Exhaust // Foxpaw, open

[Snapple]

Rosepaw lay silent in the Apprentice den, toying with a mouse. She had taken it from the Freshkill Pile, just after she dropped a few other mice there. She had visited the clearing for a few hours and hunted for a while. She didn't really think she was going to be a hunter for Rockclan, and she should think about her future by now, but she didn't want to think about it. She was starving, and her stomach rumbled louder with every growl. It was an unusually quiet day; no trouble or curious apprentices wanting to talk.

She ignored all the other apprentices, the talking and the claws scraping on the rocks as they playfully fought. She had brothers for that, she didn't need to ask. She could walk up to one of her brothers and just tackle them. They would fall right into place and start to fight with her. Of course, she would never get hurt, and her brothers would prevail without a scar; she would never hurt any of them. Although she "hated" them, she loved them at the same time.

She was exhausted; the warriors and hunters made it look so easy. She would follow them and watch when they went hunting. She hated it how she had to eat after the elders and kits. She respected it, but she didn't like it. She wished she could be a kit again. It seemed so much easier. She knew everyone had to grown up after some time. Sometimes she wished she didn't though.

She tore half of the mouse off and chewed it happily. She finally got to taste some well-earned food. The morning had been exhausting; it was hard to hunt, especially with no mentor. She was looking for a mentor. Waiting for one, actually. She didn't usually go out looking for things, which made it hard to hunt. She lost interest and got bored with things easily, and hunting wasn't one of her favorite things to do. The motivation of not getting in trouble if she hunted would keep her from giving up and walking away.

[Dere]

Foxpaw

I'm no punk British man. I'm like a fish out of water.

Foxpaw lay silently in the apprentices' den, sleeping his life away. Unaware of everything around him; the cool floor of the den, the moss he was sleeping on, the presence of nearby apprentices. His dream was just so, so enchanting. Well, at least to him. Chasing a mouse through a flower field might have been odd to some toms, but he was different. He liked flowers. There weren't many here in Rockclan, for all he knew. He hadn't gone out of the clan yet, except when he was young. His mother simply did not let him out because of the accident. He'd be allowed to roam into Rockclan territory when he would have a mentor. Ugh, always worrying he'd wonder out of territory, he wasn't a kit anymore.

Foxpaw gasped as he woke up in the apprentices' den. "Hey, what time is it? Did I sleep in?" He asked himself, huffing out every single word. Even though he didn't have a mentor, Foxpaw hated sleeping in. It was a sign of weakness, the weak would not be tolerated in his books. Slowly getting up, he yawned and stretched his body, taking in large gulps of air every now and then. "Morning apprentices' den, I wonder what I'm going to do today," He snorted, thinking about him being the runt of the litter. If he wasn't so small, he could have become an apprentice at the age of six moons, but he was too tiny. Heck, his mother even thought of naming him Tinykit instead of Foxkit! Even though he cared about his mother, he hated that name. His brother, Imppaw, always made fun of him. Calling him 'runty.' he wasn't really that small, he'd grow up to be a senior warrior soon. Imppaw will be surprised when he becomes a great warrior, maybe even the deputy, then leader! He pondered on about the idea. The only thing was that he didn't really like to fight, he preferred hunting over fighting. His mother had taught him with a live mouse in the nursery once he was six months old.

As he trotted to the exit of the den, he looked down to see a eaten mouse. He was disgusted by bones, they were just gross, if it were possible, Foxpaw would have eaten berries for the rest of his life. He respected prey unlike anyone he'd met so far. All they did was slurp down the muscles and do nothing about the bones. Of course, he hadn't met many cats of Rockclan.

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words; 448.
notes; My muse is fine right now, it could be much better though. I've got nothing else to say.

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[Snapple]

Rosepaw had adapted to having a small stomach; she was a small kit. She did not eat a lot. She usually ate what she felt like eating and then complained that she was hungry a few hours later. "But mother, I'm hungry!" She would whine, but her mother and occasionally her father would respond "Well, you should have eaten your dinner."She wouldn't say anything else, knowing she should have eaten. It was a cycle; she would eat, be hungry, be scolded, and then eat again. It made one more thing about her annoying. She was not the best liked apprentice... Everyone thought she was annoying and would not make a good warrior out of her. She would, though. At least she thought so. As you can see, she had a long way to go.

Rosepaw sighed; she was bored. Because it was so calm that day (well, to her, at least) she was surprisingly unhappy. She always complained that she wanted a day where she would be able to relax and stretch her paws out, but she always had a hectic life. She didn't know how to live without the fighting, the hissing, and the 'I didn't do it, he did!'. Her brothers and sisters were... she didn't know. Probably off with their mentors. She hadn't met her mentor yet. She didn't exactly want to.

She stood, and then sat down again. She had been laying down before; it started to hurt. Her hand leg was under a lot of pressure. She meowed slightly, sort of like a yawn. She didn't like meowing. it made her feel like a weak little kittypet.

As she looked around, she saw several of the apprentices bickering, then others sleeping. Some of them were sitting and talking to each other. She scoped the whole den out with her eyes, standing on all four paws. Her back sloped down, and she got ready to pounce on the first person that passed. She kept her eyes ahead, ready to jump. And then, she did it. She pounced on the first cat she saw. The thing was, she thought she pounced on herself for a moment. The cat looked just like her. She knew he was a boy, but... He was so... familiar.

"I had a twin?"

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notes: crappy post, i know... sorry.

[amber]

It was so loud, everything was always so loud. The nursery had gotten loud after her siblings had started a playfighting game, which lead to much tumbling. She, unfortunately, was not able to participate. The tiny kit had just recovered from yet another sickness. It had been the second sickness for her in a matter of three days. She had been given the all clear this morning, but had been told to take it easy. This little kit didn't know the meaning of take it easy. She like to play rough with her siblings. Shortly after waking, little Berrykit had actually eaten a little this morning. Now that she was feeling better, her appetite had increased somewhat. It still wasn't near as big as her siblings, but hey, she did good just to eat.

The frail little kit's fur was brightening up, now that the sickness had washed over her, and looked relatively normal. She still looked like she was skin and bones and nothing more, but at least her fur wasn't pale and awful looking like it had yesterday. When she awoke, her little paws had struggled to steady themselves. It had been a while since she had done anything other than just lay around and feel awful.

She and her siblings were the youngest kits in the clan, at the moment, which meant she was the youngest clan member. She had yet to see the outside of the nursery, being kept confined to hopefully keep her well. Berrykit remembered lots of visitors, but it had always been her dream to see what the outside of the nursery looked like. Sure she had her brothers and sister tell her all about it, but still....she wanted to see it for herself.

After much persuasion, she was finally allowed out of the nursery. One of her brothers had helped her get outside, practically carrying her. It was a sad day when your littermate could carry you. Shrugging the thought off, the tiny kit's eyes widened the instant she saw just how big the place she lived was. And she thought the nursery was huge! A tiny squeak escaped from Berrykit's mouth as she saw everything around her. This was so much!

Her brother set her down and told her where the apprentices den was, mentioning that it had cats who might be friendly. Her siblings had also told her to avoid the elder's den, unless she wanted to be stuck there all day and told how little she was. No, she wasn't little, she was just as big as everyone else, right?

Her tiny paws found their way to the den and she looked into it curiously. So this is what the apprentices den looked like. This is where she would be when she was older. Padding a little more into the den, she was so busy with looking around she hadn't been watching where she was going, running straight into Foxpaw and Rosepaw. "Sorry!"Berrykit squeaked, her eyes looking up at the tom and she-cat with curiosity. This was so exciting, and her whiskers were quivering. She just couldn't keep still! Looking around she noticed her siblings were gone. Maybe they went somewhere else. Shrugging she turned her attention back to the two apprentices. "Is this really where you sleep?" she asked with wide eyes.

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[Dere]

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[atrb=background,http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l534/littledarkling/foxpawmid.png] "Small talk" / Envisioning "I had a twin?" Foxpaw gasped once the other apprentice had pounced on him. "H-hey! Who are you, what do you want from me?" He mewed, hissing every so often. He also struggled, struggled like his life depended on it. Oh my, he looked at the other apprentice, Rosepaw and gasped. They looked so similar, not like identical twins, but similar. He was slightly darker, and didn't have as many white stripes on his face, but still they were almost identical. "Woah! You look almost like me, who are you, what's your name?" Foxpaw asked the she- cat apprentice. He still stared at her, she was so similar to him he could scream. "Is this really where you sleep?" Foxpaw turned to look at the kit, who had just bumped into the two apprentices and asked a simple question. "Huh? Oh yeah, this is where we sleep, and hang-out and stuff." He meowed to the kit, someday, the she-kit would become like them, an apprentice training to become a warrior of Rockclan. This kit sort of gave Foxpaw inspiration, sure she was small, but she had so much energy. It was truly a sight to see, a small kit had came hurling into the apprentices' den. At least, to Foxpaw. He didn't get around much so it could just be for him, he doubted that any other cat would think this kit was inspiration like he did. "Hey little kitten, what is your name? I don't think I've ever seen you. I haven't really seen much the clan's members either though..." He mewed quietly to the young cat. I wonder if she'll even hear me, I might have been too quiet. If only my voice was louder then it is right now. He thought to himself, wondering what his future voice will sound like. words; 333. comments; Ugh, my muse could have been so much better. Really shitty post has been posted. By the way, any errors should be corrected soon, I did this quick since I have to go do chores. EDIT ; Finished. c:

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