The play's the thing [OPEN]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/vrscpw.jpg] Hushpaw walked along the old wood fence, his paws placed carefully between the sharper points. His ocean blue eyes were locked on his paws afraid that if he looked else where he would slip and fall right off the side. Something like that would be completely embarrassing, especially if someone happened to walk by why it happened. Hushpaw flinched at the thought and dug his claws into the wood to keep from falling, his tail swishing behind him for balance. Maybe jumping up here wasn't his smartest idea seeing as he himself, though he would never admit it, wasn't the most stable tom cat when it came to such talents. Flicking his tail in thought the lean yet fluffy furred apprentice stood up fully, he slowly moved his paws around to the side. When he felt good enough he pushed off the fence and flew down toward the grass below him, his paws landing with a soft thud before he stood up and shook off his pelt. Still his eyes brightened at his successful landing and he puffed out his chest with silent pride at this accomplishment. Though it may have been small it was an accomplishment none the less, right? Hushpaw turned his attention on the path toward haystack fields, the mere thought of the swaying tan plants made his paws tingle with excitement. So in moments he was bounding toward his destination at half speed, wanting to enjoy the journey there. The last time he saw haystack fields was when... his father was found murdered there. Hushpaw's excitement quickly dulled and his pace slowed into a trot. His heart clenched at the memories that began flooding into his mind all at once, he shook his head to try and clear them. It was different now, he was older and braver he could handle it. Lifting his head he continued with his trot, though his eyes still looked pained and unsure. As the middle aged apprentice reached the fields he stopped, almost frozen in place as the scene rolled out before him. The stench of blood filled his glands and he started to cough. His eyes began to water and fresh salty tears rolled down his cheeks. no.....It's.....different now. he told himself and closed his eyes tightly. Slowly the smell and the images faded replaced with bright shades of gold from the recently harvested wheat. Stacks of hay were scattered over the land, and he must admit he was a bit disappointed. He heard of how much fun it was to play in the wheat and now it was gone, with only little stubs of where it was. Hushpaw shrugged he could turn anything into something better. The pain that was once on the tabby's face was now replaced with determination as he raced down toward the haystacks. Without a second thought he bunched up his leg muscles and propelled him into the nearest haystack letting out a little chuckle of laughter when doing so. It felt weird being inside the haystack, he felt surrounded but at the same time mesmerized by the golden glow from the sunlight outside. Blinking his blue eyes in delight he pawed his way out and popped his head out from the top. Little strands of hay hanging on his head as he did so, before pulling himself out. Pieces of hay stuck in his semi long fur. but Hushpaw didn't care he stood there proud. He had concurred the mightiest haystack and came out of top. He shook his body allowing some of the hay to fall off his head and frame, though some still remained tangled in his fur. I am leader of this haystack. he mewed triumphantly before a small bushel of hay rolling in the wind caught his eye. He lowered himself to his stomach while watching it intently. Ah! an intruder I see, well you won't take my territory! he mewed giving a low and playful growl before he hopped down the haystack, sliding most of the way down. When his paws met earth he raced after the bushel pouncing and missing it a few times before finally a long stride and outstretched claws clashed into the bushel and he dragged it under him. His tail swished behind him happily, he had won!

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['| Daeyna]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/vpb69e.png] The breeze ruffled the old, orange tom's fur as he hobbled through the tall grasses he called home. Rootfrost mumbled under his breath something about Lynxpaw being lazy and having to get his own herbs. "What in Starclan's name is an apprentice for if they refuse to wake up for you?" he mumbled, louder this time. The gray apprentice was fun, though Rootfrost would never admit that he liked anyone. Distant caterwauling made his ears prick. What was going on? Taking a deep breath, Rootfrost turned and headed towards the noise. If a cat needed help, who better to help than a medicine cat? The noises got louder, and the old cat started to hear the words. "I............ eader......... stack......... truder........ see........ won't take.... territory!" Rootfrost lifted his chin and peered forward. The blurry shapes of the grass blocked his vision to whatever was sitting on that haystack about 20 mouse-tails in front of him. "Who is that?" he meowed loudly, his gruff voice carrying through the foliage easily. Rootfrost limped forward more, scenting the air. The figure had jumped off of the haystack. Suddenly he smelled it. The other cat was one of his clan's apprentices. Hushpaw to be exact. The medicine cat's cloudy green eyes glared at the gray blur in front of him. "What in the name of Starclan are you doing, Hushpaw?" he growled. 227 words | apparently, a bad muse. totally thought it was longer... | Hushpaw

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/vrscpw.jpg] Hushpaw stared at the defeated hay at his paws, and after some careful but through examination he had declared it dead. He purred softly to himself at his own little games and he wondered why adults gave up on them in the first place. Sure there was a time and place for such things, but games made life that much more fun. It allowed you to expand your mind and bring joy and activity to the world, but most cats forget this and pass it off as useless and childish. Well shows what they knew, maybe one day feathers would take over the world and he would be the only one knowing how to defeat them. Hushpaw nodded proud of himself for such a knowledge, his tail swishing back and forth at the thought before he flicked his blue eyes upon the bushel. I'm watching you hay.... he thought lowered himself to his hunches wiggling his rump playfully as he watched it before lowering himself completely. Hushpaw's ears flicked at the sound of paw steps behind him and lifted his body into a sitting position as he listened for the direction. His ears flicked back and forth like radars until he turned around to see Rootfrost coming into the fields and looking directly at him. Though perhaps he had been there for awhile, seeing as he had a clearly confused look in his eyes. And for that he felt slightly embarrassed, but he quickly pushed it aside and got to his paws."What in the name of Starclan are you doing, Hushpaw?" Hushpaw let a large grin spread out across his maw before bounding up to the larger cat and flicking his tail in greeting. Hi Rootfrost! he mewed warmly, yes Hushpaw was a pretty social tom when it came to his clan, after that brief greeting he ran back to watch his hay bushel. Tail swishing back and forth as a story revealed itself in his mind. It is a very dangerous monster, it is! Because... er... it can always come back to life after you have defeated it. They are very tricky to kill, even by a strong hunter such as myself. he stated matter-of-factly as if it was the full on truth and turned to watched the bushel. When the wind picked up the hay bushel blew threw his paws, and Hushpaw tried to catch it and landed without it in his paws. He laughed and turned to look back at the medicine cat, You see? Tricky opponent.... eh I'll get him later. he decided after watching the hay bushel tumble away with the wind, he wondered what it was like to roll through the wind like that. Shrugging off his loss in fun he turned to the orange tom cat and smiled. He sat back onto his hunches again and stretched out his forepaws giving a low yawn. I must have scared him for good, I think. he said out of nowhere and sat up, blue eyes looking up at the older tom cat.

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['| Daeyna]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/vpb69e.png] Sometimes the old tom felt like he was too mean. This thought was quickly diminished when the young tom in front of him greeted him warmly, despite the unnecessarily rude greeting from himself. As quickly as Hushpaw had appeared, he disappeared. Rootfrost peered into the blurry mass of golden grass and hay. He spotted Hushpaw crouched in front of what looked like a fuzzy ball. Rootfrost knew what it was, though. Moons of having bad eyes and walking about the territory had helped him learn what certain blurry masses were. This particular one was a small hay bushel, or, as he liked to call it, a tumbling weed. "It is a very dangerous monster, it is! Because... er... it can always come back to life after you have defeated it. They are very tricky to kill, even by a strong hunter such as myself." Rootfrost snorted, but decided that it wouldn't hurt to play along a bit. As long as he didn't have to move or track anything down, he was fine with playing. "Really?" he said, a slight bit of sarcasm coming out with the statement. "The best hunter, eh?"He watched the tumbling weed 'escaped' from Hushpaw's grasp. "Eh, I'll get him later." The medicine cat decided that this was his chance to get some help. Lynxpaw might not be up, but he bet that Hushpaw wouldn't say no to a request from the medicine cat. "Yup. He's scared all right. Now, if you're done protecting the territory from tumbling weeds, I would like your help." Rootfrost said, getting up and beginning to hobble in the direction he was originally headed. If Hushpaw was going to help, he'd follow. If not, then Rootfrost could manage by himself.