Recent content by Asterpaw

Panic flooded Asterpaw's features when she saw the snarl the older cat bore on her face. The young apprentice knew these attackers would be unlikely to show her mercy, based on how they had overwhelmed the patrol and began their vicious attack, but even so, she is startled by the frenzied look...

Another day comes and another lesson is to be followed. There is to be no combat training today, rather hunting instead. Asterpaw already had some of the basics down in regards to her hunters crouch and how she pounced but chasing after prey was something she was yet to hone. As Asterpaw watched...

Perhaps the eerie silence that surrounded this place should have been a sign of what was to come. Yet, despite being watched by the eyes of a dozen or so enemies, the WindClan cats are none the wiser of the threat that would find them here. Asterpaw had her nose low to the floor, trying to pick...

Whispersong seems pleased by her enthusiasm, vowing that one day Asterpaw would master her teachings, in the same way that Asterpaw vowed to herself to be great. Her mentor agrees to her request to slow her movements. Once more she repeats the first half of her movements though is far slower...

Compared to some of her own experiences on her tours of WindClan's borders, it is nice to see this little meeting unfolding to be a peaceful and untroubled one. Asterpaw does not flinch when her leader appears, merely glancing up to give Scorchstar a respectful nod before returning her attention...

For a fleeting moment, Asterpaw feels bad about intruding, when Featherspine warns her and Doekit against crowding Pinkshine. Still, despite his hardened words, Asterpaw is not overly perturbed and quickly brightens up again at the presence of her mother and Pinkshine's response. "Oh, I'm sure...

Asterpaw had never given much thought to the fact that they were hunting on what some might have considered sacred land. Thanks to her mother, she knew all about Fourtrees' storied history, and what had happened here many moons ago. If their ancestors had any issue with it, Asterpaw could not...

Although still somewhat bitter not to have received Thriftfeather as a mentor, as time had passed, Asterpaw had come to appreciate and admire her mentor. She knew there were some in the clan - and even outside of the clan - who viewed Whispersong as odd for her manner of speech or the way she...

The smell of blood on returning clanmates has become all too familiar in recent days. So, when the metallic scent of blood hits her nose, she tenses, already uneasy for what was to follow in its wake. Not long after, Thistlesnap returns to camp, bloodied and wounded, barely able to walk. "Oh...

When Silkpaw turns to her and finally appreciates the floral gift, Asterpaw is practically beaming, the purring in her chest so loud that half the camp surely would have heard it. "I bet it'll look really nice with the lilac blossoms," Asterpaw nodded in approval. She could picture the purple...

One of the fondest memories Asterpaw had outside of her family, was when Silkpaw has used her freshly honed styling skills, to decorate Asterpaw's pelt with flowers and feathers. Whilst Asterpaw did not particularly share her friend's fondness for decorating, she could appreciate how much...

As she wanders around the towering oaks, Asterpaw still isn't entirely sure why they had to come alllllll the way out here for some moss. Silkpaw said she wanted some perfect, spotless moss for her nest, which was fair enough, but Asterpaw did not see why they had to come so far to get it...

Asterpaw was still not sure how she felt about the ThunderClan border, with its numerous trees blotting the landscape, and giving them little view of the sky. For all their faults - and grievances with her clan - at least she knew where she stood opinion wise with ShadowClan and RiverClan. She...

Since becoming an apprentice, Asterpaw had found a great pleasure in running. Of course, she had ran around camp as a kitten, but it was nothing compared to running across the moors, the wind at her side, and the sun on her back. She might not have been as fast as some of her clanmates, on...

She is playing with the other apprentices when the blood scent on the air wafts by her nose. Almost immediately, she stiffens, frozen in panic about who - or what - was about to come through the gorse tunnel. Bright green eyes watch carefully for a sing, quickly receiving her answer in the form...