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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Nov 20, 2007 16:18:31 GMT -5
Emberpaw padded softly near the oak tree. She turned and looked up at it, her blue gaze searching for the kind of moss she wanted. Emberpaw had long since learned that that moss on trees was softer than the moss on the ground, and wanted to prove it to Cinderheart, her mentor.
Her eyes noticed a clump of moss not too far above her head, but high enough up that she couldn't leap up and pull it down. She looked around for a stick she could use to get it and saw a rock that would give her just enough height to grab the moss with her claws.
She relaxed her muscles, and then ran to the stone, pounced on it, turned around and leaped up smoothly to dig her claws into the tree. In a second she had her claws in the moss, but then the rotted bark of the tree cracked, and she fell.
Emberpaw flipped herself over in mid air, and hit the ground two second later.
Her back legs landed heavily, but they only stung. Her left front paw hit a rock, and her paw pad slit open. Her right paw hit the side of the rock and throbbed, but there seemed to be nothing wrong with it other than the pain.
Emberpaw cursed lightly. "All this for a piece of moss." she mumbled, annoyed with herself for being so foolish. She should have just looked for a stick. It would take her hours to walk back to camp now.
OOC - Somebody please RP with her....and tell me if the fall was realistic.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Nov 25, 2007 12:21:35 GMT -5
OOC: It was cool! I don't really know about realistic, but it seemed plausible enough to me.
Lilykit let out a mew of surprise as the cat she'd been watching jumped and landed so dramatically. The tiny ShadowClanner had been running around the strange territory when the other cat happened by. Lilykit knew that she was lucky there were so many ShadowClan scents around - most of the time a ThunderClanner would smell a ShadowClanner hiding behind a pile of mouse bile. Lilykit had hidden because she wasn't sure whether she was supposed to leave camp. After all, they were guests. And she wasn't really allowed to ever leave camp anyway, being a kit. But everyone was too preoccupied to notice - no ShadowClanner knew their temporary home territory well enough and no ThunderClanner cared about some ShadowClan kit. But now she had made herself known, and wasn't sure what would happen.
OOC: blah. My writing isn't at its best in that rant-like post. xD
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Nov 25, 2007 18:23:24 GMT -5
OOC - I think it was fine. But could you mention what she looks like in your next post?
Emberpaw turned around in surprise to see a kit watching her. She ignored the throbbing of her foot, which had gotten worse since she moved so quickly, to focus on the kit. She smelled of ShadowClan, and Emberpaw abruptly remembered that ShadowClan was staying in thier camp. But why is this kit out here? Did she just sneak out? Well, the best way to find out is to ask...
"Hello. Aren't you supposed to be in camp?" she asked, trying her hardest to make her voice sound like her mentor's; warm, comforting, and slightly amused.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 6, 2007 19:51:07 GMT -5
The light orange kit looked up, making her eyes wide and innocent. She was good at that look, although she had once been better. Her round, tangerine orbs gazed imploringly at the apprentice. "I just have so much energy. It's so hard to be in one place all day." She hoped that the ThunderClanner would take pity and let the tiny kit run around some more. Then, at the thought of running around, the tiny tabby jumped up. Displaying the attention span of a newborn fly, Lilykit purred an offer - "We could play! Then I'll go right back to the camp. I've always wanted to play with an apprentice!" She said all this in one fast gust of air, taking no breath, even in between sentences. She gasped a breath afterwards, filling her slightly deprived lungs full of the scented breeze. She puffed up a little with the movement, and squeaked as her sides began to hurt, a sharp feeling like claws were stabbing her again. She would never get used to that, not as long as she lived. But she covered up her sudden distraction by going right back on topic, just like she'd always done. Every movement caused her pain, but nothing could stop a kit determined to be just as mobile as and twenty times more energetic than everyone else. She quivered with excitement at the idea of playing with a ThunderClanner.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Dec 6, 2007 20:52:01 GMT -5
Emberpaw supressed an amused purr as the orange kit mentioned how she hated staying still. When I was her age, I was that way too. I guess this just proves all kits are the same.
The silver apprentice almost recoiled in surprise when Lilykit mentioned wanting to play with an apprentice. She wasn't used to cats wanting to talk to her, nevermind play with her.
Emberpaw noticed that the bright colored kit seemed to be hurt. I'll have to find out what's wrong, and I should get her to Cinderheart's den, just in case.
"I'd love to play with you. What's your name?" she asked kindly.
Emberpaw frowned again, wondering how best to bring up the subjects that the kit was likely to hate. Well, I'm not very subtle. I should just go for the blunt way
"Are you hurt? We should go back to camp, I can play with you there. Since I'm a medicine cat apprentice, maybe I can teach you about some herbs."
It was a flat out bribe, and Emberpaw knew it. She just hoped the kit would agree, as she didn't want to try and carry her back with her hurt foot.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 6, 2007 22:03:42 GMT -5
Lilykit froze, and for a second was glaring. "It's not bad, and it's not gonna go away, nether." Her grammar declined as she switched from playful to fiercely defensive. "An' Cinderheart or whoever can just ask my medicine cat 'bout it, not me." And then, her face cleared, and the innocence of a kit took over. Any anger that she had had for the question evaporated. "But never mind that," she continued brightly, "I'm Lilykit and I really want to play with you!" Lilykit was older than many kits her size, about five moons, but she was still very young and acted half her age sometimes. She was just to energetic to be mature.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Dec 8, 2007 13:11:24 GMT -5
Emberpaw relaxed. If her medicine cat knew about it, then there was no reason to worry.
"I would like to play with you, Lilykit, but I think we should go back to camp. It's not really very safe out here, and I hurt my paw, so I should go to Cinderheart's den so I can get some cobwebs to wrap it up." the silver cat meowed, careful to keep her voice warm and friendly.
Then she added, "You have a very pretty name, Lilykit, but I think I'm going to call you Sunburstkit, because you're so bright in color. What do you think?"
Emberpaw knew that she wasn't allowed to rename a kit or really even just call Lilykit by a different name, but she suspected that Lilykit wouldn't mind, and she rather liked the name.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 9, 2007 15:17:58 GMT -5
Lilykit tilted her head, looking at the medicine cat apprentice with slightly narrowed eyes. "But that's not my name," she said, and her voice was clouded with confusion. There was not a dash of hostile ThunderClan-ShadowClan distrust in her tone. The kit was innocent of the two Clans' hate for each other, having grown up almost part of Emberpaw's community. She didn't understand why this apprentice didn't want to call her Lilykit, but she had a kit's attention span and really just wanted to run around and play.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Dec 11, 2007 11:43:08 GMT -5
"Right, well, it doesn't really matter. But we really need to get back to camp. I promise I will play with you, but my foot is hurt, so I need to go get it fixed." Emberpaw meowed, doing her best to keep the tiredness out of her voice.
Cinderheart will know what to do. Then I can rest.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 13, 2007 20:08:13 GMT -5
Lilykit narrowed her eyes. She wasn't as young as she looked, and knew this trick already. How many times had older cats tried to get her back to camp with that offer? If she had a bite of fresh-kill for every instance, she'd be fat as a lazy kittypet. "I'll just find someone else to play with if your paw's hurt," she meowed, trying to sound kind or generous. She began to wonder off in the direction away from the ThunderClanner's dens, knowing that Emberpaw would try to get her to turn around. She kept her tail high and her ears forward so that hopefully the medicine cat apprentice would think she was younger and had less experience. Her acting wasn't great, but she couldn't see her own stiff tail and exaggerated strides.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Dec 16, 2007 13:57:35 GMT -5
Emberpaw sighed. She was hurt, and this was just testing her patience.
"Look, Lilykit, I will play with you, I swear by StarClan. You can even follow me around until I do. But both of us need to get back to camp. It's dangerous." Emberpaw meowed, hoping to convice the kit to come with her, as she wasn't sure she could chase her down if she had to.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 20, 2007 18:54:35 GMT -5
"That's fine with me, I can outrun any danger." To Lilykit, this was the truth - she ran every day, racing for as far and long as she could. She had unknowingly conditioned her heart and lungs, along with her already strong muscles, in her constant play. She had lost some of her interest in playing with this ThunderClan cat, now wanting mostly to use her legs in some real work, the kind that got her chest pounding and her breath short. That kind of fun made her happy and contented, a good kind of tired. She wasn't often out of energy except sometimes after a really long run when she'd just sit and pant. She looked forward to that more than jumping about and pretending to fight these days. She didn't realize how much of a sign that was - a sign that she was getting older and more mature.
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Post by silvercloud on Dec 23, 2007 2:26:42 GMT -5
Way in the top of the owl tree, a lone she-cat sat on one of the branches. She swivled her ears; someone was under the tree, and, from the sounds of it, discontent. Sighing, she started down the tree, one branch at a time. Willowfire was a very practical cat, and always got staight to the point, so when she landed on solid ground, and saw a kit and an apprentice, both injured, she said, "What'd you do this time, fall out of a tree?"
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 24, 2007 20:52:43 GMT -5
OOC: She wouldn't know that Lilykit's injured; her father nearly killed her when she was about a week old and now her sides hurt whenever she does anything. But she hides it really well...  You don't have to correct it, just so you know 
Lilykit, being five moons old, laughed when the newcomer spoke. "She did actually," purred the ShadowClan kit, giggling at the question. Her eyes had become bright again, all traces of defiance gone as she watched the newest cat to join the little group. Her attention span was tiny except when she was running, and she had already almost forgotten about her argument. She laughed even as pain shot through her sides, ruining the moment. Every time she moved, that stupid injury would kick in again, making her body scream to just sit still for once. But Lilykit didn't gave in and it was her plan that she never would.
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Post by silvercloud on Dec 25, 2007 6:09:44 GMT -5
Willowfire sighed, "Great, medicine cat apprentices falling out of trees and getting into arguments with Shadowclan kits. Honestly, what has the world come to." At first, it might have seemed like a joke, but the she-cat meant every word of it. "You aren't supposed to be out of camp, little kit." She said in a dark voice, "It can be dangerous out here you know. Why, you never know who might come along to try and hurt you."
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You don't have to correct it, just so you know 