Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on May 2, 2020 3:41:24 GMT -5
☁
Stormpaw
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
☁ — The river looked deady and beautiful as it rushed haphazardly past it's still, sandy banks with the bodies of slender fish slipped through the rocky bed below. The gurgling noise was practically music to the silver tabby's ears, calling her like a siren to swim within it's cool and refreshing waves that lapped at her thick paws.
The thick plume tail of the young she-cat twitched, brushing against the ground as it trailed behind her. Despite her lack of respect and irritable temperament when it comes to authority figures, there was a brilliance of delight within the stormy blue pools of the striped molly. She, for all flaws, was very competitive and even more so when it came to her brother, Troutpaw. To top it all off, today was battle training and Waspstrike had come to collect both she and her more slender brother to face off against each other.
Stormpaw couldn't wait to see his face once she successfully pinned him to the dusty ground of the sand bar in the middle of the river.
"Ready to lose bro?" Stormpaw teased in that well known, irritable rasp though it seemed somewhat softer when she spoke to him compared to anyone else in Rainclan's ranks. Save for their mother, Willowbreeze. Not much for being a friendly and likable she-cat, Stormpaw was known to have a soft spot when it came to both her mother and her brother, a bond from birth that would always be there no matter what might happen. They were family after all.
Flickering her plume tail once more, those stormy hues shifted to lock onto her brother's mentor. A young bengal that Stormpaw had already had the delight of getting into a heated argument with, though she had been but a kit during that confrontation. The silver tabby had been attempting another escape from the camp, much to the disdain of their irritating and perfect leader: Silverstar.
She found amusement in rebelling against the rules, it happened to be a rather negative personality trait that she enjoyed showing off.
"Let's see if your wasp-brain mentor taught you anything good." Stormpaw picked at the older tomcat with a smirk wide upon her pale muzzle. She was aware of Waspstrike's temperament, and the ever unpredictable she-cat always enjoyed to poke and prod even when it was best left alone. Ever like her namesake, the young molly was a force of nature with an unpredicted temper that could spark like lightning within any given time.
The thick plume tail of the young she-cat twitched, brushing against the ground as it trailed behind her. Despite her lack of respect and irritable temperament when it comes to authority figures, there was a brilliance of delight within the stormy blue pools of the striped molly. She, for all flaws, was very competitive and even more so when it came to her brother, Troutpaw. To top it all off, today was battle training and Waspstrike had come to collect both she and her more slender brother to face off against each other.
Stormpaw couldn't wait to see his face once she successfully pinned him to the dusty ground of the sand bar in the middle of the river.
"Ready to lose bro?" Stormpaw teased in that well known, irritable rasp though it seemed somewhat softer when she spoke to him compared to anyone else in Rainclan's ranks. Save for their mother, Willowbreeze. Not much for being a friendly and likable she-cat, Stormpaw was known to have a soft spot when it came to both her mother and her brother, a bond from birth that would always be there no matter what might happen. They were family after all.
Flickering her plume tail once more, those stormy hues shifted to lock onto her brother's mentor. A young bengal that Stormpaw had already had the delight of getting into a heated argument with, though she had been but a kit during that confrontation. The silver tabby had been attempting another escape from the camp, much to the disdain of their irritating and perfect leader: Silverstar.
She found amusement in rebelling against the rules, it happened to be a rather negative personality trait that she enjoyed showing off.
"Let's see if your wasp-brain mentor taught you anything good." Stormpaw picked at the older tomcat with a smirk wide upon her pale muzzle. She was aware of Waspstrike's temperament, and the ever unpredictable she-cat always enjoyed to poke and prod even when it was best left alone. Ever like her namesake, the young molly was a force of nature with an unpredicted temper that could spark like lightning within any given time.
