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Post by talltale on Jun 17, 2013 15:59:02 GMT -5
MINTPAW
She-cat || 6 Moons || Warrior Apprentice
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It had rained that morning... That was not what Mintpaw had been hopping for. She knew she had the day off today from training with Onewshisker and the night before the little apprentice had prayed to starclan to hold back the rains, for one day, that was all she needed. Starclan had not listened. The grey skies unleashed their mighty tears and soaked the moorlands. At first Mintpaw had felt discouraged by the rains and she had lain in the apprentice den's entrance staring out at the dark sky daring it to cry some more. It didn't. The weather just seemed to be trying to defy the wishes of the little apprentice and so she decided to defy the weather.
Around mid-day the sun had dared to poke it's light rays through the cloudy stone-colored sky and began to dry the lands so there was little more than small puddles lining the path to Outlook Rock. Mintpaw had not been there yet, but she remembered passing it on her way to the gathering a few nights ago when her and her sister were invited to go. The rock had looked impossible to climb at first and Mintpaw would never have tried to climb it before but now, after playing clumsily with her siblings and the other apprentices, she decided that she didn't want to be left behind anymore. She wouldn't let a nasty old badger ruin her life! It took her tail but it didn't take her life. Mintpaw could almost hear her mother's voice, "what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger", and she was right. Today Mintpaw would climb up Outlook Rock!
The small apprentice could feel the surge of confidence first rise through her fur, then fall like a rock through a wet paper bag. She stopped in front of the glistening wet rock, it looked twice as large in the day. Quickly her confidence was leaving her when she decided to go for it! Unprepared the apprentice leaped for the first ledge and as if a force repelled her slid off landing flat on her back. Time and again she tried and time and again she was repelled. The highest she had made it was to the fourth ledge when a lose piece of the stone gave way and she plummeted back to the grassy floor... of course that time she just had to land in a mud puddle. She wasn't a white and gray cat anymore, she was a brown dirty looking thing sitting at the base of a rock. She might have almost looked like a rouge, so poorly groomed.
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Post by TANGO on Jun 30, 2013 19:58:20 GMT -5
Mousedapple could detect an aesthetic disaster from a mile away. She couldn't scent a rabbit two tail-lengths behind her if it were downwind, but a muddy apprentice on the horizon caught her attention quicker than a flash of lightning. The impeccably groomed warrior paused mid-stalk to scrutinize the shadow on the horizon. As she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head for a better view of the disheveled cat, the mouse she was chasing made a dash for safety, not that Mousedapple noticed. Detecting a cat in need of grooming, she sheathed her claws and trotted forward, her tail held high as she proudly made her way toward Outlook Rock. When there was a coat in need, she thought, it was Mousedapple to the rescue!
As the apprentice's figure came fully into view, Mousedapple gasped. She hadn't imagined an emergency like this one! For StarClan's sake, it seemed the poor dear was covered from tail to ear in mud, and the longer she stared the more she dreaded to discover the identity of the cat beneath the mud... "Mintpaw?" she began hesitantly. "Is that you?"
What horror! Her own, darling apprentice wandering the open moors looking like a... like a... like a mudworm! Mousedapple couldn't bear to see her suffering in such a way. She knew what she had to do. She took a deep breath to prepare herself and then plunged forward into the mud puddle, sloshing the brown gook around her legs and sending bits into the air. Without bothering to seek permission, she picked Mintpaw up by the scruff of her neck and carried her out of puddle onto dry, clean ground. She gently placed the apprentice on a solid patch of grass and began to wipe her own paws off among the leaves.
"Oh Great StarClan!" she exhaled as she turned her grooming efforts onto Mintpaw's muddy fur with furious licks. "Look at you, you poor thing. Whatever were you trying to do?"
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Post by talltale on Jun 30, 2013 20:22:04 GMT -5
MINTPAW
She-cat || 6 Moons || Warrior Apprentice
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Mintpaw was too preoccupied with shaking the muck off of her little round paws to even notice a monster coming her direction, so noticing the significantly-smaller-than-a-monster Mousedapple heading straight for her with a mission in mind wasn't likely to happen. The apprentice shook herself but it was to no effect, she was still a 90% brown cat... What a terrific day this was... What an overly perfect day... Her sister wasn't here, her brother wasn't here, Cinderfoot was too busy for her, she didn't know where Mousedapple was... She was lonely. She started to drift off into a daydream.
As teeth clamped, gently, onto the back of her neck she mewled in immediate surprise. "Oh Mousedapple" She said looking up at the pretty she-cat as she was plopped on the ground. She dipped her little head respectfully and a quiet rumble of relief rolled in her chest as she realised she'd been pulled out of that sticky mud by her over excitable mentor and not by a horrifying badger.
"What are you doing out here? I thought you were out patrolling today." She meowed, though she could have been wrong... she was probably wrong. Her head was too full of trying to be brave to remember the personal schedules of everyone in the clan like she normally did.
Moving on before Mousedapple could reply to the comment Mintpaw rubbed as much of the mud off of her face with her forepaw that she could... not that a muddy paw helped get rid of mud on her face and whiskers... "I was trying to climb Outlook Rock." She explained, "My balance isn't very good because of my short tail so I thought I'd practice alone today." She meowed hopping that made any sort of sense to the fashion oriented diva standing in front of her desperately trying to get the mud off of her own paws now.
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