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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Jan 15, 2009 15:56:38 GMT -5
Swiftfang was padding through the snow, constantly staring at the smelly Thunderpath. Today, it was covered in ice, and there were not many monsters up and about. ShadowClan is low on prey.
I must find any fresh meal and take it back to camp.
Crowfood. Disgusting it was to every clan, but ShadowClan needs every scrap of food. Crowfood or not, the clan has to be fed.
Swiftfang spotted a dead squirrel off to the side of the Thunderpath. The creatures intestines were smeared all over the ice. Faster than falling rain, the tabby sprinted on to the Thunderpath and attempted to drag the squirrel back to the path, but the intestines of the squirrel were frozen on to the icy path, anchoring the crowfood to the smelly deathtrap.
With a agile nip, Swiftfang freed the dead squirrel from the Thunderpath, and skidded to a halt on the side of the path. There, he buried it in the snow, preserving all flavor that was left.
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Post by Charbarboo on Feb 1, 2009 19:27:59 GMT -5
Moonpaw padded through the snow trying to keep up with Swiftfang. The discussing smells of the Thunderpath made his nose burn. The young apprentice smelled another horrible scent. Crowfood. Moonpaw despised crowfood with every bone in his body, ShadowClan was low on prey though and needed anything to eat.
The dark gray tom saw his mentor dash off into the middle of the Thunderpath. Moonpaw was frozen with fear, he was terrified of the Thunderpath. When he was a kit he was told stories of cats chasing prey blindly across the Thunderpath and getting killed. Moonpaw shock the thought, Swiftfang knows what he's doing.
The young tom was relieved when the warrior came back to the side of the Thunderpath and buried the squirrel. "Where to now, Swiftfang?" Moonpaw managed to meow, still shocken from the thought of his mentor being hit by a monster.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Feb 2, 2009 21:11:58 GMT -5
Gazing with cold eyes, Swiftfang replied cooly, "We shall train."
Looking to the trees behind the thunderpath, the mentor flicked his tail toward the muddy forest.
"What do you smell, Moonpaw?" He said. Wind brushed his fur, and a cold shiver ran up his back. The forest smiled. Sun shined through the clouds for just a moment, and Swiftfang savored the warm, sweet rays...
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Post by Charbarboo on Feb 2, 2009 21:30:14 GMT -5
The breeze make Moonpaw's fur ruffle. He carefully scented the air, "I smell the Thunderpath...mice, rats.....and maybe a rabbit." the apprentice mewed. It was hard to deceiver scents so close to the strong Thunderpath. He swayed his thick tail.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Feb 6, 2009 17:48:45 GMT -5
Swiftfang nodded.
"Your answer would be suitable for a normal apprentice... but no, not a ShadowClan cat. They smell only the important smells. See what only has to be seen. You must train your nose to ignore the stench of Thunderpath."
Blocking the smell of Thunderpath was a skill that Swiftfang had mastered.
"Take a nice, big whiff, Moonpaw. Concentrate on that smell. Familiarize yourself with it."
That was step one of ShadowClan training.
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Post by Charbarboo on Feb 8, 2009 17:36:09 GMT -5
Moonpaw hesitated and took in a breath full of air.
The Thunderpath's stench was painful to smell. He concentrated only on the worst smell.
This was going to be a long apprenticeship. The tom slowly exhaled and took in more air.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Feb 9, 2009 19:44:36 GMT -5
"Yes..." Swiftfang grumbled. "Just keep that smell in your nostrils. It will eventually go away."
This technique was a skill Swiftfang had developed by himself, in the dark away from camp. Back then, apprentices weren't as close to their mentors.
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Post by Charbarboo on Feb 10, 2009 18:16:37 GMT -5
Moonpaw did just as Swiftfang said, though he detested the smell he kept it in. The apprentice quivered , still not that use to the wrecked scent. He wished that it would go away, but it was just his luck when a strong breeze blew from the Thunderpath. Of coruse...the gray tom thought. He was never the luckiest cat in the world. He learned that in his kit hood, when the sickness came.
The young tom stopped himself of thinking of the horrendous tragedy. Instead he pondered on how Swiftfang's mentor was with him. He was probably a great warrior, just like Swiftfang is now,the apprentice thought. Luckily these thoughts distracted him from the stench of the Thunderpath.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Feb 10, 2009 18:32:14 GMT -5
"Alright, you can stop for now. It never sinks in the first time." Swiftfang meowed deeply. "It took me three moons." What he didn't tell Moonpaw was that his nose was burning the whole time. Instead, he sugar coated it. "Your nose will burn a bit while it is adjusting. This is normal."
A gust of wind chilled Swiftfang, and he squinted as his eyes started to get a bit dry. Black snow stained by the monsters was blown on to Swiftfang, burning his skin a bit. He growned.
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Post by Charbarboo on Feb 10, 2009 18:42:24 GMT -5
"Thank-you." Moonpaw meowed. He was relieved when he was able to stand up. He turned his head away and breathed in the scents of the marshes. He had never been happier in his life to smell the comforting scents.
Only a little while before the burning stops, he thought happily. The young apprentice shock the snow off his pelt. The black snow almost smelled as worse as the Thunderpath. Cold droplets of water came off as he ruggedly shook his pelt. Even after all the shaking, the tom still felt wet throughout his body.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Feb 11, 2009 18:28:28 GMT -5
Swiftfang inhaled, expelling any toxins from his olfactory system. He started grooming himself, and a revolting taste filled his mouth. "Blechgarg." He growled in gibberish. He flexed his claws, and stretched his long, dark body. Yellow eyes dull as usual, he slowly turned his tabby head to his apprentice.
"Ready for battle training?" He asked.
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Post by Charbarboo on Feb 11, 2009 19:43:10 GMT -5
Moonpaw fluffed himself up, trying to made himself look more ready than he really was. The young tom looked his mentor, not wanting to meet his eyes."Uh..Yes, Swiftfang." the apprentice hesitated. He didn't want to go up against a strong warrior, but he must to get better in battle. If he ever wanted to be apart of a victory for ShadowClan in a battle he must.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Feb 14, 2009 12:53:05 GMT -5
"Alright. First things first. I am an enemy warrior. You are on patrol. I'm getting awfully close to your border." The cat inched closer, a dangerous glint in his yellow eyes. "What do you do...?" Swiftfang said dully. The dark cat got closer, in a mock-threatening position.
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Post by Charbarboo on Feb 14, 2009 17:33:30 GMT -5
Moonpaw blurted out one of the first thing that popped in his head. "I, tell you that you are getting too close. But, if you came any closer after that than I would attack." he meowed. The young tom arched his back, ready to fight. All the fur in his gray pelt were standing tall.
To him this was as real as it got, for the time being. All of his senses were alert, for the slightest of movement.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Feb 20, 2009 16:41:21 GMT -5
Swiftfang stalked around Moonpaw, jeering "Yes... but you must sound threatening, like a tortured badger. Oh, what's this... I crossed your border. No more speech now.." The tom's voice drifted into a silent abyss. He raised his hackles, and arched his back. The dark warrior hissed, and jumped in Moonpaw's direction, claws sheathed, as this was training.
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Post by Charbarboo on Feb 20, 2009 18:52:11 GMT -5
Moonpaw dived to the side as quickly as he could, avoiding Swiftfang's attack. Though, unlucky for Moonpaw, he had never been quite agile. The young apprentice was hit by the older tom, knocking him back.
The dark gray tom quickly got up to face his mentor, who was probably not very pleased with him.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Feb 22, 2009 10:47:51 GMT -5
As Moonpaw was trying to doge the attack, Swiftfang lightly nudged him in the ribcage with his paw, and Moonpaw was knocked away.
"That wasn't even a swipe with my paw, Moonpaw." Swiftfang droned. "Sometimes, less is more and a simple nudge to the side will trigger reflex and make the opponent unbalanced. You need to be more agile in order for you to dodge any move, even a nudge. That was not a traditional battle move, and was a move I taught to myself. Now for older moves. Jump at me." He said.
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Post by Charbarboo on Feb 22, 2009 11:35:38 GMT -5
Moonpaw was ashamed that he couldn't even dodge a simple nudge. The tom refocused, he saw the perfect spot to jump to knock over Swiftfang. The ShadowClan apprentice quickly took the opportunity and jumped, chis piercing blue eyes set on his target.
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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Mar 3, 2009 21:54:57 GMT -5
Swiftfang let his apprentice hit him head on, but that was not all Swiftfang had planned. The older cat rolled back, and kicked Moonpaw off of him using both of his back legs.
"Try not to let your enemies jump you, but if it happens, kick them off with claws unsheathed." He said, tail swishing.
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Post by Charbarboo on Mar 8, 2009 9:48:36 GMT -5
Moonpaw fell back wards from Swiftfang's counter attack. He then nodded, the tom needed to take as much information as possible if he ever wanted to be a great ShadowClan warrior.
The apprentice fluffed out his fur again and waited for his mentor's next command.
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