If we don't help ourselves, we'll fall, I find no comfort in this world
Stormwhisker
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27 moons
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Warrior
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Hetero
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Tom
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11 ATK
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11 DEF
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13 SPD
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11 END
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12 AGI
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11 INT
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Titleless
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Played by pyrite
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WindClan
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Post by Stormwhisker on Jun 23, 2014 13:11:52 GMT -4
[presto]  WORD COUNT: 235 MUSE: icky MUSIC: none NOTES: apologize for the wait, weekends are horribly busy for me :33 TAGGED: @cherryfrost[/presto] Stormwhisker Stormwhisker was a little nervous. He had just received his first apprentice, Cherrypaw. He couldn't help but worry that he might mess up. Her future was in his claws. It set him on edge. But he found solace in the fact that he was chosen because he was trusted. He told himself that he could handle it. Almost every warrior trained an apprentice at some point. He should take pride in it. He tried, but he kept selling himself short and was still a little worried. Did all new mentors feel this distress?
At the thought of Cherrypaw, and what she had endured, he felt guilty. His own problems seemed miniscule and petty compared to her life. He couldn't imagine life without his siblings. Her survival was against all odds. The kits were slaughtered mercilessly. Yet Cherrypaw was still here. It was sheer luck, but it didn't matter. She lived through the ordeal. It was important. She was important. But she still had to train.
It was almost dawn, though the sun was mostly blocked out by thick gray clouds. He wondered if it would rain. He hoped not. It would greatly interfere with hunting. But weather was always a factor, and one that a warrior had to learn to work around. He poked his head into the apprentice den. "Cherrypaw. It's time to go."
He retracted from the den, waiting patiently for the apprentice.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2014 20:24:05 GMT -4
It was a flurry of brown fur and sharp, hind claws. Sod flew in every direction. A flash of white; a hare's tail. After it! Catch it! Lush green, as vibrant as a sun-kissed meadow, rising up all around. On it's trail, like a hungry hawk. Faster, faster! A white blur, the paw of a cat, reaching out to hook around powerful hind legs. Trip it, stagger it. Bring it down! So close now; brown filled all view. The cry of the rabbit, knowing it's end is near. It turns, last effort to get away. White paws strike, holding it with claws buried in bunched muscle. So close now. it turns it's head. Brown, wide, beady eyes look back toward the danger. Fear in those eyes. A laugh, as shrill as a bird's screech. Pain hits the ears, dulls the mind. Dizzy, so dizzy. Eyes looking back. Not brown; yellow.
Angry. Yellow. Crazed.
Cat eyes.
A hard nudge in her side woke Cherrypaw from her fitful slumber. The slender apprentice pulled her tail tighter around her flanks. She covered her red muzzle with a paw, and yawned. The nudge came again, more urgent this time. She hissed, lashing her tail. "The camp better be on fire," the young cat growled. "No, mousebrain. Get up! Your mentor's out there. He's waiting for you." Her fellow apprentice sounded as ticked as she was. When Cherrypaw didn't budge, she shoved her. The she-cat was up on her feet with claws out an hovered dangerously over the other cat. With a flick of her whiskers, she drew back. "Sorry. Just.. Sorry." The other apprentice was staring up at her with wide eyes. "Jeez, Cherrypaw? What's gotten into you?" She flinched, backing away. Remembering her mentor, she hurried out through the mouth of the den, but not before calling another 'sorry' over her shoulder.
Standing out in the thin light of the early morning, the little cat couldn't stifle another huge yawn. She reflectively arched her back, pulling her rear up while pushing her front legs out in front of her in a great stretch that ended with her reversing it and sticking her hind legs out behind her one after the other. She flexed her claws, sinking them into the soft dirt of the WindClan camp. Those same claws she nearly used on her denmate. Great StarClan, what was wrong with her? It was only a dream; time to grow up.
She blinked up at the dark sky, only now turning a pale shade of blue as the sun started to rise. There were clouds in the sky. A little part of her hoped it would rain so she could run through the sheets of water as they poured over the moors. She turned her baby blue eyes on the warrior who was waiting on her. "Aw, Stormwhisker. It's not even morning yet, why'd you wake me up? I was going to hunt a rabbit," she complained, scraping at the earth with her front claws.  |
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If we don't help ourselves, we'll fall, I find no comfort in this world
Stormwhisker
51
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27 moons
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Warrior
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Hetero
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Tom
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11 ATK
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11 DEF
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13 SPD
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11 END
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12 AGI
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11 INT
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Titleless
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Played by pyrite
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WindClan
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Post by Stormwhisker on Jun 26, 2014 13:54:14 GMT -4
[presto] WORD COUNT: 275 MUSE: super low MUSIC: icarus - bastille NOTES: ugh short, sorry TAGGED: @cherryfrost[/presto] Stormwhisker Stormwhisker was sitting close enough to the den to hear the stirring of the other apprentices and Cherrypaw snap. Her harshness startled him. He wasn't quite sure what to think of her outburst, though hearing her apology to the other apprentice made him feel a bit better. He tried to displace the thought, but it bothered him. What sort of cat was Cherrypaw? Stormwhisker didn't spend much time around the younger members of the clan, so he wouldn't know. He wondered if he should.
He pulled himself from those unimportant thoughts. He needed to focus on training. Having never trained anyone before, he was a bit jittery. He told himself to relax. He would be fine. He didn't feel it, but he told it to himself anyway.
"We have a lot to do today. We don't have time to waste, or we'll be out until nightfall." He sounded more confident than he felt. Stormwhisker knew they wouldn't be hunting that late, but it sounded okay. He thought. He hated how often he second guessed himself. "I suppose you go back to sleep and dream about hunting rabbits, or you try your luck at catching some real ones."
"You should eat something. I'm going to, then we can leave." Stormwhisker nodded at her, before turning towards the freshkill pile. He chose something small, a thrush. He didn't like to eat heavy before hunting. He tucked into his meal, and kept an eye on Cherrypaw, curious as to whether she would take his advice. He ate quickly, and took care of the remains of his meal. Stormwhisker, contently full and ready to hunt, padded towards the exit.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2014 15:38:39 GMT -4
The young cat gazed down at her white paws. The slope of her toes, the curve of her claw as it sunk into the peaty earth. She pulled her paw back, raking her claws and leaving narrow grooves behind. Her mind wandered, dreaming of the moors and the tasty rabbits found there. Her belly growled, and the she-cat sat back on her haunches with her banded tail placed neatly over her front paws. The apprentice looked up at her mentor, while the tom spoke. She flicked her ear, feeling irritable. If they'd be out so long, why not wake up the other lazy cats in the camp and have them to a lick of work? If she had to be up so early, why did they get to sleep? Almost voicing this, she pulled her lips back moments before he mentioned hunting.
At that, she clamped her mouth shut and her tail flicked out behind her in excitement. She was on her paws before he could finish his sentence. Her first hunt! Her mind buzzed like a thousand tiny bees, so much so that she didn't notice her mentor had left her. For a panicked second, she thought he left without her. Her eyes shot to the entrance of the camp only to see him heading to the fresh kill pile. She hesitated, feeling more impatient than hungry. After a few heartbeats, she padded after her mentor.
Cherrypaw waited patiently for him to drag out a thrush. The feathers scraped at the ground and the musky smell of the bird was unappealing. How cats could eat those was beyond her. Instead, she pawed through the pile until she came upon a field mouse. It wasn't a rabbit, but it would do. Bending down, she clasp the skinny tail in her teeth and backed away.
It may come as a surprise for Stormwhisker, but she hurried over to where he lay with his meal and sat beside him. Their pelts practically touched as she set her mouse down and tucked her paws under her. Eating in silence, she bit into the rodent and in a few quick bites, only a tail remained. She was just starting to gnaw on it when the tom rose and headed off up the hill. Hurrying, she practically gulped the tail down, twitching her whiskers at the tickle that slid down her throat, and rushed out after him. As she caught up with him, she followed in step just behind him. "Where are we hunting?" |
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If we don't help ourselves, we'll fall, I find no comfort in this world
Stormwhisker
51
POSTS
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27 moons
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Warrior
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Hetero
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Tom
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11 ATK
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11 DEF
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13 SPD
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11 END
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12 AGI
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11 INT
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Titleless
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Played by pyrite
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WindClan
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Post by Stormwhisker on Jul 1, 2014 1:07:21 GMT -4
[presto] WORD COUNT: 400 MUSE: high-ish MUSIC: owl city NOTES: on my iPod so sorry for mistakes! TAGGED: @cherryfrost [/presto] Stormwhisker He noticed a shift in her attitude as soon as he mentioned hunting. Stormwhisker was pleased that she seemed to trust his guidance. It gave him a slight confidence boost. Maybe training an apprentice wasn't as difficult as he foresaw. Maybe it was a natural thing, to teach the young to survive. It shouldn't be hard to nurture the instincts already in place. All cats possessed the basics in their mind and soul, even kittypets had some sense as how to hunt. Even the smallest kits knew the hardwired movements of crouching and pouncing. It was a thought, a realization that maybe mentors were less of a teacher and more of a guide. This was a nice epiphany. It settled some of his discomfort. It was a pleasant feeling, to loose a fraction of the worries that plagued him. He wished he could feel it more.
Stormwhisker kept an even pace, hardly slowing down for Cherrypaw. He was Windclan down to the bone, and he knew that he would want to be nowhere else. He loved the wide open plains and the scent of heather.
"The moor." He said in a matter of fact manner. He waited a moment, giving a tentative glance towards her. He didn't know if she expected or wanted more information. Stormwhisker was better at listening. He could listen to his siblings and Morningbird talk forever, not bothered if he got to speak or not. But silence wasn't a good approach towards mentoring. So he freed his tongue and gave more elaboration on the selection of territory. "There are plenty of rabbits in the moor, if you are patient enough to find them and fast enough to catch them. There is plenty of space to practice."
The sun was just peeking over the horizon, it's rays filtering through the clouds, spilling faint light over the plains. It showed just how vast Windclan was. Though he spent little time in the other territories, he thought Windclan seemed largest. It felt barren and more spacious with the absence of forest. It made it a real test of a hunter to find prey in the land with the scents blowing around. Stormwhisker came to a halt. Here seemed as good of a spot as any. "Now, Cherrypaw, go ahead and check for scents. We are looking for rabbits, but go ahead and tell me what you smell."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2014 2:31:32 GMT -4
Cherrypaw ● Apprentice of WindClan ● prose | dialog ●
The apprentice raced along behind her mentor. Her WindClan blood pumped in her ears, a dull thudding sound, as Cherrypaw kept pace with him. Each foot-fall hit the grass, kicking up tendrils of grass and dirt behind her as she sped across the hills. While they ran, she couldn't help but keep looking out toward the ThunderClan territory. The expanse of forest lay far beyond them, and wasn't their destination, much to her dismay. What if they chose this morning to launch an attack? If cats weren't there day and night to keep watch, those fox-pelts could come onto the moors and finish what they'd started nearly a moon ago.
Instead, as she turned along with Stormwhisker toward the heart of the moors, she felt a rising sense of panic and dread. How could she keep track of the border with all the hills in the way? She'd nearly missed what her mentor said, but hearing the word 'rabbit' brought her back to the task at hand. Slowing, she stood facing her mentor, tail twitching with excitement. "Bet I'll get a giant rabbit! Bigger than you, Stormwhisker," she let out a mrrow.
At his behest, she opened her jaws and drew a few long gulps of air over her tongue. Tasting the air brought traces of gorse, heather, the sweet tang of wildflowers, but no prey. Discouraged, she closed her mouth and relied solely on her sensitive nose. With her snout pointed skywards, she sniffed. Still nothing but plants. Cherrypaw flicked her whiskers. She stepped away from the older tom, sniffing the air as she did so. Still the same thing. She let out a hiss. Turning to face her mentor, her ears pulled back. "There's nothing out here! Everything's hiding away. It's probably too early." It's like he wanted her to fail, bringing her to this place where there wasn't even a mouse hiding among the grass. What a waste of time.
She turned back to tell him so when the wind shifted. Something different tickled her nose. She paused, scenting for a moment. Her ears perked, the she-cat crouched down but didn't move. Feeling nervous now that she was faced with a potential target, she practically whispered. "There's something, but I don't know for sure. Shrew maybe? Just over there. What do I do? Do I pounce?" Her voice seemed panicked near the end, picking up on the anxiety that coursed through her like wildfire.
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