Posts by wildhorses12

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    Crowheart pushed himself up onto his paws as he looked down at the grooming apprentice with his ice blue gaze. He had already figured since he had had a long day with meeting the Thunderpath and the farm, that he wasn't fully ready to train for battling. But, since he just ate, maybe the feeling of being full would substitute the stress of meeting two completely opposite locations. Fangpaw needed water, even if he was not thirsty, along withhis meal. It would help hydrate him if the warrior decided to battle train him soon. The river that bordered Windclan and Riverclan was their next destination along the tour of the boundaries, anyways. It was a perfect coincidence.
    "We are going to the river. After we visit there, if you feel like it, we can do some battle training."

    Lionsong arched a brow worriedly over at Whiterose, his golden gaze eyeing the she-cat's fluffed up form. "Easy there. We come in peace."
    A chuckle vibrated in Sparrowtail's throat. "It's nice to meet you, Firestorm. I am Sparrowtail. And this big softy right here is Lionsong," she added, prodding him with her tail.
    The tom glanced down at her skeptically which only made the she-cat giggle more.

    Here is comparing them:


    Darkfoot: more nonverbal; best at speed, accuracy, stamina; is not very harsh; strict; atleast tries to be optimistic; works hard at training; patient; easily annoyed


    Bearclaw: more verbal; best at strength, power, and aggression; is very harsh; not very strict; speeds through his training; impatient; ignores pesty pricks*


    *Pesty pricks is another term for small little things that might annoy someone whose buttons are easily pushed, like Darkfoot's

    Mississippi loped along the wide stretch of meadows, wondering if anyone was out wondering amoung the golden plains. His brown eyes caught sight of a long mare grazing beside a stream and decided to go talk, since it had been so long since he had said anything to anyone. The stallion nickered as he picked up his gait, galloping over, his black mane and tail wiping in the breeze he reated as he ran. The bay paint slowed to a trot as he got closer, noticing the mare was an Arabian.
    "Hey, there." said Mississippi happily. He figured his southern accent was really srong, knowing that he was a Quarter Horse. "You don't know how long it's a been since I've seen somebody. Are ther' any others around, or's it just you?".


    OOC: My character's pic is my profile pic ^^

    Darkfoot and Bearclaw padded side by side over to the small group. Bearclaw caught sight of his apprentice and asked him while ignoring the others, "Are you ready to go?"
    Darkfoot lowered his haunches to ground and curled his cream-colored tail around his black paws. He kept quiet as the other warriors hissed and snapped at each other. He was only present because he was going out to training with his close friend and his new apprentice.

    Ravenstripe was padding through the woods on a hunt when he saw two warriors out of the corner of his eye. Deciding to take a break from his hunt that wasn't going so well, he padded over to them with a smile.
    "Hello, I'm Ravenstripe."

    Guess what? I have two Snowclan warriors with no apprentices. XD Coincidence, right? If you want either of them, just say so, but if you want another user to be your mentor, thats fine :)

    Crowheart couldn't help but note his apprentice's excited behavior. The black tom flicked his tail in a follow-me motion and simply said, "Come," before padding off along the edge of the forest where it met the farm's yard. A few paces later and the yard ended, revealing nothing but more forest. Soon, the river would come up, stopping them from moving on in that direction, but when they turned and followed alongside the river, a clearing would be not too far up ahead. A perfect spot for Crowheart to show Fangpaw some moves.
    The warrior continued padding through the forest, not yet hearing the water of the river. His ears twitched, making sure no foxes or badgers were out. An owl sitting perched on a branch above them hooted loudly, piercing the still air.

    The small she-cat thought to herself, pondering on the two choices. She looked up with her blue eyes after a minute of thinking and asked her mentor, "What are you in the mood to teach me? They both sound good to me right now."

    Crowheart nodded, even though he knew that Fangpaw couldn't see it.
    "Yes, there are many types of fish in the river. There are trout, brim, and crappie, the most commonly seen. But, there have been stories of larger fish, like catfish and bass, that have been seen swimming down the river. It is not common to see fish like catfish and bass, but I don't doubt the rumors." The warrior saw the river up ahead and continued padding towards it until he reached the bank of the water. Lowering his haunches to sit, he stretched his neck downwords and lapped at the cool water.