Palepaw's Puppets

[Miss Tactical]

The young MistClan apprentice peered around the edges of the apprentice’s den, the moon still looked full. The warrior on guard was a younger one, more than likely easy to sneak past. With a coy look in her eye she walked right up to him without any issues, her aqua eyes sparkled. ”Sorry need to use the dirt place The way the words flowed from her tongue it was rather convincing, and the tom on duty didn’t even seem to second guess her, and with that she pushed her way out of the entrance and took off on a high speed run. No one would follow her past a certain point, besides, not many really did much with her anyways. Not even her own parents seemed to care what type of mischief was she was getting herself into.


When it came to her Dark forest training, the apprentice was smart. Sure at first she had her dreams in the comfort of the nursery, but now that she was apprentice, that had to change. For the past couple of moons the apprentice had been sleeping on a tree stump. She had found it toppeled over on the very edge of her territory. No one would hear her fighting for her life in her sleep, and when she came back with new wounds, at sun high, cats would just assume she got too rough at training. It was a genius plan really. With a large yawn, the apprentice looked to the sky before circling in her make shift nest. She closed her eyes, touching the tip of her tail to her nose before drifting into a deep slumber.



When she awoke she was in the psycadellic version of the dark forest, bright colors, wavy lines, and silver vine spores all over, a euphoria that Birchpaw had grown quite fond of. She chuckled slightly, trotting to her usual training place. She knew Flowereyes would be so proud of her first sly kill. The IvyClan apprentice didn’t even see her coming, and she was certain that no one had seen her walk away either. She had used her surroundings to her advantage, she gave her long slender body a stretch before she whipped her head around. Something…..something was different.


She curled her lip into a snarl dropping instincitlvly into a deadly fighting crouch creeping through the wavy trees and fields of strawberries. That’s when she spotted the pale colored tom. What was he doing in her training dream? She huffed an annoyance before storming over. Due to his size she knew he was either a kit or a brand new apprentice, it didn’t take long for the MistClan apprentice to make herself known. ”Who the heck are you and why are YOU in my dream huh?” She didn’t take too kindly being interrupted. This was how she was going to be leader one day…one kill at a time.

[KingHarry]

Palepaw liked Flowereyes. She was powerful - strong. Through her, he was learning to be better at fighting. He'd never been the biggest, most physically imposing cat and, while he could learn quickly, it was clear that combat just was not his area of expertise. Palepaw's skills better lay in manipulation - taking after both his parents and their way with words - but he was certainly improving in other areas.

Perhaps soon he would be able to hurt Irispaw properly. He would like that, Palepaw decided. His sister was... Well, she deserved pain. To be shown that she was not as great as she thought she was. StarClan, it was going to be so satisfying to see her face when he finally made her regret everything she had ever said to him...

Lost in his thoughts of such things, the small apprentice did not notice another cat approaching. He almost jumped at the voice but, thankfully, managed to control himself. This new cat had said this was her dream, so she must be from one of the clans too, no? Which meant that she was like him? A chosen one - somebody that Flowereyes had seen potential in.

Presumably that meant that she too would be a strong warrior one day. Hm... Palepaw silently cast his eye over this cat before he spoke. Judging by her size, she too was an apprentice, but from which clan? Not MothClan, certainly, as he did not recognise her.

"My name is Palepaw," he responded, forcing himself to be calm and collected. If only his father could see him now; he would be so proud. "I represent MothClan." That was both a lie and not a lie at the same time. No, he had not been told that he specifically represented his clan, but neither had he seen a fellow MothClan cat during his Dark Forest sessions. Because of that, perhaps he did represent it after all? Palepaw would have to ask Flowereyes about it when he next saw her.

"Who are you?"