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Post by ADMIN~! on Aug 26, 2008 1:32:11 GMT -8
There was a slight pause, then a small flicker of movement- an eye blink? A subtle shift of a paw. Restless tail twitching. In her own turn, Pinepaw also moved only the slightest bit as she bristled her pelt in frustration. Ever since first talking to Quaintpaw, her friend and tom she harboured a secret crush over, she had been entranced by his ability to sense things as they happened without even seeing. In ways, it baffled her to no end, as she couldn’t understand how someone could feel air waves, but on a subconscious, primitive level, she did. There was more to the world than just what one could see, and she was trying to learn as such, to be like her idol. Or at least be able to impress him. Sighing, she shifted her stiff position and swivelled her ears around, trying to search for that perfect spot. Delicately, she moved her paw the slightest bit, still sensing. It was like she was trying to find a poorly signalled radio station, and in ways, it was just that. Feeling through the tremors of the earth, Pinepaw was trying to feel it’s heartbeat and the movements of her clan.
Unfortunately, even after a month of trying and focusing, even when she had nothing better to do, Pinepaw still could not sense those who moved around her except for those who trod a little too closely, but that was no more than the next cat. She desperately wished she was able to, but was unable to get the hang of it, much to her disappointment. Even with the help of her small, but bright Companion, Lady, it seemed like the radio signal would never comes and she was doomed to failure. She blinked her eyes open, frustration and misery written clearer than the stormy day in her eyes as she took her bearings. She was sitting just outside the apprentice den, like she had been all day, and the weather had hardly shifted. From the moment she woke up from her small nest in the back, the sky had been clouded over with rather ominous-looking clouds that spoke of rain, much to her displeasure. She disliked rain with a passion, being one of those cats who could hardly stand being wet for hardly one second, even with her short pelt. She much preferred a sunny one with a cool breeze coming off of the lake, but of course, one couldn’t always gets their way. On that day however, it just felt like things kept getting worse.
After waking up to a depressed sky, she had wandered over to the fresh-kill pile to find nothing there to eat for breakfast, and she knew that the apprentices would be sent out that day to hunt on empty bellies. Oh the misery. Not wanting to set out right away, and rather wanting to wait for her mentor or a friend, she had settled just outside the apprentice den to practice her sensing techniques, not that she got anywhere with it, like usual. She was aiming to be able to feel the pawsteps of a cat on the other side of the camp, but had only managed to feel one cat passing right by her. She hadn’t even been able to tell who it was until their scent reached her nostrils and she identified it as their deputy, Desertrush. Now she was still resting in the same spot, an hour or so later and still hungry, but unwilling to move. Instead, she waited for a sign of life to bother as the morning waned and the clan woke up. There was bound to be somebody.
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Post by keilight on Aug 27, 2008 16:55:01 GMT -8
Her crystal blue eyes closed, Cloverfire bounced over to the Fresh-kill Pile. Once she realized there was nothing there, she frowned. She sat, and lashed her tail, rather angry. Sparks was in his regular position; on Cloverfire's head. Thoughts of hunting flashed in her hyperactive mind, but she wanted a partner. Her eyes flickered around camp, and she spotted a rather gloomy looking figure over by the Apprentice Den. The scent told her Pinepaw. /Maybe she wants to go hunting with me?/ Cloverfire thought as she bounded over. She tilted her head and mewed,
"Hey Pinepaw! Are you up for hunting? I dunno about you, but I want to get my duties done before this gloomy rain, and hunting's just the way to do it!" her words said, "Come on!" but her tone said, "Please come with me!". She hoped that Pinepaw would come with her.
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Post by ADMIN~! on Aug 29, 2008 19:05:20 GMT -8
Relaxing her ears and closing her eyes, Pinepaw tried once again to feel the clan’s heartbeats, their pawsteps, their thought patterns, their way of life. Energy seemed to thrum through the air like waves, mimicking the preceding ones beneath her paws; together they created an intricate and complex rhythm and melody that far surpassed her comprehension, and she shifted uneasily on the spot. Such workings were so blindingly alien it had a strange effect on the she-cat and she reeled mentally. There had been times before when she ran into the radio signals wavering through the air and earth, but never in a volume as loud as this, nor as intrusive. Almost as though they were clambering over one and other, the waves and signals jammed themselves into her brain, drowning out her own thoughts and identity until the dark tabby was silently screaming for a lifeline to return home. Like before and forevermore, there was a small pressure on her ear that she could so distantly feel and Pinepaw grabbed onto it for dear life. All too quickly, the adventure was over and Pinepaw was back in the present, not lost between the radio signals and she sighed with relief. She really needed to fine-tune her ears.
”Thanks Lady,” she murmured, flickering her ear backwards to acknowledge the red insect who had once again brought her back. Sighing almost wistfully, the she-cat glanced around the camp for at least the hundredth time before noticing a ginger cat walking towards her. For a hair’s breadth of a second, she though it was her brother Flamepaw and was relived to finally see him out and about, rather than sulking in the apprentice den, but the thought was quickly erased as she recognized it to be a warrior, Cloverfire. She relaxed the fur on her back and licked a paw before nodding her head in greeting to the approaching cat. She listened with interest as the older one asked to go on a hunting trip, but didn’t respond right away, instead mulling over the different aspects. It was somewhat strange that the old warrior had asked, especially considering she was an apprentice, and not her apprentice. At the though, Pinepaw was almost suspicious, but quickly shooed the thought away. She blinked gratefully. ”I would love to Cloverfire. Shouldn’t we find someone else however?”[/b]
Ooc;; Let's get another cat in here -- another roleplayer. ^^[/size]
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Post by keilight on Aug 29, 2008 20:56:11 GMT -8
Cloverfire chuckled.
"I suppose that Falconpaw would love to join us." She sighed, "Not many Warriors get up early these days. Back in my generation, Warriors would get up and hunt before the sun rose!" Now, Cloverfire knew that was an exaggeration, but she didn't care. It was true.... nearly. A brown tabby stalked out of the den, the long fur on his tail nearly brushing Pinepaw.
"You spoke my name, Cloverfire?" he asked.
"Ah! Falconpaw. Do you want to hunt?"
"No." was his simple reply as he stalked off, lying down in the middle of camp. Cloverfire sighed, and whispered something that couldn't be heard. Her tail fell on the ground with a 'plop'. Her ears drooped and her eyes darkened. She sighed.
"We do need someone else, but I'm curious to see how the mentors are teaching their apprentices. I don't have one, you see. Oh how I wish I did, though. I would--" she rambled on and on. After a while, her head jolted back up,
"Oh! I was rambling again, wasn't I, Pinepaw?"
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Post by mynath on Aug 31, 2008 20:36:52 GMT -8
“Just do it!” “Yeah, Spiderpaw!” “C’mon, or are you being mouse?!”
Spiderpaw took a big gulp a jumped over the edge into a raging river. He couldn’t breathe! ‘H-HELLLPPP!!’ he tried to scream. But he couldn’t even hear his own voice. Slowly, the apprentice lost consciences and black engulfed him.
‘No…NOOOOOO—
“OOoooo….” He woke, startling even himself with his screams. He panted, suddenly forgetting what had just happened. Then it all came back to him.
“That was some dream!” he meowed.
Looking around, he reckoned that it had to be late in the morning; all the apprentices were already gone. Letting out a moan and a morning yawn, he stretched his front paws out until he thought they would tear.
Spiderpaw walked out of the apprentice’s den, instantly spotting a grasshopper that was a few inches away. He went down into a hunting crouch, stared at the grasshopper, inched forward, and pounced. The grasshopper hung limb off his fingernail. The tom smirked.
“Stupid bug. Never could match up against someone like me!” With that, he tossed the bug into his mouth.
“BLECK!”
The thing tasted horrible! He winced at the very taste of it.
“Well, I’m certainly never eating one of THOSE again.”
Sighing, he walking into the center of the clearing and stopped where the fresh kill pile was supposed to be. But, as it had been in the recent moons, there was nothing there but a few scrawny mice and one vole. He dug into the ground with his claws, suddenly filled with anger.
‘Why has Starclan done this to us!? We’ve been loyal to them, followed all their laws, AND YET, they reward us with nothing! At this rate, the clan’ll starve an—‘
His thoughts were cut off by a cough. Spiderpaw looked around to see where it had come from, but know one around him showed any signs off coughing.
It came again. He looked down at his white paws and saw little driblets of spit on them.
The apprentice gasped.
‘Then…then that means—! No! No it can’t be! IT CAN’T!’
His green eyes turned murky, and he looked around cautiously. No one seemed to of noticed. His ears twitched, showing off their bright orange color. He had to keep it a secret. The clan would just worry if they knew ANOTHER cat had caught the sickness.
‘Let’s just hope it’s not too bad.’ He thought to himself.
Just as he was about to walking towards the entrance of camp, a yellow-red spider spun itself down from his ears, and hung in front of his face.
“Zeon! There you are! I’ve been waiting for you!”
The apprentice purred happily. The spider seemed to smile at him before it strung itself back up to his ears. Spiderpaw almost laughed, but instead he coughed.
Tears sprang to his eyes. He was scared. But he couldn’t worry about that now. He had a clan to take care of! The tom shook his head back and forth, making a blur of orange-black fur.
He looked around for someone to go hunting with. Pinepaw and Cloverfire were standing a few feet away.
“Hey!” he called, “Want to go hunting?”
Ooc//: By the way, white=talking and blue=thinking. 
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Post by keilight on Sept 3, 2008 13:38:33 GMT -8
Cloverfire had absentmindedly yelled,
"Oh Spiderpaw! Come hunting with Pinepaw and I!" she blushed as she hadn't consulted Pinepaw on it yet. Cloverfire shrugged, reali--
"Oh! Spiderpaw's my apprentice!" she exclaimed, breaking herself from her own thoughts. "And here I was, groaning that I didn't have one!" the forgetful warrior sighed. My old brain doesn't work the way it used to. she thought, shrugging. She whipped up one sturdy paw and began licking, distracting her from the hunger that was gnawing at her stomach. Cloverfire had a habit of not waiting for answers. That got her into trouble in her apprentice years. Memories began to flood her mind. She let them come.
"Hey! Hey!" A young, energetic orange tabby bounced around. Her crystal blue eyes bounced off of every cat that wasn't asleep. "Let's go hunting!"
"Cloverpaw!" the voice trailed off as Cloverpaw began leaping into the forest.
"Hurry u--" her voice dwindled to a whisper. No one was following. Cloverpaw shrunk back, scenting badger and fox. A fox and a badger were in the forest, but... blood was present. Cloverpaw, ignoring all common sense inside of her, began to go look for these animals. As she walked, the stench of blood hit her nose. She turned to the left, the source of the smell, and saw a badger, fighting with a fox. She slowly backed up, but not before the fighting animals saw her, or smelled her. They launched at her. Cloverpaw shrieked, and...
Cloverfire shook her head, clearing out the painful memories. Why did that come to mind? she asked herself.
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Post by mynath on Sept 3, 2008 13:45:50 GMT -8
Spiderpaw was released from his thoughts.
"Sure thing, Cloverfire!"
He ran over to his mentor and swished his tail eagerly, wondering when they would go. He was ready to show his mentor and clan what all he could do. The tom had been practicing in his spare time on his hunting and battling skills. He was ready!
"Well, when do we leave?" Spiderpaw asked, suddenly noticing that he sounded impatient. "Sorry. What I MEANT to say, is where do you want to go hunting?"
He tried to look apologetic, but he was so excited to get out of this dreary camp, that instead he ended up looking quite the contrary.
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Post by ADMIN~! on Sept 4, 2008 21:15:53 GMT -8
Ooc;; Terribly sorry, but consider me out of this thread roleplay. Too busy with school right now. (plus no muse... -.-)
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Post by mynath on Sept 5, 2008 4:11:47 GMT -8
Ooc//: D: Aww. Okayy.
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Post by keilight on Sept 6, 2008 6:18:02 GMT -8
Cloverfire brought her tail up to her head, patting it. A yellow dragonfly landed on her head.
"Hey there Cloverfire! Hey Spiderpaw!" Sparks had a buzzy voice.
"Hey Sparks. I dunno, Spiderpaw. We can just head out into the forest, and where ever the prey's scent is strongest, we'll head over there." Cloverfire shrugged as she answered Spiderpaw's question. I'll do wonderfully with Spiderpaw! After all, he is my first apprentice. Cloverfire nodded, accidentally knocking Sparks off. She buzzed angrily, and resettled herself.
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Post by mynath on Sept 8, 2008 18:41:43 GMT -8
Spiderpaw heard a buzzing a looked around until he spotted the green dragonfly.
"Well hey there, Sparks! How's it going?" He meowed happily.
Without waiting for the bug's reply, the apprentice bounced off after his mentor, happy to get away from the dreary camp.
'I'm going to catch lotsa food no matter WHAT.' The tom thought, waiting to make his clan proud. He felt the little spider on his head hooking her threads in to stay on the bumpy ride.
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Post by keilight on Sept 12, 2008 18:00:47 GMT -8
Cloverfire bounced out of camp, knocking Sparks off many times.
"Where do you smell food, Spiderpaw?"
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Post by mynath on Sept 14, 2008 14:50:42 GMT -8
Spiderpaw closed his eyes and sniffed the air. Wet leaves, dirt, but there... he barely smelled it. But it was there: the scent of very plump mouse.
"Over there!" he mewed, running towards the scent. Soon, he paused, crouched, and dropped into the hunter's position. 1 Step. 2 Steps. He could see it now. 3 Steps. He pounced. The mouse soon hung limb in the tom's mouth. He tried to grin with the mouse still hanging there.
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Post by keilight on Sept 14, 2008 16:02:04 GMT -8
"Wonderful, Spiderpaw!" Cloverfire purred. A trickle of some sort of bird touched her nose and she leaped in the air, grabbing its wing. She killed it swiftly, and murmured thanks. Dropping it, she fell into a fighter's crouch, and crept forward, scenting blood. [/font]
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Post by mynath on Sept 15, 2008 17:45:54 GMT -8
Spiderpaw dug a quick hole, dropped the mouse in the hole, and sniffed around for anymore food. There was a very stale scent of a blackbird, about a day old.
He sighed.
No more food?
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Post by keilight on Sept 16, 2008 15:12:44 GMT -8
Cloverfire shook her head,
"Spiderpaw, come here. Do you smell any blood?"
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Post by mynath on Sept 16, 2008 18:44:53 GMT -8
Spiderpaw lifted his nose up to the air. "Yeah..yeah! I smell it! Come on, let's go!" he bolted toward his left and halted beside a bush, waiting for his mentor to catch up.
"Woaahh...."
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Post by keilight on Sept 21, 2008 17:05:49 GMT -8
Dead prey skeletons scattered the area. The familiar scent of two rogues hit Cloverfire's nose. No, the rogues were gone. They were too late.
"Spiderpaw... how long do you think they've been doing this. I haven't been out in a while, and judging by the scent, a couple sunrises ago they started..."
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Post by mynath on Sept 22, 2008 13:57:26 GMT -8
Spiderpaw didn't reply. He was too taken aback by the scene in front of him. Dead skeletons were every where he looked. bird skeletons laying in trees, mouse skeletons littered the ground, and there was the rare fox skeleton a few feet away from him. The area smelled like the two-legs roads: racid and rotten.
"W-w-what happened here?!?!?! Dead skeletons...they're everywhere! We have to get back to camp and spread the word. This could be dangerous...!" his fur still ruffled and his tail still tucked, he turned tails and bolted back to the camp.
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Post by keilight on Sept 22, 2008 17:58:28 GMT -8
Cloverfire nodded, but stared at the scene.
It's obvious that it's been sitting here a while, the stench of crowfood is everywhere. These animals were killed brutally. The fox was small, and it looked like it was weak when they found it. It must've taken days for it to decompose like that. These rogues were not easy stuff. Cloverfire ran back to camp, realize what caused it all.
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