Posts by onceuponatime_theend

Traits: I am a a glossy furred tom with serene eyes and a torn right ear. I can be really awkward and put my foot in my mouth a lot, but I am a good fighter.

History: My mentor has been abusive to me but I have been too afraid to say or do anything.

Tulippaw stalked through the woods, angry enough to spit. Those thrice-accursed WindClanners saying that he was weak! Just because he wasn't as fast as they were, chasing hares and having races... He spat angrily, his pale fur bristling. Defecting was infinitely better than staying with thosr mangy, no-good batch of kits!
This line of thought in mind, he waited at the DarkClan border, tail twitching angrily as he waited for a border patrol to pass.
((Good? uwu))

((Aww, hell. I'll go find another thread.))

Tail whipping side-to-side in anxiety, the black tom paced on the spruce branch. How could he have been made a mentor? Him? Teaching an apprentice?! It - it would never work! He had no clue what to do, how to act...
There was a short pause in his thoughts as he gripped the branch with his claws while it wobbled dangerously. Bouncing settled, he continued his worried pacing.
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Not too long after, the sun had gone down to no more than a tail-length from the earth. With a sigh and a moment to muster his courage for the upcoming task, Raventhorn leaped down to the ground and began making his way back to camp.

Shatterpaw trotted up beside the deputy, craning his head slightly to look up at her. "Wouldja like any help?" the apprentice questioned. He figured that the deputy would know best what needed to be done to fix the camp.

Tulippaw stalked through the woods, angry enough to hiss. The thrice-accursed WindClanners saying that he was weak! Just because he wasn't as fast as they were, chasing hares and having races... He spat angrily, his pale fur bristling. Defecting was infinitely better than staying with those mangy, no-good batch of kits!
This line of thought in mind, he waited at the DarkClan border, tail twitching angrily and eyes narrowed as he waited for a border patrol to pass.

The cream tom sat up straight, striving for a self-confident and elite posture. "I wish - " and here he winced as his voice cracked. Continuing with a growl of self-annoyance - "I wish to join DarkClan! I have left my born WindClan and travelled here, as I've heard of the skilled prowess that all DarkClanners possess. I desire something more than the simplistic reliance on speed that WindClan provides." Short speech finished, Tulippaw's posture slumped considerably, though he instantly straightened it to almost his previous, regal posture.

"T-thank you!" Tulippaw exclaimed. He coughed in slight embarassment, visibly reverting to a more refined self, and continued. "What do I need to say to swear my loyalty?"

This is it! he crowed mentally. My chance...to be someone special. To be worth something. He nodded thoughtfully and confidently, an internal creed writing itself as he took the oath.

I vow, to myself and to StarClan, to serve my Clan as my leader sees fit, to respect every member of the Clan from the tinest kit to the oldest elder, to fight to the death against those who wish to harm us - and against WindClan, that mangy traitor-Clan. I vow that I shall see no duty or cat as beneath me, and I vow to keep my Clan healthy, fed, and safe. This is my new code.

"I, Tulippaw, swear my loyalty to DarkClan and promise to serve it until the day I die." His voice was soft and deep, no sign of a crack and sincerity ringing in every word.
"...thank you."

Tulippaw's tail lashed at Riddlesong's sneer, though Shadowcraft beat him to reprimanding her. "Thank you again," he chuckled. See, WindClan? he questioned vindictively. That is how you treat rude Clanmates!

He heated slightly under the leader's question. Though he knew he'd have to give his name eventually he'd purposely put off that half of the question. The tom didn't exactly have the most mascukine of names, and that paired with his lack of WindClan speed meant that...well, he hadn't exactly been the most popular apprentice.
Fighting down his insecurity, he lifted his head. It was his name, and he wouldn't allow himself to feel ashamed of it.
"I'm known as Tulippaw, and yes, Shadowcraft, I would love a tour."

Tulippaw thought for a moment, pensive. Which would be better to start with? Maybe the borders, so I don't cross them by accident...
"Borders, please." he mewed. The tom stood, ready to follow the deputy, when a thought struck him.
"Sorry, I haven't caught your name yet. What was it?"

"Shadowcraft..." he murmured to himself, not wanting to forget it. The tom followed beside and one step behind the deputy. All of the...undergrowth in the forest was unfamiliar, as were the trees and the lack of open space. His ears folded back slightly, not sure whether he liked being closed in, though he did admit that the new scents and sounds were tantalizing.
In front of both of them, something small rustled in the bushes. Unsure of what it was, Tulippaw froze, looking to Shadowcraft. If he was lucky it would be prey, and he would get to see how DarkClanners hunted.

Curious, Tulippaw padded forward and gently poked the squirrel with a claw. "What is it?" The prey was brown and fluffy, and it had an exceptionally long tail. He thought he'd seen a few on the ThunderClan border, but had no idea what exactly they were.
That crouch was...interesting. It was barely taught in WindClan - you just needed speed for rabbits. He'd have to get Shadowcraft to teach him later.

Tulippaw nodded slowly, filing that away mentally. "Shall we take that squirrel back to the Clan before we go by the borders?" In leafbare food was probably scarce... He kneaded the ground slightly - it was cold through his thin pelt.

The tom chuckled at the mumbled word and then followed, enamoured by all the new scents and scenes. Everything was just so new!
And before long, they began to cross frequently-traveled areas. The ground was ripe with scents of the Clans and Tulippaw often dipped his head to take a sniff, trying to suss out particular smells. The cats didn't smell of open air and gorse anymore; he wasn't quite sure what the smell was.

Shrinking back from the entrance, Tulippaw flattened his ears and shook his head silently while watching the entrance. No way am I going through that! He didn't know how Shadowcraft could make his way through it - surely it wasn't big enough for a cat?

"If there's not too many cats, may I too?" The newcomer padded in from the edge of camp, where he'd been watching everything take place. I have to admit, Tulippaw thought to himself, they're pretty impressive.

"I'm Tulippaw, by the way. You?" The cream tom cocked his head curiously, hoping she was someone friendly.

His fur spiked a little, he turned towards Shadowcraft. "I-is that the only way into camp? I don't see how you can even fit through it!" Tulippaw shifted on his paws, uneasy at the thought of going through such a small tunnel. He'd been through small spaces before, but only briefly and he knew exactly where they ended!

Tulippaw grinned at the Lab, remembering him as the first to let him into the Clan.