Posts by shantih

There was a faint breeze in the air. Summerfern was surprised to smell cat-scent on it, and cocked her head to one side curiously. No, this scent wasn't Shadowclan - her initial instinct to fight faded.

'Lostpaw,' murmured Summerfern at once. She barely knew the young apprentice.

She couldn't scent any other cats in the air, was Lostpaw alone? Summerfern walked through the grass, not caring if the rabbits she was hunting saw her.

'What are you doing out of camp alone?' she asked, her voice colder than she had intended it to be. 'Did your mentor send you?'

OOC: I'm sorry I spelt your name wrong in the title

'I won't,' promised Sparrowkit - although she didn't really think her fur was all that pretty. Sometimes it reminded her of mud.
Sparrowkit wondered what Featherglow's kits would look like. She wondered if they would have their mother's green eyes - she hoped they would.

'What does your mate look like?' she mewed. 'I was trying to picture what your kits would look like. I hope they have your eyes,' she added.

Sparrowkit nodded, picturing the tom in her head. Black coat, white markings - she etched them into her mind. She wanted to be able to recognize Galaxypelt when she saw him.

'He sounds nice,' she said, 'did you meet him when you were an apprentice, or after that?'

OOC: So short ... *sob* I'm lacking creative juices right now. :(

Summerfern cocked her head to one side, thinking. Leaf-bare was coming, Windclan needed food. If Lostpaw had been hunting, then he had been doing Windclan a service.

'How about you join me?' she said at last. 'I've been hunting since dawn. Some company would be a nice change.'

Summerfern didn't give Lostpaw time to answer - she walked off. If Lostpaw wanted to, he could join her.

'He will be a great father, if you like him,' said Sparrowkit loyally. She completely trusted Featherglow's judgement.

Sparrowkit couldn't imagine what it would be like when she became a warrior - even now she had barely begun to think about what life would be like as an apprentice. What would her warrior name be? Sparrowkit purred aloud at the thought.

Summerfern heard pawsteps behind her. Lostpaw had decided to join her after all. Over her shoulder, Summerfern spoke to the apprentice.
'I've already caught a rabbit, and wounded another one - I had it but it kicked me. It will probably die of blood los trying to run away. Tell me if you scent blood in the air - that will probably be the rabbit.'

Sparrowkit couldn't help it - she had a short attention span. Although she was beginning to think about life as an apprentice, it had only been for a short amount of time.

'Of course I'm excited!' she squeaked, 'I keep wondering what my mentor will be like. I hope I get a nice one.'

Summerfern watched Lostpaw successfully catch a rabbit. He was a good hunter, she had to admire his skill.
She continued her walk through the grass, still hoping to catch the scent of blood on the air. A wounded rabbit couldn't have gone too far, so where was it?
Summerfern hissed, irritated. Then she caught the scent.

'I scented blood,' she said to Lostpaw. 'It's close by.'

Sparrowkit laughed.
'I don't know if that's a good idea,' she giggled, 'I don't think that my mentor would be pleased of my mum came and beat him up for me!'

Although Sparrowkit already loved Featherglow as if she were her birth mother, deep down, by the time she was an apprentice she wanted to be a cat who could fight her own battles.

Summerfern followed Lostpaw, carefully watching to see how he tracked the wounded rabbit. Impressed by Lostpaw's tracking skills, Summerfern continued the follow the apprentice, still scenting the air.

Then the sharp tang of blood hit the roof of Summerfern's mouth and she knew that they were close. Crouching down low - her golden-orange pelt was always a nuisance to hide - and pressing her stomach to the ground, Summerfern indicated with a slight twist of her head for Lostpaw to do the same. They had to be very close now.

OOC: Lostpaw can catch the rabbit, if you like.

Cat's Name: Hawkpelt
Cat's Age: Sixteen Seaons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: ShadowClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: <blockquote>Hawkpelt was named so because his coat much resembles the colour of a red-tailed hawk. His fur is a rusty brown, and he has eyes that are literally yellow. Hawkpelt is a big cat, and his frame only encourages his ‘tough guy’ persona. Hawkpelt has a white stomach and forepaws. </blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Some cats are born to fight, others are born for flight. Hawkpelt is definitely the former. His physical strength and act now, think later policy makes him a formidable enemy – a cat whose good side it is wise to stay on. Yet despite his hostile personality, deep down Hawkpelt still wants to be socially accepted – and is actually quite sensitive. He often bears long-standing grudges against cats that have wronged him. Emotionally cold and distant, it is a rare thing for Hawkpelt to show his softer side to other cats – yet he becomes awkward and somewhat shy when he is shown kindness by others. </blockquote>History: <blockquote>Hawkpelt was born into Shadowclan, already semi-orphaned, having lost his father before he was born. Throughout his kit-hood he was told he had to become a fierce warrior to honor his father’s memory. Hawkpelt was jealous of the other kits that had both parents living, and distanced himself from them. As an apprentice, he began to see the cats his own age as the competition, and rivals for fame that he thought was rightfully his. Hawkpelt trained extremely hard as an apprentice, but he lacked the resilience to take criticism from his peers – and during those six moons he made many one-sided enemies. He also began blaming others for the misfortunes he brought upon himself, and soon developed, to an extent, a high opinion of himself.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>:) </blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>

The title pretty much says it all. My WC warrior, Summerfern, is looking for an apprentice. The link to her bio is here:

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I don't really mind what sort of personality your kit has - anything goes. Just no Kitty-Sues, okay?

:)

'Of course I will,' smiled Sparrowkit. She didn't really understand why Featherglow had said what she said, but she didn't let it bother her. 'I'll make sure that I come and visit you and the kits as much as I can!' mewed Sparrowkit.

Summerfern watched Lostpaw catch the injured rabbit.

'Good work,' Summerfern meowed, 'we should probably had back to Windclan now.' She would pick up her previous kill on the way back.

Summerfern sighed, wishing she had caught the young rabbit. An apprentice coming back with better fresh-kill than her! Once again, Summerfer reminded herself that food was food - the clan must be fed.

Summerfern said nothing at the apprentice's taunts, mildly amused. A part of her, a younger, more free part, wanted to reply with an equally childish, sing-song retort of her own. Summerfern bit back a smile, having to remind herself that she wasn't a kit any more. It was her duty to be a good role model to all of the apprentices - and chanting out comebacks probably wasn't the best way to go about it.

'You're a good hunter, Lostpaw,' said Summerfern, 'your mentor must be proud.'

OOC: I don't really mind - it's not exactly as if Sparrowkit can go and battle Shadowclan in her spare time. If you're fine with hanging out in the nursery, I'm fine too. But if things get too dull, we can blow everything up, right? (And apparently Bloodclan will be raiding soon-ish. But you didn't hear that from me! :))

IC:
Sparrowkit purred. She couldn't wait to meet her new siblings! She tried to picture what it would be like when she went to see them, but she was having a hard time putting herself in the picture. What would she look like when she was older, when she was Sparrowpaw? Would she be taller? Sparrowkit hoped so - sometimes being small was such a pain.

'So maybe you're not the greatest fighter Windclan has ever seen. Well, neither am I, but I still have fun,' said Summerfern, in an effort to encourage Lostpaw. 'And although I don't look it, I was actually a very small kit. I wasn't allowed to start my apprenticeship until I was seven moons old, instead of six. All of my friends teased me at the time, still calling me Summerkit.'

OOC: Me too - I'm constantly sticking my nose into other clan's business, and then totally panicking when I can't do anything to stop it ... Because I'm not supposed to know :)

IC:
'I'll be careful,' promised Sparrowkit instantly, she would do pretty much anything that Featherglow would ask of her.
But what was there to be afraid of? Of course there was Shadowclan and the likes of such, but they were far away. It wasn't possible for there to be danger from within Windclan, right?

Sparrowkit felt as if she had been drenched in ice-cold water. For several seconds it seemed as she had forgotten how to breathe. Then she took a deep breath, snuggling closer into Featherglow's side.

Sparrowkit didn't like the idea of death. It was so final. You couldn't escape it - ever.

'What happened?' she asked.

'It's okay not to like fighting,' said Summerfern, 'and just because you're focussed and don't spend all your time bragging about your skills, it doesn't mean you're a bad fighter. And you're not pathetic - you're an excellent hunter,' meowed Summerfern approvingly.