fated paths //Sandkit

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RAPIDRAIN
Fated paw steps breathe into my life
Is my life worth that much?

Paws scurried past the the winding floor and rocks. Water seeped above the ground with an intesnifying touch. A soft breeze made the water ripple with life, and the flash of a paw, water spewered out of the deepening depths. A cold slippering being was flown out of the waters, and quickly as it had come out, snatched by maw twice its size. Rapidpaws gaze fell to it, back between the fash and her paws. Small drops of fish blood fell from where she bit into it, and immediately she could taste the foul creature in her jaws. She dropped it quickly and backed up with a ponce to the ground. Nasty, she thought shaking her head getting rid of the smell and its horrid taste. She thought it would have been a bit better then that, it was a living creature like others. She sighed, after trying so hard earlier and catching not one, she thought it to e better.

Catching her breath she shook the water off some of her pelt and licked her paws, seemingly happy that it covered most of the taste she felt before. It own taste and figure proved that Voles were here best meal. For now, with the little skills she had, she would try for a catch of one of the those. Even with her small skills she could catch one of those brutes. Satysified, she dropped her paw and stood up, her tail high in the air and her own thoughts wavering with it. Even with the stone cold fish dead at the rocks, and the foul taste, she would be able to rid of it. Catching the leaves and the dust, she grew a bit closer to camp to burn time, her mentor might be angry she was out for so long instead of training. Closing in she breathed in the air, and smelled the scents of surrounding auras of life. Trees vast in size drove many scents away, but she couldn't miss the deep smells of Thrush not to far away. Her body felt the instincts drive itself in. Her now motionless eyes directed upon the ground, descending upon the vast creature. She stepped forward, quickly and powerfully, ready to near her pouncing state of motion. Her huanches pushed back and her momentum springing past the grass. Her body quickly fell upon the Thrush, swiftly. Just as she hit the ground, her balance miss stepped and she felt her self fall sideways against the ground. Fustration deepened her pelt and her glowing claws gripped the tree limb in front of her. She quickly got up, breathless and angry over her mistake. She shook her fur, and steadily walked to camp.

She had at least caught something for the clan, she would not go with dissapointment. Smoothing out her path she quickly walked to camp, kicking up quit leaves and broken twigs. Twice she stepped on broken branches and felt her paws ssink into the ground. She quickly fell upon the camp, heading striaght to the pile with her kill. She dropped it and gave her paw a lick wondering if any of the cats would notice her first catch alone. Maybe her mentor would come by, or maybe another cat. She half expected to see another Apprentice come, proud her her kill. She purred gracefully, she would love to hear those words and to see that she was progressing well. She sat and awaited for others to come.

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=f4edbf] He stood alone in camp, his breath shallow from 'play-fighting' as the elders and queens called it. Keh, play-fighting my foot, he meowed quietly, Can't you see I'm training? Wow. Cats these days sure were stupid, seriously, how was slamming yourself against a tree 'play-fighting? I swear, those guys need to get their eyes checked, he left off mumbling to himself. He walked over to the fresh kill pile, though he wasn't hungry, he had nothing better to do, and he grabbed a gigantic rabbit off of the pile. Hearing a few cats chuckling, he whipped his head around to glare at them, and then heaved his choice over to a rock to chew on it. As he stared on it, his mind wandered and he found himself thinking back to that day a moon ago. It had been a new moon, and he was running around tackling the other kits in the nursery, jumping around and boasting about his superior strength against them. Thinking now, he couldn't remember the name of the kit he was chasing; Heck, he didn't even remember what he ..or was it a she, looked like. He frowned for half a second, but then dismissed the fact of something that didn't matter much. It was a bright and sunny morning, mockingbirds chirped gleefully and Sandkit felt as if life couldn't get any better, let alone, any worse. An unknown kit ran up to him, her tail swinging back and forth in an excited expression, her eyes strangely a bright green, and as enthusiastic as ever one can be. Sandkit, she squealed, joyously, Sandkit, Sandkit Sandkit! Her shrill shriek could be described as annoying to some cats, as those nearby threw her plenty of dirty looks, but Sandkit smiled, as his mood was passionate and kind of the day, and he grinned at the older she-cat with happiness. What is it? Although he already knew, he continued to ask his question in the same irritating way she had asked hers. Okay, okay, I get it, she purred, laughing at his mocking voice, I know, I shouldn't be so loud, he raised an eyebrow at her and put on a question face and she slapped him on the shoulder with her tail, Fine, whatever...I guess you don't want to know what's so exciting then huh? Well, never mind that --I'm going to be an apprentice soon!! I can't wait, I have been waiting for this forever. I wonder what he's going to think, you know, I really should-- He remembered smiling at her, and telling her kindly to shut up. She laughed at that and skipped away to tell her other friends, whom of course already were aware of the subject. Closing his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, why couldn't he become an apprentice now? But the reassurance of the fact that soon, he would become one, lifted the little weight of his shoulders --besides, it's not like he was going to ever so joyously skip over to the medicine cat den for the rest of his sorry life; he didn't know how wrong he was indeed. Lifting his nose to the new smell of fresh-kill, his paws carried him outside to the pile. Sniffing and trying to grow accustomed to the scents. After finishing a nice juicy mouse, he padded to the elders' den in search of something to do. A kind old calico placed a ball of moss in his paws, telling him to fetch her some water, as she was too old to do so herself. Nodding at her, he ran out to do as he was told, only to be stopped by a handful of other kits wanting to play with the moss. As Sandkit was eager to do so, he promised himself that playing with the ball wouldn't do any real harm, and they spent a while playing together. As the sun was setting, a screech was heard from behind him, and he whipped his head around to draw out the source. The moss ball hit him squarely in the back, and he turned back to see them jeering at him. Unconscious of that, however, he asked if they had heard anything. As their replied 'no', curiosity got the better of him, and he padded over to where the scream was to be heard. Silversoul. That was the first thing he saw. Silversoul; it was a name he would begin to hate for the rest of his life. Silversoul --what had she done to him? Nothing. And that was the problem. She didn't stop it, she didn't stop the prophecy, or tell him that no it wasn't him, he must be mistaken, that pile of sand and rocks didn't mean that he was to become the medicine cat nooo, quite the opposite, it just meant that someone in his family was, or best of all, no one at all related to him, nothing to do with him. But 'what-ifs' never helped in life. He was stuck alone in this dreary way of the medicine cat, left to stuck of apprentices and old elders bragging about being warriors and their life and all that. Well he didn't give a heck about that anymore --it was their fault. Only the leader and medicine cat knew about his predicament, and he hoped it would stay the way for the time being. Chewing roughly at his fresh kill, he saw another cat walking into camp her head held high and her eyes bright and cheery at the lump of a so-called mole...vole? What was it? in her jaws. Swallowing down his self-remorse, as he watched her, he felt a bit lonely, and he came to the quick little conclusion that at least one little friend would do. Nice catch there, he called out, Nice for a kit even half the size of me, okay, that was mean, and he struggled to say something at least nice about the prey, as he let out a bit of a forced purr of laughter. Though, it does seem the prey is running well don't you think, I mean, for leaf-bare that is. Damn, he had run out of things to say! Is that your first catch? he meowed at a lousy chance of making conversation. Darn it, first he insulted her, and then he insulting that stupid prey, and then he couldn't even make up for it --things were not looking well at the moment. He could only hope that she was part of the forgiving type; although something told him she wasn't. Keh, then again, he wasn't an excellent judge on character either. tag|} RaeRae with Rapidpaw -- muse|} good, fairly -- word count|} 1276 running away from Silversoul wait..were you talking? fuming about the medicine den "Sandkit wants you to be quiet "

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Her whiskers brushed the wind and her head rose to the sound of pawsteps in her direction. She almost expected those pawsteps to be a senior warrior or a warrior, she never expected to see a small, sandy colored apprentice. A Medicine cat apprentice. When he approached he seemed to be happy, or more of the cheery cat. Maybe bragging to him would be better then seeing others. It was good to see a cat of her own age, or anywhere near her age. Even as a Medicine cat, she saw friendship that could form.

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