The First Step [open]

[Eye of the Soaring Owl]

How long can I wait to justify another cold embrace?

Her eyes had finally locked on target, ears flicking and tail still. How had it come to be in her den, she was so sure to constantly clean everything and keep these pesky creatures out. Its thin tail seemed to wrap around everything it touched as it scratched at her poppy seed collection, enjoying itself.. In her stuff. No that was quite enough this was hers! With a hiss the Shaman pounced, claws stretched out as she landed on the creature destroying her home. It had finally died with a satisfying squeak and the molly knew she had won the war. This mouse would make a nice meal for a member of the tribe. 
With a purr she continued on her way, knowing she was the champion of her stores and no mouse could defeat her. Eye of the Soaring Owl was never actually taught how to hunt or fight or do any of those things that she may need to know should she get lost, however she was slowly starting to figure it out when a stray mouse scampered its way into her den. Whenever the even occurred the quickly disgusted calico would simply stare for some time before realizing it was in fact an edible creature and she should likely kill it. When she did though she would never keep it for herself no matter what was to happen, she'd always grab it with her little jaw and take it out for someone else to eat it, she always did believe others should be fed before herself.
Setting the mouse down after being lost in thought of how they seem to keep getting in she sat down for a bit of grooming. Her fur was slightly matted with dust and probably needed to be kept up. She didn't want a visit from her ancestors if she looked like a feral creature, that'd be blasphemy!

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See the pun, haha The first step, since its the first post. Oh I'm funny.

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[Partridgestorm]

The dove grey molly slowly limped up the path that lead to the entrance to the cave. Her right paw was lifted up to her chest, drops of blood fell and splashed onto the broken rocks beneath her. Silently she was cursing herself for being so careless. She had been guarding a group of hunters earlier and, in an attempt to fight off a hawk that had swooped down upon them, she landed among the sharp, broken shale and impaled her paw with a piece that was about the size of her paw pad. Luckily enough for her it wasn't fully embedded into her delicate, dark brown pad.

Passing underneath the dark arch that marked the start of the cave she carefully made her way towards the den of the Tribe's Shaman. With a low hiss of pain she hobbled into Eye of the Soaring Owl's den, her eyes downcast and a rather embarrassed look painted upon her maw. " Excuse me..I uh... I have a little bit of a problem if you're not too busy." Sitting down in the farthest corner possible she held up her injured paw, cringing slightly against the pain. Patridgestorm lifted her eyes to the pretty, diluted calico in front of her, trying not to be held by the vibrant eyes. She felt as if the Shaman could see directly into her soul and view all her mistakes made and the disappointment that was her life. She had been with the Tribe for half a moon and she was ready to gain her new Tribe name, but she was also scared. She didn't know about the god's or the after worlds and was afraid that she wouldn't like what was found there for her.

Clearing her throat she looked away and lifted up her nose, trying to appear as if she didn't care, not wanting to seem like she craved attention and friendship despite how much she did. Holding her paw up a little higher she shook it around, causing more blood to escape from her body and flow to the rock ground of the cool cave.

[Eye of the Soaring Owl]

How long can I wait to justify another cold embrace?

Eye of the Soaring Owl had been picking gently at a few herbs, setting them in a little break above her den where the light shown through, just making sure they were crisp and dry. It was then that she heard the seeming hobble of another cat into her den, of course there was absolutely no doubt that this cat was hurt because of how they were walking. It was about time they sent her something to do! She didnt praise them for hurting another cat like this but she needed some work as well.
Turning around with a flick of her ears the Shamans eye fell upon Partridgestorm, a she-cat that she had yet to get to know and wasnt all too surprised was in her den. This thin breed of cat had only just joined their tribe and earned her place as a guard to the hunters, there was no doubt in her mind that their mountain was still a learning curve for her, yet the Shaman was curious as to how it happened and with that she padded over and settled just in front of her.
Taking the molly's paw in her own she looked closely at the wound, tapping around the stone that had lodged its way into her pad. With a soft humming she got back up and padded into her stores, grabbing a few items off the 'shelves' some of which were, cobweb, poppyseed, and marigold.
Settling back down she went directly in her work, starting by pulling the shard gently from her paw and setting it down, grabbing a clump of cobweb to catch the blood. "Partridgestorm, born in Ratclan and sent to us. I can see why however the question is how did one get so lucky to be born unlike what they want?" She asked, never looking away from her work. The yellow plant now sitting on her paw as a mush of gross. 

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[Partridgestorm]

As the Shaman began to slowly remove the shard of rock from her paw. She winced against the pain, letting a soft hiss force its way through her teeth. She watched the pretty calico in front of her intensely, bracing herself each time anything came in contact with her delicate skin. As the other cat spoke, Partridgestorm lifted her eyes to look at her. " I don't know. All I know is that I would rather be here than RatClan any day. I spent moons their wishing I could get out, and look where I've come. Thanks to my parents I have been graced with a lithe body that just doesn't suit the life of a soldier I suppose." She dwindled off slowly, her voice losing itself in the whispering of the wind that flowed into the caves. She knew next to nothing about the Shaman of the tribe, or anyone in it for that matter, but she felt like this she cat before her had some sort of connection to RatClan, though potentially a small one. 

Moving her face back a bit she tried to get a good look at the light calico. " What of you? What is your background, were you born into this Tribe?" She felt uncharacteristically chatty, wanting to open up to the Shaman, to create a friend out of this chance encounter. She saw the wisdom behind the golden eyes that stared across at her and wanted to gain some sort of understanding of what is out there. What is it that allows everything to be the way it is. Were the stars so content with letting their kin down here fight not only each other but also the ceaseless battering of the seasons?

She felt these were questions for another time. Maybe when her name was changed from Partridgestorm to the new one granted to her by the tribe. Maybe when undergoing the trial she would find the answers that she so desperately sought out. But more than anything she wanted to find a way to undermine the cruelty that happened daily in the camps of RatClan.

[Eye of the Soaring Owl]

How long can I wait to justify another cold embrace?

The Shamans focus never seemed to waver away from what she was doing with the young cats paw, her eyes locked dead on the wound as she sat, much like a human would, her front paws weaving the cobweb together into a bandage. A soft laugh broke the dilute calico's silence, a small twitch of her ears and she was back looking dead in the she-cats eyes. 
"Any sane cat would prefer the welcoming home of this Tribe than the terror of that Clan." She said, slight venom ticking her words. She was generally a sweet and loving cat, however during many topics she was known to get a bit.. well a bit sassy. With that she turned her focus back on the paw, being sure to keep the cobweb tight, thinking about the next question that was asked of her.
" What of you? What is your background, were you born into this Tribe?" The words echoed in her head for a few moments before a soft sigh fell from her odd jaws. "I do not remember much of my life before the tribe, however I have been told of it and how I came to be. I too was born in Ratclan, however my father didn't want me as I was too interested in the medicinal side of life. See I had brothers and they were what he wanted, not a daughter he deemed worthless. He begged and begged at a meeting between the tribe and clan for them to take me away, it was easier for him that way i suppose. The Tribe accepted because my mentor, the Shaman before me, was deathly ill and they needed a cat to take over. Thats how I came to be this tribes Shaman, or so they tell me." 
She had kept a very stern voice throughout the whole story, not showing even the smallest hit of emotion towards any mention of family or clan. It was as if she was heartless towards the subject.

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[Partridgestorm]

For a while Partridgestorm sat staring at the work that the Shaman was doing on her paw, simply listening to her words and allowing them to soak in. Her ears flicked every so often to show she was listening before slowly nodding at the end of the other she-cat's words. The grey guard couldn't help but notice how stern the words of Eye of the Soaring Owl were. She held no emotion in her voice, as if her past fazed her little. It was none of Partridgestorm's business though, so she didn't feel the need to ask further.
" Quite a story.." She mumbled, eyes still focused on the paws of the dilute calico that worked with ease and speed. She'd run out of words to say, even felt like saying any more would be stretching the limitations of her social abilities and settled herself into a focused silence. The pain in her paw had diminished slightly with the removal of the stone and the tight cobweb binding, but there was still a dull throb in it and she knew she would have to take it easy for the next couple days to avoid ripping open her delicate pad.


Once her paw was fully wrapped she set it on the ground softly, testing the levels of pain she felt. It wasn't pleasant, but also wasn't unbearable. Clearing her throat quickly she dipped her head respectfully to the Shaman. " Well uh, thank you for helping to fix me up. Is there anything I should worry about or...?" She trailed off stupidly, finding her mind had given up on her and she was unable to finish her sentence in any sort of coherent way. She cursed her inability to make friends silently, a grumpy look overtaking her features. This was always the hardest part for her, opening up and learning how to begin making sense of what others find amusing or acceptable. 


Just before she completely deflated on herself she realized there was an important trial she was supposed to soon undertake. " Do you know what I will have to face to get my name? Is there something I should do to prepare? And when is it? I mean, I'm not worried I'm sure I can handle it....I just want to know." Nerves made her voice more high pitched as she spoke rapidly, sometimes tripping over herself. She was embarrassed but forced herself to keep a calm face despite the rage she felt building towards herself.

[Eye of the Soaring Owl]

How long can I wait to justify another cold embrace?

With a content and happy smile Eye of the Soaring Owl sat back and looked at her work, usually the mountain either killed the cat that wounded themselves on it or they managed to get out with barely a scratch. Point is she didn't often have much to do in her day, it was always just sort herbs, clean the den, fix the nest. Her den was a clean and tidy as could be because of all her spare time. There were no kits at the moment she needed to handle, no little ones coming of age for her to put through trial.
Almost ironically as she was thinking that Partridgestorm's question echoed through the calico's head. What would she have to look forward to and when? Well it couldn't be any time soon, that paw had to heal and what in the world would she put that cat through. There were only a few things she could do, she already practically had her place, however she had to do exactly what all the others had to.
"While I know you've already settled yourself with the guards you're going to need to go through all the trials. Its not much, not too bad, yet if you aren't good on your paws some factors could be a bit dangerous. You're going to have to hunt, your going to have to prove yourself in combat, being you are settled with the guards you will need to prove yourself on this. This is how I decide where you will be place within the tribe." She said, bright amber eyes staring dead on the molly's own eyes, though they started to travel, looking over the cats build almost as if she were already assessing her. 
"Your name however, will be given by the ancestors." She said this with a gleam in her eyes, pride for her ancestors, though they weren't even her own. "As for that paw, just come back if you get the wrap too dirty, be careful with it and stay in camp for a day or two."

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[Partridgestorm]

Partridgestorm nodded in understanding at the shaman. " I will be sure to take it easy, though I can't promise staying in camp; I will just go so crazy...I'm not really close with anyone and so I find comfort in being on the mountain and feeling the wind tug at my fur." The dove colored she cat flicked her ears in slight embarrassment before standing up carefully. She felt a twinge in her paw as she tried to put pressure on it, but refused to show it in her face. " Well, thank you.." With that she began to slowly limp out of the den, her injured paw raised up almost to her chest in an attempt to keep the wound from bleeding even more.