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Post by Insidious on Jun 16, 2013 16:39:28 GMT -5
He wasn't sure what in particular had lead him to the mountains. His original plan had been a quick self-lesson in TreeClan's territory on precision of movement and overall stealth, though for some reason, he had allowed himself to be lured far deeper than what he had been aiming for prior. Unwilling to turn back, however, the almost-warrior continued along his pathway. With his nose pressed to the ground as it occasionally was throughout his upward expedition, he was able to detect a faint lace of StoneClan's scent. With the idea of this clan brought to the forefront of his mind, Crimsonpaw couldn't help but spare a soft, nearly inaudible laugh of pure amusement. He'd rather die than be chased out of his own territory, no matter how outnumbered. Perhaps, once upon a time, he would have viewed the situation StoneClan faced under a different light. But now, under the influence of TreeClan's most ominous warrior, he couldn't help but take into consideration the darker factors: the blow it'd take to those more egotistical, the overall knowledge of knowing rival clans had plotted against you and won – taken what was rightfully yours from right under your oblivious noses.
Perhaps he was capable of understanding; somewhere deep down a part of him could be assumed sympathetic. Though it was a part of him now lost, a part of him so eerily small that his brain didn't even take the possibility into proper consideration. The only thought he could manage to process was how ridiculous they had been in retreating – fight for what is yours, or die trying.
Suddenly keen on locating a prized piece of prey to practice his... newest techniques, the tom-cat took to the careful matter of scenting the air for any intriguing scent. StoneClan, however, was the only aroma he was able to differentiate from the rest. Snorting in annoyance, Crimsonpaw decided to follow the faint fragrance, not interested in the clan's whereabouts though drawn to near regardless. Perhaps, Grayowl would be interested in holding a superior knowledge of StoneClan's current location over the rest of TreeClan? It was something Crimsonpaw would do to make him happy; one of the many things he was willing to do to make him happy.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2013 19:16:04 GMT -5
&& i will try to fix you
The soft silvery she-cat carefully picked her way down the face of the steep ridge, using tiny little ledges as a stairway to solid ground. The StoneClan apprentice had succeeded in ending the life of the chipmunk she had been after, though not through any conventional means. There was no stalking, pouncing, and swift bite to the neck. No, Cloudpaw had chased the poor creature, yet before she could pounce, it had tumbled over the edge of the cliff she now descended.
Over the past few moons, her body had gone through significant changes. Her fluffy coat had lightened from its original soft grey, and now gleamed a pale silvery white. Still retaining it's kitten soft texture, the medium-length hairs fluffed out from her small body, her muscles becoming toned due to her training in the mountains. Her hindlegs were stronger, her pawsteps more certain than they had ever been. She still had much of her training left, but already the effects were showing. As she moved from one ledge to another, her light, airy gait and sure step caused her to flow like liquid, easily moving toward the ground. Her eyes had changed as well, from a deep, dark blue, to the icy bits of sky they were now.
She delicately slipped from the last ledge onto level ground, and cast her pale gaze toward where her chipmunk had fallen. Her airy gait and thin, fluffy coat caused her to look much like her namesake, a cloud floating over the land. It didn't take long for her to find the creature, its small striped body twisted and contorted unnaturally. Cloudpaw winced slightly, sending up a quick prayer to StarClan for its life. She carefully picked up the broken body and turned, heading back the way she had come. She would have an interesting story to tell when she got back to their camp, and she smiled when she thought of the look sure to cross Brindlepaw's face when she heard the tale. Before she could begin to scale the cliff, however, something happened that sent her eyes chasing shadows.
An unfamiliar scent had caught her nose, cutting through the smell of the chipmunk in her mouth, and while the mountains were full of strange smells, this one was different. It seemed alive, and sent a shudder down her spine. It told of trees and grass and small creatures and so much more. The scent was alluring and terrifying all at once, and she didn't know whether to run for her life or draw closer. She lowered the chipmunk to the ground, bright blue eyes scanning the rocky landscape around her.
"Who's there?"
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Post by Insidious on Jun 23, 2013 19:15:00 GMT -5
All thoughts of tracking StoneClan's whereabouts undisturbed were shattered as the cautious, feminine tone of another entered the tom's eardrums, forcing them to instinctively prick and swivel in the direction of the source. With curiousity alight in his pale green eyes, Crimsonpaw carefully inhaled the she-cat's scent, confirming his suspicions of her being a StoneClan inhabitant. Immediately, a smirk laced his reddish-white jaw – let the games begin. Pivoting sharply, Crimsonpaw took greedy steps in the direction of the scent, increasingly keen to not only smell her, but see her with his own eyes in order to formulate a more detailed perception. After all, he knew better than to get himself tangled in an unexplainable mess with a she-cat that was smarter than she appeared. If he could locate her, perhaps even squeezing a few words in throughout the process, he would then make his decision.
Peering through a concealment of foliage, the tom-cat's stare pierced the silvery-white fur of whom he presumed to be the vocal's owner. He remained hidden while he observed, desiring to get a good interpretation of her before revealing himself to where questions could openly be offered: overall, she was pretty – that was irrelevant to him, however. Crimsonpaw cared not for mesmerizing qualities, for he knew from experience that none of that mattered once coloured vivid shades of red.
Satisfied, Crimsonpaw parted lethal jaws to speak words of the most comforting origin, misleading yet comforting nonetheless. “Don't worry, it's only a fellow apprentice.” Taking a moment to groom through his red-black-spotted fur – he needed to look presentable and considerably handsome if to make the desired impression upon this she-cat – Crimsonpaw parted through the leaves disguising his lithe frame and settled into a content sit a few mouselengths away from the StoneClanner, his thinly furred tail wrapping atop his forepaws – the picture-perfect image of relaxation; non-threatening. Crimsonpaw skimmed the she-cat's body, resting his sights within the depths of her sky-blue eyes as he addressed her. “You need not to be cautious, she-cat. I wouldn't dream of hurting you.” His tongue leaked of charm, a boyish cockiness portrayed in the way his head just barely titled to the left, a grin lacing across his jaw.
He figured that this StoneClanner would likely be a little uncomfortable unless he stated it directly, regardless of how untrue the statement remained. Although it hadn't been TreeClan that had chased StoneClan out, they had still been involved given the fact they refused to offer their assistance when a few stray StoneClan warriors had arrived at their borders in search of it. Perhaps, this pretty apprentice was amongst the group that held a grudge against them for their decision? And since the possibility lingered between the duo of strangers like a thick fog, Crimsonpaw wanted to ensure that she know it hadn't been his decision – even though he completely agreed with the decision Lionstar had made... there was simply things this feline didn't have to know.
“I'm Crimsonpaw,” he mewed casually, inclining his chin upon mention of his name. “and I'd enjoy having something more fitted to call you than merely StoneClanner.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2013 18:19:25 GMT -5
&& i will try to fix you
The sound that came from a small, hardy mountain bush nearby nearly caused the silvery she-cat to fly off her paws. "Don't worry, it's only a fellow apprentice." Her wide blue eyes watched as reddish-gold cat emerged, his pelt dotted with large patches and swirls of black. The words were meant to be a comfort, but Cloudpaw had seen first hand how dangerous strange cats could be, even if only apprentices. She was scarred, and wary. As he moved in closer, she took a few quick steps back, her tailtip brushing the stone cliff face behind her.
"You need not to be cautious, she-cat. I wouldn't dream of hurting you." He smiled at her, and gazed at her with those green eyes, and she felt her body begin to relax. A part of her screamed that she should run, ignore what he was saying and just hightail it back to camp. But another, softer part, soothed her mind, forcing her to relax.
"I'm Crimsonpaw, and I'd enjoy having something more fitted to call you than merely StoneClanner." The way his voice hit the air around them, Cloudpaw's initial distrust slowly began to fade. She didn't trust him completely, far from it, but her fur slowly began to fall back into place. She lowered her haunches into a seated position, now a little more nervous than scared.
Crimsonpaw. The name had a certain sense of foreboding to it, and the color flashed across her eyes for a moment in a memory of blood. It certainly fit with his red tinted fur, though, so she carefully locked away all those bloody images from her mind. She found her eyes had drifted from his gaze, taking in his spotted fur and the way it hugged his body. After a moment of silence, she responded, her voice just a little shaky.
"C-Cloudpaw." Oh, StarClan, why did she have to stutter? Her eyes closed in a long blink, mentally berating herself for her uncertainty. Her eyes opened to find his gaze still pinned on her, and she decided to try her hand at conversation. "What are you doing, so far from home?" Well. At least her voice didn't shake nearly as bad that time. He probably thinks I'm a mousebrain. Now, she wished she had run, if only to save herself from the embarrassment that currently made her pelt burn a few degrees more. She just hoped that he didn't notice it.
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Post by Insidious on Jul 1, 2013 15:01:47 GMT -5
It was intriguing to witness the blossoming of one's trust. Crimsonpaw noted the relaxation of her tensed fur, his pale green eyes alight with what mirrored contentedness, though unknowingly something far more sadistic. The pretty she-cat's stutter didn't go unnoticed, Crimsonpaw simply allowing it to appear as if it had floated directly over his head without so much a flicker of recognition. He wanted nothing more than for this StoneClanner, apparently Cloudpaw, to think of him as a gentleman; if being oblivious to her momentary sign of discomfort would fit the role, then he'd do it.
“A pleasure to meet you, Cloudpaw.” Mewed the eloquent tom, dipping his head as a formal gesture of his false chivalry. Her question perked his interest, remaining quiet for a few short seconds to elaborate the topic in his mind before daring to voice aloud the answer. There would, sadly, be no turning back should he make a mistake and say something out of line. Therefore, Crimsonpaw knew to take great caution – the situation was one of utmost delicacy; it was his first time playing the role of the conniving predator, daringly fixating his sights upon an uncanny source of unaware prey. “I was originally so far from my territories due to a desire of sharpening my skills absent of my mentor,” this statement wasn't entirely dishonest, for that had been his intentions prior. He simply left out the details as to which mentor in particular he was working to impress, as he did for which skills in particular he planned on sharpening. “I want to prove myself worthy of a warrior's name, after all. What better way to accomplish this then by excelling without the need for a present mentor?” Crimsonpaw's tail casually curled around his side, the absence of any general movement aiding in creating the perfect illusion. He simply hoped Cloudpaw wouldn't grow suspicious.
“Same goes for you,” he continued, mindful to ensure the spotlight not remain on himself for longer than necessary. “I guess I can't claim to be aware of just how far away you happen to be. Though, regardless, I never thought the mountains a safe place for someone to go alone should they not be careful.” Crimsonpaw, after a moment's observation, stood. He remained wary of approaching at first, his memory recalling Cloudpaw's sudden back-pedal once he attempted such a distance minimizer earlier. Though once he felt that he had hesitated just long enough not to be threatening, he took a few steps closer.
“Especially yourself – I wouldn't want to see something bad happen to one of utmost beauty.” The compliment slipped from his tongue with great ease, forwardly presenting a level of dexterous charm in hopes of luring the oblivious she-cat closer. He could almost taste what glory this would bring him; Grayowl would be more than pleased with his abilities.
Yet even as a toothy smile spilled across his lips in a presentation of utmost charm, there remained, deeply concealed, a disguised element of blood lust in how each sharp fang so keenly revealed itself to her free examination – thoroughly pleasant, though unknowingly vicious.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2013 23:07:29 GMT -5
i miss the life, i miss the colors of the world
Blue eyes watched in silence as he pondered her question for a brief moment, no doubt choosing how best to voice his thoughts. When his voice broke through the momentary silence, her ears focused in intently. "I was originally so far from my territories due to a desire of sharpening my skills absent of my mentor." Of course, Cloudpaw could understand that, but why would he feel the need to travel into the mountains, and then stray so far from TreeClan's forest? Before she could speak up, he continued. "I want to prove myself worthy of a warrior's name, after all. What better way to accomplish this then by excelling without the need for a present mentor?"
There was something about his explanation that seemed a little...off.. but she couldn't pinpoint it. It probably had something to do with the fact that he was still so far from home. Her young innocence, however marred by tragedy it may be, allowed her to fall into his trap, and she believed what he said. According to his words and body language, he meant her no harm. Her mind relaxed, and the conversation became a little easier.
"Same goes for you. I guess I can't claim to be aware of just how far away you happen to be. Though, regardless, I never thought the mountains a safe place for someone to go alone should they not be careful." The question caught her off guard, and her gaze, which had slowly drifted from him, snapped back to meet his eyes, a slight hint of surprise in her blue orbs. Before she could speak, he rose and padded closer, and the distance between them grew smaller. Not only could she see the distance shorten, but she could feel it. Physically, she felt the space between them grow denser, causing a slight pressure in her chest.
"Especially yourself – I wouldn't want to see something bad happen to one of utmost beauty."
It was too much. He was too close, too fast. Her mind raced, her heart rate increased. A mix of fear and adrenaline flooded her veins and she rose off the ground and slid back a step. "I.. I should get going. My m-mentor will be worried if I don't return s-soon." She was stuttering again, but she didn't care. She just knew she needed to get out of there, before she made a fool of herself. Not only was she panicking over a simple advance, his presence there had an odd affect on her. It was one she was unfamiliar with, and it scared her. She wanted to be closer to him, wanted that hint of danger he carried with him, but at the same time, that danger scared her. All she wanted to do now was run, run and get away, get away and be alone for a while. She needed room to think, room to breathe-- her breathing had become unsteady, faster-- room to sort out all the contrasting emotions assaulting her.
She took another step back, her gaze looking at his face, yet not meeting his gaze. Another step, then another, then.. Her haunches hit the stone cliff face behind her, the same cliff she had chased the forgotten chipmunk over. Cornered, she glanced to the side, seeking an exit route. She wasn't keen on turning her head, putting herself in a weaker position. She did the best she could to keep her face forward, while still scanning her sides for an exit. If he attacked and she was pinned here, her chances weren't going to be good. Subconsciously, her claws extended, resting against stone and gravel. Her heart pounded in her ears, and panic began to take over her senses.
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Post by Insidious on Sept 11, 2013 19:30:35 GMT -5
Crimsonpaw He watched, a wide range of back-up plans momentarily engulfing his features as they morphed into urgency, somewhat taken aback by the she-cat's sudden array of uncomfortableness. He wanted her to trust him, he needed her to. Pale green eyes flickered with worry, examining her abrupt movements and searching for a way to stop her up until a solid rock cliff was able to do it for him. She seemed in desperate need of an escape, her wide-eyed gaze locked upon him, yet clearly not directly meeting his own. The cliff, however, had managed to faze her. She was without a route to flee, and she now glanced upon the spotted apprentice as if he was her greatest enemy.
A back-up plan was chosen.
Reddish brown ears lay flat against his skull, innocence radiating purely from his handsome eyes as he blinked them thoughtfully, taking a gracious step backward. “I'm sorry, Cloudpaw. I didn't mean to intrude passed your comfort zone.” Crimsonpaw settled into a sit after having once again established a reasonable distance between them, his leaf hued eyes unwavering from the pretty she-cat, a tiny smile threatening the corner of his lip. “I don't want to hurt you, and I most certainly don't want to make you feel out of place.” He emphasized his sentence, as if having to ensure himself that the words were true in turn. Pitiful, such was a complete contradiction to his actual intentions with her. But the less she knew the better, and as of now, she didn't seem all too keen on being in his presence, such being precisely why he was newly seeking to alter such an unwanted perception on her part. It was entirely up to Cloudpaw to open his window of opportunity, for he sought only to perform a few minor tweaks. She, of course, had no way of knowing what violent laces lay hidden beneath his pleasant smirk. Comical, how the ones that mirrored an aura of utmost friendliness were the ones that sought to do you harm.
“I'm not going to make you stay here against your will. If you think your mentor is worried about you, then you should probably return to them.” The young tom gestured outwardly, angling his body in such a manner that informed the she-cat that she could pass him if she so desired. If she chose to leave, then he'd of course need to organize a way to ensure that they meet again. But it was better to leave her on a good note than a bad one, and he knew holding her hostage by force was not the best way to achieve such an ending to their first exchange. It was with this in mind that Crimsonpaw remained fully relaxed, his body indicating no signs that he'd react if she so happened to begin advancing away from him. Pale green eyes remained fixated upon her, awaiting her reaction in comfortable silence.
They were not strangers, and that was a good enough start. He was happy with what he'd be leaving today with if she chose to depart – he held a heightened amount of information about her persona, as flighty as it was. “Again, I'm sorry. I crossed a line, and I didn't mean to frighten you. I hope that your mentor won't be too worried about your absence.”
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