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Post by willow on Aug 16, 2015 4:03:36 GMT -6
Dovepaw had been trembling with excitement as soon as her mentor had said she would be hunting alone. They'd then proceseeded to remind her of the borders, landmarks and hunting areas in the territory. She had pricked up her ears, closely listening to every word before turning and dashing out of the clearing. She headed towards Whispering Hills, knowing that she's catch something there.
She slowed down as she began to hear a beautiful but eerie sound. The warm breeze was flowing through the hills, making them seem as if they were whispering sweet nothings to each other. Dovepaws tail curled as she closed her eyes, pictured herself standing here with her future mate and hearing the sounds of natures romance.
She shook her head. Hunting! She reminded herself. Dovepaw raised her nose, more determined than ever to catch a decent amount of prey. She opened her mouth slightly, drawing the aromas of the badlands over her scent glands. Prairie dog! She recited, purring softly as she named the prey with ease. Her claws unsheathed and then she stopped in her tracks. A warrior from her Clan! She couldn't put a name to a scent, as she still didn't know all the warriors by name. Because of the way CliffClan camp is set out, the warriors didn't have to walk past the nursery, so she hadn't met most of them until she had been named an apprentice.
She was downwind from him and his prey, so she crept forward slowly. She lowered herself closer to the ground, hoping her creamy coat wouldn't stand out too much against the red earth around her. She was on a ledge above him, though she was still too far away to see who it was! She crept towards the edge of the ledge, and looked down cautiously.
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Post by Jay on Aug 16, 2015 4:19:55 GMT -6
Wrenpaw followed nervously after her sister, taking quick, hopping pawsteps. There was so much to remember during training. She didn't feel ready to hunt alone, so she stayed doggedly after his sister. Cowardly? A little, but Wrenpaw had never claimed to be brave. She's staunchly insisted on the opposite, in fact.
Now was no different. She kept her nose to the air, scenting constantly for danger. Anything could come up on them, she knew that. (Nevermind the fact that they were high up. Nevermind that the land was flat and void of foliage. Anything could sneak up on them.
So caught up in her worries over mostly imagined danger, she nearly ran into Dovepaw. She skidded a little, throwing up sand in her haste to back up. She didn't dare even whisper a sorry; Dovepaw was obviously concentrating on something. She leaned around her sister and caught the scent of another cat. CliffClan, like them; she relaxed a fraction of a whisker. Dovepaw crept forward over to the ledge and Wrenpaw followed reluctantly. She glanced over. She recognized the tom vaguely, but she'd never spoken to him, even after becoming an apprentice.
She made a tiny noise in her throat and backed up, leaving Dovepaw to her spying. She looked around, intent on keeping a lookout, and took delicate pawsteps away. Her gaze swept across the territory, easily taking in the sights and parsing out danger.
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Post by willow on Aug 16, 2015 5:12:39 GMT -6
Above them was a beautiful mixture of soft peaches and oranges as the sun crept slowly into the sky. The combination of the wind whispering through the hills and the beautiful sunrise above made Dovepaw gasp. She let her thoughts get carried away by the soft murmering and pastel skies and was suprised when her view was suddenly obstructed by the silver tom that had popped up in front of her. Dovepaws amber eyes blazed in shock.
She scrambled backwards, knocking into her sister as she rolled head over tail. She sat up, looking at her creamy fur, her ears flattened in dismay. She was basically the same colour as her sister! Red dust was sticking to her usually perfectly groomed coat. She shook herself, frowning when most of the dirt stayed clinging to her pelt.
She blinked at the silver warrior, tipping her head to one side. Dovepaw padded over to sit beside her sister, laying her tail on her shoulder in reassurance. She guessed that this encounter might make Wrenpaw a bit anxious and she wanted to remind her that she wasn't alone. For that was what made Dovepaw so confident she knew wherever she would go, she would never be alone. Wrenpaw was not only her sister, but her best friend. They would never be alone if they had each other. She looked towards the sky again, her tail curling in awe at its magnificence.
"It's beautiful." She breathed.
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Post by Jay on Aug 16, 2015 5:32:41 GMT -6
Wrenpaw had turned back just in time to see Silverclaw pop his head over the ledge. She took a startled step backwards, expecting to be reprimanded, but the senior warrior seemed amused rather than angry. Still, her nerves stayed frazzled when Dovepaw took a tumble back, and was reassured by her sister's calming gesture.
She eyed Silverclaw warily, wondering how he'd react past his initial amusement. She still wasn't very used to interacting with many of her older clanmates, only her mother's fellow queens and the medicine cat, none of which really counted.
Wrenpaw lowered her gaze and tucked herself further behind Dovepaw, shy. The older warrior was very intimidating. He seemed as if he knew what he was doing, practically the opposite of Wrenpaw.
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Post by willow on Aug 17, 2015 2:18:58 GMT -6
Dovepaw felt her sister shrink back behind her and a pang of anxiety for the ruddy she-cat shot through her. As if to make up for her sisters unease, Dovepaw sat up a little bit taller fixing the silver tom with her amber gaze. He seemed to know what he was doing, so when he finished speaking, Dovepaw nodded. Her paws shuffled in embarrassment as she realised she still couldn't name this cat.
"Excuse me if this sounds rude," she mewed. "But I don't know your name." Dovepaw dipped her head slightly in respect to the warrior. "I am Dovepaw, and this is my sister, Wrenpaw." Her tail flicked the top of Wrenpaws ear, as if she were sending her sister a silent signal.
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Post by Jay on Aug 17, 2015 3:25:43 GMT -6
A flash of affection and gratitude for her sister shot through Wrenpaw. Thank StarClan for Dovepaw; Wrenpaw didn't know what she'd do without her. She let herself be comforted by her sister's closeness, enough that at her signal she leaned around her a little and managed a little "Hello," to the silver tom before she hid herself again.
Frustration tugged at her. He was one of her clanmates! One she'd never met, sure, but they were both part of the greatest Clan in the badlands. She shouldn't be so shy. But she was, and she just had to live with it.
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Post by willow on Aug 17, 2015 4:44:30 GMT -6
"Pleasure to meet you." She meowed softly to Silverclaw.
Dovepaw had seen the sparkle of interest in the toms eyes as he had swept his gaze of the two sisters, and she had been more embarrassed than ever of her usually spotless coat. But it had made her fur prickle with an unknown emotion, one she was still too young to name, and her ears twitched. She wanted his attention, and if she guessed correctly, he wanted hers. She looked at her paws awkwardly, what was she thinking? This cat was a warrior! And she was barely an apprentice! Its only harmless fun... The thought echoed in her mind as the tom finished speaking.
Hunting? Yes! How exciting! Dovepaw twisted around to talk to her sister, excitement blazing in her amber eyes. She hoped Wrenpaw would want to accept Silverclaws offer. She knew that a run would get some of Wrenpaws nervous energy out, and it would be fun to learn the warriors wisdom. Her tail twitched when she realised that that wasn't the only reason she thought the trip would be fun. |
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Post by Jay on Aug 17, 2015 5:00:45 GMT -6
Dovepaw was looking at her hopefully, Wrenpaw realized with a sinking feeling. It was up to her. She could say no, have Dovepaw all to herself still. Leave the warrior who was looking at her sister in a way she didn't quite like.
But that wouldn't be fair to her sister. She knew her sister would understand, if she said no, if it made her happy, but Wrenpaw couldn't do that to Dovepaw. Some things were more important than being comfortable, and he didn't seem all that bad. Just.. odd.
"Let's go," she mewed weakly, lashing her tail through the dust. It didn't show up on her fur like it did Dovepaw's. Poor Dovepaw! All dusty. It would take ages to wash the dust out. She made a note to help her sisters out, after this debacle.
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