[Viper]

Originally Posted by Thistledawn

A gray British Shorthair squeezed out of the warrior's den, leaving the warmth of his nest behind him. Rays of sunlight bled into ShadowClan's camp. One of the brightest rays shone directly outside of the warrior's den and into Ashnose's amber eyes. He squinted and took a few pawsteps forward. The tom could feel the heat of the sun's ray slowly move down his spine until he was back in the shadows.

His mind still foggy from sleep, Ashnose sat in the shadows outside of the warrior's den and let his mind wander while he groomed himself. The tom began to review everything that he'd done in the last quarter moon. Nothing out of the ordinary. Hunting and border patrols, camp improvements, and other warrior duties had filled his days from sunrise to sunset. Ashnose felt himself getting bored just thinking about it. He began to long for his apprentice days for just a moment. Those days were only a moon behind him, but his Clan had put him to work as soon as he became a warrior. There was no break between the six moons of intensive training and the crowning of the tom's warrior name. Ashnose shook his head and rethought his previous statement. Of course there wasn't a break in between apprenticeship and becoming a full-warrior. Why would any cat train for moons just to take a break? Ashnose was thankful for his training and his mentor. He was thankful that he had the training to utilize what he learned to protect and care for his Clan. I just thought warrior life would have more action, the warrior supposed. There had been the last Gathering, but Ashnose hadn't taken part in the battle against the Dusk Syndicate. The tom had chosen not to attend that particular Gathering, as he was still recovering from his vigil, which had been tougher than he had expected. I don't want to look like a log with legs at my first Gathering as a warrior, the tom had told himself. He wanted his first Gathering as a warrior to be something he'd remember up until the moment he joined StarClan's ranks, and even after that. That had all been in vain, however. Ashnose may have missed the biggest battle that would ever take place during his lifetime.

Ashnose rolled his amber eyes so far that he was sure that they might have rolled back into his skull. That battle had passed and there was no sense in worrying about it now. ShadowClan survived and was thriving now. That was all that truly mattered. StarClan and the Warrior Code had guided the Clans though that battle and led them to victory. The threat of the Dusk Syndicate was no longer an issue.

@Viper

The slim fawn Abyssinian cat entered camp with bright eyes. She had just returned from a border patrol, and it was her first time to lead one. She had only been a warrior for a few weeks now and wasn't quite used to being called on to lead patrols yet. She was genuinely suprised when she woke up that Halfgaze and Goldenstar trusted her enough to be the head of the patrol with her inexperience. However, she felt a bit more confident since they made sure a senior warrior came to help out if she forgot anything. Which she didn't, which made her swell with pride more as her patrolling partners left to go do their own thing.

The shecat surveyed the camp with her bright yellow eyes, looking around for another cat her age to go and talk to. Preferably another young warrior that she had seen around before. She stretched her neck up to look over the massive amount of cats flooding into the clearing as they got up and moving. So many different pelt patterns and types of cats came into view. There was a familiar face near the warriors' den, well all faces were familiar, but this particular cat looked like another young warrior. Willowfur made her way through the hoard of cats and towards the cool shadows near the warrior's den.

"Hello, I am Willowfur." The shecat said, dipping her head respectfully in greeting to the tom. The fawn grey cat curled her tail around her chest, putting on a gentle smile. She was slightly worried he would snap at her because he appeared to be dozing off or in his thoughts. She shifted her weight uneasily, hoping the tom would talk with her.