Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Oct 15, 2020 20:20:40 GMT -5
Cobrashadow
Beware the Coiled Snake
You got your rules and your religion
All designed to keep you safe
But when rules start getting broken
You start questionin' your faith
Apprentices were nothing new to the temperamental tomcat with the crooked smirk that was permanently placed upon his maw. He'd always been a good warrior to place a youngster with due to his dedication at being an efficient member of Stoneclan. That didn't always mean that his apprentices enjoyed working beneath his fierce stare and sharp tone, just ask Birdstar who had once been the older tomcat's first apprentice back moons ago when both had been younger. Those moving from the nursery to their new den always worried whether or not they'd be placed with mean old Cobrashadow, and sometimes a few of them were just unlucky enough to grab the wrong mouse from the fresh-kill pile.
He was not a coddling mentor, nor was he gentle or kind during any of his sessions. But he was successful in aiding in the growth from apprentice to warrior status with all those young cats who had been handed off to him for their next six or so moons of training. Being a warrior was a hard life, being a warrior of Stoneclan was a duty and an honor, and Cobrashadow would make sure his wards knew just exactly that. They had to truly prove themselves to both him and their new, young leader if they wanted to ever even think about standing below the Rock Pile to earn their suffix and rank among their other clanmates. It wasn't an easy task by any means, but the spotted Begnal tomcat made sure it was even harder. The valley was a cruel reality, it was time for them to awaken from their soft kitten dreams and join the real world.
Wrenpaw was the newest addition to the lengthy list of names that had completed their training beneath Cobrashadow's green hues and haughty manner. She came from a long line of pure-blooded Stoneclanners, a pedigree of champions and royalty that proudly held their heads high. If he were being honest, the grumpy feline was rather proud to host such an elite she-cat as his new apprentice, and he'd much rather have a full Stoneclan molly rather than a filthy loner-born whelp like those who held Tumbleheart's bloodline. He wasn't pleased when Smokestar and Hawkstar let leniency reign and he wasn't going to be pleased with his younger brother, Birdstar, for doing it either. Stoneclan's purity was waning, and it was all because more and more outside blood had started to seep through the cracks of the boulders, once strong and impenetrable.
Cobrashadow hadn't missed the look of cold appraisal within the amber gaze of the molly's stiff mother, Shadepool only moments prior during the ceremony. Perhaps the black Bengal hoped that the foul tempered warrior could break her daughter's rebellious spirit, though that was hardly the first thing on his mind. While Wrenpaw's estemed family seemed like royalty and acted like princes and princesses, it didn't take a silver-moused she-cat to protect Stoneclan. It took a hard worn, seasoned warrior with ice in their veins and fire in their hearts. Viperstrike was a perfect example, as Cobrashadow's sister was just as temperamental and venomous as her namesake suggested, with not a single proper-esc bone within her black coated body.
"Come on." He was quick to rumble in that deep tone of his, chest practically vibrating with the base of his voice while emerald flames stared down at the black spotted she-cat. Cobrashadow didn't waste time to mingle once the ceremony was over and Birdstar's gray form leaped down to join with the warriors he now led. Leaf-fall was well on it's way and Leafbare was not far behind it, it would be best for his new apprentice to quickly learn how to crouch and hunt for the colder moons would need experienced paws to feed the clan.
Wide, flat paws that were unique to Stoneclanners, led the warrior and his new apprentice through the entrance of Stoneclan's open campsite and out into the stretching barrens beyond. While the golden and spotted tomcat knew that learning the territory was important, he'd rather spend a patrol teaching Wrenpaw such a thing rather than taking time out of the day to potentially learn something more important, like feeding herself and those among her. That didn't mean he couldn't multitask, per say. "Pay attention to where we walk, remember the path around you." He said in that same gruff tone while glancing over a shoulder to view the tomboy-esc she-cat behind him.
The barren scrublands were just up ahead, the sparse amounts of greenery nearly blending in with the rocks and boulders that dotted the dry looking earth. Similar to that of Lightningclan, Stoneclan had no shade form the sun and so during the heat of Greenleaf the ground below cracked and flaked. This was, however, a great spot to catch lizards and mice that fled from shrub to shrub though adders were known to creep among the shadows of crevices. "You are a smaller cat, quick and lithe." He stared, pausing for a moment as the younger feline came to his side while he eyed her. "You'll be good as chasing after quick prey and slipping your claws into fleeing mice."
He was not a coddling mentor, nor was he gentle or kind during any of his sessions. But he was successful in aiding in the growth from apprentice to warrior status with all those young cats who had been handed off to him for their next six or so moons of training. Being a warrior was a hard life, being a warrior of Stoneclan was a duty and an honor, and Cobrashadow would make sure his wards knew just exactly that. They had to truly prove themselves to both him and their new, young leader if they wanted to ever even think about standing below the Rock Pile to earn their suffix and rank among their other clanmates. It wasn't an easy task by any means, but the spotted Begnal tomcat made sure it was even harder. The valley was a cruel reality, it was time for them to awaken from their soft kitten dreams and join the real world.
Wrenpaw was the newest addition to the lengthy list of names that had completed their training beneath Cobrashadow's green hues and haughty manner. She came from a long line of pure-blooded Stoneclanners, a pedigree of champions and royalty that proudly held their heads high. If he were being honest, the grumpy feline was rather proud to host such an elite she-cat as his new apprentice, and he'd much rather have a full Stoneclan molly rather than a filthy loner-born whelp like those who held Tumbleheart's bloodline. He wasn't pleased when Smokestar and Hawkstar let leniency reign and he wasn't going to be pleased with his younger brother, Birdstar, for doing it either. Stoneclan's purity was waning, and it was all because more and more outside blood had started to seep through the cracks of the boulders, once strong and impenetrable.
Cobrashadow hadn't missed the look of cold appraisal within the amber gaze of the molly's stiff mother, Shadepool only moments prior during the ceremony. Perhaps the black Bengal hoped that the foul tempered warrior could break her daughter's rebellious spirit, though that was hardly the first thing on his mind. While Wrenpaw's estemed family seemed like royalty and acted like princes and princesses, it didn't take a silver-moused she-cat to protect Stoneclan. It took a hard worn, seasoned warrior with ice in their veins and fire in their hearts. Viperstrike was a perfect example, as Cobrashadow's sister was just as temperamental and venomous as her namesake suggested, with not a single proper-esc bone within her black coated body.
"Come on." He was quick to rumble in that deep tone of his, chest practically vibrating with the base of his voice while emerald flames stared down at the black spotted she-cat. Cobrashadow didn't waste time to mingle once the ceremony was over and Birdstar's gray form leaped down to join with the warriors he now led. Leaf-fall was well on it's way and Leafbare was not far behind it, it would be best for his new apprentice to quickly learn how to crouch and hunt for the colder moons would need experienced paws to feed the clan.
Wide, flat paws that were unique to Stoneclanners, led the warrior and his new apprentice through the entrance of Stoneclan's open campsite and out into the stretching barrens beyond. While the golden and spotted tomcat knew that learning the territory was important, he'd rather spend a patrol teaching Wrenpaw such a thing rather than taking time out of the day to potentially learn something more important, like feeding herself and those among her. That didn't mean he couldn't multitask, per say. "Pay attention to where we walk, remember the path around you." He said in that same gruff tone while glancing over a shoulder to view the tomboy-esc she-cat behind him.
The barren scrublands were just up ahead, the sparse amounts of greenery nearly blending in with the rocks and boulders that dotted the dry looking earth. Similar to that of Lightningclan, Stoneclan had no shade form the sun and so during the heat of Greenleaf the ground below cracked and flaked. This was, however, a great spot to catch lizards and mice that fled from shrub to shrub though adders were known to creep among the shadows of crevices. "You are a smaller cat, quick and lithe." He stared, pausing for a moment as the younger feline came to his side while he eyed her. "You'll be good as chasing after quick prey and slipping your claws into fleeing mice."
I have a voice that is my savior
Hates to love and loves to hate
I have a voice that has the knowledge
