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Post by Flintpaw on Aug 13, 2016 10:55:53 GMT -6
(for me and Cloverstar <3 <3 ) Flintpaw laid with his paws tucked underneath him. His yellow eyes were narrowed in frustration. He had done all he could. He brought new moss and water to the elders, helped cats around camp with ticks, and even brought fresh kill to everyone he could. Well, everyone except his mentor. Who was also his father. The poor apprentice felt ignored and angsty. Why would his own father leave him behind? For a moment, he missed playing with his littermates in the nursery. Even they seemed to be too busy for him now. Flintpaw closed his eyes and tried to brood silently. He tried to think of happy things like getting to dip his paws in the river and practicing new battle moves. |
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Post by Cloverstar on Aug 31, 2016 10:02:57 GMT -6
It was a surprisingly quiet morning, not that Cloverstar was complaining. Sometimes she got so wrapped up in work that it was hard to remember to stop and take a breather once in a while. Today, it seemed, would be one of those breathers.
She plucked a mouse off of the top of the fresh-kill pile, looking around briefly for a spot to eat it at. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed an apprentice. Funny, he seemed to be the only one still in camp. Was his mentor busy?
Cloverstar racked her brain for the apprentice's name. She was pretty sure she'd spoken to him before. Flintpaw, wasn't it? From what she recalled, he was a bit quiet but otherwise...well, not abnormal. She just hadn't talked to him enough to get a sense of what he was like.
She sauntered up casually, keeping her steps light before she put her mouse down. "Hello," she said lightly, keeping her tone nonchalant. "You're Flintpaw, right?" |
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Post by Flintpaw on Aug 31, 2016 10:21:55 GMT -6
"Yeah." The apprentice replied in an annoyed tone. Flintpaw didn't even bother to open his eyes. "Need me to check the elders for ticks for the third time today?" He snorted, his voice full of disrespect. The tom finally opened his eyes to acknowledge who was speaking to him.
His eyes widened in fear. He felt the world falling down on top of him. Flintpaw rose to his feet, but shrunk back. "Cloverstar! I'm so sorry!" He dipped his head and attempted to apologize and explain himself. "I-I've been in the camp for a while and.." No. He didn't have an excuse.
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Post by Cloverstar on Sept 1, 2016 0:42:39 GMT -6
Cloverstar wasn't sure whether to laugh or feel sorry for the apprentice. She related to that panicked look on his face all too well. Sometimes it was strange to remember she was far more likely to be on the receiving end of that expression nowadays than the one making it, given her position.
But to avoid embarrassing him, she wouldn't do the former. "It's alright," she replied gently, hoping she sounded soothing. "Don't worry about it. We all have our off days."
She sat down gingerly, digging her claws into her mouse to tear off the fur. "Would you like some? This one's fresh." |
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Post by Flintpaw on Sept 1, 2016 8:29:01 GMT -6
Her response confused Flintpaw. He had always thought she was a distant, secretly harsh leader. Then again, they had very few interactions before this one. Would he allow himself to feel comfortable around her? When she offered him the mouse, for a moment he looked at her in disbelief. Flintpaw hesitated but made himself calm down.
"Uh..sure. Thanks Cloverstar." Flintpaw took a bigger bite than she probably expected and then finally allowed himself to smile and be happy in front of her. "Mice have been the only prey that I've been able to catch so far." He laughed at himself. "I saw a rabbit once, but it was too fast for me." Flintpaw returned to his usual cocky state. "Rabbits are crow-food for those dumb Fireclan cats anyway." And now he was too comfortable.
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Post by Cloverstar on Sept 6, 2016 11:26:02 GMT -6
Well, at least she hadn't scared him off. Cloverstar managed a small smile as she tore off a piece of the mouse for herself, chewing on it as she listened to him talk. In a way, he reminded her of how she'd been as an apprentice herself. It was easy to feel like you knew more than you really did when you were that young, but then again, maybe that hadn't really changed much even when she got older.
"Oh, I wouldn't say they're dumb," Cloverstar said casually. "More like...well, different. There's a reason the Clans can't get along all the time, you know."
She paused to take another bite of the mouse. "By the way, how's your training?" she asked nonchalantly. "Have you taken any assessments?" |
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Post by Flintpaw on Sept 6, 2016 11:32:35 GMT -6
Flintpaw's body grew tense suddenly. Would he have to rat out his own father? He shifted his paws uncomfortably and mewed, "Erm..no. Dapplecloud has taught me a lot about hunting." He avoided her gaze now. "Ripplefur has always been to busy for me. I don't know any battle moves and I feel like I would be useless if I had an assessment." Flintpaw sighed heavily. "Useless to the clan too."
He tried to change the subject. "But Whitepaw should be a warrior any day now. Then I'll have Dapplecloud all to myself." Flintpaw's whiskers twitched. He was obviously not okay with any of this. "I don't mind being an apprentice for a little while longer."
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