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Post by rainfur on Feb 14, 2009 14:08:16 GMT -8
XXDesertthornXX
A sandy colored pelt appeared out of the warrior's den. His hard cold blue eyes looked across the clearing. His nose twitched at the nearby scent. It was the freshkill pile, which was now stocked up more than normal. His stomach growled in offense of the food in front of him. He knew he had everything done that he needed to do today. He padded toward the pile, picking out his a frog. Frogs were considered his favorite meal becuase of the tough skin. His teeth was so sharp that it cut it like butter. He nawed on the frog and started to think on how he got into the clan. Original, he didn't think much of the clan life. He didn't like having duties and hunting and protecting, but he was in fear of when he grew old. The cats took care of the elders well here. He couldnt' refuse such an offer.
Sometimes he had to wonder if he was born a rouge. He was truely convinced until he arrived in Freeclan. Before, he knew of the clans and scoffed at the idea. Now, once he joined, he knew that sometimes cats would become mates with rouges. He had to wonder if his father was a clanborn. Or if his mother was a clanborn and left the clans because she was having kits or something. His life he considered a mystery. He couldn't explain why, but ever since he met Silverwalk, a now dead she-cat of the stars, his life had been flipped around and upside down.
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Post by Gingerstar on Feb 14, 2009 23:04:44 GMT -8
Gingerstar yawned and woke up. She stared out of her den and saw Desertthorn. She smiled as she watched the tom sniff around the fresh-kill pile. Gingerstar stood and stretched her ginger pelt and left her den. She joined the tom and said, "Are you up for some hunting Desertthorn? Or would you rather patrol? Either way you pick the cats and lead them to whereever your going and what your doing." Gingerstar purred at the tom and knew his history... sort of. She knew the tom's mother had been Clanborn, but his father was not. She also knew that the tom was still a little apprehensive about being in a Clan. Gingerstar felt that if she let Desertthorn lead enough patrols and hunting parties and mentored an apprentice or two then he would feel a little more settled in the camp. If he wasn't then Gingerstar would always allow Desertthorn into the camp should he feel like he missed some of his friends.
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Post by rainfur on Feb 15, 2009 10:41:44 GMT -8
XXDesertthornXX
He heard a voice from above him. He took one more quick bite of his frog before seeing the fimilar face. He smiled at the leader of Freeclan, Gingerstar. He respected Gingerstar greatly, which was a rare deal for him. Desertthorn didn't respect anyone except the leader and the elders. Not even the deputy earned his respect. Gingerstar was kind enough to let a rouge join the clan, and for that, Desertthorn thanked her. He thought of doing some sort of patrol. He would rather do a border patrol, since he was terrible at hunting. He always hunted alone so he wasn't embarrassed by any of his clanmates that thought it was funny at his poor hunting skills.
Still, he needed the practice, and the leader was advicing he go on a hunting patrol. "I think most cats are out of camp, but whoever wants to go on a hunting patrol with me can." He told the leader. He silently wondered if he should invit Gingerstar to go. She probably had better things to do than to hunt, but what was the worst she could do. Not a picture I'm willing to cast. he added to himself. "Would you like to go on a patrol?" He asked. He tried to put all the worst things she could say or do at the back of his mind. He didn't need that picture in his head after what has been through.
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Post by Gingerstar on Feb 15, 2009 17:10:23 GMT -8
Gingerstar's eyes sparkled, "I will join you. I haven't had this much since I was a warrior. I rarely get out much these days because of my duties as leaders. Let me get Ivypaw. She's around here somewhere." The leader turned and called for her daughter who quickly appeared from the Apprentice Den. Gingerstar beckoned the young she-cat over and said, "Oh by-the-way. Desertthorn this is just a question so you don't have to accept. How would you feel on mentoring Ivypaw? She's a good cat and a good listener."
Ivypaw was washing her pelt when she heard her mother's call. She leapt up and rushed out of the den. She saw her mother beckon her over and she approached wareily. Her mother was accepting to rouges and loners, but Ivypaw was still cautious. When Desertthorn was asked to mentor Ivypaw a spark of hope flared inside the apprentice. If the rogue said yes then she would do all she could to respect him and listen to him. She was an apprentice and that gave her the right to be difficult at times, but normally she was gentle and paitent.
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Post by eclipsestar on Feb 16, 2009 22:37:38 GMT -8
A small tortioushell and calico mixed cat with medium length hair darted forwards. She saw her mother,Gingerstar and her sister Ivypaw. She smiled coming to a skidding stop. "Heya guys, whatcha doin?!" she blurted. Parrotpaw as she was known, was not the she-cat to sit quietly and be left out. She wanted to go go go and talk tlk talk.She never liked being left out, nor did she let anyone forget it. Though she loved stories, she had a hard time sitting still and actualy listning. "Can I come?!" she begged, her eyes growing huge in a begging way. She didnt know where they were going but she refused to stay in camp while Ivypaw got to go.
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Post by Gingerstar on Feb 17, 2009 5:12:45 GMT -8
Gingerstar heard her daughter's voice and laughed, "Oh Parrotpaw. You always want to do something." Gingerstar fell silent. Her daughter was a talkative one and that could cause a problem. "You can come as long as you are quiet. We can't have you scare away the prey. Oh and please try to behave. I don't want Desertthorn thinking I can't control the apprentices let alone my own daughter." Gingerstar licked her daughter's ears affectionately saying that she was messing with her daughter, but not relenting on the behaving part.
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Post by eclipsestar on Feb 17, 2009 9:31:37 GMT -8
Parrotpaw smiled and jumped up. "Okay I promise to behave" she said with a smile. She was a good huntress even though she loved to talk but when she was in the mood to hunt there was no apprentice quieter. Parrotpaw sat down and tryed to wait patiently but her paws began to shuffle.
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Post by Gingerstar on Feb 17, 2009 12:00:15 GMT -8
Ivypaw groaned. She and her sister were opposites and right now Ivypaw wasn't in the mood to be with her sister. The apprentice stayed close to her mother and ignored her sister.
Gingerstar heard Ivypaw's groan, "Ivypaw! You WILL get along with your sister or I will want to know the reason why." The pale ginger she-cat's eyes sparked angrily, "For that you will stay here in camp and help guard it from our enemies. Once you learn to control your unwillingness then you may join me on a hunt or patrol."
Ivypaw's eyes widened. "No! Gingerstar please let me go!"
"NO! Go to the apprentice den and stay there!"
Ivypaw whispered to her sister, "Sorry I groaned. I did want to hunt, but my emotions seem to have gotten the better of me."
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Post by eclipsestar on Feb 18, 2009 11:18:57 GMT -8
Parrotpaw nodded at her sister. She wasnt usually a rude cat, but her sister was her opposite and sometimes they didnt get along, she kept her mouth shut. "Sorry" she said as Ivypaw passed. She looked at her mom and deserthorn hopefully, she was anxious to be off.
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Post by rainfur on Feb 18, 2009 18:11:02 GMT -8
XXDesertthornXX
He found great amusment in the leader, especially now a days. Gingerstar was always having to deal with her kits and her clan. Sometimes, it made her look like a queen instead of a leader. But, if you looked at it right, technocally, a leader was like the clan's mother, making her a queen. Desertthorn shook his head, trying to prevent from confusing himself. The way he thought lately, he confused himself often, which normally made him say weird random comments out loud. He always felt so stupid when he did. He felt like he wanted to claw at himself for talking to himself.
He didn't think long about mentoring Ivypaw. He wasn't the biggest fan with apprentices, but maybe if he got his first one, he wouldn't be so sour about them. He knew Ivypaw well, and knew she was the complete opposite of her sister. Desertthorn didn't have a sibiling, and didn't know the feel of being annoyed by them. He heard Gingerstar scold her, but tried to stay out of it. It was family buisness that he didn't want to get himself into. "I will be more than happy to mentor Ivypaw." He repsonded, sounding a little happier than expected.
Maybe the reason he was so happy was that he felt like he was finally starting to belong. He felt like a giant outcast every once in a while, more times than others. This mentorship he was recieving was a sign that the leader trusted him to apprentice her daughter. That was a secret honor he wasn't willing to share outloud. He looked at Parrotpaw, finding amusment in this apprentice also. She was so full of energy and happiness. Not really what Desertthorn would ever be like, but still fun to watch, never the less.
"Do we have our team?" He asked like this was an adventure. It was an adventure. Everything was an adventure to him. Everything about the clans, the partrols, the hunting, the protecting was all a new adventure to him. Maybe not so much fighting was knew, but still. "Then lets head out." Last call for anyone else. he added to himself, looking around, expecting to find a cat popping out of nowwhere saying they wanted to join the patrol.
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Post by Gingerstar on Feb 18, 2009 20:30:45 GMT -8
Gingerstar stepped up next to Desertthorn and purred. "Thank you for accepting Ivypaw as your apprentice. As soon as we return from the hunting patrol then I will hold the apprentice ceremony. Yes Parrotpaw it will be your apprentice ceremony too. I know your both already apprentices, but you need mentors. I hope you have fun." She smiled at her daughter as she spoke those words. Parrotpaw and Ivypaw were complete opposites, but they needed to get along. Gingerstar sighed, "My son is around here somewhere. Jadepaw would want a mentor too."
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Post by eclipsestar on Feb 20, 2009 15:03:14 GMT -8
Parrotpaw jumped with excitment. "Lets hurry up and hunt!" she exclaimed jumping forwards into a head long run. She stopped in the tree's reaching a nice place usually full of prey. She stopped a ways back from it before quietly proceeding in, her ears perked for the sounds of life and scuttling the critters made.
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Post by rainfur on Feb 21, 2009 9:58:22 GMT -8
XXDesertthornXX
His head took one more long look across the clearing to see if any cat wanted to join. It didn't seem like it. Good. I hate large crowds. He grumbled in his thoughts. Still, he painted a wide smile on his face as he went with the two appretnices to hunt. He wasn 't sure to teach Ivypaw how to hunt on this patrol. He didn't even know if she already did know. He didn't know if the appretince has had another mentor before. It would make sense, considering she was Ivypaw but he still wasn't sure. Sometimes, to keep from embarrassment or staying a kit too long, the leader made a kit an appretince before they got a mentor. He couldn't imagine being over six moons and still being a helpless kit in the nursery. Talk about embarrassment.
He pushed his thoughts somewhat aside and stepped out of the camp and into the forest. He breathed deeply in, taking the scents of the forest inside of him. The image of what he smelled created an interesting picture in his mind. The deep green forest was great this time of day, when the sun stabbed the top of the trees and escaping some of it's sunlight to the earth. The sun warmed the earth on cold times such as this. Sure, it was newleaf, but there was still a chilly wind out in newleaf. He looked around for apprentice, only to remember stupidly that she had to stay in camp. Wow, your mind can be so mousebrained sometimes Desertthorn. He scolded himself. So, he didn't need to worry about Ivypaw at the moment.
He looked over at Parrotpaw, "Do you know how to hunt?" He was willing to teach Parrotpaw. He didn't think that she had a mentor to teach her either. He hoped she didn't any offended by anything of that sort.
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Post by eclipsestar on Feb 22, 2009 13:13:02 GMT -8
Parrotpaw looked at him with a raised brow but she said nothing, her ears cought the sound and she lowered, rocking her haunches, and flew into the air, the mouse heard her launch but was too slow, she landed on it, clows stabbing it and mouth quickly finishing it off. Taking it back to them she thingyed her head, dropped it and spoke,"Does that answer your question?" she asked a little thingyily. She knew he probably didnt mean to offend her but she wasnt dumb.
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Post by rainfur on Feb 23, 2009 16:39:08 GMT -8
XXDesertthorn
He watched the determind appretnice catch a mouse in order of her answer. A soft purr of amusment escaped his throat as he saw the dead mouse in her jaws. The way she proved it to him is what was most amusming. It was something that he would do. He didn't have a clue that he offended her, nor did he think of it. He just found it as a smart alick way to do it. "It does. He laughed. Then, fear of embarrassment ripped across from him, soring over his sandy colored fur. His deep blue and innocent eyes darted around for some prey.
He was quite embarrassed that the apprentice may be able to hunt better than he could. He was the expert on hunting, and he wasn't going to be one soon. His oversize body made it difficult to do such things. He was the color of the dirt, and that didn't work well in well maintained prey enviorments such as Freeclan's terrtitory. He took a deep breath in, waiting for the scent to come directly to him. Ahead, he scented a shrew. He crouched as low to the ground as his body would allow him to. His soft underbelly lightly tipped the ground with his fur.
His eyes focused on what was in front of him. His claws scratched the earth a couple of times to prepare for the leap. His back legs pushed him off of the ground, sending him flying in the air. His claws stretched out as far as they could to catch the shrew. Suddenly, a feeling of warmth was below him. He did it. He actually caught something. Maybe pressure is actually good for me... he thought to himself, hoping it wasn't just a lucky catch.
He grabbed the mouse from the ground, placing it with Parrottpaw's. "That was lucky." He told her, still couldn't believe he caught something that wasn't old and already dieing.
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