[ THUNDER/SHADOW BORDER ] . ground . z E r O .

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    [align=center][size=7pt]...who shot that arrow in your throat? who missed the crimson apple? it hung heavy on the tree above your head...[/size]


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    [size=99pt]Honeypaw[/size]


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    [font=Footlight MT Light][color=white]With a determined spark in the red tabby's bright amber eyes, soft thumps could be heard as a small lithe apprentice made it's way through the underbrush. Yet, this was no ordinary apprentice; this was Honeypaw, apprentice of Brassstar! Or, that's how Honeypaw saw it anyway.


    Ferns rustling with each step the red tabby took, Honeypaw couldn't help but feel pride slowly rising at the thought that this was her territory; ThunderClan's. That was, until her sensitive nose was assulted by the horrid smell of another clan; and based off Honeypaw's knowledge, it must have been ShadowClan.


    Well, Honeypaw wasn't going to let any ShadowClanner take a step on ThunderClan! Fur bristled, the red tabby slowly began to slink toward the assulting smell. Honeypaw, thought unaware of it, was soon at the edge of the border; tail raised to mark ThunderClan scent.


    [muse = dead. Dx sorry for the suckish post.]


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    [size=2]Zeropaw | Phoenixstar's Apprentice | Tom[/size]

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    [size=2]Eyes focused on the bundle of fur rustling in the bulrushes ahead, the apprentice didn't even dare to blink as the breeze did crazy swoops around him. With the chill of leaf-bare on the horizon, prey had slowly become scarcer and scarcer. This plump squirrel would be a great addition and change for the normal Shadowclan diet. As the breeze pushed the wafting, warm scent of the prey closer to Zeropaw, the caramel brown tom began to stalk.[/size]


    [size=2]Sticking close to the shadows, the focused apprentice moved ever closer, each pawstep silent on the marshy ground. Keeping his balance centered, he stopped right in front of the prey. With the wind still on his side, a gleam of victory flamed through his wide, violet eyes as claws met flesh. Killing the struggling squirrel quickly, he gentily arched his neck to pick up the delicacy. [/size]


    [size=2]A soft rustle alerted Zeropaw. Pivoting around, Phoenixstar's apprentice caught sight of Honeypaw. A flicker of surprise reached him. Seconds later, the prey had been dropped and Zeropaw had his maw bared, snarling and half crouched.[/size]


    [size=2][eh..failed muse.][/size]

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    [size=99pt]Honeypaw[/size]


    [size=7pt]. . . who shot that arrow in your throat? who missed the crimson apple? it hung heavy on the tree above your head


    this chaos, this calamity, this garden was once perfect; . . .


    give your immortality to me i'll set you up against the stars . . .[/size]


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    Utter shock set into the red tabby as she realized that there was another cat there; and he was definitely not ThunderClan. Lips curling to what was to be snarl, the she-cat slowly placed a paw behind her for extra support. After all, what if this tom pulled off something funny?


    Whiskers twitching, the kit sized apprentice had to bite her tongue and repeatedly remind herself that slaughtering him is not what StarClan wants. Eyes narrowed, Honeypaw spat in her most cruel tone she could muster;


    "You there! Who are you and where do you think you're going?[color=#FBF203]!"


    [size=2]"Why so angry? I have not crossed the border, only on a mere hunt," Zeropaw inquired as his snarl faded and turned into a blank slate of nothing. Perhaps he was annoyed that somebody had interrupted his hunt, but the apprentice sure didn't let that show. Instead, he remained his cool and merely stood, tail wrapped around his paws, waiting for Honeypaw's response.[/size]