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Post by Hellion on Feb 24, 2015 22:42:32 GMT -5
Hawkfall
Despite knowing that he belonged in StoneClan, Hawkfall had, even at a young age, a fascination with water. Playing with Crowblaze and Heronscreeh in the nursery by splashing in the pools of water nearby. At first he didn't care for the dampness on his paws but instead enjoyed watching the ripples across the surface. The memory of those days filled his head and drew his pawsteps toward the Sky Springs. A sense of easiness filled the dark tabby tom, his gait collected and brisk, coming upon the well known area a sign of relief expanding outward into the air. His first moons of warrior hood were split between his duties and finding solace in the spring.
Regardless of who he was as a warrior, Hawkfall will forever be known as the half-clan warrior, the son of traitor. While it was apparent that StoneClan happened to be the more accepting of cats with outsider blood, he couldn't help but feel that his mother's actions put a target upon his back. It was on thing to be half-clan something entirely different to be the son of a deputy who ran away from her Clan, ignoring the fact she was fearing for her life.
Hawkfall always seemed to push himself harder to ensure that StoneClan saw him for a warrior they could be proud of and not a cat that needed his loyalty tested. Minkpaw had been that temptation but on that fateful day when she called out for his help and he turned his back on her, Hawkfall cemented his alliance and there was no going back.
Picking carefully toward a larger pool of water his pale green eyes watched the reflection, the high sun casting a shimmer across the water, making it hard to look at but he still tried. The wind around him blew lazily and that soothing feeling eased the tabby down to his belly, allowing himself to get lost in the water, his mind wandering without any direction, just peace.
I don't wanna hear about the bad blood anymore I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry? It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie?
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Post by Fawn on Feb 24, 2015 23:03:18 GMT -5
Skunkpaw 16 Moons. Apprentice in case it wasn't obvious. She-Cat. StoneClan.
The Sky Springs were not her usual haunts; something about seeing her reflection in so many pools of water put her on edge - as if she were being forced to stare deep into the still surfaces and see things she didn't want to see. Her own weaknesses, her own fears. Whatever it was, it was unwelcome. A hot, arid Green-Leaf heat brought her away from the rocky encampment StoneClan resided in - not that it took much to get her away from the camp, she was always looking for an opportunity to avoid social interaction - towards the Sky Springs, her head abuzz with the usual distracting clang of self-ridicule and pessimism. She didn't try to be a wet leaf in the mud, her personality just seemed to have evolved into that over the many moons since her birth; a familiar scent touched the she-cat's nose and she froze, nimble black paws keeping very still as she locked her gaze onto the back of a StoneClan cat. Who is that? Oh, it was Hawkfall.
They weren't exactly close. She didn't know him well, there was a good five moons' difference in their age, with the Half-Clan cat being taking seniority. If the weather had been a little cooler, she would've wordlessly turned back around and found some other place to bide her time. Having returned from a dawn patrol, paw-weary and hot, she'd simply wanted to catch a few moments' peace in a place that wasn't so heavily populated with cats. Begrudgingly, Skunkpaw edged in closer, the apprentice regarding him with a low posture, and a furtive gaze; he wouldn't expect her to talk much, would he? She didn't know what they could possibly bond over.
How about the fact that you two are both outcasts? Snapped a voice in the back of her mind, and it took all her willpower not to flatten her ears a little; it wasn't as if this was a lie. Hawkfall was Half-Clan, he was, in the opinions of some cats, never going to truly be a part of StoneClan. Skunkpaw was neither here nor there on the subject; she didn't consider it her right to judge another cat based on where they came from, mostly because the idea of trying to survive in a Clan when you weren't fully Clan born was too terrifying a scenario for her to consider. I'd probably crawl under a rock and die if that were me. Not so much out of embarrassment, but out of the negative stigma that would follow her to her grave, of living in the deep, dark shadow of the mistakes her parents had made.
Awkward, Skunkpaw raised her voice. At least he wasn't too much older than her - senior warriors always made her feel like a kitten again, and she hated that feeling. "Hello." There, she'd been polite. That was enough, wasn't it?
Word Count: 479 Words Tags: Hellion
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Post by Hellion on Feb 26, 2015 20:32:57 GMT -5
Hawkfall
The additions of a new scent had his ears rotating, then his entire head turning to the side to see the black and white pelt pattern of a known apprentice within StoneClan. Her name nearly escaped him until he noticed the some what silly stripe down her back and the name clicked in his head. Skunkpaw, she lost her family in the war." Hawkfall thought to himself, feeling a bit sorry for her. His own mother died and he wasn't even there comfort her and that was something he would always have to deal with.
Sitting up to appear a little more put together and not lost in his thoughts. Hawkfall gave a nod in greeting. "Hello Skunkpaw." He added trying to sound friendlier than he felt. It wasn't easy having to always test the waters slowly when interacting with different Clanmates that Hawkfall had developed a reflex to just be polite to escape the conversation, but perhaps this one with Skunkpaw would be different, maybe she would be different and not see him as an outcast, a traitor.
"So..um..Skunkpaw how is training going?" Hawkfall asked offhandedly, he wanted the conversation to keep going, it was nice to talk to someone and if that meant he had to work a little harder for it then he would, anything to not feel so alone anymore.
I don't wanna hear about the bad blood anymore I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry? It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie?
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Post by Fawn on Feb 26, 2015 21:02:30 GMT -5
Skunkpaw 16 Moons. Apprentice in case it wasn't obvious. She-Cat. StoneClan.
Did he actually sound happy to see her? That sort of thing threw her off guard immediately -- until her world-weary sense of cynicism piped up with a convenient stop it, he's just being polite that quelled any awkward, burgeoning ease towards Hawkfall before it could properly get started. Aware that he was just trying to make small talk, Skunkpaw chose to sit close but not close enough to display any sort of companionship between them; it took her several sunrises to properly warm up to a cat with the exception of Cricketleap - and that had a lot to do with being born into the family. If Skunkpaw had been someone else's kit and unrelated to her sweet, hyperactive sister, she probably would've avoided her at all costs and took great pains to do so; however, family was family... At least she still had her sister and Ospreywing.
As for Hawkfall... Did he have anyone? Not that it was her business. It was hardly Skunkpaw's place to be nosy. "Training is going... good. I'm--I'm going to be made a warrior soon." Her vocal cords wavered as she made up her mind on whether or not to sound proud; Fallenleaf had hinted as much, that their time together had at last drawn to a close. It was a bittersweet sort of victory for the two of them, and one Skunkpaw had accepted a lot more readily after having made the personal declaration that she would make time to spend a few sunny hours with Fallenleaf whenever she got the chance to her; her mentor was practically her only friend and, if forced to admit it, the mother figure she'd been missing since the StormClan battle. There was no way she was going to give her up - she'd rather stay an apprentice forever if the latter option was never seeing Fallenleaf again.
He probably doesn't care you're going to be a warrior, mosshead. Said that same voice in her head, and Skunkpaw tried to quell the rush of resentment over having told him; he really wouldn't have cared, but it was what she'd chosen to say to make small talk. It would be best to get the conversation off of her and back onto something they could both have a neutral conversation over. "It's Green-Leaf now," she said lamely. "Been catching a lot?" No, he's been sitting around sharpening his claws and admiring his reflection. What do you think?
Why, why did she ask such stupid questions.
Word Count: 413 Words Tags: Hellion
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Post by Hellion on Mar 9, 2015 2:29:33 GMT -5
Hawkfall
He tried not to stare at her, despite their rank difference it was her full clan status that had him feeling a bit uneasy. It wasn't that he saw her as a threat but it had been hard to fully trust those in his Clan. He kept mostly to himself, Pyrelight had been a kind she-cat to him in his early moons and grew close to her kits, Oceanstorm was a decent cat to him and while the silver tom was a bit intense for Hawkfall's natural laid back nature Hawkfall could trust him.
His green eyes eased up at the mention of her upcoming achievement. "Congratulations Skunkpaw you should be very proud of yourself, you've earned it." He praised her, trying to be as friendly as possible. Perhaps he too was being judgmental of his own Clans and until further notice he'd try to be friendly with Skunkpaw unless proved other wise. "I remember my own warrior ceremony it was right after we came back to our camp, I felt like a true warrior when they called my name." He mused aloud, but didn't mention that only a handful of cats called out his name, but that didn't need to be discussed.
Hawkfall watched her a moment and sensed a kind of uneasiness within but knew that the last thing a young warrior-to-be wanted was for their quirks to be brought to attention. Her question seemed sincere and he mused up a sincere reply. "Hunting has been alright, I've tried to bring home some birds seems like everyone likes those best." He smiled at her and gently poked the water before them, watching the ripples span across the pool of water.
I don't wanna hear about the bad blood anymore I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry? It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie?
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Post by Fawn on Mar 11, 2015 12:35:47 GMT -5
Skunkpaw 16 Moons. Apprentice in case it wasn't obvious. She-Cat. StoneClan.
I must've been just a kit when he was made a warrior. Skunkpaw mused, remembering he was at least 5 moons older than she; oh that was right, she'd just been made an apprentice to Fallenleaf. The on-goings of other cats her age hadn't really interested her, especially when the newly dubbed Hawkfall had been so much older than her; she'd stuck to Ospreypaw like tree sap for the first couple of weeks since her induction into apprenticeship. She simply hadn't given any thought to anything beyond not sucking at her new rank within the Clan, not falling behind. Well would you look at how THAT turned out? Guilt jabbed into her like a thorn stuck in her pad, and she tried to dismiss it with a flick of her ear; it wasn't Fallenleaf's fault that her warrior ceremony was being delayed, she'd never blame her for it. That was just the way things went sometimes...
Realizing she'd left Hawkfall in what was probably an awkward silence, Skunkpaw's line of sight finally settled back onto the older feline, and an apology for her rudeness got stuck in her throat somewhere along the way. What had they even been talking about? Hunting, mosshead. Right. Right, hunting. He'd said something about birds... "They're hard to catch," she confessed, hoping that was a universal problem and not just another sign of her own ineptitude. "But you're right, everyone seems to like birds." She had no intention of telling anyone, but Skunkpaw was rather partial to lizards instead of birds; despite having a brother named Ospreyclaw, prey with feathers wasn't a strong suit or a personal preference when it came time to eat.
"Have you ever caught a hawk? Would be kind of ironic, because your name is Hawkfall..." You know, like a hawk falling out of the sky... Uh oh, was that her attempt at a joke? It wouldn't have surprised the black and white she-cat if StarClan, on this perfect cloudless day, struck her with a bolt of lightning for her abysmal sense of humor and even poorer execution of a lousy joke. She should just stop opening her mouth. Really. It was making her look like an idiot.
This right here was why she didn't talk to her Clanmates. She'd rather they think she was Miss Snarky-Fangs than know she was a little less bark, a little less bite, and a whole lot of crappy social skills.
Word Count: 407 Words Tags: Hellion
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Post by Hellion on Apr 12, 2015 21:30:43 GMT -5
Hawkfall
In honesty Hawkfall didn't mind the silence that would break out between the two of them. It was a reminder that their interaction was really forced. If she didn't want to talk to him anymore she could get up say farewell and leave, there was no obligation for her to leave. Hawkfall on the other paw didn't feel like leaving, the little pools reminded him of RainClan and with the knowledge of his mother's passing still heavy in his heart he wanted to be reminded of her any way he could be. Watching the water ripple he thought of his young siblings, an idea of asking Hawkstar permission to go see them formed in his head but he pushed it aside, what leader in their right mind would allow such a thing.
Skunkpawa spoke up again and had Hawkfall turning to give his attention again. It was mostly filler words, agreeing about what he had said about everyone liking birds. He smiled and nodded, trying to ease her discomfort, maybe she was just really shy. He said to himself and decided not to bring attention to it. Her following question had laughter building in his chest and he couldn't hold it back before he was laughing out loud. If he could he'd roll on the ground laughing, Skunkpaw was really a treasure.
"I have caught my fair share of hawks. Maybe thats why I got the name." He answered with a smile, nudging her with his forepaw, trying to ease her into laughing. "I like your sense of humor." He added having finally stopped laughing and trying to bring his breathing under control. He relaxed in her company and found humor in his life that had been devoid of it for a long time.
I don't wanna hear about the bad blood anymore I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry? It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie?
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