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Post by 20mia08 on Mar 18, 2020 2:58:07 GMT
She was certain that Lynxstar would be enraged if he discovered that Newtpaw, his intended successor, had run off in the night to poke around Five Stones. The dappled chocolate she-cat would say that she was simply "letting her paws lead her", but that wasn't at all true- she had gone out to get some air after falling into a sleepless period in the night due to a sudden amount of overwhelming stress. That stress? It stemmed from Acornpaw- the stupid static furball had gotten too close and had given Newtpaw a good shock in the night. Half of her wanted to shove his face into his nest and make him suffocate, but she instead decided to coolly leave camp and release her anger in a different form. He was a good kid, and it wasn't his fault that he couldn't control his abilities. ThunderClan was without a storm element to mentor him. She had ventured around ThunderClan territory for so long until her attention set her elsewhere, and an underlying desire to do the forbidden called her name. Five Stones, a place where apprentices wouldn't dare to roam...but she saw no harm in practicing her right, per say. Assuming she outlived her mentor, Newtpaw would stand up there with the other leaders some day, presenting the gathering cats with the news of ThunderClan... She had been standing by their pillar, almost lost in a daydream, when the sound of a snapping twig caused her to whip around. "Acornpaw!" She hissed at the innocent tailless tom, who visibly cringed when she snapped at him. "What're you doing out here? Why did you follow me?" The leader's apprentice narrowed her sharp pair of aqua visionaries as she confronted the little tom, turning to square her shoulders up with him. While she at first seemed defensive, it was clear that she quickly became more concerned about his well-being. "It isn't safe for you to be out here- never mind what I'm doing. I'm a poor role model."The storm element glanced up at the mighty she-cat with rounded, innocent eyes. "I just wanted to apologize, miss Noot- I-I mean ma'am. I'm sorry that I shocked you...and all the other apprentices." He adverted his gaze as if he were nervous about seeming like a challenger, instead glancing down at his paws as he awkwardly shuffled them in the dirt. All the sudden, he didn't feel so...alone.
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Post by Blaze on Mar 26, 2020 22:58:41 GMT
Fogpaw looked between the two, before he padded up beside his brother. It was true that his static-y fur woke up every one in the apprentice den, aside from Owlpaw, it seemed, but unlike the other apprentices, he was used to his brother’s accidental shocks; he was his litter mate, after all. So when he saw Newtpaw stomp off into the night, and Acornpaw follow after her, he took it upon himself to make sure that they didn’t wake up too many other cats. His want to get his brother out of a possible unnecessary scolding from Newtpaw, turned into curiosity as he followed the two into Five Stones. They had no reason to be here, didn’t they? The gathering wasn’t until a few more weeks and he was sure someone was bound to notice if half of the apprentices were gone, Lynxstar first and foremost.
He smirked, bumping into Acornpaw comfortingly as he turned to the older she-cat. ”I think the better question is what are you doing here?” he mewed. ”All he did was shock you, what are you gonna do, tell on him to StarClan?”
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Post by Ioana003 on Mar 30, 2020 22:32:31 GMT
BaderpawNewleaf was just around the corner and the blue apprentice decided it might be nice to experience the cold weather for some time. Although the cold water terrified, no, petrified him, the cold breeze that ruffled his short fur felt like nothing. After all, he used his fire to warm himself up, but there was no way to cool himself down during Greenleaf, when the sun seemed to burn the land the same way he did on accident sometime. It was beginning to be obvious: the young tom found it hard to control his powers now. Yes, he did have an adequate mentor, but every day, his fire just seemed to become stronger while he remained the same. At least outside the camp, he wouldn’t have to worry about his father’s glare as his paws went in flames without him noticing. A shiver travelled across the cat’s spine at the thought of Pebblefoot. Soon enough, the tom found himself at Five Stones. Terror filled his heart as he thought about the river separating him and the stones. Even one droplet could send the scrap of fur sprinting to the other side of the valley. At first, he decided to just not go any further. Why should he risk his pelt when there wasn’t a Gathering any time soon? But then, voices began to fill his ears, whispers on the quiet wind. His ears perked and curiosity gnawed at his stomach. And dread. Was he really about to investigate Five Stones? What would his Clan say? Surely, he’d be tossed into the river! But the feeling that he’d be missing on something important still pushed him forward. The moon stood majestically in the sky, barely more than a sliver. Its light still shone brightly in the water. And just like the water, Badgerpaw’s fur also shone an eerie silver-white. Anxious puffs of smoke left from his tip of the tail and his claws looked like they left ash in their place, although it was more likely that those were his paws. Luckily for the terror filled apprentice, a log sat close by, creating the perfect bridge for him. Now that he was over the dark water, he crouched next to one of the stones and looked as three other cats chatted nearby. The thought of going to talk to them did poke its head into his mind. However, it was far too dangerous, and the silver tom stood, thinking. 20mia08 Blaze
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Post by 20mia08 on May 10, 2020 23:29:10 GMT
The leader apprentice sighed and forced her mocha-colored fur flat, her eyes softening as they rested on the fidgeting form of Acornpaw. "It's fine. You should get back to camp now, I'd hate for you to-" Newtpaw cut herself with a grumble when her frosted eyes darted over to the form of yet another adolescent of ThunderClan- Fogpaw. Great- that was just the point that she was getting to: she'd hate for Acornpaw to miraculously summon that obnoxious furball that was his littermate. The level-headed apprentice was capable of tolerating most cats, but Fogpaw was slowly becoming the exception to that statement. Whereas Acornpaw was innocently adorable (so much that nobody could stay angry for long, Newtpaw included), Fogpaw was growing progressively more...irksome. "I was going for a walk to prevent myself from blowing up on poor Acornpaw, thank you very much. Unless you'd rather I pummel your brother into the dirt like a little flower?" Although the tortoiseshell point spoke with a bit of edge in her tone, her fur remained flat and her posture docile. It was too late to go about beating some sense into Fogpaw...besides, not like she'd get anywhere trying to do that. His skull was as thick as a tortoise's shell. "Whatever, let's all just go-"She felt a disturbance. The mottled apprentice whirled around to spot another cat approaching in the distance, one that hailed from RiverClan's region by the looks of it. He was a gray bicolor, or so that was what he appeared to be. It was difficult to judge a cat's coat color with the moon's silver light bleaching everything. "Who're you?" Newtpaw didn't hesitate to reach out, in the event that he might be a threat to the younger apprentices beside her. However, she sounded a little more curious than hostile, one could tell by how she raised her brow. Acornpaw, meanwhile, was naturally frightened by the sudden appearance of a stranger. He was underexposed to outsiders and found new faces to be frightening whenever he did come across them. Immediately, the creamy furball shoved himself behind his brother, sitting down to hide his lack of tail before peering around Fogpaw's shoulders. Ioana003 Blaze
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Post by Ioana003 on May 14, 2020 18:20:46 GMT
Badgerpaw As if crossing the river hadn’t been treacherous enough, the young tom’s slightly hidden spot was quickly discovered by the three other apprentice. None made any effort to come and confront him, but it did not reassured Badgerpaw. Fear surged through the skittish cat and his fur already began to raise, though not because he wished to fight. Previously, the trio in front of him were discussing among each other, which gave the starving RiverClan cat hope he could simply observe from afar. But it never worked out how the Apprentice wanted. Based on the other’s behaviour, the tom was able to determine that they did not mean any harm to him, and, with great hesitation, finally mumbled a “B-... Badgerpaw”. Still crouched and petrified, the cat looked on at the strangers, ready to sprint away as soon as he could, assuming he wouldn’t fall in the water first. | | Words. 0000 Tags. 20mia08 , Blaze Notes. The anxious ball of fur is back. I hope I'll be able to portray him just as fun as last time. | |
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