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Leaf-Fall 4, year 8: Dark gray clouds slowly settle in during the morning, a light rain falling later in the day.

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[attr="class","noble"]The thunderous roars of approval from the crowd of LightningClan cats mirrored the ferocity and near-supernatural beauty of the storm for which the Clan was named. Noblepaw felt as though the voices of her clanmates lifted her into the sky, and though the vastness of space above her was obscured with spatterings of miserable grey clouds, it was no less alluring. Dizzied with the chants of her new name, she basked in her small moment of glory with a warm glow growing in her heart. As the cheers died away, Cloudthroat regarded her with interested eyes. “We start with the territory. First, you will learn what your home is, then you will learn how to make it your hunting grounds. Lastly, you will learn how to defend yourself and guard what's yours.” She gave a dip of her head, green eyes keen to begin. The mere prospect of seeing what lay beyond the little dip in the ground where she had been born was adventure enough for one day. A throng of cats swelled around her, meows of congratulations and tails brushing against her side.

She followed Cloudthroat through the sea of cats, her ears slowly becoming deafened to the sounds of praise as her mind focused on what was next. Unable to see above the shoulders of the warriors that surrounded her, she was surprised to find that she and her mentor were by the entrance to the camp. “Come,” He rumbled, his great face resembling that of an owl, his expression that of a tom that had seen enough seasons pass to know what lay ahead. “We have much ground to cover.”

As mentor and apprentice both emerged from the camp, one for the first time, a very light rain drizzled down. It was more like a soft mist than rain, bringing welcome moisture to the air. Noblepaw's gaze immediately sought out the view that lay before her, rolling, golden hills with sparse boulders, tall grass with hidden secrets to be unravelled. Her breath was snatched by the breeze, carried away with the tiny droplets that drifted on the air. [smear:FFDAA3]“It's... it goes on forever.”[/smear:ffffff] She meowed breathlessly, her white paws suddenly rooted to the ground beneath her. Could she ever walk that far? She had never seen so much open space in her life, and she desperately wanted to know each and every paw step of it so she could commit it to memory. She wanted to hold this picture in her thoughts forever.

There's a new direction that I'd like to choose

Noblepaw

Apprentice of LightningClan

WORDS: 417
TAGGED: @fawntastic
NOTES: Not the best starter, I know, but I tried. xD

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[Fawn]

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Cloudthroat

senior warrior of lightningclan

"Remember that feeling of smallness. Of vulnerability. It will keep you alive, it will keep you sharp." Cloudthroat stood a tail-length ahead, his gaze set on the rolling hillstrewn expanse of their territory. It had become as familiar to him as a littermate, even with the periodic changes wrought by time and season both, he felt a bone-deep recognition of home.

To look upon these lands with fresh eyes... It was an experience that could happen only once, but the weight of which could stretch through many moons after.

Cloudthroat did not intend to let her stare, however. To be a warrior was to know the ground they hunted, fought, and died on. "There are three things anyone leaving the safety of camp needs to be aware of. Where our boundaries lie, a safe place to retreat to, and...one more thing."

The warrior's pace increased. He did not hold sympathy for her short limbs and soft kitten body; just as her paw pads would toughen, so too would her mind. The atmosphere did not change heavily, the brown blanket of leaf-fall muting the valley's usual vibrancy. But as they stepped closer, the sound of trickling water could be plainly heard even by untrained ears.

"Water. This valley is deep and sprawls to the mountain peaks. Should you find yourself lost, and no scentmarkers around you, find the nearest source of running water." Cloudthroat bent down and lapped a few icy gulps of the crystal creek. "This creek connects to the river, as do most Clan water sources. As long as you know this basic instinct, you will always be able to orient yourself."

choose your bloody muses

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[attr="class","noble"][attr="class","noble-content"]Noblepaw made note of the scent of peat and heather that permeated the moorland before her. She nodded to Cloudthroat, finding herself fascinated by the knowledge of this territory and being a warrior, no, an adult cat, that she hoped would come to her in time. "Do you still feel small?" She asked him, finding it hard to believe that a senior warrior could still feel daunted by the world that stretched before him. It wasn't long, however, before they had to move on. Her ears flicked towards his voice, listening patiently as he listed everything she would need to remember at all times. Suddenly, he took off down the hillside. Rousing herself, Noblepaw struggled to match his impressive speed. 

By the time they began to slow once more, her paw pads burned and her legs roared with exertion. "Is all the running necessary?" She asked, but not in an insolent tone. Her eyes were genuine, questioning, wondering why her mentor was so determined to run at top speed to each location. Her ears perked at the sound of trickling water, something she had never seen before. As a kit in the LightningClan nursery, her only source of water had always been the dampened moss balls carried to her by her caretakers. This sound was new, and she wanted to know where it came from. Cloudthroat led her to the clear, serene creek which bubbled over stones and around the hillsides. She noted his advice in her mind, internalising it as a useful tip. However, she wondered if there would ever be cause for her to wander far from home.

Surely I'll only ever stay here, on the moorland. How lost could I get? She thought, bending her head to lap at the water. It was ice-cold on her tongue.

There's a new direction that I'd like to choose

Noblepaw

Apprentice of LightningClan

WORDS: 300
TAGGED: Fawn
NOTES: blah blah blah

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