Cass's Writting!

[cass]

OK so I do some Warrior Cats RPing and I have really been enjoying it, so I would love y'all to see it and if you feel like it give me some tips ^^

Wildheart

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"Don’t let your victories go to your head,
or your failures go to your heart."

It was early, and yet the sun was persistent on rising. Wildheart reluctantly stood up from the grove of young willow trees; she had been lying in waiting and for anything to come by. She shook the leaf litter from her fur and gave herself a quick inspection. Satisfied with what she saw she started the short journey back to her clan, back to the warm nest that she knew awaited her. She purred in satisfaction at the thought of curling up content amongst the moss oh her soft bed; moss that she had tiringly cleaned out yesterday. It was unusual for Wildheart to not turn up to the Riverclan camp at nightfall, she had just been too bothered to enter the camp and talk with her clanmates. She had wanted peace and quiet, but her sister’s taunts still rung in her mind. Wildheart purr came to an abrupt halt and she narrowed her eyes in anger. She just never could understand why her sister was always so cruel to her; she had done nothing wrong, just because she was named a warrior first. No, she thought. It had all started when Wildheart had shown her dominance other her siblings.

She hissed out lowed in frustration, instantly regretting her outburst. She scowled, she had probably scared all the prey within miles of her. The opens plains in front of her were quiet, and that just made Wildheart angrier with herself. Her usual show of confidence was all but gone in her anger and pain. The open area was refreshing and a slight breeze ruffled the fur on Wildheart’s back. She hadn’t realised it, but the long black fur had been standing up all down her spin. With obvious strain she settled the fur down her spin. She gave it a quick lick making sure it stayed down. The breeze helped relax her slightly and she soon found her muscles ease and the tension in her neck went slack. The smells of her home came rushing to her, she inhales deeply breathing in all the scents of food and the many cats that lived in the camp. She hoped that the den wouldn’t be cold or wet, this Leafbare had been tough and she knew that the whole clan had suffered more than they usually would. You could see the signs of hunger that on a normal Leafbare they would not be there, a prominent bone or the show of ribs.

Wildheart watched as the dawn patrol raced out throw the entrance at an easy lope, she felt no longing to go with them. She loved to run and race the other cats, but after her little night adventure she just wanted to rest. Wildheart yawned and stretched the stiffness out of her muscles, the night had been cold and she had had only herself to keep warm. She gave her black fur another quick check, but as always it shone brightly, it looked healthy, but had a slight unhealthy glisten to it that made Wildheart sad. She loved keeping herself well groomed, and she loved her fur always being sleek and healthy. Shaking herself she enters the camp, she nodded politely to the cat on duty. The clearing was full of activity with the many Warriors and apprentices waking up to start the new day. Wildheart eyed the freshkill pile and took a step closer towards it, but she halted. She didn’t want to take any, especially since she had come back empty handed. Sighing she slowly made her way to the warriors den, where he warm bed awaited her. Her green yes scanned the clearing and they settle on the Warrior Darkthorn, she couldn’t help the purr of joy that raced through her. Darkthorn had been her mentor, and he was like family to her, she races over to him a slight spring in the young she-cats steps. She felt like an apprentice when she was around him even though they were equals. “Darkthorn!” She purrs.

AND

Wildheart

Cause I'm hiding behind this smile
No, I haven't come out for awhile

Her keen eyes searched her old mentors face. She didn’t know what she saw there, but it didn’t look to good. The young cat opened her mouth to ask, but closed it quickly; she didn’t know what to say. She had no clue what to ask and it would be rude to ask when it was none of her business. She couldn't ask personal questions or things like that it was rude. But Darkthorn obviously had something on his mind; one quick look showed that his eyes were troubled. Wildheart was a very curious cat and she wanted to know what was bothering him, she doubted she could sleep till she knew, but she dismissed it with a flickof her ear, if he wanted to talk he would and she knew he would tell her, that was why she trusted him so much, because she knew he trusted her compltely. Yet sh found herself looking at him again, curious to know. She grinned at his words, but she could also tell he was trying not to speak to her like an apprentice, but an equal. It appeared that they both were having trouble with the new arrangement. She saw him as her mentor and to Wildheart, Darkthorn would always be here mentor. Someone she knew she could go to when she was upset, someone she would always wish to be like, the main cat she would look up to. Wildheart just hoped that he would see her as not only his old apprentice, but someone he could talk to. She wanted to know that he trusted her. She wanted him to talk.

The she-cat scowled. She looks down at her paws eying the small bits of grass that stuck out. The grass was slightly brown showing more of the signs of just how harsh this Leaf-bare had been. She averted the older cats gaze; she didn’t want to tell him she had caught nothing, or that she had probably scared all the prey from miles away. She didn’t want to see him disappointed… Wildheart was disappointed in herself. She couldn’t understand how she had let her sister’s taunts get to her. Wildheart had never let them before, but this time her sister’s words had seemed to push her just too far, and instead of saying something and causing and argument Wildheart had done what her sister had seen as cowardice. That had stung Wildheart the most, she was not a coward that new nothing more than words, and she could speak and taunt anyone with a sharp comment. Wildheart also new the skills of fighting better than her sister… Her sister was stupid; she couldn’t see that Wildheart had been the smart one by walking away. Wildheart wasn’t even sure she had made the right choice.

“The hunting was good!” she ignored the look he gave her as he stretched his long powerful legs. He was a strong cat that any smart warrior would fear, but Wildheart didn’t, not even the slightest. She knew the cat too well, she knew all his moves and techniques, after all he had taught her everything he knew. Wildheart yawned showing her white teeth. She was tired, she just wanted to sleep. "I was just deciding that I'd go out for a bit of a hunt, care to join me sleepy paws?" She eyed him, wondering if she should agree. She wanted to sleep desperately, but the thought of hunting with her old mentor was far more exciting. Wildheart also wanted to catch something, she had come back empty pawed and that had upset her. Besides if she wanted to eat she needed to hunt. She looks up at Darkthorn. “Sure. I would love some Water Vole.” She said grinning. Both the cats loved water vole, it was a habit that she had picked up from the tom, it was also the first piece of prey she had ever caught. It also tasted the best. Flicking the toms face with her tail she bounded over to the camps entrance, her sleepiness gone.

See there is this place so empty inside me
I keep hiding behind this smile

(Lyrics from Matt Wertz song "Behind A Smile Lyrics")

[✨ zozo.]

These are lovely<3[/color]

[cass]

Thanks Zoe :D

[✨ zozo.]

You're very welcome ^^

If you ever post more, you should totally let me know [/color]

[cass]

OK so this is my other cat!

Leafpaw

Look up, I look up at night,
Planets are moving at the speed of light.

The sun was just past its peak and now began the slow descent back to the Earth. Although the sun shone brightly it was cold. The snow still lay on the ground in mounds, Leafpaw wished for Greenleaf, her favourite season. The most amazing part of the year, it was when prey was plentiful and it wasn’t too hot or too cold. It was perfect. Leafpaw actually wasn’t sure why she was out here. After all it was meant to be her first day of training as an apprentice. She should be excited and hoping around like she normally would. Leafpaw had been excited about becoming an apprentice and training to be a warrior all her life. But then she was assigned a mentor. It wasn’t that Leafpaw didn’t want one, she really did. She wanted to have an older cat helping her, someone she could talk to. Someone she knew she would trust for the rest of her life. But no, Leafpaw was stuck with perhaps the only cat she didn’t like within the whole clan. Violetwhisper. Leafpaw felt her fur bristle as she thought of the sleek deputy and her purple eyes that she knew would be full of anger at her disappearance. Leafpaw just couldn’t stay, she was unhappy that she had ended up with the deputy. Leafpaw found the deputy too controlling, mean, rude and stubborn a lot like her. Although she would never admit it, they had a lot the same, Leafpaw just thought she was better.

The soggy ground felt uncomfortable under Leafpaw’s felt so delicately she scraped away a bunch of leaves and snow from under a nearby tree leaving a small patch of dry ground. She sat down making herself comfortable, wrapping her tail around her paws. A slight cold breeze ruffles her fur, it made her shiver slightly. Leafpaw looked around herself again. To be honest she had no clue where she was, but she knew she could follow her scent home, but that also meant others could follow her. The young apprentice scowled. That was right, that meant any cat could follow her. Leafpaw wanted to be alone, not only did she hate her mentor, but she couldn’t bare facing an angry Hawkstar. Leafpaw opened her mouth a touch, doing exactly what her mother had done, she took a deep breath in, and she sneezed as all the scents washed through her, so strong and powerful. She pawed her nose trying to rid herself of the over powering smells. Some of them were familiar, but then others where a big mystery to the she-cat. Her eyes flicker to a nearby tree, she wanted to hide her scent, but to be honest she didn’t know how. Grudgingly Leafpaw stood up from the dry ground. She knew deep down that she had to head back. But she really did not want to. She could already see Violetwhisper’s scowl. It made Leafpaw curl her lip in distaste.

Leaf paw gave herself a quick shake, flicking her ear to flick of a tiny insect. She then gave herself a quick inspection. Her fur was dull, and some of her ribs were prominent under her short coat. It was just one of the signs of how hard Leafbare had really been. Of how little food the clan had had to survive on. It saddened Leafpaw when she looked at her fur, fur she so often kept in an amazing condition. She was usually so proud of her short coat, and the dappled patterns that rested on it. The small cat shook her head vanishing the thoughts from her mind, she needed to think of a way to get back to the clan without Violetwhisper realising she had left. That would be tricky, but Leafpaw was a very good liar. Although she would try, she knew that they would know she had gone. If your missing for half a day on as your first day as an apprentice that is not a good thing. Then what was the point of going back? Leafpaw sighed. She wasn’t sure if she should go back, but the longer she waited the worse it would be. Unhappily she began to walk.

every chance that you get,
is a chance you seize.

[lyrics credit to "The Speed of Sound" by Coldpaly]

AND

Leafpaw

It's been a long time coming
And the tables' turned around

The she-cat had to admit that Violetwhisper stepping out in front of her, particularly materialising in front of her made her jump a little bit. But her shock wore off quickly to be replaced by a scowl. It was one of frustration and a little worry about actually being caught. Yet she found herself eyeing the Deputy with just as mush hate that she could see in the warriors eyes. They knew that they didn’t like each other. Well at the least Leafpaw finally knew that Violetwhisper didn’t like her. It made her flinch, but she kept her ground in front of the older cat. She wasn’t going to be weak. But sometimes you had to know when to back down. This was not one of those times. Leafpaw stares stubbornly at the cat, the forest around her seemed to not exist, it seemed to all blend in and all Leafpaw could hear was the steady beating of her own heart. What heart Leafpaw the most was the look of disgust? Or was it disapproval? Or even hate? In Violetwhisper’s eyes, it made Leafpaw wince… it hurt. No matter how much she disliked her mentor it still hurt when you knew that they were upset with you, but to hate you? That made you feel worthless.

Leafpaw was stubborn so she hide her emotions, but she knew her eyes would betray her. And still she would not let her gaze drop from the she-cats. The sarcasm in her words didn’t affect Leafpaw, she was use to throwing it around herself, but she couldn’t resist herself as she rolled her eyes at the deputy’s words. Her eyes although did prick with excitement at the mention of her first day and what they should have been doing. As Violetwhisper turned her gaze to the lake, but of course she couldn’t see it, Leafpaw took the chance to glare at the cat. She than sat down and curled her tail over her paws. "I've always said that Apprentices can gain as much training from cleaning dens and caring for elders, as they can actually out in the territory." Leafpaw’s heart seems to beat harder, and for the first time in this conversation her hurt sinks. She really wanted to learn how to fight. Leafpaw really didn’t want to be cleaning out nests. She looks briefly down at her paws. Her eyes blazing with anger at her foolishness, but also at her mentor’s hatred. She thought her mentor was mean, and not very nice at all, but she was a good warrior.

She turns her fierce gaze back onto Violetwhisper’s and for a long time they stare at each other. She could see how the purple stood out against the black fur, and the way Leafpaw’s green eyes shone in her eyes. She could see the stubbornness and anger in her eyes. She instantly stopped and realised just how silly she was being, but she still felt horrible and wanted to just turn and run. Runaway from the cat. Runaway from herself. She stares at Violetwhisper, she was unsure of how she felt, or even how she should act. She felt really awkward and maybe even a little ashamed of herself. “What do you think you were trying to do Leafpaw?" She seemed to gain control of herself, and her voice even seemed to soften a touch. This made Leafpaw feel even guiltier. “You don’t like me. I wanted to go for a walk. I wanted to think and I want to know why you don’t like me. Don’t give me any foxdung about this. You didn’t like me before know.” She pauses. “Or is it just me, the way you always look at other cats. As if you don’t want to train me, I want to be the best warrior. I know you are amazing and so loyal. I want to be like you. You love this clan. You’re an amazing cat.” Leafpaw looks briefly up at the cat before standing again. She wanted to leave.

Cause one of us is goin'
One of us is goin' down

(Lyrice credit to Sick Puppies "Your Going Down")

I LUV <3333 My kitties :D

[latisha]

Amazing cass!! Like usual<333