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Post by Owlsong on Jun 8, 2010 16:28:37 GMT -5
Delicate paws landed softly onto the moorland of WindClan's camp. A variety of small plants met her tiny pink pawpads as Owlsong made her way out of the Warrior's den, intending to sit out in the sun for a bit. It seemed very calm lately, a bit too calm for her taste, with little for her to do but wait for orders. She had just recently gotten out of her apprenticeship and longer for a really important mission. The she-cat definitely didn't like fighting, but right now could have gone for just about anything.
It was a fairly warm day, not too hot or cold, and a slight breeze was in the air. It ruffled her soft fur slightly and her eyes twitched to gather in all the noises of the moor. Maybe I'll go hunting, if nothing else goes on today, she thought to herself. Owlsong lowered herself onto the ground and extended her legs to lay down, head on her paws, as her long tail slowly trailed along the ground and stirred around the plants. The sun's rays lulled her quickly into a nap-like state. However, as she didn't intend on laying around uselessly all day, so she made sure not to fall completely into sleep and instead listened to the calmness of the camp around her.
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Heathclaw
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Post by Heathclaw on Jun 11, 2010 16:28:15 GMT -5
"Stupid, mangy, worthless, flea-ridden excuse for a cat..." growled Heathpaw under his breath, bursting out of the medicine den in a fit of anger, oblivious to the calm that his entrance had just disrupted.
He absolutely hated being Rowanwing's apprentice. How was he supposed to get the proper training as a warrior when his mentor had to spend half of his time looking for smelly herbs? And, heck, once Rowanwing finds himself an actual medicine cat apprentice, there'll be even less time for me, thought Heathclaw miserably.
There was an uneven shuffle to Heathpaw's step- a limp caused by a sprained paw, a memento of their last session of combat training. How typical that he'd get hurt when his mentor finally decided to train him.
As he stormed across the camp, thinking his angry thoughts, he paid no heed to where he was going, and so ran smack-bang straight into Owlsong as she sat in the middle of the clearing. At first, he gave her a look of ferocious irritation, and then his expression changed to one of contrition. This was a warrior, after all. "Sorry," he said shortly, stepping around her and making for the entrance.
However, he didn't get farther than two feet when his bad paw twisted under him, sending him tumbling to the ground. "Mouse dung!" Heathpaw spat.
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