Posts by ~~Dovepaw~~

"My mentor? I don't have one at the moment, but I really, really want one! I heard that they're pretty helpful, so I'd like to find out for myself," the tom told Willowsrain. "Oh, and that's a great thing you're doing to that shrew there. I'm a professional at eating prey slowly and in my own way." As he said that, the ThunderClanner begun to lick robin blood off his paws.

"Hiya Mossflight! What's going on?" Dovepaw greeted his mother. He had realised that Whitepaw seemed to hate her, but of course, Dovepaw was trying to be positive. "Hi Creampaw and Marigoldpaw!"

"Haha, knew it!" the tom boasted, unable to resist. He began to shred the grass between his claws, feeling much pleasure as the blades ripped apart. The grass would grow back, so it didn't matter, right? The grass was probably happy not to be ignored. "Well, I'm not inactive. I'm trying my very best to do whatever I can to help whoever I can!" He reassured his Clanmate with a huge smile.

"Haha, I knew it! And yup, I know him! And I'm great as usual! It's always best to be positive." Only Dovepaw was a bit... too positive. And yet he was positive about all the wrong things without even realising. He didn't even realise how disturbing and wrong he was, simply thinking that his creepy, sadistic hobbies were helping out the Clan. How was he meant to know the truth?

Dovepaw made his way over, standing in front of Olivebranch. "Hi! Are you out patrolling the border, or something else? What's going on?" Best be as friendly as possible. The young tomcat had nothing against cats from other Clans, and was happy to see this one. If they did cause trouble, of course Dovepaw would fight - and would make sure that plenty of blood got on his paws and he left this cat maimed. Not that he would ever hate them or want them dead... though he didn't even know what death was.

"Dead?" Dovepaw was confused as he came over. He didn't believe in death, or the afterlife. He wasn't sure what happened when somebody stopped breathing and idiots buried them in the ground, but he supposed that they then went on to have secret lives underground or something. Hell if he knew. "Oh, and I'm Dovepaw by the way, in case you didn't know. You're Crystalkit, right?"

"Of course I'll go! Anything to help!" Dovepaw announced and he made his way over. Hunting? He loved it. It was a great time to explore, and to take his time brutally tormenting the prey that he found! But they would be fine, right? They'd recover soon. Dovepaw just wanted to know what would happen, and for some reason, he enjoyed the outcome. No way in hell was he scared of himself, but it was unusual. The ThunderClanner assumed that just made him cool.

tracking even though i'm probably super unhelpful with no experience

"Hi Willowsrain, Mossflight. Whitepaw, where do you think you're going? Wanna talk about it?" something was certainly up with Dovepaw's brother, and he wanted to find out what. The ThunderClanner was smart, and he was pretty sure it was something to do with their mother. He wanted to help Whitepaw, and they would need some time to do so. "Hiya Emberkit! I'm also your cousin, and my name's Dovepaw! How does it feel to open your eyes and get on your paws for the first time? You must be scared, right?" Why was Dovepaw hoping that his Clanmate said yes? No way in hell did that make him cruel...

Dovepaw was sneaking out of the camp. After all, he didn't care about the rules - and if he was to do his 'research' he couldn't possibly just stay in a confined space. It would only be a matter of time before the tom begun intruding into other Clan's territories. It was all the same to him, and the borders really meant nothing. Recently though, Dovepaw had been visiting a rather young fox pup to study it. He had no clue where its parents were, and it seemed to be just about getting by. As far as Dovepaw was concerned, they were now something like friends.

But today, Dovepaw didn't run into the fox pup. Instead he found himself encountering a big, fully grown fox. It showed its teeth, letting out a growl. Dovepaw put up quite a fight for his age, as he was physically very strong, but he was up against a very powerful fox. The canine was growing angrier and angrier all the while, snapping at the air. Dovepaw felt his blood splash onto the ground, and tried to fight back. The fox was pretty badly hurt, but then it leapt straight at Dovepaw, sharp teeth heading straight for his throat.

Suddenly, the fox pup leapt in front of Dovepaw, and the older fox's attack hit them instead. The pup collapsed to the ground, letting out weak, feeble gasps. The older fox looked almost shocked, as though the pup they had attacked had been their own. Perhaps thanks to Dovepaw, the fox had not realised it was meant to be enemies with cats. That was good. Dovepaw didn't want enemies. He wasn't saddened that the pup was hurt, for he knew it would recover - or rather, he was unaware that any moment now, the fox would die. But as the fox stopped breathing, Dovepaw realised something. It was okay to attack your own kind. It didn't make you cruel or evil. Hell, there was guilt in that fox's eyes. And the pup's bloodied body, though Dovepaw would never admit it, had saved his life. A hero covered in blood. Hmm. Dovepaw should cover everybody in blood, their own blood, and then they would be heroes, too. And the blood would splatter onto Dovepaw's fur, and they could all be heroes... though Dovepaw would take credit for the idea.

So, what now? Would the fox carry on attacking? Dovepaw didn't know, but he was thankful. This experience had helped him a lot. Maybe his Clanmates would show up to deal with this fox.

Glacierpaw and Dovepaw could have a thread!

Dovepaw was secretly relieved that the other cats had showed up, but he wouldn't show it. If he fought any more though, he would surely... stop breathing? Would that be okay? He'd recover soon, right? But what if his Clanmates decided to bury him underground? Then again, that would be interesting and cool. So the tomcat, blood smothered across his body, leapt straight at the fox, claws aimed at its chest. The jump was feeble, and the sharp claws on one of his paws managed to rake across the chest, causing blood to spray out. But now Dovepaw lay on the ground again, trying to struggle back up - on the brink of death without even realising it.

That was not the reaction Dovepaw had been hoping for, so he decided to push the matter further, freak out his kin. "Stop lying. You're not that big, and it's natural to be scared. Think about it for a moment - if you can, if that's something you can do. You're finally moving around, finally seeing this world for the first time. It's a huge leap in your life, and falling is the obvious outcome," his ice blue eyes were narrowed as he spoke, and the large ThunderClanner gave his cousin a nudge, as if he wanting him to go back to his regular size and act normal. It was amazing how Dovepaw's personality could change so quickly, as he then went on to say, "Nope. In fact, you find them on birds. I actually have a lovely feather collection!"

Dovepaw listened to his Clanmates chattering with a small smile. It really was a wonderful gift to see them happy. Did the tom feel sorry for Spottedfern? Not really. Just because she had lost her tail didn't make her useless. In fact, he was quite interested in finding out about how she had lost it, and what it was like being without it. "I'll make sure to catch Spottedfern something too, he reassured his Clanmates, though he did add, "But let's be much quieter. We don't want to scare any prey away."

As he said that, the delicious scent of mouse, his favourite prey, hit his nostrils. Yes. He would have to catch this, no matter what. Crouching, he began to stalk the rodent, getting closer, closer. Then he leapt. The mouse begun to scurry away, but his claws managed to snag the creature's rear and pull it back. But he wasn't done yet. The ThunderClanner pinned the mouse to the ground, then began to tickle the mouse with a deadly claw. Suddenly, he drove it straight into the mouse's chest, beginning to dig around. When the mouse stopped breathing, Dovepaw did nothing but continue.

When he was eventually done, he licked his lips, and picked up his catch in his paws. "Well, I'm off to a perfect start!"

"Dead..." Dovepaw repeated, still baffled. He heard that term a lot, and it never seemed to be used in a good context. It was a word often said before cats were buried underground for some strange reason. He wanted to find out more, though he did feel as though his Clanmates had misinterpreted its meaning. "What did the fox do? What did the tree branch do? What did the monster do?" The ThunderClanner was clever, but things like these he simply did not understand.

"I know! It's okay, I'll handle everything!" the tom reassured cheerfully, glad that Spottedfern was happy. "And sure! We might as well, and I'll make sure to keep everybody's bellies filled!" He was already a great hunter despite only being newly apprenticed, though he did sometimes get distracted or slow down the hunt by torturing and examining his catches. He began to trot towards the camp exit, energetic.

"Hi! And yeah, what are you doing here?" Dovepaw made his way over, curious. He had nothing against cats who were from outside of ThunderClan, and he believed that everyone should be given a chance. If this cat did decide to cause trouble though, he was more than ready to fight. More than anything, Dovepaw just wanted blood on his paws.

This still meant no sense to Dovepaw. "It's okay - your family are still out there, because they'll never be gone. I don't believe in destiny or fate, but maybe this is just the way it is, what was meant to happen. Maybe you'll find them again someday, maybe not, and it's natural to react the way you are, but I can reassure you that they are still somewhere in this world. Did they get buried?" He still didn't understand death, and thought that being buried led to exploring some strange underground paradise or something.

It hadn't been at all long since Dovepaw's incident with a fox which had led to his belief that heroes were covered in blood, and that it was perfectly fine to hurt those of your own kind. The ThunderClanner had learnt a lot, and was unaware of how more and more disturbing he was becoming over time. He was young, but Dovepaw was very determined as he practised, and his battle skills were excellent. No one would want to go up against him!

Right now the tom was stretching in the middle of camp, flexing his muscles, getting some exercise. He would leave the camp soon, and didn't care who he went with. He didn't even bother with 'sneaking' out of the camp, for he just left. Out there he could hunt, fight, train and... experiment to his heart's content. Every day he was filled with more and more thoughts and experiences, and they were leading him down what he believed to be a fine path, but what was actually a very dangerous one.

As he stretched, there was a smile upon his face. Dovepaw was undeniably a very happy cat, who always looked to be positive and see the good in things. And right now, he was thinking about what a great cat he was, what a help he would be to everyone in the world, and how he would be the most amazing being ever to exist. So, just the usual.

ships with dovepaw? though you would need to be pretty crazy to be with him...

guiltily, I actually spent quite a lot of time doing this. dovepaw should be in pokemon