Let The Games Begin

[Slug]

"You can't hunt?"

Ouch. Bad memories. Flashes of snow and blood entered the russet warrior's mind, a terrible yowling echoing through his thoughts. It had been a horrible snowstorm... raging snow, howling winds. The works. He had fallen... he didn't really remember what it was, but Russetfang supposed it could have been a short cliff...

He quickly shook his head, erasing the depressing thoughts from mind. Now was not the time to reminisce such dark things.

"Oh, right. It doesn't matter, it's boring to go by yourself! And besides, you could... I'unno, work on ways to hunt better."

Russetfang smiled softly at the apprentice. Kind, eager, encouraging-- oh yes, Blackpaw would make a good warrior. He could sense it in his bones. Tail quivering, Russetfang mended a particular bald spot in the Camp's deffenses and stepped back, admiring his handy-work. Then he turned to Blackpaw, and with a soft mew he said: "Apprentice first, eh?" Pointing with his nose toward the enterance, which was soon to be the duo's exit...

/Lame. >_<

[Crowzerplorodon]

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Russetfang and Blackpaw have continued in the hunting part of FogClan territory. This board can still be used for in-camp role playing, as one cat who posted did not join the two.

The board for Blackpaw and Russetfang can be found here:

www.forest-of-fate.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=hunt&thread=854

[meg]

Nightfoot glanced around the camp worriedly. "Solitude!" Nightfoot muttered, panic coating his meow. "What if..." The mumble came from the black tom's lips before he could remember to put a stopper on his imagination.

Rogues poured in through the camp opening, and their hard onyx black eyes glittered in ruthless euphoria as they saw the lone warrior kneading his claws. There were more of them then there were of FogClan, and Nightfoot saw a band of them heading into the nursery.

Fright froze Nightfoot, and he could only watch as a trio of the hard-muscled cats prowled closer. So close they were now that Nightfoot could see every long fang, every hardened and unsheathed claw and every dark eye empty of pity. Then they struck out, curved claws heading straight for his throat-


"No!" Nightfoot thought forcefully, struggling with his hysteria-glazed eyes to see the reality. His willpower and logical nature broke through, and Nightfoot saw what every other cat saw.

Peace.

[striped]

Smallfoot flinched. Something sharp was in her nest and digging at her back. The she-cat growled in the warriors den and her green hues snapped open as she scented blood. There was something clear and sharp in her back. It had cut a long gash down her side. She sighed and sat up, flinching again. What had she collected in her moss?

She bent her head to swipe her tongue down her side and shuddered unhappily as the blood touched her tongue. It just wasn't the same, tasting her own blood, rather than her opponents. She swallowed and stood up. It was light outside but it wasn't so light that she couldn't see. It had to be sunhigh soon.

The she-cat sighed and figured that Hailstorm and Finchpaw were out getting herbs seeing as the den was warm. Should she go and bother both of them? She wandered from her nest, picking up the clear, sharp object with her teeth and sat outside the warriors den, inspecting the wound and occasionally taking a glance at the clear, well, now bloodied piece of something sharp.

She couldn't figure it out. She tried to remember where she had gotten the moss but she was still tired and didn't feel like backtracking her whole day yesterday. Her side was throbbing now and she took some time to glare down at the piece of whatever it was that had hurt her, cursing in his head. She sighed and gave up. She didn't want the wound to become infected, so she picked herself up again, and stood on all four paws.

"Hailstorm? Finchpaw?"

She glowered at the ground and made her way toward the medicine cats' den. This was so stupid. Why had this been in the moss? Should she know what it is? It brought back memories. Now that she thought about it, she remembered her two siblings place something similar to what was in her nest today, a long time ago. Almost the same thing. Her parents had called it glass, shrugged off the situation and let her deal with the wound herself.

Oh, how she hated her history. How it sometimes pained her to see the amused look of her parents face whenever her siblings had hurt her. They didn't care but she had her clan now. She was the deputy and she had to put her clan first. She pushed the mental reminiscing behind her and the images of her parents in the very back, pushing up the pictures of the different cats in the clan. She put on a pained smile and looked around, flicking her ears, listening to the cats in the clan.

How she hated her history, and how she loved her clan.

[glowlynose]

Dovepaw let out a soft purr from her place in the shadows of camp. Yes, solitude was nice she mused as she gave a respectful nod in Nightfang's direction. Now there was a cat she could hold in some esteem! For once her keen ears failed to pick up the agitated tenor in his voice, and she smiled in content, squeezing her eyes shut.

"I wonder where Mousenose is this morning." Her absentminded meow echoed strangely now that Blackpaw was out of the camp and there was little noise. Mouse dung! Blackpaw was gone! She had wanted to talk to him too! She made up her mind to when he got back from whatever he was doing.

The Apprentice's sharp green eyes shimmered in the early morning sunshine as she padded over to the Warrior's den. Her pelt was even given a soft, cream-like tinge in the golden light. "Mousenose? Are you in here?" she mewed softly, trying not to wake the other sleeping bundles of fur. In the dim lighting inside the den it was impossible to pick out Mousenose's grey pelt.

"Mousedung!" she hissed crossly. Why couldn't the tom be where she needed him to be when she needed him to be there? Dovepaw collapsed in a heap infront of the den and hoped to that higher power that her mind was still warring over that Mousenose would appear soon. Today she wanted to train!

[Whiskers]

Hailstorm? Finchpaw?

Rowanheart's ears perked when it came to the sound of his own son's name. He was always listening, always trying to stay as involved with Finchpaw's process as possible. The ginger tom turned his head and saw the deputy, Smallfoot, bleeding as she headed toward the medicine cat den.

She couldn't help himself. Rowanheart got up when he didn't hear an answer from inside the den. Was Hailstorm out with Finchpaw? Well, that was unconventional. If Hailstorm went out, Finchpaw stayed in. If Finchpaw went out, Hailstorm stayed in. Both of them being gone meant that one was out of place.

Rowanheart had a feeling, deep within his gut, that it was his boy. He shouldn't doubt his son like this.. he should be confident in Finchpaw's abilities. But whenever Finchpaw went to "collect herbs" he didn't come back for a long while. Rowanheart was worried that he was starting to stray from the path.

Starclan urged him to have faith though. Rowanheart knew this-- felt this. So he pushed away the thought of his son and concentrated on a much loathed topic. His own apprentice. Frostpaw. She had disappeared again and he wasn't going to get much training done if he didn't find her. Rowanheart lowered his nose to the ground and tried to find Frostpaw's scent... as much as he really, really didn't want to.

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[ZEBRA ! [used to be toasty]]

Sticky, red blood splashed in his eyes. Feeling his face become warmer, Mousenose screamed in pain, looking at the cats who where being torn apart by the huge bear flashing is teeth at Mousenose...

Mousenose yowled, shooting his eye open when the voice of Dovepaw entered the den. Mousenose shook in fright, the sudden noise sending a chill down his spine. He stood up, still weary from the fright. Slowly leaning over, about to collapase, Mousenose caught himself before the fall.

"Coming Dovepaw"He mewed, scared and still too nervous of grumpy, woke up cats. With one, swift jump, Mousenose lept to the exit and landed so no other cat could see.

"I am guessing you want to train, or go hunting with me, eh?"He whispered. He was about to trott forward until the terrible noise in his stomach emerged once again.

He was starving.

Lemme get my breakfest."He said, scared if Dovepaw wanted to go now. With out looking at Dovepaw's emotion, Mousenose walked away, his face down. Arriving at the fresh-kill pile, he picked out a mouse. The first and smalled thing there, so he wouldn't possibly upset the leader in spending a long time there, looking for a nice, fat, and juicy rabbit.

Mousenose opened his mout, but paused to stare at the mouse. What he was named after, made him sad. But Mousenose knew he had to eat it. He chomped down, devouring half the thing. Mousenose stopped again, and stared at the little half-eaten mouse. Blood stuck to it's fur, making it dry and plaster red goo. Mousenose let out a tiny yowl, and turned away fast. What if Mousenose was like the mouse? Dead and eaten by a bear? A monster? Now relizing he was a monster, he tried to bite down and not look. It worked, but sadness lay still in his belly, like a cold, wet rock.

"Let's go"He said, in a rush to get out of there so we didn't have to see dead animals, reminding himself that he was a monster.

[ZEBRA ! [used to be toasty]]

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I made to much spelling errors and grammer errors.

No one gets angry? Pleaseandthankyou

[glowlynose]

When cats behaved the way that Mousenose did, Dovepaw was usually vexed by their behavior. But Mousenose was different. Dovepaw actually found herself feeling some compassion and, daresay, some concern for her mentor. He was always so scared of one thing or another. As he wolfed down his breakfast Dovepaw found herself contemplating what a horrible way that would be to live, being paranoid and frightened of everything that breathed and even some things that did not.

"Let's go."

Dovepaw could detect an unusual amount of stress in her mentor's voice this morning. It was unsettling, to say the least.
"Mousenose, are you alright today?" The she-cat rose to her paws and tried to channel her concern for her mentor through her eyes. She padded over to him calmly and sat down. Yes, Dovepaw realized that she had a little bit of a soft spot for her mentor.

"Did you have a bad dream?" she asked gently. Moments like this were unusual for Dovepaw. Such obvious care for another cat's emotions was rarely reflected in the way she acted and spoke. "It's over now. You're awake. Whatever it was is gone now."

Dovepaw was quite honestly shocked with herself. She never acted this way. It was stepping out of the bounds of her protocol. Still, she supposed that if you honestly cared enough about someone else you could cast aside all that formality. She remembered when her parents had acted that way; they must have thought she was asleep. Or had they displayed their affection on purpose, to show her that stiff manners were not the only tools to use when interacting with another cat?

Now she was just befuddled, and Dovepaw being befuddled was not a good thing.

[ZEBRA ! [used to be toasty]]

"Mousenose, are you alright today?"

The words stung his ears. His heart ached. He never wanted to answer this question. He was never alright. He could barely live to be a warrior, scared and hopeless to everything around him. The sadness and layed still in his belly, and would probably not leave soon.

"Er- No. You do know what happened, do you? It will stain my life for good. Never ask the question again."Mousenose muttered. The harshness in his voice was somewhat.. Something to be proud of.

Mousenose was always scared to react that way. He could ignore the terrible question, or even just lie. He sighed and bent down to lick Dovepaw's head.

"Did you have a bad dream?"

Mousenose now felt like yowling. His lungs out. The terrible dream.. It was never going to end. The dream was a memory. Mousenose stared at Dovepaw.

"Yes."

Saying anything that had to do with the dream made Mousenose shiver. He could smell the blood, running down and plastering dry on to the pelts of his family. Roaring bears..

Was the horror actually going to end?