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Post by KARAZHAL on May 14, 2020 14:25:54 GMT -5
 Clouds covered the sky like a great carpet of moss sprawled across a riverbed. From the dawn patrol, it'd been overcast, and while Moosejaw couldn't smell rain in the air, his whiskers sensed that these clouds would be here to stay for the day. This would be a good day to train his apprentice on the different means of fishing. Without the sun to cast a glare on the water, the two of them would be able to see prey easier. He hoped to return to RainClan with five bass at least. Moosejaw wondered if he was doing something wrong when it came to his apprentice. She was high maintenance to stay the least, and where most apprentices cared about their future in the Clan, Stormpaw only wanted to do what she wanted to do. How could he make her see that selfishness would be her downfall one day? He could respect an independent, bold youngster, but there needed to be balance with devotion to the Clan as well. A RainClan cat who didn't contribute to the Clan's wellbeing could not be considered a RainClan cat at all. They were no better than a rogue, pillaging and sleeping as they pleased. Heaving a rumbly sigh, Moosejaw thundered in the direction of the apprentice's den. He crunched across some fallen reeds and poked his head in. "Stormpaw?" he grunted. His eyes narrowed as he looked around and didn't see her. Another apprentice ducked their head nervously. "She's... not here. Maybe she's with Troutpaw?" they suggested, shifting in place uneasily at the lie. Moosejaw blew air loudly through his nostrils. "I told her to wait for me here," he grumbled, turning around to face camp and attempt to locate his wayward apprentice. Glancing over his shoulder, he said, "If you see Stormpaw, tell her I'm waiting for her at the sandbar." With that, he strode out, high-stepping over the bent cattails. He had informed Stormpaw last night about his intentions to take her hunting with other warriors and their apprentices. Hoping that she was simply being proactive, Moosejaw wandered across the stream to find his brother or Waterstep. He bugled Elkheart's name and waited, ears perked, for his brother's reply. However, when he glimpsed Waterstep in camp, his eyes went bright and he trotted over to her with his tail puffed up and held high. "My ladies, if I'm not interrupting," he rumbled, his chin tucking into his fluffy white bib. He gave Rosepaw a warm smile first and let his eyes rove from the apprentice to the mentor, taking in her paws all the way up to her beautiful face. "Have either of you seen Stormpaw this morning? Hard to do fishing training if my own apprentice doesn't take it seriously enough to be present for it."
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finally -- a group fishing/hunting thread for moosejaw, waterstep, and elkheart and their apprentices. i believe rosepaw doesn't need any more threads (?) so she can be a cute spectator lol. tagging Ghost the Undead Goddess for storm + rose, Abyss for water, Katara for elk, and Ginger for sable. since we have five to six cats here, this thread might get a little bit complicated. maybe our post order should be mentors > apprentices > mentors again? or maybe post order can be dependent on actions of the previous post? (like if moosejaw wasn't spoken to or wouldn't interrupt a fish-catch, i wouldn't have to post and simply let the apprentices continue hunting) moose. |
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Post by Abyss on May 14, 2020 20:35:27 GMT -5
Waterstep Rainclan Warrioress “Do not move another paw.”
A calm but authoritative voice fell from black and white jaws, a pair of stern brilliant blue eyes narrowing in on the target of the demand. Despite the ginger and white tabby’s attempt at slinking at the edge of camp in the reeds, she hardly had the stealth to pull off such a task. The amount of times that the young she-cat had hid behind her father or claimed that she was going out with someone else just to avoid training was countless. Sure, there were a few things that the sensitive Rosepaw was good at. Unfortunately for her, hiding from her ever watchful mentor was not one of them.
“But I-”
“You can not continuously hide from me. Regardless of your dislike for training, you are an Apprentice. You must train before you can be given your full name, Warrior or otherwise.” At her last words, the uniquely-colored calico flicked her tail once, a warning that the Apprentice was not to speak back. This trick worked for the most part, for she had sort of trained the idea into the young Apprentice’s mind. Or at least attempted too. Of course, there were times when Rosepaw would continue to talk back, though this always brought forth a harsher voice and more consequences.
"My ladies, if I'm not interrupting." A deep and sauve voice, though she hardly noticed the final part, filled ginger and black ears, as did the somewhat heavy pawsteps of the approaching Warrior. Sight wasn’t required to know the source of this voice or the sound of those steps: Moosejaw.
Turning her head slightly, Waterstep found the large brown tom coming to a stop a tail-length away, first briefly offering a smile to the Apprentice, and then openly allowing his eyes to wander the Warrioress’ body. This brought forth a glare, but she pushed this gesture aside, instead focusing on the question he inquired after.
"Have either of you seen Stormpaw this morning? Hard to do fishing training if my own apprentice doesn't take it seriously enough to be present for it."
An Apprentice not taking their training seriously or avoiding it? That sounded awfully familiar. The calico she-cat had plenty of experience with such a student. The temptation to side-eye the she-cat at her side grew each second, but she decided against it, for it wasn’t a secret that her Apprentice did this and that it was heavily disapproved of. The water-loving Warrioress had made this clear many times in the past, it did not need demonstrated again.
Setting aside these thoughts as well, she considered the time she had been in camp, attempting to recall if she had seen the she-cat in question. Upon doing so, she did believe she had caught sight of the young Apprentice, or more so the tail of such, leaving camp not too long previous. She had been under the assumption that Stormpaw had gone out to meet her mentor, or perhaps some other Apprentices, though she was unsure.
“I believe I glimpsed her parting from camp, though I cannot confirm. Perhaps you could seek her scent trail and follow?” An inquisitive ear flick brought the she-cat’s gaze to meet his own, momentarily glancing to the side to ensure that her own student was still present and was not attempting another escape. That thought was clearly written across Rosepaw’s face, but she spotted the glance before she had the chance to do so. At least she is learning in that regard. |
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Post by Katara on Jun 8, 2020 21:08:08 GMT -5
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HEART AND THE HEART IS HARD TO TRANSLATE E lkheart gazed at the sky above them, and at the foggy outline of the sun behind the clouds. Had he gotten the time right? They said to meet here when the sun was at this point, so where on earth where they? He was beginning to feel awkward standing in silence with his apprentice, not far from camp, but far enough that they'd be able to easily hear a pair of mentors and apprentices approaching the area. " I'm beginning to think we could start without them," he meowed dryly to Sablepaw, then pricked his ears as he heard the sound of his name, unmistakably from Moosejaw's mouth. He didn't sound too far away, which meant he was probably still in camp, maybe tracking down his apprentice. From what he'd been told, Stormpaw wasn't the most reliable she-cat to expect to be on time for training. He considered asking Sablepaw if he'd seen her, but cast off the thought almost immediately. He didn't want to give Sablepaw the impression he didn't think his brother was capable of reigning in his own apprentice... He opened his jaws, ready to call back to Moosejaw, and paused for a second. " You might want to cover your ears," he advised his apprentice. Both he and Moosejaw were known for their loud bugling to try and find each other, but if any cat were right next to them when they did it, they usually received complaints. At least he was warning his apprentice this time. With that, he caterwauled Moosejaw's name, and swished his thick tail in satisfaction. It was a good thing they weren't going after land prey today, because they'd all be scared off from here to camp at least. No, fishing was their lesson today, a skill every RainClan cat was expected to master before they became a warrior. Or, at least become competent at. " Shouldn't be long now," he said, sitting down again and wrapping his bushy tail around his paws, instead of pacing restlessly like he wanted to. He often had to watch his habits around his apprentices, anxious he might come off as a bit too intense if he wasn't careful. But he was afraid he might overcompensate, because he'd attained a reputation of aloofness instead. What can you do? he grumbled inwardly.
TAGGED: Ghost the Undead Goddess, Abyss, KARAZHAL, Ginger
NOTES: sorry this took so long! I'll be quicker next time, I promise. IT HAS A LANGUAGE OF ITS OWN. |
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Post by Ginger on Jun 8, 2020 23:24:41 GMT -5
Sablepaw had not been excited when his mentor had brought up training with Stormpaw and Rosepaw. His sister was a royal pain who got everything she wanted, and Stormpaw sounded like an entitled brat. Sablepaw wanted nothing to do with those two she-cats. He wanted to become a warrior without the scrutinizing gaze of his sister, without the backhanded and cruel "compliments" from Stormpaw.
Reign it in, Sablepaw.
If there was anything that Sablepaw had become good at, it was punctuality. The moment that Elkheart had poked his head in the apprentice's den, Sablepaw was already awake and groomed, ready to start the day.
He did not expect, however, to just end up sitting and waiting with Elkheart for the two other pairs to show up. How disrespectful. What a waste of time.
"You might want to cover your ears."
Oh dear. Not another "bugle." Sablepaw lay down and pressed his paws over both ears. Even with all the preparation, the sound still perforated through his ears. How could one cat be so loud?
"That better have worked," he grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his left ear with his paw. He was ready to hunt.
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jul 8, 2020 4:26:10 GMT -5
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StormpawI'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
☁ — Ears flattened against the head of the long coated molly as she made her way through the young reeds growing after the frost of Leafbare had killed them off. An indignant growl rose within the chest of the silvery tabby as she heard the ridiculous sounds echoing through Rainclan's nearly open territory, almost certain that those obnoxiously loud bugles came from her badger-brained mentor and his bumbling brother. How they were considered warriors was beyond the foul tempered she-cat as her plume tail lashed in irritation behind her.
And to think, she had previously been in a good mood before that happened.
Chunky, wet paws led the silky apprentice forwards as her striped markings blended her into her surroundings as a rather delightful sized water vole hung from her jaws. A multitude of emotions flickered throughout the stormy blue pools upon her face, ever reflecting her temperament that shifted and rumbled only too much like her namesake. She was unpredictable and volatile for her young nine moons, and no cat seemed to be free of her scathing tongue and sharp bite as she waded through Rainclan like a fluffy storm cloud with lightning waiting to strike at each turn of her mood.
It didn't take Stormpaw long to figure out where each cat was gathered, though she stumbled upon Elkheart and his weakling apprentice before her own mentor, wherever Moosejaw was trampling about. The scowl upon the youngster's face was obvious of her emotional state as she freed herself from the reeds while her tail trailed about behind her on the soft, pebbly ground. Flickering a tufted ear, the silver colored molly dropped the white coated prey within her jaws as her growl became auditory within her jaws. "I'm glad I caught something before you two went off like a pair of insufferable fish-brains." Her tone was sharp and rude, lacking the proper respect any apprentice should show to seasoned warriors.
Or rather, any warriors in general though Stormpaw could hardly care who she bothered or ruffled the fur of.
Those stormy pools quickly shifted to Sablepaw as the young tom wriggled next to his mentor. He was only three years older than she was, though his runty size made him seem smaller than her fluffy stature. She had heard he had almost drown during the flood in which she was born, the storm that wrecked the clan and became her namesake if not her personality. "Better catch up runt, or i'll be a warrior before you." The sharpness of her cutting snarl didn't lessen upon her fellow apprentice, nor would it ever be towards another cat unless it was her mother. Even Troutpaw didn't get a free pass, and he was her brother.
The annoyance within her whole form was obvious, as Stormpaw was tired of having to be dragged along to training sessions, especially ones that involved other cats or apprentices that she would honestly rather be without. She did better on her own, free from the eyes and pesterings of other cats that cramped her abilities and delights. Not to mention the irritation of having a mentor like Moosejaw attempt to swat respect into her, which only made her act out and disobey his commands even more.
When would the warriors ever learn.
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Post by KARAZHAL on Jul 14, 2020 11:47:23 GMT -5
The brutish brown cat heaved a sigh. His tail-tip lashed, for it was not the first time Stormpaw was disobedient. Moosejaw was annoyed with her attitude. Still, he hadn't yet complained to Silverstar. He didn't think the leader needed to know that he wasn't wrangling his apprentice well and couldn't make her listen. As she was a she-cat, he hadn't wanted to wrestle her into the ground with a show of force. Using corporal punishment on a lady seemed unthinkable. However, as Waterstep informed him that she'd seen Stormpaw leave camp, Moosejaw was considering pinning Stormpaw to the earth.
"I see......," the huge tom replied, clearly trying to keep his temper from spilling into his words, so that he didn't lash out unwarranted at Waterstep just because his apprentice wasn't obedient. "Maybe Elkheart spotted her on the way. My..." His teeth ground together. "...apologies for the inconvenience on all this." His deep voice dropped in volume, and as his ears bent back and he stomped off across the streambed, one could tell that his pride was strained. They were supposed to be teaching fishing together, and Moosejaw was made the fool while the two other warriors were ready and waiting. Unusually for the tom, he did not pause to escort Waterstep and Rosepaw across the bed but rather left the two she-cats behind while he made his way toward Elkheart without his own apprentice beside him. He triangulated on the not-so-distant bugle and galloped through the grass at top speed. He skidded past Sablepaw with his fur on end. Arching, Moosejaw stopped in front of Elkheart, panting gustily through his nostrils. "Waterstep and Rosepaw are coming," he told him. His dark eyes slowly shifted to the she-cat with a water vole already between her paws. His fur flattened when he saw Stormpaw with his brother. Having not heard her snarky comments to Elkheart and Sablepaw, Moosejaw was just relieved she was actually here. He knew he should have been proud for her hunting prowess, but he needed to impress on her that it was important she learned to follow orders. "Stormpaw. I appreciate your initiative in providing for the Clan, but when you're told to meet up for lessons, that doesn't mean you should rush ahead and get it over with. If Silverstar is organizing a battle patrol and calls his warriors for a meeting, but you ignore the meeting point and rush ahead to show off your abilities, you could get yourself killed or worse--endanger the Clan with reckless retribution." Moosejaw sighed as he tilted his head. "Thank you for being here, at least. Since you've already caught something, you'll teach Sablepaw and Rosepaw how you did it." Was Stormpaw's problem that she craved attention? Maybe if she was made to feel important and valued, she would want to act like she was part of the Clan.
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Post by Abyss on Jul 16, 2020 11:17:04 GMT -5
Waterstep Rainclan Warrioress There was a slight shift in the aura that surrounded the large fluffy tom, a strange turn that wasn’t often seen within him. His typically playful eyes parted from the calico’s form and his facial expression changed, though it seemed he was attempting to keep this hidden, almost as though he had thoughts bogging him down. She found a minute curiosity grow from this change in the tom’s persona, but she did not intend to question or pry into this feeling.
His voice was quiet when he spoke once more, an apology falling from those jaws for the problematic situation his troublesome Apprentice had caused for the group. It wasn’t much of a surprise that Moosejaw’s disobedient Apprentice had gone off to do what she pleased, for Waterstep often heard of Stormpaw doing such things.
No respect for her mentor or for her clan, no decency to do as she was told, and a complete disregard for the fact that she was practically just a pawn in the eyes of the clan. An insignificant burden on her clanmates. An extra mouth to feed. Sure, Stormpaw was old enough to hunt prey and could probably do the same tasks as a Warrior. But none of her skills, none of her effort, nothing she did, was worth anything if she knew nothing of respect or responsibility. In the calico’s eyes, Stormpaw was merely a tarnish on the clan’s name. In truth, unless she truly put in the effort to change into a cat the clan could be proud of, similarly to Waspstrike (though this example was a stretch), she didn’t deserve a place within the clan. Rainclan was no place for a contemptuous stain.
Out of respect for Moosejaw, the elegant femme didn’t say any of these thoughts out loud, though she had a desire to. He already seemed troubled as it was. He didn’t need her degrading thoughts of his student on his mind as well.
As the tom walked away without another word, the Warrioress rose from her position, looking to her own Apprentice. “Follow, else you will be forced to hunt for all of the Elders and change their bedding.” Striking a glare in the ginger and white she-cat’s direction, vibrant blue eyes turned once more to follow after the departing form of Moosejaw.
As she and, hopefully, her own Apprentice, caught up to the group, that bright gaze found the forms of Moosejaw, Elkheart, Sablepaw, and Stormpaw all ahead. It seemed they had found the kit they were seeking. Good. With her approach, the calico did not speak, she merely nodded a brief greeting to Elkheart and his Apprentice. She waited patiently for the training to begin, and found the normally fliracious tom talking the initiative. A smirk formed across her jaws as the large Warrior scolded the young she-cat and pushed her into the position of today’s teacher. Since she felt so obliged to hunt ahead of when she was supposed to, she could take on the job of training the others. Leave the anxious balls of fur to her. |
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Post by Katara on Jul 22, 2020 22:00:44 GMT -5
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HEART AND THE HEART IS HARD TO TRANSLATE E lkheart shot his apprentice a sheepish look as the tom rose after putting his paws over his ears. He knew his Clanmates weren't a fan of his and Moosejaw's bugling, but it had become a habit he wasn't quite willing to part with. No sooner had the senior warrior settled back onto his haunches that the reeds ahead rustled, and parted to show a familiar young cat stalking into view. It was Stormpaw, a water vole clenched in her jaws. Elkheart twitched an ear in greeting, not realizing the she-cat was in an awful sort of mood until she spoke. " I'm glad I caught something before you two went off like a pair of insufferable fish-brains." Surprise rippled through him before anything. He knew from what Moosejaw had told him that Stormpaw was a force of nature by herself, but he never expected her to be outright rude to a senior warrior. He supposed it made sense though; she had given no indication of respect to her mentor (who was also a senior warrior), so why would she treat his brother any differently? " I don't remember Moosejaw mentioning he sent you hunting before training today," he rumbled cooly. " We were under the impression it was you who had wandered off." He didn't miss the barbed words she sent toward Sablepaw, and shot her a glare. " That's enough, Stormpaw," he growled. He might've had more to say, but in that moment Moosejaw burst from the tall grass at the edge of the riverbank and skidded to a halt, fur bristling. Elkheart noticed his muscles seemed to relax just a little bit when he spotted Stormpaw with her vole, and the big tom sat back, knowing his brother would have some words for his wayward apprentice. Moosejaw probably hadn't overheard what she'd said to Elkheart and Sablepaw, and he wondered whether it was worth telling her off in front of everyone or not. No, I'll tell him later, he decided, though he didn't know that Moosejaw would be all that surprised to hear it. As Moosejaw finished, Waterstep and Rosepaw appeared. They must've caught the conversation before arriving, because Waterstep gazed at Stormpaw as if she were unimpressed. " Since you've already caught something, you'll teach Sablepaw and Rosepaw how you did it." Elkheart shot his brother a look, Great idea. For an apprentice that acted like she was better than everyone else, it would be a good way to prove herself. If she had real skill, there was no reason she couldn't help her denmates - and no way she could refuse either, when she had three warriors to keep her in line.
TAGGED: Ghost the Undead Goddess, Abyss, KARAZHAL, Ginger
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