Posts by Sunidala

[font=georgia] Though he had just been about to go on a brief hunt, Acornpaw decided it could wait when he saw both Turtlepaw and Lemonlime standing together in a little clearing near camp. The tom padded quickly forward, smiling as he looked at both of them. He was glad that everyone seemed to be in better spirits these days - he suspected that the weather had something to do with it. In any case, as soon as Acornpaw glanced at the lovely flower tucked behind Turtlepaw's ear, he couldn't help but kinda metaphorically drop his jaw a bit. She looked quite pretty, and Acornpaw wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do with that. Should he compliment her? Oh, wait - Lemonlime just did. Well, it was probably okay, then.

"Yeah, definitely. You look good with it." He mewed, grinning. "Where did you find them? I bet it would look good on me too." Acornpaw joked, smiling lightly.

[font=georgia] Acornpaw entered the area, listening to the announcements with interest. The names that Benedict spoke of were mostly unfamiliar to him - or rather, the cats being demoted were. He did somewhat know the others, and he felt a burst of happiness for them. He knew they would all serve the Clan well with their abilities. Looking around, he could register a vaguely agreeable aura coming from the Clan - most were congratulating the promotees, though a few seemed a little less than full-hearted.

Especially in the case of Rhymekit, but who could blame her? The she-kit had been through way too much, and the fact that she was in good humor at all was commendable. The tom sent her a little smile from across the Camp, hoping she would see it and somehow understand what he thought of her. "Congratulations, everyone."

[font=georgia] Taking a deep breath of mineral scent, Acornpaw slid into the tunnel, fully ready to relax. This whole territory was beginning to show more and more surprises - pleasant ones, too. The rush of the waterfall echoed in the base of his ears, vibrating beneath his paws. Everything around him seemed to release an aura of peace and contention, as if a piece of StarClan had fallen to the ground and made its place here. The apprentice let it all roll over him for a second, inhaling slowly, then exhaling into the warm air.

As he came closer, he noticed Lemonline staying back from the water a few feet. He wondered why she didn't just try to get in - maybe she thought it was cold or something? The tom padded to the edge of the water, then he dived in, his fur slicking down as he entered. A sigh escaped him at the first touch, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. This was purely amazing. After a couple seconds, Acornpaw looked up at Lemonline, a friendly expression on his face.

"Come on in! You've got to try this - its really shallow, and it feels absolutely wonderful." He purred.

[font=georgia] Acornpaw tried to hide a triumphant grin as Lemonline hopped into the water. He was entirely pleased that the she-cat took his advice, and he emphasized this by stroking around a couple of times. The water was so nice on his fur, melting his muscles into a little pile of goo. Another plus seemed to be that a whole bunch of cats were taking the awesome opportunity to relax. Everyone certainly needed it after the bitter winter they had recently faced.

With a toss of his wet head, Acornpaw swam towards Cerulean, ripples following him everywhere he went. "Hey! You up for a race?" He asked, knowing he would likely lose but in the mood for it anyhow.

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[font=georgia] Acornkit appreciated her genuine answer - a lot of cats would have lied and said otherwise. Personally, he never had much of an issue with heights. They always made him feel... powerful somehow. As if the higher he went, the farther away he was from any problems he had on the ground. Though his friend did have a good point - what if you forgot how to fly or something in mid-air? That would be just awful. He wasn't sure if it was worth the view, and he always felt that running really fast was the best kind of freedom anyhow.

"Yeah," He mewed, smiling. "It'd be really strange to be in a bird's body, too. Can you imagine not having fur or claws? I guess a whole bunch of people who have to go through the reincarnation thing know what its like. Maybe I'll ask one of them sometimes." He remarked, still staring out into the rain. The droplets knew exactly what was going to happen to them - they would fall from the sky, sink into the ground, then rise up to do the same thing. They never had to worry about what was to come, what was behind them, and what was. All they had to do was - fall.

"What do you think the point of all this is?" He asked suddenly, turning to Lilykit with a strange look in his eyes. "I mean - all this. Hunting, becoming a warrior. Living. What's the point? Not - not like I don't want to live. But, what's it all leading up to?" Acornkit winced at his wording, hoping that he wasn't asking too many questions.

[font=georgia] Acornpaw snorted, grinning mischievously at the group. With that, he tossed back his head like a diva, strutting forward a couple steps and blinking his non-existent eyelashes in a model fashion at them. "You really think so?" He asked in a high-pitched voice, whipping his tail back and forth with a huge smile on his face. "I think I should add some pink paint, too." Acornpaw remarked, then he turned back to Turtlepaw, shaking his head.

"But in all seriousness, you do look quite fabulous with the flower. Good for you, rolling with the trend." He mewed with a smile, nodding towards her.

[font=georgia] "How 'bout from here to... right under the waterfall?" He suggested, excited at the idea. He wiggled around a little, coming to stand right next to the lab. "Whenever you're ready."

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[font=georgia] Acornpaw came to attention as soon as his mentor arrived, a half-bleary smile on his face. He couldn't believe this was actually happening - he finally would be getting his (second) chance to go out of Camp. With a deep breath, the tom looked up at Dirk, mentally jumping around a little before calming himself. He had to be a good student - he wasn't about to disappoint his mentor. He certainly didn't want him to regret it, that was for sure. "Good morning!" Acornpaw chirped, wondering if he should call him 'sir'. Would it be too formal? Or would it make him seem polite? "What are we going to be doing today?"

[font=georgia] "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sinead." Acornkit mewed, dipping his head in return. "Do you guys want to just hit a tree and figure it out ourselves?" He suggested, nodding towards an oak behind the Apprentice's den.

//rushed

[font=georgia] Acornpaw rushed in, ready to attempt the event. What an excellent experience this would be! The tom never had any issues with heights, and he had always wondered what it would like to be way up there. Chocolate fur sticking up with anticipation, Acornpaw padded into the clearing, a light smile on his maw. "Anyone interested in being on my team?" He called out, looking for people he could recruit.

/mobile

[font=georgia] Acornpaw lowered himself on his haunches, wiggling his hind legs a tad. Here goes nothing, he thought with a smirk, glancing over at his opponent. [b]"Set..."

[4]

[font=georgia] There was nothing better than a new day. Opening his eyes to the cushioned blue sky above, Acornpaw let out a soft sigh, rising to his paws. Last night had been one of the most exciting he had in a while - chasing a rabbit all the way around the territory, then going on to find a little flock of 'em crouched in their dens like, well, a pair of rabbits. It had been a great find, and taking them down had been a breeze, especially after he realized they were only babies.

The rabbits still lay beside him, slightly cold now. By the time he had finished his work, he had decided to take a little nap under one of the pine trees, sinking blissfully into oblivion. Now, he was ready to head back to Camp and drop off his kill. The tom slunk down into a luxurious stretch, a feeling of bone-deep peace running through him. The only thing that would be absolutely lovely would be if the headache gnawing at the back of his skull would go away.

Acornpaw leaned down, grabbing the freshkill by the ankles. He turned to walk back to camp, fighting the urge to yawn and drop everything on the ground. Great Starclan, but he really had a headache. It was as if his brain was threatening to implode from the inside, like some worm was there. He quickly shook off the notion, padding forward with slightly drunken steps.

The world began to blur at the edges, and he scowled, pausing to regain his balance. What was even - "Aghh." He let out a little moan, collapsing on the ground. Everything felt like it was going numb, some dull film sliding over his skin line a thin chain. Acornpaw tried to fight it, wincing and closing his eyes. The whole area seemed to pulse with white and gray, flipping upside down and inside out until suddenly -

Please do stop trying to fight this. It's making it very difficult for me. A drowsy voice murmured from within Acornpaw. The tom flinched - or would have, if he had any control over his muscles. He managed to get out a garbled sound before his throat closed off, his entire body completely paralyzed. With horror, the apprentice watched as his paws began to move without his permission, as if someone else - as if -

Who are you? He demanded internally, trying to hide the fear in his thoughts.

That take all the fun out of it. But I suppose you can call me Archive. The voice replied, and Acornpaw swore he could hear a smirk in it. Now, let's get back to your Camp, shall we? We have a lot of work to do. And don't try to reach out to anyone, is that clear? Any attempts shall result in your mind being crushed. I don't feel a great lot of strength in that field.

Archive lifted Acornpaw's body off the ground, flexing the claws and beginning to establish balance in the body. He hoped he could run into someone, if only to test the merit of the cats around him.

[font=georgia] Acornpaw beamed as he recognized Cerulean, pleased that she wanted to join his team. "Awesome!" He purred, trotting over to stand next to her. "I look forward to not falling off the rocks with you." He mewed, laughing lightly.

[font=georgia] Acornpaw tossed himself forwards, swimming with just about the worst form imaginable. He literally flailed within the water, but he was having too much fun to notice, the sheer thrill of the swim driving forwards. He was just about to catch up to Cerulean, and maybe if he was lucky pass her up, when she stubbed her paw. Immediately pausing, Acornpaw halted in the water besides her, coming up to grab some air. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking over her with concern.

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[font=georgia] Acornpaw struggled within the limits of his mind to somehow control his body, but was struck down by a force once again. My dear Acornpaw, I already warned you not to do such things. There will be consequences every time you attempt this or speak. The voice murmured, sleepy and soft.

Archive looked out through Acornpaw's eyes, admiring his vision for a moment. It was much better than the ratty old loner's who he had previously possessed. Much more potential, indeed. The spirit contorted Acornpaw's face into a nasty grimace, something unfamiliar to the tom's features. "Who would ever want to place tag with you?"The spirit sneered, laughing a bit. "I'm just fine, my dear. I've been... reawakened." A grin spread on Acornpaw's face, distorted and ugly.

"I'm afraid I haven't seen Fernpaw, either." Archive added on, rolling his eyes. Acornpaw felt a burst of fury, and before he could stop himself, he began to silently speak. How dare you say something like that to her! She's been through enough. He snarled.

If you don't stop speaking, I may add injury to insult. Archive replied calmly. Acronpaw fell quiet, his consciousness lowering.

[font=georgia] Acornkit gazed at her with admiration in his eyes, hanging onto her every word. It perfectly answered his question - and left him some space to fill in the blanks. "It does." He agreed. "I think, I think what I would want - ah it sounds so silly." Acornkit mewed, laughing at himself. "And - I don't know, maybe selfish? But - I would want to leave, some kind of legacy. I love being, you know, a normal cat. Yet when - if, that is - anyone remembers me... I want them to... I don't know. See someone more than just another cat with a dull heart and blank face, you know? I think the worst thing in the world would be to be forgotten." The tom looked up shyly at Lilykit, smiling. "I think you are here for... for something great. More than, you know. The everyday cat. I think you're gonna leave a really amazing legacy."

Complete

[spoiler]A thousand colors bound beneath him,
Begging to be used
Dancing in his eyes
Tapping at his toes
Each clambering and hollering
Whispering and breathing
Of their perfection
The green boasts of endless fields
Of trees and springtime and joy
But the blue crowds in, speaking
Of quiet, lovely skies
The yellow pushes them both away
Proclaiming it owns the sun
‘Til the orange arrives
And they quarrel over dawn
While the rest grumble
Purple slides right in
Winking and murmuring
About majesty and mountains gray
In the end, he simply begins to
Laugh
For why choose just one?
And so, he takes a piece
Of fresh green grass
A shard of open skies
A beam of light from the sun
The masterpiece of dawn
In the end, he takes
The final little touch
And smears the grand mountains
Along with the rest

[font=georgia] Pleased with everyone's reactions, Acornkit raised his tail and grinned as widely as possible. "Off we go, then! Follow me." He mewed, beginning to trot towards the back of the apprentice's den. As he approached, he found that it was indeed the ideal tree for beginners. The bark had many crevices to sink your claws into, and the branches were low enough to hop around on. "Alright then, let's begin! Oh, and Sinead, you can just call me Acornkit - I'm probably younger than you anyways." The tom remarked, laughing gently and turning his focus to the tree. "Alright guys - how do we wanna approach this?"

[font=georgia] Acornpaw chuckled a bit as Twopaw made his remark. "We should start making a whole collection of accessories and stuff for the she-cats - or uh, other she-animals, I suppose." He mewed, grinning. "There'll be hats," He nodded to Thomas - "and necklaces, and crowns, and even some painting stuff. We'd have to keep it in a, a chest or something. For parties."

[font=georgia] Acornpaw smiled, relieved that she was okay. Worry briefly had taken him over - what if she had broken a leg or something, all because of his stupid racing idea? Anyhow, he was pretty pleased when she darted forwards again, though the feeling was quickly erased by his competitiveness. He continued forward, trying to aim his strokes a little more, but ending up just splashing everyone on his way to the waterfall. Eventually, he bumped into the back-wall, letting him know that he was there. The tom poked his head out of the water, gasping for breath and laughing in between. Of course, Cerulean had won, but that didn't matter. It had been pretty fun anyways. "Nicely done. We should have a rematch someday, when I learn how to swim." Acornpaw mewed between breaths, still giggling and grinning at the lab.