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The night wore heavily in the marshlands. Not a cricket chirped, nor a bird sung. The winds were stale, and the air was thick--thicker than the mud in which three distinct silhouettes trudged. The brown ooze clung to their matted pelts, falling off in distinctive splats. Not one seemed to notice the sounds they made, nor did they mind them if they did. As the trio stalked further away from the tree-lines, their true colors began to show. The largest was clearly a tom--strong, healthy and broadly built. He wasn’t just any tom however. He was Ramstar--the most ruthless and blood-thirsty Leader to ever control FearClan...or, those were the tales old throughout the other three Clans. In reality, he was nothing more than a soft-hearted kit who had been harmed in so many ways in his past that he had developed an overly rigid outer-shell. He wanted nothing short of the absolute best for his Clan--his only problem was that other Clans and their Leaders saw him as a threat. His willpower and charismatic nature had gotten him rather far in his past, and would continue to do so throughout the remainder of his life.
The two smaller toms were not-so well known...at least, not at that point in time. They were the products of nothing more than an attempt of Ramstar’s to strengthen the Clans. Marshpaw, a small statured gray tom, was a mixture of FearClan and FogClan blood. Like his father, he fell rather short on the size-chart, despite his mother being one of the largest she-cats known throughout the Clans. Who was his mother? None-other than the mighty Ashstar herself--who’s well known throughout the Clans as a wise and generous Leader. Despite his hard-headed nature, he did not seem all that interested in battling with his brother, Tigerpaw, over the position of Ramstar’s Apprentice. His family values were far too strong for him to fight for such a trivial thing--though his father’s approval was all he ever wanted.
Tigerpaw, despite his more gentle nature, did not hold such values. However, just like his brother, he wanted his father to approve of him--to prove to Ramstar that he was more than just an attempt to strengthen the Clans, but a true success at that. He strove to be FearClan’s future Leader. He strove to be the strongest Warrior FearClan had ever seen. How would he do that? He would become his father’s Apprentice and learn everything that he could--by showing the Clan that he was truly his father’s son. He would one day take Ramstar’s place, and teach his son just as he had been taught by his father. He would be the first to begin the tradition of sons becoming Leaders. He wouldn’t just make FearClan live up to its name, he would cripple the other three Clans to the grounds in which they hunted. He would get revenge upon them for every time they had laughed at his father’s might, or at HIM for being a Half-Clan kit. Marshpaw would not get in the way of his dreams--no matter what.
Less than a week ago, Ramstar had announced that the brothers would become his Apprentices--BOTH of them! The catch? By the end of their second moon as Apprentices, only ONE would be allowed to remain the Leader’s Apprentice. The other would be cast away like the Half-Clan kit they were. They’d likely be mocked by other FearClan Apprentices for not even earning their own father’s respect. They’d be abhorred by their own Clan-mates--and Ramstar knew that to be a fact. He purposely pitted the brothers against one another. Was it a sick and twisted plot of his? Was it for some sort of fun? ... no... Ramstar wanted his Clan to know that at least ONE of his son’s would make it to become a Warrior--that at least one could fend for himself and earn his father’s respect. Life was not fair, and neither was life in FearClan.
The bulky gray tom gave a gruff grunt as he halted in his tracks, glaring down upon the two.
“Marshpaw,” he addressed the brothers “Tigerpaw, your training begins now.” His voice was stern and booming--like thunder as it rolled across the blackened skies.
“I will test your strength tonight, with StarClan as my witness.” He glanced up once, then back toward the duo.
“You will climb that tree,” he began once more as he flicked his pointed ears toward the rigid trunk of the aging growth. “and once you reach the top, you will hang upside down, using all four paws to keep hold...and you will stay there until sunrise.” He took one more glance at the sky to judge the position of the moon. It was no later than moon-high. They would have many hours to complete the task.
“I will be watching--even if I seem to...disappear. If you fall, you will fail this assignment, and you will receive no sympathy from me. If you slip, you must use your strength to grip tighter to the bark. If you get tired, you must fight it... if you fail, I will not train you until you pass this test.” He stated with a devious grin.
“Begin!” He yowled with a thundering boom. When his sons had raced toward the tree, and had turned their backs on him, he sunk deep into the mud and disappeared from their lines of vision--just as he had warned. There, he would stay until one fell or both passed.Ramstar & Artwork (c) TwinSpirits
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(OH MY GOD This is sooo good! ;w; The shading and expressions and everything! Ahhhwdoifheof)
Marshpaw rushed towards the tree, climbing it. He wanted to prove to his father that he could become a strong and loyal warrior. But... He glanced towards Tigerpaw who was climbing the tree next to him. He didn't want to fight his siblings for Ramstars position. He didn't want to try and be better then anyone! He just wanted to show he could be a warrior! Marshpaw slipped on a high branch, almost falling off. This was hopeless! He could barely make it to the top, let alone stay hanging from a branch all night. He stumbled, getting his grip on the branch and making it to the top one. He stood bewildered about how high up he was. He knew Ramstar was watching. Marshpaw sighed standing at the top branch. That meant that Ramstar had seen him slip up before. He slowly made his way across the branch. He realized that Tigerpaw was not near him. Had Tigerpaw fell? Was his brother okay? He turned his head to look for his brother while taking another step across the branch. He slipped. Immediately his two front paws, unsheathed their claws and he hung onto the branch. He was dangling from it. He tried to use his strength to pull himself up but fear had taken over his body. He was panicking.
Marshpaw rushed towards the tree, climbing it. He wanted to prove to his father that he could become a strong and loyal warrior. But... He glanced towards Tigerpaw who was climbing the tree next to him. He didn't want to fight his siblings for Ramstars position. He didn't want to try and be better then anyone! He just wanted to show he could be a warrior! Marshpaw slipped on a high branch, almost falling off. This was hopeless! He could barely make it to the top, let alone stay hanging from a branch all night. He stumbled, getting his grip on the branch and making it to the top one. He stood bewildered about how high up he was. He knew Ramstar was watching. Marshpaw sighed standing at the top branch. That meant that Ramstar had seen him slip up before. He slowly made his way across the branch. He realized that Tigerpaw was not near him. Had Tigerpaw fell? Was his brother okay? He turned his head to look for his brother while taking another step across the branch. He slipped. Immediately his two front paws, unsheathed their claws and he hung onto the branch. He was dangling from it. He tried to use his strength to pull himself up but fear had taken over his body. He was panicking.