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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Oct 9, 2008 12:54:50 GMT -5
Grebepaw
// And we're standing one and all fighting till we FALL // "Papa, I want to train here," she said to him, not caring if these rocks were one of the most dangerous areas in EclipseClan. She, Grebepaw, was not scared of anything. Neither death nor danger could deter her from her goal, and most times it seemed as if she was immune to agony and exhaustion. The she-cat had blossomed from a bow-legged kit and awkward apprentice to a beautiful near-warrioress. The small scars already littering the she-cat's frame gave her that rugged beauty that mountains and glaciers possessed. The tortoiseshell's creamy waves of brown and black swirled all over her body, interrupted only a few times by bundled scars.
Her legs were lithe, and she always kept to them, the black pads on her feet clinging to the stone surfaces. Stormy eyes lifted upwards, stealing sunlight as they glinted with a martial air. Grebepaw kept her gaze trained on Pantherstealth, rolling her shoulders back.
It was windy and slightly chilly, the water's cascading rush not helping whatsoever. However, as the spray glittered into the air, gleaming onto Grebepaw's wiry fur, it gave her a very majestic air, as if she was to be a legendary warrior one day. That was her dream. |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Oct 10, 2008 13:00:32 GMT -5
pantherstealth The dark brown mottled form that was Pantherstealth trotted ahead of his daughter. The two were very similar in looks, though the tom could not truly be called a tortoiseshell. His brown coat was dappled with darker flecks, and his paws dipped in ebony, as though they had been dipped in ink. The warrior turned to look over his strong shoulder as his daughter's voice reached his pricked ears. He stopped, a faint crease appearing between his eyes. "Here, Grebepaw?" he mewed, voice sounding slightly uncertain. After a moment, he seemed to shrug off this emotion. Grebepaw was strong. She was ready. "Okay. Today we will do some survival training." With that, the tom sprang onto the slippery rocks, his paws sliding beneath him. "Come up herem, beside me. Feel this ground. It will be new to you." |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Oct 10, 2008 17:06:43 GMT -5
Grebepaw
// And we're standing one and all fighting till we FALL // Black pads clattered noisily onto the rocks as Grebepaw fearlessly leapt to her father's side. She smiled cheerily and wagged her tail, twisting her face up into a defiant smirk. "Survival training? You mean like...killing badgers and wolves and moose? I can do that." She puffed out her chest, rattling off the biggest animals she could think of. The over-confident Grebepaw had never met any of those animals but she was certain that if they ever met the bad edge of her, she'd send them scurrying back to their dens.
The tortoiseshell mused for a moment. "Or do you mean like...herbs and stuff?" She cocked her head to the side. |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Oct 11, 2008 9:39:17 GMT -5
pantherstealth Pantherstealth sat down on the cold, slippery rock, his tail curled around his forepaws. The dark brown dappled tom smiled as his daughter threw herself onto the rock. She should have been more careful, but that meant nothing to Grebepaw. She had never been careful in her life. The warrior blinked at her words, his amber eyes thoughtful. "A bit of both," he mewed. "I know that you're not a medicine cat, but you have to know the basics. But first, I need to teach you how to act in an emergency. You may never get into one in your life, and even if you do, this might not help you. But better to be safe." Pantherstealth rose, being careful not to slip. "Now, on these rocks, you have to be careful. It is easy to fall and break bones here." He crouched, his legs evenly spaced, his paws clutching the rock. "Try this. it might hurt at first, because you are hunching down, but you must learn this position." |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Oct 11, 2008 9:49:48 GMT -5
Grebepaw
// And we're standing one and all fighting till we FALL // "Yeah, yeah, I suppose you're right," she mumbled. Medicine cats had a sissy's job. They couldn't fight but she was thankful that they would heal her scratches when the mighty Grebestar came home from fighting a million rogues. Wait, what scratches? Grebestar NEVER got scratches. Those were for wa**ers!
The she-cat looked up to her father, drinking in his every word. Her brow furrowed when he talked about hunching down. It'll make her want to use the tree! With a groan, Grebepaw obeyed. She could hold the position for a while but after that, it started to kill her legs. "Dad! This is boring!" |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Oct 12, 2008 9:48:51 GMT -5
pantherstealth Pantherstealth rose as he heard his daughter's complaints. With any other apprentice, he would have growled at them not to be so cheeky, but Grebepaw was different. Yelling just made things worse. Perhaps she would pick these things up when she came to them. She was a fast learner. And intelligent. Maybe he was wasting his time trying to teach her common sense when she already possesed it. Pantherstealth leapt from the rock, his muscles rippling beneath his dark brown dappled coat. He landed squarely on his four black paws, before turning to look at his daughter."Attack me," he mewed, his voice almost resigned. He knew that Grebewing just loved fighting training. And by StarClan, she was good at it. She would make one temptress of a warrior, one day soon. One day very soon. This sent pangs through Pantherstealth's heart. His five tiny kits would soon be warriors. It was odd to think about. |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Oct 12, 2008 19:34:54 GMT -5
Grebepaw
// And we're standing one and all fighting till we FALL // At the word "attack", the she-cat's eyes lifted and glinted. She smiled toothily and leapt from the rock. The tortie affixed Pantherstealth as her target, crouching down with a small growl. No longer the awkward young apprentice, Grebepaw was quickly approaching warriorhood. The rash femme would soon prove that she was a force to be reckoned with. "Good, something I can definitely work with!"
Her slim body slid into attacking position almost naturally before she charged headlong into her father like she always had (and probably always will). However, at the last moment when she was beside her mentor, she let out a hiss and curved her body into a backwards J shape and aimed a headbutt for his belly or at least a swat. |
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