Unable to Cope *June*

[brackengaze]

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=3d759a] Crouching to feel the lovely strain within his muscles, his paws perfectly still with his tail held above the earth so as not to let his bushy fur brush any scattered leaves and warn his prey. Narrowing his deep blue gaze and pressing his ears against his skull the apprentice launched, himself carefully onto the vole. Snipping its spine he thank Starclan, as taught as a kit, since Raggedclaws would never have him do such a thing and or even think of suggesting it. He placed the kill off to the side, ignoring it for now. He felt no hunger, only boredom. He should be training! He should be working on his fighting techniques, stalking moves and climbing, not moping around by himself like a kit without a sibling to distract himself with. Which he was at one point. Kicking a bit of earth over the vole he looked out towards the path, noticing how far he had come. He had not expected to wander so far into the territory. Oh well, it was not as if anyone was going to miss him. He had little going on in the clan right now, he was not a warrior, he had no way or reason to patrol by himself, but he was allowed to wander right? The warriors did so why shouldn't he be allowed to? Nodding to himself he silently looked up towards the Frostclan border, wondering what Whisperpaw was doing? Why was he wondering that? Shaking his head he tried to remove the thoughts, but could not. He liked talking to the silver apprentice, probably more than he should, but they were allowed to have friends in other clans, right? And that was what he had, a friend in another clan. Flicking his tail in certainty the apprentice continued on the path, making a mental note to remember to pick up his vole. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"

[Juniper]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=07071d] A silvery she-cat leapt out from a clump of bracken, her eyes wild and searching. She opened her jaw wide and drank in the musty smells of the dry lands she walked. Her tired paws padded over uneven terrain. Occasionally, she shook them to loosen up the pebbles trapped between her pads before continuing on home. Overhead, a merciless sun beat relentlessly against her dark tabby fur. Day was lengthening; it was Newleaf but if felt like Greenleaf. Or maybe it indeed was Greenleaf. In this terrible heat, Silverclaw could honestly not tell. At last, her weary paws led her to a more wooded clearing. The feel of soft grass beneath her feet cooled her, as did the small springs of water she lapped up for rehydration. While she quenched her thirst, she cast a dark gaze thoughtfully at her surroundings. She was returning to the AspenClan camp after visiting her mate, Iceclaw, again. Her plans were all falling into place. She only needed to convince the kit she would use as a lure – Dovekit perhaps – and obtain a few more supporters… Silverclaw sighed. Cats willing to assist in merging the power of the Clans were awfully hard to find nowadays. How easy it was in the nursery tales told to her when she was a mere kit…! Now that her thirst had been fulfilled, the evil Warrior stood up and began meandering out of the mini oasis. She really had nothing to do but wander until a potential supporter randomly appeared. Fat chance, but she was getting desperate by now. Her eyes raked the barren landscape; claws impaling the ground below in anger. Indeed, why were supporters so rare these days? Speak of the devil, look who that is. For suddenly, Silverclaw chanced upon another AspenClan cat. Her curious eyes regarded the newcomer, musing over why he was so far away from the AspenClan camp. Then again, why was she? Either way, her dark eyes inspected the tom, a young male with honey ginger fur and startlingly blue eyes. She gave a cautious and guarded sniff, hoping he would not be offended. Seapaw, that’s who he was. “Seapaw… What a pleasure it is to see you,” she meowed with a mixture of gruffness and anticipation in her tone, but sounding as if she would find it a pleasure to kill him instead. She eyed the burly apprentice, wondering what he was thinking. Hmm, would he or wouldn’t he? Oh well, only one way to find out. The she-cat swept her gaze around the heavily forested area, squinting as the sun’s harsh rays still managed to penetrate the thick foliage and filter in. She batted at a section of leaves, brushing away the screen of plant-life that barred her way. A variety of brightly colored insects swarmed over the moss-drizzled tree trunks, each their own individual color of the rainbow. She smiled softly at the image. Every little bug, in its own world, doing its own thing, still in the most perfect harmony. How she wished she were among them. Then, she seemed to recall that Seapaw was there, presumably watching her. Silverclaw turned towards him, and leaned forward in an eager and conspiratorial way. “We as four Clans are extremely powerful. What,” she asked him with narrowed eyes, “if all four Clans combined their power and united as one?” She righted herself, carefully watching his expression. Was she right to include him in her plans? He was certainly quite the asset to them. Sure he was an apprentice, but honestly, what was another apprentice to them, more or less? “Silverclaw speaks” Silverclaw thinks Silverclaw does Word Count; 601 Tags; Seapaw (and maybe Whisperpaw?) OoC; Buggies are so cute!