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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2012 15:36:20 GMT -5
Lilypaw watched with amusement as Russetpaw skidded along the ice, laughing gleefully. After his remark about the LightningClan deputy, the pretty calico she-cat couldn't hold in the laughter. Blazehawk, noble deputy, would never do something like this! Her amber eyes glowed a little. He gave her a quick lick on the ears after her comment about StarClan and instantly Lilypaw was filled with warmth. "Don't worry Lilypaw - we're gonna live forever, well, practically forever. We aren't going to StarClan until we're too old to catch fish!" She laughed, turning up her nose, "I'll never be too old to catch fish." she stated, in a boast-like manner, though her amber gaze danced with mischief and playfullness. She had never thought much about being old, though there was one thing that she looked forward to, and that was moaning and telling off all the apprentices and warriors. She smiled at the thought. Shaking yet another snowflake from her paw, she leapt off the ice and onto the the snowy bank of the river. It felt good to back on dry, well, snowy, land. Quivering, mainly with excitement, she glanced over at her russet-coloured companion. " C'mon, I'll race you to StarClan's Claws!" Lilypaw grinned at him, her amber gaze challenging, "You're on," and before he could say another word, she darted ahead, her amber gaze fixed on her destination. Ha! this would be easy, Tricklepaw had always told her sister that she was a fast runner and so far Lilypaw had never been beaten in a race, though how fast was Russetpaw? Her paws drummed against the soft, snowy ground. The covering of snow wasn't very deep here, though ahead she could see that it got a lot thicker. Perhaps if she ran across it fast enough she wouldn't sink into the snowy trap? Bracing herself she emerged onto the well covered snowy ground, she was still running and she was beginning to think that she may have got lucky when- CREAK! Lilypaw stopped and stared down at her paws, now covered in a thin blanketting of snow. What is going on? Suddenly realisation crashed over her. She had run onto the frozen river by accident, that's what the creaking sound had been. Now, just to get back onto dry land, then I can win this- Her thoughts were interrupted by another loud creak and she could feel the ice groaning beneath her. The ice wasn't so thick here, the tortoiseshell apprentice really needed to get a move on or the ice would crack, but her paws felt as they were frozen to the ice. CRACK! The whole world felt as if it was turning under her paws and suddenly Lilypaw was plunged into deep watery blue depths. She tried to yowl for help, but instead she breathed in icy cold water. Ice was closing in above her head, she needed to breathe! Desperately she struggled under the water, Oh StarClan, save me! She managed to find a whole in the ice and took a deep breath, but then was dragged back into the water. "RUSSETPAW!"
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Post by Fawn on Nov 26, 2012 19:10:29 GMT -5
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Tricklepaw hadn't been kidding. Lilypaw was fast, even faster than Russetpaw, who'd always considered him a quick, handsome devil if ever there was one, but Lilypaw was rapidly forcing him to reassess his own skill levels. About to call out to tell her to slow down, the ruddy tom caught sight of his Clanmate running through a snowbank that had spilled over onto the frozen river, and at that moment, he hadn't thought anything of it; it was just ice and snow, nothing to worry about.
Crack!
As though a fire had been lit beneath his paws, Russetpaw raced straight for his friend, yowling in horror as she plunged into the icy river depths and took his heart right with her. "NO! LILYPAW!" This was the moment where an adult was supposed to show up and make everything - Salmonfur, his uncle, Snoweye, his father, Brookrun - Razorfang but no one was here. It was just him out here. It was just him. Unable to comprehend the unbearable burden of being the only help Lilypaw was going to get, save for a StarClan intervention, the ruddy tom was peering into the hole his friend had submerged through, his face awash with panic.
The first time she bobbed up to the surface, Russetpaw had failed to clamp his teeth around her scruff in time, and when she was submerged again, he though this heart my stop with terror. She may have been in the river right now, but he felt like every fiber of his being had been frozen, his brain shutting down as pure action and adrenaline took over. When at last she bobbed up to the surface again, Russetpaw lunged forward, not caring that the ice beneath his paws was already fracturing, and he grabbed at Lilypaw's neck fur. He was going to get her out of this and back to camp even if it killed him.
It had been his idea to go racing. His idea to go play on the frozen stream. He had put her in danger, and he would never live it down if something happened to her. Already their conversation about not wanting to join StarClan was flooding back to him, and his heart clenched painfully in his chest at the possibility of this error costing Lilypaw her life. No. I won't let that happen. She's not going anywhere! You hear me StarClan? So don't you dare get any ideas!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2012 14:32:06 GMT -5
Swim, Lilypaw, SWIM! a tiny voice in the calico apprentice's head screamed, but Lilypaw found that all her muscles refused to obey her commands. The water was so cold, so bitterly cold. Her whole body gasped for breath and just above her head, she could see light. A hole in the ice? Whether it was what she thought it was or not, Lilypaw aimed for it. A tortoiseshell-and-white head bobbed above the surface and she caught a brief view of Russetpaw. This time, as Lilypaw caught a breath, she didn't let herself get dragged back under. Summoning all strength she had left, she managed to stay above the bitterly cold water. She caught a glance of a reed pushing out of the snow-covered river bank. Reaching out a paw, she tried to grab hold of the frosty plant, though she missed by miles. The water threatened to pull her back under, but Lilypaw resisted, though by now she was getting extremely cold. StarClan, save me! she thought desperately, Or Russetpaw at least.
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Post by Fawn on Dec 1, 2012 16:49:03 GMT -5
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With a surge of adrenaline, the ruddy tom grabbed Lilypaw by the scruff of her sopping wet, freezing cold neck, and hoisted her out of the water. It was hard work, considering the wetness of her fur made her that much heavier to lift, but Russetpaw almost didn't notice, his claws digging into the slippery icy surface like needles into a pin cushion. Pulling the calico onto more stable surfaces, Russetpaw's bright green eyes were lamplike with worry, the tom shaking as he gently nudged her shoulder with his nose. "Are you okay? B-Besides freezing, I mean!" He meowed, feeling for all the world as though he'd just taken that icy plunge with her.
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[/color] He said, his voice coming out louder and sterner because of his fear. Russetpaw was terrified of just leaving her out here on the ice to go fetch someone to help, he didn't want her freezing to death or falling back through while he was gone. I'll just have to help her get back to camp no matter what.Licking the water off the top of her head, Russetpaw tried to suppress his rising panic. Stay calm. Lilypaw would need you to stay calm. You got this Russetpaw. Just get her home.[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2012 5:46:33 GMT -5
Lilypaw felt someone grab hold of her scruff and drag her out of the bitterly cold water. She could feel snowy, yet solid, ground beneath her almost numb paws. She looked up to find a pair of green eyes, staring down at her, wide with worry. Russetpaw nudged her shoulder gently with his nose. "Are you okay? B-Besides freezing, I mean!" Lilypaw gave a small smile, shivers of cold rippling through her. Her amber gaze trailed to over to the spot where she'd fallen through the ice; there was a huge hole in the surface of the frozen river and pawprints led to the spot where she'd taken the fall, "I-I-I'm fine, I think," she slowly rose to her paws, her mew shaking a little, "It's c-cold," Lilypaw fluffed up her fur, but of course it made no difference to her cold, bedraggled state. Despite being absolutely freezing, the apprentice decided that they weren't going back to camp, not now at least, "We've come all this way" she began, her heartbeat a little steadier now, "I'm not going back to camp just yet." In the distance she could just make out the silhouette of StarClan's Claws. Was she mad? Yes, a little, but there was no way they had come all this way to go home again. She smiled. Though she was still extremely cold, she could start to feel the warm returning to her. StarClan's Claws wasn't too far now, she could take a quick peek, then they'd go back. Yes, that's a good plan.
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Post by Fawn on Dec 10, 2012 4:23:28 GMT -5
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"I don't think that's a good idea!" Russetpaw blurted out, his eyes full of concern for the calico she-cat. He was still shaken up about the whole incident, and watching her shiver there pathetically, her body so much smaller with her fur plastered to her thin frame, Russetpaw's heart went out to her. "We'll go to StarClan's Claws, but only if you promise never to stop moving. Violetclaw and Blizzardclaw got wet a few days ago and Swanfeather kept them moving so they wouldn't freeze to death." |
[/color] said the ruddy tom, now extremely grateful he'd been so nosy as to go wander over and see what all the fuss was about. Helping her over to more solid ground, Russetpaw immediately began to lick her fur the wrong way, doing this small gesture of concern and kindness for a good solid minute, before he was conscious of this keeping her still. Pressing his flank against hers, despite getting his own fur damp and almost icy, the RainClan apprentice gestured for her to start moving, reiterating this by word of mouth as well. "C'mon, Lilypaw. We should run. If you start to feel sleepy, just let me know, okay? I'll carry you to Swanfeather's den if I have to."There was no questioning the strength of his resolve, and his eyes burned with emerald fire at the thought of having to haul his freezing friend all the way back home. Even if his paws bled and his ears froze off, he would make sure she got back safely. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2012 13:06:48 GMT -5
"I don't think that's a good idea!" Lilypaw smiled at Russetpaw's obvious concern. She was just lucky that she hadn't been in the icy water for longer, and she had Russetpaw to thank for that. Staring down at the clear dark blue water, a shudder ran down the calico she-cat's spine as thoughts of what could've happened ran through her mind. It was pure determination though that caused her to make the decision to keep going. The russet-coloured apprentice started licking her fur the wrong way, and for a moment, Lilypaw was back in the nursery. Not an apprentice, but Lilykit, lying next to the warm body of Tricklekit, her mother gently rasping her tongue over her patched fur to warm her. Shaking the thoughts from her mind and stretching her cold limbs, she started to get moving as Russetpaw suggested. Cold paws were not what she wanted right now. At least he had agreed to let them continue to StarClan's Claws. Lilypaw could see the huge rocks in the distance, not too far if they moved quickly. Excitement rushed through the apprentice's veins, despite her rather wet and bedraggled appearance. We're going to StarClan's Claws! she thought excitedly, And what's more! We're going by ourselves! With luck, the clan wouldn't even notice they were gone.
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Post by Fawn on Dec 13, 2012 20:48:08 GMT -5
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The tenacity Lilypaw was displaying was something Russetpaw could definitely appreciate, considering how much had in himself, but there was an obvious look of worry in the bright emerald eyes of the almost-warrior as he padded slightly ahead of his friend. The concern dogging at his heels made Russetpaw's pace slow, until Lilypaw sought to quicken hers, and the gathering place's tall spire-like rocks came into view.
Despite his conflicted emotions about this trip, Russetpaw couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline at the sight of StarClan's Claws, and he didn't try fighting the burst of speed he put on to race into the center of it. It looked rather ominous and impressive in the snow, the claws capped with the build up of a million flakes or more. Turning around to look for his she-cat friend, he met her gaze with obvious excitement. "See? I told you it was great!"
Bounding over to the great rock he assumed Sandstar would someday soon be standing atop of, Russetpaw climbed it with a hasty scramble of claws over snowy rocks, his chest filling with exhilaration and pride as he stood at the top. "What do you think, Lilypaw? I'd make a great Russetstar, huh?" I will lead my Clan one day, you can count on that. I WILL.
Burning with ambition, Russetpaw almost felt as though he had fire ants crawling all over him, as though he needed to jump out of his skin with anxiousness. He wanted to grow up now and become deputy now, and then become RainClan's wise, fearless, powerful leader...
Oh if only.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2012 10:52:17 GMT -5
Pale green eyes wide with excitement, Lilypaw dashed after Russetpaw and skidded to a halt by the large boulder in the centre of the clearing. She gazed up at the spire-like rocks that surrounded the two apprentice, awe-struck. "Woah." There was something quite eerie about StarClan's Claws and the calico she-cat almost got the feeling that they were being watched. Her un-expected adventure into the icy waters of the frozen river long forgotten, she darted forwards and scrambled up the rock after Russetpaw. "What do you think, Lilypaw? I'd make a great Russetstar, huh?" The tortoiseshell-and-white apprentice laughed, green eyes lit with mischief, "Definitely, though you'd have to make me your deputy." she joked. Her pale green gaze trailed to the clearing below and she tried to imagine it hustling and bustling with the bodies of cats. Lilypaw couldn't wait till her first gathering. Puffing out her fluffy tortoiseshell-and-white chest, she stepped forward, "I am Lilystar, leader of the best clan of all, LilyClan!" she announced, pale green eyes unblinking. She carried herself a little higher, trying to make herself look more 'leader-like'. Deep down though, Lilypaw didn't really have any ambitions to become leader. Her only wish in live was to become a warrior and serve her clan well. And of course to have fun. Shivering a little, she faced Russetpaw again, "I guess we'll have to catch some prey on the way back then," she sighed; the calico apprentice didn't want to go back to camp.
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Post by Fawn on Dec 18, 2012 4:00:00 GMT -5
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The hot air balloon that contained all of Russetpaw's enthusiasm and ambition was abruptly popped by the last words Lilypaw had spoken. Fishing. In this weather, that was a surefire way to get some freezing cold paws, but, Russetpaw realized as he eyed his shivering friend, it was the only possible way they could explain why Lilypaw was nearly a frozen block of feline. Nodding his head sagely, Russetpaw joined the fluffy calico, leaking more frozen droplets of water off her fur. It looked as though even if he'd licked it a hundred times over she still wouldn't dry.
Russetpaw felt a fresh wave of panic and nausea attack his system, and he looked at her nervously. "Let's just go home. We'll say we went fishing and you fell in, okay? I don't want us to get into trouble, but I don't want you to die either." That last line came out a little more passionate than he'd wanted it to, but Russetpaw meant every word. Lilypaw was his friend, his best friend, and he already swore to the heavens above he would make sure she was safe.
Already over and done with StarClan's Claws, the apprentice stretched heartily, before straightening and shaking the snowflakes off of his pelt, whiskers twitching. "Let's go home." He repeated, glancing back to see if she would follow him all the way to RainClan's camp. It was likely that the young tom wouldn't feel better until Lilypaw was safe and sound and warm inside of Swanfeather's den, being looked after until all was completely well. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2012 14:25:49 GMT -5
This time, Lilypaw didn't disagree with what Russetpaw was saying. She was quite happy to get back to camp now and didn't particularly like the idea of fishing at this time, not when the shock of falling in was still fresh in her mind. She realised she was shivering a little, probably from standing still, she decided. Shaking snowflakes from her soggy pelt, she leapt down from the large boulder and landed nimbly on the clearing floor. Well, though she had got a little more than she had bargained for, she had enjoyed the trip, or at least most of it. When she went to her first gathering, she would be well prepared. She smiled to herself and flicked her tail, "C'mon, let's go." The tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat set out at a steady pace, keen to get back soon. The light of the day was already fading and several warriors of StarClan were now visible in the sky.Suddenly realising she hadn't yet thanked the ruddy coloured tom for pulling her out of the icy depths of the river, she meowed, "Thanks for saving me back there," she flicked her damp, feathered tail towards the frozen river. Lilypaw knew, that had the situation been different, she would've done exactly the same. She didn't want to lose her best friend, not now, not ever.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2012 14:26:38 GMT -5
This time, Lilypaw didn't disagree with what Russetpaw was saying. She was quite happy to get back to camp now and didn't particularly like the idea of fishing at this time, not when the shock of falling in was still fresh in her mind. She realised she was shivering a little, probably from standing still, she decided. Shaking snowflakes from her soggy pelt, she leapt down from the large boulder and landed nimbly on the clearing floor. Well, though she had got a little more than she had bargained for, she had enjoyed the trip, or at least most of it. When she went to her first gathering, she would be well prepared. She smiled to herself and flicked her tail, "C'mon, let's go." The tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat set out at a steady pace, keen to get back soon. The light of the day was already fading and several warriors of StarClan were now visible in the sky.Suddenly realising she hadn't yet thanked the ruddy coloured tom for pulling her out of the icy depths of the river, she meowed, "Thanks for saving me back there," she flicked her damp, feathered tail towards the frozen river. Lilypaw knew, that had the situation been different, she would've done exactly the same. She didn't want to lose her best friend, not now, not ever.
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