White Savior [Nomstar]

[Twineheart]

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High above the ground, laying on a sturdy birch tree limb a white tom cat could be found. His grey front paws dangled over the side of the tree whilst his hind claws were dug into the bark to assure he didn't fall. His head rested on his stretched out limbs as he watches his surroundings. His ears flickering around at the sound of chattering birds and bickering squirrels. His tail tip flickering lazily as his stormy blue eyes drooped with sleep. The young tom loved sleeping high up in the trees it was one of his favorite past times. He felt safe when in the trees far safer than he did on land. The gentle song of the birds and rustle of leaves when the wind blew lulling him into sleep. Everything was peaceful or so it seemed...

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A cool breeze drifted peacefully over the forest. It whirled high above the treetops, carrying with it small particles of dust and grit. As it whooshed down towards the forest, it gained in speed and strength. Now it was unstoppable, racing through the treetops like nothing ever had before. Until it reached it's prey. 

The apprentice barely saw it coming. She had just been sitting up in the tree, enjoying the freedom. For the first time in moons she was out of camp. To be accurate, about four moons. On her first outing as an actual apprentice she had tripped over a rabbit hole and sprained her paw. Then, she had snuck out of camp and slipped down a slope, making it even worse. Then, she had been hunting and had broken it falling out of a tree. but now it was better. And nothing could stop her from training.

Except for the fact that her mentor was missing. 

She let out a bitter sigh. I bet that no other apprentice has ever been 9 moons old and never dome any proper training. Of course she had begged the other apprentices to train her and she had obviously gone out and practiced on her own... but it wasn't the same!

Just then, a huge gust of wind came at her and buffeted the apprentice. She desperately tried to dig her claws into the branch but was too late. Ryepaw was pushed off the branch and into the leaves of the great tree. Her last accident flashed before her eyes. Not another two moons confined to camp! but she couldn't do anything. It seemed as if nothing could stop her from hitting the ground. Or could it?

[Twineheart]

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The distinct rustling of leaves, a sigh from nearby. Whitepaw lifts his head blinking open sleepy dark blue eyes. Scanning his surroundings he seeks out the creature who'd sighed. His gaze landing on the flash of striped fur. This however was the only chance he got to glimpse the she-cat because just then a gust of wind hit her, and she was gone. Shocked Whitepaw leapt to his paws. Leaping down tree branch to tree branch his fur was rippled by the wind. Just then he sees his chance and leaping he slams into his fellow apprentice pinning her to a sturdy tree limb just before she fell to the ground. The impact from this save was rather hard, and Whitepaw quickly scrambled off the she-cat, standing on the sturdy limb beside her. " You alright?" He asks his fur still prickled from the rush of adrenaline.

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OOC: Twineheart sorry, I completely forgot about this XD

Suddenly she felt another pelt slam into hers and push her against the tree trunk. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I'm okay. I'm okay. She looked at the cat sitting next to her and mewed excitedly, "Whitepaw you saved me!" She pushed her muzzle into his shoulder. "Oh thankyou!" Her flanks were heaving from the adrenaline and her eyes bright. "What were you doing out here anyway?"

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[ nomstar No problem^^ Don't worry he'll warm up he's just a little aloof at first]

Whitepaw let out a just audible sigh of relief when the she-cat stirred from her spot on the branch. He'd been afraid he'd knocked the wind right out of her, in his not so gentle attempt to save her from falling. Suddenly she was up on her paws however and her muzzle was pushed against his shoulder. Shocked and taken off guard he freezes in place blinking his dark stormy blue eyes down at her. " Oh er right..." he mumbles. " It was um no problem..." he says awkwardly relieved when she removed her maw from his shoulder. Eying her he realizes he hadn't the faintest idea what her name was and she seemed to know his. Not surprising considering he rarely socialized with cats besides his sister Frostpaw. " I was just enjoying the quiet." He says his voice slightly defensive. Cats seemed to get all pissy with him when they found him taking a cat nap in the trees. 'You could be doing chores or training' they'd say, be useful. Making Whitepaw want to scowl at them. As he'd spoken, Whitepaw had moved himself backwards so his back was pressed to the body of the tree, putting a little bit of distance between himself and his fellow apprentice.