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Post by Hellion on Oct 26, 2012 20:02:54 GMT -5
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Her tail had flickered, making a mental checklist of things to be done, the largest one was sending a pair of cats to TreeClan for herbs, since according to Vultureback RainClan were gaking refuge in LightingClan.
The thoughts of Vultureback in the hollow just a night ago, brought a pleasant smile to her face, which she quickly wiped away. She hadn't thought much of the colored tom once she returned him, but now with her thoughts drifting toward him she felt a kind fondness for the tom, a growing friendship she hoped.
Falconleap thought about him a moment longer then pushed hims aside, her task at paw was finding Hailstrike. Unsure of where the warrior was, Falconleap felt it was best to call for the warrior from outside the warrior's den.
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 26, 2012 20:27:31 GMT -5
A call woke her from a pleasant sleep, and eyes snapped open, alarmed. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized that the den was nearly empty, except for a few of the lazier warriors whom she scorned for their lack of effort and contribution to the clan. A single glance told the she-cat all that she need to know, and self-disgust and disappointment flooded her. She had slept in. Having beaten the sun up a few times, the warrior was very conscious of the advantage that early morning hunts had. Prey usually began rising once she had fully woken up, and by that time, they were very easy to catch in their slightly groggy states. And she had missed this opportunity by sleeping in herself. Leaf-bare was coming, and chances like this for extra prey could not be missed.
Swiftly climbing to her paws, tail lashing in irritation, Hailstrike made her way directly to the entrance of the den without further hesitation. She would go and collect Granitepaw, and then the two of them could go on a hunting patrol. Perhaps Eagletalon and Adderpaw would join them, if they were avaliable. After that was over, she would go off on her own and continue to hunt until the sun set, perhaps a little longer into the night to make up for lost time. You mousebrain! This never should have happened. And it would never happen again.
Marching out of the den, she had to quickly sidestep to avoid colliding with Falconleap, who had been standing in the entrance. Forcing her narrowed eyes and annoyed expression into something more polite, Hailstrike turned and addressed the deputy, "Sorry, Falconleap, I almost didn't see you there." As icy blue eyes focused on the other she-cat, she realized that the deputy had the expression of a feline wanting to say something. Had it been her call that had roused Hailstrike? "Did you want me for something?" The warrior added on as an afterthought.
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Post by Hellion on Oct 26, 2012 20:43:01 GMT -5
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"I want you and Granitepaw to go to TreeClan and ask for some herbs, whatever Spottedfeather can spare. However I do not want you to say anything about Crowfang missing, simply say he is ill" Falconleap said, speaking that last few words with conviction her eyes trying to prove her point, it wasn't wise to have every cat knowing that they didn't have a medicine cat, Falconleap had been foolish enough to let Vultureback know, but for some reason she ddin't fear the tom, or suspect him of using it against her. "I expect you to find Granitepaw and leave right away, you may hunt on the way to TreeClan" Falconleap gave her final orders and flicked her tail in order to dismiss herself from Hailstrike.
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 27, 2012 9:09:47 GMT -5
At the confirmation of her suspicion, Hailstrike nodded briskly, waiting to hear her marching orders. Only for a moment did she wonder why it was TreeClan they were being sent to, instead of one of their neighbors, and once she realized why, she blamed her sleeping in for her slow mind. TreeClan lived in a forest; they had the most avaliable herbs and the most variety, which translated into the most herbs to spare. RainClan's land was, for the most part, under water, and they were not on very good terms with LightningClan. As Falconleap continued, she made a mental note to remind Granitepaw - whom she would have brought along anyway, since the morning had already been wasted - to not say anything about the medicine cat's strange absense. Though she thought that he had enough sense to know how much to share with a different clan, it never hurt to remind him. Dipping her head, Hailstrike responded, "Of course, Falconleap," as the other she-cat began to walk away.
Glancing at the sun once more and shaking her head at its height, the warrior made her way to the apprentice's den, counting backwards in her head. It wasn't the third day, was it? No, that was tomorrow. Chances were that he would be in the den, then, taking advantage of her sleeping in to allow himself to catch up on some sleep. Upon reaching the apprentice's den, she called in, "Granitepaw." Sitting off to the side of the entrance, Hailstrike began to wait, wondering idly who would know how to use the herbs once she and her apprentice had retrieved them.
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Post by Fawn on Oct 27, 2012 22:22:02 GMT -5
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It had taken a few good runs before the morning dew had finally rolled off his back and his pelt had dried out completely. The soon-to-be-warrior was not in his den, actually. In fact, he'd been out jogging around territory, doing a little bit of hunting while sticking close to camp in case his mentor called out or anyone had need of him for a patrol or something. To be completely honest, Granitepaw had no clue Hailstrike had been catching up on her beauty sleep, he always, unfailingly assumed the she-cat was off conquering all the little rodents and smaller avian creatures on StoneClan's territory single-pawed. She was kind of like a very cool young aunt: much more enjoyable to hang out with than his parents, though she was a little lacking on the fun side of things. Still, in Granitepaw's eyes, she could do just about anything she set her mind to - Hailstrike was just that kind of self-motivated StoneClan cat.
The time they'd spent together, training and being trained, had certainly created quite a bond between student and mentor - even when Granitepaw had been timid about opening up and getting used to another mentor. He was still his quiet, mature self, but there was a light in his eyes that had been entirely void before, as if until recently, it had rained too much inside of him and the wood just wouldn't catch fire. Now it was a happy healthy flame within his gray and tan chest, the apprentice filling out as well as the moons had started rolling by. Though the training on his leg was still studiously done every third day, already he was showing signs of massive improvement, solid, hard-earned muscle replacing the stringy muscles he'd had from his 2 1/2 moons spent sulking and feeling sorry for himself. He was taller, too, with less kitten like features, his body filling out into that of a genuine tom's.
Spotting his mentor calling him, Granitepaw dropped the small finch and the mouse he'd caught onto the fresh kill pile, bounding over to her with a curiosity-sparked stare. "Hello," he started, dipping his head in greeting, his eyes widening and ears straightening as a surprising smell hit him. She carried with her the scent of the moss within the warrior's den, Granitepaw knew what it smelled like since he'd changed the bedding there a few times, and to have Hailstrike still smell like that so late in the day could only mean... "Did you sleep in?" blurted the apprentice, his whiskers twitching with slightly suppressed amusement. Ha! Hailstrike actually got up after dawn. It must've been a miracle from StarClan!
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 27, 2012 22:59:16 GMT -5
The sound of approaching pawsteps behind her caught Hailstrike's attention, and the warrior turned to see Granitepaw running toward her in leaps and bounds. It was a sight to see, she mused, feeling slightly nostalgic. A few moons ago, any sign of open emotion like this from the once sullen apprentice would have been a miracle. His leg would not have appreciated all the leaping either, but now it, and the rest, had developed the muscle that every fit warrior had. He had grown as well, his legs catching up with the length of his body, making him look less out of proportion. The young tom was nearing her height, and she rarely looked down on him - in a physical sense- like she had at the beginning. However, he still had a little ways to go before all the young she-cats would flock to him.
But his growth did not rest solely on his appearance, something which never ceased to amaze her. A feline had to work hard to find the grave, almost broken, apprentice whom she had been told to fix and train. While his quiet, mature outlook had remained - something that she would forever thank StarClan for - he had become a little more trusting, a little more confident during the time they spent together. Instead of the sulking tom, Granitepaw now had an air of healthy liveliness to him, something more befitting of his age. He no longer had the look of a battle-scarred elder who had seen too much; he had retained the wisdom, but regained an appreciate for life. Yes, Hailstrike was very pleased with the progress and had long since come to terms with the fact that she looked forward to their daily training sessions. Somehow, Granitepaw had quietly managed to worm his way into her heart, and he would not let go. That made him a weakness of her's, but the warrior found that she had little care for this particular fault.
After his simple greeting, she opened her mouth to explain their task, but Granitepaw cut across her again, blurting his question and sounding completely astonished. Hailstrike huffed, though she could not find it within herself to feel too irritated at his question. But was it really that obvious? Her tail flicked good-naturedly, and she shot back somewhat challengingly, "So what if I did? I seem to remember a certain apprentice of mine sleeping in very late, particularly at the start of his training." She gave him a pointed look, the corners of her lips curling upward ever so slightly. After aiming a light bat at the side of his head upon noticing his twitching whiskers and badly hidden amusement, the warrior became more serious, her playful mood subsiding some. "But neither my sleeping habits nor yours are what I wished to discuss with you," She meowed, all business. "Rather, Falconleap has asked us to go to TreeClan and request some of their herbs, whatever they can spare. We can hunt on the way there, but I would rather this be fast." Hailstrike had always felt rather exposed out at StarClan's Claws, despite the truce that rested over the neutral ground. That area was surrounded by every clan; it set her on guard. "Hunting is always an option once we return home with the herbs." She paused, then added, "Remember to not mention Crowfang's absense; all TreeClan needs to know is that he is ill and, if necessary, that herbs are scarce in our territory."
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Post by Fawn on Oct 27, 2012 23:54:46 GMT -5
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Only because you worked me so hard back then! He smartly kept these words back, his ears pricking forward at the mention of a mission - from Fallingstar herself, no, the StoneClan deputy! That was just as good! It was taking a lot of effort on the apprentice's part not to show how excited he was: the busyness of his tail betrayed him, his eyes following suit with an uncharacteristically bright gleam. This was a big step for him! He could truly prove to his Clanmates that he was a cat worth knowing, a cat worth keeping because he was as loyal to the core as they were. Granitepaw felt as though he'd already proved this to Hailstrike, the next step would be to convince everyone else.
"That sounds good. I won't say anything - should we get going?" His hurried tone was not at all unpleasant or awkward, rather, it conveyed an almost kit-like curiosity, much like a new apprentice about to go to his very first gathering. Granitepaw had never set foot in another Clan's territory before, and he knew such opportunities to do so were rare. The idea that they could walk into another Clan's territory without hostile intentions made the tom feel as though he'd just been supercharged. Curious about their reactions, curious about their campsite, curious curious curious. There was one lesson from Shadeclaw that he actually still used to this day, whether or not he realized it: Never miss an opportunity to learn about others.
Suddenly, the tom chuckled, nudging his mentor in an affection manner with his shoulder, eyes aglitter. "I still can't believe you slept in..." She would probably snort and swat him in the face with her tail for this, but that was to be expected. Productivity was Hailstrike's middle name, and to find her sleeping when she should've been hunting was a rare amusement he was determined to enjoy a few seconds longer.
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 28, 2012 18:43:45 GMT -5
Hailstrike nodded in response to both his agreement and his question. "I think it would be best to do so," She started, leading the way briskly to the exit. "I got the feeling that Falconleap was in a rush to get these herbs. If we're lucky, we'll meet up with a border patrol right when we get there." The tone with which Granitepaw had spoken reminded the she-cat more of an eager kit than anything, and it amused her to see her mature apprentice acting more like an eager apprentice. Perhaps a little too much, if the slight smirk ghosting across her lips was anything to go by. But she refrained from commenting on it, instead striding in a companionable silence, tail flicking behind her. Feeling reminiscent, she allowed her mind to wander a little bit, considering the changes that had occurred in the past few moons. She had received and pieced together her first apprentice; the warrior could not believe how much of a confidence booster that was. Not that she made a habit of bragging or showing off, but she had a lot more confidence in her teaching ability with her strong success with the young tom. Who would soon become a warrior, she mused, and the bittersweet feeling that accompanied the notion should not have surprised her as much as it did. Though the threat of the Dark Forest would not get her to admit it, she would miss her little shadow.
Said shadow nudged her shoulder, attracting her attention, amusement evident in his eyes. Apprehension began to pool in her gut. When any apprentice got that look in their eyes, it never meant anything good. "I still can't believe you slept in..." And she was right. Aiming a swat at him with her tail, she simultaneously nudged him back with a little more force. "You are an impertinent little brat," She growled in mock anger. "I think that you are way too amused by this." But her own eyes were alight with slight amusement. She had buried her irritation deep down, soothing it with promises of staying out late. "I still can't believe that you defeated that fox using your head." Eyes flicked over to him, giving the young tom a disbelieving look. That day - and the heart stopping fear that had come with it - was still vivid in her mind, and she could remember that event as if it had happened yesterday. Of course, it had not been nearly as funny when it had happened, but time had allowed her to look back and find amusement in the situation. "At least you haven't carried on with that," She teased lightly. "Fallingstar might've had to name you Granitehead if that was the case."
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Post by Fawn on Oct 29, 2012 16:07:09 GMT -5
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And you're a stubborn old badger, working poor little ol' me to the bone! He held this retort behind glittering yellow-green eyes, chuckles turning to a strangled noise of embarrassment at the nickname he'd apparently earned for himself. Granitehead.
Granitepaw couldn't help it, eying her as though a child needing confirmation that monsters under the bed weren't real, the apprentice's whiskers twitched in half amusement and half worry. "Fallingstar won't really give me Granitehead as a warrior name, will she?" Hailstrike may have laughed at his nonsensical question, but he'd still felt a tingle of apprehension at the possibility. Of all the names she could give him, Graniteblaze or Granitepelt or maybe Granitestrike, after a certain someone he was fond of, Granitehead sounded the least impressive.
Somewhere amongst his fretful musings, the weight of reality had set in for the young gray and tan tom. "I'm going to be a warrior," he chirped with sudden amazement, his eyes rounded as though he were staring at something impossibly near and yet so unbearably far. Had time really passed so quickly? It felt like only a moon ago he'd stood, bright and hopeful before Fallingstar, eagerly awaiting the announcement of his mentor while his father looked on weary and distant as always.
No, that wasn't quite right. His apprenticeship hadn't truly started until that one fine day where a she-cat with ice blue eyes and all the authority of a warlord had spoken just one word to him. UP. She had said it so simply, and whether she was talking to him as he'd laid there in the apprentices' den or to the spirit Shadeclaw had left in broken tatters upon the floor, Granitepaw was forever grateful to that one little word. She hadn't started with an awkward introduction that left them staring off around each other, worrying what the other cat thought of them. She had taken charge from the start, and Granitepaw had been so thankful for the stability in his otherwise unanchored life. "Time's really flown by," mewed the young tom slowly, unable to shake this feeling of nostalgia.
Just a little longer, just a little longer and he would become a warrior of StoneClan!
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 29, 2012 22:43:19 GMT -5
Smug satisfaction flickered through her as her apprentice's overly amused chuckles turned to an odd noise of surprise. Hailstrike remained outwardly unphased as he turned to her with his question, sounding for all the world like an insecure kit needing reassurance that there were no monsters lurking in the shadows of the nursery. It took some effort, but she managed to keep her face straight when she turned to look at him. His expression was priceless. "I wouldn't worry about your warrior name," She reassured him, deadpanned. "I've already suggested that to her, but ultimately, it's her decision. But I do think she took a liking to that one in particular." With that, the warrior faced forward once more, though she kept an eye on her apprentice, wanting to watch his reaction to her complete lie.
His sudden words made her ears flick, and she glanced at him again, a smile touching the corners of her mouth. It seemed as though they both were feeling reminiscent. "Yes, you are," She confirmed, pleased that her voice showed nothing but a silent strength and subtle pride. He had grown into a mature, well-rounded tom with all the workings of an valuable warrior, and his almost complete recovery alone had surpassed whatever expectations she may have set beforehand. Thinking back to her first sight of him, listlessly finishing off his bird, she realized just how far he had come in the past few moons. It was a full 180 degree change, and the idea that it had happened in a matter of moons amazed the warrior. As if following her train of thought, Granitepaw made a slow comment, and she thought that she detected a hint of wonder in his voice. Time has certainly flown by, slipping through my paws like water, and just as fast. I have no idea where it has all gone.
Briskly, she tried to whip her mind back into shape. While revisiting old memories was enjoyable, they did have a task to complete which involved interacting with another clan. Hailstrike did not want to have the heavy weight of nostalgia resting on her shoulders when she met up with TreeClan; she wanted to present nothing but a strong front to the other clan. It was no good letting the enemy - even a potential one - see any more weakness than StoneClan was forced to show by asking for herbs. The distinctive points that formed StarClan's Claws became visible, and the she-cat made the subtle shift from companionable mentor to a stony warrior. She did not have to talk, for it showed in her stride, which had become more purposeful. Her eyes became more icy and hard as they neared the Gathering area, paws stepping lightly across the stones. The sound of voices reached her ears, and though Hailstrike barely faltered in her stride, she tensed. They were not alone.
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Post by Fawn on Oct 29, 2012 23:13:59 GMT -5
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The gray and tan warrior-to-be stuttered in surprise at the deadpan delivery of Hailstrike - who pretty much never lied - the she-cat having apparently suggested it to Fallingstar herself! She's joking, she's gotta be. She wouldn't let Fallingstar name me Granitehead...no way. Nah......right? Quickening his steps to keep pace with the icy-eyed warrior, Granitepaw's ears pricked forward as he recognized the none too subtle shift from traveling buddy to battle-hardened warrior she-cat. Right. Their mission. Swallowing any further conversation, Granitepaw trotted along next to her at a steady pace, his yellow-green eyes shifting to even the slightest bit of movement, the shadows of StarClan's Claws stretched long by the afternoon sun.
I'll let Hailstrike do all the talking. I'm here to observe, after all. At least he thought he was. If he knew Hailstrike as much as he thought he did, the gray apprentice was confident that his mentor would want to handle things herself, and not have to deal with any novice input from him. That was fine. He had no idea how to phrase it in a way that wouldn't make StoneClan seem weak, but still keep the seriousness of their mission - that was for her to figure out.
He too heard voices, and his body stiffened, posture shifting into that of obvious weariness, the apprentice deciding it best not to lope along like an empty-headed cat. They had a purpose to fulfill.
Lionstar:
The voices belonged to Longstripe, Lionstar and Littlepaw, the two older toms exchanging pleasant stories of their apprenticehood while offering advice to their she-cat companion as well. The patrol was more or less a good excuse for Lionstar to get some fresh air, the warrior finding himself worrying and stressed out more often than not, and he was determined to break the cycle. Though the fates had been kind to them, besides the incident with Noblepaw and Duskpaw, TreeClan had not nearly suffered as much from the rains as NightClan and RainClan had. Several parts of the forest now resembling swampland instead. Even still, Lionstar couldn't help but be subsconsciously prepared for disaster to strike at any moment.
"Wasn't it your sister who got the end of her tail bitten by a skunk?" chuckled the TreeClan leader, sharing the mirth in Longstripe's eyes or a few seconds. The handsome ginger tabby nodded, a few paces behind the golden Clan leader, a purr rising out of his throat at the thought. "Oh yes. She was so concerned her tail was going to fall off she practically carried it wherever she went!"
Any laughter was cut short when they reached the TreeClan border, the cats on the edge of StarClan's claws, Lionstar's amber gaze drawn to two white and gray shapes crossing towards them from StoneClan's territory. Longstripe's whiskers twitched in surprise. "Is it just me, or are they headed right this way?" The leader stepped back so they wouldn't see him, curious as to their intentions. Lionstar gave a flick of his tail to Longstripe and Littlepaw, Longstripe making the effort to let himself be seen, the warrior waiting until they got closer to decide whether to address them or not.
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 30, 2012 9:13:20 GMT -5
HailstrikeGranitepaw went through the same transformation too, she noted with satisfaction. Not that she had expected any less, but it was important to be able to differentiate between dealing with clan mates and dealing with cats from other clans. She knew some felines who still could not make separate the two and relief flickered through her when she realized that her own apprentice would not be joining their ranks. Tail tip twitching, she listened as the voices continued, following the sound with her gaze. It sounded as though they came from TreeClan. If they had met one of the patrols, it would be very convenient. Rounding one of the Claws, Hailstrike saw that her idea was correct. Making sure none of her ignorance showed, she tried to pluck their names from the air as she approached the pair. She barely knew some of the more obscure members of her own clan; how was she supposed to know a warrior and an apprentice from a rival one? Something was off. Wasn't there a third voice?
TreeClan's warrior did not look particularly unwelcoming as her icy blue gaze locked with his amber one. Nearing the pair, Hailstrike subtly scented the air and detected enough of a third scent to be prepared should a third cat show his or herself. With a nod to them, she greeted politely, "Hello..." Frantically she searched for a name. It was right on the tip of her tongue! "Longstripe." The pause had not been noticeably long, had it? Hailstrike did not even try to name the apprentice, so she made do with a silent dip of her head. Gesturing with her tail to Granitepaw, she got straight to the point. "We came to see Spottedfeather." LittlepawAdmittedly, she was a little more than slightly intimidated at the thought of going on patrol with her leader and one of the better warriors in TreeClan. Even nearing 9 moons, after 3 moons of training and hard work and close interaction with the pair due to Lionstar's series of challenges, the prospect of patrolling with the two toms still made the small, insecure apprentice inside her quake. She had improved from the new apprentice she had once been; Littlepaw made the effort to talk to the others, even if she still hated being the center of attention. And catching the most prey in the first challenge had thrust her into the spotlight, doing exactly what she wanted to avoid.
Ahead of her, Lionstar and Longstripe were busy recalling past experiences, and a smile broke out on her lips at the thought of someone going around carrying their tail wherever they went. She must have had a hard time getting around, She mused idly, tail tip twitching as she walked in silence behind the two toms. And then, suddenly, they stopped, and the apprentice, who had been caught up imagining that feline, almost collided with Longstripe. Muttering an apology, she quickly backed up and cast her gaze in the same direction as the two of them. Two figures were approaching from - That's StoneClan territory! - StoneClan. "It looks like they're heading toward us," Littlepaw found herself agreeing with the warrior, a small part of her mind taking note of Lionstar's disappearing act.
As the two drew closer, she realized that these two were probably mentor and apprentice, for the smaller figure, though he was nearing the warrior's height, still had the look of an older apprentice. It was the same look Noblepaw had, and Duskpaw and Dawnpaw were developing. The thick-furred she-cat was very business-like when she addressed Longstripe, hesitating ever so slightly over the name. She did not even try to name her, Littlepaw noted with some amusement. That did not bother her; she would not be able to name the warrior or her apprentice even if she tried. But it was curious that they were here to see Spottedfeather. What was wrong with their own medicine cat? Crowfang, right?
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Post by Fawn on Nov 2, 2012 4:14:28 GMT -5
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Lionstar:
Longstripe gazed into Hailstrike's icy blue eyes, glancing from her to the gray apprentice at her side, Granitepaw doing his best to meet Longstripe's questioning gaze evenly. Not wanting to make this decision himself, the orange tom's ears folded back, but he was rescued from answering by the magnificent golden tom stepping out of the shadowy bushes to make his presence known. Lionstar's gaze swept from Granitepaw - who leaned back slightly, taken by surprise - to Hailstrike, his knowledge of the stern and notably chivalrous she-cat keeping him from raising his guard too terrifically high. "Noted." mewed the golden tom, a chilly breeze blowing against the thick golden ruff that was his mane. "Has something happened to Crowfang?"
There was absolutely nothing to suggest his vanishing act had been in any way, shape or form, cowardice. Rather, it was his own particular way of making sure the true intentions of the two StoneClanners was placed out into the open. If it was somehow shady in nature, his presence might've deterred them from going through with their border-meeting, and if it was everything they projected it to be, then surely they would not grow apprehensive and anxious in front of him. Seeing as how the only one who looked mildly standoffish and a little out of his element was the gray apprentice beside Hailstrike, Lionstar felt as though his assessment skills were as sharp as always.
Waiting for any explanation on Crowfang, whether they got one or not - though he would like something to go on, rather than just let two StoneClanners waltz right into TreeClan's camp - ah, but who says they had to waltz right into TreeClan's camp? Rather than bring them to Spottedfeather, he would prefer to bring Spottedfeather to them. Neither one appeared to be bleeding, and thus, as far as he could tell, they weren't in any hurry. Turning to address Longstripe, he drew Littlepaw in with a casual flick of his tail. "Longstripe, go back and get Spottedfeather - it's not an emergency, but I would appreciate it if she would come quickly - Littlepaw," he addressed the smaller she-cat, his whiskers brushing her ear as he quietly murmured instructions. "Keep an eye on the apprentice."
Lionstar had heard of the fiasco involving Shadeclaw, the apprentice Granitepaw and the rest of StoneClan. Having not known Granitepaw personally, he had no way of saying whether or not Granitepaw had been in on the betrayal from the start. To be frank, he didn't trust him.
Granitepaw:
He's a lot bigger than I imagined.
So this was the TreeClan deputy? No...wait... Hadn't Eagletalon mentioned something about Distantstar dying and Lionstep rising up to take his place? That would make him Lionstar then, but Granitepaw had no way of confirming this. Admiring the steely mask his mentor had placed over her emotions, he tried his best to mimic this, but the amber stare of the high-ranking golden tom in front of him made Granitepaw feel rather anxious. Why does he keep staring at me? Does he recognize me? Granitepaw briefly remembered seeing the TreeClan deputy at the last gathering, but he had never met the tom personally.
Suddenly, it occurred to Granitepaw exactly WHY Lionstar was studying him so closely. He's caught wind of the Shadeclaw fiasco. Rather than steal a nervous glance at Hailstrike like he would've done in the past, his fur prickling with fear, Granitepaw instead inhaled deeply, let it out slowly, and straightened, mimicking the proper posture of his mentor. I have nothing to hide, he thought with considerable conviction. Shadeclaw did a terrible thing, but I'm not going to sit here and be judged for his crimes. Though he wouldn't openly voice these thoughts, let alone challenge the TreeClan leader, the strong glint of his hazel eyes was not the same vacant stare they'd been just a few moments ago. Glancing from Lionstar to Littlepaw and to the retreating form of Longstripe, his gaze narrowed, contemplating the idea that Lionstar was actually sending for reinforcements.
But he had no reason to do so. Not when three on two was already in their favor. He must be getting Spottedfeather. Assuming Hailstrike had already figured this out, Granitepaw kept quiet, instead looking to Littlepaw with a quiet curiosity. She was definitely an apprentice, judging by her size. She was awfully small... Was she new?
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Post by Phoenix on Nov 5, 2012 0:42:29 GMT -5
Hailstrike Longstripe - now that she had remembered the TreeClan warrior's name, she was not inclined to forget it for the duration of the encounter - flattened his ears and gave her a searching look before running his gaze over the younger tom at her side. She refused to give into her impulse and glance at Granitepaw to see how he handled the scrutiny; it would only undermine whatever strength she expected that he was projecting. Expectantly, she waited for the other warrior to respond to her frank request, but the appearance of another feline rescued him; the she-cat was pleased when she gave no outward appearance of the slight shock that she felt. Hailstrike did not have to search hard and long to find the name of the new tom: Lionstar.
The light colored warrior dipped her proud head slightly to the leader. "Lionstar," She greeted politely, "I offer my condolences for Distantstar, but I feel as though TreeClan has gained a more than capable leader after his passing." Her words were spoken just as casually as though the subject matter was as trivial as the weather; the she-cat's intention was not to suck up to the golden tom, for she considered herself too noble to stoop to such means so quickly in the game. However, every word she spoke was genuine. Even if he was from a different clan, Hailstrike recognized and acknowledged a valuable clan member when she saw one. "StoneClan has never been known for our ability to grow herbs, and we find ourselves short of these valuable possessions," She answered Lionstar's question, deciding to uncover the reason for their request. After all, he would no doubt be there when they asked the medicine cat. Continuing on to lie smoothly, the warrior meowed, "Crowfang, himself, is feeling slightly under the weather and is unable to request herbs from Spottedfeather; he sent us in his place."
Calmly, she met the leader's gaze. Even if the information about their medicine cat was false, their need for herbs remained the same. That was the important part, not the inability of their medicine cat to gather them. Therefore something akin to relief flooded her when keen ears caught his brief order to Longstripe. This was a good compromise; Hailstrike had had no desire beyond normal curiousity to explore TreeClan's territory and risk the ire of the clan. With the medicine cat coming to the border, it would keep things equal between them, apart from the giving of herbs. Blue eyes watched as Lionstar muttered something to the small apprentice who stood slightly farther back from the border; she was a tiny thing, and it was very easy to look past the confidence she was trying to project to see the nervous apprentice.
Littlepaw Swallowing, she nodded to Lionstar. "I will," The apprentice murmured back, equally quiet. Almost immediately, her eyes found the smaller figure on the other side of the border, studying him with curiousity. She could see traces of the older she-cat's stance in his own, though he did not look nearly as formidable as the StoneClan warrior. However, he had a glint of something in his eyes that she lacked. What was it? Defiance, perhaps? What did he have to prove? Littlepaw glanced at Lionstar, only to see him watching the apprentice in turn, and she wondered what her leader saw in the younger tom. And then said apprentice turned to look at her, and their gazes locked. She met his steadily, forcing herself not to glance away under the scrutiny that had suddenly fallen upon her. Ears began to heat up and she hoped that the only outward sign of her agitation was her tail twitching by her paws, an action that she could not have stopped even if she had tried. Suddenly she became aware of how very small she felt - and probably looked - standing beside TreeClan's large, intimidating leader. It did nothing to help her embarrassment.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 8, 2012 1:37:59 GMT -5
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OOC: Wanna skip them talking to Spottedfeather? We can skip to them returning with the herbs, then they'll bump into Shadeclaw & Ratfur at the border? Probably Blackwolf too.
Lionstar:
Accepting the blue-eyed she-cat's compliment gracefully, though news of an ill Medicine Cat was not what he'd been expecting to hear. "I see. Hopefully it's not contagious." He glanced back to where Longstripe had disappeared, his confidence as steady as ever that the striped ginger warrior would return with the she-cat in question. "Spottedfeather will bring any herbs she can spare and meet us here," mewed Lionstar, his gaze shifting to Littlepaw, who was, much to his pleasure, doing exactly as she'd been instructed. Now he drew his attention back to Granitepaw, the gray-furred tom looking to be almost a warrior's age, though Lionstar couldn't be certain. His ears came forward, his tail wrapped around his paws as he sat. "I don't recall seeing you at the last gathering."
After being addressed by the TreeClan leader, Granitepaw held his head up proudly, dipping his chin respectfully. "Granitepaw - Hailstrike's apprentice. I wasn't at the last gathering." He mewed evenly, tone neither friendly nor unfriendly, juts respectfully neutral, his eyes frequently darting to the little she-cat who was watching him so closely. The gray warrior-to-be glanced back up at the golden warrior when Lionstar made a small 'hmmmm' noise. "I see. How old are you, Granitepaw?" mewed the TreeClan leader, the golden-ticked tom's attempt at an easy conversation until the Medicine Cat arrived with herbs.
Granitepaw was able to answer with pride. "12 Moons, Lionstar." The next time you see me at a gathering, I won't be an empty-headed little apprentice anymore! I'm going to be a fully fledged warrior, and some day I'll have an apprentice of my own. Filled with determination and self-pride, the gray warrior-to-be had to keep from purring, the pleasant noise quickly stifled into an awkward throat-clearing.
Lionstar's whiskers twitched with humor. Oh how he remembered those days!
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