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Post by SHADE. :D on Feb 16, 2009 5:12:02 GMT -5
sablepaw The sky overhead was washed with grey, and choked with dark clouds. Rain was threatening to spill over. Two figures picked their way through the gloomy MoonClan forest, walking side by side. One, a somewhat gangly snow-white tom with a handsome face and darker spots splashed onto his fur, had his head raised and his stormy eyes reflected the confidence in his heart. The apprentice shot a glance at the she-cat beside him. He felt elated to be walking beside the beautiful sorrel apprentice that was Figpaw. Well. He wasn't entirely surprised that she was interested in him, whatever her intentions were. He was the deputy's son. He was so used to thinking this that it automatically jumped into his mind. He forgot about the new anguish that was attached to thoughts of his mother. Sablepaw trotted in his usually straight-backed manner towards the glistening moon-coloured pile of rocks, and leapt up onto one of them. He sat up, his tail over his paws neatly, and looked out over the water.
"Ah, me. Life can be such a bother sometimes."
// Reserved for Aurrie with Figpaw. ^^ |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 19, 2009 16:02:28 GMT -5
figpaw. She was taller than he, her long legs enough to keep her head above his shoulders. She was bigger too, odd for a young female. However, it was just in her blood. Her eyes lifted when he cantered ahead of her, leaping onto a rock pile. Figpaw smiled but it didn't extend to her emotionless eyes that didn't even glisten when the moon had the chance to extend her fingers down to the two apprentices. However, she was covered up again with clouds. Rain was coming. Figpaw flicked her tail at Sablepaw.
"I prefer to stay here," she said quietly, stopping underneath the broad fronds of a fern. While she'd still get as wet, she wouldn't be out in the open like her companion. The sorrel femme curled her tail around her paws, exhaling steamily.
"Life must be especially difficult for you, my dear Sablepaw. The weight of the world rests on the only son of the soon-to-be-leader. So much pressure" |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Feb 20, 2009 6:05:42 GMT -5
sablepaw The long limbed white tom exhaled at length, turning around to watch as Figpaw padded after him with grace and beauty he had not thought anything could ever posess. Sablepaw blinked his stormy grey eyes, his handsome features softer than usual. As Figpaw settled underneath a fern frond, he smiled at his new friend. Sablepaw sighed, lying down on the cool rock and resting his chin on his long forepaws. The apprentice turned his eyes again onto Figpaw as her calm voice broke the comfortable silence. The depths of his eyes dazzled at her words. He had never met somebody who understood him so well. She was like the perfect angel, sent by StarClan, just for him. He sighed regally. "Tis true," he mewed, scraping his paw over the shining surface of the silvery rock. "But I'm certain you have your fair share of anxieties, Figpaw," he continued, looking at her gently. Though of course, he knew that his mind was constantly poked and pressured by the fact that he was Wovenknot's only son, he knew that other cats had worries too. More petty and far less important than his, of course, but it couldn't hurt to ask Figpaw. |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 20, 2009 15:05:03 GMT -5
figpaw. She contemplated on any anxieties she might've had. "My mother...was a beautiful but naive she-cat. They told me that my father's mate killed her." Figpaw did not show any emotion, preferring to offer a weak smile to hide behind a facade that she'd possessed since she was a kitten. "Then my father met another she-cat after his first mate was exiled. Her name was Mysticalstep; she fostered us." She was somewhat ashamed to tell Sablepaw that she had someone in her family that was a traitoress/murderess. Surely he wouldn't want anything to do with her now...though, didn't his uncle have a cross-Clan relationship and left MoonClan because of it? Figpaw paused. "We can still be friends though, right?" |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Feb 22, 2009 6:30:37 GMT -5
sablepaw Sablepaw listened grimly to Figpaw's story, which he had never thought twice about before today. It was a mark of his inner strength that he did not gasp at the tale. The handsome tom instead leapt neatly down from the silvery rock and laid his tail tip on Figpaw's shoulder (which was in fact, higher than his own.) At her uncertain question, a fierce look came onto Sablepaw's face. "But of course!" he mewed in loud, still pompous tones. "None of that is your fault!" His voice was reassuring. This was because he could relate to what Figpaw was saying. He had never really known his father all that well. Cardinalspire had died when he was a young kit, just like Figpaw's mother. And their were cats in his bloodline that had betrayed the clan... Sablepaw briefly wondered whether Avenstail had been accepted into EclipseClan, then dismissed him. Why should he care about his traitorous uncle? |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 23, 2009 14:43:32 GMT -5
figpaw. She slouched down so that the princely sir wouldn't have to strain his bottom lifting up his tail to touch her on the shoulder. She was quite the tall female indeed. Smiling a graceful but empty smile, Figpaw touched her nose to Sablepaw's nose. "Thank you." Releasing him was a slow process, as she discovered his silky skin. Figpaw grunted to herself and cleared her throat, feeling that being forward to Sablepaw was not in the best interest.
Instead, she chose a different tactic. "My dear Sablepaw, perhaps we should talk about war games instead." She unsheathed her claws and made a map of MoonClan with her claws in the wet (almost too muddy) earth. "If CloudClan were to invade us from the south, would you meet them head on or try and surround them?" |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Feb 25, 2009 13:07:09 GMT -5
sablepaw Sablepaw smiled as Figpaw touched noses with him, breathing in her warm scent, which was rapidly becoming familiar in his mind. The long-limbed young tom blinked at the odd expression in the large, willowy she-cat's eyes. It lit up her already pretty face. Before he could speak, she had changed the subject. Sablepaw didn't mind too much - the subject she had chosen was an interesting one. Not a subject that most she-cat's would bring up. He smiled at the challenge. "Well," he mewed, prepared to solve this. "As it is CloudClan, I believe the most sucessful stragety would be to attack them head-on. CloudClan are skilled at getting out of tight spots - tricky blighters - so surrounding them may not work." Sablepaw thought for a moment, his smoky eyes distracted, then looked up at Figpaw again. "What about you, dear Figpaw?" |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Feb 25, 2009 16:07:17 GMT -5
figpaw. She contemplated the situation and gestured to the forests. "I would have MoonClan push CloudClan into the forests, then I'd separate our Clan while making CloudClan think there are more cats than there actually are. While I crush their morale, I would send some of my warriors toward CloudClan's camp, letting a few of their patrols see us. When the CloudClan force that's invading our territory finds out that we're attacking their camp, they will make a swift retreat to save their homes, which gives my remaining warriors here time to cover the ones out there when they run away from CloudClan camp." She chuckled quietly.
"If that makes any sense whatsoever..." She bent her ears back, feeling a bit sheepish. The sorrel she-cat rubbed the map into the mud, her tail curling around her messy paws. |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Feb 28, 2009 5:10:57 GMT -5
sablepaw Sablepaw listened in well-disguised awe to the she-cat's words. He blinked as she reeled off her complicated battle plan. The white tom tried hard to get his brain around the words, but after a few silent moments, gave up. He noticed the look in Figpaw's eyes as she smudged the map into the mud, but did not comment on it, as he was feeling his own sense of sheepishness. He was the son of Wovenknot, soon to be leader of MoonClan, and Figpaw was cleverer than he was. Sablepaw sighed delicately (this fact somehow made Figpaw seem more attractive than ever before) deciding that a cat could not have everything. "I daresay it wouldn't matter," he told Figpaw, allowing his admiration on her plan to shine through into his voice. "As long as you yourself understood it." |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Mar 1, 2009 17:12:16 GMT -5
figpaw. "Well, I do! There's hardly any sense in thinking up a plan if no one gets it," Figpaw said, shaking her head. The she-cat got up primly and walked over to a nearby puddle of mostly-clear water. She dipped her paws in and meticulously cleaned them, regretfully turning the puddle to a swirling brown mess. With her long legs no longer as muddy, she groomed them a bit and returned to Sablepaw's side. Sure they would get dusty again, but she simply couldn't stand that caked feeling on her legs and in between her toes and claws.
"Should we head back, Master Sablepaw? Firestar should be returning any minute and perhaps she would get mentors for me and my sisters." |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Mar 2, 2009 10:40:11 GMT -5
sablepaw Sablepaw averted his eyes. There was truth in her words. She had yet again outsmarted him. The white and black tom raised his eyes to watch as Figpaw left his side, padding over to a puddle to wash clean her paws. The male apprentice got to his own paws and stretched out his long legs, his eyes briefly shutting. By the time he had reopened them, Figpaw was heading back towards him. He puffed out his thin chest at her words. "Why yes, my lady," he replied with great grandeur, flicking his tail into an upright and straight position. He turned, padding into the trees a little way, his stride bold. He halted after a few steps, waiting courteously for his companion. "Shall we?" he mewed, extending a snowy, though a little dusty paw before him. |
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