she then stills and her ice-blue eyes seem to sharpen even more. "That sounds awfully like you speak from experience." If that's the case she needs to be careful. Then he would know how a warrior fought. He himself would have been a warrior if her understanding of his words weren't wrong. He may now be a stray but a former fully-fledged warrior would stay dangerous even after losing his home and clan.

(Sorry it took me that long! I promise to do better!)

To live and to die

Nothing left than pawprints in the snow

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