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Feb 9, 2006 17:06:38 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 9, 2006 17:06:38 GMT -5
A firey hued figure stood off distantly as a pair of light-green, peridot eyes focused upon two snow rabbits. They were searching for food and had obviously found some as they stuffed themselves silly; perparation for the harsh winter was a duty in a nature and to be taken seriously. However, the two carnivores held no suspiscion(sp?) or indication that a predator was watching them within the vicinity.
Amberpaw tried to camoflauge(sp?) herself amongst the bare foliage as best she could, and the pretty she-cat stayed down-wind of the two rabbits so to not make known of her prey. The apprentice, though at 10 moons old, had not trained that much with her mentor, Desertstar for various reasons. She, however, always payed constant attention throughout her sessions and watched the other experienced Warriors in ThunderClan. This was her biggest test to herself, whether she could be powerful tool or a weak link to her clan.
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Feb 9, 2006 17:30:34 GMT -5
Post by The Only Froggems YOU KNOW! on Feb 9, 2006 17:30:34 GMT -5
OOC: your not a weak link! lol
can i join you with Frogpaw?
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Feb 9, 2006 19:24:45 GMT -5
Post by {//.Ð € SS Î €.\\} on Feb 9, 2006 19:24:45 GMT -5
OOC: Now that you're back, do you want ot RP, Mysti?
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Feb 9, 2006 21:34:49 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Feb 9, 2006 21:34:49 GMT -5
A tom padded up silently, pasuing to let her hunt. He had a creamy colored body, deep brown legs, and a dark chocolate taile. His toes were tipped wiht a sudden snowy white, and his eyes were covered by a mahogany bandits mask.
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Feb 10, 2006 15:04:41 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 10, 2006 15:04:41 GMT -5
ooc: Sure, Froggy and Dessie, go right ahead and post. I don't mind if Ghost does not mind >^.^<
bic: Upon the approach of Burningwind, the pretty she-cat apprentice flicked her ears towards his direction very briefly to acknowledge that she knew of his being there. Eyes stayed focused upon the two helpless rabbits as she began to make her move.
Slowly, with every precisely stealth-like paw step at a time, Amberpaw creeped her towards the two. With every movement she made, the ten-moons-old amber hued feline would stop to see if the two carnivores knew of her presence. When she saw that the rabbits were obviously cocentrated on making themselves fat and not worrying about their own hides, she went back to her stalking posture.
Light upon her paws and constantly balancing her weight as she crept along, the long wait to pounce upon her prey made her fight within herself. Amberpaw's stomach was indeed becoming impatient and was not in the mood for such slow procedures. Her heart and mind wrestled within herself that the two rabbits were to feed the clan, not her own selfish stomach.
The two rabbits obviously noticed her predicament as they stopped and sniffed her scent. They stared at her direction, and predator and prey exchanged looks. Time stood still, and the little hearbeats of the frightened rabbits pounded within Amberpaw's delicately keen ears.
Realizing that she exposed herself wrongly, the amber and firey hued she-cat sprinted after them.
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Feb 10, 2006 16:47:33 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Feb 10, 2006 16:47:33 GMT -5
Bruningwind whipped out of the bushes, his long limbs and muscles pulling him infront of the rabbits. He spun around, snatching the one running in front up wiht his razor sharp clwas, quickly ending its life.
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Feb 10, 2006 21:21:29 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 10, 2006 21:21:29 GMT -5
Seeing the other rabbit being taken care of, Amberpaw's focus was on the other one as it dashed in and out of the bare foliage.
The she-cat apprentice ran close upon the heels of the frightened rabbit. It ran blindly in fear as the predator remained in constant rhythm with it. If it weren't for the thick snow all ready on the ground, the pretty cat would have been able to catch it by now.
At one point the rabbit started to make a round about move that made Amberpaw realize that it was confused. Staying on the shorter path, she ran after the rabbit in its wake. Within a few jumps the rabbit would be in her grasp.
Then, suddenly the rabbit veered away again, and the movement made Amberpaw slip on an icy stone. Trying to gain her balance, claws scraped and scratched as she rammed into a bare thorn bush. Yoweling in surprise, she did not feel the stinging pain from the pointy thorns until seconds later.
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Hunting
Feb 10, 2006 21:47:02 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Feb 10, 2006 21:47:02 GMT -5
Ignoring the other rabbit, Burningwind leaped forward. He unsheathed his claws so he could grip the icy ground, and grabbed her by the scruff. He was only three moons older than her, but his muslces were not even taxed as he pulled her out of the thorns.
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Feb 10, 2006 21:53:43 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 10, 2006 21:53:43 GMT -5
Being pulled out of the thorn bush, Amberpaw only suffered minor injuries from the scratch marks of the thorn bush. The only injury that was serious was a bloody forepaw from what she used to slash out at the bush and tried to steady herself.
Falling exhaustedly upon the ground, the pretty she-cat apprentice regained her breath and looked longingly at the path from whence the rabbit disappeared. Sighing heavily, she turned to Burningwind and gratefully said, "Thanks, Burningwind. But you needn't come after me. After all, the rabbit was more important to catch to feed the mouths of the clan." Then, she added with shame and humiliation, "I am not of importance."
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Feb 10, 2006 22:00:32 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Feb 10, 2006 22:00:32 GMT -5
Well that's stupid. If all the warriors didnt matter then there woundlnt be any, and then there wouldnt be a clan. THere would be a bunchb of corpses. And plus, what if i wanted to pull you out? the warrior said, his tone amused, yet matter of fact. There was also that twist of sarcasm that marred every word he voiced. Just admitt it. We're all imporatant to someone.
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Feb 10, 2006 22:11:36 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 10, 2006 22:11:36 GMT -5
"That's true..." she replied to the tom thoughtfully. Then, she added with a counter tone, "I thought ThunderClan's Warrior Code states that every Warrior must think not of himself or herself but of the lives of others." Her voice was raised not intentionally and only slightly for she was trying to defend her point of view. "However, you do make a point," she replied a little reluctantly.
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Feb 10, 2006 22:14:14 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Feb 10, 2006 22:14:14 GMT -5
Yeah well, if all the rules were taken perfectly seriously then no cat would ever die in battle. And dont even tell me that doesnt happen, cause that would be almost funny, he reotrted easily, a relaxed look on his face.
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Feb 10, 2006 22:23:09 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 10, 2006 22:23:09 GMT -5
Fur bristling began to bristle slightly upon her back at this statement. The she-cat apprentice did not reply even to his tone. She simply started to get up when her right forepaw shot up and down her leg a sting of pain. Holding back a painful yowel, Amperbaw sat up and began to lick the bleeding pad.
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Feb 10, 2006 22:28:13 GMT -5
Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Feb 10, 2006 22:28:13 GMT -5
You alright? he asked, picking up his rabbit.
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Feb 11, 2006 14:31:08 GMT -5
Post by » // Mysti . | on Feb 11, 2006 14:31:08 GMT -5
Wincing at the pain, the pretty she-cat held back tears and replied with little breath, "I am fine, really." Then, she added quickly, "You go ahead and bring the fresh-kill to the camp. I'll just hinder you if you stay with me."
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