The Apprentice's Den [Semi-Lit and up]

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The Apprentice's Den

A Warriors roleplay for Semi-Lits and up

Featuring CanopyClan, TempestClan, EclipseClan, and MeadowClan

• You must be Semi-Literate (or higher).
  
• Please, around one to four paragraphs (5+ sentences per paragraph)
  
• No power-playing or god-modeling
  
• For every two female characters, the next has to be a male
  
• Your main cat has to be an apprentice. You can have minor characters, like mentors and queens, though.
  
• You may roleplay your own mentor.
  
• Please bold or color your "meow".
  

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Taintedpaw &&
Spottedpaw &&
Crowpaw

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A brown tabby she-cat was tossed in the dust. She quickly sprung up and tackled her attacker to the ground. "No body trespasses on TempestClan territory!" She yowled. The patched apprentice beneath her tried to wriggle herself free, but Taintedpaw had her pinned to the ground beneath her bloodied white paws.

The EclipseClan apprentice wriggled beneath her enemy's paws. "EclipseClan always wins!" she hissed. Spottedpaw leaned over and bit the she-cat on the ankle, who quickly released her grip. The brown, black, and white apprentice slithered free and raced off into the thick of the battling patrols. Her white tail-tip disappeared behind a black warrior.

Taintedpaw let out a frustrated growl and scuffed her paw in the dust. "Don't come back!" She yowled out, to no one in particular. She ran into the patrol and found Mistystar, her leader, tussling with two EclipseClan warriors. The silver-and-white she-cat quickly kicked a yellow tabby off her back and bit the ankles of a tom as he ran past her. "Mistystar, are you okay?" Taintedpaw yowled, blood trickling from one ear.
"Yes, I'm fine! Go help Crowpaw!" She called. Taintedpaw dashed off, searching the crowd for the gray-and-black tom. She found him trying to fight off two full grown apprentices, while little Crowpaw was only seven moons old. His muscles rippled with exhaustion, and he looked like he would pass out any minute. Taintedpaw quickly took action, throwing herself on top of silver tabby. She bit the apprentice's tail, who let out a high scream. Crowpaw quickly finished the other and the two scurried off. At that moment, all the EclipseClanners began to sprint past the TempestClan cats.

"We'll be back! The Dark Pool will be ours'!" They screamed, fleeing into the pine trees. The Dark Pool was part of a stream. The water was very deep in places, and the bottom was covered in peices of obsideon, giving it a dark and murky look. The water inself is as clear and pure as mountain snow, and the water has a sweet and refreshing taste to it. EclipseClan and TempestClan have been fighting over it for seasons.

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[▐ MONARCHY ♥]

"Woah!" came a voice as he leapt over a cat being pushed into his way. Battles, they were so chaotic, even the small ones, yes so much fun at the same time. Yes, fun. This odd little mind would belong to none other than Icepaw, the clan's very own idiot. ( Yes, if clan cats had t-shirt his would be the 'The Clan called, they want their idiot back' ) Icepaw was ... special. He always had been. He saw the world differently than others, he saw it like it was on big playground and he was the little kid who hadn't been outside in a long time. He took everything as a joke, until you swiped at his head to let him know that you were serious - and even then he was still a goofball.

The white tom shook his fur, his eyes scanning the crowd of cats. EclispeClan was once again being pushed back by those wretched TempestClan cats. Couldn't they just like, play a game to determine who got the Dark Pool? Like whoever could hold their breath the longest under water would be the perfect game! They could have the clan leaders do it, or like, apprentices who were the same age. Or maybe, they could like see who could run the fastest or something. He smiled to himself, pleased with his ideas. Sure, battles were fun, but games were funner. Or wait, funnerer - more fun. Games were definitely more fun than battles. A smug look came over his face as he decided to mention it to the clan leader, and then a retreat call could be heard.

He wiggled his tail, bounding off again toward where he had been going in the first place, before the cat had been pushed in his way. As he ran after the others he saw a dappled she cat. Spottedpaw. He picked up his pace, dodging between the warriors on his way to the multi-colored apprentice. Icepaw wasn't the largest tom, he was more agile and built for speed, so he quickly gained on her. "Hey Spotty!" he said, smiling lazily, "Did the river warriors ruffle you up a bit? Hurt at all?" he asked. Most of it was said in a joking manner, but a bit of concern could be heard masked in the young tom's voice.

A black figure slunk through the retreating EclispeClan cats. Couldn't they all just retreat at once? Instead of having a few cats leave, then more and more - I mean, it was almost impossible to get back to her own clan mates because of the mob of moon cats. Her long body weaved its way through the other cats, tripping some of them, but she continued to walk on. This was Nightpaw. The long, lanky, incredibly slinky, apprentice. She could find anything wrong with a situation or cat, and always knew the utterly worst thing to say in a situation. She was a clear strike-out for the right things to say at the right times.

The black cat 'hmphed' slightly as another cat tripped over her. These moon cats, so clumsy they all were. Nightpaw bounced over a pile of bracken smeared with blood. Oh yeah, a few more things I forgot to mention about this young beauty. She's gorgeous, pretty, thin, shiny coat, captivating eyes. The catch? She's incredibly sexist and feministic. She doesn't even let others toms touch her - well, most of the time. She gets all jumpy when they do, and begins to snap. The best part of her? She's an excellent fighter but gets sick at the smell and sight of blood. Battles are not her thing, but she always get dragged to one. So what's she doing right now? Holding her breath until she gets to that clearing of trees.

She whimpered slightly, her chest screaming at you for air, but she knew if she took one little breath she'd be out cold on the ground, and the official laughing stock of TempestClan - and it was never good to be laughed at, especially when you're taken seriously in that clan. ( She's not of course, because every one finds her views incredibly funny, at least the toms do. ) She looked ahead, seeing the trees up ahead. Nightpaw, unable to hold her breath any longer, and not wishing to faint kicked forward and burst out of the sight of blood - hopefully she couldn't smell it either.

The black and white female took a deep breath, almost collapsing from lack of air. But no, she stayed standing and merely flicked her tail a few times, taking large, deep breaths. Luckily for miss Nightpaw, the wind was blowing toward the battle - bringing her fresh, clean air and not the tainted stuff. She let herself catch her breath for a moment, and then bounded forward to catch up with the clan who had begun the travel back to camp. As she ran forward she scented two apprentices - Taintedpaw and Crowpaw, who she knew fairly. Closing her eyes and letting her senses guide the way she found them, and poked her head out of the bushes. "Do either of you have blood on you?" Oh what a stupid, stupid question that was, but she needed to know so she could either keep her eyes closed or open them.

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Spottedpaw hissed as she heard the retreat call of her leader. Her Clan always retreated so early; she hated their fear. The dappled she-cat followed unwillingly, hanging in the back. Her white and brown tail draped through the pine needles. The she-cat was always a fighter, even from birth. She always got the most milk, pushing through her siblings. She had grown the strongest, and lived while the rest of her brothers and sisters died of greencough the last Greenleaf. The deaths made her stronger, stronger in the heart and mind. She could injure without guilt, making her a tough opponent in battle. She could befriend as Gatherings and slaughter at battles. She had few friends, her ambitions made it hard. But though she is brutal, tough, and some-what emotionless, the young she-cat also has a good side. A considerate, compassionate side. If you were sad, she would comfort you. She would die for those she loved. She would nurture the sick, risking herself to the disease. She's hunt for the hungry, even if she was starving herself. She'd neglect her own health to help another in need. This is just the kind of cats she is, half of time. Most of the time, she doesn't like to show it, because Spotty thinks it makes her look small, weak, vulnerable, and pathetic.

Spottedpaw pricked her ears when she heard the tom approaching. Oh great, just what I need. More rubbish! She took a deep breath before calming herself. Her fur was laying flat again when Icepaw padded beside her. "I'm fine, Icepaw" She growled, remembering their embarrassing defeat. She hated his permanently happy mood all the time. Life was just a joke to him. Didn't he care about justice? strife? power? Survival? Was everything just a game! No, nothing is a game, not today, not tomorrow, not life. Life was about surviving, bringing justice to your clan. Life was about showing strength. Life was about proving yourself. Proving yourself to your Clan, your peers, your rivals, and more importantly, yourself.



Taintedpaw felt a surge of happiness as her Clan won, again. For seasons TempestClan had won, over and over again. She didn't know why the night scavengers kept trying; they lost every time didn't they? But Taintedpaw didn't care. She loved the tense atmosphere, the adrenaline rush you felt in your chest, the power that possess your claws and fangs. I'm not saying she's anything like Spottedpaw, because she's not. Battling is second to hunting for Taint, here. She loved sprinting through a boggy marsh after a frog, or waiting patiently for a fish to swim by her paws, oblivious of the danger it was in. She loved the feeling of success after making a kill, the feeling of knowing you were feeding your clan. Giving back to those who gave to you.

Now, Taintedpaw gave a whooping meow of joy before playfully nudging Crowpaw with her head. She is two moons older than Crowpaw, at nine moons old. But they had been nursery mates, so that were already fairly close. She liked finally sleeping in the same den together again, feeling his kitten-soft coat against her silky soft coat. Taintedpaw's fur was short, but smooth. It hardly needed any grooming, it always held in place without licking. Most of the female apprentices were jealous of her luxurious coat, for they had to groom themselves constantly while she only had to groom in the morning.

"You fought great, Crowpaw" Taintedpaw meowed, licking his shoulder. The tom just shrugged before turning toward the Clan. Taintedpaw nodded and they raced forward, rejoining the ranks; The Clan gave out several congratulation purrs before heading out toward their camp. Taintedpaw and Crowpaw were exchanging a few words about the battle when they heard the black-and-white she-cat come up behind them. Nightpaw, their fellow apprentice. What did she say, "Do either of you have blood on you?" Taintedpaw tilted her ears in confusion. "Uh, no." She meowed. She looked at her paws, but all the blood had dried and fallen off. She turned back to look at her den-mate.


Crowpaw shook his exhausted body. His muscles shook from the fatigue of his first battle. But the excitement of the fight shone in his green orbs. They had won. His first battle and they had won! Despite his tiredness, he was bouncing up and down, with his paws planted firmly on this ground. He felt Taintedpaw nudge his shoulder and he let out a shrill cry of pleasure. "That was amazing!" He exclaimed, bounding forward a little. "I never knew anything could feel like that!" His little body trembled. Crowpaw was a fluffy tom with a small but compact build. His fur was a dark, charcoal gray, but his paws, tail, and face were black. A deep, charred black. Two forest green orbs were placed around his soft, ebony-black nose. His face was, indeed, handsome, with its young frame and black fur. His legs were long, his tail thin, but extremely fluffy. He groomed himself often, keeping his kitten-soft coat. Crowpaw wasn't a she-cat's first choice, but he'd definitely be a second.

When Taintedpaw praised his battling, he shrugged to hide his pride. He looked back at his retreating Clan and the two took off like bullets. It wasn't long until they caught up and padded into the center of the group. "I can't wait until our next battle! I never knew I could fight like that! It was... was... great! More than that, I just can't explain it." Crowpaw blabbered on while Taintedpaw watched in amusement. The young tom had lots of energy, even though he just came back from a tough battle. Then he heard Nightpaw approach. He looked at his body. No blood, except beneath his claws. But who could see that? "No, me neither." He said coolly, before turning back to Taintedpaw.

[▐ MONARCHY ♥]

Icepaw shook his fur gently as he trotted next to the multi-toned female. She was a weird one - but no where close to him. The white and grey tom had always seen her as the perfect EclispeClan cat - the stereotyped cat. He saw her as a ruthless cat in battle, one who didn't care in the least of what happened to her enemy once she was done. She killed without thinking. Oh, and those ambitions. Though a lot of cats had them, Spottedpaw might accomplish them. Just another way to see how idiotic Icepaw was. If he was smart, he would be nice to the she cat, and not get on her nerves, because if she became powerful only the cats she liked would be treated well. It was obvious she didn't really like him because of his personality. But honestly how was that his fault? He liked his persona, and most others liked it too. She just had to be the odd one who disliked happy-go-lucky cats with an actual personality.

Icey blinked his eyes, watching the cat in front of him pad along in step with the ones next to them. It was like all of the EclispeClan cats were on the same tune, o the same beat - except him. He was like that. He was hyper, and never saw reasons for things, and if he did they were wrong and funny to everyone. 'I'm fine.' He nodded his head, his ears flicking. "That's good, it's just I saw the blood..." He trailed off, realising the blood he saw on her was probably other cats' blood. Spottedpaw rarely let herself get hit, and well, she clawed others a lot. "So, how long do you think we'll be fighting over that piece of land? I mean, it's not even that large!"

Nightpaw sighed lightly. She hated her fear of blood, well, it wasn't really a fear. She wasn't afraid of blood exactly, more like sensitive too it. She could look at it, for a little while; but the smell was overwhelming to her, she just couldn't take it. It was all rusty, the scent, and salty. It just smelled bad. She couldn't describe it, it was too hard too. It wasn't only that, but the taste of the blood revolted her. Ever since she was a kit, when she was tussling with others in the nursery, one day she had bit too hard and got blood in her mouth. It was dry, and salty, and had a rusty- disgusting taste to it. She couldn't handle it and had fainted as soon as it hit her tongue. Ever since then she couldn't handle blood, during battles she tried to stay out of the way - though most of the time she ended up fainting from something or other, at least the medicine cat said it was from loss of blood, a perfect cover because of her naturally thin blood. The black cat blinked her eyes open as the other two agreed that they didn't have any blood on them.

She smiled lightly, her face seeming more pale than usual - saying something since her fur was black. "So, how did you guys fair in the battle? Pretty well I see!" she said smiling. She tried to make conversation. Nightpaw knew plainly that Taintedpaw like fighting, and from Crowpaw happy exterior it seemed he enjoyed very much as well. Wasn't there a single cat that shared her views? Even the medicine cats didn't mind a good battle. Her smile ws apparent on her face, but her eyes glowed only dimly in the light, when naturally her green eyes were bright and lively. She flicked her white-tipped tail around, a habit that happened over time, she tried keeping in step with the other two, making herself walk longer strides- something she didn't do naturally.

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Spottedpaw hissed and lashed her tail. Not that small! It didn't matter how big or small a piece of land was. It was supposed to be EclipseClan's! Most of the forest should be EclipseClan's! That was Spottedpaw's point of view anyway. She sighed. Obviously Icepaw wasn't going to leave her alone, so she might as well make the best out of it. She put on a big, toothy smile and slowed her pace. "It's not my blood. It that stupid little apprentice's blood!" She meowed with amusement. Her tail swung in little circles behind her. She remembered that fight vividly. If she hadn't been pinned down, she could have easily finished off that apprentice, leaving fatal wounds. Just because you couldn't kill in battle didn't mean you couldn't leave fatal wounds that would cause them to die later. She chuckled at the thought of that tabby bleeding to death in the grass. But now the fun began with Icepaw. "Oh, we will be fighting over that pool for a long time. You know why? It's magic." She whispered the word magic. Deep in her gut, Spottedpaw was holding in her laughter. It took all her willpower to cause her not to laugh at the dumb apprentice. "If you swim in the water, you will live forever! And you will be able to fight and kill any warrior, or even a badger! If we owned the Dark Pool, we could make EclipseClan invincible! Even you could eat a badger for dinner." Spottedpaw meowed. She almost died from amusement.

Taintedpaw continued walking, but now she had Nightpaw by her side. Looking up, she saw they were almost to their camp. "Uh, yeah. I guess we fought okay. I don't watch myself fight, but I do watch the face I'm fighting. And, boy! That dappled apprentice's eyes got so big when I pinned her down! Once I got her under my paws, it was simple. I don't know what I would've done, though, if it had been the other way around." Taintedpaw whispered the last part. Even though she liked the adrenalin she got in her veins when she fought, she was always afraid of dieing. She didn't have ice in her soul like some cats. And it was hard for her to fight someone she knew at gatherings. Luckily, she didn't know Spottedpaw. Because if she did, Taintedpaw would have hesitated. Then Spottedpaw would've taken her down in a heartbeat and Taintedpaw would be riding on someone's back, the life bleeding out of her.

But the tabby was well unaware of the danger she had been in. She had had the upper-paw, so she had won the battle. No one in her clan looked injured, all everyone needed was a good rest. Taintedpaw herself looked forward to a good night sleep in a warm nest. She remembered what it was like to sleep beside Crowpaw and let out a dreamy purr. She was already almost asleep on her paws by the time they reached the camp entrance. A blanket of gray clouds had covered the sky and a soft drizzle of rain was falling down. Taintedpaw was grateful they had returned home just in time to escape the storm.

Crowpaw looked back at Nigthpaw. "I think I did pretty good." He meowed, trying to sound cool, but then his excitement got the best of him and he bounced two steps forward, then blushed beneath his fur. Subconsciously, he licked the dark gray fur on his chest and waited for the two she-cats to catch up. Tell you the truth, Crowpaw was uneasy around she-cats. He was still young, so he was also pretty premature. He always wondered what to say, and hadn't learned to just be himself. He sensed Taintedpaw was fond of him, and it made him nervous at times. He didn't want to lose her interest, for he cared about her too. But young Crowpaw was always afraid of embarrassing himself in front of others. What if he said something to make Taintedpaw like someone else, like Foxpaw? Everyone just loved Foxpaw. What if Taintedpaw began to love him too. Jealousy was already boiling in Crowpaw fur and he let out a little growl, unaware it was louder than it was supposed to be. He tucked his head between his shoulder and blushed beneath his fluffy cheeks. With all his thoughts, he hadn't noticed they had returned home and his fluffy fur was beginning to grow damp with the sprinkling rain. He quickly made way for the crack in the stone that marked the entrance to the camp.