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Post by Silverstar on Jun 19, 2012 16:43:46 GMT -5
Silverstar waited at the enterance for her apprentice. For once she had taken in an apprentice from the fact that Foresthawk was too busy to train, Lionpaw became her apprentice.
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Post by Loinfire on Jun 21, 2012 15:59:25 GMT -5
The young apprentice approached the grey she-cat on deft paws, at such a relaxed pace his limb was barely noticeable and the ginger-furred tom ducked his head slightly in greeting. It seemed that since the very first time he’d opened his eyes he couldn’t wait to learn and explore, now he finally had the opportunity to traverse away from camp.
“What will you be teaching me today?” Lionpaw asked his leader curiously.
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Post by Silverstar on Jun 21, 2012 16:17:22 GMT -5
"You will first see the borders, then we will move on to hunting." Silverstar explained. She began to walk out of camp. Then into the direction of the Darkclan border.
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Post by Loinfire on Jun 22, 2012 4:19:42 GMT -5
The orange-furred tom followed his leader sedately, taking the time to observe his surroundings as they left camp. Whilst he’d been out of camp before, this was the first time he was actually allowed to do it, somehow that made it slightly less exciting but he would definitely be going further than he’d ever gone before.
Noticing that the tree’s had begun to change shape, their branches lowering and the scent of DuskClan had become even stronger as if to prove a point, there was another scent, as equally strong, but Lionpaw couldn’t quite identify. It wasn’t a scent he’d ever smelt before.
“Where are we?” He asked Silverstar, Lionpaw had realised they were at a border, that much was obvious, however unable to put a name to the other scent he’d given in and asked his leader.
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Post by Silverstar on Jun 22, 2012 17:43:59 GMT -5
'We are near the Darkclan border." Silverstar meowed. She lead Lionpaw to the border.
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Post by Loinfire on Jun 23, 2012 3:45:22 GMT -5
“Wow. So there are other cats over there?” He asked curiously, noting the low branched trees and strange liquid-like soil which emitted a pungent scent. They were so close, yet surely their lifestyle must be completely different, down to the prey they ate and the dens they built. “DarkClan.” He mewed quietly, trying to link the scent with the name.
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Post by Silverstar on Jun 23, 2012 7:43:21 GMT -5
"Yes that is currect, We also border with Dawnclan, the clan we don't border with is Streamclan." Silverstar explained. She began to walk towards the Dawnclan border.
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Post by Loinfire on Jun 25, 2012 14:16:57 GMT -5
Lionpaw turned his shrewd gaze to his leader, once again sniffing carefully to absorb the strange scent of another Clan. “There are four?” He whispered to himself, almost in amazement but there was a bitter edge to his voice.
He followed Silverstar at a steady pace, every other pawprint he would turn his head and gaze back over at the mysterious DarkClan. “Does NightClan bless them to?” The orange-furred apprentice asked his mentor coldly.
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Post by Silverstar on Jun 25, 2012 16:13:31 GMT -5
"Nightclan watches all the Clans." Silverstar explained as they walked.
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Post by Loinfire on Jun 26, 2012 8:09:28 GMT -5
“Oh.” He mewed.
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Post by Silverstar on Jun 27, 2012 10:23:06 GMT -5
"Here is the Dawnclan border." Silverstar meowed.
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Post by Loinfire on Jun 28, 2012 2:59:30 GMT -5
The apprentice considered her words carefully, NightClan watched over the four Clans, StreamClan, DawnClan and DarkClan as well as DuskClan. “Then why do they let us fight? ” He demanded sharply, the fur on his neck rising with unease. “If they watch and guide us all, then why are we four and not one? ” The young tom had learnt about the war between the Clans that had led to the deaths of many cats from the gossip of idle warriors.
He stopped in the middle of his next step, his paw dangling uselessly in the air as a thought suddenly hit him. NightClan were selfish, he knew why they let them fight, NightClan wished to expand, through death they received more warriors.
Lionpaw lifted his head in determination, he would train hard, he would become a warrior and maybe one day he would destroy NightClan.
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Post by Silverstar on Jun 28, 2012 9:10:30 GMT -5
"The Clans were dicided years ago, rouges and loners made groups. They became a Clan. It was believe NightClan was to guide all cats. The Clan split, into three other because every cat couldn't live in the one camp. So they split into four. PineClan is an outside Clan." Silverstar explained. She looked out at the DawnClan territory. So flat, but not lifless.
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Post by Loinfire on Jun 29, 2012 13:14:02 GMT -5
The indignant tom followed his leaders gaze, taking in the sight before him, the landscape stretched forwards, a blank expanse. A few DawnClan warriors could be spotted here and there, the plain did little to shield them from view.
“Is it fair?” He asked Silverstar, his voice was careful, hesitant almost, he knew that the topics he’d begun to breach on weren’t safe, who was he to question NightClan and the Warrior Code? “We’re equals right? In the eyes of NightClan.” Lionpaw explained rhetorically, quickly beginning his next sentence before his leader had a chance to respond. “Then, how come we don’t live equally?” He kept his eyes pinned to DawnClan territory. “It’s obvious that our prey, that our territories and our supplies, they’re all different, DarkClan, DawnClan and DuskClan.”
The young cat turned to face his leader once more. “Is that equal?” He questioned desperately.
OOC: I’d like to point out, because it’s been bugging me for a while, it’s spelt rogue not rouge. This misspelling features on the site quite a lot and I just thought I’d let you know.
[/u] Rouge[li]A red or pink cosmetic for colouring the cheeks or lips. [/li][li]To put rouge onto: rouged her cheeks. [/li][li]To colour or prettify as if with a facial cosmetic: "Their job is to rouge up the war . . . to turn the horror into cheering press releases" (Richard Corliss). Rogue[/li][li]A dishonest or unprincipled man. [/li][li]Remove inferior or defective plants or seedlings from (a crop).[/li][/ul] [/color] |
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Post by Silverstar on Jun 30, 2012 8:51:14 GMT -5
"Only in the eyes of NightClan it seems, but when you live a life here it seems almost no one is equal outside your camp." Silverstar meowed.
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Post by Loinfire on Jul 1, 2012 14:44:16 GMT -5
The lithe orange-furred tom dragged his eyes away from DawnClan to face his leader, his adopted mother had taught him better than that, it was rude not to face those who were addressing you, especially if they were of a much senior position.
He considered Silverstar’s words carefully and his curiosity almost got the better of him but in the end he bit his tongue to keep silent. “We’ve seen the borders, right?” Lionpaw murmured eventually. “What’s next?”
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Post by Silverstar on Jul 2, 2012 17:07:32 GMT -5
"It is time you learned to hunt." Silverstar meowed. "Now watch me." Silverstar meowed again. She went into a hunting crouch keeping her tail low. She saw a stick for pratice. She crawled a little then pronced onto the stick. It snapped after she bit it. She grabbed another stick. "This is your prey. It is a mouse." Silverstar meowed backing away.
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Post by Loinfire on Jul 10, 2012 13:27:37 GMT -5
 Lionpaw watched his leader carefully, admiring her skill as she quickly caught her ‘prey’, he memorised her movements, noting the difference between what she was showing him and his poor attempts at hunting beetles in the camp as a kit.
The scent of the stick was completely different from that of a prey, and the fact that it remained completely stationary in the windless day meant that the young apprentice struggled to pretend that this was in fact prey. If he were a warrior this would be real prey, a mouse or a vole and his whole Clan would be depending on him to catch it sufficiently to bring back to the fresh kill pile, especially in the current draught which had left prey scarce.
But his Clan wasn’t depending on him and as he lowered his body into a crouch the ridiculousness of his position left him feeling mortified, for a small moment he resented his leader, but she too had put herself in this degrading position and her reputation was under much more scrutiny then his.
Lionpaw’s muscles bunched as he prepared himself to leap forwards, and with a careful snap his jaws closed around the twig. Bark filled his mouth, a foul taste, however he kept it clamped in his jaws, lifting his head to clearly display it to his leader, a trophy of his success.
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Post by Silverstar on Jul 10, 2012 16:16:21 GMT -5
"Good. Now lets try with real prey, then we will head for camp. You can try on two. Okay." Silverstar meowed. Her grey fur was already groomed and she was up a try to watch Lionpaw try to caught his prey.
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Post by Loinfire on Jul 13, 2012 15:00:10 GMT -5
Lionpaw startled at his mentor’s words. So soon? He quickly cast his gaze about, surely every prey item in the immediate area had been scared off by their voices and practice, even if they hadn’t the drought had left prey scarce.
The young tom started forwards trying to minimise the sounds of his pawsteps, it was difficult as the leaves had been starved in the drought, weak they’d fallen to the branches, a brown crunchy carpet which only highlighted the sound of the predators stalking through the forest. Lionpaw kept his body low and tried the best to avoid the fallen leaves.
Suddenly a scent wafted his way and his ears pricked in acknowledgement, determined to prove himself to his leader he crept forwards slowly. Slinking through the undergrowth he neared his prey until the scent was so close he could almost taste the soft flesh of vole beneath his teeth.
Tensing his muscles he prepared for the catch, with quick movements he pounced, with a sound not much different from the roar of thunder a leaf crunched beneath his paw and the vole was off.
Not willing to lose out to his prey Lionpaw took off after the small creature, even though he knew his efforts would bear no fruit.
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