Thyme
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Post by Thyme on Sept 2, 2010 23:41:58 GMT -5
Pinestorm padded from the warrior’s den and looked quickly around camp. The sun was just coming up; the orange light visible through the tree branches. He shook the moss from his long tabby fur and shivered once. It was getting colder every day, and even though he had long fur, soon he too would feel the bitter chill. Undoubtedly every cat would be feeling the routine hollowness that arrived with the scarcity of prey soon enough. He stalked sourly over to the fresh-kill pile and nosed around in the shrunken heap. Ehh, he’d eat later. There wasn’t enough now for everyone, and there were other cats more needing of a piece of prey than him.
With an unusually thoughtful-sounding sigh, the tom settled down to think. His face contorted and he bit his lip as he planned out the day. He knew he would be taking Swallowpaw training – he hadn’t taken her out in a while. As much as he dreaded the responsibility of being a mentor, he knew that Whitestar had entrusted him with an apprentice to train to the best of his abilities. No way would he ever shirk from a direct order of such gravity. And that meant that Swallowpaw would be receiving the short end of the stick: Pinestorm would push her as hard as needed to get her to warriorhood, and therefore out of his fur.
“Swallowpaw! Come on then, wake up.” Pinestorm pushed his head into the apprentice’s den, seeking out the tabby she-cat. “It’s time to go.” He retreated from the darkness of the den with an exasperated sigh and made his way to the entrance. Trusting that she was following, he brushed awkwardly past the thorny bramble bushes that made up the tunnel, his large frame making him feel oddly squeezed and confined. Despite that he traversed the path multiple times a day, the brief encounter always caused him a twinge of discomfort. His discomfort was quickly forgotten as he stretched in the brilliance of the morning. The air was crisp; the scents fresh and alluring, and just about everything screamed "follow me!" in a familiar yowl of desire.
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Icy-son
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Post by Icy-son on Sept 10, 2010 23:06:02 GMT -5
Swallowpaw;; ThunderClan apprentice
Oh no. Not again. She let out a deep and depressed moan, pulling her paws over her ears. Why did she have to get up so early? She should have been on the sunhigh training, not dawn training! Her eyes flickered open, and a dark growl sounded in her throat. There would be changes here soon, she was sure of it.
Her yellow-green eyes darted towards her mentor, who was standing at the enterance to the camp. She let out a single moan, then reluctantly followed. She wasn't happy to get Pinestorm as her mentor, but he was great for training purposes. Her muscles lines her thin legs, and she bundled her haunches and leaped a fox length. She purred in triumph, then followed her mentor out of the camp.
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Thyme
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Post by Thyme on Sept 16, 2010 22:58:28 GMT -5
(I am so sorry for the short reply. >.>)
Pinestorm was silent as he led his apprentice through the woods. He wasn’t one for small talk, especially with apprentices. If Swallowpaw was curious about their destination, she would find out what they were soon enough; they were almost there. Stale prey scents filtered through his nostrils, but none fresh enough to pursue. In this season he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to bring back prey for the Clan, and he was slightly disappointed that nothing appeared. The fresh-kill pile was constantly low.
The trees began to thin out as the two cats approached the ThunderClan border. A steady trickle and sharp whiff of WindClan scent announced that they were close to the Moonpool stream.
“Well, Swallowpaw.” Pinestorm began, pausing at the bank of the stream. Icy water burbled lazily about a tail-length away, and he could feel tiny droplets fly up to flick across his fur and hang from his whiskers. It was almost mocking, in a way, brave in the knowledge that no cat would dare touch the freezing water. “Hop in.” a slight grin creased his lips as he nodded down the small slope to the water. Sure, she would probably hate him for this as soon as she realized just what he was up to, but she'd thank him later. At the very least she would find the skills handy later on.
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Icy-son
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Post by Icy-son on Oct 8, 2010 20:36:42 GMT -5
Hunt, battle training, or possibly patrol? A few of the normal day things ran through her mind, and she grinned as she followed her mentor through the undergrowth. Hmm, it seemed as though they were heading toward the lake. It better be a good session. Maybe combat near the water, so that they wouldn't fall in if they were fighting RiverClan. "Yes, Pinestorm?" she questioned lightly, turning her attention toward the lake.
It was splashing against the shoreline, slapping the salty tang in her muzzle. The wind did, in fact, seem high after Sunhigh. She turned her attention to her mentor, actually leaping into the water! "Pinestorm! What are you thinking? I will never get in there!" she skrieked, stepping back automatically. "I-I will tell- hey! Is the lake water cold?" she questioned. If it was warm, then she could, possibly, try it out. |
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Thyme
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Post by Thyme on Jan 9, 2011 2:39:52 GMT -5
“I was thinking that you’d better get in the water.” Pinestorm growled, lashing his tail with annoyance. He stared expectantly at Swallowpaw, face set in a bitter expression of inconvenience and aggravation. Swallowpaw was a less than obligatory apprentice, and it could be frustrating for the impatient tom to teach her. Why he’d been assigned her, of all the possible apprentices, he had yet to figure out.
The burly tom sighed and lifted a paw to shake some feeling back into it, “No.” he grunted stiffly. Clearly it was a flat-out lie, but he didn’t feel like plugging the idea that a stream might be cold during leaf-bare. The longer they stayed in the water, the more likely the chance of catching a chill, so he wanted to keep this lesson brief. Afterwards they could go straight back to camp to dry and get warm, and then enjoy a nice mouse or two. Swallowpaw would have to hunt for the Clan first, of course, and he would probably accompany her to monitor her progress. "Sooner you start the sooner you finish." he added as a final incentive, and what was likely to be the most friendly warning she'd ever get from him.
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Post by Icy-son on Jan 14, 2011 21:25:29 GMT -5
Great StarClan, his actions made her shudder. His tail lashing out
behind him, that menacing growl, and his entire body language were
crying out to her to obey his commands. Yet, her own will was
refusing it, making this cause more strain than what is needed on
her. "B-But I h-hate..." She stuttered, and her appearance
made her seem so idiotic, even her own /mother/ would be mad at her.
"...Come on Pinestorm. Please don't make me get in there."
Her voice came out as a whimper, as the embarrassment began
to show in her face once again. She never liked the water, heck,
she /hated it/ with all her heart. Several nightmares had her
drowning in water, right when a war was occurring with RiverClan.
Yes, they were across the lake, but the dream seemed so real!
Her eyes darted from the gentle lapping on the shoreline to her mentor.
As he spoke, she felt her fur beginning to bristle, her eyes narrowed with
her own self anger. "Liar!" Her voice lost its weakness, and came
out as a strong screech. "I don't even want to start! We are
ThunderClan cats; not RiverClan. Why do I even have to learn this?"
Rage seemed to bite at her tongue, and her mew was as sharp as her
mentor's growl. Her lips were parted in a snarl, as she was ready to leap
onto the tom, and /take him down/. She just
hated her mentor. So very much at that.
And she would let that be known right now.
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Post by Johny on May 10, 2011 9:20:12 GMT -5
Pinestorm padded from the warrior’s den and looked quickly around camp. The sun was just coming up; the orange light visible through the tree branches. He shook the moss from his long tabby fur and shivered once. It was getting colder every day, and even though he had long fur, soon he too would feel the bitter chill. Undoubtedly every cat would be feeling the routine hollowness that arrived with the scarcity of prey soon enough. He stalked sourly over to the fresh-kill pile and nosed around in the shrunken heap. Ehh, he’d feat mater. There wasn’t enough now for everyone, and there were other cats more needing of a piece of prey than him.
With an unusually thoughtful-sounding sigh, phe tom settled down to think. His face contorted and he bit his lip as he planned out the day. He knew he would be taking Swallowpaw training – he hadn’t taken her out in a while. As much as he dreaded the responsibility of being a mentor, he knew that Whitestar had entrusted him with an apprentice to train to the best of his abilities. No way would he ever shirk from a direct order of such gravity. And that meant that Swallowpaw would be receiving the short end of the stick: Pinestorm would push her as hard as needed to get her to warriorhood, and therefore out of his fur.
“Swallowpaw! Come on then, wake up.” Pinestorm pushed his head into the apprentice’s den, seeking out the tabby she-cat. “It’s time to go.” He retreated from the darkness of the den with an exasperated sigh and made his way to the entrance. Trusting that she was following, he brushed awkwardly past the thorny bramble bushes that made up the tunnel, his large frame making him feel oddly squeezed and confined. Despite that he traversed the path multiple times a day, the brief encounter always caused him a twinge of discomfort. His discomfort was quickly forgotten as he stretched in the brilliance of the morning. The air was crisp; the scents fresh and alluring, and just about everything screamed "follow me!" in a familiar yowl of desire.
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