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Post by cougarr on Sept 13, 2010 15:29:04 GMT -5
 [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] | [atrb=background,http://i33.tinypic.com/nnqwbp.jpg]At one point, her eyes had squeezed shut, her claws digging as hard as possible into the dirt as she could manage. All she was trying to focus on was the sound of her frantic heart and keeping herself from slipping any further. That all stopped though when a very familiar voice wailed out of nowhere. "Cougarkit!" Oh no, no no no. She probably shouldn't have been regretting hearing her best friend's voice, but, she did. Cause knowing Minnowpaw was there meant in short, they'd be caught. Suddenly, she found herself hauled away from the edge, and with the weightless feeling that swept through her, she was worried for the briefest of moments she had slipped. But, obviously she hadn't, as she could feel Minnowpaw's fangs digging into her scruff.
Dropped back onto stable ground with a grunt on impact, the tan and white she-cat groaned, lifting herself to her paws in time to see the tabby she-cat dive between the two toms, who, as she'd noticed, stopped fighting just before Minnowpaw got there. Huh, so maybe almost dying did have it's benefits. It'd stopped them after all. "Slatepaw! Stop! Fighting is wrong! Cougarkit almost died!" Ears flattened against her head again, as the kit ducked her head, embarrassment heating up the skin under her fur. “Thanks for the reminder,” she grumbled under her breath before slowly tugging her aching limbs into a standing position. Looking at the two stunned toms and the obviously upset Minnowpaw, she could help but feel and overwhelming sense of guilt.
“Well, looks like we’ve got a RiverClan party going on here, eh? Get out of here before she tries to kill herself again. And before I rip your tails off and decorate the camp with them.” Why the hell had she tried to jump it? Yes, she'd succeeded, but she wasn't used to the scents of other clans, that was all that drove her over the edge. A flare of anger at the WindClan tom made her dig her claws back into the soil, her jaws clamped back together. She never should have tried to get out of camp, shouldn't have taken up on Slatepaw's offer, at least stayed on their side of the border! Yet, she didn't want to take any of it back. Yes, it had happened, but she was glad. It was new, and boy, it had her heart racing in a way she could barely imagine.
Suddenly, another cat joined the group, another WindClan cat. “Calm yourself Frothpaw. May, I ask what is going on here?” Twitching her whiskers, the she-cat sent a sharp glare in the ginger and white tom's direction, her whiskers twitching with irritation. Why had he have to turn up? Now they were going to have to address a warrior. Letting her ears rise again, though her head was still partly lowered, she glanced at Slatepaw as he replied. “nothing. “ Giving a small nod of agreement, the she-kit looked toward Minnowpaw. She reminded herself that she should be thankful the she-cat had turned up, but, all she could feel was irritation, that they'd met Frothpaw, that they'd jumped the border, that she had shown up.
Looking to the other RiverClan apprentices, she narrowed her eyes at the other tom, before Turning back toward their territory. “C'mon,” she mumbled, before twitching her whiskers and taking another run for the gorge. She knew she could make it, and was sure the clan's scent wouldn't knock her back like a barrier this time, so, it was easier to make the leap. Landing steadily on the other side, the right side, although her legs did shake with the impact, she looked back toward the two other apprentices. And now is when Minnowpaw shreds you both to a fine dust.
words; 633.
tagged; slatepaw, frothpaw, minnowpaw, elmfrost.
muse; decent.
notes; love it. xD
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Post by minnowtail on Oct 26, 2010 20:50:54 GMT -5
She couldn't understand anything, not why she'd started a border fight herself, why she goaded on the enemy warrior, why she left early in the morning to go to fourtrees, and why Slatepaw would allow Cougarkit to get into so much danger... her heart felt like it was shattering into a million little pieces, pieces that no matter the attempt or effort, could not fit back together. Torn in half by disbelief and rage, her mystic blue gaze burned with spontaneous firelight. Optics turning on Frothpaw, her tail tip twitched once. Because who was he to attack a helpless kit? What true threat did Cougarkit pose to him? A big and mighty WindClan apprentice, oh, StarClan have mercy on him, lest they strike him where he sits instead. Images of a limp and broken Cougarkit swarmed through Minnowpaws mind, and her brow set firmly. Maw rigid, she stood and faced him defiantly. She promised Cougarkit that she would never, ever, ever let anything happen to her, and no matter the situation or the metaphor between right and wrong, she would always defend her. Till the end. If this WindClan apprentice, whom she recognized fairly, would set his claws on the youth of today, who was to say that he respected the warrior code? He could defend his borders, yes, but to attack a kit? He was clearly mistaken.
Slatepaw's attention switched towards Cougarkit, but his question went unheard or noticed by the sweet tabby she-cat. Frothpaws remarks, however, were perceived clearly. It made her more livid than before; her stance was blatantly fuming. Well, looks like we’ve got a RiverClan party going on here, eh? Figures he would be so uncaring! He was WindClan! Not yet! But I ought to go get some more of us, so we can have a WindClan bloodbath! Minnowpaw almost spat, but she held herself. She didn't want to get Slatepaw or Cougarkit into even more or a scrap because of one thingyy dust-breathed comment. Get out of here before she tries to kill herself again. And before I rip your tails off and decorate the camp with them.
"You're very sympathetic to kits, male filth," she lifted her muzzle, puffing her chest out as she surveyed him heavily with the weight of her eyes, "Decorating your camp with RiverClan tails is almost a compliment- our fur must be lavish and beautiful if it'd be hung up like a trophy. I wouldn't hang your tail in our camp, you smell like the foxdung that you are." Hmph. That'll show him, little dirtbag. If she weren't so suddenly against the idea of more war, she would have leapt for him. With more experience than last time, it would have been her pleasure to have actually torn his tail off. In the distance, a figure crept over the hillside, sauntering down to join the haughty tom. It was a warrior, she could tell, by his size.
And like that, she ignored Slatepaw completely. Once they got away from the border, she would have her way with him and there would be no word of it. That was that. If anyone really knew Minnowpaw, she could be somewhat demanding, sure, and insolent, but she was fierce when it came to things she truly believed in. She glared onwards, keeping her proud posture. Calm yourself Frothpaw, may, I ask what is going on here?
"Your order to Frothpaw defeats the purpose of your question," she growled, "Attacking a kit in fear that she would cross his border, how naive."
Just because Elmfrost was a warrior didn't mean she would respect him. Not after that show. "I owe you." She spit to Frothpaw, before she crossly dipped her head to Cougarkit, turning away from both toms and the border. Whether Slatepaw followed or not, she cared so little.
"You're in big trouble, you hear me?" She hissed to the tan and tabby she-kit.
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