x.Flight of the Raven;;

[SHADE. :D]

// oo;

Corbynpaw did not flinch as Spicetalon snarled at him. He raised an eyebrow, eyes contemptuous. The smoky tom actually smirked, before speaking. "Do you think that your scaring me?" he melded his voice into a baby lisp. "Oh, oh, I'm so very intimdidated. I'll do anything you say." Rolling his eyes, Corbynpaw bared his teeth. "I havn't disobeyed her, have I?"

Rosemarypaw blinked, looking more cheerful. "Great!" she mewed, getting to her paws. Her long feathery plume of tail swung upward, brushing Razortomb's nose as it went. "Oh, sorry," she mewed, looking embarrased. Rosemarypaw kneaded the grass with her snowy white forepaws, green eyes gleaming. She hadn't been training in a while; she wondered whether Brokenpaw would want to come as well.

[FIREH!!]

Spicetalon had enough. He bared his teeth and said in a low growl, "You better do as Fernpelt said, or you'll be wishing you'd never met me." He pinned the apprentice down with one paw.

[SHADE. :D]

Corbynpaw let out a loud yowl. "She never told me to do a thing," he hissed angrily. "I'll give you three seconds to get your mangy paws off me." The apprentice hesitated, then began counting. "One, two... Three." He sank his teeth into Spicetalon's legs, at the same time reaching upwards to claw whatever part of the grey tom's body he could reach. Corbynpaw spat and struggled, holding on with his teeth. This cat was stupid, an idiot, stupid, stupid, stupid... Like all the rest of them. They were all fools, stupid fools.

Rosemarypaw's eyes averted from the earth when a yowl reached her ears. She looked up, a slight frown creasing her pretty features, and gasped as she saw Corbynpaw bite Spicetalon. Ignoring caution, the apprentice ran over to the scene, eyes wide. "Stop it!" She yowled, claws sinking into the earth. "Stop it! Stop it now!" The flashes of red blood brought back her earliest memory... The only memory she had of her mother - her death. "Stop it right now or I'll make you!"

[FIREH!!]

Spicetalon yowled and yanked the apprentice off his leg. He was thankful that he hadn't been taught anything. "You are a demon." He snarled in a low voice, before stalking off to the Medicine den.

Razortomb raced after his apprentice. He skidded to a stop and watched the scene enfold in front of him. He couldn't believe the apprentice would attack his uncle! Solemnly, he padded over to the apprentice. "If you want to treat us like dirt, then we'll do the same to you," He spat before turning away and flicking his tail at Rosemarypaw to follow him.

[SHADE. :D]

Corbynpaw flicked his tail, looking satisfied. The black tom turned and glared after Spicetalon. "And guess whose fault it is," he muttered under his breath. The apprentice switched his burning gaze onto Rosemarypaw and Razortomb, choosing to ignore the warrior's cold words. Corbynpaw trotted, quite calmly, over to Fernpelt and mewed. "I'm ready to leave now, mentor."

Rosemarypaw shook as she watched Spicetalon limp to the medicine den. The longhaired she-cat wheeled around and hastily followed her mentor, still shocked and disgusted. She couldn't believe a new apprentice, a cat so pure, could be so full of hatred. Rosemarypaw halted beside Razortomb, green eyes wide. If Corbynpaw caused this much trouble now, what would he become as a warrior? Would Amethyststar make him a warrior? She'd probably be scared of what he'd do if she doesn't...

[fernie. (:]

Fernpelt looked at the apprentice in disgust. 'You better be ready to work your paws off today, apprentice, if you have enough energy to pick a fight with a senior warrior. You're gonna have to earn back your supper today, or you'll go hungry. Never treat a fellow Clanmate like that. Now come on, and please try to keep up.' Fernpelt growled. If he was gonna play dirty, she would make him work harder than anyone to make up for it. She went from a standstill to a sprint straight to the entrance of camp. She stopped once again and turned her sea green gaze fleetingly over Corbynpaw. She sighed, then flicked her tail in a notion for him to follow her, then she delved into the leafy undergrowth.

[SHADE. :D]

Corbynpaw raised an eyebrow at Fernpelt's threatening words. "Was that meant to scare me?" he asked scornfully. As the tortoiseshell warrior turned and padded out of camp, Corbynpaw rolled his eyes expressively before following her. He kept his pace at an even saunter, so as to stay at least three tail lengths behind Fernpelt. He didn't want to go near her. Oh, she'll keep my supper, will she? Corbynpaw thought. We'll see about that, stupid deputy...

[fernie. (:]

Ooc: I'll make a new board in the territories.