Celestial Winds(Roselocke)

[Lightningtrail]

I want to be known for my hits

((Roselocke))
The leaves of the towering oak trees billowed and swayed in the breeze, waving and turning like SunsetClan's shore. The gentle roar made by the wind only made the illusion more intense as a single pointed tom stood among the trees. Although he may have been in TalonClan when he died, he had to admit that he had missed the oak forests of MidnightClan until he was able to visit them again in death. but he knew this was not MidnightClan. This was a different forest that happened to look similarly to MidnightClan. He was not wandering the earth as a ghost now, he was standing in StarClan territory where the ground was laden with star light and the wind roared like lions. The warm winds blew against the tom's pelt, but it was not strong enough to force him along with it. He lived in TalonClan for 10 moons, he knew what it felt like to be man-handled, he had seen apprentices tumble off of cliffs from the terrible winds. This was no more than a mere breeze to him.

The creamy colored tom meandered his way to a small pond. He peered inside, watching as he gave his ear a flick and twitched his whiskers. Today, he would be meeting a new cat, a LeafClanner. He gave his head a small shake. No, not a LeafClanner, a tom, an apprentice, a cat. Once a feline reached StarClan, clan titles meant nothing. A cat was a cat and should be treated like nothing less. The tom searched the pool, his mind concentrating easily on the LeafClan camp. He had only been their once, but he remembered the way. His eyes soon found themselves looking upon the camp, the apprentice den, a young white and grey tom. His eyes focused on the tom. With a flick of his tail, he started a dream inside the tom's mind of the forest he was inside of in StarClan. He was not quite sure how to do this or if he was doing it correctly, but he would never admit that he did not know. He blinked and saw that the dream had started, and he was gazing upon Wolfpaw who was in front of him. "Wolfpaw. I am Falconheart," He mewed, his gaze as serious as ever but his pelt dusted with stars. "I have a proposition for you. Would you like to be trained by a StarClanner?"

not just for my misses

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Tags: Lightningtrail
Muse: Pretty good
OOC: So excited! :3
Words: 310

The silvery-white tom stalked into camp, dragging a lovely squirrel and a sadly scrawny vole through the entrance. Leaf-Fall was defiantly not his favorite season, for the prey was slowly getting more scarce, and the winds and still air were becoming colder every day. And his short fur did not help, since it was not very thick, which meant that Leaf-Bare would be very unappealing. The grey-blown splotch on his head was in shocking contrast to his silvery fur, and his bright forest green eyes. The tom was average sized, with a muscular body easily spotted under his fur, caused from himself always being active, rarely sitting still.

Wolfpaw slipped into the apprentice den, choosing his favorite, quite warm corner, the farthest nest from the entrance, which meant the cold winds were not as severe back there. He curled up in the soft moss, more apprentices pouring in, soon warm bodies and fur filling the area, since night-fall was overcoming the sky, the blue sky darkening. His breathing evenly, his mind slipped into unconsciousness, and he was prepared to be bombarded by strange dreams. That was when he awoke in Starclan, a cat standing over him.

"Wolfpaw. I am Falconheart. I have a proposition for you. Would you like to be trained by a StarClanner?"

The tom was startled by the offer, for he had never been offered even close o such an honor. To be trained by a Starclanner meant that you had been chosen by that Starclanner, and the honor was higher than even becoming a warrior. Meeting the serious gaze with his forest green eyes,"I will be honored, Falconheart." He meowed, his voice serious, with a ting of excitement in his voice. He puffed his chest proudly, staring up at the tom with admiration and respect.

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I want to be known for my hits

Falconheart read the tom's reaction with ease, recognizing the shock that appeared on his gaze. His surprise was well reasoned, not every young cat was asked by StarClan to train with them. It was known throughout the clans that to become of StarClan was a greatest honor, and many assumed that every cat who had made their way to it deserved to be there. Although Falconheart believed that this was not true, that some cats ended up in StarClan not because they had a good heart but because they never decided to act on their instincts that would have lead them to kill, he believed that he was worthy of being a part of the heavenly realm. 

It did not take long for the tom to gain his bearings. "I will be honored, Falconheart," The tom mewed, his tone serious. Falconheart was pleased that he did not pick the wrong apprentice. He was not sure if he could have dealt with a giddy, oh-too-excited fur ball. On the other paw, Falconheart wanted his apprentice to at least know what an honor this was, and the tinge of excitement that floated in Wolfpaw's gaze proved that this tom would try his hardest. He had made a good choice picking this cat. 

"Good," Falconheart mewed curtly, giving his surroundings a glance before turning back to the tom. His yellow eyes were blank and emotionless, a trait he had worked to build up for years. When others knew your emotions, they can use it against you. Falconheart refused to let them be used against him in that way. but, although Wolfpaw could not see it, he was very excited to begin. "This is not going to be like training with your mentor, although there will be some similarities." Falconheart explained. "I will still be teaching you, but you are, in a way, leading your own training session. At any time you are free to chime in with something you would want to learn. So, Wolfpaw, what would you like to start with?"

not just for my misses

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Tags: Lightningtrail
Muse: Climbing back up
OOC: Short and late, sorry!
Words: 115

The silvery white tom thought for a moment on what he needed to work on most. Climbing, maybe? Or their was hunting, which could always be better. Or he could go with the stereotypical fighting, but eh. He never really felt that obliged to have to practice fighting, since it seemed he was already quite good at it, and actually, same with climbing."May we practice hunting? I could always use a touch-up in that catagory." He meowed respectfully, his green eyes serious as he stared into Falconheart's golden eyes. With a flick of his tail, he sat down and awaited Falconheart's reply.

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Falconheart's ears gave a flick. Hunting. It certainly said a lot about this cat's character. It seemed that many apprentices only wanted to become tough and powerful through their skills in battle, and few realized the power that came from having to feed a clan. "We will start with fighting, as you requested," Falconheart mewed. He took a few steps away from Wolfpaw, and stretched, his leg muscles flexing. Although his talent lied in battle, he was a perfectly capable hunter as well. "First, you must relax your body. Breath in the scent of the forest, and calmly focus your senses on a single object - living or not." The tom instructed. He breathed in deeply, his usually tense figure relaxing. It almost made him more relatable when he was not standing as straight as a fir tree.

"Once you have focused your mind and relaxed your body, you must make yourself invisible. Crouch to the ground, shrinking your figure until you a simply a tightly wound bunch of muscles and flesh. Keep your tail down. Remember to keep your stance steady, and do not forget to remain calm and relaxed." The striped tom's figure reflected his words, his body shrinking down into a perfectly practiced hunters crouch. He perked his ears and gazed upon the silvery tom that stood in front of him, checking his stance. 

not just for my misses

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Tags: Lightningtrail
Muse: Great
OOC: Sorry to be super late :/ I lost a bunch of my threads, and homework is killing me
Words: 206

Wolfpaw followed his words closely, relaxing his muscles as instructed. Closing his vibrant green eyes, he let his ear perk high and he listened closely to the deep voice of his Starclan mentor. Still slightly startled that he was chosen, of all the apprentices, his paws were now light as a feather, and his mind blank. He breathed deeply of the forest air, letting the his mind focus on a single object-the small pebble only a few paw steps away. His mind focused and his mind calm, he was ready to learn more.

The silvery-white tom slowly lowered himself to the ground, his legs close to the ground. His muscles relaxed, yet tense at the same time, he never let his bright green eyes flutter open as he focused closely onto the words of his new mentor. His tail just elevated from the soft grass of the Starclan territory, his stance kept balanced, though his muscles were slightly too tense as he brushed forward, his green eyes fluttering open. His pawsteps made the lightest of sounds, so his crouch was not perfect.