~c.a.m.p~ {skyclan rocks the ridge!}

[frosty ♥]

A stream glittered from the shafts of sunlight. Everything was quiet except the soft churning of water running over small pebbles. A little delicate paw dipped into the cold water then another, until four paws were standing in its depths. The creature- who was obviously a young cat- moves swiftly to the over side of the stream and trotted a few tail-lengths away.

She flashed her beautiful icy blue eyes over her shoulder with a soft purr of amusement. She finally forced herself to get into the fasting flowing water. She then returned her eyes to her paws; they were damp causing her to shiver ever so slightly. It had already taken a while to find the stream; she didn’t have to lick them dry yet. It was too hot anyway.

Her pelt was a sparkling silver color; her ears were faintly out lined in a lighter shade of silver and so were her paws and tail tip.

The she-cat padded away in silence to camp, she hadn’t told her mother or anyone where she had gone. She knew she was only an apprentice but even cats as young as her needed time alone! Her name was Silverpaw.

She was a soft-spoken cat, never really a “risk taker to speaking” as her mother would say. Silverpaw gazed around; she had to have an excuse for being out so early. The clan would be angry if they found out she just wanted to be alone and explore their territory somewhat more.

The she-cat eyes locked onto a pheasant. It was huge! Too huge. She raked her eyes off the creature as she stopped in thought. If she could catch it her mentor would be pleased. Silverpaw then turned onto the direction of her prey quite hesitantly, with a breath of air she slunk into the shadows of the undergrowth. She was then close enough to be a few rabbit-hops behind. Her eyes focused and she swallowed hard. In a matter of heartbeats she flashed out of the bushes and pounced on the pheasant. She bit down on its neck as hard as she could until it went limp under her. Silverpaw leapt off her fresh-kill, her eyes gleamed with astonishment and happiness. “I did it,” she murmured to herself in disbelief.

Soon after, Silverpaw was depositing her catch on the pile and was trotting over to a sunny spot of earth. She gave her paw a few gentle licks and drew it over her ear multiple times until she was satisfied. A gentle purr rumbled from her body.

The she-cat wasn’t a cat for journeys or rowdy games, she liked to observe and explore making her mind wide and complex. You would think that Silverpaw would be as intelligent as any apprentice but her intellect is far more superior. She knows some medicine cat herbs; she had one dream from StarClan where her father had visited her, and more hunting techniques that she herself had made up. This is Silverpaw the silent and steady.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

"But I really want to show it to you!"
"No, you stupid furball, I'm busy!"
"But it'll only take a second!"
"No, Inkpaw!"
"You know you want to, Dreampaw...."
"Yeah, right. Get lost, mouse-brain!"
"You don't mean that either, Dreampaw. You really like me, don't you?"
"No, now go away!"

Such were the everyday - perhaps every hour or every waking minute - of the two apprentices: one a beautiful silver tabby she-cat while the other was a black tom cat. Right now, they were in the middle of another one of their quarrels. Anger flashed through the she-cat's green and blue eyes, frustration mounting up within her at the stupidity of the black tom cat she was talking to.

Meanwhile, the tom cat was filled with excitement as he tried to get Dreampaw to say that she loved him. So far, he was failing miserably, but that didn't keep his spirit down for long. He would succeed one way or another - or die trying.

Now we find ourselves inside of the black apprentice's - Inkpaw's - mind. You see through his eyes a rather pretty silver tabby she-cat and in your opinion, she's the most beautiful she-cat on the entire earth. I love her! you think.
Crazy thoughts, eh?

Inside of Dreampaw's mind, you look at Inkpaw with hatred. You think to yourself mentally, He's such a stupid little mouse-brained furball! But his eyes are so spirited... WAIT, WHAT AM I SAYING?

The fickle thing known as hatred and love.

[Battooth]

A young she-cat lay in the corner of camp, grooming her gray fur contentedly. She gazed out at the camp with amber eyes, a spark of happiness lighting within the depths. She could look around and be happy...

The she-cat returned to grooming after watching the camp for another second. Her tongue swiped dirt from a nice gray coat, with subtle darker stripes. The stripes went all the way to her tail, ending in a ring around the tip. She liked to think she was rather pretty. She just didn't say this outloud.

The she-cat finished after a moment, swiping her pink tongue over her jaws a few times. She gazed again at the camp, but rather than make her feel happy, it upset her for a moment. She was struck by a sudden wave of homesickness. She had been born in EarthClan, but after her parents' deaths, she had left and joined SkyClan. She wanted to see her brother again, if only for a second.

But she was a SkyClan cat now. Mistheart, a loyal warrior of SkyClan. A loyal warrior with divided loyalties, no matter how hard she tried.

Mistheart sighed, lay her head on her paws and watched the other cats mill about.

[[:; [h] e a r t ::♥]]

A silver she cat walked lightly in the warn sun, her gray tabby stripes standing out against her shining silver pelt, her sky blue eys glittering. Today was a new day, a new day to impress Inkpaw, the apprentice that she loved. Sure, he was slightly weird and, well; just...different,and a bit of a show off. But he liked himself the way he was, and that is what Moonpaw liked about him. What cat could be perfect, after all? Looking around, she spotted the black cat quarreling with the she-cat he favored - Dreampaw. Annoyance tinted her emotions slightly, but she threw them aside with the slight hope of knowing that Dreampaw disliked Inkpaw.
But would it be enough to make Inkpaw like her instead?

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

"C'mon, Dreampaw, it'll only take a moment!"
"No."
"Please?"
"Go away."
"But..."
"Inkpaw, leave me /alone/!"
"I know you'll really like it!"

Dreampaw spun around, anger darting around and crackling in her luminous eyes. "Fine. But this had better be fast and hopefully you'll leave me alone after this stupid little show-off technique!" she snapped at him, her tail lashing out at the ground, causing deep furrows and grooves to become embedded within the ground beneath her paws. Indeed, when Dreampaw was angry at Inkpaw, she would be extremely irritated, only wanting one thing: to be rid of Inkpaw.

Yet, if Inkpaw were to actually die, she knew that she too would mourn the loss of him. Pity would swallow her up, but right now, it was rage and annoyance as well as frustration that engulfed her emotions currently. "Are you going to show me or are you going to make me wait all day?" she asked impatiently, her voice still rich and melodic despite her anger.

Inkpaw had been standing at her, his mouth slightly open as his tail twitched with anticipation. She had actually /agreed/ to letting him show her his trick. That was the first step in getting her to like him! Yes! he exclaimed mentally. "Prepare to be amazed!" he boasted cheerfully. He leaped up in the air slightly clumsily - being Inkpaw and all.

When he had finally crashed down to the ground, it was a surprise to find him on his forepaws only, with the rest of his body in the air. It was a slightly lopsided, yet nearly perfect imitation of a handstand for a cat. "See?" he asked eagerly, looking at Dreampaw, although his voice was strained with attempting to hold his weight in his forepaws for so long.

Dreampaw looked at him for a short pause - the amount of time that Inkpaw was able to hold himself up in the handstand. After a little while, he collapsed to the ground with a reasonably loud "oof". He looked up from his position on the ground, hoping that Dreampaw would praise him a little for the (not really) amazing feat he had just completed. "What d'you think?" he asked, nearly bouncing up and down with excitement.

"I was just getting to it." Dreampaw snapped at him. "Do you know how ridiculous you look like that? And do you know what we shouldn't be wasting this time just standing around while you try to show-off and be conceeded in front of me?" she hissed at him, her ears leaned back slightly - the beginning of them being pressed against her cranium firmly.

Well, Inkpaw's contemplations of how she was going to reacct were completely wrong, now weren't they? She had been anything /but/ impressed with what he had done. "But... Don't you think it was cool?" he pressed, trying to pry the answer from her. His firm belief was that deep down inside, she truly loved him. She just didn't want to show it yet.

One day she will! Inkpaw declared in his mind triumphantly, not noticing in all his glory that Dreampaw was looking at him, her head tilted to the side. "You know you're really annoying, right?" she mewed.

Any normal tomcat would've given Dreampaw a sharp retort, but Inkpaw didn't respond. Instead, he favored drinking in her sweet scent and the sight of her. The way the sun glinted off of her silver tabby coat... Her exoticly colored sparkling, beautiful eyes...

Love could make you loony, couldn't it?

[Battooth]

Mistheart's ears perked as two scents caught her attention. She turned and looked towards the camp entrance, where two cats were pushing their way through. One was a tom, the other a she-cat.

The she-cat was a pretty ginger tabby with a white chin, chest, and tail tip. Her left ear was torn and in shreds, but the wound was healed and just a reminder of the battle from so long ago. A scar running down her shoulder served as another reminder of a badger's huge claws.

The tom the pretty queen walked with was big and muscular. Not to say the she-cat wasn't. He was just slightly bigger, although both had the strong back legs of the cats in SkyClan. The tom had a white body, but on the very top of his head was a single spot of ginger fur that reached to his ears and ran down to his amber eyes.

The two cats were carrying fresh-kill, having just come back from a hunting patrol. As they dropped the mice and rabbit into the pile, the she-cat’s ears pricked as Mistheart called their names. “Flamefoot, Onespot! Over here!” the gray cat called.

Onespot winced, not wanting to have to spend time with the gray she-cat. She loved torturing him for some reason, and the tom hated having anyone poke fun at him. He sighed as his sister trotted happily towards Mistheart, following after the ginger she-cat. As much as he disliked the gray cat, he loved his sister, and would follow her to the end.

“Hi Mistheart,” Flamefoot meowed, throwing herself down and giving Mistheart’s cheek a quick lick. “How’s your morning been?”

“It’s been good,” the gray cat meowed. “Even if a tom as big as the biggest tree in the forest decides to block out the sun and make leaf-bare come early.” She looked pointedly at Onespot and flicked her ears back good-naturedly. The tom rolled his eyes and sat down on his sister’s other side, then began grooming, not bothering to dignify Mistheart’s supposed joke with a response.

Flamefoot laughed along with her best friend and the two groomed each other’s ears for a moment before looking at the camp. “Inkpaw after Dreampaw again?” Flamefoot asked Mistheart.

The gray she-cat nodded. “From what I can tell, yes,” she meowed, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “I wonder when one of them will give up…”

((All three of meh kittehs are open for apprentices if anyone needs a mentor.))

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

((If you wish, Battie, any of your warriors can mentor either Dreampaw or Inkpaw. :3))

"Quit staring at me, Inkpaw. It's unnerving and annoying," Dreampaw hissed to the tomcat who was gazing loony-eyed towards her. She turned and padded away, an air of irritation and frustration surrounding her. This was one of the times when you didn't want to get within a few tail-lengths of her.

Inkpaw blinked, staring after Dreampaw. He heaved a sigh, still watching her, admiring the elegant way her speedy and lithe frame moved. The sun glinted off of her silver coat in the most gorgeous way... My gosh, he was just crazy lovesick, wasn't he?

His hazelnut eyes danced with spirit. Sooner or later he would get Dreampaw to like him for who he was. After all, he himself thought that he was perfectly fine with how he was and didn't see the need to change how he acted - unless it would somehow alter the way Dreampaw saw him.

He saw Mistheart, Onespot, and Flamefoot. He darted over to them, his paws racing underneath him. If you hadn't known Inkpaw, you would've thought that this was a moment of utmost emergency - and as a matter of fact, it /was/ - for Inkpaw, anyway. "Flamefoot! Mistheart! Onespot!" he called out loudly.

Inkpaw was just about to reach the full-grown warriors when he tripped over a rock. He hissed with frustration, glancing over to the figure of Dreampaw to see if she had witnessed his moment of... un-gracefulness? As if he were graceful at all. Heaving himself to his paws quickly and praying to StarClan with all his might that Dreampaw hadn't seen him fall, he skidded to a halt just a few mouse-lengths from the three warriors. Looking up at them, he mewed, "I need your help."

Dreampaw has indeed witnessed the scenen of Inkpaw tripping over the rock. She regarded it with a slight purr of amusement. "Silly," she mewed, her eyes sparkling with laughter. Inkpaw was indeed clumsy. If he wasn't so concieted and big-headed, she might have even learned to consider him as a friend.

But with his current arrogance, she couldn't like him at all - not even as a friend. It was just plain stupid. Plain, plain stupid.

[Agii♫]

Lightly dappled silver paws kneaded themselves in to the soft heather that flecked the scenery, prey flourishing as best as it could around the areas, scuttling and skitting around the edges of the thick patches of the colourful shrub. Dew flecked the tall hard grasses, accustomed to the hardy weather and conditions of the lush valley. Indeed it was not as hard as the firm tips of the heather--as one might presume--however for the soft-pawed ones, they shall not be unwary of the earth beneath their soft pads.

To her, it was as home as a home could get.

It was about time when her patrol had finished, and her light small paws took her straight in to the heart of SkyClan camp. Long tail high and proud, she pranced gracefully and purposely in to the heart, passing the fresh-kill pile without a glance of her moss-hued eyes. Brightly sparkling with a comic, sober edge, she flickered an ear to the romping apprentices. Pulling her metallic lips back in a devilish smile, she chuckled to herself.

Oh, how that had been her when she was young.

Turning her attention to the few warriors that passed her by, Northstar gave a respectful smile and nod as they greeted her warmly. Briskly she padded up to Mistheart, head held high in pure authority. "Mistheart,"she started with a softly prodding voice. "Would you be so kind to take another with you out on a quick patrol? I must talk with Flamefoot."

[Battooth]

((Could Onespot mentor Inkpaw, and Flamefoot mentor Dreampaw Blackie?))

Mistheart nodded. "I'll take Onespot and Inkpaw," she meowed, figuring Inkpaw could ask what he needed to while they did something useful. She dipped her head to the she-cat she now called her leader. She flicked her tail to the two toms to follow her, glancing over her shoulder at Flamefoot as she padded towards the entrance. A small fire lit in Mistheart's belly as she realized that Northstar was trusting her to take a patrol out and lead it, rather than ask a cat born to the Clan. Her amber eyes glowed with pleasure.

Onespot stood and followed after Mistheart, meowing, "You can tell me while we're walking," to Inkpaw. The young tom seemed to have far too much energy, and maybe having to talk while running would tire the apprentice out enough for him to talk without bouncing off the camp barriers.

Flamefoot stood when she heard Northstar's comment, her ears flicking back in worry as Northstar subtly made it clear that she wanted to talk to her alone. "What do you need Northstar?" the ginger asked. "Is there something wrong?"

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

((That's fine. :3 Of course, Battie.))

"All right!" Inkpaw replied eagerly, leaping up to his paws and bounding after Mistheart and Onespot. He could barely keep up - his short, chubby legs had to run at double the speed the long legs of the other warriors had. "Wait up!" he called, then regretted the words. How would he ever get Dreampaw to like him and be impressed with him if he had to tell warriors to slow down so that he could catch up to them? No, instead, he should catch up to them using his own muscle and speed. Yes, that was right. Suddenly, he went from slowly dwindling paces to a black figure that surged forwards, nearly catching up the other warriors. Yes! he thought to himself. Now, if Mistheart and Onespot told Dreampaw how fast he had been, then she would probably be impressed with him.

He stumbled over a rock - again - but this time, regained his balance. Oh gosh! Was he actually making his way down the path of becoming the greatest warrior in the whole forest? Was he actually going to make Dreampaw like him? Inkpaw gave a yowl of excitement as he managed to not fall after he had stumbled. His pace had only slackened a bit, and when he looked up, his black paws moved quickly underneath him to catch up with the two warriors ahead of him yet again.

Dreampaw, meanwhile, was grooming herself. She sat up straight, her tail curved around her frame and resting on the ground in front of her. Raising a dainty paw, she ran her rough pink tongue over it and wiped it over her face, cleaning her face. After a few more procedures like that, she turned her elegant head and gave her gleaming silver tabby fur a few licks. It didn't take much grooming for her to feel normal and - yes, she had to admit, pretty.

Turning her green and blue gaze to the forest, she saw Inkpaw leaving with Mistheart and Onespot. "Thank StarClan he's on a patrol and won't be here to annoy me!" she murmured in a quiet tone of voice. Out of the corner of her bright green eye, she saw Flamefoot, her mentor, speaking to Northstar - the leader of SkyClan, obviously. She couldn't quite read the expressions on their faces, but she felt as if it weren't anything too serious. Perhaps they were just exchanging pleasantries.

[Agii♫]

Following with her bright moss-hued eyes as the apprentice and two warriors set off, Mistheart in the lead, the silver leader controlled her breathing to a placid and even tone. Immensely long, thickly-furred tail undulated in the soft breeze that caught a small heather patch alongside her lithe paws. One large ear twitched as the wind caressed her spine greatfully, Northstar turned back to Flamefoot with a light smile.

"Of course not, Flamefoot; I believe this is good news."

She blinked before twisting an ear over to the side where the young female apprentice was grooming herself. It was exactly the apprentice she had been pulsing about, and did not want the collected she-cat to overhear her words that crawled up her throat steadily and cooly.

Pushing over to the side so that only the back of her shoulder and haunches were facing Dreampaw, Northstar continued.

"At moonhigh, I will hold a gathering at Highrock, and I you, along with Onespot, will be sitting beside me to receive your first apprentices." The very words that slipped elegantly from her slim jaws swelled her metallic chest with pride. She needed not prepare the apprentices at this moment, for she still needed to speak with Onespot after they came back from their patrol.

[Battooth]

Mistheart chuckled softly at the young apprentice and slowed a bit. "Pace yourself Inkpaw," she meowed. "You'll be able to keep up eventually, but until then, I'd rather you not collapse on patrol." She flicked the tom's nose with her tail as she fell into step beside him.

Onespot purred softly to himself as Inkpaw tripped. "And try to keep your paws under you," he meowed. The two warriors slowed down after a few moments and began walking, Onespot signaling for Inkpaw to slow as well. "Now," he meowed, "What's on your mind? You were going to ask us something in camp."

Flamefoot's tail lashed with anticipation. "Thank you Northstar!" she meowed happily. An apprentice! What an honor! She glanced over at Dreampaw, her eyes shining. She realized with a jolt that her first apprentice, and Onespot's first apprentice would mean two young cats being trained by two cats new to mentoring. She prayed to StarClan that she wouldn't mess anything up.

[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

Even from afar, Dreampaw could see that Flamefoot was delighted at the news he had just recieved. Wondering what it was, she continued grooming herself - although she appeared fine. She wasn't sure what to do currently, having no mentor. The silver tabby she-cat went to her paws and padded over to a sunny spot in the Camp clearing - although most of the clearing was indeed, sunny, since the ridge was filled with sparse amounts of foilage.

A gentle lull of wind went by swiftly, rustling the clumps of heather surrounding the camp lightly. Shadows wavered back and forth as they covered various parts of the ground. Fascinated by the shadows, she watched them, her eyes sparked with interest. It wasn't something absolutely brilliant, but being bored, Dreampaw found even the most simplest things fascinating.

"But I want to catch up /now/!" Inkpaw mewed with slight indignation, although he was careful not to let it carry through to his current emotions. To answer Onespot's statement, he answered, "It's about Dreampaw. I /love/ her, but she absolutely hates me!" he mewed.

Oh, alert the media. Inkpaw likes Dreampaw.
Heck, the whole Clan probably knew that from the way he acted around her and attemptd to impress her. Inkpaw himself believed that no one in the Clan knew who he favored - not even Dreampaw, although it was completely obvious to all the cats.

"She says I'm conceited and annoying and weird, and so do a lot of cats, but she herself mostly says it!" Inkpaw whined, slackening his pace so that he was in the same rhythm and speed as the two warriors with him. "But I /love/ her!" he exclaimed again, picturing her face. To him, it was the most beautiful face in the world, but of course, that was just what love did to you.

[moon]

Sorrowsoul looked over his supplies, his pure black coat matching his pure black heart. If you took a look inside him, you would see black heart, black teeth, a whole bunch of black basically. And still he is a medicine cat, caring for the cats in his clan. He looked at that Marigold supply, good. Brasil, almost too much, but then again a medicine cat could never have too much medicine. Poppy seed, low.

Sorrowsoul looked up from his stocks and meowed dully. "Goldenpaw! Would you please fetch me some Poppy seed?" Goldenpaw, looked up from the herb mixture jumping up. "Sure!" She padded outside, her small body lean for speed, her soft brown eyes bright with excitement. As she reached the camp clearing, she paused for a minute, letting the warm sun reach her golden pelt, as her name implies, her pelt was a golden brown. Her eyes a soft light brown with a darker brown as a rimming.

Sorrowsoul sighed, "So young, so fast, I wish I was still like her." He finished checking his herbs, and wished he had waited until he had finished counting his supplies to send Goldenpaw out, they were short on Chervil too. He quickly forgot about it and padded over to what Goldenpaw had been working at.

His body was broad and has large powerful muscles. How he got them I don't know. He would have made a great warrior, except for his deep desire to learn medicine so that he did not have to kill with his bare paws. He dropped some catnip into the mixture, and starting working at it, thinking about what he would do in certain situations for example Blackcough, oh how he longed to find a cure for Blackcough.

Meanwhile, Goldenpaw was almost to the Lakeside. She opened her mouth taking in a deep breath, she could smell multiple herbs, Catmint, Burdock Root, and multiple others. "What did Sorrowsoul want again?" She murmered to herself. "Ah, Poppy Seed! That's it." She padded toward the scent of the Poppy Seed, and went to work on grabbing a large supply of it.

[Agii♫]

All in all, it's hard to choose.
It was not her choice, but her duty.
One cannot regret.
One cannot forget.
The past, the love, and the decease that pulls back.

Blinking gently, pulling her silver lips back, soft cheek fur expanding, Northstar gave a solemn smile as she nodded. The wind picked up at that very moment, embracing the prideful flicker in her deep moss gaze and thanking the air that gripped her now. Caressing her silky fur, the she-cat filled her lungs with its sweet scent, letting her slim jaws drop slightly to drink in the rejeuvenizing aura of it all.

Eyes closing in a greatful and dismissing blink, the leader turned to the warrior. "Go and join Mistheart, and ask Onespot to come see me right away," she said in a placid, confident tone. Brushing against the unevident wind with her long metallic tail, Northstar turned and padded away smoothly.

From the corner of her sharp eyes the leader caught a glimpse of the female apprentice studying Flamefoot for a brief moment before turning to groom herself. With a dim smirk, the elegantly-built leader breathed out a quiet purr of amusement, whiskers twitching comically. Would Dreampaw and Inkpaw get a grand time.

Abruptly she changed her course, shoulder blades rippling beneath her thick, short-furred coat, and headed towards the apprentice. Eyes wide and bright with a wise sense of coquettish-ness, Northstar halted her litheful padding as she settled beside Dreampaw. "Don't worry," the silver she-cat smiled wisely, "you won't have to be near him for much longer."