ww. Training [Firepaw]

[w h i s p e r :: d a i s y]

ooc// Just had a thought. Do you want to do a mini-plot? i.e. - Remember the whole Whisperclaw/Breezeclaw thing? What if Breezeclaw turned Firepaw evil? Just a thought.

xx. Stranger than you
dreamt it...

Whisperclaw

Her eyes were a mirror of shame and fear, all wrapped up into one. She was scared to touch a branch, scared to touch the ground too hard, just in case an accidental act of violence triggered the one that still sat, dormant sometimes, inside her. She was scared of herself, though she had often told herself to get over it and to push this other half away. It never worked. Having let Breezeclaw take over her life in the first few weeks after she appeared, the evil counterpart had grown too strong, and she hadn't the will to push her back again. Perhaps this was why she was finally taking her apprentice out to train, after an interlude of moping and distress. Perhaps she was trying to train herself as much as she was her apprentice. She shivered as she felt a breeze ruffle the trees.

Breezeclaw

Breezeclaw laughed, in the back of Whisperclaw's mind. She thought of how, everytime she attacked for dominance, she was given it with hardly any trouble. Of course, there was always the matter of her sickeningly good half thinking that, perhaps, she could mend this by 'becoming one' with Breezeclaw. In fact, it did work for about 5 minutes before this evil she-cat dispelled the thought once again from her host's mind. Let the host think she is control, for now.

[Badgersoul]

[That is a great idea! ^w^]

Already the world was becoming cold, dieing in the frost of what will one day become think layers of snow. A chilling breese made amber leaves from the forest of Thunderclan float down into the water, the leaves looked like flames in the water. As if all of Thunderclan was on fire- even the river seemed to be on fire from the reflexion of the Thunderclan forest. The world around was slowly died, along with the cats in it.

Firepaw' dark red pelt was darker then the leaves the fell from the trees. His lardge feet padded oh so silently on the cold ground. He walked over to his mentor, her eyes were filled with shame and fear. oh great, my mentore already hates me, Firepaw bowed down respectfuly- he had hoped to become a warrior before the first snow fell- and if he wanted that goal to be reached he would have to practise and listen as best as he could. "I am ready" .