A DARING FEAT. [Blair 'n' Clover]

[Windpelt]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 290px; background-color: #d2ccbd; padding:20px;] SPARROWPAW not a trace of doubt in my mind ! She shouldn't be here. Not really. She was a mere apprentice, after all, and in no position to be using the hill for it's real purpose. Yet she was simply up here for reasons of enjoyment; no harm would come from her being here. And if it did, well, she wasn't to blame, for she was only an apprentice! Her tail flicked with glee and she stood there, surveying the land beneath her. She felt blessed to have been a part of RussetClan, and to have spent her eleven moons there. It was indeed a sight to behold, so much of the territory, spread out before her. Though there was not so much to see; just many, many bushes and trees, she felt as if it were more beautiful than any wide, open expanse of grass, or hills. She sat down, now, curling her tail swiftly around her paws in a way she preferred it to be in. She had always been a rather energetic cat, but for some reason, she did not feel so inclined this morning. Her eyes continued to gaze upon the thick shrubbery, noting the different colors and textures of each one. Eventually, however, when the sun had risen only a little further, she felt the need to do something with herself; to experience some of her territory un - inhibited, while she still remembered which parts she so desperately wanted to visit. She pulled herself up, giving her back first an arch, and then stretching herself forward thoroughly. Her jaws parted in a small yawn, before she took one last sweeping glance. It did not seem as if any cat had yet spotted her. Part of her was glad for this, yet the other a little disappointed. She would have liked a challenge, especially if no punishment were to come of it, but no doubt there would have been. She moved down lightly, feeling a tremble run through the front half of her body as she did so, for she had jumped the last part of the way. It had not been quite as softer landing as she had expected, being on soil with a light covering of leaf litter. With a quick shake of her head and irritated snap of her jaws, she was off across the camp, her eyes alert and head held high. She had nothing to fear, so long as she looked like she had a purpose. Her path was temporarily side - tracked by the pile of fresh - kill, her mouth watering as she gave it a half - hopeful glance. She knew better though; she had not yet given anything, and no matter how late in the day it was, she always felt bad about taking any beforehand. So, she stepped by, planning to do a spot of hunting close to the camp, before returning to see if her mentor needed anything from her. Words: four eight six. | Tagged: Blair, Clover. | Notes: hope it's ok. ;D

[Clove]

Her teeth ripped through the soft flesh of prey. It was early. She was waiting for her apprentice to make an appearance. She narrowed her eyes toward any cat that gave her a funny look. They usually turned their gazes elsewhere. She flexed her claws and let her mind carry her away into her memories, hoping her detached behavior would discourage any cat from trying to talk to her when she had woken up just recently.

An outcast in the Clan, her apprentice days would've been dismal if not for her determination to outmatch them. She wanted to become a cat to be reckoned with. She seemed to have accomplished most of her goals. One still bothered her, but she wouldn't be able to see if she was to have any success until she passed away, and she planned to be around for a while yet. She was considerably far from being old enough to retire from warrior duties. She was somewhat worried. Was she good enough? Or would they be like Russetclan; always seeing the cat that brought her into this unforgiving world?

The past flooded her senses and the noises and smells of the camp fell away for a few heartbeats.


The ceremony had ended. Warriors and apprentices scurried away. Only a few of them had bothered to chant her name. She didn't care. Why should she give a mouse's tail? She hissed at the remaining cats as she passed. Another apprentice's body shook violently and he whined something about 'mercy'. The two warriors stared at her with wide eyes. She let out a sound of amusement.

"You're quite popular," came a slightly amused voice from behind her, "Many of them think if they are unwelcoming, you'll run away."

She turned to look at him. She didn't remember his name. She knew he was an important cat, but she didn't really care at the moment. She rolled her eyes. Her? Run away? She would let them train her and kill them all in their sleep, if it came down to it. She suddenly recalled he was the cat that made her a member of the clan. She wasn't sure if she was thankful or if she despised him for the action. Probably both.

The defiant young she-cat stretched her legs out, attempting to look the tom cat in the eye. "I will show these cats I can be a loyal Warrior. I will grin when they tremble as I walk through camp. I will go to Starclan. I will not back down," she meowed in a challenging voice, her eyes fire, her pelt bristling. He nodded.

"Very well, Vinepaw, I'll hold you to your word, you can count on that."

She simply snorted as he walked away to engage in conversation with some other cats by the Fresh-Kill pile. She couldn't imagine why he wanted to talk to them. She stalked off when her mentor called.



Vinetangle weaved through the cats in the camp, grumbling at them to get out of her way. She glanced about them; hoping to spot her apprentice. She wasn't sure how she felt about being a mentor. She huffed in annoyance when she realized her bouncy apprentice was nowhere in sight. 'Where could that inexperienced weakling be?' she thought angrily. After a moment she crouched down, unsure of what do now.

She was about to take a nap in the Warrior's Den when she spotted Sparrowpaw passing the Fresh-Kill piling and giving it a hungry glance. As the young cat drew near, Vinetangle stood up abruptly and padded over, her body language showing impatience and anger. She stopped with their faces close. She bared her teeth slightly.

"Well, naive little cat, do you want to learn how to be a Warrior or what? I told you at the ceremony to not keep me waiting," She growled. She sheathed her claws when she noticed they were out. She flicked her tail. 'I should just tell this she-cat to go tend to the elders. But then they'll be nice to her and tell her stories. She's going to work hard today, I'll make sure of it, Vinetangle mused. She felt a menacing grin pull at her muzzle, then forced her expression into a blank one. She didn't want to scare the young warrior-in-training. Not yet anyway.

Vinetangle rarely got along with other she-cats. She would've done fine with a tom apprentice, even if she had to wait for one to be born. She didn't understand why she was like that, it was just the way she was. She couldn't help but glare at the young cat. The leader was simply mouse-brained. No, he must not pay attention anymore. She wondered if he wanted to amuse himself by challenging her. Whatever the case, she didn't like that situation.

In her experience, she has learned to tolerate certain cats if they showed her they were worthy of being Warriors. Otherwise...

A tortoiseshell she-cat of few moons leaped over an identical cat's body into the group of fierce-looking cats before her. Her fur bristled, and she shot forward to her first victim. Her heart raced like it never had before. The short battle happened in a blur. Blood splattered in the grass. She yowled in pain from the wounds she was receiving, but she still refused to give up.

She lashed out at the large, muscular warriors. She tried to remember some of what her mother taught her about fighting. These cats were clearly skilled, however. She went for one's throat but was knocked to the ground by another. Their claws were everywhere. She managed to slash a younger warrior's throat and grinned as he stumbled in surprise. All the breath left her when she was hit with an unknown force. There was sharp pain in her head. Everything when dark.

The elders and some younger warriors who heard of Vinetangle's history still give her glares. They're cautious around her, sometimes jumpy. She has been in the clan a long time now, but she doubts they won't get over it until the day she dies. She knows cats in the clan are related to or descended from cats her mother killed. They desire to seek revenge. She can see it in their eyes. She isn't her mother, or maybe she is in a way.

Nevermind it, she would strike down the apprentice in front of her at that very moment before any cat turned on her, especially if they were to defeat her. Yeah right. She was born to fight, no puny cat of Russetclan could kill her or drive her out, perhaps except the Leader or Deputy. Even then, she was the type of cat that would go down fighting with everything she has, no matter where her soul was destined to spend eternity.

Words: 1120. I have no idea where this came from.

[Blair ;;]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #13091e; -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; border-radius: 40px 40px 40px 40px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 27px; border-top: 20px solid #11070e; border-bottom: 20px solid #11070e; width: 419px,bTable] SAGESTAR: Sagestar's body began to weave through the clan. He had just awoken from the leader's den. He took a small mouse for himself and began to move outside of the camp. He should be taking care of his duties, but for some reason, he wanted to go out and just.. He didn't know. A sparkle ran through his eyes as he ran,the mouse still in his paws as he did so. He reached the edge of the high hill and began to eat his mouse. When he finished, he put the remains aside and looked around. He smelt apprentice. It was odd for an apprentice to be out and about without his or her mentor on a high hill so early. Usually they were still sleeping. He smirked. He would see this apprentice and thank them for being awake so early. Sagestar's black silhouette began to weave through the grass. He still acted like a kit at times. He was in a sitting position and he jumped at a leaf,then stood with high posture. He looked around camp at all the warriors in the clan and all the apprentices. He could smell someone on the top of the high hill. The apprentice scent was still on the roof of his mouth. Ah! He moved closer to where the scent was smelt. He could see Sparrowpaw sneaking around near the side of the high hill. He moved to the top of the high hill to be able to stalk correctly. Sagestar's green eyes were sparkling as he saw the apprentice. Where was her mentor? Surely, he should be with her. But never the less, at points it didn't matter. He only watched as the apprentice known as Sparrowpaw began to stalk around. He guessed that Sparrowpaw thought that she was going to be in trouble for being on the top of the high hill. Sagestar didn't mind, though. Sagestar saw that the apprentice was moving back towards and closer to the warriors in the camp. Probably to get her mentor, he noted. He began to move back with her, then appeared at the side of Sparrowpaw. His sage green eyes were dark as he moved with him. "Sparrowpaw! Hello there." Sagestar was in a good mood, and you could tell by the way he spoke. When he was in a bad mood, his voice was deeper, more demanding. He wouldn't approach to speak to anyone unless he had a bone to pick with them. Yes, he was a good leader. And he thought just as much. He knew most of the cats in the clan, and had known them since he was a kit. His tail slashed at the air as his body slowed. He was near Sparrowpaw, but not to near. He was slightly jumpy. He knew that when he got back to the clan he would have to arrange something. Being leader always implied you had to be arranging something or hosting a ceremony or anything. It was always such a busy job. He hated busy jobs, and he was lazy at times. But hey, he couldn't be that lazy as a leader, for StarClan's sake! His eyes sparkled as he walked beside Sparrowpaw. He was lucky to have such a good apprentice in his clan and such good warriors. One day, he knew, maybe at a gathering to show CardinalClan what he was made of and how proud he was, one day he would announce how much he appreciated his clan. Because really, Sagestar loved his clan. He hoped that the rest of the clan knew this. WORDS: five nine seven owo TAGS: CLOVE ; TRINI ! NOTES: Like the table? Thank you so much Trini ! <3

[Windpelt]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 290px; background-color: #d2ccbd; padding:20px;] SPARROWPAW not a trace of doubt in my mind ! The young apprentice was still gathering the courage to leave the fresh kill pile and approach the forest, by herself, leaving the familiar camp behind when she found herself face to face with a dangerous warrior. Her paw, which had been lifted off the ground, now hovered there, trembling slightly. She had just been about to make her first move, when she found herself frozen with fright. Just as she had gotten up the courage and made a decision. . it did not seem quite fair. However, now that the fright that had gripped her body was slowly releasing itself from her limbs, she took a shaky breath and gazed directly back into that fierce face. She could smell prey on her breath and she shivered, somehow feeling as if she would be this cat's next meal. Her body language did everything to tell Sparrowpaw that she had already started off on the wrong foot, as soon as she had made the connection between her words and the fact that this was her mentor! How could she have been so silly? She had been acquainted with her at the ceremony. She had to better this cat's opinion of her, as already it seemed she was low in Vinetangle's mind. 'Of course I - I do--' She hated herself for stuttering on the words. Before she could redeem herself, though chances of that were very slim now, she would have thought, another voiced distracted her. It was the voice of her leader, Sagestar, and she could never remember a time where she had felt more glad to hear it. A welcome distraction, she jumped on it immediately, flinging herself around to face him. She spoke with more enthusiasm that she would have thought she could possibly muster, given how fearful she had been feeling just heartbeats earlier. His voice sounded rather light; she supposed that was a good thing. She knew he was rather hard to read, though she had been told it was rather easy to gage whether he was in a good or bad mood. So far, she was not finding this to be so much the case. She studied his face for the brief window of opportunity she was given, while he approached her. Then, she lowered her gaze, feeling it would be disrespectful to continue staring so much at him. His eyes had been gleaming, she was pretty much convinced on that. Surely that meant he was pleased with her? Or at least simply striking up a friendly conversation? Though why he would with an apprentice she would never fully know; she supposed it came with being a clan leader. 'Hello there, Sagestar,' she replied, her breath catching in her chest after she had spoken. She realized she had never really had a proper conversation with him. How would he react to her? She momentarily forgot about the still - probably - infuriated cat that would be now standing behind her, she would have thought. She twitched her tail as the thought entered her head. 'W - Were you out for a hunt?' She stammered over her words, desperate to keep the attention off her new mentor, for fear that she may complain about her tardiness. It was a rather silly question, when she thought about it, really. It would be unlikely that he would be hunting by himself, and that was the way he seemed for she could see no signs of other cats around him. Her teeth found her lip as she waited for some kind of response. Words: five nine four | Tagged: Blair, Clover. | Notes: n/a

[Clove]

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[atrb=background,http://i629.photobucket.com/albums/uu11/goldendragon24/Posting%20Tables/redbg.jpg,true] A Daring Feat; Sagestar's Appearance Although she remained tense and aggravated with the young and stammer-y apprentice, she relaxed when the Leader walked up. For some unknown reason, she liked toms better than other She-Cats, especially the Leader. She watched the exchange between Leader and Apprentice quietly. He was obviously in a good mood. She had known him long enough to understand his emotions. There could be many reasons why he was cheerful. Perhaps he just woke up on the right side of the moss. She remembered that being some Elder's saying, one that seemed to like the little she-cat with a bad reputation that every cat wished dead along with her mother. That elder had long since passed, and she regretted never paying attention to the cat's name. She wasn't even sure if it was a She-Cat or a Tom. She rolled her eyes at the apprentice's stammered question. Vinetangle herself could tell the Leader had woken up not long ago, how could he have gone for a hunt? However, she decided to accept that this cat was young, and she wouldn't know such a thing. The tortoiseshell She-Cat didn't put in her say. She would let the leader answer. Maybe he would suggest they go on a hunt. She wasn't sure if that would be good or bad. On one paw, she wouldn't have to be alone with the irritating young apprentice. She could have someone to talk to about what was going on and even exchange ideas. Despite this, she wasn't too great of a mentor, especially when it came to She-Cats. She felt slightly afraid of making a mistake and Sagestar pointing it out. She didn't get embarrassed easily, but sometimes, the thought of messing up made her cringe. If he even offered, there was no way she could just turn him down. "Hey I want to train this apprentice that I can't stand alone for Starclan knows how long, so can you just go do something else?" Yeah, she didn't think so. That would be ridiculous, and in some ways, mouse-brained and rude. She enjoyed the Leader's company on most occasions. They've known each other long enough that it would be out of character for her to shun him away. To reject an offer he made unless it was ludicrous beyond all reason. She sighed mentally, impatiently wondering how this would turn out. She knew teaching an apprentice to hunt wasn't a difficult task. Fighting was much more challenging; especially if she truly wanted to rip their fur out. Vinetangle simply had to give instructions and correct the apprentice where she went wrong. That strange fear still lingered. In what way could she possibly go wrong? She couldn't even imagine and yet, a worry, a doubt, had dug itself into her stomach. She slowly took a deep breathe, watching the other cats, and hoped they wouldn't notice her unease. Was it any of their business? Well, the Leader, he could probably understand in some way. An apprentice was not to be concerned. She was young and had not experienced many troubles. How many times had Vinetangle referred to her and thought of her as young? Many times, because it was very true. Sparrowpaw was the Apprentice, and it was Vinetangle's assigned job to Mentor the cat, even though, as is always in these situations, the older cat had no choice in the matter. She had another fear, that her mind, slowly but surely wearing down, would draw blanks when she needed to give an instruction or even a simple tip. Sure, she wasn't that old. She had a long path ahead of her yet, if nothing went awry. She stepped beside Sparrowpaw, wondering if Sagestar had even noticed her. She thought about coughing or making some other noise. That could potentially show her desperation for his attention. She didn't what that. In any case, it was not her place to interrupt. Words: 644

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It looks longer because I put more spaces in between clumps of words. It's sort of a compulsive thing, I can't have it all clumped..

P.S. Your tables are cool, and I like how yours scrolls Blair.