Falling for a Traitor (Open, Week 7)

[Juniper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Darkness. Just like every night, darkness seeped into the evening and blanketed the land in folds of black. Thick, dark clouds obscured the moon, a sure sign of StarClan’s disapproval. A heavy wind blew from the north, bringing with it the stench of sickness and starvation. Its cold gusts buffeted the soft fur of the young apprentice below, whose pelt was now an eerie bronze color. Muscles bunched up and tense, Weedpaw wove through the jutting rocks of the desert. All was still and quiet. Too quiet. From in the distance, the hoot of an owl sent shivers up Weedpaw’s spine. His paws tingled and his whiskers quivered with fear. But other than that, total silence. Just the small shuffles of his nervous paws sounded in the night. A little breeze swung from the south, tangy with the scent of prey. His nerves calmed somewhat, he padded closer to it, ears pricked. Was that… Did he scent mouse on the tip of his tongue? Eagerly, Weedpaw drank in more deeply the juicy scent of prey just waiting for him to catch it. His amber eyes alert, he streaked towards a massive structure off a ways. However, when he realized what it was, he hesitated and shied away. It was the horrible Twoleg’s Domain, the nest where Twolegs roamed. Shivering again, he remembered that they had moved back into their nest just like every leaf-bare, killing perfectly good prey and frightening the rest off. Anger leapt into his golden eyes as he realized how easy it would be for them to do the same in FrostClan territory. His fur bristling, he resolved not to let those pesky Twolegs scare him away from what he was entitled to. A sharp squeak emitted as the rat he was pursuing suddenly smelled his dissipating fear scent. Immediately, a flurry of paws scurried from beneath a bush by the Twoleg’s nest. His paws moving like lightning, he raced after the streaking rat. Then, he swerved to the right to cut off its path as it swiveled into the opposite direction. He proceeded to chase it all the way back to the Drylands and at last caught up. Weedpaw’s weary paws were cut and bleeding by this time. He was quite unaccustomed to the rocky and rough terrain of the desert. His chest heaving with fatigue, he aimed a swipe at the weakened rat, which was equally exhausted. Carefully, he bit down hard onto its lithe body and lifted it up, padding back into the direction of FrostClan territory. It would be a long trek to get back to camp before dawn. Already he was tired. Suddenly, a sharp sound came from behind and he spun around, nearly colliding with whatever was behind. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 457 Tags Hopefully Sirenpaw OoC I guess he would collide with Sirenpaw, but that’s up to you.

[/blockquote][/color][/blockquote]
[/td][/tr][tr][td]

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[hades]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,600,true][atrb=height,500,true]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=858f77] ‘Jaypaw, go feed the elders. Jaypaw, go check the elders for ticks! Jaypaw, why can’t you be as good as your brother? Jaypaw… Jaypaw… Jaypaw…’ These continuing thoughts echoed through her head as she slipped underneath one of the two-leg log homes to hunt. She was tired of trying to match up to her brother, Kestrelpaw, she knew she could never and that she would never become a warrior before unless something drastic happened and she just happened to be in the middle of it. Still six and a half, or was it a quarter, moons old she was already dreaming of becoming warrior. Was the normal for an apprentice? Sure it was! Was it normal to want be the youngest warrior in the Clan? Maybe not, but it counted as something for her and she was determined to have it happen! The chance would come soon. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, which brought her back to the task at hand. Hunting. It was the dead of night and the moon was bright, casting an eerie blue hue and deep black shadows on the ground through the wooden slats of the deck above. Pricking her large ears she waited patiently. Lucky for this SoulClan apprentice fat juicy rats and mice weren’t afraid of the two-legs that were stomping around with their large paws. They were waiting, of course, for food to be dropped down between the slabs on the deck. If a rat moved for whatever dropped, Jaypaw would be right on top of it. Her light colored pelt was well hidden in the shadows and her Blue-jay-blue eyes, for that is the reason she was named Jaykit, sparkled with excitement at the thought of catching prey for her clan. Maybe it would even impress her mentor that she had been out hunting in the dead of night and nothing had happened to her. Most of the time her mentor didn’t approve… He was always hard to get approval from. Just then some two-leg prey dropped between the planks and now Jaypaw waited. Her ears perked, and muscles tense and ready to leap and tackle the rat. And there it was. A large rat just waiting to be caught! It neared the stuff that had dropped. Jaypaw shifted as quietly as possible into the hunting stance she had been taught and then she darted for it! Her mistake was, as soon as she leaped for it, it scented her, squeaked – more like shrieked – and tried to run from her grasp. Missing her prey she didn’t think it was worth perusing until she picked up the scent of FrostClan. ‘Surely the wind isn’t that strong!’ She thought with amazement. Creeping under the plants and stepping quietly, Jaypaw noticed that it was fresh. ‘Trespassers!’ She added with inward disgust and hatred. She narrowed her eyes and crept forward even more. What she saw surprised her, there was only one and it was chasing her prey! Her CLANS prey! Furious she changed her mind and decided the rat was worth it. . ‘I can take him back to camp and have Branchstar take care of him!’ Naturally she assumed it was he and gave into chase. When she caught up with the FrostClan warrior, this she also assumed, she tackled him, and pinned him down firmly, , “What are you doing on my territory, Prey-stealer?” She hissed sharply, her blue eyes glaring down into his amber ones. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking" {Post; 576 words} {Tags; Weedpaw}

[Juniper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] His amber eyes had barely trained onto the blurry, pale form when it launched itself at him, striking him to the harsh dust of the earth. He went limp, his freshly caught prey sliding from his gaping jaws. The musty smell of SoulClan hit him hard, wafting uncomfortably into his nostrils. He blinked and stared up above as his vision slowly returned. Again, shock plagued his mind, emptying out every other emotion. Then he saw. And what he saw amazed him more than anything else. The beautiful figure of a young she-cat was crouched before him, clasping his neck with a slender paw. She was the color of silk – no that wasn’t it, she reflected the light of the moon itself, like some divine being straight from StarClan. A halo of harsh light formed around the lithe body. Intense eyes that mirrored the skies of a bright day – or perhaps like the cool seas that churned the sands in this territory – beheld him. Fury lashed within them like icy fire, but somehow this anger seemed to magnify her beauty. Weedpaw’s panting quickened, but he no longer noticed the pain racking his paws or sides. With his greater strength, he struggled into a more dignified position as the other apprentice flung her accusations at him. He laughed this off with his genuinely ecstatic smile. He was still nervous about being caught though. “Umm… hi,” he managed to say between gasps for air. He hadn’t realized that the SoulClan cat’s grip had squeezed out most of his air. He massaged his windpipe with his right paw and licked his chest fur to straighten it out. The dead rat was now farther away from him, much closer to the pale apprentice. He really didn’t care, despite how much his stomach grumbled. It was a harsh winter and more so for his Clan, yet he still managed to temporarily forget those troubles. Weedpaw hobbled a bit closer to the white cat, his amber eyes flicking between anxiety and joy, an expression only he could pull off. “You know, that was a very awkward pose for you earlier. Imagine if anyone else saw it…?” he teased, referring to her pinning him down prior to this encounter. “So what are you going to do with me trespassing here?” he inquired with a somewhat strained tone. He sincerely hoped she wouldn’t be too heartless as to march him straight to her leader. Breezestar was one fierce cat he wished not to tangle with ever. He shuddered with the thought of it, a movement that ruffled the long and silken outer furs, which gleamed a lustrous gold under the bright moon. The coarser furs ringing his neck bristled slightly too. The ginger apprentice beamed his trademark, charming smile, which never failed to brighten up a chilly atmosphere. Tension was a bit high tonight; he felt a searing sensation as the SoulClan apprentice’s glare burned holes in his skin. He gave an anxious chuckle and asked, again out of curiosity, “So tell me, what is your name, miss? I’m called Weedpaw.” His grin deepened as he introduced himself. The ivory she-cat was obviously younger than him – a newly made apprentice by the looks of her still kittenish features. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 540 Tags Jaypaw OoC Aww, isn’t he so cute…

[/blockquote]
[/td][/tr][tr][td]

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[hades]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,600,true][atrb=height,500,true]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=858f77] Jaypaw felt the apprentice wriggle underneath her. When he managed to get out of her grasp she knew she was going to have to work on that, awkward or not. When Weedpaw staggered away from her, she knew she was going to have a hard time getting the FrostClan scent off her fur. Maybe she would go and roll around in some strong smelling plant later on, when she had taken this apprentice to Branchstar. She didn’t notice anything about the ginger apprentice; she was a loyal SoulClan apprentice with a loyal mentor whom she strived to please. ‘This will surely please him!’ And she knew it would probably please the rest of the Clan as well! She would be closer to becoming a warrior, and she would have done something her brother hadn’t! Captured a trespasser and a prey-stealer! Oh this was glorious for Jaypaw! Or so she thought. Jaypaw couldn’t keep the idea that she had beaten her brother at something out of her mind. He would be so jealous! So envious! “Umm… hi,” Jaypaw hovered over the rat she had been stalking earlier, and glared at the ginger apprentice, “You know, that was a very awkward pose for you earlier. Imagine if anyone else saw it…?” Her glare softened and she felt her pelt grow hot with embarrassment. “You need to learn to control your thoughts.” She hadn’t thought the position was awkward at all. She had managed to take back what was rightfully SoulClan prey and nearly choke the life out of the FrostClan trespasser. Jaypaw honestly thought she had done well. ‘Is he smiling at me?’ She wondered, ‘Or is the moonlight playing tricks on me… again.’And by again she meant the last time she had been out at night with a tom and she thought he was smiling at her… well lets not think about that! Her ears flicked back and she lashed her tail. She didn’t have time to stand around and try to be friendly with this FrostClan apprentice, but he obviously thought now was a good time to chat! “So tell me, what is your name, miss? I’m called Weedpaw.” He would find out soon enough. “Enough formalities,” She hissed, I’m taking you back to Branchstar!” She wasn’t going to let this FrostClan tom to slip through her paws like a fish that rarely ever flopped onto Sunrise Shores. Picking up the rat she trotted around Weedpaw and pushed him, “Come on.” She said, her mouth full of rat… Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking" {Post; 419 words} {Ooc|| xD Haha, yes, completely adorable! Jaypaw isn’t going to fall quickly though… But give her time! And you can procrastinate as loooong as you like! XD Eventually she’ll give up and let him go. }

[Juniper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Weedpaw grinned in his usual charming way, basking as though beneath a full, warm sun. He stretched out his limbs, gently licking sore spots from being tackled by this pale white beauty. He watched as the apprentice’s fur seemed to prickle with embarrassment. She stared at him curiously, her baby blue eyes holding some emotion the golden apprentice couldn’t make out. Then her previous fury seemed to rekindle. Her long tail flicked, its strands of fur swishing and glowing eerily. Her ivory ears twitched with irritation. She seemed to have composed herself after that momentarily awkward pause. During this time, Weedpaw’s eyes shifted to give a brief, longing stare at the rat she was crouched over. She had firm paws planted over it, as if shielding it from him. Perhaps it was because he had shown such strong interest in the prey that she snapped at him, threatening to take him to her leader. The pale amber apprentice winced; he had quite hoped she would not. Dutifully, he padded a few hesitant steps in the direction he believed their camp to be. As it turned out, he was wrong. The SoulClan cat clenched his kill safely in her jaws and nudged him in the right direction. A small smile crept onto his face, and he couldn’t help himself from allowing his tail to rest on her cheek before he bounded ahead. A spray of laughter rang out as he paced forward. He spun on the balls of his paws and sprang back a bit until he was facing this bossy apprentice. “Your name?” he prompted again. He turned solemn eyes onto her. “Otherwise what shall I call you?” By now, they were a bit farther from his Clan’s territory. The sparse, harsh land was replaced by softer earth; the occasionally drifting dust settled down. The tall, looming figure of the Twoleg nest now dominated the sky, its stature shading the landscape a splotchy ashen color. A sickly strange smell wafted from the slats of the wooden construction, reeking of Twolegs and something else Weedpaw couldn’t quite place. He swiveled again on his paws to investigate some metal contraption next to the wooden nest. It was cylindrical in shape with some thin material wrapped around the silvery metal. A hole had been cut into one side with some other wiry objects protruding from it. Weedpaw examined the alien object, and stuck a curious paw into this hole but thought better of it. He backed away and swatted his paw so it rolled off. Then he turned to shoot a questioning look at his guide. “What was that?” he whispered, his tone hushed now they were so near to her camp. He waited expectantly, trusting her to be so familiar with Twolegs and their odd customs that she could rattle them off like a deputy giving orders. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 475 Tags Jaypaw OoC It’s a can of juice/soda/whatever, in case you were wondering.

[/blockquote]
[/td][/tr][tr][td]

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[hades]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,600,true][atrb=height,500,true]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=858f77] Jaypaw figured he wouldn’t like it. Diversions, that’s all he was trying to do. She looked up at the sky and wondered why StarClan didn’t put some since into the apprentices head to just get on with it so she could she show her brother, Kestrelpaw, that she could do a lot better than he could! This was all she cared about, really. She had no idea that she just might want to see this apprentice again, perhaps at a gathering or something. ‘A Gathering would be nice.’ She thought, still looking at the stars. She sighed and continued on leading Weedpaw towards the camp. ‘But what if he’s a spy and FrostClan is planning an attack!’ This worried Jaypaw a little, but she didn’t scent, or see when she looked around, any other FrostClan members following them… unless they were lurking somewhere out of sight. When he sprang forward and spun around suddenly she was taken aback, and it showed. Then he laughed, or that’s the order it seemed to go in… “Your name?”, slightly irritated that he still wanted to know, “Otherwise what shall I call you?” Jaypaw sighed. She really didn’t want to give her name. She set the rat down, Jaypaw wanted him to hear her name clearly, “It’s Jaypaw.” ‘Oh for the love of StarClan…’ Then she picked the rat back up and pushed onwards towards the camp. It wasn’t until they had returned to the two-leg nests that Weedpaw got a little too curious for her own taste. He was sniffing at a two-leg thing. Jaypaw had seen many of them when there were tons of two-legs around. Their kits ran around with the colored things and the bigger two-legs sometimes longer thinner things. “It’s a two-leg thing. I don’t know what they call it.” She asked, “Why? That has nothing to do with what is happening now. So let’s keep going. Do they have it in your territory?” The worry of letting Weedpaw into the camp and risking an ambush lingered in the back of her mind. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking" {Post;348 words} {Tags; Weedpaw} {ooc|| ... }

[Juniper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Weedpaw’s eyes, bright and teasing, searched the pure white apprentice’s face eagerly. She seemed a bit annoyed by all his stopping – or was that aggravation he saw in that piercing sky blue gaze? She sighed, something she did frequently, and reluctantly revealed her name. “Jaypaw,” he repeated, savoring the sensation of her name rolling on his tongue. He thought instantly of clear skies flecked with small puffy clouds, and a formation of bright ocean blue birds soaring through all that blueness. Blue against blue. It was sometimes hard to picture and yet it was perfectly right. He sighed as well, but his was with satisfaction. Every possible response – charming to witty, gracious to humble – ran through his mind on how to reply. Finally he came up with, “It’s a lovely name,” and that was all. Another brief touch with his tail and he strode forward. He glanced back and saw that Jaypaw was feeling quite exasperated by all the fuss. This hurt something deep within him but he tried not to show it. It wasn’t as if he truly cared about this little she-cat yet, right? Right, he already had his own friends back at his camp. What would he need with an emotionally driven SoulClan cat? The golden apprentice continued his inspection of all the Twoleg rubbish cluttering up the side of the Twoleg nest. He poked his nose into every object imaginable, inserting a careful paw into those which had openings. If they didn’t, he simply tried to see if he could roll them over. It was a mindless activity, something to do now that the conversation was melting away. “No reason. I just wondered, that’s all. Don’t you ever wonder about this stuff?” he returned. He swung his head to face her, a strange expression upon his face. He was a bit stung by how rudely she treated him sometimes. But he shrugged this temporary rift away, again picking up his paws to trail after the pale, cloudy white she-cat. Jaypaw’s sea-blue eyes darted around in an almost fearful way. Unhappily, Weedpaw watched her, musing over what she could possibly be thinking of. “What’s wrong?” he inquired, an edge creeping into his voice. “Surely you don’t think I’m planning to attack you,” he admonished, his claws involuntarily sinking deep into the hard soil. He approached the skittish looking apprentice, his eyes wide with innocence. A short tail tip dragged along, dust and grime alike accumulating in the fur. His sinewy body moved ungracefully. “Don’t you trust me?” he cried out in anguish at last, when he could no longer stand the unbearable silence. How was he to prove he could be trusted? But then, things began stirring from nearby. Apparently his suddenly loud voice had alerted the entire population of whatever lived in this forsaken land, barren save for the stink of the Twoleg nest. Odd rattling noises shook close by; a spindly long form slithering closer. Hurriedly, Weedpaw leapt before Jaypaw, unconsciously shielding her with his body. Then, a serpent emerged from the darkness, its tawny colors making it completely unidentifiable. The FrostClan apprentice had witnessed snakes before, but never something like this one. He grew uncertain, not even aware that Jaypaw was better at handling this type of creature. In a bit of desperation, he struck the snake with his paw, claws extended. Long hisses emitted, and his fur stuck up in warning as the rattlesnake swung closer. “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 574 Tags Jaypaw + dead rat and rattlesnake OoC Yay for more diversions!

[/blockquote]
[/td][/tr][tr][td]

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[hades]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,600,true][atrb=height,500,true]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=858f77] Jaypaw felt another oncoming rush of heat she couldn’t describe. ‘It’s a lovely name.’ What was he thinking? They were from different clans, if he started to even try to flirt with her it would be against the warrior code, and everything she was hoping for. She ignored the touch and continued walking. Jaypaw knew her brother wouldn’t approve of such a thing, so why should she? “Just forget it…” She mumbled and took the lead, still weary (?) of the fact she could be leading an ambush strait to her camp. But this couldn’t be the case. Weedpaw was still lolly-gagging around and sticking his nose in twoleg stuff, where it didn’t belong. If there was another one of his clan mates around, she wondered what he or she could be thinking about him. ‘Probably that he’s crazy or something, for sticking his nose in places where it doesn’t belong.’ Had she just repeated herself? Maybe, she wasn’t sure. She just knew that this FrostClan apprentice was obviously not aware of some of the deadly creatures that lived among the twoleg things. Like snakes, bats, owls, and other animals that could pick her strait up and carry her away. “I’d be careful if I were you…” she mumbled over the rat she was carrying. He hadn’t heard her at all, for the moment she said it he said, “No reason. I just wondered, that’s all. Don’t you ever wonder about this stuff?” At least he answered her question. Jaypaw thought about the question. She didn’t really find twoleg things interesting; always being around it and such, she never gave it a second thought when she saw it. "No." she said, and that was it. Glancing around still uneasy, she was now worried about more than an ambush, “Surely you don’t think I’m planning to attack you,” Her ears pricked at the tone in his voice, this was starting to creep her out a little, “Don’t you trust me?” His… whine… made her angry. ‘He needs to keep quiet! And he sounds desperate to me! Oh great StarClan!’ She hissed at him, “Shh! You’re going to-" Jaypaw was cut off by the sound of rattling coming from a nearby bush. Instantly she knew what it was but before she had time to react Weedpaw was in front of her and was trying to… protect her… her own territory! “What in the name of StarClan do you-" She stopped. The thing that had rattled in the bush came slithering out. It’s pattern was easily recognizable and the long black tongue flicked in and out, gleaming in the moon light. Jaypaw felt uncomfortable suddenly. She didn’t want the FrostClan apprentice to get bit and then she would have to run all the way back to camp to get help, then she would look like a crazy lunatic for trying to help a FrostClan apprentice and not chasing him off the territory, it would make her look bad for not brining him to the camp, and it would cause FrostClan to think things other than the truth, and… and… caught between a rock and hard place, and Jaypaw didn’t like it. Trembling with fear she looked at the snake. Lightning fast, venomous, and crawling strait for them! Her mind flew to one of the many things her mentor had told her to do. Stay calm, don’t make any sudden moves – which Weedpaw had done by striking out at it – and bring it home for the elders. “Weedpaw, listen to me,” She started, speaking quickly like she did back at camp, but this time her mind was fuzzy and she had no honest idea of what she was doing, “There are two of us. One of us needs to go around to the back and the other the front. It can’t hit two moving targets at once. So once one of us has its attention the other needs to try and crush the head!” she hopped he got that as she moved from behind him and came into view of the snake. It. Was. Huge! Jaypaw prayed to StarClan that there weren’t more behind it. Now that she had the attention of the snake she circled out wide and tried to draw the snake in her direction… Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking" {Post; 713 words via Word Document} {Tags; Weedpaw & Snake - sounds like a company!} {ooc| ... fail.}

[Juniper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] Although everything he did was perfectly innocent, Weedpaw sensed that his beautiful companion did not regard this as so. From the way she kept turning away, blushing, to the heat that rose in her fur when he casually brushed her flank… It was quite obvious that the young tom’s presence there made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Such was usual for she-cats his age to feel, so he merely shrugged it off. Their exquisite charm usually made up for their impertinence. Instead, he would occasionally pause to turn at Jaypaw and bestow upon her a wide beam. He was happy; why not show it? Jaypaw did not seem amused. The very second the ginger apprentice started laughing about ambushes, the lovely, pure white female seemed to tense up. She was edgy, frightened almost. Frightened of what, Weedpaw wanted to know. He did not quite appreciate her attitude towards his affections but managed a gallant smile. Charming they called him. However, certainly not this coy, little she-cat. Jaypaw positively radiated an intense dislike for him. Anger and fury seemed to overcome her as a low hiss escaped her. Weedpaw, still hurt but now more so injured, burst out, “Why do you hate me? I only want to be your friend.” His words were much the child’s, not the sort of image he wished to portray. But then, despite his allurement that seemed to draw in cats of the opposite gender, he was very much the immature child. In his sudden pangs of sorrow, he had not realized how close he had approached the she-cat until their eyes were a mere mouse-length’s apart, just as they were the first time they met. He could now see, in startling detail, the fine details of the blood-rich arteries lining her irises. He could clearly identify each individual tendril of fur. He could differentiate each of the assortments of cream and white it took to paint her gorgeous face. It was a bit too close for comfort, and he was sure the SoulClan apprentice would either retreat quickly or claw his eyes out. He hoped it would be neither (and definitely not the latter as he wished not to revisit his Clan’s Medicine cat nor her own). Fortunately, he was spared the trouble for now as a potentially deadly serpent arrived on the scene. Wait, fortunately?? More feelings of discomfort rolled off from Jaypaw. Weedpaw could sense this by the tense way she held herself, and how her fur bristled as cats tended to do when nervous. She stared at the snake, and Weedpaw stared at her. Having realized that his way of battle would fail as far as fighting a snake was concerned, he now turned to his companion in a very unashamed way. So strange for him as he strived to prove his worth on a daily basis. It got monotonous and unexciting just how many times he tumbled himself straight into danger just for the sake of pride. But now, out of concern (and possible because the female apprentice was more experienced at this than him, which he had to admit), he allowed her to run the show. “Go ahead,” he nodded in a strained sort of way. Solemnly, he listened to her plan, though he fidgeted and twitched, eager to strike the serpent himself. “But I don’t want you to get hurt… I care about you…” he protested, making sure his voice was no more than a murmur of the wind. He could already tell she would turn away his objections. So reluctantly, he carried out her idea with the obedience of a kittypet to its Twoleg housefolk. The creamy white she-cat scooted out far, luring the serpent closer to her in a cautious fashion. Meanwhile, all Weedpaw could do was gape at her movements in awe. She seemed to glide in a dance-like way, her paws stepping lightly as though swirling the mists of StarClan. However, when the snake flicked its tail at the ground, causing a tiny pebble to skitter over and land on his paw, he awoke from his dream-like state. Right, focus. Quietly and stealthily, he swung his hips to further deaden the sound he created. A few pawsteps there, watch the loose stones, leap nimbly over that twig, turn or the snake will see you! And at last he had crept up right behind the slowly weaving snake. His amber eyes flashing with determination and triumph, he slammed an unsheathed paw right over the snake’s head, crushing it. Weedpaw inspected the remains of the dead snake, hurriedly wiping a serpent-remains-stained paw over the dry ground of the desert. He licked off the rest before hastening to Jaypaw’s side. His eyes were gleaming with pride. “How’s that, huh?” he beamed, amazed that he had managed that without stumbling or messing everything up. He had been terrified that he might trip over the creature itself and was almost horrified when the moon shown upon the remnants so that it glowed white – white like Jaypaw’s fur. But of course he wouldn’t have been able to smash into Jaypaw’s body, what a silly and gruesome thought. He smiled at Jaypaw and waited. Would she still report him to her leader after this? “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 871 Tags Jaypaw + gross and dead snake OoC Probably shouldn’t be saying this but someone nominated them both as a couple (even if they aren’t officially one)!

[/blockquote]
[/td][/tr][tr][td]

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[hades]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,600,true][atrb=height,500,true]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=858f77] Jaypaw didn’t think she was doing anything special as she lured the rattler to her. Sure she had some fears, what cat didn’t, but what Weedpaw had complained about not trusting him she was almost side tracked by it. Before she had time to think about the answer, though, she snapped her mind back to the present and the danger that was before her. Sidestepping, walking backwards carefully, but always faster than the snake, she taunted it in her mind, Come and get me vermin. You’ll be the elders next meal before long. Once, when she was a kit, she had heard the stories from the Elders about how some of them had bravely fought adders and rattlers and other scary sounding desert creatures. Now that she was an apprentice she didn’t have time to listen to the stories about how so-and-so had been attacked by a giant whatever. Now she just hurried to get the ticks out of their fur and listen to them gripe and complain how much food they got and … it was enough to drive any SoulClan apprentice crazy. AAAHH! Focus! Focus, or you’ll be dead, Jaypaw! The snake had come closer to her as she was daydreaming about being a kit again. Quickly she danced out of the way, and the sake followed her. “Left, right, left right…” She mumbled to herself out loud, but quiet enough for only her ears to hear. Suddenly, Weedpaw’s claws and paw came crashing down over the rattler’s head ending its life. “How’s that, huh?” was beaming, obviously he had never killed a snake before, "Well" She said when it was finished, “That didn’t take as long as I thought it would.” She didn’t bother to comment on what Weedpaw has said, the process felt as if it had been forever! To her at least, that is, until Weedpaw killed it. “What took you so long, anyways?” She looked at the ginger apprentice’s blue eyes. For the first time since they had met Jaypaw noticed, or was it for the second time, that one of them wasn’t … quite right. What was it with these FrostClan cats anyways? Big and bulky, the lot of them! Not delicately framed and built for speed and hot weather on the dry lands as she and the rest of her clan often were. Sighing she wondered if she should really be taking this apprentice to Lavastar or not. She still didn’t trust him, and she still wanted to show her brother up. Thinking quickly, Jaypaw looked at the dead snake. “Why should I trust you?” She said, anger flaring up inside of her, “You’re from a different clan and you were caught taking SoulClan pray! Isn’t that enough to not trust you?!” exclaimed. Her ears flicked back, claws extended, involuntarily {?}, and the fur along her spine began to stand on end. Jaypaw’s heartbeat increased. This apprentice was probably older than she was and could probably beat her in battle. This made her calm down and she sheathed her claws and tried to relax. “I-I’m sorry, Weedpaw.” She said, looking at the ground. Did she really feel sorry? No. But what else could she say? Maybe he’d forgive her anyways for the sudden burst of emotion… Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking" {Post;546 words, Via Word Doc.} {Tags; Weedpaw} {ooc|| =) }

[Juniper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true]

[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq95/amanda1472/wee2.jpg] The weight of the rattlesnake felt heavy in his jaws. It was fairly large compared to some of the serpents he had previously encountered. It was smooth, with ridges marking the outlines of various scales covering its thick hide. Its pallor was a pale, dusty texture that camouflaged nicely with its surroundings. And to reiterate a point Weedpaw was most proud of, this enormous creature was killed by yours truly. But he dropped his hard-earned prize on the ground, stifling his boastful grin and adopting a more humble one. “Aww, that’s nothing. I’ve killed far bigger and more stealthy creatures in my life,” he said in an offhand way. His strut became more pronounced as he approached the rival Clan-born she-cat. Jaypaw seemed to be inspecting him closely, her contemptuous eyes judging his every move. The ginger apprentice took no notice, however. Instead, he snorted, “Long? Long? I was like lightning – the shadow you never see until it’s- there!” He shook his head in mock disappointment. And yet the creamy colored female had seemed so truthful… Had it really been that long to her? Weedpaw cast the sky a sharp glance for no apparent reason. Its previous pitch black hue had lightened considerably. The indigo heavens were streaked with splashes of violet, signaling the coming of dawn. But he sensed that dawn would not officially arrive for hours. Still, he gave a few nervous twitches. He needed to report back to camp before dawn. At this rate, he would get no sleep. And he had his Warriors assessment coming soon… It was an event he greatly anticipated; he simply couldn’t afford to miss it. “Mmm, Jaypaw,” he began, then a slow smile crept across his face. He ducked his head and muttered, “Still such a beautiful name.” Jays were quite rare up in the freezing slopes of Bright Peak. But when you skirted around the edges of the lower stretches of the Iceriver, jays and robins were abundant there. Their tinkling melodies melted into the harmony of the other songbirds and the music of nature itself. Weedpaw nudged the female SoulClan apprentice with a sheathed paw, then gestured towards the brightening sky with a nod. “Dawn’s coming. I must leave soon,” he explained shortly. “Why don’t w-“ he paused, surprised as a torrent of furious words tumbled out of Jaypaw’s mouth. Apparently, she had been chewing hard on something he had mentioned earlier. Concerned, the tom laid his tail on her shoulder, his way of conveying his sympathy… until he figured out her anger was directed towards him. Then his neck fur bristled, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. He had a patience for frustration and fury but this was perhaps a bit too much. “Look, I didn’t-!” he retorted, but Jaypaw seemed to crumple up as he watched. Her anger wilted and faded as she murmured a quick apology. “That’s alright,” he meowed awkwardly, his irritation not yet spent. He had forgotten she was a SoulClan cat – a type prone to sudden and easily changeable emotions. His heart still raced from an onslaught of indignation, and perhaps… something else…? “Weedpaw speaks” Weedpaw actually thinks (rare) Weedpaw does (usually before thinking) Word Count 521 Tags Jaypaw OoC Sorry for the wait!

[/blockquote]
[/td][/tr][tr][td]

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]