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Post by deJENerate on Mar 24, 2012 11:39:05 GMT -5
`Keep your hopes up highand your head down low [/color] ;;[/font][/size][/right] Light scattered over the surface of the water, sending broken shafts of sunlight into the forest. The overpowering, disgusting stench of the Thunderpath clung to his pelt because of his previous close proximity. Steady eyes scoured the ground for a quick meal. A small but chubby she-rat foraged in the fallen pine needles close by, tiny whiskers twitching with her sniffing efforts. Suddenly, the rodent stood erect, eyes wide with terror. She turned her head side to side, searching for the obvious danger she felt. The creature took off towards a burrow close to the bank, but was cut off by a monster. She was flung into the air, tail swishing for balance or anything. She slammed into the ground hard, dazed for a blindingly frightening few seconds. A flash of ginger fur was the last thing she saw before her attacker ended her life. Don't play with your food, Sunny, his raiser's warm voice flowed through his mind. He audibly growled, still angry with his "mother's" deception of his entire being. 'That was the past, though. I must move on,' he told himself.
In his semi-unconscious state, the brute had accidentally pierced the prey with his ultra sharp claws. Crimson fluid oozed from the marks and stained his white paws. He hung his head, deliberating. He didn't want to bring this bloody excuse for a meal back to the Clan and identify his anger issues, but he didn't want to keep it from them either. As he was deciding, he silently sent up a prayer of gratitude to StarClan for this life. His belly growled hungrily after tasting the rat's juicy flesh. Instinct won over and he crouched to ravenously tear into his catch. A torn vein sloshed a load of uncoagulated blood onto his mouth and paws. He placed a paw over the culprit in attempt to prevent making a larger mess.
After finishing, the tom licked his jaws and scraped dirt over the remains. Blood-stained paws led him to the water's edge. He lowered himself, thoroughly cleaning his forepaws. The large ginger and white tom stepped back, receded to his haunches, and began licking the excess moisture from his anterior limbs. A fierce golden-green gaze settled on the water's surface. The tom fondly admired the familiar looks and sounds of the liquid flowing over the stones in the stream. Small groups of needles swirled in in miniature whirlpools caused by the unlevel rocks.
A flame-colored head shook violently from one side to the other, throwing away the starstruck look he no doubt had. 'If they saw you looking at the stream like this, they'd think you belonged to RiverClan,' he scolded himself. He gave one last longing stare at the water and turned to leave. He gave the roaring Thunderpath a wide girth as he headed back to camp. A crack of a twig stopped him. His fluffy orange bodice swirled to face the general direction of the sound. Mouth open, receiving a strong cat scent, though he wasn't entirely sure who it was. "Hello? Who's there?" he asked into the forest, not sure how much the cat had seen.
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Post by Marionette on Mar 24, 2012 18:48:22 GMT -5
Copperpaw probably shouldn't have wandered so far out of the camp. He couldn't help that he desperately wanted to explore their clan's territory, could he? He was young and this sort of behavior was practically expected of him, right? He nodded to himself, content once more to wander further out from the camp. Movement on the ground ahead of him caught his attention. It was a solitary ant, probably headed back to its hole. Feeling a little more excited at the prospect of practice, Copperpaw followed the ant, careful to keep some distance, as if it was a rat that would run if it noticed him. Finally though he stopped and crouched like he saw some of the older, mentored apprentices practicing sometimes. For a second he managed to hold himself entirely still and then he pounced.
Once the little cloud of dust he had kicked up when he leaped settled, he could see that he had missed the ant. It was a little ahead of him and he wasted no time straightening up and following the little insect. The young apprentice paid no attention to his surroundings as he followed the ant, occasionally pouncing on it and missing. It wasn't until he felt a distinct vibration beneath his paws that he started to pay attention to where he was at all. The Thunderpath! He may be curious, but he really didn't want anything to do with that place. Turning around, Copperpaw froze when a branch snapped beneath his paw, the very air feeling still, and a voice split the resounding silence. Immediately a guilty look flashed in his eyes. The last thing he wanted was to get caught so close to the Thunderpath, by anyone.
Maybe if he was silent and very still, whoever it was would go away.
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Post by deJENerate on Mar 25, 2012 16:14:41 GMT -5
`Keep your hopes up highand your head down low [/color] ;;[/font][/size][/right] "Hello?" he repeated into the thick forest. Snorting from the rancid stench of the Thunderpath's hard, burning flesh. Small pieces of nasty grit showered onto Sundance's pelt. He scowled up at the foul beast that sprayed him. Suppressing an annoyed hiss, Sundance turned his attention back to the newcomer. He scented cat, most likely ShadowClan. Considering the portion of scents that the Thunderpath masked, the tom had to rely on his other senses more heavily than usual. Ears stood erect, attempting to catch all the sounds before another monster roared past. He began to pick up a faint shaking. Intrigued, Sundance padded into the forest towards the noise. The smell of fear scent tickled his nose, and immediately he figured an apprentice had ventured away from camp alone and far out of its comfort zone.
Carefully, Sundance picked his way silently closer. The precision of where and when he placed his paws was extraordinary; he was like a ghost. While not making a single sound, the deputy pinpointed the frightened cat's position and crept very near. "You sound like a rattlesnake," Sundance stated nonchalantly while stepping out into view. "If you're going to hide, do it quietly." He advised the ShadowClan apprentice. The ginger and white cat sat down and placed his tail neatly across his paws. "What are you doing so far from camp, Copperpaw?" asked the tom. He patiently licked his paw and drew it over his ear. Hopefully the young cat had a viable reason as to why he was out. Otherwise, there might be some extra chores in his near future. [/blockquote][/justify][/color][/size][/font] |
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Post by Marionette on Apr 5, 2012 19:36:47 GMT -5
Copperpaw was very aware of the tension squeezing his heart fit to burst. At the same time panic was thrumming through his veins at the thought that he had been caught out here. Even seasoned warriors seemed to be reluctant to venture anywhere close to the Thunderpath. It made sense of course. He had heard the stories, of cats being flattened the second they placed on paw on it. It wasn't something he wanted to experience for himself. His exploring had gotten a little out of hand is all and he definitely didn't want to be punished for his curiosity. He already got in enough trouble for it just wandering around camp.
"Hello?"
He tensed further if that was even possible at the voice. It was vaguely familiar and considering the territory it was probably a fellow clan member. He tried to wrack his brain for why it was so familiar but his panic clouded his mind. Copperpaw unthinkingly crouched lower, belly fur brushing the ground. Maybe if he was thinking clearer he would have run, but such was the curse of being an apprentice, the instinct to freeze hadn't exactly been knocked out of him with training. It was an impulse still well and alive. He could only wait in dread as the other cat approached him.
Copperpaw stared stunned as the clan's deputy stepped into sight. He stared at the older cat with wide frightened eyes. He gulped and straightened from his crouch, trying pushing his fear to the back of his mind. It was working somewhat as his eyes reduced back to their normal size and his breathing forcefully evened out. At the admonishment he did his best to stop his shaking, not that he was very successful at it.
"Um, I was . . . practicing my pouncing," he answered with distinctly more confidence then he presently felt. "I . . . I'm an apprentice after all. What are you doing out here?" It was probably a bad idea to question a superior, but Copperpaw always let his curiosity get the best of him.
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