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Post by essie on May 19, 2009 21:02:21 GMT -5
The she-cat snorted when Silverheart asked who they were waiting for and she replied hotly. "Rowanpaw. Though I don't see the use in dragging him along." she sneered. Brightflower was not fond of the lazy tom, and she didn't think he was right for PineClan.
Obviously, one reason was because he never wanted to do anything productive and the second reason was because of the way he stared out at MeadowClan territory. She didn't know why, but there was a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach about that. Rowanpaw didn't seem happy in PineClan, for one reason or another and Brightflower didn't care to know why she just wanted him gone if he didn't want to be here.
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Rowanpaw came to slowly, looking up at Bracken tail and heaving a sigh. "Do I have to go?" he replied. The tom rolled over onto his paws and stood him, stretching one leg after the other and then ending with a large yawn. "I hate hunting." he complained quietly. The tom then glanced at his sister and wondered how she would feel that he was going hunting, and she was not.
She'll be pissed. Too bad I don't /want/ to go. he thought before walking past his mentor and outside just in time to hear Brightflower complaining about him. Rowanpaw rolled his eyes and padded up to the hunting patrol. "Ready." he said simply.
OoC:// Ew at Rowanpaw post >.<
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Post by laur on May 20, 2009 16:08:28 GMT -5
Silverheart averted his gaze from Brightflower. "Oh." The she-cats hot temper put a damper on him, but he did not speak out. Standing up as Rowanpaw emerged from the apprentice's den, he looked around the camp once more. Most cats were not stirring, except for the group of cats by the entrance. He noticed his leader, Gingerstar, impatiently standing with Smokestripe and a few other cats. Looking back towards Rowanpaw and Brightflower, he twitched his whiskers warmly to show he saw Rowanpaw's arrival. Silverheart then turned to Kestrelstorm.
"Shall we leave?"
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Kestrelstorm stood patiently while he waited for the cats he called to assemble - his thick-ringed legs staying stiff as a board as his short brown tail waved back and forth with the wind. He watched Rowanpaw emerge, his ginger pelt ruffled from sleep and the look on his face easy to read. /He/ obviously doesn't want to hunt, Kestrelstorm thought gruffly, but that's too bad for him. He must feed his clan.
Turning to direct his round yellow gaze upon Silverheart, Kestrelstorm studied the tom as he spoke. "Shall we leave?" Kestrelstorm yearned to go out in the thick PineClan forest and run, hunting, with the wind through his coarse pelt. He knew, however, that it was his duty to stay in camp and keep watch while his leader was not present. Sheathing and unsheathing his claws twice, Kestrelstorm boomed a response to Silverheart and the rest of the patrol.
"I will not be coming with you, for Gingerstar is going on patrol and I must stay to watch the camp. I will, however, ask of you all to stay towards the center of our territory, just to be out of Gingerstar and her patrol's way. Understand?" His bright yellow eyes pierced each cat's pelt as he spoke, flickering from one to the next. Once he surveyed each of the surrounding cats, he mewed, "Thanks. I'll be by the medicine cat's den if you need me." With that, he turned tail and bounded away, hoping the group of warriors would get the hint to leave for hunting duty.
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Post by piper on May 23, 2009 19:06:28 GMT -5
Brackentail let out a sigh and headed from the camp entrance to the group of cats that gathered around the clan deputy. Upon his approach he shot Rowanpaw and disapproving glance. He had heard the young tom's rant about going hunting and was not impressed. How was he ever going to become a warrior if he did not care for his clan? And what kind of mentor was he being if he couldn't even get his apprentice to care about such things?
"I will not be coming with you, for Gingerstar is going on patrol and I must stay to watch the camp. I will, however, ask of you all to stay towards the center of our territory, just to be out of Gingerstar and her patrol's way. Understand?"
Brackentail simply nodded but he didn't want to say what he was really thinking for it would certainly get him into trouble. What the brown and white tom was really thinking was that he was an experienced warrior, even more experienced than the clan deputy. After all even though he respected the deputy with all that he deserved and then some Brackentail knew that his life of living by the warrior code did not command the same authority and did not compare.
Brackentail simply looked from Rowanpaw, to Silverheart and finally to Brightflower. He caught himself gazing at her a little longer than the other two and quickly adverted his gaze before anyone noticed. As he watched the deputy depart to the medicine cat's den he couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with Kestrelstorm. "Alright, let's get going before all the prey decides to hide or be caught by someone else." He turned and padded towards the camp entrance once more, this time slipping through and heading out into the surrounding forest to hunt for the clan.
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Post by laur on May 23, 2009 19:24:06 GMT -5
Silverheart curled his tail and trotted after Brackentail, silver-blue eyes wide and large ears flicking back and forth. He followed the larger brown and white tom into the heart of the forest, ears, nose, and eyes alert for any signs of prey. Suddenly, he noticed a flash of brown a few fox-lengths away. Stopping dead in his tracks and turning quickly around, Silverheart pinpointed a small mouse scavenging beneath a large oak tree.
Crouching low, Silverheart rocked on his haunches and prepared to pounce. Vaguely aware of the cats around him, he placed all his weight on his hind legs and sprang. He landed right above the tiny creature, the rapid patter of its heart drumming in his ears. He dispatched the mouse with a quick blow, then scuffed dirt over the body to collect it later. As he covered the mouse, a squirrel practically jumped into his paws. He killed the ginger creature too, burying it next to the mouse and then padded over to Brackentail.
"Good hunting, huh?" His soft mew escaped his throat before he could think otherwise. Instantly he shrank back, averting his bright silver-blue gaze from the tom in a shy manner. Instead, he noticed another mouse scrounging near the freshly buried bodies of his fellow animals of prey were resting. Without waiting for a response, Silverheart spun on his heels and dashed after the mouse, pouncing and killing it quickly. He hopped back over to Brackentail, a smirk vaguely visible behind the limp mouse clamped in his jaws.
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Post by essie on May 24, 2009 19:03:56 GMT -5
The she-cat flicked her ears as Kestrelstorm said he wasn't going on the patrol and she felt a slight stab of sadness in her chest. He was one of the more tolerable cats to be around, but now she was stuck with Silverheart, Rowanpaw and Brackentail. Well, Brackentail wasn't so bad but she absolutely hated Rowanpaw and Silverheart was just... the she-cat sniffed slightly and growled when she noticed Brackentail looking away from her a little too quickly. "If you don't like what you see, keep your head turned that way." she hissed before padded out of camp with the patrol.
She glanced at Silverheart as he captured a mouse and looked at the tom and tried to give him a smile. It ended up looking like a sneer, what was the use in being nice to him anyway? He'd flinch away like the mouse he'd just caught. Brightflower went off on her own for a few moments, and came back with a mouse of her own. She looked at Brackentail for a moment and then realized Rowanpaw had disappeared. "Where is your lousy apprentice?" she grumbled, while scraping dirt over the mouse.
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Rowanpaw sighed and headed out with the patrol, but as soon as they looked the other way he slipped into the undergroth to find himself a nice play to nap. The tom sometimes wished he was a medicine cat. They didn't have to hunt or fight for thier Clans. Well they fought sickness but how hard could that be? He pondered this for a moment and when his paws stumbled across some soft grass he smiled and sat down. Rowanpaw started thinking more and more about becoming a medicine cat and before he knew it he had dozed off, dreaming of herbs and thier delicious smells.
OoC:// I just got back from missouri >.< sucky posts, sorry lol
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Post by piper on May 25, 2009 19:15:46 GMT -5
After the patrol headed out into the forest they split for a few moments. After all more prey could be caught if they split up for the crowd would most likely be spotted too quickly. Brackentail had managed to catch a few mice before Silverheart reappeared and said something about good hunting.
"Good hunting, huh?"
Brackentail smiled encouragingly at him but said nothing. It wasn't anything personal, Brackentail just was not the type to hold a conversation when the Clan needed to be fed.
"V'ry gud hnt'n!"
He nodded at the cats second comment that was muttered through a mouthful of prey. He looked down at his catch and scraped dirt over it so that he could collect it for later when Brightflower appeared on the scene.
"Where is your lousy apprentice?"
Brackentail let out a groan of frustration. He was going to have to do something about Rowanpaw and he knew it. The tom was never going to be a warrior if he kept it up. "I don't quite know but if he knew what was good for him he would show up soon with quite a bit of prey. He knew it wasn't going to happen and that he would have to go off and look for him.
"Why don't you two keep at it while I got and find that lousy apprentice of mine." He said before turning and stalking off into the undergrowth muttering under his breath. When he found Rowanpaw that cat was going to have to answer for his actions. Why did I ever agree to mentor that mouse-brained fool?" he pondered to himself. Brackentail stopped and parted in his jaws, drinking in the air and pulling the smells over his scent glands. He quickly pinpointed Rowanpaw's location and set off towards his apprentice.
He found Rowanpaw fast asleep and quite frankly was not surprised at all by the scene. He gave the young tom a sharp prod in the side and let out a disapproving hiss. He knew exactly what had to be done. When Brackentail was an apprentice he had hated his mentor for being so harsh on him but now he finally understood why.
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Post by essie on May 26, 2009 10:38:28 GMT -5
Rowanpaw mumbled when Brackentail prodded him and he woke with a slight start. "What?!" he exclaimed crankily. Why did everyone always have to wake him up when he was having such wonderful dreams? The apprentice blinked and looked up at his mentor then sighed. Oh yea...hunting patrol. Rowanpaw stood and stretched his limbs for the second time that day then looked around the forest like he hadn't done anything wrong. He really didn't think he had done anything wrong, perhpas Clan life just wasn't for him. He began to think he'd be much happier living the quite, cushy life of a kittypet... |
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Post by piper on Jun 5, 2009 23:45:06 GMT -5
"Wake up you lazy lump of fur. We are on a hunting patrol not a napping patrol!" Brackentail snapped at Rowanpaw. "If you keep this up you will never become a warrior of PineClan. In fact I don't even think you are ready to be an apprentice. So until you can show that you want to be here and doing what you are suppose to be doing you can stay in camp and look after the elders." Brackentail shook his head in digust at the younger tom's nonchalant attitude about clan life. Perhaps Rowanpaw wasn't cut out for Clan life at all and was better suited for a kittypet that could spend their day lounging in the sun.
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Post by essie on Jun 7, 2009 11:08:19 GMT -5
Rowanpaw looked at his mentor and shrugged, spending all day in camp didn't sound like a bad plan. Taking care of the elders though...that wasn't something he looked forwards to. His tail twitched and he stood up. "Fine, I'll go back to camp now then." he said lazily, knowing that would only make Brackentail more angry.
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Post by piper on Jun 24, 2009 10:44:51 GMT -5
Brackentail shook his head at his apprentice and fixed him a hard glare. "Oh no, I won't make life that easy for you. You will first catch one piece of fresh kill for each and every elder plus three extra on top of that. Then you may return to camp and see that their bedding is changed, as well as look for ticks and fleas." The brown and white tom was not going to let this young tom slack off. No, Rowanpaw was going to pull his own weight in the camp either by his own accord or by force. "And if I catch you sleeping when you should be working you are going to wish you made a different choice"
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We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp