FeatherClan :New&Accepting: (PROPHECY!) :NEEDS WARRIORS:

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Duskpaw
The she-Apprentice shakily got to her paws, shaking her head from side to side to clear the odd ringing in her ears and at the back of her skull. The blood dripped slowly down her nose, and she scrunched up her nose at the feeling, trying to ignore the increasing number of droplets splashing onto the earth between her front paws.

"Starclan..." she grumbled, before Wolfheart burst onto the scene.

He sniffed all around her, demanding if she was hurt. She watched him with her mismatched eyes before he locked onto her face, seeing her injured nose. Evidently he had abandoned the chase to check on her, and although she was annoyed that because of her inability to even catch prey correctly caused the hunt to cease, a small part of her was touched at the show of worry he had for her. At the mention of the medicine cat, she shook her head frantically. Even now the blood was clotting, and the breath in and out of her right nostril began to whistle a little as the blood hardened.

"No...No, I'm alright," she assured the large tom, "I just got dazed for a moment, but I let the rabbit get away,"

She looked out at the direction of the forest she had watched the rabbit take off at. She sighed, frustrated with herself.

"I managed to injure it's back leg; I even made it bleed...But clearly not enough, it was still able to run away..."

She looked down, pawing at the earth stained with her blood. The white on her chest was stained with red drops as her blood hardened in her fur. Her ears angled backward a little.

"I'm sorry Wolfheart..." she mumbled, "I ruined the hunt because I wasn't careful enough,"

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Wolfheart

Wolfheart shook his head, trying to find some way to comfort the apprentice. "No, no," he said, touching his nose to her cheek. "It' was the rabbit's fault - er, luck - that ruined the hunt. And besides, it was only one rabbit," he meowed.

Wolfheart sat down, his pelt feeling a bit hot. Why? He didn't know, not exactly. Duskpaw was a friend, and she needed reassurance. so that shouldn't be embarrassing if he tried to help her. By touching her with his nose. He shook his head just the slightest, trying to push the matter out of his mind. the important thing was that the she-cat was alright. "Are you sure you don't need anything? Maybe cobwebs?" he asked, remembering faintly the sticky substance Shadowpelt had once used to fix a wrenched claw.

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Duskpaw
Duskpaw shrugged a little, the fur along her white shoulders rippling.

"I know...But...I'm so stupid; I bit it's hind leg. I was asking to get double-kicked in the face by it," she told herself outloud, rubbing a paw of her tender nose.

"I'll be ok, I just-"

Heat rushed to Duskpaw's face when Wolfheart suddenly leaned down and touched his nose to her cheek. Her chest tightened a little unexpectedly, and her breath caught in her throat.

...Whoah...

She watched him lean back and shake his head. At what, she didn't quite know, but she minutely shivered her pelt as if shaking the feeling away.

"...R-really, cobwebs aren't needed," she assured him, "look, see? I'm not even bleeding anymore,"

She raised her nose up toward him so he could see that, indeed, the blood had turned from a bright red to a deep brownish-red as it congealed on her flesh.

"What I really could do about now is a rat or two; I'm starving,"

Her stomach rumbled loudly, agreeing with her statement. She put her inability of catching the rabbit down to hunger; she only realised that her legs were a little weak and shaky from lack of food, and she had ran out of breath alot faster than she would normally.

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Wolfheart

Wolfheart inspected her nose thoroughly before nodding, a bit reluctantly, and standing up. "Okay, I'll go get something for you to eat," he meowed and before she could object or volunteer for herself like she very possibly would do, he bounded away in the direction of the rabbit.

Even though he had no intention of hunting the rabbit, he didn't know if he should have chosen another oath. Perhaps, since the rabbit had disappeared this way, he would find other prey. He continued walking for another moment before he sat down with a sigh, shaking his head. You're a stupid mouse-brain, he reminded himself with a quiet half chuckle, absent of an humor. She's only just an apprentice, after all. But only a few moons younger than you, his mind argued. "Yeah, but so what? That doesn't matter. Her age doesn't matter because we are just friends," he said out loud.

Wolfheart sighed again, mentally chastising himself. You're supposed to be hunting...

Wolfheart got up and padded a little ways from the tight clearing, finally opening him mouth slightly to scent the prey. There were a few fresh scents, including those of the rabbit Duskpaw and he had attempted to catch. Many were crossed, but not of the same time. He followed a newer one, that of a squirrel and crouched low. The game was sitting a few badger-lengths away, squeaking nonchalantly. Wolfheart took a step closer, but he had been too careless and that resulted in him stepping on a twig. The squirrel looked up at the unexpected noise and with an annoyed sound, scurried away form the warrior. No. No, not again! Wolfheart told himself as he sprinted after the animal, who had realized it wasn't just a game of chase and run.

With a surge of anger and hope, perhaps that maybe Duskpaw would think him a great hunter, Wolfheart arched his back legs and flew over the squirrel, landing on it at an angle. He snapped the neck swiftly, and it went limp in his jaws. He added back to Duskpaw, where he set the squirrel down in front of her paws.

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Duskpaw
"But I can-"

Before she could even finish her words, her offer of help, before Wolfheart bounded off in the direction the rabbit had disappeared to.

She was left in the clearing with nothing but the smell and sight of her blood, and a throbbing nose for company. She rubbed it with a forepaw again, hating the feeling of blood in her nostril where she couldn't reach to wipe it away.

Well, that'll teach you to bite the flank instead of the leg, her subconsciousness told her.

She got to awkwardly grooming her chest fur free of the blood. To her eyes, it was no longer a medium grey colour but an almost black; proof that she had stopped bleeding. She also groomed her face free of her blood, and around her maw where the rabbit's blood had escaping it's pumping veins in it's leg.

Maybe a visit to the medicine den is required...I keep having this strange pressure in my chest, and I keep having hot flushes too. Gosh, I hope Wolfheart doesn't think I'm weird or something; what would certainly make our friendship alot more awkward. But...Wait...Wolfheart seems to be a little off too, maybe he's suffering the same as I? Oh Starclan, what if I have is contagious and I've passed it to him?!

Before her little mind could race any more, Wolfheart appeared back into the clearing with a little something extra dangling from his jaws. He walked straight to her, and set down the prey at her paws. She looked down, and gasped as she saw a squirrel; she only knew it was the red kind by the extra bushy tail.

"A squirrel? For me?" she looked up at him in amazement and gratitude, "thank you so much! I've never had squirrel before; I've never been quick enough for one of these..."

She lowered her head, smelling the fur of the prey before sinking her teeth into it. It was so fresh that it's bodily fluids leaked out onto her tongue, and her tastebuds practically squealed with joy. This had not the bland and stringy taste that a rat would; instead, it tasted a little spicy, and the meat on it's bones was succulent.

She moaned out a purr, her little bobtail wagging happily, then she took several more bites.

"Blessed Starclan, this is amazing..." she groaned, the sound mixing with her purrs.

When she had her fill, she all but sprang at Wolfheart, pressing herself to him in a massive hug.

"Thank you so much Wolfheart!" she said, feeling herself come alive with energy, "you're..."

She looked up into his face, and his gaze made her stop. She felt almost hypnotised by him, and suddenly she was aware of the non-existent space between her body and his, and her breathing, and how his pelt smelled.

"...Amazing..." she finished her words in a whisper.

...Starclan...I feel funny again...

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For Darkpelt:

Bluetail
The she-cat found herself hypnotised by the yellow eyes of her mate, all warm and caring. She pressed her soaking cheek into his caress, then licked the same paw that touched her so gently.

"You have the experience of age on your side now..." she said quietly.

She paused as Darkpelt explained his reasons. She didn't mind; she didn't want to push him to the position, but she honestly thought it would be a good thing to have a cat like Darkpelt to be Deputy.

"I think you could do it..." she said truthfully, looking at him warmly, "the Clan would benefit from someone like you helping Dawnstar lead. And...If you would permit me...I would like to help you with your problems. If we are to be mates for the rest of our lives, your problems become mine and my problems become yours. Two heads are better than one after all,"

She pulled herself out of the water to sit right on the edge with her tail still in the water swaying back and forth. Her chin resting on the edge of Darkpelt's rock, her eyes beseeching him to share.

"If you would permit me.." she repeated softly, giving him the choice whether to share or not.

Darkpelt

A smile cracked at the tom's lips as Bluetail drew nearer, explaining her own reasons for him to be deputy. "And... If you would permit me... I would like to help you with your problems." Came her soft voice below him. The water sloshed up against the stones around them, the sun was setting, and Darkpelt was with Bluetail. It was perfect.

He watched her climb up onto shore and rest her head by his paws, looking up at him with the same blue eyes he fell in love with so many moons ago. "If you would permit me..." She repeated softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Darkpelt drew a bit closer to her stretching his torso out so that they were face-to-face. "I would want nothing less than to have you by my side every step of the way in my lifetime till we meet again in StarClan." He replied, his voice quiet yet strong at the same time. He closed his eyes gently and took a deep breath in, drawing in her scent and the fresh clean smell of water below them.

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Bluetail
Darkpelt drew closer to her and spoke in a quiet yet serious voice:

"I would want nothing less than to have you by my side every step of the way in my lifetime till we meet again in StarClan."

His words were deep and true, she knew it by instinct, and she lost herself in the yellow depths of her beloved tom. They struck her heartstrings, and in that moment Bluetail decided that she couldn't fall more in love with Darkpelt any more than she had. The scenery around them was perfect; all the fighting and the stress and the close calls with death were worth this moment where it was only her and Darkpelt, surrounded by beauty with the sun setting below the horizon.

She watched him close his eyes, and draw in a deep breath. No doubt her scent mingling with the water drew into his nostrils, along with the scents of the rich earth around them and the pine of the trees.

This was a moment she would remember til she passed onto Starclan, every little detail would be stamped on her memory, so that she knew if her life spiralled back into chaos once more, she could hold onto this precious moment. To remind her that peace and love and happiness was possible for her, and she had only to fight harder to get it back.

She proceeded to groom his face with licks of her gentle tongue; around his eyes, cheeks, nose, lips and whiskers. She adored him, right down to her very core. And Bluetail knew that if she was going to have kittens, it would be with Darkpelt and no-one else. She could only give all of herself to Darkpelt like that, and she trusted him completely and without question.

"I would love nothing less than to be your mate; to stand faithfully by your side, and to feel proud that I belong with you," she oathed with love.

She carefully avoided telling him that she would be prepared to bear him kittens; the time still wasn't right. Though Bluetail knew that he would be the father to her kittens -no other tom matched him in her eyes- she wouldn't pressure him into it. She wanted the both of them to agree about kittens, and if she had to wait another 10 moons, then she was happy to do so.

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Darkpelt

He leaned into Bluetail's grooming, his ears pressing back against his head. There was nothing Darkpelt cherished more than these moments with her, and it made his heart strings tighten and his lungs contract. It was like his whole body was tingling, a system fueled only by the time spent with his mate.

He opened his eyes slowly to stare into hers. He slid off the rock to sit just across from her, his nose just inches from her face. Taking a paw and placing it over hers, Darkpelt nuzzled his chin into her forehead. Bluetail's wet fur pressed into his, sending a chilling yet exhilerating jolt across his skin. If he were to die right here and now, he would still be the happiest tom in the world. A low purr began to rumble down in his chest as he pressed into the she-cat beside him, his best friend, his mate, whom he would spend eternity with.

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Bluetail
The she-cat let out a low merrow as Darkpelt moved off the rock to sit beside her. He sat so close his nose almost touched hers, and she licked it in play. She nuzzled Darkpelt back as he pressed his chin and forehead against her own, and the large paw placed over hers only sweetened the contact.

His paw was so much bigger than hers, scratch that; everything about him was alot bigger, and yet he touched her and cared for her so gently.

"You really know how to make a she-cat feel special..." she purred against him as he scooted closer, his deep rumbling purr vibrating against her body.

She caressed and held herself against his thick fluffy white chest, losing herself in glorious moments surrounded by him and him only, before the almost-forgotten urge to play suddenly came back to her.

She moved back a little bit and curled her head, spine and tail underneath his chin in a flirty manner, her blue eyes twinkling as her tail tip brushed his nose on purpose. She let out a meow of laughter and pounced on him moments later, bringing him down to the ground as their bodies tumbled in flirty play. She rubbed her still damp fur on his chest and legs, and buried her nose into the crook that connected his neck and shoulder to tickle him.

"I got you!" she laughed.