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Post by [M]etalpaw-- on May 11, 2008 18:36:35 GMT -5
The air wask brisk in the worst possible way, and, vaguely, Metalpaw noted how glad he was for sleek quality that his pelt retained, and how it stiffled the wind to some extent. Metalpaw was not fond of wind chill, or, to be honest, an unpleasant chill of any sort.
Quietly, the mentorless apprentince stalked through the remains of the decaying leaves and needles that created a spongy layer on the ground. Fourtrees. It was unclaimed ground. It was neutral. Metalpaw could be there... right?
He hoped so. His abnormally curved claws had proved a difficult tool when it came to fishing, well-- at least what little bit of fishing he had figured out how to do. Though the lean tabby was quite self sufficient, there were some things that he couldn't teach himself. And, unfortunately, fishing was one of them. So, instead, he took to the voles and the shrews and the mice-- they were easier for him to catch anyway.
And so, he had begun to meander through the territory looking for prey to take back to camp, and it had led him to this place of ancient trees-- the four, exactly like the clans. And, he imagined, the biggest and the healtiest and the strongest was RiverClan.
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Post by Ghostkit on May 11, 2008 18:51:46 GMT -5
Ghost ran through the bushes, streaking passed trees and roots sticking out from the Earth below. The rabbit he was chasing was clever, bounding left and right. He kept his barrings, even thought he was just a 5-moon old kit he had taught himself how to hunt smaller prey, like mice or ground squirrels. Rabbits, however, he had never tried and decided to. He was so focused on catching the rabbit he didn't notice where he was, Fourtrees. He was suppsoedly found near here in the hollow trunk of a tree by a RiverClan Medicine Cat.
He banished the thought from his head and refocused on his prey, whom he was quickly gaining on. It rounded a tree and took off even faster, Ghost followed. He quickly regretted the sharm turn and ended up slamming face first into another cat. He stumbled over and over until he came to a paiful hault at the mercy of a tree. Ghost lay there for a moment, wondering where he was.
He got up and looked in the direction the rabbit had bounded off to. It was gone. "Damnit!" He yelled aloud. "Thanks for getting in my way!" Ghos hissed at the other cat whom he had run into. His temper settled as he started to lick his left paw, he landed on it and it was sort of sore.
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Post by [M]etalpaw-- on May 11, 2008 19:37:29 GMT -5
The dark tabby was caught off guard when a rabbit shot past him from downwind, and, before he knew it, a white blob collided with him. The air shot out of his lungs, but he was not knocked over.
Metalpaw was a full ten moons, and large for his age to boot, and whatever had hit him was far smaller. Sucking air back into his lungs and shaking his head ever so slightly, the RiverClan apprentince looked down at the white blob. The white blob in question just so happened to be Ghostkit, who, thought Metalpaw, shouldn't be out of camp.
So, the tabby apprentince had gotten in Ghostkit's way? He was glad. Didn't this kit know the warrior code at all? Kits were forbidden from the hunt. For StarClan's sake, he shouldn't even be out of camp! Was self discipline nonexistent?
Despite the distance that seperated the two, Metalpaw's teal eyes were darkened and glaring at the white pelted, odd eyed kit. He should not be talking to a higher ranked cat that way-- not even if if the cat he was speaking too was a mentorless apprentince. "Ghostkit, do you know what the warrior code is?" Metalpaw's already deep voice rumbled and spat in a cross between a growl and a hiss.
This would not do.
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Post by Ghostkit on May 11, 2008 19:51:46 GMT -5
Ghost looked at him dead in the eyes. "Yes I do, but I have been caught hunting before and nobody seems to mind." He stated matter-of-factly. He then realized who he was talking to, an apprentice. Metalpaw. A pang of fear shot through him. "Sorry. I thought you were from another clan or something..." He looked away. "Metalpaw, is it?" He inquired, just to make sure, but his coat was unmistakable.
"I am almost Six moons, about to be apprenticed so I sometimes come out of camp to practice. I know it's against the code but I am not hurting anyo-" He started at Metalpaw intently. "Well, I wasn't expecting you to be out here. Shouldn't you be with your Mentor?" He cocked his head and put his ears back, showing he was dominant.
Ghost was large for a kit, he had been mistaken for an apprentice many moons older by some others but Metalpaw towered over him. To be honest, however, Ghost was not scared of the rather large apprentice. "Who is your mentor?" Ghost asked, walking toward him, only to sit a foot away from him in the padded ground. A cold wind blew by but the kit seemed unfazed. Ghost was used to the cold by now and his medium-long fur usually protected him from the biting cold.
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Post by [M]etalpaw-- on May 14, 2008 22:42:35 GMT -5
The tabby apprentince gazed at the odd eyed kit. Had he honestly just said that it wasn't hurting anyone? Who cared if it "wasn't hurting anyone"? Code was code. You followed it. End of story.
He was about to spit this at the unfortunately white feline, before he held his tongue. Ghostkit wanted to know why he wasn't with his mentor. Ghostkit wanted to know who his mentor was. What was he supposed to say? That a shortage of warriors in a harsh leafbare had left him mentorless? It was prefectly reasonable. He'd been mentored a bit by everyone-- even the expecting Frostberry. He'd wait until the clan was well again, and maybe he'd even be apprentinced to Rippledance, or Spellstar himself! Time would tell. And until then, he'd have to wait patiently, even if he had to deal with nosy, good for nothing kits.
Metalpaw flicked his thick tail, his teal eyes filled with contempt. "The code is the code, and don't forget it. I didn't need a mentor to tell me that." His bass voice spat, not really answering his question about who his current mentor was.
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Post by Ghostkit on May 15, 2008 0:19:24 GMT -5
Ghost glared at the large apprentice. Code was code, but even Spellstar didn't care. He's slipped his tongue about it, and he seemed to ignore it. "I don't understand why you care. And I do not reccomend you treat me like some normal kit." He stood up and smiled, walked closer to Metalpaw. Ghost was large for a kit his age. Easily eight or nine pounds already and muscular, he stood tall, but not as much as Metalpaw.
"You never answered my question. " Ghost smiled wider. "Don't have one? Then why is your name Metalpaw?" He was trying to taunt him, why not? This sounded fun. Maybe a practice kill would help with his plan, get the feeling of how and what it feels like to murder. His claws shot out momentarily, a sign of excitement. Maybe he would attack the kit. it would be perfect, make Metalpaw look like the bad guy, possibly raising himself on the Clan's social latter.
"Maybe your mentor abandoned you. Too frustrating? Rules were not meant to not be broken once in a blue moon, Metalpaw." He glanced away, then stared back at him. "I don't like being talked down to. And I doubt you're in any position to do so, Metalkit." Ghost walked passed him, to continue to the clan camp. He felt good, his arrogant side showing with full intensity. All apart of his plan.
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Post by [M]etalpaw-- on May 15, 2008 22:10:07 GMT -5
The lean apprentince flicked his tail again. He would not[/i] let this kit snare him into a fight. He had too much to lose. The favour of Spellstar, his goal of becoming the greatest cat in the clans... all could slip away if he challenged or fought a kit-- even if he was nearly an apprentince. The code said that you protected them, be they of a kittypet, another clan, or your own.
But, luckily for the tabby tom, as Ghostkit said, he'd be an apprentince soon. Then they could spar together. And he'd show that obnoxious kit. And after Metalpaw put him in his place, he'd be promoted to warrior-- hopefully. He knew he was behind in training, but not by much. The entire clan had been his mentor, and soon enough he'd be able to do good in the clan. Soon enough he'd show them that having weak blood meant nothing.
When Ghostkit referred to him as 'Metalkit' the apprentince unsheathed his claws, but held back. Because he had a mentor did not mean that he wasn't an apprentince. It wasn't his fault that his parent's picked the worst time to have kits. As Ghostkit walked away, the apprentince raised his harsh voice to call after him: [/color]"I doubt you're in any position to become a warrior, Ghostkit." That, could be interpreted a number of ways. As a reference to his coat colour, that gave away his location to just about anything, or a reference to his origins. Perhaps even a reference to his lack of honour and belief in the warrior code. Which it was, if it was only one of the many, Metalpaw didn't say.
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Post by Ghostkit on May 16, 2008 0:11:14 GMT -5
Ghost sharply turned around, bearing teeth, his claws shot out and at the ready. "You leave my past alone, Metalkit. it is not my fault I am an outsider in my own clan! I was found by Seewing and examined, I am RiveClan. My body proves it. My parents are probably dead, and I would have been had it not been for Spellstar's kindness at heart." Ghost's eye twitched. His temper was boiling.
His past was nothing to talk lightly of, nobody, not even Spellstar or even Phantomstar, leader of StarClan, had the right to say anything of his past in a light manner. It was grave and dark. When Ghost becomes leader the first thing he will do is exile this pathetic excuse for an Apprentice. He'll probably still be one by then knowing his temper. "You are a large cat, I'll give you that but you do not intimidate anyone, not even me. You are weak, and you do not deserve to be Warrior. Especially with a mouth like that. I don't care how many moons older you are than me you need to learn to watch it. At least you had parents."
Ghost's words shot at him like daggers. He was still trying to coax the apprentice into attacking him, possibly doing the exile work himself. He needed all competition for Leader out of the way. Ghost glared, his claws retracting and shooting out in slow intervals, teeth still bared. He hissed, bristling his fur. Ghost knew he could be easily killed by the large apprentice, but since he was smaller than him he guessed he would be faster, more limber and able to turn corners quicker in order to get away.
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Post by .x[y]uki-kin[s]x. on May 16, 2008 19:59:59 GMT -5
ooc:// No intrusion intended; Yuki-kins just wants to observe. =3
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Yuki blinked, watching the two cats bicker. It was quite amusing, how foolish the two were, arguing over very simple matters. But... Part of the GhostClan tom wished that he could argue with someone... The best he could do was nod or shake his head. It wasn't like he had a voice to speak his mind. The tom mouthed a sigh, not actually exhaling for fear of discovery. Even though he was around their ages, one older and one younger, he couldn't hope to take down either of them. Fighting had never been one of Yuki's strong points. They both appeared to be old enough to be trained fighters, but from what they were saying, the pale gray tom had gathered that the white one was not in training yet. At the same time, the larger one with the enormous claws had no one to train him. He couldn't really follow the conversation; for he didn't know the ways of the Clan cats or either of the cats personally.
Yuki glanced around at the four large trees. This was technically public property, even for a GhostClan cat, or a loner, as he preferred, so he wasn't breaking any rules. Yuki let his gaze slip to his light gray paws. For once, they were clean, for he had actually found a homeland to rest in; the GhostClan camp. The thin tom looked back up at the two Clan cats, his ever-emotionless face hidden by a few bracken fronds. If the two toms had been paying enough attention to his general area, Yuki could have easily been noticed. But, they were arguing among one another, focusing mostly on each other. That made it easier to hide, but still see what was going on. [/size][/color]
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Post by [M]etalpaw-- on May 18, 2008 15:09:35 GMT -5
Yes, Metalpaw had had parents. Some parents they had been. Weak of mind and body, and verging on useless. Metalpaw knew he would be different. He knew that he'd prove the world wrong. He wasn't useless. He wasn't weak. And he'd be the greatest cat in all the clans. This ridiculous kit wouldn't change that. How could he?
"What are you going to do, Ghostkit? Fight me? Kill me? Have me exiled? If you're looking for a fight, you won't find it here." The shining tabby tom snarled at the odd eyed cat. This was ridiculous. "Don't play for pity, either, you foolish kit. You aren't the only one with a traumatizing past. To live in the clans is trauma. They won't make an exception for you."
The dark, arching, overlarge claws that belonged to Metalpaw dug into the dirt. He had to refrain. He couldn't throw everything away on a kit. Soon enough, he'd be a warrior. And maybe even someday, deputy. But not yet. He had to wait. And he'd do it. He'd wait as long as he had to. With a savage flick of his stout tail, he turned his back to the white kit, and began to walk away.
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Post by Ghostkit on May 19, 2008 17:03:45 GMT -5
Ghost glared. "Look, I struggled more than you will ever know, and, in fact, I still am. I am an outsider, fighting against the same side of the fence. I am a nothing in the clan, at least you know people. All I can do is walk around and think, no friends. Sure, I talk to some of the warriors and Elders but they usually do not enjoy my company." Ghost bowed his head, saddness in his eyes.
He looked at Metalpaw mournfully, but this was, again an act. Maybe he could draw him in this way. Ghost rose his head and froze. He saw a glimpse of another cat in the distance. He sniffed the air, carefully, staring at the dark black or grey figure. He caught the scent of an unknown cat. Ghost looked away immidiately and whispered, "I think someone is spying on us. Look behind you, to the left, next to that dead tree."
Ghost was worried the cat was from ShadowClan, they were known for their ruthlessness. He coulnd't attack the cat though, this was Fourtrees, all cats were welcome here without hostile action. He grunted. That shouldn't be, RiverClan should Dominate this area. 'Humph.' He let out another soft grunt. He kept his head low, before he turned around, and ran off.
'Maybe I can sneak up behind it...' he thought, running silently and swiftly through the forest.
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Post by [s].x.[p].x.[e].x.[l].x.[l] on May 19, 2008 20:00:11 GMT -5
The pale, gray tom watched as the white cat ran off in a different direction. That was odd, considering he had just thrown a new twist to the conversation out. It was ended... Short. Yuki had noted the younger tom looking in his direction, but decided that he couldn't be seen.
Yuki blinked his vibrant, green eyes, intently watching the larger, lean tabby tom. He seemed interesting, seemingly intelligent, restraining from attacking. The tom also appeared to have leadership qualities, and would certainly make a fearsome fighting-cat for the Clan ranks in the future. What were they called? A... Warrior? Yes, that had to be it. Warriors made for killing and war. Yuki yawned silently, and looked back in the direction of the recently claimed GhostClan territory. There were not many cats there, and it was just so much more interesting to watch cats he knew nothing about.
He jerked his head up, looking around behind him. His gray, almost white fur began to prickle as he wondered what was back there. For no apparent reason, Yuki felt as though he was being tracked. The skinny tom stood slowly up, and started to back away from his shadowy hiding spot. Perhaps he had overstayed his welcome... [/size][/color]
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Post by Ghostkit on May 19, 2008 20:11:00 GMT -5
Ghost rounded a tree, bounded over a fallen oak and stopped. There was the cat that had been spying on them. 'What are you doing here?' he thought. He crouched in his hunting pose, then walked forward slowly, not making a sound. Right as he reached pouncing distance the cat moved, walking in his direction! 'Think fast, what to do...what to do!?' Ghost only meant to spy on the cat, whom he knew was a tom due to his scent.
Ghost pounced out of the brush and tackled him, his claws unsheathed. He stabbed the tom, but lost his balance and sent himself rolling end over end until he hit a tree near him. "What..." he got up and licked his paw. "...are you doing spying on us?" Ghost stopped and glared, all hostile intent had disappeared.
"I apologize for the ambush, you sort of startled me when you decided to move. It was only meant to spook you away. You are dangerously close to RiverClan territory." The oversized kit paused. "My territory." Ghost smiled, giving a happy vibe. "What clan are you from, stranger?"
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Post by [s].x.[p].x.[e].x.[l].x.[l] on May 19, 2008 21:31:14 GMT -5
Yuki saw the white tom immediately, and easily avoided his blow, sliding to the side practically before the younger cat could unsheathe his claws. The GhostClan tom could tell from the foreign cat's face and weight distribution of the tom that he was actually younger, just large for his age. Yuki was shocked that he was asking questions instead of attacking. The tom perhaps wasn't trained, for he claimed the "Fourtrees" as his own territory, and didn't realize that he wasn't from one of the actual Clans, but fro the Clan of rogues and loners called GhostClan.
Yuki slowly backed away, his inborn fear of Clan cats kicking in. He prepared to run, but hesitated for a moment, waiting to see whether the tom would attack or not. He had been wanting to test the Clan cat's mettle for a while, and this was a fairly good opportunity. [/size][/color]
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Post by Ghostkit on Jun 12, 2008 3:03:16 GMT -5
Ghost walked toward the strange cat, until he was just a tail-length away. He cocked his head, the licked his paw. "What clan are you from?" His voice had a touch of irritation. "And I mean no harm. I am just a kit you know. Almost six moons though. How old are you?" Ghost decided to bombard the stranger with questions, trying to irritate the cat into fighting. Ghost believed he could fight, even though he had noo training. He firgured if he could hunt, why not fight?
He stopped his thoughts. Maybe this cat wasn't from a clan. Rogue? No. Not at Fourtrees. They'd have to traval through the clan territories to reach here, this small cat would be ripped to shreds by patrol. Ghost kept his claws sheathed, but ready. "Or are you a rogue?" He exclaimed out loud. Then he laughed, trying to lighten the mood of the area.
((2AM.....fried brain.))
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