PUMPED UP KICKS [ open; hunting patrol ]

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    Time to get off his fat arse and not lay around with a bit of depression weighing him down, he twitched his whiskers digging his claws into the earth underneath him only to call with his matching amber eyes surveying the area "I'm holding a huntin patrol, so those interested c'mon over." This would be a good opportunity for the apprentices as well, he hoped that Rainwatcher would arrive since Grizzlybear was well aware of how the other was good at catching several fish, he saw it himself. He would stand there waiting patiently with both his ears angled forward and an exhausted smile tugging at his lips.

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border: 0px solid white; width: 455px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 122%; margin-top: -2px;]A hunting patrol. The apprentice paused when he heard the voice of his father call for a hunting patrol. He should go as he needed the training and he hadn't learned much in the way of hunting. He caught fish so clumsily and his messy catches usually scared the rest of the fish away. He allowed a small frown to pull at his muzzle before he forced himself to come forward and he narrowed his gaze lightly, though he could only see his father well from his green eye. Shifting just a bit he would sit down near the larger male and look to the side. "I...I will come." His low voice rasped out with a bit of gentle pain lingering in his throat.



    information — updated 4/10

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    Stagpaw
    it doesn't matter if they don't remember me, all that matters is i helped
    Appearance ; Male ; RiverClan Apprentice ; No Mentor

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    Stagpaw lifted his head at the sound of the scarred warrior's voice. His slender limbs carried him closer, rounds paws silent as he glided gracefully across the soil like a ghost. When he drew close enough to Tinypaw, lingering in the shadow of the other tom, he finally spoke, hollow, flickering gaze shining with emptiness. A hunting patrol? Hunting. Could he do that? He didn't have a mentor, but he had done it before.


    "Silent, slipping, grasping the dark, they cling in shadows because that's where the monsters hide, when they look up, black eyes wide, they see the teeth, and run with fright. Wild like prey, hoping, screaming inside, do their families miss them when they die?" Stagpaw paused, taking in a shuddering breath, his intense gaze wide as his claws curled into the dirt, shuffling the earth with jagged swirls. "Mother why didn't daddy come home? He went to get nuts by the willow tree and never returned." The flatness of the apprentice's tone betrayed no emotion, a vacant expression reflected within his burning eyes.
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    Asexual ; Mentally Naive ; Medium Difficulty ; Attack in this Color
    it isn't a riddle, i can say what i mean without you understanding
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    [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 455px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px;]Adderkit wanted to come along, and so that's what he planned to do. Adderkit bounded towards Grizzlybear and sat down, silently observing. It was normal for the peppered kitten to be silent, but it did bring a rather eerie vibe.

    [center][fancypost= 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]The dainty girl was quick to slide over. She let her emerald luminaries wander over those gather. She'd rather not be stuck on a patrol with a bunch of morons, but what was a girl to do if she wished to escape the boring confines of camp?


    Since she'd spent well over two moons here, the apprentice had honed and harnessed her natural skills. With practiced skills, she quickly became a mighty hunter, sharpening her senses to perfection. With the determination of a hawk and the agility of the swiftest of predators, Shalas became natural at trapping things, quick to catch up to her escaping prey and finishing them off with harsh, killing blows and well-placed bites.


    However, Shalas yearned for nothing short of perfection. She aimed to be the best, to be perfect, to refine her skills. The serval was too keen on bettering herself. What was already seen as extraordinary skill to others was something to be refined in Shalas eyes. In short, it was never enough.


    Long talons curled into the grass below as Shalas stalked over. Her eyes flickered. "I'm joining." She'd add firmly.


    [spoiler=tags - updated 4/15]
    GENERAL
    ☆ Shalas | Sha | female
    ☆ 11 moons | ages every 100 posts
    ☆ RiverClan | apprentice
    ☆ former kittypet


    RELATIONSHIPS
    ☆ single | no crush | open to relationships
    ☆ Homoromantic bisexual | leans towards females
    ☆ mentored by no one | no siblings
    ☆ npc x npc


    APPEARANCE
    ♕ African Serval [100%] [REF]
    - no injuries
    - Slim, lean and surprisingly fit. Shalas has a vibrant golden-yellow pelt, marked with ebony spots and stripes. She possesses striking angular features, with incredibly long legs that allow her to tower over others. She could be arguable the tallest in RiverClan clan, but despite this, she is rather short for her species. Her optics are a striking shade of jade. The serval also sports a crimson collar, surprisingly devoid of tags and well-fitting across her neck. She holds herself proudly. Dark and exotic.


    PERSONALITY
    · BOLD | CONFIDENT | SNARKY
    · SARCASTIC | SASSY | DISDAINFUL
    · HIGH-HORSED | HAUGHTY | PRIDEFUL
    · ELEGANT | WITTY | COLLECTED | WELL-VERSED
    · AMBITIOUS | LOYAL | RULE FOLLOWER
    · LIBERAL | SELF-ABSORBED


    INTERACTION
    ☆ PM for major injury, kill or capture
    ☆ medium physically, difficult mentally
    ☆ attack in bold, speaks in black
    ☆ self taught, sparsely trained

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    Grizzlybear was much too tired to understand what was going on though he only gave small nods to those there only to notice that Adderkit had arrived and it made him frown, the kitten couldn't tag along even if he would've wanted to bring the kit. He sighed quietly only to mew in a stern voice "Adderkit, go back ta'camp. The rest of you follow," If Adderkit did decide to follow then Grizzlybear would keep a close eye on him.

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    He had heard Grizzlybear's words of leading a hunting patrol. With a huff, he got up to his paws and shook out his long fur. He wasn't as young as he once use to be, but he recalled still being strong enough to preform the duties necessary for the clan. It'd been a while since he joined any type of patrol, so as he neared the group just as it was leaving, he called out his own gruff meow to signal that he was joining them. "I'll come along."


    Dark optics flew to each of the cats in front of him as he took up the end of the group, recognizing them but realizing he didn't know them. Of course he took notice of the kit,
    but it wasn't necessary to echo Grizzlybear in telling the kit to return to camp. He was sure that Adderkit would be fine as long as they kept an eye on him.

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    → The tabby was tempted to go along, to observe and participate with her clanmates. She began to follow the group, slowly, lingering in the back to make a quick exit if she needed to. However the small kitten silently sneaking along got her attention soon enough. Aspen was about to reach for his scruff and return him to his rightful place when Grizzly spoke up. Pursed her lips to keep in the laughter. "Adderkit, we can do something together at camp, if you like? Perhaps we could get the den ready for Cougartail when she becomes the next leader?" She would meow, trying to make the cleaning task sound like an adventure.

    ✦ — drinking from a salt water pond


    tags-april 7

    [center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px; width: 455px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px;]He expected to be shooed but even so that did not alter his decision. Adderkit was determined to do whatever he pleases, and it was rather clear that an order wouldn't do much to the quiet peppered kitten. Aspenberry caught his attention--with the whole cleaning offer. Although it peaked his interest, he didn't move or make a gesture towards the medicine cat. He wasn't trying to be rude, he just rarely spoke. He just turned back to Grizzlybear and attempted to walk past him, out of the camp. The main goal was to get out of camp, StarClan knows how boring and plain it can be, especially doing the same thing everyday for six moons. He'll have to wait another two.