Featherstep and Offpaw [Border Tours/Training]

[.feather//oceana.]

xx.//You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks.]]


A lithe silver tabby made her way over the ashen slopes and seated herself comfortably on a tree stump. Featherstep wrapped her thin tail around her petite white paws, waiting patiently for Offpaw, her new apprentice. Her whiskers twitched as she recalled fighting here, many moons ago, when she was leader. The RageClan border always carried a nasty feeling to her.

xx.//And you're gonna burn the city down right now.]]

Her blue eyes scanned the horizion for any sign of her apprentice, or any other approaching cat, AshClan or enemy. Dark thoughts seemed to be the only ones that filled her head in this place. The aging femme was almost certain that Offpaw was going to be her last apprentice before she retired reluctantly to the elder's den, and she was determined to do her best job, and turn him into a fine warrior, but she wanted so desperately to turn tail and run from the RageClan border. Death, her own and that of her brother Tidepaw, thoughts that plagued her mind often. The she-cat was startled as Offpaw approached from behind.

xx.//Oh close up camera two, cause the hero dies in this scene.]]

[mercury]

His buttery milk coat stood out like a sunflower in a field of roses. He trotted along eagerly his intense keen blue eyes peeled for his mentor. he strode carefully, his paws barely touching the ground. his undeveloped muscles bunched powerfully, propelling him forward and showing the potential that e withheld. He spotted is mentor and so quietly moved toward her back. He saw her spot him, obviously startled and couldn't help but to smugly smirk in pride. he trotted around to her front and rested on his haunches, wrapping his long bushy tail around his body and brushing it across is nose. He nodded respectfully, eager to begin.

[.feather//oceana.]

xx.//Your inspiration is the loss of absolutely everything.]]

"It's about time you showed up!," Featherstep murrowed with a playful smirk. She liked Offpaw's looks, he reminded her somewhat of Tidepaw. "I'm glad you found your way here easily, now you do know where we are right?" the femme ventured. A crisp breeze blew the nasty stench of RageClan towards them. Without waiting for his response, Featherstep interrupted "Ugh, I don't know how those cats live with themselves, if I smelled like that I'd go jump off a cliff!" the elderly tabby chuckled at her own dry humor.

xx.//And flashback on the girl, as we montage every memory.]]

[mercury]

at her words Offpaw inhald deeply, sucking in the scents of the surronding clans.

''we are on the boder. The smells Rageclan.''

he reported though it was obvious. the scent of rancid but it didn't bother him, not after living with rogues. He gave a shrug and watched his mentor expectantly, aniticpating the start of training.

[mercury]

*pokewy*

[.feather//oceana.]

POSTINGGGG *IN PROGRESS*