Black and White are Opposites

[Blackie]

The calm left the snowy forrest feeling strangely empty, with no wind to echo through the trees. Frost shards floated from the top most branches, coming to settle on the fluffy blanket below. White clouds in the sky added to the silence, enveloping the woodland in a cozy embrace. The still day offered a full view of leafbare's natural beauty. The glittering snow, mysterious quiet, the warmth and security of home. It was almost perfect.

Trudging through the deep snow, a small black shape could be seen pushing it's way through drifts and white banks. It weedled it's way through, searching for the more shallow places but always managing to go straight through the thick of things. Almost as her life seemed to her. Except that she usually got into trouble on purpose.

Blackpaw's head lifted out of the snow. Her whiskers quivered with threats of a sneeze and she looked a bit flustered. With a flick of her head, she shook off the flakes that were clinging to her before lifting herslef onto her hind paws. She was trying to get a better view of her surroundings. She was bigger now than she had been, but not by much. She was still just small enough that, in order to look over something, she practically had to climb over it. Grumbling with the irritation, she tried to find a bare spot on the ground where prey might gather for a light feeding. She wasn't used to hunting in the snow; Severedclaw hadn't practiced with her very often on those skills.

After finding nothing, Blackpaw dropped back down and hissed into the snow. Some of the powder fluttered into her mouth. Spluttering, Blackpaw leaped up only to land into a bank much deeper than herself. Yowling with frustration, she clawed her way back out and rolled into more shallow snow.

She laid there, ears drawn back and tail lashing. Her gold eyes were shadowed by her angry expression; the pupils enlarged to show the strength of her emotion.

"I hate snow." she growled to herself. "I hate hunting. I hate not being able to play. I hate that there's no one to play with." She closed her eyes and let her tail bring up snowy puffs with a mighty jerk.

[Kitsu <3]

iNHERiTANCE

so far away from where you are

"I hate snow. I hate hunting. I hate not being able to play. I hate that there's no one to play with."

these miles have torn us worlds apart

Inheritancepaw felt like being different in that period of time. She didn't know why, but she forced her way through the snow and to her denmate. "Then, clearly, I must not exist. Because I'd be happy to play with you if you just asked." She stated, somewhat bitterly. The half-white she-cat turned her textured forest green eyes over the snowy area, searching for something to sit on. She spotted a wide rock; that would be perfect, if she could make her way through this snow. Inheritance grappled with a tree trunk, forcing her way up the slippery and cold bark to get to a knot. Then she leaped and landed a few tail-lengths short of the rock. "Come over here, get a relief from the snow!" She called to the other apprentice. The snow, thankfully, got shallower the closer she got to the stone. Jumping onto it, her tail brushed quickly across the snow that barely buried her paws. Inheritance cleared two spots, each large, for the two apprentices to sit on.

and i miss you, yeah i miss you

Inheritance glanced at Blackpaw. How long would she wait to move and sit in the spot she had given her? The snow would probably completely cover it again before she did. "So, why're you out here? It's not exactly the greatest place to hunt. No prey would in their right mind be hiding among all these drifts. You have to find the shallower areas, and maybe clear little areas to find a hole that a mouse could hide in." She knew enough about hunting to know and use that fact. Maybe this other apprentice didn't, despite her age? She shrugged softly to herself, smiling at Blackpaw simply for the sake of smiling at her.

so far away from where you are, standing underneath the stars

Inheritance stretched out her forepaws and stuck her butt in the air. She was cramping up from the cold snow. She hissed nearly silently in annoyance. The snow was stupid; she was beginning to hate the soft, fluffy substance because it was being a mousebrain and sticking to the ground. It should be melting, not making kits die from the icy cold! Inheritance flexed her claws, digging into the tiny layer of snow that had already gathered at her toes. With a sigh, she plopped her body down and rested her head on her paws. Maybe Blackpaw would suggest going back to camp and getting something to eat. She was getting hungry.

and i wish you were here[/color]

[the; MINTY ♥]

The snow squeaked and crunched as it sank to the ground, condensing beneath the paws. The pale winter sun still shone overhead, rather low in the sky, but there. Snow crusted the trees, glittering in the sunlight. The stillness was almost ominous, except that Cloudpaw felt completely safe here. It was his territory, after all. His clan owned it. No cat would dare to cross ThunderCla. They were stronger than WindClan, smarter than hadowClan, and faster than RiverClan. They could pad silently on snow if they wanted to. But Cloudpaw couldn't care less. It was his territory, after all.

Cloudpaw loved snow. It was soft and cold and white, just like the clouds. You could splash in it like water and not drown. You can keep prey cool and fresh. It had infinite uses, and Cloudpaw loved them all. A single snowflake drifted down from a small cloud in the sky, landing lightly on the young tom's nose. His tongue flicked out and licked it off, relishing the sweet, clear water. Suddenly deciding he was thirsty, her dove into the snow and chewed through it, drinking it in and soaking his fur. When he rose, he had snow in his clumping fur and ice hanging from his whiskers. And he was standing behind Blackpaw.

Cloudpaw silently shook the snow off his pelt and gently placed a paw in Blackpaw's pawprint, employing the silent snow-walking. Again. And again. At last he was close enough, low to the ground. He waggled his haunches before pushing off, sending a cloud of snow into the air. His outstretched paws were aming for Blackpaw's shoulders, and he thought of what he would do. Squish her down then let her up. Simple. Playful. Apprenticelike. And fun.