Barketh
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Post by Barketh on Jun 16, 2009 17:32:22 GMT -5
[maroon] Dark brown fur stood out against the golden heather, and the tom trotted at a brisk pace, green eyes flickering as he moved along the moor. Where are you, Night? I know you're out there somewhere. He thought, narrowing his eyes as he picked up the rhythm of his paws until he was racing across the hillside. The wind flattened his fur, and his long tail streamed out behind him, a striped banner in the air. He might've looked magestic and quite attractive, but deep inside, his mind was whirling with horrible, vengeful thoughts. You won't last long in your cozy little home; where ever you are. Because when I find you, you'll regret ever being born into this family. His lips curled in a snarl as he slowed to a stop by the Riverclan border. Pricking his ears, he wondered vaguely if Night had joined the fish-eating cats.[/maroon]
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Post by | COMRADE | on Jun 16, 2009 18:35:29 GMT -5
OOC: Hope you don't mind me turning this into a training thread. x]
IC: Featherpaw bounded along behind her mentor, her eyes pricked and feather-blue eyes flashing around on all sides as she tried to take everything in at once. Thornstrike seemed to have something other than the training session on his mind at the moment, but that didn't bother her. It felt good to be out of camp, breathing in the delicious, fresh air and feeling the gentle breeze cool her fur. Her smaller size made it a bit difficult to keep pace with the muscular tom, but she did her best. The gray-brown and white she-cat scrambled up a steep hill as her mentor quickened his run, and her breath came out a harsh gasps. She knew she had to get used to this though. All apprentices learned the speed of warriors during training. As he slowed to halt, Featherpaw stifled her sigh of relief. Thank Starclan! She thought, trying to quiet her harsh, gasping breaths into quick pants. Her eyes fell upon the gorge, and the lands beyond where a narrow river flowed through. Her eyes widened in surprise. She would never want to live where her paws would get we everyday. She glanced down at her small, softly-dry white paws, fur flattened to the flesh and claws hardly visible. She hated the feeling; the taste; and the smell of wet fur. Her eyes widened with confusion and she glanced up at her mentor. "Thornstrike," she began, hoping she was interrupting any important courses of thought. "Do cats really live over there? How can they stand getting their paws wet?" She tried to keep the judgement out of her tone when she flicked her muzzle in the direction of the river. She noticed she didn't even need to. Thornstrike was already looking at it. Featherpaw curled her tail delicately over her paws, watching the terrifying, bubbling path of the river as it thrashed against the sides of a rocky shore, and the waves as she spat water up at the air. She shivered. How could any cat want to live there? She wondered, eyes narrowed with thought.
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Post by ginger on Jun 16, 2009 20:15:24 GMT -5
Lionpelt trudged stockily across the moor, purring with contempt as a small, gentle breeze brushed over him. The fragrance of rabbitbrush filled his nostrils, the long, dry grass tickling his nose. The morning air was still, except for the slight wind, but luckily sweat didn't form and clump his fur, unlike many days. The warrior noticed the two cats chatting, and decided to join the fray. Slowly he stalked them, his eyes pitch black, intnt and alert. Swiftly and silently he circled them. They'll never see me! popped inside of his head, and he grinned. Finally, like a cat does to a mouse,when he was close enough, he POUNCED! The tom landed right beside Featherpaw.
''Good day, you two," he addressed politely.
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Barketh
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Post by Barketh on Jun 16, 2009 21:43:48 GMT -5
[That's fine. ^^] [maroon]Flicking one ear at his apprentice, he rested his eyes on the bubbling stream for several more moments before turning his gaze towards Featherpaw. "Well, think about it. Cats who were born in Windclan are used to being around the open moors, so running without obstacles is easy for us." But I wasn't really born here... Brushing away the thought, he flicked his tail at Riverclan territory. "And Riverclan cats were born by the river, so they're used to the idea of going for a swim. Their pelts are sleek from moons of swimming, so every different clan has its strengths and weaknesses." He meowed, chancing a small smile as he looked back at the apprentice. Suddenly, he heard something. The faintest brush of fur sent his senses flaring, and he whirled around as Lionpelt landed beside Featherpaw, his pelt bristling as he let out a warning snarl. Unsheathing his claws as he prepared to protect the apprentice from the intruder, he suddenly recognized the tom's smell. Instantly, his fur flattened and his claws slid back in, hostile appearance fading away as though it had never existed. "Lionpelt. You caught me by surprise. You'll have to teach us those stalking skills some time." He meowed, though his eyes flickered with dangerous warning, as if he were daring his clanmate to try it again.[/maroon]
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Post by | COMRADE | on Jun 16, 2009 21:55:47 GMT -5
Featherpaw narrowed her eyes as she took in what her mentor said, and nodded with careful acceptance as she understood his words. "It makes sense now that I think about how they must feel in their own territories," she meowed. "Those born with the natural ability to run fast, or even those who weren't born with it but adopted it early, are more capable of being a Windclan cat. Those who have the ability to swim and catch fish must have always been used to water and trained to adapt to it young," she meowed, focusing hard on the truth. She looked at Thornstrike with her wide, innocently-thoughtful eyes and nodded. "Thank you for explaining," she dipped her head, her mind still buzzing with thoughts. She heard a rustle in the gorse, and had not a heartbeat to look around before a large flash of fur landed next to her, ruffling her pelt and she jumped sideways in alarm, her gray-brown and white fur fluffing up with surprise. She wouldn't fight unless she had to, and didn't want to feel flesh rip beneath her claws but her claws had instinctively unsheathed into the hard ground. She recognized Lionpelt by sight rather than scent, and she calmed herself, restarting her heart and taking slow breaths. She noticed the tension in the air but though it only as surprise. "Good morning Lionpelt," she meowed, dipping her head and watching her paws shyly before the other warrior.[/blockquot]
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Post by ginger on Jun 16, 2009 22:03:32 GMT -5
[Sorry, I don't know if I should be here...really sorry....]
Lionpelt flicked his tail, listening intently to the conversation. He was talking about....strengths and weaknesses? ''Remember ThunderClan is good in the forest, their paws are so quiet you can't here them." He quickly brushed his tail. "That's good unless you're looking for speed, and catch them near the moors and you realize that they hate the wind, and the space." Glancing quickly at Thornstrike,, he hastily added, "That's what I think. Over time, you realize."
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Barketh
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Ahehe... I just like the dog =)
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Post by Barketh on Jun 16, 2009 22:36:49 GMT -5
[No! It's fine, you can stay. ^^] [maroon]Staring at the warrior with hidden thoughts, he held back an irritated snarl. He wasn't sure why he felt jealous that someone else had taken his apprentice's attention, but he felt annoyed whenever he was interrupted. "Yes. And Shadowclan are accustomed to hunting in the shadows, therefore they're excellent at stalking. I wouldn't be surprised if you had some Shadowclan blood in you." He meowed, adressing Lionpelt. His voice held a touch of retorical humor, and he was angered at how much the warrior reminded him of Night. Of course, the two looked nothing alike whatsoever. But they had similar personalities and gave off the same aura, and that sent Thornstrike's blood boiling.[/maroon]
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Post by ginger on Jun 16, 2009 23:06:07 GMT -5
[Phew! Good...Thanxs.]
"Actually, you're right," Lionpelt trailed off, kind of uneasy, "My grandfather was pure ShadowClan, and my grandmother was pure RiverClan. That's the reason why I'm so lazy," he joked, but the statement was real. He was never pure WindClan, which was good...and bad. His love was in ShadowClan, and his loyalty was divided to River and Shadow. Shaking it away, he shivered. No, I would never leave here, the senior cat reassured himself, or would I?
Quickly changing to the subject that was on hand, he stared at Featherpaw and began, "Rogues, though you will barely meet them, are strong, vicious, and merciless generally. But they don't have a medicine cat or ancestors."
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Post by | COMRADE | on Jun 18, 2009 7:27:28 GMT -5
Featherpaw narrowed her blue eyes and curled her tail thoughtfully around her paws. "That does make sense," she meowed, oblivious to the tension between the two older warriors. She managed to meet Lionpelt's eyes this time and then glanced at Thornstrike. Was that jealousy she saw in his eyes? She said nothing about it and instead spoke about what she had just learned. "Rogues?" She meowed, tipping her head and twitching her ears at the unfamiliar word. When she had played in the nursery as a kit the only thing she knew about the outside world was what ThunderClan territory was like, and the names of the other clans, and some great or evil cats from the history of all four clans. She had never heard about the rogues until this moment. "Why are they so violent? Were the exiled from the clans for doing something horrible?" She shivered at the thought that someone could be so cruel, like the great Tigerstar was, murdering more cats than any other single warrior had ever done before. She wondered what had gone through that great tabby warrior's head each time he erased the future of the cats he killed. Did he even care? Did he enjoy what he did, killing for the excitement? The thought sent another shiver through her delicate body.
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Barketh
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Ahehe... I just like the dog =)
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Post by Barketh on Jun 18, 2009 18:24:34 GMT -5
[maroon]"Most of them were exiled or chose to leave on their own accord." He meowed grimly, flicking one ear at Featherpaw. His eyes swiveled over to the far-off territories where dark cats roamed without a clan nor friends. That description seems to fit Night perfectly... Suddenly, he was hit with a jolt of realization. What if he's not in the clans, but joined the Rouges? Why did I never consider this? Gritting his teeth, the begginings of a snarl formed on his muzzle. Only did he stop himself when he realized there were still cats around him. Forcing his claws to remain sheathed, he blinked, looking back at the two Windclan cats. "Most Rouges hate the clans because of their past lives. Though, as Lionpelt mentioned, not all Rouges are driven by dark desires. Some can even be found quite...." His eyes narrowed as a shadow passed over them. In his mind, he was staring at his cousin; black fur, violet-blue eyes, white chest. Every detail of the damned cat. "Interesting." He said slowly, grounding out the last word with venom.[/maroon]
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Post by ginger on Jun 18, 2009 22:32:15 GMT -5
Lionpelt didn't understand Thornstrike's mood, but decided to play along. "Rogues can be nice, actually,'' he commented, remembering a she-cat...Elodie. She also had a friendly companion Night. Somewhat friendly. Somehow, he could detect similarities between the black tom and Featherpaw's mentor. Shrugging it off, he rolled his shoulders back as a cloud blotted out the sun. Hoping it wasn't a horrible omen, he continued. "I have to go hunting, would you mind if I come back?" With a short grunt, he sneezed as some grass tickled his nose, before racing off to the moors, his figure only becoming a shadow cast in the sun.
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Post by | COMRADE | on Jun 19, 2009 8:16:06 GMT -5
Featherpaw's eyes widened at the ominous tones in the voices of the other warriors. What were they talking about? She felt oddly uncomfortable near them, and she tried to ignore the prickles along her spine when her mentor spoke. What does he mean, interesting? She wondered, but didn't dare put the intellectual question to words. It was around that time, Lionpelt asked a question and ran off before any cat could answer him. She blinked after the tom, before glancing up at her mentor. "Do you think we'll meet some rogue cats?" She meowed. "Do we just chase them out of our territory when they cross a border?" She didn't understand why they should. Well, the cats that were exiled of course had to be chased out, but what about the others who were born as rogues? They had no idea about the Warrior Code, and should they follow what they don't know? Everything was so confusing to her young mind and she felt her head spinning.
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Barketh
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Post by Barketh on Jun 19, 2009 11:00:41 GMT -5
[maroon]Looking down at the she-cat as Lionpelt vanished, he felt the tension in the air lessen. "Hopefully not. And we don't attack right on sight. The sensible thing would be to ask what they're doing on our territory first." He meowed, voice calmer than it had been before. His tabby tail flicked once. "Alright, don't worry yourself about Rouges. Most of them won't try trespassing if they know what's good for them." Casting her a reassuring smile, he continued walking towards a small clearing bordered by several shrubby birch trees. "Alright. Enough talk about the unlikely. Tell me, what do you know about hunting?" He meowed, turning around to face his apprentice.[/maroon]
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Post by | COMRADE | on Jun 19, 2009 11:33:20 GMT -5
Featherpaw nodded with understanding. Just because a cat had crossed the borders doesn't mean they had to leap on them and claw their fur off just for walking past some fragile scent markings. As Thornstrike headed off towards some bushes she followed, casting her blue eyes around to see if Lionpelt was prowling around or not. When they stopped beside the bushes, she thought very carefully about the question Thornstrike asked. Finally she replied. "Windclan rarely hunt any prey but rabbits, which are mainly located all over this moor. We need to stalk close enough to the rabbit, for even the fastest can can't be faster than a rabbit. They are small and quick, but we are stronger and have longer strides. We keep downwind so they can't scent is and walk very quietly, so the rabbit won't sense or hear you," she meowed, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully.
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Barketh
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Post by Barketh on Jun 19, 2009 12:51:52 GMT -5
[maroon]His green eyes flickered and he nodded, listening to the younger cat. "Exactly. See? You already know plenty. We may not be good at hunting forest prey like the other clans, but I'll bet you three moons of cleaning the elder's den that no clan can catch rabbits like ours'." He purred, though he felt a small jab deep inside. Why do you sound proud? You weren't even born here, so don't start thinking of Windclan as your real family. Flicking his tail dismissively, he looked over at Featherpaw. "Alright. It's one thing to talk about hunting and another to actually do it. Every warrior, apprentice, and even queens and elders need to know the hunter's crouch. It changes slightly for different types of prey, but with rabbits, you just have to focus on being quiet." Lowering himself to the ground, Thornstrike focused on a nearby leaf; deciding it would be the make-do rabbit. "Lower your front and rest on your haunches so you're prepared to push off the ground and give chase when the rabbit runs." He meowed, demonstrating as he fell into a balanced crouch. His tail was raised off the ground so that it was aligned with his body, and he tensed his muscles. "Rabbits have excellent hearing, so you have to make sure nothing sticks out. The slightest movement of your tail could disturb a leaf and warn the prey." His voice had fallen to a whisper as he became absorbed in concentration, green eyes narrowing until all he could see was the pretend rabbit ahead. He listened, testing the wind as though he were actually hunting. And then, with a graceful yet power-filled leap, he flew through the air, landing with one paw on the debris. He straightened upright and looked over at her. "Now you try. Pretend the leaf is the rabbit just like I did." He meowed, stepping out of the way.[/maroon]
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