Oh please, you lie. You write just as well, if not better, than I do, Starmz~! :)
I have her and another cat named Bastille (a tom). I might make him younger, but I... don't really know. Judging by Heaven's bio, you'd think she should be an incoming or a very recent present, at most.
Thanks for the kind words, both of you. n_n Haha~
Still. I've seen your bios, and I really like them. Especially Inkkit's, when I looked at it. Mimi didn't send me anything, no.
Yeah, probably. In that case, I might make Bastille older.
Oh, but how did you know I was a Pisces? Did Mimi tell you that? XD
Thanks! <3 <3
Geez, everyone has positions? I had no idea we could even ask.
Of course you can send me something. I don't mind. <3
Lol, I figured as much. :) That's awesome, bro. 
Ah, no... I wouldn't want to be a bother. :3
And man, yeah, this thread is moving really fast all of a sudden.
I believe this is done, so... BUMP~!
Hush, Starmz! XD It's not that great, haha! Thank you, though... <3
Either way, I finished it and filled in all the missing pieces.
...I would like to be in the running for Luck as well, but only if I'm fit for it at any point IC.
Of course. That's fine. I just thought I would say as much. I won't badger anyone about it.
What do you mean by that, Starmz? Deleted? D:
And yes, I got the PM. I shall read it right now. I just had to finish up Heaven's bio real quick. :3
Lmao, I wish I could, gah... ><
Very pretty and nice bio!
I just realized how close in age and appearance Heaven and Sonare Aria are! They are the same fur color and everything! XD What a cool coincidence!
I might make Heaven younger, to fit her bio more. Otherwise she's going to be an apprentice for longer than most, as she was taken without having learned much. But if I make her younger, her history doesn't line up with the current season (which, if I'm not mistaken, is greenleaf, yes?) So... I have no idea. XD
You're welcome!
And LOL, really? Man. You really love that bio.
I'm flattered, though, haha. I'm glad you liked it so much.
Do you think it would be okay if I just left it as is, then? I mean, she's almost close to the time when one becomes a warrior or whatever the case is, but... she doesn't know a lot other than maybe the bare basics, so she would be there a while.
Well, she does seem like that. But even the most perfect people (or, in this case, cats) have hidden flaws. They hide them on purpose. You could bring them out IC, and it'll be fine. <3!
I thought the same thing about Meadowkit. In fact, I still do. Her bio screamed, 'I LOVE EVERYTHING!' to me, when I didn't really want that effect, but, eh, oh well. >_>;;
Yes, I... was honestly working very diligently on it. I wanted to make a template, unlike on my other bios. And so I did. And it seemed to go over quite well, lol! I'm doing the same for Relicpaw, but that's... off the topic of the board. I don't want Era to be mad at me. >_>
That's true. :) Maybe she can be.
' Playful glint intrigues teh Frostiez ' XD
No! Don't apologize, you're perfectly okay, love! <3 <3
Yes. Really, haha. XD
Yeah! They're fun~ Time-consuming, but fun!
8)
Ah, okay. I shall not bother you. X3
Today appeared to be the same as every other greenleaf morning as of late. Wet. Warm. Humid. It had rained quite often over the season, and the damp air made Sablepaw’s leaving her den a difficult departure. Her fur felt sticky and puffy, and the muddy ground beneath the grasses squelched loosely underneath each of the black she-cat’s heavy steps.
When she emerged from her den -- earlier from usual for a reason Sablepaw hardly knew -- she saw that the large, bursting sphere of light every cat called “the Sun” hung somewhat in the middle of the sky by what she and any other could assume to be some invisible string, some invisible force, that kept it suspended. That glowing sphere, however much Sablepaw wished it, failed at the task of warming and drying the air around her. Great. Now the she-cat would have to face the full brunt of it, seeing as she had left the quaint safety of the apprentices’ den. Why? Many days in the past of this current greenleaf had been so beautiful and warm, but not today! Ugh. It felt so disgusting, and Sablepaw just couldn’t shake it away.
Her eyes, a luminescent and distinctive color known as turquoise, scanned the perimeter of the WindClan camp. Nothing of interest really caught the picky Sablepaw’s attention, however. The elders, ones she acquainted herself quite well with in her two moons of being ranked an apprentice of the lovely WindClan, needless to say, still slept inside their den. And why wouldn’t they do such a thing? It wasn’t as if the old furballs had anything better to do with their overabundance of time. They served the Clan to the best of their ability, it was said, and now they got to sleep all day. Oh, and the best part? The black she-cat, amongst the other apprentices, were given the amazing privilege dote on those pleasant old fogies!
With a heaved sigh, Sablepaw lifted her paws, which caked more and more with the wetness of mud to the point that she near consistently found the urge -- a good way to describe it might have been that it was like an itch she couldn’t scratch -- to wipe it off. Unfortunately, there were no particularly thick clumps of grass to relieve her of the cold, thick sensation on her paw pads, and so it seemed Mother Nature and StarClan deemed it obligatory for Sablepaw to deal with such a plight. Ah, so it was.
Where was she going? Er, well, good question. Sablepaw wasn’t quite sure. Perhaps searching for her mentor; as her name suggested, though it was surely not why she was named as much, Morningdew always woke up before her apprentice did. So where was she? Perhaps she left on the latest patrol, or she went to retrieve something from Zinniawisp’s den? The lean, ebony-furred she-cat shrugged, her eyes scanning the area to find no creamy tabby fur, no such blue pools of eyes that her mentor possessed looking over at her, no calm voice calling her name… nothing of the sort.
Sablepaw decided then that she might sit somewhere and simply lie in wait for Morningdew to come. Still, the slickness underneath her paws was unmistakably irritating the she-cat with every pawstep, and it wasn’t a feeling she preferred to experience upon her tail and the back of her hind legs, to be quite frank. In truth, looking down, it already had either made the fur of her paws lie completely flat with soaking wetness or stand up straight like sharp needles that, debatably, Sablepaw might be able to stab a fellow cat with. Of course, she would never think to do something like that. Picking needless fights or fighting at all, at least when it failed to be necessary. Where had that gotten her?
Sure, Sablepaw picked… verbal fights. She lashed out at others with her tongue. But her paws? No, she almost feared such actions. Though she wished for nothing but for the memory to leave her mind, her mother died in such a battle, one with another Clan. Alas, the event of her demise had been so long ago that Sablepaw forgot which of the three it was or, really, if it had even been one of them at all.
The vibrant orbs of light, vibrant azure locked down to her dirty paws. Ahah, her mother, so named Darkheart for her stern nature and for her thick soft lengths of black fur, died of fatal wounds in a fight for her Clan and for her own life! And, yet, here Sablepaw was, complaining about some mud? Oh, what danger this mud posed to her precious life! How dare it stain her fur so?! Death to it all! This was war!
…No. It wasn’t at all the same and, yet, in any case, complaining served as decent distraction from the pity Sablepaw knew many cats still harbored for her ever since her name was Sablekit. Such a simpler time, she thought. If anything, when it happened, she deserved the pity. At such a time, even, perhaps the WindClan she-cat desired it. But no longer! She was tired of it! Curse it all, and all the cats who still thought of her as a helpless apprentice, one hindered by the fact that she had no parents to turn to for guidance! She had friends! She had a mentor, too!
Sablepaw needed none of it. None at all.
At that moment, she then realized how long it must have seemed that she stared upon her own two feet, as if she had been deep in thought or began to truly wallow in what other cats might only refer to as belated sorrow and survivor’s guilt. Yet, Sablepaw felt no sadness. She would move on from that, and ignore those who thought she hadn’t, or, really, hadn’t done so themselves.
Her steps propelled her forward at a slow pace, making her way confidently to the entrance of the WindClan camp. Her somewhat puffed out fur reflecting off a healthy shimmer in the emerging sunshine, Sablepaw eventually strayed just close enough to the entrance to spot a cat she dared say was familiar to her. The cat possessed an oddly small frame, with somewhat of a mousy gray-brown pelt. A kit? Ah, no. Somewhat bigger than a kit, and yet…
Ah, it was Breezepaw, one of Sablepaw’s fellow apprentices. She should have known that much.
In a few moments’ time, the black she-cat approached the she-cat who could really be characterized as somewhat quiet, while still friendly when she spoke, in demeanor. Sablepaw dipped her head to the apprentice in greeting, meowing a somewhat cheery hello in spite of her previously bitter and near hatefully sarcastic thoughts of before. But, the WindClanner had to admit, some of those thoughts might just have been directed towards herself rather than any of the cats in this cozy Clan of hers. "Hello Breezepaw! What’re you up to? Waiting for your mentor to take you to go training or something?"
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OOC; Sorry for the delay, love! This should be simple compared to the business I just did with that 1,000 word post, lol. <3
IC;
So it seemed that the day began. As had become usual for Sablepaw with her what some called "debilitating" habit of sleeping in, Morningdew woke the overly sleepy she-cat and urged her out for what was, really, some much needed training. For some reason, however, it was hard for Sablepaw to psych herself up for this. Be it the conflict coming up, and the fact that that was the true reason why she was being trained in the first place, or that she simply wasn't fully awake at the time, the she-cat hadn't a clue.
Her paws sounding quietly after the steps of her mentor, it wasn't long before Morningdew stopped in stride and, therefore, Sablepaw mimicked this action.
Ears perking to alertness the instant the warrior female spoke, Sablepaw nodded silent approval to the words as she listened to them, acknowledging that, really, she had been quite idle for some time. It would be good to get some training in. Now that the quickly rising sun, creeping at a rapid pace over the line between the sky and earth, had somewhat blinded her into awareness and the waking world, the haze lifted after a few moments from her busy mind, Sablepaw found that energy soon found its way to her paws and body.
Prepared for anything, huh?
The she-cat apprentice dipped her head to acknowledge such words. "All right, sounds like a plan!"
Morningdew's tail lashed at that moment, her body taking on a sort of preparatory crouch, as if readying herself for whatever strike Sablepaw had in store for her. Taking this as her cue, along with the verbal one her mentor offered, the midnight she-cat took but a step back with her own battle stance, only somewhat mastered due to what was only two moons of training, and lurched forward with her claws safely confined within her paws. Her mentor, a cat who was naturally heavier than Sablepaw was if only due to size and more developed muscles, would be harder to unbalance than those of equal age, stature, and size to Sablepaw, however. Even so, she veered slightly off to the side in her stride before having pounced upon Morningdew, hoping for the best, but, well, expecting the worst.
It was something you came to know after so many mistakes. No matter how many she made, though, that never stopped the determined Sablepaw.
Things are coming together! I'm so excited! <3!
That's great! I look forward to seeing it soon! <3
I have no idea. :c She hasn't been on much today.
WELL, I NEVER SAW YOU STARMZ! ;n;
I love you. :c
And yeah, I get you guys. It's 2 AM where I live, but... I've gotten to the point that I stay up nearly all night without really trying, so... feel free to go to to bed you guys. <3 Sleep well!
Haha, that does sound a little rough. I never wake up that early anymore. In fact, I'll probably still be up when you get up, Mint. :D!
I really should get on a normal sleeping schedule once August comes around.
I SHALL, STARMZ~! And that's a lie. Nothing can match this love right here. :P
The single comment on the weather only confirmed and triggered Sablepaw’s own resentments towards such a topic, something she had only complained about to herself since she woke up quite a few minutes ago. Yes, it was hot, sticky, and disgustingly humid. She rather couldn’t blame Breezepaw for leaving the boundaries of camp to escape the company of the other cats, ones who only added to the accumulation of heat inside the camp, despite its openness. Yes, Sablepaw understood. And while part of her reasoning of coming out here was Morningdew, and another part was to greet the fellow apprentice that sat before her, Sablepaw had escaped camp under the assumption that she really needed to be in a cooler, less well-trodden area. Not that the outside of camp was any better in terms of the muck. “Ugh, you’ve got a point there. Everything is so sticky, it’s just… ugh.”
Not long after that, Breezepaw returned back to the question Sablepaw posed to her, something which sounded a somber note within the black she-cat. A failure, huh? She withheld her sigh, listening to the smaller apprentice. That’s okay. You’re not alone there!
But just as a mutual sorrow flickered within the eyes of both she-cats, Sablepaw’s more of an irritation than anything relating to depression, both of them fell quiet and appeared as if nothing affected them at all. “Oh well, though. We’ll just be good little--”
Wait, when did Breezepaw leave? “Breezepaw?”
Huh. Well, that was pretty rude. Had the she-apprentice even said anything, and Sablepaw simply zoned out when she said it? Or had she just left without any words at all?
Ah but, whatever the case, perhaps Sablepaw need not be surprised. Having only a few friends in WindClan, maybe such a thing was only natural. Either way, the she-cat sighed and slid a wet paw through the mud, a soft mush, as she found herself a somewhat dry circular patch of grass on which to seat herself. She found that her eyes, then, proceeded to wander about the territory outside of camp, something lacking in interesting things, but it proved to be more entertaining than sitting and kneading the ground underneath herself.
The moor stretched for quite a distance from Sablepaw’s position. For a moment, she lost herself in the thought that perhaps it was near endless in some direction, but such was likely not true. No, because the river that marked the border between her own Clan and RiverClan was nearly straight ahead of herself, though still a ways off, while off in a total other direction was the Thunderpath, the flattened and hot length of concrete, which separated WindClan and ShadowClan, on which monsters roamed in search for something or on some kind of journey somewhere. As to where, Sablepaw knew not. All she knew is the stench of the monster’s breath was near unbearable to any cat who dared stray too close and, for that matter, both borders were not lacking in danger. Any cat who thought to stray too close to the Thunderpath ran the risk of being killed by a monster and, all the same, any cat that found the courage in their heart -- or maybe the stupidity, such was subject to controversy and debate -- to take one step too far over the lip of the gorge was mouse-brained in itself. And a death wish, at that, for no cat ever survived the fall.
Submitting a light exhale, Sablepaw then looked up, finding a flock of birds fluttered far into the vast, cloudy sky. If they had been lower, then perhaps the apprentice would have tried to practice her meager hunting skills but, alas, such was meaningless. She was no giant, and would never be able to reach the birds from her low place in the mud and grime. In fact, those clouds looked menacing and dark. A storm was going to come, wasn’t it? Sablepaw hated storms. She hated rain. It meant more of this muggy, terrible weather. Mud, too, and she hated mud. ...Couldn’t forget about that.
Okay, why was she just sitting there, idly by, doing absolutely nothing productive? There was no point to this! Where was Breezepaw? Sablepaw almost went as far as to think that perhaps she fell victim to the dangerous border markers of WindClan. After all, such was certainly possible, given the fact that the same nearly happened to Goldenpaw on a patrol once--
Oh but, thank StarClan, Breezepaw returned in one piece. Yet something about her seemed off, disturbed, if only in the slightest twinges of her whiskers and the remainder of her facial expression. When Sablepaw parted her jaws to voice the question that pressed at her throat, so desperately wishing to free itself, the mousy-gray apprentice spoke first. “W-wait, what?!”
The words left her without Sablepaw’s conscious thought. A cat was stuck in a tree by the river? T-That was bad! Very bad!
Oh no, what are we--?
…Breezepaw rushed off again. So Sablepaw, her mind running on overdrive, darted after her, water from the puddles behind her splashing over her dark fur. While much to her distaste, in the face of crisis, such meager complaints were meaningless.
Within moments, such a large distance that Sablepaw had once registered as the moor, parting her from the RiverClan border, had been closed. So there she sat, quite a bit soaked by the occasional puddle that she rushed through without thinking, something so very characteristic of Sablepaw, before her eyes widened with a terrified shock.
“Morningdew!” Sablepaw screeched in fear, much in contrast to the calm way in which Breezepaw seemed to handle the situation. But Sablepaw couldn’t move. There Morningdew was, just dangling there from a loosened tree branch, her body swaying, shivering, over the open mouth of the gorge. Almost as if hungering for her to release that branch, which proved to now be her only life-line. The world became gray and dark all of a sudden, in the midst of the panic, and a bright white light overwhelmed Sablepaw’s vision. Lightning. And then the crackle of thunder shortly thereafter, just before the rain began to pour. Which was even worse!
“M-Morningdew, please, hang on!” Sablepaw cried out without heed to being quiet in such a situation. Who cared if RiverClan saw them?! If Morningdew died here, that was much worse and, besides, their territory was across the river, not over it!
A heartbeat after, the apprentice clumsily grabbed onto the trunk of the tree with her claws, and with every bit of her willpower, propelled herself up in attempts to save her mentor. “Breezepaw, we should we able to reach her from here!”
Her claws dug deeply into the thicker root of the branch she sat on, somewhat shielded by the thick leaves of the tree that hung above her, battered by the rain. In the moments following Sablepaw leaned over and grasped Morningdew’s scruff with her teeth. But her strength alone would not be enough…!
“Mmf--! Breethpaw!” she yelped through a mouthful of fur, not daring to let go or to relinquish her claws from the secure hold she had on the branch she stood on. “Help me!!”
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