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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2017 15:52:40 GMT -5
RAINCLAN - APPRENTICE LIONPAW This adventure is one of the reasons why Lionpaw should never be left unsupervised. As the tom's white paws sunk into the mud, he looked around the marshy land - sniffing loudly. By the mingled scent of Nightclan and Rainclan, he was close to the border. He smirked, of course he was, no cat was as great a tracker as he.
Puffing out his chest, he could already hear the praises and glory that'll shower him once he gets back home. Today was the day Lionpaw made Nightclan toms fear his name and Nightclan she-cats desire his body. However, first he shall have to prove his prowess. Preferably by challenging another apprentice, as great as he was, Lionpaw doubted that he was yet great enough to take down a warrior. He glanced around worriedly, as if his father would read his thoughts and challenge his cowardice. The tom inhaled deeply to calm himself, his father couldn't jab at him today.
The ginger tom coughed loudly and sat down heavily next to the border, because he had every right to be there - in his mind. His green eyes scanned the thick pine forest before him with great intensity. Now all Lionpaw could do was wait, until another tom showed his face. Or a she-cat. Both, maybe, so he could prove his strength and charm at the same time.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 16:13:07 GMT -5
What you see isn't all I am...
Snakepaw trailed after his sister, glancing over his shoulder back toward camp every so often, waiting for some cat to come get them, scold them for going off on their own, and take them back to camp to clean out old bedding and pick ticks off the elders as punishment. He hurried a little to catch up to Scrap-paw's side, “Are you sure we should be going out like this...? Apprentices aren't supposed to leave camp without a warrior....”
He didn't LIKE the rule, but he also didn't want to get in trouble. He didn't want to make Applewhisker worry or for Honeywhisker to be disappointed or Foxstar to be mad at them. That she-cat had only just gotten her new name as leader, Scrap-paw's mentor was deputy now, and Snakepaw wasn't sure just what that all meant. Pinestar had let them stay so far, but would Foxstar tell them to leave now? Especially if they got in trouble...?
“Scrap-paw, what if Foxstar tells us to leave? I don't wanna leave. I like it here,” he mewed sadly, unconsciously pressing lightly against his sister's calico fur, “... Where would we go?” He looked over at her with worried crimson eyes. She'd told him that their mother and Tadpole were dead. They didn't have anywhere to go. Would one of the other Clans let them stay? He didn't want to leave NightClan, but he liked being around all these cats and not being so alone like they'd been with Scratch.
His ears perked as the strong fishy scent of RainClan hit him suddenly, his eyes widening as he looked ahead to see the shape of a cat at the border. They'd reached the border already? It was strange being out when it was light, but most of the rest of the Clan was sleeping now, so it was easier for him and Scrap-paw to leave camp without being noticed. At least it was cloudy so the sun wasn't hurting his eyes so much. He tilted his head slightly, raising his tail in greeting, forgetting his previous worries for the time being. He had yet to meet a cat from any of the other Clans, “Hi there!” He bounded forward, past his sister, to greet the stranger, "You're from RainClan right? That means you eat fish? What does it taste like?"
I'm not sorry for who I am, take it or leave it. @medusa Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Nov 11, 2017 20:38:46 GMT -5
What doesn't kill me had better start running. There was so much going on back at camp, Scrap-paw couldn't stand being stuck there any longer. Under the guise of hunting for the Clan, Scrap-paw had convinced her littermate to sneak into the woods (during daytime; she wasn't an idiot) for some peace and quiet. Briarthroat promised he wouldn't neglect their training sessions - but she wasn't so sure.
Adults said a lot of things they didn't mean. Or made promises they couldn't keep. Scratch had said 'I love you' to her once, and that had obviously been a lie.
Snakepaw's concerns bounced against the back of her head like acorns, spoiling her already pretty lousy mood. "Stop worrying, Snake. We're not like those other apprentices. We know what it's like to take care of ourselves." Her heart twisted a little at how attached he was to NightClan. Foxstar didn't seem better than Pinestar, but she didn't seem worse either. Was this little trip pushing their luck?
Yes. But it was better to rip out a thorn then let the wound get infected. Scrap-paw wasn't so sure Foxstar had a place for two lost loner kits in NightClan. Some of the warriors had made it pretty friggin' clear they weren't welcome. Now that Briarthroat was deputy, could she depend on him to be on her side? Scrap-paw immediately ripped that idea to shreds.
She had no busines trusting him that much. At the end of the day, all the calico kitten could count on was herself and her brother. No more. No less.
A disgusting fishy smell smacked her in the nose, derailing her thoughts just as Snakepaw rushed past, greeting some RainClan weirdo. It was her first time seeing a cat from a different Clan; apart from the smell, they looked like every other cat in the valley. "Snake wait--" But the tom had already trotted over happily, as if greeting an old friend.
Scrap-paw's whiskers twitched, unamused. After a moment's hesitation, the calico kitten stalked over to the borderline, a protective, narrow-eyed force behind her brother.
6 Moons | Apprentice | NightClan ScraPaw @medusa @zen 323 Words Notes |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2017 16:06:21 GMT -5
RAINCLAN - APPRENTICE LIONPAW Lionpaw puffed out his chest importantly and raised his tail as he saw a similarly sized figure trotting towards him. His ears twitched and posture faltered, however, as he saw the snow-white pelt and blood-red eyes of the tom. He had never seen a cat like that. He looked so weird. Maybe it was Nightclan cat thing.
Flicking his whiskers, Lionpaw quickly raised his chin again as a calico she-cat followed behind her friend - her glare sharp and cold. Great! He could fight this tom and impress this she-cat at the same time! Or so he thought...
“Hi there! You're from RainClan right? That means you eat fish? What does it taste like?"
What? What? This wasn't how this encounter was meant to go. Lionpaw stared with a perplexed expression on his face before shaking himself back to his senses. No matter, if he shan't fight this apprentice, he shall make them adore him. I mean, who couldn't love someone as great as he?
"Yes, I'm Lionpaw, the best, strongest and most handsome tom in Rainclan. The fish taste great as well, especially if I caught them. I always catch the very best fish, nothing else will do for the pretty she-cats." He tossed what he hoped was a teasing smolder to Scrap-paw, though it probably looked like a slightly pained smirk. Soft green eyes darted back to Snakepaw, locking onto his red eyes with curiosity.
"Who are you?"
| i catch the best fish, the largest fish, the greatest fish ever | TAG | @zen FawnMADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2017 13:27:09 GMT -5
What you see isn't all I am...
His sister told him not to worry, but he still did. Did they really know how to take care of themselves? They'd only just become apprentices, they were still learning. Would they be able to find enough food if Foxstar kicked them out? Vaguely, he remembered all the traveling they had done as kits. He remembered that home had been the warm, protective curl of Scratch's belly, rather than a place like NightClan's camp. As Scratch moved them all, one by one, all on her own, they would spend lots of time alone, time being carried. They were too big to be carried like that anymore, but if Foxstar kicked them out, would they have to travel all the time like that again? He liked exploring, but he also liked having a place to come home to.
But he'd noticed Lionpaw before he had a chance to correct her (SnakePAW, it's SnakePAW now, remember?). He listened intently as the other tom answered his questions, ears angled toward him, his crimson eyes wide as Lionpaw introduced himself and went on about how great he was. Who was Snakepaw to know any different? His tail waved excitedly behind him, “Wow!” He glanced back at Scrap-paw, just missing the look Lionpaw threw at his sister. “We're really lucky we came out after all, Scrap-paw!”
The other apprentice inquired after them and Snakepaw turned back to him, “I'm Snakepaw, and this is my sister, Scrap-paw. We....” His ears flicked back, wondering what else to say. He didn't have anything grand to announce like Lionpaw had. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell the tom they hadn't been born in NightClan either. He wanted to feel like a NightClan cat, and telling every random stranger he ran into that he actually wasn't was not entirely a great way to do that. He cast a glance back at Scrap-paw as if she would offer something interesting to share.
I'm not sorry for who I am, take it or leave it. @medusa Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Nov 18, 2017 17:35:52 GMT -5
What doesn't kill me had better start running. Scrap-paw's claws instinctively unsheathed, ready to rip this tom's fur off if he said one bad thing about Snakepaw's appearance. She didn't care that he frightened some cats. She had no sympathy for them. Her allegiance was to Snake and Snake only; when it came down to it, loyalty was stronger than blood.
"Yes, I'm Lionpaw, the best, strongest and most handsome tom in Rainclan. The fish taste great as well, especially if I caught them. I always catch the very best fish, nothing else will do for the pretty she-cats."
Dumb arrogant furball, Scrap-paw thought, and her mild amusement turned to disgust as Lionpaw looked directly at her. What does he think he's doing? It didn't even cross her mind that she was indirectly being called 'pretty' - why would she even stop to think about that? Beauty was so low on her list of priorities, it might as well not exist at all - all those derisive yellow eyes saw was a tom she didn't like.
Snakepaw was oblivious, which didn't surprise her. Rather than feel negatively towards the white-furred tom she cared so much about, Scrap-paw protectively stepped closer, drawing shoulder to shoulder with him as she stared down this new... 'friend'. "This is Snakepaw, the coolest cat in NightClan." Scrap-paw retorted, calico tail twitching behind her. "And I'm Scrap-paw, the toughest cat in NightClan. So watch it, fishbreath. I bet you're not stronger than I am."
What if she made him put his prey where his mouth is? Scrap-paw's pelt prickled at the sudden energy, the urge to fight edging its way into her heart. She had some energy to burn off - and it would feel so good to finally shred something for once. None of that 'sheathed claws only' nonsense she had to practice with Briarthroat. 6 Moons | Apprentice | NightClan ScraPaw @medusa @zen 299 Words Notes |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2017 14:53:40 GMT -5
RAINCLAN - APPRENTICE LIONPAW Lionpaw's eyes widened slightly and, if it were possible, he would have blushed. This small white tom thought himself lucky to have met him? That was the first time anyone had told the rainclan apprentice that. He quickly straightened and erased any expression of surprise from his muzzle as the white tom introduced himself and his sister.
"It's good to meet you, Snakepaw, Scrap-paw." He nodded to the two respectively, his green gaze focusing on the scowling Scrap-paw as she finally spoke up.
"This is Snakepaw, the coolest cat in NightClan, and I'm Scrap-paw, the toughest cat in NightClan. So watch it, fishbreath. I bet you're not stronger than I am."
Lionpaw's mind completely skipped over the insult, focusing on Scrap-paw's claims. He could see how he would be the coolest cat, those blinding red eyes were nothing to ignore, and her fiesty attitude would certainly come forward as the toughest one there is.
For the challenge, Lionpaw was visibly conflicted. His dad always said "never make bets, it makes you seem childish" and "never pick a fight with a she-cat without reason, it'll make you look bad" but he also said "don't let anyone get away with challenging you." Why did his dad have so many rules? They were always conflicting. Deciding to follow the majority rules, he elected to brush off her challenge.
"Clearly, we were meant to meet. The best apprentices in Nightclan and the best apprentice in Rainclan." He stuck his tongue out at Scrap-paw. "And I bet you're not, but my dad says that making bets are childish." Curiously, Lionpaw decided to switch the topic, asking a question similar to Snakepaw's. "What's it like in Nightclan?"
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