Storm && Kestrel

KESTRELPAW
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The little she-cat scampered across the smooth rocks, careful not to slip she landed triumphantly on the opposite side. Casting Loudstorm a quick grin of success she let her attention focus on the strange two-leg contraptions. It seemed as if they had a purpose more than decoration. Cautiously she approached one, attentively she placed a paw on the stick. Unlike most sticks it was completely and utterly smooth, and it was col. Very cold. Creasing her brow she stared up at the bright little leaf, it sure was noticeable.

"Maybe they want to mark the spot." she meowed, turning her head to her mentor. That did make sense, since the leaves were so bright anyone could see them. If they were trying to hide them then they wouldn't have been so noticeable. "But what's so great about here? It's just a rocky area by the lake, not even any trees." she meowed, "Not even a good hunting area."

Narrowing her eyes she silently turned her head back to the flag when suddenly another patch of orange caught her gaze. But this time it wasn't a strange leaf on a stick, it was an 'x' on a tree. Eyes wide she slowly let her gaze rake across the surrounding trees, they all had these bright orange 'x's' as well.

"Loudstorm--is that normal?"

Loudstorm continued to look around the clearing as Kestrelpaw spoke. He wished he had a good answer for her questions, but he didn't. "You have to remember, Kestrelpaw, Twolegs are strange creatures. They might seem mouse-brained at times but they have a reason for what they do."

Turning in her direction he answered her last question "It certainly is not normal though. We will report this as soon as we get back to camp. It might be a bit dangerous if the twolegs start roaming around here."

KESTRELPAW
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"But don't the two-legs already have enough land? They don't need to be on ours." Kestrelpaw meowed inquisitively. She wasn't too sure on how big the world was, but she sure did know that two-legs seemed to inhabit a lot of it. "Can't they just stay in their own territory and leave us alone?" It was a fair question, what did we ever do to them? In fact most cats keep their distance. Sighing she shook her head as she gazed around the area, it seems as if these two-legs just ruined my first outing as an apprentice.

The little she-cat had dreamed about being an apprentice as she sat, stuck in the nursery. In fact being a warrior was the only option, and being an apprentice was the way to reach that dream. Biting her bottom lip she studied the area,

"Do we have to go report it now?" shrugging she quietly added, "I mean it's not like we can do anything to stop them from being weird." Gazing up at her mentor, she did her best to look truly deserving. I really want to see the rest of the territory!

Loudstorm studied the flags and marks one last time before turning to Kestrelpaw. "Twolegs don't know about our territory and certainly don't care about it either. Remember those stories about the Clans leaving their old home because the twolegs took over?"

Padding over to where his apprentice was he replied "We will finish our trip around the territory. But keep a look out, twolegs could be about." and with that Loudstorm again lead the way toward the ShadowClan boarder, his mind reeling with questions he couldn't answer. There wasn't even a trace of prey in that clearing. It may not be the best hunting ground, but you normally find some prey there... lost in his own thought he didn't even look to make sure Kestrelpaw was following him.

KESTRELPAW
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"Two-legs must be stupid if they don't know we live here. Even the badgers know it and they're pretty dumb." Kestrelpaw meowed grudgingly. She wasn't ever going to budge on her view of two-legs, they were all mouse-brained creatures who did very strange things. And nothing was going to change that. Ridding her thoughts of the two-leg behavior she tried her best to focus on her dream. Becoming a warrior. Thus she did her best to stay evenly paced with her mentor.

This was a very hard task, for Kestrelpaw had short stocky legs. While her mentor was few good inches or so taller then her. Not to mention he seemed to be pretty focused on moving. It seemed as if something was troubling him, as if something was wrong. Maybe it's the two-legs? Narrowing her eyes Kestrelpaw charged forward until she was step for step with her mentor,

"Where are we going?" she panted between breaths, Loudstorm sure was fast when he was thinking.

With each paw step the black warrior drew closer and closer to his destination. He barely heard his apprentices, his thoughts on the sudden reappearance of prey after they had left the clearing. The birds were slow in song and mice scampered away faster than normal. Something was up, and that clearing was a sure sign of things to come.

"We are going to go see ShadowClan boarder." Loudstorm replied to Kestrelpaw's question. "I figured you should see that boarder first. ShadowClan and ThunderClan have never been on good terms and it is often that one of them cross the boarder."

His thoughts then drifted to his time as a kitty-pet. Though the twolegs never feed them, the kits would come out to the barn often to play. His father and the other, older, cats would shy away from the unstable, bumbling twolegs, but he and his siblings always enjoyed to play. Back then, life had seemed so simple and twolegs so safe. But now that wasn't the case.

When the twolegs took away Cash and Kit, his brother and sister, Loudstorm knew he couldn't stay. The twolegs tried to take him into their home, but he wouldn't go. He couldn't, not after they took away his family. His father didn't even try to stop them. Loudstorm hated his father for that, but there was nothing he could do and whatever came of Cash and Kit was unknown to him.

A few nights after the two were taken away, Loudstorm left. He remembered the feelings he had experienced during that time. Excitement, curiousness, a fear. He had expected his father to try and stop him, but he didn't even act like he cared.

Then Loudstorm had learned to live on his on, and to stay away from twolegs. Kestrelpaw may think them as idiots, but they were smarter then they were given credit for; just like badgers. They were a lot smarter then they were given credit for.

KESTRELPAW
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"Loudstorm?" she questioned once more, her voice slightly higher than usual. "Why are Thunderclan and Shadowclan enemies?" She was sure Thunderclan was hostile towards any clan, but when it came to Shadowclan it seemed as if the hatred deepened. The young she-cat had always wondered why. Wasn't Shadowclan just like Riverclan? Shrugging she cast him a curious glance, why wasn't it Riverclan or Windclan? Why Shadowclan?

As the land beneath her paws slowly began to change she found herself slowly halting. More 'x's had frantically been smothered across the trees, a taint-disgusting smell hovered in the air. Coughing she meowed, "That better not be Shadowclan's border!" She's also heard that they had a horrible stench, but it couldn't be this bad! "It smells terrible." But as the smell became heavier with every step she took she could tell it wasn't cats that had made this scent.

It was two-legs, and it was bad.

ooc: Machinery fumes!

Loudstorm heard Kestrelpaw's question, but didn't reply immediately. He had once wondered the same thing, but from what all he had gathered the rivalry happened long ago in the old territory.

"Well, Kestrelpaw," Loudstorm began "I think it was back in the time of Tigerstar and Firestar. You know the story. I do believe that's when we became bitter enemies."

As he spoke, his sensitive nose began to twinge in disgust as an unfamiliar smell tickled it. "That isn't the ShadowClan boarder. Be on alert, Kestrelpaw. There is something bad going on here...."

KESTRELPAW
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Kestrelpaw merely nodded to the older tom's response, it made sense. Firestar and Tigerstar, two legendary cats, one legendary rivalry. But shouldn't the cats get past this? The was the past, things change. Shouldn't feelings between clans mold around current events and not what happened when times were different? Honestly it was just a bit immature, if Shadowclan really didn't do anything, Thunderclan should simply treat them like everyone else.

Sighing the she-cat glanced at her mentor, an odd feelings was gradually overpowering her. Her stomach lurched in the utmost unappealing way, she felt as if she were going to be sick. The fumes that contaminated the air were nauseating, truth be told if the she-cat stuck around here much longer she was sure she was going to pass out. But she held her stance, giving Loudstorm a curt nod she awaited his commands.

Were they going to investigate the area? Was there something out there that was endangering them? Was it their job to find out? Creasing her brow she embraced herself for what was going to come next. It was time she stopped acting like obnoxious kit, and to become a reliable warrior.

The two ThunderClan cats walked on in silence. The smell was getting strong as they neared ShadowClan boarder. Could Twolegs be causing trouble for them? Loudstorm wondered as his thoughts turned to the smell and Twoleg activity. What in the name of StarClan could be going on? And would it cause trouble for ThunderClan?

As the fumes got stronger and stronger, Loudstorm began to wonder if maybe they should turn back. His head was spinning from the strange smell and he was sure Kestrelpaw was experiencing the same thing, maybe even worse. But she seemed determined to follow orders. Nodding in reply, Loudstorm meowed "Change of plans, Kestrelpaw. We'll find out what is causing this smell, where it is, and then head back to camp."

KESTRELPAW
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The little tabby nodded, her brows creased in determination she padded strongly into the barricade of smoke and nauseating fumes. She wanted to prove to Loudstorm she could do it, she wanted to prove that he wasn't a helpless kit. Suddenly a flash of silver caught her attention, immediately she closed to a stop.

"Loudstorm I think I found it." Within a ten fox-length radius of her stood four silver and yellow covered monsters. Luckily for them, they were sleeping but she needed to be on alert. They could easily awake any second. Keeping her body close to the ground she padded a bit closer, her keen senses ready for anything.

"What do we do now?" she whispered, her eyes begged to be shut. The fumes were causing them to sting, while the smell was practically choking her. But she had to stay strong, she had to remind herself she wasn't a kit.

Loudstorm followed after his apprentice, knowing he should be taking the lead but also knowing that she needed to learn for herself the duties of leading a patrol. That was the way Loudstorm had learned, from experience and not from being taught. But unlike Kestrelpaw, he didn't have someone to guide him. The first couple of moons he spent hungry as he learned how to hunt. So for now, the apprentice would take the lead.

It didn't take long for them both to spot the Twoleg monsters. There were four of them, and much larger then a normal monster that was for sure. And they were also on ThunderClan territory, the boarder was only a few fox lengths away. ShadowClan surely knew what was going on, and if the Twolegs would move into ShadowClan territory was a question that needed answering.

"Well, I'll let you decide. We could examine more or head back to camp."

KESTRELPAW
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Kestrelpaw cast him an alarmed glance, up to her? Her decision could always end up with them getting killed, she wasn't going to be the one to cause that. Not again. Clenching her teeth she quickly scanned the area, the monsters didn't make a move. But at any given moment they could easily spring to life, just like any creature. Plus by the looks of it, these weren't normal monsters.

Closing her eyes she slowly breathed in and out, trying to ignore the infuriating fumes. She had to keep her cool if she wanted to impress Loudstorm with a logical answer. Gradually she popped an eye open, the other soon followed. She had her response. "I think we should keep our distance and head back." Swallowing the lump in her throat she added a bit more confidently, "We can't risk our lives over something that might not matter." Blinking she meowed, "Riverstar, will probably know what to do."

A relieved sigh escaped her throat as she finished, no one was going to get hurt. They could finally head back, away from these fumes. Quickly she maneuvered away from the beasts and raced towards the lake-bed, trying to get as far as possible from the disgusting scent. As the smells slowly faded she drew to a halt, waiting for her mentor.

Loudstorm could see that Kestrelpaw troubled [i/She needs to gain her confidence back.

[/i] he thought as he nodded in recognition. He couldn't even begin to imagine how difficult it was to bare the fact that you were the cause of a fellow kits death; and to have his mother wanting her dead only made it worse.

Chasing after his apprentice, Loudstorm took the lead as they headed back to the camp. "We'll see Riverstar immedeantly, and then you can take the rest of the day off."

He knew what he would do next in her training. All he needed now was to find the right time to do it.

ooc:// Oh Rainy, you're needed =3[/size][/blockquote]

KESTRELPAW
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"We're going to see Riverstar?" She asked, her eyes widened at the thought of talking to Riverstar. Kestrelpaw knew the her father was good friends with the leader, so perhaps Riverstar would try to befriend her as well. That would be weird. Shaking the thoughts away she quickly meowed, "Ok let's go." she wanted to get it over with, truthfully she was nervous. And she should be, this was the leader she was seeing. Not another apprentice, not even a warrior, the leader. The head of their clan.

Her eyes quickly brightened at the though to getting the day off, she'd get to see Mysticpaw, Tigerpaw, Patchpaw, and even Silentpaw. Smiling she quickly groomed the front of her chest and padding step for step next to Loudstorm. She wanted to get it over with and then get to the rest of her day.