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 Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 9:48 am
"She means she's worried about me. You really know you don't have to do that, sister? I'm not THAT fragile."
[Oakkit whirled around with a little squee at the sound of Softkit's voice.]
"You came to play!" She mewed, jumping up and down in her excitement.
[Softkit's whiskers twitched with amusement.]
*his heart was pounding in his chest like an injured bird, and his breathing was shallow, but he had taken the effort to come out of the nursery den to be with his sister and the other kits. His fur was sleek with sweat and his eyes were narrowed in concentration, but he was there.*
"But you are fragile!" Oakkit gasped, butting her head into his side affectionately. "And I want to take care of you! That's what I meant, Joykit," Oakkit meowed, turning to the older ((...)) kit and nodding her head for emphasis. "Softkit's a p***y, and I'm not, so I need to protect him!"
[Softkit growled at the insult, but it was in good nature.]
[Oakkit began to prance around the little group, mrewing her happiness.]
This day will be a GREAT day! she told herself.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 9:58 am
"Oakkit have you meet my brother Ghostkit? He's always in the nursery with Featherfoot(Joykit,Stormkit,and Ghostkit's mother)!"
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 10:09 am
[Oakkit paused in her bouncing to ponder the wonder of this... Ghostkit...]
"Strange..."she mewed, You three are older than me, I'm nearly three moons, and I don't recall ever meeting your brother Ghostkit!"
"You're such a mouse-brain, Oakkit!" Softkit mewed teasingly. "Of course we know him."
[Oakkit screwed up her eyes in thought, making the white blob on her forehead more, well, blobish.]
"I know!" she wailed. "I don't know half the cat's names. I'm so horrible!"
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 10:28 am
"No you're not!! You're one of my best friends Oakkit!" [playfully stratches her]
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 10:51 am
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 11:00 am
 "To live is to slowly be born."_____________________________Emberpaw_____________________________(( Okay, since for some reason Emberpaw's mentor is a NP cat, I will control Windtail from time to time. ))
[Windtail padded up to Emberpaw, who was sitting and staring off into nothing.]
"Come, Emberpaw," he said gruffly, "you need some training. I hope you're up to it, after you were injured."
[Emberpaw sprang up excitedly.]
"Of course I'm ready, Windtail!" he exclaimed.
[Then, realizing how loud he'd been, he quickly ducked his head and stared at his paws, embarrassed. Windtail chuckled and began to pad away. Emberpaw hurried after him.]
"We'll hurry over to the training hollow, then," the warrior said.
[Emberpaw nodded, and his tail disappeared through the entrance.
When they arrived at the hollow, Windtail turned around.]
"Let me see how well your attacks are," he said. "Attack me."
[Emberpaw hesitated, then began to circle his mentor. Quickly, he flew forward to tackle Windtail, but the warrior quickly dodged the affront. Emberpaw tripped and rolled a ways before getting up quickly and shaking the dust out of his pelt.]
"Don't be so obvious," the warrior commanded, "try to surprise me."
[Emberpaw nodded and crouched again, this time moving slower.
He dashed suddenly, running forward, and just as Windtail jumped to move out of the way, Emberpaw swiveld and sprang up, knocking the warrior off balance from his underbelly. With an "Oof", the warrior was sent flying. He landed awkwardly on his feet.
Before Windtail could catch his breath, Emberpaw flew at him again and tackled him, quickly pinning the warrior down.]
Surprised, Windtail said, "Well done, Emberpaw! Being quick on your feet is an ideal tactic in battles."
[Eyes glimmering, Emberpaw purred. Windtail suddenly kicked the apprentice off of him, startling Emberpaw.
Chuckling, Windtail stood and shook the dust off of his pelt.]
"Never let your guard down," he added.
[Emberpaw nodded, feeling giddy.
He and Windtail continued to practice. Emberpaw never felt tired- his heart soared as he was praised and scolded, and as he learned.]
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 11:21 am
[surprised by the deputy's question] "Well...if Willowstar decides not to mentor any cat..i'll likely choose him.And when i become a warrior i'll be the best!" [thinks to herself]*i I wonder what my warrior name will be! Maybe Joyfeather or Joyheart!!*
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 11:26 am
[Oakkit swiveled around to look at the deputy, her eyes wide with wonder.]
"Mr. Deputy Galespirit, sir..." she started bashfully, gaining encouragement from Softkit's thoughtful tail-touch. "I'dreallylikeEmberpawtobemymentorandifIhavetowaitanextramoonorsoforhimtobeawarrior,
I'LLDOIT!Icanwait.Ilovewaiting.Beingakitisfun.Imean,beingan-- OUCH!"
"OAKKIT! BREATH!" Softkit demanded, biting her tail to get his sister to pause."
"Oh, yeah, sorry, OK..." [Oakkit took a HUGE breath, closing her eyes firmly and letting it out slowly, carefully.]
*Softkit mrewed at his sister's silliness and decided to help her out, for a change.* "Well, Galespirit, Oakkit's trying to say that she'd love to be mentored by Emberpaw when he becomes a warrior, but that, since he's not a warrior yet, she'll gladly refuse the suffix of -paw until Emberpaw is able to train her."
[Softkit nodded his head at Galespirit affirmatively, and Oakkit, following his example (and still taking such deep breaths she was forgetting to breath) began nodding her head vigorously.]
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 11:29 am
[breezepaw stood and padded around, wondering if her mentor might be chosen today and would have something for her to do]
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 11:31 am
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 11:36 am
[she padded some more, sighing and wondering if she would EVER get a mentor to train her]
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 2:53 pm
 O w l t a l o n“Belief is not a matter of choice, but of conviction.”___________________________[Owltalon blinked gratefully at Wavepelt's compliment.]
“Thank you.”
[And before he knew it, Wavepelt launched another attack. Owltalon whipped his tail, calculatating the tom's speed and angle before darting for him. Owltalon himself didn't realize what happened, only that, in the end, he ended up on top of the tom. Panting, he got off of him, shaking his thick pelt free of any leaves and twigs.]
“What in StarClan's name was that?” [He stopped panting and watched Wavepelt.] “Whatever it was, remember it. That is a great move to use in a fight.”
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 2:57 pm
Wavepelt purred at his mentors praise "I pretended to jump but kept my hind paws on the ground. When you jumped up I was on the ground and jumped at you. It worked just as good against you as it did against the first cat. So what now, new moves or more practice, or hunting?"
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 3:09 pm
O w l t a l o n“Belief is not a matter of choice, but of conviction.”___________________________ [Owltalon nodded with closed eyes, seeing how the tom was so enthusiastic in the subject. He would make a great addition to BreezeClan. Owltalon perked his ears at his question. He tilted his head.]
“A bit more practice wouldn't hurt. I need to get you into shape for battling the other Clans. Speaking of which, each one has their own fighting style, and the only way for you to become accustomed to them is to, unfortunatly, fight them. So, there're some moves which I can't exactly explain. You'll have to learn them on your own...For now, lets see your defensive techniques...Remember: BreezeClan cats are known for their swiftness. We posses a speed with rivals even the wind...”
Owltalon began trotting around Wavepelt in a circle, making sure to keep a radius of one tail-length. He sped up, now pelting around the tom in a white whirl of wind, before lashing out with a sheathed paw for one of Wavepelt's hind legs. If he wouldn't see it in time, Wavepelt would be tripped.
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