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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 22:19:45 GMT -5
The wind blew up through the den opening, the chill settling around the resting apprentice as if to try to awaken him. The mornings sunlight streamed across the back wall, reflecting onto the young tom's white pelt, slightly warming his side. Although he was completely awake, Cloudpaw kept his eyelids closed, his body tightly curled as he lay there, thinking. Birds sang outside, causing his large ears to twitch, trailing their sounds.
I don't know who your father is, sweetie. Your mother never told me, Cloudpaw furrowed his brows, his mind going black. No memories arose, his kithood was lonely and slow. His grandmother was his only memories, her interesting tales of her life amused him and kept his mind off of the lack of his father. The queen that had taken him into her litter had tried to make him feel part of the family, but Cloudpaw had never accepted her, only feeling grateful for her help in his survival.
The small tom opened his dark green eyes, shaking his thoughts from his mind. He started to plan his day, trying to think of what he could learn about. Cloudpaw licked his snow white chest, cleaning the night's grease away from his fur. His heart felt empty, lonely in his bed of leaves and dove feathers.
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Post by Sloepaw on Jun 1, 2014 16:10:39 GMT -5
[attr="class","blowme"]daisypaw . 9 moons . apprentice . skyclan [attr="class","kissyoukissingme"] [attr="class","texterz"] Daisypaw had been rewarded a morning's respite from her mentor, whom she had sparred with vigorously the evening before... rather successfully. Her defenses had been well-calculated and practiced — Featherstep had barely been able to land a single strike. Neither had Daisypaw, to be fair... but her own spirited assaults were just as skilled and smooth. She had not allowed the older she-cat a chance for breath between attacks and at the end of their session, Featherstep had only been able to pant a wheezy chuckle and breathlessly commend her apprentice. She had inserted that it was almost like the three moons of Daisypaw's apprenticeship had been entirely channeled into battle tactic and strength. And that... while she could have the morning off from both duty and training... perhaps she would be wise to practice her hunting.
Curled in a neat ball in her nest, Daisypaw — who planned to take full advantage of her brief respite and sleep in — twitched in her feather-light repose. Her lip curled just slightly over her teeth as she remembered that small, teasing smirk that had touched her mentor's face at the suggestion. It was true, Daisypaw was already a skilled fighter. But there had been truth in Featherstep's words when she'd commented that her three moons of training seemed entirely driven into battle technique and tact. On the flip-side, Daisypaw was a rather shoddy hunter. The young SkyClan she-cat had realized that very quickly in her training and, not wanting to waste herself on continued failure and embarrassment, decided to spend her efforts and energy on an outlet that suited her skills. So she hunted very sparsely — and most of the time unsuccessfully — while making up for her shortcomings by working tirelessly at her battle training; sparring by herself when Featherstep was preoccupied, challenging senior apprentices, and even dreaming up her own effective techniques.
That small prod from Featherstep about her poor, lacking hunting skills echoed in Daisypaw's mind and dug into her relaxing doze. When the tom apprentice beside her shook from his own sleep and began to groom himself, Daisypaw blinked open her eyes and immediately narrowed the dark grey pools. She listened to the soft sound of his tongue rasping over his sleep-tousled pelt for a few long seconds, before accepting she likely wouldn't find sleep again and flicking an ear.
"Hey newbie," Daisypaw mewed drowsily, as she unfurled her long body from the tight ball it had been curled into. The greeting was not particularly friendly but neither was it openly unkind — just a simple, monotonous 'good morning'. Her muscles ached with a bittersweet soreness from the long evening of sparring, but Daisypaw found the dull pain to be wondrously pleasant and, as she stretched in her nest and made her body burn with protest, a small purr rumbled from her throat. After her back gave a small, satisfactory pop, she relaxed for a long moment, before rolling over to look at her young, white-furred denmate. Her dull, stone-colored pools studied him briefly, but their wide, unblinking depths gave no indication of what she was thinking.
With a thoughful 'hmm' and a blink, she suddenly parted her snowy-white maw. "How'd you sleep? What's on the agenda today? If you're not scheduled for anything, you up for some hunting, perchance?" The questions tumbled one after the other with no pause between, and Daisypaw watched the other tom for a response with little change or emotion on her pretty face. She needed to work on her hunting after all, and... well... Cloudpaw was a newly-named apprentice. Three moons younger than her. Although she was a terrible hunter, he couldn't be any better... right? Hunting with the young tom would be a boost to her ego, she was just certain of it.
And everyone knew she needed to work on her social skills as well. Not a lot of felines liked Daisypaw, and she knew it. The other apprentices gave her a wide berth. But this tom hadn't yet felt the sting of her insults or the coldness of her apathy... so maybe... she could utilize this opportunity to at least... try to be nicer. Daisypaw wasn't entirely certain she was capable of it, but all she could do was give it a shot. And if she failed miserably, well, what was one more tom that didn't like her? [attr="class","blowme"]daisypaw's feeling: lazy and thoughtful CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE [newclass=.blowme]background-color:#eeeeee;color:#666666;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:2px;padding:10px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.kissyoukissingme]background-color:#eeeeee;color:#666666;padding:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.kissyoukissingme:hover]opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.kissyoukissingme img]border-left:30px solid #6D786D;border-top:30px solid #6D786D;[/newclass][newclass=.texterz]height:400px;font-size:10px;line-height:9px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;[/newclass][newclass=.texterz::-webkit-scrollbar]width:11px;[/newclass] [newclass=.texterz::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color:#eeeeee;[/newclass] [newclass=.texterz::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#eeeeee;border-right:1px solid #666666;[/newclass][newclass=.joey]line-height:20px;font-family:time;font-size:40px;letter-spacing:-4px;color:#6D786D;text-align:left;font-weight:normal;[/newclass][newclass=.joey a]text-transform:lowercase !important;font-family:trebuchet ms !important;font-size:10px !important;letter-spacing:2px;color:#666666 !important;border-bottom:1px solid #666666;display:block;text-decoration:none;font-weight:normal;margin-top:2px;[/newclass][newclass=.t1-superrad]line-height:20px;font-family:time;font-size:40px;letter-spacing:-4px;color:#6D786D;text-align:left;font-weight:normal;[/newclass][newclass=.t2]text-transform:lowercase;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:2px;color:#666666;border-bottom:1px solid #666666;display:block;text-decoration:none;margin-top:-15px;font-weight:normal;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2014 3:00:57 GMT -5
(thanks for the reply ) Cloudpaw blinked shyly, ceased his groom, and cautiously looked over the female nearby him. As she stretched and popped her spine, he thoughtfully considered responding to her. Her expression was dull and bored, as if she didn't care what he said. Daisypaw had never even noticed him before, she was older and in a different age group. Everyone was gone, off on duty or with their mentors. Obviously she had no other choice for entertainment. Cloudpaw mentally sighed, hating himself for his inner social need, "morning." He immediately regretted giving any interest as the she-cat bombarded him with a stream of questions. The young tom replied softly, decisively, "Well, nothing, and I am." Proud of his 'I don't care either' mature attitude, he bent his neck over to one side, making it snap satisfyingly. At least she wasn't looking for a sparring partner, Cloudpaw wouldn't have stood a chance! Hunting was something he could do, and well at that. Feeling foolish for having a bit of fire in his belly, the snow white tom stood collectively and cool, his dark green eyes glinting in the bit of sunlight that sneaked into the den. Without another word, he padded slowly off toward the entrance, waiting for Daisypaw to follow with a look of expectancy back at her.
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WindClan
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Oh, what a let down. And I don't seem to be having any effect now, falling all over the place.
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Post by Sloepaw on Jun 2, 2014 16:32:56 GMT -5
[attr="class","blowme"]daisypaw . 9 moons . apprentice . skyclan [attr="class","kissyoukissingme"] [attr="class","texterz"]Daisypaw chuckled darkly to herself at Cloudpaw's detached, apathetic volley to her slew of abrupt inquiries. His lack of inflection was only a deeper, masculine echo of her own subtle apathy. And for some unnameable reason, she found it amusing — at the moment they were just two entirely unexcitable, toneless felines planning an outing together. What a promising pair, the SkyClan she-cat thought to herself with muted bemusement, her mind already thinking ahead to the "easy, amiable atmosphere" and the "enthusiastic and friendly conversation". It wasn't an altogether unpleasant envisioning, but Daisypaw could already feel the enveloping, unbroken silence.
Which was something she most certainly didn't mind or dislike... and it would be a hunting party after all, but... Daisypaw also felt she wouldn't mind a bit of companionship. A cat that, just maybe, didn't despise her. Perhaps if she tried a little harder. Before she could contemplate it any further, though, her clanmate had already collected himself from his grooming and padded to their den's entrance. Emerald eyes turned to her with a composed look of cool anticipation.
She met his expectant gaze for only a second, before pulling herself from her warm nest with a fluid, moving grace and shaking out her long, soft pelt. Though slightly awry from her long night of rest, she didn't even spare the silky fur a single consideration before padding after her denmate into the camp's clearing. With a small, slow spin, she blinked the harsh sunlight from her eyes and then parted her jaws in a large, lingering yawn. When her white teeth clicked back together she blinked the resulting tears from her large grey pools before fixing her denmate with a steady, empty gaze. "So, where's the best place to go?" She mewed plainly, and only a split-moment later realizing that she should already know that. That her words should have sounded more like a senior apprentice testing a younger one, instead of how they really left her lips — genuinely unknowing. Biting her cheek, the SkyClan apprentice quickly parted her jaws to try and make up for the small folly. "In... or at least... in your opinion?"
OOC) Oh gosh I should have known that I couldn't play a mean ole cat, I can already feel that Daisypaw isn't going to end up like how I wrote her in her biography at all *cries softly* But oh man Cloud I can already see him being better at her than hunting and oh gosh that's gonna drive her banana sandwich it'll be beautiful [attr="class","blowme"]daisypaw's feeling: lazy and thoughtful CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE [newclass=.blowme]background-color:#eeeeee;color:#666666;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:2px;padding:10px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.kissyoukissingme]background-color:#eeeeee;color:#666666;padding:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.kissyoukissingme:hover]opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.kissyoukissingme img]border-left:30px solid #6D786D;border-top:30px solid #6D786D;[/newclass][newclass=.texterz]height:400px;font-size:10px;line-height:9px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;[/newclass][newclass=.texterz::-webkit-scrollbar]width:11px;[/newclass] [newclass=.texterz::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color:#eeeeee;[/newclass] [newclass=.texterz::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#eeeeee;border-right:1px solid #666666;[/newclass][newclass=.joey]line-height:20px;font-family:time;font-size:40px;letter-spacing:-4px;color:#6D786D;text-align:left;font-weight:normal;[/newclass][newclass=.joey a]text-transform:lowercase !important;font-family:trebuchet ms !important;font-size:10px !important;letter-spacing:2px;color:#666666 !important;border-bottom:1px solid #666666;display:block;text-decoration:none;font-weight:normal;margin-top:2px;[/newclass][newclass=.t1-superrad]line-height:20px;font-family:time;font-size:40px;letter-spacing:-4px;color:#6D786D;text-align:left;font-weight:normal;[/newclass][newclass=.t2]text-transform:lowercase;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:2px;color:#666666;border-bottom:1px solid #666666;display:block;text-decoration:none;margin-top:-15px;font-weight:normal;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2014 22:17:56 GMT -5
Cloudpaw breathed in the wet air outside, his whiskers tingling with anticipation. He closed his eyes, his large, fluffy ears taking in the louder noises of bird songs and tiny, lonely crickets as they informed the forest of their life despite the chilly weather. The sun had warmed the air slightly, enough for a clan cat to notice. Cloudpaw opened his eyelids to focus on the she-cat's question. Where's the best place to go? he thought, taken aback slightly. She was asking him? As he was over thinking this detail, she had finished her thought. The young tom let his mind empty, considering the best places to hunt. Obviously the tree line was the best place, but he also wanted to take into consideration where the most prey would be at this time. Perhaps with the excessive warmth most of the prey had traveled further up the incline, with all the kits playing down below and making such a ruckus. "About half way up into the tree line," Cloudpaw finally replied, leading the way. He started climbing down, his thick pads gripping easily to the jagged rocks of the cliff. Keeping a close eye on Daisypaw, he quickly made his way all the way down into the valley, careful to not get in the way of any of the other cat's loose rocks that tumbled down. Waiting patiently for her to join him, he curled his thick tail around himself, his stomach growling inaudibly.
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WindClan
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Post by Sloepaw on Jun 9, 2014 21:23:31 GMT -5
[attr="class","blowme"]daisypaw . 9 moons . apprentice . skyclan [attr="class","kissyoukissingme"] [attr="class","texterz"]Daisypaw's pulse had quickened as her mind thundered at the accidental admittance of ignorance. But when Cloudpaw answered her question (rather indifferently) after a stroke of silent musing, the SkyClan apprentice allowed her theoretical fur (bristled at the small hiccup of detectable stupidity) to settle back in place. Her denmate had not called her out on the blip and didn't seem especially perplexed or even righteously amused. In fact, her white-colored clanmate was already padding off. That suited Daisypaw just fine, and she let her potentially-ruffled reputation slip from the forefront of her mind as she followed suit; falling in-step close behind.
As the two apprentices made their cautious picking down the rocks, Daisypaw's slate-gray gaze frequently flitted upward, wary for the winged predators that were oft resigned to plucking smaller, unsuspecting cats from the mountainside. The hunters of the sky did not hide and wait to be found, like the pathetic prey animals that Daisypaw never seemed able to pinpoint and stalk. Rather, they sailed the clouds in graceful arcs and lazy spirals, with no necessary fear of being trailed or watched. Only to drop from their ambling flight like stones; to unfurl their impressive wings at the last, fleeting moment before digging their talons into a helpless tom or she-cat and tearing them from their perch. The victorious hunter would then return to its slow treading of the sky, while the broken body of its prey bled out its lives on the rocks below.
Thinking of the envious hawks and eagles, Daisypaw was preoccupied as she stepped after Cloudpaw. Putting her paws where he put his with little awareness, her mind grappled through the various techniques she would employ if ever attacked by a bird of prey. Perhaps it was because she was already dreading the prospect of hunting, that the SkyClan she-cat chose to immerse herself in thoughts of battle and fighting. Or maybe it was because the puffy clouds above her were moving quick, and each shadow that flitted over the gray landscape and over her body reminded her of a bird and brought up her head to quickly scan the skies; stone-colored eyes dancing with alertness, but also brimming with a morbid sort of... eagerness... almost hope. As if she would relish nothing more than burying her claws in a bird.
Just... not the dinky little prey ones, who never even let her get within pouncing distance.
The thought brought her from her wandering reverie with the small, unpleasant curling of her lip, and just in time that she didn't absentmindedly walk straight into her clanmate. Only a single, embarrassing mouselength from him, she appeared to focus and startled away from her collision-course, shaking out her pelt to conceal any surprise that might have registered across her features. "Okay, so," she mewed drawingly, trying to pepper her voice with tones of confidence as she turned her gaze upon Cloudpaw. "I always skived my hunting party duties," — and for obvious reasons (she was absolute rubbish) that she purposely failed to mention — "So I'm afraid I don't really know the ropes. We go separate ways after settling the specifics of a rendezvous? Or is it this a team thing?" Her questions were arguably asinine, but the way Daisypaw narrowed her hard, unflinching gaze and perked her ears forward, she almost dared Cloudpaw to laugh. [attr="class","blowme"]OOC: Sorry I'm a dumb I don't know how to remedy it xD Let me know if I'm too boring and I'll try to sprinkle in a... I don't know... an alien invasion or something (just kidding, maybe, unless you're into it, just kidding... maybe) CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE [newclass=.blowme]background-color:#eeeeee;color:#666666;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:2px;padding:10px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.kissyoukissingme]background-color:#eeeeee;color:#666666;padding:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.kissyoukissingme:hover]opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.kissyoukissingme img]border-left:30px solid #6D786D;border-top:30px solid #6D786D;[/newclass][newclass=.texterz]height:400px;font-size:10px;line-height:9px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;[/newclass][newclass=.texterz::-webkit-scrollbar]width:11px;[/newclass] [newclass=.texterz::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color:#eeeeee;[/newclass] [newclass=.texterz::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#eeeeee;border-right:1px solid #666666;[/newclass][newclass=.joey]line-height:20px;font-family:time;font-size:40px;letter-spacing:-4px;color:#6D786D;text-align:left;font-weight:normal;[/newclass][newclass=.joey a]text-transform:lowercase !important;font-family:trebuchet ms !important;font-size:10px !important;letter-spacing:2px;color:#666666 !important;border-bottom:1px solid #666666;display:block;text-decoration:none;font-weight:normal;margin-top:2px;[/newclass][newclass=.t1-superrad]line-height:20px;font-family:time;font-size:40px;letter-spacing:-4px;color:#6D786D;text-align:left;font-weight:normal;[/newclass][newclass=.t2]text-transform:lowercase;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:2px;color:#666666;border-bottom:1px solid #666666;display:block;text-decoration:none;margin-top:-15px;font-weight:normal;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2014 1:15:58 GMT -5
Cloudpaw's thick, snowy fur prickled in surprise as the older apprentice barely missed running into him. He took note that the she-cat seemed fairly distracted..or just clumbsy. He fluffed himself up, returning his composure. As Daisypaw turned her attention to him, Cloudpaw felt a strange sense of importance. As if the words that crossed his lips had value to Daisypaw. It seemed to him that she was implying that she wasn't good (well, more like awful) at hunting and wanted his help. Though he knew she was too prideful to admit it, he took this implication to heart. With a burning belly full of confidence while keeping his cool, calm appearance, Cloudpaw schemed a plot to help Daisypaw without her knowledge of it. "Seeing as how it's just the two of us and we'll be hunting on the hillside, I suggest we hunt together. As a team, we have less chance of any predators getting the drop on us. Although we wont cover as much ground, we'll be able to find more prey in one spot," he mewed slowly, rechecking every sentence to make sure it was worded the best. Checking the way the wind blew once more, he was sure of exactly where they'd begin. Cloudpaw continued walking deeper into the trees, slow and steady. He stopped abruptly, sensing small vibrations and far off rustling noises. "Keep low and move slow. Silence is a necessity from now on," he whispered, his dark green eyes locking with hers', full of intense seriousness. Immediately, he continued, lifting every paw slowly and calculating its' landing point, making sure not to snap any twigs or turn over any leaves. The young tom's body hung low, almost scraping the forest floor. His large, sensitive ears twitched, flicking every which way, recording tiny sounds other cats usually ignored. The morning dew that rolled off the nearby bush leaves and dropped down to the damp, last season dead leaves that hadn't been decomposed fully made small pattering noises every long moment he took to move forward through the woods. A pair of sparrows were busily collecting dead twigs in the tree top above them, minding their own business, strangely quiet in their work. Cloudpaw's eyes trailed through the underbrush, picking up old trails of small prey that had been active in the early morning. Muscles aching with anticipation, his lungs filled with the morning air, detecting the familiar scent of mouse pelt. Halting just five feet from the fat trunk of an old hickory tree, he heard the mouse scuttle just out of sight behind a large, surfacing root. He gave Daisypaw a look of stern confidence, signaling her with his tail to stay put. This mouse was his go. Turning his attention back to the unsuspecting mouse, Cloudpaw closed the distance with agonizingly small steps. Finally at the base of the tree, the tom readied himself for the pounce. Wait... The mouse suddenly stopped in its' tracks, sensing something was wrong. Cloudpaw stood his ground, his body as stiff as the trunck of the tree. After a frightening moment that seemed like forever, the mouse continued in its' work of search for food. All in a flash, the white cat sprang on the rodent, trapping the mouse in his claws. The animal didn't have time to make a sound before Cloudpaw held its' lifeless body in his jaws. He showed Daisypaw his kill, forcing back a grin of joy. Without a word, he buried the mouse right where it had been searching for food under the tree.
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