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Post by tallthorn on Nov 3, 2011 22:08:19 GMT -5
Long, thin stalks of grass bent in the breeze as Tallthorn wound his way through them. He moved delicately, like a tight-rope walker putting on a show, though as far as he knew there were no other cats about. He also knew he wasn't supposed to be in WindClan's territory. He knew this, and yet there he was, slinking through the reeds and sniffing at the air in case a wayward vole was wandering near. There wasn't any reason for the sandy brown tom to be thieving prey from ShadowClan's farthest neighbor. However, there also wasn't a reason for him to be snarky and sullen with all those he encountered. Reason played very little into his actions these days, it seemed.
Tallthorn allowed himself to be drawn farther and farther from the shoreline by the scents of the field, uninterested in the fact that each pawstep away from the lake made him even more of an intruder. Though he wouldn't say it aloud, the lanky warrior wanted to be caught. He wanted to run into some silly WindClan kitty nosing around after dark, provoke them unnecessarily, and then take a few swipes at their skinny hide. Tallthorn was always full of frustration, but ShadowClan rarely provided ways for him to release his pent up anger. And that was alright. Tallthorn may have been grumpy, but he was equally resourceful. If there wasn't any trouble back home to satiate his itch to fight, then he would just go and find some.
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Post by Russetclaw on Nov 3, 2011 23:30:53 GMT -5
Russetclaw [/font][/size][/center] Like a whisper to the dusk
An oath against the shadows, denying the dark
Fight Fight Fight 'til the break of dawn [/font][/size][/color] His paws glided silently through his territory through the tall grass over the moorland toward the lake. He loved to go look at the water after dark. It's gentle rolling up and back down the shore calmed him. He was different than most of his clanmates, he didn't mind the water so much, as long as he didn't have to go in it. Most of his clan didn't like to get closer than three tail lengths to the shore...which always made for interesting trips to the Gathering. He flicked his tail and picked up his pace a sense of urgency pushing him forward. his paws itched for excitement and adventure. He rolled his shoulders back tore up the rise that led to the lake shore. He slowed as he rose to the top for this was his favorite place. As he looked over Windclan's territory some movement caught his eye and a scent drifted over the moorland wind to greet him. He narrowed his eyes watching the sandy pelt slink through the grass.
A growl rumbled from his chest and his claws slipped from their hiding places and dug into the ground. Just like Shadowclan to break the warrior code and go to sneaking around another clans territory. With that thought he raced down the hill, his legs extending to carry him swiftly toward his quarry. As he raced down the hill he forced his fur to lie flat, forced his anger, to be queted. As much as he wanted to rake his claws down the toms pelt, he would resist...perhaps, thought not likely, this tom had a good reason for being in Windclan Territory. He slid to a stop in front of the Shadowclan warrior and took a deep breath calming himself one last time before he spoke. "You seem to have strayed a little far from your territory Shadowclan. Is your leader to mousebrained to teach even his warriors how to get back to his camp? Or is it merely that you wish to join a clan that is worth of the Warrior code." His words were full of a biting sarcasm. He may be wise most of the time, but everyone has their moment. He flicked his ears and waited for a reply, prepared for a battle, but willing to let the tom turn around and run if that's what he chose. Russetclaw wasn't afraid of a good fight. Like a prayer unto the dawn
In arms against the shadows, destroying the dark
Fight Fight Fight 'til the break of dawn [/size][/font][/right] (Lyrics credit to Atreyu, Honor) |
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Post by tallthorn on Nov 7, 2011 14:24:00 GMT -5
Unlike the WindClan cat, Tallthorn did not appear riled in the least. While the other warrior was furious to find an intruder in the midst of his territory, the ShadowClan tom appeared smugly pleased. It was better to have run across a lone cat than a full patrol. Seeking to do as little as possible to mollify Russetclaw, Tallthorn waved his tail nonchalantly and twitched his ears with amusement. "Have I?" he purred in response to Russetclaw's comment on how far he had wandered from ShadowClan's borders. "Guess I am a small distance from home." Tallthorn paced slowly in front of the other cat as he spoke, his movements casual and soft. The breeze died down as the toms confronted one another, leaving the grass around them still and attentive.
Tallthorn ceased his pacing suddenly and took two large steps toward the WindClan warrior, his ears flattened and his maw twisted into a scowl. His relaxed demeanor had evaporated and was replaced with a nature that suggested no innocent intentions. His tail flicked back and forth and he dug his claws into the dirt beneath him. "So?" he hissed, leveling his gaze at the other cat, "What are you going to do about it?" It was obviously a challenge, one that Tallthorn hoped that Russetclaw would rise to. The WindClan cat did not seem particularly even-tempered, and it seemed unlikely that he would let Tallthorn move off peacefully if goaded enough.
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Post by Russetclaw on Nov 7, 2011 14:48:51 GMT -5
Russetclaw Resolute, a stance of defiance
Always teetering on the brink [/font][/left] His eyes followed the tom as he paced back and forth enticing, and goading Russetclaw on. HIs claws dug into the ground, unwilling to strike yet. He had to give him a chance to leave peacefully no matter how much he wanted a good fight. The warrior code demanded it. He flicked his ears and noted that the tom seemed peaceful enough, yet not buying into his innocent act. Any Shadowclan cat straying THIS far into another clan's territory is looking for trouble and isn't going to leave without a fight. he thought and flicked his ears. The wind seemed to stop the grass standing at attention waiting for the next move. Stopping their swaying to watch the confrontation. They stood erect frozen in the tension crackling across the small space between the two toms.
Suddenly the Shadowclan tom was in Russetclaw's face. His foul stench covereing everything. Russetclaw's courage took over and he refused to back down. NOt eve fliunching as the tom spoke in his face. So?...What are you going to do about it. Russetclaw stifled a growl in his chest and flicked his tail a smirk playing on his lips. THis tom was on his territory, there would be no question, he had a right to defend his clan. "I'm going to give you two options." He stated calmly, not pulling his face away from the other, his voice steady and his muscles taught ready to defend or attack whichever happened first. "Option one: you turn and run like the coward I know you to be or Option two: I shred you and you return to your clan with your tail tucked between your legs." He flicked his ears and waited a heartbeat. "Make your decision you Fox-hearted Shadowclanner" Nothing can hold you back
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Post by tallthorn on Nov 7, 2011 19:55:13 GMT -5
Tallthorn couldn’t help it. He barked out a small laugh before withdrawing slightly, leaving space between the two of them once again. Sure, Tallthorn had gone out to WindClan’s end of the lake to start some trouble, but Russetclaw was just taking it so seriously! His unflinching posture, his readied muscles, his tiny smirk… it was all unusually rigid to Tallthorn and he found it startlingly amusing. He hadn’t meant to laugh, but since he had, the tom found the situation disappointingly less tense than before, at least from his own perspective. It was difficult to have a serious showdown when you were giggling at your potential opponent’s stance. His earlier desire to have a scuffle slightly depleted, Tallthorn sat on his haunches. He licked at the back of one paw and dragged it over one ear a few times, eyeing the WindClan warrior as he did so. His eyes, pale and not particularly luminous against the color of his fur, looked more tired than threatening.
”I don’t really fancy either of those,” Tallthorn told the other cat honestly, putting his paw back to the ground. He was back to looking nonthreatening, his shoulders slouched and tail draped indifferently across the dirt. He seemed as capricious as he was sullen, and it would be difficult to tell if he was still looking to pick a fight at this point. "So," he meowed, giving his shoulder a lick, "I suppose it's up to you."
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Post by ( finchpaw ) on Nov 8, 2011 4:38:50 GMT -5
The small apprentice had been bored, when he had snuck out of the camp, aware of every surrounding movement of his clanmates. It seemed that nothing had been out of the ordinary; that was until he had spotted one of ShadowClan's warriors. Finchpaw did not know for certain, though an inkling of suspicion had instantly been aroused in him. Though this may have been simply because he was a suspicious and mistrusting individual, he was sure the way the cat was slinking about was not usually a good indicator. Terribly uninterested by the tasks he knew he should be performing, he had begun to follow this warrior; perhaps he would lead him to the site of a good fight. It came as a mild surprise that Finchpaw wanted to sink his claws under another's pelt, while helping out a clanmate.
It became clear to the young apprentice, as he darted this way and that, with a vague attempt at concealment, that the warrior had every intention of crossing into WindClan territory. He also observed that the warrior was now in trouble. Running a rose pink tongue around his jaws, he now crouched half - amongst, half - behind the solitary clump, it seemed, of long grass. As he sat there, hindquarters bunching underneath him, he became aware of how open the space around him was. Was this too risky? Should he slink away, now? After all, he was in no better a position than the warrior he had followed! Everything in this situation relied on chance! What if the tom was terribly ungrateful? He would have two angry cats on his paws!
It was the end of the phrase 'fox - hearted Shadowclanner,' that the apprentice happened to hear. The phrase that set his temper alight and his blood boiling. For him, his clanmates could do no wrong; no matter that it was Tallthorn that was really cause of this problem at hand. He could not stand by and let him be insulted. Leaping forward, he ignored the laugh that should have been a sign that his clanmate was in relative control of the situation. 'No cat has the right to insult my clanmate like that,' his voice was a viscious snarl, full of malice and venom. He was truly furious. He realized the warrior had already replied, and began to feel a little behind the pace of the conversation. He shot a glance at the larger cat beside him, letting him know how he'd jump to the chance to help him out; together, they'd take down that mangy WindClan cat!
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Post by ---L a r k p a w || on Nov 8, 2011 16:08:47 GMT -5
[style=text-align: justify;] Today had actually been satisfyingly normal. She had practiced a few moves with her mentor Russetclaw and then had gone off to hunt for her clan --you know, what a normal cat's typical day should be. Unfortunately, her luck didn't always run like this. Usually it was spent looking after her sister and trying to keep her out of trouble --or arguing with a certain yellow-eyed cat in the medicine cat den. And then their fight would settle down when yet another cat was brought in dead. So many . . . so many these days; it was horrendous. She was only six moons old and had seen multiple limp corpses of her clanmates. Was StarClan punishing them? Did they do something wrong? But if so, wouldn't they tell the medicine cat?
She shrugged her shoulders trying to shake off the bad feeling. No, no, it wasn't any of her worry, she wasn't deputy, or leader for that matter; maybe if she were medicine cat apprentice . . . but she shook that idea out of her mind as well. She was two moons too late for that to ever be an option for her. More's the pity. Well, it was StarClan's will, was it not?
To be honest, she didn't believe that deeply that StarClan could control one's fate. Not to say that she didn't believe in StarClan. Gosh, of course she did! But . . . did they really have as much power as she was told when she were not but a small kit? As that idea rolled around in her head, she noticed her mentor scent drifting through the air --it was . . . angry. Angry? She narrowed her eyes, why? So she stalked him.
Option One: . . . . She listened to her mentors bold words and could help put have a flicker of pride --she was so lucky to have such a great mentor! But then it went away as fast as it came. Was he trying to pick a fight? Okay, okay, so it's not like she didn't like fighting, and she wasn't superstitious, but Karma got to her sometimes.
And, it was unnecessary to receive wounds for something as trivial as a border spat. Huh, but . . . this wasn't exactly a border spat; to be frank it would most likely be "fifteen-foxtails-away-from-my-border-and-into-the-enemies-territory-border-spat" Maybe he should explain.
Make your decision you Fox-hearted Shadowclanner! She raised an eyebrow, well, that wasn't too smart --did Russetclaw want a fight that badly? Suddenly, an apprentice jumped up behind the enemy warrior calling out that no one had the right to insult his superior and clanmate. Her eyes flickered in surprise --a ShadowClanner, worried? About. . . his clanmates? Comforting to know that at least they weren't as cold-hearted as she was told; but she'd rather find that out for herself then from the secondhand.
She walked into the battle zone. Well, I do agree with that apprentice over there, she pointed, Your choice of words weren't very . . . . pleasant. If you wanted him to get off of our territory you might say it more calmly. Even if he didn't leave, at least we can tell them that we WindClanners haven't stooped as low as to recklessly charge into an unneeded fight. At least, that's what you told me before . . . . Don't get her wrong, she's not one to turn against her clanmates; but she is a know-it-all. In fact, everything she just said probably would've contradicted her own actions if she were in place of Russetclaw. And now oh damn, she kind of just told off her superior . . . at least she was smart enough to add in that last part about him telling her . . . right?
She looked at him anxiously, what exactly had she just gotten herself into here?
00c:: MAKE HER LOOSE HER COOL  haha, she's angered easily so that won't be a problem, XDD But really, she's trying to look impressive in front of her mentor. And -points- to a certain tom over there.
Gomenasai, I don't feel like finding her a table ATM
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Post by Russetclaw on Nov 8, 2011 20:39:37 GMT -5
Russetclaw Open arms we embrace tomorrow
Closed fists, tarnishing today [/color][/font][/left] The tom lifted his gaze for a second taken aback at the toms response to his threat. He was slightly confused though he didn't let it reach his eyes or face. He flicked his ears and clawed the earth. He didn't understand what this tom was looking for. He opened his mouth to reply when two scents hit his tongue. The first was more shadowclan. The apprentice leaped out and spoke bravely for his clanmate and a smirk flew across Russetclaw's face at the small cat's bravery. The second scent was that of his own apprentice. As she appeared at his side speaking out blatently questioning his authority and judgement. He sighed, knowing his apprentice was quoting him correctly. He felt slightly ashamed of himself but that part of him that wanted to battle, that wanted a good fight, still itched just under the surface. He spoke to his apprentice, keeping his eyes on the Shadowclan warrior. "You think a warrior and an apprentice this far in our territory isn't a good enough reason for a fight Larkpaw? They could be stealing our prey, or checking the lay of the land before a raiding party.This close to leaf-bare, we cannot afford to take any chances." He sated calmly, but his claws dug into the ground, and he could contian himself no longer.
He paused a moment and looked at the tom from Shadowclan one more time. Sizing him up taking his in pale fur and paler eyes. He spoke calmly but the growl in his chest was as noticible as the smirk on his face. Hw wasn't going to let this tom get away with breaking the warrior code. "I give you this final warning. If you have business here, state it and we will escort you both to Snowstar. If not prepare to fight." He flicked his ears and glanced at the apprentice with him taking in his blue eyes, and rag doll like pelt. Confident that Larkpaw could put up a good fight or at least hold her own against this tom, if they fought. he flicked his ears again. A doubt nagged in his heart. Is Larkpaw ready for her first real fight...would you be so eager to fight this tom if she was your kit going into her first fight because her mentor couldn't keep his cool head? He forced the thoughts from his mind. She had enough fight training to hold her own, long enough for him to help her at least. He gathered his haunches beneath himself and prepared to launch himself at the opposing tom or roll out of the way, which ever need arose first. Still he waited for a reply, be it an attack or a voiced need to see Snowstar. We're not afraid to open our mouths and scream:
We believe in what we say [/color][/right] (Lyrics credit to "Honor" lyrics by Atreyu) Ooc: I don't really like this... meh... it's not one of my best...feel free to have Tallthorn attacck first. The order now after me is Tallthorn, Finchpaw, Larkpaw. =) |
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Post by tallthorn on Nov 10, 2011 10:08:45 GMT -5
Though he had a knack for being pointlessly antagonistic, Tallthorn was not keen on being the cat to make the first pounce. He’d rather let his opponent initiate any physical hostilities. Anything attempts at a first strike on Tallthorn’s part usually ended fairly embarrassingly. As much as he liked tumbling through the dirt, claws extended, teeth snapping, Tallthorn was average at best when it came to fighting. And that was okay. It wasn’t about winning with him. He didn’t mind being chased home, battered and bloody. Being called weak or spineless did not bother the ShadowClan tom. He just needed to sink his teeth into something, to feel fur snag under his claws and that manic rush of energy through his body that comes with a good brawl. Sure, it was a pretty self-destructive hobby, but Tallthorn wasn’t really the type to focus on bettering his future. On the contrary, he was happier wallowing in the past.
And so, he’d let Russetclaw be the one to come charging first. Tallthorn didn’t think it’d be that difficult. The cat already seemed ready to leap for his throat. It was just a matter of waiting for him to actually do it. So smugly confident in knowing how this would all turn out, Tallthorn nearly jumped when Finchpaw hurdled out of the tall grass beside him. He tail fluffed out for a brief moment from the surprise of his appearance, and he wrapped it around his paws in an attempt to hide it.
What was Finchpaw doing here? Had the apprentice followed him? Tallthorn returned Finchpaw’s glance of solidarity with a grim frown. He didn’t want this to be some crazy skirmish, just a little fight to get his mind off things. So much for that, he supposed. Tallthorn quickly turned his young clanmate’s support into something troublesome and unwanted and, secure in this negative attitude, he turned his honey-colored gaze back to Russetclaw. This was timed well enough to see Larkpaw strut out to chastise the warrior. Tallthorn had to stifle another chuckle at her words. Russetclaw had the right to call Tallthorn whatever he liked! And there he was, being scolded by what looked like an apprentice. WindClan was incredibly silly, Tallthorn decided.
”We certainly could be,” The tawny warrior meowed in response to the Windclanner’s accusations. ”Or maybe we’re not? What a mystery!” Tallthorn got back onto his paws, stalking casually in front of Finchpaw. As much as he resented the young cat’s presence, he didn’t want Russetclaw going at the little one first. Tallthorn may have been grumpy and sullen, but he wasn’t a complete monster. He recognized that it was his fault Finchpaw had ended up here, and wasn’t particularly excited to have the apprentice’s hide clawed on his behalf.
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Post by ( finchpaw ) on Nov 10, 2011 16:46:14 GMT -5
From the grim scowl that came from his clanmate in return, Finchpaw was starting to feel that perhaps he should have just kept his distance. He did so have a tendency to leap into a battle; he loved the chance to defend his clanmates, he felt so strongly about them. He supposed that it was really the WindClan warrior's fault, anyhow; she had insulted Tallthorn. If that had not happened.. well, perhaps he would be looking at this situation from a different perspective, from say, a comfortable piece of gorse, a few fox - lengths away. His flow of thoughts were interrupted by an unwelcome intruder. Another WindClan apprentice had arrived, and Finchpaw felt doubt settle even more firmly into his mind. He really should have stayed where he was. . The thrill of battle was exhilirating, there was no doubt about it, though at his age, he had rarely fought.
At the slight show of humor from Tallthorn, Finchpaw allowed a smirk to stretch across his face, making no attempt to hide his emotions. He glanced at the warrior every now and then, to see how he was acting. He was trying to impress WindClan; to show them just how much more superior his own clan was. Therefore, he wanted to act as much like his fellow clanmate as he could. Finchpaw found himself bristling, as the WindClan warrior went on to further insult himself and his clanmate's presence in their clan. Typical WindClan.. being so hostile and suspicious.. His thoughts were not exactly rational; for it was he who was trespassing. Though what clan cat ever had an unbiased view of a situation, when there own clan was involved?
He smirked openly again at Tallthorn's next words, knowing how much they would infruiate the situation. 'Yeah, you'll just have to wait,' he echoed, feeling some input was necessary. As he let Tallthorn deal with the majority of the situation, he did not particularly want to get drawn in any further than he already was, he suddenly found his view obscured by a large amount of bushy, tawny fur. It was then he realized that the other cat was trying to shield him; if only a little! He found he was even more furious, and reckless, than before. He tried to sidestep a little, hoping the warrior wouldn't counteract his movements. He muttered in an undertone, 'shall we fight them?' His eyes gleamed and he hoped against hope the warrior would agree. |
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Post by ---L a r k p a w || on Nov 10, 2011 20:45:16 GMT -5
[style=text-align: justify;] She dipped her head in consent. Yes, yes, he was the warrior here . . . was she really that bossy? Ah yeah; she was. This was going nowhere, her eyes swiveled back and forth between the enemy and Russetclaw. Seconds went by . . .minutes . . perhaps a few moons? It was a dead awkward, silent stare down. Both the warriors were stalling; was it only that apprentice over there, what was his name? Perhaps Figpaw, Fullpaw . . oh, Finchpaw, yes. She hadn't really gone out to look for a fight today, but standing here was making her seriously irritated.
A Day in the Life of Larkpaw:
1. Wake up
2. Eat some freshkill
3. Greet Mothpaw (after she found her)
4. Make sure Mothpaw didn't get into any trouble
5. Try to get Mothpaw to make new friends
6. Shun Ferretpaw
7. Visit the medicine cat den
8. Annoy Sparrowpaw
9. Shun Ferretpaw
10. Tease Ferretpaw
11. Claw Ferretpaw (after he got too annoying)
12. Train with Russetclaw
13. Tease Ferretpaw
14. Check on Mothpaw
15. Get rid of Ferretpaw
16. Hunt for the clan
17. Meet up with a ShadowClan trespassing warrior and apprentice
18. Make a stupid smart remark at her mentor
19. Feel slightly ashamed
20. Listen to her mentor give yet another warning (what, third now?)
21. Stare at them for about a moon
??? . . . . Attack?!?!
Absolutely boring --she felt like she had done nothing all day, and her paws were itching with energy. Come on, come on, attack already; or just leave! She had hunting and training to accomplish! Okay now she was irritated to the max. She wanted a battle: now!
Or maybe they got lost, she said staring at her mentor, raising her voice, You know how ShadowClan is --no sense of direction. Perhaps they need an escort back to their territory as it seems that they have no idea how to find it again.
She had to smirk as the warrior stepped in front of the apprentice, what, he couldn't fight good enough on his own? Pity. She knew she was being mean, and she wasn't usually like this, well, maybe she was; but that was only when she was angry . . . although one might say she angered easily . . .
Ne, Russsetclaw, why aren't they attacking? I mean, they invade without an honest excuse, but why would they do that if they're too cowardly to attack first.
Honestly, she didn't want a battle; but she liked to win. Either with words or claws, her pride wouldn't be hurt. She faced the enemies, narrowed her eyes and prepared for an attack. If, they actually decided to attack that is.
ooc, yup, she got mad because nothing was happening XDDD OHHHHHHHH -failpost-
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Post by Russetclaw on Nov 11, 2011 2:25:20 GMT -5
Russetclaw We'll fight our battles
We'll wage our wars [/size][/left] The tom's laughter and unwillingness to attack first sent Russetclaw over the edge. He'd had enough. He'd listened to the laughing and the taunting from the other clan and he'd had enough of it. He'd taunted and asked them to leave nicely warning them twice. He was done. He wasn't going to let his apprentice see him back down from a fight with two cats who were so blatantly denying their wrong. He flicked his eyes back to the apprentice for a heart beat and realized the tom stood in front of him. Seeming to protect him. Perfect. An apprentice who can't fight and a warrior to big for his own fur. He rolled his eyes inwardly and dug his hind claws into the ground ready to fight. He was finished waiting nothing was going to postpone him any longer. His ear twitched toward his apprentice as she spoke and he smiled, feeling her energy come off her in waves. She was as ready as he, and he was ready to prove that Thunderclan was no clan to intrude upon. "I think you're right Larkpaw." He paused his shoulders tensing and his muscles preparing to launch himself at the attacker. "Let's teach these tresspassers a lesson."
No sooner were those words out of his mouth than he pressed his weight onto his back haunches and pushed off the ground with his powerful Windclan legs. The muscles there weren't only used for running you know. His muscles rippled and stretched as he moved through the air. His mouth opened in an angry snarl and he let forth an angry battle cry that was sure to force all the prey into their nests for the next day or two. His claws, brownish black extended from their homes like unsheathed daggers. His paws expanded allowing for more power and broader strike force. His eyes were locked onto the eyes of Tallthorn, his aim for the toms shoulders. If his plan worked he would bowl the tom over and leave the apprentice open for attack from Larkpaw. He was stretched to his full length his tail streaming behind him offering him balance as he leaped. This fight would not end without blood. Settle the score with honor and blood
We'll wear our scars like medals of hope [/size][/right] (Lyrics Credit to "Honor" by Atreyu)
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Post by ---d e a t h p a w || on Nov 11, 2011 13:19:06 GMT -5
[style=text-align: justify;] We have a problem.
Tallthorn left . . . what are we going to do? Say he fled? XD score!; but seriously 0-0
A Day in the Life of Larkpaw:
1. Wake up
2. Eat some freshkill
3. Greet Mothpaw (after she found her)
4. Make sure Mothpaw didn't get into any trouble
5. Try to get Mothpaw to make new friends
6. Shun Ferretpaw
7. Visit the medicine cat den
8. Annoy Sparrowpaw
9. Shun Ferretpaw
10. Tease Ferretpaw
11. Claw Ferretpaw (after he got too annoying)
12. Train with Russetclaw
13. Tease Ferretpaw
14. Check on Mothpaw
15. Get rid of Ferretpaw
16. Hunt for the clan
17. Meet up with a ShadowClan trespassing warrior and apprentice
18. Make a stupid smart remark at her mentor
19. Feel slightly ashamed
20. Listen to her mentor give yet another warning (what, third now?)
21. Stare at them for about a moon
??? . . . . Attack?!?!
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haha, she's angered easily so that won't be a problem, XDD But really, she's trying to look impressive in front of her mentor. And -points- to a certain tom over there.
