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[Burningwing]

Crowpaw walked silently through the dimly lit marsh, the usually soft, peaty moss now hard and encrusted with a layer of ice. Pools of ice glimmered near her paws as she steered carefully around the edge of them. Her sleek black pelt glittered as the rising sunlight hit the flakes of snow littering her pelt. Her eyes gleamed an light blue, reflecting the frigid puddles of water. Her long black claws sunk into the ground for support as she tottered over a ridge of frosted leaves, iced together to form a sort of small bridge. A small gust rattled through the few, barren trees that crept from the ground, showering it with a drizzle or icicles, shattering on the impact. The snow lay on the ground, soft and fluffy, fluttering away as Crowpaw's paws came crashing down, the delicate black pads rough and worn.

The apprentice bared her fangs in a false snarl, the silvery white gleam enhancing the blade-like points. Laying her ears back, flat against her skull, she pushed off on her front legs, rearing on her hind for a moment, slashing the air with talon-like claws clashing the air, her breath billowing out and hanging there like an unfinished thought. Her jaws contracted, echoing out with a splintering snap as her teeth slammed together. No longer would her victim walk! And so, with one, evenly placed aim...WHAM. Her front paws sliced down on top of a piece of rotting wood, splitting the pieces away in a swift movement. Satisfied, she trotted away, her long black tail swinging behind her like a vine. A storm was brewing above her, loud crashes of thunder crackling ominously.

The towering clouds built up rapidly, the dark grey sky shadowing over the land, and the small she-cat picking her way over the soggy terra. A fine mist was spreading over the land, just as Crowpaw reached a well forested area of her territory, each tree covered in a veil of pale ice crystals. Unlike most winter storms, a small gap in the sky gave way to a brilliant ray of sunshine, incidentally, shining directly upon the sleek black cat's path. Her pelt was now spiked up with frost, which she vainly tried to clear off, only to freeze her moist pink tongue. She narrowed her eyes at the sight of the storm welling up, making a clicking noise and slightly shook her head in distaste. But she had more important things to worry about then a simple storm.

Just like she had been late to become a apprentice, it seemed she was going to be late to become a warrior. Not that it mattered much to her, as being that her mentor happened to be the leader of the clan, she knew that Dogstar was busy running his clan, and with the strange and cold weather, dealing with getting enough prey was plenty enough worry then to have a whining apprentice on his heels all day. At least she had Flailpaw. A wide grin reached her face as she thought about the brown, camouflage-like coloured tom, his amber eyes glistening in the shadows. She let out a dreamy sigh, dripping with serenity, before lounging around the huge, bulking boulder that lay ahead in her favorite clearing. A loud purr filled her body, but it wasn't louder then the crackling of dried ferns filling her ear. Her head whipped around to see the shadow of a cat emerging from the undergrowth...

[Burningwing]

This thread is open, anyone want to post?

[*-*Winterfrost*-*]

((OOC: I would, but I haven't made either of my SC charries yet, and they probably wouldn't have been accepted yet anyway. Sorry. I could post them real quick or something, but other than that....you'll probably have to wait for someone else. Sorry. ))

[Bhuvana]

Violet optics shone as a she-cat emerged from the undergrowth. Her body was a simple black mostly, but pale gray blotches covered a good part of it. Her tail twitched in greeting as she placed one large paw in front of her. The cat was friendly, for the most part, unlike her father and brother. She enjoyed the company of younger cats, rather than warriors. She could never let her father know this, of course. He'd beat her senseless if he knew how soft she really was.
A twilight colored she cat stood before her. The cat had done a dreamy sigh only a moment before. A playful smile crossed Blackdevil's face before she spoke. Her voice was soft and childish, a surprising for one of her family. Her family was serious, all about battles and such. "Greetings Crowpaw." she purred. "What's on your mind?" according to the sigh, Blackdevil could only guess a tom cat; but, she's been wrong before.