Oh…that’s what the bramble was for…ow…but she supposed this was normal for training…it couldn’t hurt that bad…right? All apprentices probably did this! Yep, totally! She didn’t have the longest fur on her body at all…and couldn’t they start with something less…painful? Cause she knew thorns her- as a kit she threw a whiny fit about one. Ugh…she gulped, glanced at her mentor, then the brambles…and prepared. That’s all one could do. “Right…now?” she squeaked the question out hesitently.
Well…wouldn’t long fur get caught and tangled in the bramble though? Everything sounded painful right now. She wasn’t the most…pain tolerant cat some (her family) would say. Definitely more on the sensitive side of life. She shook around a bit and reached back, trying to get her sides and back fluffed up a bit. It was difficult though, she wasn’t used to grooming her own pelt and she surely missed half of it. She turned to the bramble though, wincing and…hesitating. She just had to force her paws to run now…and she did. Since, of course, this was her mentor. She surely wouldn’t be doing anything to hurt her or doing anything wrong, she’d never.
The she forced her legs to run as she charged towards…the fear of pain. It came closer…then closer…then closer. And she suddenly went into..and through. And she was fine…no…she wasn’t. She hesitated a moment before running through but she sped up again, seems that wasn’t enough. Her ears had been pinned to her head but they were still a bit scratched up…little cuts had been formed all over her face and her tail just barely made it out before she skirted to a halt. A thorn pricked her side and front paw…owie owie owie. But she didn’t want to be a crybaby! Not if the deputy, another apprentice, and her mentor were around. Tears pricked her gaze but she brushed it away and just stared at LavenderLeopard. No emotion…nothing.
Now, he wasn’t saying he was bored, but… he was bored. Seriously, there wasn’t much to do about anything when you were stuck in camp. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to just skip the next moon and be a ‘paw already. Unfortunately, that was not how life worked, and he had to be patient and wait just like everybody else. He could wait, even if he was a bit impatient for it.
The light brown tom was laying on his back, staring at the sky and thinking. It wasn’t too much of an eventful day for him. Just an ordinary day, with ordinary cats, in an ordinary camp. He hated being stuck in there, but he was trying his best not to give into any urges and sneak out.
Suddenly, a cool-looking bird crossed the sky with a dazzling swoop of its wings, gone as soon as it had appeared. Left in awe, he stared at the now empty space in the sky the bird had been, only to be distracted by one of its feathers falling onto his nose. Cool! He could use it for something later, whatever that may be.
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Primroseadder RiverClan Warrior
Ultimate Predator
Trick of the Eye
Go with the Flow
She / Her ; 13 Moons
Primroseadder sat on a nearby pile of rocks, her pelt fluffed up against the leaf-fall chill. The thought of letting go of Sleepy Thicket had returned to her mind. Why was Stormstar wanting to let go of it now, when leaf-fall was here and leaf-bare was on its way? The new warrior frowned, her emerald hues scanning the clearing.
She spotted Fawnkit, and he looked bored. An idea came to Primroseadder´s thoughts. Pulling together a ball of moss, the warrior leapt down from her perch and padded over to the pale brown tom. ´´Hi, Fawnkit,´´ Primroseadder purred, setting down the moss ball and nudging it toward him with her maw. ´´If you´re looking for something to do, I´ve got a moss ball we could play with.´´
Primroseadder should be doing something more productive, but she was waiting for the return of Stormstar´s patrol, who had left camp to track and chase down the cat who had injured Cobwebfern.
[ @Rose - Saw your comment when I was welcoming Haloeck to WCO, so let´s just drag Wisteriawren into this! ]
When the warrior came to approached she just watched, her words mumbled and unheard through the storm in the apprentices ears. Don’t go crying like a kit! … She hurt you though! … But all adults are good? … Tsk tsk…snap back at her. When her mentor went to grab the thorns she simply finches away, backing up as to not allow her to do so. The thorns would stay, as would the scratches…she’d get real help from a cat that didn’t have bee’s in their brain. “I think I’m done for training today.” she forced out, her ears went back as to be pinned to her skull as she backed away a few steps before turning and going to her own den.
Voice booming across the clearing, Stormstar bounded across camp - ignoring the flare of pain in her still healing shoulder - from where she had been returning over towards the warrior and her apprentice. Crowpaw seemed to want to go off on her own, and the leader turned her sharp gaze towards the warrior; she'd chec on Crowpaw later, but for now - "Crowpaw, go find Berries or Cobs, one of them can help you get those out of your fur." Her furious faze never left Lavenderleopard though as her tail lashed behind her. No cat in this Clan would put apprentice through that kind of training, not while she was leader. "What the hell are you doin', forcin' your apprentice to run through thorns??" Oh, she was furious - why the hell did a 'paw need that kind of training??
[ @anika @Rowan - having Storm step in as this is not proper training for an apprentice in her eyes ]
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Marigoldpaw
She, Her\Apprentice\12 moons\Riverclan
"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word."
Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]
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Nine, ten, eleven, twelve..... Twelve? Already? Marigoldpaw wasn't very good with numbers, she was better with feelings and such. One of those feelings being absolute horror and excitement. She was already twelve moons? And with Goldfish's sudden appearance, Marigoldpaw felt like the worst cat in the whole entire world. Goldfish was gone, Jayfrost was probably dead, Mousepaw didn't even reach warriorhood. In short, Marigoldpaw was in need of friends, before all of them eventually slipped right though her white and orange paws.
She lay at the outside of the apprentice den, her head low but eyes high, avoiding the sun cleverly and their blinding disapproval. She saw things that were mostly ordinary. Stuffing her paws underneath her belly and curling her tail around herself in a loaf, the apprentice tried to stop her chattering teeth and possibly feverish stare. But that was besides the point, because a few heartbeats later, she saw a bird. Most likely a sea bird of some kind. It lost a feather as it flew past, and her interest was peeked.
The feather seemed to have landed near a kit she didn't recognize, but she simply saw that as an opportunity to make a new friend. She walked up to the kit, her pawsteps wobbly as she dreaded every sting of cold that came to her paws pads. She probably looked horrible... Bloodshot eyes from crying, maybe even a sniffly nose. If wasn't the best first impression, but it would do.
"Uh... Hello there!" She said with a kind smile. "I'm uh Marigoldpaw! I see you've found an um... Uh. A feather! What's your name?"
Fawnkit
He blinked when an unfamiliar cat from his clan approached him. He didn’t mind the company though. He was actually quite happy for it! Fawnkit, being the intuitive kit he was, noticed she seemed down, so he made a mental note to do the best he could to cheer her up. Maybe he’d make a new friend in the process!
“I’m Fawnkit! I have taken to staring at the sky in complete and utter boredom. Do you want to play a game? I don’t know why, but a lot of the apprentices in the clan don’t really play moss ball anymore. It’s good to hit something to get your stress out.”
The light brown kit replied, smiling at Marigoldpaw. Fawnkit rolled onto his stomach and then stood up, the feather lightly drifting down onto the ground. He’d forgotten it was there.
She started to step into her den, releasing her shaky breath and her gaze darted around. She opened her maw to call out her…favorite…siblings name when the leaders voice boomed, repeating her owns mentors name. Oh…no…was this her fault. More tears pricked her eyes sharply as she looked back…she had to see the medicine cats…yeah…made sense. Her body stung, her ears had tiny nicks and her face, especially around her eyes was a bit bloody…only little pricks and all but it still stung. She had been limping thanks to the thorn in her paw, and the one in her side still hurt. “Shall- ShallowPaw?” she called quietly, her voice shaky simply cause she was shaken up.
Getting woken up was not among Shallowpaw's favorite things to have happened in his life. Still... it was one of his siblings, and he'd be remise if he didn't want to answer to their every beck and call. (Would he do anything for them? Probably... within reason, of course. Probably.) So, opening eyes that were ever so slightly off colored, he blinks in shock at Crowpaw's visage, immediately awake at the sight of blood and the shake in her voice.
"Crows?" He says, more alert than he had been in a while, "Crows what happened?"
She just stood there and stared at her brother as he awoke. Did she disturb him?…Oh no. Then he asked what happened, would she be a failure again. Her legs shook be each her, quivering at her weight. She was just shaken…right? She hated that, hate hate hate! A rather new emotion for her. And oh, how she was a sensitive soul. “I- I had to- uhm-” she tried to clear up her voice a bit. “In training- jump through brambles…I think I messed up…sorry…” Sorry for what little crow? Are you simply apologizing cause Shallow is…probably better? “Storms- StormStar told me t-to uhm- go to…the meds…den” she gulped, her gaze down at her paws as a few tears dropped onto the ground.
Bored, BORED, B.O.R.E.D. Raccoonkit lay in the camp clearing, watching as his clanmates go about their daily tasks. The silver-pointed tom let out a frustrated sigh. His siblings were always busy now that their training had picked up so no one was ever around to play with the small tom.
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