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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2012 17:21:42 GMT -5
where you invest your love,[/size] The early sun beamed harshly down upon the land of TreeClan. The sun, no matter its intensity, seemed to have little effect on the cold, dead world below. The grass was a bleached off-white shade and even the strongest trees had become stripped of their leaves. Nothing stirred below -- the land seemed windless, breathless, and lifeless. It was -- save for the TreeClan center camp, where yawning, tired cats arose from their warm, dark dens.
Sparrowpaw was no exception. She always arose early -- though never due to her own accord. The other apprentices in the den seemed so excited to start another routine day of clan life that, no matter how hushed their tones, they always roused her from her slumber. Because of this, Sparrowpaw always woke in an instantly foul mood.
As the young apprentice strode out of the den, a world that seemed very much dead was suddenly livened. Overflowing with irritated emotions and an acidic tongue, Sparrowpaw's intensity lit the world up, so it seemed. All this inner anger was not easily concealed; so she didn't bother. Why hide what I'm not ashamed of? Maybe they'll get the message to leave me be! Sparrowpaw inwardly thought, her olive eyes glancing around the camp to see who was awake.
It was not too surprising when the reserved, tense she-cat found no one, across the stretch of the campground, who was awake. The only cats she spotted were those who she wouldn't let herself associate with -- those who were just so happy to run around all daily aimlessly searching for prey that had long since moved on. Where is my brother? Sparrowpaw asked herself, her eyes searching the campground. Unlike herself, Swallowpaw had quite an unforgettable personality. While his fur was black, his personality was golden. And I'm just a plain jane, Sparrowpaw thought, degrading herself.
Padding a few feet from the opening of her den, Sparrowpaw settled down on her haunches and tried, without success (in her opinion) to make herself look presentable. No matter how many times her tongue glided over her fur and no matter how many brambles she picked off of her, she would be no better off than she already was.
On a dreary, cold and muddled day like today, it was hard for the black and white she-cat to imagine any task outside of the campground that would be useful whatsoever. It seemed that she would be stuck looking after others. On an ordinary day. Is there a use in budging from this spot? you invest your life. [/size][/u]
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Post by Fawn on Nov 30, 2012 18:18:09 GMT -5
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Just a few days longer, and you'll be completely free.
The words of the TreeClan medicine cat, Spottedfeather were dancing merrily like sugarplums in the she-cat's head; her recent tussle with an apprentice from NightClan had left her feeling a little more bruised than usual, but Duskpaw was coping well. Sometimes it was nice to just get some air; so long as she promised not to do any more battle training, the medicine cat had allowed her to resume her hunting duties, considering how stretched thin the freshkill pile actually was.
Duskpaw had learned her lesson about wandering off alone, and it was automatic now, that her pale green eyes would rove over the camp for someone she could go with or coax into a hunting party. Expecting to see the usual familiar faces of Mintleaf, Breezeflower and Longstripe - the three very lanky siblings - Duskpaw was surprised to notice Sparrowpaw right away. The she-cat looked a little cranky, but that wasn't enough to really put Duskpaw off from talking with her; she'd dealt with cranky, moody, arrogant, self-centered, frightened, furious - she'd deal with all that and more. I'll ask her what's wrong first, and then if it's no big deal, I'll see if she's up for a hunting trip. Sparrowpaw was young and a little gawkish looking, but Duskpaw didn't care about things like that. Clanmates were Clanmates. After Noblepaw's whole ordeal, Duskpaw had already accustomed to looking past the fur and flesh to see the personality that lay beneath.
"Hey Sparrowpaw," mewed the older apprentice cheerily, her pretty dappled tortoiseshell and white coat fluffier than the norm thanks to the throes of winter they were currently experiencing. Tufted ears pricked forward, plume of a tail sweeping around her paws as she came to sit across from the smaller thinner-furred warrior-to-be. Duskpaw blinked pleasantly at the other she-cat; "How are you doing this morning?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2012 16:24:20 GMT -5
where you invest your love,[/size] Sparrowpaw licked at her fanned out, mostly black paw and looked out at the campground with a brooding mind. Though she had been forced away by inconsiderate , bubbling apprentices, at least Sparrowpaw could be alone now. It was a ridiculously early and cold morning. The campground appeared, by the quick survey of her gray-green eyes, almost completely deserted.
Sparrowpaw let out a sigh, her warm breath visible in the frozen air. The apprentice's sigh was not one of frustration for once. It was an air of contentedness. For the moment, Sparrowpaw felt her anger subsiding and her boiling blood losing its energy.
As the black and white feline came across a particularly devious tangle in her coat, Sparrowpaw's eyes briefly flashed away from the view of the surroundings to work at the task at hand. It was in these brief few moments that Duskpaw had made her approach to where the gangly apprentice had been firmly planted. Sparrowpaw didn't even take notice of the fast approaching older apprentice until it was far too late for her to make herself useful and leave the scene. As her olive eyes flicked up casually and made surprised contact with the eyes of the fluffy apprentice, she instantly knew she'd be forced to socialize.
Sparrowpaw rose to her paws and drew her ears back in annoyance as she heard Duskpaw's grating voice. 'Hey Sparrowpaw,' the other TreeClan apprentice meowed to her cheerfully. While her mood had been improving, Sparrowpaw felt it sink back down to an irretrievable place as she heard how cheerful the other cat seemed. It's too early to be happy. How can she be happy when nothing has happened? Sparrowpaw asked herself, her lips curling back for a moment in the heat of her cranky anger.
"Hey Duskpaw," Sparrowpaw forced out of her pursed lips, her olive green eyes not maintaining contact with any part of the other apprentice. The black and white apprentice hoped this was all that she needed to do for Duskpaw. It was like a punch to the face when she heard the calico continue. 'How are you doing this morning?' Duskpaw inquired and Sparrowpaw had to catch herself from rudely snorting aloud. Apparently, showing no interest in propelling the conversation was not enough to get the older apprentice off of her back. "It's too early and too cold," Sparrowpaw meowed in complaint and held Duskpaw in her gaze briefly.
Sparrowpaw felt few moments of weakness in her life, but as she looked at Duskpaw, the apprentice felt bouts of pity. Most cats in TreeClan, including herself, had known about Duskpaw's injury and how it came to be. How is it that Duskpaw can be cooped up in camp like this and still maintain her cheerfulness? Will her warrior ceremony be postponed? Sparrowpaw wondered, her olive eyes briefly sympatheic for her fellow TreeClanner. "So," Sparrowpaw meowed, beginning with a more gentle, uncharacteristic tone than previous. "How are you doing? Feeling any better?" Sparrowpaw continued, maintaining rare interest and kindness with Duskpaw.
Sparrowpaw almost felt jealousy for Duskpaw. The black and white apprentice had always let her own situation get in the way of her feelings and relations with other cats. Why can't I just let that go? you invest your life. [/size][/u]
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Post by Fawn on Dec 2, 2012 19:56:10 GMT -5
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"It's too early and too cold,"
"Yes it is," Duskpaw chuckled, wrapping her bushy tail around her paws not just out of habit but to keep them warm. "But it'll stay cold all day, we can't help that." When the other apprentice's words turned to how she was feeling, Duskpaw couldn't suppress a purr, her light green eyes full of relief. "I am doing much much better. Spottedfeather says I should be ready to move back into the apprentice's den in a few more days. I've been permitted to hunt for the Clan, though no fighting." Well, minus that little scuffle I got into a day ago.
Not about to bring that up, Duskpaw refocused on the gangly black and white kitten in front of her, allowing herself a small smile. "It's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm not...er..." She flashed an uneasy grimace, "Not too keen on leaving camp by myself. Would you like to come hunting with me, Sparrowpaw? If not it's fine, it is awfully early." Duskpaw would understand if the other cat refused, though she might not be able to stop herself from taking it personally. Still, cats were entitled to hunt and not hunt as they pleased, as well as refuse invitations or make some of their own.
She wouldn't hold it against Sparrowpaw if she wanted to stay in camp. Truth be told, Duskpaw was a little stir crazy, and she wanted some company that wasn't a moody gray and white tom named Noblepaw for once.
Subtly holding her breath, the pretty calico and white she-cat waited with baited breath, her hopes a little higher than she'd care to admit. After all, why would Sparrowpaw say no? They were both aware of how small the fresh kill pile was right now. Maybe grabbing a third apprentice would be good too.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2012 19:39:46 GMT -5
where you invest your love,[/size] Olive eyes instantly flickered down to the floor as the optimistic calico commented on the weather with the short and simple – yet painful – phrase. ’ But it'll stay cold all day, we can't help that.’ The older apprentice meowed, causing Sparrowpaw to let out a small sigh of frustration, her breath white in the cold air. Sparrowpaw knew the truth about how StarClan only controlled the weather and how there was no reason for her to gripe about it because there was nothing she could do. But that was no reason for Duskpaw to bring it up! Sparrowpaw thought to herself, flexing her paws on the dirty, cold floor as she attempted to bite back her frustrations with the weather.
When Duskpaw went on to explain how she was doing, Sparrowpaw’s attitude evened once more. The awkward-looking black and white TreeClanner had been wondering how Duskpaw had been fairing, and was glad to hear that she had been doing better – so much better than she might get to return to the apprentice den soon, at that! ”That’s great! I’m sure you miss being in the apprentice den. I certainly wouldn’t want to be in the medicine cat’s den! Too much sickness,” Sparrowpaw purred, looking up and down at the older apprentice with bright eyes. ”You probably miss spending time with your friends in the apprentice den, too” Sparrowpaw added as an afterthought. Sparrowpaw didn’t have many friends due to her quiet nature and unstable emotions, yet Sparrowpaw could easily assume that the chatty, optimistic apprentice before her was quite popular amongst her peers.
The black and white apprentice gave her short fur a few vigorous licks as she sat. When Duskpaw spoke, the thin apprentice looked back up at the calico and pinned her large-ish ears forward. ’It's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm not...er... Not too keen on leaving camp by myself. Would you like to come hunting with me, Sparrowpaw? If not it's fine, it is awfully early,’ Duskpaw asked. The other apprentice’s words instantly caught Sparrowpaw’s attention. Though it was early, Sparrowpaw considered her question quite thoroughly. Sparrowpaw had forseen a day of sitting around in camp with nothing to do but clean out the dens of the elders and queens. Sparrowpaw, being the pessimist she was, had not planned to set paw outside of the camp because she had assumed hunting was so completely useless. And though hunting did seem like a useless task, Sparrowpaw knew that sitting around camp was an evil more useless task.
And, as it were, getting up an about might warm up her skinny body, which felt cold to the core. There was no real question as to how Sparrowpaw would reply. Glancing at Duskpaw and locking into the bright green eyes of her fellow apprentice, Sparrowpaw saw the urgency and almost pleading look in the calico. She really … can’t go out of the camp to hunt, can she? Sparrowpaw wondered. Her eyes darted down to her black paws, hoping the other apprentices wouldn’t see the brief flash of pity that entered her eyes. ”Sure, I’d love to go hunting with you. It’s much better than sitting around camp,” Sparrowpaw responded with false airs of energy and pushed herself up to her feet.
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Post by Fawn on Dec 9, 2012 0:29:32 GMT -5
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”Sure, I’d love to go hunting with you. It’s much better than sitting around camp,”
The dappled she-cat purred with satisfaction, smiling at Sparrowpaw with gratitude. "Thanks, I know our chances of catching anything are pretty low, but it's better to try and fail than to not try at all." The words that ushered out of Duskpaw's mouth were optimistic, surely, and she didn't quite know it yet, but she and Sparrowpaw were very nearly polar opposites of each other in not just appearance, either.
Duskpaw had a more solid bone structure, with thick, plush fur and a feathery tail, while Sparrowpaw was skinny, thin-furred and a little bit awkward looking at this stage of her life, whereas Duskpaw was nearing adulthood. They cut quite the unusual pair, solid looking Duskpaw and thin, thin Sparrowpaw.
Surging forward and crunching through the icy-crusted snow, Duskpaw's face scrunched up as her pure white paws came down on the harder, frozen bits. "I don't remember it being this bad," the warrior-to-be mewed out of the side of her mouth, ears flattening as she sprang over a snowy, rotten branch. "I mean it snowed when I was just a kit, last leafbare, but I don't think it ever rained and snowed at once."
It was a funny little phenomena, when it rained and snowed at the same time, making these weird, hard little pellets that stuck to her fur like burrs and hurt if they were hurtling towards you hard enough. Duskpaw glanced back, suddenly conscious of how thin Sparrowpaw's fur actually was. She smiled at her uneasily, looking apologetic. "Sorry for dragging you out here, you're probably freezing your whiskers off. Maybe we should pick up the pace and you'll warm up?"
If she could share the copious amounts of tortoiseshell fur she'd been born with, Duskpaw would've done so in a heartbeat.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2012 15:27:15 GMT -5
where you invest your love,[/size] The awkward looking black and white apprentice gazed at Dawnpaw with less than amused olive eyes. The calico apprentice seemed very surprised and content with Sparrowpaw's willingness to go hunting with her -- and was a little too happy about it. I should've been a little more gruff with her. This is going to be a long hunt. Duskpaw is quite chatty, Sparrowpaw thought to herself, peering at the fur of the vibrant calico beside her. 'Thanks, I know our chances of catching anything are pretty low, but it's better to try and fail than to not try at all,' Duskpaw meowed and Sparrowpaw sighed. It was true-- the weather was so cold that all the animals with the least bit of sense were curled up in the warmest place they could find. I wish we, as a clan, could be as smart as they. If only we could find some easier source of food, Sparrowpaw mused to herself, her whiskers twitching. "Maybe I can practice my crouching technique a little bit," Sparrowpaw mewed jokingly. The chance that Sparrowpaw would catch anything was dismal. Why should she even bother getting her hopes up for such matters?
In mid-thought, Duskpaw surged forward and Sparrowpaw stalled briefly. Snapping out of her thoughts, the black and white apprentice leapt forwards, her white paws pumping up and down and kicking bits of loose snow about her. For a moment, Sparrowpaw was glad for her tall body. It was easier for her to move through the snow. A smaller cat might get in to trouble dragging her feet.
Sparrowpaw sprang over a frozen root, her green eyes focused on the task. 'I don't remember it being this bad. I mean it snowed when I was just a kit, last leafbare, but I don't think it ever rained and snowed at once,' Duskpaw meowed and Sparrowpaw glanced over to her with a look of concern in her face. "I'm worried that it'll never get better. I mean, prey is so scarce and the combination of wetness and coldness is getting people sick," Sparrowpaw replied, flicking her ears back and forth to expel freezing water that had collected on her head.
The black and white apprentice shivered as she treaded behind Duskpaw. 'Sorry for dragging you out here, you're probably freezing your whiskers off. Maybe we should pick up the pace and you'll warm up?' Duskpaw meowed and Sparrowpaw shrugged. Certainly, Sparrowpaw was cold in her threadbare coat -- and was colder than Duskpaw. The young apprentice had no idea why she didn't grow a fuller coat in leafbare, but she never did. Frozen water trickled down right to her skin as a result, and the apprentice could feel her body getting number as they moved. "I think that if we go any faster, we'll alert any prey of our presence, though," Sparrowpaw meowed, glancing up at the leafless treetops as if she expected to see birds. The chances of them catching anything were incredibly slim -- but they had to try to give themselves the best possible chance.
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Post by Fawn on Dec 12, 2012 16:42:31 GMT -5
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"I think that if we go any faster, we'll alert any prey of our presence, though,"
"Or you'll freeze to death before we get there," Duskpaw observed, noticing the thin coat clinging to the gawky apprentice's body. It was puzzling really; shouldn't her winter coat have come in? Starting to slow her pace down, Duskpaw's fluffy, tufted paws acted as snowshoes on the winter forest floor, her tail held just up above the ground so as not to brush against the snow and alert whatever they were looking for to their presence.
"You wanted to practice your crouching? There's your chance," whispered the she-cat, her body going stock-still as she sighted a particularly tiny grackle treading the snow at the base of a tall, icy oak. Duskpaw's pale green eyes traveled up the length of the trunk, her expression growing mildly concerned when she gazed upon the ice-covered branches and the large spires of ice sticking downward at them threateningly.
"That doesn't look safe..."
The calico glanced back to Sparrowpaw. Did they risk the icicles and go after the grackle, or did they try their luck somewhere else?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2012 0:13:49 GMT -5
where you invest your love,[/size] Sparrowpaw felt a sudden flush of heat come onto her face and prickle at her paws as Duskpaw mentioned how cold that the black and white apprentice must have been. The young apprentice was used to attention -- but not attention like this. Sparrowpaw had been bullied so frequently as a kit for her looks and for being born without a mother alive to love her. This had been negative attention and it made her cold from the inside out. Duskpaw's attention was positive and spoke of how she was worried she'd get cold. Sparrowpaw was simply not used to the nature of this. Her white ears pinned back. "No, I think I am fine, really. It isn't that cold out," Sparrowpaw murmured, giving her moist, cold pelt a shake as if she was trying to brush the other apprentice's kind words off.
Sparrowpaw only had a few moments to recover before Duskpaw meowed again. 'You wanted to practice your crouching? There's your chance,' her words dispersed, floating across the icy cold world and entering her ears. Sparrowpaw was so shocked, for a moment Sparrowpaw had no response. There was prey -- right in front of her very own eyes. Due to her kithood and the weather that her early apprenticeship had been doomed with, the apprentice had only seen prey once or twice before -- let alone caught anything. The black and white apprentice had never done that.
Sparrowpaw gave Duskpaw a small glance as if asking: 'can I?' The black and white apprentice hardly trusted her abilities to perform an acceptable looking crouch, let alone actually try to catch something. Especially when prey was so scarce. What if I mess up? Sparrowpaw asked herself, the small apprentice quivering and her muscles almost freezing up. The apprentice did not have much of an opportunity to ask herself what ifs, however. In moments, the young apprentice feared her catch would be gone. Sparrowpaw was so caught up in catching the prey -- or not -- that she did not listen to what the older apprentice said. 'That doesn't look safe...' Duskpaw meowed to momentarily deaf ears.
So, Sparrowpaw did the thing she thought she would never have a chance to -- especially not on a day like today. She dropped to her paws and tucked in her tail, as her mentor, Briarshade, had instructed her in their brief, but informative lesson. Sparrowpaw caught her breath and tensed her back paws to pounce.
Everything that came next was such a blur for the TreeClanner. The apprentice pushed outwards, claws outstretched and seeking the body of the grackle. It was a shock to the young apprentice when she felt her paws against it and her claws catch in its skinny frame. Barrel rolling, the apprentice snapped its spine and it was gone, before it even had the chance to take off into flight.
The apprentice was proud and shocked of her catch, but her olive eyes glanced upwards suddenly, at the sharp icicles that seemed to quiver in the wind after the racket her pounce had been in the silent world. "Let's .... get out of here," Sparrowpaw meowed in a hushed, anxious voice as if she thought the icicles would come down in any moment. you invest your life. [/size][/u]
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Post by Fawn on Dec 16, 2012 23:02:07 GMT -5
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The precariousness of the situation had had Duskpaw unknowingly holding her breath, her lungs seeming to freeze in her chest when the black and white thin-furred feline made a brave and accurate pounce for the grackle. She felt the breath she'd been holding hostage suddenly find freedom, the spiked fur along her spine and shoulder blades finally starting to settle when Sparrowpaw sat up with her kill, utterly unscathed. "Well done!" said Duskpaw with obvious, selfless enthusiasm, the she-cat surging forward through the snow, shaking a few stray flakes off her tufted ginger-patched ears as she went up to meet with her friend. "That should feed Silverkit & Rowankit, at least," mewed the soon-to-be warrior with satisfaction, nodding in agreement at Sparrowpaw's suggestion.
Yes, let's get the heck out of here.
Eying the pointed downward spires with apprehension, the stockier she-cat began to creep towards more open TreeClan territory, praying to StarClan their luck wouldn't run out. She didn't want to push it - they'd already caught a nice-sized grackle in the middle of the worst leafbare she'd ever seen - but it looked as though fate was done looking upon them favorably.
A strong wind at the right angle, and Duskpaw yowled out in warning as the icicles directly above her and Sparrowpaw cracked and plummeted like frozen needles, ready to pierce anything they touched.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2012 0:44:11 GMT -5
where you invest your love,[/size] The younger apprentice grinned from ear to ear, turning to her peer as she praised herself. Though the Grackle was not much and had been particularly daft (Sparrowpaw thought) compared to most other prey in the wild, Sparrowpaw was proud of her job well done. "Food is food," Sparrowpaw meowed to Duskpaw after she commented on who it might feed from the clans. While feeding the kits of TreeClan was of great importance to Sparrowpaw, the apprentice didn't particularly care who got her kill. Everyone in TreeClan seemed on their last leg in terms of time putting off eating and with NightClan out and about stealing their prey, every cat, young or old, was starving. It is a wonder that NightClan didn't get this one, Sparrowpaw thought to herself, her whiskers twitching in muse. The whole situation felt very lucky to the young apprentice.
Sparrowpaw was at peace with everything -- smiling, beaming -- and happy. But, as Duskpaw let out an alarmingly loud yowl, Sparrowpaw felt that StarClan did not want her happiness -- even if it were for a brief, precious moment, to come true. StarClan willed a freezing, harsh wind upon the pair of apprentices and upon the treacherous icicles that threatened the thin-pelted apprentice just overhead.
It was not the warning howl to the blissfully unaware Sparrowpaw that truely shocked her to the core -- it was the horrible, distinct sound of ice cracking just over the apprentices' heads. The wind, it seemed, had been strong enough to will the ice to rain down on the two of them. Judging by the size of the ice, injury was in their future.
you invest your life. [/size][/u] The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all SWALLOWPAW
Sharp, vivid green eyes of the jet black apprentice and brother to Sparrowpaw had been staring at the same thing for the day out -- the pure, white snow. The young tom had been idle around camp since the first few streaks of sunlight had lapped up at the frozen world. Swallowpaw was unsure that he had even seen color the day through. Boredom was all the tomcat had thought of for the day's entirety.
And yet, it had not occurred to the black male to go out hunting. As an apprentice who had a few training sessions in his paws, the tom had already made several assumptions about the world of the apprentice. The main concepts the jet black tom had formed certainly put him off of his apprentice training. The apprentice lifestyle is ... too messy, Swallowpaw thought to himself, idley sheathing and unsheathing his right paw. His last snow-filled training session with Stormchaser and the rude Thunderclaw had only been successful in ratting up his handsome obsidian pelt. Such things he would not associate with.
The tomcat had planned to spend the entire day in camp unless his mentor had needed him -- when he saw his sister, Sparrowpaw, leave camp with Duskpaw. His motives had simply been on a whim -- the young tom was bored and had not spoken to his sister in some time. And, the apprentice she is with looks like quite the catch, Swallowpaw thought to himself, making haste to exit camp and track the apprentice pair, but taking enough care to not alert the two of his presence.
When the two apprentices stopped, Swallowpaw spent his time a few tail-lengths behind the pair, in a bush. The young apprentice simply had not put a particularly great amount of forethought into his stalking. Of course they plan on stopping, mousebrain! Swallowpaw thought to himself and found it momentarily hard to keep himself still.
Swallowpaw was perfectly content, however, observing the two -- particularly Duskpaw. She was so graceful in her movements and so kind-hearted. Though something completely different from Swallowpaw, he was still attracted.
Swallowpaw smiled when he saw Sparrowpaw come down upon the grackle. While the prey Sparrowpaw killed was small and not quite up to his killing standards, the tom was proud of his sister -- until the wind overhead pushed its way through the tom's fur. It took Swallowpaw a moment to realize what was going on -- he began to fuss over his fur getting all messed up by the weather.
Until he heard Duskpaw's bloodcurdling yowl. Swallowpaw's head snapped around to see large sharp icicles coming down upon the pair of apprentices. For a moment, Swallowpaw could envision Sparrowpaw and Duskpaw, impaled by the sharp icicles and hurt or even dead -- and the explaining he would have to do.
What Swallowpaw did next the tom would continue to recount for moons to come. The tomcat sprang forward, paws outstretched, barreling towards Sparrowpaw and Duskpaw. He hoped, in earnest, to push the cats away from the icicles.
And even if I could it'd all be grey [/b][/size]
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Post by Fawn on Dec 19, 2012 14:27:22 GMT -5
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Duskpaw was not as light of bone structure as her friend Sparrowpaw, so it became a genuine moment of astonishment when she was sent flying into a nearby snowdrift - and into safety.
The ice made a 'sshnk' sound as some of it hit the ground and shattered, while the rest buried itself point down into the snow, the tip of Duskpaw's tail parted by a smaller icicle, and the pretty calico breathed a sigh of relief. She would've lost the end of her tail had it been an inch longer. Immediately glancing around for her friend, Duskpaw's green eyes flashed with worry, "Sparrowpaw! Are you okay? Tell me you didn't get hit!"
A black shape caught her attention just then, and Duskpaw assumed the thin-furred, jet black tom to be their hero of the hour, the she-cat's whiskers twitching, her green eyes large. "You pushed us... Thank you."
If he hadn't been there... Duskpaw cringed. They would've been furry ice-sculptures by now; looking to the tom she had now identified to be Swallowpaw, Sparrowpaw's brother, Duskpaw felt relief and respect wash over her thanks to him, gazing at the...attention-loving apprentice with gratitude of the sincerest kind.
It reminded her of her own dear sister, Dawnpaw, whom she had not had the chance to hang out with in a long time; it felt like forever since they'd last spoken, and her near-death experience with those icicles had jump-started Duskpaw's desire to reconnect with her wayward sibling. It might seem like no big deal now that it was over, but something in the tortoiseshell TreeClan cat told her that she had very nearly lost her life there, or at least almost been so mangled she could no longer be a warrior...
That kind of forced a changed perspective on things, didn't I?
The she-cat shivered again, moving over to gently touch her nose to Sparrowpaw's shoulder in silent concern, eyes expressive. There was way too much for her to do before she went to join StarClan! She had to become a warrior, she had to make friends and look after them, and most of all, she had to be there for Dawnpaw and Noblepaw. With his ceremony happening tomorrow, it wouldn't be very long before the nest next to hers became empty, and he forgot about her...
Determined to tell him how she felt before then, Duskpaw made a silent vow to follow through with this decision, no time or place for cowardice here. Besides, she was practically a warrior herself - he wouldn't treat this like she was so far beneath him, would he?
Duskpaw didn't have an immediate answer to that, unfortunately.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2012 2:16:11 GMT -5
where you invest your love,[/size] Fearful green eyes peered upwards, only watching as thick, inches long icicles freed themselves from their attachment on the trees overhead and began their descent directly towards the pair. Sparrowpaw was rooted to the spot by her own fear and was helpless in preventing her injury.
The icicles, with their size and velocity from the higher up treetops would have certainly caused injury to the shocked and numb black and white apprentice. If, from the corner of her eye, Sparrowpaw hadn't spotted her hero in the form of jet black tom; her brother, Swallowpaw. Sparrowpaw watched, helpless, as her brother sprang forward, sailing and bowling over she and Duskpaw away from the icicles and into safety's paws.
Dazed and at first almost unaccepting of the fact that she was unharmed, Sparrowpaw rose to her paws. Her movements were slow and drawn out as she recovered from shock and she moved upwards much later than Duskpaw. Her calico friend called out and questioned whether Sparrowpaw had been injured by the sharp ice, but the younger apprentice was still so shocked that her response was very delayed and unsure. "I'm ... okay?" Sparrowpaw mumbled in a barely audible tone, swiveling her ears and stretching out her spidery limbs as if she were checking herself for injury. In truth, if Sparrowpaw had been injured, the she-cat would not have recognized it at this point. Adrenaline still pumped fiercely through her veins and the she-cat felt no pain and no temperature as a result. Despite the fact that she did not feel that it was actually cold, Sparrowpaw still shook like a the last leaf of a tree in Leafbare -- simply because of the overwhelming sense of shock that blinded Sparrowpaw's every sense.
The black and white apprentice gave her big head a few shakes, clearing her head and mentally settling back to Earth before addressing her brother. The she-cat could not possibly express the gratitude she felt towards her brother, but nevertheless, Sparrowpaw padded towards her brother, neck outstretched and rubbed against her brother's muscular neck, drinking in his scent. Sparrowpaw pressed up against her sturdier brother's body and let out a simple mew of thanks, hardly capable of speech and drowning in an array of emotions.
The young apprentice pressed against her brother's body as if she felt that any moment, she or her brother would vanish. you invest your life. [/size][/u] The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all SWALLOWPAW
The young tom was sailing towards Sparrowpaw and Duskpaw and his bulky, fluffy body came in contact with the bodies of the two damsels in distress. Barreling over, Swallowpaw's body became like a tumbleweed, his head tucking under his limbs and his limbs splaying in every direction with the impact and speed in which the tom had sprang. It was as if the apprentice did a summersault with very bad form.
Swallowpaw landed and instantly drew himself up to his paws and began to groom himself. The tomcat's rough tongue trailedalong every inch of his once-perfect fur in attempt to make himself look presentable once more. Noticing that Duskpaw had taken notice of the valiant Swallowpaw, the jet black tom stopped all other movement simply to bask in the glory of the she-cat's attention. "You're very welcome. I'm just glad you came out unscathed," Swallowpaw nodded and put on an act for the older calico apprentice. Appearing to be brave or like the deed was "no big deal" to Swallowpaw. When, in fact (and though the tom would not admit it), what had happened had been shocking for the young apprentice and somewhat frightening. Swallowpaw had worried for the safety of himself and the two other apprentices in earnest.
The obsidian tom puffed out his chest proudly and flicked out his fluffy tail, waving it proudly like a banner over his head. The tom showed off for a few moments before he suddenly found his sister's head buried in his fluffy black pelt, nuzzling him and thanking him for what he had done. Swallowpaw belt down and gave Sparrowpaw a tender lick on the head.
And even if I could it'd all be grey [/b][/size]
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Post by Fawn on Dec 24, 2012 22:44:44 GMT -5
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The tortoiseshell she-cat respectfully hung back, not wanting to intrude on a brief, but quiet moment between brother and sister, her frazzled expression softening at the sight.
"You're very welcome. I'm just glad you came out unscathed,"
The she-cat's head dipped in a customary gesture of gratitude, her eyes full of emotion, Duskpaw nevertheless giving credit where credit was due. "You have excellent timing - really. We would've been..." Eyes darted from the flattened area of snow where the jagged, dagger-like icicles had fallen and shattered upon the snowy forest floor. Suppressing a shiver, Duskpaw gingerly stepped forward, slowly losing the shakiness that came with a huge surge of life-or-death-adrenaline and all of her senses being on high alert, Duskpaw gently nuzzling Sparrowpaw affectionately. "I'm glad you're okay - you're absolutely sure you're not hurt?"
Duskpaw didn't suspect Sparrowpaw of lying to her - why would she? If she was trying to act brave or tough, that wasn't it - she merely assumed the adrenaline kick was starting to lose it's effect. She'd experienced the very same thing when she was fighting demon; after she had hit the tree, it took a few dazed moments for the pain of cracked ribs to finally set in and live her nearly immobile from the agony.
Miraculously, the grackle Sparrowpaw had caught was relatively easy to find, the dead bird having landed nearby in it's own little clump of snow, and the tortoiseshell and white she-cat's whiskers were soon covered in flakes as she stuck her muzzle in deep. Jaws clamping around the scrawny bird, this was followed by a rough shake of her thick, medium-length pelt, Duskpaw trotting back to Sparrowpaw and setting the bird near Swallowpaw's sister. "Here, you can carry it back - you caught it, after all." There wasn't any sort of ill will harbored towards the she-cat for catching it instead of her, rather, Duskpaw was just glad that they had both made it out of this mess alive, thanks to Swallowpaw, and had the chance to feed their Clan.
It was a good day that could've turned very bad, but Duskpaw was just one of those overly optimistic cats who looked on the bright-side no matter what.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2012 0:15:13 GMT -5
where you invest your love,[/size] The white paws of the young apprentice still shook as she gazed with thankful olive eyes at the visage of her jet black brother. 'You have excellent timing - really. We would've been...' Duskpaw treaded off, but her voice sounded faint, dull, and drowned out to the the young apprentice. "Yeah, that would've been an ... awkward injury?" Sparrowpaw meowed, and giggled a little, before clearing her throat and wrapping her tail around her snow white paws. 'I'm glad you're okay - you're absolutely sure you're not hurt?' Duskpaw addressed Sparrowpaw and the black and white she-cat peered at her friend and thought for a minute. The best way to make sure that I'm alright would be to stretch out, right? Sparrowpaw implored to herself and began to stretch her long limbs out in front of her.
It was at this moment, upon stretching out her limbs, that Sparrowpaw felt a painful pop in her right leg. The black and white apprentice let out a small yelp and glanced at Duskpaw. "My leg hurts," Sparrowpaw commented simply before drawing herself back up to a sitting position and peering at the pair. "I think I'm ok though. No need to do anything about this," Sparrowpaw twitched her whiskers and smiled gently. The young apprentice supposed that her had sustained the injury when Swallowpaw had knocked her over. Her leg must have not folded down very well. "I just noticed it now," Sparrowaw meowed added sheepishly, hoping that Duskpaw would not think her a liar by not mentioning it previously. The adrenaline had clouded her judgment, simply. The she-cat would think it to be a sorry and silly way to lose a friend if something like that were to occur.
Though she was hurt and Sparrowpaw was not sure how seriously, Sparrowpaw also did not want any attention drawn to her -- especially from something that was her own fault. The young apprentice also did not to waste a good hunting session and still had some lingering hopes that they could find something more to hunt besides the grackle. Sparrowpaw was about to open her mouth to divert attention, but Duskpaw beat her to it. 'Here, you can carry it back - you caught it, after all,' Duskpaw told her kindly, but Sparrowpaw shook her head. "I think my brother should carry it back, since he saved us. Anyways, I think I am going to do a little more hunting," Sparrowpaw informed them smiling a little before rising to her paws.
The moment she did so, the apprentice instantly winced and felt her injured leg giving to her weight. It was only a few moments before the apprentice was buried in the snow. you invest your life. [/size][/u] The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all SWALLOWPAW
The jet black apprentice watched as Duskpaw sought for words to describe her gratitude. The black apprentice was very pleased with his timing, indeed. Swallowpaw got to meet the beautiful Duskpaw and help his sister out. And now I can bask in the glory, Swallowpaw added to himself, smiling a little. "Oh, it was nothing," Swallowpaw mewed and shuffled his paws. Though the young apprentice did not feel that his actions were nothing -- he did risk his own safety in saving them, after all -- Swallowpaw felt that if he cast off his deeds, he could receive more attention from Duskpaw.
The jet black tom gazed with happy eyes as Duskpaw questioned Sparrowpaw's health -- only to frown a little when it was determined that Sparrowpaw was a little less well than she had originally assessed. The obsidian tom knew his sister better than anyone else and he knew that whether her injury was minor or not, his sister would cast off the injury as unimportant. While he loved the attention, she hated it.
Swallowpaw approached his sister, his jet black legs kicking up snow, right as she suggested that he carry the prey and she continue the hunt. Luck was apparently with him -- for, as Sparrowpaw's legs buckled out from beneath her, the black tom pushed against her so that she did not risk further injury.
And even if I could it'd all be grey [/b][/size]
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