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Post by ( ebonyleaf ) on Dec 8, 2011 16:23:14 GMT -5
E B O N Y L E A F , There was nothing quite like being control of another, without them realizing it. When she had been first assigned her new apprentice, a thrill had run through her. This was her first chance to teach a young cat the real way to live; as a decoy! Her paws itched to start the training, though she knew the sun had not even risen over the misty moors of WindClan, thus far. She scuffed her paws, feeling the hard earth beneath the flattened bed of moss beneath her. Now, all she could do was wait. Waiting was the hardest, for it was then that her thoughts had the tendency to wander the most, feeling her with dread and making her feel separated. It seemed she must have dozed a little, for the next time her eyes opened, faint light was beginning to creep through, into the den. She rejoiced at this factor, for a moment, the only sign she was happy the gentle flicking of her tail.
She knew it would only be a little while longer, so she turned herself on her back before completing a full circle and laying upon her other side. That was a little better; now she had a much fuller view of the world outside the warrior den. Was that a shadow she spied, creeping past, tail tucked between legs in guilt? She knew her imagination was most likely taking over, for she was bored to the extreme, however, this was an excuse so she took it. Her legs carried her own body as if it were a shadow, and she slipped out of the den that still seemed so unfamiliar, to investigate her surroundings. It became clear almost instantly that there was no clanmates about. Shaking her head, she dismissed her disappointment briskly, instead, concentrating on the meeting she was about to arrange of her own accord. Her apprentice could be awakened, now, she reasoned. After all, the sun was beginning to move through the sky; it was time.
She walked rather proudly across to the apprentice den. Nothing to fear, here! She knew this and accepted it gladly. She was a little surprised he had been chosen for her apprentice; he had appeared rather grumpy and outspoke from the brief moments she had observed him around the camp. But perhaps she could match these traits, after all, it was not as if she were perfect herself. Upon reaching the entrance, she paused, her eyes fixated on the dark gray bundle of fur she presumed to be him. Ebonyleaf somewhat marched over, tripping over a cat here and there. 'Firepaw? Firepaw?' she breathed, her head so close to his. StarClan forbid, if she were bending over another cat! How foolish would she appear then! This feeling intensified until she had backed off a little. She could feel frustration combining with the possible embarassment, now, and neither did anything to soothe her temper. Wake up. Wake up you stupid furball! was her last conscious thought, before she sat and became lost once more. |
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Post by firegaze on Dec 13, 2011 14:35:37 GMT -5
[/i] r e p a w[/size][/color][/ul] Firepaw did still happen to be asleep, dreaming the pleasant dreams of a WindClan cat. Dreaming the pleasant dreams of one who had nothing better to do. He was dreaming about rabbits and squirrels, picturing himself with both in his jaws, the pride in Ebonyleaf’s eyes. Then his dreams became darker, tainted with the red of bloodlust and hate. He pictured himself and his glorious power. It all started with one simple step, becoming a warrior. A simple step that was so far away. Then his dreams became bloody. The next step was to kill the deputy and cover the tracks. He pictured his jaws around Russetclaw’s throat as he joyfully threw her into the lake. The last, and probably most bloody, step was killing Snowstar herself. He chuckled darkly.
His ears began to prick in his sleep as they picked up the slight vibrations of Ebonyleaf’s paw steps. He barely lifted his head to acknowledge her presence. He signed it off as an apprentice coming back from the dawn patrol. He snuggled deeper into his nest, ignoring the clear marching steps of his mentor in his den. It wasn’t until she spoke that he raised his head and blinked open his amber eyes. He got up and glared at his gray mentor, eyes narrowing in distaste. He shuffled around the apprentices and exited the den, not waiting to see if his mentor was following. Firepaw stretched his not so delicate muscles and shook his head. Then he began to licked his chest fur in an attempt to wake himself up.
He made his way over to the freshkill pile and picked a scrawny rabbit. He eyed it with disgust, hating that he had to eat something with so little flesh on it. He rolled his eyes and began the slow process of eating such a thing. He didn’t look around once, realizing the possibility of meeting his mentors gaze was a huge risk. He imagined the disappointment clearly and winced. She hadn’t told him she was going to wake him up earlier than usual. He sighed and licked his lips when the rabbit was gone. Only then did he turn around and tell his mentor scornfully, I hate to tell you this your royal highness but some of us need sleep. Warn me next time you wake me up at dawn. he glared at her indignantly. |
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Post by ( ebonyleaf ) on Dec 14, 2011 2:48:00 GMT -5
E B O N Y L E A F , She knew he would be trouble when he glared at her; it was his first reaction. However, she gave him a brief chance, allowing him to fully adjust to his surroundings. She was just about to coax him out of the den, when he suddenly stepped out of the den. Feeling surprised, she followed him, hoping he was just simply eager for the training to begin. She stopped when he did, observing him as he licked his chest fur. She hovered about, feeling more like the apprentice herself; this did nothing to improve her growing dislike. The decoy could not believe his next move! He was proposing to sit and eat in front of her? There was training to be done; meals came later! She was so furious, by now, having let herself go, that she swiped a paw in front of his muzzle, knocking the rabbit clean out of his mouth. She knew her boundaries; she did not touch him, nor would she. Not unless they were alone and he continued in this manner. After all, she was a decoy. .
She was about to give him a full on confrontation when he spoke. His words seemed to be dripping with disdain; far out of place for a mere apprentice. She stiffened, tail waving dangerously, though he would probably not recognize that sign. Her fur began to bristle too, with both apprehension and disbelief, along with the stronger emotion of anger. 'No, you're wrong. The next time, I won't even be verbally warning you. I'll just jump straight on top of you and tackle you out of the den,' she hissed, feeling the violent side of her itch to rest her claws deep into his stomach. What a way to treat her new apprentice! 'I'm sorry,' she ammended, though her tone sounded forced. She still retained the message that she was in charge; not to be spoken to in that sarcastic tone. 'I. . tend to overreact, easily. So, beware. .' She practically hissed the last word, knowing she was letting herself get out of control. Her eyes had gleamed though, and a faint smile that seemed out of place had also touched her face.
'Now, training!' She did not wait for a response; that would be dangerous, probably only inviting another snide remark. She did not care if he had given a response; she had no ear for him anymore. She, Ebonyleaf, was in charge and that was how it was going to stay! Certainly, she had begun on a bad foot, both of them had, but all that was soon to change. 'We'll start with hunting first; I don't care if you don't want to do it, that's where we're heading. And you'd just better keep up!' There it was again! That hurried glare, that swift, added comment in order to keep him under control. Was she overreacted, like always? Or was there good reason? 'Come on, to the moors.' She shot one last look of disdain, mixed with a stubborn gleam, before shepparding him in front of her, her large canines almost bared.
OTHER; She already dislikes him; he totally made her crack. Not that it takes much. . xDD |
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