danger? i laugh in the face of danger [cougar]

[slatekit]

[bg=57B4FF] the camp hasn't been an exactly secure place. in all reality, they really should have had warriors out to make sure this type of thing didn't happen. or perhaps they should have taught cats better, because honestly slatepaw didn't know right from wrong. the way he saw it, he was teaching someone the meaning of adventure, and how to have fun. where was the harm in that? it certaintly hadn't been hard to slip in between the reeds that surrounded the camp without being seen. there had been a close call or two, when a warrior came out just as they were about to slip through, or afraid that their giggling had alerted any warrior within hearing range that they were up to something bad. they'd find out eventually. when they were wondering where cougarkit had gone. slatepaw had a reason to be out of camp, seeing as he was an apprentice and all. but wasn't cougarkit almost an apprentice? and to slatepaw almost was enough. he remembered the agonizing moons in the nursery all too well. wishing that you could escape, but not having the guts nor the stealth to do it. but cougarkit had both. she had been planning to escape even before the handsome gray apprentice had come along, and slatepaw knew it. so maybe he had done it to protect her. to make sure that she didn't get hurt while she was out of camp. yeah right slatepaw, you just wanted some adventure, he smiled at the thought, looking back at his companion. the ginger patched kit was right behind him, but they hadn't gone far yet. he was traveling at a slower pace, so that the she-kit could take it all in. after all, this was her first time out of camp. awesome huh?

[/b] he murmurred, looking around at the territory he called home.

a thin flat rock sat on top of the earth and caught slatepaw's eye. he leaped up on it. when i'm slatestar, he mewed ambitiously, lashing his tail. riverclan will be the greatest clan in existence! the young cat declared, quoting his thoughts exactly. we'll take down scum like windclan every morning for a warm up, and battle shadowclan for a cool down, he hopped down from the rock, smiling big. we'll be as strong as tigerclan, cunning as lionclan. we'll be the best clan there'll ever be,

the young cat paced until he was in front of cougarkit. and you, he flicked her on the nose with his tail, will be my cunning deputy, he laughed sitting down and curling his tail over his paws. now what do you think about that?[/b]


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[atrb=background,http://i33.tinypic.com/nnqwbp.jpg] At this currently moment, Slatepaw was officially the best person in the clan. Well, in the small she-cat's eyes any ways. The mid-day sun filled the whole area with a warmth she wasn't used to, the wind against her short fur unfamiliar and strong, yet she loved it. Jaws parted ever so slightly, she could taste the blurred scents of many cats that must have made their way along here as of late, and that only made her pelt prickle with excitement. However, she was trying her best to control her sudden urge to run ahead of the gray tom moving not far ahead of her. She couldn't stop herself, however, from trying to memorise every little thing they passed, from the light track they were moving along to the wavering of the grass as they grew close, judging by the unfamiliar and rather gross scent that was catching on the wind, toward the gorge. Bright caramel eyes darted from place to place, a slight bounce to her movements. In all her dreaming and playing about, she couldn't have imagined this place at all... which only made it all the better that it was her clan's territory. “awesome huh?” The tom's voice made her jump slightly, her short tail flicking from side to side as he gave a small nod, an unmasked grin to her face as she bounded forward slightly, just so she was slightly in front of the tom. She wasn't stupid, and right now, this was far out of her comfort zone, so it was best she stuck close to the apprentice. The last thing that was needed for her to wander out of the camp and get lost at the same time. Turning to glance back at the tom, she paused as they reached a thin, flat rock, which Slatepaw promptly bounded on to. “when i'm slatestar,” The she-cat's ears flicked back against her head as she shook her head slightly, eyes narrowed slightly at the tom as he continued. “riverclan will be the greatest clan in existence! we'll take down scum like windclan every morning for a warm up, and battle shadowclan for a cool down, we'll be as strong as tigerclan, cunning as lionclan. we'll be the best clan there'll ever be,” Watching him leap down again, the she-cat gave a playful growl, unable to keep the simply excitement from actually being out of the camp from her gaze. The only issue she had right now, was that although that sounded all well and good, there was one problem with his little belief. “and you,” Cougarkit flicked her tail slightly as his tail flicked her nose. “will be my cunning deputy, now what do you think about that?” As the tom laughed, she couldn't help but give her own small chuckle, before leaping up onto the rock herself, and turning so she could look down at the tom. “As brilliant as that sounds my dear Slatepaw, there is one slip up to your little plan.” Giving a playful growl, the she-cat lifted herself up into a tall sitting position. “And that, is don't get your hopes up so high to be leader, you've gotta beat me there first.” A cheeky grin settled on the she-cat's face as she lent out to batter at the tom's nose. “Cause when I'm leader, WindClan will be too scared to even think about coming near the border, and we'll be stronger than tigerclan, even more cunning than lionclan.” Jumping down off the rock in the same manner as Slatepaw had done, she flicked her short tail against his side. “And it will be you, that'll be my deputy.” A grin settled on the she-cat's face as she gave the tom a challenging smirk. words; 625. tagged; slatepaw. muse; good. music; cougar's playlist notes; haha, these two are great. <3 [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]

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[slatekit]

[bg=57B4FF] the ginger patched she-kit laughed along with slatepaw for a moment before getting her own, ambitious look on her face. the petite cat leaped onto the rock herself in the same manner that slatepaw had, glancing down at him smugly. slatepaw just smiled back up charmingly at her his cerulean blue eyes locked on her bright caramel ones. “As brilliant as that sounds my dear Slatepaw, there is one slip up to your little plan.” her voice cut through the air. slatepaw looked at her, raising his eyebrow and c.ocking his head to one side as if to say 'and what's that?' cougarkit gave a playful growl, lifting herself into a tall sitting position. “And that, is don't get your hopes up so high to be leader, you've gotta beat me there first.” slatepaw wrinkled his nose at her. have to beat her? that'll be easy, slatepaw thought looking at her smugly. the kit smiled, batting her paw at slatepaw's nose. slatepaw drew his head back to avoid it. cougarkit didn't stop there though. “Cause when I'm leader, WindClan will be too scared to even think about coming near the border, and we'll be stronger than tigerclan, even more cunning than lionclan.”

[/color] cougarkit leaped off the rock, coming in front of the gray apprentice and flicking her shorter tail against his side. “And it will be you, that'll be my deputy.”[/i] cougarkit gave him a challenging smile.

slatepaw got to his paws, flicking his tongue across his nose. is that so? he challenged, raising an eyebrow at the she-kit. we're just gonna have to wait and see, he smiled, butting cougarkit in the shoulder with his head. they had more area to conquer, did they not? after all, they needed to be back before the clan started going frantic of the missing kit. but lets make a deal. whoever gets leader first, will make the other deputy, he took a pawstep before looking back over his shoulder. c'mon we got ground to cover if we want to make it to the gorge and back before we're missed, he began to continue forward, ears swiveled back to listen to cougarkit if she began to speak.


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[atrb=background,http://i33.tinypic.com/nnqwbp.jpg] Oh, she didn't miss the questioning look the tom gave her, which may as well as been a challenge in itself. He wasn't doing much except for cheering her on though. Growling playfully, she watched him climb to his paws, in almost a thoughtful way. “is that so?” Chest puffing out indignantly, she looked sharply at him, “You bet it is,” off her tongue without missing a beat. I hope he knows what he's getting in to, she thought as her ears flicked back against her head at his challenging tone. “we're just gonna have to wait and see,” The tom turned and butted his head against her shoulder slightly, and she couldn't help but feel slightly offended that he'd taken it that easily. Somehow though, she knew that wasn't the end of it. Short tail lashing from side to side, she climbs back to her own paws. “but lets make a deal. whoever gets leader first, will make the other deputy,” A smirk crossed her face as she pretended to consider his offer, before giving a small nod. “I think I can handle that.” she meowed with a cheeky smirk, before trotting forward so she was at his side once again. “c'mon we got ground to cover if we want to make it to the gorge and back before we're missed,” Giving a determined nod, the she-cat bounded forward so she was just ahead of the apprentice. “You got it.” Letting her caramel-brown gaze drift back to the track they were walking along, she couldn't help but grin. She was finally out of the camp! Against the rules or not, she wasn't stuck in that hole! The wind, stronger in this part blew through her short pelt,sending a chill up her spine as she moved along, making sure she wasn't that far away from Slatepaw at all times. Bright gaze drifting about, the kit's ears pricked up suddenly, as a soft rumbling reached her, followed by a very wet smell, one that spelt a lot like the river. Looking back over her shoulder, she gave the tom a curious look. ”Is that sound the gorge?” she asked, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. After what Minnowpaw had told her about what it looked like and how close it was to the WindClan border, she couldn't help but want to actually see it, put a picture to the place in her own mind. Against her instincts to run ahead though, she didn't move too far ahead of Slatepaw, but there was a more impatient bound to her paw-steps as she moved now. words; 441. tagged; slatepaw. muse; good. music; bloodink's playlist notes; ugh, i'm so sorry this took so long! i'm finally over my sickness though. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]

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[slatekit]

Um. WOW. i fail at life. i deleted this post. D: pretty much he was obsessing over minnowpaw and about to ask cougarkit if minnow ever talked about him. then he scented windclan, and stuff. im sorry guys ill try to rewite this later. D:

cougar...this is like my fifth fail today. D:

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[twi]

Frothpaw.
Hear the sound of the falling rain,
comin' down like an armageddon flame.
Hear the dogs howlin' out of key
to a hymn called faith and misery.

“Who’s there? Show yourself!”

Heh. What a bold statement that was. Frothpaw rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t contain the fury he felt roiling within his muscles, boiling up beneath his fur. His blue-green eyes were alight with anger as he narrowed his eyes, approaching the border with gusto. He had quickened his pace when the scent hit him, stronger more than usual, and had darted for any cover at all on the WindClan side of the border. Of course, there wasn’t much at all to hide behind, so he was partially hidden behind a rather small shrub, pausing there for just a moment to assess just how many cats there were. And, really, they weren’t technically crossing the border, but they were so close to it they may as well be.

Frothpaw had left camp early that morning, his tight muscles begging for exercise, and felt no need to wait on anyone else to get up and accompany him. He’d attempted hunting here and there, and had come ever so close to catching a rabbit before it had disappeared down its hole, never to be seen again. He’d even gone in after it, kicking up clods of dirt as his claws raked at the Earth to propel his tall, lean body down the narrow tunnels. It had all been for naught, however, and he’d soon lost interest.

Racing his shadow along the borders, he’d suddenly come across RiverClan scent. And not just the usual scent that was present, wafting into WindClan territory by the gentle breezes echoing off of the gorge’s tall, dangerous walls, but a much stronger scent. One that meant someone was patrolling much too close for his likings. As protective as Frothpaw was about his precious territory, that was enough to send him into investigation mode. And here he was now, vainly trying to hide himself. Flexing his claws, Frothpaw felt no need to delay his appearance any longer, and finally extended his legs, standing tall over the small, tiny structure that he’d attempted to hide behind before, and narrowed his eyes at the two cats on the other side.

They weren’t much of a patrol, really. An apprentice, sure; one who Frothpaw could relate to in strength. At least he wasn’t a large, snarling warrior looming down on him with dangerous intents. No, if it really did come to anything, at least he was another apprentice. But the other feline… So small. A kit. Confusion washed over the ginger and white tom, but nothing showed. He lashed his tail behind him, head dangerously low as he stalked forward. “Enjoying our territory, are you?” he asked, his words dragging off his tongue in anger. If there was anything he couldn’t stand, it was trespassers. “And bringing a kit with you? Surely you know better?”

Truthfully, if this had been any other situation, a gathering or something on more peaceful terms, Frothpaw would have no problem with these cats; possibly even make two new friends. He really didn’t see why the Clans had to fight, and thought they should all be friendlier toward each other, but when it came to borders Frothpaw was as grumpy as an old badger. no one was going to trespass while he was on watch. No sir.

The WindClan apprentice’s tail tip twitched behind him as his stunning eyes scrutinized their every move, their every detail. Everything they did. Frothpaw flicked his ears back once, and a wave of bristled fur swept down his back before he forced it smooth again.

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies.
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives.
On H O L I D A Y.

[cougarr]

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[atrb=background,http://i33.tinypic.com/nnqwbp.jpg] All of it, the fresh air, the unfamiliar sounds and smells, it was incredible, and even though she was trying, it was hard to hold in just how exciting getting out really was. The she-cat sucked in a deep breath, Slatepaw's scent mixing with the fresh air and strange scents around them. Ears pricking with curiosity as she tasted the air again, the same slightly dusty smell lingering on her tongue, she almost missed the gray tom's words. “Hey, uh, Cougarkit? Can I ask you something?” Looking up at the apprentice, Cougarkit raised an eyebrow at the seeming embarrassed tom. “Shoot.” Curious now, the tan and white she-cat watched as the tom looked around, almost as though he was worried someone might hear. “Does, uh...does Minnowpaw ever-" He didn't finish his sentence as he fell to a complete haul, so quickly the younger she-cat almost ran into his leg. Blinking slightly, she pulled to the side a bit as Slatepaw's tail came to rest across her shoulders. Whatever cut the tom off must have been bad, by the sudden seriousness that he took on. Looking up questioning at him, even if the tom was only a fraction taller than he should be from her point of view, she was about to ask if the strange, rather odd smell she'd caught earlier was what he was talking about. But as expected, he beat her to speaking. “Cougarkit. There's a WindClan cat here. Stay quiet but act strong. Don't start a fight though, but don't act scared, they can smell that.” The tom's hushed whisper caused the she-cat's ear to flick slightly, in acknowledgement that he was being dead serious. The way he was speaking, it was like she should be scared, and at the back of her mind, she knew she should at the thought of facing an enemy. But, it didn't come, only a strange sense of curiosity, mixed with disgust. It was strange, even for her. “Pretend your the leader, okay?” It was with those words that the she-cat looked back at the tom from her paws, a glare on her face as her ears flattened against her skull. How old did he think she was? Three? Deciding against snapping at him, knowing it wasn't the smartest move ever, Cougarkit turned her attention back to where Slatepaw was looking as he spoke. “Who's there? Show yourself!” A shiver ran down the she-cat's spine as the tom's words echoed across the open area, the sounds of the gorge loud in her ears. She wasn't scared, not really, but she couldn't place a name on the twisting feelings that withered in her belly as that strange scent returned, only stronger. Placing the name of WindClan to the scent however, only made the otherwise unique scent all the more unbearable. Slowly, a ginger and white form stalked forward,ears back threateningly. “Enjoying our territory, are you?” Her own ears flattening in offence, she glanced sideways at Slatepaw. Being her first time out of camp, she had no idea where the borders were, but because the scent wasn't that strong until the other cat appeared, she trusted the gray tom beside her that they were still in RiverClan's territory. “And bringing a kit with you? Surely you know better?” As much as she was trying to bite her tongue, the tom was asking for it, pelt bristling slightly, Cougarkit flicked an ear, tail lash to one side. “Who are you calling a kit, dust mite?” She growled. She was six moons old for StarClan sake, she should be an apprentice by now, it was only because Swishstar hadn't held a ceremony yet that she wasn't. However tempting it was to start an argument, memories of Minnowpaw's story made her forcefully bite down on her tongue and with much difficulty, force her fur flat. The last thing she wanted to do was be the one to start a fight. words; 660. tagged; slatepaw, frothpaw. muse; decent. notes; none. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]

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[slatekit]

[bg=57B4FF] slatepaw pretended not to notice the glare that he got from cougarkit. but what could he say in his defense? it was true, he was treating her like a kit but she was a kit even if she was almost an apprentice. which made him wonder why he had taken her out of camp in the first place. it really hadn't been one of his best ideas, he knew that much. especially because now they were in a potentially dangerous situation. if this windclan cat was hostile, then they were in trouble. if this windclan cat was a warrior, they were in trouble. so instead of focusing on his companion he trained his eyes on everything, and nothing, searching for the familiar light colored pelts that distinguished windclan cats from riverclan's sleek long-haired pelts. it was a moment later he emerged, ginger and white patched, like cougarkit but taller and lean. he definitely had the look of a windclan cat. he could tell by the hostility in his eyes that he wasn't looking for some friendly talk either. but he was an apprentice, same as slatepaw. it was there when slatepaw realized he wasn't afraid at all. what was there to be afraid of? he could most definitely beat this cat if he tried, perhaps he was being c.ocky but he was sure of it. it was then that he spoke, after sizing up each of them. Enjoying our territory, are you?

[/i] his voice was hostile.

slatepaw glared at him, his blue eyes shining with anger. who did this cat think he was?And bringing a kit with you? Surely you know better?[/i] a low growl slipped from slatepaw's throat. who was this windclan cat and why did he have the right to act all high and mighty? Who are you calling a kit, dust mite[/i] she growled. slatepaw turned his gaze to her. she wasn't afraid in the slightest, he could tell. the young tom couldn't help but smile. he turned his gaze back to the tom just as cougarkit's fur began to lay flat.

he eyed the tom for a moment, deciding that there was no way he was a threat to the two of them, even if cougarkit didn't have any experience, everyone knew how to use their claws. heh. she's not a kit anymore than you are, mousebrain, he mewed, gray tail twitching in annoyance. he smiled. as long as cougarkit was here he might as well, put on a show, right? the mischievous look that crossed his face would have made ravenwing make him stay in camp for the moon. but ravenwing wasn't here. cougarkit was.

he glanced at his friend for a moment before speaking again. and, ah, last time i checked there was a gorge in between our territories. or are windclan cats blind?[/b] it wasn't the smartest thing to say, but slatepaw was about to make it a whole lot worse. bunching his muscles he leaped over the side of the gorge, landing a tail length away from the lean windclan apprentice. his blue eyes twinkled. now im in your territory. whats a runt like you gonna do about it?[/b] he smiled, raising an eyebrow at the other apprentice. this was going to be fun.



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comments; eh. enjoy froth xD do what you please, just dont push him over the gorge...that'd be mean. xD <3
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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2vuf0c7.jpg] Alright, so maybe she wasn’t that small. In fact, now that he had a better view of her, Frothpaw came to the realization that she looked just a bit younger than himself. Still, it didn’t change the way he felt toward these two cats in the least. “Who are you calling a kit, dust mite?” “Ooh, look who’s all high and mighty now,” he teased, flicking his ears back as he spat the words across the gorge. He didn’t miss the other tom’s smile when he looked down at the she-cat, but ignored it all the same, only narrowing his eyes more in frustration. Oh how he wished he was a warrior now; then he’d show them. Or if Elmfrost was here, they’d be running with their tails between their legs. Remembering his brother momentarily gave Frothpaw a burst of bravery, which really wasn’t needed in his reckless paws. Then again, if Elmfrost had been here, Frothpaw realized, his brother wouldn’t be quite as agitated as Frothpaw was being right now. Probably more calm and collected. Thinking about this just about made Frothpaw have a change of heart, as he wished so much to be just like his older sibling, and he almost backed off. Almost. Until, that is, the other apprentice spoke up. “Heh. She’s not a kit anymore than you are, mousebrain.” “Look who’s talking,” Frothpaw muttered, making sure he was loud enough to be heard from across the gorge. Clearly the other apprentice wasn’t afraid any more, which was all the better. It would only egg Frothpaw on even more; not something the tom needed right now. Still, a thingyy smirk appeared on his maw and he mused tauntingly, “RiverClan cats are just so thick. Not to mention mouse brained. What apprentice in their right mind brings along a cat like her?” he motioned toward the ginger and white she-cat at the gray apprentice’s side, but continued talking. “At least WindClan cats have enough sense not to put our kits in danger.” The thingyy tom emphasized the word “kit,” seeing as the she-cat obviously didn’t appreciate being called such. “And, ah, last time I checked there was a gorge between our territories. Or are WindClan cats blind?” Moving his blue-green eyes back to the other tom’s, Frothpaw flicked his tail once in annoyance. “I’m not the one standing right on top of the border line. Well, I am now. But you two were first.” His immature attitude was funny at times, but he didn’t really have all that good of a comeback for that one. He was about to run his mouth off again, but was cut off by the other apprentice’s actions. Before Frothpaw could do anything, the gray tom launched himself across the gorge and stood defiantly on WindClan soil, right in front of the WindClanner. Frothpaw had to back up a few steps so the other tom didn’t go plummeting to his doom. Oh, that was it. A hostile hiss reverberated through Frothpaw’s throat. He drew his lips up in a furious snarl, and lashed his tail about behind him with his ears pinned back. Claws now unsheathed, he fought the urge to right out attack the other tom, even though he now had every right to do so. The thingyy smile that was plastered on the other tom’s face only fed fuel to the inferno building within Frothpaw. “Are you just completely mouse brained?!” he shouted, standing straight up again. Being the tall apprentice he was, Frothpaw usually towered over others. “I swear, do you have any idea how easily I could have just knocked you off? You could have died because of some stupid trick, trying to show off for the she-cats.” He took a step closer to his rival, invading personal boundaries with anger filled eyes, challenging the tom to make the first move, if he were to do so. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]

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[slatekit]

[bg=57B4FF] the other apprentice wasn't afraid either. “Look who’s talking,” he had muttered from across the gorge. the handsome gray tom narrowed his eyes in annoyance. it was one thing if he was being c.ocky but it was completely and utterly annoying if another apprentice was. “RiverClan cats are just so thick. Not to mention mouse brained. What apprentice in their right mind brings along a cat like her?”

[/i] the ginger and patched apprentice mewed. who did this cat think he was? what did he know about riverclan?

the only thing he could know was how superior riverclan was to windclan. how much windclan sucked. how much windclan couldn't stand a chance in a fight against riverclan. but he didn't smile at that thought he could only register cold anger that made his jaw set. and what had he said about cougarkit? “At least WindClan cats have enough sense not to put our kits in danger.” slatepaw's eyes narrowed, and a low growl slipped out of his throat. but he had managed to make his voice light when the first phrase of words had escaped his mouth.

the windclan apprentice spoke again. “I’m not the one standing right on top of the border line. Well, I am now. But you two were first.”[/b][/i][/color] by that time slatepaw had already decided to leap over the gorge. the lean windclan tom took a few steps back, his eyes narrowed in anger. something in his mind must have snapped because his anger was now unguarded. he hissed. slatepaw didn't miss the tom's hostile position, and his claws unsheathing. that made the handsome gray tom nervous, but he was smart enough not to show it. in fact, slatepaw just smiled.

this made the tom angry. even more angry than he already was. “Are you just completely mouse brained?!” he shouted, stretching up to full height. which slatepaw had obviously misjudged because he was much taller than he was. but slatepaw had muscles. the young tom narrowed his eyes. “I swear, do you have any idea how easily I could have just knocked you off? You could have died because of some stupid trick, trying to show off for the she-cats.”[/i][/b] that last phrase made slatepaw beyond angry. and then when the tom tried to invade his personal territory, a challenging look in his eyes, slatepaw couldn't help but glance back at cougarkit for a second. her expression was not visible from his position, but she probably wasn't happy with him.

at the moment slatepaw didn't give a damn. first of all i'm not trying to impress the she-cats, i'm trying to make you look bad. he growled, cerulean blue eyes alight with anger. second, i knew you weren't going to knock me off the edge. your too much of a coward, its all over your face that you are. he took a menacing paw-step forward, their faces not to far apart. or they wouldn't be if the windclan tom wasn't bigger than him. third, didn't i already mention that she wasn't a kit. are you mouse brained? you don't need to pretend your clan has any sense, because its already more than obvious you don't.

and don't you ever insult my clan again. because your about to get your butt kicked by a riverclan cat. her growled. you asked for it you piece of foxdung,[/b] he snarled, his voice raising. with a flick of his tail, he unsheathed his claws and launched himself at the lean windclan cat. lets see how muscles do against bones he thought c.ockily.



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comments; LOL he must look ridiculous threating frothy xD all smaller than him.
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[cougarr]

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[atrb=background,http://i33.tinypic.com/nnqwbp.jpg] “Ooh, look who’s all high and mighty now,” Ears still flat, it took a few deep breaths to find her self control again, and avoid spitting another insult right back. However, she managed to keep her jaws clamped shut, though she didn't miss the smile Slatepaw gave her at her statement. There was no harm in pretending she was an apprentice, was there? It wasn't like she was moons younger than the rank. “heh. she's not a kit anymore than you are, mousebrain,” Wait, was that Slatepaw sticking up for her. Glancing side-ways at the tom, a curious look on her face at his mischievous grin, she couldn't help but feel a stone drop in her belly. Almost at the same time as the WindClan apprentice spoke again. “Look who’s talking, RiverClan cats are just so thick. Not to mention mouse brained. What apprentice in their right mind brings along a cat like her? At least WindClan cats have enough sense not to put our kits in danger.” Growling softly to herself, the fur along her spine bristling again, she looked to Slatepaw once again. “And, ah, last time I checked there was a gorge in between our territories. Or are WindClan cats blind?” Smirking slightly at the gray tom's obvious remark, she turned her attention back to Frothpaw, just as the gray pelt of Slatepaw moved forward, as such a speed she was caught by surprise. Blinking and taking a small step back, the she-cat couldn't help by want to bury her face in her paws. Oh no, he just hadn't jumped over the gorge. “Now I'm in your territory. What's a runt like you gonna do about it?” Yes. He did. The young she-cat let her fur bristle up all it wanted as he bounded forward a few steps. “Slatepaw! What in StarClan's name are you doing?!” she hissed across the gorge, her ears flat against her head and her paws accurately aware of the few small pebbles which slipped off the edge of the cliff as she stood. “Are you just completely mouse brained?! I swear, do you have any idea how easily I could have just knocked you off? You could have died because of some stupid trick, trying to show off for the she-cats.” A wave of anger rushed through her. First he called her a kit, then acted like she was useless at everything? Although she was frustrated as anything at Slatepaw, the stupid furball now face-to-face with a WindClan cat on their own territory, it was nothing compared to how much this ginger and white know-it-all was on her nerves. Of course they had to come around this part of the territory when he was there. She couldn’t explore without facing someone after all could she? Part of her mind knew that it was bound to happen, but that didn't mean the other part liked it. “first of all I’m not trying to impress the she-cats, I’m trying to make you look bad.” And now it had started. The she-cat wanted to bang her head against the ground. “second, i knew you weren't going to knock me off the edge. your too much of a coward, its all over your face that you are.” No, no, no. She cursed to herself, caramel glare burning into the gray tom's pelt. “third, didn't i already mention that she wasn't a kit. are you mouse brained? you don't need to pretend your clan has any sense, because its already more than obvious you don't.” Okay, he'd made his point. Couldn’t he just drop it and leave the ginger furball to himself? As much as she wouldn’t mind tearing that piece of foxdung to shreds herself, the last thing either of them needed was coming back to camp after not only breaking one rule, but another valuable one? Hell, the fact that she, the rule-breaker extraordinare was thinking that only made it worse. Yet, there was one thing that confused her enough to make her think twice about joining the tom over the border. Why wasn't she scared that they were facing an enemy apprentice, or regretting leaving camp? “and don't you ever insult my clan again. because your about to get your butt kicked by a RiverClan cat. you asked for it you piece of foxdung” Frustration gripped at the she-cat as she dug her claws into the ground. “Slatepaw! You furball! Don't...!” she yowled across the border, but only as the gray tom launched himself at the other apprentice. She wanted to yowl louder than ever at that moment, but managed to bite her tongue. Focus! There has to be something you can do! Looking around, the only thing she could think of that didn't involved getting herself torn to shreds for being out of camp in the first place was dragging the tom across the gorge herself. Looking down between the gaps of land, Cougarkit forced herself to swallow the lump forming in her throat. Okay, maybe fighting didn't scare her, but the gorge did. Looking down, she was sure she could see the turning waters, and it took a lot for her to look back up to the two toms. Fattening her ears again, she shook her head. “Minnowpaw wasn't kidding when she said toms were mousebrains,” she muttered to herself before backing up. There was only one way of stopping this, and that was by separating the toms with her own paws. Grinding her teeth together, the she-cat pelted forward, tensing her hind legs like she did when she was breaking the rules and going onto the leader’s perch, and sprung forward. For a moment all she could feel was the lightness of the air, the breeze that tussled her fur, but quickly, she opened her eyes, just in time to focus on the other side. A moment of panic set in when it seemed too far away, but she was frozen, until her front legs hit the grass on the other side. Using all the strength she could muster, the kit pulled her body forward enough so her hind legs caught the very edge of the gorge, enough to give her footing as she pulled herself away from the edge, blood pounding loudly in her ears as the strong scent of WindClan slammed into her gland. The shock made her step backward, of course, the one foot slipping off the edge. Gasping with surprise, Cougarkit instinctively unsheathed her claws again, latching onto the ground as her other hind leg slipped and she slide backward. “Foxdung!” Panic settled in as she forced her body to stop, not before her hind end was dangling dangerously over the edge. She wasn’t sure if her weak limbs would have the power to haul her up, and it was hanging there that she realised just how weak she was, untrained. Was this how Minnowpaw felt in that border fight? She asked herself, before good sense got her as she grinded her teeth together, knowing that there was only one thing she could do. Though it would more than likely having the affect she wanted to do in the first place. “Slatepaw!” words; 1202. tagged; slatepaw, frothpaw. muse; great! notes; -huggles cougar- [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]

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[minnowtail]

Over her heart racing, and her blood surging like a river through her veins; she could scarcely hear her paws scrabble over moist leaves. The sun glimmered through the faint trees, and the reeds dripped in its embracing warmth. Somehow, she felt righteous. It'd been a day since she met Raggedpaw, and something about him interested her. She couldn't push him out of her mind since; the way he spoke, the way he treated her. Ignoring his flicker of conceit, she focused more on his smile, and his eyes. Those eyes. She couldn't blame him for being surprised by hers, they were nearly the same, if not for their obvious difference in hue. Minnowpaw slithered quietly onwards, occasionally pausing to scan the territory for her Clan-mates.

She didn't want them to know that she was going close to WindClans border. Scratch that, she didn't want them to know she was out of camp! Claws catching on twigs and loose vines, she rolled forwards, flipping down a slippery ravine. "Oomph!"

He'd tripped too! Raggedpaw, at fourtrees, he slipped over almost nothing. All he said was Oww. The memory stirred a laugh in her chest; undaunted, the silvery gray tabby she-cat returned to her soaked paws and hurried. She knew that it was against the code, and that he was from another Clan. A Clan, to be specific, that was practically at war with RiverClan. A piece of her, deep inside, hated WindClan, but she couldn't blame them for retaliating. She didn't blame them for any of their wrongdoings, because that was life. RiverClan deserved it. Why were they interested in crossing the border anyway? RiverClan didn't hunt anything but fish, and sometimes small, meager water prey.

Mystic blue eyes cast straight ahead, her plume-like tail flowing behind her. She was a glittering streak, her long stripe shining, and reflecting a distant streak of the sun.

The prodding, prying presence insisted that she visit the border to look for Raggedpaw, to seek out his grisly tabby fur... but a stronger aspect of her, told her firmly no. That she could never. That she should go back, and forget about him entirely. That presence pushed her.

She wondered briefly what Furzeheart would have said, or what her worrying sister Waterstep would have pestered. She'd been frantic when Minnowpaw returned to camp, Swiftpaw at her side. Minnowpaw felt like a prisoner.

But... when she reached the border, her head nosed out of the fronds; she was not amused by what she saw. Her heart shattered, her eyes widened in dismay and a shriek of pure horror escaped her lips. It broke into the atmosphere, a wail of complete torture. "Cougarkit!" The kit was hanging over the edge of the gorge! Her tiny paws trying to catch a grip; further away, Slatepaw was gripping with a WindClan tom. Her panic drove her into the river, where she paddled furiously.

Like a bullet, she hurried to Cougarkit. Catching her scruff, Minnowpaw hauled her over. What was going on!? Why was Cougarkit out of camp and why were they so close to the border? No, they were over the border! Mouse-brain! Instantly remembering the fight she started, she launched herself between the two battling toms. Attempting to shove them as far away from eachother as she possibly could.

"Slatepaw! Stop!" She hissed, embarrassed and angry all at once.

What is he DOING?! Question passed through her gaze.

Something wasn't right.

The presence tugged at her side; Raggedpaw wasn't here.

Disappointment engulfed her.

"Fighting is wrong! Cougarkit almost died!" She spat desperately between breaths.

Why couldn't they see that?

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[twi]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2vuf0c7.jpg] Everything seemed to happen so fast. In a blur of movement, only a few heartbeats, even, so much had happened. Frothpaw couldn’t process it all. He stared defiantly down at the other apprentice, only just shorter than himself, his sea colored eyes narrowed, nothing but anger found within their depths. He stood as tall as he could, ears pinned back, lip curled in a feral snarl as the fur on the back of his neck was raised, bristling, on end; claws unsheathed and sinking into the soil under paw. Oh, he was mad. Frothpaw was one to be mad a lot, but right now, staring down this incompitent feline, he felt like he was going to explode with just how much hatred he was feeling right then at that moment. The tom said nothing, only glared with his sea blue and green eyes peering at the other apprentice with a dangerous glint to them. The RiverClan cat started talking, and Frothpaw let his tail lash behind him in fury at his words, but otherwise did nothing more to show his emotions. Right now was not time for his talking; he wanted to hear just what this cretin had to say. He wanted to scoff at the other tom, but could do nothing more than just stand, frozen, in a dead locked glare. He had so much to say, so much he wanted to do to this one cat, but yet he did nothing. Just growled, fangs bared, as he listened to the tom’s obnoxious words. “First of all, I’m not trying to impress the she-cats, I’m trying to make you look bad.” “Coulda fooled me,” Frothpaw muttered, never once flinching or breaking his eye contact with the cat. ’Trying’ is the key word there, he added mentally to himself. “Second, I knew you weren’t going to knock me off the edge. You’re too much of a coward, it’s all over your face that you are. Third, didn’t I already mention that she wasn’t a kit. Are you mouse-brained? You don’t need to pretend your Clan has any sense, because it’s already obvious you don’t.” Oooh, how badly he simply wanted to strike out at that moment, show the little rat who he was messing with; show him just how cowardly and how much sense a WindClan cat really had. But no. Frothpaw would wait. He may be dumb, but he wasn’t mouse-brained; he would wait for the other cat to make the first move. If they were going to fight, Frothpaw wasn’t going to be the one to make the first move, even if he had every right to do so at the moment, seeing as they were on WindClan soil. And, well, this cat was annoying the hell out of him. “You asked for it you piece of foxdung.” BOOM. Headshot. Frothpaw had no time to react, even though he already knew the attack was coming, and was flung backward by the RiverClan’s move. A furious hiss ripped out of the ginger and white WindClan tom’s throat as this happened, and he scrambled to his paws as fast he could to prepare his counter attack. Balancing himself quickly on his long legs, Frothpaw launched himself at his opponent, jaw wide open, in an attempt to leave a wound on the gray apprentice’s shoulder. Then came a pitiful cry; one that stopped Frothpaw in his tracks. Looking past his opponent, though every fiber of his being was screaming at him to continue fighting and not look away from his attacker, fear and panic swept across his face, shadowing the earlier intense burning anger that he’d been feeling toward the other apprentice. His eyes went wide and his tall, lean body reacted immediately, leaping to the side of the other tom to come to the aide of the RiverClan she-cat who’d been here originally with the other tom. Before Frothpaw could even so much as reach the distressed she-cat, however, another RiverClan apprentice appeared from no where and saved the day, returning both herself and the smaller she-cat back to RiverClan’s side of the border. Frothpaw merely stood where he was, before the she-cat who’d come from no where pushed her way between he and the gray tom he’d been grappling with before, demanding an explanation. Frothpaw backed up angrily, not appreciating the invasion, and, with flattened ears, turned his gaze to the new she-cat. Though, now that this sudden change of atmosphere occurred, Frothpaw no longer was snarling or had unsheathed claws, poised to attack. He instead simply stood, head low in a warning posture. “Well, looks like we’ve got a RiverClan party going on here, eh?” he mused. Though distaste was thick in his voice, he at least tried to throw in a small bit of humor in his words. He shook his head after that statement, though, and the anger was back on his face, lighting his features dangerously. He wasn’t done yet. They were still on his territory, and Frothpaw wasn’t going to stand here and let them stay as long as they wanted. Returning his eyes to the gray tom, he narrowed them slightly. “Get out of here before she tries to kill herself again.” He motioned toward the small ginger and white she-cat who’d been in danger, before continuing, “And before I rip your tails off and decorate the camp with them.” words; 897 tagged; slatepaw, cougarkit, minnowpaw muse; gewd songs; Linkinpark - Catalyst Three Day's Grace - Animal I have Become Slipknot - Snuff ooc; Dude I love this tread, it's so awesome. xD [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]

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[elmfrost]

It was one of those days where the atmosphere was just light, bearable in many ways. Sunlight danced across the waving grasses of the plains, the warmth of the sunlight spreading through his short pelt. Vivid blue eyes gaze across the field ahead of him, from his perch on one of the clan's many hills, the sound of the wind whistling through his ears. He'd been out since dawn, attempting to hunt the many rabbits which roamed the area, but, with his speed at it's lowest and the wind constantly changing direction, he'd barely caught three. To many, it might have seemed like a waste of effort, or an irritation at very least, but honestly, he wasn't phased in the slightest. It was just one of those days after all. What had caused him to pause in the somewhat fruitless hunt however, was the scent of his younger brother, which was still rather fresh across these parts. Technically, the tom should have been training with his mentor, but for some reason, that wasn't the case, and knowing the ginger and white tom, it was highly likely he wasn't on a solo mission like the older warrior was. Peering down through the grasses toward the gorge which marked the border, he was sure that there were moving forms down there. Ear twitching to the side slightly, the warrior parted his jaws to taste the air. RiverClan. Ears flicking for the briefest of moments against his head, Elmfrost slowly climbed back to his paws, upon tasting another, very familiar WindClan scent on the same breeze. An irritated sigh escaped the tom's jaws, only now there was no one around. “Of course, there's border trouble and you're the only cat down there from WindClan.” He murmured to himself, ear flicking slightly before the tom slowly made his way down the hill toward the border. It was in moving to the top of the last hill, a she-cat's yowl pierced the air, and the mumbled yells of toms echoed through the gorge itself. “Get out of here before she tries to kill herself again. And before I rip your tails off and decorate the camp with them.” Pulling on a straight face, the tom almost wanted to run down and push his brother into the gorge himself. Stalking smoothly down the hill, his paw-steps light, but broad shoulders separating his frame from moving in synchronisation with the grass, the warrior took in the scene before him. Frothpaw, the daft furball he was, was standing in front of a stronger-looking gray tom, while a tabby she-cat he recognised as Minnowpaw was separating the tussling toms. Of course, they were on WindClan's side of the border, so Frothpaw was in his right for snapping at them, but with the state of play, three against one, this wasn't his wisest move ever. That, and he was almost certain by the flared up way the gray apprentice was standing, his brother had done something to provoke it. “Calm yourself Frothpaw,” he meowed smoothly, his voice icy calm as the tabby and white tom slipped up to stand next to his smaller brother, vivid blue gaze settling on the three RiverClan cats with a quiet calmness. After a moment's pause, the WindClan warrior took a step forward, unintentionally nudging the ginger and white tom back with a glance to accompany it, one which just said 'we'll talk later'. “May, I ask what is going on here?” he didn't feel the need to point out the border or the obvious flared-up state of all the apprentices. Somehow, the fact that there were four apprentices here only made him want to groan out loud. However, he calmed himself, and instead, patiently waited for one of the three RiverClan cats to address the issue. [bg=1c1c31][atrb=width,400][atrb=border,0,true]

[slatekit]

[bg=57B4FF] his attack hit, much to his surprise. its not that he wasn't expecting his claws to make contact with the windclan apprentice's face, its just he thought the c.ocky tom would have the sense to move out of the way. his attack hadn't been that 'sneaky' so as the apprentice was getting to his feet he let out a triumphant smile, his gray tail twitching. it was there everything started to go wrong. as he crouched to spring at the ginger and patched apprentice he heard the sound of the ground shifting as something landed on it. his blue eyes narrowed in confusion, and he turned his head just in time to see cougarkit step back off the end of the gorge. his stomach dropped with fear, and he squeezed his eyes closed tight for a moment, before snapping them open again. cougarkit's front half of her body was over the gorge, her hind end dangling, threating to unbalance her and sending her falling into the rushing waters of the river. in reality slatepaw should be leaping for her. trying to save her. but he was oh so scared...so scared. so he stood there, pralyzed with fear, as the blood rushing in his ears blocked out the sound of cougarkit's cry to him. move slatepaw! move! move! she'll die! he shouted at his muscles, and finally they budged. he moved forward just as minnowpaw came out of nowhere, grabbing cougarkit and returning her safely to land. Uncomprehendingly, Slatepaw stared at her, his big blue eyes wide. minnowpaw's angry voice is what brought him back to reality. "Slatepaw! Stop!" she hissed shoving her way between the two toms. and all at once his terror turned to anger. not at minnowpaw, but at himself. what was he doing? why hadn't he acted quick enough. why had he just stood there? and why had minnowpaw been the one to save cougarkit. why had minnopaw been the one to do something right? she was breathing hard. "Fighting is wrong! Cougarkit almost died!" she spat desperately, disappointment written on her face. he allowed his eyes to move over to cougarkit. cougarkit...are you alright? he called, ignoring minnowpaw's harsh words. how could he respond when he knew that they were true? cougarkit almost died the words rung through his head. because they were true. at any moment in slatepaw's hesitation, cougarkit could have lost her grip on the edge of the gorge and fallen to her death. and it would have been his fault, all his fault. his fault for taking her out of camp, and bringing her to the gorge even though he knew that riverclan and windclan were currently on edge. and all like the windclan apprentice said, to impress her. everyone seemed to be right, everyone except for him. he looked back to the apprentice, ready to apologize for his actions and suggest that he and the others go on their way. his voice cut in before slatepaw could speak. “Well, looks like we’ve got a RiverClan party going on here, eh?” those words were enough to anger slatepaw even farther. this windclan apprentice was still being hostile? was he out of his mind? “Get out of here before she tries to kill herself again.” his tail motioning swiftly to cougarkit. “And before I rip your tails off and decorate the camp with them.” too far. he'd gone too far, and im sure slarepaw's expression said that. his blue eyes which had been filled with remorse brightened with his anger, as he went into the same hostile position that the windclan apprentice had assumed. his claws were not yet unsheathed, but his lips pulled up into a snarl. are you seriously going to threaten us after what just happened? what the hell is wrong with you, he growled his fur rising on his pelt. slatepaw came to the conclusion that windclan cats were heartless, if they didn't care if a cat just almost fell over the gorge. if minnowpaw wasn't there, he would have attacked. and he would have said more, if the presence of another cat hadn't made him shut up. “Calm yourself Frothpaw,”

[/b] it was the command of a windclan warrior, which slatepaw had seen few times. elmfrost. a warrior. slatepaw knew he wouldn't stand a chance, but he couldn't put a cap on his anger. what he could do was not attack, but that was taking all his will power.

the warrior spoke again, frightfully calm for this situation. “May, I ask what is going on here?” he was so calm. almost like he didn't care. slatepaw, for once was at a loss of words. so he said the only thing that came naturally when this question was asked. nothing. he growled.






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muse; not that great xD
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tags; cougarkit, frothpaw, minnopwaw, elmfrost
comments; epic. xDD
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