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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 15:56:22 GMT -5
 x warrior of rainclan x
Early mornings were his favorite time of day for various reasons, the first being that there was something mystical about stepping out of ones den into the quiet camp, not a sound emitted from his still dozing clanmates as they rested for a few moments longer. The only noise to reach his pointed ears were bird songs whistled high above in the trees and the rustling of branches reverberating throughout the camp as a cool wind swept over them. Honeywisp's pale maw opened wide in a yawn, his tongue lolling out comically as he stretched his slim forelegs out before him, claws clicking along on the ground as each popped from their sheath in a languid stretch.
The second reason he enjoyed the early mornings was something a bit less tangible. Throughout the day as he did his duties and moved about his mind was focused on his tasks and the comings and goings of his clan, but for these few precious seconds he could focus on his scattered thoughts. Each morning he collected them, sorted them about in his head, mulled over some of them and generally cleaned out the den that was his mind. Sometimes he thought of his deceased sisters and wondered what life might have been if they had been warriors with him. Other times his concerns drifted to his parents, senior warriors soon to be made elders and retire to the den where he'd visit frequently but still find himself wishing for the days of his kithood where life was simple and both were prominent figures in his life.
One such thought that prodded insistently at the back of his head as of late was his own life. He was well into his warrior life, the stocky and fluffy form of his apprentice years had since worn away into the sturdy and sleek form he had now, but aside from his usual clan duties he had no real ambitions. Did he want to sire kits one day? Did he want to aspire to be a deputy or even consider a path in medicine? Hastily he scratched the last thought from his mind with a flick of the ear. Hardly. He had no real interest in herbs and the like. Then with a mental scowl he checked off deputy as well. Such a lofty goal. Not really his thing. What he did know is that he WOULD like to be a father one day, but love was just as fleeting as the mornings and he vaguely wondered if he'd ever meet the right she-cat anyways...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 16:36:04 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw also relished the early morning light, he always had enjoyed the freedom to work on his own agenda. The clan required much in the way of dedication, the territory needed to be patrolled and the queens, kits and elders needed to be fed. To be a truly productive clan member one needed to be a morning cat, and Blizzardclaw was pleased to see his former apprentice awake as well. This common interest had made them a good pair, even though their had been trials that neither of them could have foreseen. Blizzardclaw could honestly say he was proud of Honeywisp despite not being the strongest apprentice he had ever trained for the clan, he had experienced true darkness in his life.
The senior warrior found this darkness easy to relate to, and he felt it had helped him grow even more respect for his Honeywisp in his last days as an apprentice. He was strong willed and had perceived to become a respectable warrior in his own right, Blizzardclaw hadn't known it then but they would both have their setbacks and he considered Honeywisp a friend. He wasn't sure if the feeling was mutual however, as he was known for his unorthodox training methods. Many would call his approach extreme, but he knew it was the key to created the best warriors the clan would ever see. If being the best warrior in Rainclan was not an apprentices dream however Blizzardclaws' training was an awkward and possibly terrifying experience.
Refusing to let these qualms slow him down he ventured over to the lounging tom and ventured a greeting, "Morning Honeywisp." He finished with a kind tone and polite dip of his head. Perhaps they would spend a morning together as they had often so many moons ago.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 17:00:20 GMT -5
x warrior of rainclan x
If there were one cat he was torn on how he should feel about then it would be his old mentor, Blizzardclaw. The tom had been fairly difficult to deal with, especially given how much trouble Honeywisp caused in his youth, but he always liked to think they were friends in a general sense of the word. Even if the two rarely talked much anymore outside speaking of duties. Silently the golden tom watched the older warrior stroll forward and was slightly taken aback by his sudden greeting. It was different, if not a pleasant change in pace than the usual silent company ordeal. "Good morning to you as well, Blizzardclaw!", the tom responded with perhaps a touch more enthusiasm than was expected but his polite tone did not falter. Shifting to his paws he re-positioned himself where the older tom had enough room to sit down before the freshkill pile as well.
While his apprenticeship had been a rather unhappy time of his life, he still accepted it as being part of his being now. As much as he wished it would simply go away that didn't change the fact it would not and that he would carry it with him through life. This included the senior warrior himself as well and while they did butt heads on occasion that didn't make him think any less of the other. If anything the desire to train a new warrior for the clan even against said to-be warrior's foolishness, was an admirable trait. When Honeywisp received an apprentice of his own he hoped he'd managed half as well as Blizzardclaw had with him. "It's been rather slow lately hasn't it?" And it had been somewhat despite the obvious tension between RainClan and NightClan. The tabby only hoped nothing escalated anytime soon. Peace was a gift, war was a tragedy. "How are you faring? Cuffed any new apprentices upside the head?" His attempt at jest was followed up by an awkward purr of laughter. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 18:21:09 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw grinned pleased to be receiving kind feedback from Honeywisp, this was expected but welcomed none the less. "They haven't let me bat anycat around since you." Blizzardclaw replied with a purr of amusement continuing to joke. "Everything must seem slow since my training..." Since Honeywisp had become a warrior Blizzardclaw had never seen him be anything less than kind to any Rainclan cat he had interacted with, which made him one of the clans nicest cats by a long margin. He reminded the senior warrior of Russethawk, although he seemed to be far less goofy. As the younger warrior moved to make room for Blizzardclaw at the fresh kill pile he happily accepted the kind gesture and plopped down beside him. He began to poke through the pile of prey wondering if any of it would trigger his appetite, at the moment he wasn't even positive he wanted breakfast at all.
"Any big plans for today?" He asked absentmindedly as he sifted through the pile, positive he wasn't eating but happy to keep his paws moving. The white striped warrior had been working hard to build friendships, as he never had before in the past. He considered Honeywisp to be the closest thing he had to a friend before his change of heart, so Blizzardclaw thought a quiet camp and a bit a free time was the perfect place to start.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2015 18:56:25 GMT -5
 Warrior of RainClan || 24 Moons || Tom
"Perhaps Razorstar wishes to spare the fragile apprentices the full brunt of your wrath." The golden feline responded with a lighthearted chuckle, his own bright eyes glancing over the pile but not moving to retrieve anything from it. He rarely bothered to eat before he went hunting, a little bit of hunger kept the edge on and further inspired him to put forth his best paw. He did, however, regret bringing up Razorstar a tad. Honeywisp was fairly certain his old mentor and the leader had a bit of a spat going on last he heard of. The tabby tom could recall with stark clarity the deputy announcement that had placed Timberwing as Razorstar's right paw, he could also recall a flicker of something other than stoic indifference across the older warrior's face during said ceremony. It might have been due to the fact he had been apprentice to the other, but he felt he could tell-if only just-when something was off with Blizzardclaw's thoughts. Or perhaps he had just misinterpreted it all, he was known for making assumptions.
He, like his old mentor, was studious to ones duties and didn't make many enemies. The difference between them was that the senior warrior didn't make many friends either. While Honeywisp wouldn't claim to be best pals with anyone, he did know his clanmates enough to call them acquaintances. Realizing he had fallen silent in his musings the cheerful tom quickly claimed a small mouse from the pile to stuff in his mouth as distraction while he reoriented his thoughts. "Plans? Me? Harddlllyyyyy~" He sang out, swallowing the tiny parcel of prey before swiping his tongue about his maw. "I was thinking about doing a bit of hunting soon, but the morning is still young. I caught the dawn patrol the other day so I doubt I'll be asked to go again, so that means I'll be left to my own devices for the most part." Usually he just pestered any cat he saw heading out of camp to see if he could join them on various patrols, assist in training an apprentice or even hunt as a team.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 18:17:24 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw grinned at Honeywisps' good nature, something he didn't have a chance to see for a while during his apprenticeship. He had deduced long ago however that the young warrior had made a full recovery, and was much stronger than he had been before. Blizzardclaw had almost thought he was 'better' than he was before once, but a quick realization that tragedy broke a cat and could never be fully mended came over him. Waiting his turn Blizzardclaw replied finally taking his interest off the freshkill pile and putting it souly on Honewisp, "We spend plenty of time on our own devices these days don't we?"
Before the senior warrior would have taken time to practice his 'tricks' as he had come to call them; deception was his greatest ally on the battlefield and he had happily re-designated 'battle moves' to something he found more appropriate. However he was raging an inner battle, desperate to improve himself as he always had as it was all he had known. Pushing him equally from the other side of the spectrum was his need to create worthwhile relationships in the clan, and in that moment there was a crack in his brain as the forces pushing on each idea eventually became too much. The ideas were crushed to form a single new thought, 'Include him in your practice'. It wasn't the worst idea he could come up with, and it seemed to lessen the torn feelings he was harboring by indulging the simple philosophy of 'why not both'?
"Perhaps you want to come practice with me then?" He ventured hoping he wouldn't be turned down, as he would have to start over from square one trying desperately to find an answer that would lessen his inner turmoil. "I'm sure Razorstar wants to spare the fragile apprentices the full brunt of my wrath..." Blizzardclaw said emulating Honeywisp, never losing his grin, "Perhaps he will let me terrorize the warriors in their place."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 14:58:17 GMT -5
Warrior of RainClan || 24 Moons || Tom
It did seem like things in the clan were moving slowly, a gradual shift in seasons and weather with the occasional brush alongside NightClan at the borders. It would be impudent of him to wish something exciting would happen, he should be grateful for the peace granted to them for surely in the calm there was a storm brewing just outside where none could see. They sensed it though, a cool dread lingering at the backs of everyone's minds like a thorn wedged between ones toes.
In silence he tossed the bones from his meal into a neat pile to be disposed of later, examining the tufts of fur lingering along the bloodied calcium shards as he considered what to say next.
Fortunately for his frazzled thoughts Blizzardclaw himself broke the silence with a suggestion and a sly remark that made Honeywisp give an abrupt sneeze of surprise as he tried to quell the sudden laugh that sparked in his throat. "StarClan knows we're more durable than the poor apprentices! I suppose if it is to spare the young ones I will gladly take their place as your sparring partner for the day." A slim golden and white dipped paw lifted to try and give the senior warrior a good-natured shove on the shoulder. The slight twitch of his whiskers signified some concern over whether he was getting too comfortable with the other, he certainly hoped he hadn't crossed some invisible line. It was probably a bit of a bias from his apprenticeship. While Blizzardclaw had been tough he had only been doing his duties to train a new warrior for RainClan and even now as said warrior Honeywisp found himself walking with caution past the other. He wasn't afraid of him, nor did he want to avoid the older tom, there was just that lingering feeling he held from his apprenticehood where he strove to prove himself and wanted only approval from his mentor.
It explained why they hadn't spoken much since he was made a warrior, outside the occasional greeting and duty-related small talk, but hopefully now that would change? Even now the golden feline wanted nothing more than a notion of approval and a bit of camaraderie from his ex-mentor.
"Where to then, Blizzardclaw?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 19:49:47 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw continued to grin at the good nature of Honeywisps' response, and took the shove as an indicator that the younger tom genuinely wanted to spend time with him. Making a friend of Honeywisp was turning out to be easier than he could have ever hoped, and he was glad that he could focus on having a good time as appose to trying hard to gain a companion. He was given the stage to determine where their practice session would take place, and he could think of no better place than the sandbar. It was where he had taken Honeywisp when his training had first begun, he was taught to swim there just as Blizzardclaw had been many moons prior. Memories of a time fairly far off filled Blizzardclaws mind as he remember the other catching his first fish like so many apprentices had before him.
"Well I think the sandbar should be fairly quiet right now, I don't think any apprentices are up training before dawn... not everyone can be like us." He joked, taking a moment to regret how little thought he had put into his decision. What if Honeywisp was offended that he wanted to take him to the sandbar like an apprentice? Surely he didn't assume Blizzardclaw hadn't accepted the legitimacy of his warrior title? He didn't dare take it back now, he would wait patiently looking for any sign he had offended the other tom. A wave of anxiety came crashing over him as he feared wrecking an encounter that had been going so well up to this point.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 23:21:26 GMT -5
Warrior of RainClan || 24 Moons || Tom
'Well, I think the sandbar should be fairly quiet right now'
The Sandbar. He hadn't been there in some time. Honeywisp had no apprentice of his own to train nor did he go there to train on his own accord, so he really had no reason to visit the place at all, but it did have some good memories attached to it. With almost startling clarity he recalled the first time he'd ever gone in the water, how he'd been stricken at first but had come to love the rush of the river swirling around him. The warrior was silent, an almost bemused smile on his maw as he fell to the grips of nostalgia. His first fish had been a small silver dart of a thing he'd barely managed to snatch from the rippling current, he'd been so proud of it to the point he wanted to keep it as a trophy but of course one could not waste food.
His golden eyes refocused as he clambered back out of the world of his memories and he eyed Blizzardclaw, who had seemed to stiffen in face of his silence, as he delicately rose to his paws. "That sounds great actually, I haven't been there in moons." His last visit had been after he had healed from the fox attack that had claimed the lives of his sisters, he'd gone there alone to stare into the water and contemplate matters. There was something soothing about starring into the viscous pool and thinking of what lay beneath the depths, it had spurned a sort of innate desire to live somewhere in the back of his mind. He'd died that day with his sisters, some part of him left with them to StarClan but it had learned and returned once he'd made his decision to continue to serve his clan.
"Let's race there!" A sudden burst of enthusiasm rushed through him and he turned to bound towards the edge of camp like an excited apprentice on their first outing.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2015 11:50:27 GMT -5
After what could be described as a painfully long silence Honeywisp agreed to Blizzardclaw's proposal and a wave of relief washed over the senior warrior. He had been afraid that the lack of speech from the younger had been due to a suddenly introduced thread of awkwardness sewn in by Blizzardclaw oh so delicately, paranoia keeping him from noticing the smile that had found it's way to the younger cats maw. In his relieved state Blizzard was in no way ready for Honeywisp to declare a race and quickly dart towards the camps entrance, he stared on letting the younger warrior increase his lead even more steadily. Finally standing he bowed deeply experiencing an invigorating stretch which allowed a vertebrae to pop audibly; his age was beginning to show as he was no longer the well oiled machine he had been many moons ago. The white warrior was creaky, and his body was fighting feeling aches and friction in points it never had before.
After pushing thoughts of old age aside and returning to a proper standing position Blizzardclaw walked calmly behind Honeywisp towards the camps entrance, he had stalled for incredibly long time for what was supposed to be a race. He didn't mind that the younger had a sizable lead, he didn't plan to catch up at all. It wasn't because Blizzardclaw didn't think he was capable of racing the golden tom, no it was in fact his dedication to composure that had trapped him clearly left in the dust. He was a senior warrior, and a professional having no plans to behave as an unwieldy apprentice ... until after he got away from the camps prying eyes. Then the race would be on. Coming upon the shallow stream that surrounded the camp he felt the anticipation grow inside him, he was going to have a lot of ground to make up. Blizzardclaw was counting on making up a sizable part of their gap in the river however, he planned to show Honeywisp how you really swim.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 15:06:03 GMT -5
Warrior of RainClan || 24 Moons || Tom
He didn't hear the other behind him yet he continued to bound gamely along through the tall river reeds. While he was a decent enough swimmer he was far from the best and so he hesitated briefly at the edge of the river and narrowed his eyes as he steeled himself to leap in.
Just as he suspected, it was freezing. His golden tabby body sailed through the air and the resulting crash down into the water stunned him momentarily, for a brief second Honeywisp opened his eyes under the water and lazily drifted beneath the current before snapping back to his senses and kicking upward. When his head broke the surface he glanced toward the shore with a lopsided smile, keeping an eye out for the pale and black-striped coat that was surely going to spring from the woods behind him at any second.
"Did I lose you, Blizzardclaw?" His sing-song voice rang out a midst a shaky laugh.
"do you need me to come back and help you across the road, old man?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2015 16:29:58 GMT -5
Honeywisp was correct to assume Blizzardclaw would soon be visible, after a few moments he burst from the cover that had hidden him from view. The senior warrior knew the layout of Rainclans' terriotiry like the back of his paw, and was able to launch himself without slowing at the perfect moment to save precious seconds of the race. He didn't waste time surfacing, knowing he would be quicker of he stayed submerged. Kicking furiously he didn't plan to lose this race to his former apprentice, especially if he was going to slow down to gloat. Honeywisp should have known Blizzardclaw better than to give him any leeway, the older warrior certainly wouldn't return the favor. After what seemed like a lifetime the white striped warrior emerged from the tide, taking in a copious amount of oxygen to ease his burning lungs. He found that he was almost at the shoreline, just as he had planned and quickly slithered up and pulled himself out ready to start the next leg of his race.
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