Rest?

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Velvetpaw sat alone in the middle of his camp, tail twitching restlessly. His paws itched to go run, but his mentor was busy and he couldn't leave camp without permission. He felt almost on the verge of whining, but had more dignity than that. He looked up to Starclan, sun shining brightly and hiding the stars from view just yet. He sighed, laying his head on his paws and waiting for excitement.

[Thornpaw]

”Psst!”
A low hiss came from under some bracken not far from where the young cat, Velvetpaw, sat in mourning.

“Hey, Velvetpaw…”

Eyes scanned the surrounding undergrowth to ensure their conversation private. A lithe cat with a coat painted with flames slipped from to undergrowth to crouch near the apprentice, his tail twitched in agitation, as if ready to spring.

"You want to have an adventure? Find some sanity in this prison? Come with me. Together we’ll escape, the two of us on our own for a while. No one will miss us. You never know, we might just find something worth finding.”

Hawkpaw had spied the young apprentice while lounging in a tree, contemplating the same loathsome suffering as Velvetpaw. Something stirred in the older apprentice, to old in fact. Hawkpaw’s golden eyes burned with some kind of fury, directed at no one, but burned inside him still.

“Lets escape this place for a while, you and me. I can’t stand this linger here any longer.” And with that he snuck back into his patch of bracken, his eyes beckoning the other apprentice to follow. Into the unknown.

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[Pale*]

The older black warrior stood on his paws with anxiety. He saw the young tom apprentice sittng by himself, and was reminded of himself. He'd always spent the majority of his time alone, sitting on the edge of their territory knowing it was better to be with the Clan than alone. He was so quite, whenever he used his voice it was always rasping and scratchy from lack of use. Then he saw the other apprentice, Hawkpaw, whisper something to him and then run off uncaccompanied by a warrior. He gave a silent chuckle. Apprentices will be apprentices, and they will not listen to their mentors. He slowly headed for the entrance, wondering what Velvetpaw would do. He thought of asking him to come with to go hunting, but stopped. He wasn't exactly well-liked in the Clan... "You can always come with me, if you don't want to get in trouble. But if you do go, I didn't see anything," Nightstorm offered.

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Velvetpaw whipped around when the whispers from Hawkpaw found there way to his ears. His fur bristled at the insanity breaking the warrior code would cause, but a small portion of his brain reminded him he had been searching for adventure. After Hawkpaw took off, Velvetpaw was left alone standing in the middle of the clearing. He didn't have many friends. This could be his chance. Velvetpaw's ears flicked when Nightstorm spoke to him. Shame found its way into his heart when he remembered how his mother had broken warrior code by mating with a Thunderclanner, and how he was only half a Wind-clan. He needed to prove himself loyal somehow.

Wondering silently if it would make Hawkpaw angry, he came to a quick decision. Turning his face up to the warrior, he murmured quietly. "Couldn't you come with us?" The idea that someone with experience could help them if something were to happen was comforting, although he didn't know just where Hawkpaw was planning this retreat too. His tail flicked nervously as his eyes darted around, searching for stray eyes as he waited for Nightstorm's answer.

[Thornpaw]

Hawkpaw watched the younger cat from beneath the confines of the bracken with flaming yellow eyes.

When he first joined this clan, so long ago when he received the scar that etched across his strong chest, he had been more willing, and enthusiastic to follow the warrior code. But time soon hardened him. He became distant and rebellious, doing things just because he wasn’t supposed to, wasn’t allowed. So long ago it was. He promised her that when he became a warrior he would go to her. Awaiting the embrace of her deep knowing eyes, and her understanding smile. But it had been to long. He knew he should have been made a warrior already. Hawkpaw hissed his agitation.

He gazed back towards the two cats waiting uninterested, for the warrior’s response. Perhaps it was better that Nightstorm accompanied the two. He was a warrior in fact, and Hawkpaw respected him. He waited, flexing his anxious claws beneath the bracken.

[Pale*]

Nightstorm was, well, honored that Velvetpaw would invite him to come with on their little adventure bregade. He wasn't sure whether Hawkpaw would be pleased or angry that the older warrior had come and crashed the fun. He wondered if Velvetpaw was serious about his invitation. Perhaps it was guilt that made him invite the black warrior? Or perhaps he was afraid of getting in trouble by breaking the warrior code and getting caught? But Nightstorm appreciated the offer, hoping that maybe these would be the first clanmates to not dislike him so much as the others. Nightstorm was sure they'd heard the story of what happened to his first apprentice and how he'd mysteriously vanished. "Do you really want me to come with you?" he mused outloud, not embarrassed for doing so.

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Velvetpaw nodded his head, eyes searching once again for the location of the missing apprentice. He saw a flash of fur under the bracken and allowed himself to relax--he had thought Hawkpaw had left without him. He laid his fur flat, scratching the soft dirt with nervous claws.

"But we need to go fast before someone notices."

Velvetpaw hoped his nerves weren't visible. He knew the cats in his clan had very strong noises and could probably smell his fear from a mile away. They needed to go before the rest of the clan came over to see what they were discussing. He turned his eyes back to where Hawkpaw was hiding, and without waiting any longer, dove for the same spot. The brackens tugged at his fur, just enough to feel good but not enough to cause pain. He flashed a shaky smile at Hawkpaw as he willed himself to relax.

"I hope you don't mind about Nightstorm..."
he whispered quietly. His tail flicked in the air behind him, although he made sure to keep it far below where it would be visible.

[Thornpaw]

Hawkpaw balanced lightly in the underbrush, surveying the scene with little interest. All he knew was that something had stirred in his heart, and he needed to be away from camp for a while. May it be fate or some other unworldly force, wanderlust had awoken in Hawkpaw. He flicked his tail in waiting, and soon Velvetpaw emerged, his eyes betrayed a little guilt.

"I hope you don't mind about Nightstorm..." the young apprentice mewed quietly. Hawkpaw smiled. “No, no, of course I don’t mind. “

He was glad to have the two cats with him, and though Hawkpaw was a mostly solitary, distant cat, he lavished the company, and it sent warmth through his body. Some of the anger that ever boiled within him calmed for the moment. Happy to escape with his friends.
“Lets go!”
He mewed just above a whisper, flashing a devious grin to Nightstorm, then taking off through the barren territory of Windclan.

(where should they go?)

[-.NighTSighT.-]

Breezenight was wandering aimlessly through the WindClan moor. Her life as a WindClanner had not changed much since the day she became a warrior. Now that her name had also altered, the young warrior felt rather awkward. Even thought she had always dreamed of becoming a warrior, now that she was one, she missed her apprentice days. The she-cat kept ambling into the fawn, not really caring where she was heading. The swirls of grey formed together and became strangely the shape of the beautiful cat. Breezenight turned away. She could feel the plants staring at her, the soft lullaby of the wind skimming her pelt, the approaching fragrance of WindClanners- Wait, WindClanners? She cringed in reproach. Yes, this was WindClan territory, WindClanners were supposed to be here. But why couldn't it be empty at least once?

Breezenight stormed into the botany, this time her pelt flaring in discontentment. Her head tilted sideways once the WindClan aroma became staggering. Much to her surprise, she found two apprentices with a fully grown warrior. She twirled her auds backwards as she carefully neared them, not certain of what she was doing. "Good morning" the warrior chirped and bowed to her former apprentice friend, Hawkpaw. "How's the prey running?" Breezenight inquired.


((Sorry, that was a crappy post! >.<))

[Thornpaw]

Running had long been a pleasure of Hawkpaw’s. The rhythm of paws meeting earth, the rapid intake of breath as the body pushes itself beyond its worldly limits. He cascaded down the wind swept territory of his clan, letting his muscles stretch their new freedom. He needed something. He didn’t know what it was but he needed to do something. To do something defiant, rash, life threatening. Something to wake him out of this haze that seemed to plague him every step, even infecting the simple joy of running. Running without a purpose? He needed to se something grand. As he ran through the barren slopes, a scent slipped its way into his nostrils. Windclan. He veered his course slightly, the other two cats in tow until he broke through the tall grass. Breezenight? He nearly collided with the warrior, stopping inches from her.
“Hello there.”
He mewed the run making him speak in short breaths. Breezenight had been a friend of his during their apprenticship. But it had long since that she had been made a warrior, and he trapped within the bonds of his low ranking title. True, this cat was ambitious, dreams of becoming deputy had long been on his mind, but then, who wanted all of that responsibility?
“Breezenight, we were just going…somewhere. Would you like to join us?
In truth he had no idea where he was going, but he was anxious to find out where his feet intended to carry him off to.


Ooc: lol my post sucks too! XD

[{Snarky}]

Velvetpaw ran beside Hawkpaw, the wind rushing through his fur. The former feelings of unease he had felt were swept away by the wind, and it didn't take long before a smile found its way to his face. He tipped his head up to further feel the wind, and almost didn't notice Hawkpaw's sudden stop. He dug his heels into the dirt and almost collided with Hawkpaw's tail. He took in the she-cat before them, recognizing her but not really knowing her. He didn't speak, but watched Hawkpaw's enthusiasm with interest.

[maddykay]

A young brown ball of fur bounced out of the apprentices' den. Her fur was short and if you took a quick enough glance, easily resembled that of a rabbit. Rabbitpaw had gazed happily around camp, soaking up the sun and feeling the engergy returning to her rested muscles. She'd noticed Velvetpaw and Hawkpaw's exchange before they'd charged out of camp and a sudden feeling sturred within her. Although she was rather younger than the two, being a somewhat recently apprenticed she-cat, she still felt the need to follow them. Loud and friendly, Rabbitpaw never liked to be alone and she thought of nothing better she could do today than to spend some time with fellow apprentices, and male apprentices at that.

With a small smile creeping onto her face, she crossed through camp in four easy strides and burst through the bracken in the dircetion the other two had gone. Rabbitpaw was fairly good at tracking but her skills weren't really needed, the scent was so fresh all she had to do was breathe. In moments, she heard the murmur of voices and instantly quieted her steps. Maybe bursting in like this wasn't the best thing. Better to wait for a break in the conversation to annouce her presence. For the moment, the young apprentice sat silently in the bracken, listing to the voices of her older clanmates.