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Glacierpaw had finally completed her training as a trial in WinterClan. After long, hard, two grueling moons of training under Diamondheart, she was finally apart of the Clan, and was starting her legacy as a trainee. She took this chance to explore the territory furthermore, going to the parts where she was forbidden to go to when she was merely a trial. This time, her paws took her to the border of FallClan, which was south from WinterClan.
Light pawsteps fell against the wet soil as rain poured down from the heavens, wetting Glacierpaw's coat and causing her long, thick fur to become heavy. The longest hairs drug against the ground, and grime and filth began to cover Glacierpaw's silver pelt as she trudged forth. Brown eyes blinked as a few raindrops hit her face, and when she saw cover under a large tree with thick branches and leafs beginning to bud on said branches, she ran to it. Unbeknownst to her, though, she had barely crossed the line into FallClan territory.
all i do is sit underneath my partner's cat while she snores on top of me.
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Post by artica on Mar 26, 2019 20:24:21 GMT -5
He was drenched, but so be it. Today he had a day to escape and explore, and he was insistent on going out-- rain, storm, snow, hail, no matter what. He hadn't had the chance to go out on his own yet, and was eager to taste independence, as he thought it would be more exquisite than any mouse he'd had the chance to eat. Something jarred him. He was delicate on his feet. He caught an unsettling scent as he was meandering around the border, and was quick to follow it. Winterclan he thought, without a moment's hesitation. He knew the rain was quickly washing away every scent, so he, without a second thought, made it his goal to catch the perpetrator. Movement caught his eyes, and he rushed towards it. He bolted in front of the she-cat, without thinking. He hissed and started speaking loudly. "W-what," he suddenly felt an itch in his throat and coughed. Clearing his throat, he started up loudly again "What are y-you--" he coughed again.Clearing his throat a final time, he started speaking at a normal tone in an attempt to make up for his botched speech. "What are you doing here?"
He meant to come off as intimidating. He'd have the bite of a lion, if only he wasn't a mouse.
The rain, in a sense, felt refreshing to Glacierpaw. She was tired of the dreadful winter that leaf-bare had brought, and even though WinterClan was cold most of the year, this winter had been one of the worst. A deep sigh that was rooted within her came floating out of her vocal chords, and with the elegance of a swan, she lowered herself onto her belly and lied down. That was, until, she heard the oh-so-intimidating voice of a tom cat, which was interrupted every few words by this annoying coughing.
With a huff, the she-cat looked up and gazed into the eyes of a tortoiseshell cat. He certainly was quite the looker, but the voice behind that mask? Whew. He needed to work on that. "Excuse me?" She spoke up, and if she were to have eyebrows, one would be raised right now. "You are on WinterClan-" And then she smelled it. All around her stunk of FallClan cats, and she physically cringe. "Oh- oh my goodness!" She exclaimed, scrambling onto her paws and looking around frantically. Finding the tree that marked the border of WinterClan and FallClan territory not even ten feet away, she sat on the other side of the trunk, lowering herself onto her haunches with a dramatic sigh. "There. Now I'm on WinterClan territory. Shoo, fly."
all i do is sit underneath my partner's cat while she snores on top of me.
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Post by artica on Mar 28, 2019 9:28:46 GMT -5
The tom felt flushed with embarrassment. The display he put on was humiliating, and he realized that. He couldn't tell if it was the nerves, or if he simply had an itch in his throat. Her demeanor and physical appearance didn't help matters. He couldn't tell why she made him nervous and humiliated, but he wouldn't lose that easy. "What's your name?" he blurted. Even if he had no evidence that she was on Fallclan territory, he wanted to have something to prove that she had crossed the border, even if it was anecdotal. This was irrational; he didn't care.
As if he didn't hear her words to shoo, he had asked her her name. She let out a sigh and looked back at the other apprentice, her gaze nothing but unamused. "Why should I tell you?" Glacierpaw snipped, glaring at the tom. "I have two names; my former one, and my new one. What's it to ya?"
