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Post by Kellzfire on Jan 23, 2013 23:57:32 GMT -5
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(( ooc - if anyone likes, feel free to jump in c: We'll go in order as to who hops on ))
A young, dark grey apprentice lie at the edge of the Aspen Clan camp, paw dangling from one of the entrance steps. His posture read bored which could not be any truer. Wildpaw was indeed bored and itched for some kind of adventure. The cold season seemed to clow things down amongst the clan, unfortunetly this did not include the usual snobby banter that came from most Aspen Clanners' maws. No harsh disaster or violent threat would keep these cats from finding a way to talk about themselves. In fact Wildpaw would be doing the same, gloating in fact, if only he had someone around to listen. Normally he would have been up early for some secretive apprentice competitions which he had grown accustomed to partaking in but this morning was different. It seemed every mentor had agreed on this day inparticular to go on some training detail; every mentor except Wildpaw's. Silverwren had much bigger duties of her own to take care off, wo why bother with an overzelous apprentice such as Wildpaw?
Teal eyes rolled lazily as a sigh left his lips in the form of a small cloud, disappearing slowly into the frosty air. He looked to his limp, lazily outstretched forelimbs. The cuts from his near death experience down the gorge were healing nicely. If it weren't for that young young Tidal Clan apprentice he would have been dead. Lucky for him though he had lived to witness such a boring day. The sun peaked just below the tree line which rested too far above for the lazy Wildpaw to look, but the warm felt nice upon his back, so nice in fact he merely closed his eyes and twitched his small bob tail in amusement.
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Post by Jay on Jan 24, 2013 0:12:51 GMT -5
With a stretch of her brown and golden legs, Wasppaw woke from her slumber. She'd slept in.. darn!
But this odd-pelted she-cat didn't mind.
"Firestrike can go train herself, because I know all ther is to know." She scoffed before padding out of the den to feel the chill of the air piece through her short fur. But she didn't shiver. She just kept on trotting through the camp and to the very small fresh-kill pile. Without a moments hesitation Wasppaw grabbed a mouse, which was the best looking prey out of the four remaining peices from the last hunt.
She looked around the camp to find a place to sit, and she spotted her den-mate, Wildpaw sitting alone by the entrence of the camp. With her head up high, she padded over the gray and brown tom. When she was standing in front of him she placed the mouse at his paws and asked abruptly, "Wanna share this with me?"
She never usually shared her prey, but she decided this would be an exception. She wasnt too hungry anyways, but she didnt eat the night before so she had to keep her strength up, especially during such a harsh leafbare.
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Post by Allizia on Jan 24, 2013 0:30:15 GMT -5
Eyes narrowed, the firey tabby paced back and forth in front of AspenClan's camp. She had been waiting for that apprentice since sun-rise, and she had yet to show. Growling in irritation, the warrior moved into the camp and looked around. Spotting the apprentice den, she padded over to ir but before she could peer inside, she caught the prideful voice of the same apprentice she had been waiting for. Ducking back, she flattened her ears as Wasp-paw's words rang in them, and she sneered. All there is to know, eh? Amused, she waited until the apprentice had stopped, mouse in her jaws, and slowly padded over.
It was cold, and her thick pelt was well suited for the weather. She may not like the cold seasons, but she was one of the few who still performed 100% under that type of temperatures. And as such, she sought to take her apprentice, whenever she had one, out as often as possible. She stopped a tail length from the two apprentices. She shot a glare at Wasp-paw, wondering if the she-cat knew she had heard the words that had been uttered by the ill-mannered cat. "Well, looks liek you two have some free time. Would you two care to go out for a hunting lesson? Wildpaw, you can join us until Silverwren is available for training." |
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Post by owlflight on Jan 24, 2013 18:16:42 GMT -5
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Robinflight's ear twitched as she heard a cat mention hunting. Looking over to the small group of cats she lifted her head, "want to make it a hunting patrol? I can join you, Cloverpaw's off cleaning the elders den for now so I have nothing better to do" Part of her shy personality made her send a silent prayer to starclan that they didn't mind her butting into there conversation, but she forced the insecurity away because she knew how pointless it was. what's done is done, you said something so just roll with it she thought and looked at the other cats, waiting for a reaction.
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