Post by Dragon on Jan 6, 2010 0:25:03 GMT -5
The thickly furred she-cat couldn't feel her paws anymore. Snow matted her fur and she regretted ever going out into the cold, though her fur was long and usually kept her warm she knew that no amount of fur could this kind of cold from the skin. The wind snarled and bit at her face fiercely, she bowed her head, frost making the tips of her ears tingle uncomfortably. She wished she was back in ThunderClan sleeping in the nursery with her lovely Stingkit. No one could be cold there, surrounded by the warm gazes of her smaller kin. Her mother would be there too, they would be together. The warmth between them enough to melt the ice in her fur. She took a few ragged steps forward, but she knew if she was going to become a warrior this is what would have to happen. Rosepaw let out a sigh through her nose, clouds of hot air steaming from her nostrils and disappearing into the obscured background. Her light green eyes narrowed slightly, and she continued to trudge painfully forward. The numbness in her paws had turned from nothing to a biting pain in her paws. She had to get out of this ridiculous cold.
Wickedfeather sniffed the air, still surprised at the mixture of different scents. He had spent so much time at Viper's, all he smelt were his Army-mates. The tom let a shiver ripple through his spine, shutting his eyes briefly, as if taking in all the scents before he snapped his head up. He let out a small huff, watching the visible breath of warm air swirl around in front of him before disappearing mysteriously. He noticed the Thunderclan apprentice, Rosepaw. He noticed how much colder he seemed then her, but she was still younger than him so they weren't as used to these types of weather as he was. He nodded to her briefly, shuffling his way over to her, his movements stiff. "Hey." He mewed, his teeth chattering.
She froze, the fur prickling on the back of her neck. She could smell the Viper reek off his fur even if the snow was making it almost unbearable. Her ears were pinned backwards and she began side stepping away from the cat. The cold in the air was palpable and she could hardly prevent a racking shiver from running down her back in a most uncomfortable way. Her eyes narrowed at him, they roved over his gray tabby fur. The black stripes stood out body against the gray, and she took a weary step backward. This cat was bigger than her, as many cats were, she was just a she-cat of no particularly large size. Her ears gaze a flick and she turned her head to the side, her whiskers quivering, slightly from the wind and more towards her nervousness. She spared him nothing. "What do you want." She said acidly, the words whipping off her tongue as she tasted something sour. Rosepaw could hear a growl coming from her, while her usual calm demeanor was broken when faces with a challenge and this was one of those times. But just standing her with sending her already stone cold paws to new levels of freezing. They were on fire. She only wished this fire brought warmth.
He suppressed a small sigh. Even though he was a part of Viper's and attacked many cats didn't mean that was his usual behavior. "Nothing." He answered simply, flicking his tail as he sheathed his claws, as if signalingRosepaw tried to smile at him, but it turned into some sort of sick grimace. Her ears flicking rapidly back and forth. She watched as his claws were retracted for her eyes still searched him madly for any sign of threat or tensing. Well, she discarded the other searching point, it was frigid outside already and one had to keep tense just to keep their heart beating. She shook her head slowly, lifting one paw after another to relive the agony. "I'm..." She paused for a moment, not wanting to reveal she was an apprentice to this cat. She certainly did not look like on, she was nearing twenty-six moons old and she was nearly full grown. "I'm Rosewhisp of ThunderClan." She lied through her teeth, but she some how managed to pull it off with a halfhearted smile that looked like she had tasted something vile than actual pleasure.
he wasn't here to harm her. "I'm Wickedfeather of Shadowclan." He introduced himself formally, his pale amber eyes showing no hostility. His large paws were slightly trembling as the wind and snow whipped his body, sending chills and shivers through and through him.
Wicked flicked his ears, "Nice to meet you." He greeted her, curiosity flickering in the depths of his amber eyes as he saw her smile. I've seen many cats smile but her's seems as if she just ate crowfood. He thought. He sniffed the air, turning his head around briefly to stare at Rubberfern's dead body, his jaw open, eyes widened in shock. Rubberfern was killed. He managed to shut his jaw, turning back to Rosepaw, shock and sorrow dwelling in his eyes. "So, when were you made a warrior? Recently I'm guessing." He mewed, his voice trying in a vain attempt to keep it from stuttering.
She spared a glance at the grotesque scene, her body gave an uncontrollable shake and she shook it off but her body was beginning to tremble. As she shook her head slightly and pawed at her muzzle not that she could feel anything. Rosepaw's ears flicked slightly, "Uh, yes, recently. This is my first night out, I've been confined to camp for awhile." She nodded, trying not to reveal that this was a lie, though it did have a bit of truth. She had been confined to camp due to Stingkit's care and need, also her siblings who were only three moons old right now. And her mother had so much to think about all the time. Her eyes closed as her let out a shuddering sigh, bordering on the disgusting smell of blood and the driving cold. She finally broke and couldn't stand it any more, and in a tiny voice she stuttered, "P-please can we g-go somewhere warm? I-I've b-b-been out for so long." The display of weakness sickened her and she couldn't believe that she had just given up.
Wickedfeather sniffed the air, still surprised at the mixture of different scents. He had spent so much time at Viper's, all he smelt were his Army-mates. The tom let a shiver ripple through his spine, shutting his eyes briefly, as if taking in all the scents before he snapped his head up. He let out a small huff, watching the visible breath of warm air swirl around in front of him before disappearing mysteriously. He noticed the Thunderclan apprentice, Rosepaw. He noticed how much colder he seemed then her, but she was still younger than him so they weren't as used to these types of weather as he was. He nodded to her briefly, shuffling his way over to her, his movements stiff. "Hey." He mewed, his teeth chattering.
She froze, the fur prickling on the back of her neck. She could smell the Viper reek off his fur even if the snow was making it almost unbearable. Her ears were pinned backwards and she began side stepping away from the cat. The cold in the air was palpable and she could hardly prevent a racking shiver from running down her back in a most uncomfortable way. Her eyes narrowed at him, they roved over his gray tabby fur. The black stripes stood out body against the gray, and she took a weary step backward. This cat was bigger than her, as many cats were, she was just a she-cat of no particularly large size. Her ears gaze a flick and she turned her head to the side, her whiskers quivering, slightly from the wind and more towards her nervousness. She spared him nothing. "What do you want." She said acidly, the words whipping off her tongue as she tasted something sour. Rosepaw could hear a growl coming from her, while her usual calm demeanor was broken when faces with a challenge and this was one of those times. But just standing her with sending her already stone cold paws to new levels of freezing. They were on fire. She only wished this fire brought warmth.
He suppressed a small sigh. Even though he was a part of Viper's and attacked many cats didn't mean that was his usual behavior. "Nothing." He answered simply, flicking his tail as he sheathed his claws, as if signalingRosepaw tried to smile at him, but it turned into some sort of sick grimace. Her ears flicking rapidly back and forth. She watched as his claws were retracted for her eyes still searched him madly for any sign of threat or tensing. Well, she discarded the other searching point, it was frigid outside already and one had to keep tense just to keep their heart beating. She shook her head slowly, lifting one paw after another to relive the agony. "I'm..." She paused for a moment, not wanting to reveal she was an apprentice to this cat. She certainly did not look like on, she was nearing twenty-six moons old and she was nearly full grown. "I'm Rosewhisp of ThunderClan." She lied through her teeth, but she some how managed to pull it off with a halfhearted smile that looked like she had tasted something vile than actual pleasure.
he wasn't here to harm her. "I'm Wickedfeather of Shadowclan." He introduced himself formally, his pale amber eyes showing no hostility. His large paws were slightly trembling as the wind and snow whipped his body, sending chills and shivers through and through him.
Wicked flicked his ears, "Nice to meet you." He greeted her, curiosity flickering in the depths of his amber eyes as he saw her smile. I've seen many cats smile but her's seems as if she just ate crowfood. He thought. He sniffed the air, turning his head around briefly to stare at Rubberfern's dead body, his jaw open, eyes widened in shock. Rubberfern was killed. He managed to shut his jaw, turning back to Rosepaw, shock and sorrow dwelling in his eyes. "So, when were you made a warrior? Recently I'm guessing." He mewed, his voice trying in a vain attempt to keep it from stuttering.
She spared a glance at the grotesque scene, her body gave an uncontrollable shake and she shook it off but her body was beginning to tremble. As she shook her head slightly and pawed at her muzzle not that she could feel anything. Rosepaw's ears flicked slightly, "Uh, yes, recently. This is my first night out, I've been confined to camp for awhile." She nodded, trying not to reveal that this was a lie, though it did have a bit of truth. She had been confined to camp due to Stingkit's care and need, also her siblings who were only three moons old right now. And her mother had so much to think about all the time. Her eyes closed as her let out a shuddering sigh, bordering on the disgusting smell of blood and the driving cold. She finally broke and couldn't stand it any more, and in a tiny voice she stuttered, "P-please can we g-go somewhere warm? I-I've b-b-been out for so long." The display of weakness sickened her and she couldn't believe that she had just given up.
