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Post by Snowstar on Jan 29, 2006 10:22:12 GMT -5
I, an experienced warrior, or my future deputy will send you here to complete a patrol. I will use them as rping test to give you feathers or promote you. Rp wisely, young aprentice, and you might become a warrior.
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Post by Fallenclaw on Jan 29, 2006 18:38:54 GMT -5
**Fallenpaw, her brown coat rippling as her shoulders and body silently, gracefully moved, prowled forth from the apprentice area where she had been sharing tongues with her fellow clancats.** Snowstar. **She ducked her head respectfully and meowed softly.** Shall I be honored to join you on this patrol? **She curls her tail around her body as she sits down, glancing upwards at the leader, awaitng her orders anxiously, reading to go at any moment.**
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Post by Snowstar on Jan 29, 2006 19:10:07 GMT -5
** Snowstar smiles at the eager apprentice.** I'd like you to patrol the borders on the night watch. I'll be teaching Twingepaw some Moonhigh hunting, so you'll have nothing else to do. Are you ready?
OOC: If you rp well enough, you might get promoted. Just post what you see, scent, and hear and have fun!
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Post by Fallenclaw on Jan 30, 2006 19:38:43 GMT -5
OOC: Roger! Over an' out. (( )) BIC: **The excited apprentice dipped her head and murmured respectfully.** Of course, Snowstar. Anything for my clan's benefit. **She raised herself from the sooty ground and fought to better control her energy and regain her serenity. Moving at a brisk trot, she padded soundlessly to the border of the camp region. Her brown ears her pricked forward alertly; her keen amber eyes searched the land about her intently, the moonlight reflecting from the round orbs to project dim light wherever she cast her glance; her muscles rippled subtly from beneath her dark brown fur as she prowled through the undergrowth and slipped through the blotches of shadow and moonlit patches. The scents that were pulled in through her half-open mouth told her that the creatures of the wide wood were scarce in their activity. Fallenpaw blinked as the made her way further into the wild land. Her heart beat against her soft chest in a steady beat. With the air still and stifled, the muffled throbbing of the blood in her ears sounded quietly. She leapt smoothly onto a broken boulder, her paws tapping in near silence against the cold, dusty stone. She swiftly surveyed her suroundings - the wide-spread ash, birch, alder, and pine stood stiff against the darkening night; underbrush and small shrubs cluttered the forest floor; occassionally a lone moss draped crag or boulder would break the flat ground. All was still, as if the woods itself was holding its breath with anticipation. The brown she-cat dropped to the floor of the forest again, the noise of her paws muffled by the soft, layered pine needles and rich loam. She moved quicker now, at a swift jog. Her trim legs weaved her in and out of the solemn trees, over small ruts, and past the obstructing boulders. It wasn't long before she reached the eastern border of the ShadowClan territory. Fallenpaw now slowed her past back to a canter and lifted her head to take in the strong scents that surrounded the strip of land. There was the musky, powerful, undeniable smell of ShadowClan, and the very faded smell of WindClan that hinted at a previous occupation of WindClan cats. Fallenpaw, not wanting there to be any dispute as to ShadowClan's territory border, promptly remarked the air, making certain to thoroughly cover the area. Now no cat, wise or inexperienced, would have any problems distinguishing the border's location. She moved on and patroled the land thus, occassionally remarking and enforcing. Every now and then, she would stop and listen very intently, her body stiff with concentration. When all was silent, she would continue onwards. And thus was how the night patrol was spent for much of the time.
Fallenpaw was nearly finished with her task, only about a sixth more of the way till she reached the camp, when a paniced fluttering disturbed the complete silence and serenity of the woods. The apprentice stopped in her tracks and swiveled her ears to locate the source of the noise before it found her. The sound appeared to come from above, and its noises suggested that a finch or jay had gone crashing through the leaves and branches of the trees. She held her breath and crouched, not yet relaxed. She knew that the bird must have taken off for a reason. Indeed, and the reason made itself clear as a fat, fuzzy mole scurried across the forest floor. It stopped, stuck its soiled snout in the air, and sniffed a couple of times before ducking back into its hole nervously. Fallenpaw sighed and straightened, a little. But she wasn't ready to completly back off till she reached camp. The rest of the trip to ShadowClan's campsite wasn't met with anymore distruptions. As far as Fallenpaw's keen senses and intellect could tell, the borders were safe and prominently marked. She crawled nimbly through a scraggly gathering of brambles and padded through the last stretch of forest. The rich brown she-cat padded, with much eagerness, for her camp. It had been a long patrol, but a good one. The reports were good and it helped give her more experience. With a sigh of accomplisment, Fallenpaw slipped into the camp and made her way towards Snowstar's quarters. All the clancats lay in a wistful slumber as the twinkling stars and the cream coloured moon cast their dim light on the dusty floor. Fallenpaw looked about for her leader and inhaled the air to attempt to smell her leader out.**
Snowstar?
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Post by Snowstar on Jan 30, 2006 19:44:29 GMT -5
Back already, Fallenpaw?** Snowstar comes out of her den, a smile lighting her face.** How was the patrol? OOC: Very descriptive, Fallenpaw! I think I might have my first warrior.
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Post by Fallenclaw on Jan 30, 2006 20:07:47 GMT -5
**Fallenpaw dips her head, a pleasantly content smile on her face. Her meow is soft and matches her expression.** I would say it went very well, Snowstar. All seemed to be in order.. A few spots along the border needed some freshening up, which I did promptly. In one particular spot there was the faintest scent reminicent of WindClan, but it was from long ago, very worn and faded. **She lifted her eyes to that of the leaders, awaiting dismissal or orders.**
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Post by Snowstar on Jan 30, 2006 20:19:47 GMT -5
Good. Go on now; get some rest, you have hunting duty in the morning.
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Post by Fallenclaw on Jan 30, 2006 20:43:15 GMT -5
**Fallenpaw smiled and nodded her head.** Thank you, Snowstar. **And with that, the young, tired apprentice turned and padded silently under the caressing moonlight to the apprentice den, where she settled down and fell into a deep, soothing slumber.**
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Post by Snowstar on Feb 18, 2006 17:49:27 GMT -5
~*~*~*~The Next Patrol: Twingepaw~*~*~*~ ** Snowstar waits by the edge of camp for Twingepaw. It is his turn for patrol, and she wants to send him off.**
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Twingetail
Kitten
Fresh Warrior
I am Twingetail, warrior of ShadowClan.
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Post by Twingetail on Feb 18, 2006 17:51:26 GMT -5
**Twingepaw, the skinny gray ShadowClan apprentice, padded up, his senses alert. He held his tail high in anticipation of the upcoming patrol, and his whiskers quivered in the slight breeze. He approached Snowstar respectfully and bobbed his head to the snow-white she-cat, murmuring a greeting.** Snowstar.
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Post by Snowstar on Feb 18, 2006 17:54:12 GMT -5
Twingepaw.**Snowstar nods in greeting. She smiles at her apprentice; he was already close to her size, and she was a very strongly-buily cat. How hw had grown so fast baffles her.** Ready for your solo patrol? I would ask Fallenclaw to go with you, but she's out hunting.
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Twingetail
Kitten
Fresh Warrior
I am Twingetail, warrior of ShadowClan.
Posts: 46
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Post by Twingetail on Feb 18, 2006 17:56:19 GMT -5
Of course. **His fur pricked in anticipation and his tail lashed slowly back and forth as he awaited his leader-and-mentor's response.**
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Post by Snowstar on Feb 18, 2006 18:02:06 GMT -5
Well then, go forth, my young apprentice, and protect your territory.** The snow-white cat signalled witha twitch of her tail for him to go as she laid down to wait for him to come back.**
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Twingetail
Kitten
Fresh Warrior
I am Twingetail, warrior of ShadowClan.
Posts: 46
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Post by Twingetail on Feb 18, 2006 18:17:08 GMT -5
OOC: I'm not very certain of the borders of ShadowClan, so this won't be as descriptive as if, say, I were patrolling for ThunderClan, but I'll do my best.
BIC: **Twingepaw nodded, his mind focused on the task ahead, and started forward, walking at first, then breaking into a quick trot. The ShadowClan apprentice kept his senses alert as he approached the border of the ThunderPath. He wrinkled his snout slightly at its stench, but pressed on, seeking out any other Clan scents along the border. Satisfied, he refreshed the markers and moved on.
He noted the small rustlings and caught the mouth-watering scents that accompanied them in the brush around him, and for a moment, he considered pausing to catch one... He caught himself with a start, and forced his mind back to the task at hand, reinvigorated with fierce self-loathing.
The lithe apprentice continued around the borders, remarking the scent-line and sniffing for enemy Clans, rogues, Twolegs, or anything else that presented a danger for his Clan. He noticed none, nor had any particular reasons to believe he would, but he kept himself on alert nonetheless, and didn't lose focus again like he had earlier. He almost made that mistake once- he was not going to do that again.
As he finished the circuit, Twingepaw turned his paws and his mind back towards camp, satisfied that his Clan was safe- for now. He allowed himself a flurry of hope and pride as he made his way towards camp. The keen apprentice was positive this was a test as to his abilities. Maybe Snowstar would make him a warrior. The tabby's tail lifted higher as he felt a rush of pride, which he quickly quelled. Better to stay focused on now and worry about later later.
Arriving back at camp, Twingepaw padded confidently into the clearing and looked for Snowstar. He settled down, sure that the wise she-cat would come for his report soon.**
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Post by Snowstar on Feb 18, 2006 18:22:41 GMT -5
** The she-cat hadn't moved from her spot. With a flick of her tail, she beckons for her appprentice to see her. She was proud of the serious gray cat. Maybe, just maybe, he had cleared a milestone in his life in one night.**
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