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  • WATCHING MY YOUTH SLIP AWAY [open] SURELY IS A CRIME

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    Acornkit's pair of green eyes widened with wonder at Hufflepaw's idea. He didn't quite grasp the concept of it all, but that just made it even more mysterious and interesting. And then a clanmate who just came along didn't seem to know what was going on. Acornkit turned to Ironpaw, almost in awe of the large apprentice and mistaking him for a warrior. "We split into teams-" the orange tabby began, and took a breath. Man, his voice was all squeaky and kitlike. He needed to work on that. "And we slide down the hill... on a flat wood-thing." he finished as descriptively as he could manage.


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  • HUP TWO THREE FOUR ;; training


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    The kit nodded solemnly. It would have been quite an adventure, had he been able to learn everything, but he clearly wasn't up to that challenge. Yet. Not with those clumsy orange paws. It was great, though, to have somebody teach him. It was considerate of the white feline to level his head with Acornkit's - his green eyes didn't have to reach up so far. Seemed like this would be a great session. "Thanks," mewed the tabby loudly, enthusiasm growing even more. "I'm Acornkit. What's your name?" Know thy enemy and all that. Not that you should judge a cat by their title.


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  • ANNOUNCEMENTS AND A LAZY TITLE

    Flintpaw nodded. The student would probably show up, not that she had any major reason. Mainly to see what the Bloodclanners were like. She didn't have a date, but she didn't need one. She wasn't going to dance anyway. Just hang by the sidelines.

  • BLOODCLAN'S VALENTINE'S DAY BALL

    Late. But the dark gray feline had kind of made that a habit. Flintpaw was late most of the time nowadays. Not that it mattered much to her. As long as she showed up, right? The student didn't expect to see a thick flow of the reddish liquid bordering the territory, but somehow managed to get over the fact that they used blood to decorate their land. It was expected, representing her clan, to respect the cultures of allies. They were called BloodClan for a reason, then.


    The RadicalClanner flicked blue eyes around the scene. It figured, she couldn't spot any clanmates around. Well, it was why she came. To meet others from other clans. The student just didn't know how. So she sat there silently, observing.

  • bored bored bored-open-

    "Congratulations," mewed Flintpaw, not sure what to say. Pregnancy wasn't her expertise but it could be both a good and bad thing. The dark gray student herself wouldn't have bothered to risk offending the deputy like that, but anyways. Maybe Flintpaw was just too much of a rump-kisser. Not surprising. What she didn't expect, though, was the loud exclamation exiting the jaws of a familiar red tabby. Kirka was feeling better, eh? That was one less thing Flintpaw got to worry about. Yeah. Flintpaw was glad for Kirka.

  • BLOODCLAN'S VALENTINE'S DAY BALL

    The dark gray student barely had time to widen her ashen blue eyes before a mass of red fur hit her side. Flintpaw had to take in a deep gasp of air to recover. She turned to Kirka. Flinty? That was new. Then again, the student hadn't really ever had a nickname. 'Flinty' wasn't a bad place to start. And it seemed that Kirka was back on her feet - um, back on her paws. Flintpaw avoided the subject, in attempt to avoid depressing memories, which they both probably would not prefer going over.


    But it was great to see her clanmate. Good timing indeed. Flintpaw was trying to make herself more optimistic, but it wasn't really working. She always somehow managed to bounce between pessimism and optimism. She was more of a mellow, go-with-the-flow type of feline.


    "Hello Kirka," mewed the student after taking a small step away from her friend. It was great to see her as her boisterously joyful self, but one had to be cautios around such bombs of exploding happiness. "Did you come here... with someone?" she asked, an almost mischevious tint in her blue eyes. The red tabby was younger than her - or at least she thought. Though Kirka was already a Radical now, while Flintpaw was still a student. Nevermind that. Flintpaw considered herself too young and inexperienced to go out with anyone. Actually, she wouldn't know what kind of 'anyone' to go out with. Identity problems and all that jazz. And though she usually didn't go poking others about their business, this was a Valentines Ball, for sake. 'Someones' weren't exactly secrets at this kind of event.


  • bored bored bored-open-

    Flintpaw nodded in a sad attempt to seem nonchalant. The student didn't tend to mess with hopes and dreams and wishes. They had always seemed to let her down. Of course, she hadn't lived very long, and life wasn't bad in any way. Life was good. It was just her character that led her to avoid goals and aspirations, almost her choice to accept the flow. The nature of things, and things as how they happen. Flintpaw probably wouldn't have kits, but if she did, she thought it better to just wait and see how the birthing would turn out. The student wouldn't bother to worry or stress or cross paws... though that was all good and well-intentioned. Kept others happy and busy, so she didn't have a problem with it.

  • ONE SHEET OF BOUNTY IS MORE ABSORBENT THAN THE AVERAGE BRAND [open]

    Flintpaw had been out in the cold, wandering around. As per usual. It happened that she came across the group and, not sure where they were headed, decided to tag along. The dark gray student hadn't seen the rhinoceros before, and lagged a little behind to space herself. It was thanks to her own inactivity, of course, that she had missed the big creature. You couldn't miss an elephant in the room like that otherwise.

  • BLOODCLAN'S VALENTINE'S DAY BALL


    Flintpaw shook her head. "No way." Amusement flickered in her eyes at the situation. It was a ball. It felt good to defy tradition and come without a partner. The dark gray student had no clue who Lolitakit was, so she left the subject alone. There didn't seem to be many creatures around at the moment. "How do you think they get all that blood?" asked Flintpaw after a span of silence, gesturing to the thick river of red fluid bordering the site.

  • ONE SHEET OF BOUNTY IS MORE ABSORBENT THAN THE AVERAGE BRAND [open]

    "Good," replied the student, dipping her head. The general question had been an open one, just like this trip seemed to be. These guys didn't seem to be so bad. Maybe this 'hike' would be a good thing. "Thanks." Flintpaw added, watching Clarissa. The cheetah's eyes were... intriguing. And the fact that there was a rhino among them was interesting enough in itself, to the dark gray feline. Flintpaw looked out into the forest. There was so much snow, and the temperatures were lower than she remembered. But the student could tough it out, right? It was just a hike. Wouldn't last a week or anything.

  • PLEASE DON'T SHUT ME OUT AGAIN! [open] PLEASE DON'T SLAM THE DOOR!

    "Sure," mewed the dark gray student. Flintpaw hadn't been on many hunting trips at all during her two moons of apprenticeship. Only two, to be exact. She was slacking. And her skills were slacking too. She hadn't had any official training, but she had seen others stalk and catch the little critters. The student would have to remember the techniques.
    There wouldn't be any easy prey around, what with the low temperatures and the snow. Flintpaw wouldn't be much help. She doubted she'd make multiple catches; even just one was doubtful. But the student could watch, and learn; she was good at that. Good at being unhelpful too, sadly. Maybe that would change someday. But she would have to be the one to change it.


    Anyway, Flintpaw followed the new student outside, prepared to be outdone by the younger she-cat.

  • we can go where we want to [open] we can leave your friends behind

    "Yeah I'll come," mewed the dark gray student, not holding her breath. The daughter of Sigma seemed to be holding a lot of a patrols and the like. And was just an apprentice. Good for her. Flintpaw, on the other hand, hadn't been around much and didn't expect any hearty recognition. She was just interested to see if there would be any intruders or non-clanners around. Couldn't miss something like that. And if not, this would still be a worthwhile trip. Anything was worthwhile if you saw it in the right light.

  • ONE SHEET OF BOUNTY IS MORE ABSORBENT THAN THE AVERAGE BRAND [open]

    "We could visit the burial grounds," suggested the student lightly, just to throw an idea out there. Flintpaw didn't really care one way or another, but no one else seemed to have a preference either. The dark gray student just figured hiking meant sightseeing, and you could learn quite a bit about your clan from its past. The dark gray student wasn't sure where the burial grounds were though. Either west or east of the museum, her roleplayer had just looked at the map but forgotten. "But you're the leader. You get to decide." added the student, stating the obvious. She grimaced at herself inwardly.

  • bored bored bored-open-

    "I'm Flintpaw," the dark gray student returned, watching the ocelot. She had never met an animal of that species before, and naturally was intrigued. There were so many different kinds of creatures in this world. But her ashen blue gaze flicked to the others in attempt to be casual. Didn't want to freak out a newcomer with stares. Or anyone else. But Holly didn't seem to be afraid of strangers, presenting herself to the group and such. Maybe not so skittish that she'd get nervous under curious glances. Why was Flintpaw debating this? She looked back at Majesty and gave a small nod in agreement. Congratulations indeed. Probably a major milestone for the feline. One that Flintpaw was unlikely to hit herself. Not that she needed or wanted to.

  • HEY LOOK OUT FOR THAT MOVNG VAN! [open] LOOK OUT! LOOK OUT! LOOK OUT!

    "Yes please," the student answered interested. Flintpaw hadn't ever been fishing either. It was hard to imagine scooping fish out of the water, with the non-opposable thumbs of hers. She would probably look like a fish herself, flopping around the water, angling herself in different ways to try and reach the sea creatures. But if the student managed to get down the basic techniques, she could add another life skill to her expertise. Catching and eating fish.


    But it was wintertime, and Flintpaw thought that most cold-blooded sea creatures would have migrated to warmer waters by now. She didn't know much about fish, though, and hadn't traveled over to the territory's rivers recently. "The rivers and lakes might be frozen over this time of year, right?" Even so, this would still be a decent trip. They could slide across the ice or something.

  • your goody-two-shoes prude is a work of art ; open - patrol !

    Flintpaw spotted the group as they were leaving and was about to call after them, but her voice failed. Clearing her throat, the dark gray student settled on catching up. She didn't sprint - she would have to save some energy and warmth for the patrol - but when she finally reached the group, Flintpaw slowed down again. She offered a quiet 'hello' - - not to bother anyone occupied with something else - and turned to Kirka. As she was about to nudge the red tabby, Kirka vanished. Flintpaw paused. Of course age believed it, there were already too many real and strange things in this world to not accept yet another. The student just hadn't ever encountered invisibility before, as far as she knew. The student swallowed, feigned as if the nudge was actually a stretch, and attempted to become nonchalant.

  • BLOODCLAN'S VALENTINE'S DAY BALL


    "Probably," replied the feline, nodding. They were allies, after all. Flintpaw felt kind of bad for Kirka, having to face that fact. "But this is a bonding-thing; violence and such aren't permitted," she finished, looking around. And a romance bonding-thing at that. You didn't expect a hardcore kidnapper to come trancing up and start the slow-dance. But life was full of unexpected things. Flintpaw gave Kirka a reassuring glance and turned to watch the dancers. If her red tabby pal came to be in some sort of trouble, Flintpaw would be there to help. She wouldn't make much of a difference; her fighting skills were lacking. But she could try. And there was always moral support and the buddy system and stuff like that.