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[ Thanks for creating this thread! :3 Fablestory is indeed open for mentoring right now. I could have her be Velocitypaw's mentor, that wouldn't be a problem. ]

Fablestory trotted lightly along the WindClan territory, her jaws parted slightly to scent the air. She wasn't hunting, wasn't patrolling, wasn't doing any of those productive things that a warrior was expected to do. Rather, she was just taking a stroll to get away from the bustle of the camp. The exploding population had simply become too much for her since the past few moons, and she had really started to find herself spending more and more time alone in the territory. It had even gotten to the point where she sometimes spent her nights out of the camp.

The she-cat paused then, the scent of another WindClanner hitting her nostrils. Fantastic, she grumbled to herself. She tended to avoid other Clanmates now, especially the loud and bubbly ones. Those just annoyed her now. But, her gaze traveling over the landscape, she spotted the source of the smell - a young chocolate tabby sitting peacefully among the grass.

Perhaps it couldn't hurt for her to go over. She had isolated herself from others quite a bit in the past few days, anyways. The brown tabby reluctantly drew herself up and began to head over.

Well, I must add you are both gorgeous she-cats. I'm sure the Clan's proudto have you two. Eternitypaw's eyes widened slightly in surprise before settling into a soft pool of pleasure. Nobody had ever commented anything like that to her before, especially a tom. "Th - thank you," she stuttered, her fur immediately warming with self consciousness. "I'm sure that the Clan would be very proud of you as well," she murmered in response, trying to keep her words coherent.

But, looking closely at the way that Tatteredpaw was gazing into Gravelpaw's eyes now, she suddenly felt rather awkward and intrusive. Was there something between the two of them right there? Was the compliment that he supposedly give the two of them meant only for her?

Is this picture okay?
http://www.flickr.com/photos/j…546477378/in/photostream/

I was just going to attempt to make my own template, and I needed a picture to use at the top for it. So I was curious, are you allowed to use the avatar maker cats in the templates and fancyposts?

Eternitypaw stood up, a small smile on her face as well, trying to brush off what she'd just seen. While she didn't think that she necessarily had a crush on Tatteredpaw, why did she feel so upset at seeing the two other apprentices' eyes lock together?

"Sure, that sounds like a great idea!" she purred, obvious content in her voice. This had turned out much better than she'd expected. When she first saw Gravelpaw, she had actually thought that it would be a whole day spent comforting the apprentice. But obviously, things had turned around for the better and it hadn't been that way. This would be a good chance to practice some of her hunting skills, anyway. With her mentor gone, she needed to keep up the work so that she wouldn't be totally out of shape when she came back. If she did.

The she-cat flicked a glance at Tatteredpaw, waiting for his response. She didn't gaze into his eyes but merely in his direction, feeling quite self-conscious.

[ Ah, I typed all of it up, but then I hit a backspace and the page went back to the previous one. Anyways, I could have Fablestory give a short lesson to Velocitypaw later in this thread once they know each other, if you would like. xD ]

As Fablestory neared the other cat, her previous expression of greetings morphed into that of disgust. Even though she was not, by any means, familiar with her Clanmates anymore, she had to admit that she'd seen this one around before in the apprentice's den. From the size of him, he looked quite like the average apprentice, too. She heaved an inward groan, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. She had obviously chosen the wrong cat to talk to now. Most apprentices she knew of were bouncy and bubbly aliens who she could hardly relate to. But the problem was, she couldn't step out of it now and just trot off again. She'd already headed over, after all.

The she-cat halted in front of the chocolate tabby, eyes traveling over him with a critical eye. At least he seemed still enough.

Hello! Who're you?

"The name's Fablestory," the brown she-cat muttered, completely ignoring Velocitypaw's greetings. "You would know that by now if you - " She stopped in midsentence, suddenly feeling embarrassed. She had been about to say 'you would know that by now if you were a proper clanmate and actually paid attention'. But thinking on it now, that would have just made her a hypocrite if she would have said it, since she never paid attention.

The warrior dismissed the error with a casual wave of her tail. "Anyways, an exchange of information here. Name, please?" Her tone was patronizing, as if she were talking to a mere kit.

[ I'm sorry, I'm not good at starting threads either. But I'll try my best with it. :3 ]

Shadow sat at the entrance of the castle, the chocolate tabby tom's ears pricked forward and eyes gazing out into the distance. Despite all of the changes that had happened to ScarClan since it had changed yet again from a Tribe to a Clan, he felt strangely content. It was a feeling he had not felt for awhile. The warmth from the sun's glow dappled lightly onto his dark pelt, and he breathed in a deep sigh, sitting in place for several heartbeats.

Then, as if on cue, he stood up and glanced around again, his eyes flickering guiltily. He was a regular member of the Clan; he shouldn't have just been sitting there and slacking off like he had. Perhaps some hunting shall do me good. I can call up someone to go with me.

His mind settled on a single name just as the thought came to his mind. Azami. One of his best, most trusted friends in the Clan. Shadow rose to his paws then, determined to find the she-cat.

Miragepaw glanced sideways at Delusionpaw to see how he would react, then back at Summerpaw. "I'm sorry," he murmered gently. He simply did not know what else to say. It was obvious, from the way that she had her head lowered all the way down, that she probably hadn't been too willing to talk of it. Guilt seeped over the tom like a wave, and his eyes lowered towards the ground as well. But one part of the explanation had confused him. Jumping off the Gorge? He hadn't known any cat who had survived that. But then again, perhaps it was possible to land safely if one jumped from a special spot. Then, that would mean that she had been suicidal as well.

He shook his head, his thoughts traveling in circles. Miragepaw jumped as he heard a rustle off to the side, relaxing when he spotted his Clanmate. Perhaps she would be able to lighten things up a bit.

[ I actually find Velocitypaw oddly interesting. His way of thinking is pretty amusing. :3 ]

Fablestory watched as the tom stuttered for a moment as she asked him his name, her tail twitching irritably. What was the matter now? Surely no apprentice, even the absolutely most mouse-brained ones, wouldn't actually forget their names or take awhile to remember it again after being asked.

Velocitypaw. Fablestory frowned as she listened to him speak. That wasn't a very comforting name. Didn't velocity mean speed, or whatever? What did the name mean, then? That he was the type of cat who was exceptionally overly-excited and always jumped off the walls at every little bit of news? But the she-cat kept her composure, her face an unmoving mask of stone.

As the chocolate tabby tom repeated himself again, saying that he was very glad to meet her, she gave a snort of amusement, not quite noticing the excited lash of his tail that he gave.

"Anyways, what were you even doing out here, sitting in place like you were?" she asked, her voice a reluctant mumble.

参加革命♥яєυ♥参加革命 wrote:

Well it's YOUR fancypost--Anyway so you want it to be nature-ish?

[font=georgia]Yes, please. ^^

[ Sorry for the late response. :3 ]

Miragepaw stood up. "I'm coming," the tom meowed firmly. Life in the Clans wasn't suited for him. It wasn't the entire idea of the Clans that he didn't like. But in the recent ages, it had seemed as if the Clan was becoming progressively more violent. Raids were beginning to increase, and the concept of war was becoming something that was talked about in daily lives now. It hadn't been that way in the past, but things had changed. The tom wanted only to live in peace without this constant worry of being taken prisoner because of his alliance.

"Together, with the three of us, perhaps we indeed can find somewhere new to go, where we can live in peace." Beneath his certain tone though, he was anxious. He didn't know anything beyond the pine woods of ShadowClan. In fact, now that he thought about it, he knew nothing of the world beyond those Clan borders. But if they all worked together, surely they would be able to create this new haven.