[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Razorfang // The large, obsidian warrior was more than pleased that the idea of switching his apprentice, as well as assigning a new mentor to Russetpaw, was agreed with thoroughly. At first, the challenge of their two vastly different personalities being mixed as one had been an incredible idea, in Razorfang's mind. Russetpaw's carefree nature could use some twining, was an immediate thought that struck the cold-hearted tom's intellect upon the day Russetpaw had been assigned to him. Hammering a more mature, strict lifestyle into the reddish brown apprentice seemed that'd it be so... easy. However, Razorfang couldn't have been more wrong. He'd never met such a cat with the fiery instincts to backtalk and continuously question the purpose behind the methods of Razorfang's training. At last, a promising feline was seen through the corner of Razorfang's laser-like eyes. Cobrapaw. With a heart of ice to equally match that of Razorfang's own. Indeed, they'd mix far better than he had with Russetpaw. Rising upon all fours' in preparation to greet his new apprentice... the tom's dull, gray-green eyes soon located another feline training closely behind. Robinpelt. Razorfang had almost forgotten about the brown, tabby tom. Perhaps, because Razorfang had never had much socialization with him. The fellow warrior's golden personality shone a little too bright for Razorfang's liking. And, in a matter of a split second, he soon realized that was the perfect fit for Russetpaw. Robinpelt // The brown furred warrior followed closely behind his apprentice, no, former apprentice. He'd never really caught on to Cobrapaw's distaste toward him. Sure, it tended to be blindly obvious. However, Robinpelt focused more on a fun outlook on how to make their training sessions interesting than on how utterly cold the glances he received from Cobrapaw often were. There, at the camp's edges stood Razorfang, menacing as ever. Robinpelt knew the black warrior had his name for a reason, therefore, tried to keep his distance. The cold nature didn't rub off well in Robinpelt's book, that being the main reasoning behind how hard he pushed Cobrapaw to change his outlook. The tom's joyful pace slowed, dipping his head in greeting to Razorfang; masking his caution with a vividly bright, friendly expression held in his light green irises. “Razorfang,” Robinpelt glanced down at Cobrapaw. “I'm sure you know Cobrapaw.” His nudge at forcing the awkward ice-breaker was clear, however unlikely it seemed that it would work with a happy soul in the company of two less so. “Where's this Russetpaw I'm to be taking over with?” Suddenly, Robinpelt's ears pricked excitedly, turning his head over his muscular shoulders to search the clearing for the reddish brown fur of young Russetpaw. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] RUSSET[/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]PAW[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] RAINCLAN // TOM // 7 Moons[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] It was difficult to say what the young ruddy-furred tom was feeling; on one paw, he was grateful for a much needed break from Razorfang, the icy-hearted tom with the bicolor fur. On the other paw, he was feeling a little...discarded. It bothered him personally to think that he had gotten off to such a rocky start with his first mentor that reassignment was necessary. Whatever. Let's go train with Robinpelt and forget we ever WERE Razorfang's apprentice. Said the grumpy little devil on his shoulder, the angel on his right was silently shaking his head, apparently at an impasse. The sight of Robinpelt searching for him warmed the young tom's heart, however; Razorfang was never so animated, was never so openly expressive. It was like hanging out with a statue sometimes. Bounding over to the other tom, he still minded his manners, dipping his head respectfully to Razorfang, the tension dropping off his shoulders like rain off of a waxy leaf. "Hello Cobrapaw," he mewed, having spotted the light-furred, dark-pointed tom skulking about nearby. Cobrapaw flicked an ear in Russetpaw's direction, but otherwise failed to acknowledge his presence entirely. He was too busy studying Razorfang through narrowed, snakelike slits, though his expression wasn't menacing, but rather coldly inquisitive. Russetpaw resisted the urge to curl his lip. Oh look. Twins. "Hey Robinpelt," mewed the ruddy furred apprentice, shaking snowflakes off his plush reddish brown coat, green eyes matching Robinpelt's fiery ones hue for hue. "What's the game plan for today?" Oh how easily those words came out! He didn't have to tiptoe around Frosty McDarkheart over here. The apprentice felt his heart start to lighten as he could already tell that wavelengths were finally starting to match up. [/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]

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Razorfang // “Robinpelt,” he replied coldly, as if addressing the happy-go-lucky tom was brutal enough. Not even a glance was flickered toward the brown tabby, uninterested in meeting the gaze of a tom unworthy of taking over his unfinished training. Razorfang's distaste wasn't as routed as Cobrapaw's clearly was, however, it was the overwhelming sense of happiness that shrouded the positive-natured warrior that caused Razorfang's fur to prick. Not that the quality was necessarily a bad thing, however, too much of it in one serving never settled well with the obsidian tom. Cobrapaw was the main focus of Razorfang, enough so, he hardly noticed Russetpaw's approach. He glanced over just in time to take note of Russetpaw's respectful head dip, in which he returned mildly before returning to the center of Razorfang's focus. The apprentice now placed under his guidance seemed suitable, his qualities promising in Razorfang's flashing eyes. He confidently straightened his stance, protruding his neck as he returned an equally examining stare back toward Cobrapaw. “Battle training seems suitable to further imply whatever Robinpelt has already taught you, yes?” Robinpelt // "Robinpelt," the way in which Razorfang's return statement was spoken caused the brown tabby's fur to crawl uncomfortably. His bitterness radiated without question, and Robinpelt couldn't help but absently wonder just what about him stirred such negativity to spur from Razorfang. But, all thoughts upon that subject were erased,Robinpelt's green eyes glistening with a mixture of anxiousness and confidence at the sight of Russetpaw. The reddish brown tom seemed so willing, so capable. It would be a nice change from the negative qualities possessed in Cobrapaw that Robinpelt always had trouble fiddling his way through. “Hello, Russetpaw,” the brown furred warrior returned, offering up a beaming grin. He was about to return an acknowledged in regards to Russetpaw's question, though found his ears pricking upward as Razorfang's lowly toned vocals were detected. “It's as Razorfang over here plans on doing with Cobrapaw for the day. Shall we work some more on your battle training?” While Razorfang more so directly implied battle training as the day's activities, Robinpelt presented it as a suggestion so that the apprentice had a say. Eventually, the tom had to put his paw down if what an apprentice continued to desire training on was merely one subject, such as hunting, for example. But, for the time being, Russetpaw seemed to have received a decent amount of training under all categories while under Razorfang's watchful gaze. That was why battle training was merely suggested, not implied as a forced decision. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] RUSSET[/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]PAW[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] RAINCLAN // TOM // 7 Moons[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] Cobrapaw - Cobrapaw dipped his head in agreement with the older, taller tom's words, his eyes glowing with satisfaction at finally getting a mentor who was...more to his liking. Razorfang's feats had not gone unnoticed, and Cobrapaw would personally rather train a hundred moons than suffer one moon further of Robinpelt's overly zealous, overly cheerful attitude. "I trust I'll be in good paws," finally speaking, Cobrapaw's voice was completely devoid of feeling. Next to Russetpaw's casual, pleasant speech patterns, Cobrapaw was practically a robot. His words did not come off as arrogant, nor did they sound rehearsed. It was just the way he spoke - soft, clipped and so cold they were subzero. Russetpaw - The ruddy tom, on the other hand, was at last able to tear his eyes from the ghastly pair next to him and Robinpelt, giving the sunny tom his attention at last. "Heck yeah! I've been itching to show someone what I've got." He grinned, his confidence raising like mercury in an old school thermometer. "I should warn you, you're gonna be surprised." Though Cobrapaw was a moon older than him, Russetpaw was dead certain he had, with the help of Blizzardclaw, come up with a few techniques not even Cobrapaw would have thought of. Cobrapaw was a brilliant tactician, there was no denying that, and to underestimate him would be the death or pain of many. Russetpaw, however, was no soft-hearted pushover. He had a long, proud, strong lineage of brave warriors to back him up here; though Cobrapaw's lines stopped with him, Russetpaw was shadowed by the feats of Lionstar, Roselight, his father, his uncle. He was another paw print upon a long, long path of greatness. Casting a wayward glance in his former mentor's direction, Russetpaw felt it best that they further severed their...professional bond (it certainly wasn't a bond of friendship, or would shackle be more appropriate) by training in separate places. Besides, Russetpaw would rather chew off his own ears than admit to it, but he didn't want to see Razorfang and Cobrapaw getting along so well. It was just gonna put him in a bad mood. [/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]

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Razorfang // Although Cobrapaw's tone had hardly hinted toward any excitement, or any emotion at all, Razorfang still found himself satisfied. Good paws, indeed. This battle training was going to be a great success, he could feel it. Cobrapaw had the same general motives as Razorfang, therefore, likely willing to learn under the same patterns as Razorfang once did under Coldgaze's brilliance. Whereas with Russetpaw, the obsidian warrior often found himself holding back. It wasn't that he didn't see Russetpaw as fit to handle all of Razorfang's effort, more so, he was slightly worried of injuring him... again while upon a training session. With Cobrapaw, not even a spark of said worry flooded under his thin coat of fur. All that remained was a glaze of utmost confidence in the young tom held in the depths of Razorfang's dully pigmented eyes. “Very well,” Razorfang stated, nodding firmly toward Cobrapaw. Not even a mere glance was directed toward Russetpaw or Robinpelt as the large warrior pivoted on his heels. Russetpaw, though he once was the cold-hearted tom's apprentice, was a chapter of his past now. It was better off that he stay there. Razorfang desired to lead Cobrapaw to The River, where they could train on a more flatly layered surface. He expected Robinpelt would choose The Sand Bar, for it was the common training site. But, the warrior departed with the thought. He was supposed to stop caring about the involvements of Russetpaw's life, right? … Right. Robinpelt // The brown tabby was amused with Russetpaw's enthusiasm. It sent a lively shrill of energy through Robinpelt's frame, rising upon all fours' before twisting his figure outwardly to follow the path moments earlier chosen by Razorfang. “Well in that case, I'll be sure to prepare myself for this surprise!” Robinpelt announced cheerfully, his tail flicking casually behind his slender body. “But be warned yourself. I won't be going easy on you.” Robinpelt allowed a playful, genuine smirk to form across his mouth. Clearing his throat with a gentle cough, followed by the upward pointing of his dark brown ears. “Shall we train at The Sand Bar today? It's perfect for battle training.” Robinpelt nodded, as if confirming his own words before sparing a glance at Russetpaw. Little to the warrior's knowledge was that Russetpaw the day earlier had done just that with Razorfang. But, he was seemingly oblivious to whatever floated through Russetpaw's mind, even more so toward if it involved Razorfang and their past lessons. Robinpelt didn't seem to acknowledge anything about what Russetpaw once did with Razorfang. He was in charge of the young tom's training now. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] RUSSET[/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]PAW[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] RAINCLAN // TOM // 7 Moons[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] Cobrapaw - Cobrapaw watched the chilly warrior pivot on his heels and head for their battle training location, and the young tom mimicked his behavior though not out of a desire to copy him, but because that was how he naturally dealt with things. Though he did pause and turn to face Russetpaw and Robinpelt, allowing himself a cold curl his lip. "Good luck with your training. You'll probably need it." It was an entirely unnecessary statement, but that was Cobrapaw's style; he wanted to get inside Russetpaw's head, shake him up a little, watch him fail if he could. So self-confident in his own abilities and not particularly attached to anyone or anything, it was a great amusement for the icy tom to watch others fall short of their own pitiful standards. "Have fun being a jerk. Worry about you and I'll worry about me. Got it? Good." Hissed Russetpaw in response, his temper unusually short today. Maybe it was because he felt a little...BAD about the whole thing... Well whatever. I'm not letting dirt-faces like Cobrapaw get to me. Razorfang either. As far as I'm concerned - which I'm not - they're just ordinary Clanmates to me now. Robinpelt is my mentor. "So," he mewed, his eyes drawn back to the energetic warrior in front of him, "The Sand Bar sounds great! You can tell me all about the battles you've been in on the way there." Putting on his usual optimistic, charismatic charm, the ruddy tom shivered with anticipation, grinning ear to ear as thoughts of Cobrapaw and Razorfang faded from his mind like a bad dream. Finally! A cat who can understand me! "Don't leave out any of the details," added Russetpaw, eyes sparkling. "I can take it." Russetpaw continued to dance on his paw-tips, eager to get started as Cobrapaw slunk away with the hazel and black tom he had once referred to as his mentor. Good riddance. [/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]

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Razorfang // The large tom's black ears swept backward, detecting Cobrapaw's acknowledgment toward Russetpaw and newly assigned mentor Robinpelt. Although this form of behavior wasn't entirely necessary, Razorfang wasn't about to flip around and lecture Cobrapaw about it. Instead, a small smirk formed along the tom's hazelnut pigmented lips, his shoulders rising and falling with a subtle snort of amusement. Thankfully, Razorfang was out of ear shot when Russetpaw returned a comment of his own. The apprentice's words had always been the spark in which lit Razorfang's inner fire. And even though it was clear Cobrapaw was the one that had started the small dispute, in the warrior's mind, Russetpaw would have been the one to receive a paralyzing glare for such un-needed comments. The obsidian, hazelnut masked tom was assured of Cobrapaw's following upon the sound of small crunches of terrain beneath light paw steps. The warrior briefly turned his neck at a side angle, sparing a glance into the depths of the apprentice's cold eyes. Momentarily, the onward progressing motion of his limbs had abruptly arrived at a complete halt until Cobrapaw was able to reach his side, only then, did Razorfang continue to press onward. He preferred the apprentice be in a close proximity while Razorfang desired to address him. “Now,” the single word slipped off his tongue with ease, followed by a pause. “Our destination is nearby. So, it'd be in our best interest for you to enlighten me on whatever Robinpelt was capable of teaching you throughout your time as mentor-apprentice.” Razorfang's dislike to the tom wasn't simply dislike. The warrior's desires to remain at a distance from Robinpelt were routed from something more factual: the brown tabby tended to not be the most combat-oriented. If anything, Razorfang was expecting Cobrapaw to be rather... untrained in the combat area. And if Robinpelt had managed to teach a few tricks to the apprentice, Razorfang wasn't expecting anything extraordinary or worth further development, The warrior's nostrils flared with the inhalation of a clear, fresh fragrance. Water. The River wouldn't have been Razorfang's first choice in a training area, however, he decided to allow Robinpelt and Russetpaw some time to bond without the distraction of another duo tagging along. The tom's large figure pressed through the foliage, forcing the tangles of leaves into two separate halves as he glided through. A few stretched strides had created enough distance between Razorfang and where Cobrapaw was to emerge from, therefore, his paws twirled around effortlessly to be facing the brush. A firm stare was glued to the mass of leaves and branch; narrowed exceptionally. Razorfang learned by doing, instead of by verbally communicating. The very second Cobrapaw's figure was revealed to the tom's plain sight, the young tom would be charged and expected to have an immediate reaction, whether it be flee or fight. Robinpelt // At Russetpaw's returned comment to Cobrapaw, all Robinpelt did was smirk excitedly. The brown tabby couldn't count how many times he'd wanted to say something like that to the cold-hearted tom placed under his training, however, his polite nature had always kept Robinpelt away from such a course of action. Although, that didn't change the fact that Robinpelt was more than amused at Russetpaw's willingness to do what Robinpelt had held his tongue from to avoid unnecessary mentor-apprentice drama. “Nice one,” Robinpelt whispered, offering a nod to Russetpaw. He was already more than impressed by the reddish brown tom. With a cough to clear the tom's throat, he straightened his stance and pressed onward through the foliage. There was plenty of time to spend talking, but, Robinpelt wanted to make a good impression on Russetpaw. Surely, the tom's schedule had been strict and constantly in action under Razorfang's guidance. Robinpelt didn't want to seem... slacked in comparison to what the apprentice was likely accustomed toward. The battles he'd been in? A small smile tugged at the corner of Robinpelt's jaw. Surely, every cat in Rainclan knew Robinpelt wasn't much of a fighter. He was capable of teaching basics to apprentices, but, there was definitely a vast amount of knowledge to be offered by more... combat-oriented felines. “Let's see...” Robinpelt's mind whirled with examples throughout his history that could be offered up to Russetpaw. Though the brown tabby seemed to be drawing a black in the 'interesting' category... there was one moment in every cat's life that was surely a special one. “The day I found myself able to outsmart my former mentor,” Robinpelt began, his tail flicking with the anticipation of sharing this part of his past with Russetpaw. “It's a great moment for every apprentice, for sure. It only comes around once. Because, it's the moment you know that you actually deserved the chance to rightfully use what has been taught to you against the teacher themselves.” Robinpelt's lively green eyes flickered to Russetpaw, beaming with a trait of pure joy. “The moment the apprentice becomes the warrior.” Although Russetpaw had requested details on such fighting experiences, Robinpelt didn't quite know how to explain it. It was something Russetpaw would understand when his moment to shine came around. Finally reaching The Sand Bar, Robinpelt began the task in which Rainclan cats were known best for. The water was smooth, his figure gliding into its depths like butter with the grace of a single leap in which broke the water's surface. In a matter of a few short moments, the brown tom had reached the other side of the liquid, pulling himself from its cold refinement to be upon the dry terrain of the Sand Bar itself. Whirling around to face Russetpaw, the tom flashed a cheerful grin. “Approach the target with caution,” Robinpelt stated, placing his front limbs at a distance from one another in a form of 'ready stance' for Russetpaw. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] RUSSET[/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]PAW[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] RAINCLAN // TOM // 7 Moons[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] Cobrapaw - "He taught me how to hunt and not get my ears shredded, but that covers our...unpleasant time together." Cold clear eyes shifted in their sockets to spy upon the hazel-jawed tom that was now his current instructor, and it was obvious in every syllable Cobrapaw spoke that there was no love lost between himself and his former mentor. "I taught myself how to fight. I studied. I practiced. I beat him." Purring with icy satisfaction, Cobrapaw slipped through the clutching branches with more ease than Razorfang, having a smaller, lither body structure. He ducked under a particularly gnarled clump of brambles, eyes glittering like dragonfly-wings from within the sparse shrubbery. Cobrapaw did not anticipate the sudden reckless charge from Razorfang, but he didn't turn tail and run - if anything, this was the moment he'd been waiting for! Robinpelt would never dare to charge him like this, because Robinpelt was a soft-hearted fool with clover for brains. Now here was what a REAL warrior should've been. Ruthless. Merciless. Calculating. Fearless. Russetpaw “It's a great moment for every apprentice, for sure. It only comes around once. Because, it's the moment you know that you actually deserved the chance to rightfully use what has been taught to you against the teacher themselves.” The ruddy tom's eyes glowed with satisfaction and a brand new blazing determination. Ha! I can't wait! Someday I'M going to defeat Razo- no, ROBINPELT in combat! And it's going to be glorious! Russetpaw could hardly sit still. Now here was a tom he could connect with, a cat who could truly show him the ropes without hiding behind a mask of coldness and icy arrogance, a cat who would spell things out for him, hopefully. Russetpaw did notice that Robinpelt didn't actually name any battles, and so the ruddy tom assumed the warrior just didn't want to brag. Gliding through the water with enough ease to make an otter proud, the RainClan tom slid onto the bank, shook the liquid from his limbs and tail, and then whirled upon Robinpelt, eager for instructions. Approach the target with caution? Consider it done! Taking note of the older tom's ready stance, Russetpaw's green eyes flashed like dragons' scales, full of training exuberance and a warrior's battle-light. He DID approach with caution, yes, but Russetpaw's aim was to unsettle Robinpelt from the get go, using a similar method to one Blizzardclaw and Razorfang had both shown him on two separate occasions. Stalking forward, Russetpaw closed the gap between himself and Robinpelt in two strides, following through with fluidity a sharp strike aiming straight for the tom's left shoulder. He was testing the older cat's reflexes, himself ready to spring to the side should Robinpelt lunge forward or aim for anything vital. I'll give you something to tell the other warriors about, just watch! With an almost savage thirst to prove himself, Russetpaw was confident that he didn't need to go easy on Robinpelt - after all, it was by giving him his very best that the warrior could see what he was truly made of. [/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]

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Razorfang // It was noted how Cobrapaw had taught himself the ropes of combat, this making Razorfang only increasingly assured at the fact the young apprentice likely wouldn't be the best fighter. However, Cobrapaw – even when caught off guard – didn't flee under the pressure of a surprise ambush. The apprentice tensed his muscles in preperation for any impact Razorfang was able to unleash. Only once the space between Razorfang and Cobrapaw had minimized to a mere tail length or so, did Razorfang's large claws begin gripping into the soft terrain beneath his weight in order to slow his pace. Razorfang assumed Cobrapaw had suitable reflexes of his own, and because of this, when the gap had been entirely closed, Razorfang didn't hold back his instinct to strike with pointed claws. His intentions were rather... fierce for a mentor-apprentice lesson. You could easily claim this was due to Razorfang having high expectations for the icy tom, Cobrapaw. Despite the likelihood of this factor being true, the large warrior aimed for Cobrapaw's left shoulder. No extreme measures were about to be taken, if Cobrapaw's reflexes were able to dodge the oncoming attack. If anything, he'd have a scratch upon his shoulder in need of a cobweb, if that. Robinpelt // Robinpelt hadn't expected Russetpaw to be so eager to jump right into the battle. And for this reason, it wasn't necessarily a surprise when the reddish brown apprentice's claws had impacted with his shoulder. Instinctively, the brown tabby took a gracious step backward before pivoting left. Whirling around after sprinting a mere tail length, sand flecks were sent adrift in the atmosphere upon the skidding notion performed to once again face Russetpaw. His emerald eyes were flashing, nodding firmly in the apprentice's direction to assure he was in fact a suitable fighter when faced with a warrior. Or at least, a warrior like Robinpelt. Darting forward, the brown tabby tom fixated his normally warm gaze upon the ball of reddish brown fur completely prepared for whatever counter he had in mind. It was only when Robinpelt had gotten very close to Russetpaw, that he realized he had no idea what kind of attack he desired to follow through upon. The slight confusion was likely obvious to Russetpaw, for Robinpelt quickly, and wobbly, raised one of his paws from the terrain to swat at Russetpaw with claws. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

Cobrapaw

Cobrapaw had eyes as sharp as daggers, and he caught the unsheathing of Razorfang's claws almost as quickly as he caught on to where the warrior was aiming; for all his deadly accuracy and quickness, the light-furred apprentice was not so quick that he could escape this attack completely unscathed. As a scratch blossomed on his shoulder upon impact, Cobrapaw retaliated with a cold, malevolent hiss, and struck for Razorfang's jaw with as much ferocious intent as his new mentor had shown him.

Yes! This was more like it!

Now here was a cat he could truly make some progress with. Expecting to get even better than he got, Cobrapaw's snake-like eyes glittered with anticipation and battle-heat, aiming a few more swipes as though this were a real battle and not some kind of training exercise. It was clear the young tom was a bit... blood thirsty, on levels Russetpaw could have never hoped to achieve.

Russetpaw

The ruddy tom's eyes narrowed protectively against the granules of sand that went flying off at the older tom's pivoting, and Russetpaw, who, above all else, had been practicing his own footwork, found himself copying the tom's pivoting with a little more grace and proper delivery than Robinpelt had done. Russetpaw was too 'in the moment' to notice the flaws of Robinpelt's battle tactics quite yet, but they very nearly ran him over like a two-leg monster when he saw the wobbly paw raised in a weak looking attack made by his new mentor.

For a few seconds, the apprentice was stunned - mostly puzzled - his body reacting out of instinct rather than having his own personal counter to everything Robinpelt did. Russetpaw's ears were folded back against his skull as he ducked beneath Robinpelt's paw, and hammered both of his into the warrior's chest just as he had done to Blizzardclaw when he'd been practicing his frontal assaults.

Considering the warrior's positioning had already been rather shaky since the weak attempt at a strike without much of a follow through, Russetpaw not only expected his hit to land perfectly, but to either knock the breath out of the warrior's body or knock him over, depending on how much the sand felt like supporting Robinpelt's weight.

He kind of felt...well...he felt like he was fighting a less experienced apprentice. No, that couldn't be the case. Robinpelt was a warrior! And yet he wasn't under the impression that he was going easy on him... No... That wasn't it...

So what was it? For a few seconds, Russetpaw wished he had a certain cold-hearted tom-cat here to properly explain just what game Robinpelt was trying to play with him - or if there wasn't any sort of game going on at all.

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Razorfang // Upon the large warrior's claw-to-fur impact with Cobrapaw's shoulder, satisfaction wasn't present upon his facial structure as would have been expected. Instead, all remained utmost serious for the obsidian, hazelnut-masked tom as he quickly pivoted around to face his apprentice with widened jaws and an intense gleam in his gray-green slits. Razorfang had been slightly caught off guard by the swiftness inhabited in Cobrapaw's reflexes, however, he was equally as swift to recover from any said shock, enough so, the tom was capable to double backward with enough spring that he successfully evaded Cobrapaw's shockingly danger-intending strike. Immediately, Razorfang recognized that Cobrapaw was taking their session to heart more so than the warrior would have liked. It was only when Cobrapaw followed up with a few more well-aimed swipes of his paws in Razorfang's direction that the tom's cold eyes hardened a fraction. Size and strength was currently in Razorfang's favour, this being why it was rather... easy for his large paws to overpower Cobrapaw's own as he swatted them away with hasty force. Razorfang flashed the light-furred apprentice a warning glare, taking a step closer to the young tom to further imply he was expected to now back off. “There's a time and a place to use your skills to their greatest abilities. However, a mere session of battle training would not be that place.” His tone of voice was cold; menacing. Cobrapaw's exhibiting of pure combat-oriented talent was admirable and appreciated in the predatory gaze of Razorfang. Despite this, the large tom refused to allow Cobrapaw to grow too comfortable with his free usage of uncalled for swipes. Boundaries were going to be set, whether or not this was in Cobrapaw's liking. Robinpelt // Not only did Russetpaw successfully dodge the brown tabby tom's weak swipe, but in even further embarrassment for the warrior, the apprentice's counter was followed through upon with such precision and dedication that the tom lost footing almost immediately. Tumbling to the sandy surface of terrain beneath his paws, the tom blinked alarmingly before casting a firm gaze on Russetpaw. His heart was beating what seemed a thousand times per minute. But, was it from complete shock and terror, or the display of utter weakness in combat that he'd just shown to Russetpaw upon the apprentice's capability to knock him to the ground? Perhaps, both. Slowly, Robinpelt returned to his former position upon all fours'. He shook his fluffy pelt, expelling of the sand particles in which lingered persistently before his green eyes found their way to the confused expression of Russetpaw. “You're far better than I would have expected, for an apprentice...” He spoke casually, trying to draw the attention away from his fatal flaw of a mistake. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

The swatting of Razorfang's paws over the apprentice's light-furred ones had Cobrapaw's balance going helter-skelter as a result, the younger tom scowling darkly by way of non-verbal response. His expression faded into one of default coldness as he paused to listen to his mentor's words, which weren't the praising ones he'd been expecting;

“There's a time and a place to use your skills to their greatest abilities. However, a mere session of battle training would not be that place.”

The menace Razorfang addressed him with had the fur along Cobrapaw's spine & shoulder blades start to lift with apprehension and offense, Cobrapaw staring back up at him defiantly, not entirely sure he was hearing what he was hearing. "I have to fight and kill cats on the battle field, why shouldn't training be any different? Obviously we won't kill each other, but if I don't act like it's a life-or-death fight then I can't improve."

[/color] The tom stated with deliberate matter-of-fact delivery, his expression drawn into eerie blankness, and he momentarily waited for Razorfang's response, before he started to move again, circling, practicing his footwork with those same snake-like eyes focused on Razorfang. It was as if he were trying to analyze even the subtlest of movements on the older tom, looking with intensity it was as if Razorfang were a puzzle and he could put the pieces back together properly with sheer mind control alone.

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“You're far better than I would have expected, for an apprentice...”

"Oh uh...thanks. I had a couple of great teachers." mewed the ruddy tom, feeling embarrassed rather than pleased by how easy it was for him to knock Robinpelt over. His thoughts went back to Blizzardclaw and - dare he say it - Razorfang, Russetpaw feeling a pang of regret that the great black and white striped tom hadn't become his mentor instead... Then he could've avoided this whole mess in entirety. Russetpaw hadn't been sure before, but as he recalled the briefest looks of fear and worry when Robinpelt had tried to take the brunt of his attacks, but now the ruddy tom knew exactly what this fight was.
Unfair.

Russetpaw had not truly grasped it when others boasted of Razorfang's skills in battle, he had always assumed them to be true, but he'd never had anyone to really compare his former mentor to. Now he did, and Russetpaw, his heart sinking, realized that even though he and Razorfang's personality has clashed horrendously from square one, it was better to have a mentor you disagreed with but still learned an immense amount from, than a mentor you got along with but gleaned nothing from.

Now Russetpaw was thinking in terms of time, and when this abysmal training session would be over. What am I going to do? Razorfang's probably perfectly FINE with stupid Cobrapaw! What am I supposed to do now? I can't beg him to take me back...not that I really WANT to...but I'm not seeing a whole lot of options right now. If by some miracle Blizzardclaw became his next mentor, then Russetpaw's heart would finally be at ease, but right now, he had to deal with Robinpelt.

"I still need to practice my footwork. My accuracy and my speed are okay, it's making sure my paws keep up with the rest of me that I have a little trouble with." Well, he couldn't call it trouble, really. He'd call it just some minor setbacks that would need a skilled mentor to correct. Razorfang would be able to solve them easily...

Wait wait, give Robinpelt the chance to redeem himself before you go writing him off just yet! Blinking emerald green eyes, Russetpaw waited patiently for the other tom to take charge of the situation.

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[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Razorfang // It was plainly obvious to any attentive eye that Razorfang disagreed with the words that Cobrapaw countered with. Not only did Cobrapaw's arguing displease the obsidian furred tom, but, it almost seemed that Cobrapaw was flat out doubting the truth in Razorfang's words. The large tom snorted, the disapproval clear as day in his gray-green irises. “Treating a session like a real battle is not what makes an apprentice a warrior. Apprenticeship is for the purpose of learning, training and eventually, prospering. If you were all meant to fight like each good-natured spar was to have blood drawing intentions, you'd all become warriors immediately upon leaving the nursery.” The last thing Razorfang desired to do was explain himself to Cobrapaw. But, if a cat was planning on proving his methods false, they'd be faced with a lecture on just why it was wrong of them to even consider doing so. As Cobrapaw began pacing, accompanied with his analytical gaze aimed on Razorfang like a predator would their prey... his muscles immediately stiffened. They were having a conversation; Cobrapaw would turn it into a stalking move often used before a strike. A low hiss oozed from the tom's vocal chords coldly; a warning offered to Cobrapaw. Razorfang wouldn't continue this lesson if Cobrapaw had no plans of cooperation. One way or another, the apprentice would learn exactly how a mentor-apprentice relationship functioned. Razorfang was the mentor, for a reason. Cobrapaw would learn that his place in this was to gather information and make use of it, not to portray his fighting abilities in a way that made them seem intentionally harmful. Robinpelt // The brown tabby tom didn't have many words to say in response to Russetpaw's accepting of the compliment. The cheerful warrior simply nodded along, attempting to brush off any embarrassment clinging to his coat by smoothing down the fur that had gotten ruffled with his fall. Every so often, he spared a curious glance toward Russetpaw. The young apprentice seemed deep in thought; his expression hinting toward... frustration, was it? Robinpelt couldn't be entirely positive without verbally requesting it. Something he wasn't willing to do. As Russetpaw spoke up once more, Robinpelt perked his ears. Footwork issues? Honestly, Robinpelt had hardly noticed during their session. If anything, there was barely any issues that had seemed in need of being addressed. But, as mentor, he likely had to come up with something to save himself from being labeled as a horrid trainer. There would literally be nothing worse than admitting the apprentice was a better warrior before they had even reached that stage in their lives. Although, there was one thing Robinpelt could count on, a skill, of sorts. And that was his ability to lighten an awkward mood. Rising to his paws, the warrior approached Russetpaw with a gentle smirk. He nudged the reddish brown apprentice with a playful gesture, “I'm sure those are the least of your worries if you've already managed to prove yourself a good fighter.” Showering Russetpaw in compliments likely wouldn't completely dissolve the embarrassment. But, it could perhaps drive some of the attention away from the horrid scene that had moments before unfolded. A somewhat awkward chuckle oozed from Robinpelt's throat, blinking thoughtfully before he cleared his throat with a rough cough. “But, if it's foot work you're worried about, it's foot work we'll work on!” Robinpelt announced, green eyes scanning the surroundings for a good opportunity to work on just that. What to use, what to use... thankfully, working on foot work could get Robinpelt out of the sticky situation of battle training. That was, if he had any idea what would be of good use to improve Russetpaw's foot work... 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[Fawn]

There was more than likely a reason for Cobrapaw's naturally insolent personality, and that was probably due to the death of his parents at a young age and all of the obnoxious pity his Clanmates piled on him when that tragedy happened. Rather than soak it all up, however, Cobrapaw's heart had been hardened, he snapped at anyone who called him a 'poor thing', and set on a hungry quest to prove himself a greater cat than all of them. Never again would he be the poor little orphan of RainClan, and if Razorfang wasn't going to help him reach his goals, than he had no use for him.
"Fine." Said the younger tom in his usual cold, clipped tone, momentarily halting the slinking shadowy method of his stalking, his claws sheathing, his expression slightly soured, Cobrapaw unable to completely hide the distaste he felt.

He understood the reasoning behind Razorfang's explanations, he really did, however. What was it going to take for the Clan deputy to realize he's DIFFERENT than that idiotic red furball Razorfang was training before?
"I'm not like the other apprentices," said Cobrapaw, as if he had to explain an advanced concept to someone who was new to this, "You're better than Robinpelt, but you both don't seem to get it."

[/color] There was a spark of frustration in the young tom's voice that went in accompaniment with the aggressive lash of his dark-tipped tail. "I'm going to become a warrior the likes of which this Clan has never seen. I will be better than that idiot, Russetpaw. I will be better than you, Sandstar and everyone else. I'm going to be the best in the Clan, and if you won't help me, then I'll just train myself like I always have."[/color]

Yes. There it was. Something distinctly different in the ways the two same-age toms - Russetpaw & Cobrapaw - held their ambitions and their goals. The red furred apprentice that had come before this coldly furious, horrendously insolent light-furred one had ambition that aimed at helping and leading and willing RainClan to prosper, to usher in a new era of good things. The other tom, though lighter in color, had darker, more selfish reasons for becoming a warrior; he wanted to crush everyone under his paws, he wanted the kind of acknowledgment of a power hungry cat, a cat who would not be satisfied with any short of an absolute position of power.

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“But, if it's foot work you're worried about, it's foot work we'll work on!”

Russetpaw appreciated the enthusiasm, he did, and the apprentice found himself nodding eagerly, wanting so badly to believe that Robinpelt would be his saving grace when it came to mentors, that he could forget Razorfang ever happened... But...

The silence that followed afterwards had the excited glow of the warrior-to-be's eyes fading a little into perplexity, Russetpaw taking a few seconds to lick the fur down on his chest before shaking some of the damp sand off his paws. Aren't you going to tell me what I need to do? How I can approve? Unable to take it anymore, Russetpaw suddenly made up an excuse on the spot, letting his tail almost curl as though he were in physical discomfort.
"I, uh, I have to go make dirt - Sorry, I'll be right back!" Robinpelt wouldn't question that, would he? No, no, somehow Russetpaw didn't think he would, and he flashed another apologetic look in the older tom's eyes. Making a display of heading towards the dirtplace back at camp, the younger tom waited, counting the seconds for when he disappeared from Robinpelt's view, before circling back around, his nostrils stretched wide, his mouth open to catch the scent of Cobrapaw and Razorfang. It was going to hurt his pride to ask Razorfang for help, but Russetpaw was desperate; I'd rather feel like an idiot and deal with Razorfang gloating than be stuck an apprentice forever with a mentor that can't get a handle on the kind of progress needing to be made. I don't think he knows anything about footwork...

Fortunately for Russetpaw, it wasn't hard to find the pair, and the warrior-to-be felt his pelt prickle with surprise as hostility flooded his senses like a tidal wave. Uh-oh. Spying from the bushes, Russetpaw hung back, face marred into a look of apprehension with Cobrapaw and Razorfang now in sight. It was probably best for his own safety that he not interrupt them right now. Looks like there was trouble in paradise.

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[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Robinpelt // The tabby's mind was completely boggled. He needed ideas, and he needed them quickly to avoid any further embarrassment. Robinpelt finally parted his jaw in means of summoning something, anything. But, thankfully, Russetpaw beat him to the punch line. The warrior tilted his head in mild confusion, “Uh... okay.” He replied, somewhat dumbfounded. But, he was in no position to counter. After all, Russetpaw's sudden absence would give him some time to maul over foot work ideas. And that, was precisely what Robinpelt needed. With a soft sigh, the warrior's limbs buckled beneath his weight to collide with the sandy terrain. His ears swiveled in the direction taken by Russetpaw, although his bright green eyes remained fixated, with much boredom, on the sand below. Razorfang // “Fine.” At last, it seemed Cobrapaw was willing to cooperate. Razorfang's muscles untensed, the passion behind his ferocious stare of gray-green hue beginning to soften. However, it seemed that he had taken such a course of action a moment too soon. For a moment, Razorfang was admittedly surprised. His large, obsidian dyed ears pulled forward with a frustrated tug, as if the words he was currently hearing were nowhere near true and needed more evidence to be proven so. But, upon Cobrapaw's announcement of one day being better than him... it crossed a line, far further than any line crossed by Russetpaw in the past. Razorfang's temper got the best of him in an instant, if even that. The distance between Cobrapaw and him was covered in a split second; now close enough that his cold breaths could be felt along the spinal chord of the light furred apprentice. His stance straightened to further imply the size difference between Cobrapaw and him, gray-green eyes staring down upon the young apprentice with ten times their usual ferocity. “High ambitions,” he spat. “I will not be helping you if you're goal is to be better than your clan. A true warrior serves under loyalty, not their own misguided wishes.” Razorfang would have preferred to address Cobrapaw in a less... factual tone. But, he remained rather calm considering the situation, regardless of the venomous pierce held in his eyes. In fact, the steaming hot burn under his thinly furred coat was so immensely distracting and difficult to maintain, he hardly even noticed the fragrance of his former apprentice now lowered in the nearby brush. “I'd suggest you start learning how to cope with the methods of your mentor. These unnaturally high ambitions of yours won't be easily reached if you're unwilling to participate as required. I'd say: you either get your act together, or go find yourself a comfortable position in Nightclan.” Razorfang ended his speech with a repulsed, curt gesture of his head in the direction of Nightclan-Rainclan borders. He assumed that Sandstar would be on the same page, if indeed the golden tom was informed of Cobrapaw's true intentions as a soon-to-be warrior. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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