Posts by UndeadToymaker

The ThunderClan Apprentice twitched his ears as a first response to his mentor's greeting. "Hi Leaffrost. It's going well today, I think,"he trailed off, looking around camp and then glancing over his graceful form. The young cat smirked and looked back at his mentor, bright eyes and voice confirming: "I don't have any scratches or scars yet, so I'm okay."

He swayed his tail at the proposal of training and catching prey, and he snorted in good-humor. "Tch! I just woke up," he teased, stretching each limb. He was ready, of course. But what fun is there to being an apprentice and training too much or just enough, or getting teased my your mentor, if you can't complain to them?

Thrushpaw gazed at Flashpaw. "Just stating my mind, if you'd allow such to happen,"he murmured to her, leaning close to the silvery grey tabby, before stepping back to Hawkpaw's flank.

Thrushpaw finished grooming his ruddy pelt as the kit backed out, and he himself rose to his paws now, picking his way out of the Apprentice's Den. "Hmm, Thant seems a fair enough reason. Others would act as if you'd stepped on their tail, though."he observed aloud, nodding to the younger tom.

The Apprentice bent his frame low so that his broad chest brushed the ground and he reached with his claws for some imaginary thing just beyond his reach. When he rose to his full height again - he wasn't exactly the biggest tom for his age, in fact, he was a bit small - he stretched each limb before addressing the kit again.

ThunderClan is such a big Clan... It's no wonder I don't know this little tom much.

"I'm Thrushpaw, by the way. I haven't heard much of you, so... what's you name?"

The Bengal flattened his ears, struggling with the nerves in his body, now sizzling with anger and pity... and pain. The blue-green eyed cat's eyes narrowed and his tail twitched, but he said nothing for a long time.

He finally looked up at Pinefrost. "Shouldn't you be the one in control, here?" Thrushpaw snapped, hissing. He turned his mottled back on his litter-mates and touched his nose to Hawkpaw's ear. "I'm sorry, Hawkpaw," The ruddy Bengal whispered, so softly that only Hawkpaw would hear - he himself barely heard his own words.

OOC: I know right? Who knows. They're still kittens.

The tom chuckled to himself, but lingered for a bit as a yawn parted his jaws when Leaffloat began to move away. His bright eyes caught sight of Cherrytail as she moved for the fresh-kill pile, not even acknowledging her own kit.

Cherrytail...

The ruddy Bengal flattened his ears at the tight not of pity and grief that had been in his heart and stomach for as long as he could remember. The quickly turned away, following Leaffloat with a last glance over his broadening shoulders at the she-cat whom he was born to, before rushing off entirely for his Mentor.

"Hey! Wait up!" he yowled, throat tightening a bit as well. Great StarClan, Thrushpaw... get a grip!he thought, paws drumming the ground.

OOC: Oh hai mom *Thushpaw*

OOC: Sorreh.

IC:

Hearthkeep: waiting.

Thrushpaw nodded his approval. "Nice name,"he mewed.

The Bengal cat tipped his head, craning his neck to observe his mottled ruddy fur. He knew exactly how old he was. His fur was still kit-fluffy, but was being rem\placed with smooth, luxurious fur with a bit of a sheen to it. He tuned back to Legendarykit, flicking an ear and giving an oddly shy look.

"Seven moons old."

OOC: *Thrushpaw* Wait... damp? what?

Thrushpaw glared at his half-sibling, and helped Hawkpaw up, before returning to cleaning out the nests in the nursery. He felt as heavy as lead, and not knowing where to turn for help was maddening.

The fiery-pelted Bengal nodded numbly, trying to pull himself out of the ditch that his mother's sighting had caused him to be dragged in.

"Thanks, Leaffloat," the young ThunderClan cat mewed, "It means a lot."

That was the truth. Perhaps Leaffloat could e the one he could go to.

Thrushpaw's head shot up as they continued away and out of camp. His ears where held erect and his jaws parted. Soon enough, on the roots of an older oak, a squirrel had it's back to him, and was eating something. He looked up at the silver tabby longhair.

Rounded ears that tapered to a point flattened against Thrushpaw's skull, and he chuckled. "Yeah... I only became an apprentice last moon," the Bengal churned, licking his shoulder to diminish his shy embarrassment about his age in comparison to the kit's.

Thrushpaw perked his ears, and he became the cat he was when he had woken up a few moments ago. "Sure, I don't see why not."

Besides, you're probably what I need right now anyways. My kin have started to turn their backs on one another.

The Bengal cat purred and gave a smile. "It could be the best thing we've ever done."

The older tom smiled and nodded, rising to his paws. "Perhaps we'll train together soon, I have to go find Leaffloat, my mentor."

The red, black-marked tom began to bound away, but he unsheathed his claws and skid to a stop. He turned around and faced Legendarykit from afar. "I'll catch you later, okay?"

The Bengal summoned yesterday's lesson in his mind, thinking it over, and then clearing his mind entirely. The sleek red cat, nicknamed "tiger" by his own mentor, slid into a crouch, pulling his ears back against his head and straightened his tail out behind him, though keeping it loose.

His forepaws moved forward, and the rest of him followed, moving sensuously as he stalked, his bright eyes wide and unblinking. When he got to a manageable distance, Thrushpaw sprung forward, using his strong hind legs to propel him like a bullet.

Grass and soil stirred from where he was, and he landed squarely on the squirrel. Under his paws it squirmed, and Thrushpaw decidedly ended it's life with a bite to the spine.

OOC: Thank you, Tia.

IC:

Hearthkeep stood up and observed the kits for a while longer, then brushed past the others in the den, hurrying out into the clearing, looking for the tom called Sarign, their leader-like figure.

Little squirmed at her mother's belly, her sandy tabby fur drying more as she suckled eagerly at Tia's milk.

if you could, may i have a link to her bio and an update on her life and past?

At the sight of Sarign, Hearthkeep stiffened, then quickly padded to him. "Sarign?"

Hearthkeep nodded and moved to the flank of Sarign. "Do you need to be supported?... Or are you fine? We'll need to get to the Medicine Pillars' Den."

Okay. thank you. XD Am I accepted?