sharkpaw
WindClan
Posts: 7 
Rank: Apprentice
Age: Seven moons
Gender: She-cat
Mentor: x
Played By: Aubergine
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Post by sharkpaw on Jul 1, 2015 21:42:44 GMT -5
The last few rays of sunlight seeped through the trees as birds let out their final cries for the day and the fauna of the forest settled down to rest. Of course, not all was quiet in the woods, and paws stepped through the mossy underbrush, trembling with adrenaline and the sheer excitement of doing something so forbidden. Sharkpaw perked her ears up and turned to look at the other Windclan apprentices, fangs showing briefly in the dying light of dusk as she bared them in some sort of delight. "Come on!" She hissed, trying to settle the staccato beating of her heart. Reckless and foolish a cat as she was, even Sharkpaw felt the heavy weight of caution as she skittered past where the meadows gave way to heavily-laden branches and towering trunks.
"This is so much better than cleaning out dens." The silver cat said, thrill quickly beating out fear even if the close, crowded trees were so much different to the wide, sweeping plains that made most of Windclan's territory. It was weird, and she wasn't sure how cats managed to hunt in them without getting freaked out by how many places there were for bad things to hide. Worry spiked her blood for a moment before she shook that off quickly, the apprentice turning after a few more steps in to the mossy forest. After a pause of looking at the wet moss that clung to her feet, she straightened out her back and addressed the other Windclan apprentices.
Evidently, without giving anyone a chance to say otherwise, Sharkpaw had declared herself the leader. "Well," she began after a pause that was supposed to be meaningful but just hung awkwardly in the air, "if we bring back lots of prey, I bet Ruststar won't even get mad that we left camp." After all, their leader and deputy didn't seem to like Skyclan much at all, and that meant they would be happy with their apprentices taking this all in to their own hands. Right? Sharkpaw nodded to herself after a moment. "We probably, um, don't need to go in much further." She mumbled, fur along her spine prickling up as she looked in to the woods. There were plenty of clearings dotting the Skyclan territory, but she was so used to the meadows that it all seemed...suffocating.
Hopefully, no one else noticed her hesitation. After all, Sharkpaw had been one of the biggest supporters of this whole plan. If she started backing out, then everyone else would, maybe! And going back to camp with nothing to show for their absence except some muddy paws made her face screw up in distaste. No matter what the others did, she would make herself remember that she had to do this. Sharkpaw would do what Ruststar wanted them to all do, to stand against their rival clans, and prove she wasn't only a good Windclan cat, but a great Windclan cat, even if rabbits still gave her problems.
"Skyclan won't stand a chance!" |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2015 14:38:36 GMT -5
 TIMBERPAW.
weep for yourself my man, you'll never be what is in your heart.
weep little lion man, you're not as brave as your were at the start.
╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ He couldn't believe this was happening - why were they doing this!? Sure, Ruststar wasn't fond of Skyclan's presence and certainly pushed the limits when it came to testing and challenging the borders. But this was different. It wasn't like they had been asked to go on this little stunt, this time the apprentices were acting independently. "Let's make Ruststar proud! Let's show Skyclan what we're really made of." The ideas were more haunting now than they were encouraging. How had Timberpaw let himself to talked into such a charade?
Green eyes were round and huge as the lanky tabby slinked into Skyclan's homeland. He took up the rear of the group, whiskers quivering and tail fluffed up in distress. His gaze wandered, constantly peering into the forested land with one part wonder three parts terror. Timberpaw didn't say anything, but the look of sheer deer in the headlights was enough to betray his anxiousness. The mossy earthen floor felt foreign under his paws and the towering trees loomed over them like suffocating, restricting paws bearing down. He swallowed the uneasy lump in his throat, daring not to flinch with each shudder the leaves made.
"Come on!"
Timberpaw just about leapt out of his skin when Sharkpaw's voice piped up into the thick of the silence. His head swung forward to look at her, though his ears twitched and swivelled at every foreign sound. "This is so much better than cleaning out dens." His den mate remarked confidently. Admittedly, this little adventure was thrilling - Timberpaw had yet to decide if it was a good or bad thrill yet. He couldn't help but wonder how their leader would react to this. Technically this was breaking the rules, but Ruststar certainly wasn't fond of Skyclan. "I-If we can still find our dens after this." The apprentice meowed nervously as he stole a glance back in the direction they'd come. "Just don't get us lost, Sharkpaw. All these trees are horrible, I don't like it here."
The she-cat turned on them now - the self-declared leader of the day. "If we bring back lots of prey, I bet Ruststar won't even get mad that we left camp." Timberpaw forced himself to nod in agreement, trying desperately to let her confident words sooth and encourage is spirit. "Let's see who can gather prey the fastest!" Timberpaw piped up, though his voice lacked the enthusiasm and confidence he so desired. In all honesty, the tom just wanted to get in and out as quick as possible.
"We probably, um, don't need to go in much further." Oh thank Starclan. If they were lucky, Skyclan wouldn't stand a chance. The apprentices would make like the wind and be back safe in their nests in no time. Right? ╚══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝
your grace is wasted in your face, your boldness stands alone among the wreck. |
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