[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] RUSSET[/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]PAW[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] RAINCLAN // TOM // 7 Moons[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] “It seems a lesson has been learnt today,”[...]“Your mentor is always correct.” More like he's always a JERK. A big, fat, cold-hearted jerk with beaver teeth! YEAH I SAID IT! Unknown to the hazel and black tom, insults were being hurled at his muscular, dark back by the infuriated russet kitten trailing behind him. It was bad enough that he couldn't open his mouth properly to carry the fish that he had caught, but to have his ice-souled mentor spit out that annoying little line in such a way that just rubbed his fur all wrong. Fuming, the sun was setting in the distance, illuminating the wannabe-warrior's pelt as though he were on fire, representative of the ire the kitten was feeling at the precise moment. Even his left paw was sore from all the twisting the stupid trout had done to his claws - and his chin was still throbbing so much his eyes watered, he'd practically danced with pain when he'd been so ridiculously slapped by his own prey. That was the worst kind of insult, really. To be mocked by the thing he was supposed to be higher up on the food chain in comparison. Eyes ablaze, Russetpaw caught the attention of Lilypaw and Tricklepaw, the half-sisters of the senior warrior Vultureback, Lilypaw going as far as to bound over and ask what was wrong. Russetpaw only shook his head, stopping her in her tracks, the tom not willing to vocalize his desire to not have any company right now. He was in too foul a mood for any sort of social interaction - at least, nothing beyond getting some poppy seeds for the pain and giving his trout to his parents. Give me back my fish. He longed to say those words, but he knew opening his mouth at this point was just going to cause him an uproarous amount of pain - so he was saving all his strength for when he had to talk to Swanfeather about the injury. When they at last crossed the RainClan camp site to the Medicine Cat's den, Russetpaw trotted up to Razorfang, able to take it no longer and masking his face into the picture of obedience, asked him a question. "My fish, can I have it back?" Even if he had to roll it to the fresh kill pile, he wanted to do it himself. This line was spoken in such a clipped way, it was as though Razorfang were addressing a younger, slightly more emotional version of himself, the tom trying to cut down on jaw movement as much as possible, only his lips and tongue moving as he still tried to speak clearly. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-FIVE MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Did the large, black furred warrior have any clue as to the insults tumbling through Russetpaw's mind as the apprentice trailed behind him? No, he didn't. None of the mentor's focus was currently upon Russetpaw, which was likely in the young tom's favour. If any of those words had been said aloud for Razorfang to detect... let's just say there would be another visit to the river with dunking purposes. Despite any of it, Razorfang's attention wasn't upon Russetpaw as of now. All the large, RainClan warrior desired was to reach the medicine den without any form of disturbance. And with Russetpaw's jaw injury; the lack of speech was soothing for the tom's dangerously annoyed mood. Although Russetpaw had clearly experienced the harshness of today's training... Razorfang wasn't entirely fond of it either. Soon enough, Swanfeather would likely be spitting lectures at the hazelnut-masked tom simply because Russetpaw wasn't brought to her attention sooner. All this thought did was summon an agitated flick from the warrior's thinly furred tail, ears flattening against his head at the image of it. Swanfeather was an experienced medicine cat, but she was more than capable of having a temper, one that Razorfang was in no mood to deal with. Reaching the camp, Razorfang didn't bother pausing his advancing movements. He didn't wish to speak with any cat except for Swanfeather, and for this reason, he slipped as casually as possible to where the medicine den lay. Now standing outside of the enclosure, Razorfang decided now was as good a time as any to address his apprentice. Spinning around to face the reddish brown tom, it appeared Russetpaw was going to be the first to speak. He wanted his fish? This caused yet another silent scoff to ring through Razorfang's eardrums. What exactly did Russetpaw plan on doing? Carrying it somewhere? His jaw was in no condition. But then again, voicing this aloud would only increase the annoyance violently burning in Razorfang's stomach. Without any further hesitation, Razorfang lowered his neck to place the trout on the ground; but not so Russetpaw could pick it up... but so he could speak clearly without a fish in his mouth. The marks of his pointed fangs were visible in the trout's easily tainted form, but they did no real harm to the flesh it would provide for Rainclan later on. “The fish can be delivered to your parents later. For now, your jaw needs to be tended to. Further delay will only increase the damage, especially if you intend of carrying this somewhere on your own.” His cold eyes narrowed a fraction in all seriousness toward how careless Russetpaw seemed with the concept his jaw was not to be continuously used. If he had something to prove, Razorfang was sure it was nothing worth proving. Once again, Razorfang picked up the fish, knowing all too well if he left it upon the ground, Russetpaw would likely be foolish enough to attempt grasping it in his jaws. With that, Razorfang entered the medicine den with his head held high. “Swanfeather?” Razorfang mumbled through the trout blocking full usage of his vocal chords, seating himself in the doorway until a response was detected to assure he was allowed to progress further into the den and communicate with the medicine cat further about Russetpaw's jaw injury. Quickly, Razorfang placed the fish by his side as to both block it from Russetpaw's reach, and assure he didn't mislead the medicine cat into believing it was brought for her. If more fish had been captured, surely one would be gifted to the medicine cat. But, Russetpaw wanted this one to go to his parents. The day had been horrible enough as it is, one good thing should be able to come out of it for the apprentice. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌Swanfeather who had woken early from a very adventurous dream the evening before was in no mood to socialize. In fact she much rather being talking with the cat she saw in her dream, the tabby cat that seemed to flicker as he walked away. She had been meaning to head out and just watch her clan, look for the signs of the cat but once again she was stuck in her den. Busy with herbs, a never ending task for the black pointed she-cat. With a flick of her tail and sorted damp herbs into lines on the large leaves, tomorrow she'd place them after the dew went away to dry them out, some dry herbs were easier to care for. She had just rose up to hear paw steps coming toward her den, her name come in from the outside of her den. Giving her chest a few cleaning licks she ventured outside and came, nose to fish to another warrior's nose. With a flare of her black nose she drank in the scent of the fish, her tummy rumbling but she didn't ask for the meal. "Razorfang, what can I do for you?" Swanfeather asked, trying to maintain her curt and strict style of speaking, her attention drawn to the pained looked on Russetpaw's face she knew Razorfang was here to ask for something for his apprentice. With a stern look on her face she looked at Razorfang and waited for him to answer her. [/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [style=width: 400px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #000000; font-family: georgia;]table by KEIKEI @ BTN[/style]

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-FIVE MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Swanfeather's familiar face was now directly before the Rainclan warrior, dipping his head formally in greeting to the she-cat as she addressed Razorfang upon the concept of what he currently needed from her. Razorfang twisted his neck over his shoulder blades to spare a glance at the wounded apprentice, signaling with the forwardly jerk of his head so Russetpaw would enter the medicine den and give Swanfeather a better look at his injury. Returning his attention to the strict expression held within Swanfeather's blue eyes, the large-sized tom parted his lethal jaws in means of responding to the medicine cat's lingering question. “During training, Russetpaw's jaw made a very... unlucky strike to the surface of a rock. If you'd be so kind as to check its current state,” Razorfang paused, analyzing the way Swanfeather spared a predatory glance at the fish still at the warrior's side. “It'd be my honour to return to the river and bring you a fresh meal.” Although it'd be much easier to simply gift Swanfeather with the fish already in his possession, he knew his relationship with Russetpaw was already on thin ice. The reddish brown apprentice would be devastated if Razorfang gave it to another cat when he desired to gift it to his parents. A barely audible sigh departed from the tom's gray-green eyes as he averted his gaze from the fish and back upon Swanfeather. He wasn't entirely certain whether or not the medicine cat would accept his offer. But, regardless, she did seem famished and it was the least he could do after bringing her a patient. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] RUSSET[/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]PAW[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] RAINCLAN // TOM // 7 Moons[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] "I wasn't going to carry it," muttered the russet tom under his breath. "I was going to roll it!" Russetpaw knew even as he said it that Razorfang wasn't going to relinquish his hold on the trout until after he'd been treated. In pain and with an immense amount of agitation welling up inside of him like an electrical fire, sparked into further furvor when Swanfeather's eyes darted towards the trout. Russetpaw didn't want to be rude, but he didn't want his mentor giving the fish that he caught away to a cat he hadn't meant to give it to. Swanfeather was a great Clan member, a great healer, but she could have a different fish, not the one for his parents! Moving to hastily sit beside his mentor, and very close to the trout, he gave Razorfang a very pointed look, trying to visibly convey that he was NOT to give that trout away under any circumstances. It might have seemed like he was trying to will Razorfang into handing it to him, but such was not the case, and hopefully Razorfang was intelligent enough not to take it that way. Before Swanfeather would start poking and prodding and shoving herbs down his throat, Russetpaw wanted to make sure that fish stayed exactly where it was supposed to be. ...What if Razorfang gets hungry while waiting for me to get treatment? What if an elder walks by and he gives it to him? Or a queen full of kits? In a brief epiphany of maturity, Russetpaw realized that coveting a fish meant for his parents so late into leaf-fall was selfish and not doing the Clan any favors. His parents were both strong, capable warriors, they could catch fish themselves, but cats like Swanfeather here, didn't have the time to catch prey, and sometimes had to rely on a Clan mate being kind enough to remember to feed them. Feeling emotionally conflicted - he was still clinging to the notion that the first fish you ever catch is supposed to be a special one - Russetpaw knew, in his heart of hearts, what the right decision would be. Like lightning, the apprentice grabbed the trout by the tail, his claws hooked in the sturdy fins to drag it closer to him, where, gently, ever so gently, Russetpaw opened his mouth and picked it up. YE.OW.CH. Bad idea. BAD IDEA. Dancing over to Swanfeather out of silent agony, Russetpaw dropped the fish in front of her, his eyes watering, his jaw still swollen and rather on the angry side after that little gesture of kindness and stupidity. "For you!" He hissed, shoulders hunched and feeling light-headed. It was easy to see that his tone was not one born out of anguish over giving up his fish - it was born out of being in horrible amounts of pain. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌Swanfeather studied the warrior across from her, then later his apprentice, a stern look crossing over her face. It seemed this always happened after the river had swollen up to the point large rocks were hidden and not seen as a threat while they still were. It was an annoyance to Swanfeather, it always seemed a lot of cats came into her den with sore jaws or even at the worst broken legs from crashing not the rocks, the threat the rocks posed worried the black pointed she-cat. While she normally would uphold Russetpaw’s to his stupidity she reframed from lashing out the apprentice, after all it was his mentor’s fault. The offer of the fish was unneeded, the she-cat flicked her tail as a decline, but to further annoyance Russetpaw who was clearly in pain brought it up toward her, his face contorted into a face, Swanfeather’s heart felt a little sadness but she didn’t reach out to comfort the foolish cat. Instead her attention went back to Razorfang. ” You know that it’s your fault right? You allowed Russetpaw to fish in the more dangerous parts of the river. I suggest next time you look out not just for the prize of the meal, instead the safety of your appretince.” Swanfeather spoke curtly, flicking her tail for Russetpaw to fallow her into her den and rest on a moss nest. ”That those fish to Russetpaw’s parents, after that you can return and check on your apprentice.” Swanfeather added and dismissed the warrior with a flick of her tail. Now her attention was on the apprentice who clearly was in a lot of pain. Swanfeather didn’t talk much as she gathered a bundle of poppy seeds and a bundle of raspberry leaves. She sorted them and measured up the size of the apprentice in front of her. ” Eat leaves first, then the poppy. It will make you sleepy so you can sleep in that nest there. I’ll be here when you wake up” Swanfeather said pushing the two leaves and the three poppy seeds toward him on a leaf, flicking her tail she went outside of her den to wait for Razorfang. [/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [style=width: 400px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #000000; font-family: georgia;]table by KEIKEI @ BTN[/style]

[Insidious]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-FIVE MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Razorfang's gray-green eyes darted toward Russetpaw in an instant, clear agitation decorating his expression. His jaw was worsening upon each occasion he chose to put it to use, what about that was not processing through the apprentice's brain? Razorfang's self-directed rant was brought to an end, luckily, before the warrior took initiative to open his lethal mouth and spit what – for the Rainclan tom – was common sense that Russetpaw should already be familiar with. On the less lucky side, what did bring an end to Razorfang's displeased thoughts was a lecture from the medicine cat now standing before him with stern facial features and a carefully executed word choice. The hazelnut masked tom pulled his large black ears forward, plastering a look of sheer, attentive understandability to how he was in the 'wrong'. Razorfang knew better than to argue with a well-trained medicine cat, that was very well the only thing keeping Razorfang from opening his insensitive jaws. A brief glance quickly averted to the reddish brown apprentice flanking Swanfeather, searching the apprentice for any hints of amusement. Razorfang was far from oblivious, this being why it was more than obvious for the towering tom that Russetpaw wasn't particularly fond of his mentor as of now. The tom's mind reeled with punishment options. Harsher training once he was fully healed, more difficult tasks to overcome, etc. But, that was the last thing needed. Razorfang's predatory eyes hardened a fraction at Swanfeather's exact words “I suggest next time you look out not just for the prize of the meal, but for the safety of your apprentice.” Swanfeather didn't even know the story. No hunting was involved in Russetpaw's incident, he had been crossing rocks to improve his grace. Of course, Razorfang kept his thoughts to himself. Either way, he knew and completely understood the safety of an apprentice was in the paws of the mentor during training. Russetpaw just so happened to have gotten injured, therefore, Razorfang was willing to accept full responsibility for it. As Swanfeather's tail signaled for Razorfang's dismissal, the large tom rose upon all fours' and approached the fish placed before the medicine cat. A quick glance was exchanged with the she-cat before the warrior gripped the fish within his razor pointed teeth, turning tail to briskly exit the medicine den and seek out Russetpaw's parents. Razorfang leisurely advanced through the Rainclan camp, making eye contact with those he passed only so he could determine which faces belonged to Brookrun and Snoweye. Russetpaw's parents wouldn't likely be overly pleased to hear Russetpaw had encountered an injury, and briefly, Razorfang caught himself wondering if he was in for another lecture from the two cats. A sigh departed from the warrior's jaw, pausing his onward progressing movements to protrude his black furred neck and analyze the surrounding camp efficiently. At last, a glimpse of Brookrun's silver fur was noticed from the corner of Razorfang's gray-green eyes. Taking his approach, the large tom glided with stretched strides across the Rainclan camp until the moment he stood behind the queen, the fish he was sent to deliver still clenched. “Evening,” Razorfang greeted formally, allowing the fish to slip from his grasp at Brookrun's front before returning to his normal posture to speak further. “Russetpaw caught this all on his own today and wished for you to receive it. I'm sure he would have enjoyed delivering it himself, but...” the Rainclan warrior paused, establishing direct eye contact with the queen regardless of how much he wished to do otherwise. “It's tragic to report. But, I'm afraid during a certain session to improve Russetpaw's elegance, his jaw was wounded. Currently, he's being tended to by Swanfeather. If you wish to visit, I'm sure he'd be glad to see you upon awakening from whichever herbs I'm sure Swanfeather is having him swallow down.” Razorfang didn't stick around too much longer after that, wishing to return to the medicine den as soon as possible as requested by Swanfeather. Perhaps, a part of him simply wished not to be faced with the worry of a mother. Razorfang wasn't one to be considered sympathetic; Brookrun probably wouldn't appreciate the lack of sadness clouding his expression. The tom, less willingly then before, strolled toward Swanfeather's chamber where he expected she'd be waiting out his return. [/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; background-color: #171617; padding: 2px;]tag: derp notes: derp[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: 2;]I fall apart and it figures It's just the way I've always been.[/style] [style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: #222222; line-height: 100%; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]table by Keikei @ BTN[/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 15px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/RussetpawIcon2.jpg); border-radius: 10px; border: #D13434 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] RUSSET[/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]PAW[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] RAINCLAN // TOM // 7 Moons[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] Wait, I'm not getting yelled at? Normally this would have inflated his ego, but the reality of the situation mixed with the almost unbearable pain in his jaw had Russetpaw thinking otherwise. He had listened, one ear half-turned to Razorfang and Swanfeather in front of the den, to the scolding while he lapped up the raspberry leaves first. To be...honest...he felt kinda guilty that Razorfang was facing the brunt of the Medicine Cat's ire. After all, they may not see the eye to eye, but as far as this mentor/apprentice thing went, they were in it together. When he was certain Razorfang was out of earshot, Russetpaw, slowly chewing the raspberry leaves as gently as his jaw would allow, couldn't help but speak up in Razorfang's favor. "It wasn't his fault. It was a lesson - he was showing me how to cross the river!" She just had to understand, right? Razorfang was a big boy, sure, but Russetpaw didn't want Swanfeather to think poorly of the hazel-jawed warrior because of a situation that wasn't properly explained. He owed Razorfang that much, as any loyal apprentice should speak up for their mentor's sake. Russetpaw gulped down a few poppy seeds. "He said I didn't have to do it, but I tried anyway and I slipped." Already feeling rather worn out, the ruddy apprentice began to slink back towards the nest Swanfeather had indicated. "So don't-" his words were interrupted by a yawn "- yell at him too much." Eyelids drooping, Russetpaw stopped talking, trying to block out the ache and stay focused long enough to hear Swanfeather's verdict, but the poppy seeds were winning the battle. Roselight: The Brookrun blinked, startled to see Razorfang deposit a fish in front of her and trot back in the direction of the Medicine Cat's den, the she-cat still getting used to the warrior's wordes. Tragedy. Unfortunate. Injury? Way to make a mother's heart skip a few beats with anxiety; before Brookrun could abandon the patrol she was supposed to be on, Roselight padded out of the warriors' den, having heard everything. "I'm sure he's fine, Brookrun, I'll go check on him. I hear it's just a sore jaw." The silver queen nodded, though her tail still swayed from side to side with anxiety, but Roselight had already followed after Razorfang. That had been their first day out together, as far as she could recall, and to have their first hunting lesson end injury - well, if she knew her younger cousin as well as she thought she did, Russetpaw wasn't going to be very happy. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]