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INVENTORY
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Post by Phoenix on Jun 19, 2017 22:17:55 GMT -5
Gorsetail Deputy of TreeClan i wish everyone was loved tonight
and somehow stop this endless fight He had so many regrets. Sometimes, on the days when Zephyrfang prodded him awake before the sun rose, he regretted his decision to step up as deputy. Sometimes, when a freshly fallen blanket of snow covered the ground and the wind chilled any exposed cat to the bone, he regretted leaving his warm nest for the sake of the clan. Today, however, he regretted none of those things. Rather, he regretted making the decision to spar with Finchpaw and thus necessitating the use of this part of their territory. Most of all, he regretted not checking in with Lionstar that morning just to make sure that he and his former mentor would not cross paths during the day. (After hearing of that headache-inducing patrol involving the leader and the two apprentices, they had decided that it would be best to never let Finchpaw and Thornpaw train together again. Gorsetail had wanted no part of that.) So if someone were to ask him just how much dread had weighed down his heart at the sight of the golden leader and his striped apprentice sparring in the clearing, then he would have to lie, for the true answer was not befitting of a deputy. Perhaps he could sneak himself and his apprentice away before either of the two younger toms realized that the other was there. The thought was fleeting, lasting only a moment before reality burst it like a bubble. Who was he kidding – this was Finchpaw he was talking about. If any cat was the least likely to sneak, it would be him; Gorsetail had just managed to get him to speak at a volume somewhat quiet than a shout. And that didn’t even take into account the fact that getting Finchpaw away from the clearing and his brother would likely be impossible. As with most siblings, the two gravitated toward each other like magnets, and unfortunately, trouble seemed just as drawn to them as well. The deputy flicked his tail. Perhaps it would be better to step up and just accept that what was going to happen was going to happen. Green eyes flicked to Lionstar, who had undoubtedly noticed their presence by now and was likely going through the same mental calculations. At least he wasn’t alone with the two apprentices. Maybe, if they wouldn’t listen to their leader, they would listen to their deputy and leader combined? He almost snorted. If their father was any other cat, he might have believed that. Still, it was with some fondness toward the younger brothers that he stepped forward, a small smile touching the corners of his lips. ”Hello Lionstar, Thornpaw,” He greeted them politely, nodding to each in turn. ”I hope we’re not interrupting anything..?” |
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Post by Fawn on Jun 19, 2017 22:43:39 GMT -5
blinded by the light of a new sun
take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem
"Good, now show me that strike again." Lionstar watched with calculating golden eyes as Thornpaw practiced - and practiced - and practiced again the various beginner techniques he'd been taught. Battle training came most naturally to Lionstar; the golden figurehead had forgotten how much he enjoyed it. The ability to test himself against an opponent (well, in this case, prepare Thornpaw to test himself against an opponent), to keep himself sharp of mind and body was something he had missed.Here was an area of Clan life where Thornpaw's absolute inability to hold still would benefit him. Thornpaw was brimming with life and energy, and though his attention span was about as erratic at a butterfly's flight pattern, Lionstar had a hunch that Thornpaw's energies would hold out longer than the average warrior's. Endurance and stamina were two things any warrior could benefit from, himself included.But Lionstar didn't just want Thornpaw to outlast his opponents in a fight; the son of Zephyrfang and Silentsong needed the tools to win, not just endure. Besides, Lionstar wanted to teach him how to fight before Zephyrfang took it upon himself to further Thornpaw's education. It wasn't that he didn't trust the tawny warrior's teachings. He had turned Stonejaw into a warrior (with no medical emergencies, thank StarClan), after all.He wanted Thornpaw to understand the difference between fighting with honor, and fighting to survive - before Zephyrfang's opposing mentality pushed Thornpaw in favor of survivalist.A rustle at the edge of the hidden thicket caught Lionstar's ear, and only after Thornpaw had demonstrated the move one more time did he look up. Gorsetail was walking towards him. Gorsetail and - oh no.Lionstar suppressed a groan. Why are you two here? With an imploring look at his deputy, Lionstar raised a paw, signaling Thornpaw to stop. It had probably been a useless gesture; Thornpaw and Finchpaw must have seen each other by now.The golden tom strode forward, his chuckling half exasperated, half relenting, as he got in a few words edgewise. "You are, but there's nothing we can do about that." The look he shared with Gorsetail was full of mutual understanding. Good, they were in agreement. This could be... good for both of them. The brothers' competitiveness might be used to their advantage.
"I was just having Thornpaw go over the basics. I think they'll sink in better if he has a sparring partner." Lionstar looked at Finchpaw, feeling like he was gazing at the flames to Thornpaw's kindling. This was either going to be a healthy practice session - or a wildfire. Lionstar and Gorsetail would have to mitigate the... damage, to either the overly enthusiastic apprentices or their surroundings. leader of TreeClan |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2017 13:52:51 GMT -5
Let's start a riot tonight, A pack of lions tonight FinchpaW 9 Moons || Tom || TreeClan Finchpaw sauntered after his mentor abstractedly, his mind trailing on his surroundings as they strode. In the expected silence that had come to fruition between Gorsetail and his apprentice, Finchpaw managed to let his mind travel, admiring every stray tree and branch. He remembered the incident that had happened while on patrol with Lionstar, almost unwilling to recall the pains that had filled his body when he was thrown to the ground; he looked up with a new fear of the looming trees. A lot had changed for Finchpaw in the recent moons, while still full of energy and brash loudness, a new found calm had taken over the turmoils of his mind, revealing a new beauty of the world. Not that he would ever admit it though.
A small breeze carried the scent of prey in the distance, a faint smell that sent Finchpaw's body into a series on involuntary hunger pangs. The apprentice bit his tongue in protest of his considerably large body's complaints, focusing instead of the steady pace that had been laid out by his mentor, Gorsetail. There was a hesitation in the deputy's step as they approached the training clearing that managed to unravel Finchpaw's attention; Turning his efforts to the clearing he caught a glimpse of the large golden frame of Lionstar and his own apprentice, Finchpaw's brother, Thornpaw. He let out a small sigh at the sight of the familiar cats, recalling the aforementioned tree incident, "Ugh."
For a moment, a brief moment, Finchpaw almost had the audacity to ask if it might be possible to push back his training. It wasn't that the tom minded sparring with his brother, in fact if they hadn't been training the two might wind up simply sparring for fun, but in that moment Finchpaw couldn't help but feel a little annoyed; Of course his training would wind up being against Thornpaw, again.
Meekly, his large paws skimming over the forest floor, Finchpaw continued to follow after Gorsetail, his tail flicking sharply with each sway of his haunches, like a striking adder. ”I hope we’re not interrupting anything..?" the apprentice heard his mentor ask politely. With very weighted steps, the apprentice came to a halt a shoulder's length behind Gorsetail, his amber eyes flicking over the other cats in the clearing. He nodded briefly to his brother, almost subconsciously firing a fiery stare in Thornpaw's direction, and then quickly bowed towards Lionstar, turning once again to Gorsetail as if searching for some sort of approval over his strained and practiced behavior. Maybe this behavior would help him swoon Amberpaw, after all.
A switch flicked in Finchpaw's mind as Lionstar brought up the idea of sparring, an inner flame that couldn't be quenched rose to the surface of his eyes, dancing playfully as the apprentice erupted from his inner introspective self, "I'd hate to embarass my brother in front of both his mentor and the leader of Treeclan at the same time. I mean, I'll still do it.." He trailed off, his eyes wandering across the clearing, trying his best to hide his lack of enthusiasm, behind blazing eyes.
#535 Fawn BlooRey DVD Phoenix Notes: A wild thoughtful Finchpaw has appeared. The world has ended. |
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jun 26, 2017 19:19:40 GMT -5
SOME LEGENDS ARE TOLD, SOME TURN TO DUST OR TO GOLD ThoRnpaW 9 Moons || Tom || TreeClan At his mentor's insistence, the large tabby apprentice re-centered himself, muscles tightening along his haunches and shoulders before he darted forward. He'd lost count of how many times he'd done this now, his attention span having grown bored with trying to keep count at all. But he didn't mind this, at least he was doing something now. With adrenaline creeping steadily through his system, Thornpaw flashed his paw forward, swinging in a wide but rapid arc to clock an imaginary enemy straight across the forelegs. He could already see it, his unlucky opponent crashing muzzle first to the ground as the great Thornfang ripped their forepaws from beneath them.
Despite his reputation, the tabby apprentice had been too distracted by the lesson to notice the second mentor-apprentice pair. That is, until Lionstar motioned for him to stop. Panting lightly, he followed Lionstar's eyes with his amber gaze, eventually alighting upon Gorsetail and Finchpaw. The young tom brightened at the sight of his brother, renewed energy buzzing through him at the prospect of training with Finchpaw. It would be just like their kithood days, tussling with one another to see who could best who. He'd been just about to call out to Finchpaw when he noticed the look on his brother's face.
The usually easy grin on his features froze and cracked, falling to nothing as the brown tabby inspected the unfamiliar expression. Annoyance and disinterest. It crashed into Thornpaw with surprising force, invisible thorns piercing through his heart. The feeling was so overwhelming, the young tom had to force himself not to take a step back. With a nearly indiscernible hardening of his amber gaze, Lionstar's apprentice remained rooted where he was, staring straight ahead to avoid meeting Finchpaw's gaze. He barely noted the conversation occurring between the two mentors.
His muscles still buzzed with not-yet-spent adrenaline, the tom's claws flexing into the ground impatiently. He just wanted to get back to training; maybe he could fight away the strange uneasiness in his chest. Despite his best efforts, the tom's ears pivoted instinctively to pick up his brother's voice. Sharp amber eyes snapped to the ginger tom in response, and in a low voice he grumbled, just barely managing to keep the growl out of his voice. "Maybe you should worry 'bout your own performance, 'stead of mine." With a dismissive flick of his tail, the apprentice turned a shoulder to his brother and the TreeClan deputy, falling back into the stance he'd been practicing with Lionstar earlier. ~415 words Phoenix Fawn @minxxy Uh-oh... |
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Post by Phoenix on Jul 6, 2017 10:24:33 GMT -5
Gorsetail Deputy of TreeClan i wish everyone was loved tonight
and somehow stop this endless fight Lifting a shoulder in a slight shrug, he returned Lionstar’s look with an apologetic one of his own and flicked an ear as he listened to his former mentor’s brief summary. Green eyes strayed to the apprentice in question, and the deputy found himself nodding along to the leader’s words in agreement. Battle training had never been his favorite pastime, which he was sure the golden tom knew and remembered quite well, and as a result, the different strategies and moves neither came naturally nor seemed to stick when he was taught them. Trial and error had taught him that practicing with someone – more often than not in the early part of his apprenticeship, that partner had been Feathercloud – had helped him learn, even if that someone’s greater level of experience and less cautious nature had resulted in her winning nearly every time. She hadn’t pulled her hits much either, he remembered with a phantom ache in his shoulder, for at that point, there had still been an uneasy animosity between them. Before he could voice his opinion, however, Finchpaw, who had been usually quiet as they interrupted the lesson, now spoke up and drew his mentor’s attention away from the leader. Competitive words that, with a jolt of sadness, he could easily imagine likely had come out of his own brother’s mouth at one point or another brought a faint smile to his lips, though it vanished a moment later as the apprentice’s voice trailed off in something almost like disinterest. Slightly concerned, he flicked his tail but did nothing else. Thornpaw returned the challenge with a comment of his own, and when he made the dismissive gesture, Gorsetail found himself glancing toward Lionstar. Had something happened between the two that he hadn’t realized? As far as competitive brothers went, the two had always seemed fairly close, and he had fully expected Finchpaw and Thornpaw to be excited at the prospect of sparring each other. ”I always thought it was helpful to practice,” The deputy said finally, glancing over at his apprentice. ”Finchpaw knows a little of the basics, but we haven’t spent much time on battle training.” He tended to gravitate more toward hunting, and so he had started the younger tom’s training with that. But he couldn’t put off battle training forever, and if he had to pick someone to teach his apprentice with, Lionstar certainly would have been toward the top of his list. To the two apprentices, he added, ”Are you guys up for that? A nice, friendly spar to help you master the basics?” |
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Post by Fawn on Jul 8, 2017 14:28:22 GMT -5
blinded by the light of a new sun
take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem
Already, this training session was in such sharp contrast to the eventful outing he and Zephyrfang's sons had had those three moons ago. What had changed between the brothers? Was it simply the usual potent, overwhelming mixture of adolescence and sibling rivalry turning particularly unpleasant - or was there something else?We'll see, after their sparring. If Thornpaw looked wholly upset by Finchpaw's reaction to him, he would pull the young tom aside for a few (hopefully helpful) words. His recent difficulties with Ravenpaw's emotional highs and lows had shaken his confidence in dealing with apprentices, but Lionstar was not the type to shy away from helping further.Thornpaw at the very least deserved the efforts of a mentor who genuinely cared. Lionstar cared tremendously, his heart beating for nearly each and every Clanmate in the camp - but those lucky few that became his apprentice were given a special focus. Thornpaw would be no different.Reading the bemused expression on his deputy's face, Lionstar returned it with a brief facial shrug - a twitch of the whiskers, and faint left-to-right shake of his head. "The best way to learn can be through experience," Lionstar mused, his expression relaxing into something more like encouragement. "You will both feel more certain of yourselves in battle if you've squared off against a decent opponent. Now, I expect a clean fight. Your positions as our apprentices won't give you any leeway to behave like a patrol of NightClan cats."No special treatment. At least no intentional special treatment. If anything, Thornpaw's and Finchpaw's positions as the apprentices to the Clan leader and Clan deputy came with more pressure than usual. They were representing not just TreeClan and their parents, but their mentors as well. Lionstar believed they could handle such pressures, but he had been proven wrong before about other things. With a smile to Thornpaw, he raised his voice again so the rest of the cats could hear. "Finchpaw and Gorsetail can warm up first, then the match can begin."Thornpaw looked more than ready to begin practicing again. Lionstar flicked his tail. Go on. He had been pleased with what he saw before the interruption. Thornpaw's skills would only grow, if properly nurtured. leader of TreeClan |
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