;; did i get lost? [cinderfoot/bast]

[ravenpaw]

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[atrb=background,http://i890.photobucket.com/albums/ac107/NeonZebraz1212/-%20TABLES/background1A.png] the apprentice had been sent out on his own today, though it wasn't first time his mentor had given him such an assignment. ravenpaw, around 13 moons now, knew he was soon to be a warrior, so such tasks were normal for him now. hunting by himself was able to assess how he did as an individual cat rather than being in a group where help is easy to get whether you mean it or not. either way. the young tom thought, a smile upon his face as he tread across the land. i got this one in the bag. in a way, the tom was right. he was an excellent hunter, fast, even when it came to windclan standards. ravenpaw had been making he was across the mostly open land, heading north towards the new border that windclan shared with thunderclan. due to skyclan coming back to join the four, now five, clans, both thunderclan and and shadowclan had give up some on their territory, causing windclan and riverclan to give up some their territory to them in turn. because of this, windclan had given thunderclan some of the rolling hills of their territory. the apprentice lifted his nose in the air, being sure that he would stay in his territory and not cross into the clan that was not windclan's anymore. despite his hunting skills, today wasn't the best for hunting, mostly due to the season. his paw tread through the snow covered ground, his pelt collecting a few snowflakes as he walked on. both his nose and ears were alert for any signs of life, mainly that of rabbit. due to the cold conditions, most prey, rabbits included, burrowed underground for warmth and shelter, making it even harder to hunt them in these cold winter moons. the tom had been walking for a quite a while now, knowing that he was close to the border and becoming a bit wary of it as he began to back track a bit, walking along the border for a bit before beginning to walk back. he had gone about twenty of so before tail-lengths before something caught the corner of his eyes and the strong scent of prey came into his nose. ravenpaw as the vague outline of a rabbit against the moor, it's white pelt blending well into the snow covered ground, compared to his clearly visible black pelt. the male stopped, freezing, knowing that the rabbit wouldn't really be able to detect him unless he moved for he was both behind the creature as well as down wind of it. the apprentice prepared himself, the muscles tensing in his legs as he prepared to jump and speed after the rabbit. his muscles and legs responded quickly to him as he jumped after the prey, the creature beginning to flee just a second after, giving ravenpaw just that second to make the distance between the them shorter. the good thing about the snow was that it slowed prey down, the downfall: it also slowed ravenpaw down. the male increased his speed, pumping his muscles as hard and fast as he could, following his prey intently and barely noticing that he was heading into the rolling hills of thunderclan's new territory. there was barley a tail length between the two creature before ravenpaw made his last bound, stretching out his legs to their full length and unsheathing his claw as he landed on his prey. his claws sunk into the rabbit flesh, trapping the creature as both him and it came to a stop. ravenpaw made a quick and clean bit into the prey's throat, ending it's life so it wouldn't have to suffer and pain. "thank starclan for this meal." he spoke out loud his thanks to his ancestors. [/style]

[atrb=background,http://i890.photobucket.com/albums/ac107/NeonZebraz1212/-%20TABLES/background1B-1-2.jpg] tagged: cinderfoot/bast ;; words: 629 ;; song: skrillex - weekends!! ;; notes: eh, sorry about the bad post, i haven't rp'd warriors in a while.

[cinderfoot]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/1z64cbt.jpg] IT was a blustery, cold day but at least there was no new snow. Warriors had spread out from ThunderClan's camp at dawn, spying the clear skies and leaping at the opportunity to do some more aggressive hunting in order to keep the fresh-kill pile well stocked. It was a tough job indeed considering leaf-bare had brought heavy snows and furious winds this time around. Overall however, at least one tom in ThunderClan wasn't too bothered by the whole winter business. Prowling through the hills, Cinderfoot stood out with his ashy grey fur but overall did fair enough keeping himself quiet and downwind of potential prey. He was a solidly built tom, like most ThunderClan cats. Heavy muscle crisscrossed his shoulders and haunches under the seasonally thick fur that was the color of ash. Light green eyes peered out of the world, usually lit with good humor and kindness but today sharpened in concentration. Hunting had never been one of Cinderfoot's favorite things. He was a bit off on his timing when he pounced, just enough that half the time his prey slid right out of his paws, easily evading his claws. CINDERFOOT was a tom made to fight. His strong, sturdy body made him able to take a hit full on and still keep his feet. As an apprentice it had been a big focus of his mentor's to train him to be well balanced and sturdy like a boulder so it was hard for him to be knocked down. It had been an easy task since Cinderfoot tended to have fantastic balance and could read his enemies well enough to brace himself in time for their headlong strikes. Overall though, such qualities didn't really help his hunting skills. His brother, Barkstripe, was much more adept at hunting. Cinderfoot was more for sparring and patrolling where he didn't necessarily have to time when a flighty robin or fleet rabbit was going to spring away from him. In his mind, cats were just much more predictable. STILL, the clan needed fed so the gray tom had roused himself from his warm nest to join in the venture. Since he'd prowled around most other parts of the territory, he made his way into the hills where the snowbanks were deep and the ground steep underfoot. Not a lot of cats could be out in the snow as long as Cinderfoot but he had a bit of an advantage. Thanks to a fire as an apprentice, his paws had been burned which now left the formerly gray pads molted and marbled with pink scar tissue. It lowered the sensitivity of his feet so his pads didn't register the cold as well. The skin under his fur registered it so he did still feel cold but having cold feet didn't bother him the way it did his sister Sparrowfeather. So, on he prowled, creeping around trees for signs of squirrels and keeping his eyes keen for the sight of a rabbit. No such luck. Huffing out a sigh, the gray tom took a running leap toward a supple maple that was bare of its leaves. His claws sank into the bark and using the strong muscles in his shoulders and haunches, the young warrior hefted himself up onto a branch to take a look around. He didn't really know why he climbed the tree, not really. Still, up he went. The air was cold up here but it didn't bother him much. Surveying the snowy ground with his mossy green eyes, the tom balanced himself on the branch as it swayed on in the winter breeze. JUST as he was about to abandon the perch, movement caught his eye. A rabbit came streaking through the barren brush, a black feline hot on its heels. Crouching low on the branch, although Cinderfoot knew for a fact no one ever thought to look up, he watched. It obviously wasn't a ThunderClan apprentice, they were coming from WindClan, but he couldn't begrudge the apprentice for giving chase. Who wouldn't? Most warriors would admit that at sometime in their life, even after getting their warrior name, they had crossed a border in the heat of a hunt, too focused on their prey to see anything else. Sometimes you caught yourself and stopped but other times it was just too important to catch that prey. So, Cinderfoot just watched as the young cat sprinted after it's prey, springing forward and catching it just under the tree where Cinderfoot was perched. Twitching his tail as he watched, he purred in amusement, though he doubted the sound made it down to the young tom below. "A fine catch," Cinderfoot meowed, calling down to the other cat. FROM his branch, Cinderfoot leaped down. It was a bit of a drop but he landed on all fours, his body dropping low to absorb the impact with the frozen ground and snow. Still, the impact rattled in his bones, vibrating up from his paws to shake his limbs, or at least that's what it felt like. He didn't show it though, as he straightened up to regard the other cat. It was a black tom with bright amber eyes, skinny and light the way most WindClan cats were. Cinderfoot easily outweighed the other tom and stood taller than him though that could have been due to the other cat's youth, Cinderfoot wasn't sure. "WINDCLAN runs as fast as ever." It was meant as a compliment and Cinderfoot hoped the younger tom took it as such. SOME of his clanmates might have leaped at the black tom and stolen the rabbit at his feet but Cinderfoot simply reclined on his haunches. His gray tail came to curl neatly around his paws as he regarded the darker tom through curious green eyes. It wasn't his style to take prey that he didn't catch with his own claws and fangs, though cats like his brother and a few warriors he'd trained with would disagree. They would go on about technecalities like how the rabbit had crossed the border before it was killed meaning it was technically a ThunderClan rabbit. Even when he'd been young and his mentor explained those fine politics to him, Cinderfoot had never understood it. He also never understood why no one liked to admit that they'd crossed borders at least once. Cinderfoot could clearly remember when he'd been chased across into ShadowClan territory back before SkyClan had come between them. He'd had a fox hot on his tail, hungry for a good meal. It had been the scariest experience of his life aside from the fire that killed Featherpaw and scarred his feet. He ha literally run headlong into a ShadowClan patrol, bounced off one of the warriors and nearly had his ears clawed off for his trouble before they realized a fox was after him. He'd been sent back with a stern warning and his mentor had nearly flayed his fur for not being more careful, both in keeping an eye open for foxes and for crossing the border. Tagged:: Ravenpaw Words:: 1162 Song:: "Another Day in Paradise" by Phil Collins Notes:: :3 [/style]

[ravenpaw]

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[atrb=background,http://i890.photobucket.com/albums/ac107/NeonZebraz1212/-%20TABLES/background1A.png] ravenpaw had just spoken his thanks to starclan, raising his head, standing for a moment before strong scent hit his nose. thunderclan. he thought, a neutral tone in his mind as a small hiss escaped his mouth. how could he have been so stupid to have enter the other clan's territory without taking notice to it? sure he was in hot chase of his prey, something that his clan needed desperately in these cold leaf-bare moons, but he should have notice the scent at the slightest, right? either way, the male gave a quick shake to his head, clearing his thoughts for a moment, looking around him, back and forth, for any thunderclan cats. he hoped none were around. it would not only be embarrassing, but it could possibly mean the lose of his prey to the forest cats. ravenpaw himself knew the rules. even thought ravenpaw had tracked the rabbit in windclan territory and had been the one to kill it, the prey had been killed in thunderclan territory, so it was thunderclan's. he knew how cats of some clans were and they wouldn't even think about it before they took his prey and called him a trespasser and they he would get in a load of trouble by his mentor. i would hate to have to spend the rest of my apprenticeship cleaning out the elder den. he thought, a look of distress coming upon his face. or even have my warrior ceremony postponed. the apprentice had just picked up his rabbit when the voice of another cat came to his ears, instantly causing them to go straight back against his head. how could i have been so stupid! he thought for the second time that day. ravenpaw took a few steps back from the tree at which he had killed his prey underneath, the rabbit gripped tightly in his jaw as his eyes wander to the top of tree in which the voice had come from. the cat, male, was obvious thunderclan. great. ravenpaw thought, now i'm really going to get it. he placed his kill down, warily standing in front of it, hoping the male wouldn't be one to take it, and some how thinking that because the rabbit was behind him, the thunderclan warrior would forget about it. ravenpaw gave a sharp nod to the other cat's first words, unsure of the tone in the voice and whether it was a complement of something else, either way, the tom wouldn't even have the word to speak if he wished to do so. the apprentice watched the warrior dropped to the ground, land at the bottom of the tree and a few tail-lengths from ravenpaw. it was clear that male was larger than him, but ravenpaw would have known this before even seeing his true size. most other cats, full-grown warriors that is, were larger than windclan cat. the cats of the other clans weren't built as windclan cat were, light and slim, with the perfect ratio of muscle in their legs compared to body weight. the male had land with what seemed as great grace, just as much as any other thunderclan cat. before skyclan had moved in, a small stretch of forest had been apart of windclan territory, near forcing the cats of clan to learn how to hunt as the thunderclan cats had. ravenpaw had been a young apprentice during the time before skyclan had come, remember having to try and learn how to climb trees, hardly having much grace as even the most vertically challenged thunderclan cat. either way, it was a bit better that windclan didn't have that territory anymore, for he couldn't imagine trying to continue learning how to climb trees and hunt in the forest. he was meant for the open moor. ravenpaw's mind wandered back to what was happening in front of him, back to the thunderclan warrior which now stood on the ground with him well at least he hadn't attacked me, yet. the apprentice thought. the other cat was clearly taller than the younger male and easily out weighed him. his pelt was a dark gray, a few shades more and it would have been as dark ravenpaw's. can't have much hunting either. the tom thought sourly, there's no way he won't steal my prey. the windclan cat was bit taken aback by the other cat's complement. or at least it sounded like a complement. ravenpaw thought a bit wary, hoping the other male wasn't leading him into a false sense so security, causing his ear to go back a bit in discomfort. either way, he replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "and i see thunderclan is still climbing tree." he said, point out something of the obvious as the other had done, though the other male had said it more in the form of a complement compared to ravenpaw's comment. for a moment, the young cat felt a bit more comfortable, not as in edge, but the a quickly disappeared. he was in another clan's territory, looking as if he had trespassed, and he had been caught, how could he be so comfortable? the apprentice quickly dropped the joking and friendly air to him, his head bowed to the warrior. "i didn't mean to cross into thunderclan territory." he spoke quickly. "i was chasing after a rabbit and it cross the border." ravenpaw paused for a moment, not liking to have mentioned the rabbit for he was sure that the other cat would take it now. "i'm not trespassing." he finished, getting across his point. [/style]

[atrb=background,http://i890.photobucket.com/albums/ac107/NeonZebraz1212/-%20TABLES/background1B-1-2.jpg] tagged: cinderfoot/bast ;; words: 960 ;; song: the book of mormon - hello ;; notes: :D you make a monster of posts, i can only hope to try and keep up with you XD

[cinderfoot]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/1z64cbt.jpg] 'AND I see ThunderClan is still climbing trees.' THE young tom's snarky attitude amused Cinderfoot, which was probably a good thing. Another warrior would have sent the younger tom flying for such a comment since it sounded more like an insult than anything. It was a wonder, really, the things Cinderfoot could tolerate without getting his tail in a twist. They just didn't bother him. He could see that the darker tom was just shooting back at him in the best way he knew how in this situation, defensively. Although Cinderfoot normally warned against verbal sparring with a potential enemy, he let it slide and just chuckled in amusement. Twitching his ears as the younger tom spoke again, claiming his innocence and that he didn't mean to cross the border, the gray tom shook his head. A rumbling purr built up in his chest, amusement in his posture as his shoulders shook with his laughter. "NOBODY means to cross a border, or almost nobody," Cinderfoot assured the younger cat, peering at him with amused green eyes. "The rabbit is yours. WindClan is just as hungry as ThunderClan but neither is near starving, thank StarClan. Take it to your clan and fill the belly of an elder." MULTIPLE times in his life, various cats had insisted he would make a great mentor. Good humor, an easy going nature and a good head of common sense were the most commented sources of these beliefs. Sparrowfeather, Grayfur and Barkstripe told him all the time and with each passing apprentice ceremony, griped on his behalf that he never got one. Frankly the whole business amused Cinderfoot. He loved young cats. They were full of curiosity, energy and a thirst to know everything there was to know. StarClan couldn't have created anything more beautiful in his humble opinion. Still, he had never held it against his leaders for not giving him an apprentice. He would be given one when the right one was ready. It was disheartening sometimes but he kept himself busy with other cats, often the apprentices like this one that were older and their mentors gave them freer reign. Around this tom's age, he guessed over a year old, mentors tended to loosen up and provide more freedom to their charges. It was almost like you became the proctor of your own training. Those were the ones Cinderfoot tended to snag for hunting patrols, sparring practice and patrols, trying to find more unusual things to show them so that they would be fully prepared for life as a warrior. "ROLL in the snow once you cross the border," Cinderfoot advised, calmly. bringing one of his paws up and licking it a few times before dragging it over one dark gray ear several times. "Your mentor probably won't like it if you smell like ThunderClan. I'll cover your tracks and scent. Just tell your mentor you fell in a stream or crashed into a snowbank or something. Ice is thick, it's easy to slip." IF his calm demeanor up to this point hadn't already marked him as odd, this would. Warriors fought over prey during leaf-bare. That was just the way it was, plain and simple, predictable. If a cat came across a border, warriors fought. Apprentice or warrior, deputy or leader, it didn't matter. It was supposed to be that no matter what, if someone crossed a border, it came to claws and fangs until the trespasser retreated to where they belonged. Cinderfoot wasn't interested. This tom was young and hot headed, just trying to provide for his clan. It's true, ThunderClan needed more prey but there was prey. Cinderfoot would find prey to replace the rabbit he could have stolen even if it took him until well past dusk to do so, which it might knowing his track record. Oh well. The cold didn't hurt his paws like it did some and so long as he didn't get too wet from the snow, he wouldn't be too badly off. STANDING up he padded toward the black tom and paused. Raising one of his paws, he gestured for the darker tom to get up and take the lead back the way he'd come. A small friendly smile was on his maw. "After you. Try to walk in your own pawsteps, it'll make it easier for me to sweep your trail." Cinderfoot put his paw down, subconsciously hoping the dark apprentice hadn't noticed his discolored paws. It tended to make people ask questions and he hated answering them. So he just waited for the apprentice to either move or make some snarky remark. If he refused to go peacefully, Cinderfoot would actually attack but he hoped it wouldn't come to that. THIS apprentice didn't look like a fool. Most WindClan cats weren't, as far as Cinderfoot's experience told him from past Gatherings. He might be smaller and lighter so he could avoid but Cinderfoot had the home turf advantage. Add that to the amount of energy it would take to constantly evade and it was obvious sooner or later Cinderfoot would catch him, or herd him toward a patrol and get him even more trouble if he tried to run. So, they could do this the easy way with civility or the hard way where everybody wasted their time and the tom lost his prey anyway and earned nothing. Tagged:: Ravenpaw Words:: 896 Song:: NA Notes:: short >.< buh [/style]