Shadows of the future (Galepaw)

[violetwhisper]

Violetwhisper

Let's get down to business
To defeat the Huns

Slipping from her nest, as silent as a shadow, the she-cat made her way from the warriors den. She paused in the middle of the clearing to give her black ruffled pelt a good grooming. Today was an important moment in her history. She had been given an apprentice, albeit a secondhand apprentice, an apprentice none the less. She flicked her ears as she bent down to clean her chest. Her thoughts wandered to what she would have to teach this young tom today. He was already 12 moons old so his training was mostly complete, she was just putting on the finishing touches. Correcting anything that Greystorm had taught incorrectly. She sighed, Such a burden to bare She flicked her tail and stood. She looked at the sky and watched as the sky began to lighten. She had slipped out of her den before dawn, moving through the fading shadows like a specter. Now she sat silently watching the shadows turn gray, for they wouldn't completely fade in this deep recess of the Shadowclan territory. She sighed knowing she needed to start her day and stood turning toward the apprentice den.

She padded forward her paws falling delicately, barely making a muffled crunch through the soft pine needles under her paws. As she neared the den she let her jaws part, and let the scents wash over her tongue. She could smell Galepaw, good, i was hoping he wasn't one to sneak out she thought and twitched her tail tip, already irritated that he wasn't awake yet. She slid her head in the den and spoke, not softly into the den "Galepaw, the prey isn't going to walk into camp while you sleep...we have to go catch it you know." With that she pulled her head from the den and spun, not waiting for a response, nor waiting to see if he was following. She trotted toward the camp entrance slipping through the tunnel and off into the forest. This will test his tracking skills hopefully Greystorm had taught him Something. She thought. As she moved off into the forest she let her paws feel their way, not really caring particularly where she was headed. She weaved between pine trees, bounded over logs, trotted through marshes until she came to a stop and smiled to herself. Twoleg paths She thought her eyes looking over the dusty, rocky ground.

She flicked her ears and crouched on the side of the path, her ears pricked listening for the sounds of monsters or twolegs and their dogs, who sometimes strode down this path. Nothing. She stood and confidently strode across the first path slipping into the narrow stretch of trees between them. She came to a small clearing, where she could see the path, but it would be hard for her to be seen because of her dark coat and sat. She waited calmly flicking her eyes to the sky and taking note that it was almost sun up. He should have been right behind me. Obviously he needs work on puntuality. She thought, rolling her eyes and forcing from her mind the idea that she hadn't told him they would be training so early, nor was she even sure she'd woken him. Oh well. If he didn't show up she'd make him search the elders for ticks while she took a well deserved nap.

Did they send me daughters
When I asked for sons?

(Lyrics Credit to "I'll make a man out of you" from Mulan)

[;; galepaw]

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[violetwhisper]

Violetwhisper

You're the saddest bunch I ever met
But you can bet before we're through

Her eyes shifted slowly over the sliver of forest in which she sat planning her training session. She was steadily becoming more and more irritated as time past. She dug her claws into the ground and flicked her tail. She glanced at the sky watching as the first ray's of sun peeked through the trees, and the sky turned a pale shade of ugly pink. She rolled her eyes knowing most cats would find this a beautiful time, but she did not for the most part. She mostly found it irritating that a small piece of her found it beautiful. She heard a ruffling a little ways to her left, from the direction she had come and she shifted her eyes to rest on the opening, waiting for Galepaw to emerge. She shifted her weight from paw to paw her violet eyes churing with irritation. As he slipped into the clearing and didn't offer a word of apology or triumph she had a suspicion he'd taken so long on purpose. Fine...we can BOTH play that game. she thought flicking her ears forward and back.

She let her ears rest in a forward position and she stared at her new apprentice her tilting her head slightly to one side as if sizing him up, taking in his movements, and attitude and quiet manner. She sighed and dug her claws into the ground again before retracting them. "About time you showed up. We could have been halfway done with training by now." She said and twitched her whiskers, of course she was exaggerating. She stood and stepped forward her black pelt shimmering in the early morning light like a ravens feathers her violet eyes flickering with annoyance and concern. For no matter how much she pretended to be annoyed she was excited to work with her first apprentice , and she wanted to do a good job. She looked at her appretnce flahsing the concern from her eyes and spoke her voice soft but commanding, and cold. "Well let's see what Greystorm actually taught you, and I'll tell you what you are doing wrong." She spoke the words hoping to get a rise out of the young tom, becvause that would at least give her an inkling that she had SOMETHING to work with.

She thougth for a moment trying to think of what she wanted to test Galepaw on first. He's already disappointed me in tracking...so what next? Hunting? stalking? fighting? Her stomach rumbled as if in response and she smiled. Hunting it is. She lifted her muzzle and parted her jaws drawing air over her tongue. She scent of squirrel, mouse, vole, shrew, and a hint of frog and lizard drifted over her tongue along with the stale tang of twolegs and dog. She felt her mouth water and she closed it bringin her attention back to her apprentice. "Tell me, what do you smell Galepaw?" She asked her ears forward her eyes challenging.

Mister, I'll make a man
out of you

(Lyrics Credit to "Make a Man Out of You" from Mulan)

Ooc: She's such a jerk...lol

[;; galepaw]

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[violetwhisper]

Violetwhisper

Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within

Nothing, not a movement, not a single twitch of a whisker. She felt the irritation quickly growing into anger. She didn't let this show. Fine. No emotions, we can do that. She thought forcing the growl to die in her throat. She was already deciding that this apprentice had one of two problems. Problem number one - he's a COMPLETE mouse-brain and will never be any use to his clan. or Problem number two - he's lazier than a kittypet and will be absolutely no use to his clan. Both of these options only served to grow her anger more, for while she came across as an angry, arrogant, selfish she-cat she was fiercely loyal to her clan, and planned to instill that in her apprentice if it killed her. She nodded slowly at his response and forcing her voice to remain tranquil and emotionless, she spoke "Good, but it's stale." Starclan dind't your worthless excuse of a father teach you ANYTHING? She thought angrily. The emotion flashed across her eyes but was gone quicker than it had appeared. "What else can you smell? Perhaps something we can hunt?" She prompted, attempting to keep her voice even.

There was a fire building in her stomach, and she wasn't sure she would be able to hold back her anger at the insolence and stupidity of this tom for much longer. She looked him over again and for the first time, wondered what he was thinking. What was going on in that tiny brain of his. Can't be much she decided. She took in the scent of the forest again, the same scents bathed her tongue and her stomach rumbled loudly in response. She needed to eat something or she would be embarrassed by her stomachs ever growing growls for hunger. She moved forward another step, she was just over a fox length from her apprentice now. she could smell him, the sweet tang of the apprentice den clung to his fur, along with the scent of the foret thorugh which he had trekked to find her. "A warrior on a hunting patrol is always listening and scenting for nearby PREY" She emphasized, the last word hoping it would jar some kind of memory in that mouse-sized brain of his. She had a mind to bat his ear if he got another question wrong but she didn't want to damage any of the few brains he may have left. She flicked her tail and dug her claws into the ground.

Don't kill him...he's just an apprentice, Greystorm obviously was to easy on his son. You'll just have to be a little tougher She thought to herself feeling her satisfaction grow and then quickly ebb away at the anger that still blazed in her belly. She took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves and retracted her claws. Great now they are covered in dirt. Oh well I'll deal with that latter I guess She thought glancing down at her paws and then back at her apprentice. She stared at him, her eyes attempting to bore new holes in his head for another nose, or set of eyes, or something to make him at least worth something to his clan. As far as she was concerned he was a lost cause. She would soonn grow impatient, and force him to gather a certain amount of prey, or check the elders for ticks everyday for the next moon. Maybe that'll get him to think about what he's doing... She thougth absently her eyes still staring at her apprentice waiting for his halfwitted reply.

Once you find your center
you are sure to win

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(Lyrics Credit to "I'll Make a Man Out of You" from Mulan)

Ooc: Well I think he's got her convinced he's worthless....She's going to get herself in trouble lol

[;; galepaw]

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[violetwhisper]

Violetwhisper

You're a spineless, pale pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue

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Her stomach churned like claws gripping at her soft underside. She couldn't believe the words that were coming from this toms mouth. She must be dreaming. She closed her eyes and placed her tongue between her teeth, and bit down hard. She let out a squeak of surprise and felt droplets of blood forming on her tongue. great how am I going to explain that one? She asked herself lashing her tail from side to side, sweeping it behind her through the air. Alright so she wasn't dreaming. Her apprentice was a complete mouse brain...no he was worse than a mouse brain. He was worse than a kittypet. She felt anger churn in her belly. What kind of mentor couldn't have taught his apprentice what the scents of the forest were. She shook her head and growled to herself. "obviously an idiot of one." She said under her breath. Not caring if the apprentice heard. Starclan, he was probably off in the clouds somewhere anyway. She flicked her whiskers and looked at him her eyes betraying for a moment her shock and anger at his stupidity.

She forced the emotions from her eyes and nodded slowly, deciding that if he was going to act like a half brained kit, she would treat him as such. This is too much work...I'll have to have a word with Hawkstar about this apprentice... She thought to herself. Then her heart beat quickened and a hint of fear fluttered through it No. I can't. He thought I could handle training Galepaw, and so I will...I won't let him down. At this determined thought her heart slowed and she spoke to her appretnice, slowly, annunciating every word carefully. "Yes, we CAN eat birds. Very good galepaw." She rolled her eyes and then focused back on her apprentice trying to keep her voice light friendly. Now for the scolding bit of work...the actual work they would be doing today? Back to the basics...scents of the forest. There was No scent of bird here...none. Not a whiff. "Unfortunately there aren't any birds here." She said and lifted her muzzle to the wind again letting it drift over her tongue. She still tasted the same tangy combination of scents. The swampy, wet, muddy, stentch of frog and lizard. The foresty crisp tree-like scent of squirrel, and the earthy, grass scent of mouse, vole and shrew. Each of course had their own distinct scent but she didn't have time for that. She lowered her head again and her eyes flicked over the forest around them. She wondered if there was going to be any prey by the time they got hunting. She shook her head.

She was going to have to treat this tom like a kit. "Alright lift your nose a little toward the sky and open your mouth, like this" She said and demonstrated. She kept her eyes focused on her apprentice so as to correct him when he did something wrong. "Take a deep breath, drawing the air over your tongue and tell me if you taste the earthy scent. The one that reminds you of the undergrowth around the forest." She said and waited for his nod. This was going to be a very, very long day. She felt her anger rise again but forced it down. She was going to make this tom a warrior if it killed her. She wasn't going to give up on him. Perhaps Hawkstar had given him to her as punishment for something, thoguh she couldn't imagine what. She was an exemplary warrior, by her standards. She couldn't imagine being punished for anything. It must have been, because he thoguht she would be the only one who could get thorugh to him. Yes that was it. Hawkstar thinks so higly of me, he trusts me with the WORST apprentice in the forrest. She felt her heart lighten slightly at that and she focused again on where she was an what she was doing. Starclan let him get SOMETHING right She prayed.

Somehow I'll make a man
out of you

(Lyrics Credit to "I'll Make a Man Out of You" from Mulan)

Ooc: bahahahahahahaha they crack me up! =)

[;; galepaw]

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[violetwhisper]

Violetwhisper

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We must be swift as the coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon

She watched him closely her eyes critical and flashing with frustration. "If you know how to breath prove it" She said irritably her eyes flashing frustration. She sighed and flicked her ears hearing the squirrel just as Galepaw did. She opened her mouth to correct him, but he was off and hunting the prey. She sighed and stalked after him, she flinched as he stepped on the leaf and growled as he leaped to early. His paws caught the squirrels tail and surprisingly pulled it away. She watched the small animal clumsily scamper up the tree, leaving a clear trail of blood after it. An idea flashed in her head and she smiled wickedly. If he falls from the tree and dies...that's not my fault...and I can twist it anyway I want. She thought to herself, a smile passing her face for the first time this session.

She glanced at her apprentice as he spoke and shook her head calmly. "No that wasn't a vole. it was a good try though." She had to build the mouse brain up some how. give him enough courage to climb the tree after the squirrel. Not many Shadowclan cat's climbed the pine trees, because they lacked low branches, but many an eager apprentice shot up after their prey, and ended up injured or dead. She was hoping for the latter. She needed him out of her fur. "Well, you can't leave injured prey like that." She paused trying to make her voice encouraging, "Up you go." She said glancing to the tree. it wasn't all that tall, but perhaps he would try to follow the stupid squirrel across a branch to another tree. That would be a good time for him to fall. She flicked her tail toward the blood trail. "Even you should be able to follow that." She said and sat down pulling her haunches under her and wrapping her tail around her paws.

Her violet eyes turned to the apprentice again and she stared deep into his blue eyes daring him to defy her. He probably has no idea what's going on. He's so mouse-brained. She thought tapping her tail on the ground. "I'll watch you from the ground and guide you from here." She said tilting her head to one side to take in her tailless apprentice. "Well what are you waiting for?" She asked flicking her ears toward the tree and forcing allowing a smile to play at her lips, hoping she looked encouraging and not shifty. Her whole plan hinged on having a competent apprentice. One whom she could show off to Hawkstar, whom she wasn't afraid to leave behind in camp to take care of the duties there. Perhaps you can corrupt this stupid cat. She thought for a moment then forced the thought from her mind. No, he would give everything away, we need clever cats, not mouse brained ones. With this thought she watched her apprentice.

With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon

(Lyrics Credit to "Make A Man Out of You" from Mulan)

Ooc:oh gosh... I can't wait til they figure it out lol...

[;; galepaw]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=CellPadding,4,true][atrb=CellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 310px; padding: 10px; color: 91B4AD; text-align: center; background-color: 2C2024; border: 5px solid #3E3435;][style=font-family: Arial Black; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 90%; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; color: 3E3435;]I'LL BURY YOU[/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 24px; color: 3E3435; line-height: 90%; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: -4px;]NEXT TO YOUR EGO[/style][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: C1F2EC; letter-spacing: 6px; margin-top: -2px;]AND MARK THE GRAVE TO BURN[/style] [style=width: 300px; border-left: 1px dotted #C1F2EC; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-left: 22px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; text-align: justify;]Galepaw tried not to hide his complete utter shock at Violetwhisper's suggested. Climb!? She certainly wants to kill me! His panic caused his claws to extend nervously as he ripped his ocean blue eyes from her and into the pine leaves. He cried out, a wordless, scared mew. In this moment he was terrified. If he didn't climb, would she pounce him and just do it herself? Are you out of your StarClan forsaken mind!? He wanted to scream but simply shook in fear. He had to choke back his anger and fear and managed to slip a cry of "It's... it's way too high!" He shrunk back from the tree, fur pricking and body nearly twice it's size. He realized he was nearly backing into the black she-cat and he jumped, backing away from her as well. This was too hard! The older apprentice was afraid he would die here, in the moment. But he couldn't be certain; he had to wait. If Violetwhisper jumped at him he had to show his true colours and attack back. He couldn't be the first to move. If he failed she would know. She couldn't know, no one could know. Galepaw took a moment to catch his breath, counting his breathing. The tom had to calm down. He closed his eyes and let his fur lay flat. "Can't we just... wait until it falls out of the tree...?" Meekly, he suggested. With every heartbeat that passed, Galepaw felt himself hating the sleek she-cat more and more. Perhaps he could maim her, drag her into a tree, and let her fall to her death. It'd be quite an ironic way to finally end. He bit his tongue, almost excited by the thought of her death, but trying not to let it show.[/style] [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: left; margin-left: 22px; padding-left: 10px; ;]TAGS, violetwhisper, apprentice training NOTES, words: 296 LYRICS, but a fleeting illness, SAY ANYTHING CODED BY TSU DOLL OF LOVE STAMP.[/style]

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[violetwhisper]

Violetwhisper

Time is racing toward us
till the Huns arrive

Her eyes narrowed as he backed away from the tree and a smile lit her face. She'd found some ground with him, good. She thought flicking the tip of her tail as he jumped away from her. He seemed nervous to be near her, to have his back to her. Did he know? He can't know. No one does. She thought flicking her ears nervously for a moment before forcing the feeling from her body. She watched him, feeling his fear flow from him in waves, it gave her a hunger, and she smiled cruelly, getting delight from this training session for the first time. "It's not to high for a warrior, you want to be a warrior don't you?" She asked cooly flicking her ears forward and opening her eyes a little wider, tilting her head slightly to the side to make it look as though she were really inquiring. As if she wasn't sure he was cut out to be a warrior, which, of course, she wasn't. She watched him intently seeing him taking slowing breaths, clearly trying to calm himself.

Can't we just... wait until it falls out of the tree...?

These words slipped form his mouth with a meek, sickly sort of fearfulsound. it assulted her ears and forced her to dig her claws into the ground for a heartbeat before she leaped to her paws, as though he'd had a wonderful idea. "Oh Galepaw! what a wonderful idea." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, and she flicked her ears back agains her skull and raised her would be eyebrow, "Oh...but what if it crawls into it's den in the trees. Then we'll have it's scent of death and blood wafting around the whole territory drawing badgers and foxes from all over the forest." She glared at him. "We wouldn't want that now would we?" She flicked her ears and glanced at his tailless form. "This'll help your balance. Wouldn't want you to fall off a branch." She said keeping her voice even and calm, though her heart lurched at the thought. OF course that would make my life a whole lot easier She thought wistfully.

She glanced at the trunk and followed the trail of blood up the tree. Her vision ended three or four fox-lengths into the dark branches above them, She couldn't see the squirrel but she imagined it was to injured and frightened to go to far. "Go on, after it. Wouldn't want to bring a tail back to the elders and tell them you were to frightened to go after the squirrel whom you viciously stole it from." She said a glint in her eyes. In her experience no apprentice wanted to be seen as vicious. Not even the dullest most mousebrained ones. Shadowclan was known for it's sneaky cunningness of course, but viciousness, evility was something that most normal cats tried to shake off, at least that was her opinion. She pulled that coat on with honor, and glee. It was up to the apprentice now. Would he go up the tree, or would he force her to chase him up the tree. Wouldn't that be a little far Violetwhisper? She asked herself It might give me away. Or he may tell someone I forced him to do something dangerous. She flicked her tail irritably. At least he'd be doing something for the clan! She spat in her head before sitting digging her claws into the ground again.

Heed my every order
and you might survive

(Lyrics Credit to "Make a Man Out of You" from Mulan)