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Post by scoutpaw on Mar 17, 2011 15:15:10 GMT -5
}}Scoutpaw[/font] Scoutpaw glanced around the camp. It was half empty, most of the cats were either in their dens hiding from the cold or where out on a patrol or hunt. Being actually the smallest apprentice at the moment Scout had to keep proving himself. By actually catching as much prey as he could, ever since his mentor taught him now to hunt he had been doing amazing. It was the fighting part that challenged him, he was so much smaller than even some of the apprentices and could guess that he wouldn’t catch up in size any time soon. I got Dad’s height issues.. He thought with a small purr, thinking of his dad again, but as he stood and walked to a tall tree. The thoughts of his dad disappeared as Scoutpaw’s green eyes narrowed before he hunkered down and leaped into the tree.
Normally Scoutpaw would have been able to climb up all the way, he was good at stuff like this, but when all his paws found was ice, Scoutpaw flipped in the air and barely landed back on the ground with his paws. Once he hit the ground, Scoutpaw slumped to the snow and glared up at the tree. He heard a familiar chuckle and turned to see the medicine cat, Fadedstorm, laughing softly from his din. Scout guessed Faded had seen Scoutpaw fall. With a slightly agitated sign, Scoutpaw hopped up and ran out of the camp.
If anything Scoutpaw was a very fast cat, he hunkered close to the ground and just flat out ran. Many of his friends had said he looks like a small orange ball darting across everything and that’s how he probably looked now. He ran in a direction he knew since he was a kit...literally. Scoutpaw came to a stop in the trees before the Sunningrocks. The apprentice lied down behind a bit of undergrowth and lied there, his green eyes going over the rocks, lost in the memory of when he and his three siblings had escaped the nursery and made it to the freezing water. I’m glad Dawn and Emberstar came when they did...or we would be frozen little kits. He let his thoughts move around to that day as he sat and watched the rocks, thinking.
for truth with 380 words and a note saying sorry it took so long!
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Post by truth on Mar 17, 2011 16:09:37 GMT -5
.t.r.u.t.h. [/font][/center] The sun was just barely able to peak her head between the clouds that shrouded her. A veil of darkness, they threatened her presence, and Truth knew that she'd soon vanish completely. The loner was sitting in the tall branches of a tree, one that she'd just climbed earlier. And oak tree, it was, sturdy and tall, and she'd managed to climb it just before it iced over. It was actually one of the only trees that wasn't iced over when she got there earlier. She'd walked across the thunderpath to this promising territory, and she'd made it about halfway to the camp before she climbed up a tree to safety. The ground was far too dangerous- cats could find her if she was on the ground. Her emerald eyes closed in the safety of those branches, and they'd only just fluttered open. The first thing she saw was the apprentice.
The ThunderClan apprentice was trying to climb a tree. Truth's eyes were formed by sleep, but they glinted and smiled in amusement as he fell, landing on his paws just barely. A faint laugh echoed from the camp, and the small tom sprinted from the scene. Truth was truly intrigued. Such an interesting cat, and he seemed roughly her age, though small as he was. He'd be fun to play with. The question of playing with other cats her age was always one Truth asked. Though she was alone, though she was mature, and though she always had to care for herself, she still like to play. So, scrambling down the icy trunk and plopping into the snow, Truth scurried silently after him.
He was sitting, staring out at a rocky expanse. Apparently he hadn't seen her or heard her coming, so she used that to her advantage. Sitting silently next to him, only a bit behind, she smiled softly and stared dead ahead. "A nice view, huh?" she asked, her voice as smooth as liquid. Her fur shimmered in the faint, final rays of sun, the tan fur appearing brown and the tabby marks appearing gold.
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Post by scoutpaw on Mar 19, 2011 0:33:13 GMT -5
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 | [atrb=background,http://i877.photobucket.com/albums/ab333/Kessaku-Hakai/Warriors%20Saga%20RPG%20Sigs/mid.png]Scoutpaw was so caught up in his memories that he didn’t hear nor notice the she-cat come and sit beside him. A nice view, huh? Scoutpaw’s mind instantly jumped from the winter wonderland of a few moons ago to the voice he hadn’t heard in his short life. Fur rose on his spine as he jumped and spun quickly around to face whoever it was at his back, a move lightningflower had taught him to use his speed against an opponent. Once his small paws hit the ground, Scoutpaw’s bright green eyes landed on the small figure who had been behind him.
In all truth the cat looked to be about his age, only a tad bit bigger and she was defiantly a she-cat. But even though she didn’t look like she would try and attack, Scoutpaw kept on his toes, trying to keep his claws shelthed even though the small bit of adrenaline rushing through his small form wanted them out. Next thing Scoutpaw checked was he smell, she didn’t have a clan smell. One of his first days as an apprentice, he and his siblings had been around the borders, figuring out the other clans smells, and this she-cat didn’t smell like any of them.
Confused, Scoutpaw felt curiosity overriding his caution as his green eyes studied the she-cat. Yes...its a great view. I went here with my littermates when I was a kit. It was a lot of fun...but what are you doing here?Scoutpaw meowed as his gaze tried to piece together why the non clan cat was here. You don’t smell like a kittypet...or a Shadowclan cat...or the other two clans...nor ThunderClan. I would know you if you were...why are you on our territory? He asked, that inner defense mode slowly decreasing as more questions formed in his head.
It was something new to see another cat he hadn’t met before, especially since he had a little over a moon ago became an apprentice. Even though Scoutpaw felt like letting down his guard and just sitting, talking to the new cat, he didn’t. Besides, this she-cat may be like his brother and when Scoutpaw felt at home something unthinkable would happen. Well...if she’s not a clan cat then she might not know how to fight...and I’m not that much smaller than her meaning I’m all good! Scoutpaw thought happily as his mind raced over the moves his mentor had taught him recently. You’re my age though...oh this is so odd... Scoutpaw more or less muttered to himself as his gaze searched the she-cat.
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