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Post by Fawn on Dec 20, 2012 18:34:36 GMT -5
Cobrapaw's lips pulled back into a snarl, taking the NightClan gesture the exact way it was meant to be taken - as an insult and a warning to get his act together or he would be kicked out. Ha! This cat preached of loyalty and yet would be willing to toss out their best apprentice because he wanted to do things his way? Well how do you like that? "I don't need a mentor then - not that idiot Robinpelt, and definitely not you, I don't even need this CLAN! You're all just a bunch of fishfaced cowards who can't admit when someone's better than you!" There was a twisted note of frustration and something like sadness in the words Cobrapaw had spoken, as though somewhere along the way from his kithood to now, something in him had been broken. Though it would have invoked sympathy or empathy or 'something' in any other cat, it had invoked the opposite in Russetpaw. He prepared himself to step out and laugh in Cobrapaw's face, better yet, make another crack about NightClan since they'd brought up the subject, but the light-bodied apprentice apparently wasn't finished.
"Some deputy you are," Cobrapaw growled with shaken contempt, his body quivering with his badly contained wrath. "I thought we could see eye to eye, but you're just as stupid as the rest of them."
That was it.
Surging forward, the ruddy tom let out a low, dangerous chuckle, catching Cobrapaw and likely his mentor by surprise with his presence, the other apprentice spinning around to hiss at him violently. "Stupid?" Repeated Russetpaw as though Cobrapaw had said something funny and nonsensical; the apprentice's lip curled. "He's a little bit hard to get used to - but he's definitely not stupid. So tell you what, Roachbreath, why don't you get lost? I'd suggest NightClan like MY mentor here, but I don't even think they'd take you." [/color] Emerald eyes flashing with spiteful fire, Russetpaw flicked Cobrapaw right on the nose, releasing a mrrow-ow-ow-ow as he did so; "You know, on account of you being just so friggin' special and all. Too much for them to handle, you know?"Cobrapaw snapped. In a blast of feline rage, the tawny tom leaped upon his ruddy opponent, and the two fell sideways in a spitting, hissing, clawing ball of rage, Russetpaw yowling in fury as he felt claws rake his sides like white hot coals. He's really trying to tear me to shreds! Realizing he may have gone too far on the insults but not actually feeling remorse over it, Russetpaw twisted and writhed, matching Cobrapaw's venomous, fury-blinded attacks with righteous anger of his own. This was quite possibly the quietest Russetpaw had ever been, but only because of the amount of concentration he was using to duck and swerve and break down his opponent's defenses, the apprentice constantly aware of Razorfang's position through all of this, just like he'd been taught. Cobrapaw latched on with needle teeth to Russetpaw's shoulder, and the apprentice rolled to the side, trying to crush the breath from Cobrapaw's body, his maw twisted into an ugly snarl as the apprentice only bit down harder. Struggling to right himself and bringing Cobrapaw with him, the lighter tom separated from him with a bloody mouth (either a mixture of theirs or just strictly Russetpaw's), but Russetpaw didn't allow him the privilege to protect himself. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Insidious on Dec 21, 2012 10:51:36 GMT -5
[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;]The only response Razorfang was capable of delivering without any hasty rage was a pitiful snort. All the promise Cobrapaw had shown as an apprentice earlier had seemed to disintegrate in a heartbeat. It was truly a pity that he now had to frown upon the light furred tom with such disappointment in regards to his overwhelming modesty. Of course, Razorfang, in some cases, shared the same trait currently being exhibited to him. However, he knew the boundaries in which could easily be crossed by overusing modesty. It appeared, Cobrapaw was unfamiliar with said boundaries.
The young tom's insults didn't send the usual wave of hostility through Razorfang's obsidian fur. Instead, he blinked thoughtfully every few moments; perfectly mirroring utmost boredom toward everything Cobrapaw had to say. It was only when Cobrapaw went so far as to question his abilities as deputy, that the tom's fiery eyes fixated upon the smaller-sized cat. His tail lashed once, a menacing hiss oozing from his throat with the same deep rumble of thunder. If that wasn't enough to indicate that Razorfang was finished listening to Cobrapaw speak, it surely would have been when he flashed a grin of abnormally pointed fangs in the insolent tom's direction as he took his approach.
“Stupid?”
Razorfang recognized that voice in a split second. What would Russetpaw possibly be doing here? With a quick notion, the deputy spiraled to face the reddish brown tom. His jaws parted in means of ordering Russetpaw back to wherever he had left Robinpelt, but, he hushed himself once his former apprentice continued speaking. Was he... defending him? Razorfang blinked, his calculating irises attempting to familiarize with the situation unfolding. As Russetpaw brushed passed Razorfang to near closer to Cobrapaw, the hazelnut-masked tom mimicked his movements in order to have a clear view of the exchange between the duo of apprentices. The fiery Russetpaw's words caused for Cobrapaw was amusing for the deputy; now freely allowing said emotion to lace his mouth into a cold grin. Normally, Razorfang would never allow another cat to stand up for him when he was so capable of doing it on his own. But, the image of Russetpaw having the drive to, especially after their latest argument that had caused a switch in mentor-apprentice, it was somehow refreshing.
At Russetpaw's comment on how oh so special Cobrapaw was, the tom couldn't resist releasing a mild huff of laughter. Surely, the deputy of any clan wasn't expected to sit back and allow two apprentice's to pick a fight amongst each other. But, it was difficult for Razorfang to do anything other than just that with the current event. It was only when Cobrapaw lashed at Russetpaw with mindless rage that Razorfang's expression hardened, muscles tensing in preperation to halt the battle. However, Russetpaw seemed to be handling himself just fine...
The tom held his ready position to a point, his eyes deeply focused on Cobrapaw and Russetpaw's battle so he wouldn't miss his cue to interfere if called necessary. Once blood began seeping from Russetpaw's shoulder, the deputy hissed viciously, though more so toward Cobrapaw. If anything, he was hoping to capture Cobrapaw's attention for a long enough moment that Russetpaw could send him running back to camp with his tail tucked between his legs. But, with or without Razorfang's help, the tom had faith in his apprentice's skills. Cobrapaw was strategic, but Russetpaw was quick to react to anything Cobrapaw flung at him.
Razorfang was admittedly impressed. [/style]
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Post by Fawn on Dec 21, 2012 19:03:02 GMT -5
The trouble with Cobrapaw was that when he was angry, not only did his skills improve mildly thanks to rage lending anger to his already substantial abilities and drive to do his very best, however, that did not make him invincible. Though Cobrapaw and Russetpaw were the same age, and Cobrapaw struck faster, Russetpaw hit harder, AND he hadn't been training with Robinpelt for the last five or six moons. He'd been training with Razorfang, and that, coupled with Russetpaw's natural skill as a fighter, made all the difference in the world.
Cobrapaw feinted and made as though to slice open Russetpaw's face, spitting furiously, his jaws stretched wide to sink his teeth into any part of the ruddy enemy he could reach - but that hadn't happened. Forgetting to adapt and react, Cobrapaw had instead settled for an "I'm going to do this and then THIS first", which left him with somewhat of a broken strategy when Russetpaw overcame his reckless plan-without-a-plan.
Knocking Cobrapaw's first blow aside, Russetpaw hammered both paws into his opponent's chest, driving the air from Cobrapaw's lungs and a yowl from his jaws, the feline's body twisting as he landed awkwardly on his side. Russetpaw stood over him panting, resting one paw on the wannabe-warrior's shoulder, claws out, pressure evident. "You're no warrior, Cobrapaw," spat the ruddy tom, his tail lashing like angry ship sails in a ferocious storm, his emerald eyes blazing with battlelight and the strength of his character. Cobrapaw's snake-like eyes lifted to stare menacingly back at Russetpaw with an expression that would've frozen fire, prepared to rise with a bitter snarl before Russetpaw pushed him back down, apparently not done. "And you never will be if you don't stop being so selfish! Saying you don't need the Clan, don't need anyone - that's not going to get you anything but alone. Just think about it, Roachbreath - and if you ever insult the Clan deputy again, I'm going to stand aside and let him chase you into NightClan, and they don't take too kindly to selfish jerks."
[/color] Releasing his opponent, the bleeding but victorious tom pivoted on his dark reddish brown paws, the wind pulling a tuft of Russetpaw's fur out of the sand into the open air, blown in the direction of StarClan's Claws. Blinking, the younger tom looked up to spy the deputy looking - well, amused - Russetpaw's whiskers twitching in surprise. He hadn't exactly forgotten Razorfang was here, but he still felt as though this were a sudden sort of thing, as if neither one had honestly anticipated seeing each other so soon. Russetpaw dipped his head down respectfully, suddenly not sure what to say. Fortunately for the tom, the time for conversation had not yet arrived - not until Cobrapaw had been fully sorted out. Enraged, humiliated, hurt and most of all not bleeding, considering Russetpaw had refused to tear into him, the cream-colored, dark-pointed tom had rose to his paws in silent, hostile ire, eyes flashing as he crouched, in full view of Razorfang, intending to leap upon Russetpaw and possibly kill him. Cobrapaw lunged. Russetpaw felt the air shift behind him and he whirled around, the frost-hardened sand shifting and grating against his pawpads, a snarl tearing out of the tom's throat as he battered Cobrapaw aside. This time the cream-colored tom was slower to get up, the breath obviously knocked out of him by Russetpaw's well-aimed, well-timed strike, the ruddy tom still refusing to cut his Clanmate. "Try that again." Hissed Russetpaw. If there was one thing he couldn't stand - it was cats who used underhanded tricks like that, who just couldn't lose properly. All trace of his teasing gone, Russetpaw turned frozen emerald eyes upon his enemy, meeting Cobrapaw's gaze with perfect icy hostility. Cobrapaw, his pride shattered and his temper nothing more than a wailing fire that had already gone out of control, chose to leave the fighting arena, spitting at both Razorfang and Russetpaw before he did so. It wasn't until Razorfang's new apprentice was gone that his old one finally turned back around, forcing the fur along the width of his shoulder blades, his fury-spiked tailfur and wide ruff to lie flat once more. Russetpaw craned his neck to lick the wound on his shoulder, buying time as for the apprentice, a slightly awkward silence fell between them. Er... Should he...say something? [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Insidious on Dec 22, 2012 10:49:55 GMT -5
[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 clearly amused by the ongoing spar – knew that eventually, it'd be appropriate for him to interfere and break the two apart. Just as the tom began to take his approach, menacing jaw of creepily pointed fangs prepared to grab the nearest scruff of neck fur; Russetpaw managed to knock the air from Cobrapaw's lungs and fling the lighter furred apprentice to the terrain with a harsh thud. Halting in his tracks, the hazelnut-masked deputy's gray-green eyes widened with a trait of surprise, allowing the often unnoticed amber flecks along the outer edges to become more abundantly visible. Razorfang's focus seemed to double, predatory irises piercing onto the scenario where Cobrapaw was pinned beneath the weight of Russetpaw's victorious paw. And though Cobrapaw didn't seem the least bit satisfied, this able to be noticed upon the still remaining icy fire in his eyes... he had no choice but to listen as Russetpaw spoke.
It wasn't that Razorfang was caught off guard by Russetpaw's speech. Just, he was slightly unaware that Russetpaw was able to look passed the rageful argument that had occurred the day earlier and still desire to defend Razorfang when another was attempting to shoot him down. Regardless of how unsuccessful the cat had been in the first place. Once Russetpaw pivoted to face him, followed by the respectful dip of his head in awkward greeting, Razorfang offered a brief nod of his own. Normally, his expression was hardened with the determination of a dedicated mentor while peering down upon any of the apprentices. However, this particular occasion was an exception. His expression had softened substantially, appearing to be genuinely thankful for Russetpaw's unnecessary, but appreciated help.
He hadn't been oblivious to the rising of Cobrapaw, after all, the notion had taken place directly in Razorfang's line of vision. His wary eyes traveled over Russetpaw's own, a ferocious stare implanted upon Cobrapaw as he neared. Russetpaw had been apprenticed to Razorfang long enough to tell the difference between his threatening stare, and his ordinary, calculating stare. However, it didn't seem as though Russetpaw required this subtle hint from the obsidian furred deputy. Likely from the wind that brushed his fur due to Cobrapaw's spring, Russetpaw was able to quickly react, swinging around to counter Cobrapaw's leap and once again send the lighter furred apprentice tumbling to the ground.
“Try that again.” Razorfang smirked. Perhaps, his cold-hearted nature had mildly oozed its way into Russetpaw's combat style. But, either way, he hardly had any reason to believe the cheerful nature that had once annoyed him to the highest extents... wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. At last, Cobrapaw departed. But, not without a hateful spit directed to both the deputy and reddish brown hued apprentice. Perhaps, in time, Cobrapaw would learn that Russetpaw was correct and that his selfish behavior would need to be altered. Probably not, though.
At last, alone. Razorfang hadn't expected it to be so utterly quiet. Russetpaw whirled around, drawing his bright green eyes away as he licked the shoulder wound Cobrapaw had inflicted. The deputy stayed silent as well, for the most part. His watchful gaze firm on the young tom before him, both thoughtful and analytical. His thinly furred tail sliced through the air with the rising of his body, his large paws crumbling into the moist terrain as he approached with eloquent strides. He was now towering above his former apprentice, his chin tilted downward to meet Russetpaw's gaze. At first glance, it'd seem that the deputy had a lecture on the tip of his tongue. You shouldn't have fought Cobrapaw to defend me, it wasn't your battle. Or, return to Robinpelt at once. You shouldn't have left him to come spy on Cobrapaw and I. But, that was far from the words that were spoken: “It would seem I'm in need of an apprentice again,” the large, muscular tom lightly nudged Russetpaw's shoulder, enough power behind it to cause Russetpaw's figure to sway backward slightly. “Know anyone that would be interested?” [/style]
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Post by Fawn on Jan 4, 2013 15:29:13 GMT -5
Russetpaw could spend the whole after sunhigh to determine whether or not his words to Cobrapaw had sunk in, but that just wasn't his style - besides, if Cobrapaw really had been affected, then a change wouldn't have occurred so soon. The lighter-shaded apprentice still had to go somewhere to lick his wounds, put together his pride, and recollect what he had learned from that fight. In the meantime...
A prickle of apprehension oozed into the apprentice's heart as Razorfang stood silently before him, almost statue-like (minus the menacing atmosphere), as though there were one cat Russetpaw could count on that his words would never get through. Even if you don't want me back, I don't regret what I said to Cobrapaw. I guess I'm stuck always thinking of you as my mentor... Whether things continued to be heated between them or not. Still, Russetpaw was anything but the grudge-holding type; it was one of his charms, the ability to get out all of his emotions, and then feel much better afterwards, no longer able to hold on to animosity or anger or distress for very long. He just wasn't hardwired for that sort of thing; the forest was full of too many cats to possibly pick one and just hate them for as long as they lived.
His parents had raised him better than that.
Expecting a lecture, Russetpaw's ever-gleaming green eyes were settled on Razorfang's face, intending to sit there and listen to his own fair share of reprimand - but it never came.
“It would seem I'm in need of an apprentice again,”
"Oof!" He mewed in surprise, suddenly knocked over by a - affectionate? Playful? reconciliation? - nudge from the tom with the creepy teeth, Russetpaw picking himself up with surprise, ruddy ears pricking forward to catch the deputy's next words.
“Know anyone that would be interested?”
Russetpaw grinned. He couldn't help it - he laughed when he was amused, he smiled when he was happy, and he grinned when he was relieved, when something he had not expected to happen, finally DID. "Oh I think I know of a cat that might work," mewed the apprentice, shaking the mixture of sand and show off of his pelt with a light shake, stepping forward on ruddy paws to nudge Razorfang's own shoulder with the top of his head. "He's kind of annoying though - talks too much, grins too much, but he likes to work hard."
It took so much to suppress a purr of satisfaction, but he managed, not wanting to smother the deputy or make him uncomfortable, or worse, spike his ire and make a perfectly good moment not-so-perfect.
Thanks for not lecturing me. And not tearing my ears off for interrupting your fight, and sorry for ditching Robinpelt. Hoping his mentor could read the apology in his eyes, the ruddy tom seemed to glow where he stood, expression pure in it's contentment, as though a missing piece in his life had finally settled into place.
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Post by Insidious on Jan 5, 2013 1:24:31 GMT -5
[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;]A small smirk danced at the edges of Razorfang's hazelnut pigmented jaw as Russetpaw quickly recovered from the nudge, only to return one of his own to the deputy's shoulder. The large tom couldn't recall a past time period when the two were able to openly speak to one another without clashing heads in the process. Because of this, Russetpaw's returned comment only furthered Razorfang's grin. “He's kind of annoying though – talks too much, , grins too much, but he likes to work hard.” Razorfang nodded, black ears pinning forward as a small chuckle of amusement oozed from his throat. “Yeah. Kind of annoying.” His gray-green eyes glistened brightly, for what could likely be the first time in ages. The tom lowered his head, desiring to be eye level with the reddish brown tinted apprentice. Upon reaching said eye level, the deputy peered deeply into Russetpaw's lively, green eyes as he addressed him. “You'll make a fine warrior, soon enough.” There had never been a time of praise throughout all the time spent together between Razorfang and Russetpaw. The black furred mentor wasn't sure just how much receiving a praise would mean to the apprentice standing before him, but regardless, he deserved it.
Razorfang straightened his posture, no longer willing to potentially allow his cold-hearted reputation to completely melt away. The deputy wanted Russetpaw to be able to see passed his unclear emotions, creepily pointed teeth and bitter temperament. However, not so far passed that the reddish brown tom forgot entirely what kind of mischief Razorfang was capable of. One glimpse at the duo's past would surely reveal precisely what Razorfang meant by that.
“Did you learn anything? When you were with Robinpelt?” The idea of Russetpaw learning under the guidance of a warrior that wasn't him was a repulsive thought. However, he still required an answer. But, considering Russetpaw had went looking for Razorfang when he was with Cobrapaw... he assumed something had taken a turn for the worst. A part of Razorfang was genuinely curious to hear about the experience Russetpaw had shared with Robinpelt. Although, the more modest part of the deputy simply enjoyed the thought of, hopefully, hearing how terrible his time spent with a different mentor had been. [/style]
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Post by Fawn on Jan 6, 2013 3:05:40 GMT -5
“You'll make a fine warrior, soon enough.”
That was easily the best praise Razorfang could have given him, short of an "I'm proud of you", the ruddy tom clearly holding him in the same rank as one of his parents, though maybe a little bit higher up on the scale of cats he wanted to hear praise from. Considering his parents were more or less obligated to love him and boost his ego, to have a cat as emotionally detached and sometimes eerie as Razorfang give him a compliment, even after their fight, was the whole cake and the icing on top of it.
Purring lowly within his throat, Russetpaw tried not to explode from pride, not wanting to ruin the moment by overreacting, though honestly, it was so hard to underreact, he didn't know how the deputy did it. Taking extra care to fix his slightly disheveled appearance, the apprentice began to clean the blood from his shoulder wound, keeping Razorfang in his peripherals, a peculiar thought wafting to the front of his mind as he did so. He's like cold sunlight. Takes forever for him to warm up to you, but when he does, it's...not bad. Sunlight can't ever be bad.
Though he was fully prepared to delve deeper into that analogy, Russetpaw was stirred briefly from his thoughts by Razorfang's question, a flashing mixture of apology and exasperation earned by that seemingly simple sentence the muscular hazel and black tom had spoken.
“Did you learn anything? When you were with Robinpelt?”
"He does not think things through when he attacks, nor does he have any idea what the difference between 'good footwork' and 'bad footwork' is. Robinpelt doesn't remember to keep his weight balanced, he leaves himself open when he tries to react. It's like his body sort of remembers what to do, but his brain can't quite keep up." It was torture. It was like fighting an apprentice two moons younger than me. Politely choosing to hold his tongue on everything ELSE he wanted to say, the tom's emerald eyes looked passed Razorfang and into the snowy sandy banks beyond, as though trying to recall every exact detail of their battle training, making sure he hadn't missed anything in his calmly delivered report.
"He did say one thing that I thought was useful. It won't come in handy in a fight or teach me anything, but it was the best I got out of that training session." Pausing, Russetpaw cleared his throat before rephrasing, word-for-word, what Robinpelt had told him. "When I asked 'im what battles he had been in, he told about the time he outsmarted his mentor. '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.'" When he was finished, Russetpaw closed his mouth with a sharp 'clip!' of noise, fixing inquisitive, intelligent eyes upon the RainClan deputy, taking in the stoic, icy features, wondering if Razorfang had ever had one of those moments with his mentor.
Or better yet... Will I have one of those moments?
Oh he'd better. Or else becoming a warrior just wouldn't feel...right.
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Post by Insidious on Jan 7, 2013 23:24:49 GMT -5
[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;]THIRTY 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's hearing was about as sharp as his teeth, so it was nearly impossible for him to overlook the lowly toned purr detected emitting from Russetpaw's throat. His black tinted ears twitched slightly, but other than that, he decided to allow the notion to be overlooked. Especially, since Russetpaw was beginning to answer the deputy's question involving Robinpelt and their battle training session. The large, cold-blooded tom couldn't help but allow a smirk to form across his hazelnut-hued jaw as Russetpaw spoke about how utterly awful it had been. Although, the reddish brown apprentice hadn't directly stated that Robinpelt was a bad mentor, it was implied through him having nothing above-average to say.
As much as the deputy despised Robinpelt for, even a moment, mentoring his apprentice. As deputy, it wasn't proper for him to hold grudges against any member of his clan. Forgive and forget, he supposed. Robinpelt exiting his trail of thought at the same moment his thinly furred tail slashed through the air.
What was that? Razorfang's gray-green irises fixated into the depths of Russetpaw's own bright green. "When I asked him what battles he had been in, he told about the time he outsmarted his mentor. '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.'" It was interesting, that Robinpelt had said something along those lines. From what Russetpaw had earlier spoken about the dark brown tabby, it would appear as if he was dumbfounded about everything revolving around being a true warrior. Though not even the deputy could muster a profound reason to think this knowledge Robinpelt had shared was anything less than wise.
Even if Russetpaw was simply only meaning to share Robinpelt's words with Razorfang, he still took it as an indirect way of sharing with the black-furred mentor that, this was a moment he wanted for himself. Clearing his throat with a rumbling cough, the tom back-stepped until a fox-length of room stood between the duo. “Sounds like quite the experience.” He grinned lightly at the apprentice, a mysterious twinkle in his eyes. “With your warrior ceremony around the corner, I do believe it's time we see if you, yourself, are truly ready. Don't you think?” Even though Russetpaw hadn't yet agreed, Razorfang was quite certain he'd want to, the deputy tensing his muscles into a battle-ready stance. With a new hunger to be impressed glimmering in the tom's cold-hard gaze, he kept a careful eye on the reddish brown tom standing a fox-length ahead of him; searching his entire figure for any flinches of muscle beneath his fur that would indicate he was preparing to attack. [/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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