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  • #4102
    Rookfall
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    Sloepaw, RiverClan Apprentice

    Although the floodwaters no longer traversed the land, RiverClan’s territory was still healing from the chaos. Unused to the harsh current, grass was ripped up and soil swept away by the water, leaving in its wake several patches of barren earth. Mangled, water-logged driftwood littered the earth a mile past the riverbank, which surprised Sloepaw. She didn’t know floods could reach that far, but she supposed that’s why it destroyed RiverClan’s camp. The young apprentice followed the late-morning patrol with strong, young paws. She was more than ready to bring home a catch today! Unfortunately, the flood happened mere sunrises after she received her apprenticeship. Her mentor had little time to show her how to fish, but during RiverClan’s stay with ShadowClan, she learned how to hunt the dry land. Well, as dry as ShadowClan was. Sometimes, the swampy peat was as wet as RiverClan’s marsh – not that she was complaining. It had helped her homesickness to remain around familiar – yet completely different land.

    She would never admit this to anyone, but she missed ShadowClan. She had developed an appreciation for their culture during her stay. She met cats worth of admiration and saw sights that left her in awe. Sloepaw was brought out on nocturnal patrols more than once, where she saw the world in a different perspective. Golden fireflies lit their way at ShadowClan. They were the nocturnal suns of the forest, content to live and let live. She felt the fireflies were as much part of StarClan as the stars themselves; the fireflies were their way of walking among their Clanmates again. She saw massive toadstools, hanging moss, elegant willows, pungent flowers – she became more familiar with ShadowClan territory than her own in the short time she visited. A part of her regret leaving ShadowClan. Everything was so busy compared to the stabilized atmosphere in ShadowClan. She had to work twice as hard now that RiverClan was back. Heronflight sent out more patrols – which included the late-morning patrol. The Clan was hungry. The Clan was rebuilding. Sloepaw felt a twinge of guilt blossom within her for her selfish thoughts. When she became a warrior apprentice of RiverClan, she promised the leader she would be loyal and defend her Clanmates. She was determined to fulfill that promise by catching her first fish.

    Nerves shot through her blood as the patrol came closer to the Fishing Stones. The earth became softer, the mud deeper as they drew closer to the serene waters of the Stones. Sloepaw tried not to jump or walk too hard on the land, but it was hard to find spots that did not harbor pockets of water beneath. Freezing mud encased her legs with each step. By the time she reached the Stones herself, she could not help but shiver. Frustration welled within her as she leapt onto one of the stones. Due to the slick dirt on her paws, she nearly did a most ungraceful fall into the pool, but she caught herself. Her ears flattened and she hissed a soft swear once she balanced herself on the stone. Beneath the surface of the clear water, a flash of silver caught her eye. The claw-thin pupil resting within her flame-colored eyes dilated once she registered it. Excitement coursed beneath her pelt as her head shot to and fro, searching for the fish.

    She had to catch it!

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    “Destiny isn't a path any cat follows blindly. It is always a matter of choice, and sometimes the heart speaks loudest. Listen to your heart, because that's where your true destiny lies.”
    - Leafpool

    #4112
    Roach
    Participant

    Burntpaw~ Riverclan Apprentice

    Sage and lemongrass hues flicker around carefully as the slender, fluffy white and patched honey and chocolate brown she-cat makes her way through Riverclan territory. Humming softly to herself as she was glad to be away from camp, being around camp became a bore for the young apprentice. Her mentor was too busy to train her, which she understood, she was not top priority, the clan as a whole was. The treacherous heavy rains and thunderous winds had caused chaos within the clans, everything was slowly returning to norm bit by bit. One of her paper thin ears twitch, frowning as she remembers having to reside in Thunderclan until the storm had died down. Now that was definitely an awe experience for her, and she was sure that her sister; Vinepaw would agree. It had been strange being in another territory never mind with a whole other clan. Following their ways and hunting in their lands was a whole new experience that she would never forget. Burntpaw glances down at the ground, feeling the damp soil slip between her toes, clinging to the thin webbed skin of her toes. Flexing her toes as she enjoys the feeling of the earth beneath her paws.

    Soft chirping of birds singing their morning song to one another brought a carefree smile to her lips, the comforting aura around her made her feel relaxed as she trek through the marsh like lands. Burntpaw has no specific destination set in mind, she was just going to go where her paws lead her. Swishing her fluffed tail side to side in content, nostrils flaring as she takes a deep breath of fresh air, earthly tones clinging to her tongue as she did so. ‘What to do…?’ She questioned herself as she fiddles with stones beneath her paws. Licking them without a care of where they would end up, brows furrowed in concentration as she kicks yet another pebbled stone. Pausing as the tranquil sound of water flowing caught her attention. Blinking her two toned green eyes before realizing that she was near the fishing stones. “Maybe relaxing by the water or fishing would be nice..” she muttered to herself with a nod. Silently she approaches, the faint sounds of water becoming more prominent as the closer she appears. Slipping through the brush with slight difficulty, cursing her long fur that snagged several branches along the way. Ignoring the disheveled appearance, squinting her green eyes at the harsh bright rays shining on her face. Tilting and turning her head to get a better look of her surroundings.

    Jumping at the sound of a force breaking the liquid surface of the water. Frantically searching for the source of the sound, fur bristling as she had not been prepared for anyone else to be near the area. Lips parted as her gaze lands on the dark form of a fellow apprentice; Sloepaw. Form relaxing as there was no threat, just her obliviousness to her surroundings that caused her to become caught off guard. Breathlessly giggling to herself, ‘Gosh since when did I scare so easily?’ She wondered before curiously making her way towards Sloepaw. Watching with amusement as the younger apprentice practices her skill on catching fish. Burntpaw knew vaguely of the dark, amber eyed apprentice, which was definitely unusual for the informative feline. This was a perfect opportunity to learn more about her. “Having fun?” She questions in a sweet sing-song voice as she settles beside Sloepaw with a small grin.

    #4115
    Rookfall
    Participant

    The fish had different personalities. She realized this within minutes of studying the fish beneath the water. Like cats, they had different ‘pelt colors’. Some fish were brown, some were silver, some had flecks of pink across their scales. The younger fish liked to swim to the surface. They knew they shouldn’t; it was dangerous. Yet, they shot like rockets through the pools of sunlight, enjoying the warmth on their scales and the promise of adventure sights above the water brought. The more mature fish swam near the bottom, lazing in the cool, dark water. Occasionally, they would risk bobbing to the surface to collect food, but they would swim back down to their niche as soon as they fed. She noticed a rather large white fish swimming farther into the depths, just out of her reach. One day, she would be back for it, she vowed. One day, when she was bigger, stronger, wiser…she would be back for that fish, and she would give it to the hungriest cat in the Clan! It was enough to feed two adult cats. At least, she hoped so. Sloepaw connected the similarities between the fish and her own Clan. The kittens loved to press their luck, the warriors were careful and organized, and the fish that looked as though it were crafted from starlight? That must be the leader. Sloepaw’s amber eyes widened. Oh, how she would brag if she caught the leader of fish!

    The young apprentice flicked her ears to the sound of a familiar voice. She was so absorbed in her thoughts she did not hear her denmate approaching. Sloepaw removed her attention from the water to focus on Burntpaw. A little smile tugged on the edges of her lips and she offered a delicate purr. “Oh, yes!” She chirped. She was in a rather good mood whenever she could talk to a denmate. The warriors that weren’t her mentor were intimidating. They saw her as a quiet cat, but her true personality only showed itself around peers. “I’m fishing. I…haven’t exactly learned yet, but it can’t be that hard, can it? My mentor had me practice fishing the stones from this spot, but I want to catch a real fish! RiverClan can’t eat rocks after a hard day of repairing our camp.”

    “Destiny isn't a path any cat follows blindly. It is always a matter of choice, and sometimes the heart speaks loudest. Listen to your heart, because that's where your true destiny lies.”
    - Leafpool

    #4118
    Roach
    Participant

    Burntpaw ~ Riverclan Apprentice

    Tilting her cranium in wonder, shifting her slender frame in order to peer over Sloepaw’s shoulder. Sage and lemongrass eyes reflecting back at her from the clear blue ripples of the river. Eyes widening as she catches glimpses of variety of different shades, varying from browns, greys, silvers, and even a rare iridescent white fish that when the sun’s light hit just right on its scales caused it to glow a dusky pink to a pale blue. The sight before her had her memorized, she had never had taken the time to notice such simple beauty of nature. It was something that she would often over look if it hadn’t been the look of awe and concentration on Sloepaw’s features that drew her in to figure what was so intriguing. “I’ve always wondered what other animals thought. How they correlate with one another and how they have adapted.” She whispered, not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence that surrounded them. From looking at the black she-apprentice next to her, she felt that she thought the same way. That she wondered if other creatures were just as developed as they were, just in their own ways.
    An easy smile appears on her lips at Sloepaw’s infectious personality, her aura screamed lively, which made Burntpaw happy that there was at least someone she could befriend. Bell-like laughter tickles her throat as it escapes her, eyes gleaming in amusement at her companions play on words in regards to stone fishing. “I could always help you!” She exclaimed, ears flattening as she sheepishly watches several fish flee at her high pitched tone. “Only if you want…or I could just observe and give you pointers?” She softly suggested with a small shrug to her slim shoulders. She knew what it felt like to want to prove yourself to your mentor, and catching a fish is a good step in the right direction. Turning away from Sloepaw as she lets her green eyes return to the now still water. Faint swishes of the water lapping at the rocks were the only sounds that could be heard, besides their steady breathing. Narrowing her eyes as she waits patiently for a fish to appear, her target; her prey.
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    #4122
    Rookfall
    Participant

    Sloepaw, RiverClan apprentice

    Sloepaw did not have many friends. She had been the eldest of the Nursery by the time she was to be apprenticed. Every day, she had played with the younger kittens. She had formed strong relationships with the kits she played sports with. At one point, they had ate and slept together, always right beside each other. Now, she had not seen her kithood friends in a long time. The last time she had seen them was the day of her ceremony. After the ceremony, everything came at once, one after the other. Her mentor was keen on whipping her into shape, and that meant training. Lots and lots of training. Sloepaw had learned to travel the territory – although she sometimes forgot which way to go, track, novice combat moves, and all of her apprentice chores. Sometimes she felt she did more chores than anything else, but her mentor said it was necessary. All apprentices had to do chores. They were tasks that humbled them and taught them reward in service. Sloepaw didn’t mind them, but at the same time, she had so much else to learn, too! Like fishing.

    When Burntpaw offered to show her, her amber eyes lit up. Although she felt just a twinge of irritation at being unable to do it by herself, she wanted to get it right. Burntpaw had trained longer than her, which meant she must be an expert. Sloepaw could just imagine how surprised the warriors would be when she dragged a fish home! Her mentor would be so proud! The young apprentice’s tail tip twitched jubilantly and her lips parted to express a great grin. “Yes, please!” She half-exclaimed, half-whispered, noticing how Burntpaw tried to keep quiet. “If you could teach me, I could learn faster! Then we could go out hunting together again.” She rather liked Burntpaw. They seemed to get along well together. Perhaps if they found something they could do together, they could become friends, just like the ones she had in the Nursery…She would like that. She watched as the she-cat turned to the water. Muscles rippled beneath her sleek pelt as she stilled herself, her eyes keen on the water. Burntpaw was careful to keep her shadow away from the reflection and keep as quiet as a mouse. Sloepaw tried to copy her. She mimicked her stance and steadied her breathing into deep, quiet breaths. Eventually, her eyes tore from her to study the silk-smooth surface of the water. “What next?”

    “Destiny isn't a path any cat follows blindly. It is always a matter of choice, and sometimes the heart speaks loudest. Listen to your heart, because that's where your true destiny lies.”
    - Leafpool

    #4196
    Roach
    Participant

    Burntpaw ~ Riverclan Apprentice 

    Shifting her fluffy petite form ever so slightly. Rolling her shoulders as she hunches down near the edge of the calming waters. Her sage eyes mixed with lemongrass flickers toward Sloepaw once more, noticing her slight irritation in regards of needing help. This causes a knowing smile to paint on to her lips as she could relate to her mixed emotions. The dark colored apprentice was excited to learn how to catch a fish, but also longed to be the one to teach herself. Burntpaw could understand her completely, as she too was like her a few moons ago. Vinepaw; her sister was the one that had helped the easily frustrated brown and white molly conquer her foe; fishes. Scrunching up her dark coral nose at the faint memory, now it was her turn to help out someone else. Ears twirling in the direction of Sloepaw, her honey like voice lightly brushing against her rustic chocolate brown ears, causing them to twitch. A bright smile taking over her features at the excitement radiating from her companion. Turning away from Sloepaw, staring down at the cool tranquil water. She was thankful of the shade the tall grass behind provided, hiding her shadow effectively.

    In the corner of her eye, she could see Sloe move into position, following in suit. Taking a deep breath as she calms her nerves, not wanting her emotions to interfere with her hunt. Her features turning blank, eyes focused on the water, watching the ripples from the wind caressing the water’s surface. Glimpse of movement could be seen in the depths, teasing her, wanting to bait her into making a mistake. Few moons ago she would have rushed to swipe her paw in, only to for her drenched paw to come back empty handed. Burntpaw has learned the hard way that the key to success is patience, not her strongest trait. She had honed in on her patience for moons, she knew that she needed to let go of her recklessness to be able to reach her full potential, not if she rushed into things. Closing her eyes, ears flickering at every sound around her, claws slipping from its sheath, digging silently into the earth. Listening and waiting was the key to catching a fish; that’s what her sister taught her.

    Close your eyes and listen” she whispered, her voice so low that even Sloepaw would have a hard time hearing if she wasn’t next to her. “Relax your body, take in all the sounds around you. Feel around you” she hummed. Tilting her cranium downward as she listens to the lapping sound of the river against stones. Patiently she waits for the distinct sound of a fish peaking through the surface to let the sun’s rays warm its scales before returning to the dark depths of the river. She fought the urge to twitch her paws with anticipation, she wanted to coach Sloepaw into catching her first fish. She wanted her to catch it on her own, her purpose was to give her pointers in the right direction. “Remember, wait and listen. You will know when it’s the right time to strike” she whispers to her, giving her a wink to encourage the hesitant younger apprentice.

    #4197
    Roach
    Participant

    Burntpaw ~ Riverclan Apprentice 

    Shifting her fluffy petite form ever so slightly. Rolling her shoulders as she hunches down near the edge of the calming waters. Her sage eyes mixed with lemongrass flickers toward Sloepaw once more, noticing her slight irritation in regards of needing help. This causes a knowing smile to paint on to her lips as she could relate to her mixed emotions. The dark colored apprentice was excited to learn how to catch a fish, but also longed to be the one to teach herself. Burntpaw could understand her completely, as she too was like her a few moons ago. Vinepaw; her sister was the one that had helped the easily frustrated brown and white molly conquer her foe; fishes. Scrunching up her dark coral nose at the faint memory, now it was her turn to help out someone else. Ears twirling in the direction of Sloepaw, her honey like voice lightly brushing against her rustic chocolate brown ears, causing them to twitch. A bright smile taking over her features at the excitement radiating from her companion. Turning away from Sloepaw, staring down at the cool tranquil water. She was thankful of the shade the tall grass behind provided, hiding her shadow effectively.

    In the corner of her eye, she could see Sloe move into position, following in suit. Taking a deep breath as she calms her nerves, not wanting her emotions to interfere with her hunt. Her features turning blank, eyes focused on the water, watching the ripples from the wind caressing the water’s surface. Glimpse of movement could be seen in the depths, teasing her, wanting to bait her into making a mistake. Few moons ago she would have rushed to swipe her paw in, only to for her drenched paw to come back empty handed. Burntpaw has learned the hard way that the key to success is patience, not her strongest trait. She had honed in on her patience for moons, she knew that she needed to let go of her recklessness to be able to reach her full potential, not if she rushed into things. Closing her eyes, ears flickering at every sound around her, claws slipping from its sheath, digging silently into the earth. Listening and waiting was the key to catching a fish; that’s what her sister taught her.

    Close your eyes and listen” she whispered, her voice so low that even Sloepaw would have a hard time hearing if she wasn’t next to her. “Relax your body, take in all the sounds around you. Feel around you” she hummed. Tilting her cranium downward as she listens to the lapping sound of the river against stones. Patiently she waits for the distinct sound of a fish peaking through the surface to let the sun’s rays warm its scales before returning to the dark depths of the river. She fought the urge to twitch her paws with anticipation, she wanted to coach Sloepaw into catching her first fish. She wanted her to catch it on her own, her purpose was to give her pointers in the right direction. “Remember, wait and listen. You will know when it’s the right time to strike” she whispers to her, giving her a wink to encourage the hesitant younger apprentice.

    #4231
    Rookfall
    Participant

    Sloepaw, RiverClan apprentice

    Sloepaw was unsure of what to do next. She could watch Burntpaw fish until the sun went down and not learn a thing of how she did it. She had watched her mentor fish dozens of times without a stroke of luck! Was she destined to become a RiverClan cat who couldn’t fish? What if she never learned how? Terror gripped her like a pair of fox teeth and ice doused her soul. A RiverClan cat who couldn’t fish was like a beaver without its buck teeth! Or a butterfly without wings! Oh, StarClan, please let me catch something today! Sloepaw prayed to the warrior ancestors silently. Luckily, Burntpaw had advice to offer. She tore her eyes from the serene pool to cast an unsure gaze to the older apprentice. She seemed to confident, so sure of herself and sure of Sloepaw. What if she let her down? Nerves pounded her heart, but she took the she-cat’s advice gratefully. Like Burntpaw, Sloepaw took in a deep breath to stabilize her emotions. In through her mouth, then out through her nostrils with closed eyes.

    “Close your eyes and listen.” The black-furred apprentice was obedient. He paper-thin ears pricked atop a narrow skull. As if she were hunting a mouse, she slowed her breath to occasional, shallow breaths. Deep breathing would disturb the surface of the water and warn any fish of her presence. She didn’t know what listening had to do with anything, but she was not about to argue. She took in each sound around her. She heard Burntpaw’s breath. The whoosh of wind through the marsh’s dry grass. There was the soft lap of water against the rocks of the Fishing Stones, then…bubbles? There was a soft pop every so often. Then, she heard the goings-on of what was below the surface. Little tails swished against the thick water. Some were farther away, but a lot of them were surprisingly close. When she opened her eyes to peek, she was shocked to see how many fish were swimming before her, their little silver bodies flashing in the sunlight. They were undisturbed of what would come for them. They seemed to have little idea she was there at all.

    “You’ll know the right time.” How did she know what the right time would be? She’s never felt it before. Was it some innate emotion all RiverClan cats had? Did it develop? Did she even have it yet? Sloepaw’s tongue pricked with questions, but she did not dare speak. She barely even breathed. Her form was stock-still on the rocks. If she so much as twitched a toe, her effort would be lost. Minutes passed without so much as an inkling what that ‘knowing’ was, until the second came. Burntpaw was right. She did know. It came like a swift jolt to her paws. She barely knew she was acting until her paw had plunged deep into the water, and her white claws unfurled. Instinct fueled her hunt as her claws curled into the jaw of a bluegill. As quick as her paw flashed in, she reeled the creature from its home just as quickly. It was much more slippery in dry air, but she was adamant about finishing this. She secured her second paw around the fish and, just like her mentor showed her, she slammed its head against the rocks. A quick bite to its neck ended the fish’s violent desperation for life. Once it was finished, Sloepaw looked up to Burntpaw with wide, excited eyes.

    I…” Sloepaw murmured, joy building up within her until it all came out at once. She leaped to her paws, her forepaws prancing a little. “I did it! Did you see that? Burntpaw, you’re a great teacher! I can fish! I can fish!

    “Destiny isn't a path any cat follows blindly. It is always a matter of choice, and sometimes the heart speaks loudest. Listen to your heart, because that's where your true destiny lies.”
    - Leafpool

    #4279
    Roach
    Participant

    Burntpaw ~ Riverclan Apprentice 

    Slowly she reopens her eyes as she looks over at Sloepaw. Keeping quiet as she studies the black she-cat’s movements, a small grin appearing on her soft features as she notices her following her instructions. Looking away to appear into the dark depths of the river. She could see the sand bed to a certain extent. The more she peered in, the harder it became, letting her know that the river was deep enough to worry about if one were to slip and fall in. Biting her lip at the thought, squinting as the sun’s rays peaked through the clouds, shining in her eyes. Tilting her head away from the light, eyes glimmering like emeralds in the sun before seeking the shade. Soft crinkling of the snow could be heard as she shifts her petite frame. It felt oddly satisfying to help someone else in the ways of fishing. She hoped that her teaching and explanations would be enough to help Sloepaw figure out the ropes in regards to catching the scaled fresh water fish. Personally her favorite fish to catch has to be the silver back trout, the taste and texture of fresh tangy meat always made her mouth water. Head snapping up at the sound of a force breaking through the surface of the water. Leaning forward in anticipation as she awaits with a waited breath for Sloepaw’s paw to be pulled out of the cold water.

    Green eyes widening with glee as a decent sized bluegill splashes through the surface, causing droplets of water to spray against the stone surfaces edge. It’s scales glistening in different hues of greens and brown in the daylight. Just when Burntpaw was going to explain a way to kill the fish, Sloepaw had already beaten her to it. The dark apprentice had let her instincts take over in swiftly killing the bluegill. “You did it!” She excitedly exclaimed as she kindly nudges her shoulder into Sloe’s side. “I knew you could do it” she giddily spoke, shifting paw to paw as she was just so happy for her. Burntpaw remembers less than two moons ago when she had finally caught her first fish; a blueback herring. She was darn proud of that glistening blue and iridescent white fish. Cheeks flushing at her compliment, she wasn’t sure if she was exactly the best teacher as all she did was give direction; Sloepaw did the rest on her own. Shyly looking away with a small smile, “Thank you but this was all you. I just helped push you in the right direction” Burntpaw softly spoke before glancing at the land-ridden deceased river fish.

    “At least now you have the hand of it and can show your mentor that you have what it takes!” She added with a nod to her wedged cranium to the water than the fish. Moving away from the overly ecstatic, but rightly so obsidian molly. “Do you think we should take the fish back to camp? Or do you want to continue some fishing? Or maybe search for clams!” She gushed before clearing her throat in embarrassment for her rambling. Ears twitching at the sounds of life echoing around her as she awaits Sloepaw’s decision or suggestion.

    #4286
    Rookfall
    Participant

    Sloepaw, RiverClan Apprentice

    Sloepaw shifted her weight from paw to paw as the two she-cats excitedly celebrated her triumph. Her first fish, and what a beauty it was! She ran a paw over the smooth, olive-green scales, watching as it shifted different colors depending on how the sunlight caught it. She never saw fish as beautiful before. Maybe she never saw them the right way, like she did right now. She looked back up at Burntpaw and listened to the molly’s suggestion. A small part of her wanted to return fishing. She wanted to chase that high again – the one she received when she had caught the fish. She wanted to live in that moment of pride, excitement, and anticipation for more to come, but she knew it would kill her if she missed. She would try to fish another day, when she was in a clearer headspace. Today, she would revel in her glory and hang out with her new friend. Admiration filled her amber eyes as she gazed at the older apprentice. She weighed her options, then mewed softly, “lets look for clams! If only so we don’t have to return so quickly. It’s…quite fun hanging out with you.” The black-furred she-cat flashed a wide grin and brushed her flank against hers. Their pelts were lightly moist with droplets of water from the pool.

    Sloepaw jerked her head to the rocky shoreline. “Do they wash up on the land? I’ve never caught a clam before. Have you ever eaten one? When I was in the Nursery, my mother decorated our nests with shells. Do you think clam shells would be pretty in a nest?” She babbled enthusiastically, then snapped up her kill into her jaws. For a mere moment, she was silenced as she traversed from the stepping stones back onto solid land. She dropped her fish onto the earth and swept reeds, rocks, and grass over it. The forest-scent of the debris should be enough to conceal her kill from scavengers until she was ready to pick it up later. Right now, she had important things to do!

    “Destiny isn't a path any cat follows blindly. It is always a matter of choice, and sometimes the heart speaks loudest. Listen to your heart, because that's where your true destiny lies.”
    - Leafpool

    #4367
    Roach
    Participant

    Burntpaw ~Riverclan Apprentice

    It was hard to contain her excitement due to Sloepaw’s high energy, the white and rustic brown molly was glad that she was able to help out a fellow apprentice and even make a new friend. ‘Beat that Vinepaw!’ she couldn’t help but think, as her grey sibling always seemed to one up her on vary different occasions. No, it was not necessarily a competion between the two sisters, but Burntpaw could not help but sometimes feel like she was behind, while her sister was prospering in her apprenticeship training. The young she-apprentice was not the best hunter, her mentor had told her that her impatiences and lack of control when it came to her opening her mouth, would definitely hinder her in the long run. It took a lot in Burntpaw not to roll her eyes just at the thought. Oh how much she would love to throw at Coppercloud’s face that she had indeed helped a fellow feline accomplish catching fish. Smiling softly as she pushes her thoughts to the side, letting her sage and lemongrass eyes land on the dark obsidian once more.

    She could tell that Sloepaw was in a mental battle within herself as she tries to decide on what they should do next. Eyes twinkling and a wide grin forming as she found her new acquired friend to be bubbly and innocent in all the right ways. Though, Burnt was hesitant on fully befriending her, only because she knew that she could be a bad influence. With sometimes arriving to training or hunting practice late, not trying or using her full potential when she could. Some would call her lazy and reckless, but for her, she was resourceful. As even though it may seem that she was not talented or intelligent, she was. Just in a different way, her best skills were tracking and fighting; she also was very observant. Always knowing of others strengths and weaknesses when she needed to, but she never let on that she was actually paying attention when she slacked off. Blinking in slight surprise as Sloepaw pressing her flank lightly against hers, watching in fascination as black fur muddled with white and brown. “Clams have to be my favorite thing to hunt for! The only time I show that I can be patient” she grinned.

    Stepping away from the edge of the river, following Sloepaw with her gaze as the energetic black she-cat hides her catch from unwanted eyes. Shuffling with anticipation from paw to paw, long fluffed rustic brown tail gracefully flicking side to side before gesturing for Sloe to follow. Paws tingling as they pressed into the frozen earth, toes spreading to grip easily onto the slippery slope as she leads them down the river bank, heading towards where the water brushed against the earth. The strong waters had caused wear and tear at the soil, revealing a soiled bank, dampened by the river. Easily hopping down, a light squish sound could be heard as her paws sunk into the fragile soil. The muddy earth did not bother her, it actually felt soothing against her numbing paws. Looking over her shoulder as she waits for her new found friend to join her in their hunt for clams. “Hmm I believe clam shells would make a beautiful decoration to a nest. Plus clam meat is to die for” she answered. Her voice trailing off, eyes glistening and mouth watering just at the thought of tasting the juicy meat of the clam. “Now we will have to do some digging. Iv’e learned that we will have a better chance closer to the water as that’s where they love to bury themselves.” Burntpaw informed, her paws twitching to get searching for some clams.

    #4378
    Rookfall
    Participant

    Sloepaw, RiverClan Apprentice

     

    Burntpaw seemed to have high praise for clams. Never before had she heard a cat say clams were their favorite prey – to hunt or eat. The warriors loved to fish, and one time she heard her mother say she preferred waterfowl. RiverClan rarely ate birds, unlike ThunderClan, but her mother absolutely adored the taste of a young duck, egret, or gosling. Still, nothing compared to hearing Burntpaw’s love for clams. Sloepaw had never ate a clam before. She wondered what they tasted like. Were they tough? Stringy? Soft? Slimy? They lived in water, so they were probably fishy. Sloepaw curled her lip. She hoped they were not like frogs. Frogs were her least favorite prey because of their toughness. She preferred soft meat. She thought about asking Burntpaw what they tasted like, but a part of her didn’t want to know until they caught one. She wanted to taste one for herself and experience what Burntpaw placed in such high regard. 

     

    Sloepaw accompanied the apprentice to the riverbank, where she carefully navigated the slippery slope. She was a master at plodding across moist land. What if she fell? Worry sprung up inside of her, and her belly ached from the thought of taking a tumble to the bottom. Nerves buzzed within her. She took a steadying breath, then courageously followed Burntpaw down the slope. Her path was not nearly so graceful. The ebony she-cat slipped and caught herself on the rocky, muddy slope several times, but she landed next to Burntpaw with all of her paws on the ground. To Sloepaw, that was a victory! She chased her fears away now that she had faced them, and she gazed at the ground as Burntpaw spoke. “Do we dig anywhere?” She asked, her paws already scooping out large pawfuls of sandy earth. The sand – typically warm and gooey in the summer – was hard and dry. She abandoned her digging for a softer spot of sand, where she shoveled several deep pawfuls of sand out of the way in search for a smooth, textured shell. “Bet I’ll find one before you!” Sloepaw challenged her friend with a wicked purr, her paws churning faster as her eyes flickered across the ground in search of a clam. 

    “Destiny isn't a path any cat follows blindly. It is always a matter of choice, and sometimes the heart speaks loudest. Listen to your heart, because that's where your true destiny lies.”
    - Leafpool

    #4469
    Roach
    Participant

    Burntpaw ~ Riverclan Apprentice 

    A small smile was permanently etched onto her feminine features as she lets her green gaze sweep over the riverbank. Her paws a muddy brown due to the mud clinging heavily on her use to be cream paws. Hearing Sloepaw’s breathing hitch several times from tripping over her paws going down the slippery slope. Brows furrowing in concern as she carefully watches her new found friend make her way down to her. Relaxing her tense form once the dark she-cat stopped next to her. Burntpaw could hear her deep breathing as she tried to collect herself. Softly nudging Sloepaw in a reassuring manner, “You okay?” She wondered with a curious look. Though she seemed to be totally okay now that she was no longer slipping down to the bank. Burntpaw decided to keep her mouth shut from revealing that it was harder trekking up then going down.

    Turning away from her, ears flickering in Sloe’s direction as she speaks up on wondering how to go about hunting for clams. “Hmm” she hummed to herself as she looks around, eyes narrowing as she slowly moves closer to the edge of the river. Her medium sized paws briefly scrapping against the damp dirt, pulling the soil away from its hold onto the ground in search for a glimpse of porcelain white against the dark brown soil. “I usually find some near the waters edge” She called over her shoulder in the general direction of Sloepaw. Rolling her eyes playfully, a lively laugh escaping her dried lips as she registers her teasing words. “Oh you are so on!” She exclaimed with a cheeky grin.

    Moving further away from Sloepaw, not wanting interference with her hunt for clams. Their little friendly hunt was now turning into a friendly competition. Burntpaw felt giddy as adrenaline coarse through her veins. She was ready to find some clams as she wanted to prove to herself and maybe even to her sister, mentor, and her friend that even though she was a procrastinator that she was still able to perform warrior worthy tasks.

    #4607
    Rookfall
    Participant

    Sloepaw – RiverClan Apprentice

    Burntpaw’s worry was positively endearing. It touched Sloepaw to know she cared for her wellbeing. The older apprentice was trying to look after her. They were becoming fast friends. The dusky she-cat purred as she listened to her friend’s advice, then brightened as her challenge was accepted. Oh, yes! This would be so much fun! The apprentice had to steady herself to keep from bouncing on her paws. The lithe young cat bounded away from Burntpaw as soon as she took to digging. She wouldn’t let her win so easily!

    Sloepaw tried to scent them out, but there was two things wrong with that. One, she didn’t know what clams smelled like – if they even had a scent at all. Two, she couldn’t smell ANYTHING beyond the thick scent of peaty, moist mud. So, she had to begin digging. She had no idea if it was the right place, but it was beside the water’s edge. Her hollow claws were scooping out the wet earth, pieces of dirt sticking between her toes. She shoveled out pawful after pawful of sand and earth, tirelessly searching for something that looked clammy. When her claw struck a thick white stone, her amber eyes brightened. Quickly, Sloepaw leaned in and fastened her teeth around the stone, then she pulled it out.

    When she spat it out on the ground beside her, she realized it was much too soft and sleek to be a stone. She recognized the exterior to be a shell, except it was clamped shut and tight. Her eyes brightened and she wanted to dance on the spot. That was it! It was a clam! Sloepaw purred triumphantly and she crowed to her friend, “one down! Watch out, Burntpaw! I’m coming for your record.”

    “Destiny isn't a path any cat follows blindly. It is always a matter of choice, and sometimes the heart speaks loudest. Listen to your heart, because that's where your true destiny lies.”
    - Leafpool

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