DestinyClan (Warriors rp. Not accepting. Part 2)

[VeritatisSplendor]

(Thanks Cherryleaf!)

Burrkit bounced excitedly. His dark tabby fur was filthy from playing, but he wasn't about to stop to clean his fur. He stalked Applekit but got sidetracked by a leaf blowing in the breeze. He instantly pounced on it. "Gotcha Shadowwhisper! Take that!" He slashed at the leaf with his claws and caught it up, tossing it away and chased after it. "And that!" Panting, he sat up proudly, leaf under one paw, badly mangled from his thorn-sharp claws. "Beat that!"

[iPawki]

"Sorry," Autumnpaw mewed quietly. She then gathered up her strength and pushed him once more, with more force, but because he had widened his stance he barely swayed and her push had little to no effect.

"Lazy thing," Ravenfeather muttered under her breath as she padded towards her apprentice. "Swiftpaw," She began, "I know it's getting late, but I thought I'd go and show you some of the hunting basics before it's too dark." Without questioning whether this was all right with him, she whisked around him and then flicked her tail to tell him to follow her lead as she walked out of camp.

[Kess]

Frozenstorm padded into camp, still attatched to Bluejay by the tail, then smiled, rubbed on him, and padded away. "I'll see you later tonight, for some fresh-kill?" she said.

[Bℓυ ωιитєя]

Swiftpaw grumbled and rolled to his paws, following her slowly, his head and tail high in the air as he strutted proudly. "It better be good..." He mumbled, odd ball eyes glancing around the forest.

[Fawnie]

Rainpaw watched in agony as the fox grew closer to her tattered body. She sealed her eyes shut, not wanting to stare death in the face any longer than she had to. Suddenly, the breeze picked up, and like a gift from Starclan, it carried the strong scent of Destinyclan, which was odd considering where she was. This sent fear into the fox's heart, and Rainpaw opening her eyes just a teeny bit. Perhaps the fox thought Destinyclan was on the way to rescue her, and it didn't want to stick around. Rainpaw watched as the fox dissapeared into the foilage behind her, and she let her self relax as each pawstep faded away. If only Destinyclan was on the way.. Then I'd be safe.. She thought before falling into a light sleep.

[iPawki]

Ravenfeather ignored his comment as she walked towards a small patch of trees surrounding a tiny clearing. A faint, low sunlight hung around the trees. It was late, and the sun was slowly dipping downwards. Ravenfeather turned towards her apprentice and mewed, "I'll show you the hunter's crouch today. You've probably heard of it? I'll demonstrate." She crouched down, bending her legs as her belly hovered over the ground, her tail low and her gaze focused in front of her. "Then," She added, "you would pounce on your prey." She sprung up and out-stretched her paws, then landed lightly as her claws gently dug into the ground in front of her. "You try."

[willowsong12]

((Watching a show on 9/11. Made me cry =[ ))
Badgerkit opened his mouth as if scenting the air. "Your right! How dare they cross?" He let out a growl and let his claws sink into the ground, feigning anger.

Bravepaw rolled away from Lionpaw and jumped up to his paws. Trying to remember the moves he saw the old apprentices practice in camp, he ran toward Lionpaw, ready to jump on the golden toms back.

[Bℓυ ωιитєя]

Swiftpaw watched her, rolling his eyes. "Oh you don't say you old hag..." He murmured under his breath, leaning down into a perfect hunters crouch and then moved across the ground quickly, remaining in the crouch. His odd ball eyes snapping onto a leaf hanging about 5 cat lengths above his mentors head. With a quick lean back he sprung forward, paws slashing at the air and hitting the leaf off its stem, before he landed behind Ravenfeather, a smart smirk on his face. "So Ravenfeather, the old deputy, Shadowface or something, does he always talk to himself?" He asked, eyes snapping onto Ravenfeather, stunning green and blue.

[iPawki]

Ravenfeather let a small smile form on her face as she watched Swiftpaw's perfect performance. He was certainly talented, although his attitude could use some work (she wasn't too worried about this). However, she narrowed her eyes at his question, slightly suspicious at his sudden interest in Shadowwhisper-- "Talk to himself? What do you mean?"

[Bℓυ ωιитєя]

Swiftpaw gave a smirk, she didn't know. "I was watching the old flea bag mumble to himself before you took me out for training. My guess is he is loosing it," He growled in a testy voice, straightening himself up and drawing his paw to his mouth, running his bristly tongue across it, giving off an absent feeling.