SkyClan Clearing

[Fawn]

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[paxil]

milkweed couldn't say she was all that thrilled to be awake another day. she enjoyed mornings, sure. but she couldn't say she enjoyed the thrill of them. some cats would think of a new morning as a fresh start, or a new opportunity. but milkweed knew better than that. there were no opportunities for her. she was too old to do anything with her life, but too young to get to look back and be contempt. she was disappointed in her life, that was a fact. but she couldn't help but hope that one day, she'd mean something to the clan.

stepping out from the warrior's den and examining the oh-so familiar surroundings, she gave a quick, quiet sigh and approached the fresh-kill pile. it was shrinking, as it always did when leaf-fall came around. no surprises, nothing new. she was so tempted to push herself, to say something out-of-the-blue, to start up conversation with another cat, but today would not be the day she stepped out of her comfort zone. she wanted to eat cake, but she had none to begin with.

waiting for someone to come over to her and offer to bring her on a patrol, as happened every day, she took a few steps back and sat down, the sounds of early-morning chatter filling her ears.name - milkweed
gender - she-cat
age - forty-one moons (born april 20th, 2013)
allegiance - skyclan
rank - warrior
previous ranks - kit, apprentice

appearance - click (https://feralfront.com/Themes/default/images/graphic.php?picture_height=280&picture_width=200&folder_name=adults&layer1=light-forest&layer2=lilac-solid&layer3=van-pattern4&layer4=hazel-eyes&layer5=default&layer6=default&layer7=undefined) - milkweed is a lilac solid she-cat with white van markings. she has a white tailtip, along with various lilac spots around her face and legs. she is somewhat short, and has diluted hazel eyes.
full bio - here (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?p=207#post207)

quote my post when interacting with milkweed!

[Ivy]

Larkpool twitched her ears as the small she cat slid out of the Warrior's Den to look for her sister. "Where is she?" She muttered to herself, a little frusterated that Paledusk would go off without telling her. As she looked around, she spotted a crow on the fresh kill pile which immediently registered somethinf in her brain. She growled softly. "Crowflight.." She muttered, thinking her sister was probably stilltrailing after the tom.

[Gone]

Larkpool twitched her ears as the small she cat slid out of the Warrior's Den to look for her sister. "Where is she?" She muttered to herself, a little frusterated that Paledusk would go off without telling her. As she looked around, she spotted a crow on the fresh kill pile which immediently registered somethinf in her brain. She growled softly. "Crowflight.." She muttered, thinking her sister was probably stilltrailing after the tom.

Paledusk was sitting in the clearing, bathing in the sun, her eyes closed shut, she had a small smile on her maw, so whatever she was thinking of, or whoever she was thinking abour was making her pretty happy, her pale gray fur was freshly groomed. The she-cat's ears perked slightly as she heard someone walk out of the Warrior's den, and the only cat she knew that slept that much was her sister, she opened one of her green eyes and gazed at Larkpool, giving her a shy smile.

[Ivy]

Paledusk was sitting in the clearing, bathing in the sun, her eyes closed shut, she had a small smile on her maw, so whatever she was thinking of, or whoever she was thinking abour was making her pretty happy, her pale gray fur was freshly groomed. The she-cat's ears perked slightly as she heard someone walk out of the Warrior's den, and the only cat she knew that slept that much was her sister, she opened one of her green eyes and gazed at Larkpool, giving her a shy smile.
Crowflight was just walking in with a small thrush. Bony with not much meat on it, but it might make a meal. Almost shamefully, but not quite, he set it in the middle of the prey pile. He then walked past Paledusk without any acknowledgement and sat down alone to groom himself. Meanwhole, Larkpool huffed and stormed over to her sister. "Honestly, I cant keep up with you anymore!" But she said this in an affectionate way as she licked her sister behind the ears affectionately.

[Gone]

Crowflight was just walking in with a small thrush. Bony with not much meat on it, but it might make a meal. Almost shamefully, but not quite, he set it in the middle of the prey pile. He then walked past Paledusk without any acknowledgement and sat down alone to groom himself. Meanwhole, Larkpool huffed and stormed over to her sister. "Honestly, I cant keep up with you anymore!" But she said this in an affectionate way as she licked her sister behind the ears affectionately.

Paledusk turned her gaze towards Crowflight as he walked passed her, ears twitching slightly, she shrunk back a bit until her sister stormed over to her. "H-Heh, you need to sleep a bit less, it's sunhigh right now, and you were still sleeping." The pale gray she-cat giggled, her giggle was pretty high pitched, she then looked up at her sister and leaned over to her. "C-Can you go a bit lower..? I have a spot of matted fur that I can't reach behind my neck." She admitted, laughing awkwardly.

[Ivy]

Paledusk turned her gaze towards Crowflight as he walked passed her, ears twitching slightly, she shrunk back a bit until her sister stormed over to her. "H-Heh, you need to sleep a bit less, it's sunhigh right now, and you were still sleeping." The pale gray she-cat giggled, her giggle was pretty high pitched, she then looked up at her sister and leaned over to her. "C-Can you go a bit lower..? I have a spot of matted fur that I can't reach behind my neck." She admitted, laughing awkwardly.
Larkpool nodded nd rasped her tongue over her sister's tangled fur. "I heard Crowflight has become quite solemn for a while now. What do you think he's up to?" The molly asked her littermate as she looked over at the black tom who was currently grooming himself carefully. "It's rather suspecious since before he was like this he was a big loudmouth and arrogant." Larkpool muttered.

[Gone]

Larkpool nodded nd rasped her tongue over her sister's tangled fur. "I heard Crowflight has become quite solemn for a while now. What do you think he's up to?" The molly asked her littermate as she looked over at the black tom who was currently grooming himself carefully. "It's rather suspecious since before he was like this he was a big loudmouth and arrogant." Larkpool muttered.

Paledusk purred as she felt her sister groom her fur, she looked up at her, eyes sparkling, then she remembered something at what Larkpool had just told her, she looked up at her and blushed slightly. "I-I've actually been pretty kind to him these days, and whenever he tried to do something, I just gave him something and complimented him, m-maybe he understood that he doesn't need to be arrogant..." The she-cat mewed, giving her sister a shy smile. "M-Maybe I've changed him!" She exclaimed happily and quickly shrunk back.

[Ivy]

Paledusk purred as she felt her sister groom her fur, she looked up at her, eyes sparkling, then she remembered something at what Larkpool had just told her, she looked up at her and blushed slightly. "I-I've actually been pretty kind to him these days, and whenever he tried to do something, I just gave him something and complimented him, m-maybe he understood that he doesn't need to be arrogant..." The she-cat mewed, giving her sister a shy smile. "M-Maybe I've changed him!" She exclaimed happily and quickly shrunk back.

Larkpool raised a brow at this. "No. he wants something and Im gonna find out what.." She growled half to herself, half to Paledusk. Standing up, Larkpool marched across the clearing towards the tom, her eyes narrowed as Crwoflight stood up to confront her, his expression had a similar look to Larkpool's.

[Gone]

Larkpool raised a brow at this. "No. he wants something and Im gonna find out what.." She growled half to herself, half to Paledusk. Standing up, Larkpool marched across the clearing towards the tom, her eyes narrowed as Crwoflight stood up to confront her, his expression had a similar look to Larkpool's.

Paledusk quickly got in-between the two cats, protectively standing in front of Crowflight, her gaze meeting her sister's "Leave him out of this, you can't judge him just like that... I never did this to anyone you like, so just return me that... Please, sis'..." The she-cat begged, not afraid to confront her sister at all. "I-I don't want any of you to get in an argument... There's no need for this and you know it Larky..." She mewed firmly than ever before.

[Ivy]

Paledusk quickly got in-between the two cats, protectively standing in front of Crowflight, her gaze meeting her sister's "Leave him out of this, you can't judge him just like that... I never did this to anyone you like, so just return me that... Please, sis'..." The she-cat begged, not afraid to confront her sister at all. "I-I don't want any of you to get in an argument... There's no need for this and you know it Larky..." She mewed firmly than ever before.

Crowflight nosed Paledusk out of the way and snarled at Larkpool before walking away. "Nice speech, Paledusk, but try it on someone who would care." He laughed as he padded away. Larkpool huffed. "I dont know what you see in him to be honest!" She said irritated. "Paledusk, find a dofferent hobby rather than just stalking him." She ordered firmly.

[Gone]

Crowflight nosed Paledusk out of the way and snarled at Larkpool before walking away. "Nice speech, Paledusk, but try it on someone who would care." He laughed as he padded away. Larkpool huffed. "I dont know what you see in him to be honest!" She said irritated. "Paledusk, find a dofferent hobby rather than just stalking him." She ordered firmly.

Paledusk felt enraged at what the tom had said and quickly whirled around. "Maybe if you were raised the right way, people would care more about you, you insolent tom, from what I saw, the last person who cared about you was me, no one else does! That's exactly why your parents left the clan!" She growled, she didn't regret one single word she had just said, her eyes filled with rage. "Maybe if you were less arrogent and imbecile, you could have people by your side, because believe me, living alone isn't something you want." She added firmly.

[Ivy]

Paledusk felt enraged at what the tom had said and quickly whirled around. "Maybe if you were raised the right way, people would care more about you, you insolent tom, from what I saw, the last person who cared about you was me, no one else does! That's exactly why your parents left the clan!" She growled, she didn't regret one single word she had just said, her eyes filled with rage. "Maybe if you were less arrogent and imbecile, you could have people by your side, because believe me, living alone isn't something you want." She added firmly.

Crowflight's left eye twitched and he turned around. "Look she cat. I dont care if you like me or not. Im not looking for love and Im glad my parents left! So be quiet and shut up!" His hackles were raised and his balck fur was bristling in fury at Paledusk.

[Gone]

Crowflight's left eye twitched and he turned around. "Look she cat. I dont care if you like me or not. Im not looking for love and Im glad my parents left! So be quiet and shut up!" His hackles were raised and his balck fur was bristling in fury at Paledusk.

Paledusk growled at him. "You are looking for love, I saw you and that pathetic Crowpaw." She teased, a grin on her maw before she neared him, clearly not afraid of him, she knew everything about him, and was happy about that, she unsheated her claws and glared at him. "Maybe you're the one who should shut up, because there's a big difference between us, you have no one, I have other cats who got my back, so if you dare to attack me, you're not gonna be here for so long... On the contrary, if I attack you, nothing much will happen, with how arrogant you are, I doubt anyone would be missing you." The she-cat mewed in a cold tone, showing her other side.

[Hexict]

[@Empress of Evil]

The dusty warrior bit his lip slightly as she asked if he was sure about his agreement that being a medicine cat would be fun. He hadn't wanted to say anything to discourage her by pointing out the downside of the position. "Uhh... well," he hesitant before admitting how he really saw it. "It's just that you - you know - don't really do anything fun. They stick around camp and don't really leave until they need herbs. They can't have a mate or kits and or anything like that... and they don't get to hunt or fight and stuff," he wasn't sure how Mistygaze would take this, but kept his yellow orbs on her. "But I'm sure that it fits some people, since there usually is a medicine cat," he quickly added, and forced a smile for his friend.

[Ivy]

Paledusk growled at him. "You are looking for love, I saw you and that pathetic Crowpaw." She teased, a grin on her maw before she neared him, clearly not afraid of him, she knew everything about him, and was happy about that, she unsheated her claws and glared at him. "Maybe you're the one who should shut up, because there's a big difference between us, you have no one, I have other cats who got my back, so if you dare to attack me, you're not gonna be here for so long... On the contrary, if I attack you, nothing much will happen, with how arrogant you are, I doubt anyone would be missing you." The she-cat mewed in a cold tone, showing her other side.
"Paledusk, enough." Larkpool ordered firmly. "We can deal with him later, okay?" The mottled she cat nosed her sister away from the threatning tom. Crowflight rolled his eyes at Paledusk's pathetic attempts ro bring him down. He turned around and walked off, his tail flicking casually. Meanwhile, Larkpool slapped her sister with her tail harshly. "Just because you hate him doesent mean you have to be that nasty!"

[Gone]

"Paledusk, enough." Larkpool ordered firmly. "We can deal with him later, okay?" The mottled she cat nosed her sister away from the threatning tom. Crowflight rolled his eyes at Paledusk's pathetic attempts ro bring him down. He turned around and walked off, his tail flicking casually. Meanwhile, Larkpool slapped her sister with her tail harshly. "Just because you hate him doesent mean you have to be that nasty!"

Paledusk shook her head and bit the tom's tail with all her power, drawing loads of blood from it. "I'm dealing with him now!" She snarled, pinning the tom down with her small frame and glaring at him. "Meet me on the territory, unless you're scared." She growled in his ear firmly, her claws already starting to dig his chest, but she didn't want to fight him at all, she had other plans, that's where she would leave him speechless, totally not ready for what would happen, she smiled softly and quickly made her angry expression come back.

[Ivy]

Paledusk shook her head and bit the tom's tail with all her power, drawing loads of blood from it. "I'm dealing with him now!" She snarled, pinning the tom down with her small frame and glaring at him. "Meet me on the territory, unless you're scared." She growled in his ear firmly, her claws already starting to dig his chest, but she didn't want to fight him at all, she had other plans, that's where she would leave him speechless, totally not ready for what would happen, she smiled softly and quickly made her angry expression come back.
"FIne..." Crowflight sniffed and walked away into SkyClan's lush forest. (NO power playing Rave)

[Gone]

"FIne..." Crowflight sniffed and walked away into SkyClan's lush forest. (NO power playing Rave)

Paledusk grinned and walked over to her big sister. "Stay here, Larky." She purred, winking at her before she smiled at Crowflight, she stretched and left onto the territory. (She won't even foght him xD)

[Owl]

Duskflight

Willowrain carried the squirrel into camp with a smile underneath. She may not of caught it all by herself but she successfully pair hunted with Yarrowpounce. Hopefully, her sister would be very pleased to learn that she's actually trying to make an effort. Currently Ferndrop was a little more distant from the clan due to the fact that a few moons ago, rogues attacked and one of them managed to cause Ferndrop to go blind in one eye. Poor Ferndrop had a nasty scar on her left eye that made her once beautiful elegant face a bit harder to look at. Willowrain shook her head clear of such thoughts and focused her attention onto Yarrowpounce as she settled her squirrel down. "Thank you so much for showing me a bit today. I really appreciated it!" She had more confidence now about hunting with someone, well only if that someone was Yarrowpounce. However, the she-cat didn't noticed that fur on her head stood up from coming through the entrance and she looked quite funny with a tuft of fur sticking up like an apple core on the middle of her head. Her pale eyes scanned the clearing and pointed a shady spot away from the sun. "Do you wanna share a meal?" They had been hunting and she was sure he had to be hungry.

[The Cannibal]

(For @Silvernight (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=17) and @Frisk (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21))

About the normal time she wakes up, Avocetrose came strolling out of the warriors den, casually and slowly stretching out her legs as she did so all the while whilst yawning, her tail lifted high and curling slightly at the end. She was still in a rather sour mood after her run in with Lavendersun the other day, there was still bits of mud and grass clinging to parts of her fur that she still needed to get out. Looking around the camp, the black and white patched warrior immediately began to trek towards a sunny patch, much like the one where Lavender and her first met, and flopped down to eagerly begin grooming herself, focusing mainly on the parts of her fur that still had the mud and dirt stuck to it, tugging them out carefully so she wouldn't pull out clumps of her own fur. The sun beat warmly down upon her, cheering her spirits if even only a little bit, her green gaze slowly sweeping its way across the camp clearing, taking in all of the cats that were awake now and anyone of interest, praying to Starclan that she didn't see that wretched beast of a warrior named Lavendersun. After her gaze made a few more sweeps across the clearing, she focused back on her pelt, finally getting the last few clumps of mud out and smoothing over the rest of her fur, giving it a nice gentle shine now that she was laying in the sun. "Thank Starclan I finally got it out.." She muttered under her breath as she slowly finished up her morning grooming session, her tail curling over her hind paws and her gaze lifting again to survey the clan clearing once more.

[Empress Of Evil]

[@Empress of Evil]

The dusty warrior bit his lip slightly as she asked if he was sure about his agreement that being a medicine cat would be fun. He hadn't wanted to say anything to discourage her by pointing out the downside of the position. "Uhh... well," he hesitant before admitting how he really saw it. "It's just that you - you know - don't really do anything fun. They stick around camp and don't really leave until they need herbs. They can't have a mate or kits and or anything like that... and they don't get to hunt or fight and stuff," he wasn't sure how Mistygaze would take this, but kept his yellow orbs on her. "But I'm sure that it fits some people, since there usually is a medicine cat," he quickly added, and forced a smile for his friend.

Mistygaze knew that Birchtail was right with some of the things he mentioned. Although, I wonder how many medicine cats followed the mate and kits rule. Stormlight couldn't have, he was too....commited...Mistygaze thought. Despite the unknown fact Stormlight actually had broken that rule. "i know....there are definitely some downfalls for being a medicine cat. But what's the point of me being a warrior? I'm half blind afterall! I'm useless since I keep crashing into things" Mistygaze thought. Her blind left eye normally got her worked up about things and always made her frustrated. She always really wishes that she had never been born with a blind eye. But you can't change the past....

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight

Willowrain carried the squirrel into camp with a smile underneath. She may not of caught it all by herself but she successfully pair hunted with Yarrowpounce. Hopefully, her sister would be very pleased to learn that she's actually trying to make an effort. Currently Ferndrop was a little more distant from the clan due to the fact that a few moons ago, rogues attacked and one of them managed to cause Ferndrop to go blind in one eye. Poor Ferndrop had a nasty scar on her left eye that made her once beautiful elegant face a bit harder to look at. Willowrain shook her head clear of such thoughts and focused her attention onto Yarrowpounce as she settled her squirrel down. "Thank you so much for showing me a bit today. I really appreciated it!" She had more confidence now about hunting with someone, well only if that someone was Yarrowpounce. However, the she-cat didn't noticed that fur on her head stood up from coming through the entrance and she looked quite funny with a tuft of fur sticking up like an apple core on the middle of her head. Her pale eyes scanned the clearing and pointed a shady spot away from the sun. "Do you wanna share a meal?" They had been hunting and she was sure he had to be hungry.

Yarrowpounce was flanking Willowrain but the tiniest, most joyous of smiles was placed on his lips, his gaze looking at the ground as he replayed the time he had spent with the she-cat in his head, happiness like the warmth of the sun coursing through him. He couldn't really explain why this was making him happy, the though of spending time with this other cat, because after all, he usually never liked spending time with other cats, they usually just felt awkward and didn't want to be with him, which in turn made him feel bad and just not really want to be around others. But for some reason.. He just.. He liked being in the company of Willowrain. Being with her gave him the same feeling he had when he was hunting, he was happy and almost felt free from his worries. But for some reason at the same time he was almost afraid of screwing up and looking bad in front of her. He was conflicted but oh so happy at the same time. Glancing up as the two entered the camp, his gaze flitted around fretfully for a second before focusing on Willowrain who padded on a bit ahead of him, his tail flicking a bit as he followed her to the fresh kill pile where she laid down the squirrel that they caught together. "O-Oh, it was um, it was n-no problem at all W-Willowrain!" Meowed the tom gently with a small, modest smile, head dipping a bit. His yellow gaze fixated on the single tuft of fur that stuck up on her head and part of him wanted to graze his tongue over it to lay it down, but he was too scared that it would come off in the wrong way so he simply cleared his throat a bit, pawing at the ground. "U-Um your uh, your fur on your um.. You-Your head is uh.. Sticking up.." Pawing at his nose a bit, he lifted his head and nodded, just now realizing the familiar ache in his stomach that signified he was hungry. "I-I would love to! I-If you don't mind."

[Brunch]

A small yawn escaped the petite Ashenpaw's mouth; tired as she was, Ashenpaw was glad that she was finally an apprentice, though she was slightly disappointed that she could barely get any sleep.
Ugh! Ashenpaw thought tiredly When will StarClan let me get any sleep? The young apprentice was kept up all night by the other apprentices blabbering; Ashenpaw wished she could tell them to shut up, but she kept her mouth quiet, knowing that her mentor, Briarberry would get quite upset if she heard that her apprentice was talking to other cats that way.
A small sigh crept out of Ashenpaw's mouth, she bet that if Briarberry hadn't been so strict about her training, waking up at dawn and getting to camp at dusk, she would have more sleep. Briarberry was adamant about Ashenpaw getting as much training in as she could, but the apprentice still didn't understand why. Couldn't she just get a tiny blink of sleep?
Ashenpaw shook her head; Let's just go hunting to get my head clear. She didn't know who she was speaking to in her mind, but Ashenpaw knew that whatever or whoever it was, that they agreed through her rumbling stomach.
That was the other problem of being an apprentice, Ashenpaw couldn't just grab a mouse or squirrel from the freshkill-pile whenever she wanted, like when she was a kit. You have to hunt for your clan first before you can eat yourself. Ashenpaw could hear Briarberry's voice in her head, I'm just making sure that you know the warrior code before you become a warrior.
Again, Ashenpaw let out another sigh, the only thing keeping her going through her apprenticeship was the competition; the other apprentices acted like the best thing since mouse, and Ashenpaw was determined to show them what a real apprentice acted like, not a boastful piece of mouse-dung, but a respectful, kind cat.
Without another thought, the young she-cat left the clearing; hunting would surely clear her mind, wouldn't it?

[Appixel]

Rookpaw ambled out of the Apprentice's Den. The slender tom stretched his legs. A yawn escaped his maw, his pink tongue lolling out of his mouth. Emerald green eyes wandered around the camp for both familiar and unfamiliar faces. It seemed few felines were out and about the camp, which didn't really bother Rook. While he enjoyed socializing, it was nice to have a little peace and quiet every once in a while. His eyes drifted up to the sky. With the cool of leaf-fall lumbering in, the sky was clear of clouds and the air crisp. It was a bit too early, in his opinion, to go out and attempt to hunt. With no training, it's not like he would manage to catch anything. It's likely he would be exhausted after a short time anyway, and by the time he got back Rook would probably be in need of a very long nap.

[Doom]

(For @Silvernight (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=17) and @Frisk (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21))

About the normal time she wakes up, Avocetrose came strolling out of the warriors den, casually and slowly stretching out her legs as she did so all the while whilst yawning, her tail lifted high and curling slightly at the end. She was still in a rather sour mood after her run in with Lavendersun the other day, there was still bits of mud and grass clinging to parts of her fur that she still needed to get out. Looking around the camp, the black and white patched warrior immediately began to trek towards a sunny patch, much like the one where Lavender and her first met, and flopped down to eagerly begin grooming herself, focusing mainly on the parts of her fur that still had the mud and dirt stuck to it, tugging them out carefully so she wouldn't pull out clumps of her own fur. The sun beat warmly down upon her, cheering her spirits if even only a little bit, her green gaze slowly sweeping its way across the camp clearing, taking in all of the cats that were awake now and anyone of interest, praying to Starclan that she didn't see that wretched beast of a warrior named Lavendersun. After her gaze made a few more sweeps across the clearing, she focused back on her pelt, finally getting the last few clumps of mud out and smoothing over the rest of her fur, giving it a nice gentle shine now that she was laying in the sun. "Thank Starclan I finally got it out.." She muttered under her breath as she slowly finished up her morning grooming session, her tail curling over her hind paws and her gaze lifting again to survey the clan clearing once more.

Lavendersun sorely issued her way out from the warrior's den. Her little fight with Avocetrose last night absolutely drained her. She may have allowed her to have the last word, but Lavender still felt that she has done the most damage. Definitely. Remembering her dirty work, Lavendersun perked up a bit and strutted her way over the center of camp. Her soft diluted glowed brightly in the morning sunshine - finally spotless from the mud and twigs, and she tended to keep it that way. Basking silently in the morning light, Lavendersun stopped briefly to chose her breakfast. Obviously being picky, the faded tortoiseshell would shake her head or tighten her nose toward anything she found distasteful. Once she finally settled on a plump rabbit; much like the one from her first meeting with Avocetrose, she gracefully swerved toward the first sunny spot she found appealing.
Although on the way there, her sapphire eyes suddenly glued on a familiar black-and-white figure grooming in the distance. No, she wasn't in her spot this time, but just seeing her from across the clearing built anger within her. Deciding not to bother, Lavendersun stuck up her snout and plopped herself down onto the sunny patch of dew-fresh grass. Setting her breakfast down, the pretty she-cat leaned over and took a clean bite of her fat rabbit. Every so often Lavendersun would flash a glare over at Avocetrose, and made sure that every time her enemy glanced her way, she would flash her a cheeky/teasing smile; ears drawn back. She wanted her to know that nothing she said had gotten to her. Meaningless words. I bet your 'thorns' aren't very effective against my beautiful turtle shell, hm? She metaphorically referenced from their previous conversation.

[Appixel]

Rookpaw ambled out of the Apprentice's Den. The slender tom stretched his legs. A yawn escaped his maw, his pink tongue lolling out of his mouth. Emerald green eyes wandered around the camp for both familiar and unfamiliar faces. It seemed few felines were out and about the camp, which didn't really bother Rook. While he enjoyed socializing, it was nice to have a little peace and quiet every once in a while. His eyes drifted up to the sky. With the cool of leaf-fall lumbering in, the sky was clear of clouds and the air crisp. It was a bit too early, in his opinion, to go out and attempt to hunt. With no training, it's not like he would manage to catch anything. It's likely he would be exhausted after a short time anyway, and by the time he got back Rook would probably be in need of a very long nap.

Harrierpaw smiled, noticing the sleek-pelted tom appearing at the entrance of the Apprentice's Den. He had seen him around camp before but had yet to introduce himself. Rook was certainly one of the more handsome felines in the clan, at least in Harrier's opinion, and it seemed he was one of the more social characters as well. Even so, Harrierpaw had always found himself becoming too sheepish to work up the nerve to walk over and introduce himself. When they were kits, Willowpaw had always teased him about his insecurities. It wasn't long after they had become apprentices that she had disappeared. Everyone said she just ran off to become a loner but he heard. He heard them whispering behind his back.

"Oh, that's Willowpaw's brother. Didn't she run off with some rouge? She's probably dead by now, honest. Poor Harrier."

Poor Harrier. Poor defenseless, emotional little Harrier. Abandoned by the sister he couldn't function without. Willow had been the social one. Harrier, on the other paw, could barely speak unless one of his family members was by his side. So unfortunate.

[Appixel]

Rookpaw's fur prickled feeling a set of eyes burning into his pelt. He glanced around and caught the gaze of Harrierpaw. It took a moment to recognize the tom. That was Willowpaw's brother, wasn't it? He had only interacted with the shy tom a couple times and then his sister had done much of the talking. It was such a shame when the molly disappeared. She was a pretty one too. Perhaps he should reintroduce himself? It had been a while since the last time they had really seen each other. Before they became apprentices, even. Before he knew it, his paws were talking him over to the tom.

"Hey, Harrier. I know It's been a while but I'm Rookpaw. I was a friend of Willow. Um, I'm sorry about that by the way."

He scolded himself internally. He wouldn't want to be reminded of that. Harrier had clearly found it hard to function even when his sister had still been around. He couldn't imagine how much it must hurt to think about her. Her disappearance. What might have happened. Why did he have to bring it up?

[Caligo Everton]

The kit peeked in she smelled the juicy aroma of fresh kill. She licked her lips and walked into the clearing. There was a pile of fresh kill... a fresh kill pile. She knew she was in a camp she had no idea how she knew this since she didn't even remember her name but she knew. "Hello?" She called out her tiredness going away completely. She walked up the pile and was about to grab a piece when she heard rustling. She just stood there petrified. What was she thinking this wasn't hers. All she could do is be caught willingly.

[Appixel]

Rookpaw's fur prickled feeling a set of eyes burning into his pelt. He glanced around and caught the gaze of Harrierpaw. It took a moment to recognize the tom. That was Willowpaw's brother, wasn't it? He had only interacted with the shy tom a couple times and then his sister had done much of the talking. It was such a shame when the molly disappeared. She was a pretty one too. Perhaps he should reintroduce himself? It had been a while since the last time they had really seen each other. Before they became apprentices, even. Before he knew it, his paws were talking him over to the tom.

"Hey, Harrier. I know It's been a while but I'm Rookpaw. I was a friend of Willow. Um, I'm sorry about that by the way."

He scolded himself internally. He wouldn't want to be reminded of that. Harrier had clearly found it hard to function even when his sister had still been around. He couldn't imagine how much it must hurt to think about her. Her disappearance. What might have happened. Why did he have to bring it up?


Having gotten caught up in his own thoughts, Harrierpaw barely even noticed Rookpaw walking over. The tom didn't even notice what the other apprentice had said. He had to force himself to hold back a startled squeal when he snapped back into reality. When he realized who it was standing in front of him, his throat began to tighten up and he was at an utter loss for words. Why was Rook here? Why had he of all cats in the clearing caught his attention? Oh StarClan, had he been staring at the other apprentice? Harrier's face began to heat up with embarrassment. He opened his mouth to attempt to apologize for being so rude but now sound came out. He must have looked ridiculous. Sitting there wide-eyed and slack jawed, frozen on the spot. All he could do was stare up at Rookpaw, caught in his gaze. He really did have beautiful eyes. Emerald green with a darker ring around the edges. He had never noticed that before, never gotten close enough to see it.

[FadedShadow]

Fallenpaw sat by the apprentice's den, gnawing on a small robin. She gazed at the sky then lay her head on her paws, purring slightly as the food moved through her stomach.

[Hexict]

[ QUOTE=Empress Of Evil;992]Mistygaze knew that Birchtail was right with some of the things he mentioned. Although, I wonder how many medicine cats followed the mate and kits rule. Stormlight couldn't have, he was too....commited...Mistygaze thought. Despite the unknown fact Stormlight actually had broken that rule. "i know....there are definitely some downfalls for being a medicine cat. But what's the point of me being a warrior? I'm half blind afterall! I'm useless since I keep crashing into things" Mistygaze thought. Her blind left eye normally got her worked up about things and always made her frustrated. She always really wishes that she had never been born with a blind eye. But you can't change the past....[/QUOTE]

Birchtail sighed and watched Mistygaze. "Anyone can be a warrior, there are some cats that are fully blind and are able to fulfill their warrior duties," he pointed out. "They learn how to hunt and fight... you could do that too," the dusty warrior's gaze flicked towards the medicine den, but then quickly returned to his friend. "Why are you even talking about this? Is it because you want to be medicine cat?" He furrowed his brows at this, still not seeing what was so great about being a medicine cat. Would Lemonstar even choose her as medicine cat? What happens if she gets her hopes up and someone else gets chosen? He didn't want Mistygaze to get disappointed if not chosen, so he silently willed her t see how warrior life was truly better than that of a medicine cat's.

[Caligo Everton]

she walked up to a friendly looking cat. "hello who are you?"

-can someone step up and help me out. trying to enter this rp. :)-

[Empress Of Evil]

[ QUOTE=Hexict;3207][ QUOTE=Empress Of Evil;992]Mistygaze knew that Birchtail was right with some of the things he mentioned. Although, I wonder how many medicine cats followed the mate and kits rule. Stormlight couldn't have, he was too....commited...Mistygaze thought. Despite the unknown fact Stormlight actually had broken that rule. "i know....there are definitely some downfalls for being a medicine cat. But what's the point of me being a warrior? I'm half blind afterall! I'm useless since I keep crashing into things" Mistygaze thought. Her blind left eye normally got her worked up about things and always made her frustrated. She always really wishes that she had never been born with a blind eye. But you can't change the past....[/QUOTE]

Birchtail sighed and watched Mistygaze. "Anyone can be a warrior, there are some cats that are fully blind and are able to fulfill their warrior duties," he pointed out. "They learn how to hunt and fight... you could do that too," the dusty warrior's gaze flicked towards the medicine den, but then quickly returned to his friend. "Why are you even talking about this? Is it because you want to be medicine cat?" He furrowed his brows at this, still not seeing what was so great about being a medicine cat. Would Lemonstar even choose her as medicine cat? What happens if she gets her hopes up and someone else gets chosen? He didn't want Mistygaze to get disappointed if not chosen, so he silently willed her t see how warrior life was truly better than that of a medicine cat's.[/QUOTE]

Mistygaze kinda froze for a second at that question. She simply...shrugged. "I guess I do..." Mistygaze trailed. She had always dreamt of it as a kit and nothing ever happened. But why stop dreaming now? Might as well since the clan currently had no medicine cat. "I mean, I guess i'll just keep hoping as I always have. If I don't get it, I don't get it" She said finally, carefully thinkig about her words. "I'm sure whoever gets it, me or not will do a wonderful job though" She said, in a bit of a brighter tone. Mistygaze restrained herself from showing that what she really wanted to say was 'Yes of course!', but by the looks of it Birchtail probably wouldn't seem to happy about that. She was pretty sure he looked quite...uncertain? Is that how she should explain the way he looked? She just went with uncertain not thinking of any other word.

[RedHead]

{Silvy's post}
Whitehawk emerged from the warriors den, issuing his way into the clearing. His chest raised and fell as he inhaled the fresh morning air. He loved mornings, especially since everything is so fresh smelling. Dew clung to the soft grass on this warm morning, which tended to stick to the white warrior’s fluffy coat as he padded through. He was headed toward the fresh-kill pile, yellow orbs locked on the rather small pile with hunger. Whitehawk honestly hated the sight of dead animals, it brought sympathy and unfortunate thoughts. Although these dead animals will feed the Clan and keep them strong, so Whitehawk deals with his pickiness.
The white tom frowned suddenly, losing hunger as he inspected the pitiful pile. It was still early; so it was understandable why the pile would be so empty, but SkyClan has been seriously lacking in the food department lately. He took note of a small mouse and sighed. He might as well eat it before it goes bad and becomes a waste - which would bring absolute despair to Whitehawk’s mind. So he gently picked up the mouse between his jaws. Thank you StarClan, for this food you bless us with. It was habit for Whitehawk to thank StarClan constantly, for he is super loyal to the code. It’s not something he normally stresses about, it’s just a little thing he prefers to do. A little effort and appreciation never hurt anybody, right?
Once he finished searching the pile, Whitehawk noticed an important figure - Lemonstar. A friendly smile appeared on his muzzle, sea-shell pink ears perking with interest, He;d been willing to personally congratulate the new leader, but he knew that Lemonstar would be busy. He did not seem very busy now, so going along with luck, Whitehawk greeted him. “Good morning, Lemonstar.” He recalled knowing him before his leadership as Lemonwhisper, but never really got the chance to get to know him. Hopefully Lemonstar wasn't expecting any privacy, ‘cause if he were than Whitehawk totally mucked up his attempt for friendship.


{Crow's Post}
The pretty she-cat padded out of the warriors den, trailing a white tom who's name she couldn't quite remember, if she'd ever known it in the first place. Her paws skipped along the ground as Sweetleaf happily pranced out, reveling in the cool breeze. Her shorthaired pelt had always done better in the cold, and at one point this greenleaf- which had been especially hot- she'd actually passed out from heat stroke. Leaf-fall was her favorite season, and not just for the temperature- she also loved to watch the trees change in color, blazing with scarlets and oranges that could be found nowhere else.

She watched as the white tom grabbed a mouse and settled next to a yellow tom- the new leader, right? Hadn't he been a kittypet once- and joined at about the same time as her? She had a vague memory of those events occurring, but perhaps her imaginative mind was running wild again. As she got closer, she decided on a plan of action that was sure to bring some amusement to herself, if no one else, and flirt with the new leader. She stepped closer to the tom- Lemonstar?- and began.

Sweetleaf purred, looking over the tom with obvious flirtatiousness in mind. "Us former kittypets really are the best-looking among us, it seems," the she-cat said, hoping desperately he had been a kittypet to avoid embarrassment. He'd said something about it in his speech, she believed, but she'd forgotten by now- her memory wasn't the best. The Ragdoll made herself comfortable on the springy grass, sleek pelt refracting light as she lay on her stomach.


{My post}
Lemonstar was taking another bite of the squirrel as he heard pawsteps coming towards him. He lifted his head, swallowing the bite he had taken. He recognized the warrior as Whitehawk, whom he knew a little, but not that much. At his greeting, Lemon nodded and smiled. "Good morning to you too Whitehawk." Spotting the mouse at the warriors paws, Lemonstar felt instantly bad. "I'm not going to eat this squirrel alone, would you like some?" He asked, pushing it towards Whitehawk. That sentence was an invite for the warrior to sit down and visit.
His attention was turned towards a beautiful she-cat who had just pranced over, her fur shining and eyes bright. At her comment, Lemonstar let out a little laugh, a smirk crawling onto his face. As she settled down beside him, Lemonstar made a comment of his own. "Yes, we really are." He purred with amusement. "Although some of the pure-bred warriors have good looks as well. He paused, then remembered his manners. "Sweetleaf, right?" He asked the molly, flicking his gaze back to Whitehawk to show that the other tom was still invited into the conversation.

[Ivy]

Crowflight licked his mate's soft fur. "I was wondering if we could ever start a family, Paledusk? Smallwing and I wanted to, but since....she passed, we never got a chance to. He wiggled his eyebrows with a purr. (So exuasted after a four hour car ride ;-;)

[Gone]

Crowflight licked his mate's soft fur. "I was wondering if we could ever start a family, Paledusk? Smallwing and I wanted to, but since....she passed, we never got a chance to. He wiggled his eyebrows with a purr. (So exuasted after a four hour car ride ;-;)
Paledusk blushed at the proposition, but looked in his eyes and nodded. "I-It would be a pleasure to start a family with you." She mewed shyly, pressing her muzzle into his warm fur and letting what was probably the loudest purr she ever let out, licking his chest happily.

[Ivy]

Crowflight simply winked at her. "So tell me, what was your impresssion of me when you first found out smallwing and I becsme mates?" In order to reassure her that he still loved her, he entwined their tails.

[goddess of ducks]

Cliffheart padded away from the fresh kill pile, a small vole dangling from his jaws. He walked away with a slight limp that dampened his speed a little, bit didn't bother the gruff warrior. Cliffheart sat down near the warriors den and eased himself to the ground. Slowly, he ripped apart the vole and soon devoured the small creature. He swiped his tongue over his maw and began to give his fur a quick cleaning before he began training his apprentice.

[The Cannibal]

Lavendersun sorely issued her way out from the warrior's den. Her little fight with Avocetrose last night absolutely drained her. She may have allowed her to have the last word, but Lavender still felt that she has done the most damage. Definitely. Remembering her dirty work, Lavendersun perked up a bit and strutted her way over the center of camp. Her soft diluted glowed brightly in the morning sunshine - finally spotless from the mud and twigs, and she tended to keep it that way. Basking silently in the morning light, Lavendersun stopped briefly to chose her breakfast. Obviously being picky, the faded tortoiseshell would shake her head or tighten her nose toward anything she found distasteful. Once she finally settled on a plump rabbit; much like the one from her first meeting with Avocetrose, she gracefully swerved toward the first sunny spot she found appealing.
Although on the way there, her sapphire eyes suddenly glued on a familiar black-and-white figure grooming in the distance. No, she wasn't in her spot this time, but just seeing her from across the clearing built anger within her. Deciding not to bother, Lavendersun stuck up her snout and plopped herself down onto the sunny patch of dew-fresh grass. Setting her breakfast down, the pretty she-cat leaned over and took a clean bite of her fat rabbit. Every so often Lavendersun would flash a glare over at Avocetrose, and made sure that every time her enemy glanced her way, she would flash her a cheeky/teasing smile; ears drawn back. She wanted her to know that nothing she said had gotten to her. Meaningless words. I bet your 'thorns' aren't very effective against my beautiful turtle shell, hm? She metaphorically referenced from their previous conversation.

{Small bump for @frisk! (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21)}

[paxil]

@thunder

cedartail returned to camp, having just returned from a hunting patrol. hunting wasn't his strong suit (he was more of a climber, personally) so he had only managed to catch a couple mice, but that wasn't a big deal. after all, the clan still had moons to prepare for leaf-bare.

there was something he was a little more focused on. well, not really something. more like someone. he had been thinking about smallberry for a long time now. she was pretty, not gorgeous by any means, and he knew he could do far better than his former apprentice. that was a pretty conceited thing to say, but he wasn't about to lie to himself. he was a pretty good-looking guy. it angered him that he still didn't have a mate at his age. his sister's kits were now warriors, but, then again, she had gotten pregnant very early on in her life, so that wasn't a huge surprise.

sitting alone in the center of the clearing, doing not really anything, the tom waited for someone to get to chat with.name - cedartail
gender - tom
age - forty-one moons (born april 20th, 2013)
allegiance - skyclan
rank - warrior
previous ranks - kit, apprentice

appearance - click (https://feralfront.com/Themes/default/images/graphic.php?picture_height=280&picture_width=200&folder_name=adults&layer1=light-forest&layer2=chocolate-sable&layer3=van-pattern2&layer4=blue-orangeright&layer5=default&layer6=default&layer7=undefined) - cedartail is an attractive chocolate van with bi-colored eyes. his right eye is orange, whilst his left is blue. he is not a large cat, due to his heritage, but he makes up for it with his huge personality.
full bio - coming soon ("")

quote my post when interacting with cedartail!

[Starfall]

Spottedcloud padded out of the warriors den and yawned streching his short limbs and padded to a little corner of the clearing that was in the shade and layed down. The silver tom looked around, his sky blue eyes scanned the xlearing to see if there was any cat that needed some company.

[Appixel]

Having gotten caught up in his own thoughts, Harrierpaw barely even noticed Rookpaw walking over. The tom didn't even notice what the other apprentice had said. He had to force himself to hold back a startled squeal when he snapped back into reality. When he realized who it was standing in front of him, his throat began to tighten up and he was at an utter loss for words. Why was Rook here? Why had he of all cats in the clearing caught his attention? Oh StarClan, had he been staring at the other apprentice? Harrier's face began to heat up with embarrassment. He opened his mouth to attempt to apologize for being so rude but now sound came out. He must have looked ridiculous. Sitting there wide-eyed and slack jawed, frozen on the spot. All he could do was stare up at Rookpaw, caught in his gaze. He really did have beautiful eyes. Emerald green with a darker ring around the edges. He had never noticed that before, never gotten close enough to see it.

That was a rather strange reaction wasn't it? Harrier had seemed confused at first but now he just just sat there and stared. Rookpaw, in a rare turn of events actually began to feel uncomfortable. He glanced around in an attempt to find some way to escape this interaction but to no avail. "I, um, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something. You seem to have not heard what I said. Uhm, I'm Rookpaw, in case you don't remember. I noticed you sitting here and I figured I would, uh, say hi. Y-you probably don't want anyone to bring it up but I'm sorry about your sister. I miss her and I'm sure you do too." he cursed himself once more. He had a chance to retry and he just had to mention Harrier's sister, again. Perhaps he'll zone out again and he'll get another chance? Either way, it had been said and all he could do was wait for some kind of response.

[Owl]

Yarrowpounce was flanking Willowrain but the tiniest, most joyous of smiles was placed on his lips, his gaze looking at the ground as he replayed the time he had spent with the she-cat in his head, happiness like the warmth of the sun coursing through him. He couldn't really explain why this was making him happy, the though of spending time with this other cat, because after all, he usually never liked spending time with other cats, they usually just felt awkward and didn't want to be with him, which in turn made him feel bad and just not really want to be around others. But for some reason.. He just.. He liked being in the company of Willowrain. Being with her gave him the same feeling he had when he was hunting, he was happy and almost felt free from his worries. But for some reason at the same time he was almost afraid of screwing up and looking bad in front of her. He was conflicted but oh so happy at the same time. Glancing up as the two entered the camp, his gaze flitted around fretfully for a second before focusing on Willowrain who padded on a bit ahead of him, his tail flicking a bit as he followed her to the fresh kill pile where she laid down the squirrel that they caught together. "O-Oh, it was um, it was n-no problem at all W-Willowrain!" Meowed the tom gently with a small, modest smile, head dipping a bit. His yellow gaze fixated on the single tuft of fur that stuck up on her head and part of him wanted to graze his tongue over it to lay it down, but he was too scared that it would come off in the wrong way so he simply cleared his throat a bit, pawing at the ground. "U-Um your uh, your fur on your um.. You-Your head is uh.. Sticking up.." Pawing at his nose a bit, he lifted his head and nodded, just now realizing the familiar ache in his stomach that signified he was hungry. "I-I would love to! I-If you don't mind."

Duskflight

Willowrain giggled at how modest and adorable Yarrowpounce was. He was a really nice, kind, and polite warrior. Why anyone would pass him over a friend or... well... even possibly more was a completely surprise to her. The tabby she-cat had enjoyed her time with him and decided that she'd like to spend a lot more time with him. Of course, only if he allowed her to. She honestly didn't want to be a bother or an annoyance since she saw that he didn't really enjoy being with other cats seeing as he was mostly alone. But maybe he did inwardly want to have a companion. She wanted to be that companion. Then he mentioned the tuft of fur sticking up on her head, immediately her ears burned up and her eyes widened slighlty. "Oh my.." She licked her paw vigorously and patted her head the best she could bringing it over the tuft of fur and flattening it the best she could. She gazed at Yarrowpounce. "Hopefully I got it." She said sheepishly. When in reality that little tuft of fur was being quite the rebel in it didn't want to go down. When he finally stated he'd be glad to share a meal with her she let out a small purr of delight. "Great!" She grinned as she looked at the pile. "Choose something, Yarrowpounce." She offered him the choice to decide.

[Appixel]

That was a rather strange reaction wasn't it? Harrier had seemed confused at first but now he just just sat there and stared. Rookpaw, in a rare turn of events actually began to feel uncomfortable. He glanced around in an attempt to find some way to escape this interaction but to no avail. "I, um, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something. You seem to have not heard what I said. Uhm, I'm Rookpaw, in case you don't remember. I noticed you sitting here and I figured I would, uh, say hi. Y-you probably don't want anyone to bring it up but I'm sorry about your sister. I miss her and I'm sure you do too." he cursed himself once more. He had a chance to retry and he just had to mention Harrier's sister, again. Perhaps he'll zone out again and he'll get another chance? Either way, it had been said and all he could do was wait for some kind of response.

Harrierpaw let out a sigh of relief, immediately feeling a sort of weight get lifted off of his shoulders. He hadnt been staring and if he had, Rookpaw hadn't noticed. He did tense up ever so slightly at the mention of his sister but without the overhanging fear that he had embarrassed himself, he was able to talk. Even so, stuttering and rambling weren't uncommon with the young Tom. "Hi, Rookpaw. It has been.. a while to uh say the least but y-yes I do remember you. It's been um, since before my sister uh disappeared, right? A-anyway. It's nice o-of you to say hi. I heard your Mentor is pretty nice? He's the one with the lame foot right? Have you gotten any training in yet?"

[Gone]

Crowflight simply winked at her. "So tell me, what was your impresssion of me when you first found out smallwing and I becsme mates?" In order to reassure her that he still loved her, he entwined their tails.
"W-Well... I was pretty sad... I thought I had lost everything..." Paledusk admitted, pressing her face in his chest and nuzzling it affectionaly, blushing as she saw the wink and quickly looked at their tails, holding onto one of his paws.

[Appixel]

Harrierpaw let out a sigh of relief, immediately feeling a sort of weight get lifted off of his shoulders. He hadn't been staring and if he had, Rookpaw hadn't noticed. He did tense up ever so slightly at the mention of his sister but without the overhanging fear that he had embarrassed himself, he was able to talk. Even so, stuttering and rambling weren't uncommon with the young Tom. "Hi, Rookpaw. It has been.. a while to uh say the least but y-yes I do remember you. It's been um, since before my sister uh disappeared, right? A-anyway. It's nice o-of you to say hi. I heard your Mentor is pretty nice? He's the one with the lame foot right? Have you gotten any training in yet?"

He nodded,"Yeah. His name is Cliffheart. We haven't trained any yet but I think he was planning to do some today..." Rookpaw glanced around in search of his mentor, eventually spotting the warrior on the other side of the clearing. He turned back to Harrier and smiled,"You could probably join us if you wanted? I don't think he would mind all that much."

[ahhh I'm sorry this is so short!]

[Appixel]

(It's fine!)

It was a moment before he responded. The tom's tail twitched from side to side, almost nervously, as he contemplated the offer. He was tempted to say yes, very much so, his own mentor had pretty much given up due to Harrier's demeanor. How would Cliffheart really feel about him joining in though? All he had to go on was Rookpaw's assurance and anything he may have heard about the warrior. He lifted up his head and stared at the sky, almost as if looking for something. With the chill of leaffall had come clear skies, only a few clouds meandering through the blue plain above. Lowering his head, his gaze wandered over to Cliffheart and lingered there.

"Are you sure he won't mind? C-completely sure?" he mewed, without looking back at Rookpaw,"I really d-don't think it's a good idea."

[The Cannibal]

{For @Frisk (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21)}

Today was the first day that he would take Rowanpaw for an actual training session, and Grouseflurry couldn't have been more excited. I mean, the brown tabby was more often than not excited about something, or at least happy and cheerful, but now he was even more so as he eagerly went strolling out of the warriors den, quickly shaking out his limbs individually as he did, loosening them up a bit to the best of his ability. The sun was just barely making it's way above the horizon, the sky still relatively dark with gentle pastel colors of sunrise painting the horizon that really no cat could see through the cover of the tree's that made up Skyclan's territory. Standing in the relatively quiet clearing of the camp he was now deputy of, he forced himself to pause for a moment and just drink in his surroundings, letting the smell of the air, the crispness of it, run through his nose, gently stinging the inside of it, having to blink a few times as the crisp freshness pricked at his green hues. It was serene in the morning air, but being the excitable, busy cat he was, he didn't want to spend much more time divulging in the 'beauty of the morning' and instead decided to quickly snatch something out of the fresh kill pile, a plump mouse, settling down not too far from the pile.

I'll go and wake him up if he doesn't happen to get up before I finish this. Thought the deputy to himself as he quickly began to tuck into his breakfast, his hindpaws tucked neatly beneath him and his forepaws holding his meal in place, his tail at his side but the tip twitching and quivering with the energy he had built in him. Despite being over 30 moons old, one might come to think that he was a young warrior with that much energy, but those who knew Grouseflurry knew that he has always been like that and will likely always be like that, it would take something serious to alter this warrior's bright outlook on life.

[Thunder]

@thunder

cedartail returned to camp, having just returned from a hunting patrol. hunting wasn't his strong suit (he was more of a climber, personally) so he had only managed to catch a couple mice, but that wasn't a big deal. after all, the clan still had moons to prepare for leaf-bare.

there was something he was a little more focused on. well, not really something. more like someone. he had been thinking about smallberry for a long time now. she was pretty, not gorgeous by any means, and he knew he could do far better than his former apprentice. that was a pretty conceited thing to say, but he wasn't about to lie to himself. he was a pretty good-looking guy. it angered him that he still didn't have a mate at his age. his sister's kits were now warriors, but, then again, she had gotten pregnant very early on in her life, so that wasn't a huge surprise.

sitting alone in the center of the clearing, doing not really anything, the tom waited for someone to get to chat with.name - cedartail
gender - tom
age - forty-one moons (born april 20th, 2013)
allegiance - skyclan
rank - warrior
previous ranks - kit, apprentice

appearance - click (https://feralfront.com/Themes/default/images/graphic.php?picture_height=280&picture_width=200&folder_name=adults&layer1=light-forest&layer2=chocolate-sable&layer3=van-pattern2&layer4=blue-orangeright&layer5=default&layer6=default&layer7=undefined) - cedartail is an attractive chocolate van with bi-colored eyes. his right eye is orange, whilst his left is blue. he is not a large cat, due to his heritage, but he makes up for it with his huge personality.
full bio - coming soon (http://coming soon)

quote my post when interacting with cedartail!

Smallberry padded out of the warriors den, she noticed her old mentor Cedartail had returned from hunting, but she was to tired to chat at the moment. Though, she still padded over and tried to strike up a conversation. Though her eartips heated up in embarssment, she had liked her former-mentor for a moon now. She tried to hide it, though. She didn't want to be rejected like so many before. Unnoticably to herself, her tail curled around her former-mentor's.

[Fel]

{For @Frisk (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21)}

Today was the first day that he would take Rowanpaw for an actual training session, and Grouseflurry couldn't have been more excited. I mean, the brown tabby was more often than not excited about something, or at least happy and cheerful, but now he was even more so as he eagerly went strolling out of the warriors den, quickly shaking out his limbs individually as he did, loosening them up a bit to the best of his ability. The sun was just barely making it's way above the horizon, the sky still relatively dark with gentle pastel colors of sunrise painting the horizon that really no cat could see through the cover of the tree's that made up Skyclan's territory. Standing in the relatively quiet clearing of the camp he was now deputy of, he forced himself to pause for a moment and just drink in his surroundings, letting the smell of the air, the crispness of it, run through his nose, gently stinging the inside of it, having to blink a few times as the crisp freshness pricked at his green hues. It was serene in the morning air, but being the excitable, busy cat he was, he didn't want to spend much more time divulging in the 'beauty of the morning' and instead decided to quickly snatch something out of the fresh kill pile, a plump mouse, settling down not too far from the pile.

I'll go and wake him up if he doesn't happen to get up before I finish this. Thought the deputy to himself as he quickly began to tuck into his breakfast, his hindpaws tucked neatly beneath him and his forepaws holding his meal in place, his tail at his side but the tip twitching and quivering with the energy he had built in him. Despite being over 30 moons old, one might come to think that he was a young warrior with that much energy, but those who knew Grouseflurry knew that he has always been like that and will likely always be like that, it would take something serious to alter this warrior's bright outlook on life.


Rowanpaw had just spent his first few nights in the apprentice's den, still having to get used to the new nest, to get used to sleeping without Honeybee by his side, one of his best- and only friends. He'd seemed to stop tending to his small garden of flowers by the nursery, the one he used to grow with his adoptive queen- his real mother abandoned him, in more ways than one. Mapleleaf- Mom didn't want me, did she? That's why she vanished in the night, because of all the stress and pressure we put on her. Rowanpaw didn't have many apprentice friends so far, except Brindlepaw, the apprentice he met when trying to explore the territory without anyone else, the cat who helped him out when he was grieving. His ginger paws padded out of his den quietly, the newly-named apprentice yawning loudly, stretching out his paws as he headed towards the center of camp to possibly got get a piece of prey. He was so tired, and never had to wake up this early when he was still a kit, only days ago to him. He could see the mentor he'd been assigned, the new deputy of Skyclan- sitting down in the clearing, almost seeming like he was waiting for him. Rowanpaw had always had a bit of a trouble with deputies- but maybe Grouseflurry would be better.

Striding over to where the older tom sat carefully, the small apprentice's ginger paws shuffled around as he sat next to Grouseflurry, awkwardly smiling as he didn't say a word- just sat down, letting his tail brush back-and forth across the camp floor in an excitable fashion.

[paxil]

Smallberry padded out of the warriors den, she noticed her old mentor Cedartail had returned from hunting, but she was to tired to chat at the moment. Though, she still padded over and tried to strike up a conversation. Though her eartips heated up in embarssment, she had liked her former-mentor for a moon now. She tried to hide it, though. She didn't want to be rejected like so many before. Unnoticably to herself, her tail curled around her former-mentor's.

cedartail flashed a wide smile as his former apprentice approached him. he adjusted himself as smallberry came close. "hey, berry," he purred, "what's up?" he knew that the younger she-cat acted weird around him. he remembered when he was an apprentice, and he did the same around pretty she-cats. it wasn't like he was completely oblivious to her feelings or anything; he just liked to make things difficult.

he snickered as smallberry took his tail. "oooh, flirting with your mentor, huh? didn't think you were that type." the way he talked was very childish, especially for a tom that was more than three years old. but the situation the two were in was really not a more-than-three-years-old thing. she behaved very awkwardly for a warrior, which was adorable, but reminded him just how little age affected some cats.name - cedartail
gender - tom
age - forty-one moons (born april 20th, 2013)
allegiance - skyclan
rank - warrior
previous ranks - kit, apprentice

appearance - click (https://feralfront.com/Themes/default/images/graphic.php?picture_height=280&picture_width=200&folder_name=adults&layer1=light-forest&layer2=chocolate-sable&layer3=van-pattern2&layer4=blue-orangeright&layer5=default&layer6=default&layer7=undefined) - cedartail is an attractive chocolate van with bi-colored eyes. his right eye is orange, whilst his left is blue. he is not a large cat, due to his heritage, but he makes up for it with his huge personality.
full bio - coming soon ("]

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[BlueFeather]

a lone bramble was watching cats for hours just envying a friend.. the cat pads throu the forest to a small space in a tree..

[stormblaze]

Greyfang looked up from her nap in the sun, having just woken and spent the last few minutes washing herself clean, she was in a mood to go hunting.

[BlueFeather]

Greyfang looked up from her nap in the sun, having just woken and spent the last few minutes washing herself clean, she was in a mood to go hunting.


The bramble just climbed the space and just ended up at the tree tops.. not saying anything she just hanged out up in the trees alone.

[mapledash]

Greyfang looked up from her nap in the sun, having just woken and spent the last few minutes washing herself clean, she was in a mood to go hunting.

Shrewpaw went out of the apprentice's den and walked past a couple of his friends. He wasn' in the mood to talk to them, even if they aknowledged him on his way. He was thinking about his foster sister, and how she was still mad at him. He wasn't exactly looking at where he was going and bumped into Greyfang, a fellow warrior he knew just half yet. Remembering he was suposed to take the initiative to train alone (according to his mentor) he looked up to the warrior and appologized quickly. "Sorry! Didn't see you there! Uhm ... how's it going? Are you busy? I'd like to do some training or hunting ... if you don't mind?"

[lone]

~for Cloudy~

Pantherkit padded elegantly out of the nursery, or as elegantly as could be said for a larger, sleek furred four moon old kit. His yellow hues took in his surroundings...although he had visited the clearing before, he was always amazed by the sheer beauty of it. It was always surprising to him how everything could look so much bigger outside of the nursery. He turned back to look for Ashenpaw, still a little troubled as to what had happened in the nursery...he realized that that may have been a question that should not have been asked now, and he also realized that he should have probably been a little more careful in his comforting. He had never been good at that sort of thing, and although it made him feel bad of course, there wasn't much that he could do about it and so he didn't see any business in feeling bad about it. Pantherkit sat down not far from the nursery, his head swiveling in all directions as he tried to take in everything at once. All the natural charm, elegance and sophistication about the tom seemed to be gone as he appeared to be much friskier and excited- the glaze that made him look almost uncapable of emotion was gone, replaced by a fierce, bright light that was shining out of his yellow hues. He was grateful to Ashenpaw for offering to take him out of the nursery...although technically he was old enough to venture out on his own, he hated doing so, and thought that perhaps Ashenpaw had sensed this. Either that, or maybe he looked younger than he felt he did. He didn't really care either way- Ashenpaw was a very friendly she cat and he was glad that she had offered instead of someone else. Besides, if he had gotten much more bored he may have been willing to endure his dislike of venturing out into the clearing alone so that he could have a better, more enjoyable view.

[Brunch]

~for Cloudy~

Pantherkit padded elegantly out of the nursery, or as elegantly as could be said for a larger, sleek furred four moon old kit. His yellow hues took in his surroundings...although he had visited the clearing before, he was always amazed by the sheer beauty of it. It was always surprising to him how everything could look so much bigger outside of the nursery. He turned back to look for Ashenpaw, still a little troubled as to what had happened in the nursery...he realized that that may have been a question that should not have been asked now, and he also realized that he should have probably been a little more careful in his comforting. He had never been good at that sort of thing, and although it made him feel bad of course, there wasn't much that he could do about it and so he didn't see any business in feeling bad about it. Pantherkit sat down not far from the nursery, his head swiveling in all directions as he tried to take in everything at once. All the natural charm, elegance and sophistication about the tom seemed to be gone as he appeared to be much friskier and excited- the glaze that made him look almost uncapable of emotion was gone, replaced by a fierce, bright light that was shining out of his yellow hues. He was grateful to Ashenpaw for offering to take him out of the nursery...although technically he was old enough to venture out on his own, he hated doing so, and thought that perhaps Ashenpaw had sensed this. Either that, or maybe he looked younger than he felt he did. He didn't really care either way- Ashenpaw was a very friendly she cat and he was glad that she had offered instead of someone else. Besides, if he had gotten much more bored he may have been willing to endure his dislike of venturing out into the clearing alone so that he could have a better, more enjoyable view.
Peaking her head out of the nusery first, brambles and small throrn caught againstAshwnpaw's long, rust-grey pelt. As the young apprentice heaved the rest of her body out of the nursery, Ashenpaw shook her fur to free any of the small twigs of bramble. As the she-cat gathered her bearings, Ashenpaw strode over to Pantherkit, as though she were stalking a piece of prey. Many cats didn't think that the way she walked was her actual gait, and would tear into her slightly every time that they saw her Hopefully he doesn't notice... Ashenpaw thought to herself as she scooted over to her kit-friend, her amber eyes having a solemn yet amused glaze. "I'm assuming you like it.. It is quite nice, especially at sunhigh." Ashenpaw's mind wasnt on the conversation that would stir up, but by the fact that the clearing was more beautiful than ever; though it was afternoon, there was still a slight glimmer of dew on the camp, which made the pebbles that were normally hard under paw, soft and squishy, a form if mud, really. Ashenpaw, letting the small kit side that still lurked in her diciplined apprentice, dug her paw into a muddish section of gravel, making it so that her paw print embedded the ground. The leaf-fall season had been alright so far, though so early in the season, Ashenpaw knew that it would get worse. The fresh-kill pile was already starting to deacrease, the apprentice could only hope it wouldn't too harsh like the elder stories always said. When Ashenpaw's tailtwitvhed at the thought, it landed on Pantherkit's, reminding her that she wasn't alone. She rose to her paws, quick as lightening, "Want to play Warriors?" Ashenpaw asked, as though she were a kit, not an exhausted apprentice. She puffed out her chest indignantly, as though her own words were offended her. "Or, erm... What ever you want to do." The awkwardness that had been in the nursery had followed them to the clearing, the awkwardness that made it so that embarrassment hung to every word that came out of their maws.
(Sorry for the shortness!)

[FlashFanatic]

Nutpaw slipped out of thethe apprentice's den, ready for a day of training. He hopped down the rocks with ease, and when he reached the floor, he bounded into the clearing, halting to a stop. He reached the side of the warrior's den, and crouched down, ready to scare his mentor when she came out. Nutpaw was too jumpy, so he got out of his hiding place and stuck his head inside of the warrior's den. "Meadowfall!!!!" He yelled, not realizing he just woke her up.
Lyra

[lyra]

Meadowfall padded out of the den, her tail tip twitching in annoyance. Her golden fur shined in the sun, which also made her warm. "Nutpaw be quiet," She said, holding back a hiss. Looking at her new apprentice, Meadowfall saw he was very energetic, so it was a good thing she was training him today. I'll make sure Nutpaws tired out by the end, The she-cat promised to herself. After stretching her legs, she asked," Are you ready to train today?"

[Starfall]

Open for anybody
Sweetkit scrambled out of the nursery, the cream colored tom huffed as he hit the ground, kicking up dirt. The kit got up and shook himself off, sneezing as some dirt got in his nose. Looking around the young tom scanned the clearing, observing his clanmates as they went on with normal day life. Sighing sweetkit got up and padded twards a mossball, boredly kicking it around as he pouted.

[SIlverheart_the_Warrior]

Open for anybody
Sweetkit scrambled out of the nursery, the cream colored tom huffed as he hit the ground, kicking up dirt. The kit got up and shook himself off, sneezing as some dirt got in his nose. Looking around the young tom scanned the clearing, observing his clanmates as they went on with normal day life. Sighing sweetkit got up and padded twards a mossball, boredly kicking it around as he pouted.
Midnight kit was also very bored.She saw Sweetkit playing and bounded over."Hi!" She said excitedly."Can I join you?" The she kit asked.

[Starfall]

Sweetkit turned and looked at the newcomer, the cream colored tom snorted "might as well, I have nothing better to do." He said rudely,then turned and flicked the mossball twards the she cat "what's your name anyways? Mines sweetkit." He stated as he gave the she cat a smug look.

[SIlverheart_the_Warrior]

Sweetkit turned and looked at the newcomer, the cream colored tom snorted "might as well, I have nothing better to do." He said rudely,then turned and flicked the mossball twards the she cat "what's your name anyways? Mines sweetkit." He stated as he gave the she cat a smug look.
"Midnightkit!" She said happily,batting the moss ball back over to him with her black paws.

[Starfall]

SIlverheart_the_Warrior
Sweetkit sighed and flicked the moss ball back to his new friend "well...I guess it's a pleasure to meet you" the cream colored kit said with a huff. "So...who's your parents?" He asked, wanting to get to know the she cat better.

[dino.]

Name: Foxkit
Age: 5 3/4 moons (nearly ready to become an apprentice)
Gender: Tom
Looks: Russet with black ears and paws, fluffy white tipped tail
Personality: Fearless, kind, and loyal
Other: Some cats mistake him as a fox cub because he looks so much like one

[SIlverheart_the_Warrior]

SIlverheart_the_Warrior
Sweetkit sighed and flicked the moss ball back to his new friend "well...I guess it's a pleasure to meet you" the cream colored kit said with a huff. "So...who's your parents?" He asked, wanting to get to know the she cat better.
"W-Well,my dad is Rock feather." Midnightkit said,flicking her tail to an dark brown tabby who was coming into the clearing, with an mouse in his jaws."And my mum is,well....she died during kitting." The she-kit looked sad for an moment before hitting the moss ball back over to Sweetkit.

[lone]

Peaking her head out of the nusery first, brambles and small throrn caught againstAshwnpaw's long, rust-grey pelt. As the young apprentice heaved the rest of her body out of the nursery, Ashenpaw shook her fur to free any of the small twigs of bramble. As the she-cat gathered her bearings, Ashenpaw strode over to Pantherkit, as though she were stalking a piece of prey. Many cats didn't think that the way she walked was her actual gait, and would tear into her slightly every time that they saw her Hopefully he doesn't notice... Ashenpaw thought to herself as she scooted over to her kit-friend, her amber eyes having a solemn yet amused glaze. "I'm assuming you like it.. It is quite nice, especially at sunhigh." Ashenpaw's mind wasnt on the conversation that would stir up, but by the fact that the clearing was more beautiful than ever; though it was afternoon, there was still a slight glimmer of dew on the camp, which made the pebbles that were normally hard under paw, soft and squishy, a form if mud, really. Ashenpaw, letting the small kit side that still lurked in her diciplined apprentice, dug her paw into a muddish section of gravel, making it so that her paw print embedded the ground. The leaf-fall season had been alright so far, though so early in the season, Ashenpaw knew that it would get worse. The fresh-kill pile was already starting to deacrease, the apprentice could only hope it wouldn't too harsh like the elder stories always said. When Ashenpaw's tailtwitvhed at the thought, it landed on Pantherkit's, reminding her that she wasn't alone. She rose to her paws, quick as lightening, "Want to play Warriors?" Ashenpaw asked, as though she were a kit, not an exhausted apprentice. She puffed out her chest indignantly, as though her own words were offended her. "Or, erm... What ever you want to do." The awkwardness that had been in the nursery had followed them to the clearing, the awkwardness that made it so that embarrassment hung to every word that came out of their maws.
(Sorry for the shortness!)
Pantherkit, being the observant young tom that he was, noticed Ashenpaw's odd way of walking and was preparing to ask why she was walking like that when he realized that that might be a little bit of a strange question to ask. Considering that she had been so kind to him, he didn't want to end up offending her by asking her a rude question. Pantherkit smiled at the older she cat, the tip of his sleek black tail twitching as he glanced around again, trying to take it all in at the same time. His expression was that of a kid who had either just been born and was looking at the nursery for the first fmes, or of a new apprentice, venturing out into the territory along with their mentor for the first time. Pantherkit gave a pleased sigh, followed by a steady, constant purr as Ashenpaw moved over towards him. "Oh yes, it's absolutely beautiful...I love it so much," He purred in the most pleased tone he had used in moons. Well, at least what seemed like moons to him, which actually might have been a matter of days or indeed, even hours. Pantherkit turned his attentions away from his female companion and onto what seemed a much more important project for him to deal with. He grinned at Ashenpaw, his expression becoming lighter again and the mood seemed go have changed once again. Somehow Pantherkit could change emotions or at least look like he was doing so very rapidly, when the reality of the situation was that it simply appeared that way or he would remember a sad or balky memory and either begin to laugh or suddenly become very quiet. "Of course, I love playing warriors...I'll be Pantherstar, the fearless leader and you can be my trusted deputy...unless of course, you want to be leader," Pantherkit mewed politely. Ashenpaw did look more the part with her larger and stronger build, although there was no doubt that Pantherkit was well muscled for his age.

[Ivyshade]

Sparrowstripe watched the antics of the kits from where he lay not far from the fresh-kill pile. He yawned and put his head on his forepaws sleepily. No more night patrols for me... he thought to himself before drifting off to sleep.

[Brunch]

Pantherkit, being the observant young tom that he was, noticed Ashenpaw's odd way of walking and was preparing to ask why she was walking like that when he realized that that might be a little bit of a strange question to ask. Considering that she had been so kind to him, he didn't want to end up offending her by asking her a rude question. Pantherkit smiled at the older she cat, the tip of his sleek black tail twitching as he glanced around again, trying to take it all in at the same time. His expression was that of a kid who had either just been born and was looking at the nursery for the first fmes, or of a new apprentice, venturing out into the territory along with their mentor for the first time. Pantherkit gave a pleased sigh, followed by a steady, constant purr as Ashenpaw moved over towards him. "Oh yes, it's absolutely beautiful...I love it so much," He purred in the most pleased tone he had used in moons. Well, at least what seemed like moons to him, which actually might have been a matter of days or indeed, even hours. Pantherkit turned his attentions away from his female companion and onto what seemed a much more important project for him to deal with. He grinned at Ashenpaw, his expression becoming lighter again and the mood seemed go have changed once again. Somehow Pantherkit could change emotions or at least look like he was doing so very rapidly, when the reality of the situation was that it simply appeared that way or he would remember a sad or balky memory and either begin to laugh or suddenly become very quiet. "Of course, I love playing warriors...I'll be Pantherstar, the fearless leader and you can be my trusted deputy...unless of course, you want to be leader," Pantherkit mewed politely. Ashenpaw did look more the part with her larger and stronger build, although there was no doubt that Pantherkit was well muscled for his age.
The amber eyes of Ashenpaw landed softly on Pantherkit's large body; she was enjoying himself outside of the nursery. No matter how much she missed being a jovial kit, Ashenpaw knew how difficult it could be, with being stuck in the nursery with all of the whimpering kits. Inhaling deeply, the scent of the clan stinging her lungs. Though the same scent stuck to her pelt, Ashenpaw hated it; it was rancid, and sometimes made her nauseated. When a corrupt expression came across her elegant features, many cats would ask her why, and Ashenpaw would normally race away from her accomplice to avoid the question. The apprentice attempted to keep the look from coming across her features, and - luckily for her- it never appeared. As the kit wanted to play Warrior with her, a small smile escalated across her maw. "Sure!" Ashenpaw replied with up most happiness, "Well, you're about as big as me, so you need to be leader.. I'll be you're loyal deputy Ashenclaw" Ashenpaw's amber eyes lit up as she slinked into somewhat of a hunting stance, advancing towards a fanciful cat, "Pantherstar, there are rouges attacking camp," the apprentice whispered over her shoulder to her colleague. At that very moment, Ashenpaw shifted her weight on to her hind legs; she leaped into the air, and landed on the imaginary cat with claws unsheathed, and half snarl half smile spread across her features. "Look out behind you, Pantherstar! A rouge!" Ashenpaw flicked her tail, indicating for Pantherkit to attack the surreal cat of the apprentice's imagination. Happiness paraded from Ashenpaw, floating around the clearing, a small giggle escaped from Ashenpaw's mouth, as though what she was seeing in the imaginary cat was amusing.

[lone]

The amber eyes of Ashenpaw landed softly on Pantherkit's large body; she was enjoying himself outside of the nursery. No matter how much she missed being a jovial kit, Ashenpaw knew how difficult it could be, with being stuck in the nursery with all of the whimpering kits. Inhaling deeply, the scent of the clan stinging her lungs. Though the same scent stuck to her pelt, Ashenpaw hated it; it was rancid, and sometimes made her nauseated. When a corrupt expression came across her elegant features, many cats would ask her why, and Ashenpaw would normally race away from her accomplice to avoid the question. The apprentice attempted to keep the look from coming across her features, and - luckily for her- it never appeared. As the kit wanted to play Warrior with her, a small smile escalated across her maw. "Sure!" Ashenpaw replied with up most happiness, "Well, you're about as big as me, so you need to be leader.. I'll be you're loyal deputy Ashenclaw" Ashenpaw's amber eyes lit up as she slinked into somewhat of a hunting stance, advancing towards a fanciful cat, "Pantherstar, there are rouges attacking camp," the apprentice whispered over her shoulder to her colleague. At that very moment, Ashenpaw shifted her weight on to her hind legs; she leaped into the air, and landed on the imaginary cat with claws unsheathed, and half snarl half smile spread across her features. "Look out behind you, Pantherstar! A rouge!" Ashenpaw flicked her tail, indicating for Pantherkit to attack the surreal cat of the apprentice's imagination. Happiness paraded from Ashenpaw, floating around the clearing, a small giggle escaped from Ashenpaw's mouth, as though what she was seeing in the imaginary cat was amusing.
Pantherkit smiled, for once glad about how big he was. Sometimes it was a curse, seeing as how Mothers didn't want him to squish their smaller kits and would sometimes make efforts in keeping him away from them. It wasn't a nice feeling at all; and it often made him feel like he didn't really have much of a home in SkyClan. Although he knew things would get better, once he was an apprentice he would be able to train and there would be other cats that were more his size like Ashenpaw, and the smaller ones might feel more comfortable around him. He was wondering if he would even want to play with kits anymore once he was an apprentice, although having Ashenpaw spend time with him had made him feel good. So perhaps he would, depending on how picky their Mothers were. Pantherkit's yellow hues sprung open in play alarm and he spun around, beginning to battle the pretend rogue. "Warriors, attack!" He mewed, getting lost in the game and imagining there were dozens of warriors at his command, waiting for him to give them their next command. He pretended to pin the rogue to the ground. "Get out of here, and count yourself lucky," Pantherkit snarled, springing off of the imaginary rogue and turning to his companion, springing just a few pawsteps away from her and pretending to knock another rogue to the ground. "I got your back," He mewed with a grin. He knew that was something that warriors did; they protected each other, right? Working together for the Clan. His face grew more excited, and his actions began to grow more and more animated, until he was practically flying all over the place. He rarely got to play; he rarely went outside of the nursery and there wasn't too much room to play in there. As the second imaginary rogue sprinted away, he looked around at the "battleground." Almost everything had transformed...the cats who were sitting and talking were now battling each other, the ones lying on the ground were either dead or wounded, and the ones just walking around were also attacking other cats. In Pantherkit's mind, there was no end to his imagination...he could turn even the simplest of things into a battleground or some other scene. His face was positively alight with excitement, his yellow hues snapping eagerly and the polite, well mannered kit from earlier seemed to have disappeared, in it's place a wild, overexcited one.

[Starfall]

"W-Well,my dad is Rock feather." Midnightkit said,flicking her tail to an dark brown tabby who was coming into the clearing, with an mouse in his jaws."And my mum is,well....she died during kitting." The she-kit looked sad for an moment before hitting the moss ball back over to Sweetkit.
Sweetkit twiched his whiskers and looked at midnightkit quizzically "well, there's no use pouting about it...move on...honestly, what kindove warrior cries over something that happened in the past, move forward..."the kit said as he gave the other she kit a rare encouraging smile as he grabbed the mossball with his jaws and began to run away, expecting the other to try and follow.

[Brunch]

Pantherkit smiled, for once glad about how big he was. Sometimes it was a curse, seeing as how Mothers didn't want him to squish their smaller kits and would sometimes make efforts in keeping him away from them. It wasn't a nice feeling at all; and it often made him feel like he didn't really have much of a home in SkyClan. Although he knew things would get better, once he was an apprentice he would be able to train and there would be other cats that were more his size like Ashenpaw, and the smaller ones might feel more comfortable around him. He was wondering if he would even want to play with kits anymore once he was an apprentice, although having Ashenpaw spend time with him had made him feel good. So perhaps he would, depending on how picky their Mothers were. Pantherkit's yellow hues sprung open in play alarm and he spun around, beginning to battle the pretend rogue. "Warriors, attack!" He mewed, getting lost in the game and imagining there were dozens of warriors at his command, waiting for him to give them their next command. He pretended to pin the rogue to the ground. "Get out of here, and count yourself lucky," Pantherkit snarled, springing off of the imaginary rogue and turning to his companion, springing just a few pawsteps away from her and pretending to knock another rogue to the ground. "I got your back," He mewed with a grin. He knew that was something that warriors did; they protected each other, right? Working together for the Clan. His face grew more excited, and his actions began to grow more and more animated, until he was practically flying all over the place. He rarely got to play; he rarely went outside of the nursery and there wasn't too much room to play in there. As the second imaginary rogue sprinted away, he looked around at the "battleground." Almost everything had transformed...the cats who were sitting and talking were now battling each other, the ones lying on the ground were either dead or wounded, and the ones just walking around were also attacking other cats. In Pantherkit's mind, there was no end to his imagination...he could turn even the simplest of things into a battleground or some other scene. His face was positively alight with excitement, his yellow hues snapping eagerly and the polite, well mannered kit from earlier seemed to have disappeared, in it's place a wild, overexcited one.
"Thanks," the small apprentice huffed, enacting the idea of battle, and how it seemed to her. Ashenpaw's eyes lit up as a small kit, at least the age of a one moon, was getting snatched by another rouge. As the imaginated battlefield grew to an even bigger size, Ashenpaw hobbled on to her hind legs, bracing herself for the magnificent surge she was about to preform. "They have a kit!" Ashenpaw bellowed, her rust-gray pelt bristling as she leaped towards the figurative menace. She forced her body to rupture against the ground, or her invisible attacker; Ashenpaw threw herself full force towards the rouge, and landed with a large Thud!. The youthful apprentice reared on her hind legs, and let out a long hiss, and she flailed her paws, claws sheathed in her small paws, though in the imaginary battlefield, her claws were unsheathed and her adversary was bleeding. The rouge had dropped the kit and was running away, "Coward!' Ashenpaw yowled at the scampering cat. As Ashenpaw bowed her head towards the small kit, she clutched it between her teeth, and put it back in the entrance to the nursery. As Ashenpaw turned towards Pantherkit, thinking that it was a cat of her artistry, the apprentice leapt into the air, angling herself towards the tom. Though she wasn't aware of Pantherkit being a real cat, she still abated herself. The she-cat was heading straight for the tom, her paws stretched out, though her claws sheathed.

[SIlverheart_the_Warrior]

Sweetkit twiched his whiskers and looked at midnightkit quizzically "well, there's no use pouting about it...move on...honestly, what kindove warrior cries over something that happened in the past, move forward..."the kit said as he gave the other she kit a rare encouraging smile as he grabbed the mossball with his jaws and began to run away, expecting the other to try and follow.

Midnightkit smiled and ran after him.She caught up with him soon,and grabbed the mossball from him,running in the opposite direction of Sweetkit.

[lone]

"Thanks," the small apprentice huffed, enacting the idea of battle, and how it seemed to her. Ashenpaw's eyes lit up as a small kit, at least the age of a one moon, was getting snatched by another rouge. As the imaginated battlefield grew to an even bigger size, Ashenpaw hobbled on to her hind legs, bracing herself for the magnificent surge she was about to preform. "They have a kit!" Ashenpaw bellowed, her rust-gray pelt bristling as she leaped towards the figurative menace. She forced her body to rupture against the ground, or her invisible attacker; Ashenpaw threw herself full force towards the rouge, and landed with a large Thud!. The youthful apprentice reared on her hind legs, and let out a long hiss, and she flailed her paws, claws sheathed in her small paws, though in the imaginary battlefield, her claws were unsheathed and her adversary was bleeding. The rouge had dropped the kit and was running away, "Coward!' Ashenpaw yowled at the scampering cat. As Ashenpaw bowed her head towards the small kit, she clutched it between her teeth, and put it back in the entrance to the nursery. As Ashenpaw turned towards Pantherkit, thinking that it was a cat of her artistry, the apprentice leapt into the air, angling herself towards the tom. Though she wasn't aware of Pantherkit being a real cat, she still abated herself. The she-cat was heading straight for the tom, her paws stretched out, though her claws sheathed.
Pantherkit continued to fight on the imaginary battlefield, knowing how strange it must look for him to be jumping and slashing at nothing, but frankly he didn't care. He was having fun, more than he had in a long time as a matter of fact, and he was enjoying every single second of it. Pantherkit spun around to talk to his "deputy," his tail lashing in mock anger, his yellow hues flitting around the clearing as he watched the battle scene commencing. To his surprise, he saw Ashenpaw leaping through the air towards him, obviously preparing to pin him to the ground. "Ashenpaw, wait!" He squeaked out, and although he was about her size, he knew there wasn't much he was going to be able to do against an apprentice. Even being a young apprentice, Ashenpaw had still had training, which was more than he had. At least her claws were sheathed, otherwise Pantherkit would have had to brace himself to be clawed, which was something the young tom absolutely hated. It had happened once before, on accident, and had left a nasty mark although luckily no scar. The fantasy seemed to fade before his eyes as surprise set in, and he was disappointed to find the clearing as before, calm and with no signs of rogues, cats fighting, and no dead or wounded cats, although even if it had been real he would have preferred not to see the last one. Not unless they were rogues, at any rate. Pantherkit didn't have enough time to jump out of the way, as he knew, and even if he wanted to he was practically frozen in shock, which was one of the young tom's flaws. It seemed that whenever he was placed in a frightening situation, he would just freeze up, as though the world around him had stopped moving.

[Mango]

Cucumberpickle sat bored, not really interested. He licked his paw and lay in the November sun, soon dozing off.

[lyra]

Meadowfall padded out of the den, her tail tip twitching in annoyance. Her golden fur shined in the sun, which also made her warm. "Nutpaw be quiet," She said, holding back a hiss. Looking at her new apprentice, Meadowfall saw he was very energetic, so it was a good thing she was training him today. I'll make sure Nutpaws tired out by the end, The she-cat promised to herself. After stretching her legs, she asked," Are you ready to train today?"

Bump TehDerpyShoelace

[Starfall]

Moonfur
Rainpebble was napping in th sun, the sound of her breathing was raspy and uneven, the old silver she cat awoke with a start.After she looked around she remembered that she was in Skyclan "I'm getting too old for this'll....it may be time for me to move to the elders den." She said as she wrapped her tail around herself.

[judas]

Littlepaw sat in the clearing and groomed her fur. She looked around and saw Rainpebble."Hey Rainpebble, how are you?" She asked.

[Starfall]

Moonfur
Rainpebble looked up and spotted an apprentice a few fox lengths away from her, the silver warrior smiled "oh nothing, just lazing around soaking in the sun." She purred "what about you?"she began, then let out a defeated sigh "my memories running away from me, I can't recall your name." She said sheepishly as she looked at the apprentice.

[The Cannibal]

Raywood
It had been over a moon since Grouseflurry was selected to be the deputy of Skyclan, the clan finally seeming to settle back down after the disappearances of the previous deputy and such, getting back into the comfortable groove of things. He took his apprentice out for training every other day, working hard to get the young tom to be as good as he wanted to be, answering any and all questions that he asked, providing help whenever he could, typical Grouse for you really.
Many cats, who may not have known the brown tabby were quickly warming up to him, though that was pretty expected due to his charismatic and cheerful personality. In some cases, his energy and optimism were quite infectious and some cats just couldn't help.. Liking this tom. Even if they wanted to hate him, they found themselves smiling like complete fools when he was around, unable to stop themselves from grinning when he said his greetings to them.
But was this what the clan needed for deputy?
Some could wonder that perhaps a cheerful, naive cat would not be the best cat, what if he couldn't get serious in a situation that required it? What if he wasn't firm enough with loners at the border? How would he deal with a traitor, would he forgive him because he saw the best in every cat? Some cats argued that it would be better to have a stern, level-headed cat rather than one that everyone just simply liked. Of course these arguments were never spoken in the presence of the deputy, fearful that the polite and incredibly nice tom would hear them, they couldn't bring themselves to want to hurting his feelings because he's never done anything wrong to any cat.

With a content sigh, the decently muscled brown tabby padded through the camp entrance, several squirrels and a single robin dangling from his jaws as he headed towards the fresh kill pile, his tail held high as it usually was, a sign of his perpetual happiness that he wasn't afraid to show. No one should be afraid of expressing their happiness, that's what he believed and often said.
Sunlight dancing on and dappling along his back, he would stoop his head down and carefully drop his catches on the pile with the slightest flick of his tail, green eyes glancing upward and squinting just slightly as he looked at the canopy of the tree's, seeing the shadow of a bird flit from one branch to another, the golden rays of light catching his eyes and almost causing them to shimmer like a green crystal, an emerald. After several moments of looking up at the light, he had to shake his head a bit and blink away from looking upwards, what was he doing looking at the canopy anyways?
Chuckling quietly to himself, the deputy would swivel his head around slowly, looking at the cats in the clearing, trying to gather a census of who was here, what they were doing and perhaps if anyone would be open for a small chat over a sunhigh meal, something he quite enjoyed partaking in.
So while his gaze swept over the cats of the clearing, he would stoop his head down again and nose through the pile carefully before selecting a thrush, lifting his head up with the piece of prey hanging there by its tail feathers, he would continue to look for perhaps a cat to chat with.

[Octavia]

Stumbling out of the apprentice den and into the clearing, a rather nervous Skyepaw found herself looking around, what was her mentors name!? She clearly was losing it and would never be fit to be a warrior if she couldn't remember his name. The new apprentice had only lived in the clan for five moons, surely she could remember someone's name by now.






Aetherwing on the otherhand was lounging out on a rock, sunning himself, he didn't mind the thought that the pair of rescues were a little late. They'd figure out today when they were supposed to be up. Tomorrow would be when the fun began, looking over upon hearing the bumbling that was Skyepaw he looked for the apprentice's friend, Mistypaw, who would be his apprentice.

[Derpple and Ashie]

Stumbling out of the apprentice den and into the clearing, a rather nervous Skyepaw found herself looking around, what was her mentors name!? She clearly was losing it and would never be fit to be a warrior if she couldn't remember his name. The new apprentice had only lived in the clan for five moons, surely she could remember someone's name by now.






Aetherwing on the otherhand was lounging out on a rock, sunning himself, he didn't mind the thought that the pair of rescues were a little late. They'd figure out today when they were supposed to be up. Tomorrow would be when the fun began, looking over upon hearing the bumbling that was Skyepaw he looked for the apprentice's friend, Mistypaw, who would be his apprentice.

Mistypaw came rushing out of the apprentice's den behind her friend, glancing around for their mentors and hoping their tardiness was only in their minds. She tried to smooth out her fur once again to look presentable but her nerves was making the short silvery tufts rise back up again. "There's mine," she whispered to Skyepaw, "Where's yours?"

"Here," meowed the she-cat, Bramblestripe walking up behind them with a soft frown. "You-you you're late," she stammered, the rosy brown she-cat flicked her bushy tail. "We-we start at dawn, it's al-most noon." She seemed uncomfortable talking, the usually quiet female trying to branch out and learn how to talk more often. She had to if she wanted to properly train Skyepaw, and she refused to fail the future warrior.

"Sorry," quietly meowed Mistypaw, averting her gaze.

[lone]

~for Octavia~

Ashfeather padded into the clearing, the gentle silvery she cat sitting down and wrapping her tail around her paws. Her dark ocean colored blue hues scanned the clearing, looking fairly interested- and a little worried at the same time. She often looked like that, without trying to. The young warrior's tail flicked a little and she gave a small smile towards a few of the cats she saw, although she didn't try to make conversation with any of them. She tended to get nervous when she did so. Her thoughts were a little worried, although based on her calm demeanor, it didn't appear that way. She looked as though she were thinking rather than wondering what she should do and worrying about getting looks from other cats. She didn't like to be stared at...she really didn't like it. It made her feel uncomfortable. This is probably why I don't have too many friends, she thought to herself with a slight shrug. It was true; the young she cat didn't really have a lot of friends. In fact, she had next to none, although that was perfectly alright with her. She preferred it that way, to have just a few close friends that she could trust, rather than a bunch of friends that she couldn't. The she cat yawned, stretching out until she was almost laying down, her tail uncurled from her paws and now stretched out nearly all the way behind her.

[Octavia]

Mistypaw came rushing out of the apprentice's den behind her friend, glancing around for their mentors and hoping their tardiness was only in their minds. She tried to smooth out her fur once again to look presentable but her nerves was making the short silvery tufts rise back up again. "There's mine," she whispered to Skyepaw, "Where's yours?"

"Here," meowed the she-cat, Bramblestripe walking up behind them with a soft frown. "You-you you're late," she stammered, the rosy brown she-cat flicked her bushy tail. "We-we start at dawn, it's al-most noon." She seemed uncomfortable talking, the usually quiet female trying to branch out and learn how to talk more often. She had to if she wanted to properly train Skyepaw, and she refused to fail the future warrior.

"Sorry," quietly meowed Mistypaw, averting her gaze.

"I-I" Skyepaw murmured before quieting up, noticing that her mentor had revealed herself, tail twitching to the side, she could only nod her head a few times. "I forgot, the sun woke me up much later than in the nursery.." she admitted, not sure what else to say, before dipping her head "... I am ready for what punishment you deem fit."


Aetherwing on the other paw was giggling a bit, nodding his head at Mistypaw. "It's alright, I had my first day at one point in my loooooong loooooong life, gosh surely I should be thrown in the elders den already. It feels like a thousand moons already." The tom clearly had a style of mentoring that differed from the norm, or maybe Mistypaw wouldn't know?

[Derpple and Ashie]

"I-I" Skyepaw murmured before quieting up, noticing that her mentor had revealed herself, tail twitching to the side, she could only nod her head a few times. "I forgot, the sun woke me up much later than in the nursery.." she admitted, not sure what else to say, before dipping her head "... I am ready for what punishment you deem fit."


Aetherwing on the other paw was giggling a bit, nodding his head at Mistypaw. "It's alright, I had my first day at one point in my loooooong loooooong life, gosh surely I should be thrown in the elders den already. It feels like a thousand moons already." The tom clearly had a style of mentoring that differed from the norm, or maybe Mistypaw wouldn't know?

Bramblestripe was only able to keep the stern expression up for a few moments longer, and then turned her gaze to the side as well. "Just try to d-do better tomorrow." Then she grew quiet, and let Aetherwing do all the talking. She hoped he wouldn't mind that she'd prefer to pair their apprentices up, and thusly themselves, for training. Afterall, their apprentices seemed to be friends already and she knew she preferred training with those she knew when she was an apprentice.

Mistypaw blinked at her mentor, and then gave an eager nod of her head. "How old are you?" She questioned simply, wondering just how much wisdom he must possess if he claimed he could be an elder.

[Fawn]

Duskflight

The past moon or so had flew by like a blur, leaving Rabbitfluff half dizzy and half lost in its wake considering the way things appeared to be changing quickly and without warning. The leadership was enough of a challenge to stomach when growing accustomed to change wasn't his specialty, then to tack on his mate's disappearance with a deputy being appointed in the empty position. Rabbitfluff had nothing against either Lemonstar or Grouseflurry, but the former he was beginning to question in skill. The Clan wasn't in dire need of direction, but where in StarClan's name was he? Lately, it felt as if Grouseflurry was doing the vast majority of the work around SkyClan, despite his status as a deputy.

Grouseflurry was more of an enigma to the lithe tom, not that he had put in a ton of effort into getting to understand who he was, aside from a diligent warrior. Minus their initial meeting, there'd been an extreme lack of formal interaction between the two, and therefore he didn't believe it was right to pass judgment on a cat he didn't even know personally.Taking into consideration Lemonstar's absence, and how the Clan hadn't fallen to pieces yet, he could safely assume he wasn't the worst deputy in the world.

The other piece that hinted at his supposedly good nature was the rest of SkyClan's reactions to him, which hadn't gone unnoticed by Rabbitfluff. Certainly, he took a little longer to warm up to new faces, but everyone else seemed head-over-heels for Grouseflurry, whereas he failed to see the appeal in the tom. It wasn't that he disliked him, but he simply couldn't grasp what was likable to that extent. The timing of his thoughts were perfect, as he glanced up from the mouse he was working on to notice a rather happy-looking Grouseflurry padding through the camp entrance with the day's catches.

Rabbitfluff returned to his own fresh kill, staring blankly at it since his appetite had faded and left him only able to eat small meals intermittently throughout the day without getting sick.

[Octavia]

~for Octavia~

Ashfeather padded into the clearing, the gentle silvery she cat sitting down and wrapping her tail around her paws. Her dark ocean colored blue hues scanned the clearing, looking fairly interested- and a little worried at the same time. She often looked like that, without trying to. The young warrior's tail flicked a little and she gave a small smile towards a few of the cats she saw, although she didn't try to make conversation with any of them. She tended to get nervous when she did so. Her thoughts were a little worried, although based on her calm demeanor, it didn't appear that way. She looked as though she were thinking rather than wondering what she should do and worrying about getting looks from other cats. She didn't like to be stared at...she really didn't like it. It made her feel uncomfortable. This is probably why I don't have too many friends, she thought to herself with a slight shrug. It was true; the young she cat didn't really have a lot of friends. In fact, she had next to none, although that was perfectly alright with her. She preferred it that way, to have just a few close friends that she could trust, rather than a bunch of friends that she couldn't. The she cat yawned, stretching out until she was almost laying down, her tail uncurled from her paws and now stretched out nearly all the way behind her.

Ashenstorm would be nearby of course, his tail flicking to and from, the last couple moons had been different, and it was nice having someone he could lean on and talk to who understood that sometimes he had a hard grasp with forming the words in his mind out loud. The mottled dark colored tom could only hold back so much, and often it was nice to curl up next to the shy she-cat, she knew what to say to him often enough. As it stood the tom was wandering back into the camp a trio of mice dangling from his maw, the fact he had been hunting was obvious. The pride that he had done so well was not so obvious, maybe perhaps he had done it for the clan, and maybe perhaps little bit to show off to his mate who happened to be in the clearing as he dropped off the prey. Turning back to head on over the tom's tail flicked back and forth excitedly, his gait becoming more giddy happy. She made his day quite easily. Ending up along her side the tom leaned down to brush his muzzle along Ashfeather's side, purring quietly.

[Octavia]

Derpple and Ashie
Skyepaw could only cough quietly in apologies "I-uhm... sorry, it won't happen again" the she-cat mumbled out bashfully, who knows, maybe the pair will have a bashful-contest, who ever squeaks first loses. Shaking the stray thought away she looked up at her mentor, "Bramblestripe, what's my punishment?" She finally managed to ask, preparing for the worst? Perhaps she'd get exiled if she failed again like this?

Aetherwing on the other paw was having the hardest time keeping a straight face? "How old am I?" He asked himself, quizzically, as if he was going senile for a moment, "Well how old am I, there was the great flooding... the fox attacks... the time pigs flew..." mumbling off to himself for the moment before gasping and looking over., "I know exactly how old I am! I'm old enough to mentor you!" He beamed with a smirk, glancing over to Bramblestripe, as if his humor was pretty good or something

[lone]

Ashenstorm would be nearby of course, his tail flicking to and from, the last couple moons had been different, and it was nice having someone he could lean on and talk to who understood that sometimes he had a hard grasp with forming the words in his mind out loud. The mottled dark colored tom could only hold back so much, and often it was nice to curl up next to the shy she-cat, she knew what to say to him often enough. As it stood the tom was wandering back into the camp a trio of mice dangling from his maw, the fact he had been hunting was obvious. The pride that he had done so well was not so obvious, maybe perhaps he had done it for the clan, and maybe perhaps little bit to show off to his mate who happened to be in the clearing as he dropped off the prey. Turning back to head on over the tom's tail flicked back and forth excitedly, his gait becoming more giddy happy. She made his day quite easily. Ending up along her side the tom leaned down to brush his muzzle along Ashfeather's side, purring quietly.
Ashfeather looked up to see her mate entering the clearing, his maw filled with several mice. Her hues lit up with happiness, and she began to purr eagerly as he passed over towards her, raising her hues up to look at him as he ventured over. "How was your day? I saw your catch...it was great, you did good," She purred, brushing her tail along him and giving his shoulder a quick lick. Ashfeather loved spending time with Ashenstorm, he was one of the few cats she had met who wasn't loud or pushy. And he was definitely an ideal companion. A wonderful companion. Someone that she loved to have by her side and someone she was proud to call her mate. If she wasn't so shy, she probably would have been more than happy to announce it to the Clan. But as it was, that would probably terrify her as well as embarrass her, so she held her tongue. She brushed her tail around him again, a small smile on her maw as she did so, purring contentedly with her sides vibrating in the slightest way.

[Derpple and Ashie]

Derpple and Ashie
Skyepaw could only cough quietly in apologies "I-uhm... sorry, it won't happen again" the she-cat mumbled out bashfully, who knows, maybe the pair will have a bashful-contest, who ever squeaks first loses. Shaking the stray thought away she looked up at her mentor, "Bramblestripe, what's my punishment?" She finally managed to ask, preparing for the worst? Perhaps she'd get exiled if she failed again like this?

Aetherwing on the other paw was having the hardest time keeping a straight face? "How old am I?" He asked himself, quizzically, as if he was going senile for a moment, "Well how old am I, there was the great flooding... the fox attacks... the time pigs flew..." mumbling off to himself for the moment before gasping and looking over., "I know exactly how old I am! I'm old enough to mentor you!" He beamed with a smirk, glancing over to Bramblestripe, as if his humor was pretty good or something

"I su-pose you can be forgive-iven it is your fir-st day," said Bramblestripe, before flicking her tail. "Just don't do it to-morrow okay?" Then she glanced at Aetherwing, and rolled her eyes. "Sure, pigs fl-ew, right." She poked the tom with her paw, and then retracted it as if she thought better of it and averted her gaze. "Let's get to the tra-tra-training place."

Mistypaw scrunched up her nose at her mentor, unamused and wondering if this was going to be what he was like the whole time, or if this was just because it was just the start of her apprenticeship. "I guess being old enough to mentor me is all that matters," she meowed, choking him up to being old and borderline senile.

[lone]

Pantherkit continued to fight on the imaginary battlefield, knowing how strange it must look for him to be jumping and slashing at nothing, but frankly he didn't care. He was having fun, more than he had in a long time as a matter of fact, and he was enjoying every single second of it. Pantherkit spun around to talk to his "deputy," his tail lashing in mock anger, his yellow hues flitting around the clearing as he watched the battle scene commencing. To his surprise, he saw Ashenpaw leaping through the air towards him, obviously preparing to pin him to the ground. "Ashenpaw, wait!" He squeaked out, and although he was about her size, he knew there wasn't much he was going to be able to do against an apprentice. Even being a young apprentice, Ashenpaw had still had training, which was more than he had. At least her claws were sheathed, otherwise Pantherkit would have had to brace himself to be clawed, which was something the young tom absolutely hated. It had happened once before, on accident, and had left a nasty mark although luckily no scar. The fantasy seemed to fade before his eyes as surprise set in, and he was disappointed to find the clearing as before, calm and with no signs of rogues, cats fighting, and no dead or wounded cats, although even if it had been real he would have preferred not to see the last one. Not unless they were rogues, at any rate. Pantherkit didn't have enough time to jump out of the way, as he knew, and even if he wanted to he was practically frozen in shock, which was one of the young tom's flaws. It seemed that whenever he was placed in a frightening situation, he would just freeze up, as though the world around him had stopped moving.

Bump for Cloudy

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight

The past moon or so had flew by like a blur, leaving Rabbitfluff half dizzy and half lost in its wake considering the way things appeared to be changing quickly and without warning. The leadership was enough of a challenge to stomach when growing accustomed to change wasn't his specialty, then to tack on his mate's disappearance with a deputy being appointed in the empty position. Rabbitfluff had nothing against either Lemonstar or Grouseflurry, but the former he was beginning to question in skill. The Clan wasn't in dire need of direction, but where in StarClan's name was he? Lately, it felt as if Grouseflurry was doing the vast majority of the work around SkyClan, despite his status as a deputy.

Grouseflurry was more of an enigma to the lithe tom, not that he had put in a ton of effort into getting to understand who he was, aside from a diligent warrior. Minus their initial meeting, there'd been an extreme lack of formal interaction between the two, and therefore he didn't believe it was right to pass judgment on a cat he didn't even know personally.Taking into consideration Lemonstar's absence, and how the Clan hadn't fallen to pieces yet, he could safely assume he wasn't the worst deputy in the world.

The other piece that hinted at his supposedly good nature was the rest of SkyClan's reactions to him, which hadn't gone unnoticed by Rabbitfluff. Certainly, he took a little longer to warm up to new faces, but everyone else seemed head-over-heels for Grouseflurry, whereas he failed to see the appeal in the tom. It wasn't that he disliked him, but he simply couldn't grasp what was likable to that extent. The timing of his thoughts were perfect, as he glanced up from the mouse he was working on to notice a rather happy-looking Grouseflurry padding through the camp entrance with the day's catches.

Rabbitfluff returned to his own fresh kill, staring blankly at it since his appetite had faded and left him only able to eat small meals intermittently throughout the day without getting sick.
Strangely enough, the thought that he was doing most of the work for the clan hadn't even crossed the tom's mind, nor the fact that he hadn't actually spoken to his good friend Lemonstar in a while either, much less seen the tom around the camp. But then again, being so busy, it was acceptable that the tom hadn't exactly thought about it, that and some may suggest that the brown tabby had a knack for forgetting things or becoming preoccupied with other things enough to actually forget certain things and since it wasn't exactly a problem for him, doing a bunch of work for the clan, it hadn't even made it onto the list of his priorities to think about it. In fact, he liked being busy like this, he was an energetic tom after all and sometimes he could perhaps get a bit irritable (hardly if you asked any other cat) if he had nothing to preoccupy himself with.

But I digress; the deputy, not long after taking a gander at the cats present in the clearing, had spotted a particularly pompous tom that he hadn't actually gotten a chance to speak to in a while. Our dear character Rabbitfluff! Immediately his features seemed to brighten seeing the cat that stared rather absently at his meal, Grouseflurry's tail curling in delight before he promptly made an approach to the reserved tom. There was plenty to catch up on, he was sure and so there was much excitement that radiated off of the tabby as he padded up before politely dipping his head and dropping his chosen meal in order to speak properly.

"Greetings Rabbitfluff, is there a chance that I could possibly join you in eating? It's been a while since our last encounter and I'd be interested in catching up if you'd allow me the pleasure." meowed the tom in a highly pleasant and warm voice, the usual tone that accompanied his words, the sound of a stifled purr caused there to be a strange sort of soft rumbling in his voice, but other than that it was fairly normal.
He wouldn't make a move to settle down until the other warrior gave him the go ahead, should the tom decide that he did not want to speak to Grouseflurry at the moment, the deputy would happily accept his decision and instead move on to eat by himself, or perhaps search for another cat to speak with as he ate, something he enjoyed doing as I may have stated before.

[Fawn]

Strangely enough, the thought that he was doing most of the work for the clan hadn't even crossed the tom's mind, nor the fact that he hadn't actually spoken to his good friend Lemonstar in a while either, much less seen the tom around the camp. But then again, being so busy, it was acceptable that the tom hadn't exactly thought about it, that and some may suggest that the brown tabby had a knack for forgetting things or becoming preoccupied with other things enough to actually forget certain things and since it wasn't exactly a problem for him, doing a bunch of work for the clan, it hadn't even made it onto the list of his priorities to think about it. In fact, he liked being busy like this, he was an energetic tom after all and sometimes he could perhaps get a bit irritable (hardly if you asked any other cat) if he had nothing to preoccupy himself with.

But I digress; the deputy, not long after taking a gander at the cats present in the clearing, had spotted a particularly pompous tom that he hadn't actually gotten a chance to speak to in a while. Our dear character Rabbitfluff! Immediately his features seemed to brighten seeing the cat that stared rather absently at his meal, Grouseflurry's tail curling in delight before he promptly made an approach to the reserved tom. There was plenty to catch up on, he was sure and so there was much excitement that radiated off of the tabby as he padded up before politely dipping his head and dropping his chosen meal in order to speak properly.

"Greetings Rabbitfluff, is there a chance that I could possibly join you in eating? It's been a while since our last encounter and I'd be interested in catching up if you'd allow me the pleasure." meowed the tom in a highly pleasant and warm voice, the usual tone that accompanied his words, the sound of a stifled purr caused there to be a strange sort of soft rumbling in his voice, but other than that it was fairly normal.
He wouldn't make a move to settle down until the other warrior gave him the go ahead, should the tom decide that he did not want to speak to Grouseflurry at the moment, the deputy would happily accept his decision and instead move on to eat by himself, or perhaps search for another cat to speak with as he ate, something he enjoyed doing as I may have stated before.
Disinterested, Rabbitfluff contemplated simply walking away from the fresh-kill or forcing himself to finish it for the sake of being polite.. but being polite to who? The warrior that'd caught it? The cream-and-brown tom hadn't a clue who would be benefiting from that course of action. He'd end up with a bellyache or nausea, and the original catcher probably would remain oblivious either way. That left the question of what to do, however. He could hunt for a replacement, though that required getting his paws dirty, and he would prefer to avoid that, if at all possible. It wasn't that Rabbitfluff was lazy, he didn't grasp the appeal in killing an animal so crudely, barbarically, for the gain of an additional meal given he hadn't been instructed to do so by a feline of authority.

Having already turned back to his food, he didn't immediately catch it when Grouseflurry reacted to him with happiness, but he did peer up after hearing the approach of pawsteps. Expression quizzical, he cocked his head to the side and waited for him to draw nearer, wondering if he'd receive some sort of explanation for the sudden interest, or an order from the deputy.

"Good day, Grouseflurry," Rabbitfluff meowed, not bothering to mask the hint of hesitance and questioning from his tone as he surveyed the tabby. The more he spoke, the more confused he became, perplexed that another clanmate would go out of his way to engage in a dialogue when it was as if the majority of SkyClan avoided him. Understandably.

Shuffling to make a bit of room for him, he gave an amiable,"If you'd like..? I hadn't been aware my company was so sought after." It was his roundabout method of inquiring what Grouseflurry might want to obtain from this interaction, as he surely wasn't here because he enjoyed what he had to share. With a lifetime of looking down upon others behind him, he doubted anyone would desire his friendship. While he knew Grouseflurry seemed to be sociable by nature, he didn't like the thought of being pitied. If that was why he'd come, Rabbitfluff decided he could kindly remove himself from his presence.

On the bright side, at least now he had an easy excuse to voice the compliments he'd mentally considered earlier. "I see it must be a lovely evening to hunt," he said, eyes briefly flicking to the rest of the catches Grouseflurry had retrieved. "Or perhaps you're just skilled." There was no sarcasm or malice coming from him, but instead almost a trace of amusement. "Does the prey flock to you as SkyClan seems to?"

[The Cannibal]

Disinterested, Rabbitfluff contemplated simply walking away from the fresh-kill or forcing himself to finish it for the sake of being polite.. but being polite to who? The warrior that'd caught it? The cream-and-brown tom hadn't a clue who would be benefiting from that course of action. He'd end up with a bellyache or nausea, and the original catcher probably would remain oblivious either way. That left the question of what to do, however. He could hunt for a replacement, though that required getting his paws dirty, and he would prefer to avoid that, if at all possible. It wasn't that Rabbitfluff was lazy, he didn't grasp the appeal in killing an animal so crudely, barbarically, for the gain of an additional meal given he hadn't been instructed to do so by a feline of authority.

Having already turned back to his food, he didn't immediately catch it when Grouseflurry reacted to him with happiness, but he did peer up after hearing the approach of pawsteps. Expression quizzical, he cocked his head to the side and waited for him to draw nearer, wondering if he'd receive some sort of explanation for the sudden interest, or an order from the deputy.

"Good day, Grouseflurry," Rabbitfluff meowed, not bothering to mask the hint of hesitance and questioning from his tone as he surveyed the tabby. The more he spoke, the more confused he became, perplexed that another clanmate would go out of his way to engage in a dialogue when it was as if the majority of SkyClan avoided him. Understandably.

Shuffling to make a bit of room for him, he gave an amiable,"If you'd like..? I hadn't been aware my company was so sought after." It was his roundabout method of inquiring what Grouseflurry might want to obtain from this interaction, as he surely wasn't here because he enjoyed what he had to share. With a lifetime of looking down upon others behind him, he doubted anyone would desire his friendship. While he knew Grouseflurry seemed to be sociable by nature, he didn't like the thought of being pitied. If that was why he'd come, Rabbitfluff decided he could kindly remove himself from his presence.

On the bright side, at least now he had an easy excuse to voice the compliments he'd mentally considered earlier. "I see it must be a lovely evening to hunt," he said, eyes briefly flicking to the rest of the catches Grouseflurry had retrieved. "Or perhaps you're just skilled." There was no sarcasm or malice coming from him, but instead almost a trace of amusement. "Does the prey flock to you as SkyClan seems to?"
Despite living a fast-paced, energetic life, there has never been a time that he hadn't paid attention to the emotion on another cat's face because, over the years, he's come to realize that some cats, that's all they could talk with, their emotions, their body language, some cats just weren't good at verbally speaking. When he was younger, he hadn't understood that and well, sometimes he forced cats into situations to speak when they didn't necessarily want to speak. He's learned from that mistake, he's learned to read how others are feeling, or as much as the emotions on their face allowed him to see. And so he didn't miss the quizzical look that had passed along Rabbitfluff's head as he approached. And he could guess why.

His head dipped slightly at the other warrior's returned greeting, taking a mental note of the hesitance and questioning tone that was very obviously present in the toms response. Grouseflurry knew that the smaller warrior in front of him wasn't exactly the most.. Popular in the clan and could understand the sort of doubtfulness that the tom might feel for his desire to conversate with him, though made no outward appearance that he noticed.

Finally allowing the trapped purr to escape his throat, it almost seemed to explode as Rabbitfluff made a somewhat awkward move to make room to suggest that the tabby could indeed join him in the feasting though that term is used lightly. Picking up his mouse, the deputy would eagerly settle down right next to the other tom, tucking his tail neatly to his side and holding his prey in his outstretched forepaws, head swiveled and focused in Rabbitfluff's direction, his signature warm and happy grin spreading his lips and showing his glinting white teeth. "Well I don't know about others, I can't really speak for them, but I can speak for me and say that I do enjoy your company! It's a shame that I haven't gotten to spend more time with you, it's been what? Nearly a moon! Maybe even longer!" There was an air of exasperation in his tone because truly, Grouseflurry was surprised it had been so long since the two of them last had a conversation and really, he didn't like that one bit. He tried to speak to every warrior he could as often as he could, get a census on how everyone was doing, that, and he just enjoyed talking with clanmates, they were like his family after all.

Ears swiveling slightly as the other cat spoke up, he carefully got to work on plucking the fur from the mouse he had chosen though his vibrant green eyes remained focused on Rabbitfluff. Modestly he chuckled and shook his head, "I'm just as skilled as any warrior here Rabbitfluff, truly I'm nothing special." Though he couldn't help but laugh at the last comment, rolling his shoulders in a form of a shrug, looking back at his meal. "I wouldn't say that other cats flock to me, if anything I'd say that I might drive them away with my optimism! But no, no, I have to hunt the prey like any other cat, though it'd certainly be nice if they just fell into our paws hm?" Eyes glimmering with that incessant happiness, he glanced over at his eating companion before taking a modest bite out of his meal.

[Fawn]

Despite living a fast-paced, energetic life, there has never been a time that he hadn't paid attention to the emotion on another cat's face because, over the years, he's come to realize that some cats, that's all they could talk with, their emotions, their body language, some cats just weren't good at verbally speaking. When he was younger, he hadn't understood that and well, sometimes he forced cats into situations to speak when they didn't necessarily want to speak. He's learned from that mistake, he's learned to read how others are feeling, or as much as the emotions on their face allowed him to see. And so he didn't miss the quizzical look that had passed along Rabbitfluff's head as he approached. And he could guess why.

His head dipped slightly at the other warrior's returned greeting, taking a mental note of the hesitance and questioning tone that was very obviously present in the toms response. Grouseflurry knew that the smaller warrior in front of him wasn't exactly the most.. Popular in the clan and could understand the sort of doubtfulness that the tom might feel for his desire to conversate with him, though made no outward appearance that he noticed.

Finally allowing the trapped purr to escape his throat, it almost seemed to explode as Rabbitfluff made a somewhat awkward move to make room to suggest that the tabby could indeed join him in the feasting though that term is used lightly. Picking up his mouse, the deputy would eagerly settle down right next to the other tom, tucking his tail neatly to his side and holding his prey in his outstretched forepaws, head swiveled and focused in Rabbitfluff's direction, his signature warm and happy grin spreading his lips and showing his glinting white teeth. "Well I don't know about others, I can't really speak for them, but I can speak for me and say that I do enjoy your company! It's a shame that I haven't gotten to spend more time with you, it's been what? Nearly a moon! Maybe even longer!" There was an air of exasperation in his tone because truly, Grouseflurry was surprised it had been so long since the two of them last had a conversation and really, he didn't like that one bit. He tried to speak to every warrior he could as often as he could, get a census on how everyone was doing, that, and he just enjoyed talking with clanmates, they were like his family after all.

Ears swiveling slightly as the other cat spoke up, he carefully got to work on plucking the fur from the mouse he had chosen though his vibrant green eyes remained focused on Rabbitfluff. Modestly he chuckled and shook his head, "I'm just as skilled as any warrior here Rabbitfluff, truly I'm nothing special." Though he couldn't help but laugh at the last comment, rolling his shoulders in a form of a shrug, looking back at his meal. "I wouldn't say that other cats flock to me, if anything I'd say that I might drive them away with my optimism! But no, no, I have to hunt the prey like any other cat, though it'd certainly be nice if they just fell into our paws hm?" Eyes glimmering with that incessant happiness, he glanced over at his eating companion before taking a modest bite out of his meal.
Blinking at Grouseflurry as he settled into his spot, Rabbitfluff returned his joyous expression with a bit of a blank one, not opposed to conversing with him but finding it odd when he was a loner. Partially by choice, since he figured he could hold back the stinging comments from time to time. As a socialite and a cat that everybody appeared to know and love, Grouseflurry was much different than he in terms of personality, and, while Rabbitfluff didn't mind his company, he didn't quite understand why he would bother. The purr that he emitted was startling. Well, not terribly. Grouseflurry always found a reason to smile or be cheerful, an admirable trait, though not something he happened to possess as well. With Lemonstar's unexplained disappearance looming over them, that could be what the Clan needed to ensure their spirits were kept high.

In a better mood than usual, his ears were tilted forward in earnest interest, but that didn't erase the innate hesitance he felt toward the other tom. "You don't have to speak for them," Rabbitfluff said, flicking his puff-like tail dismissively. "I don't happen to walk around with my eyes closed, and they make their opinions perfectly clear, I assure you." And it wasn't a bad thing, for he was bothered very little by their attitudes, believing he deserved whatever animosity was directed his way. More often than not, the feeling was mutual.

Unsure how to react, Rabbitfluff offered an appreciative half-smile upon learning Grouseflurry enjoyed his presence, still hoping he wasn't doing this out of pity or some less-than-noble motivation. "I suppose, but that should hardly rank on your priorities," a huff, "considering you're the deputy." To a leader who was seemingly gone without any warning. "I might add, it's shocking that I even cross your thoughts."

The modest chuckle and subsequent response prompted him to raise his eyebrows, a touch perplexed by that and tempted to ask if he was oblivious or ridiculously dull. He had a notion it was the former, as Grouseflurry gave off an air of intelligence, and he held his tongue. "That's one perspective," he pointed out nonchalantly, aware there was an abundance of warriors with varying skills in certain tasks, but maybe Grouseflurry was implying their strengths and weaknesses tended to even out.

Blue gaze meeting Grouseflurry's green, Rabbitfluff contemplated that and lightly shrugged his shoulders, "Do you? By StarClan, that's a surprise-- I was under the impression you were a pessimist." The younger tom was speaking sarcastically and with feigned shock, but not hurtfully; there was no bite to the words.

[Octavia]

"I su-pose you can be forgive-iven it is your fir-st day," said Bramblestripe, before flicking her tail. "Just don't do it to-morrow okay?" Then she glanced at Aetherwing, and rolled her eyes. "Sure, pigs fl-ew, right." She poked the tom with her paw, and then retracted it as if she thought better of it and averted her gaze. "Let's get to the tra-tra-training place."

Mistypaw scrunched up her nose at her mentor, unamused and wondering if this was going to be what he was like the whole time, or if this was just because it was just the start of her apprenticeship. "I guess being old enough to mentor me is all that matters," she meowed, choking him up to being old and borderline senile.

Aetherwing was infact 100% serious about his teaching style, and unless it meant him being pushed off a conveniently placed, she'd have to deal with him, every minute of it! Tilting his head over he couldn't help but smirk as much as a cat could, tail flicking to and from. Glancing back at Bramblestripe, a look of shock on his face he couldn't help but take a step towards the meekish she-cat. "They did too fly! You just weren't out hunting with me that day!"

Transitioning from the amused expression tabby couldn't help but furrow his brow, developing a serious expression, "Well when you put it that way, I guess being old enough to be an apprentice is all that matters. Do you even know the first rule of warrior way?" He asked, getting as serious as he could, which was laughable to anyone who knew him.


Skyepaw on the other paw was more and more confused by Aetherwing's antics, having only really grown up with other she-cats she was intrigued, leaning over very, very slowly she whispered to Bramblestripe, "A-are all toms like this?" She wasn't really sure what she had been thinking about a few seconds ago.

[Octavia]

Ashfeather looked up to see her mate entering the clearing, his maw filled with several mice. Her hues lit up with happiness, and she began to purr eagerly as he passed over towards her, raising her hues up to look at him as he ventured over. "How was your day? I saw your catch...it was great, you did good," She purred, brushing her tail along him and giving his shoulder a quick lick. Ashfeather loved spending time with Ashenstorm, he was one of the few cats she had met who wasn't loud or pushy. And he was definitely an ideal companion. A wonderful companion. Someone that she loved to have by her side and someone she was proud to call her mate. If she wasn't so shy, she probably would have been more than happy to announce it to the Clan. But as it was, that would probably terrify her as well as embarrass her, so she held her tongue. She brushed her tail around him again, a small smile on her maw as she did so, purring contentedly with her sides vibrating in the slightest way.

Ashenstorm could only let out a small noise of happiness, it wasn't very macho, but he didn't mind that he wasn't very tom-like. He was himself and Ashfeather had helped him be happy with himself. The mottled tom's heart sped up as he noticed just how happy the delicate fluffy she-cat he called his mate. Ashfeather was the softer side to an already fairly pairing. It was silly in a way, he was moss on a tree, but she was the flowers that floated in the breeze. They both were fairly quiet cats, but together they communicated in all the right ways without hardly speaking. It was when they spoke that they really wanted to convey something, even if it was a small simple thing. "Oooh it was alright, except it was lacking..." murmuring softly, touching the tip of his nose against the very tip of her ear. "Oooh you know, at least a little bit of time with you." A short while after he settled down, letting himself lay out along his mates side. Tail flicking gently about, he was unable to resist in letting a faint rumble start to emanate from his own fuzzy chest in response to her own expression of affection.

[Derpple and Ashie]

Aetherwing was infact 100% serious about his teaching style, and unless it meant him being pushed off a conveniently placed, she'd have to deal with him, every minute of it! Tilting his head over he couldn't help but smirk as much as a cat could, tail flicking to and from. Glancing back at Bramblestripe, a look of shock on his face he couldn't help but take a step towards the meekish she-cat. "They did too fly! You just weren't out hunting with me that day!"

Transitioning from the amused expression tabby couldn't help but furrow his brow, developing a serious expression, "Well when you put it that way, I guess being old enough to be an apprentice is all that matters. Do you even know the first rule of warrior way?" He asked, getting as serious as he could, which was laughable to anyone who knew him.


Skyepaw on the other paw was more and more confused by Aetherwing's antics, having only really grown up with other she-cats she was intrigued, leaning over very, very slowly she whispered to Bramblestripe, "A-are all toms like this?" She wasn't really sure what she had been thinking about a few seconds ago.

Mistypaw watched him with confusion and curiosity, and then tilted her head slightly at his words. "You mean the Warrior Code? Uh, it's too... Protect your Clan at all costs? Or is it the one about the leader's words being law?" She started to trail off, narrowing her eyes with thought as she struggled for the answer. She didn't like being wrong, but she certainly was if that was what he was talking about and if not- she had no idea what the answer was!

Bramblestripe twitched an ear at the tom, and then her apprentice as the young one whispered in her ear. "S-some," she meowed softly, glad for her gentle voice for it made it easy to whisper back.

[lone]

Ashenstorm could only let out a small noise of happiness, it wasn't very macho, but he didn't mind that he wasn't very tom-like. He was himself and Ashfeather had helped him be happy with himself. The mottled tom's heart sped up as he noticed just how happy the delicate fluffy she-cat he called his mate. Ashfeather was the softer side to an already fairly pairing. It was silly in a way, he was moss on a tree, but she was the flowers that floated in the breeze. They both were fairly quiet cats, but together they communicated in all the right ways without hardly speaking. It was when they spoke that they really wanted to convey something, even if it was a small simple thing. "Oooh it was alright, except it was lacking..." murmuring softly, touching the tip of his nose against the very tip of her ear. "Oooh you know, at least a little bit of time with you." A short while after he settled down, letting himself lay out along his mates side. Tail flicking gently about, he was unable to resist in letting a faint rumble start to emanate from his own fuzzy chest in response to her own expression of affection.
Ashfeather smiled at him, her expression clearly pleased and flattered. "Mm, yes...I've been missing you, I don't get to see you quite as much these days," She mewed in her soft voice, twisting around so that her head was on Ashenstorm's. She continued purring as she did so, and closed her deep blue hues, pleased to just be around him at the moment. Ashenstorm was the perfect match for her, and she was so lucky to have him....so grateful to have him, as well. There was a good understanding between the two, as well as a strong bond that Ashfeather believed was near to impossible to break. She enjoyed Ashenstorm's company so much, especially on days like these when it was just sort of a quiet day. "What have you been up to lately?" She asked, opening one blue eye to look at him. Her tail brushed up around him and seemed to almost be stroking him in it's movements, and she smiled once more, her ears tilted forwards with pleasure and attentive to listen to his voice. She loved the sound of Ashenstorm's voice; it was very calming to her, although how she wasn't quite sure. Maybe it was just her deep affection for the tom that calmed her, or maybe it really was just his voice that made her feel secure and at home, and as though she would never be lonely again. Ashfeather began to purr steadily, her tail brushing against Ashenstorm every few seconds in a pleased manner, and she had a bright smile on her maw. The she cat generally only smiled around Ashenstorm, because that was when she was happiest; spending time with him.

[Octavia]

Mistypaw watched him with confusion and curiosity, and then tilted her head slightly at his words. "You mean the Warrior Code? Uh, it's too... Protect your Clan at all costs? Or is it the one about the leader's words being law?" She started to trail off, narrowing her eyes with thought as she struggled for the answer. She didn't like being wrong, but she certainly was if that was what he was talking about and if not- she had no idea what the answer was!

Bramblestripe twitched an ear at the tom, and then her apprentice as the young one whispered in her ear. "S-some," she meowed softly, glad for her gentle voice for it made it easy to whisper back.


Clearing his throat at once, Aetherwing narrowed up, standing firm and proud, proud enough to be American, staring down into the eyes of his apprentice, he could only let his expression remain the same for so long, eye firm and unyielding for almost a minute before he snickered and looked away, "Oooh you should have seen the look on your face, it's almost as if you were wrong..." His voice quieting down he he waited a moment before smiling, "You were right, at least partially enough to pass the test!" He commented out with a smile on his face.

"I-I don't know if I want to grow up to deal with more toms like him then." Skyepaw mumbled a little more happy to have the quiet shy Bramblestripe as her mentor.

[Derpple and Ashie]

Clearing his throat at once, Aetherwing narrowed up, standing firm and proud, proud enough to be American, staring down into the eyes of his apprentice, he could only let his expression remain the same for so long, eye firm and unyielding for almost a minute before he snickered and looked away, "Oooh you should have seen the look on your face, it's almost as if you were wrong..." His voice quieting down he he waited a moment before smiling, "You were right, at least partially enough to pass the test!" He commented out with a smile on his face.

"I-I don't know if I want to grow up to deal with more toms like him then." Skyepaw mumbled a little more happy to have the quiet shy Bramblestripe as her mentor.

Mistypaw stared at him with a blank expression, before her ears twitched simultaneously and she pulled them back with a deep set frown. "Wha-" She uttered unable to understand what kind of mentor she'd been assigned. "Huh?"

Bramblestripe gave a sigh, and shook her head. "Train-ing pla-pla-ace," she instructed, trying to rescue the apprentices from the jokes that were sure to come next from the tom. "Talk along the-the way." She swept her tail, and refused to wait around any longer. Urging them on, she started towards the camp exit, and the path that would take them to where they trained. Mistypaw glanced between her mentor and the departing rosy brown one, and slowly crept after the female.

[The Cannibal]

Blinking at Grouseflurry as he settled into his spot, Rabbitfluff returned his joyous expression with a bit of a blank one, not opposed to conversing with him but finding it odd when he was a loner. Partially by choice, since he figured he could hold back the stinging comments from time to time. As a socialite and a cat that everybody appeared to know and love, Grouseflurry was much different than he in terms of personality, and, while Rabbitfluff didn't mind his company, he didn't quite understand why he would bother. The purr that he emitted was startling. Well, not terribly. Grouseflurry always found a reason to smile or be cheerful, an admirable trait, though not something he happened to possess as well. With Lemonstar's unexplained disappearance looming over them, that could be what the Clan needed to ensure their spirits were kept high.

In a better mood than usual, his ears were tilted forward in earnest interest, but that didn't erase the innate hesitance he felt toward the other tom. "You don't have to speak for them," Rabbitfluff said, flicking his puff-like tail dismissively. "I don't happen to walk around with my eyes closed, and they make their opinions perfectly clear, I assure you." And it wasn't a bad thing, for he was bothered very little by their attitudes, believing he deserved whatever animosity was directed his way. More often than not, the feeling was mutual.

Unsure how to react, Rabbitfluff offered an appreciative half-smile upon learning Grouseflurry enjoyed his presence, still hoping he wasn't doing this out of pity or some less-than-noble motivation. "I suppose, but that should hardly rank on your priorities," a huff, "considering you're the deputy." To a leader who was seemingly gone without any warning. "I might add, it's shocking that I even cross your thoughts."

The modest chuckle and subsequent response prompted him to raise his eyebrows, a touch perplexed by that and tempted to ask if he was oblivious or ridiculously dull. He had a notion it was the former, as Grouseflurry gave off an air of intelligence, and he held his tongue. "That's one perspective," he pointed out nonchalantly, aware there was an abundance of warriors with varying skills in certain tasks, but maybe Grouseflurry was implying their strengths and weaknesses tended to even out.

Blue gaze meeting Grouseflurry's green, Rabbitfluff contemplated that and lightly shrugged his shoulders, "Do you? By StarClan, that's a surprise-- I was under the impression you were a pessimist." The younger tom was speaking sarcastically and with feigned shock, but not hurtfully; there was no bite to the words.
Grouseflurry's burning optimism caused him to completely overlook the blank look, he didn't mind it one bit, some cats weren't used to company, like that one cat Yarrowpounce, he was a nice tom sure enough, he just wasn't used to company! He often found himself conversing with the meek tom because it seemed like any time he held a conversation with him, it seemed to brighten the tom's mood, so, in a way, that could have been a minor motive in him approaching Rabbitfluff, though there may be other underlying motives as well, sometimes you just couldn't tell with the tabby tom. But one very obvious thing that could always be known about the tom was his emotions, seemingly limited to just that of pure happiness and perhaps even innocence, a purity to him that really only kits seemed to hold. Whether he was innocent or not could be debated, but his happiness and optimism was unquestioned.

The tilted ears of Rabbitfluff were a good sign for Grouseflurry and it allowed him to continue the approach he was going and that was bordering on the more talkative approach, should he have gotten a less interested interaction, he would have proceeded with a different way. "Oh I never would have expected that you would walk around with your eyes closed, that would be too much to ask! I mean, what if you accidentally bump into another cat, that could make for quite the embarrassing incident don't you think? Oh or what if you accidentally stumble over a root, that could lead to some injuries and that wouldn't be good at all!" His eyes widened and he quickly shook his head before he chuckled out, whiskers quivering with lighthearted amusement.

Green gaze momentarily glancing over, he puffed out an exhale with a small flick of his tail, a notion that he was a bit exasperated by the other tom's response. "Wh-Of course it ranks pretty high on my priorities, if it didn't then I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you, now would I? Wait.. Well.. Yes I would, but that's not the point!" Clearing his throat, he flicked his tail and gave himself a second to take another nibble at his mouse before continuing.
"Speaking with the warriors of the clan and checking in on them is very important to me, it has always been important to me and me being deputy makes no difference to that. And what do you mean that it's shocking to find that you would ever cross my thoughts, you're an important addition to this clan Rabbitfluff!" Grouseflurry spoke with a grin and nudged at the tom's shoulder with his tail before looking back at his meal.

Though his eyes did meet with Rabbitfluff's again as the smaller tom spoke out with sarcasm, causing the brown tabby's face to light up and a small bout of laughter to begin escaping him; for some reason, Grouseflurry enjoyed sarcasm quite a lot, it was like telling a joke with the inflection of your voice! "Oh, sorry to give you that impression! But I assure you, I am not a pessimist, I think the correct term is optimist!"

Purring out, he glanced at the meal that the warrior had barely touched and couldn't help but tilt his head a bit in mild curiosity. "Not hungry?" Green gaze flickering to the Rabbitfluff's side, he could tell that the other hadn't exactly been eating regularly, he knew it was leaf-fall, but.. His size wasn't quite right. All of the warriors should at least be decently well fed, so that could mean one of two things, either he was sick, or purposefully not eating, maybe suffering from a lack of appetite due to stress? Depression? Anxiety? Grouseflurry was unsure, but he wouldn't question if Rabbitfluff gave any notion that he did not want to be questioned about the matter.

[Fawn]

Grouseflurry's burning optimism caused him to completely overlook the blank look, he didn't mind it one bit, some cats weren't used to company, like that one cat Yarrowpounce, he was a nice tom sure enough, he just wasn't used to company! He often found himself conversing with the meek tom because it seemed like any time he held a conversation with him, it seemed to brighten the tom's mood, so, in a way, that could have been a minor motive in him approaching Rabbitfluff, though there may be other underlying motives as well, sometimes you just couldn't tell with the tabby tom. But one very obvious thing that could always be known about the tom was his emotions, seemingly limited to just that of pure happiness and perhaps even innocence, a purity to him that really only kits seemed to hold. Whether he was innocent or not could be debated, but his happiness and optimism was unquestioned.

The tilted ears of Rabbitfluff were a good sign for Grouseflurry and it allowed him to continue the approach he was going and that was bordering on the more talkative approach, should he have gotten a less interested interaction, he would have proceeded with a different way. "Oh I never would have expected that you would walk around with your eyes closed, that would be too much to ask! I mean, what if you accidentally bump into another cat, that could make for quite the embarrassing incident don't you think? Oh or what if you accidentally stumble over a root, that could lead to some injuries and that wouldn't be good at all!" His eyes widened and he quickly shook his head before he chuckled out, whiskers quivering with lighthearted amusement.

Green gaze momentarily glancing over, he puffed out an exhale with a small flick of his tail, a notion that he was a bit exasperated by the other tom's response. "Wh-Of course it ranks pretty high on my priorities, if it didn't then I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you, now would I? Wait.. Well.. Yes I would, but that's not the point!" Clearing his throat, he flicked his tail and gave himself a second to take another nibble at his mouse before continuing.
"Speaking with the warriors of the clan and checking in on them is very important to me, it has always been important to me and me being deputy makes no difference to that. And what do you mean that it's shocking to find that you would ever cross my thoughts, you're an important addition to this clan Rabbitfluff!" Grouseflurry spoke with a grin and nudged at the tom's shoulder with his tail before looking back at his meal.

Though his eyes did meet with Rabbitfluff's again as the smaller tom spoke out with sarcasm, causing the brown tabby's face to light up and a small bout of laughter to begin escaping him; for some reason, Grouseflurry enjoyed sarcasm quite a lot, it was like telling a joke with the inflection of your voice! "Oh, sorry to give you that impression! But I assure you, I am not a pessimist, I think the correct term is optimist!"

Purring out, he glanced at the meal that the warrior had barely touched and couldn't help but tilt his head a bit in mild curiosity. "Not hungry?" Green gaze flickering to the Rabbitfluff's side, he could tell that the other hadn't exactly been eating regularly, he knew it was leaf-fall, but.. His size wasn't quite right. All of the warriors should at least be decently well fed, so that could mean one of two things, either he was sick, or purposefully not eating, maybe suffering from a lack of appetite due to stress? Depression? Anxiety? Grouseflurry was unsure, but he wouldn't question if Rabbitfluff gave any notion that he did not want to be questioned about the matter.
Although he didn't talk nearly as frequently as Grouseflurry nor did he have quite the extensive social life (not many did), Rabbitfluff wouldn't call himself a shy feline, especially not in comparison to some of what he'd seen in his lifetime but attributed his habit of not saying much to what he was taught as a kit. His parents had been stoic and proper, and he'd grown up in the same manner; besides, others listened closer when he wasn't voicing everything that came to mind.

But if he did, he had little doubt he would be even less popular around SkyClan than what he already was.

"You say that as if I would walk with my eyes closed upon your mere demand to do so," he pointed out, tilting his head to the side. "I'll have you made aware, High and Mighty deputy of SkyClan, that I certainly wouldn't be risking injury simply because you asked me to," Rabbitfluff huffed but wasn't serious, in fact it was verging on a playful tone. A flicker of amusement ignited within the depths of his ocean-blue gaze, and he inquired teasingly, "Though from the detailed way in which you speak of this hypothetical situation, I might conclude that you have first-hand experience...?" It could have been improper to retort with such a comment to a warrior of authority, yet he found himself unable to hold his tongue, and it wasn't as if he intended it to come off as malicious. Grouseflurry had a tendency to awake that piece of him, allowing the young, fluff tom to open up a bit and diverge from his stick-in-the-mud attitude temporarily.

"Does it?" he mused over that for a second or two. "Lemonstar must not be giving you enough duties, these days." If striking up a conversation with arguably the most irritable cat in the Clan was high on the deputy's priorities, it led Rabbitfluff to believe Grouseflurry either was bored or had an insatiable wish to get his ears clawed. But of course, he knew it wasn't true that Grouseflurry wasn't busy when the leader's disappearance left him not only his original tasks, but Lemonstar's as well. It was humbling that he would prefer to spend his time chatting with him, but hardly appropriate, Rabbitfluff decided. It caught him off-guard as Grouseflurry's tail nudged his shoulder and momentarily forgetting his own tail was nothing more than a puffball, it twitched as he expressed feigned annoyance at the gesture of friendly affection. "Flattering," he responded dryly. "What exactly do I add, if I may inquire? Aesthetic value?"

Confused by the reaction his sarcasm warranted, Rabbitfluff critically examined Grouseflurry and wondered if he'd somehow said it wrong to imply the opposite, but what was said clarified that was not the case. Grouseflurry apparently took it in stride and despite how that rendered his primary weapon of defense useless, it was a point of curiosity: was this how the deputy could stand him? Did he genuinely enjoy his antics? If so.. he supposed he didn't know what to do with that, since it was a rarity among those who happened to cross his path.

A small twinge of surprise swept across him as his lack of appetite was brought to attention, not that he dwelled on it, for it wasn't necessarily that he had an issue explaining why he wasn't eating properly, but he was shocked by the audacity and sheer innocence of the question. "It's been a long few moons," Rabbitfluff settled on that, shrugging his shoulders and choosing to avoid going into the specifics in this setting. The middle of the clearing wasn't a wonderful place for that sort of topic.

[The Cannibal]

Although he didn't talk nearly as frequently as Grouseflurry nor did he have quite the extensive social life (not many did), Rabbitfluff wouldn't call himself a shy feline, especially not in comparison to some of what he'd seen in his lifetime but attributed his habit of not saying much to what he was taught as a kit. His parents had been stoic and proper, and he'd grown up in the same manner; besides, others listened closer when he wasn't voicing everything that came to mind.

But if he did, he had little doubt he would be even less popular around SkyClan than what he already was.

"You say that as if I would walk with my eyes closed upon your mere demand to do so," he pointed out, tilting his head to the side. "I'll have you made aware, High and Mighty deputy of SkyClan, that I certainly wouldn't be risking injury simply because you asked me to," Rabbitfluff huffed but wasn't serious, in fact it was verging on a playful tone. A flicker of amusement ignited within the depths of his ocean-blue gaze, and he inquired teasingly, "Though from the detailed way in which you speak of this hypothetical situation, I might conclude that you have first-hand experience...?" It could have been improper to retort with such a comment to a warrior of authority, yet he found himself unable to hold his tongue, and it wasn't as if he intended it to come off as malicious. Grouseflurry had a tendency to awake that piece of him, allowing the young, fluff tom to open up a bit and diverge from his stick-in-the-mud attitude temporarily.

"Does it?" he mused over that for a second or two. "Lemonstar must not be giving you enough duties, these days." If striking up a conversation with arguably the most irritable cat in the Clan was high on the deputy's priorities, it led Rabbitfluff to believe Grouseflurry either was bored or had an insatiable wish to get his ears clawed. But of course, he knew it wasn't true that Grouseflurry wasn't busy when the leader's disappearance left him not only his original tasks, but Lemonstar's as well. It was humbling that he would prefer to spend his time chatting with him, but hardly appropriate, Rabbitfluff decided. It caught him off-guard as Grouseflurry's tail nudged his shoulder and momentarily forgetting his own tail was nothing more than a puffball, it twitched as he expressed feigned annoyance at the gesture of friendly affection. "Flattering," he responded dryly. "What exactly do I add, if I may inquire? Aesthetic value?"

Confused by the reaction his sarcasm warranted, Rabbitfluff critically examined Grouseflurry and wondered if he'd somehow said it wrong to imply the opposite, but what was said clarified that was not the case. Grouseflurry apparently took it in stride and despite how that rendered his primary weapon of defense useless, it was a point of curiosity: was this how the deputy could stand him? Did he genuinely enjoy his antics? If so.. he supposed he didn't know what to do with that, since it was a rarity among those who happened to cross his path.

A small twinge of surprise swept across him as his lack of appetite was brought to attention, not that he dwelled on it, for it wasn't necessarily that he had an issue explaining why he wasn't eating properly, but he was shocked by the audacity and sheer innocence of the question. "It's been a long few moons," Rabbitfluff settled on that, shrugging his shoulders and choosing to avoid going into the specifics in this setting. The middle of the clearing wasn't a wonderful place for that sort of topic.
A grunt escaped the brown tabby as he heard the tailless warrior's playful response, his pleasant smile turning into a wide grin of joy with a dash of his own form of playfulness; the tom loved it when others decided to dawn a playful attitude with him. "Uf! I am not high and mighty, I'm just like any old warrior, with well, just more duties and responsibilities!" His whiskers quivered again with heavy amusement, his spring bud green eyes flickering with various forms of emotion, all of them hardly uncharacteristic for the cheerful cat, the emotions including happiness, humor, and a bit of intelligence as he tried to configure his next response to the tom beside him, taking a quick bite out of the mouse which was quickly disappearing at his paws. "Accidents.. May, or may not have happened.. I just wanted to see if they'd actually do it!" Laughing heartily, there would be a long pause before he shook his head, Grouseflurry couldn't lie. "Ah, but no, I would never ask any cat to do that, there's no reasoning behind it aside from being silly. Though perhaps now that it's been brought up, maybe I should demand that you do it." Eyes still glimmering with amusement, he'd glance over with a smirk before grinning and shaking his head again; to be truthful, Grouseflurry was terrible at teasing because he'd always apologize or end up telling the truth or something of the like. "No, no, I wouldn't do it, don't worry."

"Hah, you could say that again! There's been some days where I've been forced to do nothing but relax, can't say I quite enjoy it and I wish he'd give me more stuff to do!" While it might seem as if he were trying to be sarcastic, the deputy was being completely honest, he did not like being given time to relax. He liked to be up, moving around, doing things for the clan, doing something. But lately.. He.. Hadn't seen Lemonstar at all, in fact, he can't recall having seen Lemonstar since he had selected him as deputy. And the state the clan was in now, they couldn't afford having an absent leader. Grouseflurry had to step up, whether he was ready or not, the clan needed it. He might not be the best cat for the spot, but he was next in line, all he could hope for is that he could do the best for the clan that he could. That's actually why he had approached Rabbitfluff. He needed to go and receive his 9 lives.

At the smaller warriors response to the deputy's inquiry about not eating, the brown tabby simply nodded. Now wouldn't be a good time to bring it up to the tom, but he would certainly bring it up later, or well.. He'd certainly keep it on mind and check up on Rabbitfluff more often. It wasn't good that he wasn't eating, they were about to hit the hardest season for prey and he would need to eat all the food he could now to be strong for the leaf-bare to come.

A small cloud of silence settled over the two for a moment as the deputy finished up his meal, mulling over about how he would ask Rabbitfluff to accompany him to the Whispering Cave. Really, Grouseflurry could have chosen anyone in the clan to journey with him, but.. He wanted to get to know the tailless warrior more, with the notion that he wasn't eating well, he wanted to keep an eye on him, but mostly he enjoyed his company. The brown tabby couldn't quite explain, perhaps it was because he enjoyed everyone's company and he just happened to sit with Rabbitfluff today, perhaps there was deeper meaning than that, who knew. But he had decided he wanted the warrior next to him to journey with him. "Rabbitfluff, I have a question." For once, there was seriousness in his voice, the happiness was still there but it was dulled down, his eyes focused on his paws. "I haven't seen Lemonstar in nearly a moon, really not since the night of the ceremony and I'm sure the clan is starting to take note of his absence. Skyclan can't afford to be leaderless and.. I'm deputy. So what I'm asking is.." Flicking an ear, the tom looked over at Rabbitfluff, green eyes meeting blue. "Would you accompany me on my journey to the Whispering Cave?"

[Fawn]

A grunt escaped the brown tabby as he heard the tailless warrior's playful response, his pleasant smile turning into a wide grin of joy with a dash of his own form of playfulness; the tom loved it when others decided to dawn a playful attitude with him. "Uf! I am not high and mighty, I'm just like any old warrior, with well, just more duties and responsibilities!" His whiskers quivered again with heavy amusement, his spring bud green eyes flickering with various forms of emotion, all of them hardly uncharacteristic for the cheerful cat, the emotions including happiness, humor, and a bit of intelligence as he tried to configure his next response to the tom beside him, taking a quick bite out of the mouse which was quickly disappearing at his paws. "Accidents.. May, or may not have happened.. I just wanted to see if they'd actually do it!" Laughing heartily, there would be a long pause before he shook his head, Grouseflurry couldn't lie. "Ah, but no, I would never ask any cat to do that, there's no reasoning behind it aside from being silly. Though perhaps now that it's been brought up, maybe I should demand that you do it." Eyes still glimmering with amusement, he'd glance over with a smirk before grinning and shaking his head again; to be truthful, Grouseflurry was terrible at teasing because he'd always apologize or end up telling the truth or something of the like. "No, no, I wouldn't do it, don't worry."

"Hah, you could say that again! There's been some days where I've been forced to do nothing but relax, can't say I quite enjoy it and I wish he'd give me more stuff to do!" While it might seem as if he were trying to be sarcastic, the deputy was being completely honest, he did not like being given time to relax. He liked to be up, moving around, doing things for the clan, doing something. But lately.. He.. Hadn't seen Lemonstar at all, in fact, he can't recall having seen Lemonstar since he had selected him as deputy. And the state the clan was in now, they couldn't afford having an absent leader. Grouseflurry had to step up, whether he was ready or not, the clan needed it. He might not be the best cat for the spot, but he was next in line, all he could hope for is that he could do the best for the clan that he could. That's actually why he had approached Rabbitfluff. He needed to go and receive his 9 lives.

At the smaller warriors response to the deputy's inquiry about not eating, the brown tabby simply nodded. Now wouldn't be a good time to bring it up to the tom, but he would certainly bring it up later, or well.. He'd certainly keep it on mind and check up on Rabbitfluff more often. It wasn't good that he wasn't eating, they were about to hit the hardest season for prey and he would need to eat all the food he could now to be strong for the leaf-bare to come.

A small cloud of silence settled over the two for a moment as the deputy finished up his meal, mulling over about how he would ask Rabbitfluff to accompany him to the Whispering Cave. Really, Grouseflurry could have chosen anyone in the clan to journey with him, but.. He wanted to get to know the tailless warrior more, with the notion that he wasn't eating well, he wanted to keep an eye on him, but mostly he enjoyed his company. The brown tabby couldn't quite explain, perhaps it was because he enjoyed everyone's company and he just happened to sit with Rabbitfluff today, perhaps there was deeper meaning than that, who knew. But he had decided he wanted the warrior next to him to journey with him. "Rabbitfluff, I have a question." For once, there was seriousness in his voice, the happiness was still there but it was dulled down, his eyes focused on his paws. "I haven't seen Lemonstar in nearly a moon, really not since the night of the ceremony and I'm sure the clan is starting to take note of his absence. Skyclan can't afford to be leaderless and.. I'm deputy. So what I'm asking is.." Flicking an ear, the tom looked over at Rabbitfluff, green eyes meeting blue. "Would you accompany me on my journey to the Whispering Cave?"
While it was true that he hadn't expected Grouseflurry to completely shift perspectives and grow annoyed with his attitude, it nevertheless threw him for a loop when his reply was as playful as before, despite his inability to refrain from testing authority. Not that he'd attempting to be rude--quite the opposite, but it didn't guarantee Grouseflurry would see it that way as well. It continued to puzzle him, how Grouseflurry's patience seemed endless to the point where it was trying his own, baffled that a cat could be so calm with sarcastic remarks being tossed at him.

Rabbitfluff's pupils went wide upon hearing that. "You've actually--?" he squeaked in alarm, then shook his head to quickly regain his composure in front of the tom. "I.. I suppose I should have known you would." It didn't seem too far off for him. Puffing his chest slightly, he went on as he struggled to hide the grin on his muzzle, "Well, you can rest assured I will not be roped into these silly little games, much less obtain an injury in them." Grouseflurry would have to be crazy to think he'd want to walk with his eyes closed, or do anything that gave an impression other than absolute formality.

"How terrible. Why, I feel so sympathetic I may have to voice a complaint to Lemonstar," Rabbitfluff said dramatically, complete with a mock gasp. Complaining to the absent leader was easier said than done under the circumstances, however. It would be difficult to gripe to a feline who wasn't present and hadn't been around for a moon, seemingly leaving his Clan to fend for itself, and he had a notion Grouseflurry's loyalty and dedication to them was the only thing keeping SkyClan afloat. Although he didn't blame Ebonypaw, Rabbitfluff did wish they had a fully trained medicine cat for emergencies.. It left them without two very important positions. After a second's pause, a mischievous look crossed his face, "Is this an invitation to keep you busy? If that's the case, I've had a rather unyielding craving for squirrel, lately." Because he understood he was working hard to ensure SkyClan was well-fed, he wasn't truly suggesting Grouseflurry retrieve him one, but it was an amusing idea.

Relieved to be met with nothing but a nod in response, no further prompting, Rabbitfluff internally promised he would give a better answer if they were in a private setting and had the time to do so. For now, he would do his best to eat what he could lest he desire to risk growing ill but couldn't manage more for this particular meal. Maybe later if he was feeling up to the task.

Rabbitfluff returned to staring down the fresh-kill beside his paws, occasionally stealing a glance at Grouseflurry and then peering away again, as it felt like too intimate of a moment to witness. The deputy had an air of contemplation about him, and he wondered if there was something greater than 'just a chat' at stake, but he wasn't going to pry. If he wanted to eat in silence, then that's what they would do.

"What, are you secretly pining after me?" Rabbitfluff scoffed sarcastically as Grouseflurry began by stating he had a question. He knew that wasn't what it was pertaining to--perfectly aware affection was impossible with him being the object of--but was curious to hear what it might be. The seriousness had him intrigued, uncertain of what could be so dire that it required Grouseflurry, cheerful and fun-loving, to take on a grave tone. Following his thought process and nodding slowly, it was confounding why he would ask him, of all choices, and Rabbitfluff appeared to be taken aback. "Me?" it fell from him immediately, the confusion clinging to the word. "Well, I.." he cleared his throat, "I would be honored, Grouseflurry." A faint smile was etched on his expression, and he meowed teasingly, "Well, that's not quite a love confession, but I imagine it'll suffice."

[Maplefur]

Leafmist slipped back into camp with her mouthful of prey. She slowly walked to the fresh kill pile and deposited it there, before moving to sit along the edge of the clearing. I hope I did the right thing by letting Pearl stay on our territory... I mean, if she's found I could get in trouble, but she was injured. I couldn't just send her out, she'd die. The tabby couldn't help but fret over her decision. She had, in a way, broken the code by giving the injured molly some food- 'the clan must be fed first'. But, Pearl had been blinded, and couldn't remember what had caused her to loose her sight. Leafmist just had to help her. She sighed, and turned around to groom her pelt. Well, I'd assume that she'll be hungry again before dusk, and she'll probably need some more water, too. The ginger she-cat started planning out the rest of her day, deciding when to go out to catch Pearl another meal.

[Octavia]

Ashfeather smiled at him, her expression clearly pleased and flattered. "Mm, yes...I've been missing you, I don't get to see you quite as much these days," She mewed in her soft voice, twisting around so that her head was on Ashenstorm's. She continued purring as she did so, and closed her deep blue hues, pleased to just be around him at the moment. Ashenstorm was the perfect match for her, and she was so lucky to have him....so grateful to have him, as well. There was a good understanding between the two, as well as a strong bond that Ashfeather believed was near to impossible to break. She enjoyed Ashenstorm's company so much, especially on days like these when it was just sort of a quiet day. "What have you been up to lately?" She asked, opening one blue eye to look at him. Her tail brushed up around him and seemed to almost be stroking him in it's movements, and she smiled once more, her ears tilted forwards with pleasure and attentive to listen to his voice. She loved the sound of Ashenstorm's voice; it was very calming to her, although how she wasn't quite sure. Maybe it was just her deep affection for the tom that calmed her, or maybe it really was just his voice that made her feel secure and at home, and as though she would never be lonely again. Ashfeather began to purr steadily, her tail brushing against Ashenstorm every few seconds in a pleased manner, and she had a bright smile on her maw. The she cat generally only smiled around Ashenstorm, because that was when she was happiest; spending time with him.

Letting out a small cough of embarrassment, feeling as though he had messed up in some way for her to have missed him. Ashenstorm was an anxious tom to say it nicely, at his worst he was a total monster wreck. Right now... he was pretty darn close to just being mildly anxious, tail twitching back and forth with every movement around him; the tom was quite a reactive creature, and even now he couldn't help but flinch softly every so often from the unexpected comforting touches that came from his mate. It felt so nice and pleasant, in a way that he couldn't help but have gotten used to, looking forward to them sharing tongues. Didn't help with him still never expecting it, the slightest touch, a tail brushing along his pelt, sent bolts of nervous energy through him. Ashenstorm couldn't help but start to purr louder as they shared a happy little moment just the two of them, him able to filter out the deluge of stimulus that normally threatened to overwhelm his nervous manner at just about every moment. With her it was all mute, subtle, a distant gentle rain; he was able to enjoy life with her around, able to focus on things that were important, and they hadn't really even thought about kits, which he was fine with. Kits were loud, unpredictable, and there was a deep hidden nagging fear inside of him that they'd grow up to hate him for not being macho and super brave like many other warriors of his clan.

Twitching his nose as he focused back in on the serenading voice that filled his ears and his alone, the whispering between them was almost akin to a pair of apprentices gossiping, but what was spoken about could never be so juicy or dramatic, merely the simple things that went on when the pair was apart. It was a healthy balance, but still the tom compared himself to other pairs wondering what he could do to keep it going well, it was all he really had personally going for him. "Well I've been doing my best to hunt for the clan, it's hard to keep the young mouths fed if I'm lounging about most the day, so I try my best to be productive to the clan ,seeing I'm not training anyone, and a certain lovely she-cat... doesn't have kits running around needing herding up." the time did his best to not hint at the kits, as he was fine without them having them, or having them. It was enough to have her as a mate to make him happy.

[monfang]

(OPEN POST)
Ferretpaw ran around the clearing, her soft, lean body able to carry her at amazing speeds. She loved to run and play, and she was excited. She would be getting her ceremony soon. As she ran, she grew bored and needed someone to interact with. Someone who would be willing to play.

[The Cannibal]

toothlost!

Flicking his ears, Yarrowpounce carefully settled down at the edge of the clearing with a mouse between his paws, his face a bit blank before a meager smile touched his lips, eyes blinking as he leaned his head down to sniff at his mouse, murmuring a quiet thank you to Starclan before gently beginning to pluck off the fur from the deceased rodent.
A lot of things have been happening in Skyclan, in terms of changes in leadership. He had been saddened to hear that his half-brother Lemonstar had all but disappeared soon after his rise to leadership, but luckily enough another cat was quick to take the spot so that the clan wouldn't crumble away into nothing. All he could do was hope that this cat wouldn't disappear as well, it almost appeared to be a curse on the Skyclan leadership, at least to Yarrowpounce anyways, but he'd never say that to anyone. But Grousestar, he seemed like a friendly, good-hearted cat, if he happened to stick around then he'd likely do a good job at being the leader of the clan.

After plucking off all of the fur from the mouse, the white furred tom with brown patches would pause, licking his lips. There was something bigger working on his mind though, it was the disappearance of the one cat who.. Who well, made him happy, made him comfortable. He hadn't seen Willowrain in moons and honestly, it's been tearing him apart inside. Had his awkwardness driven away another cat? That's what it seemed like to him.
Just when he thought he had a chance at maybe having a mate, it was ripped away.
Blinking at the thought, he flicked an ear, trying to dismiss him, but to be truthful, that's all he could think about. Sometimes it made him cry at night because he truly did think he had a chance with her. Wrinkling his nose, he blinked back tears and shook his head. No crying, you should have expected it anyways.
Leaning his head down, he would take a small bite out of the mouse, staring at the ground as he did so. He would need to go out later to hunt and clear his mind.

[lost]

toothlost!

Flicking his ears, Yarrowpounce carefully settled down at the edge of the clearing with a mouse between his paws, his face a bit blank before a meager smile touched his lips, eyes blinking as he leaned his head down to sniff at his mouse, murmuring a quiet thank you to Starclan before gently beginning to pluck off the fur from the deceased rodent.
A lot of things have been happening in Skyclan, in terms of changes in leadership. He had been saddened to hear that his half-brother Lemonstar had all but disappeared soon after his rise to leadership, but luckily enough another cat was quick to take the spot so that the clan wouldn't crumble away into nothing. All he could do was hope that this cat wouldn't disappear as well, it almost appeared to be a curse on the Skyclan leadership, at least to Yarrowpounce anyways, but he'd never say that to anyone. But Grousestar, he seemed like a friendly, good-hearted cat, if he happened to stick around then he'd likely do a good job at being the leader of the clan.

After plucking off all of the fur from the mouse, the white furred tom with brown patches would pause, licking his lips. There was something bigger working on his mind though, it was the disappearance of the one cat who.. Who well, made him happy, made him comfortable. He hadn't seen Willowrain in moons and honestly, it's been tearing him apart inside. Had his awkwardness driven away another cat? That's what it seemed like to him.
Just when he thought he had a chance at maybe having a mate, it was ripped away.
Blinking at the thought, he flicked an ear, trying to dismiss him, but to be truthful, that's all he could think about. Sometimes it made him cry at night because he truly did think he had a chance with her. Wrinkling his nose, he blinked back tears and shook his head. No crying, you should have expected it anyways.
Leaning his head down, he would take a small bite out of the mouse, staring at the ground as he did so. He would need to go out later to hunt and clear his mind.
Near the edge of camp a she-cat was sitting and sleeping, passing time away as her brother was off on a patrol, and she having returned from the dawn one earlier in the day. Eventually her eyes opened and she gazed around the clearing, looking to see if her brother was around. He wasn't, so she sat up and started grooming. As she was, she felt hunger wash over her. After her pelt looked decent, she stood and went to the fresh-kill pile, looking for something appetizing. She settled on a thrush, and then looked around the clearing for someone who she could dine with. Eating alone wasn't something she enjoyed, but usually she had a friend around. However, today they were all busy- leaving her to make a new friend. Spotting another cat who had just started eating, she padded that way, inspecting him a moment to see if he was opening to a companion.
She couldn't tell, so when she reached his side she fell silent, "Hey, care for some company?" She asked quietly, voice muffled from the bird in her jaws. She hoped he wouldn't say no, but would understand if he did.

[The Cannibal]

Near the edge of camp a she-cat was sitting and sleeping, passing time away as her brother was off on a patrol, and she having returned from the dawn one earlier in the day. Eventually her eyes opened and she gazed around the clearing, looking to see if her brother was around. He wasn't, so she sat up and started grooming. As she was, she felt hunger wash over her. After her pelt looked decent, she stood and went to the fresh-kill pile, looking for something appetizing. She settled on a thrush, and then looked around the clearing for someone who she could dine with. Eating alone wasn't something she enjoyed, but usually she had a friend around. However, today they were all busy- leaving her to make a new friend. Spotting another cat who had just started eating, she padded that way, inspecting him a moment to see if he was opening to a companion.
She couldn't tell, so when she reached his side she fell silent, "Hey, care for some company?" She asked quietly, voice muffled from the bird in her jaws. She hoped he wouldn't say no, but would understand if he did.
After a few moments, the quiet tom was able to get his emotions under control, swallowing down the sadness and sorrow with food and instead focusing his thoughts on the prospect of hunting, something he loved to do, and strangely enough he loved to do it in the seasons of leaf-fall and leaf-bare, he saw it as more of a challenge for his skills, considering he was a very good hunter. Yarrowpounce was better with hunting than with talking with other cats, and it was something he was ashamed of but couldn't quite help.
Flinching a bit in surprise as he suddenly heard a quiet, muffled voice, the tom looked up at the she-cat standing there, asking if she could join him, his eyes glancing down for a moment before dawning a tiny smile and nodding his head. "I wou-wouldn't mind it.." Said the tom awkwardly, scooting over a bit to signify that she could sit with him, his mouse half-eaten.
He always felt awkward in the company of other cats, he never knew what to say, or what to do and it always ended up in awkward silence that became painful for the other cat, causing them to leave and for the quiet, meager tom to be alone again. Sighing quietly, he leaned his head down and took another bite, expecting this interaction to be just the same. There was only one cat that that didn't happen to, and that was Willowrain, and now she was gone.

[lone]

Letting out a small cough of embarrassment, feeling as though he had messed up in some way for her to have missed him. Ashenstorm was an anxious tom to say it nicely, at his worst he was a total monster wreck. Right now... he was pretty darn close to just being mildly anxious, tail twitching back and forth with every movement around him; the tom was quite a reactive creature, and even now he couldn't help but flinch softly every so often from the unexpected comforting touches that came from his mate. It felt so nice and pleasant, in a way that he couldn't help but have gotten used to, looking forward to them sharing tongues. Didn't help with him still never expecting it, the slightest touch, a tail brushing along his pelt, sent bolts of nervous energy through him. Ashenstorm couldn't help but start to purr louder as they shared a happy little moment just the two of them, him able to filter out the deluge of stimulus that normally threatened to overwhelm his nervous manner at just about every moment. With her it was all mute, subtle, a distant gentle rain; he was able to enjoy life with her around, able to focus on things that were important, and they hadn't really even thought about kits, which he was fine with. Kits were loud, unpredictable, and there was a deep hidden nagging fear inside of him that they'd grow up to hate him for not being macho and super brave like many other warriors of his clan.

Twitching his nose as he focused back in on the serenading voice that filled his ears and his alone, the whispering between them was almost akin to a pair of apprentices gossiping, but what was spoken about could never be so juicy or dramatic, merely the simple things that went on when the pair was apart. It was a healthy balance, but still the tom compared himself to other pairs wondering what he could do to keep it going well, it was all he really had personally going for him. "Well I've been doing my best to hunt for the clan, it's hard to keep the young mouths fed if I'm lounging about most the day, so I try my best to be productive to the clan ,seeing I'm not training anyone, and a certain lovely she-cat... doesn't have kits running around needing herding up." the time did his best to not hint at the kits, as he was fine without them having them, or having them. It was enough to have her as a mate to make him happy.
Ashfeather continued to smile, a look of pleasure on her face as she did so. She continued to purr, although it had stopped being the roaring, rumbling sound and had settled down to a kind of vibration, much quieter and calmer than before. "Hm, yes...I haven't really thought about it before," Ashfeather mewed, her smile fading and a thoughtful expression suddenly appearing. She had definitely never thought about kits before. She had often wondered what it might be like to be a Mother, but she hadn't really tried to pursue it. After all, Ashenstorm was quite enough for her, although since she didn't see quite enough of him these days, it might be nice to have kits to keep her company. However, she wasn't at all sure if Ashenstorm would want kits. He would make a wonderful Father, she was sure of that, but she didn't know if she had it in him to actually want to be one.

She knew just thinking about it was making her a little nervous, and her purr was now beginning to falter slightly. It stopped completely a moment later and she raised herself into a sitting position, looking at Ashenstorm with a thoughtful expression. "Have you...ever thought about kits...before?" She asked slowly, some of her old nervous tone coming back. It had been a while since she had felt shy or nervous around him, but with the serious turn the conversation seemed to have taken, she felt as though she couldn't speak clearly. She wasn't sure why, after all this was Ashenstorm...the cat that she would trust with her life, the only cat that she had ever loved, and her best friend in her known world. There really wasn't a reason to be nervous, but Ashfeather, being the awkward young warrior that she was, felt very much so while speaking to him now. She continued to watch him, her blue hues now filled with the slightest worry, and her silvery tail beginning to twitch a little. What would he think of her for asking a question like that? It was a strange question to ask, to be sure...although rather appropriate at the time, at least it had seemed that way to her. Then again, Ashfeather had very little, if any at all, social awareness, and therefore the moment had not been right for her to ask after all. Her tail continued to twitch in an odd, jerking motion. C'mon Ashfeather, you were bound to ask that sooner or later...after all the thinking you've done...and there's no reason for you to be nervous, Ashenstorm is a lovely tom and he's completely understanding, so take a deep breath and try to be calm. Ashfeather managed to regain her smile, and she maintained eye contact with him, at least the best that she could.

(Do you think they should have kits? I was thinking about it for a while, but I wasn't sure whether or not they should x3)

[Teggy]

Shadowpool padded happily into the clearing. She hummed a small song she knew as she placed her fresh kill in the pile.

[monfang]

Shadowpool padded happily into the clearing. She hummed a small song she knew as she placed her fresh kill in the pile.
Surgefrost yawned and stretched as he padded out of the warrior's den. He shook out his medium lengthed fur, and looked around. Seeing the molly drop fresh food into the pile, he smiled like he always does, and walked over to her. "Thanks for the fresh kill, darling." he mewed. His ocean-blue eyes flashing with his usual flirtatious look as he grabbed a mouse.

[Teggy]

Surgefrost yawned and stretched as he padded out of the warrior's den. He shook out his medium lengthed fur, and looked around. Seeing the molly drop fresh food into the pile, he smiled like he always does, and walked over to her. "Thanks for the fresh kill, darling." he mewed. His ocean-blue eyes flashing with his usual flirtatious look as he grabbed a mouse.
"Your welcome." Shadowpool said smiling.
"What a beautiful day isn't it?" She asked the tom. Her fur shimmered a bronze in the summer light

[monfang]

"Your welcome." Shadowpool said smiling.
"What a beautiful day isn't it?" She asked the tom. Her fur shimmered a bronze in the summer light
"Well, I have seem prettier things." he said, a half-smile across his maw. He took a bit out of the mouse, and after a moment, he looked up and sighed. "Today is beautiful." he sighed. "So, what have you been up to? Especially with the change of leaders in less than two moons?" he asked.

[doghouse]

Lioncry padded into camp. She hadn't been hunting, simply going out for a walk. If she'd seen any prey, she would've killed it, but with Leaf-fall upon them, prey was growing more scarce than before. She knew that leaf-bare was next. Despite the cold and even scarcer prey that leaf-bare always brought, she liked the cold. Perhaps it was the way it made her fur tingle and it made her feel so alive. The SkyClan warrior looked around, hoping to see the familiar black pelt of Auroraflame, but she didn't, so the tall golden furred molly flicked her black tipped tail and padded over to the fresh-kill pile. For a moment, Lioncry considered taking a piece, since she'd hunted successfully earlier, but decided against it. It was better to let the queens, elders and kits eat their fill before she took a piece for herself. The queens elders and kits had probably already eaten, but who knows? They could want more. She sat down and listened to the him of talk in the camp, though wariness shown in her eyes.

[Teggy]

"Well, I have seem prettier things." he said, a half-smile across his maw. He took a bit out of the mouse, and after a moment, he looked up and sighed. "Today is beautiful." he sighed. "So, what have you been up to? Especially with the change of leaders in less than two moons?" he asked.
"Otsego taking a toll on the clan. The leader changing is probably scaring some cats. I hope Grousestar will lead longer the the rest. " Shadowpool said,

[The Cannibal]

Huffing out in quiet exasperation, Avocetrose settled down into a patch of sunlight to begin grooming herself mercilessly, her stomach rumbling hungrily. There would be nothing that the black and white she-cat would love more than a nice, plump, juicy squirrel, but she needed to do some hunting first. It was leaf-bare and the prey wasn't going to be this plentiful for much longer. She'd need to find a group to go out hunting with, but she'd go looking in a little bit, for now, she was concentrated on being clean.
So without much hesitance, she began to rake her tongue along her coat with a rasping sound, enjoying the warmth the sun provided as it filtered down through the canopy of tree's overhead, her eyes half-lidded as she made quick work of grooming herself.

[lost]

After a few moments, the quiet tom was able to get his emotions under control, swallowing down the sadness and sorrow with food and instead focusing his thoughts on the prospect of hunting, something he loved to do, and strangely enough he loved to do it in the seasons of leaf-fall and leaf-bare, he saw it as more of a challenge for his skills, considering he was a very good hunter. Yarrowpounce was better with hunting than with talking with other cats, and it was something he was ashamed of but couldn't quite help.
Flinching a bit in surprise as he suddenly heard a quiet, muffled voice, the tom looked up at the she-cat standing there, asking if she could join him, his eyes glancing down for a moment before dawning a tiny smile and nodding his head. "I wou-wouldn't mind it.." Said the tom awkwardly, scooting over a bit to signify that she could sit with him, his mouse half-eaten.
He always felt awkward in the company of other cats, he never knew what to say, or what to do and it always ended up in awkward silence that became painful for the other cat, causing them to leave and for the quiet, meager tom to be alone again. Sighing quietly, he leaned his head down and took another bite, expecting this interaction to be just the same. There was only one cat that that didn't happen to, and that was Willowrain, and now she was gone.
Cootfleet nodded and settled beside the tom, putting enough distance between them that it wouldn't be too awkward but still close enough they were clearly eating together. She started working on her thrush and then paused to look up at Yarrowpounce. "You're Yarrowpounce, right? We've been on a few patrols together, I think. I'm Cootfleet." She sent him a soft smile before going back to pulling feathers from her bird. She did enjoy the taste of a thrush or other flying meal, but they were a pain to free of feathers at times. Finally it was clean enough to eat and she bit into it, thinking of conversations they could have to keep the silence at bay, not that she didn't mind it, but she definitely liked there to be some talking. "Oh, I remember we were on a hunting party once. You're a really great hunter, I can't believe you managed to catch that squirrel." As soon as the memory of that party came to mind she had to mention it, and she could only hope the tom had some recognition to that day, too. If he didn't, it'd be quite awkward for the two of them if she rambled about a day he couldn't recall.

[Teggy]

Huffing out in quiet exasperation, Avocetrose settled down into a patch of sunlight to begin grooming herself mercilessly, her stomach rumbling hungrily. There would be nothing that the black and white she-cat would love more than a nice, plump, juicy squirrel, but she needed to do some hunting first. It was leaf-bare and the prey wasn't going to be this plentiful for much longer. She'd need to find a group to go out hunting with, but she'd go looking in a little bit, for now, she was concentrated on being clean.
So without much hesitance, she began to rake her tongue along her coat with a rasping sound, enjoying the warmth the sun provided as it filtered down through the canopy of tree's overhead, her eyes half-lidded as she made quick work of grooming herself.
Shadowpool glanced over her shoulder and saw Avocetrose. She gave her soft smile that she would give to any cat.

[The Cannibal]

Cootfleet nodded and settled beside the tom, putting enough distance between them that it wouldn't be too awkward but still close enough they were clearly eating together. She started working on her thrush and then paused to look up at Yarrowpounce. "You're Yarrowpounce, right? We've been on a few patrols together, I think. I'm Cootfleet." She sent him a soft smile before going back to pulling feathers from her bird. She did enjoy the taste of a thrush or other flying meal, but they were a pain to free of feathers at times. Finally it was clean enough to eat and she bit into it, thinking of conversations they could have to keep the silence at bay, not that she didn't mind it, but she definitely liked there to be some talking. "Oh, I remember we were on a hunting party once. You're a really great hunter, I can't believe you managed to catch that squirrel." As soon as the memory of that party came to mind she had to mention it, and she could only hope the tom had some recognition to that day, too. If he didn't, it'd be quite awkward for the two of them if she rambled about a day he couldn't recall.
Clearing his throat awkwardly, he shifted his weight and focused his eyes on his meal, glancing over at the she-cat that had joined him before glancing around the clearing. She likely joined him because he was the only cat available to sit with and she didn't want to sit alone. Heaving out a quiet breath he simply took another bite of his meal. When Cootfleet began speaking, he blinked a bit in surprise and looked over with a small, gentle but awkward smile, nodding his head a bit. "H-Heh, yes, I am uh.. Yarrowpounce. I.. Think your name does ring a bell, b-but nonetheless, nice to uh.. To uh meet you Cootfleet." His head tilted for a moment before he looked back at his meal, the tip of his tail flicking before he leaned his head back down to his mouse to take another bite. Awkward silence flooding in seconds after he had finished talking, as it always did, causing him to shudder in unhappiness, huffing out a breath. Why couldn't he be better at talking with other cats? Why did he have to be so awkward? After what seemed like several minutes, the she-cats voice broke the silence again and the white and brown tom glanced over nervously. Which hunting party? Immediately more nervousness rippled through him and he glanced away. He had caught a lot of squirrels and had gone on a lot of hunting patrols in his time as a warrior.. But there was only a few where this she-cat was present. Licking his lips a bit, he searched his brain.. Then bam! He remembered, smiling a bit, his gaze returned to her and he nodded his head, chuckling quietly. "H-Hey, I remember t-that! It a-almost got away too, I w-was lucky that I caught it!" There was a quiet purr to his voice and he nodded his head before dipping it bashfully, looking back at his mouse. "I-I uh.. Wouldn't say great, but thank you.."

[The Cannibal]

Shadowpool glanced over her shoulder and saw Avocetrose. She gave her soft smile that she would give to any cat.
Raising a brow as the other she-cat smiled at her, she simply flicked her tail, rolled her eyes and looked elsewhere as she continued to groom herself. Who did that cat think she was, smiling at her like that? Avocetrose would never associate with a cat like her, hmph. Maybe some cats were too stupid to know that she was the prettiest cat in Skyclan.
Maybe on second thought, she would go hunting by herself, that's great, then.. Wait, no, because then no cat would be able to tell her how pretty she was and compliment her on her hunting abilities. Groaning internally, she looked back at Shadowpool and offered a fake smile.

[lost]

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he shifted his weight and focused his eyes on his meal, glancing over at the she-cat that had joined him before glancing around the clearing. She likely joined him because he was the only cat available to sit with and she didn't want to sit alone. Heaving out a quiet breath he simply took another bite of his meal. When Cootfleet began speaking, he blinked a bit in surprise and looked over with a small, gentle but awkward smile, nodding his head a bit. "H-Heh, yes, I am uh.. Yarrowpounce. I.. Think your name does ring a bell, b-but nonetheless, nice to uh.. To uh meet you Cootfleet." His head tilted for a moment before he looked back at his meal, the tip of his tail flicking before he leaned his head back down to his mouse to take another bite. Awkward silence flooding in seconds after he had finished talking, as it always did, causing him to shudder in unhappiness, huffing out a breath. Why couldn't he be better at talking with other cats? Why did he have to be so awkward? After what seemed like several minutes, the she-cats voice broke the silence again and the white and brown tom glanced over nervously. Which hunting party? Immediately more nervousness rippled through him and he glanced away. He had caught a lot of squirrels and had gone on a lot of hunting patrols in his time as a warrior.. But there was only a few where this she-cat was present. Licking his lips a bit, he searched his brain.. Then bam! He remembered, smiling a bit, his gaze returned to her and he nodded his head, chuckling quietly. "H-Hey, I remember t-that! It a-almost got away too, I w-was lucky that I caught it!" There was a quiet purr to his voice and he nodded his head before dipping it bashfully, looking back at his mouse. "I-I uh.. Wouldn't say great, but thank you.."
"No, no! That catch was amazing, the squirrel was in the tree and almost home free and you pulled it back to the ground, and... It was just, wow!" Cootfleet looked at the tom with an obvious admiration, grinning before she went back to her thrush rather suddenly, realizing she could be a bit overpowering. "But seriously," she started again after a moment, "You are a fantastic hunter and I enjoy going on patrols with you, and that's not a joke." The she-cat was being honest, even if she was being a bit over the top, she spoke no lies. Yarrowpounce was a great hunter and she liked watching cats who knew what they were doing. She certainly didn't half the time, and found herself embarrassed on most patrols she went on, but yet she still loved going out. Most of her mistakes were because she grew distracted with her adventurous thrills. "I wish I were as good of a hunter as you." She stated after a while, looking up at him again with a small smile, before averting her gaze and looking around the camp. "I'm more a fighter, to be honest. Not much value in fighting, considering there isn't anything to fight most moons."

[Teggy]

Raising a brow as the other she-cat smiled at her, she simply flicked her tail, rolled her eyes and looked elsewhere as she continued to groom herself. Who did that cat think she was, smiling at her like that? Avocetrose would never associate with a cat like her, hmph. Maybe some cats were too stupid to know that she was the prettiest cat in Skyclan.
Maybe on second thought, she would go hunting by herself, that's great, then.. Wait, no, because then no cat would be able to tell her how pretty she was and compliment her on her hunting abilities. Groaning internally, she looked back at Shadowpool and offered a fake smile.
(Consided much XD)
Shadow pool turned back to Surgefrost.
"Would you like to go hunting? I'm a bit bored " She said
Moonfang

[Octavia]

Ashfeather continued to smile, a look of pleasure on her face as she did so. She continued to purr, although it had stopped being the roaring, rumbling sound and had settled down to a kind of vibration, much quieter and calmer than before. "Hm, yes...I haven't really thought about it before," Ashfeather mewed, her smile fading and a thoughtful expression suddenly appearing. She had definitely never thought about kits before. She had often wondered what it might be like to be a Mother, but she hadn't really tried to pursue it. After all, Ashenstorm was quite enough for her, although since she didn't see quite enough of him these days, it might be nice to have kits to keep her company. However, she wasn't at all sure if Ashenstorm would want kits. He would make a wonderful Father, she was sure of that, but she didn't know if she had it in him to actually want to be one.

She knew just thinking about it was making her a little nervous, and her purr was now beginning to falter slightly. It stopped completely a moment later and she raised herself into a sitting position, looking at Ashenstorm with a thoughtful expression. "Have you...ever thought about kits...before?" She asked slowly, some of her old nervous tone coming back. It had been a while since she had felt shy or nervous around him, but with the serious turn the conversation seemed to have taken, she felt as though she couldn't speak clearly. She wasn't sure why, after all this was Ashenstorm...the cat that she would trust with her life, the only cat that she had ever loved, and her best friend in her known world. There really wasn't a reason to be nervous, but Ashfeather, being the awkward young warrior that she was, felt very much so while speaking to him now. She continued to watch him, her blue hues now filled with the slightest worry, and her silvery tail beginning to twitch a little. What would he think of her for asking a question like that? It was a strange question to ask, to be sure...although rather appropriate at the time, at least it had seemed that way to her. Then again, Ashfeather had very little, if any at all, social awareness, and therefore the moment had not been right for her to ask after all. Her tail continued to twitch in an odd, jerking motion. C'mon Ashfeather, you were bound to ask that sooner or later...after all the thinking you've done...and there's no reason for you to be nervous, Ashenstorm is a lovely tom and he's completely understanding, so take a deep breath and try to be calm. Ashfeather managed to regain her smile, and she maintained eye contact with him, at least the best that she could.

(Do you think they should have kits? I was thinking about it for a while, but I wasn't sure whether or not they should x3)



Though his eyes widened in response, Ashenstorm did not reply immediately, trying his best to not be so instinctively reactive towards the unknown, when he had the time at least. This... he had only a little bit of time, the tom could recall how Ashfeather had a tendency to over react when met with silence so she'd need some comforting level of a response soon. He thought about his life, and how much better it had gotten since he had befriended Ashfeather, she had been able to calm his anxious mind to a much more acceptable level. She meant a lot to him, and her thoughts and wants were always on his radar. The fact she brought up kits... could mean she was interested in the idea, which meant a lot to him. The tom had heard of mates that didn't have kits because they didn't see that sorta partner in their mate. It was an honor to him to be chosen as a mate in the first place. Thinking still about the decision, it would mean she would been confined to the queens den at some point, which would mean he'd sleep alone for a few moons.

"It would be... the greatest service we could do to our clan, giving them kits that will grow up to carry on the Skyclan way of life, it'd also... be nice to look at our kits grow up. I..." His voice trailing off as he found his own purr fading away, he was too focused on his thinking, it was an important decision, he knew he could hunt enough to make up for her not hunting in the moons required. Would he get to see her as often still? He couldn't let himself worry too much about that, it was a few moons, then they'd be able to sleep together again. "I think I would like the idea of kits. Do you think you're ready to become a queen? I mean we can wait a few other moons." the tom murmured quietly, his tail flicking back and forth, eventually pressing up against her mates side, trying to give her some comfort.

[The Cannibal]

"No, no! That catch was amazing, the squirrel was in the tree and almost home free and you pulled it back to the ground, and... It was just, wow!" Cootfleet looked at the tom with an obvious admiration, grinning before she went back to her thrush rather suddenly, realizing she could be a bit overpowering. "But seriously," she started again after a moment, "You are a fantastic hunter and I enjoy going on patrols with you, and that's not a joke." The she-cat was being honest, even if she was being a bit over the top, she spoke no lies. Yarrowpounce was a great hunter and she liked watching cats who knew what they were doing. She certainly didn't half the time, and found herself embarrassed on most patrols she went on, but yet she still loved going out. Most of her mistakes were because she grew distracted with her adventurous thrills. "I wish I were as good of a hunter as you." She stated after a while, looking up at him again with a small smile, before averting her gaze and looking around the camp. "I'm more a fighter, to be honest. Not much value in fighting, considering there isn't anything to fight most moons."
Chuckling nervously as he was complimented by the she-cat, he flicked his ear a bit and glanced his dull yellow gaze over with a half-smile before finishing off his mouse, his cheeks feeling a bit warm as he saw the admiration in her eyes, making him feel even more awkward. The tom cleared his throat a bit and shifted his weight, glancing away he took a quiet breath in before looking back at her. "T-Thanks Cootfleet." Mewed the tom as he looked at her before quickly averting his gaze, feeling like he had looked at her for two long and she might get offended or feel awkward. Instead he focused on the Skyrock, imagining the leaders and deputies that had stood on that age old rock. When she made the statement about wishing to be as good as a hunter as him, he looked over with that half-smile of his. Did she really mean that? Pawing at the ground a bit, her lowered his head, unsure of what to say, another awkward silence falling between them. "I-I'm not too uh.. Too good at fighting.. I-I don't like hurting other cats.." Said the tom quietly, looking away before beginning to groom himself in a strange, lurching fashion.

[Empress Of Evil]

fenic!
Auroraflame padded away from the Skyrock and walked towards the fresh kill pile. A wide grin was still stuck on her face, she was estatic about the recent news. As she reached the fresh kill pile, she picked up two mice and walked over to a quiet spot in the clearing. She sat down, curling her tail around her feet. Her icy blue hues scanned the clearing. There didn't seem like there was anyone to talk to, so she simply decided to start eating. Her sharp white teeth bit easily into the soft flesh of the mouse, red liquid trickling down onto the ground below.

[Fel]

@fenic! (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21)
Auroraflame padded away from the Skyrock and walked towards the fresh kill pile. A wide grin was still stuck on her face, she was estatic about the recent news. As she reached the fresh kill pile, she picked up two mice and walked over to a quiet spot in the clearing. She sat down, curling her tail around her feet. Her icy blue hues scanned the clearing. There didn't seem like there was anyone to talk to, so she simply decided to start eating. Her sharp white teeth bit easily into the soft flesh of the mouse, red liquid trickling down onto the ground below.

It was a nice day- though leaf-fall had set in awhile ago, and the weather was getting colder every moment, today was surprisingly sunny for Morningbrook as he strode out of the warrior’s den, yawning as the cream-colored tom stepped into the clearing, his brown eyes squinting in the sudden sunlight as he glided towards the fresh-kill pile, licking his chops as the warrior had just woken up quite hungry. Looking through the options for a morning meal, his eyes suddenly caught a familiar face, and he smiled as he decided that he could go for some food later, going to go and greet Auroraflame. “Hey, congratulations!” He exclaimed as he turned to face the raven-black molly, who’d just been promoted in the clan. "I bet being Skyclan's deputy is hard, huh?" He joked, grinning.

[Empress Of Evil]

It was a nice day- though leaf-fall had set in awhile ago, and the weather was getting colder every moment, today was surprisingly sunny for Morningbrook as he strode out of the warrior’s den, yawning as the cream-colored tom stepped into the clearing, his brown eyes squinting in the sudden sunlight as he glided towards the fresh-kill pile, licking his chops as the warrior had just woken up quite hungry. Looking through the options for a morning meal, his eyes suddenly caught a familiar face, and he smiled as he decided that he could go for some food later, going to go and greet Auroraflame. “Hey, congratulations!” He exclaimed as he turned to face the raven-black molly, who’d just been promoted in the clan. "I bet being Skyclan's deputy is hard, huh?" He joked, grinning.

Auroraflame took small delicate bites of the mouse. She was busy staring at the ground while she thought about stuff. Suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked up from where she was eating and saw a familiar cat. Morningbrook. "Oh thank you!", Auroraflame purred as he congratulated her. She then chuckled softly at the cream coloured tom's joke. "Not quite yet", Auroraflame said. "For now I get to be laze around and become fat", Auroraflame joked. Though she did wonder what she would get to do and when she would do it. She couldn't wait to start doing some actual work. Auroraflame thought of what to say next to Morningbrook when suddenly she remembered the mouse next to her. She used a paw to sweep the second mouse forward, towards Morningbrook. "You can have it. I don't plan on eating both of them", Auroraflame said, her gaze flicking to the opmouse that was already half eaten.

[Fel]

Auroraflame took small delicate bites of the mouse. She was busy staring at the ground while she thought about stuff. Suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked up from where she was eating and saw a familiar cat. Morningbrook. "Oh thank you!", Auroraflame purred as he congratulated her. She then chuckled softly at the cream coloured tom's joke. "Not quite yet", Auroraflame said. "For now I get to be laze around and become fat", Auroraflame joked. Though she did wonder what she would get to do and when she would do it. She couldn't wait to start doing some actual work. Auroraflame thought of what to say next to Morningbrook when suddenly she remembered the mouse next to her. She used a paw to sweep the second mouse forward, towards Morningbrook. "You can have it. I don't plan on eating both of them", Auroraflame said, her gaze flicking to the opmouse that was already half eaten.

"Oh really? You must be living it up right now, then." Morningbrook grinned, his long-furred tail sweeping across the camp flooring as he placed a paw onto the mouse which had been slid over to him, nodding his head in thanks as he reached down to take a bite out of the piece of prey, looking back towards Auroraflame with his mouth still full. "Hey, I'm the chubby one here!" He argued playfully, puffing up his cheeks like a chipmunk as he stood next to the deputy, always trying to lighten up the mood around the clan. He was a jokester who wasn't known for getting much done, but at least he was fiercely loyal to his friends and family. "With all the leaders dissappearing nowadays, I'd better just call you Aurorastar, huh? I bet that pretty name gets you all the toms." He laughed, over-exaggerating his words as he smiled, his dilute-colored fur seeming out of place against her solid black pelt. He'd never had a mate, but he had sort of a... romantic interest once, a tom named Avocetflight- but he was gone now, and joking about love, it reminded the warrior of him- I've got to get over him- I'm so dramatic!

[Empress Of Evil]

"Oh really? You must be living it up right now, then." Morningbrook grinned, his long-furred tail sweeping across the camp flooring as he placed a paw onto the mouse which had been slid over to him, nodding his head in thanks as he reached down to take a bite out of the piece of prey, looking back towards Auroraflame with his mouth still full. "Hey, I'm the chubby one here!" He argued playfully, puffing up his cheeks like a chipmunk as he stood next to the deputy, always trying to lighten up the mood around the clan. He was a jokester who wasn't known for getting much done, but at least he was fiercely loyal to his friends and family. "With all the leaders dissappearing nowadays, I'd better just call you Aurorastar, huh? I bet that pretty name gets you all the toms." He laughed, over-exaggerating his words as he smiled, his dilute-colored fur seeming out of place against her solid black pelt. He'd never had a mate, but he had sort of a... romantic interest once, a tom named Avocetflight- but he was gone now, and joking about love, it reminded the warrior of him- I've got to get over him- I'm so dramatic!


Auroraflame laughed softly alongside Morningbrook. "Chubby? Well I see you've finally got the guts to admit it", Auroraflame teased, whilst giggling at Morningbrook's funny looking face. It felt nice to have a laugh with a friend. She felt very carefree when she laughed. She loved to make others laugh, and laugh herself. The joy that came with laughter was wonderful and that's how Auroraflame had gained her sense of humour. "Aurorastar?", Auroraflame questioned, raising an eye. "Are you challenging Grousestar's ability to keep his nine lives safe?", Auroraflame joked. Though she knew that that what Morningbrook said was slightly correct. SkyClan had recently had quite a bit of change in leaders. "Toms? Never!", Auroraflame exclaimed as she remembered his second set of words. Though it was obvious she wa joking, Auroraflame had had crushes as an apprentice, but they were never anything serious. She did hope to one day have a mate thought.

[Fel]

Auroraflame laughed softly alongside Morningbrook. "Chubby? Well I see you've finally got the guts to admit it", Auroraflame teased, whilst giggling at Morningbrook's funny looking face. It felt nice to have a laugh with a friend. She felt very carefree when she laughed. She loved to make others laugh, and laugh herself. The joy that came with laughter was wonderful and that's how Auroraflame had gained her sense of humour. "Aurorastar?", Auroraflame questioned, raising an eye. "Are you challenging Grousestar's ability to keep his nine lives safe?", Auroraflame joked. Though she knew that that what Morningbrook said was slightly correct. SkyClan had recently had quite a bit of change in leaders. "Toms? Never!", Auroraflame exclaimed as she remembered his second set of words. Though it was obvious she wa joking, Auroraflame had had crushes as an apprentice, but they were never anything serious. She did hope to one day have a mate thought.

"Oh, relax- I'm just joking, Aurora." Morningbrook laughed, his gaze playful as he talked about the subject of romance rather jokingly- it wasn't like he'd exactly given up on it, but it was more of a fact that he didn't want to have a mate unless he really knew them, unless he could really be himself around that cat. Besides, he had lots of time to find love, and his life was just beginning as a warrior. "Hey, you never know." He winked, trying his hardest not to burst into laughter at the thought of it. Auroraflame didn't really seem like the type of cat who was cut out for romance- really, she seemed like the type to friendzone you without even knowing it, which was perfectly fine. The molly was rather serious at times, and maybe even a little awkward, but he didn't really see her as any sort of hopeless romantic. Really, even Grousestar was more like that than she was, and the new leader was surely busy around the clan.

[monfang]

(Consided much XD)
Shadow pool turned back to Surgefrost.
"Would you like to go hunting? I'm a bit bored " She said
Moonfang
"Yeah, sure." Surgefrost mewed. "Why not. I'm sure we're all bored." he chuckled and padded out of the clearing.
(Territory?)

[Teggy]

"Yeah, sure." Surgefrost mewed. "Why not. I'm sure we're all bored." he chuckled and padded out of the clearing.
(Territory?)
*yes*
Shadowpool stood up. She turned to Avocetrose .
"Wanna come with?" She asked (@Duskflight

[Empress Of Evil]

"Oh, relax- I'm just joking, Aurora." Morningbrook laughed, his gaze playful as he talked about the subject of romance rather jokingly- it wasn't like he'd exactly given up on it, but it was more of a fact that he didn't want to have a mate unless he really knew them, unless he could really be himself around that cat. Besides, he had lots of time to find love, and his life was just beginning as a warrior. "Hey, you never know." He winked, trying his hardest not to burst into laughter at the thought of it. Auroraflame didn't really seem like the type of cat who was cut out for romance- really, she seemed like the type to friendzone you without even knowing it, which was perfectly fine. The molly was rather serious at times, and maybe even a little awkward, but he didn't really see her as any sort of hopeless romantic. Really, even Grousestar was more like that than she was, and the new leader was surely busy around the clan.


Auroraflame playfully elbowed Morningbrook on his right arm. She rolled her eyes though it was clear she was laughing on the inside with a wide smile on her face. "Well we certainly can't tell the future", Auroraflame said, "So maybe you could be right". "For once.", she added in afterwards, trying not to laugh really loudly. Yeah right. Like any tom could fall for me with the name 'Aurorastar', she thought. I'm nowhere near the time of being called that. Grousestar still has all his nine lives in good conditions, Auroraflame thought. "If anyone is going to have cats trailing after them i'm sure it'll be you with that fluffy tail", Auroraflame teased. The thought made her laugh. Morningbrook seemed like a cat who would easily be able to get a she cat to fall for him. He certainly had a good sense of humour. It was just about as good as hers! He would have no problem finding a cat to love.

[Ag75 -- GONE]

@Duskflight))Leapingbird approached Avocetrose, and mewed, "Hi, Auroraflame told me that we should go on a border patrol," she mewed, her eyes flashing with eagerness, having not been out of camp yet that day. She was eager for a nice stroll even if it wasn't with the nicest if cats.

[The Cannibal]

@Duskflight))Leapingbird approached Avocetrose, and mewed, "Hi, Auroraflame told me that we should go on a border patrol," she mewed, her eyes flashing with eagerness, having not been out of camp yet that day. She was eager for a nice stroll even if it wasn't with the nicest if cats.


@Rabbitpaw

Yawning, a certain black and white she-cat happily made her way to the center of camp, as she usually did, focusing in on one particularly large patch of sunshine before settling into the grass and stretching out on her side momentarily and sighing out in delight, stretching her paws a bit, flexing the claws, yawning and clenching her eyes shut before relaxing.
It was one of her favorite morning routines, to stretch out in a patch of sunlight before getting into her normal grooming session, just as she was getting into now. Sitting up a bit, the pretty black and white she-cat carefully began to rasp her tongue along her chest, head bobbing methodically as her spiky tongue coursed through her relatively short fur, plucking out any sort of knots that her tongue couldn't get out with her teeth. After her chest, she would lick her paw and begin washing her face and the area around her ears, as far back as her forepaw could reach, then she'd begin to actually clean her paws, unsheathing her claws to clean those as well as in between them. And after that she would simply presume to clean the entirety of her pelt all the way up to the end of her tail, all the while purring as the sun soaked it's warm, golden light into her, her eyes half lidded as she enjoyed her grooming session.
That is, up until some cat came padding up to her, causing her to pause midway through cleaning her tail, her green eyes looking over Leapingbird with disinterest before she rolled her eyes and sat up with a sigh. She couldn't ignore an order from the deputy. "Hmph. Fine. But don't talk to me, I don't want to catch whatever disease made you look like that." She said with a snort before getting to her paws and padding towards the camp entrance without so much as a look back at the other warrior.

[Ag75 -- GONE]

@Rabbitpaw

Yawning, a certain black and white she-cat happily made her way to the center of camp, as she usually did, focusing in on one particularly large patch of sunshine before settling into the grass and stretching out on her side momentarily and sighing out in delight, stretching her paws a bit, flexing the claws, yawning and clenching her eyes shut before relaxing.
It was one of her favorite morning routines, to stretch out in a patch of sunlight before getting into her normal grooming session, just as she was getting into now. Sitting up a bit, the pretty black and white she-cat carefully began to rasp her tongue along her chest, head bobbing methodically as her spiky tongue coursed through her relatively short fur, plucking out any sort of knots that her tongue couldn't get out with her teeth. After her chest, she would lick her paw and begin washing her face and the area around her ears, as far back as her forepaw could reach, then she'd begin to actually clean her paws, unsheathing her claws to clean those as well as in between them. And after that she would simply presume to clean the entirety of her pelt all the way up to the end of her tail, all the while purring as the sun soaked it's warm, golden light into her, her eyes half lidded as she enjoyed her grooming session.
That is, up until some cat came padding up to her, causing her to pause midway through cleaning her tail, her green eyes looking over Leapingbird with disinterest before she rolled her eyes and sat up with a sigh. She couldn't ignore an order from the deputy. "Hmph. Fine. But don't talk to me, I don't want to catch whatever disease made you look like that." She said with a snort before getting to her paws and padding towards the camp entrance without so much as a look back at the other warrior. She pursed her lips (if dats possible)and followed the black-and-white she-cat out of camp, her own pelt glinting in the sunlight. She quickened her pace till she was next to the older warrior, and the two exited camp. (to the territory.)

[Fogtail]

Ashleaf sat down near the base of the Rockpile, closing his eyes and let the sun warm his speckled grey pelt.

[The Cannibal]

fenic!

Ever since he came back from his journey to the Whispering Cave, Grousestar has felt like he's never actually taken a moment to sit down in the sunlight and fully enjoy grooming himself, now get me wrong, normally he didn't quite like sitting around doing nothing, but after all of the work he's been doing, he really wouldn't quite mind it. Sure, he loved being busy and doing all of the work for the clan he loved, but sometimes it was nice to be able to sit down in the clearing with a nice mouse at your paws and groom yourself right?
Sighing out in contentedness the brown tabby stretched out his forepaws in front of him and turned his face with eyes closed up towards the breach in the canopy that allowed for the golden light to stream through mostly unhindered, a thick, rumbling purr vibrating in his chest. He loved the feeling of the sun on him, it was a warming feeling that evoked happiness, but then again, most things caused the leader to be happy, there were very few things that made him not happy and I'm not even sure if those have been discovered, aside from things that could harm his beloved clan.
With a small quiver of his whiskers he would slowly turn his face away from the sun and open his emerald green eyes to look at the mouse he had selected for his meal and decided he'd rather start grooming himself first and elected to begin grooming his chest fur, that thick purr of his still rumbling in his chest.
It felt strange now though, to not have an apprentice.. He was proud of Rowanflower, he truly was, the young cat had gone a long way and he was finally ready to be a warrior. But.. Grousestar couldn't help but feel a strange sense of loneliness without a young cat to teach, not that he would ever let on to this, normally he never felt that before. To feel lonely. But he was missing a part of his day, when he would take out his apprentice to the training plateau and teach him new things, test his abilities.. Flicking his ears, he decided it was best not to linger on the thought, he could select a new apprentice as soon as a kit was ready to be apprenticed. Besides, he was busy anyways! Happiness replacing that vague lonely feeling, the brown tabby strengthened his purr and continued grooming himself in the sunlight.

[Fel]

@fenic! (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21)

Ever since he came back from his journey to the Whispering Cave, Grousestar has felt like he's never actually taken a moment to sit down in the sunlight and fully enjoy grooming himself, now get me wrong, normally he didn't quite like sitting around doing nothing, but after all of the work he's been doing, he really wouldn't quite mind it. Sure, he loved being busy and doing all of the work for the clan he loved, but sometimes it was nice to be able to sit down in the clearing with a nice mouse at your paws and groom yourself right?
Sighing out in contentedness the brown tabby stretched out his forepaws in front of him and turned his face with eyes closed up towards the breach in the canopy that allowed for the golden light to stream through mostly unhindered, a thick, rumbling purr vibrating in his chest. He loved the feeling of the sun on him, it was a warming feeling that evoked happiness, but then again, most things caused the leader to be happy, there were very few things that made him not happy and I'm not even sure if those have been discovered, aside from things that could harm his beloved clan.
With a small quiver of his whiskers he would slowly turn his face away from the sun and open his emerald green eyes to look at the mouse he had selected for his meal and decided he'd rather start grooming himself first and elected to begin grooming his chest fur, that thick purr of his still rumbling in his chest.
It felt strange now though, to not have an apprentice.. He was proud of Rowanflower, he truly was, the young cat had gone a long way and he was finally ready to be a warrior. But.. Grousestar couldn't help but feel a strange sense of loneliness without a young cat to teach, not that he would ever let on to this, normally he never felt that before. To feel lonely. But he was missing a part of his day, when he would take out his apprentice to the training plateau and teach him new things, test his abilities.. Flicking his ears, he decided it was best not to linger on the thought, he could select a new apprentice as soon as a kit was ready to be apprenticed. Besides, he was busy anyways! Happiness replacing that vague lonely feeling, the brown tabby strengthened his purr and continued grooming himself in the sunlight.

Really, not having a mentor anymore was supposed to feel like some sort of freedom, a privilege given to those who had graduated from apprentice duties, and learned all there was to know about clan life for beginners. However, Rowanflower's former mentor... he was the definition of freedom, a wandering soul who ran like the wind, and whose personality was like the flow of a river. He was always doing something, always being able to instruct in the kindest way- really, Grousestar was somebody who was quite interesting in many ways, a complicated cat, though he was kind and polite to every extent. He wanted to learn more about the leader, about the cat who'd shaped him into something to be proud of. There were still feelings left after his warrior ceremony, ones that needed to be addressed. They were ones of curiosity, of wanting to know what made him tick- and there were also traces of admiration, a kind that he'd feel for a cat who made him so, so happy. Walking with the tabby just made him feel like nothing else mattered in the world, that it was only him and Grouse. Will we not get to see each other again, now that I'm a warrior? He wanted to get to know him now, as a friend and not an apprentice. Friends, maybe even something more- the feelings were somewhat deep, and hard to describe. It crushed him not to talk about them directly, but he made it out alive. Watching as cats filled up the clearing with chatter about the new deputy and the new ceremonies together, he faintly began to smile as a familiar face appeared in the distance, starting to sun on the rocks towards the edge of camp. "...Hey!" He called out, his tail waving in greetings as he traversed across the clearing, the new warrior's bright ginger pelt practically glowing in the sunlight- which was odd these days, seeing that it was mostly cloudy winters instead.
Walking towards his former mentor Grousestar with ease, the young tom sat next to the older cat, eyes gleaming as they set themselves down to look towards the brown tabby cat. "...Rowanflower, huh? It fits!" He laughed for a second, before letting his voice grow a bit quieter for a second as he continued to speak. "Thank you. Thank you for... absolutely everything you did for me, Grousestar."

"You're an... important cat to me, you know?"

[monfang]

( Spirited Darkness )
Smokeykit sniffed around, following Lioncry. She took in new scents and smells, realizing there were many here. It worried her, and her pace slowed to a cautious walk. Not used to many others, she felt insecure and slowly began to fall farther behind the molly, her ears flattening on her head and her silver eyes showing a worried look. She had bad run-ins with other loners, and didn't feel safe with other cats. The normal way of the loner.

[doghouse]

( Spirited Darkness )
Smokeykit sniffed around, following Lioncry. She took in new scents and smells, realizing there were many here. It worried her, and her pace slowed to a cautious walk. Not used to many others, she felt insecure and slowly began to fall farther behind the molly, her ears flattening on her head and her silver eyes showing a worried look. She had bad run-ins with other loners, and didn't feel safe with other cats. The normal way of the loner.
Lioncry noticed that Smokeykit was lagging behind and she slowed her pace, noticing also how discomforted the she-kit was, and she rested her tail on her shoulders. “It's alright. Nobody's gonna hurt you.” she promised honestly, trying to sound cheerful. “You're safe.” she kept pace with Smokeykit, though the turn of today was rather surprising, she didn't feel all that surprised. She just felt... calm.... The golden warrior was heading for the stream that was in camp, and they were nearly there.

[monfang]

Lioncry noticed that Smokeykit was lagging behind and she slowed her pace, noticing also how discomforted the she-kit was, and she rested her tail on her shoulders. “It's alright. Nobody's gonna hurt you.” she promised honestly, trying to sound cheerful. “You're safe.” she kept pace with Smokeykit, though the turn of today was rather surprising, she didn't feel all that surprised. She just felt... calm.... The golden warrior was heading for the stream that was in camp, and they were nearly there.
Smokeykit nodded nervously and stayed close by the molly. She came up to the stream and lapped the fresh, clean water. The coolness soothed her throat and she smiled slightly. After her mind has off her throat, her stomach growled slightly. "You, uh, you don't happen to have any food, do ya?" she asked, her voice still filled with a bit of nervousness.

[doghouse]

Smokeykit nodded nervously and stayed close by the molly. She came up to the stream and lapped the fresh, clean water. The coolness soothed her throat and she smiled slightly. After her mind has off her throat, her stomach growled slightly. "You, uh, you don't happen to have any food, do ya?" she asked, her voice still filled with a bit of nervousness.
Lioncry inclined her head, then remembered that Smokeykit couldn't see that. “As it happens, we do.” she purred. “This way.” she meowed, touching Smokeykit's shoulder with her tail and guiding her slightly towards the fresh-kill pile. “Have you had fresh-kill before?” she asked as they got there, curiosity lacing her mew.

[monfang]

Lioncry inclined her head, then remembered that Smokeykit couldn't see that. “As it happens, we do.” she purred. “This way.” she meowed, touching Smokeykit's shoulder with her tail and guiding her slightly towards the fresh-kill pile. “Have you had fresh-kill before?” she asked as they got there, curiosity lacing her mew.
Smokeykit sniffed the fresh-kill and looked up. The term 'fresh-kill' wasn't used around her, and she tilted her head. "F-Fresh-kill?"

[doghouse]

Smokeykit sniffed the fresh-kill and looked up. The term 'fresh-kill' wasn't used around her, and she tilted her head. "F-Fresh-kill?"
Lioncry tilted her head in amusement. “Fresh-kill are small animals that we've hunted and killed to eat. Though we never kill anything without good cause, and we always praise StarClan for the life of the animal we have taken.” she could guess Smokeykit's next question being something about StarClan, but she could be wrong. She bent and plucked up a vole. “Sniff this. It's called a vole. They're really good.” she meowed, lowering it towards Smokeykit. She would take Smokeykit back to the nursery and tear a piece of the vole off for her to try. It was the best way to get her used to meat, and not milk.

[The Cannibal]

Really, not having a mentor anymore was supposed to feel like some sort of freedom, a privilege given to those who had graduated from apprentice duties, and learned all there was to know about clan life for beginners. However, Rowanflower's former mentor... he was the definition of freedom, a wandering soul who ran like the wind, and whose personality was like the flow of a river. He was always doing something, always being able to instruct in the kindest way- really, Grousestar was somebody who was quite interesting in many ways, a complicated cat, though he was kind and polite to every extent. He wanted to learn more about the leader, about the cat who'd shaped him into something to be proud of. There were still feelings left after his warrior ceremony, ones that needed to be addressed. They were ones of curiosity, of wanting to know what made him tick- and there were also traces of admiration, a kind that he'd feel for a cat who made him so, so happy. Walking with the tabby just made him feel like nothing else mattered in the world, that it was only him and Grouse. Will we not get to see each other again, now that I'm a warrior? He wanted to get to know him now, as a friend and not an apprentice. Friends, maybe even something more- the feelings were somewhat deep, and hard to describe. It crushed him not to talk about them directly, but he made it out alive. Watching as cats filled up the clearing with chatter about the new deputy and the new ceremonies together, he faintly began to smile as a familiar face appeared in the distance, starting to sun on the rocks towards the edge of camp. "...Hey!" He called out, his tail waving in greetings as he traversed across the clearing, the new warrior's bright ginger pelt practically glowing in the sunlight- which was odd these days, seeing that it was mostly cloudy winters instead.
Walking towards his former mentor Grousestar with ease, the young tom sat next to the older cat, eyes gleaming as they set themselves down to look towards the brown tabby cat. "...Rowanflower, huh? It fits!" He laughed for a second, before letting his voice grow a bit quieter for a second as he continued to speak. "Thank you. Thank you for... absolutely everything you did for me, Grousestar."

"You're an... important cat to me, you know?"

In the midst of peacefully grooming his chest, his ears perked up as he heard some cat call out a Hey!, his gaze instinctively shifting upwards and scanning for the cat that had said it, curious to see if it was directed at him or something cat, that is, until his eyes focused on his former apprentice, Rowanflower. A louder purr erupting from his chest and his head straightening up with a grin of delight as the young tom waved his tail before he promptly made his way across the clearing to the brown tabby, who scooted over just slightly in the sun patch to allow the younger cat room in the warmth. For this time of season, it was strangely warm, but Grousestar didn't mind it one bit, he liked the warm! But then again, he liked the cold too, each had their merits in his mind and he didn't focused on the negatives of them either, considering he was an optimist the negatives almost didn't even exist to him. But I digress, as Rowanflower sat next to him, he would likely be able to hear the thick rumbling purr of his former mentor, it was nearly impossible to miss along with the bright glimmering of happiness that filled the green eyes that peered over at him.
Remaining laying down, the leader simply looked up at the ginger and white tom, continuously purring his happiness and comfortably crossing his forepaws in front of him and curling his tail close to his side. "Yes, I believe I picked a good name for you." (Even though you picked it, but ya know, whatever xD) Chuckled out the tom before closing his eyes and lowering his chin to his arms, ears still angled to the new warrior beside him, letting the moment of silence pass between them before opening his eyes again as he heard Rowanflower thanking him, his brows arching a bit as he heard the thanks, not quite something he was expecting. "Huh? Oh it's no problem Rowan, it was my job to do the best I could for you! I'm glad to see the warrior you've become, I always knew you would be a great addition to this clan since the second I touched noses with you the night of the ceremony." Grousestar purred out before listening to what the ginger cat said next, lifting his head to tilt it a bit in curiosity.
"An important cat to you? Well you're important to be as well! Just like every warrior, every apprentice, every kit, every queen, every elder is in this clan.. All of you are very important to me, you're all like family!" Meowed the tom in a light-hearted fashion, that purring noise still evident in his voice.

[monfang]

Lioncry tilted her head in amusement. “Fresh-kill are small animals that we've hunted and killed to eat. Though we never kill anything without good cause, and we always praise StarClan for the life of the animal we have taken.” she could guess Smokeykit's next question being something about StarClan, but she could be wrong. She bent and plucked up a vole. “Sniff this. It's called a vole. They're really good.” she meowed, lowering it towards Smokeykit. She would take Smokeykit back to the nursery and tear a piece of the vole off for her to try. It was the best way to get her used to meat, and not milk.
Smokeykit tilted her head more. "S-StarC-Clan?" she asked. She sniffed the vole, and took a small bite, letting the fresh meat fill her mouth. The taste was amazing, and she took another eager bite, her mouth watering a bit from days without food. She smiled softly and after a third bite, she looked up at Lioncry.

[Fel]

In the midst of peacefully grooming his chest, his ears perked up as he heard some cat call out a Hey!, his gaze instinctively shifting upwards and scanning for the cat that had said it, curious to see if it was directed at him or something cat, that is, until his eyes focused on his former apprentice, Rowanflower. A louder purr erupting from his chest and his head straightening up with a grin of delight as the young tom waved his tail before he promptly made his way across the clearing to the brown tabby, who scooted over just slightly in the sun patch to allow the younger cat room in the warmth. For this time of season, it was strangely warm, but Grousestar didn't mind it one bit, he liked the warm! But then again, he liked the cold too, each had their merits in his mind and he didn't focused on the negatives of them either, considering he was an optimist the negatives almost didn't even exist to him. But I digress, as Rowanflower sat next to him, he would likely be able to hear the thick rumbling purr of his former mentor, it was nearly impossible to miss along with the bright glimmering of happiness that filled the green eyes that peered over at him.
Remaining laying down, the leader simply looked up at the ginger and white tom, continuously purring his happiness and comfortably crossing his forepaws in front of him and curling his tail close to his side. "Yes, I believe I picked a good name for you." (Even though you picked it, but ya know, whatever xD) Chuckled out the tom before closing his eyes and lowering his chin to his arms, ears still angled to the new warrior beside him, letting the moment of silence pass between them before opening his eyes again as he heard Rowanflower thanking him, his brows arching a bit as he heard the thanks, not quite something he was expecting. "Huh? Oh it's no problem Rowan, it was my job to do the best I could for you! I'm glad to see the warrior you've become, I always knew you would be a great addition to this clan since the second I touched noses with you the night of the ceremony." Grousestar purred out before listening to what the ginger cat said next, lifting his head to tilt it a bit in curiosity.
"An important cat to you? Well you're important to be as well! Just like every warrior, every apprentice, every kit, every queen, every elder is in this clan.. All of you are very important to me, you're all like family!" Meowed the tom in a light-hearted fashion, that purring noise still evident in his voice.

...I'm like his family? W-what does that mean? Rowanflower never considered that- it was a strange feeling, but not something that could be described like... family. His family wasn't nearly as kind as Grousestar, and he'd never consider him to be anything like Mapleleaf, who abandoned him and ran off into the night. "B-But it's not like family!" He exclaimed, blurting it out. "Because you're here for me when they aren't, when nobody is there for me because everybody else that I could've possibly made bonds with is already gone, because you actually care about me." Heaving out a sigh, Rowan's shoulders shrugged as he still sat, green eyes flashing with emotion as he talked. Why can't I just get the words out, why do I have to keep veering away from that one sentence? I can't say it- can I get him to notice why I feel like this without stating it? His long-haired tail swishing across the air back-and forth, the tom's paws fumbling around awkwardly as he thought to himself, trying to remain confident and not have to hang his head low as he talked. Ears flattening against his head as he nervously imagined what he needed to say next, about what move would be the right one as he sat there, waiting quietly. "Because it's more than what I feel for every cat in my clan, and it's even more than I should feel for you for just being my former mentor- it's something else, Grousestar."
...The weather wasn't exactly perfect, but it was better than nothing for this conversation, with the bright leaves which used to decorate the trees falling onto the camp's floor, allowing Skyclan cats to finally get a glimpse of the sky they were named after above the camp, instead of a field of trees towering over their heads as usual. He never wanted to have to be so awkward around this cat, the former mentor he'd tried to find everything about, and failed miserably. He wanted to know his likes, dislikes, the new leader's motivations- everything, because he was extremely interesting to him. For awhile, Rowanflower had brushed it off as simple entertainment, but there was something about him that just felt like it wasn't right, like there was a flicker of something else thrown in there, a spark that eventually grew into an inferno of feelings, of emotion.

[Fel]

Auroraflame playfully elbowed Morningbrook on his right arm. She rolled her eyes though it was clear she was laughing on the inside with a wide smile on her face. "Well we certainly can't tell the future", Auroraflame said, "So maybe you could be right". "For once.", she added in afterwards, trying not to laugh really loudly. Yeah right. Like any tom could fall for me with the name 'Aurorastar', she thought. I'm nowhere near the time of being called that. Grousestar still has all his nine lives in good conditions, Auroraflame thought. "If anyone is going to have cats trailing after them i'm sure it'll be you with that fluffy tail", Auroraflame teased. The thought made her laugh. Morningbrook seemed like a cat who would easily be able to get a she cat to fall for him. He certainly had a good sense of humour. It was just about as good as hers! He would have no problem finding a cat to love.

After his best friend's remark about how he was finally right about something, Morningbrook shove her shoulder playfully, laughing. "Hey, I've been right more than once!" He pointed out, eyes gleaming with happiness as he talked. "Besides, I've never been in love before, I don't think- I never knew what it felt like, so give me a break!" Aurora, she was somebody he could actually talk to- and it almost felt like he could tell her anything, almost. He'd been in love before, but didn't want to admit it- if he did that, it could ruin his chances with another cat he had feelings for- telling her, maybe even telling anyone could ruin what little chance he had. "And what to the sizes of your tails have to do with romance? I think you're hallucinating, 'Rora!" He called her a nickname- it just came to mind after hearing her full name so often, really. Auroraflame.

[Empress Of Evil]

After his best friend's remark about how he was finally right about something, Morningbrook shove her shoulder playfully, laughing. "Hey, I've been right more than once!" He pointed out, eyes gleaming with happiness as he talked. "Besides, I've never been in love before, I don't think- I never knew what it felt like, so give me a break!" Aurora, she was somebody he could actually talk to- and it almost felt like he could tell her anything, almost. He'd been in love before, but didn't want to admit it- if he did that, it could ruin his chances with another cat he had feelings for- telling her, maybe even telling anyone could ruin what little chance he had. "And what to the sizes of your tails have to do with romance? I think you're hallucinating, 'Rora!" He called her a nickname- it just came to mind after hearing her full name so often, really. Auroraflame.


"Never been in love before have you?", Auroraflame said in friendly suspicion, raising an eye. "Are you sure you haven't had even a teeny tiny crush before?", Auroraflame teased. She was truthfully kind of curious to know if Morningbrook really had ever had a crush, but at the same time she was teasing him. She liked knowing the little secrets that cats kept, even though she knew she shouldn't stick her nose into other cats business. "I'm not hallucinating! I never hallucinate!", Auroraflame exclaimed, the words making her sound like a little kit. "And you never know! Some cats look at tails when they have problems finding their true love", Auroraflame said, finally bursting out in laughter. When Morningbrook called her by a nickname, she felt....different. She felt more....special. Everyone always called her 'Auroraflame', which was of course her name but....when she was being called by a nickname she just felt like an warrior who was just....normal.

[Fel]

"Never been in love before have you?", Auroraflame said in friendly suspicion, raising an eye. "Are you sure you haven't had even a teeny tiny crush before?", Auroraflame teased. She was truthfully kind of curious to know if Morningbrook really had ever had a crush, but at the same time she was teasing him. She liked knowing the little secrets that cats kept, even though she knew she shouldn't stick her nose into other cats business. "I'm not hallucinating! I never hallucinate!", Auroraflame exclaimed, the words making her sound like a little kit. "And you never know! Some cats look at tails when they have problems finding their true love", Auroraflame said, finally bursting out in laughter. When Morningbrook called her by a nickname, she felt....different. She felt more....special. Everyone always called her 'Auroraflame', which was of course her name but....when she was being called by a nickname she just felt like an warrior who was just....normal.

"N-No! I haven't, Rory! At least, I don't think I've really felt it- 'true love', right? I don't know what it feels like." Morningbrook exclaimed at his friend's sudden request, his fur heating up in awkwardness as he began to babble. He didn't exactly know what to say in that moment, and let out a quiet sigh of relief when his friend changed the subject to tails. "Hey, I say you've gotta look deep into somebody's personality- not just their tails! What if you end up liking a horrible cat because you liked their tail?" He giggled quietly, winking as Auroraflame started laughing about her own wording. "What even does love feel like? It sounds like it's some sort of comfort, right? Maybe it's painful." Morningbrook discussed, trying to think about what this feeling really was, wanting to know if what he was feeling, if it was love. "Have you ever been in love before, Rory?"

[The Cannibal]

...I'm like his family? W-what does that mean? Rowanflower never considered that- it was a strange feeling, but not something that could be described like... family. His family wasn't nearly as kind as Grousestar, and he'd never consider him to be anything like Mapleleaf, who abandoned him and ran off into the night. "B-But it's not like family!" He exclaimed, blurting it out. "Because you're here for me when they aren't, when nobody is there for me because everybody else that I could've possibly made bonds with is already gone, because you actually care about me." Heaving out a sigh, Rowan's shoulders shrugged as he still sat, green eyes flashing with emotion as he talked. Why can't I just get the words out, why do I have to keep veering away from that one sentence? I can't say it- can I get him to notice why I feel like this without stating it? His long-haired tail swishing across the air back-and forth, the tom's paws fumbling around awkwardly as he thought to himself, trying to remain confident and not have to hang his head low as he talked. Ears flattening against his head as he nervously imagined what he needed to say next, about what move would be the right one as he sat there, waiting quietly. "Because it's more than what I feel for every cat in my clan, and it's even more than I should feel for you for just being my former mentor- it's something else, Grousestar."
...The weather wasn't exactly perfect, but it was better than nothing for this conversation, with the bright leaves which used to decorate the trees falling onto the camp's floor, allowing Skyclan cats to finally get a glimpse of the sky they were named after above the camp, instead of a field of trees towering over their heads as usual. He never wanted to have to be so awkward around this cat, the former mentor he'd tried to find everything about, and failed miserably. He wanted to know his likes, dislikes, the new leader's motivations- everything, because he was extremely interesting to him. For awhile, Rowanflower had brushed it off as simple entertainment, but there was something about him that just felt like it wasn't right, like there was a flicker of something else thrown in there, a spark that eventually grew into an inferno of feelings, of emotion.

Seeming a bit surprised at Rowanflower's exclamation, Grousestar fell quiet and slightly tilted his head in confusion, had he said something wrong? Was it wrong.. To consider cats like family? Then what would he consider them then, if not family? Friends was too loose of a term, the brown tabby had always saw family as a strong bond that couldn't be broken, perhaps he hadn't seen it through the eyes of a cat who never really had much family, or good family really. So to say in the least, the older tom was confused, but he patiently listened to what the other cat had to say, the tip of his tail flicking in silent thought.
"Well then er.." Tilting his head further, Grousestar would glance away, furrowing his brows in thought before looking back at the ginger and white tom, flicking one of his ears. "Would that make you a.. Friend? Maybe best friend? I think that's the word it is, best friend." Slowly nodding his head he would smile in a rather innocent fashion, hoping that his new terminology would please whatever mental turmoil the word family brought to Rowanflower's mind, making a mental note not to call cat's family again. Unless, they were in fact, his family.
Hearing what the young warrior said next, the brown tabby would nod his head in confirmation to his own word choice. "Right, best friend! There's only a select few cats that are deemed best friends right? They're better than friends! We were meant to be best friends from the moment I was appointed your mentor Rowan!" The tom purred out with a delighted grin, going back to grooming himself before slowly getting up and stretching with a tiny grunt.
"Come on, my bones will get stiff if I happen to just lay around the clearing all day, lets take this conversation to the territory, hm?" Brushing Rowanflower's shoulder with the tip of his tail, the leader would make his way to the camp entrance, pause there for the ginger and white warrior before traversing into the territory.

[Fel]

Seeming a bit surprised at Rowanflower's exclamation, Grousestar fell quiet and slightly tilted his head in confusion, had he said something wrong? Was it wrong.. To consider cats like family? Then what would he consider them then, if not family? Friends was too loose of a term, the brown tabby had always saw family as a strong bond that couldn't be broken, perhaps he hadn't seen it through the eyes of a cat who never really had much family, or good family really. So to say in the least, the older tom was confused, but he patiently listened to what the other cat had to say, the tip of his tail flicking in silent thought.
"Well then er.." Tilting his head further, Grousestar would glance away, furrowing his brows in thought before looking back at the ginger and white tom, flicking one of his ears. "Would that make you a.. Friend? Maybe best friend? I think that's the word it is, best friend." Slowly nodding his head he would smile in a rather innocent fashion, hoping that his new terminology would please whatever mental turmoil the word family brought to Rowanflower's mind, making a mental note not to call cat's family again. Unless, they were in fact, his family.
Hearing what the young warrior said next, the brown tabby would nod his head in confirmation to his own word choice. "Right, best friend! There's only a select few cats that are deemed best friends right? They're better than friends! We were meant to be best friends from the moment I was appointed your mentor Rowan!" The tom purred out with a delighted grin, going back to grooming himself before slowly getting up and stretching with a tiny grunt.
"Come on, my bones will get stiff if I happen to just lay around the clearing all day, lets take this conversation to the territory, hm?" Brushing Rowanflower's shoulder with the tip of his tail, the leader would make his way to the camp entrance, pause there for the ginger and white warrior before traversing into the territory.

No, Grouse- that's not it- why can't you get what I'm trying to say? I don't want to have to do all this explaining, and it's so hard to get my point across- why can't I just say it out loud, what I really feel? As Grousestar called the two best friends, Rowanflower couldn't believe that his former mentor had no idea what he was talking about. Every minute, the tom got even more confusing- and that's why he felt these feelings, because even under these complex emotions, there was something about the leader which always made him seem interesting. He could always depend on the brown tabby if he was having a hard day, and there was nothing bad about him- it was almost like he hid all his flaws, that all of his innocence stood for something. "Grouse, it's something different than just being best friends, something even more strange and confusing, okay?" The ginger tom breathed as he began to run towards the bigger cat, wondering why he wanted to take this to the territory when he was just sunning so comfortably on those rocks- again with the confusion, with the extremities- I can't figure him out!
His paws dug into the floors of Skyclan's camp as he stood next to Grousestar, eyes shining with determination as the warrior didn't move from his spot- he had to say something quickly. He didn't have to keep it in his head any longer- he didn't want to have to hide anything he felt about himself anymore. "Grouse, it's something else, and it's bigger! I don't know how to describe it..."
"But some cats call it love."

[Mango]

Cucumberpickle frowned," Oh- Silverpaw, I miss you so much, but is it wrong to take a mate and move on, It's been a year since you died, and I mourn you every day!" he buried his head in the ground.

[doghouse]

Duskflight
Lioncry burst into camp, panting heavily. Her sides heaved and her legs ached from the sprint into camp and scramble into the gorge, stepping on small sharp stones the whole way back and catching on bramble bushes and scraping her fur.
The run was panful, but she'd sacrificed her own personal comfort to get here quickly. She turned, looking for the brown tabby fur of Grousestar. “Grousestar!” the tall golden brown furred warrior yowled, as she still referred to herself as a warrior, even though she'd adopted Smokeykit, technically making her a queen.
She looked around, then thought she smelled his familiar scent. “Grousestar!” she repeated urgently, still searching for him among all the other Clanmates. She loved her Clan, but she wished they were out huntng, because it would've been easier to spot Grousestar.
She just wished on all of StarClan that he was here and had heard her, or else she would've come here for nothing, unless he was in his den. If he wasn't in the clearing, she'd check in his den for him.

[Empress Of Evil]

"N-No! I haven't, Rory! At least, I don't think I've really felt it- 'true love', right? I don't know what it feels like." Morningbrook exclaimed at his friend's sudden request, his fur heating up in awkwardness as he began to babble. He didn't exactly know what to say in that moment, and let out a quiet sigh of relief when his friend changed the subject to tails. "Hey, I say you've gotta look deep into somebody's personality- not just their tails! What if you end up liking a horrible cat because you liked their tail?" He giggled quietly, winking as Auroraflame started laughing about her own wording. "What even does love feel like? It sounds like it's some sort of comfort, right? Maybe it's painful." Morningbrook discussed, trying to think about what this feeling really was, wanting to know if what he was feeling, if it was love. "Have you ever been in love before, Rory?"


I bet a moon of patrols he's lying, Auroraflame thought as she listened to Morningbrook's babbling. "Well if that did happen to you then you must have a bad taste in cats", Auroraflame joked. "I'm sure love has a nice comforting feeling that comes with it", Auroraflame then remarked, though she did wonder what love really felt like. When Morningbrook asked if she herself had ever fallen in love herself, she had to think. She was a cat that liked to know the secrets of other cats, but preferred to keep her own secrets secret. But then, Morningbrook was her best friend, she could trust him. "I've had a few crushes as an apprentice. But they weren't anything serious", Auroraflame finally admitted. She wasnt sure how morningbrook would react. Whether he would tease her, be confused or whatever.

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight
Lioncry burst into camp, panting heavily. Her sides heaved and her legs ached from the sprint into camp and scramble into the gorge, stepping on small sharp stones the whole way back and catching on bramble bushes and scraping her fur.
The run was panful, but she'd sacrificed her own personal comfort to get here quickly. She turned, looking for the brown tabby fur of Grousestar. “Grousestar!” the tall golden brown furred warrior yowled, as she still referred to herself as a warrior, even though she'd adopted Smokeykit, technically making her a queen.
She looked around, then thought she smelled his familiar scent. “Grousestar!” she repeated urgently, still searching for him among all the other Clanmates. She loved her Clan, but she wished they were out huntng, because it would've been easier to spot Grousestar.
She just wished on all of StarClan that he was here and had heard her, or else she would've come here for nothing, unless he was in his den. If he wasn't in the clearing, she'd check in his den for him.
As per usual for Grouse's midday routine, if he wasn't out in the territory on one of his daily walks or checking up on the warriors and other members of Skyclan, he was basking in the sun on a rock in the clearing, carefully licking a paw with the neat remains of a robin beside him.
Life as a leader wasn't busy enough for Grouse actually, he found himself with more and more free time with each day and it was causing his paws to itch, he's not sure he liked laying in the sun like this when he could be.. Assigning patrols or something, he'd have to say he liked life as a deputy more, but never would he let this be known to another cat, it was a thing he would hold only to himself. Though surely some cats could see that he was itching to have more work.
When Lioncry burst into the clearing, panting and out of breath, the brown tabby glanced up from his half-bored grooming session (and yet even in boredom, the tom seemed happy, his eyes glimmering in the warm sun) curiously looking at the queen he had delivered the abandoned kit to just a few days before. And soon enough, she was spouting out his name.
Blinking in surprise at the urgency she held, Grousestar leaped off of the rock and went bounding across the clearing to her, sniffing over her carefully for any scent of blood, perhaps something was wrong? But no, there was just a strange faint scent of another cat. But it was Skyclan.
"What is it Lioncry, what do you need?" His tone was quick and yet.. Still there was a calm, happiness, lightheartedness, optimism in his voice that whatever caused her to come bounding in with such urgency, it would be alright even though he didn't know what was going on yet.

[doghouse]

As per usual for Grouse's midday routine, if he wasn't out in the territory on one of his daily walks or checking up on the warriors and other members of Skyclan, he was basking in the sun on a rock in the clearing, carefully licking a paw with the neat remains of a robin beside him.
Life as a leader wasn't busy enough for Grouse actually, he found himself with more and more free time with each day and it was causing his paws to itch, he's not sure he liked laying in the sun like this when he could be.. Assigning patrols or something, he'd have to say he liked life as a deputy more, but never would he let this be known to another cat, it was a thing he would hold only to himself. Though surely some cats could see that he was itching to have more work.
When Lioncry burst into the clearing, panting and out of breath, the brown tabby glanced up from his half-bored grooming session (and yet even in boredom, the tom seemed happy, his eyes glimmering in the warm sun) curiously looking at the queen he had delivered the abandoned kit to just a few days before. And soon enough, she was spouting out his name.
Blinking in surprise at the urgency she held, Grousestar leaped off of the rock and went bounding across the clearing to her, sniffing over her carefully for any scent of blood, perhaps something was wrong? But no, there was just a strange faint scent of another cat. But it was Skyclan.
"What is it Lioncry, what do you need?" His tone was quick and yet.. Still there was a calm, happiness, lightheartedness, optimism in his voice that whatever caused her to come bounding in with such urgency, it would be alright even though he didn't know what was going on yet.
Lioncry stopped and saw Grousestar get up and walk over. She waited rather impatiently as he spoke, quite calmly. She shifted, glad when he'd finished speaking.
“A loner....” she stopped, lowering her voice so only he could hear her. “An injured loner, who seems to know of StarClan and all related stuff crossed into our territory, and has requested to see you.” she whispered, flattening her ears slightly as she spoke to him. “He's iin the territory, being... probably cariied at this point, to camp.” the large golden furred warrior finished, dipping her head respectively, having finally fought her breath.
And she was no longer panting and her flanks were no longer heaving with exhaustion by now, and she was ready to run back to help if need be. She shifted, but was starting to feel calmer, more patient. The ache in her paws faded away into nothing but a dull pain that she barely noticed. Lion's black tipped ears swiveled about, giving away that she was feeling more relaxed now that she'd calmed down.
He tail tip flicked, but she was inwardly trying to keep herself busy and from running back out into the territory to see if there was anything she could do to help further. If Grousestar asked for it, she would take him to the others, if not, she would either wait or run back without him. She looked around in a failed attempt to hide her rather impatient face, as her impatience grew steadily as she waited for his answer, but then she shook out her fur, clearing her thought and calming herself.

[The Cannibal]

Lioncry stopped and saw Grousestar get up and walk over. She waited rather impatiently as he spoke, quite calmly. She shifted, glad when he'd finished speaking.
“A loner....” she stopped, lowering her voice so only he could hear her. “An injured loner, who seems to know of StarClan and all related stuff crossed into our territory, and has requested to see you.” she whispered, flattening her ears slightly as she spoke to him. “He's iin the territory, being... probably cariied at this point, to camp.” the large golden furred warrior finished, dipping her head respectively, having finally fought her breath.
And she was no longer panting and her flanks were no longer heaving with exhaustion by now, and she was ready to run back to help if need be. She shifted, but was starting to feel calmer, more patient. The ache in her paws faded away into nothing but a dull pain that she barely noticed. Lion's black tipped ears swiveled about, giving away that she was feeling more relaxed now that she'd calmed down.
He tail tip flicked, but she was inwardly trying to keep herself busy and from running back out into the territory to see if there was anything she could do to help further. If Grousestar asked for it, she would take him to the others, if not, she would either wait or run back without him. She looked around in a failed attempt to hide her rather impatient face, as her impatience grew steadily as she waited for his answer, but then she shook out her fur, clearing her thought and calming herself.
Falling quiet as he listened to Lioncry explain what had her so anxious and out of breath from running, his green eyes glancing at the ground in thought as she informed him of a loner that knew of Starclan and had wished to speak to him out in the territory. That's strange, maybe it's just a Skyclan warrior that slipped away to become a loner and is now wanting to rejoin the clan? Thought the tom for a moment before looking back at the impatient warrior.
"Alright, take me to him, I will speak with him." He eventually meowed, briskly padding for the camp entrance without waiting for the golden warrior because he knew she wouldn't be far behind him.
But what had made Lioncry so urgent to get to him if it was just an injured loner? He decided it was best not to question her, but simply let her take him to them so that he could see what the loner wants.

[mapledash]

Mapledash quietly padded out of the medicine cat's den and startd looking around. This was very different from thunderclan, but it was definitely a cat clan, the same apprentices running around and fighting, the same kits pranking the elders, speaking if wich, the same grumpy elders, the same lonely cats here and there on the edges of the clearing, remembering how lonely he felt right now without sagewhisker. He wished he could find her, probably on her way back to find her clan or either back in the twoleg place where he lost her. He had grown fond and trustfull of the she-cat, but he had to keep going or he would have never got out of that twoleg place. He sat on the side of the clearing, escaping a sight as he thought about his adventures, still expecting to feel her fur brush against his as he settled down, like when they did before going to sleep. They had been together for so long on this journey. He sat down, watching the clan he knew nothing about, thinking of what to do next.

Duskflight

[doghouse]

Lioncry padded into camp and sat, looking around. She cast a worried glance in the direction of the nursery, as she didn't see Smokeykit. The large golden furred molly got up and padded towards the fresh-kill pile. She plucked up a sparrow and padded over to a hidden corner of the camp, enjoying the moment to herself. She sat down to eat, though instead she pushed it away and remained still, not moving or speaking. Just watching the others. She spotted several cats, but she wasn't close to any of them. Some of them she was pretty sure she'd never spoken to. She closed her eyes, angling her face up towards the sky, towards StarClan.

[The Cannibal]

Mapledash quietly padded out of the medicine cat's den and startd looking around. This was very different from thunderclan, but it was definitely a cat clan, the same apprentices running around and fighting, the same kits pranking the elders, speaking if wich, the same grumpy elders, the same lonely cats here and there on the edges of the clearing, remembering how lonely he felt right now without sagewhisker. He wished he could find her, probably on her way back to find her clan or either back in the twoleg place where he lost her. He had grown fond and trustfull of the she-cat, but he had to keep going or he would have never got out of that twoleg place. He sat on the side of the clearing, escaping a sight as he thought about his adventures, still expecting to feel her fur brush against his as he settled down, like when they did before going to sleep. They had been together for so long on this journey. He sat down, watching the clan he knew nothing about, thinking of what to do next.

Duskflight
It had been a little bit for the strange new cat to heal up from his injuries, but Grousestar didn't mind waiting at all, he couldn't expect a cat to heal quickly, especially a cat that had been traveling long as he was told by the patrol that found him So as patient and polite as he was, the leader had given the tom as much time as he needed to heal up and finally, as he returned to camp after a successful hunting trip, he spotted the stranger coming out of the medicine cat den finally, looking much better than he had before and obviously conscious, hopefully ready to speak. Purring quietly to himself, the brown tabby placed his three kills on the fresh kill pile and approached Mapledash, lowering his head in a polite gesture of greeting.
"Greetings there stranger, would you mind meeting me in my den so that perhaps we can finally speak? I.. Have plenty of questions to ask if you'd be willing enough to answer them. Feel free to grab a piece of prey and pad to my den when you're ready." Meowed the tom in a friendly, pleasant tone, his demeanor hinting at nothing that was malicious or ill-bearing, it was as if the tom completely trusted this stranger without question, as if he had known him and grew up with him in the same clan. And sure, Grousestar trusted the tom, but deep down there was still caution because he of course, didn't know him, he didn't even know his name, it was only sensible to be cautious with him. But, as I've said, this caution didn't show at all, the brown tabby appeared as friendly as he did with his clanmates.
Flashing a smile, he would turn around and pad towards his den, entering it and settling down to wait for the newcomer to enter as well, eager to get down to the facts about where he came from and things of the like.
{We're going to move this to the leaders den so you can either reply here or go ahead and post in the den, the choice is up to you c: }

[mapledash]

It had been a little bit for the strange new cat to heal up from his injuries, but Grousestar didn't mind waiting at all, he couldn't expect a cat to heal quickly, especially a cat that had been traveling long as he was told by the patrol that found him So as patient and polite as he was, the leader had given the tom as much time as he needed to heal up and finally, as he returned to camp after a successful hunting trip, he spotted the stranger coming out of the medicine cat den finally, looking much better than he had before and obviously conscious, hopefully ready to speak. Purring quietly to himself, the brown tabby placed his three kills on the fresh kill pile and approached Mapledash, lowering his head in a polite gesture of greeting.
"Greetings there stranger, would you mind meeting me in my den so that perhaps we can finally speak? I.. Have plenty of questions to ask if you'd be willing enough to answer them. Feel free to grab a piece of prey and pad to my den when you're ready." Meowed the tom in a friendly, pleasant tone, his demeanor hinting at nothing that was malicious or ill-bearing, it was as if the tom completely trusted this stranger without question, as if he had known him and grew up with him in the same clan. And sure, Grousestar trusted the tom, but deep down there was still caution because he of course, didn't know him, he didn't even know his name, it was only sensible to be cautious with him. But, as I've said, this caution didn't show at all, the brown tabby appeared as friendly as he did with his clanmates.
Flashing a smile, he would turn around and pad towards his den, entering it and settling down to wait for the newcomer to enter as well, eager to get down to the facts about where he came from and things of the like.
{We're going to move this to the leaders den so you can either reply here or go ahead and post in the den, the choice is up to you c: }

Mapledash dipped his head to the leader when he approached him, sending back the politeness. "Greetings, uhmm... grousestar, right? I'll be on my way to your den in a second." he meowed in answer, standing and padding to the fresh kill pile. He stopped next to it and looked at his surroundings, wondering if he should do hunting later to deserve this, like they did in his own clan. If he didn't hunt, they couldn't take their part of the fresh-kill, that's how it worked. He presumed he could go hunt later once he was done speaking with grousestar, maybe even go with him to keep talking once out there and learn a little about this clan. He picked up a prey, not really being picky, he took the one on top, and headed to the leader's den.

(Right, post in there when you see this C:)

[Starfall]

Cloudspots flicked his paw against the ground, kicking up a small dust cloud as he did so. The dappled warrior let out a sigh and looked around, his sky blue eyes raked across the clearing "some help i was." He sighed and looked up and watched as a fluffy white cloud slowly drifted by "Sorry...gotta admit i could've done better in that situation." He sighed and hung his head, his tail flicked back and fourth. After a few moments the dappled tom let out a long sigh and began to pad twords the fresh kill pile 'Grousestar probably thinks i'm a mouse-brain now, spacing off as he was talking to me.' he thought to himself as he bent over and picked up a small bird.
{Open Rp}

[Mango]

Cucumberpickle sat down," Pebblekit and Cinderkit would be a perfect names."

[Mango]

Coffee bean sat quietly pondering.

[Razmoose]

RavenWhisker placed his slim vole and pudgy rabbit delicately on the pile, than he chose a small mouse someone had probably captured not too long ago,but it was strange because his stomach was growling....yet he couldn't bear to eat anything from the pile. He decided to try to force eat himself, but that just wouldn't work. His fur rose up on end annoyed that he just couldn't eat anything and hoped he would be fine. he wasn't in pain so he wouldn't visit the medicine den yet.He layed in a spot somewhere in camp and stretched in exhaustion, hunger gnawing endlessly at his stomach.

[Fel]

I bet a moon of patrols he's lying, Auroraflame thought as she listened to Morningbrook's babbling. "Well if that did happen to you then you must have a bad taste in cats", Auroraflame joked. "I'm sure love has a nice comforting feeling that comes with it", Auroraflame then remarked, though she did wonder what love really felt like. When Morningbrook asked if she herself had ever fallen in love herself, she had to think. She was a cat that liked to know the secrets of other cats, but preferred to keep her own secrets secret. But then, Morningbrook was her best friend, she could trust him. "I've had a few crushes as an apprentice. But they weren't anything serious", Auroraflame finally admitted. She wasnt sure how morningbrook would react. Whether he would tease her, be confused or whatever.

"...What did they feel like- the crushes?" Morningbrook asked, his eyes widening as Auroraflame revealed that she's had crushes and felt love before. He needed to know if what he felt really was love- even if they were in Starclan already, it wouldn't hurt for him to know. His fluffy pelt bristled up in a spark of embarrassment as she contradicted his statement about love hurting- of course you couldn't be hurt by somebody who loves you- I should've seen that coming, really. The cream-colored tom's amber eyes glistened with entertainment as he settled down to listen to what his friend would say first- he didn't want to rush her, but he wanted to desperately know. "But if you don't wanna tell, t-that's fine! I'm cool with it, don't worry!" Oh gosh, he wanted to know so badly, but the thought of being rude was... undesirable at it's best. It never something you could just wish away, and he had to try his very hardest not to pry the story from her mind as soon as she spoke a single word- Morningbrook was just extremely interested in the topic.

[Starfall]

{Open Rp}
Rainpebble padded out of the warriors den and stretched, her silver pelt shone in the sunlight. The senior warrior padded twards the fresh kill pile and looked down "Hmm...I should go hunting and help stock up the pile." she stated and flicked her tail. The silver molly looked around the clearing, her silver eyes raked across the clearing as she looked for a familiar face. "Don't really want to go hunting on my own." she said as she pouted, playfulness dripped from her words as she twitched her nose and began to pad twards the gorse tunnel, to the skyclan territory.

[Empress Of Evil]

"...What did they feel like- the crushes?" Morningbrook asked, his eyes widening as Auroraflame revealed that she's had crushes and felt love before. He needed to know if what he felt really was love- even if they were in Starclan already, it wouldn't hurt for him to know. His fluffy pelt bristled up in a spark of embarrassment as she contradicted his statement about love hurting- of course you couldn't be hurt by somebody who loves you- I should've seen that coming, really. The cream-colored tom's amber eyes glistened with entertainment as he settled down to listen to what his friend would say first- he didn't want to rush her, but he wanted to desperately know. "But if you don't wanna tell, t-that's fine! I'm cool with it, don't worry!" Oh gosh, he wanted to know so badly, but the thought of being rude was... undesirable at it's best. It never something you could just wish away, and he had to try his very hardest not to pry the story from her mind as soon as she spoke a single word- Morningbrook was just extremely interested in the topic.


Auroraflame shrugged. "It never felt like anything big. I mean, I felt super happy everytime I talked to them but other then that....", Auroraflame trailed. The ebony coloured she cat suddenly noticed how....eager, Morningbrook had seemed when he asked her that question. To be honest, she didn't feel suspicious or anything, simply curious as to know what was going on in the cream coloured tom's mind."Why do you ask?", Auroraflame then asked, tilting her head to the side in curiousity. It was a topic that Auroraflame talked about, she mostly talked about other stuff. She had only actually talked about love once or twice as a warrior. As an apprentice, it was a little more common for her mind to stray away and jump onto that topic though. Another thing that the deputy wondered was if Morningbrook really had had a crush before. He seemed like a cat that would have romantic interests, but at the same time he seemed like a single pringle. When she had teased him earlier, did he hide any secrets beneath his fluffy pelt? Or did he not?

[mapledash]

Sagewhisker dipped her head gently to Grousestar, then Auroraflame before heading over to the fresh-kill pile. She ignored the suspicious glances heavy on her back and she padded over and selected a mouse. The tortoiseshell she-cat felt small in the big clan, it was like being a newborn kit again. She shook herself and began the gulp the prey down in a few clean bites. Sagewhisker then yawned, drowsy from her journey. She gazed around camp, taking in the new territory.

Mapledash came out from the medicine cat's den. He had missed the meeting, he didn't want to hear the leader call out what they just had discussed. He wanted to get rest, so he went to sleep. But sleep never came to him, so he walked out and tried to ask grousestar if some warriors could show him around the territory to hunt. He still wanted to earn his part of the fresh-kill pile.

As he came out, he looked around for him, his pelt more familiar than others. As he scanned the clearing, he thought he saw Sagewhisker. He blinked and looked away. -no, it's impossible. You've imagined it again.- he told himself before looking around again. He couldn't help but look in that direction again just to be sure, even if he was convinced he just imagined it AGAIN. He took a glimpse again, and froze. "... no way. Sagewhisker? SAGE!" he shouted, running now across the clearing of this clan. It WAS her! Thank starclan!

He came to an alt next to the she-cat, her now familiar pelt hers for once, her scent hitting his nostrils. "Sagewhisker! You found me! I'm so glad you're alright! I thought you were dead back there! I- ..." moment of hesitation. He now realised that he abandonned the she-cat in the horrible twolegplace, left for dead, alone. "I'm sorry... I left you back there. I'm so sorry..." he appologised again. He just hoped she wasn't mad at him now, and that she would forgive him. Even though it would be the best if she hated him, since when their journey would be over, he won't see her again. She'll be back in her clan, and he'll be back in thundrclan. He couldn't imagine how sad this would make him, he had grown so fond of this cat, he lived many things with her in these past few days. His head low for once an other judgement, he waited for her response.

[Gusty]

{Open Rp}
Rainpebble padded out of the warriors den and stretched, her silver pelt shone in the sunlight. The senior warrior padded twards the fresh kill pile and looked down "Hmm...I should go hunting and help stock up the pile." she stated and flicked her tail. The silver molly looked around the clearing, her silver eyes raked across the clearing as she looked for a familiar face. "Don't really want to go hunting on my own." she said as she pouted, playfulness dripped from her words as she twitched her nose and began to pad twards the gorse tunnel, to the skyclan territory.
(I'm really tempted to join in the the Maple-Sage-leader-deputy rp but I don't think my character will fit into the rp, and nor will they want me joining unfortunately, so I'll post here ;3; )

Sycamorebranch was sitting in the clearing, silently grooming his pelt. Here and there, his sandpaper tongue swept across rough patches of tabby fur. It was a special occasion that the tom was doing this, actually, since he didn't usually mind how he looked. But there was a thin line between not caring much and outright not caring, and so, the tom was grooming today. His orbs trailed along to the rest of the clearing. The leader and deputy were there, there were a few warriors, and two newcomers. Sycamore desperately wanted to talk to the unfamiliar cats, as he did with everybody, but they were already absorbed into a conversation.

Oh, he wanted to join in so badly. According to Grousestar's comment to SkyClan, the newcomers were also Clan cats, just not Sky ones. And that SkyClan would have to go on a journey to help against evil forces. That all sounded like a mystical dream, a vision too good to be true. But it'd only be good if he could help out, yes?

Ever since Auroraflame's deputyship, the tom was a bit more annoyed than usual. He wasn't as involved in the clan as he wished to be. The high-ranking ones did everything.

Okay. He needed to take his mind off of the situation, before he caused any more self-harm. Talking to someone else would be good. His eyes scanned across the area towards Rainpebble, one of his fellow clanmates that he'd talked to during various occasions. "I can come with you," he offered, padding up to the senior molly.

[lost]

Chuckling nervously as he was complimented by the she-cat, he flicked his ear a bit and glanced his dull yellow gaze over with a half-smile before finishing off his mouse, his cheeks feeling a bit warm as he saw the admiration in her eyes, making him feel even more awkward. The tom cleared his throat a bit and shifted his weight, glancing away he took a quiet breath in before looking back at her. "T-Thanks Cootfleet." Mewed the tom as he looked at her before quickly averting his gaze, feeling like he had looked at her for two long and she might get offended or feel awkward. Instead he focused on the Skyrock, imagining the leaders and deputies that had stood on that age old rock. When she made the statement about wishing to be as good as a hunter as him, he looked over with that half-smile of his. Did she really mean that? Pawing at the ground a bit, her lowered his head, unsure of what to say, another awkward silence falling between them. "I-I'm not too uh.. Too good at fighting.. I-I don't like hurting other cats.." Said the tom quietly, looking away before beginning to groom himself in a strange, lurching fashion.
(Sorry I took so long.)
"See, I'm better at fighting. But I don't care for hurting cats either, though." She had followed his gaze to the skyrock and had a brief moment of imaging herself up there as 'Cootstar' then laughed to herself at the thought. She wasn't leader material. That's something for Auroraflame, not her. But, if she was made deputy, she would work her hardest. That was a promise, to who was a different thought on its own. "To be honest, fighting is too unnecessary for SkyClan, there's never any foxes or badgers, no other cats..." That was a lie, sometimes there were, but she never had to deal with it. And those that have did just that once. As she started thinking more about this fact, she wondered why SkyClan was the only clan. Why aren't there more? Surely there are others, as this group couldn't be the only one that formed. Perhaps one day they'll discover each other, and unite to protect their homeland. That was a day she hoped to see, but she doubted it wouldn't happen for a long time.

[The Cannibal]

(Sorry I took so long.)
"See, I'm better at fighting. But I don't care for hurting cats either, though." She had followed his gaze to the skyrock and had a brief moment of imaging herself up there as 'Cootstar' then laughed to herself at the thought. She wasn't leader material. That's something for Auroraflame, not her. But, if she was made deputy, she would work her hardest. That was a promise, to who was a different thought on its own. "To be honest, fighting is too unnecessary for SkyClan, there's never any foxes or badgers, no other cats..." That was a lie, sometimes there were, but she never had to deal with it. And those that have did just that once. As she started thinking more about this fact, she wondered why SkyClan was the only clan. Why aren't there more? Surely there are others, as this group couldn't be the only one that formed. Perhaps one day they'll discover each other, and unite to protect their homeland. That was a day she hoped to see, but she doubted it wouldn't happen for a long time.
{It's fine!}

"I-I'm just, not a very strong c-cat.. But I'm uh, I'm glad to hear t-that you're uh, good at f-fighting, it's an um, a v-very admirable skill t-to have." Offered the tom politely with that same awkward half-smile of his. Though a small flicker of confusion went through him as she seemed to almost randomly laugh, his head tilting a bit before he decided it was simply best not to question her on it and looked away instead, looking longingly at the camp entrance before shaking his head. We'll be leaving soon to march on those clans, I'll get plenty of time outside in the forest, and who knows what other kinds of lands we'll be traveling through.
Looking back to Cootfleet with his ears perked up, he tilted his head a bit, perhaps the she-cat hadn't been here when Grousestar had his announcement? It didn't seem that way, she had no clue about the other clans that the leader had talked about and how they were to travel to the clans today.
"W-Were you not.. Not at the um, the meeting t-that uh, Grousestar h-had? He said... S-Said that there were.. Were four other clans a q-quarter of a moon walk from h-here, past T-Twoleg place.. And we're u-um, actually traveling there t-today.. We're l-liberating them from their evil leaders is what he s-said..
There was an air of nervousness in his voice as he spoke about traveling there to liberate them of their leaders, because he knew.. He knew it meant battle. And he was not a good fighter at all, he was a hunter, that was seemingly the only good thing he was good at. But he would have to put his battle skills to the test.

[spade]

for fenic!

Limping ever so slightly from the apprentices' den, dusty white fur ruffled from sleep, was Ashenpaw. The young she-cat parted her jaws in a yawn, blinking the last traces of sleep from her eyes. A sharp pain shot through her back leg as she reached out to stretch it, forcing her to screw up her face. She looked over her shoulder and frowned, slowly flexing and unflexing her hind leg. It had been just over a moon since her and Cinderpaw's encounter with the rogues, and the memory still clung to her as a reminder everyday in the form of her somewhat bum hind leg. When she had been treated by Stormlight, while he was still here, he'd told her that a chance of a full recovery might not be possible, but it wouldn't be too much of a burden. Ashenpaw heaved a sigh and shook her head, placing her leg back on the ground and turning to scan the clearing.

A few days ago, they had learned about four other Clans that resided a few days travel from here, and most of the camp was still on edge because of it. Ashenpaw glanced around and saw, to her liking, that most daily tasks were still running as scheduled. Absentmindedly, she looked around for Cinderpaw as well. He'd been her best friend - well, up until the attack. She had been avoiding him since her accident, as she just couldn't handle being around him right now. It weight heavy on her heart each day, but she knew that she couldn't put herself in a position to break the warrior code like that again. She shook her head and sat down, her hind leg sticking out at a slightly awkward angle as to avoid sending sharp pains up the back of it, and began to wash her tongue in sharp, confident strokes in attempt to smooth down her fur.

[Fel]

for @fenic! (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21)

Limping ever so slightly from the apprentices' den, dusty white fur ruffled from sleep, was Ashenpaw. The young she-cat parted her jaws in a yawn, blinking the last traces of sleep from her eyes. A sharp pain shot through her back leg as she reached out to stretch it, forcing her to screw up her face. She looked over her shoulder and frowned, slowly flexing and unflexing her hind leg. It had been just over a moon since her and Cinderpaw's encounter with the rogues, and the memory still clung to her as a reminder everyday in the form of her somewhat bum hind leg. When she had been treated by Stormlight, while he was still here, he'd told her that a chance of a full recovery might not be possible, but it wouldn't be too much of a burden. Ashenpaw heaved a sigh and shook her head, placing her leg back on the ground and turning to scan the clearing.

A few days ago, they had learned about four other Clans that resided a few days travel from here, and most of the camp was still on edge because of it. Ashenpaw glanced around and saw, to her liking, that most daily tasks were still running as scheduled. Absentmindedly, she looked around for Cinderpaw as well. He'd been her best friend - well, up until the attack. She had been avoiding him since her accident, as she just couldn't handle being around him right now. It weight heavy on her heart each day, but she knew that she couldn't put herself in a position to break the warrior code like that again. She shook her head and sat down, her hind leg sticking out at a slightly awkward angle as to avoid sending sharp pains up the back of it, and began to wash her tongue in sharp, confident strokes in attempt to smooth down her fur.
Cinderpaw had been overflown with a sense of guilt ever since one night when he took his best friend out for a walk, going somewhere he knew was dangerous with her, yet only one of them was paying the price. Surely he had a few scars from the encounter, but they weren't nearly as bad as Ashenpaw's leg. The gray-toned tom had vowed to apologize, but he never found the time to talk to her anymore, especially with this sudden discovery of new clans on the table. Scrambling out of the apprentices' den as quickly as he could, the young tom skidded to a stop by the fresh-kill pile, eyes filled with worry. He'd woken up late, and didn't want to end up dissapointing Yarrowpounce.

Of course, his mentor seemed to kind to be bothered by this, so Cinderpaw made a quick note in his head to meet up with the tom later as he scanned the area. Paws shuffling as he tried to find a comfortable seat, his gaze suddenly landed on a familiar face- Ashenpaw. "Hey!" He called out to the younger apprentice, eyes lighting up as he realized that he would finallly be able to apologize to the molly.

[spade]

Cinderpaw had been overflown with a sense of guilt ever since one night when he took his best friend out for a walk, going somewhere he knew was dangerous with her, yet only one of them was paying the price. Surely he had a few scars from the encounter, but they weren't nearly as bad as Ashenpaw's leg. The gray-toned tom had vowed to apologize, but he never found the time to talk to her anymore, especially with this sudden discovery of new clans on the table. Scrambling out of the apprentices' den as quickly as he could, the young tom skidded to a stop by the fresh-kill pile, eyes filled with worry. He'd woken up late, and didn't want to end up dissapointing Yarrowpounce.

Of course, his mentor seemed to kind to be bothered by this, so Cinderpaw made a quick note in his head to meet up with the tom later as he scanned the area. Paws shuffling as he tried to find a comfortable seat, his gaze suddenly landed on a familiar face- Ashenpaw. "Hey!" He called out to the younger apprentice, eyes lighting up as he realized that he would finallly be able to apologize to the molly.


Ashenpaw's eyes shot open as she heard a familiar voice call out to her. Please, StarClan, she begged as she squeezed her blue eyes shut, internally wincing because she could only guess who it could be. Taking a deep breath, the young molly turned her head and let her gaze land on none other than Cinderpaw, a tail-length or two beside her. "H-Hey, Cinderpaw," she murmured, her voice noticeably subdued, which was quite uncharacteristic for the apprentice. She felt her brain screaming at her, obviously remembering the horror that had caused her leg to be injured and forever associating her gray furred denmate with the injury.

Shuffling her forepaws in the dirt beneath her, the long-furred she-cat rose to a standing position, only pressing her hind leg lightly on the ground as she faced her old friend. For a moment, her blue eyes met his, filled with awkwardness and a tinge of regret, before she quickly looked away and back at her paws. She desperately wished she would quit feeling so on edge around the older tom - he was her best friend! A small sigh escaped her chest as she recalled how she used to be able to joke with him. Now, since avoiding him for the past month, she hadn't really anyone to talk to since her training had become delayed due to her leg.

[Fel]

Auroraflame shrugged. "It never felt like anything big. I mean, I felt super happy everytime I talked to them but other then that....", Auroraflame trailed. The ebony coloured she cat suddenly noticed how....eager, Morningbrook had seemed when he asked her that question. To be honest, she didn't feel suspicious or anything, simply curious as to know what was going on in the cream coloured tom's mind."Why do you ask?", Auroraflame then asked, tilting her head to the side in curiousity. It was a topic that Auroraflame talked about, she mostly talked about other stuff. She had only actually talked about love once or twice as a warrior. As an apprentice, it was a little more common for her mind to stray away and jump onto that topic though. Another thing that the deputy wondered was if Morningbrook really had had a crush before. He seemed like a cat that would have romantic interests, but at the same time he seemed like a single pringle. When she had teased him earlier, did he hide any secrets beneath his fluffy pelt? Or did he not?

Gulping, Morningbrook pondered what he'd say as Auroraflame asked him about why he asked about how the crushes, and more generally how it felt. I guess it is love, after all. He shook his head insistently at her inquiry, blurting out an answer like a mouse running from it's predators. "Nothing... just wanted confirmation on something quickly." He mumbled awkwardly, his fur heating up as the tom tried to answer unsuspiciously. His ears folded against his skull before he tried to change the subject, starting to talk about Auroraflame's new duties as deputy instead. "How's setting up patrols going? It sounds really stressful- oh wait, the entire position of being deputy sunds stressful, honestly." He chuckled, grinning. "Promise me you won't turn out all responsible and boring on us, okay? Now THAT would be a letdown."

[Fel]

Ashenpaw's eyes shot open as she heard a familiar voice call out to her. Please, StarClan, she begged as she squeezed her blue eyes shut, internally wincing because she could only guess who it could be. Taking a deep breath, the young molly turned her head and let her gaze land on none other than Cinderpaw, a tail-length or two beside her. "H-Hey, Cinderpaw," she murmured, her voice noticeably subdued, which was quite uncharacteristic for the apprentice. She felt her brain screaming at her, obviously remembering the horror that had caused her leg to be injured and forever associating her gray furred denmate with the injury.

Shuffling her forepaws in the dirt beneath her, the long-furred she-cat rose to a standing position, only pressing her hind leg lightly on the ground as she faced her old friend. For a moment, her blue eyes met his, filled with awkwardness and a tinge of regret, before she quickly looked away and back at her paws. She desperately wished she would quit feeling so on edge around the older tom - he was her best friend! A small sigh escaped her chest as she recalled how she used to be able to joke with him. Now, since avoiding him for the past month, she hadn't really anyone to talk to since her training had become delayed due to her leg.
She was... surprisingly quiet for herself, almost sounding like she was resigned to only feeling constant grief and regret towards everything. Cinderpaw could partially understand that, but at the same time would never be able to experience what the she-cat had truly gone through. He was just waiting every day to apologize, but she was never there, always running away like he was some sort of monster- but I am one. I got her into that mess which cost her a functioning leg, and I'm the worst monster there ever was for doing that, because Ashenpaw is the nicest cat I've ever known. "Ashenpaw, I..." It was like the tom was stuttering on his own words now, trying to find the right ones to use.

"Y-You're an amazing cat, you know that? You- you never deserved anything but the best." He exclaimed, eyes filled with shame over his past actions as he talked. It was a feeling of guilt and regret, how he wished he could undo all of his past actions and start anew. It was the first time that he really thought before talking, when he made sure not to speak a second too soon. "...Ashenpaw, I'm so sorry."

[spade]

She was... surprisingly quiet for herself, almost sounding like she was resigned to only feeling constant grief and regret towards everything. Cinderpaw could partially understand that, but at the same time would never be able to experience what the she-cat had truly gone through. He was just waiting every day to apologize, but she was never there, always running away like he was some sort of monster- but I am one. I got her into that mess which cost her a functioning leg, and I'm the worst monster there ever was for doing that, because Ashenpaw is the nicest cat I've ever known. "Ashenpaw, I..." It was like the tom was stuttering on his own words now, trying to find the right ones to use.

"Y-You're an amazing cat, you know that? You- you never deserved anything but the best." He exclaimed, eyes filled with shame over his past actions as he talked. It was a feeling of guilt and regret, how he wished he could undo all of his past actions and start anew. It was the first time that he really thought before talking, when he made sure not to speak a second too soon. "...Ashenpaw, I'm so sorry."


At hearing just how broken up Cinderpaw was over her accident, Ashenpaw felt her own heart ache. She missed the tom dearly, and simply missed hearing his laugh in her life. Having spent the greater part of the last moon in the medicine den healing, the molly had thought a lot about their adventure, and why it had ended the way it did. She knew she was just as much to blame as Cinderpaw - he hadn't forced her to leave camp, she'd done that on her own free will. Still, the apprentice couldn't push down the tremors that shot down her spine at seeing him.

"It's fine, really. Don't worry about it," she murmured, forcing a lighter tone to accompany her words this time as she glanced up at Cinderpaw. A forced smile found it's way onto her face, looking odd and out of place. She dropped her gaze to her paws and gave a shrug. "We can just forget it, we both have training and such we need to focus on," she added, wondering at the moment when she should speak to Grousestar about getting assigned a mentor. Her training had been on hold because of her accident and she desperately needed something - anything - to distract her from missing Cinderpaw.

[Starfall]

Gusty
{Lol same}
Rainpebble perked her ears and turned her silver gaze to her clanmate "well of course! The more the merrier" she purred and flicked her tail "and more prey." She laughed and looked past sycamorebranch at the newcomer,leader, and deputy "Wonder what they're talkin' about." She questioned as she slowly began to pad twards the gorse tunnel that lead out to skyclan territory. "I wonder what we're going to be doing now that we cnow that there's other clans." She asked aloud, her words laced with fear, the silver tabby stopped and looked at her companion "what would you do? How would you tackle this, would you help fight along side a stranger, risking your clanmates lives? Or would you leave the one asking for help and keep your clanmates safe?" She asked seriously, her silver eyes danced with seriousness and sparkled with a hint of wisdom as she turned to look at her clanmate.

[Sage]

Mapledash came out from the medicine cat's den. He had missed the meeting, he didn't want to hear the leader call out what they just had discussed. He wanted to get rest, so he went to sleep. But sleep never came to him, so he walked out and tried to ask grousestar if some warriors could show him around the territory to hunt. He still wanted to earn his part of the fresh-kill pile.

As he came out, he looked around for him, his pelt more familiar than others. As he scanned the clearing, he thought he saw Sagewhisker. He blinked and looked away. -no, it's impossible. You've imagined it again.- he told himself before looking around again. He couldn't help but look in that direction again just to be sure, even if he was convinced he just imagined it AGAIN. He took a glimpse again, and froze. "... no way. Sagewhisker? SAGE!" he shouted, running now across the clearing of this clan. It WAS her! Thank starclan!

He came to an alt next to the she-cat, her now familiar pelt hers for once, her scent hitting his nostrils. "Sagewhisker! You found me! I'm so glad you're alright! I thought you were dead back there! I- ..." moment of hesitation. He now realised that he abandonned the she-cat in the horrible twolegplace, left for dead, alone. "I'm sorry... I left you back there. I'm so sorry..." he appologised again. He just hoped she wasn't mad at him now, and that she would forgive him. Even though it would be the best if she hated him, since when their journey would be over, he won't see her again. She'll be back in her clan, and he'll be back in thundrclan. He couldn't imagine how sad this would make him, he had grown so fond of this cat, he lived many things with her in these past few days. His head low for once an other judgement, he waited for her response.

(XD I was thinking that Sage could have a crush on Maple.)

Sagewhisker was taken aback as the familiar tom appeared.
The WindClan molly straitened up and looked at Mapledash. She tried to remain calm but realized she couldn't, for she had deeply missed the tom. The tortoiseshell molly gazed down at her paws and then back up at Mapledash. No....it's not him....well maybe... Her amber gaze widened as she looked the tom over. He certainly sounds real. And he looks real. She sighed and smiled fondly. The molly's eyes were covered in disbeleif and shock. "M-Mapledash.....i-is that y-you?" Sagewhisker meowed shakily. Before she could stop to think, she rested her muzzle on his shoulder.

[Gusty]

Gusty
{Lol same}
Rainpebble perked her ears and turned her silver gaze to her clanmate "well of course! The more the merrier" she purred and flicked her tail "and more prey." She laughed and looked past sycamorebranch at the newcomer,leader, and deputy "Wonder what they're talkin' about." She questioned as she slowly began to pad twards the gorse tunnel that lead out to skyclan territory. "I wonder what we're going to be doing now that we cnow that there's other clans." She asked aloud, her words laced with fear, the silver tabby stopped and looked at her companion "what would you do? How would you tackle this, would you help fight along side a stranger, risking your clanmates lives? Or would you leave the one asking for help and keep your clanmates safe?" She asked seriously, her silver eyes danced with seriousness and sparkled with a hint of wisdom as she turned to look at her clanmate.
"Yeah." The tom said, twitching his tail and looking at Rainpebble. She was in the same position as he was. Wondering what's going on, but not directly in the position of action. If only there wasn't such thing as 'etiquette' so that he could just barge into any conversation he wished. If only he'd originally went into the territory and found Mapledash and Sagewhisker, instead of talking to the medicine cat Ebonypaw. Well, it was too late now.

"I think that we should help the other clans though. Grousestar made a good decision." He said, glancing sideways towards the leader through the corner of his right eye. "StarClan brought the travelers here. It couldn't be a coincidence. They did it for a reason; the other Clans need help. And we're strong enough to help them." He added, whisking his gaze towards the rest of the clan.

"I can sort of understand the other side of the issue- We're stronger, we don't need to help, they mean nothing to us-- but that's not true. There are clans for a reason... I don't know how SkyClan got separated from the rest of 'em, but I guess we have to re-unite." He then abruptly stopped his speech, knowing that if he spoke any longer it'd be annoying. "Oh, how about you? What do you think?" the tabby said said, attempting to be polite, but knowing that he generally was quite the opposite.

[Starfall]

Gusty
Rainpebble smirked at the tom "that's exactly what i was thinking. If they were sent here, by starclan, then there's somwthing we need to do." She stated as she cocked her head to the side to get a better view of the strangers. After looking at the pair her face fell "of course no doubt about it, this is gonna cost some lives." She said dreadfully, turning her silver gaze back to sycamorebranch "but, just remember, don't let fate decide what your destiny is." She stated "you might just make it out of this alive." She observed and began to pad twards the gorse tunnel"but then again, i'm gettin old, maybe a little crazy so it's up to you if you want to take my advice or not." She said, stopping infront of the entrance to skyclan territory, her silver pelt seemed slick as the sun shown on the silver tabby. "Hurry up we gotta get goin' if we want to catch sumth'n before everyone wakes up." She called and pushed her way out of the tunnel, shivering slightly as the branches scratched her back.

Rainpebble looked back at sycamorebranch "gotta be honest tho, i'm excited too see the other clans and how they work, oh! Or maybe what they're named! I should go talk to our two newcomers and get to know them better." She purred, excitement danced in her eyes. The silver tabby padded through the territory, snow crunched beneath her paws "burrr we should try and catch alot, warm prey means warm bellies." She purred, he rtail flicked back and fourth

[Gusty]

starfall (to the territory?)
"I don't mind if I lose my life," Sycamore said proudly. "I'm willing to sacrifice my life for the others in need... and the clans are in more need than us." He said, nodding his head and following Rainpebble to the gorse tunnel ahead. "I do hope I make it out alive though, nonetheless." He paused, wondering how StarClan felt like while waiting for the older warrior to finish up her phrases.

"Oh no, you're not crazy." He said with a slight chuckle. "If anything, I'm probably crazy... This past moon has been long and...different." He wasn't sure if it was for the better or the worse. The two newcomers, well, that was for the better. But he was still a bit wary on other things. Like how quickly the SkyClan high ranks moved up, leaving Grouse as leader and Aurora as deputy. Every time the tabby thought of her, there was a prickle of annoyance running down his spine. It seemed that Grouse had overlooked him to be deputy and chosen his sister instead. "I'm not surprised if everybody's crazy soon."

The tabby followed Rain out into the territory, bobbing his head in agreement. The weather was changing, as it had every single year. "Yep, leaf-fall's moving on to leaf-bare. We have to stock up, before leaf-bare comes..." he trailed off, wondering how horrid the winter would be this season. Last year it wasn't too bad, was it? There was snow, but not an overwhelming blizzard. Hopefully things would be better this year. But no one knows yet.

"A lot of the prey's already gone." The tom noticed, scanning his amber orbs around the brilliant colors. "I still remember green-leaf... so many animals then. It's amazing how they hide so quickly."

[AbsurdJinx]

Empress Of Evil

FeatherPaw neared the fresh-kill pile, a frail blackbird locked tightly in her jaws. She was careful not to pierce the skin with her sharp canines. She dropped her pathetic catch on the pile, staring down at it in a powerful disappointment. She could do much better, that's for sure. Her thin fur was fluffed up as much as possible as to maintain warmth. The harshest of seasons was growing closer, and she was dreading the day the illnesses attacked. Simply the thought of the challenges that came offered her a headache, and she discreetly shook her head to clear her mind of the dark thoughts.

She scooped a scrawny mouse off the pile, deciding she didn't deserve any better. It was more bone than meat, but there were others that needed fresh-kill more than herself. She was expendable when compared to others, and she was knowledgeable of this. FeatherPaw seated herself by the apprentice den, tucking her haunches close and resting her forepaws before her. Her tail was curled at her left flank, brushing her fur in an attempt to offer herself warmth. She set the mouse down between her paws, and she dipped her head down to tear a chunk off. She chewed the meats slowly, savoring the taste that would surely become unknown to her during leaf-bare.

[Maplefur]

Snakekit
(Gonna move them into the clearing)

Leafmist padded into camp, following Wolffur. She looked around at the hustle and bustle as everyone got ready for the journey to follow. A sharp pang of guilt still overtook her, as she knew she wouldn't be coming with them. But we need cats to stay behind anyways, and it's not like I would be much help... She turned to Wolffur, heart pounding as she remembered their conversation. I would like to see where this goes... She wasn't quite sure how she felt about the tom yet- she liked how kind and open he was, and he was definitely a nice sight for the eyes, but she didn't really know him enough yet to say that she liked him. I can see myself liking him in the future, though...

[Snake]

Snakekit
(Gonna move them into the clearing)

Leafmist padded into camp, following Wolffur. She looked around at the hustle and bustle as everyone got ready for the journey to follow. A sharp pang of guilt still overtook her, as she knew she wouldn't be coming with them. But we need cats to stay behind anyways, and it's not like I would be much help... She turned to Wolffur, heart pounding as she remembered their conversation. I would like to see where this goes... She wasn't quite sure how she felt about the tom yet- she liked how kind and open he was, and he was definitely a nice sight for the eyes, but she didn't really know him enough yet to say that she liked him. I can see myself liking him in the future, though...
Wolffur looked over at Leafmist, his pelt hot with embarrassment. Why am I always so open! I might have ruined everything! Then a thought hit him, Should I go with them? Or.... Should I stay... He looked to the others, hoping someone could help him decide. (XD I am making an animation for it!)

[Maplefur]

Wolffur looked over at Leafmist, his pelt hot with embarrassment. Why am I always so open! I might have ruined everything! Then a thought hit him, Should I go with them? Or.... Should I stay... He looked to the others, hoping someone could help him decide. (XD I am making an animation for it!)

(Hahah wait an animation for what? That's cool though, if I tried to animate anything it'd look awful xD)

Leafmist gave Wolffur a soft smile, her eyes shining in the sunlight. "What's wrong?" She asked him. "You seem troubled." She padded closer to him, her light ginger pelt flickering through shadows made from the branches of leaves. She looked up, seeing that almost all the leaves had fallen. Soon it'll be leafbare... As if the weather was reading her thoughts, a sudden breeze ran through the camp, blowing her fur all the wrong way. A shiver ran down her spine. "Brrr!" She huffed.

[Bram246]

Entering the clearing Songkit walked backwards. She was dragging the squirrel by the tail.

[Snake]

(Hahah wait an animation for what? That's cool though, if I tried to animate anything it'd look awful xD)

Leafmist gave Wolffur a soft smile, her eyes shining in the sunlight. "What's wrong?" She asked him. "You seem troubled." She padded closer to him, her light ginger pelt flickering through shadows made from the branches of leaves. She looked up, seeing that almost all the leaves had fallen. Soon it'll be leafbare... As if the weather was reading her thoughts, a sudden breeze ran through the camp, blowing her fur all the wrong way. A shiver ran down her spine. "Brrr!" She huffed.
(For Leafmist and Wolffur, I should have been more specific XD)
He looked back at her, "Well... I just... I just dont know if I should, go with the others... Or if I should stay" He smiled at the last thing, "Yeah, it will be leafbare soon."

[Maplefur]

(For Leafmist and Wolffur, I should have been more specific XD)
He looked back at her, "Well... I just... I just dont know if I should, go with the others... Or if I should stay" He smiled at the last thing, "Yeah, it will be leafbare soon."

Leafmist nodded, sitting down next to him. "Well, I'd just do what you feel is best for the clan- if you could help out better here, then stay, or if you think you'd be more useful on the journey, then go." She paused, looking at Wolffur. "I know I'm staying, I wouldn't be very useful in the fight..."

(Cool, you'll have to show it to me when you're done!)

[Bram246]

Songkit placed the squirrel near the fresh kill pile. She shook herself as she headed back to the nursery.

[Snake]

Leafmist nodded, sitting down next to him. "Well, I'd just do what you feel is best for the clan- if you could help out better here, then stay, or if you think you'd be more useful on the journey, then go." She paused, looking at Wolffur. "I know I'm staying, I wouldn't be very useful in the fight..."

(Cool, you'll have to show it to me when you're done!)
He nodded, "Well I have troubles with fighting so, I will stay" He smiled a little, "Well... It might be fun to stay... We could help apprentices, and it would be nice!"
(I will, I have to go... I have to out to eat.)

[Maplefur]

He nodded, "Well I have troubles with fighting so, I will stay" He smiled a little, "Well... It might be fun to stay... We could help apprentices, and it would be nice!"
(I will, I have to go... I have to out to eat.)

(Alrighty, have fun!)

Leafmist nodded. "You're right, it'll be like we're senior warriors while everyone's gone!" She smiled. "Plus, we'll have more free time. I wonder who Grousestar will put in charge while him and Auroraflame are gone, though?"

[Snake]

(Alrighty, have fun!)

Leafmist nodded. "You're right, it'll be like we're senior warriors while everyone's gone!" She smiled. "Plus, we'll have more free time. I wonder who Grousestar will put in charge while him and Auroraflame are gone, though?"
(Back!!)
He smiled, "It will be fun!" Then he thought about the other thing she said. "I am not sure... I think it will be someone that Grousestar trusts" He mewed

[Maplefur]

(Back!!)
He smiled, "It will be fun!" Then he thought about the other thing she said. "I am not sure... I think it will be someone that Grousestar trusts" He mewed

Leafmist nodded. "Yeah, you're right." She glanced around the camp, feeling out of place with nothing to do. "So, what do you want to do? We don't really need to get ready for anything..."

[Snake]

Leafmist nodded. "Yeah, you're right." She glanced around the camp, feeling out of place with nothing to do. "So, what do you want to do? We don't really need to get ready for anything..."
"True..." He glanced around camp. "I... I am not sure" He was still looking around camp, looking for anything to do.

[Maplefur]

"True..." He glanced around camp. "I... I am not sure" He was still looking around camp, looking for anything to do.

Leafmist sighed. There must be something useful for me to do, besides hunting. She glanced over at the nursery. Perhaps the queens need something? Or the elders? She switched her gaze to the elders' den, feeling utterly useless.

[mapledash]

(XD I was thinking that Sage could have a crush on Maple.)

Sagewhisker was taken aback as the familiar tom appeared.
The WindClan molly straitened up and looked at Mapledash. She tried to remain calm but realized she couldn't, for she had deeply missed the tom. The tortoiseshell molly gazed down at her paws and then back up at Mapledash. No....it's not him....well maybe... Her amber gaze widened as she looked the tom over. He certainly sounds real. And he looks real. She sighed and smiled fondly. The molly's eyes were covered in disbeleif and shock. "M-Mapledash.....i-is that y-you?" Sagewhisker meowed shakily. Before she could stop to think, she rested her muzzle on his shoulder.

Mapledash was surprised by her action. She thought she would be insanely mad at him, but she was as relieved as he was. She was probably aware of all his injuries, and scared for him as much as he was for her. He rested his tail on her back and brushed it gently, giving a lick behind her ear. "Glad to see you too, sage. I wouldn't have left without you." he breathed, feeling a heavy weight dropping from his shoulders. They could finaly leave. Looking up at grousestar, he smiled and gave a nod. -We're ready to head back.-

(Welp, now the thread to go BACK to the clans. Let's hope it doesn't get discontinued too C: )

[Razmoose]

Ravenwhisker fluffed up and yawned pawing at the ground. He had nothing to do and just flicked his ear sitting and licking his paw. He quickly padded over to the prey pile and took a mouse...he had to eat somehow and would not give up as he padded back to his spot,sat down and stared miserably at the dead mouse. Ravenwhisker sighed deeply and continuously stared at the prey in front of his paws.

[Bram246]

Ravenwhisker fluffed up and yawned pawing at the ground. He had nothing to do and just flicked his ear sitting and licking his paw. He quickly padded over to the prey pile and took a mouse...he had to eat somehow and would not give up as he padded back to his spot,sat down and stared miserably at the dead mouse. Ravenwhisker sighed deeply and continuously stared at the prey in front of his paws.
Songkit slipped out the nursery. She didn't like hearing or seeing queens fight. She looked around seeing Ravenwhisker looking at his mouse. The white brown tabby she kit walked over.

[Maplefur]

Leafmist sighed. There must be something useful for me to do, besides hunting. She glanced over at the nursery. Perhaps the queens need something? Or the elders? She switched her gaze to the elders' den, feeling utterly useless.

Snakekit (now that the journey's started)

Leafmist watched the last tail tip disappear from the clearing, a deep sigh escaping her. The clearing was enveloped in silence, and the camp almost seemed deserted. She was already regretting her decision to stay. I wonder what the other clans are like? Will they reach them alright? Who will win the battle? Question after question slipped into her mind, and she found herself staring at the entrance with longing. She tore her gaze away, focusing on the tom besides her. "This is really happening," She meowed to Wolffur, trying a small smile. She was bad at hiding how upset she was, as her eyes glimmered sadly and her smile looked more like a grimace.

[Razmoose]

Songkit slipped out the nursery. She didn't like hearing or seeing queens fight. She looked around seeing Ravenwhisker looking at his mouse. The white brown tabby she kit walked over.




Ravewhisker twitched his ear staring hesitantly at the mouse that laid cold and dead in front of him. Before he knelt over and tried to eat it his ears perked up to hear small pawsteps. He turned around to see Songkit pad to him. "Hello Songkit, wouldn't it be best to go in the nursery where it's warm? It is chilly out here" He was glad he could ignore the mouse for a second, hoping he wouldn't be noticeable strange for staring longingly at a piece of prey.

[Bram246]

Ravewhisker twitched his ear staring hesitantly at the mouse that laid cold and dead in front of him. Before he knelt over and tried to eat it his ears perked up to hear small pawsteps. He turned around to see Songkit pad to him. "Hello Songkit, wouldn't it be best to go in the nursery where it's warm? It is chilly out here" He was glad he could ignore the mouse for a second, hoping he wouldn't be noticeable strange for staring longingly at a piece of prey.
(Songkit is in the territory.)

[Snake]

Snakekit (now that the journey's started)

Leafmist watched the last tail tip disappear from the clearing, a deep sigh escaping her. The clearing was enveloped in silence, and the camp almost seemed deserted. She was already regretting her decision to stay. I wonder what the other clans are like? Will they reach them alright? Who will win the battle? Question after question slipped into her mind, and she found herself staring at the entrance with longing. She tore her gaze away, focusing on the tom besides her. "This is really happening," She meowed to Wolffur, trying a small smile. She was bad at hiding how upset she was, as her eyes glimmered sadly and her smile looked more like a grimace.
"Wonder what they are up to right now..." He mewed to himself, then looked up at Leafmist, "I think they will be okay!" He mewed with a smile.

[Maplefur]

"Wonder what they are up to right now..." He mewed to himself, then looked up at Leafmist, "I think they will be okay!" He mewed with a smile.

"I hope so," Leafmist meowed, desperately clinging to the tom's words. They will be alright... They will come back soon... She sighed, moving closer to Wolffur for comfort. "I miss them already," she murmured.

[Snake]

"I hope so," Leafmist meowed, desperately clinging to the tom's words. They will be alright... They will come back soon... She sighed, moving closer to Wolffur for comfort. "I miss them already," she murmured.
"Me too... After all Auroraflame is out there, she is like a sister to me" He mewed then he looked at her. "I think it would be worse if one of us where there" He mewed

[Maplefur]

"Me too... After all Auroraflame is out there, she is like a sister to me" He mewed then he looked at her. "I think it would be worse if one of us where there" He mewed

Leafmist blinked. She hadn't realized how Auroraflame was close to Wolffur, but then again she really didn't know much about any of her clan mates, as no one ever really talked to her. "Yes, it'd be much worse if I was out there. I would've already caused so many problems," she snorted, imaging herself trying to fight. "I'd definitely be more hurt than help."

[Snake]

Leafmist blinked. She hadn't realized how Auroraflame was close to Wolffur, but then again she really didn't know much about any of her clan mates, as no one ever really talked to her. "Yes, it'd be much worse if I was out there. I would've already caused so many problems," she snorted, imaging herself trying to fight. "I'd definitely be more hurt than help."
"Hmm... They might only go for the Bad leaders the traveler spoke of.." He mewed, "It might be more peaceful then we think.." He continued, "I am still glad that we stayed..."

[Mango]

Winterivy snarled," You need to call them by there gender not it!"

Whiskerfur shrugged," Once they open their eyes I do, look, lemmie let you flea-bag in on something,"

Winterivy interested listened," What?"

Whiskerfur smirked," When everyone is returning, I'm going to slip out and get out and leave the clans for good, maybe join the supposide four clans, besides they won't be so picky about my failure at hunting and fighting."

Winterivy scowled," I presume you're taking the kits?"

Whiskerfur laughed," Ha? The kits, No... I'm leaving them, can you watch them until my mate returns?"

Winterivy scowled," Fine."

[Bram246]

The white brown tabby she cat bounce into the clearing. She looked back at Blackpaw,"This is SkyClan clearing! Over there is the nursery! That's the warriors den! Oh! The Skyrock where meeting are held!", Songkit babbled on.

[731]

''Hey Songkit, yo think that your leader can accept me in Skyclan?'' Meowed Blackpaw with a friendly voice tone, looking at everything with curiosity, his head goes in the direction of the warriors den, his tail got up, and his smile became more visible.

[Maplefur]

"Hmm... They might only go for the Bad leaders the traveler spoke of.." He mewed, "It might be more peaceful then we think.." He continued, "I am still glad that we stayed..."

Leafmist frowned. "But surely they can't go for the leaders without some supporters joining in also? It's bound to be a big fight." She shivered, imagining the screeches and wailing of battle. "I'm glad I'm not the only one staying, though." She smiled at Wolffur, a genuine one this time.

[Bram246]

''Hey Songkit, yo think that your leader can accept me in Skyclan?'' Meowed Blackpaw with a friendly voice tone, looking at everything with curiosity, his head goes in the direction of the warriors den, his tail got up, and his smile became more visible.
"Maybe when he comes back. Or the deputy if Grousestar dies.", Songkit didn't think about that. What if the SkyClan leader and deputy died?! She shook herself at the thought and smiled at Blackpaw,"I think our leader will accept you!"

[731]

"Maybe when he comes back. Or the deputy if Grousestar dies.", Songkit didn't think about that. What if the SkyClan leader and deputy died?! She shook herself at the thought and smiled at Blackpaw,"I think our leader will accept you!"

''I smell another cats...'' the tom meowed , ''they are friendly?'' Thinked Blackpaw, the tom walk in the direction of the scents, carefully, without any sound.

[Bram246]

''I smell another cats...'' the tom meowed , ''they are friendly?'' Thinked Blackpaw, the tom walk in the direction of the scents, carefully, without any sound.
Songkit walked beside him,"They might be friendly. I haven't talked to many warriors or apprentices."

[731]

While the tom was walking, another thought come to his mind ''They can be not friendly too...'' Blackpaw stopped to walk, he sat and said ''yeah, maybe they are not really friendly with a loner like me'' he whispering to Songkit, Blackpaw felt his fur shivering again, and then, he changed the chat in one meow. ''So, what moons you are?''

[Bram246]

"6 moons! I'm waiting to become an apprentice!", Songkit blue eyes sparkled with excitement,"I really want to learn battle moves and get better at hunting!"

[Snake]

Leafmist frowned. "But surely they can't go for the leaders without some supporters joining in also? It's bound to be a big fight." She shivered, imagining the screeches and wailing of battle. "I'm glad I'm not the only one staying, though." She smiled at Wolffur, a genuine one this time.
(ok I am at school so wont be able to reply)
He laughed a little and smiled at her, "I am glad too!" Then he thought about the first thing she had said, "You are right though..." He thought about the kits that where in those camps, "The poor kits must be terrified.... I mean...." He couldn't think of anything else to say.

[Maplefur]

(ok I am at school so wont be able to reply)
He laughed a little and smiled at her, "I am glad too!" Then he thought about the first thing she had said, "You are right though..." He thought about the kits that where in those camps, "The poor kits must be terrified.... I mean...." He couldn't think of anything else to say.
(Alright)
Leafmist nodded. "Yes, I can't imagine how horrifying it'll be for them." She imagined tiny fluffy fur balls, huddled up together and looking on at a screeching battle with terrified eyes. Poor things... She shook her head. "Well, they won't be in danger. Our clanmates would never attack a kit."

[Mango]

Whiskerfur returned with both kits. She smiled at Sandykit," That was fun!" She never did care much for the other kits, only Sandykit.

[Bram246]

Songkit yawned,"Yeah. It was very fun. Thanks for taking us into the territory Whiskerfur!"

[Maplefur]

Songkit yawned,"Yeah. It was very fun. Thanks for taking us into the territory Whiskerfur!"
Whiskerfur returned with both kits. She smiled at Sandykit," That was fun!" She never did care much for the other kits, only Sandykit.

Sandykit nodded. "Yes, thanks Whiskerfur." She glanced over at the nursery, wondering what her littermates were doing. We've been gone for some time, I hope they're okay!

[Bram246]

Sandykit nodded. "Yes, thanks Whiskerfur." She glanced over at the nursery, wondering what her littermates were doing. We've been gone for some time, I hope they're okay!
Songkit looked Sandykit,"Something wrong?"

[Maplefur]

Songkit looked Sandykit,"Something wrong?"

"Well, I didn't think about how we'd be leaving all my brothers and sisters when we went out... and they've been alone all this time..." What if they got hungry? Whisker fur wouldn't have been there to feed them! Sandykit's ears drooped, and she began to feel guilty. I should've just stayed inside!

[Bram246]

"Well, I didn't think about how we'd be leaving all my brothers and sisters when we went out... and they've been alone all this time..." What if they got hungry? Whisker fur wouldn't have been there to feed them! Sandykit's ears drooped, and she began to feel guilty. I should've just stayed inside!
"Let's check on them.", the white brown tabby she cat walked to the nursery. Her ears flat expecting something to happen.

[Maplefur]

"Let's check on them.", the white brown tabby she cat walked to the nursery. Her ears flat expecting something to happen.

Sandykit nodded, padding after Songkit anxiously.

[Mango]

"Well, I didn't think about how we'd be leaving all my brothers and sisters when we went out... and they've been alone all this time..." What if they got hungry? Whisker fur wouldn't have been there to feed them! Sandykit's ears drooped, and she began to feel guilty. I should've just stayed inside!
Whiskerfur smiled," Wanna go back to the nursery... I can sneak over to the twoleg place and get heatted water."

[Maplefur]

Whiskerfur smiled," Wanna go back to the nursery... I can sneak over to the twoleg place and get heatted water."

Sandykit was already headed over to the nursery. "Twoleg place? Heated water?" The terms were foreign to her.

[Bram246]

Whiskerfur smiled," Wanna go back to the nursery... I can sneak over to the twoleg place and get heatted water."
Songkit stopped and ran up to Whiskerfur. Her blue eyes were wide,"You been to a twoleg place?! Can I come?!"

[Razmoose]

Ravenwhisker enterd the clearing and put his prey down noticing Songkit and Whiskerfur. He heard something about twoleg place, but whatever they were doing was none of his business....than again the twolegplace isn't exactly safe....but it was leaf-bare. ("Im sure whatever their talking about is fine...")
He yawned grooming his thick fur and twitched his tail tired from more hunting.

[Mango]

Songkit stopped and ran up to Whiskerfur. Her blue eyes were wide,"You been to a twoleg place?! Can I come?!"
She shook her head," It isn't safe for a kit, Sandykit it's like regular water, but warmer. I'll take it in a twoleg object so it stays warm." (to go cup)

[Maplefur]

She shook her head," It isn't safe for a kit, Sandykit it's like regular water, but warmer. I'll take it in a twoleg object so it stays warm." (to go cup)

Sandykit nodded. What what are twolegs? And a twoleg place? She decided not to ask, not wanting to annoy Whiskerfur with her plenty of questions. "Whiskerfur, are all my brothers and sisters alright?" She asked.

[Bram246]

Songkit lashed her tail but stopped as she heard Sandykit.

[Mango]

She nodded," whatshername and whatshisname and all the other whatsitsname's. Should be fine..., do you want hot water or not?"

[Maplefur]

She nodded," whatshername and whatshisname and all the other whatsitsname's. Should be fine..., do you want hot water or not?"

Sandykit frowned. She doesn't remember their names? Even I know their names! "Um, no. I think I'm alright, you don't have to go," she meowed softly. All the kit honestly wanted to do was curl up in the nursery- it was plenty warm inside there, laying alongside her littermates.

[Mango]

Sandykit frowned. She doesn't remember their names? Even I know their names! "Um, no. I think I'm alright, you don't have to go," she meowed softly. All the kit honestly wanted to do was curl up in the nursery- it was plenty warm inside there, laying alongside her littermates.
She nodded," Alright then, you and Songkit can head to the nursery!"

[Bram246]

Songkit was shocked that Whiskerfur didn't remember her kits names. She wanted to lash out at the queen but instead walked to nursery. Maybe Whiskerfur is just stress with all the kits she has. So many names to remember. Songkit entered the nursery. She glanced at Sandykit and the other kits before laying in the moss.

[Maplefur]

She nodded," Alright then, you and Songkit can head to the nursery!"
Songkit was shocked that Whiskerfur didn't remember her kits names. She wanted to lash out at the queen but instead walked to nursery. Maybe Whiskerfur is just stress with all the kits she has. So many names to remember. Songkit entered the nursery. She glanced at Sandykit and the other kits before laying in the moss.

Sandykit nodded, silently padding into the nursery. She instantly felt more relaxed, having familiar surroundings.

[Bram246]

Songkit entered the clearing looking around frantically. She looked in each den careful not to disturb any cat.Where is she?! Where's Whiskerfur?!

[Bram246]

Songkit sat looking at the bird in front of her. She didn't find Whiskerfur so she stayed up all night trying to hunt. I almost fell down a tree but managed to get two birds and a squirrel.She purred, I'm getting good training on my own. Will Grousestar be impressed? Or will he be mad at me for going into the territory alone. The she cat knew she would be in trouble if any of the cats found out she was talking other kits in the territory. Not feeling really guilty Songkit yawned,No one died yet so I'm okay for now. Songkit started eating the bird.
(Open)

[731]

The young tom Blackpaw, was carrying a tiny scrawny mouse, he leave the gray mouse in the freshkill pile, the tom yawned. ''Well, Songkit is right there, and she catched a bird...Well'' Blackpaw approached from Songkit.''From what i remember, a kit cannot hunt until be a apprentice, because this is not accepted in the warrior code, am i right?'' meowed the tom with doubt.

[Bram246]

The young tom Blackpaw, was carrying a tiny scrawny mouse, he leave the gray mouse in the freshkill pile, the tom yawned. ''Well, Songkit is right there, and she catched a bird...Well'' Blackpaw approached from Songkit.''From what i remember, a kit cannot hunt until be a apprentice, because this is not accepted in the warrior code, am i right?'' meowed the tom with doubt.
Her ear twitched at Blackpaw,"Yeah. But no one stopped me or punished me yet.", Songkit looked up at the apprentice,"I'm old enough to be an apprentice. I just like exploring and hunting for the clan."

[731]

Her ear twitched at Blackpaw,"Yeah. But no one stopped me or punished me yet.", Songkit looked up at the apprentice,"I'm old enough to be an apprentice. I just like exploring and hunting for the clan."

The tom sat near of Songkit, in the left side, Blackpaw asked ''When you be a warrior, what word you want in the end of your name?'' purred the tom, he looked in the sky and thinked about your father for a moment, so, the tom wrapped his tail on his paws.

[Bram246]

The tom sat near of Songkit, in the left side, Blackpaw asked ''When you be a warrior, what word you want in the end of your name?'' purred the tom, he looked in the sky and thinked about your father for a moment, so, the tom wrapped his tail on his paws.
"I don't know. Maybe Songclaw or Songfur?", she sighed,"Blackpaw I've been thinking about things. I always go to the border. Everytime I go into the territory or hunt I end up at the border. I want to cross it so badly but something pulls me back. It's like something is telling me to wait." Blue eyes stared at Blackpaw,"Do you think I'm not ment for clan life? I mean I like it here."