Post by Fawn on Jan 5, 2013 1:14:49 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #DB7367; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ FROSTPAW[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #DB7367; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]She-Cat // LightningClan // Apprentice // Self-Titled Detective[/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Frostpaw-Icon.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] something here [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] something here [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] something here [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] Hunting imaginary things from the safety of the nursery was so much easier compared to the real thing; pouncing upon the shadows of skilled warriors passing, now that was something she was an expert at. Not actually stalking through belly-high snow across the moorlands towards a creature that could fly out of reach should she make a mistake - such was bound to happen, considering her current skill level. Forcing herself not to dwell on how different everything was once you were an actual apprentice, Frostpaw cleared her mind, blue eyes wide and utterly fixed upon every wing-flutter, every hop-step the tiny bird took, and if she could keep an eye on it's heart-beat, she surely would've. Patience. Patience. Patience Frostpaw! Don't rush it! Easier said than done. Even with the voice of reason trying to get her to commit to a funny little virtue called patience, the ability to wait had never been Frostpaw's specialty. Haunches wriggling, she announced her presence by her shadow first, springing forward like a hare through the dense snowfall to descend upon the 'unsuspecting' bird. GOTCHA! Halfway through her mental victory lap, Frostpaw's expression of triumph faltered when the bird slipped right through her outstretched claws, and had one of her paw-pads not clipped it's wing, she would have likely never gotten another chance to try again. Landing awkwardly, Frostpaw didn't hesitate to launch herself back up into the air, this time catching the bird by it's tail-feathers, yanking it down with a squawk from both parties, Frostpaw trying to wrestle her way through flailing wings to bite at the back of it's neck. Finally, panting, Frostpaw was able to sit back into the snow, feathers scattered everywhere, the bird still at her paws. That had been about as messy and as ungraceful as - The she-cat burned, roiled beneath her snow and ginger fur. That had to be about the worst hunting experience ever! And no fault of Sleetshine's - no, this one had been all her, and she'd...been a disappointment. Not just as an apprentice, but to herself in particular; growing up alongside Icepaw and Snowpaw, both of which were not the most excitable of toms, her being the spitfire of the litter, Frostpaw had sworn to herself she was destined for greatness. She was to become a wild, whirling warrior of LightningClan! Better at the toms than fighting and hunting! Prettier than all the she-cats combined, and smart to boot! She was supposed to be a triple threat! So what was she now? Kind of a triple flop, to be...honest. [/style] |
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