gonna be a mighty king - open

[beetlepaw]

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[style= font-size: 30pt; font-family: dawning of a new day; color: #528B8B; text-align: center; line-height: 30px;]beetlepaw of windclan[/style][style= width:350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px; text-transform:lowercase;]“beetlepaw, do this. beetlepaw, do that. i have a tick on my ear. but i'm as old as the dirt i'm laying on. so i can't reach it.” a high-pitched voice complained from among the grasses. when the heather parted, it revealed a gangly young apprentice with limbs growing too fast for his body to catch up. disproportional though he was, beetlepaw paid no mind to it. he was too busy mocking the elders. those dumb old fleabags had nothing better to do than sit around and complain? some of the recent ones who had retired for loss of hearing or eyesight or whatever the case was could still find their way to a fresh-kill pile! it was stupid. that was all it was. caring for elders who did nothing but nag.

at only six moons old, this young tom had quite a ways to go before he'd ever reach warrior status. a status where he could shed the dumb apprentice chores. “when i'm a warrior, i won't listen to anybody except maybe the leader. and even then, i think i'd be old enough to make my own rules. stupid rules. ruin all the fun,” he snorted, bounding on top of a large rock that overlooked camp. he scraped his claws along the weather-smoothed stone and narrowed his eyes. he concentrated hard on the tree beside him and lunged. his claws gripped the bark, but only for a moment before they slipped and he crashed belly-up into the tree. wincing as splinters pinched his exposed stomach, beetlepaw sunk to the ground. “being an apprentice is totally useless.”

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[emberpaw]

wandering around trying to find something to do with herself, was what she was the best at. trying to make it look like she was doing something productive and important. not that she really cared what anyone thought, no that would be silly of her. even right now, as her dainty paws struck the barren hills of the territory, she tried to look like she was supposed to be out here on orders. but the truth of the matter was she was simply bored and was sick of being in the camp with all the self-righteous warriors and their judging glares they always seemed to be casting her way.

for a she-cat of a mere twelve moons, she had been to hell and back, having to deal with a sinful mother and a rogue father, who her mother left the clan to be with. of course, she didn't make it easy on herself. a storm cloud was always brewing over her pretty little head, and a permanent glare was tattooed on her face. her smoldering eyes telling cats to back off, and in return getting the cold shoulder from almost all the cats in windclan. not that it really bothered her, she was more of an independent soul anyways.

trotting at a leisurely pace, the lithe she-cat continued to wander, her mind doing so also. it was chilly today, the wind of the plains buffeting her short orange pelt and drying her nose. her whiskers twitched and her tail flicked as the scent of one of her clanmates flooded her senses. intrigued, she stopped in her tracks and tried to locate the origin of the scent and was quickly rewarded with the sight of a black pelt in the near distance. it was only a few seconds before she recognized the cat as beetlepaw, one of her fellow apprentices. approaching quietly, she watched as he leapt for a tree, and then proceeded to the ground out of her sight.

laughing to herself at the sight of a windclan cat attempting the actions of a thunderclanner, she walked heavily around the rock so that she could see the cat. normally for her, she would avoid another cat at all costs, but today, her mood was pretty good and her clan mates were almost bearable for her. snorting, she cocked an eyebrow, and looked upon him.

"that looked slightly painful, beetlepaw."

[/color] she laughed, as her tail flicked out behind her.

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[beetlepaw]

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[style= font-size: 30pt; font-family: dawning of a new day; color: #528B8B; text-align: center; line-height: 30px;]beetlepaw of windclan[/style][style= width:350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:9px; text-transform:lowercase;]beetlepaw’s belly stung. flopping down in the sand, the black apprentice twisted around to try and pry the splinters that had lodged themselves into his stomach. as he tried to hold the tears from his eyes, he heard a tinkering laugh behind him. hissing, the alabaster tom growled and drew in a deep breath. ripping one of the splinters out, he whipped around to glare at whoever it was. as she approached from over the horizon, beetlepaw rolled his eyes. "that looked slightly painful, beetlepaw." emberpaw chuckled, making beetlepaw lash his tail. he hadn’t lived the same life as emberpaw and he was whiny for the hell of it. her life had been rough, but the only thing beetlepaw had to complain about really was his lack of a father figure. sure, it wasn’t anything major. but his father had split from his mother when he found out she was bearing his kits.

he didn’t even know who it was, but he didn't want to anymore. the only thing that mattered now was showing whoever it was that he was good enough to be a warrior to be proud of. “yeah, well, let’s see you do any better when you were six moons. bet you couldn’t,” he muttered, turning back to his splinters. he gripped another between his teeth and pulled. whimpering slightly at the tearing at his skin, he tugged the splinter free. noticing emberpaw hadn’t left as he thought she would, he arched an eyebrow at her and turned his head to stare at her. “what do you want, anyhow? shouldn’t you be out hunting or training or something? since you’re technically allowed out by yourself. i’d use that privilege all the time. i snuck out this morning to get out of that stupid camp and work on my climbing. you’re not even doing anything.”

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