[Insidious]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/1h5zs4.jpg), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/15rfreu.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:245; opacity: 1.0][STYLE=text-align:right; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1.0px; margin-top: 150px; color:#000000; text-transform:uppercase; width:345px; margin-left: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 5px 5px #000000;]Foxpaw; Treeclan Apprentice of Eleven Moons.[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; width: 380px; height: 375px; overflow: auto; text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px; text-indent-right: 2px;]Treeclan was vastly known for its abundant number of trees. Perhaps, that's why the lithe, orange tabby had taken a liking to the ethereal environment of the clan she now served her loyalties to? Satisfaction rippled from her small jaws in the form of a gentle purr, contentment radiating from the body of an apprentice-aged feline resting atop the lower extents of a climbable tree. From her perch, the Treeclan camp was glorious: the hustle and bustle of warriors, the den in which the noble Lionstar called his own. Not one single forested obstacle, not one single coat of fur was anything less than blissful perfection in the pale, gray-green irises in which reflected such ominous curiosity. What to do... her morning would not be wasted with pitiful relaxation. With leaf-bare at its breaking point for the absolute, bitter cold; other tasks could be tended to for the bettering of Treeclan. The young she-cat with a fox's stealth began to rhythmically work her small paws along the borderlines of the tree branch, dancing to what could be further portrayed as nature's melody to reach the terrain without performing a clumsy fall. With a light impact, along with the indentation of white snow beneath her weight, the she-cat found herself where had been moments earlier a simplistic desire. Not many a cat appealed to the likes of Foxpaw. She had so much to offer as an apprentice, being nearly a moon away from her oncoming warrior ceremony. What could the others possibly offer that could be of any standard higher than her own? An amused snort departed from the feline's light pink nose, her own thoughts offering a pinch of amusement to the taste-buds of her mind. Her thin coat offered little warmth in even the less-so dry cold of leaf-bare. With an unappealing shiver down her spine, followed by the ruthless shake of her slender frame; four limbs worked as one in the motion of onward progression. To the apprentice's den? The abrupt curve of he figure in that very direction could have been an obvious giveaway to any observing eye of interest. As much as Foxpaw preferred to dwindle away at her time in the company of warriors... she was nothing more than a student in their eyes. Now, a fellow apprentice, however: that was precisely the company in which Foxpaw currently sought out. Poking her fluffed head of orange pigmentation around the corner of the den's inner, darkened limits, a soft cough oozed from her vocal chords to capture the attention of those huddled inside to preserve the comforting heat. “I'd assume someone is interested in a hunt for the majority of this morning, hm?” She questioned, her tone implying little-to-no interest as she addressed those accompanying herself under the apprenticeship title. Her thinly furred tail slashed once, mirroring that of a sword in which sought to deprive the life from its victim. [/style]

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The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all SWALLOWPAW

Brisk Leafbare wind pushed up against the pelt of the black apprentice as he sat in the depths of the apprentice den, attempting to conceal himself from any needy warriors or elders who just had to have him do whatever meaningless task they required. Lazy fools, why can't they do it on their own? I cannot be bothered, Swallowpaw thought, lashing his luxurious black tail back and forth. Why is it so windy today? Swallowpaw questioned, turning to his fluffed up, pure black pelt and recognizing how out of place it was. The apprentice was as perfect as perfect could be -- why did the weather have to ruin in? The apprentice pulled his pinkish tongue through his coat attempting to smooth it some of the way down so that he would appear so unkempt and -- more importantly -- so unclean. The tomcat was thankful for the evolution of his tongue. Its rough texture pulled through his bedraggled coat and ripped out bits of tangled fur and matted coat.

The apprentice only got a few moments tending to his vanity before he was interrupted by a vibrant older apprentice -- Foxpaw. The tomcat instantly recognized that he was the only cat in the apprentice den. Though Swallowpaw had only had a little to no encounters with this particular apprentice, the sight of Foxpaw brought annoyed shivers bouncing up and down his spine. The apprentice didn't want or need her company. But -- there she was. When she called out into the den, the black tom knew she was here to stay and would want to communicate with him. He was better than her. He was better than all of them. 'I'd assume someone is interested in a hunt for the majority of this morning, hm?' Foxpaw questioned. The black tomcat's ears instantly pricked back at her words. He sensed her ego and her arrogance all in the few words that she spoke and he felt attacked by it. Her personality was so vivid and strong.

The apprentice fluffed up his coat and stared up at the ceiling of the apprentice den hoping that the older apprentice would just buzz off. Oftentimes if he was just surrounded with too many interested she-cats, or if a particular she-cat was chatting with him was wasn't good looking or one he was not interested in, he would use this handy technique -- the ignore.

The black tom glanced at his peer and realized that she had yet to depart from the scene. He really didn't have any desire to chat with her -- especially if she thought she was just ... all that. All the she-cat were supposed to be interested in him, not the other way around. "Uhm, yeah. No one is interested in doing anything with you at all. Get lost," Swallowpaw hissed, his dark ears flicking back. There was no sugar coating his words -- no need for it at all.

And even if I could it'd all be grey

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[Insidious]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://i49.tinypic.com/1h5zs4.jpg), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/15rfreu.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:245; opacity: 1.0][STYLE=text-align:right; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1.0px; margin-top: 150px; color:#000000; text-transform:uppercase; width:345px; margin-left: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 5px 5px #000000;]Foxpaw; Treeclan Apprentice of Eleven Moons.[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; width: 380px; height: 375px; overflow: auto; text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px; text-indent-right: 2px;]Foxpaw's gray-green eyes located the black pelt of Swallowpaw moments after her arrival in the den. And, although he seemed the least bit interested in any form of communication – her common sense picking this up without any hesitation – she wouldn't be satisfied until a reply was received. So, her piercing gaze remained fixated upon the younger tom, the interest within their glowing depths beginning to minimize each moment he spent attempting to use a silent treatment. With time, Swallowpaw would learn those types of things didn't necessarily smooth over well with Foxpaw. Sharpened senses detected a response, the insult accompanying the ebony tom's hiss causing a violent shrill to surge up Foxpaw's spinal chord. Instantaneously, her orange ears swiveled forwardly with the hastiness of a cheetah on the hunt. The she-cat's eyes – normally bright with curiosity – seemed to experience an electric shock as ice cold venom turned their expression to one of hatred. Never before had a fellow apprentice so mindlessly addressed Foxpaw with an implied insult, and she wasn't about to sulk away with hurt feelings when she could test Shallowpaw for some bite to back up his unnecessary comments. Stretched strides allowed Foxpaw to advance across the den floor in seconds; her entire frame tensed with an aura one could only contemplate as appearing battle-hungry. Regardless of the occasional blink, the ferocity held in her calculating irises was hardly averted from the facial features of Swallowpaw as she loomed over him with a scowl of clear dissatisfaction. “It'd seem that a certain little apprentice has yet to learn his respect,” Foxpaw spat, her eyes confining beneath orange eyelids to complete a narrowed feature. “if you're going to address your fellow clan with such insolence, it'd be in your best interest to hold your tongue before you get yourself tangled into a conflict you have no chance escaping from unscratched.” Of course, any cat could recognize Foxpaw as being modest every so often. However, she knew how to wrap her intellectual mind around a situation. Considering the age difference, and not to mention the difference in battle experience that accompanied those moons she had over Swallowpaw's head... that fight wouldn't be a pretty one to witness. “Consider yourself pardoned.” Foxpaw pivoted without another word, her tail lashing with the twisting of her body to smack across Swallowpaw's face with her exiting. “Mousebrain.” she mumbled beneath her breath, though the volume wasn't necessarily low enough to be considered a side comment. Without even a glance over her shoulders toward Swallowpaw, the tabby furred she-cat left the den with a huff of pure agitation. If that was the type of attitude Swallowpaw had, she didn't see herself wanting to be in his presence in the future anyway. Certainly, there would be some better choice in company for this hunting expedition she had in mind. [/style]

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The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all SWALLOWPAW

check back tomorrow night ;D

And even if I could it'd all be grey

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