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Post by Rachel on Jun 20, 2010 18:08:11 GMT -5
The giant red tom should have been in camp or out with his mentor. However, he knew that Merlinbelly wouldn't care, a day off work was his mentors dream, and everyone else would assume he was off working alone like he did a lot of times these days. Rustpaw always worked to keep up an almost "haughty" facade, he was easily embarrassed, but still indulged in kit-like behavior when alone. He was not above pouncing on a moth ball or playing other kit games. This was why he came to the tall trees alone. The large pine trees provided protection from being caught and laughed at by his Clanmates while he had a fun time after a particularly stressful hunting lesson.
As he walked among the trees he felt loose sand on the pads of his feet. He looked down and smiled at the mound at his feet. Dipping his head first he rolled into the dirt. His tail flicked back and forth happily as he rubbed the dirt into his fur.
After a few moment he stopped and lay on his back, looking up at the leaves of the pine trees. Glints of sunlight found there way though the labyrinth of flora and onto his pelt, gently warming the light red fur on his belly. It was only then that the tom who tried so hard to fit in found himself content.
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Post by frosty on Jun 20, 2010 18:41:12 GMT -5
The soft pitter patter of pawsteps could just be heard scampering through the undergrowth. Dust whirled upwards in the pale tabby's wake, appearing to dissolve in the air. Shellpaw's pale tabby pelt rippled as she cleared the distance between her and her unknown destination, each muscle moving with the same economic ripple.
A warm draft of air gently floated downwards, heated by the same sunbeam that alighted Shellpaw's pelt to a brilliant caramel color. Her misty blue eyes glittered, waning only slightly when the bright ball of flame shone directly into them. Oh, how cool was this! Bounding through the territory all by herself! And then she would catch some prey to bring to Birchstar! Her mentor would be so proud of her.
Shellpaw's thoughts were so wrapped around her mentor she didn't even notice she had crossed the PineClan scent markers.
A large red tom came into view upon rounding a bend. Gasping, she retreated behind a tall tree, planning her assault. This tom was trespassing on DustClan territory! Or, so she thought, when in reality she was the one trespassing. Tsk, tks, poor naive Shellpaw.
The pale tabby bunched her muscles, focusing all her power on her hindlegs. With a frightening yowl, the young apprentice pushed off the ground and launched herself at the PineClan tom.
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Post by Rachel on Jun 20, 2010 18:54:21 GMT -5
Rustpaw heard the yowl and jolted upward, this was no PineClan cat. He jumped up, protecting his sensitive belly as the small cat jumped at him. With a quick side step he moved out of the way of the pounce, just barely escaping her claws.
In a second he took in his opponent and it made him want to laugh. Why, this cat was no more than a kit. He hissed, taking a threatening step forward towards the small she-cat. His red fur was standing on end, making him look twice as large as he really was.
He hissed again, not swiping a paw yet. Why, he was huge enough he could squash this..this kit with his paw! Rustpaw was an experienced fighter, why he had even fought off a fox! There was no reason why he should not be able to take on this cat! But still he didn't, for he thought better of himself than fighting a kit.
"Why are you on PineClan territory!" he hissed, and then added with a bitter laugh, "You didn't think you could really take me did you? I'm an older and experienced apprentice twice your size and your just a little kit who stumbled away from the nursery!"
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Post by frosty on Jun 20, 2010 19:01:40 GMT -5
The heartbeat the red mass of fur moved, Shellpaw knew she had misjudged her enemy. This cat was huge...! How could she be so mouse-brained as to think she could take him? Wait, what was she thinking? Of course she could take him! His low, long hiss rang in her ears but she forced herself to bristle.
"Why are you on PineClan territory! You didn't think you could really take me did you? I'm an older and experienced apprentice twice your size and your just a little kit who stumbled away from the nursery!"
Shellpaw padded right up to him until they were nose-to-nose. "What are you talking about? This is DustClan territory!" she insisted, inching forward as she raised up onto her tippy toes to appear as big as he was. "And you shouldn't judge your enemy by size, fool. For all you know, I could be as old as you are."
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Post by Rachel on Jun 20, 2010 19:10:24 GMT -5
Rustpaw couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. The she-cat standing on her tippy toes was one of the most comical things he had seen. He looked at her, and knew he had nothing to fear. Even if this cat did leap at him he could move again. Inexperience radiated from her earlier leap and he wasn't going to lower himself to fight a kit.
"If you were as old as me," he said between bouts of laughter, "You'd probably notice you are surrounded by pine trees. And even if you didn't, you could smell border markings!" He looked at her, wondering how she didn't notice the giant trees surrounding her. Pine needles covered the floor of the forest here!
Then a thought struck him. Did this mean DustClan was claiming Tall Trees? He had to tell Redstar! Then he shook his head, what was he thinking. If they were they would have sent more than this.
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Post by frosty on Jun 20, 2010 19:40:29 GMT -5
Shellpaw stood up on her hindlegs, balancing carefully on her two back legs. She was so very insulted by his laughing she allowed her claws to escape their sheaths. Gleaming threateningly in the afternoon light, Shellpaw brought a hindpaw down on the red tom's muzzle. The iron tang of blood pierced her nose, but she knew the wound was very, very shallow.
"I was playing, for your information! If you want a fight you can have one! But sorr-ee I didn't notice the scent markers, I was day dreaming!" she hissed, lashing her short tail.
This PineClan tom was ridiculous! Didn't they teach their apprentices any manners?
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Post by Rachel on Jun 20, 2010 19:51:36 GMT -5
Rustpaw was angry, more than angry! Why he could have killed this cat, but he hadn't even raised a paw against her even though she trespassed into his territory! And then she hit him. The anger pulsed through his body and he jumped at the small cat, pushing her onto her back. He still hadn't unsheathed his claws, but he had half a mind to do so.
"You were day-dreaming?" he hissed, "That'll get you killed! Or hurt! The Warrior Code means I can send you home with some wounds to remember! Don't make me mess you up! You are tresspassing!"
Then an idea occured to him, "You are coming with me. To my camp. If you try to escape, I will attack you." His ears were pinned back, there was something unusual about this cat. Only a stupid cat would attack when they were in the wrong, or a cat that was sure they would get rescued. This cat didn't seem stupid. "Whats your name anyways!"
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Post by frosty on Jun 21, 2010 14:53:50 GMT -5
"You were day-dreaming? That'll get you killed! Or hurt! The Warrior Code means I can send you home with some wounds to remember! Don't make me mess you up! You are tresspassing!"
Shellpaw flinched when the tom launched himself at her, a long shudder passing through her body. Red fur seemed to suffocate her as he pinned her down, hissing threateningly in her ear. She shied away from his angry gaze, flaring her nostrils at him as if returning the aggressive gesture.
"You are coming with me. To my camp. If you try to escape, I will attack you. Whats your name anyways!"
"Get off of my, you fat piece of fox dung! I'm not going anywhere with you!I don't have to tell anything to you!"
Sure, she could've told him who she was. Maybe that would get her some recognition. Think of how angry Redstar would be when he knew one of his apprentices kidnapped Birchstar's granddaughter.
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Post by Rachel on Jun 21, 2010 15:06:28 GMT -5
Rustpaw glowered at the small she-cat, "We'll see how much more likely you are to talk once Redstar is the one asking the questions!" he hissed angrily, "I doubt you'll be so cheeky with him!"
Now honestly, he couldn't really care what he did with this cat. He could chase her back over to her territory and leave her with some scratches to mew about, but he had already told her he was taking her to the camp, and he couldn't back down now. No, that would make him look much too weak.
He got off of Shellpaw and glared, "Come on now, and don't you even think about running. I don't want to have to chase you down..." He began walking, keeping right beside the DustClan cat. He tried to remain aggressive looking, but didn't have it in him. After a moment he mewed, "Come on, you have to be bored. My name is Rustpaw, whats yours?"
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Post by frosty on Jun 25, 2010 12:14:28 GMT -5
"We'll see how much more likely you are to talk once Redstar is the one asking the questions! I doubt you'll be so cheeky with him!"
"Grrrr," Shellpaw growled, the sound vibrating in her vocal chords. The PineClan tom would likely be able to feel the vibrations, considering he was squashing her. But, you know, no big deal or anything.
"Come on now, and don't you even think about running. I don't want to have to chase you down... Come on, you have to be bored. My name is Rustpaw, whats yours?"
Shock glittered in her blue eyes when "Rustpaw" got off her. Immediately, she sprang to her paws and lowered her head, forcing her hackles to rise. "Why do you want to know so badly? A good warrior never lets her guard down for a moment. I'm not going to Redstar, I'm going home! You can chase me down if you'd like, I really could care less. I'm smaller; I could outrun you easily. Why make threats you can't physically back up?"
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Post by Rachel on Jun 25, 2010 14:34:43 GMT -5
Rustpaw glared, his comfortable attitude gone, "Dumb. You may be able to run faster than me, but I obviously have more strength than you" His yellow eyes scanned the she-cat, she was smaller, yes, but her muscles seemed more soft, "You'd have to turn around and everything before you could take off running, and by that time I'd have pounced on top of you again."
He was mentally examining his opponent while he spat the words. Her smaller form would allow her to move faster, but he had no doubt he could leap farther, which would be too his advantage. Her stubborn nature told him that she wasn't likely to give up very easily, he would have quite a hard time getting her back to camp.
However, he couldn't just examine her as an opponent. For some reason, this little burr of a cat amused him and made him laugh. Her no-fear attitude gained his respect. And of course he couldn't ignore that she was a very pretty cat.
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Post by frosty on Jun 25, 2010 14:45:26 GMT -5
"Dumb. You may be able to run faster than me, but I obviously have more strength than you You'd have to turn around and everything before you could take off running, and by that time I'd have pounced on top of you again."
Shellpaw curled her lip back. "You're ridiculous, Rustpaw," she mewed frustratedly. "You have no fundamentals on the aspects of battling, you realize this don't you? I'm Birchstar's apprentice, for StarClan's sake. I know more about battling right now than you will in your entire life. Agility wins over strength because you don't have anything to counter if your opponent is running away. You can't tackle them if they're faster than you. Even if they're not an expert fighter they still have the upper hand because they can get away."
She narrowed her blue eyes carefully, wondering why she felt the need to spill all this out to an enemy apprentice. His voice was very alluring, and butterflies soared in her belly. But anger shot them down and tore their wings off. She was right, simple as that. Not only was she right, but Shellpaw could see he was glaring at her. In response, she flattened her ears and suddenly felt bad about clawing him earlier.
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Post by Rachel on Jun 25, 2010 15:02:11 GMT -5
Birchstar's apprentice? Rustpaw's mind hissed, Than this must be one of Flickerstorm's kits! It was no secret that Birchstar raised the kits above everything else, it had been evident at the Gathering when she had been to besotted with them to worry about how some of his Clanmates had been killed by traitorous OakClan. What would she do when she found out an apprentice was bullying one of her grand-kits?
Then he shook his head. This apprentice would not be judged on her lineage but instead by her acts, which had so far shown her to be intelligent, but some how still lacking common sense. A smirk crossed his face as he remembered how she had charged him for tresspassing, when it had been his territory and he was obviously the larger and stronger cat.
"If you are Birchstar's apprentice shouldn't you be able to smell scent-markers?" Silently another thought approached his mind, maybe she was the one who needed the most help which is why such an important cat had been forced to take her as an apprentice. He resisted the urge to smile.
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Post by frosty on Jun 28, 2010 13:36:47 GMT -5
"If you are Birchstar's apprentice shouldn't you be able to smell scent-markers?"
Shellpaw hissed, long and low. Must Rustpaw continue to bring this question up? He sounded like a blackbird singing the same song over and over again! Lashing her short tail, Shellpaw returned his glare with her own intense blue gaze, burning color against color.
"Why do you keep bringing that up? I told you that I missed them. Or is PineClan full of lazy cats that don't renew their scent markers? You all reek of pine needles, I'm surprised your markers aren't more pungeant," she scoffed, twitching her silken whiskers.
ooc.
Ack, shorttt.
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Post by Rachel on Jun 30, 2010 14:10:43 GMT -5
Even though Shellpaw was brazenly insulting his Clan Rustpaw couldn't help but grin at her remark. The smell of pine needles was forever ingrained in his nostrils. A thought crossed his mind suddenly, they may have tons of pine needles, but DustClan has tons of dust!
He took a paw and softly whacked Shellpaw's pelt. A swirl of dust flew into the air and he laughed to himself. "We may reek of pine needles, but at least we are clean!" As he smiled at the cat he didn't think she was dirty at all. Her pelt seemed very pretty even though it housed a colony of dust.
Ooc: Ahh, mine is short too! 
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Post by frosty on Jun 30, 2010 14:28:40 GMT -5
"We may reek of pine needles, but at least we are clean!"
Her tabby-striped face was pulled into an expression of unamusement. Shellpaw could see and feel him studying her, glaring at her, possibly admiring her. Perhaps that explained the sappy look on his face. Dumb toms, she thought dismissively. How did Gravelpaw stand it?
"You really do suck at insulting, don't you? Now, if you don't mind, Rustpaw, I'm going back to my Clan, whether you like it or not," Shellpaw meowed, an edge to her voice sharp as flint. She lashed her tail through the air once, as if it were a whip held my a circus ringer.
Shellpaw meant business this time.
She turned around a steadily trotted back towards her territory, casting a sidelong glance to see if Rustpaw were following. Deep, deep inside her, she secretly hoped he was.
ooc. We decided that Rustpaw was going to take Shellpaw to Redstar, right, and keep her prisoner?
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Post by Rachel on Jul 17, 2010 19:01:21 GMT -5
Rustpaw shook his head, this was much too easy. It seemed that this she-cat wasn't even making an attempt at sprinting for it, and that was obviously the only reason she would ever get away.
In a couple long bounds he was caught up to Shellpaw. Keeping his claws sheathed he pushed her from the side, effectively pinning her to the ground again. He chuckled again, he had to hand it to this apprentice, she had some spunk. "You know, I'm almost getting the feeling you aren't trying to get away. I can understand it you know, I wouldn't want to fight me either, I'm more experienced and am larger by far. So, why don't you just stuff your carefree attitude somewhere safe and come with me." His voice had gained some steal in it towards the end, he wasn't teasing anymore.
His yellow eyes narrowed a bit, he was a stubborn cat, and once he had his mind set on something he wouldn't stop until it was done. Now he had his mind on this she-cat coming to his camp, so Redstar would know he had caught an intruder.
ooc: Yep, we had 
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Post by frosty on Jul 17, 2010 19:15:07 GMT -5
Pawsteps thundered behind her. Shellpaw had maintained a brisk trot back towards the DustClan border with full intentions of returning home. But clearly Rustpaw had a different idea.
She shreiked when he pushed her. He was much larger than her, and apparently he didn't know his own strength. Her side stung from where he had knocked into her, and she squirmed in vain to free herself. But Shellpaw knew very well it was difficult to escape Rustpaw's firm grasp.
You know, I'm almost getting the feeling you aren't trying to get away. I can understand it you know, I wouldn't want to fight me either, I'm more experienced and am larger by far. So, why don't you just stuff your carefree attitude somewhere safe and come with me
"Well sorry I'm not scared of you enough to make a dash towards the border. You may have brawn, but no brains. A beetle could outsmart you," Shellpaw crowed, burning her blue eyes into yellow ones. "So why don't you hop of me and let me go? Birchstar will nto stand for this. If you take me back to your little camp, she'll plague war on PineClan."
There was a warning laced on her words. There was also no doubt that Birchstar would be infuriated if she went missing. Not only was she the leader's apprentice, but she was also her grand-daughter. She would fly into a rage and use every DustClan warrior to get her back. And with this thought, Shellpaw's blue eyes glittered like a fox's.
ooc. Aha, alright. Just making sure. Also, I typed up Claykit's history and could you read over it and make sure it's ok? I don't want to powerplay or anything. 
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Post by Rachel on Jul 26, 2010 21:32:00 GMT -5
Rustpaw glared at her, but kept his anger under control. He just mewed back a blunt "No." He doubted this she-cat could cause such a problem, but his ealier conclusion that she was one of Flickerstorm's kits made him worry. Perhaps Birchstar would go into a frenzy over it.
"PineClan can defend their borders. Perhaps DustClan would go to war over a dumb kit like you, but they would do so stupidly and they would lose. Obviously." He said his words carefully because he actually realized what a precarious position he was in.
Currently MarshClan was on PineClan's side against OakClan. If DustClan were to attack PineClan now it would be seen as if DustClan stood with OakClan. Rustpaw persumed that his leader would be unhappy if DustClan was pushed into allying with OakClan because of his actions, but he knew the Warrior Code was more important. This she-cat had tresspassed and attacked him, she would pay the consequences. If it turned into an inter-Clan conflict then it would be all her fault.
Ooc: I read over it Claykit's history and I like it, but don't post it for approval yet, because I think a lot of times things change as they get roleplayed so I don't want to nail down their actions.
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Post by frosty on Aug 12, 2010 1:40:34 GMT -5
ooc. I won't. The actions were just a rough kind outline, you know. We don't have to do exactly that. C:
bic. Shellpaw growled. That was it. She refused to bless Rustpaw with anything more than that. Obviously he wasn't going to give in; she was going to be a PineClan prisoner. The cream tabby sighed through her teeth. This was do unlike her, to succumb to another cats' orders just like that. She hadn't even put up a fight, for StarClan's sake. Why was she acting so different, so out of the ordinary? It was something about Rustpaw, but Shellpaw refused to further think out her suspicions. There was absolutely nothing there, and she would do whatever it took to keep it that way. Oh, boy. Would Flickerstorm and Blizzardclaw be angry at her. Her hackles raised at the thought, and her smoky blue eyes became wild with a fearful essence. What about her littermates? Flurrypaw would be worried out of her mind, and Gravelpaw would be frantic. And for what? Because she didn't continue to fight Rustpaw for her freedom?
She pressed her ears flat against her head and hissed, long and low. Pressing her body low to the ground, Shellpaw egan to pad towards the PineClan camp angrily. Rustpaw wasn't even worth her looking at him.
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