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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2017 12:51:34 GMT -5
I need attention, feed my addiction. I want the action, satisfaction...
Jaws splitting in a wide yawn, Darkpaw paused at the RainClan border beside Cobrapaw as Blackwolf padded a short distance away to renew a scent marker, casting her fiery gaze over the border and deeper into RainClan territory. Border patrols were so boring. Nothing ever happened. And to make matters worse it was the dawn patrol, and it was along the RainClan border. Their stench nearly made her sick when all she wanted to do was curl up in her nest. Shaking out her dark coat, Darkpaw tried to wake up a little more, but it seemed a bit pointless. Unless they ran into some crazy rogue or something, no Clan cat was going to start a fight when they were half asleep. They'd probably just grumble at each other and move on, if they said anything at all.
She glanced toward the fourth and final member of their patrol, Hollystorm. She was Blackwolf's daughter, they could have perhaps been friends, if Darkpaw had any shred of respect for the older she-cat. But most of what she had witnessed of Hollystorm so far was her obsession with Sunpulse and lack of dedication to her apprentice. If she wanted to be a queen so badly she should just go do it and quit dragging Coalpaw down with her. The poor tom was 3 moons her senior and far past due for his warrior ceremony thanks to her. NightClan was down one warrior that they should rightly have by now because of her negligence.
Her gaze narrowed at the other she-cat, her temper flaring briefly in a critical hiss she did not bother trying to contain, “I feel bad for Coalpaw. He deserves way better than you. At this rate my sisters and I will be warriors before he is. If I was leader I'd have reassigned him to a better mentor ages ago.” She sniffed derisively, her tail flicking in annoyance.
I like to thrill you, I am what inspires. Let you explode in a cosmic fire. Fawn BlooRey DVD
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Post by Fawn on Jun 14, 2017 23:36:00 GMT -5
27 Moons. She-Cat. NightClan. No I won't apologize for the fire in my eyes
Coalpaw's battle with Darkpaw had been like a kick in the teeth. Hollystorm's relationship with Sunpulse had been put on hold, though she had yet to speak to him about... ending it before it had truly begun. It made the bile rise in the back of her throat, just picturing his expression when she told him of her decision - but it was something she had to do.
Hollystorm had thrown herself back into training. If Coalpaw thought he'd hated her before, he definitely hated her now. If she was assigned a patrol, she dragged Coalpaw along with her, and regardless of the time, on the way back they would hunt. If Coalpaw didn't come back with at least one piece of fresh kill, then they kept hunting until he did.
It was a harsh, accelerated teaching style, but Hollystorm was irritated. Irritated, and her emotions had been rubbed raw by her mother's death. Sympathy and 'niceness' had departed along with Ghostlight's spirit; Coalpaw had just lost his father, Dimstar, but they had all just lost someone.
Even her father's little dung-heap of an apprentice, Darkpaw.
Hollystorm had been idily renewing the scent markings - her semi-long black fur sweeping across the trunk of a pine tree with purpose - when the she-cat's irritating little voice sounded from nearby. Hollystorm's green eyes narrowed like a snake's. "If you're really that concerned, Darkpaw, feel free to take it up with Pinestar. It's really touching, how you stick your nose in places it doesn't belong."
If that stupid mouth of hers didn't get her killed prematurely. Hollystorm borrowed a little of her brother's hateful snark, picturing the she-cat meeting the wrong end of a RainClan cat's claws after mouthing off to the wrong cat. Obviously they'd avenge her death - but Hollystorm would be the last cat to complain about the loss of life.
"Are you two done bickering like elders?"
Her father's raspy growl punctured these acidic thoughts, and Hollystorm gave her pelt a good shake. There was no point in letting this little kitten get her riled up. Darkpaw was still sleeping in the apprentices' den, and as far as she was concerned, that meant her opinion mattered about as much as a pile of frog-dung.
Coalpaw was nearly ready. He would never be a champion fighter. Hollystorm had always favored hunting, personally, and it was obvious that he had a talent for it. He was shaping up. The greencough and her... negligence had delayed his warrior status. She regretted her behavior the past three moons, but she wasn't going to sink her claws into the past, refusing to let go.
She had to push forward, and she would ensure Coalpaw reached warriorhood if it was the last thing she ever did.
Let me show you my true colors It ain't your rainbow
Word Count: 458 Words Tags: @zen , Hellion (Coalpaw mention!)
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jun 17, 2017 12:13:20 GMT -5
A fierce yellow gaze skirted the surroundings as the four members of the patrol trekked along the RainClan border. At the head of the patrol was Blackwolf, Darkpaw's mentor and a well respected senior warrior of NightClan. Darkpaw was on the patrol for obvious reasons. Cobrapaw herself had been assigned to Blackwolf's patrol because Foxfern was busy as deputy of NightClan. The red-brown she-cat understood, to a degree, but was mostly placated by a promise to train extra hard when Foxfern did find the time. But you can bet your tail to the Dark Forest that Cobrapaw hated border patrols more than anything.
She wasn't sure what Hollystorm was doing on this patrol. Sure, she was Blackwolf's daughter, but in her eyes? The black furred she-cat had yet to do anything worth mentioning. Deciding to pretty much ignore her presence, Cobrapaw idly padded off as Blackwolf stopped to renew a scent marker. Her ears were pricked for the sound of prey, hoping to liven up this patrol by sinking her teeth into something. Prey would have to do, because apparently doing so to a RainClan patrol was frowned upon, unless absolutely necessary. When isn't it necessary, though. She thought to herself. They're always doing something frog-brained.
A sudden cacophony of voices had her ears snapping up and the mouse she'd been stalking darting away. With a scowl, she turned on her heels and stalked back toward the patrol. Her head was low, in line with her back as she stiffly planted one fore paw in front of the other. Her body language resembled that of a tiger, shoulders pronounced against her sleek, dark fur. If her dagger-sharp gaze didn't betray her annoyance, then her lashing tail certainly did. The object of her annoyance? Hollystorm, obviously. Whatever was happening between the two other she-cats was definitely Hollystorm's fault.
Pressing against her sister's flank as she drew to a stop, Cobrapaw stared silently at Hollystorm as Blackwolf impatiently approached. Waiting until the tom started off again and signaled for them to follow, Cobrapaw meowed flatly under her breath. "Darkpaw sticking her nose where it doesn't belong is still a thousand times more useful than you not sticking yours were it does belong."
@zen Fawn
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2017 22:24:55 GMT -5
I need attention, feed my addiction. I want the action, satisfaction...
Darkpaw's fur began to bristle at Hollystorm's suggestion that Coalpaw's training was none of her business. It was the business of every NightClan cat when one of their own was being neglected. She was about to say as much when Cobrapaw reappeared at her side and spoke first. Her fur began to lie flat once more, her littermates always a calming presence for the fiery she-cat, and when Blackwolf growled at them, she snorted derisively at Hollystorm.
She flicked her sister with her tail affectionately as she headed toward her mentor, whiskers twitching as she left her argument with Hollystorm in the past where it belonged. She really wasn't worth the time, now that she thought about it. “If any cat is acting like an elder, you'd know,” she tossed at the old tom. As often as she teased her mentor for his age, now that her father was gone... she found herself worrying about Hollowcry's old friend. Though she would never admit it, not even to herself, she was afraid to lose him as well. She hadn't really realized what he meant to her until she lost her father.
He couldn't replace Hollowcry, no cat could ever do that, but she was the closest thing she had to a father anymore. She still burned with rage every time she thought about Hollowcry, how he should have survived that stupid sickness. She plodded on along the border, allowing herself to fall back alongside her sister so their pelts could brush, reassured by the contact, and keeping her fiery gaze on her mentor as though he was about to evaporate like mist at sunhigh.
Her ears twitched and she glanced at Hollystorm, recalling that she had lost her mother as well. It seemed like every cat had lost someone important. So many dead, and nothing any of them had been able to do about it. They couldn't protect them, any of them. Flattening her ears against her head, she sped forward, ahead of the patrol, leaving the three of them behind her as she simply ran as hard as she could. Her own paws carried her, her muscles lean and hard beneath her glossy pelt, and for a few heartbeats she lost herself in the sense of her own power, reminding herself that she was strong, she wasn't helpless, and she could protect the cats she loved.
Eventually she forced herself to slow as sense returned to her. She probably shouldn't get too far ahead... it was still a patrol. She paused to stare over the border for a moment before seeking out the nearest scent marker to renew while she waited for the others to catch up. She wished a RainClan patrol would show up and start trouble, a fight would do wonders for mood, especially when the rest of her patrol showed up to utterly destroy their enemies and send them scurrying back to their camp like frightened mice. Fighting alongside Cobrapaw and Blackwolf would make the battle even better. She wouldn't even mind having to fight together with Hollystorm if she had to.
I like to thrill you, I am what inspires. Let you explode in a cosmic fire. Fawn BlooRey DVD
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Post by Fawn on Jun 24, 2017 13:10:28 GMT -5
27 Moons. She-Cat. NightClan. No I won't apologize for the fire in my eyes
Those sisters were like a rat infestation. Just when you thought there was only one, you turn around and a second one pops up. Hollystorm rolled her eyes, her ears rotating as if to catch the sound of Thornpaw stomping out of the forest next. When that proved not to be the case, Hollystorm snorted. We'll see how long that lasts.
Blackwolf grunted at that elder retort. "Keep it up and I'll shred you for bedding." Despite the harshness of his usual threats, Hollystorm could sense an underlying, gruff affection. She tried to ignore the pinpricks of jealousy in her heart. Blackwolf had repeatedly told her that she was his favorite kit among his litter with Ghostlight, but Hollystorm always had the sense that this was entirely contingent upon her success or failure as a warrior...
Darkpaw raced ahead, and Hollystorm made no efforts to catch up. If the mudbrain wanted to wear herself out - or startle some prey - she could. Instead, the black pelted warrioress hung back until she was side by side with her father.
"I don't need help," he growled, his gait a little stiff from the still-healing injury.
Hollystorm scoffed. "I didn't come over to help you, Dad." She put deliberate emphasis on that last word, as if to remind him of their relationship. Blackwolf's mismatched eyes grew unreadable, but he grunted under his breath and complained no more.
Let me show you my true colors It ain't your rainbow
Word Count: 244 Words Tags: @zen BlooRey DVD Notes: xD Crappy post, I know. I am sorry.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jun 27, 2017 17:52:29 GMT -5
Cobrapaw hung back as Darkpaw approached her mentor, the red and brown she-cat deciding to allow her sister this moment. Cobrapaw knew Blackwolf as one of her father's friends, and of course as her sister's mentor. Otherwise, she didn't know much about the tom save for his prowess as a warrior before his injury. She respected him, and he seemed to bring Darkpaw some form of distraction from recent events. Cobrapaw knew exactly how important those moments of distraction were. She could feel a heaviness to her paws, reflected in her eyelids, signs she might be pushing herself too hard, trying to keep an eye on all three of her siblings and her mother.
Dark ears shot up as Darkpaw took off suddenly. Sparing only a glance toward Blackwolf, Cobrapaw darted forward in a lope after her sibling. She didn't move nearly as urgently as Darkpaw, the dark-furred she-cat chasing something physical rather than intangible like the tortoiseshell. All she sought to do was keep an eye on Darkpaw. Grateful to whatever force pulled her sister to a stop, Cobrapaw eased up her pace, approaching the final few paw steps to her sister's side at a walk.
Briefly touching the other apprentice's shoulder with her tail, her sharp yellow gaze followed Darkpaw's out toward RainClan's territory. With a soft snort, the reddish she-cat murmured agreement to her sister's silent statement. "Could do with a mangy fishbrain to tear my claws into right about now." She kept her voice low, making sure that Darkpaw and only Darkpaw would hear what she had to say. What a mess this had turned out to be; so much death and so much grief, it resonated through to her core with unexpected ferocity. Her only sanity was found in her training and her self-appointed mission to keep the rest of her family afloat. Fawn @zen
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