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Post by 20mia08 on Jun 18, 2019 15:52:38 GMT -6
 Pepperfang -- WarriorAnother typical day, another hunting patrol successful, another piece of prey placed onto the fresh kill pile. Would the sameness ever end? Finished depositing her catches on the fresh kill pile, Pepperfang stood in place, staring thoughtfully into the carcasses of meager prey. Life was too boring as of late-- every bone in her body craved a good fight, or at least some form of excitement that would mix up the daily life in AspenClan. Some clung to simplicity and enjoyed the security of a still life, but Pepperfang- she needed action. Without it, how could someone possibly be alive? A training session, a good and intense hunt- she needed something! A good border skirmish would be perfect, but it would be awful to wish such a thing on her clanmates. Yet at the same time, not like she'd care if someone got injured, it'd be their fault for failing to work on their battle skills. It would just be one less weak cat in AspenClan. |
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Post by niftyshark on Jun 18, 2019 18:50:10 GMT -6
Her fur prickled as she seethed. Why was her mother so obstinate? She was already two moons into her training and her mother never stopped pestering her, never stopped treating her like a kit, never stopped trying to boss her around. Why couldn’t she pick on Poppypaw or Anisepaw more? Anisepaw followed around obediently already, she would be perfect. The reason Poppypaw was left alone was apparently because she was busy training with the deputy. Was her own training not important too? Or was it because she was the only ambitious one that Cloverstripe picked on her?
Yarrowpaw barely watched where she was going. She ran into peppered black fur before she realized it, and she arched away with a hiss. “Watch where you’re standing!” Her clanmates had to get in the way too, of course. They never seemed to realize her potential, or the potential AspenClan had if they just set aside their worries of the other clans, and it bugged her.
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Post by 20mia08 on Jun 19, 2019 15:04:43 GMT -6
Through dedication and relentless hard work, Pepperfang had managed to make it to warriorhood. Some cats...she had no idea how they miraculously earned their warrior name. They were weaklings, cowards, diplomatic kitties who so desperately sought out pity from their clanmates. They didn't earn it, no matter how pitiful their status was. The only thing they deserved: more training, and more time served as apprentices.
Something thudded into the side of the stocky grizzled tabby, who didn't budge when the apprentice got a face-full of the warrior's prickly fur. Instead, those narrowed eyes slowly turned before they rested on Yarrowpaw with little care for whatever problems the younger she-cat faced. Her snappy tone didn't bother the warrior. While Pepperfang was seeking action, an apprentice with their adolescent drama...not worth her time.
"Whatever is rubbing you the wrong way, save it." She spoke plainly, much more passive than hostile, as if she was shrugging something off. "I'm a mature warrior, not an apprentice anymore. I have no time for pity parties, only duties and hard work. If you've got a problem, go solve it yourself."
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Post by niftyshark on Jun 25, 2019 10:18:39 GMT -6
Yarrowpaw snarled. “You were in the way. If you’re such a good warrior then you need to stop lazing around.” Pepperfang’s reaction seemed completely unnecessary, but then cats might view hers the same way. She didn’t care at all though, since the other she-cat completely rubbed her fur the wrong way. She got the impression that Pepperfang was looking down at her, and it wasn’t something she could accept. “I guess I understand though,” she said, voice heavy with sarcasm. “Once you’re a warrior you’re think you’re too good for the apprentices. You relax in your superiority and get soft in the comfort that comes with thinking you’re prepared for anything.” With a quick paw swipe, she kicked up loose dirt from the ground and flicked it towards Pepperfang. “That will never happen to me,” she sneered.
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Post by 20mia08 on Jun 30, 2019 14:40:44 GMT -6
"Unfortunately," Pepperfang began plainly, tipping her head to the side as she continued to keep her eyes locked with Yarrowpaw's, "...it would seem that it already has happened to you." Her tone was matter-of-fact, and she seemed not at all unnerved by the apprentice's bitter remarks. The warrior leaned away and shut her eyes as dirt was flung her way, before her features hardened along with her temperament.
"Look, kid." She snarled with her amber eyes narrowed, fighting the urge to smack her into next moon like she would have done to any typical warrior. "You're really asking for a good tail-whooping, and I'd happily deal that our without another moment of hesitation. But you're an apprentice, you have a future. Don't go ruining it by turning your clanmates against you."
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Post by niftyshark on Jul 11, 2019 20:22:19 GMT -6
Yarrowpaw rolled her eyes. “You sound like you’re ready for the elder’s den. I heard there’s space in there.” She pointed towards the den with a paw. “But I’m sure your threats are empty. You wouldn’t dare hurt a little apprentice, especially not in the middle of camp.” The mention of her future irked her. What right did Pepperfang have to make her appear like the troublemaker? She saw the way Pepperfang looked at Twigpaw. She saw the way she looked at everyone. Yarrowpaw’s gaze was sly, and she started towards the camp entrance. The challenge was unmentioned, but it was there. She didn’t expect the warrior to take it, but then maybe she would be surprised.
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Post by 20mia08 on Jul 12, 2019 15:49:02 GMT -6
The warrior bit her tongue. She felt a repulsively bitter comment rising up in her throat like vomit, and she fought with herself to swallow it. That was what Yarrowpaw wanted: to edge her on. Mouse-brained apprentice...one day, she'd surely learn respect.
One day, it'd hit her in the face- like a swat from an angry elder.
...that crotchety senior being Pepperfang, apparently.
Those simmering amber eyes locked onto Yarrowpaw's, and refused to let go. She would happily accept that challenge, should she not hold a decent level of respect for her clan. AspenClan needed future warriors, meaning that she was unable to pummel this little squirt, no matter how much she managed to get under the warrior's skin. However, that competitive urge argued with her reason, forcing the peppered warrior to lean forward with her teeth bared.
"...don't make me accept that challenge, Yarrowpaw. It would be an honor to knock a bead of sense into you."
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Post by niftyshark on Jul 18, 2019 10:12:29 GMT -6
Yarrowpaw half-turned back towards Pepperfang. She feigned an expression of delight. “Oh, you would be doing me a favor if you accepted the challenge. Maybe I’d be able to get through the day without being bored.” She could see by the warrior’s posture that she wanted to fall to her impulses badly. Yarrowpaw felt a slight sense of pride that she could push the cranky warrior so far. She turned away again and picked up her pace to the camp entrance, pushing on through it when she reached it. The apprentice could feel eyes on her, and she knew their discussion was starting to attract attention. It was better either way that Yarrowpaw left... but would Pepperfang follow her? Or would she back down? The smoky tortie would take it as a win no matter what.
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Post by 20mia08 on Jul 20, 2019 18:23:07 GMT -6
Don't fall to that cocky little furball's level. The coarse-furred warrior felt the hairs along her spine rise, and her form followed in suit. She watched as Yarrowpaw stalked off, and she found her tail starting to lash eagerly. Don't. Do it. While Pepperfang attempted to tell herself otherwise, her paws carried her after Yarrowpaw as if she was in a trance-like state. She was on a mission.
Well, if I'm going to do it...I'm going to do it right. She had no choice in the matter now. She really hoped the apprentice knew what she was in for because, adolescent or not, Pepperfang was ready to pound her into the dirt. Besides, StarClan knows how she might treat Twigpaw if I don't put her into her place first.
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Post by niftyshark on Jul 31, 2019 23:23:10 GMT -6
Yarrowpaw meandered at a relaxed pace, going nowhere in particular. She knew she had to head away from camp. She saw a dark form in the corner of her eye when she tilted her head slightly, and the surge of gratification was immediate. Sure, it stroked her ego, but it also proved that Pepperfang had no self-control, as far as she saw. Yarrowpaw was always willing to sink her claws into something, and it was better when the other wanted to do the same.
She continued at her leisure, stopping only when they were far out in the territory. The scents of other clanmates were fresh, but not so fresh that they would be interrupted. A patrol likely came in the early morning, so she doubted another one would stop by for a while.
Yarrowpaw examined her claws, not bothering to turn around and see if Pepperfang was still there. “At least you followed,” she said in amusement, confidence brimming. “You aren’t as wishy-washy as others, thank StarClan, but that doesn’t mean much. Many cats like to talk, from what I’ve witnessed. It’s unflattering.”
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Post by 20mia08 on Aug 3, 2019 11:09:09 GMT -6
She was a mentor now, so there was nothing wrong with wanting to teach someone a little "lesson". For all her clanmates knew, this was nothing more than a spar, one that would involve teeth and claws, but that was what real battles required. An apprentice needed to know how to handle themselves in real combat, because StarClan knew that they wouldn't be flailing around their paws and simply smacking an opponent away.
It was also important to learn about pain- no pain, no gain. Today, it would be Pepperfang's pleasure to teach Yarrowpaw how it felt. And oh, would she ensure that this would be a lesson she wouldn't soon forget. The speckled she-cat's eyes narrowed into a glare, intense and serious, as she followed along after Yarrowpaw, lumbering with a bristled pelt like a disrupted badger.
"Clearly, you're one of those talkers." Finally she stopped, claws sliding out from their hiding place despite the apprentice's failure to turn around and properly face the warrior. She wouldn't hesitate to stab her in the back. "Let's get down to business."
TO DEFEAT THE HUNS
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Post by niftyshark on Aug 13, 2019 21:29:55 GMT -6
(Hahaha)
Yarrowpaw tilted her head back over her shoulder so she could look at Pepperfang. “Business?” she repeatedly softly, almost curiously. “This isn’t business. This is just the opposite... it’ll be fun.” She turned around to face the warrior, and then without warning, she charged, paws and claws extended. The move wasn’t fancy; she just wanted to feel fur between her claws.
She loved the feeling of adrenaline rushing through her. It was the only thing that made her excited to be alive. It was something she almost needed, an insatiable urge that was never satisfied—and she would do anything to get a taste of it.
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Post by 20mia08 on Aug 16, 2019 16:32:04 GMT -6
Teaching Yarrowpaw a lesson she wouldn't soon forget? It was business to Pepperfang, her duty to her clan and fellow warriors. The speckled she-cat didn't bother with a reply, instead bracing her already-stiffening form as she prepared to dance with the apprentice.
Although she meant to handle the matter seriously, she couldn't help but to admit that this was for her own entertainment as well. She had been practically dying to sink her claws into something other than mud or branches, something alive and feline. Was it wrong to attempt to maim your clanmate, especially when you might need them down the road? Yes.
But who was she to care about rules?
Rather than attempt to dodge the sudden attack from Yarrowpaw, Pepperfang sat back on her haunches, and opened outstretched her front claws, prepared to take on the charging apprentice in a fury of rolling claws.
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Post by niftyshark on Aug 18, 2019 22:40:09 GMT -6
It was nothing like training. It wasn’t even a fight of preservation or a reason worth mentioning. It was gritty, senseless, and satisfying.
Peoperfang made no motion to dodge, and neither did Yarrowpaw. She barreled into the warrior with all the momentum she gathered, claws sinking into Pepperfang’s pelt. She felt claws in her own, but she hardly noticed it. Their collision and her own excess speed tipped them towards the ground and into a roll. Leaves and patches of frost crunched underneath, but they were drowned out by Yarrowpaw’s hissing.
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