I haven't seen you before [Tagged]

[Skiv]

@bellarosa For the thread between Whitepaw and Dustheart

Whitepaw padded into the dark forest. His amber eyes glowed with ambition, he was always excited to come back to the dark forest every night and continue his training. He wanted to be a strong warrior so he knew that training here was the right place to be. Plus he liked Nightfire his mentor here better than his actual mentor. Which preceded to tell him that he was also training in the Dark forest. The large brown apprentice had not seen Briarfoot here at all and he hoped that he would never see the gray warrior. Its not that he would really care its just that all that he seemed to do was compete with his apprentice. Which was fine but it got old after a while and Whitepaw wasn't going to waste his training time trying to impress his mentor that he could care less about. He only wanted to move up and train harder. He wanted to be the leader of Sunsetclan one day and he needed to work hard now so nobody got in the way when he was old enough to scare them. He needed to get to the top. He needed to. He dug his white claws into the ground. Then he padded further into the darkness. As he had been training here for about 4 moons now and he could tell the different parts of the forest much better. He was getting to the normal place that he could find the fiery pelt of his mentor Nightfire, but as he approached the spot he noticed that she was not there. He just narrowed his eyes slightly, that was odd. Nightfire was strict on being on time to training. He just narrowed his amber eyes and stood in the clearing. He looked around wondering if this was a part of his training, but he could not sense any one approaching. He just glanced around into the trees wondering what was going on. So the large apprentice just waited there for Nightfire to show, but little did he know that he wasn't going to run into Nightfire tonight.  

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A brown tabby tomcat emerged from the darkness of the spot, in place of where Nightfire usually was. His pawsteps were silent upon the earthen floor below, and in the dim light allowed to pass through the otherwise pitch black location, his golden eyes were glittering almost eeriely. This cat unsheathed his claws, remaining utterly silent, and examined Whitepaw without an expression on his face. When he finished scrutinizing the young apprentice, a smirk formed on his muzzle, and yet, he did not speak. Instead, he merely flicked his tail, until he realized that he would probably need to explain the absence of the she-cat that usually trained with him. Sighing, as if exasperated, he spoke in a voice that sounded almost silken sweet, smooth and light, pairing up with his velvety appearance quite nicely, "Your mentor is not coming very promptly..what a shame for you.. You see, she informed me that you needed training..and I persuaded her into letting me assist you. She may arrive later, if she wishes." Judging by his inflection of the word and the blood on his claws, the "persuasion" was probably something that required force. Still wearing no expression, though his golden eyes flickered with satisfaction, he awaited a response from the cat.

[Skiv]

Whitepaw turned and saw a tabby approach him. He just blinked his amber eyes at the tom still slightly wondering where Nightfire was. Whitepaw just watched the cat, he noticed that this cat had his claws unsheathed and well blood on them. Whitepaw just smirked slightly at the cat. He wasn't afraid of anything thrown his way. but this little part in his mind kept saying that Nightfire wouldn't agree to this. He just watched the dark forest warrior. He just narrowed his eyes and then shrugged. "If that's what she wish then so be it." Then he just unsheathed his claws and looked at this cat. He said, "I'm assuming you know who I am then. So may I know who you are at least?"

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Feb 15, 2015 19:34:05 GMT -5 Skiv said:

Whitepaw turned and saw a tabby approach him. He just blinked his amber eyes at the tom still slightly wondering where Nightfire was. Whitepaw just watched the cat, he noticed that this cat had his claws unsheathed and well blood on them. Whitepaw just smirked slightly at the cat. He wasn't afraid of anything thrown his way. but this little part in his mind kept saying that Nightfire wouldn't agree to this. He just watched the dark forest warrior. He just narrowed his eyes and then shrugged. "If that's what she wish then so be it." Then he just unsheathed his claws and looked at this cat. He said, "I'm assuming you know who I am then. So may I know who you are at least?"

The brown tabby felt a sharp pang of annoyance at the tomcat, and had resist the urge to claw his neck open. Using both of his front paws, he kneaded the hard earth before responding to the apprentice in a cold voice, "I am not surprised that you do not know who I am; most children such as yourself are uneducated and left ignorant of the important cats in this place. My name is Dustheart, and you will remember it, understand, Whitekit?" He ignored the cat's actual name, and his other attempts at conversation, choosing to instead slide behind him and leap upon his back, using his powerful claws to try pinning him by the shoulders.

[Skiv]

Whitepaw noticed that the dark forest warrior was getting ready for a fight. The apprentice immediately knew that he wasn't leaving here with out a fight. He just tensed up his muscles widening his stance like Nightfire had taught him. He was getting ready for Dustheart to attack. Then he was talked to like a kit, he hadn't heard of this warrior and he could see why now. This cat had done some great things to get here, but well Whitepaw never came here for a history lesson he came here to learn. He just narrowed his amber eyes watched as Dustheart moved behind him. The next thing Whitepaw felt was claws digging in his shoulders, he twisted around snapping his jaw on one of the warriors forelegs and tried to throw him off.

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Feb 17, 2015 17:15:19 GMT -5 Skiv said:

Whitepaw noticed that the dark forest warrior was getting ready for a fight. The apprentice immediately knew that he wasn't leaving here with out a fight. He just tensed up his muscles widening his stance like Nightfire had taught him. He was getting ready for Dustheart to attack. Then he was talked to like a kit, he hadn't heard of this warrior and he could see why now. This cat had done some great things to get here, but well Whitepaw never came here for a history lesson he came here to learn. He just narrowed his amber eyes watched as Dustheart moved behind him. The next thing Whitepaw felt was claws digging in his shoulders, he twisted around snapping his jaw on one of the warriors forelegs and tried to throw him off.

The Dark Forest warrior lashed his tail, ignoring the pain that the younger tomcat had brought to his foreleg. The attempts to throw himself were not successful; he just smirked and dug his claws in deeper, though his foreleg was bleeding and ached immensely. This time around, he didn't say anything, choosing to remain silent as he leaned over Whitepaw and kneaded his claws along his body.

[Skiv]

Whitepaw after a few attempts noticed that Dustheart was just digging his claws in harder. He just let the toms foreleg go. He used his head for more momentum. Swinging his head he was able to help him knock his legs out from under himself, the large apprentice started falling to the side Dustheart weight making the fall faster. He landed on the side with a hard thud. His breath knocked out of him but he knew that he had to break away from the warriors grip so he squirmed lashing his back claws out at the other cat.

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Feb 18, 2015 22:59:58 GMT -5 Skiv said:

Whitepaw after a few attempts noticed that Dustheart was just digging his claws in harder. He just let the toms foreleg go. He used his head for more momentum. Swinging his head he was able to help him knock his legs out from under himself, the large apprentice started falling to the side Dustheart weight making the fall faster. He landed on the side with a hard thud. His breath knocked out of him but he knew that he had to break away from the warriors grip so he squirmed lashing his back claws out at the other cat.

Dustheart winced when Whitepaw's back claws connected with his sensitive flesh. Jerking his foreleg away, he glared down at the apprentice with his ears flattened and teeth bared in rage. "I think that you are doing quite well, so far; for a kit." His voice was still just as sweet as he made it out to be earlier, his claws now digging into the younger cat deeper. Leaning directly over Whitepaw, he dragged his front paws, the claws unsheathed, right over the struggling cat's flank. "However, you are not doing good enough for me to let you off easily." He purred deeply, before attempting to put all of his weight on the younger cat to keep him pinned.