by yeeee. » Fri Aug 07, 2015 11:33 pm
Batpaw felt his muscles tense slightly- he wasn't expecting the contact from the leader. But then again, he could only imaigne how enraged he looked; if he looked half as bad as he felt, then the contact was undoubtedly needed. Pricking his namesake ears to the sound of Scorchstar's hissing and the feel of the leader's fur puffing, the apprentice felt a strange surge of triumph. You will learn, Flarepaw. Maybe you cannot take hints- fine. But I'm sure trial and error will teach you better than anything else can. A soft sigh escaped the blind apprentice's maw. The second the rage faded, replaced by that nice feeling of accomplishment, all of his exhaustion just swamped him. Shivering against the cool breeze that had begun to wash across the desert, Batpaw leaned against Mossleap, thankful for the molly's presence.
Upon arriving at camp, he felt more than exhausted. He was sure that he'd collapse at any given moment. Upon hearing Tinypaw organize a nest, a soft sigh escaped his maw. Batpaw felt as if he hadn't slept in ages. Laying down in the nest, he winced slightly as Softberry touched his head, pulling back slightly. "I fell and gashed it open on a rock," the apprentice mewed in his ever soft voice, obviously not wanting to talk about it, for he had begun to groom his bloody paw pads. See what you've done, Flarepaw?
But, as the silence settled, the scent of a strange cat wafted up his nostrils. Turning his filmy turquoise gaze towards the far end of the den where Pearly laid, Batpaw mewed coldly, "Who is this?"
Tagged ;; Mossleap, Tinypaw, Softberry
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Snow let his baby blue gaze wander to the sky. It was getting dark out, a lot quicker than it usually did- or maybe it was just him. After all, time flew by when you were actually having fun. Flickering his ears to Hawkcry's words, the older tom nearly sighed yet again. Nooo. I'm just going to spread wings and fly away after I traveled countless miles and fought you for this opportunity. It appears you have an extreme preference for exaggerated sarcasm that could greatly benefit you if it were to cease to exist, or be greatly altered. Regardless, as the massive tom took off into the night, Snow allowed his thoughts to wander freely on the breeze; he ignored his temptation to wipe away some of the blood on Hawkcry's face, thus agitating him further.
But perhaps it was the fact that he knew he was padding towards his last chance, or the fact that the sunset reminded him of days with Eliza. But, he felt his mood shift into a more calm, understanding state of mind that very few got to see. I am too old to be deputy as I once wished. Snow let those word sink in, but for some reason, it didn't hurt. It was just... a fact. He'd accepted it a long time ago, subconsciously. But oh, there was still so much he could do. That small smile grew wider. But not too old to fulfill those last words. To be the best I could ever be. I may not be in my physical prime, but I'm in mental prime, and my body is doing well.. Experiences have taught me well, and finally, I've realized what the best thing I can do is. Continue our legacy, Eliza, as you wished, for what are if you haven't contributed to the very place you serve? Even if you are the greatest of warriors, if you don't pass down your knowledge before you perish, your legacy be nothing more than stories and what-if's.
Yet obtaining a spot in this clan will prove the greatest challenge yet. What will the great leader see walking into the heart of his domain? A monster, one that ripped the ear off his warrior, permanently mutilating him and thus here to cause trouble? A foolish rogue, desperate for duty and destiny, clamoring for attention in the only way he knows how? An old creature with problems, luck and sheer recklessness with a disrespect and hatred for life? ... We shall see.
Feeling a strange sense of electricity course through him, Snow flexed his recently sharpened coral claws, temporarily snapping back into reality. Handsome isn't a jackrabbit, but he isn't a tortoise either. It does not take this long to obtain some prey- perhaps his ride was wounded, and he's nursing it enough so he can make a decent report. Ahh, the hunter isn't used to being outwitted by his quarry, hmm? It appears you allowed yourself to get too comfortable- some trial and error, although harsh, was exactly what you needed. Snow felt his body began to sway slightly again. Ohh, he was so looking forward to this. Letting his baby-blue eyes rest on the sunset a bit longer, it become clear Snow's mood had shifted again that quickly. Electricity coursed through the older tom, and he straightened up completely, that jovial hip swaying and tail swaying beginning once more. It was time to play a game. His favorite game- the mental game of chance. Beneath the beautiful sky that would soon be Silverpelt where his mum could watch him?
The stage was set perfectly. Let the games begin.
Tagged ;; Hailpaw, Hawkcry
