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Post by Brookpaw on Jul 20, 2018 2:41:48 GMT
Brookpaw scooped a fish out of the water and nipped its neck. She set it down beside the other she'd caught today. Content with her catches, Brookpaw padded toward the fresh-kill pile and plopped her prey down. She stared across the clearing, her gaze stopping on two sparring apprentices. "Why can't I fight like that?" She said, her tail lashing. No matter how hard she tried, she always tripped or found herself at the mercy of her opponent during practice sessions. "I want to learn to fight," she said, looking around. Weren't any warriors willing to help her out?
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Post by Spottedleap on Jul 24, 2018 21:07:40 GMT
Spottedleap sat in the clearing, the oddly marked she-cat's eyes gleaming with a sort of desire-like light. She swished her tail back and forth in the dust, bored and not quite sure what to do. The she cat's ears swiveled, following the conversation of the other cats and the tip of her tail began to twitch. She was longing to join with her own comments, but she knew better than to do so. No, she would have to find her own fun. Her yellow eyes drifted towards the stream that only RiverClan had the luxury of having, and saw the apprentice looking straight at two others but they were not sharing their sights back. Spottedleap saw this cat before, but never seen her training around a warrior and she doubted one was ever assigned recently. A mentorless apprentice was unacceptable in her eyes, an untrained warrior just couldn't be. The savannah cat raised onto her black pads and began taking long strides to the molly. "Good morning." Spottedleap purred as she let herself sit on her rump beside them with a smile on her maw.
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Post by Brookpaw on Jul 24, 2018 22:14:26 GMT
Brookpaw flicked an ear and continued her search: The majority of cats were deep in conversation. Pairs of warriors dotted the clearing. The young molly's tail drooped: When would someone pay attention to her? She worked hard day in and day out. Her mentor managed to teach her finishing before dying off in the plague, and Brookpaw spent as much time hunting as she could. At her age, she should've been about ready to receive her warrior name, but she'd been left behind and no one offered to help. We don't even have a leader. No one has to approve, she thought, but no one listened whenever she brouht it up.
Finally, a cat whose coat made her burn with envy approached. Why couldn't she be beautiful like that? Brookpaw blinked and returned the greeting, then said, "Are you busy? If not, would you mind practicing fighting techniques with me? My mentor never got a chance to teach me much about fighting. I'd love to learn and it'd really help me get closer to receiving my warrior name."
She stood and raised her tail. "Oh, my name is Brookpaw, by the way. You may remember me as Graystar's grand-daughter? My mom said that everyone came to meet my sister and I when we were born."
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Post by Spottedleap on Aug 16, 2018 2:00:37 GMT
Spottedleap looked at Brookpaw and tilted her head. Practice some fighting? The tall she-cat had no issue with helping an apprentice receive their warrior, even though she was not her mentor. She gave a closed eyed smile and nodded before standing on her paws. "Why not?" She meowed. Then Brookpaw said something that got her thinking. Spottedleap wasn't certain what she was talking about exactly. Yes, she knew Brookpaw was related to Graystar. But she hardly cared. The warrior could even say that she wasn't into the hot topic of RiverClan, yes new kits were excited especially then and now, but there were more important subjects. Such as who's the next plague victim, do we have enough food, what are the other clans seeing in RiverClan's fall. Stuff like that. "Yes." She answered. It wasn't a lie, at least every warrior had to have visited the nursery and see if everything's good with both the kits and the queens. "Here or out to the territory?"
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