Sneaks within the Clan

[Holly]

Hollypaw- The Wonder

For the first time Hollypaw looked confused. She let her ears lay flat on her head. Was her mentor really telling her who her friends can and cannot be? Why would Lightingfoot say that. SHe didn't know who to listen to. She backed away from both cats. She looked up to both of them. Yet, it felt like they were pulling her into a battle between them.

She let out a small growl of annoyance. She gave her calico head shake to clear her thoughts, but nothing worked. She slowly walked backwards. Then, all the sudden, turned and bolted for the undergrowth. She ran away from the two cats she trusted most. She was confused. 'Why is Lightingfoot calling Silverclaw a traitor and why did Silverclaw go into Soulclan territory.

She just needed to clear her head. She may be small, but her legs were long and she was a very fast runner indeed. She just ran dodging object. She didn't even look back once. To make sure no one found her she stopped for a second and rolled in toad stool and she was off again. She finally stopped when she was up in a tree, covered by the green leaves. She let out a small sigh. She needed to think.

(Well if Weedpaw wants to join now would be a good time.)

[Juniper]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=07071d] The silvery she-cat shot a cool look at the dark Warrior. She sighed and gave the slightest of shakes to her head. Her whiskers twitched with a bit of annoyance. It was true that Lightningfoot probably had knowledge of her night time outings to train Thunderstripe, but she did not know the full story. Her piercing amber gaze bit into Lightningfoot’s gleaming yellow orbs. And yet the ashen furred she-cat seemed strangely calm and at peace. For a heartbeat, confusion rang strong in Silverclaw’s expression. Then she seemed to clear her face void of all emotions. But she did shoot a sympathetic glance to the almost trembling apprentice. Hollypaw didn’t need to see this conflict. The shadowy pelted Warrior continued on, meowing on about Creektwist and who she trusted. In respect, Silverclaw listened readily, though she doubted the other cat was that loyal to Creektwist. Or what about her loyalty to her leader? “And I wonder about Icestar…” she murmured, more to herself than to the other AspenClan cats. She flicked her right ear and gave a few licks to her paws. But the black furred Warrior merely turned to her apprentice, her eyes wide and sort of reproachful. It was so unfair. Dark eyes laced with concern, she cut in with, “Hollypaw-” But her words too were interrupted as the ginger apprentice cast desperate looks over at the two and pelted off. Hollypaw’s mentor seemed to sag with fatigue and stress. For another heartbeat, Silverclaw shared her compassion before turning away brusquely. She did not want anything to do with her new rival. She had only remained for the sake of her young friend. Silently, she padded off in search of the calico-amber cat. Quickly, she drew her thin tongue, rasping it lightly over her nose to heighten her sense of smell. She inhaled the fresh, hearty forest air, collecting both prey scent and nature scent alike. And… she detected some traces of her apprentice friend’s scent as well. Pale, misty legs pumped hard to propel her body forward. She lowered her head to allow for a more streamlined form, hoping this would be more efficient for her run. However, she was so concentrated on peering forward through the curtains of darkness that were embodied in the woods, she didn’t notice the large mushrooms until she had tripped over them and was eyeballing the stuff from half a whisker-length away. In essence, her entire silvery form was crouched over the toadstools as if she were performing a cartwheel. Silverclaw immediately dislodged herself, allowing a short, humiliated glare at the pale tanned stalks topped with bright scarlet splashes. A furious paw kicked at them before she leapt nimbly over the row of toadstools. She spun in circles, trying vainly to locate who she was pursuing. But Hollypaw’s scent was nowhere to be found. In desperation, she approached the mushrooms again, her eyes wild as she smelled her friend’s scent mingling with that of the plants. But after that, the trail was lost. [500 words] ***** Deep, heavy panting roused the limp, golden form. The ginger apprentice gave a sleepy yawn as he pushed himself to his paws. Large eyes blinked slowly as his brain snapped to attention. Where was he? Why was he there? Where was his nice, warm den? Then everything came into focus. Sharp leaves hung low, falling like water onto his ruffled back. Pointy twigs jabbed his ribs. Massive swarms of insects marched closer to him. Gingerly, the pale apprentice swept a bleary gaze around him. His head dipped to part the curtain of leaves as he exited his hideout. It was an impromptu den, affixed so he would get some rest before continuing his journey home. He had been visiting Jaypaw of SoulClan as always, but had somehow wandered into AspenClan territory on his way back. A slight twinge of guilt plagued him. What would his mentor do if she discovered his midnight outings with Jaypaw? Worse, what would his leader do? But wait, he suddenly recalled the glory that surrounded his mentor’s promotion to leader status. Weedpaw’s ego had swelled of late as he boasted constantly about how his mentor was the one and only Darkstar, legendary deaf leader of FrostClan. But it would be tremendously deflated if word of this got out. With this in mind, he hastened off in the direction he believed was the boundary of AspenClan and FrostClan territory. A sigh stirred the silent scene. Curiously, Weedpaw crept closer to the source of the noise. He waggled his haunches and leapt neatly onto a fallen tree trunk, his paws flailing as he grappled with the slippery moss strewn over the thick trunk. He heaved his body up and crouched at the top. His amber eyes roved the foresty landscape before him, training on a tawny she-cat with streaks of dark umber lining her fur. All thoughts of his love for Jaypaw vanished as he inspected this latest attractive female. “Hello there miss! Care to share your name?” he grinned, diving off of the tree and landing swiftly in front of the apprentice. She smelled strongly of AspenClan, something which didn’t please him much but he hardly cared. Weedpaw’s smile creased into a frown as he noticed her desolate expression. He dropped down and peered straight into her lemon-yellow eyes, which were quite intimidating since they were only a mouse-length’s apart at the moment. He hesitated before speaking. “Is there… something wrong?” he asked in a concerned way. To give her breathing space, he retreated a few steps, sitting straight up and tucking his tail around his paws. He waited, his breathing shallow, for her to reply. He somewhat doubted she wanted to acknowledge his presence though. [450 words] “Silverclaw speaks” Silverclaw thinks Silverclaw does Word Count; 500 + 450 = 950 Tags; Hollypaw and Lightningfoot OoC; Enter Weedpaw!

[Holly]

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[atrb=width,300,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=830c06] Hollypaw raised her head and glared at the new cat. She let out an angry snarl and he smelled like Frostclan. She raised onto her paws and puffed her pelt out. She still looked tiny. "What are you doing in Aspenclan territory," Hollypaw growled as she looked at the tom. Her eyes were narrowed, but then she softened her glaze. He hadn't come to hurt her or any of her clanmates. She let out a small sigh. "My name is Hollypaw. Whats your name, also, sir?" She sat down and let her fluffy multi colored tail hang from the branch. She looked the ginger apprentice up and down. she gave a shake of her head. "No, I'm not okay. . . My best friend, Silverclaw, and my mentor, Lightingfoot, are fighting and dragging me in between. My mentor won't let me near Silverclaw, because she doesn't trust her. I can under stand why Lightingfoot mad at me for going into Soulclan territory, bt not why she thinks. . ." She cut herself off and looked at the ginger tom. "I really don't understand why I'm telling you all of this. I don't know you and your from a different clan." Speaking Thinking