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Post by Brownie™ on Jul 31, 2007 12:01:54 GMT -5
Twist and bend...Sly and still, she waited, waited for something to happen, someone to burst through the camp wailing about an attack. It was time she got out to do something, instead of sitting around, doing guard duty for the Clan. It was a tiring, and rather boring job. Forestpaw used to make it fun, but he was gone for now, and it was just her. Her entire family roots in ShadowClan had died, she was the last.
"Maybe... I can go hunting afterwards." But by the time they get back, I'll have another chore, another boring, hopeless job. Her attitude needed an improvement, but after the loss of her brother, it had been hard and life changing, and her heart had gone cold... if that was an excuse.
Her green orbs scanned the clearing for life. The Queens and kits were all snug in the nursery, warm, not thinking of danger. She's give her life up at any moment for any of her Clan, anyone. ... love can never end.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Jul 31, 2007 17:51:04 GMT -5
[{okay if I RP here? or do you have this one reserved?}]
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Post by Brownie™ on Jul 31, 2007 21:24:02 GMT -5
{Of course you can RP here!}
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 1, 2007 8:53:47 GMT -5
[{okay! ;D}]
A light tan tom popped his head out of the warriors' den. His pelt was swirled with dark tan and his gold eyes shone in the moonlight. Brackentail slipped out of the den, leading with his white paw. Glancing around he saw Brownpelt and trotted over to her. 'Hello!' he mewed his greeting quietly, aware of the resting cats. He stretched and looked up at the moon. 'Lovely night.' he commented casually. He hadn't been able to get to sleep, and growing tired of lying around he decided to take the air a bit. He enjoyed the night air, it had a calming effect on him and made him feel stronger. He closed his eyes as he breathed it in happily. 'I envy you.' he stated matter-of-factly.
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Post by Brownie™ on Aug 1, 2007 12:16:01 GMT -5
Brownpelt looked at the incoming apprentice, eying him carefully, checking his personality. Her father had said you can always tell a cat's mood in the morning, by the way he walked. She nodded her head in a greeting, not uttering a single word. The guard duty had almost became a vigil for her, and her thoughts were entwined deep in her head.
"Lovely night?" she asked, turning her head slightly to face his equally shining eyes. "I'm glad you think so," she said, a little coldly. Her brother's memory was so clear, and her heart hurt. "It was cold and lonely, bothersome almost." She paused for a moment, reflecting on a dream she had had, shaking the memory away, she began to smile at the apprentice's next comment.
"Envy me?" She laughed, giving him a nudge and wink, loosening up a bit. She hadn't been good friends with any of the cats except her brother. "Oh, StarClan knows why? I've been guarding this boring camp for a while, not being able to hunt of patrol, in fact, I haven't hunted or patrolled in what seems forever."
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 1, 2007 12:24:40 GMT -5
Brackentail grinned. 'I love guard duty. I like to pretend that the forest is full of cats and only I can stop them. Sometimes I have to fight one or two when they try to invade the camp.' he growled playfully and then a mischevious look came into his eyes. 'Look out!' he called, not too loudly, as he leaped over her and landed with a thud on the other side of her. He seemed to be struggling with something, though nothing could be seen. He growled and hissed as loudly as he dared, not wanting to wake the clan with his antics. He rolled over and over, sometimes on his paws, sometimes falling over, sometimes leaping to the side. He kept biting and clawing the air.
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Post by Brownie™ on Aug 1, 2007 15:22:05 GMT -5
Staring the apprentice, wide eyed, she laughed, watching him chase the invisible warrior who was attacking him. "Watch out, he's behind you!" she yelled out softly, laughing at the apprentice's silly, innocent nature. She remembered her silly nature, but it was cut short from Forestpaw's disappearance.
"Yes, well as a warrior, you can't be thinking of silly tales and be entertained. It's serious buisness, and any lack of concentration can get you and the others killed." She hated to knock down the appretnice's bright personality, but she had no other choice. It was how she learned, and her lack of experience of training led her to repeat the mistakes of others.
She then smiled, giving her a reassuring nudge, trying to block her cold heart from taking over. "Make the most of being an apprentice..."
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 1, 2007 15:44:21 GMT -5
Brackentail put his head to the side. 'Apprentice?' he grinned. 'I guess I do act like on don't I?' he stretched happily before flopping over on his side. 'I ain't no apprentice no more.' He batted at Brownpelt. 'You need to loosen up, I mean being a warrior is a responsibility but there's no need to be so serious about it that you don't have fun.' He rolled around on his back and looked up at the star filled sky. 'Sure is nice at night isn't it? The other cats aren't here to make fun of you 'cause you act like a silly apprentice.' He yawned and rolled over onto his stomach, stretching his front legs out in front of his and digging his claws into the earth. He stretched his hindlegs out behind him and sighed comfortably. He thought it was rather funny that Brownpelt had called him an apprentice. He thought that more warriors should be like him, not be so uptight and serious. Brackentail didn't like to be serious, though he could rise to it if he had to.
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Post by Brownie™ on Aug 1, 2007 17:38:23 GMT -5
[OMG! I totally thought your cat is an apprentice. Wow, I lost my glasses so my reading isn't as good. I couldn've sworn it said Brokenpaw! Ahh! We'll just keep going, I guess. My apologies on that... Brownpelt hasn't been around much, so she wouldn't know. W'ell stick that that! Haha. xD ] ---------------- Shocked that the warrior was an apprentice, she looked at him, wide eyed. She would've never have thought of having fun... but that was like her father's side, always stern, never thinking of fun. Her green orbs matched his, as he lay down, telling her about being stern. "A warrior's responsibility is tough..." she quoted from her father, not really directing the conversation to Brokentail, but talking to herself.
"Sorry for calling you an apprentice," she offered humbly. "I suppose I've been so out of the Clan, I hadn't realized who was what." It was true, Brownpelt had excluded herself from the Clan, spending time with the Medicine Cat a lot, after her brother's disappearance. Her apprenticeship was short, because she trained so hard.
Brownpelt realized that the last comment was aimed towards her, but she made no move, not really caring what he or anyone thought of her seriousness. "It is nice, sometimes makes me wonder, why this world can be so cruel.." Her voice drifted off into the silent darkness of the trees.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 1, 2007 19:03:29 GMT -5
Brackentail grinned. 'I can think of no higher honer, beside being deputy or leader, than to be called an apprentice. Those were some of my best moons.' He looked at her. 'Yes, this world can be pretty cruel, take Coalpaw for example. Mother left him when he was a kit, he never knew her.' He sighed but didn't exactly look sad, it was nearly impossible for him to look sad since he had such a good outlook on life. Looked at Brownpelt he quiered, 'How is a warrior's job tough?' he put his head to the side. 'The way I see it is that they make their jobs tough by being so serious and not just loosening up.' he shuddered. 'It would be tough if everyone was serious all the time.' he shook his pelt and gave it a lick. He looked at Brownpelt, waiting for her reply and reaction. Many times cats had told him that he needed to get more serious, he would rather have been eaten by a fox than become serious. Of course he would answer back his thoughts and ask them why they weren't less serious. He rarely got a reply, only a glare most of the time. He was interested to see how she reacted, he actually had made a game of seeing how different cats reacted to his thinking.
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Post by Brownie™ on Aug 1, 2007 19:17:42 GMT -5
Brownpelt only looked at Brokentail for a moment, gazing into his eyes, trying to find a smart response to what he said. "An honor?" This cat must be crazy. She had longed to leave apprenticeship behind ever since she was a kit, so she could break free.
This cat has a weird way of looking at the world, she concluded, turning back to him. "A warrior's job is tough, full of constant decisions that can divide between life or death, loyalty and disobedience, friendship... and love." Her last few words were soft, like a ramp going down a hill. She had never had a love, her own love was her mother and father and her brother... she hadn't even had a friendship. Pushing thoughts away, she turned back, letting the cool breeze beat against her.
"Sometimes seriousness is good, and productive." Once again, her father's words spewed from her mouth, not directed to anyone but herself.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 1, 2007 19:28:06 GMT -5
Brackentail nodded. 'An honor. Take an apprentice, they're never serious like the warriors.' he shook his head. 'Decisions? Whichever will benefit the clan.' he grinned. 'No, I don't worry much about decisions, I mean in the end it's StarClan's decision. Whatever I do I can't change it, whatever they want will happen. No use fussing over it.' Brackentail could see that she thought him strange. He didn't really mind, all the other cats thought him strange, why should it matter if another did? He let out a sigh, almost asking himself why he wasn't normal, why did he have to be making a fuss over seriousness when all the other cats admired seriousness? He shook his head, as if to disperse his thoughts. This was just who he was, he knew he couldn't change it if he wanted to. He just couldn't... could he? Brackentail flicked his ear in annoyance at his thoughts, as if they were a fly bugging him. He looked away, not liking other cats to see when he had his doubts about himself.
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Post by Brownie™ on Aug 1, 2007 20:19:07 GMT -5
Brownpelt resisted from rolling her eyes. This warriors way was interesting, and she had nothing else to do. The guard duty was even more boring, the constant wind beating her, reminding her that its the only thing she'll be feeling for a while.
"You have a very interesting input of life," she inserted, taking deep breaths and thinking of what to say. "As for me, my hope in StarClan has failed a bit..."she admitted, looking down at her paws sadly.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Aug 2, 2007 8:44:23 GMT -5
Brackentail turned his gaze back to Brownpelt. 'Mmhmm. You don't know how many times I've heard cats tell me how interesting my thinking is.' he shook his head. 'Why don't you just go ahead and say weird? Everyone else does.' His voice was growing more irritated, not irritated at her but irritated at himself. He shut his eyes tight, remembering his father's words. Brackentail, can't you just be normal? You need to stop being so bouncy all the time, life isn't a bed of roses. Life is serious, you need to take it seriously. His father had pretty much disowned him, but his mother had encouraged him. Brackentail, you are a good cat. Don't change, whatever anyone says, don't change.[/i] He sighed as he remebered his mother's dieing words. He turned his back to Brownpelt as he looked into the forest. He tried hard to think of something that was going well, something to get his mind off of this. His chest heaved in a sigh and he half choked as his breath caught in his throat. He cleared his throat and pretended to just have an itch in his throat.
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Post by Brownie™ on Aug 2, 2007 16:22:05 GMT -5
Feeling sad for this lonely warrior, she gave him a lick on the ear, trying to encourage him. "My father always said that no cat is 'weird' as you say, but different and unique. He said StarClan made us all to be different, or we'd all have the same talents, and the cats of the forest would die off." Letting her fur lay flat, she sat down at her post, giving him a hard, but softer look then before. "He was a smart cat... Anyway, I'm always interested in other cats thinking.
If only he knew Ghost... then he'd see weird! Her brother's view of things was much more different, and no matter what her mother said, she always considered her brother weird. But he was fun, and the best cat she knew of her age. He put fun in life, and kept her from becoming like her father.
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