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we are a traditional, literate warriors based roleplay set many years after the end of the main book series and located within the lake territories. our level ranges from intermediate to advanced, however we do welcome beginners if you are willing to learn how to better meet our minimum word count. so if you like what you see and are interested in becoming part of a growing community, we hope you'll join us. please enjoy your stay!

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WINDCLAN

the Apprentice

rosepaw

status: offline
posts: 6
beetles:
biography: click here
mentor: Coalnose

power

defense

stamina

wisdom

played by Fallow

* WAKE ME UP WHEN IT'S ALL OVER || OPEN Jun 25, 2014 20:22:35 GMT -6

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Post by rosepaw on Jun 25, 2014 20:22:35 GMT -6

Words: 454
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Notes: xxx

SHIN OF ADOX

The little space known as the apprentice den was located toward the back of camp. The nests sat in a circular formation, the older apprentices had their nests in the middle and everyone else claimed an outer ring. The beds of moss were left vacant aside from one which was pushed up against the furthest back wall, right up to the sloping hillside. Rosepaw was curled up; face nestled so deep in moss it was hard to imagine how she could breathe. If her brother hadn’t been required to go along on the sun-high patrol, he would have dragged the nest back with the others; positioning it next to his own. The tom acted as a buffer between his sister and the outside world. Without her brother, Rosepaw didn’t know how she would be able to function.

The pretty she-cat peeked out of her hiding spot. Windclan camp was humming with activity. She saw Coalnose, her mentor, organizing a hunting parting and Morningpaw replacing the elders’ old bedding. Others were dashing across camp, their jaws carrying large scraps of moss. Her eyes widened, her heart rate beginning to quicken. They’re cleaning out the nests?! She blinked, forcing herself to slowly rise from her spot. It wasn’t uncommon for warriors and apprentices alike to clear out all the old bedding in exchange for fresh moss beds. However, Rosepaw felt disturbed by the notion. She didn’t want a new nest. The one she had was the nest she claimed after her terrifying apprentice ceremony. It had become her safe haven. I need to move it… hide it… Her stomach churned, her legs feeling weak and shaky. I can’t… If she tried to hide it, Rosepaw knew the others would ask her what she was doing. She would draw attention to herself. The thought alone sent a pool of bile up her throat.

She touched the nest, paw tracing the worn down moss. When her eyes started to grow hot and sting, she fought back the urge to cry. This is stupid, she wanted to scream at herself. It’s just a nest, why can’t you be normal?! Rosepaw took a breath, willing herself to remain composed. She moved away from the apprentice den, painfully aware of each stride. Her clan mates didn’t spare her a glance but she couldn’t shake the feeling that they were watching her. The young she-cat avoided their gazes and pretended to walk as if she had some sort of purpose; a destination to be because someone needed her. If someone stopped her, she knew she wouldn’t be able to find her voice. There was nothing she could do but hope she went undetected as she walked through the throng of clan cats.

WINDCLAN

the Senior Warrior

COTTONHEART

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posts: 3
beetles:
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power

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stamina

wisdom

played by Rowan

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Post by COTTONHEART on Jun 25, 2014 23:43:13 GMT -6

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[attr="class","cottonpost"]Cottonheart is out on a mid-day hunt, and his target of choice is a big hare. The fields of WindClan are blazing green all around him. The sky is clear of any shape, but for a dotted misty cloud here and there. Because of this, his fur has become almost a blinding white color against the radiant greenleaf grass as he crouches there. His eyes are round, intent on his target. The hare is munching on a blade of grass; he doesn’t know what’s creeping up on him, or the future that awaits. Step by step, Cottonheart inches forward. He’d been at this particular hare all afternoon – it had gotten away from him once, even, due to a lack of patience. So, now the white tom is taking it niiiiice and slow.

The hare freezes, and so does Cottonheart – one paw off the ground.

He stops breathing in reflex, waiting to see his prey’s next move. The breath releases from his lungs when the hare returns to his effortless search for sustenance. This would make a nice meal for some WindClan cat. It’s big. And plump. And juicy, without a doubt.

Cottonheart’s haunches give an instinctual wriggle. He’s mere tail lengths from the rabbit now, and ready to give chase. Y’see, catching rabbits – unlike mice and squirrels – isn’t about sneaking up on them at all. It’s about being faster than them; knowing their next move, and being ready for it. He takes one more step, before something cracks beneath his paw. But he doesn’t have time to find out what that was – the hare heard him and has taken off! The burly white tom gives chase, zigging and zagging every which way in a last ditch effort to catch this evasive creature. He refuses to lose it again. StarClan, however, appeared to be on his side today. Finally, the rabbit makes one wrong move and lands in Cottonheart’s grasp. He grabs it firmly in his claws, dodging ever kick it made to his face before quickly dealing the death-bite to its neck.

This particular hunt lasted a little over two hours, but the actual final chase was over in a heartbeat. The rabbit still dangling from his jaws, he makes his way slowly back to camp. He deserves a break, after all that. “I’m getting rusty in my old age,” he murmurs with a mouthful of hare.

He steps back into camp with no cares, no worries on his mind – until he spots Rosepaw, his daughter, walking around as if she actually had somewhere to go. He knows that this is one of her nervous ticks, but instead of chasing after her, he simply steps ahead of her and pretends that he just so happened to be going the opposite direction. Which isn’t entirely a lie. He steps in front of her, then steps back as if he didn’t see her there. “Aa - …Rosepaw,” he murmurs again. His amber eyes are round like usual, but he tries to hide his concern. Forcing her to confide in him did nothing but worsen her anxiety, or so said Crowfrost. He sets his rabbit down at his paws.

“Do you want this? I just caught it.”

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WINDCLAN

the Apprentice

rosepaw

status: offline
posts: 6
beetles:
biography: click here
mentor: Coalnose

power

defense

stamina

wisdom

played by Fallow

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Post by rosepaw on Jul 1, 2014 13:29:08 GMT -6

Words: 566
Tag: COTTONHEART
Notes: <3

SHIN OF ADOX

Rosepaw knew a great deal of things. She knew the correct way to catch a rabbit, battle training was not always about raw ability if one knew a bit of mathematics, she could identify each bird that lived in the area and what their diet consisted of, but despite all that she knew she still did not have an answer for what was (so apparently) wrong with her. The medicine cat had said something about having a disorder, a disorder that was likely to accompany her through life until she would walk among the stars. The she-cat had rejected the idea, claiming that she would shed herself of whatever illness she possessed, and proceed to shove it in their faces. Of course, she never said that aloud. Instead she meekly nodded, conceding to their notion about her future. Her father didn’t want to believe Crowfrost’s words and so, he tried pressuring her to give him more information, prodding her to open up so that he could help. It was done out of concern, Rosepaw knew that, but she felt her body shut down, her mind recoiling. And that had hurt him.

Cottonheart was a gallant father and, if she could ever form a coherent sentence, she would tell him that he was her hero. Even in the nursery when family would come to visit, they would tell her about Cottonheart’s struggles when he was young and how he overcame them. Perhaps he did not have numerous stories about past battles he was a part of nor did he claim a title of deputy or leader but her father’s internal struggle, the war fought behind closed eyes, was more fulfilling than any title or heroic feat.

The tiny she-cat came to a halt when she always face-planted into someone’s fur. Her eyes widened, heartbeat lodging itself in her throat and ears; so all she could hear was the irregular beats. Rosepaw watched her father feign surprise as he stepped back from her, the rabbit falling to his paws so he could speak. As much as he tried, he couldn’t shield her from his concern, his imminent fear for her health and future. If she could have one moment to ease Cottonheart’s worries, take them all away, she would render her spirit to the dark forest for such a chance.

’Do you want this? I just caught it.’

She looked down at the rabbit; killed with such precision that it appeared to be sleeping if not for its broken neck. “Will you take me hunting with you one of these days?” The words fell out of her mouth; loud, abrasive. Her eyes widened and she could feel everyone stopping their work to look at her; to catch a glimpse at the fool. She flattened her ears; it felt like her clan mates eyes were sifting through her fur. Tact was something that Rosepaw lacked along with other useful social skills. Her outbursts were known around camp, tolerated, but the she-cat felt belittled; knowing their thoughts of her was nothing but pity.

The she-cat wanted to flee but that would make more of a scene. Her mind raced, chest rising and falling heavily as her heart rate continued to increase. I need to go, I need to run… The thoughts persisted, her paws felt itchy. Rosepaw looked at her father, pleading for him to save her once again.