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[uncanny valley]

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"Alright," Pinepaw mewed; he glanced at Meadowpaw, sideways. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? He readied himself to leap away into the woods, his white paws positioned on the leaves but the rest of his black pelt blending into the damp tree trunks just fine. With a burst of the acceleration he'd had to practice in training, Pinepaw shot off into the forest, his paws thrumming on the ground like a rabbit's; he cleared a huge tree root in one bound, and as he did so, he inhaled the sharp tang of herbs. Skyflight would probably want them, but Pinepaw didn't know what they were, and besides, he was out training. He couldn't just stop and pick them up.
Flying past the huge tree, Pinepaw saw the clearing up ahead and skidded to a half beside his mentor, throwing leaves up from his claws as he spun out in a circle like a Twoleg monster he'd once seen come off the Thunderpath. Quickly, he righted himself and looked around wildly, trying to see if Meadowpaw had beaten him to the clearing. As he did so, he glanced up at Timberfur. "What are we practicing today?" he inquired, tipping his head to the side eagerly as his claws shredded the leaves.

[astro!]

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[ "the mad genius" ] | [ 26 moons ] | [ warrior ] | [ tags: palewave] | [ location: the camp ]
[ "There is a fine line between insanity and genius; I have erased this line." ]

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Swiftspark looked at Palewave in sudden concern. "Palewave? Are you alright?" He glanced at her expression. "You look... really tired." He blinked at the she-cat, worried about her; he often did things like this, worrying himself about all the other cats in the Clan. Suddenly, he was distracted by another cat calling his name: his little apprentice, Guppypaw. The small tom ran up to him, and Swiftspark turned toward his apprentice, beaming at the way Guppypaw blurted things out quickly. The apprentice, Swiftspark knew, had no family left; in this way, he could identify with him. "Ready for some training?" Swiftspark asked Guppypaw, not worrying in the slightest about the fact that he himself couldn't properly fight or hunt. "What do you want to try today?" He was hoping the apprentice wouldn't say "fighting," because Swiftspark hated it.
He padded towards the camp entrance while waiting for his apprentice to reply, flicking his tail for Guppypaw to follow. "We could practice climbing," Swiftspark offered, his voice quick - his mind worked quickly, and he had to get all of the words out before new ones came along or he'd interrupt himself midthought "or we could practice getting you to run faster." His bright eyes flashed back to Palewave briefly; she was probably just tired. Nightmares or something. Still sort of concerned, Swiftspark looked at his apprentice.

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[ "the little fighter" ] | [ 7 moons ] | [ apprentice [palewave] ] | [ tags: palewave] | [ location: the camp ]
[ "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." ]

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Wildpaw's claws twitched in his sleep as his dreams went as usual. "Mousehearted coward!" a white tom growled tauntingly, his bright green eyes blazing through the haze of sleep and straight into Wildpaw's. "What's the matter? Afraid to fight me because you're small?" He sneered, and Wildpaw felt his own anger building up inside him.
"Some brother you are, fox dung!" he snarled, his claws sliding out again and scoring little rivets in the dust. "I'll crush you!"
Lionpaw laughed, his sharp teeth scraping through the air as he did so; two more cats appeared out of the mist, a dark grey she-cat and a ginger tom. They came up and stood beside Lionpaw, flanking him as he faced Wildpaw again. "Shadepaw, Redpaw - let's show this little weakling that he's not a warrior. He's barely even prey!" Eyes glinting, Lionpaw lunged toward his brother, and Wildpaw jerked upwards, claws flying out in front of him, preparing to use every trick he knew the defeat the white apprentice who had lived in the Clan before Wildpaw's whole family had deserted both it and him. However, his claws tangled with tree roots, and he was jolted awake.
Tugging at them, he managed to free himself from the crispy bark of the roots above his head; he was in the apprentices' den. Blinking to rid himself of the dream, Wildpaw padded outside, breathing in deeply and evenly. He had this dream often, among others; frustration surged to the tips of his claws as he realized that, once again, he'd come so close to being able to shred Lionpaw at last, only to fall short again. That cat had always managed to get under his skin like no other, taunting Wildpaw for his small size, joined in by Shadepaw and Redpaw... and even their mother had never discouraged them, even their mother had always seen Wildpaw as less than his littermates. He was glad they'd left the Clan.
Looking around the camp, Wildpaw watched as Swiftspark led Guppypaw towards the camp entrance after talking briefly to Palewave. The tom was eccentric, strange, and absolutely useless at fighting, but Wildpaw knew that he was absolutely brilliant - it was this gleam in his eye, rather like the one that marked Wildpaw as mischevious, but determined. Wildpaw was a born warrior, and he was dedicated to ensuring that he became a proper one. Padding over to Palewave, he looked up at his mentor.
"Are we training today?" he inquired, glancing at where Guppypaw had left the camp. He couldn't see Pinepaw and Meadowpaw, either, and figured that they, too, were out training, making the most of the fine morning.

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»Timberfur looked up from his fur when he head a skid and then Pinepaw's voice beside him. He smiled at his apprentice and waited until Meadowpaw was sitting beside him as well. Once she had arrived, Timberfur stood up, breathing in the scents of the forest, and padded into the center of the clearing. He beckoned the two apprentices towards him before saying, "A patrol has scented fresh badge scent on the west side of the territory and as a result, all older apprentices are required to know the Badger Defense move. I will say this once, however, you are to never use this on another cat; it is for badgers only." Timberfur narrowed his eyes seriously as he looked at each other the apprentices in turn before nodding for Pinepaw to come forwards. He quickly got himself into position and made sure his claws were sheathed as he did not want to cause any harm to the young tom. "I will demonstrate this move first before you try it on each other. Remember to keep your claws sheathed. If either of you unsheathe your claws you will be looking after the elders for a moon."

[Sepia]

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Location: Camp, returning from forest---Open for Interaction---No crush/mate---OOC: Anyone open? o:

Ivypaw only realised she had fallen asleep when she awoke with a start, having been woken from the noise of the camp nearby. For a moment, she didn't know where she was, and peered around at her surroundings blearily; but then, as she blinked and slowly got up, she remembered. Of course - she had come here to dry her pelt off, after she had fallen in the water yesterday. How long had she been out? It couldn't have been too long, she reassured herself. Perhaps only for an hour or two, she mused, still sleepy as she made her way back to the camp.
Pushing back the surrounding leaves and making her way to the fresh-kill pile (for StarClan forbid that Ivypaw catch her own meal), she noticed how devoid the area was of juvenile life like herself. Where were they all? Surely they'd be gallivanting around making mud dens or whatever the dilinquents did all day. They couldn't be - surely - if they were, Larksong would try and find her. Wouldn't she?
The little apprentice shrugged, quickly covering this brief moment of insecurity with a good dollop of reassurance mixed together with frank carelessness as she caught sight of some apprentices nearby, initially hidden from view by the foliage. I don't care, why should I? They're all probably getting their paws dirty training anyways. Well, she wouldn't stop them - if they wanted to learn the "badger strike" or whatever it is, she wouldn't obstruct them (but she wouldn't join in, either). No, for Ivypaw was all too happy walking over to the fresh kill pile and choosing something to eat, for her stomach was rumbling.

[uncanny valley]

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"Okay," Pinepaw meowed, tucking his tail around his paws. He sat, watching Timberfur and waiting for him to perform the move. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind, and Pinepaw's eyes widened. "Why couldn't we use the move on cats?" Pinepaw wondered aloud. "I mean, if it would work on a big lumbering thing like a badger, you'd think you'd be able to get a rogue or a kittypet with it." Pinepaw purred a bit, his whiskers twitching. "I know some would be able to use it on someone like me; they might mistake me for a badger with my awkward crouch!"

[the vamps.]

|i will post a reply soon i am busy at the moment|

[Keriae]

(I will also be replying soon (probably in the morning) as I've been back from work about an hour and just got to look at this but I'm really tired and my muse has gone for a wonder.)

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>> that's fine you guys }

[the vamps.]

|sorry no fancy posts|

meadowpaw laughed and ran after pinepaw, she zipped through the clearing and dodged a fallen tree. she watched as pinepaw as pinepaw was right at her side. she would have to pick up the speed. when watching him she tripped on a root and landed flat on her face. she let out a groan and stood shaking the moss and leaves from her fur.

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>> it's fine fancy posts are not required. writer's block? }