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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 24, 2007 18:23:21 GMT -5
A dark gray tom with large black paws and a splash of ginger fur on his head was approaching the top of the Volcano crater. His paws stirred up clouds of lung-clogging ashes as he trudged on. Even though he was strong, the trip to the top of the volcano was still pretty rough. After a few minutes of walking, Finchpaw finally made it to the top and sat down, his dark blue eyes gleaming with a sense of accomplishment. Even though he was happy about reaching the summit of the highest point in the territory, he was still pretty sad. His sister, who was the same age as him, was clan deputy. And what was he? Just a worthless apprentice. His triumphant attitude came to an end and he slashed angrily at the ground with his long claws. What did he do to deserve this?
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Post by Brambles on Oct 24, 2007 18:28:15 GMT -5
"Now what made you want to do that Finchpaw." The sing-song voice of Rowanfrost drifted across the slight breeze. The grey speckled femme sat a few fox-lengths away upon a rock. Rowanfrost's blue orbs glowed brightly against her grey fur. The femme stood and padded to Finchpaw's side. "What is on your mind?"
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 24, 2007 18:33:45 GMT -5
Finchpaw looked up as he heard the voice of Rowanfrost, one of the few cats in the clan that he truly admired. His fur grew hot with embarrassment from being disturbed while he was sulking on the summit of the volcano. Since the apprentice trusted the former clan leader, he decided to tell her what was wrong. “It’s just that… I’m still an apprentice.” He meowed, shuffling his paws through the ashes below him. “I mean, I enjoy training and all, but my sister, Larksong is the same age as me and she’s clan deputy. What did I do wrong that I was passed over?”
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Post by Brambles on Oct 24, 2007 18:37:33 GMT -5
Rowanfrost sighed deeply, her flanks sinking into her sides as she did so. The femme looked out over the volcanos summit, gazing at AshClans borders and the Clans that lay beyond. Her gaze flicked back to Finchpaw, and she murmured, "The fact you are still an apprentice was my own fault. I never seemed to take the time to give you your proper ceremony, and now it is too late as Smolderstar is leader." Rowanfrost smiled weakly at Finchpaw, purring, "Your time is overdue. But I will see to it personally that Smolderstar give you your ceremony sooner than you could hope for." Rowanfrost nudged Finchpaw lightly hoping she had cheered him some.
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 24, 2007 18:44:43 GMT -5
A small smile spread across Finchpaw's muzzle at Rowanfrost's comment, and his eyes began to gleam with excitement again. "Thank you." He meowed, beginning to purr. Then changing the subject he meowed, "So do you like being a warrior again?" He asked. "Or do you miss being leader? I've always wanted to be leader... I guess my sister beat me to that."
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Post by Brambles on Oct 24, 2007 18:49:52 GMT -5
Rowanfrost smiled at Finchpaw's last comment. "You will surely be a leader someday, I'm sure of it. But yes, I am glad to be a warrior again, but I do truly miss being a leader. I felt so much....closer to DreamClan than I do now, but they are still here and look out for all of us." The femme replied, blue eyes glimering slightly.
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 24, 2007 18:58:07 GMT -5
Finchpaw's smile grew bigger as Rowanfrost mentioned him becoming leader someday. She had no idea how much he wanted to achieve his goal of leading Ashclan. "I hope I can get a chance to talk to Dreamclan while I'm still alive... I bet it's pretty exciting." Finchpaw meowed, his fur beginning to rustle a small breeze that started to blow ashes into the air. So many of the tiny particles were flying through the air that he had to squint his eyes to keep them out.
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Post by Brambles on Oct 24, 2007 19:07:52 GMT -5
"You will when you become leader." Rowanfrost purred. The simple word 'when' used instead of 'if' expressed how much she felt confidence for Finchpaw to become leader someday.
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 24, 2007 19:14:28 GMT -5
Before Finchpaw could reply, the wind had started blowing harder, causing him to be completely blinded by the flying ash. Squinting in a desperate attempt to see, he meowed, "Rowanfrost, what's happening?"
OOC: Sorry I was bored... so I decided to make a little storm-type thing XD
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Post by Brambles on Oct 24, 2007 19:16:05 GMT -5
OOC: lol thats okay.
BIC: Rowanfrost ducked her head down, shielding her eyes from the blinding ash. "I do not know." She replied, moving to stand beside Finchpaw. "We must get off the crater, or we will choke on the ashes." The former leader added quickly, ushering Finchpaw with her tail towards the trail down the volcanos side.
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 26, 2007 15:16:48 GMT -5
Finchpaw listened to Rowanfrost and began to walk down the steep trail. He looked back every so often to make sure Rowanfrost was okay, but it was hard to see her because of the blinding ashes. Then all of a sudden, dark clouds began gather above the volcano and the rest of the territory. The clouds came quick, and all of a sudden, rain began pouring down. The ash stopped flying around as it turned into a mud-like mixture, but now the path to the bottom of the volcano was slippery. The two cats would have to watch what they were doing or they could easily fall.
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Post by Brambles on Oct 26, 2007 20:34:33 GMT -5
Rowanfrost unsheathed her claws, unsing them as best she could for extra traction. The femme hissed in pain as she slid, catching one of the claws on a rock and snagging it. She nudged Finchpaw lightly. "I'm still here." Rowanfrost called over the winds, threatening to drown out her voice.
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 27, 2007 15:35:02 GMT -5
"Okay." Finchpaw meowed back to her, hoping she could hear him. He too unsheathed his claws so he wouldn't fall down the slippery slope. His eyes were almost completely closed due to the blinding rain. If a fox or badger would come along he would make easy prey since he couldn't see or hear.
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Post by Brambles on Oct 27, 2007 15:38:44 GMT -5
Rownfrost raised her head, dispite the wind, rain, and small bits of debris that lashed at her eyes. She peered around through qsuinted eyes, then gasped and ducked, but too late. The chunk of wood careened into Rowanfrost just as she pushed Finchpaw away. The femme cried out, but her voice was drowned as she tumbled down the steep slope, the wood piece splintered and flying like lethal daggers in the air.
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Oct 27, 2007 15:43:27 GMT -5
Finchpaw was pushed out of the way, and then heard a quiet sound. It sounded like Rowanfrost. He turned around and couldn't see her anywhere. He opened his mouth to yowl with fury, but the sound was drowned out by the howling wind. "Rowanfrost!" He yowled as loud as he could. "Where are you!" His voice cracked because he was calling out so loud. He ran off of the trail searching for her. He kept calling out every few paces, hoping she would hear him.
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