IT'S THE SOUND OF HER VERBS // CAM

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[atrb=background,http://i698.photobucket.com/albums/vv347/lovelywarriorlynx/cloverpaw22.png] a frog! those weren't really very common in this part of the territory, she observed rather astutely for an apprentice of her age. in fact, she felt as though badgerstar's powerful words assigning her training duties to the warrior dustclaw were still ringing in her ears- the thought made her grin toothily before refocusing her energy on the creature that squatted quite unimpressively before her. she'd only seen one once before, and just the sight of it still made her giggle- how strange! who could have possibly constructed such an ugly little slimeball? she simply adored the way its gold-flecked eyes seemed ready to pop out of its head at any moment, and couldn't resist pouncing out of her hiding place among the brush to where the animal sat a heartbeat ago. of course it had hopped away, and the apprentice gleefully hopped after it, chortling her delight until it darted away into brush far too thick for her to follow, and a moment later she heard a splash which she assumed meant the frog had escaped to his home. "well I had fun anyway! maybe next time froggy!" she hunched into the undergrowth and called after it, well aware she wouldn't get getting any reply. shrugging, the little female flexed her claws curiously, watching them unfold from their respective sheaths in a way that definitely appealed to her instincts. yeah, she'd love to catch something! the mottled cat let out a rough purr at the idea of killing a little something and dropping it at her mentor's paws. starclan, would he be proud! now with a goal in mind, despite the fact that she surely ought to not be out wandering the territory alone, she set off once more to find some kind of prey to practice on. of course, with spring on its way and the sun filtering down through the trees in the most ethereal manner, she knew it wouldn't take her long to find something, so she paused and lifted her nose to the air, sniffing animatedly. "aha!" she mouthed, almost silently. something was there, rustling about stupidly in the leaf-mould, and she would find it and catch it! though her hunter's crouch was still rather lopsided, as she had yet to refine it much, she made slow, smooth movements that brought confidence to her stance and so, when she sprung after the slight movement on the ground, she was quite delighted with the fact that between her paws lay a small mouse, dead after her reflexive bite to the neck. "wow!" cloverpaw practically yelped, standing tall and looking down at the poor little thing. "I can't even believe it! thanks starclan!" she told the sky happily, and, by now having scared away any remaining potential prey in the area in her excitement, decided she'd bury it now and continue exploring. her kill safely within the soil, cloverpaw moved on now with an ecstatic spring in her step.

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well, the day was young. seeing as brackenpaw couldn't find his mentor anywhere, he figured he might as well get something done, with or without his mentor. padding out of camp, the handsome tabby tomcat picked through a favorite trail of his; it lead to a rather marshy part of the territory where the feline loved to practice his riverclan-style battle moves. ah yes, these moves were unbeatable by any enemy warrior or stray kittypet; they were his reason for ambition and his proof that he was valuable to his clan. other clan cats wouldn't be able to stand the muck between their toes, starclan no, except for shadowclan. it was just good that they were on the complete opposite side of the forest as riverclan, pure luck!

a frog hopped out of a marshy patch of reeds and the tabby's ears flicked in amusement. he pounced, paws landing squarely over the creature. he felt the frog wriggle unhappily beneath his toes and he lifted his forepaws to reveal the slimy creature, which gave a small ribbit of thanks before hopping away. brackenpaw watched the sticky creature go and smiled, tail curling. the first frog he'd seen in a moon and he'd let it go. starclan knew only shadowclan dared to eat the slippery little things, brackenpaw could only guess what disgusting taste lied in the sticky little fellow and his nose wrinkled as he imagined the texture of slime on his tongue. "no thank you!" he meowed aloud, turning to pad onwards.

the ground grew harder and more compact as he went on, and when the tom heard a rustling in the bushes his tail lashed in pure excitement. what's that? an enemy, perhaps? the noise was much too loud to be anything smaller than a rabbit, and the whole of the forest knew that rabbits never wandered into riverclan's territory. could you imagine the mess? they would be spraying mud everywhere, nevermind getting their long paws stuck in the muck.

"i can't even believe it! thanks starclan!"

oh, so this intruder believed in starclan, huh? well, it's a good thing considering brackenpaw would send the little thief there himself! oh, what a rough day this enemy warrior was about to have. springing from the reeds, brackenpaw landed a foxlength in front of the feline, his neck fur bristling. "prepare to run, enemy!" he yowled, hurling himself at his opposer. barreling into the feline, brackenpaw raised a heavy forepaw to swipe at her maw when he halted, ears pricking. "oh. it's cloverpaw." he meowed, sounding somewhat let down. "hi! what are you doing out here all by yourself?" he purred, leaping away from her, smiling as his feelings of disappointment vanished. she was no enemy, but that was a good thing, right? "oh, sorry for running into you like that. i thought you were an enemy."

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word count: 473
tags: cloverpaw !
notes: baaw cutie pies.
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[atrb=background,http://i698.photobucket.com/albums/vv347/lovelywarriorlynx/cloverpaw22.png] while she was fully aware of the racket she was causing in the groves of riverclan's territory, she couldn't quite get her paws to stop sending her springing forth, as she was still fueled by the thrill of a successful hunt, regardless of how small it might have been. dustclaw would be impressed surely! maybe he would be willing to teach her a new hunting strategy after he saw that she was making progress so soon in their training! the thought of this sort of reward only sent her bounding forward through the thin brush with more enthusiasm than before, despite her feeble attempts to be a bit quieter so as to not scare aware more prey than she already had. it was a futile attempt, though, as the wet terrain was now practically silent asside from her casual blundering about. though she considered it, cloverpaw wasn't particularly bothered and figured that, having scared off all potential prey in the area already, she might as well keep on skipping. in fact, she went so far as to pretend she was practicing. after all, if skipping in the awkward stages of a growing young cat didn't keep one light on their feet, what would? so sure, cloverpaw practiced her agility in her reckless prancing about, acting as though the trees she dodged were not stationary but an onslaught of rival warriors, hungry for her blood. she was on a rescue mission! she had to escape them to send word about the ambush back to camp! she had to- this frenzy of thoughts was interupted in an instant as she felt a wall of sheer mass throw itself into her path and, consequently, her slender frame. "hey watch out idiot!" she cried out instinctively, having already recognized her 'attacker' as a clanmate by his musky odor, and in the scuffle of confusion that followed she managed to hook her claws in his tail and give a good yank, scowling as he finally rolled off her much smaller form. at last, she recognized him as brackenpaw, though she was surprised by the fact that he hadn't recognized her long before he jumped on her. "you great mousebrain!" cloverpaw cried, dissolving into helpless laughter at her friend's blunder, while she stood and shook out her coat of any dust that clung to her dappled gray fur. that done, she bounded a few leaps toward the spotted tabby tom and aimed a few half-hearted blows toward his much larger frame. "mousebrain." she repeated, shaking her head with continued laughter, "what are you doing out here without your mentor anyway?

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brackenpaw's ears flicked as the insult hit him and his ears flattened to his head. "idiot? you didn't have to go that far." he meowed plainly, though his expression remained calm. glancing around, the tom looked for any traces of another cat lurking in the undergrowth, his tail curling when he found none. "no way! is this your first time out alone?" her question, riddled with excitement, bounced its way into his ears and he shrugged coolly. "i always come out here alone. i'm nearly a warrior, you know! i'm halfway done with training, i don't need anyone to watch out for me." he meowed.

leaping away from her friendly blows, brackenpaw allowed a chortle to escape his throat. "yo, i've been practicing a new battle move, you want me to teach it to you? then dustclaw will be so surprised! they'll have to make you a warrior early." he half-whispered, whiskers twitching. without waiting for her reply, brackenpaw backed up into a wider space. "alright! prepare to bow down to the future leader of riverclan!" he meowed, determination spread across his tabby face.

"he dodges the first blow," ducking, brackenpaw simulated a cat swiping at him. "he jumps over the enemy!" leaping, the handsome tabby twisted in the air so that when he landed behind his attacker he was facing their rear. "he stumbles his opponent," pretending to reach under the enemy's belly, brackenpaw quickly hooked back towards his chest, demonstrating himself tripping his opposer. "finish him!" he meowed gleefully, leaping onto a leaf and kicking it to shreds with his hind claws.

"impressive right?" he panted, smirking. how could she not be? brackenpaw had offered to teach her a skillful move, one that would stumble any scrawny windclan or skyclan cat. as a few heartbeats passed, brackenpaw's ears flicked and his eyes glimmered. she hadn't said anything yet! great starclan, she must be fascinated! but then again, who wouldn't? brackenpaw knew the advantages of being the oldest apprentice, and he had just now decided to take cloverpaw on as a secret pre-apprentice! then she would be ahead of her annoying sister by a long shot. it was the perfect plan! "so how 'bout it? wanna try?"

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word count: 367
tags: cloverpaw !
notes: meh short post, i'm all sorts of distracted by bazzle. she's sitting on top of the monitor playing with the cursor HEHE
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[atrb=background,http://i698.photobucket.com/albums/vv347/lovelywarriorlynx/cloverpaw22.png] instantly the little female felt a tinge of guilt, after all, she had been quite quick in her retaliation to his attack, and perhaps she had gone a bit too far. but wait! she thought rather indignantly, he had been the one who thought she had been an enemy warrior! "huh!" she snorted, curling her tailtip in mild amusement as he went on, disregarding his hurt feelings rather quickly. "well I mean you did kind of attack me for no reason you know! and nearly a warrior? I should think you'd be able to scent your own clanmate from a few tail lengths away? no offense but c'mon bracken!" she laughed, her whole frame shaking lightly as she batted after his long, ringed tail rather playfully. "and erm, I guess so. I mean I snuck out a few times as a kit but always got caught pretty quickly," cloverpaw crowed, green eyes bright with amusement, "I guess that's why I'm so jumpy!" the dappled apprentice cocked her head, a faint smile dancing across her streamlined, youthful features. "teaching yourself moves huh? just wait, gimme a few weeks and dustclaw will have me ship-shape to be kicking your tail! but okay, show me champ!" with a wolfish grin, she sat herself down a few steps away and watched, entranced, as brackenpaw performed a simple battle dance across the clearing in front of her, narrating each move until he finished and turned to her with enormous expectation shining in his big eyes. cloverpaw jumped to her paws in the instant she realized he was done and let out a celebratory whoop, "lovely!" she cried, bobbing her head enthusiastically. "but..." she added, as though it were an afterthought, "what if they were heavier than you thought they were? I mean that would only work for scrawny cats like... me," she laughed sheepishly, shrugging, "but most warriors got lots of muscles, and I assume are pretty heavy. if you underestimated their weight then you'd stumble and look like a fool! wouldn't you be better off clawing them or like ripping an ear off or something?" she asked, simply unsure of how battles worked as she had never encountered one before- not even a scuffle! "teach me!" she responded quickly anyway, thrilled by the prospect. dustclaw would jump for joy if she had something to show for her forbidden day in the territory!

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the tom's ears flicked as his name slipped out of her maw. bracken? who was that? something sparked in his memory and he wrinkled his nose. "brackenpaw! focus!" the cats who used that name were always yelling at him and telling him what to do. shaking his head, the tabby's whiskers twitched. "hey, call me bro okay? i hate the name brackenpaw." he meowed. making sure she didn't take offence, the tom allowed his lips to curl into a smile and he winked playfully at her. rolling his eyes, smile still splayed across his tabby features, the tom shrugged. "as if dude. you'll always be second best as long as i'm around. i'm going to be riverclan's leader! and if you're as strong as you say you are, maybe i'll let you be my deputy." he chirruped, leaping excitedly around her.

"what if they were heavier than you thought they were? I mean that would only work for scrawny cats like... me."

bro sighed, shaking his head, though the playful light still shone in his eyes. "you'll see at your first gathering. riverclan are the biggest, and sure, some cats may be tougher to throw over than others, but that shouldn't matter if you're strong." he meowed, tail lashing. "and i'll be the strongest cat this forest has ever seen. i'll be better than any warrior of tigerclan!" he added, smirking. "so if you wanna play with the big cats, you have to work hard. but..." the tom trailed off just as he hunkered down into a springing position, tail thrashing the earth violently behind him before he leaped and barreled into the she-cat. "there's always time for fun."

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word count: 303
tags: cloverpaw !
notes: cute bro CUTE CLOVER
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