Posts by nysumma

_{A fire of determenation alight the young she cat's hellish gaze and the little Maine Coon nodded her head. "I wouldn't mind at all. Two mentors means twice the experience." She said with the dismissive twitch or the ear to show she did not mind two mentors at all. Little Aíma was rather hard to the core for a cat of her age but that is BloodClan. It may me an endless machine as Burnout saw it and produce new, worthless gears all the time but occasionally, in a litter of worthless gears emerges a sturdy cog that strengthens the foundation like Dragonwings, Dustsky, Burnout, Haemon, and many others. Aíma might just be one of those cogs.}

_{{{ Yes please. o3o }}}

_{Aima nodded curtly back. She had a lot of chores to do until then, find a good den for her in camp, clean it up, make it look nice and reinforce it to keep out bad weather, touch up, hunt, get cleaned up, and if possable, make new friends of her now fellow apprentices. If she wanted to become well known she needed to introduce herself. The devilish she cat shook out her long fur and let her gazerun over the camp, she wanted a decent den, one that is rather secluded. "Yes mam, tommorow it is." SHe said turning her head back to Dustsky. Then she set off.}

_{A rather happy Aima approached. The young Maine Coon shook out her long black fur and tilted her head. "The ShadowClan medicine cat. She probably put up quite a fight." The young she cat commented. Her orange eyes sparked with interest and she twitched her ear. She was obviously impressed. "What are you going to do with her?" She asked rather politely, it was unlike most young BloodClan cats to speak in a equal tone rather than act surperior and cocky. She apparently had been raised correctly and starting tommorow at the backwards river she would be mentored even more so.}

_{Aima, a young she cat who had been recently apprenticed, shook out her fur. She bent her neck around and groomed her long fur and exited her now rain proofed den. The young Maine Coon turned her hellish orange gaze to the rest of camp and scanned it. She saw Terezi and hesitated before padding towards her. She had heard several things from the slaves, not that she kept them as company but she always listened in on the gossip there. Sitting in the shadows and learning all the clans secrets, the slaves spilling out escape plans silently and then whirling around when she stepped out of the shadows and exited the den, fearing, waiting for someone to walk into the den and kill them for planning escape. Sometimes someone comes, sometimes they don't. All the slaves know is to never plot again in case the devilish Maine Coon was listening in.}

_{"Hi Terezi. I don't think you have met me, I am Aima. I am currently training to become a true warrior." She saidrather politely. It was unlike a young cat to be polite rather than cocky and arrogant. But every once in an while you get a worthwhile youngster that might make a decent warrior. She twitched her tail in a weird sort of way that was hard to explain, it was ab odd habit of hers. She met Terezi's gaze. Her firey eyes holding a friendly and nuetral light to them.}

_{Aima smiled, "My mentor is Dustsky." The black Maine Coon said. She secretly was very happy to have Dustsky as a mentor, the harsh she cat was the perfect warrior to temper her into a fine warrior. Aima wished to be a guard one day, though highly unlikely it was possable, and with Dustsky as a mentor she could reach her maximum potential.}

_{Aima decided to sit so she did so and wrapped her tail around her paws. "Yes, it was a suprise to me she accepted. She comes across to me as someone who would rather not deal with the cocky generation. I guess she saw me different." She said truthfully. "Maybe she heard about my encounter in the nursery. You see when I was a kit two cats broke into the nursery and planned on stealing and then making a meal of the kits. They also planned on doing somethign rather revolting I would rather not say with the kits. They grabbed my nap and got a nasty suprise when they saw I could fight. I tore up the she cat and nearly tore out a tendon in her back leg. The tom literally had to drag his dying mate out of BloodClan territory. I guess she may have been impresed." The apprentice flattened her ears slightly in embaressment as if she did not like recounting the experience as if to come off as arrogant.}

_{"Truthfully I was angry. Angry that those cats were mates and the she cat was pregnant with kits and that the kits would have parents who cared for them. My mother died the morning before I opened my eyes. She had just became an official warrior after being Heartwolf's servant for a moon and went out on patrol. A fox showed up and lunged at Heartwolf but my mother took the blow and.... well.... the rest is pretty predictable. I opened my eyes to Heartwolf curled around me, her eyes were sad but she tried to hide it. I knew what happened anyways. My mother was dead. So when the nursery was raided I got jealous and angry." She admitted ducking her head slightly. "I acted out of rage, not bravery." Aima liked Terezi, maybe she could be a friend. "I am sure pity about your sister makes you sick by now, after all, sympathy does not bring them back." She said, not knowing how well it fit. After all, all the sympathy in the world about Carminepaw's bullying problem would not bring her back to her family in BloodClan.}

_{The wind blew.}

_{A familiar black Maine Coon approached Dustsky, her hellish gaze flared with determination. "Hello Dustsky." Aima greeted her mentor politely. She shoved forward a squirrel. "I caught it when I passed the woods. It is not very plump but squirrels are rare around here so I'd thought I would give it to you." She said.}

_{Aima nodded and buried it by the tree as instructed then returned to her mentor. She didn't bother to groom the blood from her muzle, she could do that after practice. She would most likely be ruff afterward training anyways aand would need a thorough grooming. Instead she just shook out her fur and waited for orders, anticipation showing openly in her eyes.}

_{"You okay there Crosspaw? Looks like you slept in a bed of catmint by the way you walked up." She said with hint of laughter in her voice. She had seen this tom around a few times and was admitably, rather handsome. But then again quite a few toms in BloodClan were. She turned back to Terezi and nodded with an understanding look. "I have seen you and Breakingpaw have been getting closer." She casually brought up, not wanting Terezi to think she was be rude.}

_{Two familiar pelts approached. One was the brilliant spotted pelt of Jahiti, the African accented Serval and the other was the pelt of Aima, the hellish Maine Coon and apprentice of Dustsky. Aima turned her paws towards the general direction of Dustsky, she was not well aquainted with any of the cats here except her mentor and Terezi whom she had spoke with once before. She was melanistic, meaning she had black fur, uncommon for her breed and orange eyes, also uncommon. She inherited both these genes from her unknown father who had been a BloodClan tom who stood up her mom on a one night stand. She had never known much about him or even seen him but she already hated his guts. Jahiti on the other hand did not stride towards who she knew but Jeradi. Something about him caught her eye. "I see you are ready for a little fun." She said with a distinct hitn of laughter in her accented voice. "You are from Texas, correct?" She asked.}

_{Aima nodded, she knew not so much about fighting but rather the anatomy of an cat. In fact, she thinks she has found a new series of moves that can win battles in seconds. "I actualy have found out a few new things. usually you would aim for the ears, throat, and eyes, seing as they are all precious and easily attacked but I prefer to attack tendons, arteries, and nerves. Attacking tendons causes severe pain and limp, even permanent damage, areteries cause you to bleed out and die or simply blackout, but nerves, they are the most difficult, it is next to imposable to perform and truthfully I doubt even I can perform those type of moves unless I get lots of practice on the slaves. To work with nerves you have to master the positioning of each but if I could pull it off for some reason then you could do anything from knock out someone to lock up limbs like their back leg, maybe even kill them with one sharp blow in the right positioning to their nerve." The Maine Coon said. Aima was one odd apprentice, she may not have the skills of Dustsky yet, if ever, but she was at least smart. This aggresive little melanistic she cat would make a fine warrior or even guard one day.}

_{Aima saw the sudden nervous tension in the chocolate torties body. "Don't worry, I won't tell anybody if it makes you uncomfortable. I think I see your reasons." She said in a low voice just low enough to be out of Crosspaw's hearing range. Aima figured Terezi did not want cats calling her a wh*re or a sl*t. After all Dragonwing's had kitted at a young age. "Hard, I have to admit that but I love it. It gives me a challenge in life." She replied about the Dustsky question.}

_{Aima smiled. "Good, you and Breakingpaw make a good pair." She said quietly. She then licked her shoulder. "Does Haemon do that with all apprentices? She did it for your sister to." Aima replied, hoping the mention of the "late" Carminepaw did not bother Terezi.}

_{Aima smiled at her mentors praise. "Yes, I know one in the skull, two in shoulder, and one in the belly. Though as you said I find them unnafective, many cats have grown hardened to them. If only I could show yo-" She was cut off as Cyanide approached. "I think I can solve the nerve thing. You see I would like to loan you my slave as a permenant training dummy, all yours for no charge, he can't catch prey anyways." She said shoving forward a tabby tom. Aima perked up. "Really?" Cyanide flicked her tail dismissively "He's all yours." She said. Aima turned to Dussky. "Can I show you my moves with nerves on him?" She asked eagerly. It was disturbing really. Disturbing to see an apprentice act eager towards using a cat as a play thing for expirements as if its life was void and worhtless, and in Aima's it was. This little she cat was defenatly BloodClan through and through.}

_{Aíma lowered her voice so Wolfpaw would not hear her. "You and Terezi spending a lot of time together. Don't worry, I think I am one of the few who noticed." She whispered. The Maine Coon turned her hellish colored yet friendly gaze to Wolfpaw. "Hey Wolfpaw! Remember me? I am Aíma, the kit who helped fight off Fishscale and Robinblood in the nursery." The Maine Coon said. She had fought alongside the tom and chased them out.}

_{Aíma smiled. Cyanide left Aíma and the others with the slave, showing no interest with training cession. Aíma nodded at Dustsky's comment. "Yeah, I could end up paralyzing you. Nerves are deadly things." She turned to the slave. She took a deep breath and lunged at him but instead of using claws she darted out a sheathed paw at his shoulder. He flinched as her paw struck in a neat blow at his shoulder. He seemed reproved when nothing happened. "You missed the nerve." He said bluntly. Aíma smirked. "Did I? Take a step forward." The dummy obeyed and yowled in shock as he collapsed clumsily to the ground. "M-m-my leg. I can't move it!!!!!" He shouted in panic. Aíma ignored the slave and looked at Dustsky. She had done it, with a little practice she could master the nerves.}

_{Aíma padded up to him and prodded him playfully. "And may I ask why? Did you accidently eat a mouse stuffed with catmint?" She joked. No matter how cold she was with intruders she was generally kind to her clanmates give or take a few. Aíma shook out her fur and cocked her head curiously to the side, her hellish orange eyes alight with amusement at the time disorientated state. Aíma turned her head to Wolfpaw and nodded with a slight laugh as if she was remembering the fight. As soon as Dustsky approached though she became more serious. "If you want my to Dark Forest honest opion I think that our warriors are inbeciles who think they are leader almighty and can do what they please with no consequences. They need to learn that anyone brave enough to ally with us is a worthy ally and not to be screwed with." Aíma said rather politely despite the strong words.}

_{{{ xD I'm case you have not figured out Aíma will crush on Crosspaw in the future. Right now she is rather young and only focuses on friendships and training but she will begin to develop feelings for him as she gains in age. I thought I would give you a heads up. :) }}}