September 19, 2020 at 5:16 pm #8094FearedParticipant
Firepaw ~ ShadowClan Apprentice
A slight rustle to the edge of her nest caused the young she-cat to shift slightly in her nest, a soft sigh escaping from her parted lips before her apple green eyes slanted into view, only her eyes moving to gaze and catch sight of who had touched her nest. Ears suddenly perked up as she suddenly noticed that the feline who had touched her nest wore a dark marbles brown tabby pelt, the scent was alluring to this young she-cat, tickling the back of her throat as she instantly recognized the apprentice. Shadepaw. Firepaw felt her eyebrows furrow slightly as she slowly lifted her small wedged head as her fellow apprentice slipped out of the den like a ghost, near silent and in a smooth movement. One would have thought they had imagined Shadepaw standing there but Firepaw knew what she had seen, not to mention she could never forget that scent. Looking outside of the den as she breathed in the scents around her, ignoring the scent markers of her clanmates, the smell in the air told her that it was very early in the morning, hours away from dawn and the sky was clouded with the scent of rain dusting the area. Maybe she’s just going to the dirt place. She thought to herself, but she had also known the direction Shadepaw had turned wasn’t the correct way, causing her to click her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She was too damn curious. Glancing out her slim shoulder to peek at the nest that was close to hers, Crimsonpaw was passed out, snoring softly as he curled tightly within his nest. Good, her babysitter was asleep.
Carefully the slender she-cat pushed herself into a standing position, her back arching slightly before she relaxed and carefully stepped through the many nests before she finally managed to step out into the early morning air, the breeze held a slight chill to it, causing her fiery orange and black spotted pelt to become ruffled with the need to keep herself warm. No one was awake at this time in the morning but the guards at the entrance of the camp, her pupils narrowing in the direction before her nose twitched towards the left of the den, causing her whiskers to twitch faintly as she turned in the direction of Shadepaw scent, lowering her nose to the ground as she followed the trail, leading towards the foliage that surrounded the side of the den, her eyebrows lowered but she lifted her green eyes to stare into the shadows. What was Shadepaw getting herself into? Slowly she slipped through the foliage, using her slim muzzle to part the plants out of her way as she began to walk further into the shadows, the tip of her tail twitching faintly as she was finally enveloped in darkness but her eyes adjusted, exposing the familiar territory of her home. Small paws quietly moved against the ground as the she-cat walked, keeping to the shadows and staying close to the pine trees in order to hide her flame colored pelt. After a few moments, Firepaw knew that the direction in which Shadepaw was heading to, was in fact the ThunderClan border. Tail tip twitching with unspoken curiosity, she walked forward, continuing to follow the scent trail of her friend. Eyes shifting slightly as the scent grew stronger, prompting Firepaw to press against the trunk of a tree, her eyes searching the shadows for the pelt of Shadepaw. Her name suited her well, she practically melted into the shadows, if it hadn’t been for the faint movement Shadepaw made when walking carefully, Firepaw would have never noticed her in this dark setting.
She was edging towards the ThunderClan border, sniffing along the scent line while also gazing out towards the territory. What on earth is she doing? Is she curious about what our mentors showed us..? This was the only thing she could think of as to why Shadepaw would even be remotely in the border, but as she watched Shadepaw lift a paw and stepped one paw over the border line, Firepaws ears immediately flattened and her heart was thumping loudly against her rib cage. What was she thinking? Without giving much thought to her actions, Firepaw slipped out from behind the pine trees, her green eyes concerned and her whiskers pulled back towards her cheeks. “Shadepaw..? What are you doing out here?” Firepaw decided to say, her eyes watching the other apprentice apprehensively, feeling anxiety claw at her chest.September 21, 2020 at 1:57 am #8110ChrisParticipant
Shadepaw jumped roughly a foot into the air as a voice rang out. Had someone really been watching her? How could she have missed that? Her heart hammered against her ribs as she turned slowly, expecting to find her mother or sister but instead, much to her relief, she saw that orange she-cat from before. Firesomething?
Idiot, your mother would call you by your real name.
And her mother would not have paused to speak to her. If her Chief and life-giver she knew she still hadn’t succeeded by now, the punishment would be far more severe than trite words.
She swallowed the hardball that had formed in her throat. Calm down, calm down, act natural. She instructed herself. Though her body resisted these commands. Fer fur was still ruffled from standing on end, and her voice shook when she spoke.
“I’m just checking the border. Aren’t we supposed to monitor the enemy?” She asked, hoping throwing their neighbors under the bus would score her some points. Surely the enmity here between factions ran just as deep as those back home?September 25, 2020 at 1:32 pm #8147FearedParticipant
Firepaw ~ ShadowClan Apprentice
She didn’t know what to think when Shadepaw jumped out of fright and whirled around to gaze upon her with wide eyes. Clearly she hadn’t been expecting anyone to follow her, and honestly Firepaw wouldn’t have if she hadn’t noticed the slight movement in the early morning. Pupils narrowed out of thought as she gazed upon the other apprentices face as she slowly walked towards the other she-cat. Shadepaw was taller and just a touch broader than she was, making her powerful and a worthy apprentice of ShadowClan. Firepaw was still growing taller but she wasn’t as tall as Shadepaw and her figure was more slender but she was a silent walker. She was naive and now she was fighting with her inner voice as she gazed upon her comrade. Firepaw enjoyed Shadepaw’s company and there was something mysterious about the newcomer that had enchanted her.
Was she too naive?
“Uh huh…” She muttered softly for a moment, green eyes dark with thought before the fiery orange bengal stepped forth. “Well it’s a good thing that you were up so early then.” She smiled, although her heart was weighing heavily within her chest at this discovery. Was Shadepaw that curious about ThunderClan? Was she supposed to spy on ThunderClan? Or… was she spying on ShadowClan for ThunderClan? So many thoughts were rushing through her mind before she cleared her throat. “But just be careful about getting too close, hmm? If a early morning ThunderClan patrol had caught you too close, no one would have been able to help defend you.” Firepaw meowed, her ears laid back against her head, making it clear from the way she wasn’t walking away that she wasn’t leaving Shadepaw to continue whatever was going on here. “Are you hungry? It’s a bit early but there might be a few frogs hopping about.” She offered with a small shrug, the tip of her tail twitching anxiously.October 6, 2020 at 3:03 pm #8284ChrisParticipant
Shadepaw released the breath that she’d been holding prisoner in her throat when it seemed at last her denmate had accepted the lie. But she had a feeling it hadn’t gone down easy, so she would need to practice caution from here on out where Firepaw was concerned. Which was a shame, she liked the little she-cat fine. She was so perky and innocent, it was hard to dislike her. It would be like hating sunshine or flowers.
“I think I’d be alright, I might be new to your ways but the city has its own way of fighting.” She gave an impish shrug, hoping this was true. Warriors here fought with an odd fairness that she found counterintuitive to winning. They never took cheap shots at the weaker parts of the body. The throat, the eyes, the nape. She’d been chastised for targeting these regions in training, but it was the way she’d been taught. Did these Clans not fight to win?
“Ugh. Frogs. I suppose we can hunt, if you want.” Part of her felt guilty for wanting to go hang out with Firepaw. She had a mission, after all. But the cute little she-cat was much more inviting than sitting here on the forest floor until her rump grew numb.
“What were you doing out here, anyways?” She meowed as they padded through the dimly lit pine wood
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