∂εstΐŋy
Senor Apprentice
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Post by ∂εstΐŋy on May 10, 2009 12:51:10 GMT -6
-----PRIDEKIT OF EARTHCLAN----- [/left][/size][/color]
An older kit nearing six moons stood an the nursery entrance, peering around the corners to make sure no one was watching before making his escape. This was Pridekit, son of Ashfire. With his bright orange pelt, soft golden eyes, and alluring voice he was nothing less than a charmer. And boy did he know it. He walked with an oddly believable air of authority despite the fact that he was not even an apprentice yet. As he neared the fresh-kill pile, a smirk of success crossed his face, quickly vanishing into nothingness as other cats appeared. Now he would see how long he could keep up the charade of him being allowed out of the nursery.
So, he thought, This is what it's like outside of that stuffy kit-den. Pridekit had dreamed of performing such an escapade for ages, but finding a time when the watchful eye of one of the queens was not upon him was difficult. Somehow they seemed to know that he would be the one to cause trouble. That was no problem though, for it only offered more of a challenge for his young mind to puzzle its way through. And now it had obviously paid off, for here he was, laying in the camp clearing with the appearance of an ordinary apprentice with cats wandering all around. The only signs of his growing pleasure were invisible to those who did not look closely. Things such as the excited twitching of his skin and slowly waving tail were just a couple. His face, however, showed nothing of his lie.
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~Night~
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Post by ~Night~ on May 12, 2009 18:07:10 GMT -6
Darkstorm ~The young tortoiseshell she-cat pushed her way out of the Warriors den. After being out hunting for half the night and the entire morning, a nap was much needed. She yawned, and licked her lips, quickly padding over to the fresh kill pile. She grabbed the first thing on the top of the pile. A rather scrawny mouse. It didn't matter. She hadn't been very sucessful in her hunt, or at least, she felt that she hadn't been very sucessful, so she shouldn't have a good share of the food that had been caught. She would leave the better prey for the more successful clan hunters. Her blue and green eyes surveyed the camp clearing, looking for someone to sit with. She saw a young cat, and approached. It was Pridekit, who should have been in the nursery.~ Hello Pridekit. Aren't you supposed to be in the Nursery? |
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∂εstΐŋy
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Post by ∂εstΐŋy on May 15, 2009 16:05:18 GMT -6
-----PRIDEKIT OF EARTHCLAN----- [/left][/size][/color]
A cat neared the pile of prey. It was a younger tortoiseshell warrior. As she contemplated what to take to eat, a sly grin blinked across the toms' face. This was where the fun began. Wishing to appear at least semi normal, he turned away his face, focusing his golden gaze on a group of conversing cats. Keen ears alerted the mind that the she-cat warrior was approaching. Her paws fell with a soft thump that raised a small cloud of dust from the dry ground. Soon the sound stop, and he returned his attention to his fellow clan member. He could be quite convincing. She would believe his story. He had no doubt of that.
"Supposed? Under what law? Last I checked there was no such thing included in our code, " he mewed. Eyes of soft golden bore into those of this she-cats. Darkstorm, if he was not mistaken. He was good at remembering names. "Besides, " he began, "It's crowded in that nursery, what with all those kits and their mothers. When one or two journey out it's nice to have that bit of space. And it's not like I'm far, they can just stick their head out and call me back in. I'm practically an apprentice anyway. No one will care." Everything about the young tom said he was telling the straight truth. His eyes especially were bright and deep. What a talent it was to be able to reflect whatever emotion on yourself you wanted. Even if it was not what you really felt.
In truth, Pridekit had told nothing that was a straight lie, although his last sentence was pushing the matter. He had simply arranged the facts in a convincing way that he hoped made it sound like such a thing was of little importance. After all, he was not like some of the others who had ventured out of camp. No, that was for another day. He would need much more practice before being able to pull of something of that scale. If things happened to take on a turn for the worse here, he would just change things up and head over to the elders den. That was a perfectly reasonable place for a kit to hang out.
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~Night~
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Post by ~Night~ on May 30, 2009 18:03:44 GMT -6
Darkstorm ~The she-cat nodded thoughtfully. It was true. With just Sleetpads and her kits inside the nursery, it was crowded, but Sleetpads was not the only mother in the nursery. Earthclan had been blessed with many kits this season. Perhaps Starclan is preparing us for something bad that is to happen. Darkstorm thought, her different colored eyes went vacant for a second as she thought.~ I feel sorry for you. You won't be an apprentice very long when Sleetpads' kits are old enough to join you. Eventually, we shall all be stuffed into the warrior's den, with no space to even blink. When that happens, I'm moving in with the elders. |
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