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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2019 0:40:45 GMT -5
THE GREATEST REVENGE IS COMPASSION
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SPARKPAW APPRENTICE | LIGHTNINGCLAN | 15 MOONSThe day had been horribly cold, especially for those with thinner coats, and the night seemed only to become colder as biting winds began tearing through Lightningclan camp. Winter hadn't been friendly towards Sparkpaw, though he didn't give up hope that his life still had many adventures in store for him, especially this morning. The ginger and white tom lay wide awake in his nest, contrary to his closed eyes and still body. He knew hardly any of the apprentices would be up at this hour, but he waited carefully nonetheless, listening.
The snoring and breathing of his peers made his heart skip with excitement, and his golden eyes flashed in the night as he stirred, cautiously. He shifted his weight to his paws slowly, so that his bedding made hardly a noise, and slipped out of the den without a sound. Thunderpaw would soon follow, but two bodies couldn't leave at the same time without causing too much disruption. Soon the warriors would be awaking for patrols, and a select few of the apprentices were early risers too.
Wouldn't that be something to explain. The ginger and white tom smirked to himself. But we never get caught.
Sparkpaw poked his nose out of the dreaded apprentice's den, cursing himself for choosing such a freezing day. He glanced over to the warrior's den enviously. I should already be a warrior. He grimaced, ears flat on the back of his head, not just because of the temperature. He let irritation rush through his veins for a brief moment, then softened his pawsteps in caution as he made his way carefully to the edge of camp, behind the nursery. It was empty, and an easy route out of camp without alerting the guard at the entrance.
Thunderpaw and him had used their secret escape for quite some time now, and a tangle of grasses kept the exit quite hidden.
Sparkpaw waited silently in the shadows as the wind howled like a pack of wolves, tearing at the ginger spotted tom with icy fangs. It was cold, but this was an important day: he would be taking back Sun Stones from Stoneclan. Sparkpaw was convinced something was wrong, otherwise he would already have had his warrior name, though time and time again he often bested some of the warriors in Lightningclan in both hunting and fighting. He had proven himself adequate in all aspects of warriorhood, yet he was still overlooked. Lynxpaw was idolized by the clan, being the daughter of clan leader, and apprentice to the clan's deputy. The more she trained, the better she got. Firestar failed to see something in him, surely, but he would make her see how great of a warrior he really was. He would make them all see.
With Thunderpaw as a partner, as a brother, there wasn't anything he couldn't do. They were a formidable force together.
Perhaps it was fear of Lynxpaw's growing prowess that drove him to such means; maybe it was boredom. The life of an apprentice didn't agree with Sparkpaw anymore. He was tired of pulling ticks from the elder's pelts, being watched over by the warriors like a kit fresh out of the nursery. Sparkpaw liked hunting herbs with Tigerpaw sometimes, but the life of a medicine cat never really captivated him as it did Lynxpaw's littermate. We have to do this. Sparkpaw thought, resolve and conscientiousness fueling his actions. He constantly felt like he was doing what was right.
Arrogance always had been one of Sparkpaw's downfalls.
The ginger and white tom heard a rustle and his hackles rose, though Thunderpaw's familiar grey pelt greeted his golden gaze in the darkness of early morning and his posture relaxed swiftly.
"You took your time, Thunderpaw." Sparkpaw sneered quietly, voice sharp, but no louder than a whisper lost in the roaring wind. "Didn't get lost, did you?"
It was almost time.
Sparkpaw heard more faint pawsteps. Behind Thunderpaw's ghostly grey tabby pelt came Nutpaw, the eldest apprentice at twenty one moons old, shoving his way shoulder to shoulder with Gustclaw's son. The chocolate brown tom eyed Sparkpaw with a scrutinizing, green gaze overflowing with eagerness and adventure-lust.
"I'm ready to rip some Stoneclanners to pieces." The brown tom growled.
"I-I'll protect you all to the end." A faint voice sounded behind the cluster of apprentices as a snow white tom piped up softly.
Sparkpaw's heart swelled to twice its normal size as he noticed Flowerpaw's bright white pelt. The cat was an interesting apprentice, but loyal to his clanmates. No doubt the feminine tom didn't want to fight, but as apprentices, their strength was in numbers. We'll take Sun Stones for you, Firestar, and maybe then you'll see us as the warriors we really are. Sparkpaw mused, a fiery energy burning through his muscles.
It was time. They were off to reclaim Sun Stones for Firestar. For Lightningclan. For themselves.
Surely they would become warriors then?
Notes: Let the adventures begin...
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Post by Phoenix on Jan 27, 2019 23:16:35 GMT -5
Taking back Sun Stones by themselves had been an idea born of dreams of glory and a desperation to prove themselves. Thunderpaw wasn’t stupid. It was foolish plan, risky and poorly considered at best– even the mere whisper of such a plan would give Mudpelt, the boring old coot, a heart attack, and if he was honest, that made it all the more appealing – but it was theirs and it held the promise of an adventure. His sentence of an additional three moons of kithood, where he was confined to camp and put under annoyingly close supervision by everyone, had him toeing the line lest stupid Firestar decide to delay his apprentice ceremony even more, and the relative freedom that came with the start of training (with Blazefang!) had him itching for more opportunities to shed the chains that tied him down. Preferably without a watchful adult nearby. Sparkpaw, friend and rival, had provided the perfect chance. As if reading his mind, the other tom rose and exited the den, while Thunderpaw remained with Lightningpaw curled up beside him. Sleep had eluded him for most of the night, yet anticipation for the day to come chased away any lingering drowsiness. Sparkpaw’s departure set their plan in motion. Thunderpaw’s turn came next, and he was to wait until a sufficient amount of time had passed before he traced the other apprentice’s steps to their secret escape route out of camp. Time, however, seemed to have slowed to a crawl. Counting the breaths of his neighbors, he began pulling away from Lightningpaw ever so slightly, shifting so that she leaned less on him. Surely enough time had passed by now… A few tense minutes saw him carefully extricating himself from the tangle of paws and tails and bodies that made up the newest generation of rising warriors before the cold morning air greeted him. Making his way to the tangle of grasses that had thus far proven to be a successful escape from camp was child’s play, and then, just like that, he was free. Gentle loping across familiar terrain had him warm and ready for victory by the time he reached Sparkpaw, who he greeted with a quiet retort, ”I only took forever because you were so loud leaving. Had to wait for everyone to go back to sleep before I could move.” Moments later, Nutpaw and Flowerpaw joined them, and after silently acknowledging their presence, Thunderpaw fell into step beside Sparkpaw as they made their way to Sun Stones. Theirs was an uneventful journey, but while the notable lack of activity in LightningClan’s territory allowed them to continue forward unhindered, the striped tom wanted something more. This was supposed to be an adventure, not a stroll through the moorlands. By the time he reached StoneClan’s border, he was ready for something exciting to happen; even their neighbor’s scent markings were old and faded, he noted with disdain as he began reclaiming Sun Stones for their own. This was too easy. Fawn Ghost the Undead Goddess @jet |
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jan 29, 2019 7:46:47 GMT -5
Ebonypaw, Livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams It probably would have seemed like a normal patrol if the two Medicine Cats hadn't tagged along. But Sandblaze had wanted to take his apprentice out to look for herbs, as they headed towards the border Stoneclan shared with Lightningclan.
Due to tension running high between the two clans, not to mention the fresh scar from the foxes previously, it was only natural that Hawkstar and Smokestorm insisted that a fresh warrior or two went with the two peace keeping cats.
Luckily the large black she-cat wasn't the only apprentice this time.
Granted, Beetlepaw was older than she was but she found she enjoyed his company. Ebonypaw had gotten used to the absurd amount of times the tom had to come into the den to get his leg patched up.
Or rather, his lack of leg as the remaining stump seemed to get caught up on everything.
As the sun continued to rise up over the horizon, bring a slightly chilly wind, Ebonypaw was very grateful for the intensely fluffy coat she bore. She of course, tipped her thanks towards Batscar, for without her father she wouldn't have such lengthy fur.
As they grew closer towards the border, the flat pawed feline had realized that she had wandered so far from Sandblaze and Sedgefoot, their warrior escort, until she lifted her nose from a mass of rock, pulling out a pawful of cobweb. It was slightly damp from the frost, but still completely usable once it dried out.
An ear flickered as mossy green orbs glanced around, only spotting the dark colored pelt of Beetlepaw only a few mouse-lengths away from where she stood.
"I do believe that Sandblaze and Sedgefoot have wandered off and left us." Ebonypaw stated in a matter-of-fact tone, properly. Though it was highly doubtful the older Stoneclan cats lost them. Her fluffy nub wriggled ever so slightly behind her, debates trickling through her mind as she attempted to figure out what to do now.
It was kind of exciting, being without the older cats, but Ebonypaw also knew that Smokestorm would not be pleased with the two apprentices being on their own out in Stoneclan's territory.
And so close to Lightningclan.
Lightningclan!
"Beetlepaw!" Ebonypaw quickly turned to face the other apprentice, her green eyes glowing with the slightest light of mischief and the bright gaze of curiosity. "Sun Stones isn't too far away right?"
"Sandblaze has not taken me over there yet, I would suppose it is because Stoneclan and Lightninclan are at odds." Something she wasn't nearly old enough to be aware of, but due to her mother keeping her up to date of history and inter-clan relations, the black feline was well versed.
"Perhaps we can go see them before catching up with Sandblaze and Sedgefoot?" Though she worded it like a question, the strong willed she-cat with cobwebs still wrapped around a paw, made her way on three legs towards where the scent of Lightningclan was making itself known.
Ebonypaw assumed Beetlepaw was following, and a quick glance of that grassy gaze over a broad shoulder was enough to confirm her theory. She trusted the older apprentice, despite his handicap, he was training to be a warrior after all.
Picking her way along the territory, it took her no time at all to make it to what she assumed was the Sun Stones, as the weak morning light basked the earth. The fluffy coated apprentice clambered atop a large, flat stone before folding her haunches to sit down.
She could see how cats enjoyed laying on them. Even though it was quite cold within the walls of the valley, the stones managed to keep warm. A soft purr broke the she-cat's throat as she shifted her head to capture Beetlepaw within her green orbs. "Come sit with me Beetlepaw, it is quite nice."
She was too young and too inexperienced to be aware of the rather fresh and strong scents wafting from Lightningclan, or rather past the border.
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Post by Fawn on Jan 29, 2019 10:14:08 GMT -5
BeetlepaW Will you be my breath through the deep, deep water Birdbrains. I'm surrounded by birdbrains. Beetlepaw often found himself at the whims of bossy furballs; first his mentor with his absurd three-legged lessons, and now Ebonypaw, who seemed to have been chosen by StarClan for something other than her common sense.
"A three-footed apprentice and a medicine cat's apprentice," he spoke above the wind, tone sour, tail lashing for balance as he followed Ebonypaw through the craggy terrain. "What a fierce pair we make." Beetlepaw's gaze swept over his shoulder, half-hoping for signs of Sandblaze or Sedgefoot that would put Ebonypaw's little plan to a halt.
But it really did seem as though Sandblaze and Sedgefoot had moved on without them. Beetlepaw's chest tightened. Because we couldn't keep up? Sandblaze had always been kind to him, but the tormenting he'd endured at the last Gathering had burned Beetlepaw's social-inflicted wounds anew. He was having a hard time learning to trust anyone's word.
Cats had a way of saying one thing, and keeping their real opinions hidden. Until they thought he was out of earshot.
The Sun Stones looked more like the Snow Stones, to Beetlepaw as he joined the healer-in-training on the wide, flat rock. He could see the appeal, and despite his pelt prickling and his stomach working itself into a tense, tight fist, Beetlepaw groaned gratefully for the smooth terrain. Walking to the border and back often left him with muscle aches and a fatigue that made him feel like an elder.
But he couldn't simply leave Ebonypaw alone. His missing foot was no excuse to be a bad Clanmate.
The scent of LightningClan was strong here. Too strong. Beetlepaw, who had never actually sat down, made a messy back-step from the Sun Stones, hissing. "Ebonypaw, get over here you mousebrain! We're not alone!"
Hawkdung! He cursed, heart hammering. Waspwing had taught him how to fight, but he'd never thought he'd be fighting all by himself against full grown LightningClan warriors. But Ebonypaw was barely out of the nursery. He had to step in and make sure she was safe. Can't stay in the shallows, please tell me I won't wash away Tags || 15 Moons || StoneClan || 342 Words @jet Phoenix Ghost the Undead Goddess |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2019 15:47:10 GMT -5
THE GREATEST REVENGE IS COMPASSION
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SPARKPAW APPRENTICE | LIGHTNINGCLAN | 15 MOONSSparkpaw had grown confident that this mission would succeed, but he had hoped to gain a new battle scar of sorts from the mix. The odds of that happening were zero to none at this rate, and the task of setting the new scent markers had felt like an ordinary border patrol. The only satisfaction he had gained so far was a glimpse of leadership as he lead the patrol. Nutpaw definitely looked the oldest, though Sparkpaw had a brawn to him unusual to a Lightningclan cat, likely due to his pasttime of climbing trees on the Treeclan border.
Despite his role in the group of rebels, Sparkpaw looked young and inexperienced, though a big, formidable enemy nonetheless. His snicker confirmed that this was no ordinary group of Lightningclan warriors, and perhaps their lack of compassion was what made them seem so much more intimidating. Sparkpaw's ginger and white pelt melted out of the dim, morning light that showered the Sun Stones. The tom approached assuredly, as if he owned every stem of grass, grain of dirt, and piece of rock that passed by beneath him.
"My my, look what we have here." Sparkpaw growled as he neared the Stoneclanners, his gait an overbearing swagger. "Tresspassers. The apprentice without a paw and a tail-less kit!"
Even though he was several moons younger than Nutpaw, the ginger and white tom was just his height, and broader in the shoulders. Muscles rippled threateningly under his pelt and his golden eyes burned fierce with hatred. Nutpaw, Sparkpaw, and Thunderpaw were good fighters, and Flowerpaw? Well, Flowerpaw was just for strength in numbers. Hopefully he wouldn't become a liability, or a tattle-tail. Sparkpaw glanced at Nutpaw and smiled, the two older apprentices circling the two unfortunates, blood-lust in their eyes.
Easy prey. Too easy that it almost didn't feel right.
Sparkpaw paused, tail flicking in amusement as he watched Beetlepaw. Yes, he knew his name. The pathetic tom that was tormented at the gathering. Its a shame that he needs others to stand up for him all the time. Sparkpaw thought to himself, laughing internally at his choice of words. Now who's here for him to lean on? A helpless kit!
"What a shame." Sparkpaw sighed. "We were expecting Stoneclan to send a real border patrol. What should we do?" The tom's voice was rich with mocking, and although his tone and posture lightened, there was no less loathing in his eyes as they bore into the wretched Stoneclanners.
"I think we should teach them a lesson." Nutpaw hissed, unsheathing his claws.
Sparkpaw glanced satisfyingly at Thunderpaw, catching his gaze for a moment before returning his focus back on the enemy.
They had the position of power, and it felt good.
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