Path Less Traveled - Week 5

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=3d759a] This was different, a land Seapaw had never been. Inhaling he silently wondered if he was with Starclan. Had he died? No. He would have known that, wouldn't he? It didn't smell right either, he had assumed it would smell of fresh pine, prey and other cats. He only had a trace of scent here and there, scents he did not recognize, not from any clan he knew either. Shaking out his pelt the light ginger with darker ginger stripped apprentice wandered through the shadowed woods. The large apprentice wondered if this was another test by his mentor Raggedclaws, perhaps this was a test at night stalking. Yes, that was it. Shaking his pelt out the large apprentice slid out his claws, wandering the forests. Opening his mouth the cat tried to scent out his mentor, any cat, and nothing. Shrugging the cat dropped into a crouch, muscles tensing as he lurched forth, twisting his body as a paw slashed out before landing on four paws. Shaking his bushy pelt out the apprentice was rather proud of that. If only Raggedclaws had seen it, he woud make his mentor proud, make the clan proud. Let all the clans fear him, he thought of this with a happy chuckle. {OOC- Wow that was crap, but there is a start to Seapaw in the Dark Forest} Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=00000] His paws treaded the mud drawn earth, and he looked around in spite of himself. The forest was dark, and dreary would be an understatement. It would be a lie to say that Flamepaw hadn't an inkling where he was, as he might not know where he was exactly, he had heard the tales from the elders about a place like this. Oh, yes, a place quite like this indeed. It was like a regular forest, except it had an eerie and dark feeling to it, like the souls of past terrorizers treaded it's very earth. He wouldn't have been surprised if he met the all know Tigerstar, or maybe, what was his name? Hawkfrost. The Dark Forest, or the Place of No Stars, it's specified name, or maybe preferred --there could be many names for a place like this. His paws itched as he felt as if he were walking on bones, and his nose twitched with a hint of delight at the smell of blood --not fresh blood, but blood that had sunk deep into the roots of the trees and the muddy brown earth. Blood of those who might seem innocent, or had sacrificed their lives for their clan. Or maybe even lives that were in a useless battle, who were reckless fools who didn't know what the heck was going. The embered tom felt strong emotions and hoards of terror; but the reason he couldn't understand, was, why in StarClan's sake was there terror here; and most importantly, why was he here? It might have just been a rhetorical question, for the answer was in his mind not a second later. They had called him here. Why they had called him here and not his brother was beyond the point, his brother was probably already here --but that didn't matter. He held his tail high, and his eyes narrowed at the constantly moving shadows, giving him the impenetrating feeling that he was being watched, no, stalked. Keh! Stalked? He was not the prey here, Dark Forest or not. Moving swiftly along the forest's boundaries, he was quick to find out that this forest had no end, it simply went on and on forever, and it wouldn't be long before he found someone here, the one who had called him here. Suddenly, ears alert, he heard something to his left, and was just quick enough to sprint out of sight when a long-pelted tom jumped and lashed out at an invisible enemy, and per-say, Flamepaw had to admit that he wasn't all bad. Remind me why you're here, Seapaw? He asked, for to say, that was the tom's name --I could guess that this is your first time too? He stared at the long-coated tom, his eyes narrowed into a line, not quite hostile, yet, but with a bit of a warning. As he examined the muscled apprentice, he could only tell a few bits and pieces about him, then again, he wasn't one to judge on first impressions. Flamepaw is killing mousebrains Flamepaw thinks your stupid "Flamepaw wants you to shut up"

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=2d2d37] Silently, slowly a figure was sliding from shadow to shadow aware of the many sounds and different scents of the Dark Forest. The trees looked gloomy and the shadows were long and dreary. It gave the place a kind of uncomfortable feel. White paws trod softly through the shadow, fog, and mist that closed behind them as if the paw steps had never disturbed the fog. The Ground was cold and hard; if you weren’t careful the fringed air could chill one to the bone, even the soul if it was cold enough. The sun never dappled through the trees to warm the ground; just cold hard, heartless moonlight. This was a place of sadness, but that was changing, very quickly, oh how it was changing. The very moonlight seemed to be as warm as the sun. And the creatures of the Dark Forest were more and more… friendly to the beings of the natural world. The supernatural world was the home of Shriekingvoice now; his calico pelt tingled with satisfaction as he thought of every detail of the Dark Forest. It had been that way for almost thirty moons, if he could remember right. The shadows felt as comforting as the warriors den in SoulClan on a cold leaf-bare night. He preferred them, he liked them. He liked them more than anything. Secrets were told in darkness and whispered about in the light. That was the way he saw it. But here the only light that filtered gloomily through the trees was the moon. His green eyes observed the grey of everything! ‘She is as beautiful as the moon and as radiant as the sun.’ Shriekingvoice thought to himself. Crawling out from under a tree root, and perched himself upon it. How I miss my lovely Morningbreeze.’ She was indeed beautiful. He sighed as he thought about her. It seemed his every thought was filled with something that reminded him of her, maybe it was the constant glow of the moon. Or even perhaps the night he realized he really did love her, despite what he had done. And she had no notion that he had been the one to kill her brother, Weaslepaw. No notion at all. Of course Shriekingvoice didn’t know that she had died, he had little connection with living until now. And try as he did, he didn’t find her in the SoulClan camp, and if she had born him kits he would never know. There wasn’t a single cat in SoulClan that looked remotely anything like him or his sweet Morningbreeze. ‘This is foolish. If she is dead, then there is no hope. She would be with StarClan instead of here with me.’ He thought for a moment of how gentle she was, and kind. ‘And look at me. I know what I have done, no cat needs to tell me or remind me.’ He thought, his eyes narrowed, he knew that if he was ever going to see his Morningbreeze again he would have to do more than cross the Great Barrier, which he would have gladly done at any moment now. But even though he tried he could never get across. Shriekingvoice glowered; she could never love him now. If she was dead then she knew he had killed her brother and how could she love someone that had done something like that? Shriekingvoice leapt down to the forest floor. He knew he was doomed to walk around forever in the empty forest. There was nothing to do, no sleep, no rest, no food, only emptiness. His heart cold, Shriekingvoice stalked on through the forest just as he had always done. Memories flooded back to him of his first night in the forest. Dazed, confused, and a sudden feeling of loneliness… Of course over time he knew he was never alone. There were great legends in this forest, names he had long known and come to admire beyond anything. A satisfied smirk crawled onto his face as he walked. There was not a care in the world here, not one. The bitterness, the hate towards StarClan was all there. Normal, never unusual, his home. Just then, leaves rustled to his left and he caught the sound of another. Perhaps it was another ambitious Dark Forest cat catching up on his battle training. Lifting his muzzle to the air he sniffed it out, what he scented surprised him instead of shocked him. They weren’t scents he recognized, like FrostClan and AspenClan, but he couldn’t put a name to them. Moving through the mist and ducking into the shadow he slid forward, silent as ever, and watched a young ginger, with darker ginger stripes, apprentice. His ears pricked forward as he caught a voice, “Remind me why you're here, Seapaw?” Shriekingvoice slipped even closer, neither cat was aware of his presence yet, “I could guess that this is your first time too?” ‘New comers… this should be interesting.’ His eyes brightened and a mischievous grin spread across his features. He could hardly contain his excitement. ‘Seapaw looks to be a fine young apprentice. But who is the other?’ Shriekingvoice didn’t want to disturb the two, he wanted to approach at just the right time… Who has time to wait? Relaxing his shoulders the calico tom walked calmly into the clearing. His gaze wasn’t scrutinizing, it was curious. His muscles twitched and his pelt itched as he observed the fire-colored FrostClan apprentice and the ginger AspenClan apprentice. Putting his best foot forward, so to speak, he spoke, his voice gentle and with a slight accent “And just what are you doing here? Two young apprentices wandering about in the woods late at night is a sign of mischief and bad behavior.” A wicked smile came to his face, “What would your mentors think?” He held back a snicker that was coming on fast. But it was given away by his eyes. He liked mischievous young apprentices, even if he didn’t have the patience to train them. Shriekingvoice took this opportunity to make himself at home. So he sat down and waited for a response. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking" {Post; 1,021 words by Word Document.} {Tags; Flamepaw & Seapaw } {ooc|| .... I hope it doesn't give writers block.}

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=3d759a] Seapaw had been so caught up in himself, his training and practicing he had not smelled Flamepaw approach, or heard the other apprentice until his words hit his pointed orange ears. He paused, mid strike, a strike he hoped Raggedclaws would have been proud of. Raggedclaws, the apprentice silently glanced around for his mentor. This place, this Dark Forest seemed like a place the dark tabby could be, it screamed him. A place he might find the solace, that Aspenclan rarely offered him. Flicking his ear he returned to reality, and so his attention returned to Flamepaw. He had met the apprentice before, spoken to him at gatherings, but nothing more. They were not friends by any means. Nodding a small greeting the tom rolled his eyes annoyingly. He had always found Flamepaw rather stuck up, or perhaps that was just his assumptions. While he waited to speak his thoughts once again drifted to the place they were at. This Place of No Stars, thinking of it, the power it held in the cats that were captive here he felt a shiver run down his spine. All kits were told of this place as tales from elders and the queens to keep them from getting into trouble, yet he had never imagined being here. The stories of cats training here to become stronger, powerful warriors for their clans. The types of cats that were sent here upon their deaths when rejected by Starclan. The things a cat had to do to be rejected by their warrior ancestors was almost too much for Seapaw to think of, he would never do that. He was a loyal Aspenclan apprentice, through and through. It was after all the best clan in the territories, he thought silently before looking back up. Eyeing his surroundings and Flampaw. "I could ask you the same question Flamepaw," he said in an almost smug tone not appreciating the other apprentices tone towards him. Or perhaps that was how Flamepaw always sounded, even towards his own clanmates. "And yes, this is my first time here. I don't recognize any scents, except faint whiffs of cats here and there yet no sight of any," Seapaw muttered wondering if the other ginger cat had seen anyone. Flicking his gaze over the other he noted the opposite cats body, he was more slim than Seapaw, with a darker ginger coat, and thinner. Not like Seapaw's own bulky body, thick ginger stripped coat and bushy tail. They were two different cats, and Seapaw silently wondered which of them would win in a fight. He felt they were easily matched, with different fighting skills in accordance to their clan's specialties. While he waited for the other apprentice to speak, Seapaw heard the footstep of another cat, and his scent, a clan scent, but nothing he could pin point the name to. Flicking his bushy tail he listened, noticing the powerful tom, he was formidable, mostlikely too much for the apprentice, although not too much to learn from. His deep blue eyes watched the other curiously, his words forcing a smirk upon Seapaw's muzzle at the thought of what Raggedclaws would say. "Raggedclaws would say nothing, probably find some flaw in the pounce I was practicing," he muttered still watching the older tom, yet his blue gaze flicked towards Flamepaw, awaiting to see the others reaction. He had not expected to see another, particularly an adult cat he did not know. Flicking his bushy tail the tom sat, his gaze warily flicking between the two. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"

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[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=00000] Windpaw is brutally murdering. "Windpaw is challenging his enemy prey." Windpaw is dreaming of killing you. "Other cats are saying their last words to Windpaw." Windpaw awoke from his sleep in a realm of black. He smiled evilly, another dream where he lived in a realm of black and was the ruler? Lovely. But this place seemed...different. Deeper. It had more meaning and substance. If Windpaw were a bit younger, his response to this would have been something along the lines of "Cool." But Windpaw was old enough to know when to stay silent and when to speak his mind. This was the time where the latter would not be very effective. Windpaw decided that he should close his eyes and wait, and then, when his eyes opened, they would have adjusted to the dark. One...two...three...four...five... Windpaw counted, eyes shut tight but ears open. Once Windpaw got to thirty, his eyes opened, and saw first the sky. No stars...Windpaw grinned. The Place of No Stars...this was the place the elders kept blathering on about! Finally, he might get to meet some famous dark ones. What were their names? Tigerstar, of course. He was Windpaw's type. He knew there was another...Flamepaw was connected to him somehow. Windpaw shook his shoulders as if there were frost on them after he suddenly got a chill down his spine. Aha! That was it. Hawkfrost. Windpaw had a feeling that the stories of the two tyrant cats were linked somehow to Flamepaw and him. Though, Windpaw thought, it was really only a pathetic dream that he was somehow related to Tigerstar. Keh, I don't have dreams. Windpaw argued with himself. Reality is much darker than anything I could come up with... Windpaw chuckled darkly. Windpaw finally awakened from his argument within himself (which he was pretty sure he won) and padded forward. He trained his ears on any sound, from a leaf's crackle to the rustle of his own paw-prints. He finally heard something. A faded sound of a cat's meow coming from the west. Windpaw's smile faded as he realized that maybe they were looking for him, then returned as he realized that he didn't care. "Let them come, Windpaw snapped under his breath, "I need to see what they can do." Windpaw padded toward the sound, trying to be as silent as a mouse. He could not disguise, however, the gentle swish of his paws as they glided stealthily across the dark earth. The voices, or what was left of them, became clearer, and Windpaw thought he recognized something about them. Windpaw shoved it out of his mind, as he did with most things he couldn't immediately figure out, and kept walking. There was virtually no light to help guide him, which Windpaw ignored, since the dark place felt more comfortable than the bright dwelling he walked through in life. He finally saw a clearing, though with all this darkness floating about, it could have just been a shrub. Windpaw, hoping that if it wasn't a clearing, it wouldn't be too thorny a shrubbery, and found himself in the presence of an apprentice, his brother, and a warrior that he couldn't recognize that seemed to have dark energy emanating from him. "Well, glad I didn't miss the party. Or, if I did, glad I could crash it." Windpaw snarled, grinning evilly. "Flamepaw. Glad to see my own bloodlines in here. And you are...Seapaw, correct? Wonderful." Windpaw looked up to the dark warrior, grinning almost to the point of baring his teeth. The dark energy springing from this cat were making Windpaw giddy. If he wasn't holding himself back, he might actually laugh. Ugh. Laughter made his skin crawl. Unless it was a laugh of triumph. That was a good laugh. Windpaw turned to the darkness-imbued-warrior. "Ah. And you, my dark friend-I can call you that, can't I? Your name is..." Windpaw's grin faded a tad; Flamepaw wouldn't like his niceness and gleeful attitude. His brother was smart enough not to think it was an act, knowing that Windpaw was a terrible actor, and would definitely not like it. Oh well. Flamepaw was Flamepaw, and Windpaw was, well, he wasn't quite sure at the present moment, but he was fairly sure that he was himself. Everyone was everyone, nobody was nobody, etcetera, etcetera, blah blah blah. But, if everybody was everybody, that who was this dark cat that was editing Windpaw's mood so much? notes;; THANK YOU SO MUCH, HADES! word count;; 725 muse;; 8/10 You are never going back

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=00000] His paws felt weightless, as a new scent flooded to him. He heard the pawsteps, echoing through his ears, magnified to their maximum. This cat, by sure was dead --he had the hollow look in his eye that told Flamepaw that it was just not long ago that death had captured the tom in his clutches. He waved his tail back and forth, not for a nervous gesture, but one that followed with impatience, though the tom before him seemed even more impatient, and he turned his attention away from the arriving tabby and to the one before him. Seapaw had rolled his eyes, the pupils seeming to have touched the sky and then rolled back down to earth again. Obviously, this cat was not suited to Flamepaw's favor, nor he him. In fact, this cat looked like he wasn't suited for this dark and dreary place altogether --his frame and nervous way about him made Flamepaw believe that so far, the tom really hadn't had a dangerous thought in his mind yet, and only desperation of the Dark Foresters called Seapaw here. Then again, he could be wrong. I could ask you the same question Flamepaw, the apprentice smugly replied, as if his very existence was the world's joy. Keh. The tom liked attention and was prone to showing his feelings --he guessed most toms were like that. And yes, this is my first time here. Flamepaw nodded, acknowledging the fact, he had presumed as much. I don't recognize any scents, except faint whiffs of cats here and there yet no sight of any, That was where the apprentice was wrong. The shadows --they moved constantly, as if souls rode them like petals in the wind; yet that was a light comparison to those of the Dark Forest, but, eh, he was running out of metaphors. His ears pricked up as he finally could hear the intruders- or no, they were the intruders here, let's say, the Gatherer's pawsteps, loud and clear for the two toms to hear equally. The cat's entrance was of one appearing out of a shadow. Slow, stealthy, yet smoothly organized. The flame-coloured tom scrutinized the new warriors gaze, with a hint of hostility; but only found probing curiosity then the receiving anger. The words out of the cat's mouth were soft, and a tangy accent ran true among his words, And just what are you doing here? Two young apprentices wandering about in the woods late at night is a sign of mischief and bad behavior. A wicked smile came to his face, What would your mentors think? Ah, his mentor. He knew what his mentor would say, but choosing to hold his tongue as Seapaw spoke, Raggedclaws would say nothing, probably find some flaw in the pounce I was practicing, the tom looked surprised as if he had not expected a visit of another cat. To Flamepaw, only his precautions had come true. They would not call him here to leave him alone --they would want to train him, would they not? Well, glad I didn't miss the party. Or, if I did, glad I could crash it. Flamepaw's tail twitched slightly to the left as he recognized the oh-too familiar sound of his brother's voice. The wind stricken tom moved forward, a hint of hostility to his mew, but just altogether inviting and friendly to say at the least. Mousebrain, he thought to himself. Flamepaw. Glad to see my own bloodlines in here. he waved his tail to show he had heard. And you are...Seapaw, correct? No, he was the great AspenClan leader --come 'on, Windpaw, cut the crap. Wonderful. indeed. His brother seemed out of it at the moment, but then he narrowed his eyes, as Windpaw was always like this; but to be truthful, Windpaw's voice did seem rather...high, and giddy. His eyes darkened as he wondered what or whether he had killed some pathetic cat recently. Ah. And you, my dark friend-I can call you that, can't I? Your name is... That sent a chill down the ginger tom's spine. And he contemptuously spoke one word as an attempt to calm and quiet his energetic brother, Windpaw. He eyed the apprentice, and slowly sat, curling his tail around his paws. Windpaw he meowed again so you have come, Of course, if his demurred brother was left out of something as called 'the Dark Forest' he was a shrew. Flamepaw is killing mousebrains Flamepaw thinks your stupid "Flamepaw wants you to shut up"

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=2d2d37] "Raggedclaws would say nothing, probably find some flaw in the pounce I was practicing." The calico tom’s gaze flitted between the two apprentices. The wicked smile faded to a light one, this wasn’t a characteristic usually seen on his face, but he couldn’t help himself. The weight in the air was nothing for him, but for the young ginger apprentice it seemed too much. He was quiet and the remark he made about his mentor… what was his name, Raggedclaws? Was one that made his insides churn, how could a mentor find a flaw in this ginger apprentice? He was almost the perfect specimen, one that he himself would take pleasure in find a weakness in. The other was hard and silent. His flame colored pelt wasn’t as soft as the other ginger, it was short and Shriekingvoice could see the muscles he had, even in the shadows. This… Flamepaw would be the perfect cat to train. He seemed to have it down, the look, the attitude. Oh what I could teach both of these cats. He thought his ears and muscles twitching to get them interested in what he could show them. But Shriekingvoice knew he had to be careful of what he said to them, he didn’t need them boasting about a mentor nobody else could see, That would be disastrous. There was another presence not far off; Shriekingvoice could feel it in the air. Sure enough a giddy voice broke silence, which hadn’t lasted long anyways, "Well, glad I didn't miss the party. Or, if I did, glad I could crash it.” Shriekingvoice’s head swung around to get a look at the new comer, he was dark grey and his eyes were blue and he had the most … interesting smile upon his mouth from which projected the words, “Flamepaw. Glad to see my own bloodlines in here. And you are...Seapaw, correct? Wonderful." Most interesting, one would think this apprentice had taken something to help him sleep and he was trying to walk it off in the forest, and just the thought of seeing other cats had either come as slight surprise, or, he had inhaled a dose of some strange plant before walking into the clearing. This made Shriekingvoice chuckle darkly before he stopped abruptly and listened to what the gray apprentice had to say next, "Ah. And you, my dark friend-I can call you that, can't I? Your name is..." Shriekingvoice was thoroughly pleased with himself now. He had never encountered – well almost never encountered – an apprentice like this. Weaslepaw was no acceptation. Honestly, young cats these days were either too mature or so immature or just utterly stupid to be so… what would they call it? Cheerfully evil? “Windpaw… Windpaw, so you have come.” Windpaw, is it? Shriekingvoice thought, looking over the gray apprentice with a calm, curious gaze. Bloodline, they are no doubt brothers. But they must be total opposites on a level all their own. “You, young Windpaw, have not missed as much as I do wish you had. The way you tip-toed in would have been a marvelous spectacle for anyone to see. The giddiness in your voice would have made some of the other warriors here just roll over with laughter at how chipper you sounded just now.” Shriekingvoice said calmly with a hint of sarcasm. “You might want to work on getting your emotions under control like your brother Flamepaw.” Shriekingvoice nodded to Flamepaw with approval at how calm he seemed, “And as for you, Seapaw,” He turned to the ginger apprentice, “I am sure we could work on your pounce together to improve it and make you better than you could have imagined!” With this statement he added a touch of vision, to make his words come alive to the apprentice. Shriekingvoice could tell he was uncomfortable here, and he, Shriekingvoice, was willing to manipulate to get what he wanted to know out of someone… but with no idea of what he was looking for, Shriekingvoice could only hope for the best. The squirrel was in their path now, what are they going to do with it? Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking" {Post| 689 words } {Tags| Flamepaw, Seapaw, & Windpaw} {ooc| ... Sorry if I insulted someone... it wasn't meant to be insulting.}

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=3d759a] What was this, a party? Seapaw was not here to have an apprentice gathering, snorting in annoyance he rolled his eyes as Windpaw seemed to magically appear before them. Even Flamepaw did not seem overly thrilled to see his brother. What had that cat smoked? Must be some high grade hallucinogenic to make him this chipper. Unless he was always like that, in which case Seapaw would probably have killed him himself if Windpaw were his brother to keep himself sane long ago. Although Flamepaw seemed little from sane, although perhaps that was just Seapaw making assumptions. He did not know either apprentice well, and currently cared little about getting to know them. Rolling his eyes at the brothers the ginger apprentice glanced around, wondering what other cats lurked about, there must be loads. They had been told stories of the Dark Forest as kits to keep them from getting into trouble. Stories of terrible cats who had betrayed their clans, Starclan and the warrior code, so why was he here? The young apprentice had never had a malicious thought towards harming his clan mates or breaking the warrior code. What cat had called him? Seapaw only wanted to become the best warrior Aspenclan had ever had, he wanted to prove to the others that although his parentage was unknown, he was as loyal his clan and the Warrior Code. He would be a cat all others would respect no matter their clan. The idea brought a beam of light to the cats eye, just something a goal, something for him to strive for. What about the other two apprentices? What were their goals? He had trouble picturing either, especially Windpaw, as a cat with any social standing or rank within their own clan. Although perhaps he was wrong, maybe each cat had dreams of grandeur, sitting in their meeting places before their clans looking proudly. Flicking his tail he supressed a smirk at the thought of Windpaw addressing all the clans at a gathering. He could not see any cat taking him seriously, especially while he continued to inhale questionable substances. Continuing to watch the two brothers he wondered what cats had invited Flamepaw, although he could see why, the ginger apprentice was a strong cat, powerful muscles and well trained, but Windpaw, that was another story. It seemed as though he had fallen asleep had decided to go joy walking into the Dark Forest, like it was an adventure through Wonderland. Although perhaps he did think he was in Wonderland, a fantasy land of cats speaking of training, his brother there and another cat from a different clan. Returning to reality he looked back towards Shriekingvoice, ears pricked as the cat mentioned training. Training? Him? With a Dark Forest cat? No, that was wrong, that went against everything he had been taught, everything any cat had told him. But what harm was in it? All he wanted was to become a better warrior, the best warrior. And who knows, maybe this cat could teach him things. He could always stop coming if he felt things were getting out of hand. Seapaw felt he could see the image Shriekingvoice was giving him, the powerful ginger cat beside him, his eyes looking out over his clan, as Seastar. A cat his clan mates would be proud to call leader, and he would make them the strongest clan possible. The muscles rippling beneath his pelt as the apprentice, already larger than the other apprentices, and towering over the other cats. And this cat, this Shriekingvoice could make him that warrior? Rising he took a step towards the other cat, eyes wary of the two apprentices, thankful he was larger than them, although they might be quicker, he would have strength and since realizing cats here faster than he, Seapaw had worked to increase his own speed, working on sprints and racing across the territory to try and improve himself. "Alright, if you are willing to help train me, then I accept,"he said holding the others gaze unwavering. The apprentice kept an ear towards the siblings, not trusting either. While he doubted Flamepaw would do anything, thinking the cat was one for a fair fight, he trusted Windpaw as far as he could throw him. Although would he put anything past either of them? No. The ginger cat, with the thick coat, and blue eyes trusted nothing here. This was the Dark Forest, not Candyland. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,600,true][bg=00000] A dark tabby padded through the territory of The Place Of No Stars. His dark black stripes stood out from his gray pelt. His green/blue eyes shined in the dark forest. He licked his lips when coming upon the other cats. He saw they were mainly apprentices and Shiekingvoice. He let out a chuckle. This tabby tom was Blacksoul. He had been murdered by his own kin and seeked revenge. Maybe these apprentice could help. He smirked. "Greeting Sheikingvoice, apprentices," Blacksoul growled in a greeting. This was the nicest he'd ever get."What brings these apprentices to this land?" The big tabby top stood beside the three apprentice. He wrapped his tail around his paws. "Oh how rude of myself, I never told you who I am," The dark tom growled at the apprentices,"I am Blacksoul, use to belong to Aspenclan. Whom are you three?" Blacksoul looked at them and gave a small smile. He knew one of them. Seapaw was just a young kit when the tom died. He let out yet another growl. Oh how he wants to get revenge on Aspenclan. Blacksoul Doing "Blacksoul Speaking" Blacksoul Thinking "Other person's cat talking"