[Phoenix]

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sincerely, noblepaw the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul

[CS=2] Run! Run! Run! Loud, heavy pawsteps from behind him indicate the proximity of the lynx. He has to get away, to lose the hunter in the trees of the thicker part of the forest. But no matter how fast he runs, it always sits there mockingly, just out of reach. His front leg sinks into a mud puddle, and he begins to pull at it, limbs flailing wildly as he looks up and sees the lynx drawing closer. Eyes are drawn to the jagged daggers that line its mouth, the thorn-like claws that adorn its large paws. He can't get loose! Frantically, panic fueling his violent actions, he tugs harder and harder. The lynx barrels down on him, knocking him over. Jaws close in around his face, claws slashing at him. No part of his body will obey his commands, and he can only lay there as a sinister chuckle fills his ears. "There is always next time.

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With a gasp, he jolted awake, heart pounding and out of breath. Eyes snapped open and ignoring the way it made his head throb, turned rapidly, casting his gaze about Spottedfeather's den. Spottedfeather's den. He was back in camp. He was safe. Trying to soothe his frayed nerves and steady his heart beat, Noblepaw took deep breaths. That voice had sounded so real, as if the lynx had been right beside him the whole time. As he tried to beat down his rising panic, he cast a wide-eyed gaze toward the entrance. It was not the pitch black of the night, but rather the fading darkness of the early morning. He could barely make out Duskpaw, silhouetted by the slight light. In sleep, her breathing was more regulated and calm, a respite to the pained breaths she always took during the day. And it was his fault. She had told him to not let the lynx's words get to him, to keep a cool and level head and wait for back up. Of course, that was always easier said than done for the battle-thirsty apprentice.

Yawning, he felt sleep try to claim him again, but he refused its gentle touch. No, one nightmare was enough for him. Climbing to his paws, he stiffly made his way to the entrance of the den, carefully trying not to disturb the other apprentice. When he reached the opening, he sat, looking out at the camp, silent in the growing light. With every other feline asleep, it looked peaceful in the morning mist. Around him lay traces of rain from the night before in the form of small puddles, littering the camp floor and reflecting the starry skies. Moisture hung in the air, keeping back some of the biting cold of the early morning. Still, he saw his own breath leaving his maw in warm clouds of air and felt the sting of the cold inside his lungs every time he took a breath. Leaf-bare was definitely drawing near, and it held the promise of a harsh one. Grimly, he wondered what other trials were going to be thrown at them.[/div][/td][/tr]
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i am the closest thing to god
so worship me and never stop

[style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem
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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F5DEB3; width: 480px; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 60px; border-top: 1px dotted #bfbfbf; border-right: 1px dotted #bfbfbf;] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 55px; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 30px; color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #c1c1c1; width: 370px;]DUSKPAW OF TREECLAN[/style] [STYLE=background-color: FFF5EE; color: FF6347; text-align: right; width: 340px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -35px; border-top: 1px dotted #c1c1c1;] TREECLAN - 6 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-faceicon_zps55f17309.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: right; margin-top: -80px;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-dappledfuricon_zps7a8db1a9.jpg); width: 70px; height: 70px; border-top-right-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; border-bottom-left-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: left; margin-top: -24px;] [/style] [STYLE=text-transform: lowercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; width: 260px; color: FFA500; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 80px;]❝ The way you move is like a full on rainstorm / And I'm a house of cards / You're the kind of reckless / That should send me runnin' / But I kinda know that I won't get far / And you stood there in front of me / Just close enough to touch Close enough to hope you couldn't see - What I was thinking of. ❤ ❞[/style] [STYLE= background-color: FFF5EE; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; border-top: 3px solid #cacaca; border-bottom: 3px solid #cacaca; color: FF6347; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; -moz-border-top-right-radius: 30px;] It had not been the quiet steps of the gray and white apprence that woke her. A northern wind penetrated the warm tortoiseshell and white fur that was his signature, cooling her soft skin and chilling her lungs with each breath. Duskpaw woke up shivering, looking around blearily, having not yet shaken off the drowsy, dreamless effects of the poppy seeds Spottedfeather had given. Instinctively drawing light green eyes to the now-empty nest of Noblepaw, the vacancy shook the sleepiness from her stare as she cast a wild look about the den. Where--Ah! Spotting him near the entrance like some kind of rigid sentry, Duskpaw uncurled as gently as she could, though she drew in a deep breath, despite the pain it caused to make sure she didn't develop any sickness. It wasn't good to take shallow breaths only, or so Spottedfeather had told her. Padding quietly to join the silent Noblepaw, she drew her light green gaze to the deep-set gashes that broke up the previously handsome visage. She didn't let it show, but inside she felt an infinite amount of pity for him. Those gashes had not yet scabbed over fully, and they appeared red and angry in her eyes, they were like the physical embodiment of his wounded pride. Had... Had he seen what he looked like, yet? Noblepaw had always been a proud, handsome almost-warrior to the younger, more naive Duskpaw. But now...he looked the definition of 'battle scarred', with the added bonus of looking...terrifying. The strong green stare coupled with those horrible slash marks gave off a frightening vibe, and she'd seen a couple kits freeze and back-track their way to the nursery after spotting the warrior-to-be getting some fresh air. He hadn't noticed, they'd been too busy talking - but Duskpaw had. "Good morning," she murmured in a quiet tone that was a lot warmer than the weather they were having. Sitting beside him, Duskpaw was all to aware of how much better she felt when she was moving. A nervous earflick in his direction was accompanied by a tentative mew, "Did you...sleep okay?" [/style] [STYLE= arial narrow; text-align: right; color: f6f6f6; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #a5a5a5; margin-top: -30px; font-style: italic;]Long Live~ Taylor Swift[/style] [STYLE=color: 514854; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right;]TAG ⋆ whoever. NOTES ⋆ here. CREDITS ⋆ rayah! of btn[/style]

[Phoenix]

[atrb=border,0,true]	sincerely, noblepaw the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul
[CS=2] Light pawsteps alerted him to the approach of another cat, their broken rhythm allowing him to identify who she was without having to turn to face her. But he did so anyway, eyes flicking to her soft features as she sat beside him. Though he was loathe to admit it, her company had been a comfort to him, and their shared experience, no matter how horrible, was a connection that would always exist between them, even if it was stretched so far that it had the same width and fragility of a spider's web. That was something he would never forget - not only the whole experience, but also the knowledge that she had leapt down from her safe perch in the branches in order to try and save him, a task in which she ultimately succeeded. He had to give her more respect, if only for that reason. As she whispered to him, her voice warm and soft, Noblepaw flicked an ear towards her and turned back, having shifted his gaze to a nearby puddle, which reflected the brightening sky. "Morning," He responded, voice raspy and slightly muffled, as he tried to refrain from moving his features as much as possible. His wounds stung from the movement, but he refused to become mute and confined to Spottedfeather's den; the frequent conversations with Duskpaw were one of his few sources of entertainment while he was stuck in camp. And even these conversations started out with him speaking in choppy fragments as he began to work his stiff facial muscles once more. He hated it. To be reduced to short phrases after developing such an eloquent and articulate speech pattern - on which he had received praise multiple times... it was humiliating. "Slept fine," He meowed, shrugging a shoulder slightly. "You? Are you okay?" Another cool breeze drifted through the camp, ruffling his fur, and the apprentice shivered slightly, momentarily distracted from their awkward conversation. "Getting cold out," he mused idly. It would probably be warmer deep inside the den, but Noblepaw had acquired a newfound appreciation for fresh air. He was less than inclined to pass up a chance to breathe in air unpolluted by the strong scents of herbs, regardless of the chill.
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[CS=2] i am the closest thing to god so worship me and never stop [style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem cat: here

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F5DEB3; width: 480px; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 60px; border-top: 1px dotted #bfbfbf; border-right: 1px dotted #bfbfbf;] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 55px; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 30px; color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #c1c1c1; width: 370px;]DUSKPAW OF TREECLAN[/style] [STYLE=background-color: FFF5EE; color: FF6347; text-align: right; width: 340px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -35px; border-top: 1px dotted #c1c1c1;] TREECLAN - 6 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-faceicon_zps55f17309.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: right; margin-top: -80px;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-dappledfuricon_zps7a8db1a9.jpg); width: 70px; height: 70px; border-top-right-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; border-bottom-left-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: left; margin-top: -24px;] [/style] [STYLE=text-transform: lowercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; width: 260px; color: FFA500; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 80px;]❝ The way you move is like a full on rainstorm / And I'm a house of cards / You're the kind of reckless / That should send me runnin' / But I kinda know that I won't get far / And you stood there in front of me / Just close enough to touch Close enough to hope you couldn't see - What I was thinking of. ❤ ❞[/style] [STYLE= background-color: FFF5EE; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; border-top: 3px solid #cacaca; border-bottom: 3px solid #cacaca; color: FF6347; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; -moz-border-top-right-radius: 30px;] Duskpaw shivered as she spoke, though not from looking at his mangled his face; she was far too used to it, her affection still withstanding despite his foolish injury rather think any less of him. "Very cold, my winter coat hasn't come in yet," she replied, her tail tip thumping against the ground to beat some warmth back into it, the end having gone a bit numb. The she-cat would've scooted a bit closer to him, so that their combined body heat would make up for their summer coats, but despite all that they had endured together, Duskpaw kept herself in check. Though Duskpaw felt as though she could now consider him a true friend, Noblepaw didn't need her spewing her feelings for him all over the tom, not when he had other things on his mind - like recovery. Aware of his stiff facial movements and clipped words, Duskpaw wrapped her tail around her white-mitted paws, ears flattening sideways as she drew in a shaky, deep breath, letting it out painfully. Foxdung! I hate this! Having never had to endure this much almost-constant pain her entire life, Duskpaw felt as though she'd been caught in a windstorm but StarClan had been too cruel to whisk her away to a painless forest full of prey that were slow and weather that was mild... Of course Duskpaw didn't want to die, but sometimes she wished for a respite from the pain, when the poppy seeds had worn off and the cold weather had her already aching torso aching even worse. But she would endure it. She had to endure it. I want to be a warrior, no matter what. I want to be there when Noblepaw receives his warrior name... But most of all, she wanted to become a warrior beside her sister, Dawnpaw. Though their interests were obviously very different, a sister was a sister, and it wasn't as though they were on bad terms with one another. Willing to hold on to their kinship, it was her wish that she get the chance to stand beside her white and ginger-pointed sister before Lionstar to receive their warrior names. "You aren't going to be here for very long," mewed Duskpaw, trying to breakthrough the quiet, if not a little somber exterior of her Clanmate by looking on the bright side. She fixed him with a bright stare, mewing "You'll have to train extra hard for me, okay? I've got about 2 moons before I can start training again." Noblepaw had been lucky. He had scars - admittedly deep ones - to heal, but that wouldn't take as long as either of them thought. Noblepaw was a young, healthy cat. He'd be out of the Medicine Cat's den before the week was out. [/style] [STYLE= arial narrow; text-align: right; color: f6f6f6; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #a5a5a5; margin-top: -30px; font-style: italic;]Long Live~ Taylor Swift[/style] [STYLE=color: 514854; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right;]TAG ⋆ whoever. NOTES ⋆ here. CREDITS ⋆ rayah! of btn[/style]

[Phoenix]

[atrb=border,0,true]	sincerely, noblepaw the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul
[CS=2] Silence fell after Duskpaw's comment about the cold, since he did not feel the desire to talk and a glance in her direction showed her looking more pained than anything else. It was subtle, a slight clenching of the jaws and glint in her eyes, but because the she-cat as his only real companion in the medicine cat's den, he had learned to read her expressions better than he had ever wanted to during their stilted conversations. And Noblepaw had momentarily forgotten that talking was not necessarily painless for her either. Regardless of the crisp chill, he was content to sit in the quiet of the early morning, knowing that it would not last long when the kits and warriors began to rise. However, it seemed that his once silent companion had different plans. He could not help the excited grin that spread across his lips at the mention of returning to training, and it was surprisingly easy to brush aside the guilt he felt at the wistfulness in her voice. Green eyes brighted with an energy that they had lacked since the lynx attack, and the pain that his wide smile caused stood no chance against his kit-like eagerness. "Yes," Noblepaw practically purred, voice considerably warmer. "Spottedfeather should just let me out now; I've recovered enough. I can take on any of the apprentices now, anyway." He had to show that the attack had not knocked him down for good, that he could come back even better than before because of it. He was resiliant and strong, able to deal with any number of attacks. Pity was not necessary. And what she said was true! Noblepaw would regain his freedom very soon, regain his ability to hone his fighting skills. In fact, the more he thought about it now, the more fidgety he became, kneading the ground with his paws until he could not sit still any longer. Then he began to pace, back and forth, unable to wipe that ridiculous grin from his face. "I will train extra hard," He promised her, pausing to address Duskpaw on one of his turns as he paced in front of the other apprentice. "And I might even bring you a piece of--" At that point, feeling utterly kit-like, the tom had swept into a low bow, dipping his head low. Eyes fell from her face to the puddle at his paws, and for the first time since entering Spottedfeather's den, he got a good look at himself. The genuine grin on his face froze, slowly reshaping itself into a look of horror as he stared at his reflection. His jaw fell open and the normally eloquent tom found himself utterly speechless. Gray and white fur along his back began to bristle and something like a yowl left his jaws as he shoved himself away from the puddle, batting at it with unsheathed claws. Wide green eyes, now alight with a different emotion, glared around the clearing as he began to comprehend the details of what he saw in the water. He could not even begin to describe the torrent of emotions that crashed through him, fighting for the prominent spot. The roaring of his heart sounded loud in his ears and the image of what he had just seen stuck across the forefront his mind.
[CS=2] Words: lazy Notes: not sure I did his reaction justice.. but I think you can imagine what it was like
[CS=2] i am the closest thing to god so worship me and never stop [style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem cat: here

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F5DEB3; width: 480px; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 60px; border-top: 1px dotted #bfbfbf; border-right: 1px dotted #bfbfbf;] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 55px; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 30px; color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #c1c1c1; width: 370px;]DUSKPAW OF TREECLAN[/style] [STYLE=background-color: FFF5EE; color: FF6347; text-align: right; width: 340px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -35px; border-top: 1px dotted #c1c1c1;] TREECLAN - 6 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-faceicon_zps55f17309.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: right; margin-top: -80px;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-dappledfuricon_zps7a8db1a9.jpg); width: 70px; height: 70px; border-top-right-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; border-bottom-left-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: left; margin-top: -24px;] [/style] [STYLE=text-transform: lowercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 260px; color: FFA500; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 80px;]❝ The way you move is like a full on rainstorm / And I'm a house of cards / You're the kind of reckless / That should send me runnin' / But I kinda know that I won't get far / And you stood there in front of me / Just close enough to touch Close enough to hope you couldn't see - What I was thinking of. ❤ ❞[/style] [STYLE= background-color: FFF5EE; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; border-top: 3px solid #cacaca; border-bottom: 3px solid #cacaca; color: FF6347; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; -moz-border-top-right-radius: 30px;] The warmth and excitement in Noblepaw's voice had banished the miserable pangs of cabin fever and pity she'd been feeling towards herself, the tortoiseshell and white she-cat watching him, her throat humming with soothing purr. It was so good to see him like that - he momentarily forgot his injuries, he wasn't plagued by any sort of negativity, when his green eyes were glowing like starlight. A purr died in her throat when Noblepaw looked down, and the reality of his injuries struck him in the face like a paw-slap from Demon. She watched, momentarily speechless as the turmoil raged through his being, the puddle of water as still, as silent as StarClan, the slashed visage of Noblepaw staring right back up at him. Duskpaw cringed, more out of empathy for her proud friend than for her ribs, the she-cat lurching from her place to gently - timidly - nudge his shoulder with the end of her pink nose. "N-Noblepaw?" There was no way to tell if he was really listening or not, but she found the courage to continue, hoping these words - for what they were worth - reached him. "You're still handsome to me. Really. It's not so bad." Somehow those words sounded so faraway, as if they hadn't even reached her ears properly, let alone the gray and white tom's. Glancing around helplessly for someone who might shake Noblepaw back to reality, Duskpaw's thoughts darted like terrified fish, seeking shelter with the knowledge that Noblepaw's father might be able to say something. Anything. But he wasn't up yet. No one was up yet. It was just Noblepaw, Duskpaw, and his reflection. Duskpaw's tail twitched nervously, the she-cat's gaze locked onto Noblepaw's, the immense amount of helplessness she was feeling was practically suffocating. It was true - even with his face mangled, he was still Noblepaw. He was still Noblepaw of TreeClan, her friend and the best fighter in the apprentices' den. And yet... For the first time in a while, the tortoiseshell and white she-cat felt as though the gap momentarily had widened between them - as if she were invisible, he could not see her in the wake of such a horrifying realization. She was nothing more than a voice on the wind, and he was lost in a world where he couldn't even hear it. Duskpaw kneaded the ground with anxious paws. Oh Noblepaw. It will be alright. I promise.[/style] [STYLE= arial narrow; text-align: right; color: f6f6f6; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #a5a5a5; margin-top: -30px; font-style: italic;]Long Live~ Taylor Swift[/style] [STYLE=color: 514854; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right;]TAG ⋆ whoever. NOTES ⋆ here. CREDITS ⋆ rayah! of btn[/style]

[Phoenix]

[atrb=border,0,true]	sincerely, noblepaw the road i walk is paved in gold to glorify my platinum soul
[CS=2] A mist seemed to fill his mind, blocking everything out but the sound of his breathing and the reflection he had seen in the puddle. Horror seeped in from his paws, slowly meandering its way through him as water slowly spreads from a puddle. Its cold was a contrast to the heat that had filled him and caused his face to throb, something which, once brought to his awareness, gained his full attention. He could feel the wounds, long and large, over his face, and with each throb, counted how many and tried to judge how deep, despite his better judgement. Five obvious, painful wounds. Five jagged, permenant scars. The memory of the blow flitted across his consciousness, and Noblepaw was barely aware of his tembling legs as he tried to comprehend the implications of what he had seen in the puddle. And then his ears picked up on words ghosting through the dense fog and the ringing in his ears. Something nudged his shoulder, and caught up in the memory of the attack, he started and flinched away before turning. Dimly he recognized Duskpaw and heard her soft, faint words. It's not so bad. He gave her a faint look, not caring if the incredulous expression he could feel on his face was rude. "Not so bad?" He echoed fainly, feeling hot anger conflicting with the cold horror that had slowly spread through him. The fray lasted for only a moment before new, more powerful emotion rose, victorious. "Not so bad! You don't have to wake up every morning and look like this, Duskpaw! The only thing the clan is going to see are the scars on my face. The only thing the other clans are going to see is a poor apprentice who was mauled by the lynx." Already, he could see himself in the future, a grown warrior, hardworking and deserving of respect. Perhaps even visiting the nursery to see kits of his own. They would be scared of his visage, of the gray and white features dominated by large scars. The whispers about him would be endless, and while he appreciated being the subject of numerous conversations, these would not be the kind that he wanted: whispers of admiration. Cats would stare - they had already done so, he felt their looks - and others would pity him. He wanted recognition and respect, not pity and sympathy. Regardless of his actions, the scars would still be there, still marr his face. Broken ribs, though the recovery would be longer, would not leave a visible scar. For an instant, he envied Duskpaw.
[CS=2] Words: lazy Notes: completely lost my train of thought, so I'll just end it there x.x
[CS=2] i am the closest thing to god so worship me and never stop [style=font-family: palatino linotype; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size; 5px; margin-top: -20px;]credits: don't stop by innerpartysystem cat: here

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F5DEB3; width: 480px; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 60px; border-bottom-left-radius: 60px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 60px; border-top: 1px dotted #bfbfbf; border-right: 1px dotted #bfbfbf;] [STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 55px; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 30px; color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #c1c1c1; width: 370px;]DUSKPAW OF TREECLAN[/style] [STYLE=background-color: FFF5EE; color: FF6347; text-align: right; width: 340px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -35px; border-top: 1px dotted #c1c1c1;] TREECLAN - 6 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-faceicon_zps55f17309.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em 4em 1em 4em; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: right; margin-top: -80px;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Duskpaw-dappledfuricon_zps7a8db1a9.jpg); width: 70px; height: 70px; border-top-right-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 40px; border-bottom-left-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 40px; border: 4px solid #FF6347; float: left; margin-top: -24px;] [/style] [STYLE=text-transform: lowercase; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; width: 260px; color: FFA500; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: 80px;]❝ The way you move is like a full on rainstorm / And I'm a house of cards / You're the kind of reckless / That should send me runnin' / But I kinda know that I won't get far / And you stood there in front of me / Just close enough to touch Close enough to hope you couldn't see - What I was thinking of. ❤ ❞[/style] [STYLE= background-color: FFF5EE; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; border-top: 3px solid #cacaca; border-bottom: 3px solid #cacaca; color: FF6347; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; -moz-border-top-right-radius: 30px;] In what felt like three of the longest seconds of her life, Duskpaw's calm soothing words had been ripped to shreds by a hystical, furious, emotionally conflicted Noblepaw. He looked a hundred times more menacing than before, with those five long gashes that now decorated his face like a macabre pun on 'tabby markings', and Duskpaw's tail fluffed up instantly. "Not so bad! You don't have to wake up every morning and look like this, Duskpaw! The only thing the clan is going to see are the scars on my face. The only thing the other clans are going to see is a poor apprentice who was mauled by the lynx." Oh she knew this was hard for him - she knew better than anyone how hard this was for him, but Duskpaw had never been the type of she-cat to just lay down and be yelled at, especially by someone who had been wearing her patience down for moons at a time. "They will not and you know it!" She hissed back, her pale green eyes burning with passion and frustration. "You think appearances are the most important thing in the world? What happened to you - it is awful, but the Clan won't see you for your scars if you don't let them! If a cat is a great cat who does great things for his Clan, then it doesn't matter if he has one, eye, one leg and a hundred scratches. The Clan will still view him as a great warrior." Duskpaw could not vouch for the whole of TreeClan, but she had always been of the opinion, she had always firmly believed that they were as selfless and noble and strong as the legends had led her to think. TreeClan cats were smart enough to recognize a cat by what he did, not by what he looked like or where he came from. Right? Though she could only imagine what it was like to be in her gray and white friend's paws, she could still imagine him a strong TreeClan warrior, making his family proud, making TreeClan proud and strong, another root in their great tree. Duskpaw had always been hopeful when it came to Noblepaw, always silently and not-so-silently cheering him on, and that hadn't changed with this incident. If anything, her devotion to him and his goals had strengthened, now that he had something to prove and not just more muscle to flex. [/style] [STYLE= arial narrow; text-align: right; color: f6f6f6; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #a5a5a5; margin-top: -30px; font-style: italic;]Long Live~ Taylor Swift[/style] [STYLE=color: 514854; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: right;]TAG ⋆ whoever. NOTES ⋆ here. CREDITS ⋆ rayah! of btn[/style]