stuck like a tattoo [hawkpaw]

[cindermist]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/1zeilpe.jpg] [style=width: 340px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; color: #7c6269; text-align: justify; padding-bottom:20px] ugh, why did she have to do this? couldn't she just lie in camp forever and just sleep? sleep was painless, simple and frankly as far away from her family as she could get. almost tripping over her own paws, cindermist wrinkled her nose, ears flattening for a moment as she lifted them and places all four a decent distance from each other, standing in the position for a few moments. she didn't want to do it right at that moment, but, oh well. she didn't really have a choice. Wildstar was around and considering she'd been complaining that she needed to get new bits of everything for days, it was probably better to get it down before the leader ordered it. She wasn't sure why she'd put it off though. Maybe she was still waiting on orders from her former mentor that would never come, or just being lazy after all. Either way, it needed to be done right at that moment while he had half a heart to actually move. Hovering near the camp entrance, Cindermist let out a small breath, peering at the apprentices den. Not that she was going to go and hunt down herbs on her own. If she was leaving the camp, she wasn't making more than one trip. Which meant extra paws and mouth. Thankfully, Hawkpaw had gallantly offered to assist earlier in the day, so she was holding him to it. Finally pulling her paws together, Cindermist sat herself down, tail wrapping around her paws as she waited for him to surface, whether it was from the den or anywhere. He couldn't be too far away. Parting her lips in a large yawn, she automatically tensed as Auburnfeather's scent brushed across her tongue. Quickly, she picked out her sister's pelt, making her way to the entrance, and the medicine cat could only freeze and hope she wasn't noticed. Thankfully, it appeared to be one of those times where the she-cat didn't want to acknowledge her existence if she saw, the warrior walking straight past without even a second glance. the moment Auburnfeather was gone, cindermist relaxed, letting out a breath of relief. yeah, she really didn't need that anytime soon. dropping her head for a moment, she stayed as still as possible, before perking up again, ears pricked up and attention back to scanning the camp for any sign of her little tabby friend. [/style] [style=style=width: 340px; font-family: small fonts; font-size: 7px; color: #7c6269; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase]words: 402 . tagged: hawkpaw notes: i hope you don't mind me starting something for them. sorry it's a pretty bleh post. [/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]

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[style=background-image:url(http://i47.tinypic.com/fxxxdl.jpg); width:460px; height:466px;][style=height:65px;][/style][newclass=middleimage]width: 352px; height: 360px; overflow:auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9.5px; color: 87645b; background-color: 1a0803; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 105%; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease-in-out; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease-in-out; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease-in-out; opacity: 0.0;[/newclass][newclass=middleimage:hover]width: 352px; height: 360px; padding: 10px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9.5px; overflow:auto; line-height: 105%; color: 87645b; background-color: 1a0803; opacity: 0.9;[/newclass][style=width: 372px; height: 380px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/fd7ol1.jpg);][classy=middleimage]cindermist wouldn't have to wait for very long, for the young russet brown tom was heading her way, albeit not in the best of moods anymore. the day had seemed so promising before, so free. the sunlight was warm in spite of the cold weather, and the prey had a spike because of it. voles, mice, birds, all of them rose up from their winter beds to take advantage of the good weather and get those few last seeds, store those last couple nuts, hunt that last mouse, all before the day was over and the warmth left with it. and every cat in the clans and beyond had the same idea; the camp seemed to be in overdrive right now, gaggles of warriors leaving through the entrance of the camp to patrol or hunt just as others are coming back in with their news and kills, their pawsteps crushing the dead and decaying leaves under their weight as the clan worked through the day like a well oiled machine. mentors called their apprentices out into the forest of falling leaves for training, returning late in the hour with bruises and strained muscles and sometimes the occasional scratch or scrape; nothing sleep wouldn't take care of. and for those who hadn't gone through anything more than a simple hunt and sniff training day were either caring for the elders or chatting the rest of the evening away amongst the shade of the raining leaves... or, for the more aggressive apprentices, making fun of the clan's 'pariah' was a favored pastime as well. and said 'pariah' just happened to be walking towards the young medicine cat right then. yes, from the time when he'd spoken to cindermist with the promise to help her gather herbs for her stores, he'd gone out and caught a mouse, returned to camp, went searching for his newest mentor, foxbite, only to learn he'd been sent out on patrol just beforehand, helped clean an elder's fur... and instead of having a few quiet moments to himself as a little self-reward, he had his tail yanked by a burly young apprentice when he'd let his guard down.

that was the most physical they ever got though, and thankfully it was rare. the only reason he was being singled out right now was because there was no one around who would frown on the action, all of them having been sent away on some other thing or curled up in the warrior's den fast asleep. but while that was the extent of the physical attacks, the verbal ones had no barriers. 'cursed one! cursed one! you'll never be made a warrior! foxbite will be dead in no time! you should be exiled! you're too small to even defend yourself anyway!' and usually, he just ignored it, took it on the chin and turned the other cheek, as it was against the warrior code to attack your fellow clanmates with your claws... but the comment about his mentor had garnered the speaker a vicious slap with a sheathed paw and a serious hiss nonetheless. after that they had run away, shouting that the 'cursed one' was trying to 'send them to the dark forest', all the while laughing and singing, leaving the young russet brown tabby with a sore tail and a vicious mood. it hadn't always been like this, sadly to say, but it was his new normal now, and all he could hope for was to push forward and hope beyond all hope that he'd be able to prove them wrong... even if just a little. padding over towards the apprentice's den, hawkpaw gave a sparing thought towards heading to see cindermist; his tail was pretty sore and he had promised to meet her to help gather herbs after all. however, he'd honestly rather not subject her to his foul mood at the moment. perhaps after he calmed down a bit- oh, nevermind.

coming closer to the apprentice's den, he caught sight of the young medicine cat herself, sitting there and searching around for something, or someone. most likely: hawkpaw himself. oh well, there went plan number one. guess he was gonna have to go to plan number two yet again; grin and bear it until it was just not important anymore. and as he laid eyes on the gray medicine cat, it honestly no longer was. since his apprenticeship, hawkpaw had suffered many an injury, more so than most apprentice's did in their time as apprentices, and through it all cindermist had been there to help him. from her days as a medicine cat apprentice to now, she'd been the one he'd run to whenever thunderstorm or tigerfang weren't around, the one he trusted without doubt, and who never judged him because of his size or his tendency to lose mentors like thunderclan cats lost fish from the lake. in all ways except for blood, she was the older sister he never had, and in someways he was the sibling she never had - her family, especially her mother, weren't the nicest of cats around her... he didn't understand why, she was a wonderful medicine cat. within the moments these thoughts had gone through his head, the small tom had increased his speed, bounding over the rest of the distance to his friend, practically purring in happiness at the sight of her. 'cindermist!' by the way he was acting, she'd probably be able to figure out something was wrong or something had happened, but he didn't care anymore. all that mattered now, was the little fact that he was gonna have time to spend with her.[/classy][/style][/style]

[cindermist]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/1zeilpe.jpg] [style=width: 340px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; color: #7c6269; text-align: justify; padding-bottom:20px; text-transform: lowercase;] The tom didn’t take long to appear, and quickly, the she-cat picked out his small tabby form moving out of the apprentices den. The medicine cat’s ears pricked up at once, paws kneading the ground. She wasn’t sure if he’d seen her or not, or even if he’d guess what she was waiting for, and her jaws opened to call him over. But thankfully, he seemed to piece it together when glancing in her direction. He seemed to hesitate though, which was enough to have the medicine cat second-guessing if he was really okay to help her. More than likely, he was just down again, and wanted to hide away. Or something else may have been wrong. She knew that, she knew him after all. It was stupid to think otherwise. However, her constant self-doubt had planted the thought there, as she couldn’t help but look at her paws for a moment, before back up again. “cindermist!” well, he seemed happy enough, if that was anything to go by? She didn’t even know anymore. Sucking in a breath, the she-cat’s ears pricked up, a soft glint to her pale green eyes. No, she needed to stop being stupid. This was Hawkpaw. He was like a little brother to her, the sibling she wanted, instead of what she had. That was them, it had been since they’d started talking a lot while she was an apprentice. He was that accident prone she saw him enough. But, it was nice to see that he at least seemed happy enough to see her without being injured. At least by the looks of it. She never knew with him. The least she could do was look like she wasn’t questioning if she wasn’t being annoying, asking him to help with herbs. A loud purr broke from her throat as the tom approached, the she-cat lifting a paw to bat at his ears playfully as he approached. “Hey!” She meowed, voice probably louder than it needed to be. “What’s goin’ on with you? Still okay to come and search every bush and tiny space with me for bad-tasting herbs?” It was up-beat, light, and somewhat teasing, enough to keep the atmosphere from getting moody quickly. While they were both cheerful cats, it had happened before, he’d be upset about the treatment he got from the clan (she really needed to talk to foxbite and wildstar about that) and she’d be annoyed at her mother or sister, or just generally upset, and they’d both end up sulking together for the rest of the day. It wasn’t productive for either of them. So, at least she could try and squash everything else down. This was simple, it was fun. It was just going to be them, doing what they did. No stress, no difficulties, just fun, relaxing walking around. Maybe she could even risk making a fool of herself and demonstrating her lack in hunting skills. Whoever said that a cat could hunt naturally, clearing hadn’t met her. She couldn’t catch a mouse if it waited there for her. Either way, she needed to stop worrying. He looked like he could use an escape from camp anyway. “I promise, I’m somewhat prepared this time.” after a moment, she paused, before adding. “And I’ll try not to get my paws stuck in any strange holes.” That had not been fun. She’d gone to try and get a strange catmint plant between two rocks, and her paw had refused to come out. It had taken Hawkpaw and her mentor a good while to help her pry it out. Though, he was younger then, they’d probably have a bit more luck. Though it’d only be the two of them. Well, she’d just have to accept she was staying where she got her paw stuck then. Best to avoid it. Though, it would be a good excuse for avoiding her family. “On second thought, just leave me if I do. And don’t tell my mother where I am.” The she-cat gave her head a hard shake and stumbled to her paws, swaying to the side for a moment before straightening, flicking the top of hawkpaw’s head with her tail. “Shall we set off on our gallant quest?” [/style] [style=style=width: 340px; font-family: small fonts; font-size: 7px; color: #7c6269; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase]words: 706 . tagged: hawkpaw . notes: n/a . [/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]

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