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tom :: senior warrior :: thirty-seven moons

Eaglestrike closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. StarClan give me strength. "You will not be hunting me. You will be using your surroundings to your advantage," he told her firmly, "you are nearly a warrior. Advantages are hard to come by so you must be creative. You must be silent. You must be downwind. You must give nothing away. You must look for your opponents weaknesses." He lectured her, silently noting how the trees were growing closer and closer together now. Soon they would arrive. In fact, it was not far away now. Rounding a clump of ferns, Eaglestrike spotted the area he was looking for. It was around five tail lengths wide and round. The pine trees grew close and brambles between them. The ground was covered with pine needles. "Right. I want you to head off in whatever direction you want. Think about what you're going to do and attack."

♥ Littlepaw ♥
"A day without laughter is a day wasted" - Chaplin

♥ Who am I?
- Eaglestrikes apprentice
- She
- 12 moons
- Apprentice
- Tags: Eaglestrike
- Single

She nodded quickly and leaped into a bush behind a tree and started to lower her body and walk around, thinking of her tacktick.
Okay, so if I try to get behind him, I can get his side easily. But, what if I his his flank and that wont work without using claws.. hmm.. oh! I get his side, left side and head for the belly so I may get him to roll over!
Her tail lowered, body lowered, ears pointed forward and her eyes searched for the best spot to attack from. Moving almost silently, she moved first with some sound on purpose to the right side of Eaglestrike before she changed way and moved as silently as se could before she crouched down and watched Eaglestrike from between the leafes and small branches. She took a quick breath, almost holding it, before she bounded out and felt the ground leave her paws and shoot her head out from the bushes with her paws aiming for the right side of her mentors belly. When being in the air, she had her confidence as high up to the sky that she was almost drawing a smirk over her muzzle and her eyes looked like they where closed but she was really just focusing very hard.

[Froas]

ｓｏｆｔｐａｗ

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: hot ➝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: the glade ➝ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Crookedheart

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The young she cat sighed with relief as her mentor led her towards the water. The blazing sun made her pelt feel like it was on fire, but nothing a dip in the creek to cool off. She trotted beside her mentor as the both waled over to the creek. She lapped up some water before wading in up t her shoulders. The cool water felt amazing on her burning fur. "Well if you'd like, we could keep training or go on a quick hunt, it doesn't matter to me" Softpaw said as she pulled herself from the water and tried to shake the water from her fur.

ｍｉｎｔｆｒｏｓｔ

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: happy ➝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: nursery ➝ ᴡɪᴛʜ: thunderflame & foxpool

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Mistfrost passed through into the nursery, and walked over to Foxpool, examining her. As the tom finished his sentence, the white she-cat looked at him flattered. She smiled at the compliment the tom had given her; it's not often she gets them, being the medicine cat. Well I am kinda hungry, if you don't mind getting me something I'd be grateful"the she cat said. She hadn't really thought about food until Thunderblaze brought it up, which her belly responded with loud grumble.

[luxray;]

{ wait, i'm confused. Is there a queen spot open? It's not under the 'not accepting' section, but there isn't a slot titled open... }}

[tuft.]

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Age› 35 moons
Gender› Tom
Rank› Warrior
Status› Single
Apprentice› Softpaw
Tags› Softpaw

Crookedheart sat at the water's edge while Softpaw soaked, only dipping his paws in the cooling liquid. He lowered his head and drank some of the water before looking at his apprentice and nodding. "If it isn't a high priority for you to learn to fight, I'd much rather put it off a while longer, myself." he admitted. "Combat is not my forte as far as teaching goes." Flicking his tail, he stood and padded a few steps away before looking over his shoulder at her. "A quick hunt and then you'll be free for the day." he purred, trotting away from the stream.



[[ Taiyo had only one Queen position listed from the beginning. Not sure if that means it's not possible to make another, or what. Sorry. =/

[Froas]

ｓｏｆｔｐａｗ

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: hot ➝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: the glade ➝ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Crookedheart

∞

The apprentice nodded as she shook the water from her coat. Well food does sound nice... we can continue this later she thought to herself as she voiced her opinion out loud. " Well we can put it off for a while longer, and a hunt sounds nice" she said. That mouse had gotten her through the training session and she was just about ready to lay in her nest and take a long nap.

[bri']

{{ Finally got my characters done. Sorry they're a bit under developed at the moment: they're brand new characters. Also, could I reserve the name Robinheart (For Delilah if she ever becomes a member of the clan), and the name Tigerblaze, for when Tigerpaw becomes a warrior? }}

✴Name Tigerpaw.
{{Warrior name to be Tigerblaze}}
✴Age 8 moons.
✴Gender Male.
✴Rank Apprentice.
✴Clan Flightclan.
✴Mate None.
✴Kits None.
✴Kin None he is in contact with.
✴Eyes Dark Amber.
✴Coat Long, ginger fur.
✴Build Muscular frame.
✴Distinct Markings Small scar on his nose.
✴Personality Tigerpaw is your typical active,
playful, and troublesome young apprentice. He's
eager to get out of camp or to play with the other
apprentices, and is aspiring to one day become a
great warrior. The young tabby doesn't think much
of consequences before breaking little rules or
rushing into a situation headlong. On top of that,
he is easily distracted and impatient on occasion
as well as competitive. All in all, this little spitfire
can be categorized as a mentor's nightmare.
✴History Tigerpaw was born to a loner she-cat
named Jezebel, and given the name Sammy. Born
along with him, was a cream she-cat named Lily.

Jezebel raised the two kits for a few moons, until she was able to partially wean them off of milk. Never having been good with responsibility, Jezebel dropped her kits off as soon as she saw an easy out. One night, the mother brought Sammy and Lily to the border of Flightclan, where she left them. Unfortunately, the two kits had been left outside in the middle of leaf-bare, and were freezing by the time they were found by Flightclan's dawn patrol the next morning. Upon their arrival, the two were accepted into the clan and given their clan names. Sammy was dubbed Tigerkit, for the dark trabby stripes he bared, and Lily was renamed Lilykit. Not even a day later, Lilykit began to develop a cough and started to weaken over the course of a few days. She was diagnosed with a case of green-cough and passed away shortly after. Two moons after losing his sister, Tigerkit reached 6 moons of age and was made into an apprentice and given the name Tigerpaw. Life went on as usual after that. Tigerpaw trained and did his daily chores, eventually getting over the loss over his sister and returning to his hyper and playful self.
✴Physical Description Tigerpaw, when he was younger, was a paler orange with darker stripes than he currently has. As he ages, his pelt seems to get brighter and his stripes fade. As an apprentice right now, Tigerpaw is a basic orange with very light tabby stripes. His nose and pads are a light pink, and his eyes are a dark amber. Tigerpaw has semi-long fur with a soft, fluffy feel to it, and a long, but muscular build.

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➳ Name Delilah.
➳ Age 32 moons.
➳ Gender Female.
➳ Rank Loner.
➳ Clan None.
➳ Mate None.
➳ Kits None.
➳ Kin None she is
currently in contact with.
➳ Eyes Light brown.
➳ Coat Long fur, mostly
white with brown on her
tail and head.
➳ Build Average frame.
➳ Distinct Markings None.

➳ Personality Delilah is a bit snarky at times, but over all has a friendly demeanor. She's been a loner for the majority of her life, and therefore isn't used to having to socialize with other felines often. Because of this, Delilah might be a bit awkward when making small talk or when needing to offer support or advice. She tries to distance herself from others emotionally. She's calm and collective and good in a stressful situation. In addition to that, Delilah refuses to take crap from anyone. And if someone does give her crap, she can give just as good as she gets.
➳ History Delilah was born alongside two brothers, named Bubba and Jay, to a kittypet named Queenie, and was fathered by a stray whom she never met. Unfortunately, Queenie's owners were not equipped to handle more than one cat for any extended period of time, and so they gave all three kits away to an animal shelter. Upon arrival, all three kits were quickly adopted out to different families. Delilah did well in her new home for a few weeks, now at the age of two moons old, when her owners began to be angry with her for reasons she didn't understand. They remained this way for several days, the day often ending in Delilah being hit or kicked. Finally, her owners put her into a cardboard box and loaded her into one of their metal monsters. They drover her a long ways away from their home and left her on the side of the road, before leaving. Delilah was unaware that her people weren't coming back, and so she waited in the box for hours until hunger got the better of her and she began to call out loudly for someone to find her. Another hour or two passed, and Delilah had cried herself hoarse. Finally, though, a stray cat found her box and consoled the kit, before taking her somewhere with proper shelter. The stray was a she-cat named sugar. She took Delilah in and raised her for a few moons. After Delilah reached about 6 or 7 months of age, Sugar began to take the young feline out to teach her out to take care of herself. Unfortunately, on one of their outings, Sugar was trying to steal a bit of roadkill off of the thunderpath, when a monster hit and killed her. Delilah, having seen it all, ran out to her mentor and narrowly avoided being squashed herself. Delilah was devastated by the loss, but knew that there was nothing that she could do for Sugar. Now on her own, Delilah tried her hardest to survive without the help of her adoptive mother, acquiring good fighting and hunting skills along the way. Having no trust in humans or anything human related, Delilah left the city in favor of living in the forest. Life has been hard and unforgiving for Delilah, and probably always will be. She's spent her last 24 moons living alone in the forest and traveling, only occasionally running into another cat. Now 32 moons old, the loner has stumbled onto the territory of a large group of cats, called a clan, that she never new could have existed before. Instead of leaving the area right away like she initially thought she should do, the she-cat opted to stick around for a little while...
➳ Physical Description Delilah is a rather pretty she-cat when she has the time to stop and properly clean her pet. She is of average size and build, though looks a bit larger because of her thick fur. Delilah's pelt is mostly white with patches of dark brown tabby fur on her face, ears, and tail. Her nose and pads are a very light pink, and her eyes are a dark, chocolate brown that match the spots on her fur. When she gets the chance to properly clean her fur, it's downy soft, but when it hasn't been groomed for a day or two, it tends to get dingy and coarse.

❀Name Sweetfoot
❀Age 23 moons.
❀Gender Female.
❀Rank Warrior.
❀Clan Flightclan.
❀Mate None.
❀Kits None.
❀Kin None she is in contact with.
❀Eyes Pale green.
❀Coat Short, dilute caliby .
❀Build Petite frame.
❀Distinct Markings She has a notch on the left side
of her left ear.
❀Personality Sweetfoot is true to her name:
she's sweet as can be. She's nice and kind, and never

hesitates to do something nice for someone else. This makes her a bit vulnerable too, though, as it wouldn't be hard to take advantage of her sugary personality. In addition, Sweetfoot doesn't enjoy fighting all that much and isn't very good at it anyways. Instead, she usually focuses all of her time on hunting, something at which she is extremely adept at even for being a young warrior.

❀History Sweetfoot was born and raised in Flightclan. Her mother was a queen named Larksong, and her father was a warrior called Frogpounce. She was an only kit, and lost her father soon after she'd turned 5 months. He had passed away after receiving a large gash during a hunt. He had refused to have the Medicine cat treat the wound, and so it became infected and later killed him. After Frogpounce passed away, Larksong began to grieve and sank into a deep depression, forgetting most of the time that she even had a kit to take care of. Because of this, Sweetfoot was taken care of by another queen residing in the nursury at the time, and she began to distance herself from her mother. When Sweetfoot was 9 moons old and already an apprentice, Larksong passed away. Sweetfoot was sad, having lost both of her parents in a small span of time, but it wasn't long before she returned to normal, soon after completing her apprenticeship and becoming a full warrior.
❀Physical Description Sweetfoot is a rather pretty she-cat with a small, petite frame and a soft, short pelt. Her fur is grey and cream with a tabby pattern, also known as a dilute caliby. Her nose and pads are a light pink and her eyes are a pale green. The only noticeable scar she has is a small notch taken out of the left side of her left ear.

[Taiyo]

(( accepted! :'3 will reserve those names! Jayfrost will be mentoring Tigerpaw.

will post soon c':

*edit* whoops! didn't notice Shadowpaw :O! She's accepted too and her mentor will be Thunderflame! x3 ))

[bri']

{{ Thank you ^_^ I'll read back a few pages and get up to speed, then post later tonight. }}

[tuft.]

{ wait, i'm confused. Is there a queen spot open? It's not under the 'not accepting' section, but there isn't a slot titled open... }}

Just reiterating Maes' question in case you didn't see it, Taiyo. ]]

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Age› 35 moons
Gender› Tom
Rank› Warrior
Status› Single
Apprentice› Softpaw
Tags› Softpaw

Nodding, the large, black and white tom lead the way deeper into the woods, glancing back from time to time to make sure his apprentice was following. Eventually, he crouched low and positioned himself behind a bush through which a relatively large rabbit could be seen. He glanced at Softpaw with serious eyes. "This is quite a rare sight." he whispered. "Use what you've learned about hunting to help me catch it." Rabbits were skittish, and Crookedheart had doubts they'd be successful in killing this one. Regardless, it would be good practice for his young apprentice.

[Froas]

ｓｏｆｔｐａｗ

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: hot ➝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: the glade ➝ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Crookedheart

∞

Softpaw dug into her thoughts then remembered exactly how Crookedheart taught her to catch rabbits, which was usually tricky if you were alone. She went into a crouching position and crept around the rabbit, getting a few fox-lengths away from it's face. She saw it's ears swivel in her direction and wriggle it's nose as if it had caught sent of her. Before it could run off, she exploded out of the bushed, hoping that the large hare would run in the exact opposite direction, and straight into her mentor's claws. I hope I'm doing this right...