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Post by Glowy on Dec 19, 2011 13:16:02 GMT -10
Exactly how Dovepaw had come to be unoccupied for the morning, she hadn't the slightest idea. It was quite the quandary, as a matter of fact. Perhaps in a different Clan, it would have been alright for an Apprentice to have nothing to do, but that was certainly not the case in FogClan. Undoubtedly she would be accused of the Sin of Sloth by some Warrior or another, and then Volepelt would have to punish her. StarClan forbid, she feared punishment more than anything. What they had done to Smokefur... good heavens, it still gave her nightmares! The same, possibly worse, would be done to her. What would make it even worse was the fact that she was Volepelt's apprentice. She was supposed to be an example, for some reason.
Well, she sure as anything did not want to be made an example of. As loathe as she was to admit it, FogClan had gotten to her. Oh, she'd tried and tried for so long to resist, but when that had failed it had been conform or end up like that huddled mass of gray fur, streaked with blood. Oh, she was still mostly herself. She still believed that The System was wrong, and that the ideas that drove the Council were psychotic, completely off-base with reality. But... she was afraid of them. The ideas terrified her with their consequences, should one choose not to accept them completely.
It wasn't only the consequences that caused her fear. It was the thought of her mentor's displeasure. She was so close to being done. Warriorhood and freedom was on the horizon, she could tell! An episode like this would push the horizon so far back that it wouldn't even be a dot in the distance. At least, that was what her first impulse was. But Volepelt had been strangely... happy lately. He'd even smiled once, which was something he never did. Perhaps he would overlook this small offense and forgive her, and resort to nothing more than a stern telling-off.
It wouldn't really matter what Volepelt would do, though. She would still have to deal with whatever Warrior found her first. Sloth was too severe a sin to go unpunished for any length of time. She would need to find something to do, and soon! Panicking, she picked up a ball of moss and started walking around camp with it. Yep. She was changing bedding, mmhmm. Perfectly normal, nothing to see here.
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Post by Rolo on May 30, 2012 15:32:54 GMT -10
Frostpaw returned to camp with a rabbit dangling limply in her jaws.
She had mixed feelings about this fact. Feelings that she acknowledged with slight amusement through the numbness that now shadowed her every thought.
By bringing back this meagre offering, technically she was providing for her clan and had done her apprentice duty. This, she realised, was something that the council members were likely to gawp at. Frostpaw? Doing apprentice duties? GASP! It was an act they would not see as her own, but as a product of their own efforts; something to smugly boast about to one another with their daily meetings with the supreme nutjob. This was something she loathed. And yet, Frostpaw could not bring herself to be bothered by this fact. The action, she knew and everyone who mattered knew, was something she'd done of her own volition, and that was enough for her.
Besides, she felt it an achievement. That rabbit had made light work of evading her for most of the chase, and she really had had to push her poor, eternally wounded body to the edge to catch it. She had felt worryingly triumphant when she'd caught it. But then, it had been so much easier to concentrate on murdering it when she imagined that her target was Rowanheart. However, it did mean that it would be impossible for her to eat it now, and she refused to waste a life for nothing. So here she was, donating to the fresh-kill pile.
And then it was done. And life was back to normal, as she returned to doing absolutely nothing again. She'd have to do double time on being lazy now to readjust the balance.
It was then that she spotted Dovepaw, who had evidently filled in for her as the pale-coloured-apprentice-who-doesn't-do-stuff while she was away. However, it seemed that since Frostpaw had retaken her place, the white she-cat had decided she'd rather not risk the wrath of the starry lunatics and that she should at least look like she was doing something. Frostpaw looked on in amusement as she watched the panic cross the apprentice's face, bending down to pick something off the floor that she couldn't see.
When Dovepaw turned round with a piece of green bedding hanging from her jaw, a look of satisfaction on her face, Frostpaw chuckled loudly. Oh earth, the whole situation was just too funny for her not to play along! She grinned, and shouted across the clearing at her;
"Good work, Dovepaw! That moss won't roll itself, ya know. It's such an immense task, isn't it? Carrying such a burdensome object. But we, Dovepaw, have the strength to see it through. But might you need a companion on your epic task of bedding... holding? It is a task I would not like anycat to undertake alone, such is the danger that comes with it!" |
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Post by Glowy on Jun 4, 2012 21:41:54 GMT -10
Dovepaw could have sworn that she heard Frostpaw's voice directed in her general direction. What was this trickery her mind had chosen? Frostpaw would never talk to her. She probably thought she was a fool, and that assessment would be correct in many ways. Ah, but it appeared that her mind was not playing tricks on her. Frostpaw continued to speak, and it became increasingly apparent that she was speaking to her.
Why? What had she done to attract Frostpaw's attention? How she wished she could be like Frostpaw. She was strong enough to withstand the pain that the Council put her through. Dovepaw, though... pain was her weakness. Surely the Council had learned by now that the way to get inside Dovepaw's head was to put those she cared about in pain. So it was not her pain, necessarily, but the pain of others that got under Dovepaw's skin. Frostpaw took the Council's torture and used it to strengthen her resolve, where it only made Dovepaw fearful. So, what could Frostpaw possibly want with little Dovepaw?
The ball of moss dropped from her jaw and lost a bit of its mass upon its impact with the ground, but that was okay. Dovepaw somehow managed to form a smile on her face, fearful though she was that Frostpaw's words would attract the attention of the Council members. If they interfered, the apprentices would lose their chance to talk. "Bedding changing, Frostpaw. It is indeed an arduous task, my comrade. I would be glad of the assistance. Come, take up your burden in service of the Clan! Our ancestors will be most proud, I am certain," she called back across camp, hoping to high StarClan that the other apprentice sensed the sarcasm in her words. Well, not in all of them. She truly would be glad to talk to Frostpaw, if for no reason other than to find out what in the world she could want with her. Ah, but the foolishness about the heaviness of the burden and all that... well, she hoped that Frostpaw could see through the words.
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