A Bit Of Color {Open}

[Chinchilla]

[/b]" He asked the camp, a plaintive note to his voice. He mostly wanted attention. Attention and praise for getting all these pretty feathers!

"I was careful not to break them." He told no one in particular, sitting and lifting a paw to brush a stray feather off of the top of his head. "They're really nice feathers." It didn't really occur to him that his feathers were useless. As far as he was concerned, they were the greatest feathers that the world had ever seen!

Squirrelpaw twitched, tail flopping about. Sitting still and staring at the camp was boring! So he smacked his paw into the feather pile, sending his blue treasures flying. With a squeak, the apprentice set to trying to round them up again. "I've got them! No worries!" He yowled, diving after a feather. His attempt at grabbing it with one paw only sent it flying further into the air. "Pfft! Stupid feather! Come back here!"[/ul]

[wolf]

Wolfeye let out a small purr as he saw the younger tom. He had watched Squirrelpaw with his one good eye as he came in carrying the lifeless blue jay. It had looked like it was a good catch, it also appeared that very proud of his catch. He flickered his tail and he remembered his own apprenticeship.

Of course when he was an apprentice he was not as jolly lifting as his apprentice. Wolfeye had been put out and angry at his rejection from his father and his own disability. Soon though the salty tom turned into a better cat. He was still touchy about his blind eye and had a temper, but he had it under control better.

Woleye shook his head and brought his thoughts to an end. His glazed forced on Squirrelpaw again. He let out a chuckled as the apprentice sent the feather flying. Then, as he tried to collect them, he sent them flying even more.

Wolfeye stood onto his paws and smiled. He padded towards the apprentice and stood onto hind paw and collect a couple of the feather between his paws. He landed on his side as to not break the feathers. He gently placed the feathers on the ground. Then, stood back up. He smiled at Squirrelpaw. "Seems you lost your feathers! By the way great catch! He looks fat and healthy!" Wolfeye purred.

He looked at he rest of the flying feathers. He looked back at the younger tom. "Would you like help collecting those remaining feathers? He chuckled. He was having the slow urge to jump and pounce at them. Seeing as Wolfeye was just made a warrior he still had those kit like urges to pounce on things, who knows maybe he will always have those urges.

[Moor]

She watched quietly, crouched in the entrance of the apprentice den tunnel, pressed as close to the smooth, hard wall as she could get herself. Her greenish eyes watched Squirrelpaw as he happily entered camp, holding a- what was that? It look liked a blue-jay! Disgusting! How could he even hold that in his mouth? Cherrypaw shuddered a little, indulging her personal disgust for the taste of bird, then focused on the scene again. She watched silently as her brother played with the gorgeous blue feathers. Oblivious. Crouching lower, she crept out of the den, trying to make herself as small as possible.

The movement of another cat caught her eyes, and she froze. If she was going to practice stalking, she needed to notice when other cats were coming! Oh well. It was just Wolfeye. She didn't anticipate her plan of sneaking up and pouncing on Squirrelpaw being frowned upon by this particular warrior. In her eyes, he was a pretty jovial tom himself, one cool cat to be around. She moved once again.

Slowly, now, slowly. One foot in front of the other. Don't flex your claws! The sound will only draw attention to you! Yes, your paws are big, but you can still set them down quietly. How far have you gone now? Oh, your tail is still touching the wall of that tunnel? Not very far, then...

Cherrypaw blinked hard and shook her head, dispelling the voice from her head. Why was she talking to herself like that? It happened a lot, but she figured that it made her certifiably crazy, and she was not one to just let herself fall into craziness. She put one foot in front of the other. Her claws started unsheathing, but she stopped them. She noticed how loud her big paws were on the hard ground, she felt her tail against the wall that she had just crept from.

Oh, dash it all, she was just telling herself the same thing a second ago! And she was making too much noise to stalk, anyway... so... might as well just run up and pounce!

In less than a second she had peeled away from her hiding place, charging straight for her target. "Mrow!" she cried as she barreled toward her brother. She wanted to ram into him and send him flying, pick a little play-fight, just like when they were kits. The thought of those pretty blue feathers was a distant memory in her mind now. In battle, no one took the time to worry about if they were destroying something beautiful in the process. They just tried to survive.

[blasphemy]

L A R K P A W
it's easy to succumb to overwhelming fears inside

the bright globe in the sky was a brilliant light across the camp. dens were illuminated with the glowing light of the sun's rays and the inhabitants seemed to be rejuvenated under the warmth. cats milled about in the usual daily chores of life, patrols and hunting parties returned and left in packs ranging of three to six cats. one of those returning patrols contained a small, fluffy chocolate plump ball. her stubbiness often hindered her performance on especially challenging patrols, but as an apprentice it was part of her duty to help the clan.

the youngster stumbled forth into the camp, her legs cramping from the combined exhaustion of lack of sleep and a territory patrol. being a recently made apprentice, larkpaw was still not used to the rigorous training and endurance required of her. not only that, but every little sound of the forest sparked a panic attack within her and therefore she was mentally exhausted as well. her paws felt dead, very little feeling sparked in those nerves, and she walked slowly until reaching the entrance of the apprentice den. once there, she just laid in the opening, eyes facing the outside until she succumbed to a cat nap.

when she awoke, the sun had risen high in the sky, sunhigh, and she could finally get some feeling in her paws. near the fresh-kill pile, an apprentice, her mind to fuzzy to tell which, had feathers spread about on the ground. her head lolled to the side a bit as a warrior approached the apprentice and then another apprentice charged towards the first. whats the fuss about? her curious mind questioned, but at the moment, she was too comfortable to engage in an encounter with them all. she let out a mrrow of laughter when the first apprentice tried to grasp a feather out of the air, she hadn't noticed in the beginning that they were also raining down from above.

sleep tugged relentlessly at her eyes, making her blink several times in slow succession. she fought the sensation, wanting to see the outcome of the situation. she stretched out onto her side, watching the the charging apprentice as they neared the apprentice with feathers and warrior. just what will happen?


[status] complete
[words] idfk
[notes] hope you guys don't mind if i join
[tag] chinchilla&&squirrelpaw, wolf&&wolfeye, moor&&cherrypaw

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