Waiting for life to begin...

[Fallenpaw]

Little Fallenkit padded innocently around the camp. Looking at absolutely everything, bouncing around like the energetic ball of fur she was. Could you believe it had been a few months since she was rescued? Purring With pleasure, she jumped in a small puddle. It had been made by 'the Great melting of snow' her mother had called it when she was very little. Her brilliant eyes sparkled as she thought about the fact that she would no longer be hidden or blend in with the very ground she walked on, like she did during leaf bare... or when the snow fell. No instead her pure white pelt would shine dazzlingly. Smiling, and with with crystal blue orbs she looked up to the sun, soaking in as much of its heat as she could. Until something sparkled and she saw it out of the corner of her eye. She began silently padding over to were she thought she saw it... nothing. "Oh well." Fallen whispered happily. So off she went again trotting this time, it almost look as if she were dancing. The wing shaped marking on her shoulders fluttered with every twirling step. You would think that she really would just lift right off the ground. Glancing around once gain she saw nothing, and no one. The camp seemed to be pretty empty, she wondered why? Plopping down she decided to wait and see if any one would come along on the seemingly warm day.

[Marrowbone]

(( She's in for a surprise, there's a blizzard coming XD And once the melt really does happen, Crescent will be flooded. 10 Points, keep up the good work! I particularly like the wing description bit. ))

[Marrowbone]

The life of the camp slowed, things seemed peaceful, with the lilac tree starting to bud and the gentle splashing of the streams that streaked through the clearing. Most warriors were out enjoying the hunt, the apprentices had left to play in the river, and it seemed like no one was alive except for the unsupervised Fallenkit.
Someone crouched in the ferns that bordered the island, under the shade of the willow trees. So this was where Renegade would strike next... Seemed good enough, these river cats were so lazy; they'd be a cinch to take care of. Cockle's head dripped, wet from the unpleasant swim to the isle she was forced to take, on a mission to spy for the rogues. She crouched perfectly still, her eyes shifting across the landscape, taking in every detail, even though her left eye had long ago been clawed blind.
Then she noticed Fallenkit, twirling and dancing without a care. Obviously oblivious to the troubles of the world, and perfectly innocent.
It made Cockle sick.
Sneering, her eyes narrowed; glaring at the kit as she she danced about. How dare that scrap of fur be so... Happy? Well, she'd just have to fix that. The brown rogue stood, slinking behind the trees. She scrambled up the back to the branches, and after a quick look-around to make sure no adults were watching, she reached out and slammed with both front paws on an over-hanging branch. The large branch creaked and snapped, crashing in a flurry of dead leaves right towards poor little Fallenkit.

[Fallenpaw]

[glow=red,2,300]Crack! Snap![/glow]

The world seemed to stop... those were the only sounds in camp. Little Fallenkit whirled around trying to find where it came from and who made it. At first she didn't see anything... but than slowly she looked up and a flying terror was above her.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" The kit screamed and braced for impact, paws over head and ears flat down. The world seemed to move in slow motion. Everything was just a blur, fear over whelmed to kit and paralized her. Why was this happening to her? What had she done wrong... Stil unable to move she opened on e little crystal blue eye to see if the scene was over with yet. But, it was't so quickly she went back into hideing.

)) Sorry no time.... bad post....(( ))Fixed,,,sorrry((

[Moonlight]

(sorry. How's this?)

Silverpaw shifted in her sleep as she saw a face. The face smiled a wicked grin and snarled at her. The cat jumped at Silverpaw as her eyes shot open. Silverpaw shivered as she shook her head. "Lukio is gone. Nothing is going to happen." Silverpaw yawned as she walked out of the apprentice den. She sat down as she began to wash her face. She began to think as she heard Fallenkit move about camp. Silverpaw yawned as she layed out in the sun and almost fell asleep again in the lazy sunlight.
Silverpaw smiled then jumped a little as she heard a scream. Her eyes shot open as she sat up looking for the sorce. SHe saw Fallenkit standing, looking up as a tree limb began to fall towards her. Silverpaw jumped up yowling. "Fallenkit! Move! Stop standing there like it's a flying badger!" Silverpaw danced on her paws and jumped forward, pushing Fallenkit out of the way of the tree limb. She screamed as she felt the wight of it puss her to the ground.

[» Sacrifice]

(Mind if I join in?)

The lithe red apprentice had been sound asleep, dreaming of who knew what, before the yowls of her clan mates filtered into the apprentices den. Blinking the sleep from her sharp dark brown eyes, for a moment, the young Falconpaw thought it was nothing more then just another part of a dream. After all, the only time there had been any rogues that she had known about was the tales from elders, who she adored to no end. There was always a story there for her, no matter what the task she had been sent to do may be. It made her to be looked down upon as odd, which might as well just fit her ever changing temperament. Odd might just be putting it lightly with Falconpaw.

Silverpaw soon shot out of the den though, causing Falconpaw to finally roll over and decide this was not a dream. Sitting up, her fur sticking up at odd angles, it was obvious the fiery colored apprentice having had a restless night. She didn't even bother to groom herself as she heard yet another scream. Instead, she darted out of the den, her steps as usual graceful and dancing. Seeing the rogue made her furious. She should have gotten an adult, they could probably take on the rogue better then just an apprentice, but do you honestly think she thought that far into the future? If she had, there was no way she would want them to take all the glory. They already had enough of that from the PewterClan battle that she hadn’t be able to go to. That alone had put in her a dark mood for days.

"Hey you! Why don't you pick on someone your own size!" Falconpaw screeched, a flying mass of red as she charged the other cat, not even caring who or what it was. Her boldness was going to get her killed one day. Launching herself forward, claws extended, Falconpaw made a grab for the rogue, ignoring the other two cats. All she wanted to do was to get some glory for herself, and teach this rogue who was boss. She didn’t even pause to see if Fallenkit was alright. With her fur sticking up at all odd angles, eyes blazing with fire, Falconpaw made a rather interesting site. After all, what could an apprentice do to a fully trained rogue? They both were about to find out.

[Marrowbone]

((3 Fallen, 5 Moonlight, 15 Sacri.))

"Drats." The rogue let out a low growl, not pleased that she hadn't managed to knock off the annoyingly cute kit. Oh well, there was always when Renegade made his attack. And maybe with some luck the dumb apprentice that had gotten in the way would be crippled for life.
Cockle's eyes narrowed, watching as another moronic cat streaked from the den towards the scene. Maybe this was a little too much attention, time to get going! As Falconpaw lunged up the tree, Cockle kicked downwards off of her perch, giving the apprentice a full dose of hind claws in the face. "Don't touch, girlie."
Before someone was given the chance to strike back, Cockle sunk her claws in the bark and swinged, jumping gracefully off of the branch. Half-way down the tree was a knot hole. And half-way through her fall her hind foot got caught, causing an unexpected prat fall as she landed on her head in the soft ground. "EEEK!" She shrieked, stumbling up with a face full of mud, the unpleasant feeling of dirt running down her throat. Staggering the rogue spy shook her head wildly, pawing at the dirt clogging up her eyes. Her presence in camp wasn’t likely a secret anymore.

[» Sacrifice]

Screeching lously, it seemed to ring through the camp, Falconpaw bit at the feet that hit her, feeling something tear beneath her needle sharp teeth. However, the blood from her cut forced the apprentice to back off, and get it out of her eyes. The pain was horrible, but now, fury drove her, and nothing was going to stop her. Although she was a cat of many, many faults, determination was something she carried with pride. And when she was so pumped up with something, this time it happened to be anger, only death would stop her from chasing after the other cat, and just attacking without any hesitation. Who ever said that apprentices were timid? They were liars, I mean, Falconpaw would rather die then let a cat get off easily.

As the bleeding finally scabbed, getting it out of her eyes had been easy once it stopped, the bright red apprentice had been sure that the rogue would have been gone. After all, commotion was something Falconpaw excelled in, and her screech could have awoke the dead almost. It had even managed to make her ears ring a bit. Nothing she wasn't used to though. Wheeling to face where she had last seen the cat, Falconpaw something to her immense delight. The rogue was still here! Oh happy days! She could still attack her! Cackling in a disturbing manner, all wounds forgotten, the apprentice darted towards the rogue, claws extended, ivory against the brown dirt of camp.

"Haha!" She yowled, before attacking herself to the back of the rogue in one flying leap, and proceeding to attack in any manner she could think of. Who needed training when you could just have a free for all? This was way too much fun, she may just have a heart attck from her enthusiastic behavior toward the rogue. If anything, she was giving her a good greeting.

"You are nothing without your precious leader! Go back into the hole where you came from!"
The apprentice spat. If you looked at her, you could just imagine her foaming at the mouth, like some rabid animal.

((Hehe. xD Falcon is only a bit excited here.))

[Fallenpaw]

Fallenkit was shaken up. As the branch finally hit the ground but it hadn't hit her... she has almost come out unscathed. A drop of scarlet liquid dripped from a minor head wound caused by a smaller branch that had come down with the larger one. An scream, it looked as if her Savior had been caught in by the fury herself. Scanning over silver it looked as if it had caught the lower half of her body...a leg and tail if she saw right.

A yelp rose from her mouth as a thick headed falcon paw whipped by her, almost running her over. "Where are you going?" The little ball of white fur glanced at where falconpaw's orbs glared. A Rogue. They had killed her mother.... She suddenly became infuriated. Her normally crystal blue eyes looked like two icy flames.

[Moonlight]

Silverpaw strugled with the tree limb. She gasped as the limb's wight pressed down on her tail and her right hind leg. She clawed out tufts of grass as she tried to pull her leg and tail out from underneath the limb. she looked around for Fallenkit. "Fallenkit don't! Let Falconpaw deal with it for now."
Silverpaw twisted over as some of her silver fur caught on some branches. She tried to push the limb off of her with little sucess. Silverpaw screamed as her leg twisted painfully. How she wanted this tree limb off of her!

[Fallenpaw]

Fallenkit sighed "B-But..mother...."
When another scream broke her ears. Fallenkit snapped out of her anger, she sighed, and turned helping push the limb away... it was easier when teh two of them where doing it. it started to move.. It was off her leg now at least. But after that it was caught on a rock and it would move... "Is your leg alright, Silver?"

She tried pushing harder... "It won't budge! Errrrr!" She slipped on a little bit of mud.. "ahh!"