[Phoenix]

[atrb=border,0,true]	sincerely, noblepaw the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul
[CS=2] It was a cool, crisp morning, typical of leaf-fall. The sun had barely risen, and a frost, which had not yet been touched by the sun's heat, laced the ground. Yet Noblepaw was still up, perhaps the first of the apprentices to rise. In his eagerness, the tom had barely been able to fall asleep the night before, and once he woke, he knew that he would not be able to fall back asleep. He could recognize a lost cause when he saw one. And so, careful not to disturb the other apprentices, especially those on his team, he picked his way out of the den to sit in the empty, quiet camp. Today was the day of the first challenge, and he felt confident in the abilities of Foxpaw and Duskpaw. The three of them had not really interacted before yesterday evening, and they still did not know each other well, but it was better than nothing. They had taken that time to talk strategy. The clearing was full of prey; it was the prime place for a hunting competition. Though their fur did not match the usually vibrant colors of the wild flowers, each of them had a patterned pelt, which was less visible than a single, bold color. What with the plants now beginning to wither, their fur brown fur would match that of his companions, thus making their job of blending in easier. It was his gray and white fur that he had to worry about. The air thrummed with energy and excitement that morning, resonating from the apprentices. After casting a look at the fresh-kill pile that sat in the middle of camp, Noblepaw turned and made his way to the flowering meadow. They had agreed to meet there, and he wanted to get a head start to re-assess the terrain. As he had expected, it had not changed from a day back. A thin layer of mist rested over the clearing, but he did not think that it would made much of a difference, if any. Standing in the shadow of a tree on the fringe of the area, he broke up the meadow into three parts, one for each of them. Unsheathed claws dug into the ground as his lips pulled back into a grin and eyes brightened. Victory would be their's for sure. Approaching pawsteps made the gray and white apprentice turn, redirecting his attention to the approaching felines. Waiting until they drew closer, Noblepaw went over to greet the she-cats on his team with a dip of his proud head and nearly polite - it was as close as he had gotten to polite in a long while, anyway - "Morning, Duskpaw, Foxpaw. Ready to go?"
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[CS=2] i am the closest thing to god so worship me and never stop [style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem cat: here

[Fawn]

[style=font-family:Almendra SC; font-size:54px;]Lionstep

Today's The Day.

Even though only one white and ginger-pointed cat was officially considered his apprentice, there was no stopping the swell of pride and good intentions that filled the TreeClan deputy. Approaching the Wild Flower Clearing, and the members of TigerClan there waiting for him, he could already smell a mouse hidden somewhere amongst the meadow flowers, but did not switch paths to pursue it. He'd already hunted for the Clan - this was their time now. Spotting Noblepaw right away, Lionstep quickened his pace, the warmth of the early morning sun making his pelt glow like golden fire, his head held high as he came into their line of view.

"Glad to see everyone looking eager," mewed the massive tom, his overly large paws flattening a small clump of clovers where he stood. "Remember to work together, not against each other, and cheating will not be tolerated. Though you each have individual talents to pride yourselves upon, remember that a Clan is not just one cat, but many, who take pride in the abilities of all it's members." Lionstep allowed himself a smile, looking at even Noblepaw with a father's fondness.
"You have until sunset to catch as much as you can. Good luck, TigerClan. May the prey run slow, and may you all have the speed of LeopardClan."

OOC: START! Have fun guys!
Posting Order: Noblepaw, Duskpaw, Foxpaw.

[Fawn]

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A shiver ran from the tip of her tail right down to her nose. Duskpaw had been about to greet Noblepaw with her own cheerful, exhilerated mew - even more cheerful considering Noblepaw was being so friendly - when the TreeClan deputy had showed up. Even though he was a lot larger than any cat here, his appearance had still been somewhat of a surprise. Mousebrain, you knew he was coming! Dipping her head respectfully to Lionstep, she acknowledged inwardly that this competition had her a bit...jumpy since she'd first rolled out of her nest that morning. Wanting to do well, the tortoiseshell tabby and white she-cat was feeling a little bit of pressure in her determination to impress not just the TreeClan deputy, her Clanmates, but the cat she had affection for as well.
Though his bossy attitude before had rubbed her fur the wrong way, Duskpaw had been able to play it off as nerves - they certainly had a good reason to feel nervous. This challenge was going to push them harder than any assessment ever could, and Duskpaw was both frightened by that and delighted as she could possibly be. At last, she could prove herself to TreeClan and to Noblepaw!
Smiling at Lionstep's words, she briefly addressed him in a sincere mew. "Thanks, Lionstep." Stealing a glance to Foxpaw and Noblepaw, the dappled she-cat flexed her paws, stretching her front limbs forward, her tail curling into a question-mark shape as she limbered up.
"You two ready?"

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[Insidious]

[STYLE=font-family:arial black; font-weight:bold; color:#000000; font-size:40px; letter-spacing:-7px; line-height:30px]Foxpaw ofTreeClan[/style][STYLE=font-family=ms gothic; letter-spacing:5px; font-size:12px; line-height:10px; margin-bottom:4px; margin-top:3px;]8 Moon Apprentice[/style]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-top:1px solid #000000; width:450px;][STYLE=margin-top:5px; float:left; width:100px; height:100px; border:4px solid #000000; margin-right:7px; margin-bottom:2px;][/style][STYLE=font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; line-height:10px; margin-top:4px; margin-bottom:5px;] As Foxpaw approached the flowered meadow within view of her calculating eyes, she stole a glance with Noblepaw whom was already present. The Deputy's apprentice seemed quite eager to begin, which, could be expected from the young tom. Nearing the gray-and-white TreeClan apprentice, Foxpaw sat in content silence for a moment until the voice of Noblepaw was detected within her eardrums. Morning, Duskpaw, Foxpaw. Ready to go? Were his exact words, a reflex forcing Foxpaw to twist her head sideways and lock eyes with Duskpaw before she returned her gray-green gaze to the TigerClan leader. A subtle nodding motion was performed by Foxpaw's honey, dark brown striped head, her thin furred tail swishing outwardly in acknowledgment toward Noblepaw's greeting. "Ready.” Was the only word Foxpaw willingly summoned. Perhaps from the perspective of Noblepaw or Duskpaw, Foxpaw was being her usual self as of now: secluded from communication and self-reliable. She saw nothing wrong with those two factors, but regardless of how Foxpaw saw it, she completely understood that these challenges very well could require team work in some shape or form; the real question was whether or not Foxpaw would manage to meet those standards. Just as her thoughts were beginning to snowball to an un-necessary point, the familiar golden pelt of Lionstep was caught approaching through the corner of Foxpaw's attentive stare. She slightly jerked her figure to be facing the Deputy's positioning, ears pulling forward as he addressed Foxpaw and the two other members of TigerClan present. Remember to work together, not against each other. Was the very sentence Foxpaw expected Lionstep to announce, because, if anything, an issue of TigerClan would be how the trio would manage working as one. Foxpaw alone was abnormally on edge; extra wary. It wasn't that she didn't trust Noblepaw and Duskpaw, more so, that she was just somewhat uncomfortable; out of her element, even. Foxpaw wasn't quite sure what she currently thought of the two, even more importantly, she wasn't sure how they saw her. Even though they were just fellow apprentices... Foxpaw felt the same familiar drive to assure they were thoroughly impressed. Giving her head a reassuring shake, Foxpaw snapped back to reality just as Lionstep finished addressing the trio, being just in time to hear the vocals of Duskpaw asking if Noblepaw and herself were ready to begin. Foxpaw offered a half-smile, shifting her weight upon all fours' with one swift notion. “That all depends if you're ready.” Though short, it was likely the longest sentence Foxpaw had ever spoken to another. With the subtle twitch of her left ear and the swish of her feathered tail, Foxpaw began maneuvering her way toward where she considered her hunting would be at its highest success point, sparing a glance over her shoulders to assure Noblepaw and Duskpaw were close by, just in case they had something else to add before the three began their hunting challenge.[/style][STYLE=border-top:1px solid #282828; width:450px; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:10px; background-color:#000000; color:#E0C533; float:left; padding:3px; width:200px; border-bottom:1px #000000 solid;][/style][STYLE=border-top:1px solid #282828; width:450px; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:10px; background-color:#000000; color:#282828; float:right; padding:3px; width:238px; border-bottom:1px #000000 solid;][/style]

[Phoenix]

[atrb=border,0,true]	sincerely, noblepaw the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul
[CS=2] Duskpaw and Foxpaw arrived one after the other, with the latter trailing the former slightly. Duskpaw seemed excited enough, just as much as he was, and Noblepaw gave her a nod. Nervousness curled in the pit of his stomach, small and easy to ignore, but there all the same. And there was no reason for it, something that frustrated him. He was a good hunter; he could catch any amount of prey when he set his mind to it, he was sure. He had absolutely nothing to worry about, and yet that nervousness still existed, persistent. Noblepaw took in a deep breath, just as Lionstep approached the group. The large deputy was as calm as ever, perhaps the only one of the three of them who could manage to stand still. He carried himself with the pride befitting of a deputy of TreeClan, gaining Noblepaw's somewhat grudging respect. With a calm, almost paternal tone, the grown feline gave them some last minute advice. His first instinct was to immediately ignore whatever Lionstep told them - I can do this on my own. I don't need his help. - but the anxiety in his gut had added a tiny bit of sense to Noblepaw's large head. Instead of following through with his first thought, the gray and white apprentice merely nodded at the deputy, steadily holding the older tom's gaze when it met his. I'll lead TigerClan to victory, just you wait. Flexing his claws, Noblepaw dismissed Lionstep the instant he was done speaking, turning his complete attention to the two she-cats. All business, he meowed briskly, "If we're all ready, then we might as well begin like he said. So we don't run into each other, I divided the clearing into thirds, and the idea is that we stick to our third. Foxpaw, you can take the far right side of the clearing, from that stone-" He gestured with his tail to the landmark -onward." From what he had gathered of said apprentice, Noblepaw found that she was a rather independant she-cat, preferring to work on her own. "Duskpaw," He turned to the other she-cat, "you'll have the middle section. It's from Foxpaw's stone to the old tree over there, with the twisted branches. I'll take the left half of the meadow." Finished and satisfied with their areas, Noblepaw addressed both of them at the same time. "You won't need it, but good luck anyway. This is the first step to TigerClan's victory. Let's go." Without another look over his shoulder, the gray and white tom separated himself from the group and disappeared into the meadow.
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[CS=2] i am the closest thing to god so worship me and never stop [style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem cat: here

[Fawn]

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Duskpaw grinned at the other she-cat's enthusiasm. She may not have known her very well, but Duskpaw liked to think that they could eventually become friends. Her head whipped around, however, when their team leader began to dole out chunks of the Wild Flower Meadow, instructing everyone to keep to their designated area. Leader of TigerClan...Noblestar, right? Whiskers twitching with girlish amusement, Duskpaw wisely kept that to herself. She admired Noblepaw for so many reasons - but his ability to get a swelled head wasn't one of them. The last thing they needed was a severely over confident team leader. An encouraging one, however, would suit them both just fine.

As she padded forward to the area Noblepaw had indicated, she gave her two other teammates a supportive nod, her mind wandering not to all the juicy mice she planned to catch, but how Dawnpaw was doing. It had been to her delight and slight worry that she'd seen Dawnpaw's apparent change in personality; she wasn't cowering at the idea of fighting against Noblepaw, Foxpaw and her sister, she was looking forward to it, it seemed.
Where did you get all that confidence from, Dawnpaw? She mused, staying downwind and scenting for her first possible catch of the morning. It must be from Lionstep. Now that Duskpaw thought about it, the great golden deputy was probably the perfect fit for her sometimes shy, energetic and bright-hearted twin sister. He seemed forever supportive, like a father figure. A twinge of jealousy hit Duskpaw's heart at that moment, but so too did the scent of mouse crash into her, the sound of it's tiny blood-beat already picked up. Ears perking, the tortoiseshell and white tabby crouched forward, her weight distributed evenly, pawsteps exceptionally light as she concentrated all her efforts on not making a sound.

Duskpaw was even holding her breath, as she at last located the morsel. Cute rounded ears listening for danger, the mouse was busy chewing on a fallen seed a bird must have dropped nearby, it's string-thin tail held off to the side. Duskpaw didn't have time to marvel at it's cuteness. Instead, shifting her weight to her haunches, she sprang forward like the true huntress she was, stunning the mouse with a swift pawstrike and finishing it off with a noiseless bite. Triumphant, she didn't stop to savor her first catch of the day, instead she simply set it aside and covered it with some wild flowers and grass, then moved on.

OOC: First Chance: Hit. First Color: Green.

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[Insidious]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-top:1px solid #000000; width:450px;][STYLE=margin-top:5px; float:left; width:100px; height:100px; border:4px solid #000000; margin-right:7px; margin-bottom:2px;][/style][STYLE=font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; line-height:10px; margin-top:4px; margin-bottom:5px;] Foxpaw swiveled her ears in Noblepaw's direction as the TigerClan leader distributed hunting locations for Duskpaw and herself. As her own name was detected, alongside the sight of the gray-and-white tom's tail gesturing her utmost attention to a stone nearby, Foxpaw's gray-green gaze instantaneously began to examine the general area her assigned territory provided. It wasn't necessarily offering high amounts of shelter to avoid the plain sight of her targeted prey, though, the meadow's flowers offered enough concealment that with a careful step and crouched stance she could very well possibly make do. Satisfied with her observation, Foxpaw's head performed a swift nod to signal to Noblepaw her given area was suitable. Twisting her neck at a side angle to spare a glance at the two fellow TreeClan apprentices, Foxpaw's small jaw curved into a light grin before her elegant – yet cautious – paws motioned toward where the petite flowers sickly sweet aroma offered mild coverage of her own fragrance, a fit amount of time being available for Foxpaw to take advantage of and perhaps even seek out her first prey of choice. Silently, her small nose wrinkled as a portion of the air was absorbed into the depths of her sharpened senses. The somewhat faint scent of a young mouse lingered, her ears pulling forward as to not miss potential missteps on the creature's part. The tiny heartbeat of the rodent was clear with every small shuffle of its feet; the very life of the mouse depending on how carefully Foxpaw was able to approach. The tempting flesh of the miniature prey caused Foxpaw's tongue to briefly outline her lips, only seconds more spent before it recoiled back into its lethal chamber. This prey wasn't meant to be eaten, after this – hopefully successful – catch, more hunting would need to be done straight away so Foxpaw could have any hope of becoming victorious. The tabby apprentice's thoughts were growing increasingly distracting, be ridding of them with an emotionless blink as to re-focus her attention upon airy steps. After what seemed an eternity, but really was only a minute or so, the mouse's thin tail was captured within Foxpaw's view, the rest of it's small, yet quick, figure disguised under the flower's various petals as it likely searched for a meal. Foxpaw's g ray-green eyes focused in; it was the perfect opportunity to strike while the mouse was preoccupied. Foxpaw applied pressure to her hind limbs, preparing her lean body for a precise spring. Her thin furred tail of honey, dark brown striped fur swished mildly with the small breezes out of pure anticipation. With one final calculation, Foxpaw's hind legs unleashed their built of energy to jolt forward and land atop of the – now crushed – flower. The mouse, in an attempt of frantic escape, struggled beneath Foxpaw's weight only for her pointed teeth to puncture into the mouse's spinal chord and achieve a brutal snap. Contentment laced across Foxpaw's facial features, the successful hunt offering a pleasurable confidence boost in her abilities as she searched the landscapes for a potential space where it was least likely to be stolen by a conniving predator with savaging intentions. First Chance: Hit. First Colour: Yellow.[/style][STYLE=border-top:1px solid #282828; width:450px; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:10px; background-color:#000000; color:#E0C533; float:left; padding:3px; width:200px; border-bottom:1px #000000 solid;][/style][STYLE=border-top:1px solid #282828; width:450px; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:10px; background-color:#000000; color:#282828; float:right; padding:3px; width:238px; border-bottom:1px #000000 solid;][/style]

[Phoenix]

[atrb=border,0,true]	sincerely, noblepaw the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul
[CS=2] He had not waited to see if they had had any objections to their areas, and he had expected none. The clearing was basically the same throughout, a consistently clear area with dying foliage that provided some cover. They were non-negotiable; he would not return now to change his mind. But enough of that: Noblepaw had prey to catch. Remaining on the fringe of his little territory, he scented the air, picking out the scent of a mouse among the flowery smells of the clearing's resident weeds. Paws followed the scent and the large tom pushed his way through the flowers, careful not to give away his position. Then he saw it: a skinny, near dead thing, but prey all the same. It was scavenging for food at the bases of a couple flowers clumped together, and seemed to not realize that the food it was gathering needed to be eaten instead of hoarded for the coming Leaf-bare seasons. Even if he hadn't stumbled upon it, Noblepaw mused that it's miserable existence would have soon been extinguished due to the approaching chill. Creatures as old and skinny as that mouse would not survive long. Unsheathing his claws, he moved closer, taking one more step and leaping. Outstretched paws landed square on their target and he dug his claws into the flailing form. He lowered his head and swiftly broke it's neck with one bite, the change from life to death instantaneous. Noblepaw backed off the body, looking at it with a sneer. Really, it was a pathetic catch, but Lionstep had said nothing about their successes being memorable. He had just said that they needed to catch as much prey as possible. Making note of the area, Noblepaw dug a hole and deposited the body in there, covering with dirt before padding off again.
[CS=2] Words: 310 Notes: First chance: hit | Color: white
[CS=2] i am the closest thing to god so worship me and never stop [style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem cat: here

[Fawn]

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Just when she'd thought her recent catch had put the rest of the meadow on alert, she spied a brown and tan sparrow pecking at some fallen flower-seeds a couple of foxlengths away. Eyes narrowing, Duskpaw slid, as gracefully as she could into another hunting crouch, this time able to be a little more uneven with her weight, knowing the sparrow wouldn't hear her or see her before she got close enough to pounce. What she would have to be careful about, however, was stepping lightly, the bird more likely to detect a few heavy footfalls then it was the subtle swishing of her tail.

Watching every rustle of it's wings, every staccato rhythm it pecked upon the ground in effort to crack open a few seeds, Duskpaw again held her breath. Instinct took over at this precise moment, Noblepaw, Foxpaw and the entire competition vanishing as the feline desire to hunt down and kill for survival flooded the she-cat's system. Her tortoiseshell tabby and white coat helped her blend in with the mottled greens, whites and other colors of the meadow flowers, though she would've been even stealthier in the woods. But thinking about changing location wasn't at the forefront of her mind - not for the next ten seconds, at least. The muscles of her haunches gathering, Duskpaw shot out like an eagle swooping upon a mouse, catching the sparrow even before it had a chance to open it's wings, cutting it down with a swift bite to the throat.
Ha! What did I tell him? Didn't I say this was gonna be easy? Triumphant, Duskpaw held her tail up high like a victory flag as she brought her kill back to drop it with the other, wanting to keep everything together so she wouldn't have to hunt for it all later.

OOC: Second Chance: Hit | Color: Yellow
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[Insidious]

[STYLE=font-family:arial black; font-weight:bold; color:#000000; font-size:40px; letter-spacing:-7px; line-height:30px]Foxpaw ofTreeClan[/style][STYLE=font-family=ms gothic; letter-spacing:5px; font-size:12px; line-height:10px; margin-bottom:4px; margin-top:3px;]8 Moon Apprentice[/style]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-top:1px solid #000000; width:450px;][STYLE=margin-top:5px; float:left; width:100px; height:100px; border:4px solid #000000; margin-right:7px; margin-bottom:2px;][/style][STYLE=font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; line-height:10px; margin-top:4px; margin-bottom:5px;] Foxpaw located a suitable spot to place her captured mouse, swiftly placing the blood stained creature into a small indent of land that she covered with nearby leaves of choice. With a gentle nod of approval, the tabby apprentice pivoted on her heels to begin stalking her next target. It wasn't too long before the scent of squirrel intoxicated her nasal cavities, instinctively causing her head to tilt upward and scan the trees for any trace of the creature since it was common knowledge that the species dwelled there most often. Silently advancing forward, her observant, gray-green eyes searched left and right, up and down and everything in between to pinpoint the furry brown mammal's positioning. Shortly after her search began, the creature was noticed – to her surprise – upon the ground, likely in search of nuts to store for an approaching leaf bare. Foxpaw wasn't entirely certain whether or not a captured squirrel would be impressive or not, but either way, she saw it as worth a shot. Gingerly progressing toward the mammal; Foxpaw was extra careful as to not misplace her small paws. Crouching lower to the terrain to minimize her chances of being seen, Foxpaw widened her attentive eyes, focusing directly upon the bundle of matted brown fur. The squirrel's back was to Foxpaw, crouching down as it sniffed the blades of grass and salvaged up what would be an appropriate amount of food in the animal's eyes. Taking one last cautious step forward, Foxpaw swung her haunches back and fourth before springing forward like a coiled snake with intentions of striking with a poisonous bite. Landing merely a mouse-length, if that, from the creature, Foxpaw shuffled her front paws wildly with a lucky slap down upon it's tail. The petite-sized squirrel squirmed frightfully as she dug her claws into the mammal's tail, quickly placing her jaws around the squirrel's neck to end its life with a sharp, throat piercing bite. Victorious once again, Foxpaw's confidence flowed from her presence as she lifted her tail pridefully. Turning around to return to where the mouse was buried in hopes of placing the squirrel with it. Second Chance: Hit. Second Colour: Black.[/style][STYLE=border-top:1px solid #282828; width:450px; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:10px; background-color:#000000; color:#E0C533; float:left; padding:3px; width:200px; border-bottom:1px #000000 solid;][/style][STYLE=border-top:1px solid #282828; width:450px; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:10px; background-color:#000000; color:#282828; float:right; padding:3px; width:238px; border-bottom:1px #000000 solid;][/style]

[Phoenix]

[atrb=border,0,true]	sincerely, noblepaw the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul
[CS=2] One down, many more to go. Though the scrawny mouse was no where near an impressive catch, it was one all the same, and a success was just the way Noblepaw wanted to start off the hunting portion of the competition. He wanted the morning to be one success after the other, until he caught the every single piece of prey in his section of the meadow. With the creatures out preparing for leaf-bare, it seemed like a very real possibility. His team would win the hunting challenge, and he himself would catch the most prey of all of the apprentices. Bursting with confidence in his own abilities, Noblepaw allowed himself a moment to smirk at his surroundings, already imagining the taste of victory, before forcing himself to focus once more. He had to get there first. A small squeaking sound attracted the apprentice's attention, and a gray and white head swivelled around to face the direction of the sound. Flowers parted as the tom quietly pushed through them, lowering himself to the ground as he did so. The motion was instinctual now, very easy and fluid as a result of moons of practice. Now where was that mouse? Ahh, there it is. And they were actually shrews, a pair of them, with their little forepaws digging in the dirt. They had yet to notice him. Knowing that they would become aware of his presense soon, Noblepaw sized up the pair. He was fairly certain that he was capable of catching both, but he decided that his main target would be the rounder one on the right. Bunching up his legs, the apprentice threw himself forward, landing squarely on top of his target. Quickly slashing at the neck and feeling his claws make contact, Noblepaw left the dying shrew where it lay, thrashing in silence as it choked on its own blood, and turned his attention to the shrew's companion. It had fled, and up ahead he could see the hole that it was aiming for. Claws lashed out, catching the prey on its side purely by luck, the force of his blow shoving the shrew to the side and stunning it. Taking advantage of his chance, Noblepaw pinned the skinnier shrew with a paw, breaking its neck with a swift bite. Quiet paws carried the tom back to the other shrew, which now lay still and silent, finally out of its misery. Carefully, the apprentice bent his head and picked up the other one. Retracing his steps, he planned to bury the skinnier shrew with the mouse from before. He would bury the bloody one seperately, in case the scent of blood, which now lingered in the air, attracted any unwanted predators.
[CS=2] Words: 460 Notes: Second chance: hits | Color: red
[CS=2] i am the closest thing to god so worship me and never stop [style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem cat: here

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F5DEB3; width: 480px; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 60px; border-top: 1px dotted #bfbfbf; border-right: 1px dotted #bfbfbf;] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 55px; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 30px; color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #c1c1c1; width: 370px;]DUSKPAW OF TREECLAN[/style] [STYLE=background-color: FFF5EE; color: FF6347; text-align: right; width: 340px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -35px; border-top: 1px dotted #c1c1c1;] TREECLAN - 6 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-faceicon_zps55f17309.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: right; margin-top: -80px;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-dappledfuricon_zps7a8db1a9.jpg); width: 70px; height: 70px; border-top-right-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; border-bottom-left-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: left; margin-top: -24px;] [/style] [STYLE=text-transform: lowercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; width: 260px; color: FFA500; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 80px;]❝ LONG LIVE THE WALLS WE CRASHED THROUGH ALL THE KINGDOM LIGHTS SHINED JUST FOR ME AND YOU I WAS SCREAMING LONG LIVE ALL THE MAGIC WE MADE AND BRING ON ALL THE PRETENDERS ONE DAY, WE WILL BE REMEMBERED ❤ ❞[/style] [STYLE= background-color: FFF5EE; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; border-top: 3px solid #cacaca; border-bottom: 3px solid #cacaca; color: FF6347; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; -moz-border-top-right-radius: 30px;] The wind carried with it a faint scent of blood, and Duskpaw frowned, looking around over the long flowery stalks and clumps of clover to spy where her Clanmates had bounded off to. Some unknown thing insisted that it was Noblepaw who was the likely cause for the slight tang to the air, and for a split second, Duskpaw was torn between going to check it out and continuing hunting. On one paw, even if he had hurt himself, Duskpaw was certain he'd never ask for help, not unless he was dying. On the other paw, it probably wasn't even his blood. Squaring her shoulders and dropping into another hunting crouch, Duskpaw tried to block it from her senses, wishing she could close her nostrils like she could fold down her ears. This time, finding another sparrow or mouse was a little more time-consuming - apparently she wasn't the only one that had smelt the blood from Noblepaw's kill. Feeling a little exasperated, Duskpaw set to wandering, listening intently for even the faintest scratching or pecking sound - until a baby shrew darted out in front of her in panic. Normally she didn't go for baby animals, but the Clan had to be fed - and this competition had to be won - so Duskpaw gave chase, running it down, stunning and killing it with ease. It was hardly worth a bite, but she brought it back to her cache anyway. Another small brown bird had distracted her along the way though, and Duskpaw had abandoned the baby shrew in favor of larger, less-guilt-inducing prey, and she silently struck the bird down, storing both pieces of fresh kill for later. There, now to go see how the others were doing. Making sure to kick extra grass over the cache, Duskpaw padded off first in the direction of Foxpaw, honestly wondering if the she-cat had stuck to her designated area or ended up wandering further away. She'd check on Noblepaw last - Duskpaw didn't want to risk his ire by accidentally interrupting him during a hunt. OOC: Third Chance: Hits. Third Color: Violet. Done. [/style] [STYLE= arial narrow; text-align: right; color: f6f6f6; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #a5a5a5; margin-top: -30px; font-style: italic;]I SEE THE LIGHT, ZACHARY LEVI & MANDY MOORE[/style] [STYLE=color: 514854; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right;]TAG ⋆ whoever. NOTES ⋆ here. CREDITS ⋆ rayah! of btn[/style]

[Insidious]

Foxpaw ofTreeClan

8 Moon Apprentice

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-top:1px solid #000000; width:450px;] OOC: Sorry for the wait, guys. D: . I should have more activity very soon! On Sunday, I think I'll be able to post more often. :3. Don't hold me to that, though. xD. The Hunting Challenge was just about at its finishing point; Foxpaw was determined to get at least one more catch in, too. Slithering forwardly with airy paw steps upon the terrain, Foxpaw's lean, tabby-coated figure was crouched low to the ground as her gray-green eyes zoomed in upon yet another mouse. Her eyes were un-blinking, her entire being still; frozen. The very second the mouse seemed mildly distracted was the very second Foxpaw took advantage of. Springing forward like the predator she naturally was, claws dug into the small prey's body, hooking beneath the tender flesh to minimize its chance of escape. As to not cause the mouse more pain than necessary, Foxpaw's jaws snapped closed around the mouse's spine like a bear trap, the result being an immediate death, and overall end to the Hunting Challenge for the youthful apprentice. Confident in her sucess, Foxpaw began trotting back to the location of her other captured prey, the mouse dangling loosely from her mouth, clumps of its bloody, matted fur clinging into her two rows of sharp teeth. From there, she'd perhaps consider locating the other two apprentices to see how their success had unfolded. Third Chance: Hit. Third Colour: White. [/style][STYLE=border-top:1px solid #282828; width:450px; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:10px; background-color:#000000; color:#282828; float:right; padding:3px; width:238px; border-bottom:1px #000000 solid;]

[Phoenix]

[atrb=border,0,true]	sincerely, noblepaw the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul
[CS=2] A paw scooped a thicker layer of dirt over the small, bloody body, burying it in its shallow grave. Even with the barrier between it and the air, Noblepaw could still smell some lingering blood scent, though it had lessened. He wished for a breeze to pick up, to send the smell flying away on the air currents. Preferably toward the Great Maple. Patting down the area once more, Noblepaw wandered away from the place to fresher air. Perhaps the scent had not spread as far as he had imagined. But he had to stop focusing on that now. He had more prey to catch. And there it was. Right on the fringe of the clearing, a robin hopped around the base of an old tree, no doubt searching for worms. The apprentice had not been expecting this find, and froze upon seeing it, not daring to breathe. As the bird turned away, he carefully lowered himself to the ground, ears hypersensitive to any noise. Green eyes focused on the robin as he crept forward, slowly, silently. Paws carried him within pouncing range, and he leapt, claws unsheathed. It was not the clean hit and kill he had been hoping for. His claws hit the wing of the creature as it took to the skies, considerably slowing its ascent. In an instant, Noblepaw righted himself and jumped up after the bird. Determination shone in his eyes as he batted it back down with a paw. Twisting in midair, the tom instinctively swung his tail around to keep his balance and landed on just behind the bird, which lay stunned on the forest floor. With the speed of a snake, he struck, pinning the bird as he bit its neck. Blood racing, the tom raised his head with his prize, feeling like the most powerful cat in the forest. This would be a story to tell.
[CS=2] Words: 315 Notes: Third chance: hit | Color: green done
[CS=2] i am the closest thing to god so worship me and never stop [style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem cat: here