Post by alee on Nov 26, 2015 19:44:39 GMT
tag: skyy and her socks;; also open to anyone else <3
This was perfect.
Ravenpaw didn't like to think of himself as an evil genius - although, he kind of was, in that pesky-apprentice sort of way. Indeed the fluffy black tomcat had found his fair share of mishaps, the first being on the very first day of his apprenticeship; after being taken out on his very first patrol of the territory, he'd encountered the musty rabbit-dung scent of Windclan. Barreling into their territory, he'd charged like a gallant warrior into battle, only to be tackled by his fellow patrol and roughly told that what he scented was merely the marked borders.
Yes, it seemed as if Ravenpaw invited the prospect of trouble wherever he roamed. It was an apprentice's duty after all - at least, one of their duties, he thought with a dismissive flick of his tail. Although the others weren't nearly as much fun.
And so it was that, when the half-moon had risen high and washed the camp in waning blue light, Ravenpaw put his newest masterpiece of a plan into action.
Well, it wasn't exactly a masterpiece; curfew was strictly enforced after daylight hours on young apprentices, the only exception being a trip to the dirt place and back. Inevitably the dirt place led to the lush greener of Thunderclan territory. Many apprentices had done the same before, and if one avoided being caught by those on guard then it was an exceptionally easy way to slip undetected out of camp.
The tom peered nervously out from underneath the brambles of the den; Chipmunktooth was on guard tonight, much to his relief; the warrior was pathetic, and probably wouldn't even notice a 10 foot bear crashing into camp. With a roll of his eyes he turned back into the den, eyes scouring the apprentices before him. His gaze finally came to rest on one in particular.
"Tinypaw." His whisper softly tickled the downy fur within her ears, and he gave her a sharp prod in the ribs. "Tinypaw, get up!" Going alone was definitely no fun - although at the same time he had to be careful whom he chose to bring along. Some apprentices were prickly rule-sticklers, narks that wouldn't hesitate to turn their backs on their fellow trainees and attempt to score brownie points with the leader. He scoffed at the thought. Traitors.
He liked Tinypaw though; she was a loyal follower, one that allowed him alone to take the lead. Such attention only further fed his ego. Impatient, the tom stabbed her ribs with another sharp prod. "Tinypaw! I said wake up!"
This was perfect.
Ravenpaw didn't like to think of himself as an evil genius - although, he kind of was, in that pesky-apprentice sort of way. Indeed the fluffy black tomcat had found his fair share of mishaps, the first being on the very first day of his apprenticeship; after being taken out on his very first patrol of the territory, he'd encountered the musty rabbit-dung scent of Windclan. Barreling into their territory, he'd charged like a gallant warrior into battle, only to be tackled by his fellow patrol and roughly told that what he scented was merely the marked borders.
Yes, it seemed as if Ravenpaw invited the prospect of trouble wherever he roamed. It was an apprentice's duty after all - at least, one of their duties, he thought with a dismissive flick of his tail. Although the others weren't nearly as much fun.
And so it was that, when the half-moon had risen high and washed the camp in waning blue light, Ravenpaw put his newest masterpiece of a plan into action.
Well, it wasn't exactly a masterpiece; curfew was strictly enforced after daylight hours on young apprentices, the only exception being a trip to the dirt place and back. Inevitably the dirt place led to the lush greener of Thunderclan territory. Many apprentices had done the same before, and if one avoided being caught by those on guard then it was an exceptionally easy way to slip undetected out of camp.
The tom peered nervously out from underneath the brambles of the den; Chipmunktooth was on guard tonight, much to his relief; the warrior was pathetic, and probably wouldn't even notice a 10 foot bear crashing into camp. With a roll of his eyes he turned back into the den, eyes scouring the apprentices before him. His gaze finally came to rest on one in particular.
"Tinypaw." His whisper softly tickled the downy fur within her ears, and he gave her a sharp prod in the ribs. "Tinypaw, get up!" Going alone was definitely no fun - although at the same time he had to be careful whom he chose to bring along. Some apprentices were prickly rule-sticklers, narks that wouldn't hesitate to turn their backs on their fellow trainees and attempt to score brownie points with the leader. He scoffed at the thought. Traitors.
He liked Tinypaw though; she was a loyal follower, one that allowed him alone to take the lead. Such attention only further fed his ego. Impatient, the tom stabbed her ribs with another sharp prod. "Tinypaw! I said wake up!"
