Posts by CLOUDWALKER.

[size=8]All of the Spider- names save the last one are upsetting!! Cool though I hate spiders

Spiderstorm!! Oooh!

Also I agree with Maplestrike / Cedarfall because they're brown tabbies with tree names.

[size=8]Much obliged!

[size=8]Cedarstrike eyed the damage and he had to admit he was doubtful of her phrasing - that looked like something a rat couldn't inflict, and it certainly wasn't a scratch. "I see, dear. I'm very sorry." he glanced over to Maplefall as she offered a tip and he nodded gently. "Yes - perhaps you could even mash it up? I could do it for you. That way you wouldn't need to chew at all." after all, did it matter what form the food took? As long as she got in the calories, did it matter how she took them in? The striped tom couldn't imagine anything worse than watching this poor girl waste away.

[size=8]Today was his first day with his apprentice, Spiderpaw, and he was up bright and early to fetch her from the apprentices' den. Bounding towards the cavern he poked his head in and grinned, golden eyes flashing in the low light. "Spiderpaw, are you in here?" he spoke softly, creeping through the rows of nests, not wishing to wake more apprentices than necessary. "It's time to go train! We'll be doing hunting today!"

[size=8]Oh, I'm sorry to hear that! Did it go well?

[size=8]Appearing satisfied, the golden-eyed warrior gave a nod and turned to leave the underground, assuming that Ivystep and Maplefall would join them if they felt so inclined. "Very good!" though personally Cedarstrike was less vengeful, and was indeed surprised at Sandheart's attitude. Not like I disagree, but...it's troubling.

[size=8]He was impressed; for an apprentice so young, she'd done well. "Very good." the narrowly-built tom declared, approval in his tone. Eaglewhisker did have a few critiques, but nothing too major; indeed, if her performance was this good in all aspects, he would be shocked if she didn't become a warrior at precisely twelve months. He padded towards her and looked down, studying the bloodied blackbird. "You did very well with the stalking, excellent timing with your paws. I think that's your strong suit; we'll need to set up some challenging scenarios and see if you're still as good." he whisked his tail back towards the place where she'd sprang; he could see scuff marks in the forest floor. "Nice leap, but if I were you, I'd try and get a little closer before you pounce. The further away you are the bigger the chance the prey will notice and flee - see how you almost lost it? Sometimes you can't get very close, but sometimes it's worth getting down to about a fox-length or so. My biggest critique is how you killed it; ending the prey's life in a clean way is important, but not crucial. In future try to minimize initial force on it with your paws, and move your jaws so you bite head or spine, not the prey's entire body." Eaglewhisker gave a little nod and then smiled, his dark eyes glinting with pleasure. [b]"Overall, however, your performance was excellent. Now, do you know what we do after we kill prey?"

[size=8]Eaglewhisker's respect for Brackenflame grew the more he saw of the aged tabby; this only served to cement him in his place as one of those cats for whom he had a great deal of admiration. He was largely intolerant of kittens; he could play with them for a little while, but after too long he grew impatient and excused himself. The large brown and white tom moved over to speak discreetly to Cosmicskies, keeping his voice very calm indeed. "Can I make a suggestion? If you don't enjoy playing with kittens, don't come and sit down by a little boy who clearly wants to play-fight with someone. Not to press the point, but you shouldn't be rude when you put yourself in this situation." with this he turned away and sat down next to his apprentice, watching the commencing battle with amusement. [b]"Tear him to pieces, Softkit!"

[size=8]Sorry about the drops and the machine but I'm so glad your vision has improved so much! <3

[size=8]"Why didn't you keep hunting if you're not really injured? You're not afraid, are you? Hunting in general is a very safe prospect." Cedarstrike's inquiry was gentle but genuinely curious; apprentices missed all the time, and he didn't think that should stop them. "What's your name, young man?"

[size=8]The commotion drew Eaglewhisker's attention and the brown and white tomcat abandoned his vole to see what was going on. He padded forward and came to a stop aside Sealspots, gazing around at the aftermath of Berrytail's decision. It didn't take him long to get the gist of the situation and he blinked sorrowfully, his dark eyes following Silvereyes as she fled. He sighed softly, a note of disapproval in his vocalization. He had to admit, he never would've thought this would happen; Berrytail and Silvereyes had seemed like a perfect pair, but perhaps her promotion had put too much stress on their relationship.

[size=8]It's up to Maple and Cassie. ^^

[size=8]He gave a short nod, glad to see she'd accepted his critiques without animosity. When she guessed correctly a satisfied smile appeared on his muzzle and he nodded. "That's right. I intend to teach you about the Warrior Code as well, and it's very important that we thank StarClan for this prey's life; you kill only to sustain yourself and your Clan. Any way you wish to do this is fine by me, so long as it is done. Soon enough it will become second nature."

[size=8]The rocks of the gorge were cool underpaw as Eaglewhisker rose higher and higher, his fluffy tail waving behind him, keeping him balanced. His movements were sleek and graceful, honed by an entire life lived as a SkyClanner. Climbing - whether it was trees or stones - was second nature, nearly as easy but much more perilous than walking. It was a unseasonably chilly day, with a notable bite in the greenleaf air, brought on by a strong wind that whistled over SkyClan's camp. Gazing down, he saw several queens appearing outside the nursery, hurrying their frizzy-pelted kits into safety. There was a smell of rain in the air and the general apprehension that came with an oncoming storm. The warrior leapt up higher, his heart hitching as his back paws slipped suddenly sideways. Claws unsheathed, he scrabbled against the smooth surface, his claws twinging with pain as they scraped uselessly over the stone. "StarClan's kits!" the brown and white warrior swore as he lost his grip and tumbled down, his body thudding against several rocky ledges before he finally ended up flat on his back, gasping in pain.

[size=8]"My ribs..." in a larger sense he was indeed fine, as he would suffer no permanent damage from his little tumble, and arguably the worst injury he'd suffered was a blow to his self-confidence. For now, however, his thick coat was streaked with dirt and speckled with blood from numerous minor scrapes - his worst injury was painful bruises to his ribs. Eaglewhisker rolled over so his cut stomach pressed against the ground, his legs unwillingly taking his weight as he forced himself to his feet. "I'm fine." he mrowed curtly, his patience cut short by a loss of faith in himself and the pain radiating from his flanks. Severe brown eyes focused on Swiftpaw. [b]"Who are you? We haven't met. My name is Eaglewhisker."

[size=8]Swiftpaw. "Yes, Swiftpaw, I'm sure." his voice had gotten softer but there was complete finality in the way he gave a short nod, dark eyes gleaming. Eaglewhisker's sides ached and ached as he slowly sat down, but he flicked his tail over his paws and lifted his chin, jaw tightening as he accepted these fresh agonies. Bear it, Eaglewhisker. This is a pain you can handle. Mintypaw's arrival soured his mood even further. "Don't you dare use that condescending tone with me." outrage brought on by intense discomfort swallowed him whole and he snarled at the injured apprentice. "Either provide me with medical assistance or get out of my sight. You're doing nothing but tarnishing your already poor reputation with that attitude." the brown and white tom could hardly believe the venom in his own meows but his ribs hurt so much; his head throbbed from its numerous bangs; every breath brought pain flowing in and he was unable to withhold the urge to take action. Unsheathing his claws he pulled them forcefully through the dirt, his hackles raising. "THISTLES AND THORNS!" he couldn't take it anymore. Perhaps he was weak, or perhaps it had just been too long since he'd been severely injured. He got up and crawled beneath a rock ledge, curling into a ball.

[size=8]Eaglewhisker was slow in his approach, because every pawstep sent pain flowing through his body like a thick, sticky syrup, sapping him of energy. His dark eyes were bright nonetheless, focused on Talonstar's face. Messengers? Yes, he remembered - he'd been there. He wondered why he had not been chosen as a messenger, but supposed Brackenflame and Berrytail were simply warriors the tawny she-cat preferred. He couldn't argue with her, anyway; he held both toms in high regard.

[size=8]Cinderstorm was entering camp with a skinny rabbit hanging from its scruff in his jaws, tiredness radiating from every hair on his grayish pelt. As he approached the fresh-kill pile he noticed its unusual tidiness; all the bones, feathers, and odds-and-ends like vole paws or heads had been cleaned up, as well as the typical rotted piece or two. He laid the rabbit on top and studied a nearby knot of WindClanners; all unfamiliar with the exception of the Clan's leader, Cherviltea. The brown tabby made his way over to them, holding back his sigh, pulling in his stomach, squaring his shoulders, and slightly inflating his chest. Now he was as tall and trim-looking as when he was at full capacity. "Evening, all." mrowed the green-eyed tomcat. "It's so kind of you people to do this." he added truthfully. "I'd be happy to offer a helping paw, if you need it, though I don't want to waste time or take up space unnecessarily." It was a big pet peeve of his when people over-utilized resources; too many people doing one task end up getting in the way of everyone else, and then they were wasting their time helping when help was unneeded. The warrior reclined on his hindquarters.

[size=8]Cinderstorm could be divided neatly in half; his social skill set, which was admirably large and well-developed, and his warrior skills skill set, which was enough to ensure his success in a Clan, though he would not hesitate to agree that he spent more time honing his social skill set. He had found that since he lived in a group being able to communicate and listen effectively was much more useful. This being said, he did not need the finely tuned instruments of interpersonal precision that were at his disposal to sense a certain...history between the odd, skinny dog and the tiny, fluffy one, even if he based this purely on what he heard coming from the Medic's mouth. The tall grayish tabby was passing by when he caught the tirade of panicked what-if's from Jekyll, and his harassed conclusion. He slowed on his way by and changed course, moving swiftly towards the trio. "Excuse me," the warrior spoke in his deep, calm voice, his green eyes catching the dwindling light and flashing cautiously, "is all well here, Sir?" he mostly addressed Jekyll, knowing he was a Medic but not knowing what to think. Was this really where he was choosing to have a personal conversation? Had the puppy wandered from camp, or had he taken her for a walk? And why was a Medic in such a poor condition? "I hate to intrude, but I was passing and wanted to ensure everything was okay; and if I wasn't, to offer my assistance."

[size=8]Cinderstorm was unfamiliar with meet-and-greets but Crimsonstain had adequately explained the concept and his own intentions, and so resisting the powerful instinctive desire in the back of his mind that told him to flee from the dog draped in Twoleg objects and sporting glistening, pointy fangs, the tall brown tabby rose from where he'd been grooming himself and moved towards the German Shepherd. "Hullo there, you two." the tomcat meowed in a tone of utmost politeness, remaining on his feet given his size in relation to Crimsonstain's. [b]"My name is Cinderstorm. It's very nice to meet you, Auramina, and you, too, Mr. - ?"