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Post by Insidious on Oct 28, 2012 0:53:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]On the lowest hanging branch was a silent shadow, thickly enclosed in the various tangles of prickled leaves that stuck out from each corner of the bark's base. Hiding? Not necessarily. Simply a pair of light gray eyes peering through the ethereal green concealment in search of a passing figure. It was none other than Hiddenheart's apprentice: Darkpaw. All was still and quiet except for the light, airy noise of the young tom's breaths, his thinly furred tail hanging loosely off the branch's corner to dangle in the passing breezes that managed to squeeze through the coverage the tree provided for the Nightclan apprentice. Darkpaw rested his head contently upon tucked fores, claws extended to establish a grip in the rugged surface of bark. All was so peaceful, enough so the ebony tom was tempted to give in to slumber. Momentarily, he did find his eyelids forcing shut to bathe in the calm serenity. The Branch Trail was glorious in the tom's eyes. Nightclan wasn't always considered the happiest nor liveliest of territories, but for Darkpaw, he adored the gloomy components of his beloved clan land; the place he called home, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Sighing faintly, Darkpaw reluctantly forced his eyelids apart once again. This wasn't the time for sleep, not when he was waiting for a certain she-cat to stroll on by. Darkpaw wasn't stalking her whereabouts or anything, he simply had a good feeling. It was difficult enough getting privacy in the center of camp, especially with two different training schedules between fellow apprentices. Glancing left and right, Darkpaw returned his attention downward in hopes of capturing a glimpse of fur that stood out amongst the other colours. The pure black tom was growing anxious, his light gray eyes nearly unblinking as he focused upon a precise spot on the ground. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style] |
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Post by Fawn on Oct 28, 2012 1:32:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] Her paws did not drum against the flattened grass. Her breaths did not come out in chilly clouds before her. In fact, she was barely making a sound as she pursued a small brown-furred body pelting through the undergrowth and onto the deer path. Springing like a mountain lion, the marble-pelted she-cat descended upon the unfortunate mouse with a hiss of triumph, delivering the quick finish and lifting her head up proudly, Frogpaw couldn't help but inwardly praise her own abilities. Mouse-hunting had never been her specialty, the territory combined with her tendency to distribute her weight unevenly made it especially difficult for her to creep up on the hyperaware little creatures. She was actually better suited to frog or toad-catching, but the she-cat would rather eat bark than admit to that. Oh the irony wouldn't vanish overnight, that was for sure! For a few precious seconds, Frogpaw was unaware that there were gray eyes upon her, unaware that her Clanmate sat a few foxlengths away amidst the secure branches of a pine tree. It was when she set the little brown body down that Darkpaw's scent at last reached her prey-flooded nostrils, Frogpaw whipping around with a keen gleam to her amber eyes. "I know you're there!" she called, her voice full of humor. "Sneaking up on a friend might not work out so well for you - Boneshadow's been teaching me a few moves, on specifically how to deal with 'surprise attacks'." The threat was there, and obviously not so subtle, but Frogpaw meant no true harm in her words - it was her usual tone of mock-seriousness, after all. Found you.Pretending as though she hadn't scented him there in that tree a few foxlengths away, Frogpaw paused to scratch her flank, tail limp as though in relaxation, though her ears continued flicking and rotating as though in effort to catch any sort of noise that gave him away. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Insidious on Oct 28, 2012 1:58:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Darkpaw was beginning to grow exhausted from what seemed to be a period of never-ending wait. A larger sigh of displeasure caused the black tom's shoulders to rise and fall, his desires to return to Nightclan camp arising a moment too soon. Stifling quickly, the apprentice's light gray eyes focused upon the marble-pelted she-cat he had been hoping to come across. A smile lightly danced across his mouth, ears pulling forward to complete a look of obvious amusement as the young tom observed Frogpaw pursuing a small rodent. Her spring was precise, overall resulting in a successful hunt. A glint briefly widened his narrowed expression, his smile increasing a fraction, if that, to tug the corner of his ebony lips upward.
Darn, she caught his scent. As Frogpaw's voice echoed throughout the Branch Trail, Darkpaw remained silent; listening attentively. It seemed apparent she knew of his hiding spot, but did she know where in the tree he was? Darkpaw tilted his head to the side ever-so-slightly, slowly lifting his buckled limbs into a fully standing position. Successfully doing so without any rattling disturbances from the numerous tree leaves, Darkpaw began maneuvering to the branch's edge with light, airy steps. Darkpaw was about as elegant as it gets; even the thinnest of branches proved little a challenge for the ghostly tom.
Reaching his desired position, the leaves coverage was now mild, but enough so the blackness of his fur mingled with the green leaves to blend casually. Another moment passed simply staring at Frogpaw whom was now licking her flank, but with rotating ears. She was sneaky, but was Darkpaw sneakier? The apprentice suppressed the need to laugh, crouching closer to the branch to wrap his front limbs around it. Once Darkpaw got into this position, he protruded his neck so that the base of his shoulder blades to the tip of his pointed ears was now fully visible to Frogpaw's view if she ended up glancing in his direction. “Why hello there, love.” He offered formally, a grin glued to his mouth and a twinkle in his captivating gaze of light gray pigmentation. The tom's light pink tongue exited his mouth to smoothly outline his upper jaw before recoiling back into its toothy chamber, blinking thoughtfully from his well thought out position as he waited anxiously for Frogpaw's reply to one of his more charming, proper greetings. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style] |
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Post by Fawn on Oct 28, 2012 2:17:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] The formal, romantic method of conversation that seemed to be Darkpaw's specialty made her grin, showing pearly teeth and twitching whiskers. She couldn't resist responding with a demure, "Oh dahling, I've been ever so distraught without you." Tone full of pseudo-distress, as though not having him in her presence was the worst agony she could endure. Frogpaw flicked her tail invitingly, shifting easily into a sitting position and washing her dappled and golden chest in a few quick licks. "How come you're out here? The peace and quiet?" Mewed Frogpaw, this time in her usual voice. It wouldn't have occurred to her that he was looking for a particular she-cat, let alone that it would be no one other than herself.Though she was very much aware of his playboy nature, the thought just didn't cross her mind that often. She liked Darkpaw for his intelligence and his personality, just not necessarily his wandering eyes and shiny silver tongue upon which he charmed many a she-cat. Keep it up and you'll have every female apprentice mad at you for flirting so much, she'd jokingly warned him, and Darkpaw had, of course, utterly ignored this. Frogpaw herself wasn't actually out here to hunt. She'd been out to stretch her legs more than anything and had, by happenstance, crept up on the mouse she'd caught a few moments ago. Since she intended to hunt now that her success had sparked her confidence, Frogpaw turned her head, amber eyes upon the mouse as she called, "Want a bite?" They might as well eat it if she was just going to go catch more. Tilting her head to the side, she watched him with lively eyes and a gently flicking tail, her marbled pelt glinting in the sunlight with the unusually glittery sheen it was known for. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Insidious on Oct 28, 2012 2:46:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Frogpaw's response on its own summoned a pleasant smirk to Darkpaw's facial features, narrowing his silvery eyes as he spoke. “Have you now? My oh my.” Of course, Darkpaw knew she was kidding around, but he couldn't help but desire to take her seriously on it. Leaping down from the tree branch he peacefully stood upon, the ebony tom impacted the terrain below with a light thud, crouching with the collision as to avoid causing mild pain to his limbs. Before straightening his stance from this newly inhabited crouched position upon the ground, Darkpaw raised his head to meet Frogpaw's bright amber eyes. The peace and quiet? Hardly the case, though, on a completely irrelevant note he did enjoy that much while he impatiently waited for Frogpaw's arrival. “You could say that,” Deciding this would be a good time to fix his posture, he did just that. His thinly furred tail lightly swished behind his skinny figure before Darkpaw's four limbs began rhythmically advancing across the few tail-lengths of space remaining between Frogpaw and himself.
Pausing at the she-cat's side, the black hued apprentice established direct eye contact as best he could. His only true purpose behind being out here was so he could squeeze in some quality time with Frogpaw. Perhaps she figured such a thing? But it was just as likely she viewed this as completely coincidental. The apprentice had to refrain from drawing any closer to Frogpaw because she could very well draw away. Face rejection? I think not. There were numerous thoughts such as this flooding through Darkpaw's mind, but from Frogpaw's perspective he likely mirrored the same casual, calm demeanor as always. Truth be told, he had trouble determining just how Frogpaw viewed him. She was harder to crack from the start. “Now that I think about it, the peace and quiet is truly a remarkable pick for the second place winner.” Darkpaw flashed yet another one of his charismatic grins, his gaze being forced away from Frogpaw and directed toward her captured mouse as she offered him a bite.
“Why, that'd be lovely.” Darkpaw placed his front, right paw upon the mouse to lightly shove it closer to Frogpaw. “She-cat's first pick, of course.” Dipping his head politely, the tom's hind limbs folded into a comfortably seated stance from where his feather-like tail curled around his paws. Darkpaw spared a glance downward as he shuffled his paws in the moist terrain, moments later returning his utmost attention to the pretty she-cat before him. All on her own, Frogpaw was quite a stunning cat in Darkpaw's eyes. It wasn't difficult for a trance, or sorts, to malfunction with his brain with which a forceful blink or two was required to return to reality. Oh, if only she knew. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style] |
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Post by Fawn on Oct 28, 2012 14:58:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] "Second place winner?" mewed the marbled she-cat, fixing him with an inquisitive stare before he drew her attention away with the mouse. She-Cats first? "Well if you insist," she purred as if it were a tough decision that she needed coaxing for, Frogpaw delicately bent her head down to take a bite out of her surprise catch. Politely leaving enough for Darkpaw - she'd eaten before, when Boneshadow had taken her out hunting earlier in the day - Frogpaw's light pink tongue swabbed her mouth free of any mouse fur or remnants of her first bite. "What have you been up to, Darkpaw? Flirting up the she-cats in between training sessions?" This was one of her usual topic-starters, Frogpaw preferring to draw the attention to him rather than herself - at least not right away. Though the she-cat undoubtedly had a million and one things to talk about, her parents had managed to get a few polite mannerisms into her brain before she left the nursery. This way, Darkpaw would have his say before he need fear drowning in a sea of her chattering, cynical or lighthearted humor and the occasional rant about one of their Clan-members - usually Gorsepaw, whose apparent detachment from reality and mouse-brained ideas were a constant source of annoyance for her. Frogpaw was completely ignorant to the feelings of her lifelong, graceful black companion in front of her. It wasn't so much a product of her unobservant nature, because by all means she was rather sharp of mind and sharp of tongue, it was most likely the result of Darkpaw's excellent masking abilities. Not only did he treat her the same as the other she-cats, but he kept his emotions below the surface with a few mysterious vibes rising up in it's place. Though Frogpaw sometimes had a hard time figuring him out, the she-cat was content with what she did know and understand about him. She was glad to have him around, even if he walked through NightClan territory like a black phantom, and flirted like the forest's very own cassanova. He had become such an ordinary, permanent part of Frogpaw's life as an apprentice that losing him would literally be the worst thing that could happen to her. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Insidious on Oct 28, 2012 15:58:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Darkpaw fixated his light gray eyes upon the marble coated she-cat as she repeated part of his former sentence, phrasing it as a question that her amber gaze hinted she didn't quite understand. He wasn't about to explain it, for that'd completely destroy the semblance Darkpaw had worked so hard on building correctly. So, he offered a half-grin in the place of words. Maybe she'd eventually discover that Darkpaw did like her as more than a friendly companion, but it was unlikely; he made it exceptionally difficult to tell the difference between how he is with one cat opposed to another. Darkpaw couldn't have anyone thinking he'd grown soft toward just one cat... could he? The black tom gave his head a quick shake, departing with the thought. Only Frogpaw's presence was able to summon such crazy thoughts to the flirtatious apprentice's mind.
Soon enough, Frogpaw was finished with what she desired to eat from the mouse, the rest now left for Darkpaw. Sparing a glance into the she-cat's amber eyes to assure she was indeed done, the tom mimicked the action of lowering his neck to sink his fangs into the mouse's tender flesh. Being a small rodent, it didn't take too long for a mouse's meat to disappear when shared amongst two felines. In fact, he was nearly finished with what Frogpaw had left him by the time she uttered her next words. Flirting up the she-cats in between training sessions? A smirk forced itself across the ebony apprentice's lips whether or not he wished one to be there. “How you know me so well is forever a mystery, love.” Darkpaw's eyes were rounded with what was oh so innocent as he peered up at Frogpaw, but if anyone knew Darkpaw, that was hardly the case with him.
The mouse was now entirely made up of skin and bone, shoving the rodent carcass aside with his front, right paw. Darkpaw averted his gaze from the leftovers of the mouse, returning his attention to Frogpaw. He took a moment to analyze her expression for anything he could use to determine jealousy. If it were there at all. After all, if he could discover she was jealous, that meant she had to care at least a little. But, discovering it was always the hard part. “It's quite the lifestyle to lead, m'dear.” The young tom's whisker twitched subtly, rising upon all fours' to brush passed Frogpaw, purposely mingling his fur with her own until he was behind the she-cat, from which he swiftly whirled around to be facing her if she too turned her body to follow his movements. “And what is it you have been up to? Any interesting news to share?” Ah, yet another open invitation for Frogpaw to declare her everlasting love. At least, that's how Darkpaw wished the scenario would play out. Normally, by now, Darkpaw had a mild assumption about a she-cat's feelings toward him. But Frogpaw was different, in a sense. She never flirted back without her sense of humour involved, or seemed to take Darkpaw's to heart. Maybe there was someone else she had her eye on? Darkpaw had to stifle those thoughts quickly before they snowballed any further. If someone else had plans of getting involved with Frogpaw, they were setting themselves up for disaster with all the tricky plotting Darkpaw would set up specifically for the cat that intruded upon his mission of getting Frogpaw to fall for him. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style] |
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Post by Fawn on Oct 28, 2012 16:34:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] His silvery, eloquent words had her tail-tip twitch in amusement. The only mystery here is you, my shadowy friend. She respected his privacy, and often didn't pry into his thoughts and feelings unless she felt it was necessary, Frogpaw content with what he was showing her on the surface. After all, she wouldn't want someone try to probe her thoughts and feelings every time she met with them. Feeling him brush against her as he turned, she to lithely twisted from her sitting position to face the jet-black apprentice. His invitation for her to take the floor was like the opening of flood gates. Eyes lightning up, Frogpaw grinned, lips pulling back to show her teeth, her ears fully forward in the picture of alertness. "There's always interesting news to share." Unable to hold her sitting position and scarcely able to hold back her gleeful spilling of Clan happenings, Frogpaw's whiskers twitched with amusement - but her eyes momentarily flashed frustration. "That fool Gorsepaw tried to convince me that lightning was StarClan hissing at each other, and that thunder was the sound of them striking one another." This critical, disgruntled tone was accompanied by a roll of her amber eyes. "I admire his creativity, really, it was funny for a while but after a couple weeks of it just not stopping, he's worn my patience thin. He can share that with the kits, sure, but if he starts babbling like a daydreaming mousebrain he's going to get made fun of." Despite her own dislike for the tom's magical world of make-belief, there was a certain amount of concern laced in her voice over the whole ordeal. She was as loyal as they come, surely, and she would defense Gorsepaw at gatherings when the other apprentices thought him odd, but that didn't mean she was going to enjoy it. "In other news," Frogpaw added with a noticeably more cheerful tone. "Blackwolf caught an owl. It was bigger than the both of us combined, and the feathers on that thing were just everywhere." There was a resonant note of awe in the she-cat's voice over the obsidian warrior's hunting prowess, and it may have borderlined idolization, but she would've fervently denied it should anyone ever accuse her of it. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Insidious on Oct 28, 2012 17:10:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Darkpaw knew from the get-go Frogpaw was quite talented at putting her vocals to good use. From anyone else, Darkpaw would be hanging from a thread while trying to tolerate the non-stop chatter. But as always, it was simply different with the marble furred apprentice before him now speaking about Gorsepaw and his unusual tales of Starclan. The black tom couldn't disagree with her distaste toward the nonsense. Lightning and thunder were merely offspring to the storm. It had nothing to do with Starclan. But then again, how could any cat be certain before their time to join the godly clan in the sky?
Darkpaw remained relatively silent while Frogpaw continued. He wasn't about to interrupt her, in fact, he was more than content sitting back and listening to the pretty she-cat speak with a curious glint in his charming gaze. It was only when she brought up Blackwolf, the large Nightclan warrior, that Darkpaw's interest tuned into a deeper level. There were a lot of traits about Blackwolf that Darkpaw could admire. And up until he listened to Frogpaw speak about the warrior with such awe in her voice... you could say Darkpaw looked up to him. Not anymore.
Darkpaw's light gray eyes grew increasingly skeptical the more detail Frogpaw put into Blackwolf's performance in catching an owl. The ebony apprentice couldn't deny that capturing the massive bird was an impressive hunt, but, it was certainly difficult to be pleased about it with Frogpaw so clearly fascinated. A number of scoffs were silently erupting in Darkpaw's eardrums: Blackwolf's quite the show-off now, isn't he? There's nothing he can do that I can't do just as well. These being minor examples in comparison to a few other thoughts Darkpaw wouldn't dare voice aloud.
Although Darkpaw liked to think he was just as thoroughly talented as Blackwolf, it was quite apparent that was unlikely. After all, Darkpaw was an apprentice while Blackwolf was a warrior. How was he supposed to win over Frogpaw when competing with a warrior? Darkpaw would easily prefer that, if she had to like someone else, it be an apprentice. Darkpaw would have no problem at all showing up a fellow trainee. But showing up Blackwolf... it wasn't that Darkpaw wasn't willing to partake in the challenge. More so, how there was a risk factor present toward how Blackwolf would react to Darkpaw attempting to be better at everything.
Darkpaw was getting lost in his thoughts, quickly snapping out of it upon realizing Frogpaw had finished her speech and he was now free to respond. Which he did, with a tone he did his best to keep mildly pleasant. “Hm. Sounds to me like Blackwolf got lucky this time around.” Anything less than that and Frogpaw would likely end up assuming Darkpaw was angered about something. While anything more than that would rub off like Darkpaw was trying to convince her that Blackwolf wasn't as impressive as she may be thinking he was. Which, in reality, he was trying to do. It was the little, subtle things that could maybe help sway her mind elsewhere. Hopefully, away from Blackwolf. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style] |
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Post by Fawn on Oct 28, 2012 17:25:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] "Hmm, maybe." Replied Frogpaw coolly in response to Darkpaw's commentary about Blackwolf's luck. It was fairly obvious that she didn't really chalk it up to a stroke of fortune for the jet black warrior, Frogpaw already making up her mind that it was due to skill even if she'd tried to be nonchalant about it. Her tail twitched as she mulled over this, her thoughts pulled back to the proud warrior as he dragged in the enormous bird, his shoulders scratched and bleeding, but his eyes glowing as bright as starfire. To the tom's credit, there was something magnetic about his overbearing self confidence and the skill he had to back it up, though he was far from the Clan's Most Distinguished Member, he was still talented and arrogant and eye-catching enough to stir young hearts like Frogpaw into curiosity. She hadn't meant to like him, after all he was cut along the same cloth as her older brother, though not quite as distant, Frogpaw had come to admire a cat who spoke their mind and wasn't afraid of opposition. Though the uh, oddballs he chose to hang around with had her a bit standoffish, the tom by himself wasn't unusual or anyway repulsive enough to send her running. Rather, had she been braver and not so aware of her age, Frogpaw likely would've trotted on up to him to congratulate him on his fantastic catch herself. Instead, she'd sat back as Oakclaw, her brother, nodded to the older warrior as though impressed, Blackwolf's chin lifting and his chest lifting as he stood there, the picture of pride. "Either way he's an arrogant furball," Frogpaw suddenly burst, these words flowing out as a distraction method, Frogpaw trying not-so-subtly to reaffirm her feelings for Blackwolf to be along the lines of dislike, rather than a fangirlish crush. She didn't want Darkpaw to tease her, let alone know about it. She was still trying to deny it to herself, after all. She feigned a bored yawn, wrapping her dappled, dark-tipped tail around her amber-and-brown paws gracefully. "I bet he couldn't do it again if he tried."[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Insidious on Oct 28, 2012 19:24:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Hmm, maybe. Despite Frogpaw's facade of attempting to make it seem as if Darkpaw was perhaps onto something, it was obvious to the ebony tom that her thoughts upon the matter layed elsewhere. He couldn't help but make immediate accusations, as if he was trying to fool himself into thinking there was nothing more here than Frogpaw admiring Blackwolf's skill at hunting an owl. Was there more here?
The obsidian furred apprentice refrained from outright asking Frogpaw if she had feelings for the large warrior. Besides, even if she did, why would she bother telling him? There was a silence cloaking the air like a deep fog, mostly due to Darkpaw's inner jealousy and... who knows what on Frogpaw's part. But, once the marble furred she-cat did speak again, Darkpaw took immediate initiative to snap his ashen gaze upon her. Either way he's an arrogant furball. Darkpaw narrowed his eyes. Under normal circumstances, this would be thrilling to hear! It should've been the very words behind causing Darkpaw's jealousy to disintegrate. But, for some reason, the jealousy still burned inside of the young tom. He knew Frogpaw well enough to know she rarely teetered between utmost awe one moment, only for the next to be negative comments, much like her next words upon how she doubted Blackwolf could do it again. The look on his face likely hinted he was skeptical, but still, his lips stayed sealed. If she was hiding something from him, one way or another, Darkpaw would uncover it.
If only Frogpaw could've stated her negative Blackwolf comments sooner, because, it was far too late to put an end to Darkpaw's inner scheming. In fact, he already had most of his plan thoroughly organized without even shifting his outer emotions. “Where is Blackwolf, anyway?” Darkpaw asked, faking the curiosity currently glistening in his silvery eyes. “I don't know about you, but catching owls seems like a daring challenge. Maybe he'd be willing to teach us a thing or two. I'm sure, if he actually did catch this owl, he's quite knowledgeable on hunting the bigger game. Wouldn't you agree?” Yet another one of Darkpaw's open invitations, but instead of it being open for compliments toward himself, it was open for compliments toward Blackwolf.
Darkpaw's expression was all the most sincere, trying his best to maybe convince Frogpaw that finding Blackwolf was a good idea. But truthfully, wanting to search for Blackwolf was just the beginning of Darkpaw's outrageous scheme. If his hunch was correct, spending the day with both Frogpaw and Blackwolf would only be the beginning of his tricky plot.
(OOC: :3. Darkpaw's gotta plaannn! I might need to create a NC character for it, though. <.<). [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style] |
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Post by Fawn on Oct 28, 2012 21:35:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] Where was Blackwolf?"Why the heck would I know that?" Frogpaw snapped in a mortified, defensive tone, her words coming out an octave too high and a bit too loud. Cringing, the she-cat lashed her tail angrily, trying to save face by turning around and nudging the mouse carcass with a forepaw. Mousebrain!! Mousebrain mousebrain mousebrain!"He's uh," Frogpaw put on a casual tone, shrugging her tawny and brown shoulders lightly, "probably back at camp or out hunting - I don't know where." And I definitely WOULDN'T know. It's not like I stalk the guy or anything. Why would I? Just...stupid... No. Just no.Darkpaw's suggestion on learning a thing or two was actually what had caused the sudden dissonance of her soul - what if they DID meet up with Blackwolf and she made a complete fool out of herself? That would be all fine for Darkpaw, he knew she was capable of hunting and fighting well, but what about Blackwolf? Would he take her for a complete and total failure and berate her like he did some of the others? Frogpaw had a strong fighting spirit, but for reasons she didn't want to admit to herself, she didn't want to fight with Blackwolf. Tease him, maybe, as in her mind that might've seemed like a good idea at the tim e - draw his attention towards her and only her for a few precious seconds, make her memorable in his eyes... "What, are you two on a date or something? You might wanna go cuddle up under a tree somewhere though - Ratfur tells me deer hooves hurt."Frogpaw stiffened, turning around with shocked eyes to see the topic of their conversation approaching with powerful, fluid strides, a crow held by it's feet from the warrior's mouth, enabling him to speak in that arrogant drawl that was undoubtedly one of his trademarks. Frogpaw felt her skin burn beneath her pelt, and she bought time by nonchalantly smoothing down the fur on her chest, licking her paw and then rubbing it over her muzzle as though struck with the sudden urge for cleanliness. "Is Crows' feet a delacy of yours?" purred the she-cat with mocking, humored eyes, even though her heart felt like it was trying burst right out of her limber little body. Blackwolf snorted, one blue eye upon her as he scratched his flank with a back leg. The cynical tom's gaze was full of his own brand of stinging humor, his line of sight locked with the apprentice as he spoke, the double-meaning obvious. "Yeah well, at least it's not frog legs."[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Insidious on Oct 28, 2012 22:02:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]At Frogpaw's snappy remark summoned from Darkpaw asking if she knew of Blackwolf's whereabouts only brought a light smirk to the black tom's face. Normally, you'd expect a tom to go into complete flight-mode upon angering the one they'd much rather be flattering. But, that wasn't the case with Darkpaw. He had his reasons for inquiring an answer to that question from Frogpaw; she was only furthering his forming hunch. Not to mention furthering his need to crumble up that hunch and burn it into a million little pieces. It seemed Frogpaw was quick to catch her mistake, glancing elsewhere as if that'd erase what had just taken place from the time line. And although the she-cat's amber eyes had darted away, Darkpaw's own silvery hued ones remained firmly upon the marble furred apprentice.
Darkpaw decided he'd remained silent for long enough, finally taking it upon himself to part his jaw and rescue the two from an awkward silence. But, Darkpaw's vocals were cut off by the unexpected voice of none other than... Blackwolf? How ironic.
The obsidian warrior's words weren't offensive in the least for Darkpaw, if they were indeed intended to be. After all, Darkpaw wouldn't mind being on a date with the pretty she-cat now glancing up at Blackwolf with clear surprise written across her expression along with a tensing figure. “Thanks for the tip,” Darkpaw offered, his head lifting confidently as he approached Frogpaw's side to be in closer proximity to the large Nightclan warrior. The duo were exchanging some form of humoured insults with one another; Darkpaw simply seating himself contently at the fellow apprentice's side until an opening in the conversation appeared. He spared a glance toward Frogpaw, silently wondering if she was still interested in requesting a hunting lesson from the mighty Blackwolf himself. He couldn't stop himself from a self comment-like scoff directed toward having to spend time with the warrior his fondness toward had recently drained. But, he'd do anything to get a better realization to what he was working with and striving to maybe, just maybe be lucky enough to break.
Darkpaw lightly nudged Frogpaw with his right leg, hoping she'd catch on without him needing to say it aloud with Blackwolf standing right there. If she was too shy to carry out the offer, well, it'd just be more proof that she was hiding something from Darkpaw. And, if it did come to that, the black furred apprentice would simply ask himself. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style] |
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Post by Fawn on Oct 30, 2012 21:36:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] It took a lot of self control not to just sit behind Darkpaw the whole time and let the two converse without her, so sure was Frogpaw that she'd make a fool out of herself. Don't freak out, just act normal - don't make him think you're weird! It was unfortunate, really, but she'd almost forgotten Darkpaw's presence if not for the helpful nudge. "Blackwolf wait a sec!" she mewed to the warrior who apparently had just been passing through. He didn't hault right away, rather one of his ears flicked back in the direction of her calling, his dark head swinging to look at the apprentices from over his shoulder. "What do you want?" Mewed the aloof, if not entirely rude black tom. Frogpaw felt the fur along her shoulder blades bristle, though the lack of emotion in his eyes told her that his words were as empty as an abandond bird's nest. "We heard about you catching the owl," she mewed coolly, catching his attention in an instant. "Darkpaw and I were hoping you'd..." How had he phrased it? Oh yes. "Maybe you'd be willing to teach us a thing or two."Blackwolf snorted again, as though talking to kits about the concept of a ghost or a Clan myth or something equally as pointless. "If owls were that easy to catch I'd bring one home every night - so don't bother. Why don't you two go catch another mouse instead of chasing owls?" The condescending manner with which he addressed them was enough to make Frogpaw's shoulders stiffen and the fur along her spine bristle. She cast fiery eyes upon a tom she found herself undoubtedly attracted to and disliking in equal amounts. "I feel sorry for Clawpaw," Frogpaw blurted, unable to hold back her annoyance at his obvious dismissal of them - as though they were still in the nursery! Blackwolf's eyes narrowed as she continued, spitting out her words with eyes of fire. "She's got such a pig-headed excuse for a warrior as her mento--"In the blink of an eye, the jet black warrior had crossed the three fox lengths between them, shoving his face right close to hers, mismatched eyes staring her down - as though one burned with ire and the other froze with the depth of his pride. "Look," he spat, voice low enough that he wasn't shouting like a lunatic into her face. "In case you haven't noticed, NightClan territory is not known for it's trees. Owls are rare. Remember TreeClan? Now they're most likely to have owls for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if they were skilled enough to catch them. Wanna impress your parents or your tom-friend here, go catch a possum or a duck."Frogpaw blanched beneath her pelt, her feelings and her pride hurt by his snappy - but reason-filled - reply, the she-cat feeling rather foolish and guilty for goading him into it and calling him a poor excuse for a mentor. You adlebrained little... Why did you have to say those things to him?Great. Her conversation with Blackwolf was going down hill even before it had really started. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Insidious on Nov 3, 2012 13:41:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]It would've been foolish to think Blackwolf would simply turn tail and happily oblige himself into teaching both Darkpaw and Frogpaw the difficult concept of catching owls. If anything, Blackwolf's response to Frogpaw asking was what Darkpaw hoped would be enough to cause her fur to prickle with obvious anger. It seemed to do its job suitably, of course, if he'd expected Frogpaw to burst with insults that were more than enough to have the towering black warrior in the marble furred she-cat's face with a response that seemed entirely made of common sense.
Darkpaw's light gray eyes averted from Blackwolf to analyze the clear sense of overwhelm radiating from Frogpaw. The young tom's emotions remained hidden behind his mask of a glassy exterior, but, you could easily say he's wasn't exactly pleased to see Frogpaw shrinking so helplessly right before his eyes; even if it was pretty great that Blackwolf was the cause of it. Darkpaw's attention returned to the infuriated face of Blackwolf, taking a step closer in hopes of snagging the tom's predatory gaze away from Frogpaw so the she-cat could take advantage of the chance to regain her senses. Unlike Frogpaw, Darkpaw wasn't the least bit fazed by an angry face. Darkpaw wasn't mouse-brained... it was more than obvious Blackwolf could inflict some damage Darkpaw wouldn't be able to simply brush off. But, he wasn't scared to talk to the ebony warrior. Even Blackwolf wouldn't go so far as to wound an apprentice, would he?
“Where there's one, I'm sure there's another.” Blackwolf wasn't the type to take kindly to another attempting to force logic down their throat. In fact, Darkpaw wasn't sure his current idea of logic was even accurate. But, there was a window of opportunity right here that Darkpaw was more than inclined to greedily capture. Even if it meant he had to try and dance his way around Blackwolf's mind. “Sure, ducks and possums are great and all –“ There was a brief pause, as if adding emphasis to the way his tone changed upon the word 'great'. “But, if there was one owl in the skies of Nightclan... maybe another would take the same route?”
Darkpaw tilted his head, thin furred tail wrapping around his legs as the tom's hind limbs folded into a seated stance. His confidence was quite high right now, but of course, he wouldn't admit it aloud. The trick-oriented apprentice blinked thoughtfully; maybe he should take it a step further. “It must have been great dragging that large piece of prey into the Nightclan camp where all eyes could stare so indulged in their clear state of awe. I can't imagine the praise that would be upon a second, especially from watching eyes like Ravenstar and Boneshadow intently observing the best of the best.” Darkpaw refrained from smirking, in fact, he didn't allow a trace of any emotion to flicker through his rounded, innocent eyes. “What you have to offer the approaching generation of Nightclan warriors is something I'd be more than honoured to partake in. Clawpaw is incredibly lucky.” Hopefully that'd be enough to calm the raging flames that formed in Blackwolf toward Frogpaw's comment on his mentoring Clawpaw. Who knew if Blackwolf took kindly to compliments? But if he did, surely Darkpaw just buttered him up to the highest of extents, and hopefully right into the paws of an owl-hunting lesson. His left ear twitched subtly, mildly preparing for Blackwolf's overflowing temper to be directed to him now that Frogpaw had received her share of it. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style] |
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