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Post by crowpaw on May 24, 2014 13:52:28 GMT -6
[Crowpaw] [Rabbitwind]
A black figure could be seen making her way away from the Sandy Shores, moving at a brisk pace away from the Hillclan training ground and into the high lands of the Windy Moors… but something seemed a bit off with the way the dark feline moved; it was slight but there was the slight hesitation to her left side… she was walking with a limp.
Crowpaw kept her honey gaze lowered as she limped up a nearby slop, finding great appreciating in the soft cool caress of the lush green grass; the sensation eased her heated paw pads, worn raw from excessive use against the hot sand, heated from the rising sun. A small wind kicked up and rolled over the young apprentice, causing her to stop her movements and close her eyes against the gentle touch of the breeze.
The wind was such a welcoming feeling, but it also tugged at her stinging wounds and battered her tender muscles. She lowered herself slightly and moaned under her breath, willing the pain away… yet it persisted and now she could feel the sun’s rays mingling with her fever; her skin radiating warmth from her body’s recent exertion.
With a low sigh Crowpaw scaled the hill and retreated to the other side, the shadowed side, and there she sought out a clump of tall grass for her to shelter under. She sat down carefully and flinched in pain with a shallow hiss of discomfort. She looked over herself but saw no signs of serious bleeding, so she simply set herself to work on cleaning the scratches littered over her lean frame.
The young apprentice recalled those moments just seconds earlier when her brother had ambushed her and forced her into what he called battle training. Stormpaw had been relentless in his advances and Crowpaw saw no means to back out from his challenge. She couldn’t understand this strange new aggression that was awakening inside her brother and she felt a strange sensation inside her. She paused in licking her wounds as she tried to identify this feeling and she realized that it was… worry.
The black she-cat lapped at the blood slowly trickling down her pelt, and was thankful to see that her wounds were quickly drying up; nothing serious. She brushed her tongue against her tender spots and rubbed at her bruises for a short moment, before sitting up straight and looking around her surroundings. Was the scent of her blood enough to attract predators? She was too inexperienced to know that it would take more than that to draw in predators but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to take the risk…
Crowpaw looked around with high pricked ears and an alert gaze. She remained motionless for quite some time before she shakily rose to her white paws and began to pad around. She felt she should patrol a bit and make sure if all was well. Perhaps it would also take her mind off of her troubling thoughts and the slight pain rippling through her.
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Post by rabbitwind on May 25, 2014 12:11:22 GMT -6
Rabbitwind slipped out of the warriors den and quickly hurried out of camp, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. Especially not any attention from Ashenflight. He cringed at the thought of his brother. Yet he still moved on and left the camp as quick as possible. He didn't really have any assignments today, so he decided to make the most out of his day. But the only question was, who would he spend it with?
The warrior pushed himself along the moors moving at a speed that most cats would not be able to keep up with. He knew exactly where he was going, but he wanted to stop himself before he got there. The place where Ashenflight and Rabbitwind last met. It would just bring back bad memories. Despite how badly he did want to go there and relive it all, he refused. He made a sharp turn before the place came into view. Rabbitwind continued to run up and up the hill, until a familiar scent filled his nose.
He'd smelt this before. It was definitely Hillclan. A she-cat. That's it! It was Crowpaw, the she-cat apprentice he had sat with during the last Hillclan ceremony. She had been a bit awkward when they first met, but maybe that was just the first impression thing. Maybe she would be different now. Moments later, another scent filled his nose. Blood.
Rabbitwind was now scared. He was scared of the repetitive dream that came to him every night and the fear of the repeating itself again, but in reality, had fueled him even stronger. Now, his paw steps increased as he ran up the hill. He gave a large sigh of relief once he saw Crowpaw, alone and unharmed. Well, at least not too bad. Once Rabbitwind saw her, he greeted her with a friendly smile. He trotted up to her and nodded awkwardly. "Crowpaw" he breathed, still panting from his brief running streak. He still smelt blood and looked toward her leg. Rabbitwind frowned. What had happened? "Your leg.. Are you alright?" he asked cautiously, not wanting to repeat his past of making a bad impression. This time, he would play it safe. Maybe he would show her that he wasn't as much as a jerk as he'd made himself seem from the first time. That would be nice.
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Post by crowpaw on May 25, 2014 14:39:05 GMT -6
Small ears flicked when a dull sound traveled down a hill, drumming lightly over the hardened ground of the moors and swishing lightly through the lush green grass. She glanced over her shoulder, her heart skipping a beat as a slightly quiver of unease passed through her, but she could tell from the sound that whatever was approaching her was not very large and was not heading toward her with ill intent. Perhaps she should have been a bit more concerned, especially given her current state, but it turned out to be a fellow clanmate.
Crowpaw turned to face the Warrior as he slowed to a stop in front of her. She returned his nod when he greeted her, though she held hers a second longing, showing her respect to the older and more experienced cat. “Rabbitwind.” She replied, recalling his name and their first encounter from the last clan meeting. She wondered what business he had out on the moor and why he felt compelled to see her… then she remembered the feint trace of blood in the air.
Her thoughts were confirmed when she saw the tom look to her leg and frown. She raised the leg and lightly brushed her pink tongue against the two shallow yet prominent gashes on her foreleg. “It’s nothing serious. The bleeding already stopped.” She mewed as she gingerly placed her paw back down. “It was just a bit of battle training.” She added, knowing she should explain herself.
The young apprentice then eyed Rabbitwind with her usual distant honey gaze. She was emotionless as ever, yet she spoke with respect and showed signs that she was at ease in his presence, since she was already familiar with him and had a general idea of what sort of cat he was. She examined his expression and realized that he seemed a bit concerned. Had she already gained an ally? She assumed it would take more effort than that… but perhaps he was simply the type to worry about others. Either way it could benefit her; she should get on better terms with him… but how? It seemed that Rabbitwind wasn't quite as talkative as before... was something on his mind? Or was this how he normally is? Perhaps he is attempting a different approach in interacting with her? Or it could be that he is worried... She realized that she still had a lot to learn about what this cat was all about, but her own reactions and manner of speaking weren't much different from the last time they spoke... maybe she should try to change that a bit...
“I need more practice.” She said, deciding to make a bit of small talk. Even though she wasn't much for talking she could still do so with little trouble, though he voice remained monotone. She chose to leave out who she was training with, feeling that the best option. She recalled that her brother said real Warriors train with their claws and fangs, and she had heard nothing that suggested otherwise, so she chose not to mention this either. “But for now I thought it best to patrol a bit.” She glanced around. “Is that what you’re doing as well?” She wondered if talking would get more natural with practice, she did her best to be casual and she felt she did well, but she also felt she had to carefully choose her words in order to offer the best outcome.
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