Post by ~All I Need on Oct 10, 2009 13:27:10 GMT -5
F L A R E
RiverClan Apprentice
After the apprentice ceremony, Shadowfire beckoned his son to follow him, telling that he was taking Flare to battle practice to a suspicous Clan. Flare knew from the moment that he took one step after the dark warrior that he was going to be greatly punished. He always knew how he would be punished. But why was he being punished? He probably would never know.
Shadowfire had glared at his son, his steely blue eyes seething with unspoken hatred. " Why have I brought you here, Flare? "
Flare had looked up with shame in his eyes and shook his head, unable to stare his father in the eye.
" Won't talk, eh? Will you talk if I make you? "
Flare shook his head again, refusing to answer. He wasn't going to give in to his father. Though he hated Shadowfire with every fiber of his being, he loved him, too.
Shadowfire had lept at Flare, claws extended; snarls as vicious as a lion's breaking the quiet peace in the forest. The crazed warrior clawed and clawed until Flare's whimpers turned into screams. Without a word, Shadowfire backed away and walked back to the RiverClan camp, his lips pulled up in a smug smile and a relieved swagger in his step.
Flare hated him; he was flippin insane.
Feeling fresh pain surface, Flare glared at the ground and tore at it like he would if it was Shadowfire. There was no way he could go to camp like this, especially not after the way he confronted his kin at the Clan ceremony. Everyone would know; Shadowfire would kill him then. So he would have to stay out here by the river until his wounds healed or he came up with a perfect excuse. Besides, he didn't want Clan company right now. All he wanted was his two best friends to be right by his side.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
RiverClan Apprentice
All I want to do...
[/color]... Is be more like me and be less like you.
[/size][/color][/color]A midnight black rook took flight, rising slowly on the wind currents that dragged at the storm clouds on the horizon. In the shadows of the grasping foliage, two different eyes watched the rook with interest. These luminous, multi-hued eyes were set in a broad, striped face that was torn with uncertainty. Excited and scared, the feline's heart pounded hard against his ribcage and pushed the blood, roaring, into his ears.
Sighing, he pushed himself out of the underbrush, thorns clinging to his glossy, thick pelt. He winced as some of the thorns tugged sheepishly at the raw skin that were already puffy with signs of infection. These claw marks coated almost every part of his body, crisscrossing to make horrible latice patterns. Blood dripped sluggishly down his snowy white fur, staining it an odd pink. The steady drip of the viscous liquid was the off beat to the feline's paw steps.
I did nothing to deserve this...
After the apprentice ceremony, Shadowfire beckoned his son to follow him, telling that he was taking Flare to battle practice to a suspicous Clan. Flare knew from the moment that he took one step after the dark warrior that he was going to be greatly punished. He always knew how he would be punished. But why was he being punished? He probably would never know.
Shadowfire had glared at his son, his steely blue eyes seething with unspoken hatred. " Why have I brought you here, Flare? "
Flare had looked up with shame in his eyes and shook his head, unable to stare his father in the eye.
" Won't talk, eh? Will you talk if I make you? "
Flare shook his head again, refusing to answer. He wasn't going to give in to his father. Though he hated Shadowfire with every fiber of his being, he loved him, too.
Shadowfire had lept at Flare, claws extended; snarls as vicious as a lion's breaking the quiet peace in the forest. The crazed warrior clawed and clawed until Flare's whimpers turned into screams. Without a word, Shadowfire backed away and walked back to the RiverClan camp, his lips pulled up in a smug smile and a relieved swagger in his step.
Flare hated him; he was flippin insane.
Feeling fresh pain surface, Flare glared at the ground and tore at it like he would if it was Shadowfire. There was no way he could go to camp like this, especially not after the way he confronted his kin at the Clan ceremony. Everyone would know; Shadowfire would kill him then. So he would have to stay out here by the river until his wounds healed or he came up with a perfect excuse. Besides, he didn't want Clan company right now. All he wanted was his two best friends to be right by his side.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
