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Blackice walked in the nursery, looking around. "Featherheart?" He called. The tom walked over to her nest, the sent was stale. He sighed, She's probably with Surgestorm.. He thought. He began to clean out the moss, most of it was cold and wet. How could she sleep in this? He thought.
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@AshtonTheRavenclaw MumbleNose trotted into the Training Moor, his long legs supporting his wide strides. He had just recently become aware that he was mentoring a young molly. All he knew about her was that her name is HeatherPaw. He figured she'd join him for training, as most mentors and apprentices do daily. However, he was struggling to focus on their training session after what he'd just experienced. He witnessed his own son murder several of his clanmates in cold blood. SingeNight didn't even deserve the title of `Leader` and `MumbleNose's son`. Perhaps he had been wrong to neglect his son all those moons ago. He felt it was his own fault SingeNight became so evil. Maybe he should've realized it wasn't Singe's fault Bliss left. MumbleNose also recently discovered that he was a grandfather as well. He had no clue. He did have urges to visit SorrelSkip in the Nursery, but he figured SingeNight wouldn't approve. He wondered about his grand-kits all the time, and if they'd grow up to be better than their father. He did hope SingeNight would be there for his kits, at least, unlike himself. He did regret his past, but he didn't wish to step into Singe's life now. He came to a halt in the center of the Training Moor, his stumpy tail lying limply beside him. He sat with an impressive posture, his spine straightened and his head raised. He was a massive tomcat, a dangerous opponent to most. He often towered over his clanmates, but he never felt that they were intimidated by him. |
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Heatherpaw walked toward the training moor, her paws silent. She had just found out that she was given a new mentor, and she was excited. All she knew was that he was a massive tom named Mumblenose. She wondered if he was a supporter of Singenight, like she was. The brown tabby didn't know what to expect when she saw Mumblenose. She walked quietly into the training moor, and she spotted Mumblenose sitting in the middle. She padded up to him, curiosity dancing in her blue eyes. "Mumblenose?" She asked, making sure that the large tom sitting in front of her was actually her mentor. |
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MumbleNose watched a young she-cat approach him, her curiosity and excitement rather obvious. He would've released a mrrow of amusement at her display of emotions, but he held it back. It was HeatherPaw's first meeting of him, and he wasn't looking to embarrass her. He wished to make an acceptable first impression, and laughing at her didn't seem to be a good start. ``Mm, that's me,`` He advised, his eyes shimmering with joy. His first apprentice! How exciting! It would be rather hypocritical of him to laugh at her when he himself could also be laughed at for the same reason. ``You must be HeatherPaw,`` He determined, taking to moment to study her. She was a brown-gray tabby, her belly and chest the most noticeable white on her pelt. She owned striking blue eyes, and even the most stubborn of cats would admit them to be charming. He found it funny that his chin was nearly pressed against his chest when he looked down on her. He never really acknowledged his own height, but he did know that when compared to others, his height was ridiculous. ``Let's not waste the day away, chit-chatting, hm?`` He sent her a bright smile. ``I think we will start today with, well, you showing me what you know. Perhaps we shall start with running?`` MumbleNose rose to his paws, his stumpy tail dangling behind him limply. ``All you need to do is run around the Training Moor as if it's a track. Go around until you need to catch your breath, or until I tell you to stop.`` MumbleNose had an easy time adjusting to this mentor thing. ``Ready? Go!`` |
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MumbleNose spun in circles in order to properly observe HeatherPaw race around the Training Moor. His gaze followed the clumps of earth she threw up behind herself, and he spotted the dark dirt that got stuck in her thick fur. After she went around a few times, he decided he's seen enough. ``Great job, HeatherPaw! You can stop now,`` He called out, a proud gleam in his dull green eyes. His apprentice would make an amazing warrior, and with his help, she'd be even better. ``I'm proud of your speed, and I see you can run non-stop without the need to stop for a breath. Those are respectable traits in a WindClan warrior. However, I can make you faster, and your steps lighter. See, if you lower yourself close to the ground - to the point where your belly fur brushes against the ground - then you'll pick up speed. Flatten your ears back in order to fight the wind from getting inside your ears. Stretch your forepaws out further, and made sure that when you press off the ground with your hind paws, they're strong as if you're jumping. Use your paw pads, too, instead of your claws, in order to avoid leaving a track. Your pads are soft, and make no sound. Oh, and narrow your eyes against the wind. The winds get awfully strong out here. If you want to be a WindClan cat, you must be both strong and swift. Your strength makes you swift when it comes to your strides. Here, watch me go around once, and then we'll run together - side by side.`` He didn't await a response before bounding to the border of the Training Moor. With a brief intake of breath, MumbleNose kicked off the ground with his powerful hind legs, his paw pads pressing against the surface. He started his run with a leap, but the second he hit the ground, he lowered his torso close to the grass, until he felt the stalks tickling his belly. This gave his forearms the ability to reach further than they'd be able to if he were standing. He barely made a sound as he circled the track, the only noises available behind the faint rustle of the grasses. His ears were flattened against his head, and his eyes were narrowed into slits. He released even breaths. He came to a sudden halt by HeatherPaw, his breath even as if he hadn't even been running. ``If you want to keep your breath while running, and after, be sure to focus on your breathing. You must breathe evenly as if you were simply standing there. Don't tense your muscles, because that takes away the energy you can use to breathe. Alright. Any questions before we go for a run around the Training Moor?`` |
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MumbleNose admired HeatherPaw's persistence and confidence in perfecting her running. He followed her to the so-called `starting line`. He saw this piece of training as a race, and he was itching to start. He would give this race his all, though, and certainly would not go easy on the she-cat beside him. After the race, he'd order her to go 'round once more simply to better observe her movements. Then they'd move onto something else. A bit of hunting, perhaps. Then if HeatherPaw was still up for it, they'd end the training session with the practice of a single fighting technique. ``Go!`` He shouted, kicking off the earth with his strong hind legs. His paw pads pressed against the surface as he did so, careful not to dig his toes into the ground. Once more, he began his run with a leap, but he lowered himself to the ground the second he felt a solid surface beneath him. He used his paw pads for traction. His ears were folded back, and his eyes were narrowed against the rushing winds that came with the speed. His paws reached out before him, launching him forward every time they hit the ground. His thick stump of a tail whisked behind him. He felt the tips of the grass stalks tickling his belly. He didn't cast a look over his shoulder to study HeatherPaw, knowing it would only slow him down. He could study her position later. The purpose of this race was to study her speed. The purpose of watching her after was to study her position. |
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MumbleNose could hear HeatherPaw's labored breathing behind him, and he decided to slow. He slowed to a trot, his torso rising away from the surface. He then stopped completely, spinning on his heel to face his apprentice. ``Okay, that's enough,`` He meowed, a slight smile on his face. He knew HeatherPaw could be a fantastic runner, and it did take longer than a day to get there. They'd practice running - every time at the beginning of training. ``Hmm, your speed is acceptable, but your breathing could use some work. Now, I want you to run the track once more, and then we'll try hunting.`` |
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(Sorry, I gtg. I'll continue when I get back)
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Small and fragile, yet lively; the second youngest wasn't the smallest, though not the biggest either. The small newborn tomkit squealed as his mothers tongue gasped over his small form. The younger kit-perhaps the youngest in the nursery now- flailed his paws wildly in the air, his paws hitting his siblings softly. The small kit was one of he three of the litter that looked much like his father; a small Savannah with longer legs. His tan pelt was dappled with black spots that dotted all of his small form. Before so doing up closer to his mother in the warmth of her fur, he gave out one last pitiful new. The young kit found himself in a peaceful sleep, blind and senseless to the world. |
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Singenight allowed himself to be pulled off the dead cat. He moved quickly though, his youth and strength clearly shown against the older cat. He kicked out behind him, letting his foot knock the wind out of him. He whirled around, clawing at Rainsplash's face. He then took several steps backwards, licking the blood off his lips, and ran forwards, taking a dive under the old cat. He twisted skillfully, and raked his claws through the cats belly, blood pouring from the open wound. As he stood up in the other side, blood, a mix of both his own and the two elders, staining his normally tan and black spotted fur. He looked like a mess at the moment, like he should be dead due to the amount of blood on his pelt. Although he had come out victorious, he felt felt exhausted and tired, only wanting to go rest with his mate. |
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@Derpple and Ashie @fenic! @Hexict @Cloudy
The small Black and Tan kit, wiggled in a shift to get more comfortable and warm. The cold air that still seeped in through the cracks lapped at her nearly bare skin. Her skin was colored though, and indication of her future pelt color. She looked nearly the exact opposite of her father. A black main coat, with tan highlights, stripes and splotches. Her ears and eyes remained closed, sealing out some of the leaf bare wind, thankfully. She squirmed again, this time her front paws hitting something warm and solid. She stretched out her other tiny paw and began kneading, not aware that it was the brindled sibling kit beside her. (Btw, that would be Brindlekit she's currently kneading) |
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Singenight paid no attention to the two lovers that lay dieing together. He honestly didn't care about them. He released a heavy sigh and called out to the horrified, watchful Clan. "Clan dismissed. I need a group of cats to bury the bodies." He called out, his voice ringing over the gathered Clan. The large Savannah stalked away and disappeared into his den, hoping for a rest. {Timeskip} Singenight, refreshed and cleaned form the executions that occurred earlier padded out of his den feeling lovely again. He quietly noted the stench of blood that lingered Ipoh the ground, or maybe his tan fur. He shrugged the thought away and mounted the Breezerock again. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Breezerock for a Clan meeting!" He called, his voice surging out with a replenished power. As he stood tall waiting for the cats to assemble he let his half tail wave absent mindedly behind him. Once a considerable amount of cats had gathered, he began. "Cats of Windclan! Since Dapplestar was overcome by her grief from Starlingstep's disappearance, she neglected to do ceremonies for our young cats." He paused taking a breath. He definitely felt better standing here now, than earlier when chaos had broke out. "To start, I call Ebonykit. Come forth please." He said as his pale yellow orbs searched the crowd for the kit. |
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Singenight tried to offer his friendliest smile to the soon-to-be-apprentice. "No young lad, you are to become an apprentice." He said quietly. Then purposefully ignoring the Starclan sayings, he continued. "Ebonykit, you have reached the age of six moons. Therefore, you are old enough to become an apprentice. Do you promise to train as hard as you can, to put all your effort into serving your Clan?" He asked, projecting his voice again to be heard. |
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Little Song perks her ears, foreign to the leader's call. She stands tall, trying not to be unnoticed in the large clan of cats. She holds her head high, wrapping her tail around her paws as she sits on the ground. I'm brave. I'm braver than all of these cats!
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Singenight nodded at the response. Now for him to continue. He quite honestly enjoyed this part of being leader, something he didn't expect from himself. "Then, Ebonykit, until you receive your warrior name at a later time, I now name you Ebonypaw." He said his voice loud and clear. "Your mentor will be, none other than me. I will take you under my law and guide you in the ways of being a strong and loyal warrior to your clan." He said flashing a sly smile to the apprentice. He bent down and rested his chin on the smaller cats head, and whispered. "Go and sit with Gorsefeather for now." He said. Then standing back straight again he moved on. "Since I became leader, several rogues and loners have joined, willing to be loyal Clanmates to Windclan. Some of them will prove their loyalty through their skills they show, others will take the course of apprenticeship." He said, eyes landing briefly on some of the new cats. His yellow orbs landed on Ichigo's. "Ichigo, come forth please." He said with a powerful tone. |
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Singenight nodded approvingly. "Then Ichigo, since your name represents your past life, with no clan, it must be discarded. Until the day you die, you shall be known as Frostwing. The Clan will welcome you as a warrior in their ranks." Said dipping his head to the new warrior and member of the Clan. Then as he waited for Frostwing to leave, his gaze landed on yet another loner wishing to join. "Song, come forth." He said his voice rather flat. "Here we now have a young cat who is willing to learn our ways and uphold the code. Song, do you promise to uphold the code, train as hard as you can and remain loyal to us all?" He asked eyeing the cat with a seriousness. |
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Song swallows hard, then dips her head, she quickly rises to her paws, padding up to the large stone just as the others have done. Brave...brave... Song nods, "I do." Her voice was very song-like and soft-spoken.
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Her light green eyes glimmer with pride, "Th-thank you so much!" She rushes off to her new mentor, moving to touch noses. Her silvery pelt glimmered in the sunlight and tail waved happily behind her.
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Singenight watched as the new apprentice went back to meet her leader. With another flick of his half tail he continued, slightly relieved that it was almost over with. "Now, we have another cat that wishes to join our ranks. Timber, come forth." He said jest urging to the cat. "Timber, you also wish to join as a Windclan warrior. Therefore, you will have to prove your loyalty to us. Do you swear to uphold the Warrior Code and work to serve the clan?"
{I do.} "Then, until the day you die, you shall be known as Timbergrowl. May you serve your Clan faithfully." He said dipping his head to the new warrior. Then as he moved in he glanced at the kits. "We now have a few more kits who are in need of their apprentice ceremony as well. Dovekit, Greenkit, Sootkit, and Bramblekit, come forwards please.' He said gently to the kits, remembering Ebonyoaw's reaction to the summoning. "I understand that all of you are ready to become apprentices. Now, do all of you promise to train hard in order to become a full warrior of Windclan?" {I do.} "Then, by the power bestowed into me, I now name you Dovepaw, Greenpaw, Sootpaw, and Bramblepaw. You all with hopefully train in the way of the code. Dovepaw, your mentor is Dovecloud. Greenpaw, your mentor will be Hareleap. Sootpaw, your mentor is Flashbriar, and finally, Bramblepaw, your mentor will be Gorseleap." He said dipping his head to all and sending them in their way. "That should conclude all of our ceremonies for now. Clan dismissed!" He called, leaping down off the Rock and padding back to meet Sorrelskip. |
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Every once in a while, Galaxy would see a cat in the distance but they always ran so fast that they would be gone in seconds. He trekked across the unfamiliar territory with heavy legs and sighed as he realized he would probably never see his parents or sister again. Galaxy wished he at least had a friend to be with since wandering around on his own was lonely. Finally slumping to the ground from exhaustion, the kit heard his stomach rumble. He couldn't remember the last time he ate and he was no good at hunting yet. He sighed again and wrapped his long silver and black tail around himself.
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Frostwing padded into the camp. He looked at his new clan "Better then being a loner."
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