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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 1, 2013 3:15:12 GMT -5
Featherpaw ~~~~~~~~~~ "I don't know of any two cats who are coordinated enough to try a pairing-hunt when it comes to quail. There's so much that could go wrong, I wouldn't suggest it unless you've been trained for it for a long time." The silver apprentice considered this for a moment, nodding her head. She supposed it made a lot of sense. Coordinating two cats to hunt together would be an interesting fear, with a lot of possible outcomes. "Start first by scenting for the quail; remember, it is a bird and it is noise-sensitive. Once you find your timing and your opening, you should not encounter too many problems."
He had told her to relax. She took a deep breath, forcing her body to untended itself. Suddenly, her mentor dropped into a crouch. He seemed to have picked up on something. She allowed her jaw to part, scenting the air around her and dropping into a crouch as well. She moved quietly a little ways behind Lionstar, copying his every move. She wanted to learn, but if he had found something, she didn't want to disturb him, so she would stay back. Her silver tail kept low to the ground, well under her watch. She knew she had a tendency to wave it around. The apprentice couldn't bare to think she might embarrass her mentor by alerting his prey.
She decided she was going to focus on just what it was he was scenting. It smelt... Feathery, like a thrush, but it was mot certainly not a thrush. It must be a quail! She took in the scent once more, being sure to keep it in her memory. She would successfully hunt one of these one day, she promised herself. For now, her ice blue eyes moved to watch Lionstar. Silently, she urged him to be successful. She felt excitement buzz through her at the thought of seeing the great Lionstar, her mentor, hunt. [/size]
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Post by Fawn on Jan 2, 2013 0:44:08 GMT -5
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It was here that Lionstar had quite the decision to make. Should he allow Featherpaw to take her chance to hunt a quail for the first time, with the high probability she would miss. After the considerable warning he'd given Featherpaw about what happens when one does not properly catch a quail, it seemed pretty risky of him to just let her go forward and give it a shot; however...
Torn between his duties as a mentor, to see Featherpaw improve and become a great asset to her Clan, and his duties as a warrior and leader of this great Clan, Lionstar hesitated, his eyes deadlocked on the quail nibbling something near the base of the tree. There will always be more quail in Newleaf.
With that to reassure him, the great golden tom stalked forward from the undergrowth, trusting Featherpaw to be a good little audience and remember what he said about no unnecessary noises. His timing had been perfect; a northern wind came blowing in, sending the tantalizing scent of a - admittedly scrawny - quail right into his scent glands, almost causing his mouth to water as he stepped quickly and carefully, shoulders shifting, posture that of a lion truly stalking it's prey. A million times, he had hunted; a million times he had killed something to feed the many hungry bellies of his Clanmates, but every time, that unmistakable twinge of pride and exhilaration hit him like a lightning-bolt.
Lionstar probably wouldn't admit it, but the feeling of power that came with being a predator, to be able to support and feed an entire Clan with his own four paws was something he would never give up, not for anything in the whole forest. The quail had it's dappled back to him, and Lionstar, for all of his golden brawn and enormous front paws, was actually quite light and deft of movement.
Slinking forward, the sizable tom stilled his breathed, narrowed his eyes, shifted his haunches and lunged. The snow, however, was deeper than Lionstar had first calculated near the base of the tree, clumps of it having fallen from the higher boughs and onto the frozen ground below, the tom kicking up a spray of pristine white powder as he descended. The quail let out a startled call, interrupted by the force with which he landed, Lionstar, though blinded by the snow in his eyes, delivered a swift, accurate killing bite.
Flicking the flakes that had clung to his dark golden face, Lionstar looked over his shoulder, signalling for Featherpaw to come closer with a friendly mew; "Minus the...snow in the face, that's generally how you catch quail. Any questions?"
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 2, 2013 1:07:12 GMT -5
Featherpaw ~~~~~~~~ The young, silver tabby stared at her mentor as the large tom stalked towards the quail. She felt an overwhelming amount of relief that it was he who was hunting the quail, and not her. As much as she wanted to be the best warrior in TreeClan, and the best apprentice Lionstar could ask for, she knew that the Clan was the biggest concern. It might be amazing to think, but Featherpaw did think about someone other than herself every now and again. It may have been a rare occasion, but it did happen. And when it did, praise StarClan above, it was a miraculous day indeed!
Much to her shock, Featherpaw found her eyes watching the way the huge tom moved. Her pelt heated up when she realized she was no longer watching to learn. And she couldn't help the little flutter her heart did at the sight of the soft light on his dappled pelt. She squeezed her eyes shut, dispelling those thoughts as quickly as she could. Should things have been different, she would have shaken her head rather violently in order to clear her head. Lionstar had warned her about movements though, and she was determined to stay as motionless as she could. She felt her muscles cramping slightly, but she didn't care.
Her blue eyes blinked open again to watch Lionstar. She forced her mind to stay on the education side of all of this. Her attention was on the way he stepped lightly to approach the quail. She could feel the wind blowing against her fur, and she could scent the quail, which told her that Lionstar was using the wind to his advantage, just as he had explained to her. It was all coming together slowly as TreeClan's leader closed the distance between himself and the unsuspecting quail.
Her breathing stopped completely with Lionstar's final few steps. And when he pounced, her ice blue eyes widened. The spray of snow from the startled quail blinded her mentor, but it didn't seem to bother him. He still managed to strike out and kill the quail. The moment the bird fell limp, the silver apprentice bounced in to motion. She squealed excitedly, bounding out of the undergrowth she'd been hiding in. She heard her mentor mention something about the snow in the face, but she hadn't fully been listening.
Instead, she circled him excitedly, sniffing the prey with obvious interest. "Lionstar, that was awesome! The way you snuck up on him, quiet despite your larger size," As Featherpaw spoke in an extremely fast paced tone, she seemed to relive it through herself. She slipped into a crouch similar to the once he'd done and stalked forward a few steps. "And then, when the distance was just right, before it could notice you had crept up on it like that, you POUNCED!" Her haunches bunched and she jumped forward, muscles extending to catch herself on the landing.
"And even though it wasn't quite perfect, with snow bashing you in the face, you pushed on through and showed that bird who was boss! Snow or not, you were like 'I am Lionstar, of TreeClan, and you are my prey!' and. It. Was. AWESOME!" The silver she-cat finished by doing some sort of bizarre paw swipes in the air, as she reared up on her hind legs. By the time she finished, she was facing him once more, even though she had jumped away from him. Her blue eyes were wide with excitement as she panted slightly, finally catching her breath.
"One day, I'm going to be able to do that. I'm going to be able to adapt to any change that might hit me, and push through for my Clan. I promise I'll be a great warrior, Lionstar! Just like you!" [/size]
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Post by Fawn on Jan 2, 2013 23:50:30 GMT -5
Sometimes Lionstar wondered where Featherpaw found the time to breathe. The golden tom picked up the quail he'd caught, setting it down in front of the she-cat, who was still busily reenacting his every move, a rumbling chuckle sliding past golden jaws at her actions. "Here, I want you to get a good hold on that scent. It'll be all over the place come Newleaf." His words were almost drowned out by another one of Featherpaw's energetic outbursts.
"One day, I'm going to be able to do that. I'm going to be able to adapt to any change that might hit me, and push through for my Clan. I promise I'll be a great warrior, Lionstar! Just like you!"
Despite the humorous way with which Featherpaw had been gamboling around the forest, Lionstar felt a certain amount of pride and warmth for the tall silvery she-cat just then, pleased more than anything, to hear that she wanted to become not just a warrior, but a great warrior. "That's exactly the sort of thing I wanna hear." Purred the tom, flicking snow off his ear-tip, his pupils thin black slits thanks to the overbearing presence of light reflecting off the snow, his pupils appearing almost swallowed whole by the golden depths of the irises.
Intending to retrieve the prey later, Lionstar dug out several deep scoops of snow, even going so far as to reach the frosty, frozen earth below, his paws dirtied by his efforts. Not seeming to mind, Lionstar laid the quail down into the hole and covered it with his usual efficiency; I really hope she goes through with all of her big words. I expect great things from her, but there's only so much training I can give her, she'll have to push herself the rest of the way there.
That was something Lionstar had noticed over the moons of both apprenticeship and apprentice-training; an apprentice could become good with an excellent mentor, but an apprentice could become great with an excellent mentor and the resolve to follow through to reach their maximum potential. Was Featherpaw one of those cats? Did she have the strength of resolve to aim as high as she could?
Lionstar certainly hoped that was the case.
He would particularly hate it if Featherpaw fell into the category of 'ordinary', while she was such a unique, energetic individual now. Though her mellowing out a little bit wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing either...
Shaking his great mane, the warrior momentarily cleared his thoughts, coming back down to earth to further instruct the hyperactive bundle of silvery fur nearby. "Whether it's a quail or not, I want you to hunt the next thing we see. Now, considering a majority of our prey is hibernating through leafbare, can you tell me which animals are still awake?"
Nothing like a short quiz to get the brain firing up.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 3, 2013 0:37:20 GMT -5
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Featherpaw held her breath suddenly, at first to calm herself down. She knew she should try to allow Lionstar to teach her a little more, no matter how excited she was now. As she was attempting to calm herself down, however, her mentor spoke. "Whether it's a quail or not, I want you to hunt the next thing we see. Now, considering a majority of our prey is hibernating through leafbare, can you tell me which animals are still awake?" The silver apprentice’s breathing remained stopped the moment those words left her mentor’s mouth.
Slowly, she forced herself to let out the breath she’d been holding, hissing slightly as it dissipated. Her paws shuffled for a moment before she forced herself to plant them again, straightening herself to her full height. She stared at her golden pelted mentor, ice blue eyes narrowed slightly as she scrambled to get her mind back in the game. She concentrated hard, tail twitching now and again as her mind lost itself deep in thought. She tipped her head to the side slightly, slowly opening her mouth to respond to him, whether it be with an actual answer, or a simple admission that she couldn’t remember them off the top of her head.
The silver apprentice started off slowly, beginning with the ones she was most familiar with. “Well… When Leafbare rolls around, the prey that remains for us to hunt consist of… Of certain mice, rats… Magpies, starlings, and sparrowwwws…”
Suddenly her voice trailed off as her ear pricked. She’d been talking, which meant her mouth had been open, and it had caught a familiar scent wafting on the breeze, which still blew towards them. Featherpaw’s eyes were round and her pupils dilated slightly as she slid into a crouch. Her ears stayed pricked forward, focusing on whatever it was she had managed to scent. Her paw steps were slow as she stalked forward, her lean frame not making a sound as she moved. She hesitated for a moment as her prey came into view.
Just as she had thought. A sparrow was shuffling around of the ground. The reason behind this was unknown, but she didn’t question it. Her weight rocked back on her haunches. It would be a bit harder to time, as she was leaping through the undergrowth. She decided the would aim high. With a mighty pounce, she leapt high. As she burst from the undergrowth, the sparrow was startled and attempted to fly away. Right into Featherpaw’s waiting paws. She pinned it quickly to the ground, before killing it.
With a purr of satisfaction, she picked up the sparrow. She then remembered she had sort of ignored her mentor. She trotted back over to him, ears tipped back in apology. She dropped the sparrow at his paws, offering a grin. “You can’t get mad at me for running out on your quiz this time, Lionstar. Take a look at that!”
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Post by Fawn on Jan 3, 2013 17:22:59 GMT -5
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“Well… When Leafbare rolls around, the prey that remains for us to hunt consist of… Of certain mice, rats… Magpies, starlings, and sparrowwwws…”
The golden tom had scented it before she did, the subtle taunt to his tastebuds being something of the Avian variety, but rather than go after it, he had waited, body still, to see if Featherpaw would notice it too. Hardly sitting still to wait until the whirlwind of a feline came back with (or possibly without) her kill, Lionstar stalked in her wake, able only to get a grasp of her location through sight, Featherpaw doing well to make her presence unknown.
At last he spied her crouching, haunches rocking to go after a sparrow that had been pecking along the snowy surface, tan and brown breast made all the more vivid against a backdrop of white. Careful now. The snow can be loud. Careful. Though his inner words of warning proved false, in the end; with the correct posture an correct delivery - even from her slightly lowered position in the undergrowth - Featherpaw had delivered a perfect execution.
Mildly amused, Lionstar retreated to his previous place near the roots of a large maple, his tail lightly batting against the ground as though he were mildly agitated, ears directed off to their sides as though harried. But this playful guise broke once Featherpaw dropped the sparrow right in front of him, the TreeClan leader allowing himself a small purr and a nod of acceptance. "Well done. I intended to quiz you further, but I don't think you'll need it." Moving fluidly from his seated position to a standing one, Lionstar shook the snow from his ruff, overall quite pleased with what he'd witnessed today.
Funny. She's a lot less clumsy when she's by herself or she thinks no one's watching. For such a headstrong, hot-tempered, sassy she-cat, he found that rather peculiar. Featherpaw certainly wasn't attention-shy, nor did she feel any hesitation whatsoever when voicing her opinions aloud. So why then, had she been just so...uncoordinated earlier?
Was it because of me?
Nah. Couldn't be. Though it can be intimidating going hunting with the Clan leader...
Lionstar craned his head back, looking up into the white-washed sky through the branches that crisscrossed, amber eyes seeming to grow wide as he took in the blanched expanse of winter sky. It was going to snow again. He could feel it. "Let's check the borders, Featherpaw, and then we can collect our prey on the way back." He felt, for the first time in a couple sunrises, that TreeClan was going to be alright, what with the decent prey they were bringing back.
Of course, he knew this had been a lucky streak and nothing more, though Featherpaw's skill obviously had something to do with that. He would have to organize a patrol to hunt on the outskirts of the mountains, it was the only place the prey would possibly be more plentiful, and one lynx could not possibly eat it all.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 4, 2013 15:47:18 GMT -5
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"Well done. I intended to quiz you further, but I don't think you'll need it." Featherpaw felt a little puff of pride as she was praised by her mentor. She straightened herself, tail dancing happily behind her. She flicked her ear, glanced away as he stood to shake his long pelt clear of snow. Her eyes were on the ground for a moment, and she pretended as though she were examining the prey she’d just caught. She only dared to glance back up at him with the large golden tom turned his head up to look into the depths of the expanse about them.
"Let's check the borders, Featherpaw, and then we can collect our prey on the way back." Her ears pricked at this as she blinked at her mentor. She nodded her head, quite literally bounding to her paws. She took hold of the sparrow, paws working the ground before dropping it into the small hole she had made. She covered her catch up properly, making sure it was well hidden. Once she was ready, she stretched her silver body, blue eyes shut tight as she purred in delight. This was going to be a tiring day, but she didn’t mind.
With her sharp tongue and headstrong attitude, it was easy to forget that the young apprentice was only 7 moons old. She’d only been an apprentice for a moon, but she felt as though she’d been one for much longer. Sure, Lionstar pushed her, but it wasn’t as though she couldn’t handle it. In fact, she pushed herself harder. When Lionstar wasn’t mentoring her, because he was busy running the Clan, she was training herself. If you couldn’t find her in the camp, she was probably out there somewhere, practicing her hunting, or trying out some fighting moves, even trying out things she had come up with.
Sharp blue eyes turned to her mentor as the she-cat finished her stretch, muscles relaxed after that. She nodded her head to him, but her voice just barely betrayed her excitement. ”Ready when you are, Lionstar!”
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Post by Fawn on Jan 7, 2013 0:00:14 GMT -5
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The trek to the borderline should have proved uneventful, and it was right up until they reached the outskirts of StarClan's Claws. Being upwind and uphill of whatever was down there in the gatheringplace, Lionstar had continued on with smooth regularity, not noticing until the very last second that they were being watched. Pelt prickling just at the base of his neck, Lionstar halted, a narrowing of the eyes conveying his suspicions first, following suit by the rigid raise of fur along his spine upon confirmation of just what it was he was smelling.
Smokeface.
No, not quite. Someone else, someone who carried her scent; some cat who could very well be bad, bad news. Looking into the location of the usual meeting place of all five Clans, the leader of TreeClan felt his heart hardened, his claws sheathing and unsheathing in silent hostility.
It was funny how a pair of golden eyes could look so menacing from afar. Though Lionstar himself had eyes like fossilized amber, his did not normally hold that crystal clear coldness like the ones directly across the clearing did. Tail raising to signal Featherpaw to halt, Lionstar gave his attention to the inner turmoil ricocheting around in his head like a game of tug-of-war. He could go down there, see just who it was who carried the scent of Smokeface, or he could simply call this brief patrol over, and, despite Featherpaw's likely protests, they could head home as though nothing had happened.
An abrupt tensing of the muscles, Lionstar's focus snapped back to the feline below, the sudden shifting of the StoneClan warrior in his peripherals enough to raise his hackles further. Relax. Relax. This is a place of peace. No bloodshed will be spilled here. Nothing. Briefly worrying for Featherpaw's safety, Lionstar drew in a steadying breath, expression growing stonelike as he took it upon himself to enter the gathering area, body language confident but not overly so.
Let's go see just what this cat is up to.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 10, 2013 20:04:19 GMT -5
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The silver apprentice followed her mentor, silent for once in her life. She only spoke if he asked her something. It was odd, because she always seemed to have so much energy… But she was beginning to feel the slightest feeling of tiredness. She had been out for a while… And she was only 7 moons old. Still, she would be fine for a while yet. Her blue eyes gazed around their territory in wonder. She loved it here, she really did.
Suddenly, her pelt began to prickle, and she glanced around, feeling as though there were a pair of eyes… Just watching them. She fought back a shiver, her eyes never staying still as she tried to pinpoint the origin of this feeling. She glanced over at her mentor, noticing his hackles raised. Oh good, at least she wasn’t going crazy. He felt it too. She noted his gaze, hard and unmoving, deciding to follow it until it landed on… Lionstar’s tail? She stepped backwards, blinking and shaking her head. Her mentor had raised his tail, most likely to get her to stop, just when she’d been about to see something. All she’d managed to get was a face full of fur.
Still, the slight shift of the other cat caught her attention, and shockingly bright blue irises landed on the figure of another cat. She blinked, confused for a second, before flicking her tail dismissively. What did it matter who this cat was? Lionstar obviously didn’t appreciate them all that much. That was enough for the silver apprentice to decide she didn’t like this mysterious feline either. She shifted her weight slowly, as not to pull attention. Her gaze flicked to Lionstar, then back at the other cat. She wanted to ask him just what in the name of StarClan was going on, but even the silver apprentice knew now wasn’t a good time. Tail lashing slightly, she moved closer to Lionstar’s side, pulling up even with him and glancing at her mentor. She didn’t need any words. Her eyes said it all.
Who is it?
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Post by Fawn on Jan 18, 2013 3:06:57 GMT -5
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"Morning Lionstar, Featherpaw."
A voice that sounded like melted leather met the pricked ears of TreeClan's leader, and he resisted the urge to pull back and hiss, finding something acutely unsettling about the feline lurking below - and the fact that he knew Featherpaw's name. "Morning." Lionstar replied with obvious reservation, forcing his large paws to carry him into the Clans' usually meetingplace, a handsome dark-furred tom with keen, diamond-sharp golden eyes coming into view. "Mockingjay." Announcing the name by which this tom went to Featherpaw rather than just saying it, Lionstar came to a sitting position, the wind caressing the dark golden mane that framed his collarbone.
The cat in question chuckled, appearing entirely relaxed against the lightly snow-covered earth, posture suggesting he was neither awe-struck by Lionstar's presence or even remotely feeling threatened. Lionstar by no means felt it was a requirement that any non-TreeClan-cat he met react in awe or fear when he approached, but he did find the casualness with which Mockingjay just sat there a little bit...
Unsettling.
Like a strange wind blowing in from the north. Glancing around to Featherpaw, he introduced them properly, not bothering to ask the dark tom how he knew Featherpaw's name. "This Mockingjay, a well-respected senior warrior of StoneClan. It's alright, this is neutral territory." Though he felt those words almost lodge in his throat with disbelief - 'well-respected' in particular - Lionstar was doing well to come off entirely calm and business-like.
Himself and Mockingjay - they were of similar age, with Mockingjay being just three moons older. He could still remember how distinctively this tom had stood out at every gathering, back when he'd been Jaypaw (no, his original namesake was NOT Mockingpaw, as awkward as a name that would be), and seeing him again, larger and more...more alarming than ever before sent a thrill down his spine.
Fur fluffing against the wind, Lionstar tried his best to put his unease aside, striking up a harmless conversation with a cat who was considerably less so. "What brings you to StarClan's Claws?"
"The company." Replied the tom with a bit of cheek and a chuckle.
Lionstar forced a smile, shaking his head as he attempted to shove aside his instinctive weariness. "Right. Well I was showing my apprentice, Featherpaw, along the border. What ever happened to Weedfoot, your old mentor?" He mewed, this time with genuine curiosity. Weedfoot had been quite the scrawny tom, but he'd been rather brilliant, and it was a shock to everyone when he'd suddenly gone missing shortly after Jaypaw had become Mockingjay.
The StoneClan tom let out a short mrrow-ow-ow-ow of humor, as if he found the question itself to be quite funny. "Why is that a concern of TreeClan's leader?"
"Not a concern," countered Lionstar, "Merely a curiosity. If you don't want to answer, then don't." Feeling as though he'd suddenly been engaged in mental chess, Lionstar couldn't quite force his shoulders to relax all the way, shifting out of habit into an almost military stance of proper readiness, as though he were a lion statue meant to guard sacred ground until he no longer served a purpose.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 18, 2013 14:51:27 GMT -5
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Blue eyes watched this new tom wearily as she slowly followed her mentor, tail wrapping around her paws as she watched them. She flicked her gaze to her mentor, picking up on his unease. There was something about this tom. Something she didn't like. She bit her tongue, trying her best not to blurt anything out. When Lionstar introduced her to him, she dipped her head slightly, the tiniest inclination of her head.
She continued to sit in her silence, her eyes ablaze with her desire to speak out. She was doing well for herself, holding back until now. But she was no miracle worker. As Lionstar finished speaking, Featherpaw's blue eyes locked on Mockingjay, and gazed evenly at him as she spoke. "I don't like you. She knew she shouldn't have spoken in such a manner, yet there was no regret in her eyes as she held his stare. No fear either.
Yes, sometimes she was stupid, and reckless. Staring down a warrior who was supposedly a respected senior warrior of StoneClan was not something an apprentice should be doing. But she was doing it. And there was not a hint of fear in her body. Her only movement was the twitch of her tail. For those who knew her, this particular twitch was a clear sign of her annoyance.
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Post by Fawn on Jan 20, 2013 5:15:32 GMT -5
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"I don't like you."
"Featherpaw!" Lionstar hissed, appalled (and partially unsurprised) by her response to the entirely unsettling StoneClan warrior. There was a part of him that had inwardly been questioning her silence, secretly hoping against all reason that she had matured enough to hold her tongue even when an outburst was practically threatening to split her at the seams. Apparently he'd been wrong. Eyes flashing, the TreeClan tom swung his head around to look at Mockingjay, an apology halfway out of his mouth before he'd even gotten over the whole ordeal; "I'm sorry - she's...very outspoken, and should know better." As he spoke, his eyes darted to Featherpaw to give her a very pointed look, hoping she took the none-too-subtle hint that any more outbursts were NOT wanted.
Much to his relief (and suspicion), Mockingjay only laughed, turning glittering irises upon the gray tabby she-cat who had addressed him with such rude frankness. "That's too bad," he mewed, not at all perturbed. "You hardly even know me."
I don't think she wants to. This time it was Lionstar's turn to hold his tongue, the golden tom eager to abruptly change the subject, drawing Mockingjay's attention back onto him and something that had been dogging his conscience ever since that fateful day during his deputyship. "Have you heard anything from Smokeface?" mewed the brawny lion-like tom, his form still rigid, though the intent look in his eyes registering just how eager he was for new information concerning that vengeful she-cat.
Mockingjay snorted, one paw crossed over the other as he eased his weight to one side, clearly not bothered by the hostilities between the two. "Are you asking me to start spilling information about my own Clanmate?" Crooned the warrior with humored lack of concern. Before Lionstar could object, however, Mockingjay continued. "Well she's still out for your head delivered to her on a pile of the bones of your loved ones, but other then that, nothing new."[/co/or]
Lionstar's chest tightened.
Great. Sometimes the scariest thing in the world was no change at all.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 21, 2013 11:59:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/etbi8n.png] There was absolutely no reaction from the she-cat. Not a flinch, nor a snarl, as her mentor apologized for her. She kept her ice blue eyes focused on the strange tom before her, watching him carefully. She completely ignored his words, not bothering to spend the time to give him a response. That would simply prove to be a waste of time. His attitude made it obvious that he didn't care a rat's carcass about them, which was fine with her. She didn't give a fly's carcass about him. The stupid, idle conversation that was attempted between the two older cats was boring her to death. This border patrol was proving to be fantastic. They'd run into some stupid tom, with a stupid voice, and a stupid attitude, who made her do stupid things and got her berated by her mentor for her stupid words. It was all stupid.
"Well she's still out for your head delivered to her on a pile of the bones of your loved ones, but other then that, nothing new." Silver ears shot up at this and bright blue eyes sparked with interest. What... Why would a cat want Lionstar's head? She turned her questioning gaze on her mentor, sharp gaze all but boring into him as she spoke a single word. That word was filled with confusion, interest, and perhaps even a bit of a demand. A demand to know what in the name of the Dark Forest was going on here.
"Lionstar..."
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Post by Fawn on Jan 22, 2013 14:14:29 GMT -5
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"Lionstar..."
Oh Foxdung. He'd completely forgotten about his efforts to keep Featherpaw out of the apparent blood feud he had called down upon his head after that incident with Warhawk. Grimacing, the TreeClan leader glanced to his left, amber eyes trying to burn a message into her retinas. I'll explain later. By later he meant when he had enough time to prepare a very good excuse for why she shouldn't worry or get herself involved. It wasn't that he was terrified of her doing something stupid or reckless, rather, it forced a chill down Lionstar's spine at the idea of Smokeface ever coming into contact with Featherpaw, and a fight somehow escalating between them.
Would Smokeface go so far as to KILL Featherpaw just to get back at him?
Lionstar glanced at Mockingjay, who appeared to be cleaning his claws, obviously unhindered by any ridiculous feud between the TreeClan leader and one of their most senior members. He met Mockingjay's ice blue eyes as they shifted to their corners.
Oh yes. Yes she would.
Just when he'd gotten mastery over the fur that continuously threatened to prickle and raise in the presence of Mockingjay, the thread Smokeface posed to his Clan, his family and his friends was enough to drive him back up the wall, posture tensing.
Conscious of the lion-like tom's shift in behavior, a low chuckle escaped the feline busy grooming. "She's not here if that's what you're worried about. Saying her name aloud won't summon her like some kind of devil." He commented with dry humor, eyes glittering like the cold edges of a knife.
Lionstar snorted, able to respond with equal dryness. "Whether she's here or not wouldn't change anything. There's a time for reasoning and a time for war - if she insists on skulking in the shadows like some kind of fox, waiting for the opportunity to strike, then that narrow window for discussion will be that much closer to closing for good." He had no intention of tolerating that she-cat's particularly strong brand of vengeance; though it was true, there was a deeply rooted guilt he felt over the whole scenario, but that guilt was dwarfed in comparison to his desire to protect those in his charge.
Standing up, the maned feline met Mockingjay's gaze once more, tail swaying in s-shaped patterns behind him, reflective of the dark mood thoughts of Smokeface him in. "This is where we say goodbye - Featherpaw and I need to finish our patrol."
Mockingjay, who looked as though he would not be leaving the peaceful gatheringplace anytime soon, dipped his head in a customary sign of deference to a Clan leader, though this display of respect was about as pure as mud-water, coming from him. His courteousness would only last so long as StoneClan and TreeClan were not enemies. "May StarClan light your path." Lionstar murmured, the phrase tossed out not because he sincerely meant it - he didn't necessarily NOT mean it, either - but because they were in a sacred place of peace.
"And may Smokeface never darken yours," replied Mockingjay coolly, watching as the leader of TreeClan turned and flicked his tail for Featherpaw to follow.
No doubt she would have a million and one different questions - all of which she could ask him, as soon as they were out of Mockingjay's listening range.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 24, 2013 16:21:32 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/etbi8n.png] Ice blue eyes narrowed at Lionstar has he looked at her. He had better explain himself later, or she'd claw his ears off, leader and mentor or not. Her gaze switched back to that stupid tom who'd interrupted their border patrol. Her eyes were still narrowed as she watched him clean his claws, tail lashing behind her like a snake preparing to strike. She hoped that this wouldn't last much longer. She was rather tired of the tom's presence, and would much rather be checking the elders for ticks than sit here and speak to him.
Finally, Lionstar announced that they were leaving. Her gaze only narrowed further at what this Mockingjay had to say, not liking him any more than she had when she'd declared she hadn't liked him. In fact, it was possible she liked him even less. When Lionstar motioned for her to follow, she turned around quickly, hiding the silent snarl that had peeled her lips away from her teeth. She stalked forward, staying by Liontar's side, tail never quieting as they moved back into the comfort of the forest. Her gaze focused on her mentor, hard and impatient as she clearly waited for him to let her know just what in the name of the Dark Forest had happened.
"What. Was. That." She ground out, her voice quieter than a whisper, only for Lionstar's ears.
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