Three Coconuts

[|צTwiist¦×|]

With long, confident filled strides, a feline stretched across the vast sand-filled land. Paw-prints were left behind, but with the light sea breeze, is washed small grains of sand into the light holes, making it look as though they've been there for a long while. Mist washed over his felt, making it almost sparkle in the soon-noon sun. The air was cool, if not cold, due to the season being winter.
The cat stopped in his tracks as the site of palms trees came into view at the corner of his eyes. A smirked crossed his muzzle, as he turned his direction to wards the trees. He was searching for meat, along with a drink. Coconuts provided just that.
As he neared the green lands, he shook his pelt to get rid of any bits of sand that caught into his fur. Looking up to a tree, Sandclaw smirked. One reason why he added the extension of 'claw' to his name, he had exceedingly excellent set of claws. Here he is going to put them to good use. Un-sheathing his claws, Sandclaw lowered himself to the ground, shaking his rump a bit before leaping into the air. Then he reached forward and dug his claws into the bark. There he was safely held, and here he began to climb the tree strongly.

Once he reached the top, Sandclaw began to swat at the coconuts. Several minutes later, he became tired, and lowered himself to the ground. He landed three coconuts, a very successful hunt for food. But now was the next stage. 'Skinning' the kill. But with the coconut, it had a hard shell that was labouring to crack. Shaking his head, Sandclaw began to mission to open not one, but three coconuts. 'This will take me around, until sundown to open all of these alone.' Sandclaw thought bitterly. But it'll be worth it in the end. It would be enough to feed the small clan that he co-owned. Not that there was a leader, Sandclaw would take leadership if he was able to, but alas, he was too young. Sandclaw didn't know a thing about leading a clan. Perhaps when an older cat takes position, he could learn from the new PalmClan leader. And if anything were to happen to the leader, Sandclaw would know what's best to take leadership of the clan.,

Coming back to reality, Sandclaw shook his head softly, ridding the thought. 'Not like it's going to happen anyway.' Sandclaw thought. When he opened his eyes from day dreaming, he was surprised to find one coconut open. It took another few minutes to actually split the halves apart. Quickly he began to lick the milk from inside the small bowl of the coconut shell, making sure it to now spoil.

[Fern.eh]

Strike. With one flick of a paw, the badger was dead. Death.

Looking down at the carcass with disgust, the rouge cleaned her blood-covered leg. It's throat was ripped open by her long, deadly sharp claws. The she-cat was mightily pleased by this. The badger had been trailing her for days. It had taken her several minutes to kill it, when it finally faced her. Deathstrike noted the horrific scores that decorated the black and white beasts sides and face. There was not even one bruise on her pelt.

After a few moments, the light grey spotted she-cat finished cleaning herself and looked for a tree to rest in. Finding one with a comfortable looking branch, she jumped at the tree, and climbed the rest of the way with total ease. Smirking, Deathstrike settled comfotably on the branch, close to the trunk. Ah, yes, she thought. You taught me extremely well Haunted. Her mentor had been an exelent rouge: hunter, killer, assasin and adopted family member. She couldn't help but miss him.

Glancing around with a frown etched on her face, she wondered why she thought she recognized the place. It brought back flashes of her own kit-self. Sighing, Deathstrike shook the thoughts away and rested her head on her paws, waiting for something interesting to come her way.

[`Star[~]]

MajesticLeaf walked on slowly looking for something to do. All of her herbs were all ready collected and no sick or injured cats lately. She felt as if her usefulness was worn down to nothingness and dull clumps.

All of the sudden she stopped. What.... Why do i smell cat and.... badger blood. MajesticLeaf jumped up and ran toward the smell.

"This.. this smells recent... and so does the cat...." At the point she started to freak. There could be a sick, injured cat out here..... and in this sun!! She growled in frustration. She could tell the cat was strong enough to wash itself and leave, but the hot sun could do powerful damage.

"Hello... Is there an injured cat? I just want to help," She meowed till it echoed.

[|צTwiist¦×|]

Thick, white liquid wrapped around his lips, clinging to his whiskers. His pink comb slipped through his lips and lapped up milk from one of the two bowls. The taste of it exploded on his taste buds, and is smoothly ran down his throat. It quenched his thirst, and brought energy back into him. It refreshed him, but what he really wanted was water. But he could only have that in the morning, same with everyone, The dew would stick to any type of plant life, and there he could receive water. Fresh-water wasn't safe to drink, due to the fact of the oil spill raging through the beach.

It just wasn't safe anymore. It scared him, actually. Cats died, and the ocean sucked their bodies into its depths. Including his mother.. what happened to his father and siblings was beyond him. He wished they were safe, even dreaded Currentflow. As she out it, he was heartless and careless. From her point of view. All he wanted her to be was in a safe place. But no, she wanted adventure, instead of being cramped in a Nursery Den.

Sandclaw shook his head, irritated. His tongue licked his lips and the fur around to get the remaining milk, and then his fangs bit into the meat. Juice poured out from it, and ran down his chin. But the white, coconut meat was delicious. It almost filled the empty spot in his heart, but it wasn't meant to be. He was a brother, and as he saw it, a good one at that. Currentflow.. she thought of him as a maggot, sand beneath her paws. A growl ran from his throat, shaking all thoughts from his head to finish his meal.

When he was done, two coconuts lay beside him, and two empty, frayed halves scattered in a bush. That's when he heard it. A voice, was it the medical cat? Sandclaw's ears twitched to tune in with the background, and then he sniffed the air.
Blood.

Even a distant, yet familiar scent filled his nostrils. Family? Oceanstone? Currentflow or Shore? Sandclaw's lips curled gently, and then turned back to normal. Then he rose to his paws and shook his pelt to get rid of beads of sand from his pelt. Whiskers twitched and his fur swayed, Sandclaw began to scout the area. He smelt Majesticleaf, but the other smell was different. It had no PalmClan smell to it, but yet it did. A smell from long ago. And he was going to find out who it was.

[♥ Burny ♥]

A silver she-cat padded gently out onto the sand. Pawprints imprinted the ground behind her as the tabby stepped harder. She scented her deputy. Picking up her pace, she lifted her black nose and opened her mouth, trying to make sure it was Sandclaw. Yes, it was him, but other cats' scents mingled and made Leafshine wrinkle her snout. Flicking her long furry, striped tail, the she-cat headed toward the most familiar scent. Sandclaw.

Her black lips curled as a death scent made her spine shiver. Surely Sandclaw wasn't dead? But...no...she could spot the tom scouting the area a little way off. It smelt more like... badger.

Horrified at the thought of having a badger set on her territory, the silver tabby began sprinting towards her deputy. Her green eyes glittered in impatience as she noticed three coconuts splayed on the sand. What had Sandclaw been doing? The cat was younger then her, but perhaps not too young. He was strong, at least, and his claws were sharp. When he got more experienced, he would make a good leader, she guessed. But I still have many moons to live. She remembered. Besides, this was not the time to be worrying about future leadership. She was leader right now, and there was a badger on her territory.

"Sandclaw!" she snapped, towering over the tom in dominance. Her eyes glittered as she stopped his scouting, not truely impatience, but urgency in her gaze. "Have you scented the dead badger?" she demanded, her claws sinking into the sand. Badgers were no good, and it took at least three warriors to take one down. Her gaze bored into Sandclaw's wanting him to say that he had killed the badger. If not, who had? Who hadn't told her? She was almost certain some cats in her Clan doubted her leadership. She would prove them wrong.

"Well?"

[|צTwiist¦×|]

Sandclaw let his body slink around the area, his eyes looking around for any movement or different spot of detail he hadn't seen before. The tom flicked his banner to steady his balance as he walked, over dead, rotting trees and pouncing on and over stones and boulders. As he neared the smell of the blood, he stopped. Slowly Sandclaw lifted his head into the air and drew in a breathe, taking in the scents. Majesticleaf was a definant, the other smell he has yet to find out, and fast. But then there was a new one. Ah, the leader has decided to come along now, too.

Sandclaw flicked his banner and then he began his wanderings once more, making sure he didn't make any sudden or loud noises as her went. All the sounds that he made were low, nearly mute rustles from tree brushes and the crunch of leaves under his paws and weight.

Soon enough however, he knew that the leader of PalmClan, Leafshine, and drawing in to wards him. To make her short voyage even more shorter, he began to walk to wards her as well.

The moment she saw him, she began to speak in such a tone it surprised Sandclaw. A voice of a true leader, and he smiled. Rather than sitting upon his haunches, Sandclaw shifted his weight from one side to the other, and looked up at his leader. He was normally taller then her, but she was in a stage of dominance, and the dominant ones usually tower over lower ranks in authority.

"So that's what made that horrible smell," Sandclaw said in a thinking tone, rather than replying. "Can't say I have, Leafshine." Sandclaw added with a soft frown, and then took a step to the right, perking his ears and letting them twitch. "I can scent Majesticleaf and some other scent." Sandclaw said, not looking at his leader. Instead he was looking at the densely forested area around them. The way he stood was simply stunning and elegant. He stood like a statue, unmoving.

The whisker's on Sandclaw's maw twitched gently, observing the land the was laid before him. "I think the other scent could be one of my sisters.." Sandclaw said, showing no pain or excitement in his voice. Actually, he was more concerned if anything. If one of his sisters were here, then why? They just walked right into a territory they don't reside in, and killed a badger. Sure, it was one pest out of their fur that could have killed a future cat, but why? In confused Sandclaw.

OutOfCats
Ahah, I have MUSE! In order to revive the site once more. (:!

[Fern.eh]

Blinking open her eyes, Shore realized that she had dozed off. The Rouge frowned deeply. 'I hope I didn't miss anything.' she thought with a sigh. She sat up and stetched her back and front legs, arching her back. Following by leaning forward, and stretching her hind legs. The she-cat gave a contented breath and looked around from her perch on the tree branch. She caught sight of three cats, and smirked. 'Bout time.' Shore crouched and leaned forward, bowing her head, as if she were dipping her head for a drink in a stream.

Deathstrike narrowed her eyes curiously at the sand-colored tom. 'He looks... so familiar...' She tilted her head. 'Why is that?' But she remained silent and listened to the conversation. "The she-cat must be the Leader." she mumbled beneath her breath, so she would not get caught. Not the she particuarly cared about it. She could easily flee or fight back, so she didn't have much to worry about. But she wanted to listen in to what they were saying. The strangely familiar tom said something about... a sister. The cat stiffened.

Shore gaped down at the Clan Cat. 'No way! Is... is that Sandpaw? Or whatever his name is now... but... wow...' The she-cat unconciously softened her eyes as she gazed at the tom. 'It has to be.' Shore straightened up on her branch, sitting up with a small smile on her lips. 'I can't believe I'm saying this... but...' Shore sighed. 'I'm glad he's okay.' In truth, the she-cat had dearly missed her siblings. She hadn't seen her brother since she left her clan grounds when she was a kit. That was quite long ago, and Shore was surprised she even remembered what he looked like.

Shore was suddenly torn between running up to her brother and greeting him... and attacking her enemies. 'I can't attack my own brother...' she frowned deeply. 'Geez... what now...' Shore heard them talking about the badger she had recently killed. 'Surprised I guess.' The she-cat shrugged and leaned forward once more. 'They can't be mad about me killing it... can they... that would be majorly odd.' Shore chuckled to herself 'quietly. The she-cat blinked. 'Maybe they won't recognize me...' she frowned. 'But then again, Clan Cats don't like rouges... so they'll chase me out either way.' Leaning back, she gave a depressed sigh. A little too loudly. Realizing this, she grimaced and looked too see if they heard her.


OOC: [Dang I've never had this much muse before. I feel so happy. lol]