Posts by CLOUDWALKER.

[size=8]The flame point was taken aback by the harshness of Smokebreath's response. "Look, I don't know her, okay? I was just aski - " Quietlark spoke up and he gave a vigorous nod. "Yeah! Maybe she's great, but all I know is she's ignoring everyone. If she wants to be alone she could've found somewhere even more secluded, or just asked us courteously to leave." he shrugged and flattened a wayward tuft of fur on his chest. [b]"It just seems impolite to ignore her Clanmates."

[size=8]His interest piqued, the cream and ginger apprentice scrambled to his paws. "Okay!" Lichenpaw declared, trotting after the much taller tom. His mind swirled. What was he going to be shown? Something scary? Something inspiring? Something else?

OOC; No worries! Thanks for making this c:

[size=8]A battle training session sounded amazing, especially since he'd finally gotten a mentor. Best of all, his mentor was here! The glossy-furred apprentice bounced over, full of energy, no nervousness to be seen. "I have an awesome battle stance!" declared Lichenpaw, turning his chest and forelegs so he was bent in a loose half-circle. His ears flattened and he hissed, tail whipping back and forth. He held the pose for several moments, awaiting feedback.

[size=8]"Okay!" it made him happy to be accepted, and the clearing was always beautiful on days like this. He swore the grass reflected the sunlight. [b]"After you."

[size=8]Without speaking he did pass the moss, nosing it towards her and turning to study her nest. It - and his own - looked very appealing, and if it weren't morning he'd lay down right now. If he did that, he would view himself as lazy.

[size=8]Eaglewhisker savored the walk, breathing in the thick greenleaf air and inhaling sharply when they reached the clearing. Almost at once he caught the scent of a robin, and spotted it pecking at the ground in a shady patch on the opposite side of the grassy expanse. He lowered himself and slunk forward, his movements slow and careful, his hunting crouch immaculate. There was incredible focus in his deep, dark eyes.

[size=8]"Fishface." snickered Eaglewhisker, only half-aware of what he was saying. His tone wasn't malicious in the slightest; she could be a fishface and he didn't think he would feel any less eager about this new relationship. The contact with Sealspots was clouding his mind, filling his head with a delightful fog. It felt like a much more intense version of how he'd felt when he went past that Twoleg garden with its enticing scent and that funny plant. "It's a nice day." he sighed. "Such a nice day..."

[size=8]"I'm listening." Cedarstrike prowled towards the unfamiliar ginger tabby upon hearing his call, an attentive gleam in his honey-colored eyes. He loved new ideas, especially if they were creative - he himself was not creative and unique ideas never came very easily. Anyone who regularly - or, indeed, even once - came up with a solidly good idea earned his respect, seeing as it was one of his weaknesses. He was good at some things - coordinating groups, reading cats' body languages and tone, and putting his duty in front of all else. Other things, though, he left to those whose minds were better at approaching problems in new ways. The broad brown tabby took a seat and waited in expectant silence. He made a mental note to introduce himself to Sandheart when the moment was right. If no one knew your name, it was that much harder to get things done.

[size=8]Tracking. :)

[size=8]Cedarstrike would be happy to mentor an apprentice. He'll be up-front but dedicated.

[size=8]A faint whimpering caught his attention, and he lifted his head from the vole he was stalking. It sounded like...a kitten? Or possibly an apprentice? Whatever it was, it was high-pitched and sounded as though it was in pain. Lifting his nose he caught the strong smell of a SkyClanner, but the unique note that each individual carried in their scent was unfamiliar. It was someone he hadn't met, then. Leaping agilely over a few fallen trees and pushing his way through a dense clump of shrubbery the large brown and white tom came across Shadedpaw. "Ah, hello. Are you...stuck? Are you alright?"

[size=8]"It's part of the Warrior Code, Frostmoon. Of course we'll take care of them." Eaglewhisker's voice was a calm rumble as he approached, coming to Sealspots's side on instinct. He gazed approvingly at the queen and her new charges, usually severe eyes twinkling. "I think you should watch over them." he chose his words carefully, noting her protective gesture and hiding his smile. He liked to see that, and wondered how Frostmoon felt about her unborn kits getting some older sisters.

[size=8]Apparently they knew one another; Eaglewhisker couldn't imagine a reaction like that from a complete stranger. "If she's fine with that method of extraction." answered the long-legged warrior, his dark, stern eyes moving from Shadedpaw to Fireflypaw. They appeared to be the same age, around six months - at the very least, early apprentices. Perhaps they were littermates? "We haven't met. I'm Eaglewhisker." the bicolored warrior added, giving his thick tail a thoughtful swish.

[size=8]Despite the respect he had for Quietlark, the night seemed ominous, even with the dark-eared tom's careful guidance and his kind demeanor. Something about the cold moon in the sky and the way his Irish accent pronounced 'BloodClan' sent shivers down Lichenpaw's spine. The flame point stuck close to his mentor's long legs, striped tail twitching with unease. "Um, not much. Just that they're a bunch of snake-hearts who live in the Twolegplace. I heard that they eat rats for every meal and wear teeth around their neck!" he was freaking himself out and wished there wasn't that chilly breeze blowing. Wasn't it greenleaf? Was he shaking because of the unseasonable coolness in the air or because he was...afraid?

OOC: I really like him as a character <3

[size=8]A mere six months old he might be, but he had a good enough head on his shoulders and when he heard Quietlark and felt the fatherly paw between his ginger ears he knew enough to offer a sincere little grimace of apology and nod. "Yes, ma'am. I'll do more...tongue-holding...in the future. Sorry." he wasn't really sure how to communicate how he felt, but he hoped Ratbreath got the message. She seemed quite clever, if prickly. Round-eyed, he looked up at Quietlark and added, "Thanks." inwardly, he was very pleased. [i]Ha! I got the best mentor in all of RiverClan! Those other apprentices have no idea what they're missing! Minnow-brains...!

[size=8]Lichenpaw was excited by the training battle that had occurred between Smokebreath and Minnowpaw and so watched with enthusiasm, only a little disappointed that no one but the silver-furred apprentice had said anything about his battle stance. Perhaps he'd get a chance once their discussion about BloodClan was over. The thing about them flattening their fur was creepy, and he puffed out his own glossy coat to reassure himself.

[size=8]With a nod of acknowledgement - both of their names and her consent - he moved to the side which had been appointed to him and attempted to begin pulling the bushes aside, hoping Fireflypaw would follow suit and they'd free his sister. Speaking of - he'd been right. Littermates. He wondered if they had mentors. [i]Shadedpaw looks like she could use one...ha-ha.

[size=8]"You're not powerless in this situation." commented Cedarstrike, having caught sight of the growing group. Ivystep and Sandheart both seemed rather disconcerted, and he smiled briefly, hoping to show his confidence in StarClan and DarkClan's future. "The very best thing you can - we all can do - is hunt and fight and patrol, and keep DarkClan alive. StarClan knows what's best, and they'll make sure we are given a leader soon. They just need to ensure the cat they pick is the right person for the job." he lifted his chin and gave a nod. "And, as for BloodClan...as soon as we're given someone to guide us, our path will become clearer. We just need to be patient." this was another of his strong suits - patience. Whether it was fussy elders or obnoxious kittens or warriors dragging their feet about doing their duties, he remained calm and tolerant.

The broad-shouldered tom cleared his throat. [b]"In the meantime, sorry fills no bellies. Do you three wish to join me for a patrol?"

[size=8]Cedarstrike was a fan of morning patrols. The forest was usually still shrouded with fog, and the newly-minted light kept him cheerful. Plus, it was more pleasant to move around, as the air was cooler before sunhigh. "I'll come." the dusky brown tom smiled and dipped his head in greeting to the ladies present; it was an old habit, and while it wasn't his intention, he knew he was sometimes perceived as being condescending or, on the other paw, gentlemanly. [b]"What border are we checking today?"

[size=8]Eaglewhisker knew from the moment he caught the look in Frostmoon's eyes that she had this situation completely handled. "Welcome home, Driftingkit and Sunkit." he gave them nods, then rose and began to trot away, finding no reason for his looming, severe presence. It was nice to see such a tragic scenario turn into something good for both a queen with big heart and two motherless kits. He did find it upsetting that they'd, presumably, been left here, but he didn't focus on it. This story, regardless of its beginning, had a happy ending. He'd seen all that love and happiness in Frostmoon's eyes. Sunkit and Driftingkit would be well cared for.