for goodness sake [ syd . hedgie ]

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b r i g h t b e r r y !

This creek was lovely. Simply lovely, it was. Brightberry loved to sit by it and listen to the gentle flow of the water, thinking and dreaming and enjoying the scenery around him. It was one of his favourite spots, actually, and he had often yearned for its peaceful tranquility when resting at camp after a hard day's work, or recovering from an injury in the medicine cat's den. Surely the relaxing qualities of its flow would have many positive effects on cats in Camp, and it would be much more convenient if the stream were nearer, and more easily accessible to all.

This, of course, got him thinking. It didn't really take much to get Brightberry thinking--the tom's mind tended to be whirring with inexplicable thoughts at all times of the day--but now he was really, really thinking. Intense, purposeful thinking. He was on the verge of another epiphany, he felt it, and it felt good!

"Aha! I have it now, I do!" With a triumphant mew, the fluffy tom leapt to his paws, the tranquility of the moment broken by a sudden and intense surge of feline genius. "Yes, yes! It is clear in my mind! The flow of the stream can be altered--redirected? Or split? Split, yes, we don't need all of it." Rambling happily to himself, the tom shuffled over to a patch of exposed earth and began to paw in the dirt as he mentally mapped the route back to camp, recalling all the bumps in the land and the flow of the stream as it tumbled down from the hills.

"Fresh, readily available water and a nice atmosphere, just a pawstep away from camp," he thought out loud, picturing exactly how it would be in his mind. "A smaller stream running just outside of camp... or through it? No, that would be troublesome during the spring flood. Near is close enough..." Trailing off, Brightberry stared at the crude and nearly incomprehensible map tat lay in the dirt at his paws.

He would need to go further upstream in order for the channel to flow correctly down to camp, he concluded. It would be hard work too, but when it was done, he was sure that it would improve the lives of all of his Clanmates. They would definitely be pleased with him, and it was that thought which made him decide that he had better get started immediately. Scrubbing out the mess of scribbles lest another cat stumble upon it and ruin the surprise, Brightberry headed upstream with a purposeful gleam in his eyes and a spring in his step.

This time, his idea would work for sure!

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Today was going to be a good day, yes yes, a very good day. Featherpaw could feel it in her bones. Maybe she'd go out and stalk a two-leg for a bit, or talk to some kittypets... She didn't know but, she knew she'd do something! Weaselpaw would be with her, of course. He was her constant companion, he was. Featherpaw liked her measly best friend, even if he was naggy and didn't like to get in trouble... But, oh well! He still followed her around and went on great adventures with her- and that was what true friends were for.

Adventures!

Grinning, the she-cat twitched her whiskers, tail twisting behind her. Today, the slender tortoiseshell cat was stalking across BoulderClan territory, headed towards the creek. Her actual destination was the two-leg place but.... stopping by the creek couldn't do any harm! Besides, she had heard her brother, Brightberry, was at the creek looking for herbs. It was only her sisterly duty to help him, after all! Okay, and so what if she had chores she was suppose to do? She could do them later! Or... maybe not do them at all. It didn't matter! Really! Heck, she doubted Browntail would even notice she was missing.... It was okay!

”Come on, Weaselpaw, keep up!~” Twitching her tail, the tortoiseshell smiled back at her friend, amber eyes glowing mischievously. ”If we hurry and help Brightberry, I bet he'll even come with us to the two-leg place!”

Nodding her head, the apprentice leaped ahead, grinning. ”He's real smart, ya know! I bet he can help us figure out how those two-legs do stuff!”

Turning back around, the she-cat started towards the creek again, eyes lighting up as she spotted a red and white spotted cat. ”Brightberry! Brightberry! Whatcha doing?!” [/ul]

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[atrb=background,http://i654.photobucket.com/albums/uu267/Winterfish_Summerswan/weaselmiddle.png] Starclan, save me.He hadn't even gotten much of a chance to fully wake up yet, and Featherpaw was already hollering in his ear. Though, he was used to it by now. Used to her waking him up at odd hours, dragging him along on adventures that would probably get them killed one day. That was, however, the price of friendship in his case. It was either risk life and limb for someone to talk to or have no-one at all. Sighing, he lifted himself to his paws and followed her out, even as she kept on chattering, Like a bird. How fitting, with her name and all. ”Come on, Weaselpaw, keep up!~” He was keeping up, thank you very much! He couldn't help the fact that she was just longer and leaner and faster than he could ever hope to be. Grumbling and groaning the whole way, Weaselpaw's dull tabby form plodded along behind her. There was no point in saying no; she wouldn't take it for an answer. ”If we hurry and help Brightberry, I bet he'll even come with us to the two-leg place!” Oh, sure. Because that was a brilliant idea. Still, it was all or nothing, and at least he could say he was giving it that. Weaving across Boulderclan territory was more of a workout than it ever was when training, because following Featherpaw was like trying to walk to Starclan and back again. Possible only under miraculous circumstances. Featherpaw..i don't think that's the best idea. Our mentors don't even know we're gone, and I really don't like Twoleg-place. You know that! Oh, why did he even try? She wasn't listening. "He's real smart, ya know! I bet he can help us figure out how those two-legs do stuff!” Sighing, Weaselpaw broke out into a run to keep up with her, fear coursing through his little body every time he lost sight of her tail, waving in front of his nose like a banner. This just wasn't a good idea, he knew it. but, like always, he could never really resist. No matter how hard he tried, her pull was just too strong. He was too weak to say no, and why would he want to? she was the only one, besides her brother, who ever looked his way. Death wish or not, he needed her around. Brightberry, too..but for slightly different reasons. He nodded his greeting towards the other tom, shuffling his paws beside Featherpaw. ------------- WASELPAW'S SPEECH WEASELPAW'S THOUGHTS YOUR SPEECH ----------------- To Featherpaw, Brightberry From Weaselpaw Word Count 403 Muse Great~ Thoughts Goodness, he's kind of angsty..and i...accidental development of a relationship..thinger? Oops. He just writes himself. Music Relient K Pandora Channel