It was late in the night and Badgerscar couldn't get himself to fall asleep. His new scars hurt like hell, but he just had to push through. Soon you wouldn't be able to recognize him anymore. His face seemed to have the most scars over the rest of them. He didn't mind them all that much. Now no rogue would get away from him. Not that they hadn't before.
The warrior padded through Shadowclan territory. It would be nice to go for a hunt for a bit. He often came out at night to try and find some night creatures. Like snakes and owls. Or even small prey trying to find a snack. Badgerscar stayed near the tall grass to easily find a snake. It was now his favorite prey to catch and eat. It was fun to struggle with it. Luckily he had the perfect teacher to not get bitten.
Badgerscar scented the air and then went still as he heard hissing sounds. He had actually found one. That was the start of a good hunt. The shadowclan cat stayed near the center of its eyesight. He didn't make one single noise. It glanced over at him and he ducked to get out of sight. Snakes had poor eyesight, so it just went on its way.
That was when he strikes. He lurched at the snake, catching it by surprise. He grabbed its head in his jaws and it squirmed to getaway. Before it had time to slip out he chomped down, almost severing its head from its body. He grabbed his kill in his jaws to go off and find something else to hunt.
Not a leaf nor a pine needle stirred around the giant paws that crept silently through the darkness. The dark pelt with matching dark stripes blended in with the shadows that blanketed them. A long, fluffy tail casually swung freely at the back, caressing the nearby blades of greenery without disturbing them. Everything about the molly was made perfectly to blend in with the nightlife, everything but those eyes. Amber fire blazed from the depths of her gaze as certain scents caused her nose to scrunch up.
Dawnstar's been getting whiffs of ThunderClan and the familiar scent of a long chased-off exile on her territory. They were stale now, almost covered up by the pine and musky air that enveloped her territory. This might be something she'd have to bring up to that leader, it would give her a reason to speak with him. Changing direction, both her ears shot up and her maw parted to breathe in the freshest of smell that told her a cat's just passed through here.
There was a faint whiff of blood, old, drying, mixed with that almost bitter smell her wounds got when she left them to heal without bothering to use herbs. Dawnstar was intrigued, so she let her paws eat up the distances between her and the smell, the closer she got the easier it was to make out as one of her cats. Pity, she was hoping for a rogue she could tear up. Ducking under a low hanging branch and leaping over a small cluster of rocks, Dawnstar landed, bright golden eyes locking on the big tom hauling around a dead snake?
"That's an interesting catch." The dark tabby slipped out of the shadows, shaking out her thick pelt while catching Badgerscar's eye. Her gaze slides away to take stock of his new scars, it seemed that he's been working on those, they were fresh. It was no secret that Dawnstar fancied giving and receiving scars, those that got out of a battle with her with scars to remember her by were rare, few, and lucky. Those who gave her scars and got away with their lives? Now those cats were challenges that invigorated her. She loved her own scars, and she thoroughly took delight in looking at the scars her cats had gain. They were.... delightful to look at, Dawnstar saw scars differently than others.
"Not many go out hunting for snakes, too many fear them, even the ones lacking venom have a nasty bite." Mused the clan leader, as she came up to Badgerscar's side. He had grown from that mewling kit left for death. Dawnstar had supplied him with everything he needed to make himself one of her best and most dependable cats within her clan, so she couldn't help but be a bit bitter about it what he had tossed away, but it was more her fault than his, even though she knew that she still couldn't help but feel a tad bit of betrayal. She was far better to him than Icestar was ever to her, but perhaps that was her problem as well. She saw too much of herself in him, his failure felts like her own.
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Puffinpaw
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After Poisonpetal was finally done grooming Puffinpaw followed him. Wondering what the his first training would be.. maybe battle training? Then he could be big and strong like Dawnstar!! That would be awesome but being real with himself, he doubted it. It was probably something weaksauce since it was the first day after all.
//I love the use of weaksauce
Poisonpetal trotted out of camp, keeping a slower pace to avoid possibly losing Puffinpaw. He wasn't an exceptionally small cat, but more his own casual walking pace was.... WAY too quick to actually be considered walking, but definitely too slow to be a run.
They weren't terribly far into the territory when he spoke up, camp was even still in visual range if one looked back to check. "Today I'll be showing you the territory borders. Although you shouldn't be leaving camp unsupervised, it's better of you know your away around anyway".
There wasn't much that anyone could do about the fact that sometimes some idiots were going to sneak out of camp anyway, but at least by them knowing their way around the territory beforehand, search parties wouldn't need to be sent to find lost idiots (not that Dawnstar would ever bother, she'd sooner label them traitors and tell the Clan to kill them on sight).
There also seemed to be a rising number of cats going missing and coming back, claiming that, 'they'd gotten lost'.
To avoid possibly disappointing his apprentice, he added, "if afterwards you want some real training, we can."
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Not a leaf nor a pine needle stirred around the giant paws that crept silently through the darkness. The dark pelt with matching dark stripes blended in with the shadows that blanketed them. A long, fluffy tail casually swung freely at the back, caressing the nearby blades of greenery without disturbing them. Everything about the molly was made perfectly to blend in with the nightlife, everything but those eyes. Amber fire blazed from the depths of her gaze as certain scents caused her nose to scrunch up.
Dawnstar's been getting whiffs of ThunderClan and the familiar scent of a long chased-off exile on her territory. They were stale now, almost covered up by the pine and musky air that enveloped her territory. This might be something she'd have to bring up to that leader, it would give her a reason to speak with him. Changing direction, both her ears shot up and her maw parted to breathe in the freshest of smell that told her a cat's just passed through here.
There was a faint whiff of blood, old, drying, mixed with that almost bitter smell her wounds got when she left them to heal without bothering to use herbs. Dawnstar was intrigued, so she let her paws eat up the distances between her and the smell, the closer she got the easier it was to make out as one of her cats. Pity, she was hoping for a rogue she could tear up. Ducking under a low hanging branch and leaping over a small cluster of rocks, Dawnstar landed, bright golden eyes locking on the big tom hauling around a dead snake?
"That's an interesting catch." The dark tabby slipped out of the shadows, shaking out her thick pelt while catching Badgerscar's eye. Her gaze slides away to take stock of his new scars, it seemed that he's been working on those, they were fresh. It was no secret that Dawnstar fancied giving and receiving scars, those that got out of a battle with her with scars to remember her by were rare, few, and lucky. Those who gave her scars and got away with their lives? Now those cats were challenges that invigorated her. She loved her own scars, and she thoroughly took delight in looking at the scars her cats had gain. They were.... delightful to look at, Dawnstar saw scars differently than others.
"Not many go out hunting for snakes, too many fear them, even the ones lacking venom have a nasty bite." Mused the clan leader, as she came up to Badgerscar's side. He had grown from that mewling kit left for death. Dawnstar had supplied him with everything he needed to make himself one of her best and most dependable cats within her clan, so she couldn't help but be a bit bitter about it what he had tossed away, but it was more her fault than his, even though she knew that she still couldn't help but feel a tad bit of betrayal. She was far better to him than Icestar was ever to her, but perhaps that was her problem as well. She saw too much of herself in him, his failure felts like her own.
Badgerscar felt the snakes head fall right off its body. He didn't know if he should bury it and leave it or not. Might be nice to let it decompose, so he can enjoy its skull. He had heard of some cats keeping skulls. They were pretty fascinating. Yeah he was definitely going to keep it. The tom buried it into the ground. He'd come back to it in a couple of days.
He moved on his way. The snake was dangling from his jaws, falling almost to the ground. He swung it around his neck to make sure he didn't trip over it. He didn't need to scare any prey that might be out. He still wasn't quite done hunting yet. It would ruin everything and he hated things that got ruined.
Badgerscar stopped in his tracks when he heard pawsteps. He flexed his claws, keeping alert in case it was a rogue. Hopefully it wasn't. There would be a lot of blood to clean up. He didn't feel like cleaning.The warrior did realize it was Dawnstar and forced his claws to go away. He saw her glancing at his catch as she praised him. Normally someone would feel good about it, but after what he had done he didn't feel he deserved it.
"I had the best mentor who taught me everything.", he meowed. He remembered when he was taught to hunt snakes by Grimhound. It was the finale lesson he ever got before receiving his warrior name. "I learned to go for their heads and their eye sights really poor.", Badgerscar meowed.
He dropped the snake on the ground for better speech. "Guessing your out here to get away from some of those idiots. ", he meowed. Not everyone was an idiot just most of them. Sooner or later all the traitors would be gone.
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On a really good stride on here and Barleypaw is really close to getting her post counts finished for her training. If there is anyone who needs a cat to help with anything feel free to VM or pm. I want her to be more active along her clanmates.
oh, so, other cats also snuck out of camp at night. not surprising, thought the calico with a short glance to the side. "I'm not, you're just paranoid, you pine tree." she snorted, watching the lanky cat approach her, bending at such an angle it seemed painful. buzzardpaw let out a sudden and loud noise once rookpaw started circling around her, hooking her claws into the eyesocket of the skull and flinging it, quickly leaping after it.
the skull was probably seen from her wildly throwing it a rabbit length or so in front of her, but at least she tried.
"you nosy stickbug! mind your business!" she snapped, kicking the skull so it sat right behind her paws. seriously, rookpaw needed to stay away because this was her skull for her eyed only! no other cat (well, besides berrykit and badgerscar) could see the bird skull. very selfish of her, but she didn't care.
Rookpaw didn't appreciate being insulted. She knew she was tall, yeah, so what? And maybe Buzzardpaw was just jealous of her tallness. She tracked the flying skull. It was...just a bird skull, honestly. Why was Buzzardpaw being so defensive, yeesh. She snorted sarcastically. "Oh, please, don't tell me you're getting upset over a stupid bird skull. You're acting like a kit. You are the size of one, after all!" she hissed.
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a stupid skull? a stupid skull? her skull wasn't stupid! it was anything BUT stupid! clearly, rookpaw was too simple minded to see that. that was fine, not everyone was as smart as her. but that comment about her size? oh, that was just terrible! "I'd rather be the size of a kit than as tall as a tree and as lanky as a pine needle! you overgrown stick, this skull is more important than your whole existence!" okay, that was a bit harsh, and she realized that, but she'd just dismiss it.
buzzardpaw narrowed her eyes at rookpaw, lips curled back in a sneer as she pointed a claw at her. "you wouldnt understand the importance of it though, because your brain is the size of a bee." she huffed, tail giving a short lash. the skull was amazing! rookpaw on the other hand? totally not, unlike the smaller apprentice.
Buzzardpaw wasn't acting like a kit anymore. Now she eas acting like a dumb one. She was honestly so dumb! Rookpaw was used to stupidity, she was a genius, after all, but Buzzardpaw crossed every line. No one should be allowed to be this stupid. "Keep your dumb skull, maybe you'll find some leftover brain to fill your head! And at least I have a brain, you growth-stunted mouse! No one's gonna look at that skull anyway, since nobody likes you!" The last part was harsh and probably untrue, but Rookpaw had a bad tendency of replying to schoolyard insults with horrible, traumatising statements.
who even allowed rookpaw to be in shadowclan? ugh. "i have a bigger brain than you, idiot!" buzzardpaw quickly retorted, fur bristling. the last part made her falter slightly - okay, wow, way to poke at her deepest insecurities..wait. what was she thinking? she was the best apprentice in shadowclan, at least way better than the twig in front of her, and tons of cats liked her! (still, that insult kind of lingered. oops.)
"oh really? i bet nobody likes you at all! i'd be surprised if a fly would wanna be around you, weirdo. do you even have any friends? like any at all?" she questioned with a slight tilt of her head. probably not. rookpaw would probably back off after that, because she was right and she knew it.
who even allowed rookpaw to be in shadowclan? ugh. "i have a bigger brain than you, idiot!" buzzardpaw quickly retorted, fur bristling. the last part made her falter slightly - okay, wow, way to poke at her deepest insecurities..wait. what was she thinking? she was the best apprentice in shadowclan, at least way better than the twig in front of her, and tons of cats liked her! (still, that insult kind of lingered. oops.)
"oh really? i bet nobody likes you at all! i'd be surprised if a fly would wanna be around you, weirdo. do you even have any friends? like any at all?" she questioned with a slight tilt of her head. probably not. rookpaw would probably back off after that, because she was right and she knew it.
Rookpaw snorted. No way was Buzzardpaw smarter than her. She was probably dumber than an actual buzzard! Ughhh! Rookpaw decided not to take it to heart, haha! And the second comment stung a little more. Yes, no one really liked Rookpaw, but she didn't like anyone either! So it was OK! And atlrast she had Finchpaw. "Pfft, everyone else is below my standard, I don't need friends. And remitter way, I do have a friend, even if I don't need one so HA!" she retorted.
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