Cold Water [Splash!]

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Taking a last delicious bite of a juicy rabbit, Birchleg gazed up at the clear skies above.
It's nearly sunhigh....
With a sigh, the gray she-cat got to her paws. Treading across the clearing silently, she lowered her slender body into a tense crouch. Her white paws crept foreward just outside the looming barn as her blue eyes peered inside. Darkness lit by various splashes of light. Instantly her pupils grew to allow more of the light in, to see better in the shadows. A quick scan of the floor showed her what she was searching for. Grinning, she slunk into the abandoned twoleg nest while staying close enough to the walls. A small black cat lay nestled in some grass, almost hidden by the strands that lay over it's body.

Her jaws parted in a fearsome screech and the young warrior launched herself foreward towards the apprentice. Her paws were outstretched, no claws parting through the white fur. Tackling the black tom, she bit down on the apprentice's scruff lightly and shook him once before releasing him. As she did so, her voice cheerfully cut through the air. Slightly sarcastic.

"Well it's nice to see you're awake and ready for training!"

[`J i N X !]

Sablepaw had been dreaming most peacefully. You see, he was a cat that rather enjoyed his sleep, where he couldn't be mocked or teased or shunned. While he slept, he dreamed about things, such as his father suddenly coming back, parting the tall WindClan grasses to approach once more. There would be, of course, joyous yowls from all cats, but none quite as loud as Sablepaw's kin. And Sablepaw himself, well-- he would be the first to greet his father, the first to meet him as he set paw in the WindClan camp.

From then on, his life would be much better. In his dreams, he'd be better respected, no longer "the kit who has no father". He'd become something his father could be proud of, a cat that would be able to fight should the need arise. He'd make himself, his clan, and his family proud of him, and would never have need to stand up for himself except in front of his enemies, which he could do with the support of his kin. Tranquil, he murmured something in his sleep, yawning and twitching his tail so that it curled tighter around him. Then, suddenly and without warning, he was attacked.

Of course, Sablepaw didn't know that it was just his cheerful mentor giving him a unique wake up call. A body tumbled onto his, teeth tugged at his scruff, and with a tiny squeak he managed to scramble on nimble paws away from his captor. Tendrils of sunlight leaked through the openings in the doors and caressed the floors. Sablepaw felt a spear of guilt jab mercilessly at his heart as he realized that it must be late in the day by now. Normally, he was an early riser. Not today, though; it must have been the dream. He sighed, fur bristled, ears twitching. Sablepaw was a young cat, solemn by birth and nervous by force of habit. He turned his flickering gaze to the she-cat in front of him who spoke.

"Well it's nice to see you're awake and ready for training!" Sablepaw breathed a sigh of relief to see that it was his mentor, Birchleg. He dipped his head apologetically, hoping that she was mad at him. She didn't sound mad but, well, one could never tell with she-cats. He learned that from his sister (and occasionally, his mother). "Sorry, Birchleg," he apologized. "I didn't think I was that tired when I went to bed last night." He scuffled his small paws on the ground shyly and kept his gaze on the ground. Finally, he turned his intelligent eyes respectfully back to his mentor. "What do you have planned for training today?" Despite being extremely, exceptionally shy, Sablepaw had been taking more interest in his training lately. It might have been, perhaps, because of the dreams.

[Venusflower]

is this a closed post?

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ooc: It doesn't have to be. ;3 If you want to join in the fun I don't mind.

And Jinx, do you mind if I borrow your colored words? I mean like, make what Birchy says all colorfully? I fell in love with the color idea. -shot- <3

Haha, if Birchleg knew what Starwars was, she'd tell Sablepaw to use the force. xP

Concern filled her blue eyes for the apprentice. She'd had suspicions that the young apprentice was troubled on the inside, but she didn't let it show. Except for her eyes. It wasn't often that she didn't shield anyone from her raw emotions, unless it involved someone else that she cared for. As Sablepaw's mentor, she was going to care. That's not to say she doesn't give a rip about other cats in her clan though. Any feline who said that would find themselves missing a leg. Birchleg would give anything for her clan. The only thing she'd be unwilling to grant WindClan is her life. One life to protect them. If she lost that life, she couldn't guard them anymore. Other than that one reason, she'll always be fighting on the frontlines.

"Sorry, Birchleg, I didn't think I was that tired when I went to bed last night." Sablepaw's voice broke into her thoughts as he apologized for sleeping in. With a grin she nudged him with a white paw. "Pff. Don't worry about it. You get up almost early every morning and you're training hard. I'm not unsettled." The concern in her eyes lingered but was screened over by the twinkle as it sparked back to life while she spoke quickly. After her pause, the black tom spoke again. Shyly even. "What do you have planned for training today?" His raised his gaze from the floor to meet hers as he waited for the update.

"Well.... the way I woke you up should tell you that." She grinned as she scolded him jokingly. "You should really be prepared for an ambush." She was kidding of course. Raising her tail, the brown and gray fur was in stark contrast to the pure black. Flicking it once, she swept some stray bedding off of him. Turning, she paddded to the barn's entrance. Looking back, Birchleg's call almost echoed through the old walls. "Get some fresh-kill. You're going to need it." With that, she disapeared into the sunlight.

[ The Soul ]