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Post by cranberry on Jan 11, 2009 16:22:16 GMT -5
 The training grounds of ZephyrClan are nothing special, much like the rest of the territory, with large clumps of moorland fauna and jutting boulders. You can see as far as the eye will reach, and the terrain is well suited for getting apprentices acquainted with ZephyrClan life. [/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by raid on Feb 4, 2009 17:50:33 GMT -5
Quillpaw
"Your furball! You're such a ignorant tom. Will you please shut up?" Her loud voice rang harshly through the land of the training grounds. Her mentor was gone, off somewhere. But she didn't have to fear. For she had Smoulderpaw. He was one of her close friends and she knew that if she couldn't train with her mentor she would train with him. Although he was an apprentice as well she could still practice fighting with him. "You're going down Smoulderpaw. I'm going to win this fight and you won't. We both know that." Her sleek black bodice moved quickly, like liquid. Her bright spring green eyes were locked onto him and she smirked softly as she readied herself to jump at him.
Smoulderpaw
Laughing heartily at the fact that Quillpaw thought she could take him down he couldn't help but watch her. His body was just as swift and nimble as hers. Though he was more muscular. As a tom he was developing faster than she would. At least that was the way it seemed. Perhaps it was the fact that Quillpaw hated being a she-cat. Perhaps it was the fact she didn't try to be around other she-cats. She acted more tom then some he could think of and he couldn't help but laugh inside of his head. As he saw her ready to jump he took the opportunity to jump himself. Pinning her he growled softly. "Smoulderpaw one, Quillpaw zero." Chuckling he let off her but was quickly surprised and yowled in anger as he found himself beneath Quillpaw, her paw pushing at his throat and his limbs pinned beneath his body. She had used his own body against him. Her voice rang in his auds, triumphant. Quillpaw one, Smoulderpaw one.
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Post by leafy on Feb 8, 2009 12:39:03 GMT -5
 Wreathedstar. The name rung in his mind, he was still able to hear the starry hosts calling his name. A shiver ran down his back as Wreathed [/i]star[/i] made his way towards the training grounds to train his new apprentice, Smoulderpaw. In a way he was excited, but still he felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders though he knew that he wasn't alone. There were other Clan leaders too. He saw them, the two apprentices fighting with each other and a smirk played on his lips. Wreathedstar prowled torwards them, his large fronts paws creeping soundlessly on the ground. When he felt he had the perfect stance, Wreathedstar pounced, cutting through the air and landed, taking the two down with him. The leader bounced back onto all fours automatically and towered over the two. "Apprentices zero, Wreathedstar, one!"[/color] Wreathy smirked and waiting to see the twos' reactions. ooc; sorry..it's bad[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by raid on Feb 8, 2009 13:37:58 GMT -5
Smoulderpaw was instantly not happy about the fact that Quillpaw had taken him down. His ginger fur was bristled as he suddenly felt another presence take the weight of Quillpaw off him but add their own. As quickly as he experienced it, the weight was gone. The pelt was recognizable, his mentor. It was Wreathedmoon. No wait, Wreathedstar. The ginger tom still hadn't gotten over the fact that Larkstar was dead. With Starclan now. But oh well. He would have to get over it. Scoffing at the words of his leader and mentor, Smoulderpaw got to his paws. His tail lashed angrily though he quickly tried to cool himself off. "Truly Wreathedstar, your point doesn't count. You're a different rank you don't know the rules of the game do you?" The voice of the tom was quite serious though he he was only trying to mess with the tom. Looking over at Quillpaw he sighed softly. He hadn't trained much, though in spare time he had learned a few nifty tricks of battling with other apprentices and had started learning to hunt.
The sleek ebony she-cat quickly rolled to her paws as the weight of Wreathedstar left her body. Hearing the tom apprentice try to talk his way out of clearly being beaten by that of their leader she rolled her eyes and shoved her shoulder into his side. "Smoulderpaw you lost. Give it up." Her voice was annoyed. Smoulderpaw got on her nerves though they were much alike. Looking at Wreathedstar quickly she wondered if he had seen Brokentail. Quillpaw needed her mentor to train and the tom seemed to be gone most of the time now. "Have you seen Brokentail, Wreathedstar? He seems to have disappeared...I...I don't mean to be a bother but I do wish to train and I can't without him." Her voice was soft as she cast a glance over to Smoulderpaw to see if he would attack. Sure enough she found herself ducking as her friend hurled himself at their leader.
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Post by leafy on Feb 10, 2009 17:15:22 GMT -5
Wreathedstar smirked, deeply enjoying the amusing reaction from the apprentice. What a childish reaction. He stepped back, with mock fear and painted a petrified look on his face. Oh the joys of training a mischevious apprentice. "Oh, rules, eh? I think you're just mad that I surprised you." Wreathedstar purred with a devilish face, acting as if he were a carefree warrior again. This would be fun though he'd be sad when Smoulderpaw was all trained and 'too old' to play games with him anymore. It was time to actually train now, though. "So, what are we gonna do today. Hunting or Combat? You choose." Wreathedstar looking over to the apprentice's sister, deciding that she could train with them if she wanted. "Quillpaw, you're welcome to train with us," He mewed, "If you're willing to be around this guy any longer!" Wreathedstar winked and chuckled, a rather loud booming noise.
"As a matter of fact, I haven't. We'll have a great time training, the three of us." Wreathedstar was quite cheerful today, the mood drifting off from him in waves and probably hitting the two apprentices. It was amusing as Smoulderpaw seemed very annoyed, and sulky. Him and his sister were quite alike indeed. Suddenly, Smoulder was coming at him and Wreathedstar ducked, his timing a bit off. This would a fun session.
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Post by raid on Feb 21, 2009 13:16:40 GMT -5
Smoulder to freelands...
((sorry mo but yeah. i want to RP him somewhere else)
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Post by leafy on Feb 24, 2009 17:54:42 GMT -5
that's okay C:
WrEaThEdStAr To CaMp !
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Post by december on Mar 7, 2009 20:09:17 GMT -5
Fadingpaw knew she wasn't really supposed to leave camp without a mentor or warrior or whatever controlling, bossy elder they wanted to tie to her tail as if she couldn't find her way around. Really, when she thought about it, she felt as though she was doing something helpful. She was relatively sure she was still on Zephyrclan territory... she could vaguely detect the smells of a cat she had scented in camp or something.
And who would attack a little apprentice she-kit? She wasn't lithe, or muscular. She wasn't old, or real young, and she could run really fast. So if any trouble came, she'd be fine, right? The way that Fadingpaw saw it, this safety and comfort of repitition and tradition that the clans so greatly treasured was overrated. It might have made sense once, but nowadays, it just blocked you from seeing the logic behind everything. And it draining the excitement from anything at all. You aren't born with y our eyes open, so why would you rely on your eyes to tell you what's okay and what's not? Fadingpaw trusted her heart, and the way that smooth stones and gentle grass felt on her pelt and paws.
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