[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3XJPa.png); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; border-radius:40px 40px 40px 40px; padding: 20px; border: #181818 solid 10px; ] [STYLE= background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Smokeface-NoText_zps84d18c48.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 40px 0px 0px; height: 260px; width: 380px; vertical-align: top; opacity: 0.8;] [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: 777777;] SMOKEFACE [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: -4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px; color: 777777;] Senior Warrior - StoneClan - 63 Moons [/style][STYLE= width: 350px; background-color: 5e5e5e; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 9px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 181818; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 40px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 40px;] Somehow, they left her insides to ice. Her heart encased in a heavy layer of frost, the she-cat with the white fur and the dark mask-like fur over her face stared in the direction of the nursery. Just outside the entrance, under the watchful gaze of a widowed she-cat, were two kits play-tumbling with one another. One kit bore the curse and the blessing of looking exactly like their father, Warhawk. It was like a stab to the gut for Smokeface, as she looked upon this tiny ghostling, this remnant of her son wrapped up in kitten fluff. She met the eyes of the widowed queen, and they both shared a look, a link between them that came in the wake of losing someone they had both loved so much. Soul crumbling, Smokeface turned away from the nursery, her massive paws carrying her to the outskirts of StoneClan's camp. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't reply that heart-wrenching scene over in her head; the sight of her other son, Raccoonmask returning to camp with the body of her eldest, her bravest, her heart. With the blood of the TreeClan deputy on his muzzle, Raccoonmask had explained how he'd been unable to avenge his brother's death at the hands of Lionstep, Raccoonmask claiming the golden tom had drowned Warhawk intentionally. At first her brain had betrayed her heart. No. Surely there had been some mistake. That couldn't be Warhawk there, lying dead in the center of the camp. No. He was too strong to kill in battle, to smart to die a fool's death, to cunning to fall victim to a trap. And yet...he'd drowned? Was this some cruel trick of StarClan's? Every morning when she awoke from the Warriors' Den, the mourning mother expected to see her eldest son walk over to her with his proud head held high, carrying his first catch of the day over on his way to the nursery, to tell of his mate and kits what foes he'd defeated and feats he'd performed. Oh how proud of him she'd been! Oh how proud. But that pride had been shattered beneath the cruel claws of a murderer. A murderer now residing in TreeClan at the head of a flock of mongrels: the news that Lionstep had become Lionstar had not yet reached the wicked ears of the she-cat who would do anything to see him destroyed. Overcome with grief, Smokeface suppressed an agonized howl over her lost ones, the fur along her back and shoulders bristling with the kind of rage that was blinding, yet crystal clear. She was blind to everything but her clear desire for vengeance. The white and gray cat sat with her back to the StoneClan camp site, void of all emotions save for the one that burned of black ice and white fire. I swear upon the body of Warhawk, I will kill you, Lionstep. I will kill you and all that matter to you. Wait for me, slayer of my son, there's a spot in the Dark Forest reserved for you from the moment you took Warhawk's life. If the saying was true that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, then what of a mother grieved and sworn to seek atonement in blood? [STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: 777777;]words: ### tagged: #### lyrics: #### outfit: here[/style] [/style]

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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]i will not fall I will take your breath away[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px solid teal; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid teal; border-bottom: 6px solid teal;]Oceankit looked up his mother, flicking his tail in farewell as he traveled out of the nursery and toward his grandmother, pausing only a moment to think of what to say. He knew how his father had died, by the paws of TreeClan cat who's dishonorable tactics to win a fight cost him his greatest cat in his life. His ice blue eyes darted around the camp, part of him feared his grandmother, she was powerful in her own right after all she mothered the greatest warrior in StoneClan's history. Without another glance in fear he'd back down from talking to the she-cat he stepped closer to her, approaching her by the left side. "Hello Grandmother Smokeface." He spoke with respect he only granted to his kin. With humble behavior he stood next to her unsure if she'd shoo him away or allow him to sit with her, he wanted to talk with the only she-cat that knew his father as the warrior he was, the famous Warhawk, not the cat his mother called his father, he wanted to hear of the battles and wars he fought in not the love he gave her. Flicking his tail he waited. [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag whom ▪ words numbers ▪ notes listen all this takes a lot of getting used to, and you do get used to it--after a while[/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & btn[/style]

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3XJPa.png); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; border-radius:40px 40px 40px 40px; padding: 20px; border: #181818 solid 10px; ] [STYLE= background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Smokeface-NoText_zps84d18c48.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 40px 0px 0px; height: 260px; width: 380px; vertical-align: top; opacity: 0.8;] [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: 777777;] SMOKEFACE [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: -4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px; color: 777777;] Senior Warrior - StoneClan - 63 Moons [/style][STYLE= width: 350px; background-color: 5e5e5e; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 9px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 181818; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 40px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 40px;] Only the quiet, respectful voice of her eldest grandson could have pulled the great fluffy she-cat from her reverie, Smokeface turning large yellow eyes down upon the equally fluffy grayish tom-kit nearby. She purred by way of response; and here is the son of my son, the son of my pride. How could she possibly turn him away? Though the pain of losing Warhawk wasn't going away any time soon, at least her heart would not be so tragically bound to grief when she had hope, in the form of this little gray kitten standing here in front of her to keep the matriarch going. "Hello, Oceankit," Smokeface mewed, leaning down to gently sniff the kitten, her softness a pleasant break from the stoic, emotionally distant behavior she'd been showing the rest of the Clan. She drew in the warm, familiar scent of the nursery, and could still recall the time when her first born had come into this world, mewling as though his lungs would never grow tired. Before she could get too dragged down by that memory, the grandmother she-cat struck up a conversation, using her tail to sweep Oceankit a little closer to her, no reason for him to keep such a respectful distance from his own flesh and blood. "Have you been well, my little one? Growing big and strong?" [STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: 777777;]words: 240 tagged: #### lyrics: #### outfit: here[/style] [/style]

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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]i will not fall I will take your breath away[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px solid teal; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid teal; border-bottom: 6px solid teal;] Pulled closer to his grandmother he pressed his lush silver fur into her dark coat and purred softly, a rare sound from the tom-kit. His blue eyes looked outwardly as if staring into the distance, he didn't know how to ask her questions about his father, not wanting her to lash out at him. However, deep in his soul he needed to know his vow was made wasn't in vain. Would he be able to avenge his father? He could yes but would he be alone in his quest? That question burned in the young tom but he didn't dare make his problems known to anyone but himself, he feared if his mother knew what her son was planning to do she'd have him never made an apprentice. "Grandmother, if I told I made a vow to myself for my dad would you stop me?" He asked his words clouded in mystery but his tone clear, he'd hope she'd agree with him after she too lost a kin. [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag whom ▪ words numbers ▪ notes listen all this takes a lot of getting used to, and you do get used to it--after a while[/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & btn[/style]

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3XJPa.png); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; border-radius:40px 40px 40px 40px; padding: 20px; border: #181818 solid 10px; ] [STYLE= background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Smokeface-NoText_zps84d18c48.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 40px 0px 0px; height: 260px; width: 380px; vertical-align: top; opacity: 0.8;] [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: 777777;] SMOKEFACE [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: -4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px; color: 777777;] Senior Warrior - StoneClan - 63 Moons [/style][STYLE= width: 350px; background-color: 5e5e5e; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 9px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 181818; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 40px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 40px;] "Grandmother, if I told I made a vow to myself for my dad would you stop me?" Yellow eyes flashed with slight surprise at this cryptic line of dialog from her eldest grandson, but Smokeface understood it instantly, and she felt her cold heart thaw just at the corners. Lowering her muzzle down so that she could speak to him directly, the matriarch gently nudged his shoulder, purring. "I would only stop you if it caused harm to your siblings and the rest of your family. Hold on to that feeling, Oceankit. Hold on to that desire to right what has been wronged; it takes a true warrior to bring about justice when no one else is brave enough to try." There was a bitter note of hate at the end of her words, Smokeface drawing cold eyes away from the fluffy gray kitten at her side to the rest of StoneClan. No, you mustn't blame them. This isn't their fight. This is yours and now Oceankit's. You cannot expect this Clan to understand. Reassuring herself that this was a battle that must be fought amongst family and family alone, Smokeface let go of her anger towards StoneClan's apparent indifference to the death of Warhawk. Well, not indifference. It was simply the case where they had moved on. They had grieved. They had spat Lionstar's name with vehemence, they had cursed TreeClan to the roots, and then time had passed, and they had laid Warhawk and their feelings about the situation to rest. But Smokeface could not move on. Not while there was still breath in the TreeClan's leader's body. She would break him. She would break him a hundred times over if it would make him feel even a sliver of the pain she had felt at the death of her son. [STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: 777777;]words: 240 tagged: #### lyrics: #### outfit: here[/style] [/style]

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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]i will not fall I will take your breath away[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px solid teal; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid teal; border-bottom: 6px solid teal;]She agreed, she was going to let him do what he felt was right! With a sigh of relief he relaxed, at least one cat understood what he wanted and might possibly help him. Relaxing against her side he became a more playful and innocent kit, allowing himself to enjoy the presence of his grandmother. "I just need to become a warrior and know how to battle the right way so I can fulfill my vow." He spoke calmly as he looked down his blue eyes spying a few loose rocks, he pushed with his paws and smiled as a reflects to trying to be helpful. [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag whom ▪ words numbers ▪ notes listen all this takes a lot of getting used to, and you do get used to it--after a while[/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & btn[/style]

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3XJPa.png); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; border-radius:40px 40px 40px 40px; padding: 20px; border: #181818 solid 10px; ] [STYLE= background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Smokeface-NoText_zps84d18c48.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 40px 0px 0px; height: 260px; width: 380px; vertical-align: top; opacity: 0.8;] [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: 777777;] SMOKEFACE [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: -4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px; color: 777777;] Senior Warrior - StoneClan - 63 Moons [/style][STYLE= width: 350px; background-color: 5e5e5e; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 9px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 181818; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 40px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 40px;] "I just need to become a warrior and know how to battle the right way so I can fulfill my vow." The StoneClan senior warrior looked over Oceankit with a critical eye, momentarily ignoring his age to properly assess him like a deputy picking out apprentices to go on patrol, sizing him up. "Then there is no reason I can think of to delay your training at all. You may not be an official apprentice just yet, but nothing in the warrior code says you can't do a little..." She was silent for two seconds in order to find the correct phrasing; "there's no reason you can't do a little preparations. Just the basics." Smokeface slipped from her seated position into a perfect hunting crouch, addressing her eldest grandson as she did so, her bushy white tail held up above the sleet-covered pebbles under paw so as not to brush them. "Copy my movements, Oceankit, and you will become the best apprentice StoneClan has ever seen." Listen to Grandmother, my little warrior, and you will become great. The glow of ambition almost overshadowed the gleaming warmth of affection she had for her kin, the she-cat watching Oceankit expectantly, ready to critique his stance. It might be a bit of a danger to let Oceankit learn these moves at such a young age - he could really hurt his siblings if he wasn't careful - but Smokeface would swear him to secrecy. It was probably best that they did not go around telling and showing the world that StoneClan starts their training at 3 moons instead of 6 moons... After all, the whole point of 'a secret weapon' was the secrecy. [STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: 777777;]words: 305 tagged: #### lyrics: #### outfit: here[/style] [/style]

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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]i will not fall I will take your breath away[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px solid teal; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid teal; border-bottom: 6px solid teal;]His tail flicked as his grandmother gave him some orders. Oceankit was no fool his grandmother was going to break a warrior code, he had learned it from the elders. No kits was to be trained until their 6th moon, Oceankit was just rearing his fourth and it wasn't allowed, however, he liked how his grandmother was taking an interest in him and he wouldn't question her. She ordered him into a hunting crouch and easily he melted into one, copying her almost perfectly, however his hindlegs were a little to close and his front legs to far forward, if he was truly to leap and catch a meal, he'd most likely fall and stumble, but he had a great start. "Like this grandmother" He asked, keeping his gaze forward and long lush tail tucked to his side. Oceankit was ready, he wanted to learn anything from his grandmother, but most of all he wanted to avenge his father. [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag whom ▪ words numbers ▪ notes listen all this takes a lot of getting used to, and you do get used to it--after a while[/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & btn[/style]

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3XJPa.png); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; border-radius:40px 40px 40px 40px; padding: 20px; border: #181818 solid 10px; ] [STYLE= background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Smokeface-NoText_zps84d18c48.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 40px 0px 0px; height: 260px; width: 380px; vertical-align: top; opacity: 0.8;] [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: 777777;] SMOKEFACE [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: -4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px; color: 777777;] Senior Warrior - StoneClan - 63 Moons [/style][STYLE= width: 350px; background-color: 5e5e5e; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 9px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 181818; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 40px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 40px;] Smokeface by no means a fool. She recognized raw talent when she saw it; to be honest, the fluffy white and dark-masked she-cat was actually quite surprised Oceankit had been able to pick up her crouch to near perfection. Before a surge of pride hit her like water on a break wall, and she purred, leaning down and moving his legs into proper position with one large white paw. "If you pounce like that, Oceankit, you're going to stumble and fall, not catch anything. Well done, however, on staying low to the ground. Most apprentices have trouble with that on their first time." Explained the matriarch in a calm, authoritative tone. It was almost as if she already viewed him as an apprentice! That was quite likely to be true, given the great mental strain Smokeface had been under ever since Warhawk's death and Robinpaw's disappearance. Casting a weary glance around the area, she seemed to finally realize that what she was doing was definitely against the code, but by the looks of things, Smokeface had no intention of stopping the instructions. "Practice getting into a stalking crouch, it will build up muscle memory. If any asks where you learned it, tell them you copied the other warriors." Her voice was surprisingly steady, as though she were explaining the difference between a rabbit and a hare and not telling her grandson how to properly lie to cover up their little training sessions. There had once been a time when even Smokeface had been a stickler for the rules, and wouldn't even dream of letting any grandkits of hers start their training early, but StarClan be damned, she'd had enough with sticking to the rules. Sometimes justice had to be sought outside of the Warrior Code. [STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: 777777;]words: ### tagged: #### lyrics: #### outfit: here[/style] [/style]

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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]i will not fall I will take your breath away[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px solid teal; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid teal; border-bottom: 6px solid teal;]To create a warrior made for war, best start from birth. That was the mentality Smokeface was giving her young grandson, but the silver tom didn't seem to care. He was so set on avenging his father that he'd happily do everything she told. If she were to ask him to jump he'd already be in the air. Now with her asking him to lie to warriors that might ask questions, was no worry to the tom. He understood from that night he learned of his father and of his death, that measure were to be taken to ensure the lost warrior was remembered. Oceankit had no problem lying to his clan-mates and even family members. He too understood that there would come a time he'd have to lie to his mother, not tell her that the tom that killed her mate was killed by her son. Would she handle that her son being a killer? It wasn't in cold blood or for vanity it was revenge but would she see it that way? Flicking his ear to show he understood what she said about practicing he took a few steps away and moved from one position to another. Back and forth, back and forth the tom moved from standing straight up to a stalking crouch, not moving forward or backwards, unless to stabilize himself. "Teach me something else grandmother." He asked softly, taking a break from the short lived practice session. His muscles were tired but he wasn't ready to stop his early training. [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag whom ▪ words numbers ▪ notes listen all this takes a lot of getting used to, and you do get used to it--after a while[/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & btn[/style]

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3XJPa.png); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; border-radius:40px 40px 40px 40px; padding: 20px; border: #181818 solid 10px; ] [STYLE= background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Smokeface-NoText_zps84d18c48.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 40px 0px 0px; height: 260px; width: 380px; vertical-align: top; opacity: 0.8;] [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: 777777;] SMOKEFACE [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: -4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px; color: 777777;] Senior Warrior - StoneClan - 63 Moons [/style][STYLE= width: 350px; background-color: 5e5e5e; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 9px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 181818; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 40px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 40px;] His tenacity was admirable though not at all unexpected - he WAS a son of Warhawk, it came with the genetic code - though Smokeface still felt a bit surprised when her little grandson showed signs of getting tired. He was only three moons old. Yes, of course he wouldn't be able to train like a proper apprentice... Realizing she'd been getting ahead of herself, the matriarch focused back on Oceankit, purring at his inquisitive tone, begging her to teach him something else. "Alright. Listen closely, little one. Do you know what a warrior needs most, besides strength, honor and good judgment?" mewed the matriarch, her bushy tail windblown from her time out on the barren snowy meadows earlier that morning. She didn't honestly expect Oceankit to know the answer she was looking for, however, Smokeface was curious about her little warrior's response. If he answered like a kit, like she expected him to, then Smokeface would be careful to let him develop like a kitten for a little while longer. Even though she herself was a victim of an obsession with revenge, Smokeface was clear-headed when it came to her grandson; he had time for revenge when he was an apprentice, but while he still had these precious few moons left, Smokeface wanted him to enjoy it. After all, there was no guarantee fate would be kind to his two sisters and brother, he may one day out live them all, or fall tragically before them. Life was cruel that way. Promised so much, but an abrupt change of plans can end dreams and goals and desires in seemingly the blink of an eye. [STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: 777777;]words: ### tagged: #### lyrics: #### outfit: here[/style] [/style]

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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]i will not fall I will take your breath away[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px solid teal; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid teal; border-bottom: 6px solid teal;]Oceankit looked at his grandmother, his large blue eyes reflecting not only his young age but also his determined nature. From the look of her face he had a sudden start in him that she'd be dismissing him to return to the boring nursery. He was determined to start his training early even if it was against the warrior code, he needed to be ready as soon as possible to take down his father's murder. Smokeface asked him a question and the young tom-kit perked his ears up and thought for a moment. He wanted to be sure he got the right answer, his future training was depending on it. Rising his head up Oceankit cleared his throat and tried to make himself sound older. "A warrior needs courage. A warrior needs to be able to face he fears and never back down. A true warrior has enough courage to rival a lion." He spoke, looking forward, with his neck craning to look taller and older, he wanted so badly to be a warrior. [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag whom ▪ words numbers ▪ notes listen all this takes a lot of getting used to, and you do get used to it--after a while[/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & btn[/style]

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 320px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/3XJPa.png); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; border-radius:40px 40px 40px 40px; padding: 20px; border: #181818 solid 10px; ] [STYLE= background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Smokeface-NoText_zps84d18c48.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 40px 0px 0px; height: 260px; width: 380px; vertical-align: top; opacity: 0.8;] [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: 777777;] SMOKEFACE [/style][STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: -4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px; color: 777777;] Senior Warrior - StoneClan - 63 Moons [/style][STYLE= width: 350px; background-color: 5e5e5e; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 9px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 181818; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 40px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 40px;] Smokeface stared at her young, 3 moon-old Grandson, hardly daring to believe her ears. Not only had he gotten the answer right, he'd... "That was almost exactly the same as the answer your father gave me when I asked him, only he said 'tiger' instead of lion." Observed Smokeface, her voice sounding nothing short of faint from astonishment, grief-stricken nostalgia overtaking her in a great gust of wind. At first she had thought Oceankit's immense similarities to his father would be a good thing - and there was no mistake, it was a good thing, however...it was painful, too. Smokeface could already foresee herself slipping up and calling Oceankit or Oceanpaw Thornkit and Thornfang, like her precious, perfect first born. Not wanting to make the situation uncomfortable for the both of them, nor could she prevent the hard lump from forming in her throat at Warhawk's memory, the proud she-cat leaned down to give her grandson another affection nudge. "Very well done, you are going to grow up and be the greatest warrior StoneClan's ever seen, Oceankit. Mark my words. However, warriors do not become great overnight, this will take time." She flicked her bushy white tail in the direction of the nursery, putting on a faint smile, dark face a pleasant mask over her grief; "We can continue your training at a later time, for now you need rest, Oceankit." It was clearly time to end this little training session of theirs, and Smokeface could honestly say she hadn't been this excited about anything since...ever. [STYLE=width: 350px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: 777777;]words: ### tagged: #### lyrics: #### outfit: here[/style] [/style]

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