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Feb 17, 2006 17:45:30 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 17, 2006 17:45:30 GMT -5
Padding back into camp, limping upon the sore paw from a hunting injury, the pretty she-cat apprentice strode in with a distant look upon her facial features. Light-gree eyes resembling those of gleaming green ambers and glistening peridots glanced over to the fresh-kill pile. It seemed small for this time of season of leaf-bare and as she stared at it, the reddish tabby with various black stripes and tannish splashes of spots resembling that of leaves, sighed heavily. Walking past the heap, the apprentice came upon the Apprentice's Den and laid down inside.
Amberpaw, as she was so called, began licking her wound delicately. It stung obviously by the way she winced, but she bravely began to mend it up. The wound was not a deep wound, only a small cut, but it apparently held deeper meaning to the she-cat apprentice. On her first mission, thought only on her own, to hunt and catch prey for the clan failed miserably. She knew she did everything right, if it wasn't for her waiting for too long...
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Feb 17, 2006 19:20:14 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Feb 17, 2006 19:20:14 GMT -5
OOC: so she was gone for a while? Birchclaw padded into camp with a thin mouse in his jaws. a familiar reddish tail dissapeared into the apprentices den and the scent of Amberpaw was in the air. forgetting to place his catch in the pile, the brown point bounded across the snowy clearing and into his old den
"Amberpaw?" he mewed timidly into the gloom "is that you?"
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Feb 17, 2006 21:29:16 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 17, 2006 21:29:16 GMT -5
Upon the pawsteps of her familiar friend, Amberpaw stopped in mid-lick and peered up at the Warrior once apprentice of Midnightfang. "Indeed, it is I," she replied with a solemn answer. Light-green eyes blinked slowly at his catch and tried to smile but was a weak one. "I see you have caught something today for other ThunderClan cats to feast upon," she continued, her voice sounding like a heavy sigh.
ooc: No, she was out hunting with Burningwind and Firestorm and have returned.
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Feb 17, 2006 21:39:29 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Feb 17, 2006 21:39:29 GMT -5
Birchclaw just became aware that he still had his mouse. "oh yeah...did your patrol have any luck?" he asked co cking his head to one side. the young warrior suddenly felt a sort of homesickness; being a warrior now, he couldnt sleep in the apprentices den, and it wasnt that that bothered him. in the apprentices den at least he had company, other apprentices to talk and play with, but the warriors didnt seem to care too much for play or gossip-at least from him anyway. the toms eyes wandered over to a nest beside amberpaw and he subconsiously wandered over to it and settled in
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Feb 17, 2006 21:48:26 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 17, 2006 21:48:26 GMT -5
Watching him sit down next to her, she looked at her paws and sighed heavily again. "Where do I begin..." she murmured beneathe her breath.
"No, there was no patrol..." she began with a hint of hesitance. "Don't laugh at me, but I wanted to be out on my own and ended up staying at the Owl Tree. I was just gazing at the leaf-bare sky above when Burningwind came out of nowhere, and we began to converse."
Haulting into her story, she waited until she thought that her words sank in and then she continued. "I asked weather we should hunt, and he replied with an agreeable accord. So we began at the Great Sycamore and immediately spotted two plump rabbits. I went after one, and he the other."
She paused yet again, as she tried to find words to explain the next part. Reluctant to continue, her words were a little sad and hinted humiliation. "I was doing everything right, everything that a hunter must do in order to catch a rabbit, but I made a terrible error, and I gave way to a chase. I was close to grasping the rodent within my claws but fate struck at me. I slipped on an icy stone and ended up smashing into a bare thorn bush. Fortunately, I did not suffer from any injury other than this cut upon the pad of my paw." She showed the wound, which with great fortune began to heal drastically from her constant licking.
As her story ended, she glanced at her paws and waited for the onslaught of laughter.
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Feb 17, 2006 22:10:27 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Feb 17, 2006 22:10:27 GMT -5
Birchclaw looked thoughtful, and strangly unhumorous, but actually serious. "amberpaw...im going to let you in on something i dont tell many...i cant catch rabbit, period." he flicked his ear in embarrassment and continued "im sorry to hear about you're paw...is it alright now? should i get you some poppy seeds?"
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Feb 17, 2006 22:17:27 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 17, 2006 22:17:27 GMT -5
Blinking in surprise, she could not help but supress a friendly smile from his words. "Believe me, Birchclaw, I will not tell a soul," she replied sincerely. Somehow, her friend's company and voice made her feel better and much soothed with a little more cheer.
Upon his inquiry, she glanced at her paw and replied, "Would you, please? I will definately appreciate that." She went back to licking, feeling emotionally comforted.
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Feb 17, 2006 22:20:39 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Feb 17, 2006 22:20:39 GMT -5
blirchclaw nodded and stood up. he looked down at the mouse and said "would you like this? i know its not much, but you look like you could use something to eat..." he then turned and trotted out of the den, fluffing his coat up against the cold wind outside.
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Feb 17, 2006 22:28:12 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 17, 2006 22:28:12 GMT -5
Watching her friend leave, she then glanced at the mouse. Biting her lip, she thought to herself that it would be rude not to refuse his offer, but she felt that it was not her place. After all, she did not catch anything that day. However, her stomache cried out to her with hunger, and she dared to eat the morsel. Deciding that she would only eat half and leave the rest to Birchclaw who had caught it and so deserved it more than she, she ate the rodent slowly, bit by bit. All the while, her eyes would flicker towards the entrance of the Apprentice's Den, waiting for Birchclaw's return.
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Feb 17, 2006 22:31:11 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Feb 17, 2006 22:31:11 GMT -5
a while later, pawsteps thundered loudly outside the den and birchclaw sent skidding right past the enterance.... looking utterly embarrassed, he padded around the apprentices den again and entered, setting a few seeds infront of her, smiling sheepishly. "sorry bout that..."
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Feb 17, 2006 22:42:47 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 17, 2006 22:42:47 GMT -5
Swallowing down a morself of the mouse, the pretty she-cat peered up at Birchclaw with blinking eyes. Upon seeing him skid and reappear again, a smile appeared upon her facial features and soon grew into a broader one. Then, a small chuckle and a clear, bell-like laugh came forth. It was a laugh of contentment and relaxation. All worried-wort type of thoughts soon disappeared as she observed her friend with a lot more cheer than before. She had not laughed at him; she merely laughed becuase she thoroughly enjoyed his presence.
Eyes gleamed like peridots as she purred a reply of gratitude. "Thank you for the poppy seeds." Licking them up with her tongue and chewing on them, she swallowed them and continued, "I saved you some of your mouse that you caught. Besides, you deserved the rodent more than I did since you caught it."
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Feb 17, 2006 22:48:36 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Feb 17, 2006 22:48:36 GMT -5
"oh no...im not hungry..." birchclaw murmored. normally, this would have been a gesture of hospitaliy, but truth was, he really wasn't hungry. he had eat two mice earlier that day, but naturally, wouldnt tell anyone. mwahaha...anyway, the tom plopped down in the nest and mumbled "great, now i have to warm this thing up again!"
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Feb 17, 2006 22:59:51 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 17, 2006 22:59:51 GMT -5
Smiling graciously, Amberpaw continued to eat the mouse and not let it go to waste. Swallowing the last morself and licking her lips and whiskers, the pretty she-cat turned to the tom and asked curiously, "So what's it like to be a Warrior?"
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Feb 17, 2006 23:01:13 GMT -5
Post by rex. on Feb 17, 2006 23:01:13 GMT -5
"dull" birchclaw replied quickly still settling into his temerary nest "you're expected to do so much work, and theres almost no time to play around"
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Feb 17, 2006 23:05:50 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 17, 2006 23:05:50 GMT -5
Laughing, she teased lightly as she replied, "Birchclaw, when will you ever grow up? You can't play all the time. Besides, I bet Warrior life, though, is a lot better than you think. You can patrol and hunt as much as you please without having anyone be at your side constantly."
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