Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Jaggedpine · ThunderClan Deputy

RE: Separate Ways .:A Warriors RP:. ~Apprentices Tigerclan~

Briarlyric · WindClan Warrior

Petaldancer shook her pelt, intricate patterns of auburn shone through, ivory breaking up the solid color almost artistically. Now wounds corroded at the masterpiece, like a smudge ruining a beautiful painting. The crimson drops, looked like tears on her heart-shaped face, due to a wound on her head. Licking a paw, she mopped of the blood, so that it did not have time to stain her pelt. But, this really did not matter to her. No. She was only thinking about the world. Her world. These cat's in TigerClan, they only focussed on battle. Battle techniques, battle stratagies, all day long. Didn't anyone get tired of the same old routine? They all seemed to think that life was all work and no play. But she'd seen what life was like. When would they see the truth? They always did. You couldn't escape it. Those trials always came, and only the strong would survive. But this was no time to dabble on petty thoughts. She stood back, to survey this new place she would call "home." She certainly wouldn't have minded being at LionClan, right now. The familar faces and her family made her feel homesick. After dabbling on her thoughts, Petaldancer head swung as a sound reached her, it was an cantankerous old male cat. She rolled her colbat eyes as her paws padded against the ground, heading in the direction of her clanmates and the medicene cat den.

-- Edited by Briarpaw on Saturday 27th of August 2011 07:32:00 PM

Woodfall · ThunderClan Warrior

Ooc: I'm sorry but I was on vacation and I didn't read all the post so I don't know where I am. Am I out with owlclaw? I love how Nightfang looks and it wasn't a prophocey, it was just a poem.

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

OOC: I hate that I have nowhere to but in. TUTEY! GET HERE NOW!

Woodfall · ThunderClan Warrior

I hate it when that happens. And why do we make an Ooc: when theres no Ic:

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

ooc;
@woodfall : we use ooc even if there's no ic to differentiate from a contributing rp post and a conversational post or explanation that has nothing to do with your roleplay character. i think it's actually explained that we have to use it in the roleplay rules.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

OOC: Just to let you guys know, there is no one in the medicine cat den that can help you right now ^^" Jumpingfox and Darkwhisker are out looking for some herbs since Jumpingfox is a bit of spaz. So maybe we can time skip a couple of days to get our characters established in Tigerclan. How does that sound?

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

OOC: I think that sounds wonderful Ebs! :D Great idea! I feel things would start going a lot smoother.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

OOC: M'kay so here we go, I'm going to say, perhaps a week has passed. A good amount of time for us to make stuff up ;D

IC:

Nightfang shifted in her moss bed within the apprentice den. She hated how the Tigerclan cats made them sleep here, it was degrading. However, that might just be what they had in mind. She rolled over and to kick a young Tigerclan apprentice named Tigerpaw. The young cat awoke with a start and hissed. His amber eyes flashed in his attacker's direction, however Nightfang was still asleep. Getting his payback he bite her toes, causing her to jump up with a yowl. Others in the den shifted and awoke at her call.
"That'll teach you to roll around in your sleep," the young cat spat.
Nightfang looked incredulously at the tom. A sneer appeared on her face as she lashed out with her front paw, cuffing him harshly behind the ear. Tigerpaw flinched away, astonished she would lay a paw on him on purpose. "That'll teach you to stop being such a spoiled kit," she seethed. With that she turned and left the den, her body aching from the week's battle training. She hated it here in Tigerclan. No cat was warm or friendly, it was always training and blood thirst. The only cats that were even remotely nice were Thunderstep and his small gang of friends.
On the edge of her vision she saw movement from the warrior's den. The large white tom she hated so much stepped out with an air of arrogance only he could pull off. Her mentor Whitewhisker was probably the proudest mentor in the whole group. He had consistently beaten the ever living stuffing out of Nightfang since they had arrived. He was much to big for her to handle in a fight, and he never offered words of encouragement or advice. The long furred tom seemed to just exude his happiness about how could beat his apprentice when he wished while the others had a hard time even coming to a draw with theirs.
Nightfang hated this tom with a passion and he knew it. In fact, he seemed to like it in some sick fashion. He did every thing he could just to annoy her and grab her attention away, just so she could hate him more. Unwittingly she continued to supply his need for angered attention by acting exactly like he wanted her too.
Even at this particular moment he sent her a grin that made Nightfang feel greasy and unwashed. She shivered at his blue eyes and hissed her curses at him. Turning her back she began to wash her dark tabby pelt, hoping to get rid of the horrible feeling Whitewhisker gave her.

OOC: Just realizing this now... Whitewhisker is kind of a creeper O.o

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Bearfur, already having been awake since he barely fit within the small apprentice den, watched as the apprentices awoke because of Nightfang. Most of the cats in the den were frightened of him, either way, because Bearfur had continually beaten Shadestreak the past few days. Padding over to Nightfang, he nudged her. "Good morning." Upon seeing the look she gave Whitewhisker, he rolled his eyes. "Nightfang, he's trying to get a rise out of you. Please hold your temper." A smile that didn't touch his eyes was directed to his now awakening mentor, who barely tossed him a glance. Bearfur knew that the only reason that Darkstar had yet to comment on his attitude was because he had so continually beaten Shadestreak at his own game. "Oh, and it's not nice to pick on kits, either," he chided, eyes mischievous.

Kestreleye awoke and padded out of the warrior den. "Whitewhisker -- you're here to mentor the she-cat, not mentally scar her," scolded Kestreleye. Despite being younger than the tom, Kestreleye was known to be quite strong, though not the most respected of all cats. Ignoring whatever rude response Whitewhisker flew his way, the reddish-brown tom continued through camp, picking up a mouse and effectively eating it as he exited camp without a word to anyone except... "Beeflight, if you're going to follow me, don't hide like a foolish kit."

-- Edited by Florestapaw on Sunday 28th of August 2011 09:21:05 PM