ThunderClan Territory

[Teza]

Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness

Bump for @Liquoris

(I'm so sorry xD)

Sunpaw fluffed as well, not one to be challenged without a challenge back, whether it was a challenge or not. "Interesting... Do you know anything about your past?" she asked, honestly curious. Why could she not shake the curiosity from her strange mind? She wasn't supposed to question a stranger like this, she was supposed to attack and/or scare off. What was she thinking? 'I'm not thinking at all,' she thought with a light, almost inaudible purr. Her orange-and-white pelt flattened against the breeze as Stride's scent hit her nose once again. It wasn't a particularly bad scent, and honestly, it slightly smelled familiar. But how could it be? She had never met this tom before today, how could his scent be somewhat familiar? She decided to wait for him to answer her first question before asking yet another.

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Liquoris

(I'm so sorry xD)

Sunpaw fluffed as well, not one to be challenged without a challenge back, whether it was a challenge or not. "Interesting... Do you know anything about your past?" she asked, honestly curious. Why could she not shake the curiosity from her strange mind? She wasn't supposed to question a stranger like this, she was supposed to attack and/or scare off. What was she thinking? 'I'm not thinking at all,' she thought with a light, almost inaudible purr. Her orange-and-white pelt flattened against the breeze as Stride's scent hit her nose once again. It wasn't a particularly bad scent, and honestly, it slightly smelled familiar. But how could it be? She had never met this tom before today, how could his scent be somewhat familiar? She decided to wait for him to answer her first question before asking yet another.

(It's perfectly fine!)

Stride said nothing at first, as he was trying to remember something so that he wouldn't have to sy that he didn't, but when he couldn't remember hardly a hint of a memory from his past, he raised his he'd slightly. “Nope!” the reddish furred tom replied cheerily, shaking his head as he spoke. He wished he knew something, and her scent, was it just his mind wishing it were true, or did it actually almost smell familiar? He knew that it must be his mind playing tricks on him, as clearly, she didn't know him, and if he'd met her before, he was sure that he would've remembered that. Stride knew nothing before living with an elderly loner who had claimed to have found him in the forest one night, but before that, he knew nothing at all. Why, Stride would probably never know, as he'd pretty much given up on remembering anything from his past.

[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by MaskedBandits

After a moment of thinking, Burstpaw shook his head. What Flamingarrow had said made sense, and could see why it did. So battle isn't as organized as I thought. It's more of a free-handed fight where everything happens so fast you barely have time to react. The image of a fight to him had been something much more organized, with each warrior fighting one other warrior based on skill and size. This... this was more of a fight to the death kind of thing, where anyone could fight anyone. That makes some sense... "Ok," He replied, looking back up at his mentor. "What now?"

Burstpaw wasn't sure what he needed to work on other then creating new moves. There's got to be more offensive moves, right? His defence was always improving, of course, but he also wanted to true taste of offence - such as the harder, more advanced attacks. "Could we maybe work on my offence a bit?" He asked, trying to looking Flamingarrow in the eye. "Cause I know my defence is pretty good, but aren't there more offensive attacks too? Like, maybe harder ones?" The tom wasn't sure if his mentor thought he was ready, but it was worth a shot. I can at least try my paw at it, if nothing else.

Flamingarrow opened his mouth to say something in reply, or more of a suggestion as of what to do. He stopped though as the apprentice continued. "Yes, I must agree, your defense is doing extremely well. What I was going to say was that maybe we could battle train a bit more and then hunt a little in the way back? That way we get some practice on everything today." He said thinking over the plan in his head. It seemed decent enough to him, as long as Burstpaw agreed, he didn't want to push too hard, but hard enough to bring out the best. "Harder moves? Oh yes, plenty of hard ones. There's aerial tricks, complex sequences to execute, not to mention the countless combinations that one can make up." He said, rambling in like he sometimes did when he became distracted in his own thoughts. "But yes, what should we start with...." He thought for a moment, his tail flicking behind him. He didn't want to do easy, besides, Burstpaw was getting older, each day growing closer and closer to his warrior ceremony, and he had specifically asked for hard. If he thought he was ready for it, then the orange tabby would trust him. "Alright, since you asked for hard, we'll try it. Let's start with the aerial stuff. Flying leaps, round kicks, all kinds of neat stuff to do." He said. "Here watch." He said. The orange warrior leaped into the air flipping head over paws. He thrust out after completing the rotation, a blow that would have made most of the strongest warriors crumple. He landed with a soft thud, his feet positioned so that his body absorbed the impact shock quite well. Next he swiveled around like lightening and leaped up again, this time twisting, so that his outstretched paws swirled around him expertly, warding off any enemy that might be close by. He landed again, this time stumbling forwards in a not as smooth landing. He turned back to the apprentice and smiled. "Hard enough?" He challenged. "And I'll tell ya', I'd that ain't hard for you, I don't know what will be." He said with a bright smile.

[Tundra]

Flameleaf glanced behind her. "Er... Yes in coming," she meowed. "Go ahead, I'll catch up with you!" Flameleaf sat down and began grooming herself. Maybe I could cath a mouse or two while I catch up with them. Flameleaf thought. Then she stood up and padded into the forest. She parted her jaws, trying to scent prey. She quickly scented a mouse and walked to where the scent was coming from. Soon she spotted the mouse nibbling on a seed. She dropped into a crouch and crept forward. She almost stepped on a twig, but she moved her paw in time to avoid it. The mouse was totally unaware of the danger. She paused a moment then leaped. She killed the mouse with a quick nip to the neck. Flameleaf let out a sigh and picked the mouse up in her jaws.

[lone]

Originally Posted by Liquoris

Almondpelt tilted her head toward her opponent. Were they fighting? It seemed to Almondpelt that there was nothing fueling this feud other than petty jealousy about how good the she-cat looked. "Bushhunter, you're a beautiful cat in your own right," she said simply, and meaning every word. "Why do you insist on blaming me if you think you're not? I'm sorry that I stole your prey, but I didn't even know you were here. Don't blame me if your hunting skills start lacking their luster. I may keep some of my kittypet tendencies, but they are only the ones that don't matter out here. I work hard every day to get my pelt looking this presentable. I'm sorry that I feel I need to work to look my best, but you don't, and you need to start flaunting it, not hiding it in the bushes." It was strange that she was being so honest with such a hostile cat. Why did Bushhunter always seem to bring out both the best and worst of her? It was strange. She shook her head. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to get my prey back to camp before I claw your ears off," she said, picking up her vole and starting to pad away toward camp. 'That could've gone better,' she thought as she walked. Why hadn't she just walked away earlier? Or said some nicer things to Bushhunter? It was because the flea-brain called her a kittypet. Why did that bug her so much? She had been a part of Thunderclan for many moons now, so why did it still bother her?

Bushhunter wasn't quite sure what to think of what Almondpelt had said. What had she meant? Had she seriously just...complimented her? That didn't even make sense. She knew she wasn't a pretty cat, she knew that she had less to be proud of- other then clan-birth and a strong build. That was about it. That wasn't going to get her anywhere. That would get her a few looks, and not admiring ones. "You don't need to keep yourself looking presentable. That's not important out here. What is important is fighting, and hunting to survive. I work hard to hunt and fight, Almondpelt. Very hard. I go out and don't come back until I have prey for the Clan. So when prey is stolen right from under my nose, it's hard on me. And do you know why? You've got so much to rely on, Almondpelt. I only have my strength. Out here, all I'm good for is a hunter or a fighter. I can't rely on my looks, unlike you. I can't rely on some- some tom to get me out of trouble...because I look like I can take care of myself." Bushhunter said in a quiet voice. It was true. Almondpelt always looked like the type of cat who would have toms flocking around her. Bushhunter herself had never cared for toms- she had always had the strangest attraction towards other she cats, instead. She wasn't sure if this was due to her strong trauma involving toms or the fact that she had never had a mother, therefore craving attention and love from a she cat, the kind of love she had never gotten as a kit. Maybe it was neither. Bushhunter couldn't explain it, and she didn't want to. "Go right ahead. I'll be out here, working." She snarled, her tail lashing as she watched Almondpelt go. The moment of her honesty and thankfulness towards the prettier she cat was gone. The familiar twinge of jealousy and strangely enough, regret at watching her go, was back. She had always been jealous of the she cat. Almondpelt could have her pick of anyone. And Bushhunter...well, she didn't have that. She had to take care of herself or risk getting hurt, and she didn't want to do either. She wanted to be a pretty she cat. But getting up in the morning and hunting were the only things that had kept her going all this time. That and the knowledge that ThunderClan would always be there for her. Ever since she was young, Bushhunter had always loved the thought that the Clan took care of each other. The weakest members relying upon the strong, and the strong relying upon each other. She had been ambitious back then, oh yes...but now, she was simply satisfied to be a warrior of ThunderClan, protecting and serving her Clan whenever she could. That was a knowledge that kept her feeling safe and secure, and she supposed it always would.

[Teza]

Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness

(It's perfectly fine!)

Stride said nothing at first, as he was trying to remember something so that he wouldn't have to sy that he didn't, but when he couldn't remember hardly a hint of a memory from his past, he raised his he'd slightly. “Nope!” the reddish furred tom replied cheerily, shaking his head as he spoke. He wished he knew something, and her scent, was it just his mind wishing it were true, or did it actually almost smell familiar? He knew that it must be his mind playing tricks on him, as clearly, she didn't know him, and if he'd met her before, he was sure that he would've remembered that. Stride knew nothing before living with an elderly loner who had claimed to have found him in the forest one night, but before that, he knew nothing at all. Why, Stride would probably never know, as he'd pretty much given up on remembering anything from his past.

Sunpaw stared at him like he was crazy, then thought about it for a moment. It wasn't unheard of for a cat to have total memory loss. Maybe Stride was one of those special cats. "So I guess you wouldn't know why your scent smells so familiar, would you?" she asked with a light chuckle. She pinned her ears in slight annoyance. She was getting nowhere questioning this tom. Why did she continue? Did she think she was going to get anywhere with him? "Well, did your loner friend tell you anything he might know about your past?" she asked, realizing she was inquiring about something personal. She didn't really care though. She could have been hostile, attacking the tom head on and scaring him out of Thunderclan territory.

[Teza]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Bushhunter wasn't quite sure what to think of what Almondpelt had said. What had she meant? Had she seriously just...complimented her? That didn't even make sense. She knew she wasn't a pretty cat, she knew that she had less to be proud of- other then clan-birth and a strong build. That was about it. That wasn't going to get her anywhere. That would get her a few looks, and not admiring ones. "You don't need to keep yourself looking presentable. That's not important out here. What is important is fighting, and hunting to survive. I work hard to hunt and fight, Almondpelt. Very hard. I go out and don't come back until I have prey for the Clan. So when prey is stolen right from under my nose, it's hard on me. And do you know why? You've got so much to rely on, Almondpelt. I only have my strength. Out here, all I'm good for is a hunter or a fighter. I can't rely on my looks, unlike you. I can't rely on some- some tom to get me out of trouble...because I look like I can take care of myself." Bushhunter said in a quiet voice. It was true. Almondpelt always looked like the type of cat who would have toms flocking around her. Bushhunter herself had never cared for toms- she had always had the strangest attraction towards other she cats, instead. She wasn't sure if this was due to her strong trauma involving toms or the fact that she had never had a mother, therefore craving attention and love from a she cat, the kind of love she had never gotten as a kit. Maybe it was neither. Bushhunter couldn't explain it, and she didn't want to. "Go right ahead. I'll be out here, working." She snarled, her tail lashing as she watched Almondpelt go. The moment of her honesty and thankfulness towards the prettier she cat was gone. The familiar twinge of jealousy and strangely enough, regret at watching her go, was back. She had always been jealous of the she cat. Almondpelt could have her pick of anyone. And Bushhunter...well, she didn't have that. She had to take care of herself or risk getting hurt, and she didn't want to do either. She wanted to be a pretty she cat. But getting up in the morning and hunting were the only things that had kept her going all this time. That and the knowledge that ThunderClan would always be there for her. Ever since she was young, Bushhunter had always loved the thought that the Clan took care of each other. The weakest members relying upon the strong, and the strong relying upon each other. She had been ambitious back then, oh yes...but now, she was simply satisfied to be a warrior of ThunderClan, protecting and serving her Clan whenever she could. That was a knowledge that kept her feeling safe and secure, and she supposed it always would.

Almondpelt thought about what Bushhunter had said. When she was alone, she looked at herself, then sighed. Maybe she didn't have to make herself look presentable, but it was something she picked up from being a kittypet for so long. Everything else Bushhunter had said was true as well, yet sad. Almondpelt padded right back to Bushhunter, and set down her vole. "I'm sorry," she said. "I guess there is still a lot to learn even for a warrior... I did not mean to make you upset," she said with her head dipped to the she-cat. She then thought about what she had said again. True, Almondpelt could have her pick of toms from the clan. Some interested her, but mostly the she-cats peaked her interest. She thought about her feelings toward Bushhunter. Maybe she had miscalculated her own emotions toward this she-cat who seemed to think she was ugly. She mentally shook her head, then physically sat up a bit. "You really are beautiful, and if you teach me how to be a better warrior, maybe I can teach you how to clean yourself up a bit and grab some toms' attention," she said with a sparkle in her eye.

[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Liquoris

Sunpaw stared at him like he was crazy, then thought about it for a moment. It wasn't unheard of for a cat to have total memory loss. Maybe Stride was one of those special cats. "So I guess you wouldn't know why your scent smells so familiar, would you?" she asked with a light chuckle. She pinned her ears in slight annoyance. She was getting nowhere questioning this tom. Why did she continue? Did she think she was going to get anywhere with him? "Well, did your loner friend tell you anything he might know about your past?" she asked, realizing she was inquiring about something personal. She didn't really care though. She could have been hostile, attacking the tom head on and scaring him out of Thunderclan territory.

Stride sighed, tilting his head. Then his ears pricked up as Sunpaw began to speak again. “Wait.... My scent is familiar to you?” he asked, his green optics wide with surprise as she asked him that. He was about to say something else when she started talking again and he paused, his mouth slightly open. Quickly closing it, he listened while the strange ginger and white she-cat continued speaking. “No.... Not much anyways.... He'd mentioned something about a big group or something like that... But he probably was telling another story.” Stride murmured quietly, uncertain of whether or not the loner who'd cared for him had been telling him something of importance, or just another story, as he had often told stories.

[MaskedBandits]

Originally Posted by Nighty

Flamingarrow opened his mouth to say something in reply, or more of a suggestion as of what to do. He stopped though as the apprentice continued. "Yes, I must agree, your defense is doing extremely well. What I was going to say was that maybe we could battle train a bit more and then hunt a little in the way back? That way we get some practice on everything today." He said thinking over the plan in his head. It seemed decent enough to him, as long as Burstpaw agreed, he didn't want to push too hard, but hard enough to bring out the best. "Harder moves? Oh yes, plenty of hard ones. There's aerial tricks, complex sequences to execute, not to mention the countless combinations that one can make up." He said, rambling in like he sometimes did when he became distracted in his own thoughts. "But yes, what should we start with...." He thought for a moment, his tail flicking behind him. He didn't want to do easy, besides, Burstpaw was getting older, each day growing closer and closer to his warrior ceremony, and he had specifically asked for hard. If he thought he was ready for it, then the orange tabby would trust him. "Alright, since you asked for hard, we'll try it. Let's start with the aerial stuff. Flying leaps, round kicks, all kinds of neat stuff to do." He said. "Here watch." He said. The orange warrior leaped into the air flipping head over paws. He thrust out after completing the rotation, a blow that would have made most of the strongest warriors crumple. He landed with a soft thud, his feet positioned so that his body absorbed the impact shock quite well. Next he swiveled around like lightening and leaped up again, this time twisting, so that his outstretched paws swirled around him expertly, warding off any enemy that might be close by. He landed again, this time stumbling forwards in a not as smooth landing. He turned back to the apprentice and smiled. "Hard enough?" He challenged. "And I'll tell ya', I'd that ain't hard for you, I don't know what will be." He said with a bright smile.

Burstpaw narrowed his eyes at the challenge, crouching down in preparation. Well, you did ask for it, so there's no backing down! He knew the chances of him getting the moves right were nearly impossible, but he didn't care. He pressed downwards, then suddenly leaped into the air. He tried to flip his head over his paws, imitating Flamingarrow to the best of his abilities, but he could never actually finish the flip. He cake crashing down onto the hard training cave floor, landing smack on his side. The tom got up quickly, signifying that he was fine, but was panting a bit.

"I'm fine!" Burstpaw told his mentor, shaking off the fact that he'd fallen. It was almost supposed to happen, for apprentices normally didn't get advanced moves on the first try. I'll get it eventually. Falling down is just natural. "Uh... I don't think that's how it was supposed to go," He joked, giving off a weak smile. His orange tail flicked back and forth while his thoughts kicked up; reasons why the move went wrong and how he could potentially fix it. Maybe it's something to do with the tail more... or it could be that I have to start the rotation earlier... or perhaps I need to move my paws more?

[NightWarrior4Life]

Originally Posted by Cristalline

Hopekit continued to put her head in his fur. "Starclan please bring him back to me with good health. That's all I ask of you." she whispered, half to herself. Flowerpetal sat down with a sigh and Hazelkit laid next to her, as she checked on her damaged leg.

DarkKit was in the nursery, playing with the other kits while his mother watched, smiling gently at him I see. This is what it would have been like had life been different. but no sign of Hopekit or Hazelkit. There was a screech outside the nursery. "My kit! Who could have done this?" All the cats gathered around to see the commotion. A cat was standing over a kit, head bent, in grief. The kit was dead. "HAZELKIT!" He called. "Come on, Hopekit needs you!" Then it flashed to another day. He was face to face with Hopekit-or Hopepaw. "I'm sorry...I really am...but she's in StarClan now." He sighed. "No! I don't wanna ever see you again! She died and you stood there and did nothing!" His eyes widened and he gasped, all the air being knocked out of him. Hopekit? This can't be happening...but his mind was telling him to embrace it, it was only but an unconscious dream...