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Post by Fae Magic on May 7, 2020 21:54:34 GMT -5
The starry skies loomed high above and owls hooted above her head in the tree tops. The sound itself was enough to give the small apprentice the shivers. She honestly didn't understand why she had to be born into this clan of all places! She hated the night; it was so lonely and gloomy and all sorts of bad for her. Granted, Mousepaw was the tiniest apprentice the clan had to offer so she would be the weakest and the more preyed upon if she ever left camp grounds. Like tonight...Just like last time when she left her camp and had run into Blackstag of all cats; he had made a good point that there were predators out here ready and eager to gobble up a tiny little thing like Mousepaw who would not have the strength or skill to throw a fight to survive because she lived up to her name as weak and timid as the mouse she was named after. That of course did not stop the others within the apprentice den like Cricketpaw and Breezepaw from giving the little she cat the encouragement that she needed and the push in the right direction to try and better herself. Not for her clan but for herself. To prove to herself that she was not weak and timid and useless as her parents had thought of her. She would not fail herself and think herself as a waste of breath anymore. She now had friends who had her back and would cheer her on if she needed the extra push in the right direction.
That being said; Mousepaw had decided it would be a good idea for her to go out of camp by herself. Her friends were busy training or out of camp already so she did not have anyone else to accompany her into the territory. Even her mentor Starling cry had some warrior duties to attend to and Mousepaw had not made many others friends beside the two apprentice mollies within her apprentice den and Buckfur who conveniently was out as well. So. she opted to go out alone. The worst possible thing to do for an inexperienced apprentice but she did know the territory; well enough at least to scent her way back home if she got lost. She did have brains. She just didn't often use it when it came to fight or flight mode. But, she would try and do her best in what she could; she'd promised herself that and her friends.
Making her way Mousepaw found herself going to the Muddy Pools. A place she had not gone yet herself. Well, she past by it a few times during rounds and walks with her friends but never actually ended up investigating it. So, she decided to test her bravery and explore on her own. Probably something that would become a fatal mistake later on. She knew she arrived whenever her nose picked up the scent of mud and earth that was damp and heady. The squishy ground beneath her paws were also a rather obvious clue right there especially with the recent rains they had. This place reeked and made her want to sneeze because it tickled her nose. But, instead she pressed forwards and walked deeper in to the odd territory; being careful on her light paws to be able to step in the right spots and not sink to her untimely death in the mud slides she knew would be waiting for her. With her bad luck she would trip and fall or just not be paying attention and step in something she shouldn't that would resolve in her death or entrapment.
She got to a puddle of murky water that was filled with mud and looked down; seeing the stars glittering in it's reflection around the shadowed black shape of her head on the water's surface. She paused to stare at herself, amber eyes glowing in the darkness that was her shape of a head and sighed before closing her eyes and breathing in the scents.
"Okay, the mantra, gotta say the mantra." she mumbled.
The mantra was something her friends had suggested to do to help her calm down and encourage herself whenever they weren't around to do it themselves. A pick me up that she promised herself to do so that she could gain some sort of confidence down the road.
"My name is Mousepaw. I am a apprentice of Nightclan. I am loved, I am wanted, I am worthy, and I am strong. I will not back down from danger and I will use my head. I will not stand for abuse and I will not stand alone." she breathed between each sentence to help her relax and get focused.
"I have friends and I have allies, I am not alone, I will-" she stopped when her ears picked up the sound of steps and she froze where she sat.
Confused she looked over her shoulder to peer into the darkness to see who maybe out there. Could it be danger? That wasn't good, she couldn't fight yet and she wasn't ready to take on something or someone alone. She was just beginning. Her heart rate picked up when she saw a pair of eyes staring back at her in the darkness where the light from the stars and moon did not reach. Mousepaw yelped in surprise and scrambled backwards; tripping over her own tail like the clumsy fool she was and found herself falling back. Cold water and mud soaked into her fur as she sat there breathing hard and looking terrified covered in mud from the mud puddle she fell in in her grey and white fur.
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Post by Fawn on May 14, 2020 18:47:52 GMT -5
The kid has got a dark side Push too far you'll see Roachpaw stepped out of the darkness as if Mousepaw's inner critic had suddenly solidified in front of her. A dead frog was clutched between his jaws, his whiskers still dripping with puddlewater from the catch he'd made merely heartbeats ago. Preoccupied with his prey, Roachpaw had paid Mousepaw no mind - until he'd heard her talking to herself.
"My name is Mousepaw. I am a apprentice of Nightclan. I am loved, I am wanted, I am worthy, and I am strong. I will not back down from danger and I will use my head. I will not stand for abuse and I will not stand alone."
What kind of frogdung was that?
Roachpaw spat the frog carcass onto the ground, his voice lashing out like a whip into the darkness. "Are you talking to yourself?" She was. Roachpaw took a step back, as if afraid to catch whatever sniveling cowardice the she-cat had that made her this way. As if fate itself would not allow Mousepaw a chance to redeem herself, the newly made apprentice yelped and stumbled back all on her own - as if frightened even by the sound of her own denmate's voice.
Roachpaw's lip curled back, as if something repugnant had just rubbed itself across his nose. Pathetic!
"How can you call yourself a NightClan cat? You really are a mouse, aren't you? Just weak and scared and meant to be hunted."
She reminded him so much of Spiderbite. Was this what his brother had been like, when he and Mothlight had been apprentices? You've probably always been a quivering little weakling, Spiderbite. It hurt too much to think otherwise. To think that maybe, just maybe, Blackstag was to blame for Spiderbite's spinelessness. Coming back to his senses, Roachpaw shook his head in disgust at the new apprentice.
At twelve moons, he was almost ready to become a warrior, and the difference in skill between himself and her felt as wide as the valley itself.
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Post by Fae Magic on May 14, 2020 20:35:12 GMT -5
Roachpaw, of course it just had to be Roachpaw. The most unloved and unfriendly character there was in Mousepaw's opinion. She had seen a lot of nasty cats in Nightclan; Blackstag being one of them. But within her own apprentice den this tom was a nightmare to deal with. She didn't like him because he picked on everyone and anyone he could. Cricketpaw and Mousepaw being two of his favorite victims to bully she'd come to find out when she became friends with Cricketpaw. It sucked sharing space with him. Most time she could ignore others but Roachpaw was not someone who liked being ignored she just knew that from experience. But still knowing what type of cat he was didn't make his words sting any less. But, his words did not just hurt her feelings but it made her have emotions she was not used to. Anger, spite, and uncanny feeling of needing to speak up for herself. She attested that to the bits of encouragement from Cricketpaw, Breezepaw and her cool and collected mentor Starlingcry. Once she gathered her composure from her fright she registered his words and found herself feeling almost ashamed by what she had done until she realized there was no need for it. He was just bullying her and she wouldn't get anywhere if she let others bully her. After all what was that pep talk she was giving herself all about anyways right? She needed to say something instead of giving in to her inner voice telling her if she kept her mouth shut she would be safe and not hurt.
"So what if I was talking to myself huh?" she countered back feeling a bit foolish for how her voice sounded a bit too uncertain despite her statement that was supposed to make her feel braver.
His reaction and his words of discouragement and hate was something she was well accustomed too but it still hurt and more then anything it made her mad. Mad to the point that she would not hold her tongue and she found words starting to spill from her maw like water from a dam that broke. She didn't know what came over her but she found herself standing up a bit taller and her meek demeanor changed from being scared and uncertain to bold and angry as she faced him down and glared with anger and fire in her gaze.
"So what huh? So what if I'm not like the usual Nightclanners? Look around you Roachpaw, this clan isn't filled with the hateful cats it once was. Cats are born the way they are but can be munipulated and changed by heiarchy and rules but that doesn't define a cat! So what if I'm called a mouse? At least I'm not a roach like you. You go around bullying cats thinking your so tough and that you're superior then them when you're not! You worked hard for where you are going I'll admit that, you got big ambitioun. But no one is perfect! I'm not perfect and yes neither are you. I would admire you if you were such a rat! Sometimes cats like me are meant to come into this world as a lesson to others; not to get bullied by cats like you!" she glared at him and didn't even realize she was walking towards him until her neck started hurting from where she was craning her head to look up at him nearly nose to nose with him.
"Get over yourself Roachpaw and bully someone your own size for once! You're a strong apprentice and would make any mentor proud when it comes to your skills. But you're personality is lacking in every department. I may have grown up in a world and in a family who didn't accept me because I didn't fit the rules. But rules are just that, made up so that cats like us will act a certain way. I am tired of being bullied and feeling ashamed of who I am. No one deserves the life I had. I don't know about you but I'm tired of this clan judging cats because they are born different. Still doesn't make them any less important. You don't have to be mean or cruel to be something in this world; something you don't seem to understand. I have friends Roachpaw. I came to find out this clan isn't as bad as I thought it was because of my parents view of me. I am tired of feeling alone and ashamed for my existence because of how my parents unknowingly taught me to act because I'm different."
She paused in her speech a moment to stare at his face before she took a step back and raised her head proudly but no longer held the glare or the defense. Just a strong look of determination and resolve as she spoke again.
"Sorry to burst your bubble Roachpaw. But I won't stand to being talked down on no matter who I am, what my name maybe, and where I come from. I have cats who love me for me and support me. I got people who got my back. I got friends who want nothing more then to take care of me and a mentor who although doesn't say much and doesn't often show emotion I know cares for me too and wants nothing but the best for me. At one point I even wanted to be your friend too until I realized what kind of a cat you really are. But, I can't judge too bad can I? You were born in a different life then I with different views with the parents you were raised with. I don't know your history or your family so I don't know why you act the way you do. But just know this Roachpaw. I refuse to stand here and be treated like I'm a lesser cat in this clan just because of my family's mistreatment of me. So in a way I guess I should say thank you for allowing me to finally get mad enough to say something. Because if you didn't bully me I wouldn't have become a stronger cat knowing I got people behind me waiting to back me up." she gave him a firm nod before clearing her throat and looking over at the frog he had dropped.
"Wanna show me how to hunt frogs? I never got the hang of them. They are too slimy and jumpy for me to catch." she asked.
The thing was about Mousepaw, sh'ed give others a chance if they let her. She didn't like Roachpaw but she refused to stoop to his level and decided to be civil for once because like she said. She maybe considered weak but physical strength didn't mean anything she didn't know his story well enough to judge him on why he bullies others as long as he knew she would stand for it anymore. She was gonna grow up. For her sake and for the effort her friends and mentor put into her to get her on her feet and be the cat she's meant to be instead of living in the shadows in fear.
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Post by Fawn on May 15, 2020 12:17:17 GMT -5
The kid has got a dark side Push too far you'll see 'Sometimes cats like me are meant to come into this world as a lesson to others; not to get bullied by cats like you!'
Roachpaw openly snorted, watching with some mild surprise as this little puffball of a kit actually marched up to him, her fur fluffed, trying her best to look him in the eyes as she told him off. But Roachpaw tuned out. They were words. They were just words. "Say whatever you want, Mousekit," he retorted, rolling the frog carcass around with an idle paw. "You are lesser until you prove otherwise. Nobody's born important or valuable. You have to fight for it. You have to earn it. Thinking you can just fluff up your fur and shout at your problems until they go away is the mentality of a kit!"
Did she really think any of this would work? Her sharp tongue was something, but it wasn't much of a weapon. Not really. Not in a world where the strong ate the weak, or the weak simply found little corners to die in while the strong continued to thrive. "Are you dumb or something? I'm not teaching you how to catch frogs. I'm not your mentor, and if you want to learn so badly, then figure it out yourself."
He was going to get his warrior name. He was going to rise to the top, no matter what it took. She put too much faith in her so-called friends. Friend could lift you up, he supposed, but not for long. Not forever. If you had to borrow the strength of others in order to stand on your own four paws, then you weren't strong at all.
Roachpaw knew what true strength was. It wasn't in Mousepaw's little diatribe, or in her eyes when she asked him to teach her how to hunt frogs. She deserved some credit for not buckling like a leaf in a rainstorm, but that was all.
A spine was the bare minimum of any NightClan cat.
The dark brown tom picked up his prey, turning his back to Mousepaw with a lingering sidelong glance of disgust. Maybe someday she'd prove she was worth something. Maybe.
But she wasn't his concern. He had to keep training. Keep hunting. Keep providing for the Clan.
It wouldn't be long now... Roachpaw OOC: this doesn't have to be a long thread! Roachpaw's leaving LOL. |
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Post by Fae Magic on May 25, 2020 20:53:35 GMT -5
He was unreasonable, rude, and had no sense of brains. At least that's what Mousepaw thought of this snarky tom anyways. How dare he say all those things as if he was higher then her? Even if he was older by a few moons, even if he had more training then her gave him no right to treat her as if she was dirt. He made her mad. Madder then she had ever experienced before. He thought he was so entitled because he had more training and because he was older then her? Two could play silly mind games. She was tired of cats like him going around treating her life and her existence as if she meant nothing. Her lip curled and eyes flashing mad she felt her claws sink into the ground as she saw dang near red around the edges of her vision. She did not know why he of all cats brought this side of her out and her inner mouse wanted to back down and go cry in a corner or mentally beg whoever was controlling her mind and mouth right now to stop and let her return to being the pathetic little mousey she-cat people saw her as. But the devil's side of her on her shoulder shouted louder then her weaker side and it was roaring mad.
"You listen Roach and you listen good. I don't care what you think and I don't need your opinion to make myself feel validated or worth something. Value doesn't come from experience you oaf. You being bigger, have more training, and older then me means nothing except your closer to getting your warrior name. That's it and that's all there is to it." she snarled at him.
"You're the reason this clan is the laughing stock of all the clans." she spat at him.
she was so tempted to just swipe out her paw and hook her claws around the frog that was in front of him and fling it at the snarky tom's face but he picked it up before she could act on her desires. Instead though as he turned to leave her alone she scooped up a paw full of mud and flung it at him. If he wasn't going to like her or give her a chance then she will gladly give him a taste of his own medicine. If he was going to bully her then she will match him blow for blow and word for word if that's how he wanted to play. She refused to back down to this punk. |
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 2, 2020 17:59:18 GMT -5
 I'm a legend I'm a lethal overdose
I'm a subject of a nightmare I'm a ghost cobrastrike nightclan she-cat 45 moons A frog hung from her jaws, her teeth solidly clamped upon the body of the creature to avoid any portion of it dragging on the ground beneath her. Frogs were strange creatures, with deceptively long limbs; if you deigned to hold them by a foot, their inexplicably extending legs made it so you were always somehow dragging something. She'd made the mistake before, even going as far as to trip on the infernal things. Not anymore, not with this many moons beneath her paws. Sharp yellow eyes peered toward a pair of apprentices, one of which she noticed to be her own.
With an irritated flick of her ear, the dark coated she-cat figured she should probably find something for the young tom to do. Otherwise, he'd go off and do something stupid. Probably make a fool of both himself and her. And Cobrastrike did not take kindly to being made a fool of, especially not by some sniveling apprentice. Flicking her tail and resolving to return once she'd deposited the frog, Cobrastrike continued into the NightClan camp. So much for a free evening. She sneered to herself, her displeasure pricking the fur along her back as she stalked toward the fresh kill pile.
A dark tail tip continued to dance, much akin to her namesake in its twisting. Her mind was preoccupied, shoulders tense and desperate to do something. Anything. Oh how she would love to go out and train on her own. Burn some of the ceaseless energy coursing through her veins. She wanted to tear something to pieces, and it took a surprising amount of self control to keep that murderous glint out of her eyes. Carelessly depositing the frog on top of the rest of the Clan's prey, she resigned herself to dealing with Roachpaw once more.
She'd just stepped out into the open, muzzle turning in the direction of the two apprentices she'd seen previously, when something wet splashed over her head and chest. Dark ear flattened to her skull as she jerked her head up. It took a moment for the warrioress to figure out what had just happened, but when her piercing yellow gaze opened after the surprising turn of events, oh she figured it out. Mud dripped from her cheek and muzzle, it seeped into her chest fur. But most importantly, it dripped from the paw of Mousepaw.
Lips pulled back to reveal thorn-sharp fangs, a snarl with a ferocity that rivaled a thunderstorm tearing from her chest and throat. Stepping forward once and lowering her head so it leveled with her shoulders, the NightClan she-cat snarled in a stilted and poison-dripping voice. "Someone. Had better have. An excellent reason. For this."
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Post by Fawn on Aug 18, 2020 9:06:19 GMT -5
The kid has got a dark side Push too far you'll see Mousepaw looked like she'd start shaking with rage any second, declaring that she didn't care about his opinion, that he was wrong. Roachpaw narrowed his eyes above the dead frog in his jaws. Oh yeah? If I'm so wrong, then why are you so angry? The freshkill spared her his biting retort, but Mousepaw didn't need his words to escalate the argument further.
"You're the reason this clan is the laughing stock of all the clans."
Roachpaw stopped in his tracks, his claws gripping the slop-like mud cooling around the spaces between his paw-pads. The frog dropped, the creature's blood on his tongue from where his clenched teeth had scraped it. Fury turned copper eyes even darker, and he glared at Mousepaw as if a single look could wither her to dust. "Me? you. Weak, sniveling little cowards like you and Spiderbite--"
Rage and adrenaline were littermates, and it was for that reason alone that Roachpaw avoided a face full of mud. He ducked, hitting his belly to the ground before reorienting himself with a growl. I'm gonna rip you into nest material, you little brat. And then the scent hit him.
It wasn't that of a predator, but with the way his anger instantly cooled and he whipped his head around to the source of the voice, it might as well have been. Cobrastrike stalked out of the woods like an avenging spirit, and Roachpaw gulped, seeing the mud drip from the formidable she-cat's ears. "It was Mousepaw." He blurted instantly, not about to get into trouble because of something she'd done.
As if Cobrastrike won't punish me too. Was it even worth trying to talk his way out of it? Roachpaw pictured his brother, groveling, before the mighty form of Blackstag, and the wave of revulsion steeled his spine. No, if Cobrastrike saw fit to punish him too, he would hate it but he would take it. Pain made him stronger. Her ferocity sharpened him into something formidable, too. That's what a mentor did. Roachpaw drew a deep breath, forgetting Mousepaw in the face of someone he respected and feared in equal measure. Roachpaw |
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Post by Fae Magic on Sept 5, 2020 14:15:48 GMT -5
She hated him she hated him so freaking much! Why did he have to have such a big head and a loud mouth? Why did nearly everyone in this clan have to be cruel? This wasn't the ages of primal rage and hostility were it was fight for the death one for one. They were a clan..why should they fight against each other and hate each other because they didn't see eye to eye or they didn't have the personality to match someone else's? Why must they have to be outcast as something weak just because they were different? Mousepaw didn't want to fight Roachpaw but he certainly knew how to poke at her buttons. She wanted to say some more words against him and hurt his feelings just as much as his words hurt her but his reaction with flinging the mud at her was actually rather childish... She managed to dodge the sling of mud; her mouth opening to say a few words towards him.
"We are a clan for crying out loud and yet cats like you want to act all high and mighty just because-" she got interrupted when Roachpaw's face changed and her became more alert.
"It was Mousepaw." what was her? What was he talking about?! Her attention turned quickly behind her to where the older apprentice was staring rather sheepish at first and she came face to face with Cobrastrike who had mud dripping off her ears and face. At first reaction Mousepaw wanted to laugh. She wanted to laugh at how ridiculous this whole situation was. But she knew that would just dig her grave even further so instead she gulped and lowered her head and ears backing up a few steps.
"I-I didn't do it Cobrastrike I swear! R-Roachpaw and I were just having a disagreement..." she mumbled not looking at the other she-cat.
She didn't want to get in trouble for something that she didn't even do. But she wondered how long the older she-cat had been in the bushes watching. How much had she heard? Mousepaw wanted to ask her but was afraid of the answer. Had she seen how unruly Mousepaw had gotten when she was known for being a rather meek figure? It was one thing to be able to stand up for herself but she had to be smarter with who she picked fights with and how to handle said fights...It wasn't like her to act the way she did but should she apologize? Clenching her teeth together briefly she stared at the ground hard not wanting to look at the others as she spoke.
"I'm sorry Cobrastrike...I-I don't know how much of our arguement you heard...but I'm not going to apologize to him..I meant what I said...I-It's not right...and it's not fair to treat others who are meant to be your ally so mean just because they don't see eye to eye or because they are different. I don't know what type of life Roachpaw lived to get him to act this way but I'm not saying sorry to him because I meant every word....I will not say sorry for what I believe and fight for." she dared raise her head to look at the older warrior looking rather serious as she said it.
"I came out here wanting to socialize and get to know Roachpaw and he was hostile towards me...things just got out of hand. I should have handled it better though when the insults began. I lost my temper and for that I'm sorry even if I'm not sorry for my words." she gave a glare towards Roachpaw "That is being a better warrior by admitting when you are wrong and own up to your own mistakes...that doesn't make me weak." she spat softly at him before turning her attention to the warrior and raised her chin proudly even if her chin quivered just the slightest bit. She was not going to cry...she was better then this. She admitted her mistakes and she told the truth...she'd accept her punishment though if it was Cobrastrike's will to give it to her...she didn't like pain but...she'd have to learn eventually if she was going to become a warrior.
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