[[seize. the day. ;

[sorrelpaw]

Seize the day or
die regretting the
time you lost its
empty and cold with
out you here

Twilight brushed the grassy moors of WindClan territory, sending sparks of light dashing up each bright blade of grass. The sun was a deep amber, like a brilliant pool of flame against the rouge sky. The scarlet waves spreading from the sun stained the clouds red and rose. The sun was sinking below a band of stereotypically coloured cloud. But yet the majesty of twilight hesitated. The only time the beauty of the earth truly showed its face.
Four whitev paws skirted a the trunk of a spindly elm tree skillfully, increasing their steady pace to a skip and a graceful prance to avoid a collision. The paws belonged to a slender cat, female, and about eleven moons of age. Her face was prettily crafted, showing her youth and natural beauty, but her deep green eyes sparked with boldness; she was not one to be messed with. Excluding her snowy white underside and paws, the young she-cat's fur was a rich rainbow of colours; deep ambers, dark chocolates and sleek tans and gingers. Her coat rippled with her sturdy musxles as she trotted onwards, revealing her otherwise hidden strength.
Sorrelpaw was her name. Apprentice of WindClan, and well known mongst the clan warriors for her fierce, defiant personality. She had opted o hunt alone today, her nose thrust proudly in he air. Twilight was her favourite time. Yet a certainty prickled her paws - she had venured out too late. Soon the bright flashes and ribbons of scarlet would die and she would be swallowed im blackness. But she had to return with some prey. She would not be humilated after kicking up such a fuss to be allowed out. She scented the grass as she went, painfully aware of the light fading. The clouds shifted and the sun was smothered. Night fell. Sorrelpaw shivered.
Sh ran blindly, not knowing where to go. Her cheek rubbed against bark, grazing it nd allowing a droplet of scarlet to trace her neck. Then, suddenly, the ground disappeared from beneath her paws. The Drop. She knew instantly she had to act now, or she would die. Flinging out her front paws he clung to the edge of the hill, yowling shamelessly for assistence.

too many people to
ache over trails in
life, questions of us
existing here, don't wanna die
alone without you here

.ooc; Reserved.

[keestaa..]

Yes, it was the poppy seeds that needed to be picked today. Each tiny individual seed had to be put into a leaf pouch to be carried home to Flightfoot, who was busy with the patients in the den. He had sent out his only well-trusted apprentice, Crescentpaw, to do the job of collecting poppy seeds. If only the Medicine Cat had told his apprentice earlier about the job. Going out at twilight to pick tiny black seeds wasn't an easy task to complete but the young apprentice, who was about eight to nine moons or age, wanted to please his mentor. So the silver coated tabby trotted along the moor land. He would head closer to the Drop where the plants grew. The Drop was covered with more vegetation than anywhere in the whole entire moor, except around the ThunderClan boarder. Crescentpaw carried nothing with him. He would make the leaf pouch when he got there. Since he carried nothing, he was open for a bit of hunting if he stumbled on prey. That didn't happen and he didn't care. There were plenty of cats that would catch the prey for WindClan. Medicine Cat Apprentices needed to stick to their job.

He trotted along, watching the sun set before his eyes. It was mixes of ambers and reds. Near the end more of pinks a darker night colors. The last rays of sunlight hit his silver pelt, making it glow with different colors. His sea green eyes were a blaze as he watched the sun finally set behind the horizon, leaving darkness settle across the moor land. Suddenly, he felt lonely. But it was then he knew that the drop had been found. He must have been trotting slow for Flightfoot had said he would be back by now. Sighing, the tom began to search for poppy seeds on one plant. He started to pick the tiny seeds with concentration. It was silent and Crescentpaw was so absorbed in his work that when he head the cry of a she-cat, he almost flipped out in fright.

A sound of a she-cat in distress was never a good thing. What if it was badger or fox? Brightflame and Brokensong had been attacked by a fox and maybe there could have been more! Crescentpaw's sea green orbs filled with worry as he tried to follow the yowls. He was the only cat out here. He would have to save the cat that was out here. Who ever she was. As he followed the sound a scent flooded over him and in a instant he knew who the yowling she-cat was. "Sorrelpaw!" he exclaimed as he began to break into a run toward the drop. The moon would have to guide him. It wasn't full but it was bright. He slowed to a walk as he approached the drop. He looked around, his green orbs glowing with worry. And it was then the silver tabby saw her. She was dangling over the edge only a few fox lengths to the left of him. He bounded over to stand directly in front of her. "How long can you hang on?" he asked anxiously. If she could hang- What was he thinking? She was dangling over the edge of a cliff and could fall to her death any moment. He shook his head and gave a quick prayer to StarClan before he leaned far far over the cliff so he could reach her scruff. She was probably the same size as him if not bigger but he was strong from working on fighting moves with Flightfoot. He grabbed a tight grip on her scruff and with one hard pull he managed to bring her up to flat ground. He put her down and sat himself down, breathing hard from pulling her up. He barely managed to gasp, "Are you okay?"

[sorrelpaw]

As her cries echoed desperately through the blabk darkness, a new scent washed over. The tortoiseshell recognized the scent and her fur bristled. Her life hung in the paws of the medicine cat apprentice. Sorrelpaw clung to the edge of the hill, fear dancin in her emerald eyes. She felt her pearly white paws slip. No! She heard Crescentpaw talking, and scrabbled at the grass with her claws. She was clinging to mere plants and loose shards of rock now. Any minute she would tumble down and she'd be gone. Gone forever. Teeth met in her scruff and she felt herself being lifted from danger. Realising Crescentpaw was dragging her away from the abyss, Sorrelpaw dug in her paws. Gaining a pawhold on more solid stone she pushed upward, helping the silver tabby tomcat to pull her away from the drop. Sorrelpaw stumbled as she landed on the grass, her paws not used to the solid earth beneath her paws. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her tortoiseshell ur bristled with terror. She had nearly died then. It was only because of Crescentpaw she had survived. Sorrelpaw leapt to her paws, though her claws felt frayed and fragile, and pressed herself against the tom. "Thankyou, thankyou!" she gasped out. The usaully bold and spunky she-cat inside had ducked to make way for a rush of gratitude that drenched her like a tidalwave.

[keestaa..]

Once Crescentpaw's small paws hit the ground, he almost fell from dizziness. He also wasn't quite sure what to think. He couldn't think straight since he mind was tangled up in thoughts, thoughts that couldn't even be able to be explained. He shook his head, trying to release the dizziness and the urge to sit down. He would not look weak in front of the cat he just saved. Suddenly, he felt a cat press up against him. The feeling of warmth and pride ran through him as she thanked him. His sea green eyes gleamed as he thought what his Clan would think of him if they found out what he had done. He would be popular among the apprentices again and even some of the warriors. The best part about saving Sorrelpaw, was that he had always had a little crush on her. She was so pretty with her dark mottled pelt but then her bright colored eyes stunned him in every way.

Crescentpaw flicked his gray ears back so that they rested on his skull and he kneaded the ground with his one paw. Fire burned in him. He almost felt embarrassed with the she-cat so close to death and now so close to him. "It was nothing..." he mewed, even though it took every muscle in his body to pull her up. He wanted to look strong in front of his little crush. Though he really wasn't that strong. Flightfoot's training sessions were all the was there to make him strong and he only learned some basic moves. Sighing, the young tabby shook his head and pushed the thought out of his mind. He looked back at Sorrelpaw. "Are you well enough to get back to camp?"

It was in that instant that he remembered he was a medicine cat apprentice. He couldn't have a crush on her. It was against the code and if she was injured he knew most herbs that could help her. It was a very long way back to camp and Crescentpaw could barely see anything out of his one good eye. He looked back at Sorrelpaw. "I think we should stay out here until dawn, until I can actually see something..." his voice trailed off into the distant as a gust of wind blew by, ruffling his coat. he wanted to huddle close to Sorrelpaw but he remembered he had to be strong in a situation like this one.

[sorrelpaw]

Her blue eyes were still wide and bright with fear and shock. he could barely make out the slender grey tabby body of her rescuer through the clinging mist of darkness. The dark tortoiseshell she-cat licked Crescentpaw's cheek once more in thanks, then drew back slightly. She fluffed out her fur. "Yeah, it'd be better than going all the way back to camp," she commented, licking one paw and dragging it over her cheek. Her nerves were still jangling, but she wanted to look calm in front of Crescentpaw. How could he be so calm himself? Then she remembered he was the medicine cat apprentice.

Oh.

Sorrelpaw looked away. She'd always liked Crescentpaw, how he looked and his calm, gentle attitude, so different to her bold, sharp nature. How handsome he looked with the moonshine on his fur, despite the fact that he had only one good eye. Yet the night blotted out this feature in a smudge of shadow, which made it even better. Sorrelpaw licked her long, feathery tail. "I think you'df better lead the way," she mewed. "You won't go falling into holes or over precepices." The tortoiseshell she-cat kneaded the ground with a front paw.

[keestaa..]

ooc; How about Sorrelpaw knows Crescentpaw is blind but he doesn't know she knows because it's kind of a secret.

| Crescentpaw |

Sea green eyes stared ahead of him into the night as he thought of what to do. He couldn't lead this cat to her death in the pitch black night. He could barely see in front of him with his one good eye. He didn't want to stay out here at night with only one cat. It would be cold and dangerous. What if a creature came in the middle of the night and tried to take them away or even worse, kill them. And he couldn't protect Sorrelpaw from that. He wasn't that strong. Worry filled his glowing orbs and he turned to face Sorrelpaw. He stared into her blue orbs.

"I can't go back to camp when it's this dark." He paused and sighed softly, looking down at the ground. He couldn't tell her his most prized secret but he really had to get it out to someone. "Sorrelpaw," he began ever so slowly,"I'm blind in one eye and I can't see very well. I don't want to hurt you by leading you back to camp. If you did fall, I wouldn't be able to see you fall but not saying you are clumsy or anything but no one knows I'm blind in one eye so please don't tell anyone," he meowed and took a deep breath at the end. It was then that he realized he had been rambling. Embarrassment flooded over him and he felt warm inside.

OK, yes he did have a huge crush on Sorrelpaw. She was so beautiful with her tortoiseshell pelt and bright blue eyes that were shining in the moonlight. Rules couldn't stop love, well not Crescentpaw's love. But it wasn't just her appearance. He loved her bold sharp attitude. She was perfect for him. They were almost opposites but he could bring him out and he could calm her down. Just perfect.

[sorrelpaw]

Her tortoiseshell patterned coat glowed lightly in the gloom, the white bright like snow, the amber like autumn leaves fallen on her pelt. She blinked at Crescentpaw as he spoke, her eyes wide and blue as always. Her feathery plume of tail twisted to brush Crescentpaw's lips as he stopped speaking. His high pitched, hasty tones had began to sent shivers od fear down Sorrelpaw's spine. She hated other cat's fear. It just made her more frightened inside. "Don't worry," she mewed, her voice unsdaully gentle, her eyes soft as clouds. "I already knew. I've never told a soul." The bold tortoiseshell pressed her nose to Crescentpaw's muzzle, breathing in his scent. It made her feel better. His warmth against her reminded her of being in the nursery as a kit. She couldn't help how she felt. She liked Crescentpaw immensely. She just felt so... Right beside him. Like the last piece in an unfinished puzzle inside her had just been fitted. It felt so right...

But it was wrong. Sorrelpaw smiled, her usaul bright, confident smile. It was wrong, but she didn't care. She'd spent half of her young life breaking rules, anyway. Sorrelpaw drew back, embarrased. She longed to huddle beside Crescentpaw, pressing up close to him. But she forced herself not to. It was just a silly crush... Doubts crept in. She shivered in cold. Why was she thinking about her stupid, nimportant feelings when she and Crescentpaw were standing, out in the open, in the middle of the night? "Where should we go?" she asked.

[keestaa..]

That secret had never been spilled to any cat except for his mother, who knew it so well that her own kit. But there was one other cat that he knew so well. His old mentor, in which he cared for so much but his sudden death lead to where he was now. Medicine Cat apprentice. He was glad that he was going to be a Medicine Cat because he could barely see his on coming warriors that were on a mission to hurt him. Crescentpaw was scared that he couldn't be a warrior with anyone else training him then his old mentor. So Flightfoot, his adopted father took care of him after his mother was taken away and when his mentor died. He was always there for the young tom. So Crescentpaw repayed him with training and taking on the Medicine Cat position when he was gone. Now she knew and Crescentpaw was perfectly fine with it. He trusted her.

Back to Sorrelpaw. Feeling her nose against his muzzle made him feel so relaxed and comfortable. He felt warm as he took in her sweet scent. He closed his eyes and a small smile curled his muzzle. But that feeling didn't last long. She pulled away and the sea green eyes of the tom shot open. She looked embarrassed but his heart longed to be with her. He longed to let her stay with him forever. Crescentpaw's eyes dropped to his paws.

Hearing her voice again made his head shoot up again to look at her shining blue eyes. "I think we should move a bit inland where the grass is a bit more soft and comfortable," he meowed calmly, looking toward inland. He looked back at Sorrelpaw, flicking his tail toward the taller grasses.