just another day ;; Open !

[- LOST .]

It was just another lonesome day in Shadowclan, or, at least, that's what it felt like. Just like any other day. The sun made the great climb into the the sky, reaching the breaking point before it would sink back below the horizon in a slumber. At that point, the bright moon would rise to show off it's glow in the sun's absence, giving off a seance of tranquility when the forest would fall into its' own slumber. It was the cycle, repeating over and over like a broken record. Lostpaw wasn't sure how many times this cycle had occurred since Shadowclan had become hers to call home. It must have been moons, though the little she cat wasn't one to keep count.

Anyway, it was just like any other day. Camp was quiet, aside from the enthusiasm of training, life was pretty quiet. Like any other. The she cat had spent some time at camp, resisting the urge to venture out into the marshes and territory of Shadwoclan. The question was, should she bring someone? A warrior? A fellow apprentice? After some thought, Lostpaw had come to conclusion to travel alone, maybe take a little stroll. That's all it was, after all, a simple stroll. A walk, nothing more. Lostpaw wasn't in it to cause trouble. She wasn't in it to explore aimless. Just some alone time, a moment to stretch her legs, a moment to breath in the fresh air. Besides, had anyone noticed her absence, it wouldn't be hard to follow a scent, it wasn't like she'd go venturing into the heart of Thunderclan or Windclan territory, not alone or unprovoked at least.

So this was just any other stroll, any other walk. Petite smoky paws fell lightly on the dry earth. Cracks ran across the dry dirt, scarring the ground. Patterns of ageless paw prints ran across the ground, imprinting it with history of the cats that now inhabited the clan. A lone tree stood tall, roots clinging helplessly to the dry earth. It was said apprentices climbed toward the heavens through this tree, to prove their skill and courage. Lostpaw, herself had never attempted to weave through it's routes to claw her way up the towering trunk. The thought intrigued the little gray tabby, should she try? Maybe. Maybe not. Lostpaw wasn't sure.

Paws coming to a halt, Lostpaw drew in a deep, drinking in the fresh air. Pale blue eyes ran along the patterned ground, winding their way up the trunk before falling onto the pale sky above. Lets do it. She finally concluded, paws falling into rhythm once more as the she cat trotted toward the lone tree.

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Role Play Status: Open ! All are welcome. =]
Count: Four paragraphs, 433 words.
Character: Lostpaw of Shadowclan.
Other Notes: The beginning was alright. Though I lost my muse quickly. Not the best, sorry.

[`J i N X !]

Delicate tendrils of light had found their way unto the earth, pushing through the nearly impenetrable clouds of early dawn, clawing their way over the mountains in a desperate measure to warm the earth. This was, perhaps, a more cruel way of thinking about the sunrise; as said star floated upward in the heavens, bathing the camp in warm, life-giving light, stripping away the morning of newleaf chill and replacing it with a more comfortable temperature. And this, you see, was the beginning of a new day.

However, as this was going on, Hauntedheart was not in camp. No, she'd left camp the moment she woke up, at the very break of dawn, and padded out of camp. She'd planned to do some hunting along the way, to bring back to camp, but the previous thought of food had been driven away when she came unto the dry plains. It was, in fact, eerily quiet, but she didn't mind; Hauntedheart was the kind of cat that reveled in silence, in how the world could go suddenly still and you couldn't hear any sound except the steady rhthym of your own heart, your own pulse.

Slowly, leisurely, she moved along, emerald eyes slitted to peer through the tall grasses. She looked a bit like a lioness, the way she was tripping gracefully through the plains. Her eyes twitched, tail lashing once, barely brushing against a strand of foliage behind her, and she crouched a bit, listening to the soft hum of life come from the earth as the sun did it's warming thing. Her muscles slowly began to relax, and the with the warmth and the steady drone of insects and prey, she felt herself soon grow drowsy. How had it ever come into her mind that rising early was a good thing? After all, sleeping was so nice.

The peace and quiet was soon interrupted by the swishing of grasses. Hauntedheart's eyes opened sleepily and her ears twitched; she lifted her petite head and peered through the brush until her eyes narrowed in on a smoky-black form twisting through the plains. She watched it silently, without emotion on her face, until the small cat made its way to the tree. Then, Hauntedheart knew that it was a ShadowClan apprentice-- Lostpaw?

With a gentle sigh, she tore herself away from her dozing and padded slowly forward, a bit reluctant to leave the peace that she had newly acquired. When she made it to the tree, she dipped her head shortly to the apprentice; not to be rude, but because she wasn't one for formalities.

"Good morning, Lostpaw," she greeted, her voice rather bland. There was only a tiny hint of welcome in her tones, because she had always been kinder to the younger cats of the clan. "What brings you out here?"

( WORD COUNT ) four hundred and sixty-eight.
( MUSIC ) the kill, by 30 seconds to mars.
( CHARACTER ) hauntedheart.
( NOTES ) :D

[- LOST .]

Pale blue eyes wonder their way up the lanky ranks of the towering tree, the thinned strands of bark patterned with the tiny scars of many claws before. Lostpaw's ever wondering thoughts soared to all ends of cercumstances. The risks, the glory, the adrenaline, anything and everything that happened to wonder within the limits of thought. The little she cat could have very well just plunged into the challenge and clawed her way up the trunk, but Lostpaw just wasn't like that. She liked to analyz things, and while she was alone out here, what was the rush?

At the soft approach of petite paws, Lostpaw straightened up, smokey rimmed ears reaching forward, once curious blue eyes falling back to their reserved lense. Craning around to see Hauntedheart make her approach, Lostpaw let the expression of her eyes fall into a cheerful edge, yet the rest of her features remained blank. The she cat would give a slight dip of the head in greetings, Lostpaw mirrored the other she cat's movements in a slight gesture. "Good morning Lostpaw." The creamy she cat greeted in a reserved tone, letting fringes of welcome lace into that femine voice. The apprentice replied with a blink of blue eyes and the twitch of an ear. Never having been one to speak out much, Lostpaw had a tendancy to keep talking short. This could be tough, Lostpaw had no problem keeping shut up the whole time, but you never know what goes through the other cat's mind. For all she knew, her silence could offend them, yet the little she cat loved to listen to the voices of others. The easiest thing to do was find some talkative apprentice, let them ramble on for hours, stay entertained, keep her own voice short.

"What brings you are here?" Added the warrior, seeming to have a rather kind edge towards the apprentice. For what reason was her own. Lostpaw paused for a moment, calculating what could have been words, only to decide to give a slight shrug. "Dunno." The smokey apprentice began in a whisper-quiet voice. "Quiet time, I guess." She was finally able to sum up, again, falling into a silent pause.

Gaze trailing from the other she cat, to the ground and back, Lostpaw couldn't just stand there, she could try and be a bit socialable. "You?" The she cat would give a weak attempt at entwining curiousity into that willowy voice of hers, just for the sake of enthusiasm, though she had yet to master those social skills, being she odd she cat she was.

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Count: Four paragraphs, 428 words.
Character: Lostpaw of Shadowclan.
Other Notes: Very jealous. I love your writing style !

[`J i N X !]

Hauntedheart's eyes wound along the curved trunk of the tree. It's twisted and gnarled base seemed only to grow worse as it presumed stretching upward, fingers of jade green and sunshine yellow clawing at the sky. Roots curled in on themselves and knotted around the ground, as if aching to be in but only achieving in reaching the top layer of it all. She wondered, briefly, if it was normal for a cat to have sympathy for a plant. She'd never been the very sweet, caring type-- more reserved, not a social butterfly. But looking upon the tree, she felt something prod at her heart that made her feel the tiniest inkling of sorry for the poor creature.

She turned her emerald gaze back to the apprentice. Lostpaw was one of the few cats she didn't mind being around. The young she-cat seemed intelligent and didn't need to chatter to fill empty spaces. Not that she was feeling motherly or that they needed to be best friends or whatever, but Lostpaw was a cat that would be a fine warrior some day, one that could be depended upon and trusted. If she wasn't a backstabber on the inside, that is, but that was very unlikely; Hauntedheart just had the tendency to be more suspicious and mistrusting (and negative) about things than most cats were.

Though the same as Hauntedheart in the fact they weren't very talkative, she wondered briefly how this would make for conversation. If neither of them talked, she meant. Even she, as a cat that wasn't very social, knew that the whole point of conversation, the whole basis of it, was flow. And between the two of them, she was quite dismayed to assume that flow would not be a constant variable in this meeting. But, she supposed, she wasn't really one to talk-- often times, she'd drives others away from her conversations because she didn't talk, and required them to come up with topics of light talk.

In fact, it was a sort of surprise to her when she found that Lostpaw had responded to her. Was it... Normal for an apprentice like her to be talking to a warrior like Hauntedheart? Honestly, really, did she normally make conversation? Hauntedheart couldn't place her paw on it, because she found that it was harder to understand kits and apprentices when you hung around them so much-- better to just stay away. And now, before her mind began rambling, she twitched her ears in the direction of the smoky, willowy apprentice and allowed a tiny, almost infitesimal smile to grace her ivory maw.

"I always find the silence more rewarding than clan life hustle-and-bustle," Hauntedheart replied absently, sitting down. She twined her slender creamy tail around her paws primly. It was an uncharacteristic show of politeness for the normally sharp-tongued, cold she-cat, and she wondered what had brought it on. Of course, it was the fact that Lostpaw was still young, and had not been succumbed to the terrors of adulthood. "At any rate, it's much better than being amidst loud and obnoxious others, wouldn't you agree?" Of course, she didn't really expect the young she-cat to agree.

"Me? Oh, I was coming out here to, well, be in the quiet, same as you." She seemed a bit amused at this thought, though why, one could only imagine. Another faint smile curved on, only to be smothered out of sight again.

( WORD COUNT ) five hundred and sixty-eight.
( MUSIC ) razzle dazzle, richard gere.
( CHARACTER ) hauntedheart.
( NOTES ) sorry it took so long! DX and aww, you shouldn't be jealous, you write beautifully!

[- LOST .]

The young apprentice would watch Hauntedheart's movements, it took a lot not to shift with the she cat, like a shadow. That's really all Lostpaw was within the limits of camp, constantly just the shadow to watch over, to be seen but not heard. Even training one could master the at of mirror, constantly reflecting the movements of a stalk, a spring, a roll. Everything in training was taken by example, a warrior would demonstrate a skill, and as an apprentice, one would be expected to master that skill, to shadow the movement down to the flick of the tail. Everything was persice. Even now, nestled within the dry plains, Lostpaw would resist that shadow style. To curl a long tail around petite paws, to let the occassional smile slip up when appropriate, to get everything reflected down to the flash of watchful eyes. But Lostpaw would resist. She was indeed a feline, an individual, expected to think for herself, to move for herself, to be herself. To be a cat of uniqueness. Surely one was not expected to string like a puppet to the other feline, not during what one could call casual conversation.

Blue eyes would give a flicker of a blink, for half a pulse sheilding behind a fine lense before reaching out to the world once again. Pointed ears gave a twitch, alert to pick up any traces of the she cats feminine voice. Allas, the silence was broken, it was amazing how similar the two she cat could be, and yet so different. It was all true, the silence was rewarding, comforting. Lostpaw couldn't see how silence could be unnerving. Silence could be taken as a sign of peace. Silence was that one moment before sunlight touched the surface of the earth, the planet still and tense, awaiting the arrival of the warming rays once more. Silence was when the forest lay at rest, when blood would go unshed. Silence was the tense tranquil that fell over after a battle, the sign that the war was over, the blood had be shed, success, failfure, so long as there were still traces of life, silence was peaceful. Even silence after death, with unease laying heavy in the air, there could always be relief if one were to dig deep enough. Sure enough, grief was always followed with death, but it meant the passing onto a better place, that the being died with loved ones in their heart, that the being didn't go down with a fight, the peace of the soul could finally take flight and soar into the heavens.

Lostpaw had to agree, how couldn't agree. Hauntedheart seemed friendly enough, giving the she cat a sense of ease, she could relate, neither she cat would be the one to jabber away on pointless topics no one could really care less about. They didn't waste their breath on just anything.

Flashing a weak smile, Lostpaw nodded in agreement, for the time being, finding no need for a reply of words. Again Hauntedheart was seeking time away from camp to get away from the hustle and bustle, so to say. To mirror Hauntedheart's polite, friendliness. A smile painted across her maw, again to vanish as well. "I see." Lostpaw began, still holding that faint of voice tone. "It is better than listening to the jostles of camp."

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Count: Four paragraphs, five fifty-seven words.
Character: Lostpaw of Shadowclan.
Other Notes: Lol, 'tis okay, I'm a bit slow as well.. And thanks !