Posts by Wendigo

Emberpaw furrowed her brow. "Eh, I must have heard the name somewhere. How did Dapplekit get her broken jaw?"

Emberpaw suppressed a laugh. "Well, I guess it's not my business anyways."

The crimson she cat looked as confused as ever. "How so?"

"You have to wait six and a half moons? Huh, the rules must have changed. I became an apprentice at six moons. It's pretty great, but the chores are really a drag. However, my mentor, Silverfeather, is a really great teacher. I learn a lot each day." Emberpaw stretched. "I finished my chores for the day not to long ago, so now I FINALLY have some free time."

Lostkit sat by the entrance to the nursery, observing the other warriors share tounges before they slept. The sounds of playing kits was apparent, but the tiny blue point kit took no notice of them. It's not like she could play with them anyways. Lostkit kneaded her paws impatiently. She watched the sun slowly sink in the horizon. As darkness fell, no mother called the skinny kit into the nursery. Her's was gone, to Starclan knows where. Lostkit didn't care anymore. She never cried anymore, either. She promised she would not. The other warriors slowly slinked off into their dens, one by one, until no one remained. Now it was time. Lostkit slowly stood up, the hobbled into the camp center. She twisted her head around and looked at her hindlegs. Stiff again! Lostkit hissed quietly in frustration. Her lip pulled down more slowly than normal, allowing her mouth to become dry in the night breeze. This is why she couldn't become an apprentice. I can't even be mad properly! It was never Lostkit's fault. She just couldn't work her limbs very well. She was always so slow. When things got to fast for her, Lostkit would suddenly freeze up and fall over. She became even more determined as the haughty laughter of the other kits echoed in her ears. But I'll show them! I'll show them all! Ever since the elders told her the story of Crookedstar, she had one goal in mind. I'll be the first kit to reach the moonpool ever! Then they'll have to make me a warrior! Lostkit sat down and then stood up again a couple times, forcing her legs to bend. Satisfied that they were working decently, Lostkit padded to the camp entrance, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. She tried to be as stealthy as possible, but her stiff, slow gait wasn't exactly Shadowclan worthy. Lostkit's bright, blue eyes scanned the area, looking for the scentry. Seeing none, the small kit scrambled up the slope, gasping with the effort. Suddenly, Lostkit felt her left side go numb. Oh, Starclan! Not now! Please not now! Her limbs tensed and her face froze on her horrified expression. Lostkit felt herself tip over, her legs sagging under her weight. She skidded down the slope on her side, stopping a tail length from the bottom. Lostkit sent a silent plea to Starclan. It seemed like she made about as much noise as a twoleg in the dead silence. Not a sound rang through the camp, except the elder's snoring. After a few minutes, Lostkit was back on her feet. With a final heave of effort, she found herself on level ground. The grass on the moor was ruffled by a small breeze. No prob, Lostkit thought smugly. This is going to be a piece of rabbit! The tiny kit limped away, one of her legs already growing stiff again, the starry sky lighting the path on her impossible journey.

Emberpaw chuckled. "There are just too many cats in this forest!"

Emberpaw sat by the river, poised with one front paw in the air. She had been watching the same carp for what seemed like forever. The large, brown fish slowly turned, totally unaware of Emberpaw, who's heart started beating faster. She had to force her tail to stop thumping impatiently. Closer... Closer... Now! Emberpaw swiped at the fish just like her mentor showed her. It took until midswing for Emberpaw to find out she striked to soon. It was too late. The crimson she-cat had stretched to far over the water, and her own momentum pulled her into the river. Emberpaw wouldn't give up THAT easy. The cat flailed around, trying to grab the slippery carp. Emberpaw couldn't see with the water streaming past her eyes, but she felt something hard and skinny. She clamped down on the fish's backbone, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh. Emberpaw burst out of the river and padded onto the riverbank. She put her freshkill down to get a good look at her magnificent catch and she found... a stick. It was a water soaked stick! Emberpaw thought with distress. I'm the worst fisher under Starclan! Emberpaw caught the eye of the cat who was leading the hunting patrol. He turned away quickly, but Emberpaw still saw the suppressed laugh in them. The apprentice grumbled. Wait a minute! Emberpaw snapped her head up. I'm a poor fisher but I'm a great hunter! That way I wont come back empty pawed. When no one was looking, she padded off into the brush. I'll only be gone for a few minutes. Emberpaw slinked away, opening her mouth to drink in the surrounding scents. A tiny rustling sounded from around a tree. Emberpaw dropped to a hunter's crouch and slowly stalked towards her prey. She leaped at the sound, finding a rabbit nibbling at the roots. Startled, the rabbit began to run. Emberpaw chased the scared prey, unaware of how far away the patrol was becoming. Finally, she pounced on the rabbit and killed it with one blow. The apprentice's strange, colorless eyes flashed with pride at her catch. She tilted her head up to sniff for more prey. Emberpaw's ears instinctively folded back and her lip curled as she scented an unfamiliar cat.
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OOC: If you want to do a surprise attack, then minor to moderate wounds are allowed.

OOC: Actually, Emberpaw was in Riverclan the entire time. She isn't entirely aware of where she is right now, so she could be in any surrounding territories or still in Riverclan.

Emberpaw pricked up her ears at the sound of his voice. "I-I'm warning you," she stammered, visably shaking. "I-I can f-fight!" What am I talking about! Emberpaw had barely ever scuffled with other apprentices, and had never actually fought another cat by herself! The small ginger cat straitened up, trying to look as fierce as she possibly could. You are a warrior, she told herself. Oh, Starclan have mercy!

"Nothing scares a warrior!" Emberpaw desperatly tried to keep her voice from shaking. "Come any closer and you're crowfood!" The apprentice unsheathed her claws and dug them into the soil. Just let him try something! I won't go down without a fight! Emberpaw glared at the loner, trying her best to look brave. A small sliver of fear still flickered in the back of her gaze. The red fur along Emberpaw's spine fluffed up and she bared her teeth.

Emberpaw grew confused. He doesn't look like he wants to attack... Emberpaw shook that thought away. She found herself growing bolder. "For your information, I will be a warrior soon. That way, I can kick cats like you out of Riverclan territory every day!" Emberpaw looked at her surroundings for the first time. Nothing looked familiar to her. A bolt of panic shot through her body, provoking a new wave of fear. Emberpaw lowered her body, almost to a hunting crouch, and began to back away slowly. "T-the hunting party w-will notice i'm g-gone, and then y-you'll be in b-big trouble..." Emberpaw regretted leaving the party without asking. There was no telling where they were at now.

Emberpaw tried to keep her legs from shaking. She summed up all of her bravery and snarled, "I'd like to see you try." Honesty, Emberpaw wouldn't like to see. She did know that she might have to fight her way out of this encounter, though. Emberpaw gulped. He looked as though he had seen the light of battle many times. However, his tone wasn't hostile or threatening. Emberpaw grew even more unsure. Is it a trick so I would drop my guard? Or is he just toying with me?

Emberpaw slowly stood up. She remained on guard slightly, but she allowed herself to relax a little. "If you aren't going to kill me, then what do you want?" He wants you off his turf, frogbrain. She backed up a little more. Emberpaw had never met a loner before, but she was sure if he wanted her dead, he would have engaged her a long while ago. Her fur steadily flattened against her back.

"Oh, um..." Emberpaw flicked her tail towards her previously neglected freshkill. "I was hunting. I guess it's your prey, since it's your territory." She kneaded her small white paws together. "I guess I got carried away during the chase."

"Oh, alright," Emberpaw said, sounding relieved. Realizing her claws were still buried in the soil, Emberpaw quickly shook any excess dirt off her paws and sheathed them. Her mood suddenly brightened. "Thanks! My name's Emberpaw! What's yours?"

"Yeah. I never had any reason to go out," Emberpaw said, slightly embarrassed. Was it really that obvious? "Erm..." Emberpaw looked around. "You wouldn't happen to know the way back to Riverclan, do you?"

Slowly slinking through the morning mists, the faint form of a wandering tom shivered against the horizon. His movements were weak and deliberate, and his dark, ragged pelt hung loosely on his starved frame. The strange tom walked in a wavy line, his paws stumbling over each other. He was obviously delirious. He was carrying a small bundle of fur, humming a quiet tune while he did so. Finally, one of his paws caught under another, and he fell. The small bundle fell out of his grasp and skidded a tail length in front of his face. The tom did not get up. The faint heaving of his chest slowed. He sang the last line of his tune outloud; "Ah, for le rugissement du dragon et le vol du pheonix, dont aucune merveille ne compare, les oiseaux ne chantera pas, mais la sonnerie retentira encore, toutes les mauvaises choses seront tournera vers Pierre, peut les vautours croquer vos os, je sais que je peux aller ou les stars de briller pas, mais vous irez en premier..." The faint rise and fall of his chest stopped altogether.

The small kit looked up at Saturnalia with curiousity. Her bright amber eyes showed no fear, though there was a something... off about them. Her dark fur was dappled with patches of bright red fur, and her scent was very foriegn. She wasn't from the clans, but the light, floral scent was very different from any normal rouge. The kit stuggled to her feet and mewled pitifully.

The kit stilled, letting its paws dangle oddly. She looked around at the territory, which was new to her, the stared at the body of the strange tom who had carried her here. She began to hum the same tune quietly, almost inaudibly. Her tail flicked around with amusement.

"Erm..." Emberpaw frowned. "They were by the river, last time I saw them. But I'm not sure how long ago that was..." She flicked her tail, annoyed with herself for losing track of time. "Oh..." Emberpaw realized. If any Riverclan warrior saw him, they would attack on sight. That might be a bigger challenge than one bumbling apprentice.