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Post by Pessimistic One on Sept 18, 2007 15:31:38 GMT -5
|ooc| Cheetahpaw, fishing? xDD Wow. He's gonna have fuuuun~
Coldheart simply obliged to his leader's short comment with a dip of the head, immediately turning it to face Oakpaw. "Alright, Oakpaw," he began steadily, "you heard. You'll be doing Fighting. Now get ready." Getting to his paws gingerly, the tom's gaze flickered over to Crimsonaura, who merely acknowledged Mintstar's order with a short and barely even noticeable nod. One of these days a breeze would knock that cat off her feet. Shaking his head disapprovingly, the black-and-white warrior ushered Oakpaw with a twitch of his tail, padding over to Crimsonaura with said tail held erect and proud. However, his concentration on the flaming she-cat was distracted by a twig snapping and, automatically, his head head swiveled in the sound's general direction, just outside the camp entrance. Waiting patiently to see who it was, a barreling shape of black-splotched fur shot into camp and vision, coming to a stop at Highrock's magnificent base. "Mintstar," Cheetahpaw yowled, panting soon after. "I caught Willowkit's scent, but it led into LakeClan! And not only did I sniff out her scent, but Dawnbreeze's as well!" Sucking in a lungful of breath, the spiteful tom laid his ears back against his head. "Just to let you know and all."
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Post by stormphrax on Sept 19, 2007 14:46:53 GMT -5
Jaypaw snarled quietly as pain shot through his ankle as he stood up. "Not now" he snapped at Paintedpaw, suddenly irritable. "I'm going back to camp." He found that as he walked he could tune out the pain slightly, though it still stabbed as he tried to walk normally. At least it was only in one hind paw. He could work on his defenses with his arms. He sneaked a look over his shoulder for Paintedpaw as he entered the camp, very briefly, as he hoped it would not notice. He arrived in time to catch a gaggle of apprentices and mentors stood around the Highrock. He shrugged and spat. What did he care what they had to see. He was tired again.
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Post by Candy on Sept 19, 2007 16:04:29 GMT -5
"Ohh and the great Coldheart is actually going to try and teach me something?"She sneered at the warrior."Well if you are aren't you going to go or stand watching Mintstar all day?"She gave a laugh and then waited for the over sized warrior to get his butt into gear and teach her something usefull for the competition which was unlikely from that big oaf. She flicked her tail impatiently as she waited for him to get a move on.Come on lets go.She thought to herself but knew that they wouldn't be able to do anything today. [/size]
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Post by Pessimistic One on Sept 19, 2007 16:38:37 GMT -5
"Oh, watch your tongue you oversized furball," Coldheart hissed in response to his apprentice's sneer. He just wouldn't tolerate this kind of behaviour. If he had to knock the stupid mouse-brained cat around with his paw until she learned to know better, then so be it. Snarling under his breath about the unappreciative qualities of his apprentice, the tom stomped over to Cheetahpaw, flicking him squarely in the hindquarters to get his divine attention. As the younger tom-cat turned around to furiously shoot an angered remark, Coldheart meowed sharply, "Don't worry about the two. You can tell Mintstar all about it afterwards, at the Apprentice Contest if you want. By the way... Said leader declared that you would do Fishing." Smirking at the tawny apprentice's drop of the jaw, Coldheart followed after Crimsonaura, who had meekly and silently padded out of camp like a shadow. His whiskers vibrating violently, out of both excitement and some nervousness, Cheetahpaw trotted in suit after the black-and-white warrior. Sure, Fishing wasn't exactly something he would like to do, but at least it was a challenge in some form. He'd probably loose profoundly and degradingly. Like he would care. It wasn't as if BoulderClan fished anyway, and it wasn't as if the cats of the others Clans expected some cat from BoulderClan to even win that category, either. So, honestly, it didn't bother him.
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Post by Chi on Sept 19, 2007 23:11:29 GMT -5
A shadow trotted through the entrance of BoulderClan, its sleek fur now noticeable in the sunlight that was hitting it. The shadow put a paw into the clearing, its orange color with the soft black stripes almost glow in the sunlight. Its deep golden yellow eyes pierce through the day. Padding into the clearing where its figure was now clearly seen, Tigerheart, a feline of many colors sat off to the side where the light still hit her elegant calico fur with the deep soft black stripes. A slight breeze only swayed the smooth fur, Tigerheart sat there examining the camp. Hearing only the last words of the leader, her gold eyes trailed over to the great Mintstar. Her light blue fur reflected in the kind hearted felines eyes. Hearing the sound of the other cats move, Tigerheart swished her tail back and fourth watching the Warriors talk to their apprentices. She remembered how she used to talk to her mentor before that stunning day when, Tigerheart onces beloved mentor committed suicide. Oh how she remembered that sad and yet happy day for Mintstar was appointed leader. That was all in the past now... thoughts rushed through her head about the path and journey that lays ahead of her. Tigerheart was to be appointed Medicine Cat of BoulderClan. She was excited but yet very serious about this, she knew there would be some difficult times and some easy going times. The sunlight was beating down on her fur but a little more lighter this time, the young feline gaze up at the vast blue sky wondering about the long journey that she will take in her life. Also she wondered of what to do next.
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Post by | | Fudgey | | on Sept 28, 2007 16:03:39 GMT -5
Falconwing strode around the camp, tail held aloof, ears pricked even higher, sending her glowering stare all around the camp like an X-ray. She didn’t want company, so didn’t seek it but felt like annoying someone. Pity they were all out… Sitting down she began to let her mind wander, her conscious slipping away from her body like an eel from a net. Casting around for a subject, her mind-die landed on Coldbreath. Big surprise; everycat was talking about him still. Where was he! Had they seen the last of him or was he to return some day, sooner than they all thought, coming into the camp when no one was aware. There was certainly something in the air, a dark, suffocating pressure that crept into the Warriors den at the dead of night, waking Falconwing in a cold sweat and by the snuffles of the other cats - others too. But it couldn’t be Coldbreath. Coldbreath was alive, not in the air. No - it was something else, something spiritual, spiritual and immensely powerful. Starclan… something in her mind said, but something else said no. For this other thing was dark. Dark and dangerous. And it was coming.
Snapping herself out from her meditation period Falconwing began to shake violently, suddenly boiling hot and burning with pain as though she was being engulfed with fire. The pain continued, pain beyond pain, agony beyond agony - the air went white, the world contracted into a shimmering white-hot ball of pain, searing through her body, into her chest, down her left leg and in one final skull-splitting burst of terrible, terrible pain - it stopped, directly in her left paw. Shaking, sweating and twitching violently Falconwing breathed in and out, Boulderclan camp slowly coming back into focus. She was in Boulderclan wasn’t she? This was her home right? Shaking with trepidation, Falconwing’s eyes slid slowly down her left leg and stopped on her left paw. There, engraved in her very flesh was a blood red scar. A blood red scar of a fox. Fireclan had come.
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Post by smiley. on Sept 28, 2007 18:34:37 GMT -5
ooc - fantastic idea. *kisses brain* snowstar is going to get controlled when she gets back to LakeClan. Since Frosty and Stormy don't roleplay, Snowstar will be controlled by...some character of my own creation, probably the evil Willowstorm. And Shiningfrost by Scarletvixen, who you'll be playing... Snowstar tonight, and when she goes to meet Earthstar...*snickers* Ever seen baby blue eyes turn to dark red in a flash?
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Post by | | Fudgey | | on Sept 29, 2007 1:24:32 GMT -5
ooc-- Yowzah! Scarletvixen is going to get bored of Falconwing and go into Shiningfrost soon. What about Skystar ...can I control Skystar Black Feathers?
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Post by | | Fudgey | | on Sept 29, 2007 1:28:39 GMT -5
”Oh” Snakecharm mewed as all the cats began to reform their groups, as if sucked from the centre of the camp by a giant vacuum. ”Um …that’s a shame.” Oh great he thought, that’ll really impress her! He wasn’t sure why he was trying to impress Crimsonaura, anything to keep him in the clan really. She was a little more approachable than Mintstar, so she would be the one to impress. But once again he wondered why she had come to talk to him and his stomach gave a huge lurch. Was he about to be thrown out of Boulderclan, made to wander the cold cruel passages between the clans like Wrath and Coldbreath. Or, said a hopeful little voice in the back of his mind, was he luckiest cat in Boulderclan!
ooc-- Short… Dx
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Post by Pessimistic One on Sept 29, 2007 16:20:04 GMT -5
Snakecharm was really bothering her. Not in the way some would imagine it, but in a fretful way. He was worrying her. Alot. He looked as if he had something troubling on his mind, and that troublesome thing was causing her troubles. She wanted to know what this thing was and ease her mind; it was probably nothing to get too worried over. If it was... They could resolve it in one way or another. Or so she hoped. Coming to a stop beside the warrior, she frowned at him, sitting down delicately with her tail curled around her paws subtly. "Snakecharm," she began softly, with a touch of sternness to it, "Is something the matter? You don't have to tell me... But I would really be grateful if you did tell me what's on your mind. You seem at unease." Sighing thinly, Crimsonaura lifted a paw and inspected it, furtively watching for any expression on Snakecharm's features. Calm, anxiety... Anything that would help her find out his mood.
"What a load of hogwash. All we had time for was Fishing!" Coldheart growled irritably, stalking into BoulderClan's camp with hardly surpressed outrage on how the Apprentice Contest ended up, and for LakeClan's stinking leader, Earthstar. That stuck-up, excuse for a leader was lucky he hadn't decided to claw his face off for what he almost did to Oakpaw. No cat touched his apprentice, be it tooth or claw! Stopping near the fresh-kill pile, for he found that he was quite famished, the black-and-white tom wheeled around to get a good look at Oakpaw. "You would have done great at the Fighting competition; but that furball had to cancel the rest of the Apprentice Contest, didn't he?" Snorting, the aggressive warrior went on. "Anyway, we all know who would've won it; you, of course. BoulderClan isn't some wishy-washy Clan who let's themselves be pushed along easily! You would have wiped the floor!" Whipping his tail, Coldheart picked up a brownish mouse from the pile by its tail. Waving his tail at his apprentice, he padded off for the warriors' den, tucking his paws underneath him as he rested just outside the den.
"Did you see how well I did, Mintstar? I got a tie! Now, if I didn't fumble that one fish, I would have definitely won that measely contest! Would've shown that stupid SunClan apprentice whose the boss around here!" Strutting by his mentor's side and holding his head high while he gloated, Cheetahpaw strode with flaunty pawsteps. He was the only one in his Clan to have competed, which made him feel elated and almighty for the time being. However, he would have loved to watch the other contests and see how they turned out; the Apprentice Contest was short-lived, unfortunately, and their first one, too! "Next time, for whatever contest I make -- if I'm still an apprentice, that is-" he made sure he slipped that in to nudge Mintstar along the path of making him a warrior sometime soon "-I'll get us in first place for sure! I'm positive on that account."
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Post by Candy on Sept 29, 2007 16:56:29 GMT -5
Oakpaw ran back panting and mewed "Darn I missed his paws.Ohh well."She flexed her claws and then heard the ending of what Coldheart said and then mewed "Yah but too bad he did.All well I showed him his place.Stupid fur ball.He won't making fun of BoulderClan anymore." Streching her whole body she then noticed Cheetahpaw braging and broke her maw into a smile and then mewed "Great job Cheetahpaw.I bet you would have won anyways but I heard SunClan have a cat that know's how to fish so you better practise for next time." She then turned to Coldheart and mewed "I never thought I'd say this."She then added to herself quietly "To you anyways."And then continued on and mewed "Thanks for the help and now can you actually teach me something that I can use in the contest next time?"
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Post by Pessimistic One on Sept 29, 2007 18:40:34 GMT -5
Cheetahpaw broke his stride, coming to a halt to stare at Oakpaw. After a heartbeat more, the black-splotched cat's face broke into a broad smile, and his ears perked up considerably. "You're so right, Oakpaw! I would have won that, totally, but that fish was a slippery sucker. If I had a better grip on the stupid thing, I would have won without a doubt. Thanks for the congratulations!" Beaming brightly, the apprentice repositioned himself by Mintstar's side again, looking over his shoulder to nod at Oakpaw.
"Of course I do, you ungrateful little brat." Batting her gently over the head with his free paw, he finished his mouse in two more mouthfuls. Grunting in contentment, the warrior housted himself to his paws, arching his back in a stretch. Unsheathing and sheathing his claws luxuriously, he yawned widely, smacking his lips. "This way, then." Starting onward, Coldheart padded through the camp and out of its boundary, weaving his way through some trees before he came to a stop at a clearing, perfect for practising fighting skills; even the grass was full and green enough, perfect padding.
|ooc| Dang. This short. oO;
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Post by smiley. on Sept 30, 2007 11:37:58 GMT -5
ooc - i really hate daypaw. really, really hate her. i'm killing her off and creating a new charrie: Malicefang warrior (:
bic - Daypaw felt angry with herself, felt angry with her life. Things were going terribly wrong, BoulderClan was destroying her soul. Every day she gazed longingly at LakeClan, feeling remorse for leaving and saying she hated her brother. She had not been invited to go to the apprentice contest, and everyone in BoulderClan seemed to hate her. She spent every night crying herself to sleep, just wishing that maybe StarClan could take her life as she slumbered. But she always awoke the next day, and knew she'd have to suffer through another day. Daypaw walked through the forest, hoping to come across a badger or a fox that could kill her painfully, but it was not so. It seemed that StarClan just wanted to see her tortured soul live through this dreary life, living with all of this pain and agony. She was crying again, treading through the forest as lightly as she could. Today was the day, today she knew she needed to die, it seemed as though something bad was coming and she didn't want to live through that to. She'd waited three moons now for a mentor, and had never received one. Mintstar hates me. She thought from day to day, moon to moon. "I've had enough." She said finally, nodding to herself. Daypaw scanned the forest floor and smiled as she noticed something - a peculiarly sharp stick that seemed to have fallen from the tree. A mischievous grin spread across her face, and she picked it up. It was time - she really was going to do it. Daypaw took a deep breath and stabbed it through her chest - right where her heartbeat was. She gasped and fell to the floor, blood completely surrounding her pelt and everything around her. Daypaw's eyes looked at the sky, glazed and jubilant. She'd killed herself.... but would she go to StarClan, or FireClan?
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Post by Chi on Sept 30, 2007 14:57:37 GMT -5
(OOC:*prances around bored to death* nobody noticed Tigerheart I see)
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Post by Candy on Sept 30, 2007 15:09:28 GMT -5
Oakpaw nodded breifly at Cheetahpaw and then bounded after Coldheart. "So what are you going to TEACH me today?"She mewed bordly as she followed up on his rear. Her head dropped in bordem already.Its just walking and walking and walking and walking.She thought to herself but didn't judge him yet seeing that they haven't even started yet and she was the one who asked him so she could just blame herself.
Zyphfang appeared and glanced around the camp.He snickered but of course nobody else could see him."BoulderClan went soft after I left exiled."He mewed under his breath and then noticed Crimsonaura."So thats the deputy.Seeing that I could have just tooken over Mintstar how about her deputy go against her instead?"He laughed and flew over to her and hissed in her ear so that only she could hear "Your time has come!" [/size]
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