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Post by BrightTail on Apr 1, 2010 22:24:16 GMT -5
Scurrying through the gentle riverbanks, a young she-cat rambled past the rushing waters. She was having a go at trying to catch fish for the clan, but she remained unsuccessful. Her name was Dawn Paw. She was 7 moons old and training as an apprentice. DawnPaw had been looking forward for her mentor Rowanheart to arrive and show her many interesting things. Bur her excitement overcame her and she found herself trying to catch fish. DawnPaw really wanted to impress everybody around her. However, it was hard for her as she really had no one to impress.
DawnPaw scurried through the water, desperately trying to catch the fish that had supposedly "mocked" her. She cornered the fish by some rocks. Her body got low to the water and then, she pounced. The fish was no match for her pounce and DawnPaw soon found herself with a squirming fish. It looked rather awkward, as the fish was larger than the young she-cat. However that didn't bother DawnPaw. All she wanted was to train to become a great RiverClan warrior. And she knew that Rowanheart would help her acheive her goal!
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Post by Lightstar on Apr 3, 2010 15:22:31 GMT -5
Why, of call cats, did Rowanheart have to be given an apprentice? Alright, so there was the obvious answer that she was a very gifted young warrior and RiverClan could use other warriors who had the same amount of skill that this fine youth exhibited. But why?! Apprentices were loud, hyperactive, and generally rude little beasts that Rowanheart never liked even when she was one of them. Now, the auburn warrior was saddled with the epitome of the annoyingly eager apprentice, namely Dawnpaw. It was as if the warrior had been given, on purpose, the creature that would irritate her the most.
On this day, Rowanheart drifted slowly along the riverbank, following the heavy scent-trail of her overexcited apprentice. Reeds were practically coated with the feline scent, and bent slightly where the apprentice had probably burst through them. The warrior rolled her mossy green eyes at the apparent lack of finesse that was characteristic of the gait of any untrained cat. A lazy ambling gait was what was characteristic of the apprentice’s mentor, though, and was likewise looked down upon by many a warrior. Nevertheless, Rowanheart used her unhurried walk as she tracked down her patch-furred charge, sniffing her way along to what was undoubtedly going to be a tedious training session.
When Rowanheart finally spotted her apprentice, the young cat was wrestling with a massive, flopping fish in the shallows by a cluster of rocks. Dawnpaw was squirming, or perhaps it was the fish that was squirming. Nevertheless, the sight was one of flashing silver being squashed by a small, pale body, one whose fur was plastered into little spikes by the water that was being splashed around. It was quite an ungainly sight, though admittedly quite amusing. The red-brown she-cat stifled a chuckle as she waltzed out of the reeds, approaching the cat-and-fish duo.
”What are you doing, Dawnpaw?” the older she-cat asked, rolling her eyes once again. At this rate, the apprentice would be tired out before training even began! Rowanheart was getting tired just watching.
[ooc: I can see a Brother Bear-esque relationship… heehee.]
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Post by BrightTail on Apr 5, 2010 8:56:20 GMT -5
”What are you doing, Dawnpaw?” Shock ran through DawnPaw's body. She wasn't expecting to see her mentor this early! She immediately sat down on the fish and gave a grin of respect. Her seated position didn't last long. The massive fish gave a good flop, sending DawnPaw crashing into the water's depths. She emerged shortly after impact, sneezing constantly. The young she-cat waddled out of the river. Her fur was soggy and rugged. Water had filled the young apprentice's ear, causing her to twitch every so often.
Once the water had escaped from her ear, DawnPaw waddled towards her mentor. She sat down in front of the great cat and looked up. Bundles of wet fur clouded her vision and Dawnpaw constantly swiped it away, only to see it fall once again. The young apprentice let out another smile and a laugh. "Oh.. Hi RowanHeart! I was just um.... Fishing?" DawnPaw was really looking forward to her training session with RowanHeart. In fact, ever since the warrior was assigned to the eager apprentice, she had been edgy and anxious to meet her mentor.
DawnPaw was rather edgy this day. She really wanted to impress RowanHeart by taking down the massive fish. However, ironically, it seemed that the fish took down the apprentice. It hurt DawnPaw's self esteem greatly and she felt humiliated. She felt angry with herself for not being able to take down a stupid fish! A mouse-brained, slimy, wobbly, squirmy, silver fish! She wanted to bite herself in anger, but she held her composure. She would leave these feelings and focus on the training. After all, she wanted to be a warrior of RiverClan and would stop at nothing to become one.
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Post by Lightstar on Apr 6, 2010 19:26:12 GMT -5
A better mentor—indeed, a better cat—than Rowanheart probably would have gone and tried to help the youth who was flung unceremoniously into the river. As it was, though, the young female warrior simply looked on with skeptical eyes that plainly said, “Oh goodness… This is what I have to work with? That’s going to go over well…” It wasn’t even until the younger cat emerged, spluttering and soaked, that the reddish-brown huntress wandered a little closer to the water’s edge, her fluffy tail held high and waving with the careless ease of a breeze-blown reed. Dawnpaw paddled out of the water and approached a rather disinterested-looking mentor, though the older cat was, in fact, particularly amused by her sodden apprentice. A careful observer could see it in her pricked whiskers.
Even the lazy, reluctant Rowanheart couldn’t hold down the smile that was pulling the corners of her mouth up when Dawnpaw told her she was fishing. ”Fishing?” the more experienced feline echoed, her small smile evolving into a full-blown grin. She snorted, and the sound was a little derisive, probably damaging to her apprentice’s self-esteem. ”That’s some technique you’ve got there. You look as crazy as a Twoleg!” After all, those mad Twolegs rode horses. That’s fabulous,[/color] thought Rowanheart. My apprentice rides fish.[/color] Deciding to be dramatic, the warrior heaved a very loud, exaggerated sigh. Dawnpaw had looked composed, after all, so her mentor’s antics wouldn’t hurt her feelings.
”Come on, you,” the mentor meowed then, flouncing past the smaller cat. Finally, the she-cat had lowered her tail as she approached the water’s edge. ”I’ll show you how fishing is supposed to be done.” Fully expecting the apprentice to follow her, Rowanheart waltzed along the edge of the river, randomly meandering around the reeds. When she saw a place where the water was not so disturbed, she decided, she’d stop and show this greenhorn how a real RiverClan warrior did her fishing.
As surely as her paws failed to follow the direct path along the very edge of the water, the she-cat’s mind strayed from the focus of her lesson. Instead of thinking about what she was going to be teaching, Rowanheart began to ponder about other things. By “things,” I mean Ottersplash, of course. In her mind, the she-cat traced the outline of his sleek, graceful body. She wondered if her memory of his eyes were half as dazzling as their precise hue, which was a color so unique, and so multiply faceted, that she doubted she could ever capture it mentally. Visually was the way to go. Boy, was Ottersplash a handsome cat! She wondered what he was doing now… Was there any chance of him running into her while she was out training? Her thoughts having taken this hopeful turn, the huntress smiled dreamily.
Dazedly, Rowanheart realized that she’d traveled farther than probably necessary. This particular patch of river, which she was passing at that precise moment, was just as good as any other that she’d passed within the past minute. Forcing herself out of her daydream, the she-cat swung, a bit clumsily, to face the churning water. ”Here we are!” she announced, her voice considerably merrier than previously. The spot was excellent, anyway. There was a gap between reed beds where the ground jutted out into a small peninsula. Since the river was flowing seasonally higher than normal, the peninsula had become a small, stony island. It was a favorite fishing spot of many a RiverClan hunter, and there was room enough on the island for three large cats to sit side by side. That meant plenty of room for one narrowly built mentor and her young apprentice.
Rowanheart waded across the small channel of slow-moving water and climbed onto the island, still half in a daydream. She didn’t even bother to shake the water from her legs, which were so long that the water hadn’t even touched her soft belly fur. Suddenly, she seemed to remember Dawnpaw, and turned to make sure her charge was crossing safely. The section where the water was shallow was narrow, and if her apprentice wasn’t careful, she could slip into deeper water. It wouldn’t be dangerous, though. At least, Rowanheart didn’t think so.
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