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DOGPAW

Nightclan Apprentice

The idea that after tragedy or darkness came greatness and light was a very intriguing thought. It was one of those ideas that didn't take into account the situations it was applied to. The earthquake, for example. It had shattered the valley, it had destroyed most of the clans' homes, it had killed many. Nature had grown angry and carved it's anger into the earth, taking away much of the land they knew. But, in it's wake, a new territory had been growing, new landmarks, new locations, new features.

Dogpaw was unsure of whether she was angry or if she was excited. In her kithood and into her Apprenticeship she had seen so little of the old territories. She had spent countless days wandering Nightclan's lands the moment no one could tell her she wasn't allowed outside camp, and had just started to explore the more lush forests of their neighbors when the quake hit. She never even got the chance to see all of the places the old lands had to offer before the chance was taken from her. She wasn't thrilled, but, at the same time, now she had a new territory to explore in her own clan and many others, ones that were new.

Something else that had come as a perk of sorts with the quake was that at the end of their stay with the tribe in the mountains, her mentor had disappeared. In what time she had spent with Buckfur, she knew that he did not understand her. He tried to stop her from going to the other lands, which in itself was irritating. How did he or anyone else expect to properly train a young cat when you restricted them from learning all they could? She was likely one of the few who couldn't help but feel relieved when he and his mate did not join Mistclan in their departure.

While her mother had given her another mentor, much time had been focused on building up the camp and securing their home. This gave her the chance to wander. She had not seen all of Mistclan yet, but while she had every intention to see it all soon, something else had been stuck in her mind since their stay in the mountains. One of the other clans, Gorgeclan, it had been named after the large scar carved into the ground, a good portion of said scar found in the area they apparently called home now. It was unfair that most of the gorge was found in their territory and, from what she had heard, partially in Galeclan too. She wanted to see it. She wanted to see the real and physical capabilities of nature's will. She wanted to see what happens in the aftermath of nature growing angry.

So she went. She had left camp unnoticed, setting her sights in a single direction and traveling in a straight line towards where she knew the direction of the gorge to be. Her trip was quiet, save for the occasional sounds of squirrels shuffling acorns around the trees. She stopped once, peering into one of the trees and spotting one of these squirrels. It was small, tiny even, and seemed to be alone. It was looking, searching, seemingly lost.

"An infant, lost and alone." The squirrel peered down at her, eyes unreadable. "Your mother…lost to a hawk. Your father…dragged below the water and stuck under the ice of the lake. And your siblings…fallen from your home, their necks broken. It is a very lonely existence you live." Unable to understand, the baby squirrel took off, leaving the brown Bengal behind.

She continued, finding herself crossing into forest that was different from the one she saw daily, at least a little bit. It had a different smell to it, or maybe it was the smell of other cats. Either way, she was intrigued. She padded along, the evening sun not set yet but also not super low, casting shadows across the ground. Truthfully she did not know how far she was from the gorge, but she wouldn't know until she found it.

She felt disappointment that she hadn't found it yet, but, to her surprise, she had found something else. If she remembered right, this place was around the same area the old gathering place was. She had never been there herself, another disappointment, but this was it's remains. She supposed that counted for something.

She passed this landmark, deciding it could be something to check out on the way home. Though, as she walked along the water that led to the stone remains, there was a feeling that slowly settled over her, one that brought a drowsiness to her eyes. She had been awake a good portion of the night before and had been awake until now.

With a small yawn, the she-cat stopped where she stood along the water, bending and pulling her legs beneath herself and laying in the gravelly sand. She curled her head next to her side and closed her eyes, quite quickly settling into a peaceful sleep. It wasn't a deep sleep by any means, but it was a rest nonetheless.

She was probably asleep for about half an hour when her ears flicked, a sound finding her. She blinked a few times, lifting her head. She let out a little yawn, peering over and finding there was another feline a short distance away. They were in shadow, and she couldn't quite tell who they were, but they were coming closer.

As they came near, she blinked at them neutrally. "Hello."

"Speaking." Thinking.

931 & Gemini

[Gemini]

Profound umber-brown visionaries envisioned the privilege of being a warrior, considering his apprenticeship felt significantly restraining. His visage was the color of Earth smooched by spring showers, the hue that pledged to revive vitality from stationary roots. The budding plants are conducted upward by daybreak before flourishing into the vibrant colors of a new season. Harepaw imagined that being entitled as a warrior indicated more freedom. Little did he comprehend that it wasn't all that. Ordinances existed; regulations he didn't enjoy following. Initially, Harepaw harbored excitement regarding becoming an apprentice. He hadn't valued the training adequately, moderately dubious about listening to his Mentor. Harepaw was a rebellious apprentice and a deplorable one to negotiate. Previously, in the older territories, before this drastic change, Harepaw would sneak out of TreeClan's at Sundown, honing his dexterities to demonstrate to his Mentor when he purposely failed the prior training sessions. He would appear to the subsequent one, excelling in his learning skills. Harepaw predominantly excelled in hunting, tracking, and applying his agility. The tom's nasal passages were an exceptional advantage to appeal to his hunting mastery. He was undoubtedly an autonomous feline. He failed the foremost time in training sessions, intentionally. The Earthquake introduced the danger the Earth could behold, an astonishing occurrence in Harepaw's existence. He acknowledged this could somehow withhold a conceivable outcome. However, this would never prevent him from continuing his adventures. The diminutive tomcat found himself inquisitive if others feared proceeding on their lonesome after the Quake. Harepaw felt tormented by nature amidst him, cherishing this new environment, I can't wait to explore this whole place. I should investigate for scents; I don't want to wind up in the wrong Clan's territory. Despite his adventurous demeanor, he respected the other Clan's boundaries mildly. With additional moons to arrive, Harepaw's imprudence would awaken further, and perhaps, he could conclude as a loner, depending on how far he'd maintain himself. It wasn't that he was detrimental but moderately rebellious in terms of fundamental laws within Clans. Was StarClan even true? Harepaw narrowly accepted the statements he's heard concerning StarClan. He passed through new landmarks, grimacing upon the luxuriant evolution of the future. There were tons of newfound locations and features that he couldn't postpone portraying more in his vision. The apprentice smiled warmly, pondering about the day he'd earn his warrior name. The tom was aging quickly, and most warriors acquired their names before he had. Twenty-one moons and yet wasn't a warrior. Possibly due to his incompetence with his Mentor during sessions, he delivered consecutive aptitudes during the subsequent training session and succeeded. He'd have achieved it sooner if he'd stepped up and welcomed responsibility. Moments ago, Harepaw slinked out of the campsite, as he'd always had. This time, it hadn't entirely been Sundown, shortly greeted by the moon's surfacing and the sun's descent for the Night, where Silverpelt revealed. In that welcome amber luminance, the time of deliberate reflections had anchored when his brain became an immaculate vacant horizon, glimpsing yet delighted to pose with unobstructed visions. Here came the soothing breeze, becoming absorbed in the harmony of crickets, authorizing the temperate dynamism of nature to wash over. The sire certainly felt free on his own. A peaceful smile plastered amongst his countenance as he ambulated onward, with a skip in his step. As the daybreak slowly depleted away, there was scarcely enough for shadows' appearance. Between preferring the darkness or not, the twilight was soon to arrive, and everything in the woodland would be hidden underneath it. Even the luminaries above and moon recoil behind a dense cloud layer, giving the ambiance he associated with the Earth before a storm. Harepaw's auditories became more vigilant and his mentality conscious; every twig snap is a predator, or prey, even if it is another feline. For each aroma, the apprentice's brain jumped to the most dreadful thing it could be, and his body was prepared for flight, fight, or freeze. For the most part, he resisted fleeing. Running would give his position away, and I'm not much of a fighter. He could insist on waiting while the blackness came and praying that the Sunhigh was distant. The youthful bachelor strayed afar, closer toward the bordering areas. The tom's pace hindered, an unfamiliar aroma lingering in GorgeClan's domain. Pivoting on his foundations, he curiously, without indecision nor circumspection, discovered himself diminishing his undersized physique toward the terra firma. The aroma wasn't entirely foreign, as the opposing feline was absolutely part of a clan, but not his. Unfortunately, there was still a brim of daylight, casting his shadow to reveal that he'd been there. The tom listened to the mademoiselle's vocalized greeting. It was pretty monotonous and emotionless, deemed no expression across the molly's facade. The placid gaze he'd received was fascinating, something he hadn't generally come across. "Why, hello there!" The sire chirped, imagining it was okay to be friendly, as long as she wasn't a threat. However, he assumed the correct thing to do would be to escort her out and inform his new leader, Whitehawk, who'd soon acquire his nine lives and be renamed Whitestar, representing his leadership. He hummed in thought, with a chuckle, "Hmm, don't you know you're in GorgeClan?" The tomcat scrutinized her with expansive, expressive umber visionaries, "I know you do, that's for sure. Our scents are obviously here." The tomcat cut in before she could respond, though she could still respond if she pleased. Harepaw was instantaneous when grasping a conversation and conveying emotions, hardly presenting others the possibility to comment. He was ecstatically content speaking to another, and it was another clan cat! There was plenty of adrenaline rushing through Harepaw, standing on his tippytoes as he grinned cheekily, "Ah, it's rude of me..I always forget to introduce myself, the name's Harepaw! But seriously, you could get in trouble out here...it's hard not to cross the boundaries, I totally understand." "I want to see what this new motherland has to offer. The Earth crackling and rumbling or whatever was so cool. It destroyed our old home and yet created beauty! Nature is an amazing thing, and being in the Clan has these boundaries I just can't entirely stand." He'd already been speaking about his distaste for the Clan's regulations upon territories without a second thought. He didn't even know the other's name; oh, StarClan, what was this tom pondering? I think I'm talking too much... [attr="class","pknotes"]1,072 words ✖ Abyss  with Dogpaw ✖ notes; Here's my crazy dude!

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