Cold as Ice

[yami-chan]

Breezeecho

His movement described the meaning of grace,
a gaunt bone racked frame stepping from the
embrace of dark shadows, his amber oculars
cold and emotionless, the facial disk is that of a
blank chalk board. Though the sun was a burning
ball of raging fire, black vivid slates of shadow
still stretched from trees and rocks, even the
smallest of leaves.

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This was a memorable place, the training hollow’s
tree faces still baring the deep indentations of claw
scores, commanding echoes faintly whispered by
the blowing winds. Oh how the place had been
sorely missed, though no real feelings of sorrow
twisted within his gut, only the far away past
memories; Silverice had been his mentor then, when
he had carried the last name “paw.”[/color]

She had been a cat like no other, sharing the same
emotionless persona, holding deep knowledge and
great power. The white femme was now dead,
crushed by rocks was it? A laps of fate perhaps?
Breezeecho produced a single grunt, which really had
no meaning whatsoever; the oak towering inches
from his nose had been a target practice, the idea was
to knife forward with talons sharp, increasing in
speed so that the enemy had no time to strike, and it
helped to improve balance.[/color]

Paw caressed the ridged surface, savouring the words
of importance that his teacher had sown into his soul;
”Do not let your powers become a crutch. You must
be both strong in body and mind before powers can
truly be used properly. Or something like that.
Even if the memorised words were not exact, they still
meant the same thing, there for having the same effect.[/color]

The smoky black pelted brute lingered away from the
apprentice hood oak, storing the distant past some where
safe, focusing on the here and now. Icepaw, a cat much
like him and the past Nightclan leader was to be his
student, though maybe she wasn’t quite as emotionless.
Never the less she would be trained fairly, and possibly
become one of the most skilled warriors in the clan.
In the end, they were all cold as Ice.[/color][/blockquote]

[Dragon]

Ice.forms.with.a.touch.of.my.Paw

Pawsteps echoed silently through the air. It was the day after her apprentice ceremony and already she was eager to start her training. She would have started yesterday if her mentor hadnt insisted on a day of rest for her vigil. Her mentor. Breezeecho. A withdrawn cat that the femme had not really gotten to know despite him being her uncle or whatever. It didnt matter she knew he was one of the greatest warriors in this lifetime and was grateful to have him as her mentor. She approached the training hollow and paused to take in the scene. This would be her new home from now on. Orbs scanned the area and she let her emotions hide deep within her when she spotted her mentor. She strove to be like him in his emotionless state and succeeded fairly well only letting, excitement and fire burn in her orbs. She trotted into the clearing from behind him, her pawsteps light and her breathing shallow. Once she reached him she tapped him on the back with her tail and spoke quietly. "Im ready"[/color]

[yami-chan]

Breezeecho

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The parting winds blew through the smoky black
fur, each individual tiny hair rising to meet the
cool comfort, dancing with utter glee. Oh what a
strange sight it was to behold, the shadows taking
apart the brute piece by piece, covering the lines
and niches with pitch blackness. For to long he
had been without power, craving the darkness as
if it were a drug, wanting to reassure himself that
it was still there.[/color]

“Oh are you now? The first lesson I shall teach
you is how to be aware of your surroundings
little one.”[/color][/b]

His unchanging monotone voice slowly dissipated
with the shaded wind, the felines body nothing
more than a mere shadow, the curls bending and
stretching as if it were alive. Behind his student is
where he repapered, a sheathed paw coming down
for a striking blow, though not enough to kill,
perhaps just paralyze for the shortest of times.[/color][/blockquote]