[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;] This would be Vultureback's official second apprentice, since Yellowbelly had since graduated into Warriorhood and probably had his own apprentice by now. The great mottled tom finished grooming, his fur still damp from the fishing he'd spent the whole morning trying to do. There had been a slight thaw that was a bit unusual for this time of year, but Vultureback, like many others, had gone out of his way to take advantage of the sudden warm spell. That warm spell had been over even before the sun had fully risen, but Vultureback had not walked away completely empty-pawed. After carrying two tiny trout back to the fresh kill pile, he dutifully brought them to the nursery, and then had settled down for about an hour to try and get the moisture out of his fur and keep from catching cold. In the time it took for Vultureback to groom, his thoughts had wandered out of RainClan's territory and into StoneClan's, where he knew Falconleap to be, the StoneClan deputy likely giving out orders and doing her own bit of hunting, this particularly harsh leafbare would have every able-bodied cat stretched thin to do their bit. And then his thoughts returned back to his Clan, and to this newest turn of events in the life of Vultureback, son of Otterclaw and Shellfur. He had his second apprentice; after Silvertide had caught greencough,t he apprentice's training, rather than be delayed, had been passed on to him to complete. Vultureback was not that familiar with most of the apprentices besides Russetpaw and his two younger sisters, and he only knew Russetpaw because that tom was horrendously boisterous and couldn't help but get himself into everything. Not to mention if he had a leaf for every time that little troublemaker had snuck out of camp, he could make a whole tree. Rising to all fours, the mottled tom poked his head into the Apprentice's Den. It was about time he got to know Flashpaw, considering he would be teaching him everything he knew up until Flashpaw stood before Sandstar, and became whoever he was destined to be. "Flashpaw! Flashpaw!" [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: Flashpaw, RainClan WORDS: 366 NOTES: CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

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Scrambling to his paws, he picked his way across the jumble of apprentices still at rest, trying to move quickly… but also cautiously so as not to step on any stray paws or tails. Soon he stood before Vultureback, and the tom seemed so much bigger up close that Flashpaw couldn’t hide the vaguely awed look on his face. ”Here, a tad breathlessly, and he quickly coughed to try again. ” I didn’t sleep in, did I?” That wouldn’t be making a good impression at all, or a particularly accurate one; he wasn’t a lazy cat by any means, and he didn’t want his new mentor to think of him as such.

It still felt strange to think of Vultureback in those terms, after getting used to training with Silvertide more often than not. Flashpaw couldn’t help but worry for the silver tom somewhat, though he was confident (or tried to tell himself that, at any rate) that his mentor would return sooon. Greencough was not always fatal, after all, especially not to warriors in their prime when the sickness mostly claimed elders and kits. Clearly the most mature and sensible option was to return to his apprentice training under a new mentor and continue until Silvertide was well again. He knew Vultureback from around the camp and from the hushed, fearful mutterings of kits and a few younger apprentices… but the huge mottled tom did not instill terror in him as much as curiosity and an admiration for the way such a large cat laden down with all that fur was able to swim and catch fish with the very best of them.


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tags: Flashpaw, Vultureback, fail post
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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;] ” I didn’t sleep in, did I?” "No, you didn't. It's still morning." Replied the bulky tom, shaking the snow off his pelt and stepping back to allow the smaller, flame-colored tom-cat the room to leave the apprentice's den. Flicking his tail for Flashpaw to come with him, Vultureback gesturing to the fresh kill pile. "Have something before we go, we'll be patrolling the borders and reviewing what you've learned." Mewed the senior warrior, his pale gaze drawn to Swanfeather's den as his thoughts went out to Silvertide. It was always upsetting to see a brave, strong warrior suddenly fall ill with almost no warning at all; he had never been in Flashpaw's position, frankly, Bluestreak never got sick, so he had never been passed on to another mentor as though Bluestreak had already been written off as 'not-recovering'. Of course that wasn't the case here, but Vultureback could certainly see how that might look. He waited until Flashpaw had buried his fish bones before he gestured once more for the younger tom to follow, slowing his massive steps so that his new apprentice would have a better chance of catching up. Vultureback swung his large head around to the side, fixing Flashpaw with a mildly curious stare. "A friend of Lilypaw and Tricklepaw?"mewed the behemoth; he could have sworn he'd seen the three of them playing together, with Russetpaw there somewhere too... It was just a starting point, however, something to strike up a conversation before he launched right into twenty questions about his training. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: Flashpaw, RainClan WORDS: NOTES: x3 Flashpaw's old mentor is Silvertide, not Tideripple, lol. CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-left: 25px solid #ffeb8c; background: #9b4242; width: 450px; padding: 20px 10px 20px 20px, bTable][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 2; -moz-transform:rotate(11deg); -webkit-transform:rotate(11deg); -o-transform:rotate(11deg); width: 100px; height: 100px; float: right][/style][STYLE=position: relative; z-index: 1; -moz-transform:rotate(3deg); -webkit-transform:rotate(3deg); -o-transform:rotate(3deg); width: 103px; height: 103px; float: right; background: #fff17f; margin-right: -86px] [/style][STYLE=float: top; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: #ffeb8c; font-size: 26pt; letter-spacing: -1px; margin: 30px 0px 0px -5px]FLASHPAW[/style][STYLE=font-family: 04b03; font-size: 7pt; color: #ffeb8c; line-height: 1; float: center; text-align: justify; width: 265px; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: -2px]rain clan ; apprentice ; tom cat ; nine moons[/style] [STYLE=margin-top: -4px; width: 368px; background: #ffeb8c; height: 9px] [/style][STYLE=color: #ffeb8c; width: 368px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 7px] Flashpaw was quick to finish his meal and bury the bones, eager to get on with training; he wasn't full by any means but felt that stuffing himself in this kind of situation - with rivers freezing over and the Clan beginning to feel pangs like the apprentice had never suffered before in his short life - would have been ungracious at best and downright selfish at worst. He was much too excited to linger anyways, having been on patrol exactly zero times before. He padded back to Vultureback, steadying himself to speak up and ask the bulky tom exactly which border they'd be patrolling that day, but before he could open his mouth he was unintentionally cut off. "A friend of Lilypaw and Tricklepaw?" "We speak sometimes," Flashpaw answered honestly, picking up into a sort of slow jog or fast walk to keep up with his mentor; Vultureback's strides were enormous and he wasn't half as large as the older tom yet, but the previously quite tiny tom had been growing like a weed in recent moons. "They're both really nice, but I don't know them as well as I'd like. I know Russetpaw spends a lot of time with Lilypaw lately." Though Vultureback would probably know that... maybe. Did he speak with his kin often? Flash eyed the mottled tom right back as he stared down at him, not out of belligerence but simply returning the curiosity, though it wasn't long before he dropped his gaze out of respect. "Sir, are we patrolling the marshes today, or the stream?" The earlier-aborted question sprung to mind again as they moved further out into the territory; he though the latter would go smoothly enough, as StoneClan were not known to make massive incursions into their land under usual circumstances... but he wasn't half as sure when it came to NightClan, with rumours and stereotypes and hearsay making up most of what he knew about Ravenstar's brood. words: 339 tags: Flashpaw, Vultureback, RC credits: made by gimmick/echo of BtN notes: I was tired, lemme go tweak that post...[/style]

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Vultureback-Icon.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]VULTUREBACK[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]RAINCLAN - SENIOR WARRIOR - TOM - 43 MOONS[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;] "Sir, are we patrolling the marshes today, or the stream?" Vultureback snorted. "Sir? Vultureback is fine. I'm old but not that old. We're patrolling both the marshes and the stream. If you are not too tired, we'll start practice for hunting land animals." The large tom began to slow his pace, not out of tiredness or respect for Flashpaw's smaller limbs, but because he had begun to engage his senses in the environment, sharp eyes looking for anything out of the ordinary, his nose primed for anything unusual, his ears flicking like satellite dishes at any given movement. In the distance, he could hear the faint chatter of birds that had not flown for the winter, and Vultureback made a mental note to teach Flashpaw the same hunting techniques that Falconleap had taught to him all those days ago. For a split second, Vultureback felt a stab of guilt about sharing what Falconleap had taught him... But that wasn't something he should feel guilty over, right? Considering he had deep feelings for Falconleap and not her Clan. He owed them nothing, and his Clan needed to eat. It wasn't like he was hogging all of the birds to himself. "Has Silvertide made any mention of hunting or hunting techniques to you?" Rumbled the senior warrior, glancing back to look at Lilypaw & Tricklepaw's fellow denmate, awaiting the flame-colored tom's response, though his ears never stopped their attentive twitching. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: Flashpaw, RainClan WORDS: NOTES: CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]