The Doings of a Lone Apprentice [OPEN]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Berrypawmain.png] Berrypaw blinked open his startlingly blue eyes, closed them, opened them again, got up and yawned. He sat, motionless, for a while in his nest in the apprentice's den. It was still early, but Shadowclaw should have come for him by now. He flicked his tail tip in annoyance, then commenced to grooming himself, ridding his pale, honey-coloured pelt of all the errant scraps of moss from his nest that had stuck to it overnight. Once he was done with that, he exited the apprentice's den, stretching the stiffness out of his legs and tail as he headed for the fresh-kill pile. Reaching it, he looked over the meager scraps of fresh-kill that were left. Someone will have to go hunting before too long, he remarked privately to himself, selecting a small mouse from the pile and dragging it away to a nearby rock, hoping to eat it in peace. With relish, he bit into it, salivating as the tasty juices filled his mouth, pausing to savor the flavor. Still, in a number of small, neat bites, the entire creature was gone, leaving behind only the tail and a few pitiful scraps of fur. Sitting up, he swiped his tongue over his mouth a couple of times, making sure there was no trace of his meal left. Thus finished, he stood and looked around at the seemingly empty camp. Where is Shadowclaw? he wondered, tearing up the grass beneath his paws. He had respect for his mentor, of course, but he didn't nessecarily like her. She was too much like his nemesis, Shadepaw, for his liking. Still, since Racoonstar had delegated that he had to put up with her training until he became a warrior, he would do it without complaint, as was his wont. Still, it doesn't help if she's not around to train me, he thought, flame-tipped tail flicking rapidly up and down in annoyance. Well, if she's not going to be here, I'm just going to go off by myself! he decided, striding purposefully towards the entrance to the camp. He could hunt for the Clan without her around, anyway, and besides, he would only be fulfilling his Clans' best interests. Thus convinced, he slipped quietly out of camp, his distinctive orange tail the last of him to be seen before it, too, quietly disappeared.

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Shadepawmain.png] Unsheathed claws struck out viciously, scoring deep lines in trunk of the thick tree. Shadepaw imagined the anguished yowl of his enemy in his ears as he flipped around to slash at the tree with his hindclaws, just as Raccoonstar had taught him. He finished the battle move with a sharp slash at the lower part of the tree where he estimated his enemies belly would be. The black tom smirked as he stepped back to admire his work. The tree was covered with scores and deep cut lines. The ferocious apprentice had been practicing the battle move since dawn and Shadepaw felt proudly confident that he could use it perfectly on any enemy. Speaking of enemies… Shadepaw turned his head sharply as a scent caused his nostrils to flare. The dark tom smiled malevolently to himself. “Perfect” he rumbled, stalking forward against the wind, in the direction of the unmistakable scent of Berrypaw. It wasn’t long before the dark furred apprentice spotted a honey coloured pelt slipping aimlessly between the rocks. Shadepaw quickened his pace, his padding footsteps silent as he crept up on his prey- er…enemy. He almost snorted to himself as he grew closer to the unsuspecting apprentice. That arrogant bighead needs to learn to be more guarded he thought nastily, creeping up a nearby boulder so he could have the advantage of height, and I’m just the guy to teach him. With a suppressed battle cry, Shadepaw leapt down from the boulder, aiming to bring his paws down on Berrypaws honey coloured back and knock him over. -- Word Count | 260 Comments | Sorry it's so short X3

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(That's okay, I'm sorry mine's so short.)

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Berrypawmain.png] Berrypaw's ears pricked. He thought he had heard something. Glancing around, he didn't see anything, and so was unprepared when he felt the dense weight of Shadepaw land heavily upon him. Surprised, and angry that the dark apprentice had managed to sneak up on him, Berrypaw let out an ear-splitting shriek, tail bushed out and lashing furiously from side-to-side. Thinking quickly, he bared his teeth in a snarl and rolled over, trapping Shadepaw beneath him. He'd make that aggressive, spiteful apprentice pay for thinking he could attack Berrypaw and win! Growling and hissing in fury, the honey-coloured apprentice got his paws under him again, quickly placing one of his large forepaws over Shadepaw's chest, claws unsheathed. He dug them in a little, just to show his rival what he could do to him should he try anything further. Leaning down, he hissed into Shadepaw's ear, "So, did that little attack go as planned? Huh? Do you want me to finish this little squabble, or are you willing to admit your defeat?" Berrypaw smiled as he said this. He was still mad at Shadepaw, and wouldn't hesitate to teach him a more permanent lesson, but his pleasure at such an easy victory made it hard for him to mask the purr that was bubbling up in his chest. For a while, he even entertained the thought of letting him go. It's not like he could really do anything, Berrypaw thought, looking down at his rival's face, a face which he thought looked permanently mean and cold. I could always pin him down again. The honey-coloured tom looked down again at Shadepaw's pale green eyes, thought better of it. After all, who knows what he'll do to me if given the chance.

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Shadepawmain.png] Shadepaw let out a yowl of triumph as he landed squarely on the honey furred tom’s shoulders, smirking at his enemy’s surprised scream. His victory was short-lived. The black tom let out a yelp as his paws lost their hold on the lurching figure beneath him and he crashed into the ground, a heavy weight materializing on his chest. Shadepaw blinked his eyes dazedly, trying to clear the blackness that had overcome his sight when his head had hit the ground. As his gaze cleared, the pale green eyes grew cold and filled with hate as they stared up into the sneering face of Berrypaw. The black tom snarled furiously at his rival. A thousand unspoken curses flew from Shadepaw’s stare which only grew more intense when the tips of sharp claws dug into his chest. The stocky apprentice pressed his ears against his skull as the smooth hiss of his opponent reached them. "So, did that little attack go as planned? Huh? Do you want me to finish this little squabble, or are you willing to admit your defeat?" Shadepaw forced himself to remain calm, to not look at the smug grin plastered on Berrypaw’s maw, to not use every inch of the strength he knew he possessed to fling the tom off of him. If he was going to escape this situation with his dignity, he needed to take his opponents in one swoop. So the stocky tom grit his teeth and smirked right back, his eyes glimmering with satisfaction as if he was the one pinning Berrypaw down and not the other way around. “I’d rather tell you a little secret about yourself, Berrypaw. Wanna hear it?” he smiled nonchalantly. A silence grew between the two tom’s and Shadepaw could tell the honey-coloured apprentice was thinking. The skilled apprentice seized his chance. In one swift movement, he tucked his hindlegs close to his body and flung them up into the belly of his enemy with an immense amount of power. It was Shadepaw’s turn to smile as his claws grazed though his rival’s fur, knowing that Berrypaw had no grip on anything and so would easily be flung off balance, off of him. The dark furred tom quickly flipped back onto his legs, turning to face the pale apprentice. “You let your guard down too easily” he sneered, his head held high in an arrogant manner, “You really ought to be more careful” His pastel green eyes gleamed in triumph. -- Word Count | 412 Comments | none.

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[Tundrafrost]

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Berrypawmain.png] "I'd rather tell you a little secret about yourself, Berrypaw. Wanna hear it?" The response stung Berrypaw, who'd expected Shadepaw to be spitting and hissing in his face right now. The honey-coloured apprentice went quiet, an indecisive look in his eyes as he tried to think of the best way too respond. His silence and inaction gave Shadepaw the opportunity he needed, and before Berrypaw even knew what had hit him, the pitch black apprentice had thrown him bodily to the ground. Berrypaw landed heavily on his side, unprepared for Shadepaw to have thrown him off. A grunt escaped him, but he was back on his feet in a hurry, ears flat on the back of his skull and his icy blue eyes slitted in anger. His fur had fluffed up of it's own accord, and behind him his bushy tail swept back and forth. A growl rose in his throat, and it was all he could do to keep from lunging himself at Shadepaw and wiping that smirk off his arrogant face. His anger only increased when Shadepaw, his head held high, taunted him: "You let your guard down too easily. You really ought to be more careful!" "Careful, huh?" hissed Berrypaw, the words hardly more than a whisper. "I'll show you careful!" With that he gave up all semblance of restraint and threw himself bodily at Shadepaw, claws unsheathed and ready to tear out large clumps of his rival's deep black fur. An earsplitting caterwaul escaped him, and teeth bared, he prepared to clamp down hard on one of Shadepaw's ears.

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Shadepawmain.png] “Careful, huh?" Berrypaw’s whisper was laced with rage, and Shadepaw liked it. He leered back boldly, his eyes glinting with malice. "I'll show you careful!" The black tom had been expecting it, but his large form was too slow for quick dodging movements. Berrypaw’s weight hit him with pounding force, and Shadepaw could tell by Berrypaw’s wild yell and his unsheathed claws that all civility and restraint had been lost. Good, he thought spitefully, just the way I like it. He wrestled against the tom’s weight for a while. Both apprentice’s were quite large, as was natural for Boulderclan cats, and each were formidable fighters. Shadepaw had huge confidence in his own battle skills and he was just getting into the fight when a sharp pain shot down his ear. The dark furred tom let out a yowl, instinctively trying to shake off his opponents teeth from their firm clasp on his ear. Shadepaw threw his head back, tearing his ear from Berrypaws grip before rearing back on his hind legs to tower over the tom, throwing the pale apprentice in shadow. Shadepaw’s nose twitched as he smelt blood and his pale green eyes narrowed into spiteful slits. He’d show him! With all his strength he brought his paws down, claw’s unsheathed on what he hoped would be his opponent’s shoulders. He remembered learning this move with Raccoonstar. It was slow, allowing the enemy time to get away, but, performed correctly, its power could be crippling. If he could just wrestle Berrypaw beneath him, the battle would be his. For good measure, he bared his teeth and aimed to clamp down onto the honey fur that lined his enemy’s scruff for extra leverage. -- Word Count | 283 Comments | What I did for the last 3 days instead of working on this post XD

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Berrypawmain.png] Landing upon Shadepaw, Berrypaw immediately found himself caught up in a tussle. Shadepaw was no light weight, and thankfully neither was he. Still, he had quite a time getting his teeth into the struggling black apprentice's ear. Hearing Shadepaw's yowl of pain and surprise only made him bite down harder, wanting to let the aggressive apprentice know how far he was willing to go to keep him away from him. He wasn't prepared for Shadepaw's pulling away, and the loss of the grip he had focused so much on unbalanced the honey-coloured tom, causing him to fall backwards onto the ground as Shadepaw, furious, rose above him, enveloping him in shadow. Berrypaw experienced a brief moment of panic, looking up into his rival's cold, pale green eyes and wondering what he was going to do, before his senses kicked in and he got his paws under him again, ready to make a quick getaway. He wasn't quick enough. Berrypaw felt the sizeable weight of Shadepaw bearing down upon his shoulders for the second time that day, and all but screeched in fury as he felt himself being pinned down. He prepared roll over again, as he had the first time, when he felt Shadepaw's teeth, sharp and painful, clamp onto his scruff. His attempts to move after that, all the yowling and screeching and thrashing about he could manage, only made the pain worse, until finally he was forced to lie still, panting after such a hard struggle. Trapped in that position, he tried to think of what he could do to get himself out of it. Chances were, with Shadepaw being Shadepaw and all, the leader's apprentice wouldn't let him up unless he was forced to, and there was no way he was just going to sit on Berrypaw all day without harming him further. Shadepaw just wasn't that kind of cat. Caught like this, Berrypaw was beginning to feel that there was nothing he could do, that he would just have to wait and see what Shadepaw did with him. Such thoughts got him thinking about his relationship with the black tom. They had never gotten on, not even in the nursery as little kits. As far as Berrypaw was concerned, all the hostility started on Shadepaw's side. He had been perfectly happy to be friends with the black cat, and to leave him alone after it became clear that Shadepaw hated his guts, but that arrogant piece of fox-dung just couldn't keep away! Berrypaw grit his teeth as he remembered all the times he had just been wondering around, innocently minding his own business, only to turn around and find Shadepaw, ready as ever to tear out as much of his fur as possible. He had put up with it as long as he possibly could, but eventually he began to despise Shadepaw just as much as Shadepaw obviously despised him. He remembered with pride the time when he had finally decided he would quit playing dead to get away from Shadepaw, and actually fight back for a change. He also remembered that he had won that time. Berrypaw was just beginning to smile deviously to himself, lost in those happy memories, when suddenly the tail-end of his thought struck him and he pulled it back for a closer look. 'Playing dead'. He had used to use that trick on Shadepaw every time, back when he thought if he did eventually the black bully would just leave him alone, and he remembered, quite vividly, how much of a success it always was. Hurriedly, before Shadepaw thought too much time had passed, the honey-coloured apprentice went suddenly still and limp, faking defeat. As he did so, he thought to himself: Ha! This will work, just like it did back then. That arrogant bastard! He just can't resist the opportunity to gloat, and once he does, I'll be free! -- Word Count: 648

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Shadepawmain.png] Shadepaw felt the sweet satisfaction of victory overwhelm him as his paws struck Berrypaw with every inch of power he possessed, his claws sinking into flesh and fur, leaving his enemy helpless. The honey-coloured tom began to struggle, the blaze of battle still raging in both apprentices’ minds, but the black apprentice quickly sank his teeth into the back of Berrypaw’s neck. His pale forest green eyes were lit wildly with the fire of adrenaline as he held down the flailing tom, all thoughts of remorse and restraint denied presence in his mind. Every movement, every yelp and screech from the apprentice beneath him only caused Shadepaw to sink his teeth and claws deeper, until the body beneath him barely moved except for the heaving of deprived lungs. Only now did the wild flicker of ferocity fade from Shadepaw’s eyes, leaving them cold and cruel. The adrenaline surging through the dark apprentice had limited his feelings of pain but now he could feel the steady throbbing in his left ear, the warm trickle of blood down the side of his face. He twitched the ear experimentally only to instantly regret it as lightning pain shot down through the pitch black tom, causing him to grimace. His hatred at the cat beneath him burned stronger than ever. Digging his claws into the skin beneath him, the black tom released his hold on the apprentice’s scruff to growl softly into his ear. “So, did that little attack go as planned?” he echoed Berrypaw’s previous words condescendingly, “Huh?” Shadepaw raked his claws down Berrypaw’s flank, glaring triumphantly into his enemy’s ice blue orbs. He felt somehow disappointed with the lack of reaction from the pinned cat whose eyes seemed to be faded as though he were lost in thought. His white teeth gleamed brilliantly against his dark fur as he snarled viciously. It was things like this which reminded the black furred tom why hated Berrypaw. Ever he was a kit, every cat in the clan was obsessed with Berrypaw. The little prat was just the walking image of perfection wasn’t he? Inside Shadepaw felt threatened by the young tom’s popularity and effortless skill but he dismissed his envy as annoyance, claiming that Berrykit was just a pompous little kit who thought he owned the place and needed to be taken down a couple notches. Something that Shadekit was glad to do. The headstrong kit took every opportunity to displace all the rage and irritation he kept bottled up inside onto the arrogant piece of mousedung that was Berrykit. Of course, due to his father’s teachings and his natural skill at picking up battle moves, Shadekit won every time, feeling more satisfied with each injury and wound he bestowed upon Berrykit. When his father died, he became even more hostile. It was around this time that Berrykit had fought back. In his shock and confusion at the change of tactics by the pale-furred kit, Shadekit had lost. Humiliated and deeply vengeful, he’d vowed to use every opportunity possible to make Berrypaw’s life a living hell. If there was one thing Shadepaw hated more than anything it was losing. And so bitter hatred bubbled like an unrelenting stream within him, surging to the surface each time he came to face to face with the honey coloured tom. Suddenly, the body beneath his claws went limp. The initial surprise that enveloped Shadepaw at first quickly subsided to leave triumph and arrogant victory. “Aw, you’re no fun” he hissed playfully, a malicious glint in his eye as he dug in his claws one final time before retracting them, stepping back to look down at the pitiful, still body before him. “You’re weak, Berrypaw” the blacktom sneered, kicking dust at the limp Berrypaw with a forepaw before drawing closer again to whisper in his ear one final time, “just like always.” Foolish, foolish Shadepaw. He never did learn from his mistakes… -- Word Count | 652 Comments | Sorry for delay.

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Berrypawmain.png] "Aw, you're no fun. You're weak, Berrypaw." It was all Berrypaw could do to keep himself still as he listened to his enemy prattle on with his usual unthinking arrogance. He almost moved as the dust Shadepaw kicked at him landed on his face, but he kept his composure. Now wasn't the time. Shadepaw was moving in, closer, closer... The honey-coloured tom's ear twitched a little as he felt the hot breath of the black apprentice brush his ear fur, leaning in closer to sneer "Just like always." He was close enough now. You idiot, thought Berrypaw with a small smile, when will you ever learn? With a sharp upward twist, Berrypaw suddenly had his teeth around Shadepaw's neck, and using this to his advantage, thrust the black apprentice to the ground. He had learned his lesson about gloating earlier, and he wisely kept his jaws clamped around the hot-headed young apprentice's neck. He wasn't holding on too tightly, however, as he didn't want to seriously hurt Shadepaw, just teach him a lesson. His voice terribly muffled by his grip around the black tom's throat, Berrypaw asked, "Do you surrender yet, Shadepaw? Cause I can hold you here all day if need be, and I'm sure Racoonstar will be less than thrilled to learn that his apprentice has been attacking others that are supposed to be his Clanmates. Why not spare this energy for a way-ward GoldenClan apprentice?" Around his mouthful of fur, the honey-coloured tom managed a wry smile as he watched Shadepaw squirm and struggle underneath him. He had often dreamed of rendering the black tom helpless and having him at his mercy. Despite it not being in Berrypaw's nature to wish too much harm to any cat, there was something about Shadepaw that really set his teeth on edge and his fur to bristling. If he could just be rid of the nuisance, he couldn't help thinking that not just he, but the entire Clan, would be better off. His icy blue eyes narrowed in spite as he looked down at Shadepaw snarling up at him. I can take you anytime, he thought, drawing back his lips in a hint of a snarl. If looks could kill, Shadepaw would be dead right now. Word Count: 372 Music: Bleeder- The Wallflowers Comments: I think it's time more people join us before Berrypaw and Shadepaw kill each other.

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Shadepawmain.png] Shadepaw was just about to spit his final curses in his defeated enemies face and walk away when a sudden twitch forced Berrypaw’s jaws into a smile. The black tom barely had time to narrow his pale eyes suspiciously before they were flung open wide, sharp shock and pain flashing in the light emerald depths. With a surprised yelp, the thickset tom shook his head away, only to find that the pale furred apprentice had latched on so tightly that he merely swung with him. The pointed fangs were beyond his fur now, scratching and digging into Shadepaws skin. Sense would have urged him to remain still but in his wild, impulsive rage, the headstrong tom flung all thoughts aside and directed all efforts into flinging the stinging pain from his neck. “Do you surrender yet, Shadepaw?” The muffled voice stopped Shadepaw’s writhing momentarily, but he quickly resumed his struggle, desperate to remain on his paws even though the weight of Berrypaw was dragging him down and exhaustion was seeping into his bones. It was around this time Shadepaw realized his attackers grip was limiting his air supply. “I can hold you here all day if need be, and I'm sure Racoonstar will be less than thrilled to learn that his apprentice has been attacking others that are supposed to be his Clanmates. Why not spare this energy for a way-ward GoldenClan apprentice?" With renewed vigor Shadepaw snorted fiercely, his eye’s glancing rapidly from side to side as he searched the rocks and sky for some way out. Tactlessly, he heaved himself against Berrypaw, in hopes to push him over and break his grip. However, the honey-coloured apprentice did not let go, so that Shadepaw was flipped over onto his back, legs flailing uselessly in the air. He glared up into Berrypaw’s ice cold eyes with burning hatred, spitting a thousand curses up at him. His hind legs clawed, first roughly and then more feebly at Berrypaw’s belly, unable to get a proper grip. Despite the weakness spreading through his limbs, Shadepaw stubbornly refused to lie limp. He twisted his head and bringing on bright red flashes of pain and banged his front paws repeatedly against Berrypaws head. “You better keep holding on Foxdung, because the moment I get up I’ll, I’ll…” with a frustrated snort, Shadepaws words were reduced to furious snarls as he continued to batter unrelentingly with claws unsheathed at his opponents ears, trying with every bit of life in him to rip them open and hurt him as much as possible. -- Word Count | 423 Comments | Messy but just shoving in some more adamant, stupid fighting by Shadepaw before Blakchawk jumps in.

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[mikko]

The large black warrior heard a tussle in the brush and even before she walked up Blackhawk knew it had to be some apprentices tussling with each other. As much as she hated to get involved, she knew that it was her duty to make sure they didn't hurt each other. THe tussle had been going on for some time, but now it was beginning to sound serious.

Dropping through the brush, she stared at the apprentice's for a moment. She had to remind herself that not having her own apprentice did not mean that she could allow these two to beat themselves to death. They were Clan members after all and should treat each other with some respect. She realized that fights would happen now and then, but one thing apprentices had to learn was when and where it was appropriate. In practice, it was fine, but this looked more like a personal grudge being battled out.

"Stop." One word was all she said. The massive cat stalked over to the two. Her mouth opened to reveal white fangs. "I promise you do not make me want to separate the two of you. I do believe you have been petty enough today." SHe looked from one to the other. "I doubt your mentors would appreciate hearing about this. Separate now and we can keep it between us." There was a look in her eye that should have told them both she was telling them the truth. If she had to she would separate them by force. Little did she care about scratches to her own pelt, but she would be sure that if she had to get physical they would suffer repurcussions.

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Berrypawmain.png] Berrypaw felt Shadepaw pushing against him, trying to break his grip around the black apprentice's neck. Determined not to let go, he tightened his grip, feeling his teeth pushing against the skin, almost breaking it. He felt Shadepaw's breath coming in shallower, and was surprised when the headstrong young cat gave up the struggle to remain standing and fell over onto his back. His ears twitched as he listened to the curses Shadepaw rained down upon him, and his neck fur bristled uneasily at the cold, steady glare aimed in his direction. He shook off his uneasiness, however. The git deserves it! he thought, forcing a glare into his own blue eyes. He should just learn to leave well enough alone! Still, a trace of uneasiness remained, and he considered lightening his grip a little. Then he felt the strong hindpaws of his enemy, claws unsheathed, battering at his belly, and he thought better of it. He was further reminded of why his decision was the right one when his ears picked up on Shadepaw's hissing: "You better keep holding on, foxdung, because the moment I get up, I'll, I'll..." Berrypaw's head began to ache and his ears started to ring as Shadepaw kept battering at them with his unsheathed claws. In an effort to save his ears from becoming marked like Shadepaw's, he swerved his head from side to side to avoid the swipes, stopping when he realized that all this movement was causing his grip around Shadepaw's neck to slip. So what if I have to endure a couple of notches in my ears, he thought as one of the black apprentice's claws nicked some of the skin on his left ear. If I let this cat up now, he'll kill me. He was so engrossed in fighting back the pain as his ears were attacked and in keeping his grip on Shadepaw that he didn't even notice the arrival of another cat until her voice rang out, low but clear, cutting through their snarling and hissing. "Stop." The honey-coloured apprentice immediately stilled as he recognized the voice. Blackhawk. "I promise you do not make me want to separate the two of you. I do believe you have been petty enough today." Berrypaw squirmed a little as he felt her looking at him. "I doubt your mentors would appreciate hearing about this. Separate now and we can keep it between us." Berrypaw slid his eyes over to look at her, and saw she was telling the truth. With some reluctance, he let go of Shadepaw's neck and immediately got out of striking distance. Shadepaw didn't exactly have a reputation for respect, and even with a warrior present, there was no way he was taking the chance of getting his throat bitten out by the angry apprentice. -- Word Count: 563 Music: Lights-- Ellie Goulding

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Shadepawmain.png] “Stop.” The voice was so close by that Shadepaw froze, a tremor of surprise running through him at the sudden new interruption. He swiveled his pale green eyes around until he could see the approached; Blackhawk. Huh. The black tom feebly attempted to go back to battering Berrypaws ears, ignoring the warrior, but his strength was draining and his cuffs were less wild than before as he felt the harsh glare of the she-cats eyes bearing down on him. "I promise you do not make me want to separate the two of you. I do believe you have been petty enough today." Shadepaw paused to glower at Blackhawk momentarily. Just try and get me away from this git, he growled inwardly. Then he felt Berrypaws grip on him loosen slightly and he quickly smacked at the honey coloured toms ears a few more times. "I doubt your mentors would appreciate hearing about this. Separate now and we can keep it between us." Now the black tom lowered his paws, eyes shiftily glancing between the large warrior and the tom whose jaws were still fastened around his neck. Despite his previous indifference to the matter, Shadepaw knew that if Raccoonstar found out about this there was no way he was going to get off without serious consequences. The Boulderclan leader was extremely strict and it’s not like he and Shadepaw has a great relationship as it was… Yet as Berrypaw finally let go of his throat, Shadepaw couldn’t stop himself from swiping a clawed limb in his direction. The honey-coloured tom managed to leap out the way in time though, so that the black apprentices paw sailed through the air uninterrupted. “That’s right!” Shadepaw snarled, between sucking in deep lungfuls of air as he flipped back onto all four feet, “Run! Run away you coward!” The dark tom sat up, his shoulders hunched defensively and his claws still unsheathed as he turned to bear his teeth at Blackhawk. There were no words he could think of to show his contempt, so he just snorted angrily and gave his chest a few licks. -- Word Count | 351 Comments | See you guys in a week.

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[mikko]

Blackhawk looked respectfully at the honey-colored apprentice. He was intelligent to heed her warnings. Blackhawk always followed up on her promises and expected to have some respect from apprentices. She had done her time and training now and her warrior status proved it. The young dark cat made her want to snarl. Obviously, he thought that he was somthing. She was inclined to inform him that she'd broken the necks of bigger cats than he. At fifteen pounds, Blackhawk was no tiny cat.

Her short black hair bristled as Shadepaw continued to speak to Berrypaw and bear his teeth at her. Her ears flattened on her skull. "When you think you are big enough to take me on, Shadepaw, you think again." There was no anger in her voice just certainty. If he wished to fight her, then she would show him just how much he still had to learn. "It would serve you best to curb your tongue much as Berrypaw here has done." It was important for apprentices to learn that respect for warriors and getting along with their clan makes made the Clan itself healthier. SHe was a bit bothered by Shadepaw's impertience. Her words toward Berrypaw were not words of praise merely fact. Her eyes coursed over each of them. They looked little worse for wear, a few scratches and bite marks but they would be okay.

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[atrb=background,http://i295.photobucket.com/albums/mm141/Spottedbelly/Aspenpawmain.png] post--others--thinking--speaking Aspenpaw had been in the elders' den --not by force of course, some stupid warrior had hustled him into that upsetting, stinky arena, and trust me, he was having no fun listening to their boring stories about how great they were being apprentices and then warriors. Keh! Who cares? he thought to himself out of spite. Why would he even bother? It was useless, useless information, there was nothing to do in this boring place, and his paws just itched to flee and run to the nearest stream or river. Yeah, there he could actually see something different, do something other than sit and do apprentice jobs --which, by chance, he would be doing for the rest of his puny, shortened life. If only he had siblings, if only his parents were alive and thought better of him, of only he had some sort of friends, if, if, if' but 'if' wasn't going to get him very far in life if he kept to imaging things and never making them happen, yet, as hotheaded he was in his inner core, the thought of being rejected, like his parents did to him, was still the first layer on is mind whenever he tried to make friends. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of white run past the den, and then back, and then back. Who in StarClan's name is that? Waving goodbye to the elders, or rather, dismissing himself quite rudely, he stalked out of the den, curious to find the white ball of fur, and relieved at finally being able to get rid of the stench and get in a fresh stretch of air. He stood there for a moment, the sun warm on his tan pelt, feeling the soft wind through his fur. He had to admit grudgingly, that it was a nice day, and there was really no reason to spoil it. He found his paws carrying him to the Medicine Cat den. Back and forth, back and forth. That was all he did these days. His eyes gleamed, he wanted excitement, adventure, danger! How could he achieve that here? By loosing a few poppy seeds and facing his 'wrathful' mentor? Keh, not much fun if he'd ever seen it. His fur stood on end as he watched Berrypaw leave camp. Berrypaw. He was a cream-furred apprentice to Shadowclaw, a warrior he didn't really seem to respect. He narrowed his eyes --he didn't get along well with the blue-eyed apprentice, seeing as he took the darker, Shadepaw prior to the smaller whining apprentice. He curled his upper lip to show his pointed teeth. Ha! That no-good-honey-coloured apprentice was heading straight for Shadepaw. He wondered how this would turn out! Fox-dung. He had to change the elders' bedding. Exceedingly ungracefully, Aspenpaw charged to where he knew the where the quickest path was to where he could gather the closest moss. It may not be the best and least thorny, but they were elders, almost dead! What did that matter? The real 'good' elders were already dead from courageous deeds, not stuck moaning about in a den all day. Uncaring, he pulled the moss and it's roots out --too bad. If the elders' complained, that was their problem; go get the moss yourself! And they did complain --oh yes, they complained. It was enough to drive the poor apprentice crazy! FINE! He shouted, I'll fix your stupid nests, just let me . . . . gather the herbs first! Fuming, he shot out of the den and into the forest --it was time for some fun. Fun indeed, alright now he was pissed. What was Blackhawk doing here? When you think you are big enough to take me on, Shadepaw, you think again. It would serve you best to curb your tongue much as Berrypaw here has done. Greetings, Blackhawk and Shadepaw. he stared at the honey-coloured apprentice menacingly. And of course! I forgot, he snarled, Berrypaw. I must say, I do disagree to one thing you've said there Blackhawk, do correct me if I'm wrong, but we are BoulderClan, yes? Know for being the most Ruthless? And other then that fact, they weren't seriously hurting each other, he narrowed his eyes, I don't see any blood! And perhaps old-grudges, should be left be for them to fight out. We've always known that 'if you back down, you're a coward'. Can't you see this is merely the usual scuffle, not uncommon in our clan? It's the other cat's fault if he looses, it's his problem --not the winners. Berrypaw, Shadepaw --that fight wasn't rough or hard was it? I saw some of it, it looked like you were having a perfectly fine time. Ha, if Berrypaw did say that it was hard, he was admitting a defeat and of course, Shadepaw would say it was easy. He was curious --would Berrypaw choose respect to his warrior elders against his pride? Besides, he spit out, They do have a . . . medicine cat apprentice here --I do believe they were just fine; oh, but of course, you're the warrior here. Just because he was a fox-dunged medicine cat apprentice, didn't mean that he, Aspenpaw, had not the regular guts of the well-known BoulderClan stereotypes. Anyone beside the leader and deputy would have let the fight go on. How could Shadepaw be so unfortunate as to get Blackhawk? He was wining! Unforgivably, their luck didn't run to high these days, that being for most of these Clan cats. nOteS;; I failed --I typed it while hiding so >.>'' and I'm pissed as well so it sucks. Hope you don't mind if I jump in!

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