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Post by Kathryn on Feb 25, 2011 10:50:20 GMT -8
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OoC; Seapaw only
Sunlight blazed down onto his eternally ebony pelt, warming him up and making him growl with irritation. Dusk was approaching, the sun drifted down onto the horizon, tainting the sky with oranges and reds. Lifting his head off of the ground, he let his eyes follow the sun down, but then he turned and walked back to camp. The gargantuan tom had been washing his fur again, like he did every day, because if he went without cleaning his thick fur, it would malt. By malting, it became loose and tangled in his fur and caused him some irritation, which of course gathered dirt and meant that he couldn’t move as freely without his fur pulling all over the place.
Pushing back into the camp, Raggedclaws noted how relaxed it was; there were very few cats outside, and as he returned, they left him alone in the clearing to sleep. Well, the Dusk Patrol would be leaving soon, and it would be freezing when the sun vanished. Well, Raggedclaws wasn’t affected by the wind as much as some other cats since he had thick, heavy fur that didn’t part when the wind hit it. Others, however, especially cats with short fur like Ottermask, would lose a fair amount of body heat by walking around outside. Raggedclaws didn’t care, but Horizon didn’t have thick fur like he did, or thick skin, so she would be cold. He decided that he would go later to fetch her some more bedding later.
Instead he lay down in his nest outside of the Warrior’s den. He could never fit into the dens, because his muscles were too big; he ended up pulling them down afterwards. With a sigh that sounded half like a growl and a groan, he slumped down, kicking his nest apart and lying instead on the flat, soft sand. He was bored...
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Post by brackengaze on Feb 25, 2011 11:09:01 GMT -8
Stretching out of the apprentice's den the large orange tom with the darker orange stripes and feathery tail glanced around, spotting the massive ebon cat who was his mentor. Flicking his thick ostrich feather resembling tail he trotted over, sitting before the large cat. "I heard you got into a scuffle with Ottermask," he said looking back to where the chocolate hued she-cat rested within the Medicine Cat den. His mentor was not exactly a social cat, but that hardly stopped Seapaw from talking to him. Luckily for the apprentice he had been given the strongest cat in the clan for a mentor, a cat respected by his clan and feared by the others. Since being given his mentor the apprentice had boasted, he knew he would be made into one of the best warriors in the clan. Raggedclaws did not exactly expect any less, or so the apprentice assumed.
Seapaw was already as large as the older apprentices, a trait he was rather proud of. With his odd coat of dull orange, then darker orange stripes looking like waves, his ears had sharp points on the tip, with four white mittens and a bushy tail that appeared like an ostrich feather. The tom mildly waited for his mentor to rise, and hopefully they could go for hunting or battle practice. While waiting the tom glanced back towards the Medicine Cat den, rolling his eyes at the thought of Ottermask, what cat was foolish enough to irritate Raggedclaws? Glancing back to his large mentor he continued to wait, working on his patience. The tom was not exactly a patient cat. He wanted to be the best, and in order to do so needed to practice constantly. With his size, and fighting beside Raggedclaws no clan would dare try and mess with Aspenclan. Seapaw made one quick glance at the meeting place, glancing at where Icestar usually sat, one day he would be up there, Seastar. The thought made a quick smile come to his mug, before it fell, he needed to focus on the present, keep his goals in mind. |
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Post by Kathryn on Feb 25, 2011 13:10:10 GMT -8
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When Raggedclaws saw one of the Apprentices staring at him from the row of dens, he was tempted to unsheathe his claws and ask why he was being observed, but he decided not to as soon as Seapaw got up and began walking. Well, Raggedclaws didn’t care, apart from the fact the Apprentice was walking towards him. His golden eyes pierced into the smaller tom’s blue ones as he sat down in front of him and the gargantuan tom lifted his head, boredom tainting his movements, and watched the small cat as he spoke. He had a ‘scuffle’ with Ottermask? A scuffle meant a struggle. There was no struggle. Raggedclaws smashed the she-cat into the Apprentice’s den, but she didn’t fight back; she probably couldn’t have anyway.
“I sent her flying through a den. That’s hardly a ‘scuffle’. She was too weak to fight back.” He muttered absently, curling his tail around him. What did Seapaw want? Raggedclaws was trying to have his afternoon nap, and he sure didn’t want to be pestered. A pestered Raggedclaws was an angry one, and when he was angry, there was no doubt some cat was going to be sent hurtling across the camp in a wriggling, screeching ball of fur. “What do you want, Seapaw? It’s obvious you’re after something if you’re not letting me have my afternoon nap...”
If Seapaw didn't talk soon, Raggedclaws's claws were going to come out to play, and that was not what any cat wanted. While it was known that Raggedclaws was the strongest cat in AspenClan, it was also known he was the rudest, most careless and the laziest. Even if there was a battle at the border, chances were that if he didn't feel like doing anything but sleep, he wouldn't. Moreover, even if the fight were in the heart of the camp, he would barely be interested unless there was a cat who stood a chance against him - which, fortunately for other cats, was seldom seen.
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Post by brackengaze on Feb 25, 2011 18:57:27 GMT -8
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Seapaw watched his mentor raise his massive head, staring at the orange apprentice, probably not the best idea to have disturbed his mentor during the daily afternoon nap, but oh well. What's done was done. Flicking his gaze towards the Medicine Cat den he chuckled, "She won't dare do that one again,"he said cooly. Flicking his bushy tail the tom silently wished his mentor had been like others, eager to teach his apprentice, ready to take him out at any moment. yet the cat could not complain, he had the strongest cat in the clan, no one could complain about that.
"I was hoping we could go out for battle training or hunting practice?"he asked, unsure how the cat would react. He could easily say no, put his head back down and that would be that. There was little else he could do until the cat woke up, ready and more willing to teach his apprentice. He knew most of the clan was wondering why Icestar had given the ruthless cat an apprentice. Perhaps to give him something to tie him to the clan, or maybe give him a chance to prove himself to his adoptive clan. Just as Seapaw was using this as his opportunity to prove himself to his adoptive clan. The cat was an orphan, found by some cats when he was just a kit. He was much like Dovekit, alone, but he had not known his parents. He had no idea of the cats that had abandoned him. He cared little.
The tom continued to wait, patience had never been his strong suit. Perhaps in ways Seapaw was turning Raggedclaws into his surrogate father, a cat he could look up to, admire, want to become one day.
Doing
Speaking
Thinking
"Your cat talking"
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Post by Kathryn on Feb 26, 2011 11:23:12 GMT -8
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Raggedclaws was becoming increasingly impatient at his Apprentice’s idle chat and he suddenly shoved himself up to stretch. Arching his back and puffing his chest out, flicking his hind paws back and snorting as he stretched. Pushing his forelegs out and lifting his rump into the air, his tail fur fluffed out; the Jet black plumage draping the earth as it curled up, then relaxed when he returned to standing. Ivory claws dug into the earth as he flicked his claws in and out of his sheathes, craning his neck until it clicked and popped to release the muscle there. The sand beneath his paws pushed up into the gaps in his pads as he relaxed them and sat down in front of Seapaw. He was at least twice his size, if not more.
“No, she won’t, because if she does,” Raggedclaws stretched his jaws in a huge yawn, revealing a set of large, long, sharp ivory fangs. “I’ll tear her head off next time.” He circled a few times before he sat down, but then decided that he’d stand up. Seapaw wanted to go out for training? Raggedclaws held his tongue before he blurted out for the cat to go to his den, shut up and get some sleep. His golden eyes traced the blue ones of Seapaw and he blinked. Seapaw hadn’t done anything to annoy him, and he was the only other Maine Coon in the Clan. With Horizon recovering in the Nursery, Raggedclaws had nothing to do, so... Well, clearly most cats would expect Raggedclaws to send the cat away, and he was tempted to, but...
“Get your gear.” The tom muttered after a long time of thinking. “Make sure Horizon’s feeling alright first. I’ll meet you at the Training spot.”
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Post by brackengaze on Feb 28, 2011 13:46:22 GMT -8
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Seapaw waited as patiently as was possible for the young orange apprentice, for Raggedclaws to make up his mind. If he had said no it would not be the first time the tom as turned away from training, yet as Raggedclaws rose, the large ebon cat stretching and shifting until he comfortably sat before what felt like an eternity. His paws itched to get moving, he had to train constantly to be the best apprentice in the clan if not within all the clans. Bushy ginger tail flicked in annoyance as his mentor seemed to be taking his sweet time, seemingly ignoring the ginger tom before him. At times Seapaw wanted to scream out, if Raggedclaws didn't want an apprentice then to give him to a mentor who would train him. Yet he knew the massive black warrior would gladly do that, and what intelligent cat would give up the strongest warrior in the clan for a mentor? A fool.
"Get your gear," he heard Raggedclaws say. Ears pricked forth in interest, deep blue gaze brightening with the prospect of training. Nodding he flexed his claws, almost missing the next command of checking in on the new Horizon. He was about to object, wondering how that was going to help his training, then thought better of it. He was smarter than that, at least he liked to think he was. Nodding the tom turned trotting to the nursery a bit more brisk than usual. The sooner he checked on her, the sooner he could be training.
Sliding into the nursery he poked his head around, spying the she-cat. "Hello Horizon, Raggedclaws sent me to check on you, how are you doing?"he asked trying to sound polite, and as interested in the she-cat as he was, he wanted to find out more about her past, why she was here all of a sudden like the warriors seemed to know, yet many of the apprentices did not. Yet he wanted to train at the same time. The young tom seemed torn.
Doing
Speaking
Thinking
"Your cat talking"
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Post by Kathryn on Mar 1, 2011 10:50:22 GMT -8
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Not this way... No, not that way either. So where was he? Raggedclaws had gone ahead while Seapaw checked on Horizon, but as a lot of cats knew, he was never good with directions. In fact, Horizon used to lead him around... Well, get him lost even further, anyway. Raggedclaws cared little for their Territory; something which he had told to many cats’ faces, and he only cared about fighting something strong. He paused, looking around with boredom painted over his expression, and flattened his ears before he turned left and headed back out again. He still had no idea where he was going, or even if he was in the right direction, he just kept walking. Eventually he’d run into something that would either try and claw him or tell him where he was. Sighing, the tom kept padding until he reached what looked like a... Well, he didn’t care; he just turned around and walked the other way for the sake of it. Seapaw could wait until he got there for all he cared. At least the ebony tom was bothering to take him out after pestering from his daily nap. Usually he would have clawed a cat for such a... Well, calling it an act against nature would be a bit extreme, and so would a crime. He would have clawed a cat for disturbing him. OoC; put that Horizon said she's fine  I don't like RolePlaying her with Ragged's table. <3
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Post by brackengaze on Mar 20, 2011 15:19:18 GMT -8
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Once the tom had checked on Horizonshine he darted out of the den blazing past his clan mates and through the entrance. Inhaling he scented the direction the tom went, but also knew it was not the direction of the training area. Sighing he darted towards the area pausing as he opened his mouth to scent. There is no sign of his mentor or any other cat. Flicking his tail he sighed lowering his body deciding he might as well practice some stalking moves while he waited for Raggedclaws to appear.
Lowering his body the tom felt his muscles tense his tail straighten ensuring he held it a little off the ground so the bushy fur would not rub against any brush to make noise for prey. Ears pricked upward as his dark blue gaze narrowed, launching himself forward and onto the large root he was aiming for. Nodding rather proudly the tom turned returning to his crouch, this time launching himself up, doing his best to twist his bulk and swipe a sheathed paw at the imaginary hind leg of an enemy cat. The clans would fear him yet, respect him as much as they did his mentor. Nodding proudly he waited for the large ebony cat to show up.
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"Your cat talking"
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