Posts by Kestrel

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]ShadowClanners ... oh, jeez. Did they ever stop? Padding over, the slightly thicker tom would turn his dissaproving stare on the foreign stranger before turning a more respectful gaze on his leader, dipping his head in advance. "Ma'am, is there anythin' you want me to do? Patrol with the others, maybe, and make sure that more of these here ShadowClanners weren't sneakin' around?" he was somewhat discouraged by not being able to go on the patrol, but no matter; he could find other ways to make himself useful.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Firpaw wasn't attracted to the ordeal by the yowling or much else, but by the scent of blood and the whirring from of Breezepaw as she sped out of camp on nimble paws and agile legs. With that being said, he'd let out a small, curious little breath with her name on it before running forward as quickly as he possibly could, following her form with his own bigger (and slower) one. Out of breath, he arrived just enough to see Breezepaw move Butterflypaw from the scene and hunker down, helping the female with herbs and the like. Sending a brief, suspicious narrowed gaze to the former ShadowClanner, the former farm-cat would leap forward immediately and set to helping get the snow off Daisystep's fur, as well as removing any snow surrounding her, before pausing abruptly. "Wait, Breezepaw. Snow can help numb her pain, right? And clean her wounds? It's water, after all, just frozen -- so we can use it to help, if it makes sense, and place it over her wounds to avoid wasting our herb supply too much. And I can help carry her back to camp, if need be. Especially since I'm a bit fatter than y'all, got more meat on my bones."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]"I just don't believe a cat that's been exiled, has threatened the lives of others, and has been personally put on probation by the leader should be trusted to be trained as a healer of any kind. Just having knowledge doesn't cut it, you hear? You gotta be loyal and nurturing, two things you clearly aren't. By what I've heard and what I've seen, you're willing to attack cats and hurt 'em just to feed your ambitions, and that's the opposite of what a healer oughta do." his voice was even but firm, and he glared at the feline, but avoided the question of whether he believed the will of StarClan -- while he knew the warrior code and abided by it and enjoyed living in clans, he couldn't say the same about those "above them". "And my beliefs are none of your business, ma'am. You're not my ma, my pa, my family, or a friend. You're an apprentice that is gettin' way too over yer head and needs a good talkin' to, not words of encouragment where they're not needed."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]He wasn't faking it when he felt like he was being given a heavy blow by the words of Copper; fox-heart? prejudice? Don't talk? His words were unnessecarily harsh, and Firpaw visibly blanched, his whiskers twitching before drooping, and his mouth opening before closing abruptly. For a warrior, Copper wasn't exactly being fair or even, and if anything, Firpaw thought that it was rather silly how he happened upon a rank when he seemed far too full of it. With a last glace in Butterflypaw's direction, the male would shake his head before going out of camp instead of in his den as he was asked.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]jfc

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]fir: "at least I have an ass, and may I say, it is sexy af"
and then he gets punched by breeze and cries

bruuuuuh thorn and fir are officially my brotp
so they can totally have a thread

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Hearing the small feline's yell, Firpaw would stop short of the entrance, facing the kit with exasperation that quickly turned into thinly veiled amusement. He listened patiently, and unlike others, he took the tom's words to heart, considering them just as he would with anyone else. "I appreciate the offer, Thornkit, but I don't think it's smart of me to be where I'm not wanted --" "Copper, you will not punish apprentices because your opinion doesn't line up with their's. You're a warrior for StarClan's sake, act the part. You clearly have favor for Butterflypaw, and that's okay, what isn't okay is punishing apprentices because they don't agree with you." Firpaw was cut off, and he looked surprised as he heard the leader's firm words, as well as a smug victory, although he tried to hide it in the darkest depths of his ego that he could (he tried not to ever be too, well, selfish). He shrugged. "Guess I am wanted. Y'all are as bipolar as a nest of bees, though. You like her, you don't like her; what next?" he joked, his smile returning quickly before he turned back to the entrance. "Anyways, i'mma do what the leader says and hunt before I get another talkin' to. Ah, thanks again, Thornkit!"

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Firpaw listened to her soundly, before nodding his head in newfound agreement. She was right, after all; it was unwise to give her more of a problem for the medicine cats to worry about. He was leaning forward in order to start picking her up when Breezepaw started coughing, something that he recognized as a thinly veiled laugh. He smirked. "Make fun of me all ya want, Breezy, but at least I got that serious look off yer face. You look better with a smile, after all." before she could intercept and say anything else to him, he was wiggling under the middle of the other medicine cat apprentice, before shifting her on his back, careful to avoid causing her any further pain. She was real freakin' heavy, of course, but he could deal. Besides, he needed the excersise. Sending a small, fleeting wink at Breezepaw, the male would reply to Thornkit in a friendly tone. "You're pretty big, so maybe you can come up beside me and hold her end up so it doesn't fall off or somethin'? And maybe provide some moral support, 'cause I got nothin'."

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Leafbare had never been so hard for the young apprentice. Up in the farm, there had never been a day where they went by hungry, with the mice overpopulating far too much to make food much of a problem; but now, he was a ThunderClanner, and forced to hunt and provide for a clan of people he felt indifferent to. The only ones he liked were Adderstar, Thornkit, and Breezepaw, mostly Breezepaw because she was nice and pretty. It was too bad she was a medicine cat apprentice, though. Didn't that mean that she couldn't have mates or kits? Maybe, although his memory on the warrior code was foggy, especially since it had been many moons since he mother had taught it to them in the barn. Darn. The male would linger near sunning rocks, eyeing the river cautiously -- he knew how to swim, webbed paws and all, but were there even any fish in the river this time of the year? Well, it couldn't hurt to try. Padding down, the feline would grab a rock in his mouth before dropping the wide object onto the icy surface of the river, breaking through the thin covering easily. With that, he crouched down, his eyes glaring down into the dark depths, focused.

When he saw a dark figure slowly swim across his small port, the male would dive forward, but instead of catching it he ended up bracing himself with two paws on the ice around the hole and his muzzle striking forward, just to be greeted with a freezing dampness. He hissed in irritation, but before he could do much his whole body was moving forward, his front paws slipping on the ice and making him skid so that he was stretched across the surface. "Cow turd," he spat, before scrambling up back onto the shore, his whiskers drooping and his face wet, his paws cold and forbidding. He frowned. "Listen here, fish ... I'm gonna catch you, and when I do, I'm gonna feed your body to my clanmates. So come out, huh, and stop makin' a big deal, 'cause I ain't got no patience for no more nonsense, especially from some lazy water creature." his voice was firm, and he closed his eyes before starting again.

After hours of sitting there and trying various methods of catching the fish, Firpaw got lucky. As soon as a fish slid by, he acted quickly, swiping his paw forward through the water and hooking his claw into its slimy, scaly coat; with that being said, he victoriously yowled and held it for all to see, before placing it in his mouth and hurrying to the camp, his chest puffed and his head high. Bet none of them thought of catching fish for prey! Ha.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]im gonna make Firpaw a fish addict I s2g this kid is just so proud of himself for catching them
Firpaw: I caught a fish!
ThunderClan: What are you fucking [size=3pt]gay[/size] ??

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]adderpaw should be a big bully and force Firpaw to teach him how to fish while insulting him colorfully about how much of an idiot he is pls

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]could u?? que is making me make her reads & gotta reply to some stuff rip me

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]"Firpaw!"

It wasn't often that his name was called with so much intent, and he looked visibly surprised as he looked up from grooming his shaded brown pelt, placing his paw down from where it was raised. Adderpaw? His nose wrinkled slightly at the thought of the apprentice; he could still remember the shrill older male snapping at him when Daisy had gotten injured, but then again, he could also recall several other members snapping at him as well. It was a common thing, really. Getting up, the tom would cautiously approach, his pelt unusually shiny compared to the ruffled appearances that ThunderClanners had. The fish were taking a toll on the sleekness of his fur, of course. "Adderpaw." he greeted, putting on a friendly smile disputes his initial hesitance. "What do you need?"

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]late track!

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]Her being made a warrior scarcely changed Firpaw's opinion of her, nor did her ask for pardon. She was still ambitious and needy, clinging to the medicine cat position as if it belonged to her just because she enjoyed it. Padding forward, the male would wrinkle his nose in distaste, his whiskers twitching and his ears flattening. For once, he didn't agree with Adderstar on this at all.

quick bump

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]"Now, ma'am, that ain't any way to talk to the leader of a clan, even if it's not your own." Firpaw would object, approaching the scene cautiously and stopping beside his sister Cherrypaw. These ShadowClanners earned their reputation of being infamously rude and hostile, but that didn't mean that he had to deal with it in his clan's territory. Butterflypaw was more than enough to handle.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]WHEN UR SISTER HAS A MENTOR BUT U DONT #countryboyproblems

speaking of mentors
*nudges everyone lil bit*
this sexy piece of southern ass would like a mentor pls n thank

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;]hey que
I still haven't made the thread