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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 22, 2006 18:49:25 GMT -5
Smokepelt sat down neatly with his tail before his paws cozily as he waited for Shorepaw patiently. His eyes were hardset on a small mouse that was scurrying along in search of food, but he made no attempt to catch it. With Dewstorm - or rather Dewstar as leader, it would make things harder to overthrow her, but he was sure he could pull it off. The only thing he needed were more recruits, preferably those in ShadowClan, but rogues were beginning to look more and more appeasing. They knew how to fight dirty, and most of their minds were cunning, something that he could use.
As for Shorepaw, she was his righthand she-cat. Her mind was clever, but today he wanted to work on her physical power. The sooner she was made a warrior, the better, she would be even more useful by then. She seemed one hundred percent loyal and somehow he really hoped it was true. Thiefrider was his lefthand tom, he could rely on him for a sharp tongue and strength though he wasn't entirely sure of his loyalty because of his habit not to talk much, but he could only have faith.
He glanced up to check the setting of the moon. It wasn't usual for a mentor to set training up under the moon, but he needed more privacy when less cats would be out. She would be here soon, or she would be late.
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Post by rex. on Nov 22, 2006 22:15:49 GMT -5
There was a rustle in the undergrowth and a quiet splash as small calico paws raced across the wet moors. Shorepaw's multicolored pelt's outline glowed blue in the moonlight. she suddenly appeared before Smokepelt and halted impressivly quickly considering the muddy terrain they were in. Shorepaw smiled at her mentor and meowed innocently "sorry im late" with a smirk she added "i met a mouse along the way...couldnt very well let him be, now could i?"
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Nov 22, 2006 23:00:37 GMT -5
-I luffles you Goldy and Kash, always plotting againt Dewstar.-
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 23, 2006 4:02:32 GMT -5
Ears flicked toward the sound of sliding paws and he started a silent countdown in his head. 3, 2... Then came to a short hault in front of him, the sides of his lips lifting slightly as he noted how she didn't slam right into him. He gave a small chuckle at her excuse for being late and shook his head, standing and stretching his haunches as he responded. I suppose not.
He continued to stretch his legs in turn then fluffed out his pelt, smirk coming onto his fine features. With an arrogant toss of his head he took a few steps back and ordered in a clear and expecting tone. The object of this exercise is to knock me off my paws. Invent ways.
OOC: Of course, Middy! What world would there be without plotting against Dewstar?
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Post by rex. on Nov 25, 2006 12:45:21 GMT -5
ahh. meowed shorepaw, as she lowered her upperbody down into a playful position. for an apprentice, the calico was overaged, technically an adult...still adolescent though. her lean limbs, though slender-a hint that she was quick on her feet, one would be suprised at how much power she had. in an instant, she was off the ground and propelled herself forward with a slight touch of her hind paw to the ground. in one, two bounds she would be less than a taillength from her mentor. as her leap brought her back to the earth, he gave one final kick and with a grunt, shot forward the last foot, her forearms out stretched and spread to catch smokepelt if he tried to move
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 25, 2006 14:39:38 GMT -5
One last grin was flashed to her before his face became a mask of concentration. He stiffened, paws light on the ground as he prepared for her attack. It wouldn’t be as easy as training a newly made apprentice for Shorepaw was pretty much near the age most apprentices were when they were made warriors. She was smaller than him, an advantage, but also a disadvantage. Small and lean meant fast and Smokepelt knew he wasn’t the fastest cat in the forest thanks to his size, but he was lean and quick enough to dodge slower attacks.
He continued to watch Shorepaw intently, taking a small step back when she began to leap quickly toward him. To say she was fast would be an understatement. When she made her final leap toward him, arms spread wide so he couldn’t flee to the right, nor left he looked under her. He quickly flattened himself to the ground and shot under her, coming out the other end and whirling around. He quickly said. That was good! If your claws had been unsheathed they would have taken some back fur! But you can’t expect an enemy to be afraid of scratches.
OOC: Point out if I powerplayed you at all in there, I have a feeling I did.
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Post by rex. on Nov 26, 2006 21:54:34 GMT -5
ooc: i didnt see anything wrong i was actually worried my post was a little unrealistic...i try to keep my charas as realistic as possible- but thats hard to do with somepeople.... Shorepaw saw her mentor dive beneath her, and every instinct in her told her to protect her stomach, in the split second he was beneath her. shorepaw brought her hindlegs up close to her body, and as a a result her landing was a little sloppy. Shorepaw listened to Smokepelt's critique, as she steadied herself and whipped around with her forearm outstretched, swinging forcefully through the air, with claws sheathed, hoping to make contact with some part of the tom.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 26, 2006 22:33:58 GMT -5
He watched her body steady itself, ready and tense, but she was much too quick for him to ready her attack. Her paw slapped across his cheek and he noted how much more painful it would have been had her claws been unsheathed. He quickly retaliated by reaching out with both paws to try and catch her leg and pull down.
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Post by rex. on Nov 26, 2006 23:36:55 GMT -5
Shorepaw's mind was whirling, it was difficult now to tell what was going on, and she heard her heart pounding in her ears with excitement. she was still fairly new at fighting, but she pictured herself in an actual battle scene with the ground stained crimson and bodies strewn about the forest floor, and yowls filling the air. Shorepaw imagined she was the only one left and no one would help her, so it was all up to her to proove to her mentor, who was ironically the enemy in this situation that she could do it. The calico grunted as she sidestepped quickly and butted Smokepelt hard in his side as he dove past her; attempting to bowl him over.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 27, 2006 0:23:52 GMT -5
Golden paws gripped nothing, but air, but he managed to catch himself in time. He was barely steady when she bowled into him. A hiss left his mouth as he tried desperately to balance himself, rearing up on his hind legs to try, it narrowed down to his one paw and then he fell back, leaves flying in the air momentarily before coming back down on top of him. After a few moments of realization he began to laugh. Well done, Shorepaw! I wouldn't want to face you in battle. He scrambled up, still on his bum as he grinned at her. A sudden awareness came to him that perhaps would help speed up her training, help her to want to try even more. It wasn't a lie, if she proved herself worthy it would definetly happen. Shorepaw, if we can succeed by the time you're a warrior...you'd be my deputy.
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Post by rex. on Nov 27, 2006 0:39:05 GMT -5
'oh gee whilikers, thats a knee slapper right there!' laughed the shecat sarcastically, as she make a sort of triumphant dance for having succeeded. she stopped suddenly and looked at smokepelt with serious sandy colored eyes you're....you're not serious are you? for somereason, she didnt doubt for a second that he was telling the truth, but for somereason, it seemed unreal.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 28, 2006 22:06:44 GMT -5
A purr of amusement erupted from his throat at her sarcastically humorous response. He shook his head as his shoulders shook in a chuckle. You don’t think very highly of yourself, do you, Shorepaw? Tell me, what warrior name would you think worthy of you? Something that commands respect? Like a powerful deputy’s name?
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Post by rex. on Nov 29, 2006 17:59:16 GMT -5
Shorepaws ears burned. she layed them back and shuffled her paws thoughtfully I..guess i havnt really given it much though. she was silent for a while. Then, the Calico straightened up, and looked into his eyes Smokepelt, i will be your deputy, no matter how far i have to follow you, i am your servent, and will obey only you. The hair on the back of the She-cat's neck prickled why? Shorepaw fought the urge to look away as she meowed but for a warrior name...yes i would like something that demands respect, and im sure anything you choose will do just that.
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Post by rex. on Dec 9, 2006 13:51:45 GMT -5
bump
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 10, 2006 15:06:10 GMT -5
OOC: sorry, Bear, I had run out of muse for this thread and sorta forgotten abot it.
I would never want to view you as a servant, Shorepaw, you are much…more to me. I...you’re my best friend, probably my only friend aside from my brother. He ended it with a brief smile, refusing to let any feeling of embarrassment show. His forehead butted lightly against her’s and he pulled away, chin rising thoughtfully. Hmmm…Shorepond, Shorerose, Shoreshadow…Your name’s going to be a difficult one, no doubt. Should curs-ed Dewstorm decide solely, I may just change it when I am leader should you or I not see it proper.
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