ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[Dovekit12]

Dovekit12 ) Tumblepaw thought for a moment, holding the mossball under his paw. "Want me to show some hunting moves?" He asked Spottedkit with a smile. He'd always seen kits loving to be taught by other apprentices, like he'd certainly done, and had wondered if the little shekit would like to learn something. Hunting was his specialty; his slim and lean build allowed for a nice speed and good agility. His scrawny size was his complete downside in combat though so he often didn't excel in that field.

"Yes" She said jumping around excitedly.

[Leaf]

Dovekit12 ) "Alright. Let's start with... the hunting crouch! Get into a crouch like this," Tumblepaw instructed, crouching with his legs bunched up underneath him. He thought there was something about tails included then remembered what it was. "Oh and you have to keep your tail lifted a little so that you don't make noise," he added, feeling both happy and nervous that he of all cats was teaching another how to do something.

[graves]

Cloudedaky smiled as well. "Yeah, I remember when yoy took me tree climbing," she reminisced, "It was possibly the best time of my life, or at least in a really long time. With me having such a hard tine conversing with others most of the time, no cat I've talked to has ever bothered to hold a conversation for long, let alone take me to do an activity they enjoy. But you did!" She purred, flicking the larger she-cat with her tail. "Thanks for being the one to talk to me for more than a few minutes of small talk, Briarbranch."
She wasn't expecting those words to come from her so she could feel her pelt become warmer with the white mollys words. "I'm glad you had a good time, I'd love to do it again sometime," she mewed happily,deciding to rest her tail on the others,"I really do like talking to you,and spending time with you." she purred honestly. She felt happy to know that she had made Cloudedsky happy with just a few simple actions.

[217]

She wasn't expecting those words to come from her so she could feel her pelt become warmer with the white mollys words. "I'm glad you had a good time, I'd love to do it again sometime," she mewed happily,deciding to rest her tail on the others,"I really do like talking to you,and spending time with you." she purred honestly. She felt happy to know that she had made Cloudedsky happy with just a few simple actions.

The fluffy she-cat perked up, something stirring in her stomach at the feeling of the other's tail on her, her ears heating up. "Thanks for the offer," she purred, her smile timid, "I'd love to. Last time was so fun, I'd be crazy to refuse an offer like that! I'm free pretty much anytime," she added, with a small, soft laugh at the end. "Plus, the view of the sunset from the trees are so pretty."

[graves]

The fluffy she-cat perked up, something stirring in her stomach at the feeling of the other's tail on her, her ears heating up. "Thanks for the offer," she purred, her smile timid, "I'd love to. Last time was so fun, I'd be crazy to refuse an offer like that! I'm free pretty much anytime," she added, with a small, soft laugh at the end. "Plus, the view of the sunset from the trees are so pretty."
"I am also free pretty much anytime," she chuckled along with her,"I would love to go now if you'd like?" she mewed questionly. She nodded with her on the thought of the sunset and the trees,how the sky had been a pinkish orange and how it had reflected off of the others fur so well,and how pretty the sunset was that day. She couldn't forget it.

[Dovekit12]

Dovekit12 ) "Alright. Let's start with... the hunting crouch! Get into a crouch like this," Tumblepaw instructed, crouching with his legs bunched up underneath him. He thought there was something about tails included then remembered what it was. "Oh and you have to keep your tail lifted a little so that you don't make noise," he added, feeling both happy and nervous that he of all cats was teaching another how to do something.

"Ok" she said crouching down exited that she'd be able to teach her siblings after. When Tumblepaw mentioned the tail she lifted the little bit. "What next" she said after crouching.

[Mango]

"No I think it's better not to be left behind all the time." he replied. "And I never said friendless. I said limited." he said, and shifted his orbs to her. How is she still able to talk to me? Most would have already walked away. he thought.
She paused," thats usually what I do, but when my friends became warriors they left me."

[Leaf]

Dovekit12 ) Tumblepaw nodded. "Yea like that. So now we watch for the prey and the right time to pounce on it," he said, going over in his head everything he'd been taught so far. "Pretend the mossball is a mouse," he told Spottedkit, tapping the mossball out two taillengths in front of her.

[monfang]

She paused," thats usually what I do, but when my friends became warriors they left me."
Crowpaw looked at the apprentice and raised an eyebrow. She seemed to still want to talk so he decided to go along with it. "I see, so I suppose you need someone to talk to, hm?" he asked, and smiled, and shifted so he faced her. "Any new gossip of anywhere that you know of?" he asked.

[Mango]

Crowpaw looked at the apprentice and raised an eyebrow. She seemed to still want to talk so he decided to go along with it. "I see, so I suppose you need someone to talk to, hm?" he asked, and smiled, and shifted so he faced her. "Any new gossip of anywhere that you know of?" he asked.
She signed," Unfortunately not."

[monfang]

She signed," Unfortunately not."
Crowpaw nodded. "I see. Well I suppose you won't mind joining me on a stroll, that is if your legs will let you." he said, his green orbs flickering as he examined her.

[Mango]

Crowpaw nodded. "I see. Well I suppose you won't mind joining me on a stroll, that is if your legs will let you." he said, his green orbs flickering as he examined her.
She paused,"Sure, just not that far."

[monfang]

She paused,"Sure, just not that far."
"Just the edge of the camp." he said, and stood up, standing a bit taller then she was. "Shall we go?" he asked, his voice kind, and gentleman like.
{to the clearing if ya like}

[Mango]

"Just the edge of the camp." he said, and stood up, standing a bit taller then she was. "Shall we go?" he asked, his voice kind, and gentleman like.
{to the clearing if ya like}
Her eyes lit up," Sure! I'd like that."

[monfang]

{ Cham }
Crowpaw walked out of the apprentice's den, and padded next to the side of Owlpaw. He walked the length of the perimeter, talking. "So, Owlpaw. Who are your parents?" he asked, his green eyes flashing as he looked at her.

[Ghostly Cristalline]

"Mmmm Hopekit, can I be...alone...for a while?" He asked.
(We'll skip after your post)

Hopekit nodded then walked away with her ears flat.

(Sounds good to me and sorry i'm a little late)

[NightWarrior4Life]

Hopekit nodded then walked away with her ears flat.

(Sounds good to me and sorry i'm a little late)
1 moon later
DarkKit rushed out of the nursery "Hey Hopekit...I know it's been a while..."

[Ghostly Cristalline]

1 moon later
DarkKit rushed out of the nursery "Hey Hopekit...I know it's been a while..."

"Yeah it has." she whispered with sorrow. She looked down at her paws. Hazelkit was nowhere in the den.

[Dovekit12]

@Dovekit12 (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=619) ) Tumblepaw nodded. "Yea like that. So now we watch for the prey and the right time to pounce on it," he said, going over in his head everything he'd been taught so far. "Pretend the mossball is a mouse," he told Spottedkit, tapping the mossball out two taillengths in front of her.

Spottedkit watched Tumblepaw pushed the moss ball away and focused on it. She bunched her hindquarters and jumped. She landed a bit short of the moss ball and looked up at Tumblepaw.

[Leaf]

Dovekit12 ) "That's really good! If you keep trying and stuff then I bet you'll be super good when you become an apprentice! Maybe you can even surprise your mentor with your skill," Tumblepaw complimented her with a smile. He leaped at the mossball next, squashing it with sandy colored paws. It hadn't taken him very long to learn hunting crouches so he assumed that it wouldn't and didn't for other cats as well.

[Zero]

( Oops, so sorry, I thought I replied! D= )
Remorakit narrowed their eyes and turned away. Marigold keeps out infection, sticks support broken bones, cobwebs to bind them and stop bleeding, I guess? they recited in their head as they walked stiffly out of the den. "See you," called the kit over their shoulder as they exited, tail lashing. No. You're going to be a warrior. Herbs shouldn't matter. But still... Maybe I can convince Zerosight. He needs more help than Smallpaw.

*timeskip to one moon later* (Btw, Owlpaw can be healed now)

Zerosight woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily. He had had another nightmare, the same one that had been haunting him for quite a while now. After a moment of catching his breath, the tom wiped the tears from his eyes with a heavy sigh, and then climbed to his paws and stretched. He went over to his herb storage, plopping down into a sitting position and sorting the already neatly piled herbs. The tom checked Remorakit's work from the day previous, and was somewhat pleased to find no mixed up herbs this time. He flicked his tail, thinking silently as he sorted through the sweet and sometimes spicy smelling leaves. The medicine cat was beginning to look a bit healthier now, and was no longer ignoring all of his patients. Some sense had been knocked into him these past four weeks, and he'd realized that Northpath wouldn't have wanted him to be that way just because he had died. He had died so that Zerosight could live, and what he had been doing before hadn't be living. He was taking it a day at a time, and was doing his job as the medicine cat of ThunderClan.

[lone]

@Skybird

Elkpaw rolled over onto his back, as usual a good natured smile on the tom's face. It seemed as though he wasn't sure how to be anything but happy...and perhaps it really was that way, as unusual as it might seem. Elkpaw batted at the clouds above him though he knew there was no possible way he would ever be able to reach them. What if I could touch the clouds? He thought with a mischievous grin, jumping to his paws. He was sure it looked odd to anyone who might be watching- but then again, Elkpaw had never been one to care much about that sort of thing. The tom was always running around, trying to get something done- perhaps it was ambition, or maybe it was just the fact that he didn't have the patience to sit still for more then a minute.
Strange, considering that there were times he looked as though he would be very patient. Those times were generally when he was too worn out to dart around, or sleeping. Of course it didn't look that way, which might have been the reason that Elkpaw lost so many friends. Elkpaw's bright hues glanced around the clearing, gleaming as he looked for a playmate...he was bored. His mind never seemed to rest on anything for over a minute, and he was tired of thinking about the clouds.
Clouds are boring, anyways. I want action, he thought with a smirk on his maw. Elkpaw wasn't quite sure what kind of action he wanted, though. Just something that would be satisfactory to his...complicated mind. He had often wanted to know why he couldn't focus on things like he had seen other cats do. Perhaps that was why he wasn't doing too well in training. He was forever distracted by either a butterfly, or a bird flying overhead, or any rustle in the bushes that sounded like it might lead to an adventure. Elkpaw was tired of being that way, but there was nothing he could do about it. And besides, what was so horrible about being a cat who couldn't focus? Maybe that would turn out to be a good thing one day. He had yet to find out what he wanted to do in life.
Especially because hardly anyone could put up with him.

[Deerlie]

A kit limped in the den wailing. Her swollen paw looked like a fat mouse. Her ear was covered in dried blood and her claws were scarlet red. She looked around and saw seeds. "Those are p-poppyseeds. for pain. .Cobwebs. . for bleeding? burdock for swelling? Oh. i wish i can be Medician Cat Apperentice. . ."she said. She grabbed a poppyseed and put it in front of her. She smelled it and noticed the smell tasted weird. she notices it was cracked. Huh? Is that a sign? She yowed in pain as it took over. She twitched on the floor in agonizing pain. Scarlet blood swished around her. Did i lose my paw?! She looked and saw nothing. She heard a soothing voice. It was her mother. "Deathkit!" she wailed.
"Mom. . am i dead?"
"no. . Zerosight will take care of you. . .You shouldnt have gone out of camp!"
"I know. . .And, do you know why that poppyseed was cracked. Was it a sign?" she asked.
"I dont know. " she admitted. "Im sorry. . I need to go. . Goodbye Deathkit."
In the distance she saw a brown tom.
He looked at Deathkit "SnowBreeze, come, we need you!" he yowled.
"Im coming GoldenWind!"she called.
They both dissappered behind grass.
Deathkit awoke. Laying in a pool of blood still. The kit looked around for the mediciane cat. She took the cracked poppyseed in her good paw. "This means i will die. . wont it. . ." she said. Tears fell off her cheeks.

[Dovekit12]

@Dovekit12 (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=619) ) "That's really good! If you keep trying and stuff then I bet you'll be super good when you become an apprentice! Maybe you can even surprise your mentor with your skill," Tumblepaw complimented her with a smile. He leaped at the mossball next, squashing it with sandy colored paws. It hadn't taken him very long to learn hunting crouches so he assumed that it wouldn't and didn't for other cats as well.


"can I try again" Spottedkit said backing oway from the now squished moss ball.

[Leaf]

Dovekit12 ) "Of course. Try as many times as you like. Each time you practice will make you better!" The tiny tomcat said, rolling the mossball a little to gather it into a ball shape again instead of squished moss. He stepped back a taillength to give Spottedkit room to pounce on it, then sat down to scratch his ear since the itch was bothering him.

[Dovekit12]

Dovekit12 ) "Of course. Try as many times as you like. Each time you practice will make you better!" The tiny tomcat said, rolling the mossball a little to gather it into a ball shape again instead of squished moss. He stepped back a taillength to give Spottedkit room to pounce on it, then sat down to scratch his ear since the itch was bothering him.

Spottedkit hunched her headquarters readying them to jump. She jumped and hit the ball of moss. She squealed happily and jumped up and down. "I did it Tumblepaw I did it."

[Leaf]

Dovekit12 ) "Nice job! Just keep doing that and you'll be a super duper good hunter!" Tumblepaw replied, bouncing up. He trotted around her in circles, not knowing exactly what or why he was doing what he was doing. He just kind of let his body do whatever this was apparently.

[Dovekit12]

Dovekit12 ) "Nice job! Just keep doing that and you'll be a super duper good hunter!" Tumblepaw replied, bouncing up. He trotted around her in circles, not knowing exactly what or why he was doing what he was doing. He just kind of let his body do whatever this was apparently.


Spottedkit saw Tumblepaw start to go in circles and followed him around and around.

[Leaf]

Dovekit12 ) "Going around in circles... Circles aren't cool... They lead you right back to where you started... Make you look like a fool..." He sang lightly, pausing inbetween to think of rhymes. It was sort of true. As far as he knew, a circle never ended so you'd just keep repeating, never ending, unchanging. It made him very confused when he thought about that kind of thing and he shook his head to clear out the abstract thoughts.

[Tundra]

Flameleaf stared at him with sky blue eyes. "Really," she meowed. "Who?" Could he be talking about himself? Flameleaf wondered. Could he really love me?

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf stared at him with sky blue eyes. "Really," she meowed. "Who?" Could he be talking about himself? Flameleaf wondered. Could he really love me?
Quietstream chuckled "you're looking at him." He smiled and bursts out into laughter

[Tundra]

Flameleaf let out a purr. She padded over to him and licked his cheek. "I've liked you for a while, I was just too afraid to admit it..."

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf let out a purr. She padded over to him and licked his cheek. "I've liked you for a while, I was just too afraid to admit it..."
Quietstream purred "I've liked you ever since we were apprentices." He nuzzled her cheek and mewed "well? You ready to have kits?"

[Tundra]

Flameleaf blinked. "Uhhhh..." She meowed awkwardly. "Yes." She felt like running out of camp with joy. I can finally have kits!

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf blinked. "Uhhhh..." She meowed awkwardly. "Yes." She felt like running out of camp with joy. I can finally have kits!
Quietstream purred "follow me." He looked around and then stalked off to a secre part of camp and sat down "are you sure you want kits?"

[Tundra]

Flameleaf watched as her clanmates padded to their dens, then turned back to Quietstream. "Yes, I'm sure." She stifled a yawn. I wonder what I shall name them.

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf watched as her clanmates padded to their dens, then turned back to Quietstream. "Yes, I'm sure." She stifled a yawn. I wonder what I shall name them.
He nodded and jumped on her and pinned her down

(Skip)

Quietstream padded back to the Warriors den tired, next to flameleaf."

[Tundra]

Flameleaf curled up in her nest and shut her eyes. Soon she drifted into sleep. She was in a forest with dim lighting. Dark forest! she thought angrily. why am I here? she padded into the trees and soon found a group of gathered cats. A dark brown tabby was speaking. One of the cats must have picked up her scent because they turned around to face her. Flameleaf stared at them in horror as the dark tom raced towards her.

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf curled up in her nest and shut her eyes. Soon she drifted into sleep. She was in a forest with dim lighting. Dark forest! she thought angrily. why am I here? she padded into the trees and soon found a group of gathered cats. A dark brown tabby was speaking. One of the cats must have picked up her scent because they turned around to face her. Flameleaf stared at them in horror as the dark tom raced towards her.
Quietstream layed not in the nest next to her, but right curled around her. He purred quietly not falling asleep with the thoughts of being a father. He heard her whimper a bit and he licked her to try and calm her down. She was probably having a nightmare. He smiled "everything's ok." He whispered. He nuzzled her

[Tundra]

Flameleaf leaped back as the brown tabby scratched her above her eye. She let out a yowl and leaped at him. As the tom moved to the side she caught him on the side of the head, causing him to stagger and fall. She hissed and raked her claws down his pelt. He let out a yowl, wiggled free from her grasp and pelted into the trees. Flameleaf watched him until he was out of sight.

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf leaped back as the brown tabby scratched her above her eye. She let out a yowl and leaped at him. As the tom moved to the side she caught him on the side of the head, causing him to stagger and fall. She hissed and raked her claws down his pelt. He let out a yowl, wiggled free from her grasp and pelted into the trees. Flameleaf watched him until he was out of sight.
Quietstream heard her whimpering all night "it's ok. I'm here." He rubbed his head against her cheek. "I am here for you..." He licked her and yawned since he had stayed up all night.

[Tundra]

Flameleaf opened her eyes and was blinded in her right eye for a second from the blood. She lifted and placed it above her eye. She took it off and looked at it, she was bleeding. If you get hurt in the dark forest you get hurt in the real world!

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf opened her eyes and was blinded in her right eye for a second from the blood. She lifted and placed it above her eye. She took it off and looked at it, she was bleeding. If you get hurt in the dark forest you get hurt in the real world!
Quietstream was curled around her, his head next to hers "are you ok?" He mewed softly. He licked the wound to clean it.

[Tundra]

"If fine." Flameleaf mewed. "What do you think we should name our kits?" She meowed changing the subject. If one is russian blue (I think that's a breed.) Then we could name it Graykit, and If one is white and brown then it could be Spottedkit.

[Fallpotato]

"If fine." Flameleaf mewed. "What do you think we should name our kits?" She meowed changing the subject. If one is russian blue (I think that's a breed.) Then we could name it Graykit, and If one is white and brown then it could be Spottedkit.
He smiled and nodded "I'm not sure. We have to wait and see." He purred still curled around her. He noticed he was and he scrambled to his nest before anyone woke up. He blushed and looked at his paws

[Tundra]

Flameleaf smiled. "I guess I won't be going on patrols anytime soon!" She mewed.I won't be out of camp for a while in fact. Flameleaf began to purr. She brushed her tail tip down Quietstream's flank. "Have you been awake all night?" She asked.

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf smiled. "I guess I won't be going on patrols anytime soon!" She mewed.I won't be out of camp for a while in fact. Flameleaf began to purr. She brushed her tail tip down Quietstream's flank. "Have you been awake all night?" She asked.
Quiet stream nodded "I saw you were having nightmares so I decided to comfort you." He blushed even more. He looked at her and smiled

[Tundra]

Flameleaf flicked an ear. "You should've been resting," Flameleaf stared at him. "Now you won't have enough energy for patrols!" Flameleaf pointed out.

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf flicked an ear. "You should've been resting," Flameleaf stared at him. "Now you won't have enough energy for patrols!" Flameleaf pointed out.
Quietsteeam mewed "well I'm not going on any. I'm staying here to make sure my mate is ok." He looked around and then curled around her again.

[Tundra]

Flameleaf let out a sigh, then continued purring. She paused for a moment. She looked out of the warriors den. The apprentices were playing mossball. Just then two tiny kits raced out of the nursery. One was golden and the other was white. The two kits tackled each other playfully, the deputy was organizing patrols, the elders were sitting outside their den, talking. Flameleaf shut her eyes for a moment. the queens make taking care of kits look so easy!

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf let out a sigh, then continued purring. She paused for a moment. She looked out of the warriors den. The apprentices were playing mossball. Just then two tiny kits raced out of the nursery. One was golden and the other was white. The two kits tackled each other playfully, the deputy was organizing patrols, the elders were sitting outside their den, talking. Flameleaf shut her eyes for a moment. the queens make taking care of kits look so easy!
quietstream mewed "someone bothering you? Are the apprentices too noisy? We can move farther back..." He whispered softly "I just don't want you to get hurt, especially now." He sighed and nuzzled her

[Tundra]

Flameleaf shook her head. "No, nothings bothering me," she mewed. "I want to go into the forest but I'm going to be having the kits in a couple of days..."

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf shook her head. "No, nothings bothering me," she mewed. "I want to go into the forest but I'm going to be having the kits in a couple of days..."
Quietstream nodded "you should be moving into the nursery don't you think?"

[Tundra]

Flameleaf nodded. "Yes, I should." She stood up, stretched, and padded out of the den. She bounded across the clearing and squeezed into the nursery. It was warm and the scent of warm milk was in the air. Flameleaf found a empty nest and settled down in it.

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf nodded. "Yes, I should." She stood up, stretched, and padded out of the den. She bounded across the clearing and squeezed into the nursery. It was warm and the scent of warm milk was in the air. Flameleaf found a empty nest and settled down in it.
Change to thread thunderclan nursery)

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf

Quietstream padded in the nursery and laid down next to his mate, flame leaf. He purred and nuzzled her "I love you." He curled around her not caring about anyone watching

[Tundra]

Flameleaf Nuzzled him. "Love you too." She purred. Just then the two kits that were play fighting outside earlier padded back inside the nursery. Flameleaf rested her head on her paws.

[NightWarrior4Life]

"Yeah it has." she whispered with sorrow. She looked down at her paws. Hazelkit was nowhere in the den.
"We're...2 moons old now...but we'll get to apprentices eventually..." He stated awkwardly. Why? What was that even about? "why don't we take a walk around camp" he smiled.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

*timeskip to one moon later* (Btw, Owlpaw can be healed now)

Zerosight woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily. He had had another nightmare, the same one that had been haunting him for quite a while now. After a moment of catching his breath, the tom wiped the tears from his eyes with a heavy sigh, and then climbed to his paws and stretched. He went over to his herb storage, plopping down into a sitting position and sorting the already neatly piled herbs. The tom checked Remorakit's work from the day previous, and was somewhat pleased to find no mixed up herbs this time. He flicked his tail, thinking silently as he sorted through the sweet and sometimes spicy smelling leaves. The medicine cat was beginning to look a bit healthier now, and was no longer ignoring all of his patients. Some sense had been knocked into him these past four weeks, and he'd realized that Northpath wouldn't have wanted him to be that way just because he had died. He had died so that Zerosight could live, and what he had been doing before hadn't be living. He was taking it a day at a time, and was doing his job as the medicine cat of ThunderClan.
Remorakit strolled into the den quietly, coughing to make their presense in the den known to the blind medicine cat. "Did I sort them properl--What's wrong? Your face is wet," they observed, cutting into their own sentence. "Okay, not the best greeting," the kit muttered to themself, still looking up at Zerosight. Not being one for hellos, Remora wasn't exactly the best for a morning chat.
( Jaymist/Ravenkit did you have permission to post here?)

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf Nuzzled him. "Love you too." She purred. Just then the two kits that were play fighting outside earlier padded back inside the nursery. Flameleaf rested her head on her paws.
Quietstream mewed "do you want me to leave? I can leave if you want..." he sat up.

[Ghostly Cristalline]

"We're...2 moons old now...but we'll get to apprentices eventually..." He stated awkwardly. Why? What was that even about? "why don't we take a walk around camp" he smiled.

Hazelpaw limped into the nursery. She had cobwebs covering her bad leg. "Don't walk on your foot." growled Hopekit to her sister.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Hazelpaw limped into the nursery. She had cobwebs covering her bad leg. "Don't walk on your foot." growled Hopekit to her sister.
"Look, Hopekit...I'm sorry...I've been pretty depressed and...LemonKit is still sick with whitecough...I think my wound had an infection...I'm a mess, my life is a mess...without you." His eyes were large and wet.

[Ghostly Cristalline]

"Look, Hopekit...I'm sorry...I've been pretty depressed and...LemonKit is still sick with whitecough...I think my wound had an infection...I'm a mess, my life is a mess...without you." His eyes were large and wet.

Hopekit nodded with a smile. "It's okay. I've been a mess too. My mom's dead, and my sisters injured." she sighed, admitting her weaknesses.

[Deerlie]

"Who's your older brother?" The Siamese kitten questioned as she looked at Jaykit's indicated sister cats curled up in their nest(s).




She thought of her adoptive older brother Fernkit, but she didn't know quite where the tomkit was. Looking around, she couldn't quite see him in the nursery. That is, if he was even in the nursery. For all she knew, he could be anywhere. Remembering that the kit preferred to stick around her adoptive mother, she started scanning the den for the overprotective queen that had taken her in.




"I've got an older brother too, but I don't know where he is."


"his name is Jaymist. Hes out of camp now. Talking To Turtlestrike."She purred

[Deerlie]

Remorakit strolled into the den quietly, coughing to make their presense in the den known to the blind medicine cat. "Did I sort them properl--What's wrong? Your face is wet," they observed, cutting into their own sentence. "Okay, not the best greeting," the kit muttered to themself, still looking up at Zerosight. Not being one for hellos, Remora wasn't exactly the best for a morning chat.
( @Jaymist/Ravenkit (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=1736) did you have permission to post here?)
(i pmed Zerosight. )

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

(i pmed Zerosight. )
(If Zerosight didn't respond (which I assume she didn't, considering the ammount of other patients in que) then you may not post in the den.)

[Tundra]

Flameleaf raised her head. "No," she meowed. "Its ok, you don't have to leave." She put her head on her paws. "Have any ideas for names?" Flameleaf asked.

[Zero]

Remorakit strolled into the den quietly, coughing to make their presense in the den known to the blind medicine cat. "Did I sort them properl--What's wrong? Your face is wet," they observed, cutting into their own sentence. "Okay, not the best greeting," the kit muttered to themself, still looking up at Zerosight. Not being one for hellos, Remora wasn't exactly the best for a morning chat.
( Jaymist/Ravenkit did you have permission to post here?)

Zerosight flicked his ears at the announcement of Remorakit's arrival into the den, fluffing his pelt out against the slight breeze that seemed to follow the kitten in from the snowy outdoors. He chose to ignore the fact that they pointed out her face fur was wet, at least for now, and continued to sort herbs innocently. "Yes, they're sorted properly," He answered curtly, his blind eyes seemingly focused on the herbs in front of him. "And my face is wet because I was tired. I splashed some water on my face to wake myself up," He lied smoothy, getting better and better at lying to people everyday. The tom cat finished up her checking of the herbs and stood up, turning around and beginning to tidy up some of his patient nests on the other side of the room. His den was once again pristine and dust-free now that he had gotten his emotions taken care of. "We have some things we need to talk about."

[Dovekit12]

Dovekit12 ) "Going around in circles... Circles aren't cool... They lead you right back to where you started... Make you look like a fool..." He sang lightly, pausing inbetween to think of rhymes. It was sort of true. As far as he knew, a circle never ended so you'd just keep repeating, never ending, unchanging. It made him very confused when he thought about that kind of thing and he shook his head to clear out the abstract thoughts.


Spottedkit keeps following listening to Tumblepaws song.
Leaf

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Zerosight flicked his ears at the announcement of Remorakit's arrival into the den, fluffing his pelt out against the slight breeze that seemed to follow the kitten in from the snowy outdoors. He chose to ignore the fact that they pointed out her face fur was wet, at least for now, and continued to sort herbs innocently. "Yes, they're sorted properly," He answered curtly, his blind eyes seemingly focused on the herbs in front of him. "And my face is wet because I was tired. I splashed some water on my face to wake myself up," He lied smoothy, getting better and better at lying to people everyday. The tom cat finished up her checking of the herbs and stood up, turning around and beginning to tidy up some of his patient nests on the other side of the room. His den was once again pristine and dust-free now that he had gotten his emotions taken care of. "We have some things we need to talk about."
Remorakit smiled halfway when they were told their sorting had been done correctly, but felt a twinge of suspicion in their stomach. Your paws are dry. Still, they decided not to press the topic. Their white-tipped tail twitched, stirring no dust--they took a lot of pride in helping to clean up the den. "What do we need to talk about?" Remora blinked up with their olive eyes at the medicine cat.

[dino.]

willowstrom

Turtlestrike padded into the nursery. "Hi," she greeted Rowanflame. (Aaaaand I gotta go now :p supper time bbl!)

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf raised her head. "No," she meowed. "Its ok, you don't have to leave." She put her head on her paws. "Have any ideas for names?" Flameleaf asked.
He shook his head "no." He licked her forehead and sighed.

[Tundra]

Flameleaf lifted her head and looked out of the nursery. A patrol was leaving, the elders were resting in a patch of sunlight outside their den. nothing to do! Flameleaf thought. nothing has happened for the past few sunrises!

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf lifted her head and looked out of the nursery. A patrol was leaving, the elders were resting in a patch of sunlight outside their den. nothing to do! Flameleaf thought. nothing has happened for the past few sunrises!
Quietstream sat there and mewed "I never thought I'd have kits." He chuckled

[Trashy Sky]

@Skybird

Elkpaw rolled over onto his back, as usual a good natured smile on the tom's face. It seemed as though he wasn't sure how to be anything but happy...and perhaps it really was that way, as unusual as it might seem. Elkpaw batted at the clouds above him though he knew there was no possible way he would ever be able to reach them. What if I could touch the clouds? He thought with a mischievous grin, jumping to his paws. He was sure it looked odd to anyone who might be watching- but then again, Elkpaw had never been one to care much about that sort of thing. The tom was always running around, trying to get something done- perhaps it was ambition, or maybe it was just the fact that he didn't have the patience to sit still for more then a minute.
Strange, considering that there were times he looked as though he would be very patient. Those times were generally when he was too worn out to dart around, or sleeping. Of course it didn't look that way, which might have been the reason that Elkpaw lost so many friends. Elkpaw's bright hues glanced around the clearing, gleaming as he looked for a playmate...he was bored. His mind never seemed to rest on anything for over a minute, and he was tired of thinking about the clouds.
Clouds are boring, anyways. I want action, he thought with a smirk on his maw. Elkpaw wasn't quite sure what kind of action he wanted, though. Just something that would be satisfactory to his...complicated mind. He had often wanted to know why he couldn't focus on things like he had seen other cats do. Perhaps that was why he wasn't doing too well in training. He was forever distracted by either a butterfly, or a bird flying overhead, or any rustle in the bushes that sounded like it might lead to an adventure. Elkpaw was tired of being that way, but there was nothing he could do about it. And besides, what was so horrible about being a cat who couldn't focus? Maybe that would turn out to be a good thing one day. He had yet to find out what he wanted to do in life.
Especially because hardly anyone could put up with him.
Damppaw had been doing... something important. It was probably his apprentice duties. Though, the small young tom had found himself distracted by the movement of Elkpaw. He stared at the other tom, frozen in space, as he just stood there. 'I wonder what he's doing? I wonder if I could do that? Maybe he'll let me join? Who knows? Wasn't I doing something? I don't know-' his thoughts went on and on in his mind as he watched Elkpaw seemingly chase the clouds from his stationary spot on the ground. Damppaw didn't realize it was obvious he was staring or that he was in the way, but he was.

[Tundra]

Flameleaf gazed at Quietstream. "Nor did I." Flameleaf curled up next to Quietstream and shut her eyes.

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf gazed at Quietstream. "Nor did I." Flameleaf curled up next to Quietstream and shut her eyes.
Quietstream licked her and curled around her.

[Tundra]

Flameleaf sighed and shut her eyes. She was comforted by Quietstream's presence. wait untill you have the kits, then think of names...

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf sighed and shut her eyes. She was comforted by Quietstream's presence. wait untill you have the kits, then think of names...
Quietstream groomed her thinking she was asleep

[Tundra]

Flameleaf opened an eye. I wonder when the kits come. She put her tail over her nose. I wonder if I'll ever get an apprentice. She opened her other eye so that both eyes were open. I wonder what happened at the gathering! Flameleaf couldn't stop thinking of things, so she licked Quietstream's cheek and put her head down again.


(This is taking too long, I'm skipping to the part when the kits come.)

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf opened an eye. I wonder when the kits come. She put her tail over her nose. I wonder if I'll ever get an apprentice. She opened her other eye so that both eyes were open. I wonder what happened at the gathering! Flameleaf couldn't stop thinking of things, so she licked Quietstream's cheek and put her head down again.


(This is taking too long, I'm skipping to the part when the kits come.)
Ok we have to skip e birthing.)
Quietstream sighed still curled around her

[Tundra]

(Ok) "the kits are comming!" Flameleaf meowed standing up. "Get the medicine cat!"

[Fallpotato]

(Ok) "the kits are comming!" Flameleaf meowed standing up. "Get the medicine cat!"
Quiet stream ran out
(skip.)
Quietstream lay next to his mate smiling at the kits

[NightWarrior4Life]

Hopekit nodded with a smile. "It's okay. I've been a mess too. My mom's dead, and my sisters injured." she sighed, admitting her weaknesses.
"How have things been since Flowerpetal...went...and what happened to Hazelkit?"

[Mango]

{ Cham }
Crowpaw walked out of the apprentice's den, and padded next to the side of Owlpaw. He walked the length of the perimeter, talking. "So, Owlpaw. Who are your parents?" he asked, his green eyes flashing as he looked at her.
Owlpaw sheepish responded," I honestly don't know they disappeared two days after I was off milk."

[monfang]

Owlpaw sheepish responded," I honestly don't know they disappeared two days after I was off milk."
Crowpaw's eyes softened. "I know the feeling..." he said softly, his green orbs flickering as he looked ahead. He then turned his head to her and smiled. "I'm sure they loved you..." was all he thought to say.

[vantrums]

@vantrum

Leafkit bounded out of the nursery only to be welcome by dirt in her face as she tripped and slid to a hault. She always did that ever time she came out of the nursery. She sniffled as she got up and shook her pelt. She licked her nose as she looked around with her blue orbs. She didn't see Mousekit anywhere, so she decided to make a new friend. May be an apprentice! She had watched the apprentices play fight and train in the clearing sometimes longing to be like them. She only had 3 moons left till then. She smiled at the thought.

((Sorry, I missed the ping since you forgot the 's' at the end of the UN!))

Pricklepaw stepped groggily from the apprentices' den, blinking the sleep from his bleary gaze. He'd just woken up from a midday nap so his mind was a bit foggy. Still, he had the wherewithal to give himself a shake, loosing the bits of moss and bracken still clung to his pelt. It was still several moments before his mind cleared enough for him to focus on his surroundings. Once he had, he trotted across the clearing to the fresh-kill pile and started to nose through it.

[Slash-GNR]

((Sorry, I missed the ping since you forgot the 's' at the end of the UN!))

Pricklepaw stepped groggily from the apprentices' den, blinking the sleep from his bleary gaze. He'd just woken up from a midday nap so his mind was a bit foggy. Still, he had the wherewithal to give himself a shake, loosing the bits of moss and bracken still clung to his pelt. It was still several moments before his mind cleared enough for him to focus on his surroundings. Once he had, he trotted across the clearing to the fresh-kill pile and started to nose through it.


Leafkit watched as an apprentice walked out of the den from sleep. She smiled as she saw her chance to talk to the young male. She bounded over, but she couldn't stop herself, causing herself to run into the male's leg. She sat back and chuckled, looking up at him, "Hello," she squeaked. Her green eyes large with curiosity.

[lone]

Damppaw had been doing... something important. It was probably his apprentice duties. Though, the small young tom had found himself distracted by the movement of Elkpaw. He stared at the other tom, frozen in space, as he just stood there. 'I wonder what he's doing? I wonder if I could do that? Maybe he'll let me join? Who knows? Wasn't I doing something? I don't know-' his thoughts went on and on in his mind as he watched Elkpaw seemingly chase the clouds from his stationary spot on the ground. Damppaw didn't realize it was obvious he was staring or that he was in the way, but he was.



Elkpaw stood up, feeling his fur beginning to prickle with embarrassment as he looked at the other tom, his hues sparking with the slightest bit of anxiety before a friendly smile spread across his maw and he approached the other cat, his tail waving in a friendly manner. "Hi! I'm Elkpaw, what's your name?" Elkpaw asked, giving Damppaw another bright smile. He was thankful that the tom didn't seem to be judging him- on the contrary, he had looked rather friendly. Elkpaw was glad, but he was careful not to show too much enthusiasm for fear that he might scare Damppaw off before he got a chance to properly talk to the other cat. "Did you want to play? I was just playing this game I made up, you could play it with me if you want!" He offered cheerfully, keeping the friendly smile on his maw the whole time, not wanting to let it waver in case the tom thought he was just trying to be nice and didn't actually want to play with him. He really did- sometimes it could get boring playing by himself, and he was hoping that Damppaw would be a friendly cat for him to hang out with...at least, for a while.



@Nighty (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=83)

Owlkit wondered when her turn for apprenticeship would come. She knew it was selfish, hoping that maybe she would magically become an apprentice and leave the others behind, but she couldn't help it. It felt to her as though she had been waiting forever...and the fact that there was no leader made her all the more frustrated. Gyrewind would be back any day now, and maybe then she would be an apprentice, but until then...she was stuck. Oh well, at least as long as I'm an apprentice I don't have to see Wingpaw and Storkpaw running off together. She thought. That was another selfish thought she was ashamed of- Owlkit wasn't, by nature, a selfish cat. She was actually quite friendly, but because she was worried that it might be another moon or even two before she received her apprentice name, she was beginning to have darker thoughts against the cats that she wasn't so fond of. Owlkit curled her tail around her paws.
Everything that had happened had made the young she cat grow up quite a bit...she was no longer as energetic, and she had gotten a new outlook and appreciation for life. Not to mention she was quite a bit more mature...her hues had a new depth to them that hadn't been there before. Owlkit wished that she had never set eyes on Wingpaw, although she was still trying to work out whether Storkpaw had been kidding around with her when he had acted as though he didn't know the she cat, or if he really hadn't. She couldn't think of a reason for him to lie to her, but did she really know the tom as well as she thought?
Maybe she did. Maybe she didn't. She wanted to confront him with it, but...then again, maybe that was the last thing she should do. She found herself unconsciously looking around for her friend, just out of habit, and then felt guilty. Here she was, thinking darker thoughts against him and Wingpaw then she should, and now all of a sudden she was looking for him? Her...friend. Her only friend. But apparently I'm not his. She thought with a slight scowl before sighing upon realizing that she was once again, judging him for something that might not have even happened. Well, he did have his brother... his brother was his friend, right? As far as she knew. So either way, she wasn't his only friend- and yet, she didn't feel bad about it. What made her feel bad was the fact that Wingpaw had been right there in front of her, obviously trying to get Storkpaw's attention...and Owlkit had been jealous. That was what bothered her.

[goddess of ducks]

@Nighty (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=83)

Owlkit wondered when her turn for apprenticeship would come. She knew it was selfish, hoping that maybe she would magically become an apprentice and leave the others behind, but she couldn't help it. It felt to her as though she had been waiting forever...and the fact that there was no leader made her all the more frustrated. Gyrewind would be back any day now, and maybe then she would be an apprentice, but until then...she was stuck. Oh well, at least as long as I'm an apprentice I don't have to see Wingpaw and Storkpaw running off together. She thought. That was another selfish thought she was ashamed of- Owlkit wasn't, by nature, a selfish cat. She was actually quite friendly, but because she was worried that it might be another moon or even two before she received her apprentice name, she was beginning to have darker thoughts against the cats that she wasn't so fond of. Owlkit curled her tail around her paws.
Everything that had happened had made the young she cat grow up quite a bit...she was no longer as energetic, and she had gotten a new outlook and appreciation for life. Not to mention she was quite a bit more mature...her hues had a new depth to them that hadn't been there before. Owlkit wished that she had never set eyes on Wingpaw, although she was still trying to work out whether Storkpaw had been kidding around with her when he had acted as though he didn't know the she cat, or if he really hadn't. She couldn't think of a reason for him to lie to her, but did she really know the tom as well as she thought?
Maybe she did. Maybe she didn't. She wanted to confront him with it, but...then again, maybe that was the last thing she should do. She found herself unconsciously looking around for her friend, just out of habit, and then felt guilty. Here she was, thinking darker thoughts against him and Wingpaw then she should, and now all of a sudden she was looking for him? Her...friend. Her only friend. But apparently I'm not his. She thought with a slight scowl before sighing upon realizing that she was once again, judging him for something that might not have even happened. Well, he did have his brother... his brother was his friend, right? As far as she knew. So either way, she wasn't his only friend- and yet, she didn't feel bad about it. What made her feel bad was the fact that Wingpaw had been right there in front of her, obviously trying to get Storkpaw's attention...and Owlkit had been jealous. That was what bothered her.

Storkpaw trudged back into the clearing, the shock, almost horrified expression still lingering in his face. What he had just witnessed was by far the weirdest thing he had ever seen, or heard of for that fact. His normally smooth, sleek fur was ruffled and dust ridden. With a quick glance he spotted Owlkit. He released a sigh of relief, forgetting momentarily about the interaction between Owlkit, Wingpaw and himself. The memory was at the back of his mind and all he could think about was what had just happened. He needed some cat who he trusted and trusted him back. A cat who wouldn't think he was crazy no matter what he said. And for him, that was Owlkit. She was like a sister to him and he loved her for that. She always seemed so patient and kind when she was around him. That was until Wingpaw had trotted in and tramped all over them.

He approached the white and brown she kit with a half hearted smile on his face. His wary limbs gave way and he flopped into a slouched sitting position beside her. Still not thinking of the annoyance and anger he had witnessed in her around Wingpaw, he rested his chin lightly on top of her head and sighed. "You would not believe what just happened out there." He said in an exasperated tone. His blue eyes flicked down to see her nose. He pulled away gently and flicked his tail around his paws as he sat up straighter. Now is when he needed some cat to talk too. It wasn't often, but apparently the worst could happen.

[lone]

Storkpaw trudged back into the clearing, the shock, almost horrified expression still lingering in his face. What he had just witnessed was by far the weirdest thing he had ever seen, or heard of for that fact. His normally smooth, sleek fur was ruffled and dust ridden. With a quick glance he spotted Owlkit. He released a sigh of relief, forgetting momentarily about the interaction between Owlkit, Wingpaw and himself. The memory was at the back of his mind and all he could think about was what had just happened. He needed some cat who he trusted and trusted him back. A cat who wouldn't think he was crazy no matter what he said. And for him, that was Owlkit. She was like a sister to him and he loved her for that. She always seemed so patient and kind when she was around him. That was until Wingpaw had trotted in and tramped all over them.



He approached the white and brown she kit with a half hearted smile on his face. His wary limbs gave way and he flopped into a slouched sitting position beside her. Still not thinking of the annoyance and anger he had witnessed in her around Wingpaw, he rested his chin lightly on top of her head and sighed. "You would not believe what just happened out there." He said in an exasperated tone. His blue eyes flicked down to see her nose. He pulled away gently and flicked his tail around his paws as he sat up straighter. Now is when he needed some cat to talk too. It wasn't often, but apparently the worst could happen.
Owlkit saw her friend approaching and for a moment, she felt a flicker of frustration, remembering what had happened before, but when he got closer the frustration faded. She could never be mad at him for long. Not as long as that Wingpaw cat was nowhere in sight. As soon as she saw that cat again, she was going to...no. Nice thoughts. She thought to herself with a frustrated flick of her tail. Owlkit felt a smile spreading across her maw as Storkpaw put his chin on her head, although she tried to hide it- she was supposed to be mad at him, but of course, she was unable to keep her anger from shrinking until it was nearly gone. "Really? What happened, what'd you see? Or hear?" She asked, with kit-like innocence and curiosity in her voice. She hadn't spoken like that for a while- but she felt much more safe and comfortable with acting younger around Storkpaw, so there was no big deal with being like that.

Besides, no one else was paying attention to two friends hanging out and playing around, right? No one else even cared that they existed- well, Storkpaw's brother might, and maybe Kestrelkit and Doekit did, but as far as the other cats in the clan- nah. They probably never even shot a second glance in either one's direction, all too preoccupied with their own lives. All except that dumb Wing- no! Nice. Thoughts. Owlkit was more frustrated with herself then anything else that she couldn't think of anything good about Wingpaw...well, other then the fact that she was pretty. And had seemed friendly. And was Storkpaw's friend. There! Those are good things, right? Owlkit thought with a grin, satisfied until the other, more annoying part of her mind chimed in with it's own thoughts on Wingpaw. Well she's not that pretty. And she seemed kind of annoying, didn't she? And hey! I don't even want her to be Storkpaw's friend, how was that a good thing? She thought, annoyed with herself even as the thoughts entered her mind, but there was nothing she could do about them. It seemed Owlkit was cursed with these bad thoughts about the young apprentice...but even so, maybe someday she would be...more comfortable. She would learn that everything wasn't about her, right? Because it wasn't. She didn't own him, as she had constantly had to tell herself every time she thought about the infuriating encounter between her, Storkpaw, and Wingpaw. "Hey, Storkpaw...there's a question I've been meaning to ask you, I just never really- never got around to it, so I was wondering...why didn't you tell me you knew Wingpaw? How come you said she was your brother, or said you didn't know her?" Owlkit asked, a hurt tone entering her voice as she spoke.

[Ghostly Cristalline]

"How have things been since Flowerpetal...went...and what happened to Hazelkit?"

"Everything is okay with Flowerpetal gone. I got you and my uncle, Gazeshadow. Hazelkit and me were playing to rough and she broke her leg." She meowed.

[doghouse]

Timberpaw looked at his friend, remembering everything that they had done together. Meeting in the territory...helping in the fire...he remembered the flood of emotions that he had felt that awful day, when the fire had started...and now they were safe. ThunderClan was under a new rule, one that Apurva could feel proud to live under. But was she okay? Had he frightened her with their intimate encounter the other day? Did she frighten me? He wondered, realizing that his own heart was pounding inside of his chest. He shrugged it off as the familiar feelings he had had the other day with her. "So what's been happening? I mean, when's your ceremony going to be? You're staying in ThunderClan, aren't you? You've done so much to help, we could use a good cat like you, and I- we all need you." Timberpaw mewed, wondering exactly who he meant by all. Sure, ThunderClan could always use another good apprentice and hopefully she would be a warrior not too long after- with her determination she would. At least he hoped so.
He realized with a sting of embarrassment he had almost said the fateful words 'I need you.' He wasn't sure whether that would have been the greatest thing to say, but perhaps she would have been fine with it. If she were having those same feelings, then he...well...what could they do? Neither one knew what was going on. Both of them were clueless. This was horrible! The absolute worst thing that could happen. And then again...maybe it wasn't. Maybe this was good. He wasn't quite sure what to say to Apurva now, he wished that she would remember how much fun the two of them had had. He didn't like the feeling that she was nervous around him, like she felt he was...someone else. Somehow her expression reminded him of the look on many she cat's faces when he attempted to be friendly. He wasn't quite sure what he thought of it.
Why does she seem so...distant? Nervous? Worried? Oh, I should um, maybe, uh, do...something? He thought, shifting his weight uncomfortably as he did so. He licked his maw, an uncomfortable expression on his features. "Are you cold?" He asked, glancing over at her. He knew his short pelt would be less warm then her thick, pretty one, but he supposed it was probably just the thought that counted. He shifted his weight, anxiety rushing through him as he looked at her. He wasn't sure what to do, or say...he knew that things had changed between them. And that they would never be the same again. There was no way that he could get rid of these feelings, not in his mind and not at the moment...was there? He wouldn't give up his friend for anything in the world. But these feelings were definitely beginning to get to him and make him more uncomfortable. Make him feel like he couldn't- or wouldn't- stay away from her.
Apurva glanced at the brown tabby tom who was few tail lengths away from her, then she quickly looked away, hoping that he hadn't noticed. She wasn't sure why she hoped that, but the thought that he had not seen made her feel a small bit more relaxed, and soon, the pretty ginger, black and gray tuxedo she-cat had forgotten entirely that she had been feeling nervous, and looked up towards the cloudy gray sky, wishing that soon, new-leaf would be here, and the days would grow longer and warmer, and prey would thrive and be more plentiful, as it had in the past, several moons before. She had momentarily forgotten about Timberpaw, and when at last she glanced back at him, that hot, uncomfortable feeling she had come to feel quite often returned, making her pelt feel warm and itchy. At the same time, the former loner felt an odd fluttering feeling in both her chest and stomach, and for just a moment, she wondered if she had somehow gotten sick or something. Shaking away those less pleasant thoughts, she tried to focus herself on something happier, like the many good times she had already had while awaiting her apprentice ceremony here in the Clan. Looking back, Apurva realized that already, she had been here since the fires quite some time ago, but still, ThunderClan was not officially her home. Hopefully, it soon would be though, as the soon-to-be apprentice and member of the Clan was very excited as to what her name would be, as she knew that she would ot be keeping the name the twolegs had given her. It didn't bother her though, as she liked the way that Clan names sounded. They were more exciting than either loner or kittypet names were. Blinking,she realized that she had sort of zoned out in her own little bubble of thought, and quickly gave her chest fur a few quick, embarrassed licks, ducking her head in the process of doing so. "Yes, I'm staying in ThunderClan. There's no place I'd rather be than-" breaking off quickly as she realized that she had been about to say something that she feared that she would very much regret, she noticed that he had also broken off whatever he'd been about to say, and hint of curiosity entered her bright green hues, but she said nothing, thinking it best to drop that subject before it got any more uncomfortable than it already was. shaking her head, more to herself than anything else, she ducked her head to groom at a tangle in her fur that didn't actually exist, and she was just trying to avoid locking eyes with him, fearful of what she might see. "Huh? Oh! not very cold. now that it's later in the day anyways." she added with a light, somewhat amused tone, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. It was true, now that it was later in the day, what little of the sun that peeped through the clouds had made the temperature rise just a little, and the cold, biting wind had dropped to no more than a cool breeze. "Are you cold?" she added, not entirely sure why she'd asked him the same basic question he had asked her, but it felt wrong not to ask, so she didn't regret it. She glanced quickly over at him, keeping her gaze low to avoid eye contact, still scared that it might make the warmth in her pelt grow stronger and become less bearable. Already, she wished that it was just a bit colder so she could hide her faint trembling as cold, but she wasn't shivering enough to make her shake, and it was rather obviously not from the cold. Especially since she'd just told him that she wasn't cold.

Lonestar23

[Tundra]

Flameleaf smiled at the kits. One was golden with blue eyes, the second one was white with green eyes and the third one was black with green eyes. Two were female and one was male. "The golden one can be Sunkit." Flameleaf meowed. She looked at the white kit. "That one can be Cloudkit, and you can name that one." She pointed with her tail at the small black kit

[lone]

@Wolf (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=413)

Falconclaw wrapped his tail tightly around his paws, shaking slightly. He wasn't quite sure what to think. At this moment in time, nothing made much sense to him...though whether that was a good thing or bad thing, he didn't know. I don't understand. I don't understand why she doesn't respond, why she doesn't- why she can't just...tell me. Falconclaw thought, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth in frustration, in anger, in...confusion. Sadness. Worry both for his friend and for whatever was going on with her. Why wouldn't she tell him? Still, he could respect her decision. Whatever was going on, she didn't trust him, that was fine...just as long as she was safe. That was all that mattered. He wanted her to be with him, but she seemed to always avoid the subject whenever he brought it up, always smiling and polite until he mentioned 'love' and then she would turn into some sort of a shy, nervous cat, stammering and avoiding telling him anything...it was like everything in her just shut down. And Falconclaw hated it. He hated that she didn't trust him, he hated that she wouldn't- or maybe couldn't- understand how badly he wanted to be with her, and he hated that she was doing something that she wouldn't tell him. Just the fact that she wasn't going to tell him what was happening was enough to make him angry.

Why did she feel like she needed to hide from him? Whatever was going on, he wanted to help her. He wasn't going to hurt her, he wasn't going to...to make her uncomfortable in any way. Whoever it was she was seeing, he would help them. They were certainly a family member, and she didn't need to hide someone of her own kin from him. He would find out what was going on anyways.

He made a mental note to follow Spottedsong sometime soon, find out where she was going, who she was seeing...and why she wouldn't tell him. But in the meantime, I need to get back to meeting some new cats. It won't do for me to be a lonely hermit if she rejects me. Falconclaw thought with a slight chuckle. Despite his dark nature, he did have a sense of humor sometimes. He wished that Spottedsong knew that. Maybe she would like him better if he were able to lighten up around her, joke around some more...they should go hunting sometime. It was beautiful out in the territory, and hopefully she would agree to do it with him. Just as long as he...well...didn't get onto her too much. His investigation would have to wait. Falconclaw, though he didn't look like he would, loved romance. That was, when it was around certain cats. Spottedsong just happened to be one of those cats.

Falconclaw doubted there would ever be anyone else. Then again...maybe there would be.
(So, he's gonna get rejected by the love of his life *poor baby* so maybe they could meet now, and be close friends for a while until after he gets rejected and then they could sorta start having a half-relationship...idk what do you think)

[Trashy Sky]

Elkpaw stood up, feeling his fur beginning to prickle with embarrassment as he looked at the other tom, his hues sparking with the slightest bit of anxiety before a friendly smile spread across his maw and he approached the other cat, his tail waving in a friendly manner. "Hi! I'm Elkpaw, what's your name?" Elkpaw asked, giving Damppaw another bright smile. He was thankful that the tom didn't seem to be judging him- on the contrary, he had looked rather friendly. Elkpaw was glad, but he was careful not to show too much enthusiasm for fear that he might scare Damppaw off before he got a chance to properly talk to the other cat. "Did you want to play? I was just playing this game I made up, you could play it with me if you want!" He offered cheerfully, keeping the friendly smile on his maw the whole time, not wanting to let it waver in case the tom thought he was just trying to be nice and didn't actually want to play with him. He really did- sometimes it could get boring playing by himself, and he was hoping that Damppaw would be a friendly cat for him to hang out with...at least, for a while.
Damppaw jumped as he snapped out of his trance, seeing Elkpaw approach him and ask him a few things. The small tom's pale green eyes shimmered as he looked at Elkpaw, his small paws shuffling nervously. "O-Oh!... I'm Damppaw." he answered in his quiet and kindly voice. The diluted calico tom, being as rare as that is, then nodded softly. He gave a smile to Elkpaw, finding him kind enough to be kind back to. "I would like to play...!" he sort of squeaked out, his high-pitched and young voice showing off how young he was. The male bounced a bit as he smiled more, moving closer to the other tom. "How do you play though?" He asked as he tilted his head. Damppaw would need that information.

[Zero]

Remorakit smiled halfway when they were told their sorting had been done correctly, but felt a twinge of suspicion in their stomach. Your paws are dry. Still, they decided not to press the topic. Their white-tipped tail twitched, stirring no dust--they took a lot of pride in helping to clean up the den. "What do we need to talk about?" Remora blinked up with their olive eyes at the medicine cat.

Zerosight ceased his sorting, turning to seem as if he was 'looking' at Remorakit. "You'll be made into an apprentice soon, correct?" He phrased it as a question but didn't wait for answer, just hurrying through his speech he had prepared. "As you probably know, I'm getting old. I had completely trained my previous apprentice, Northpath... but as you know..." He trailed off, waited a moment, and then cleared his throat. "Anyways, I need to pass on my knowledge to somebody, and well," He laughed dryly. "You always seem to be helping out around here. And, I feel, if you're going to help so much, that you might as well be my apprentice." The ThunderClan medicine cat paused, his tail tip twitching from side to side.

[lone]

Damppaw jumped as he snapped out of his trance, seeing Elkpaw approach him and ask him a few things. The small tom's pale green eyes shimmered as he looked at Elkpaw, his small paws shuffling nervously. "O-Oh!... I'm Damppaw." he answered in his quiet and kindly voice. The diluted calico tom, being as rare as that is, then nodded softly. He gave a smile to Elkpaw, finding him kind enough to be kind back to. "I would like to play...!" he sort of squeaked out, his high-pitched and young voice showing off how young he was. The male bounced a bit as he smiled more, moving closer to the other tom. "How do you play though?" He asked as he tilted his head. Damppaw would need that information.
Elkpaw smiled, his expression friendly and carefree as he grinned back at the tom. "Nice to meet ya, Damppaw!" He mewed, his tail twitching back and forth in a friendly manner as he did so. "Great! Oh, there's no specific rules for the game...pretty much just roll around and try to 'touch' as many clouds as you can in a row. No one ever plays it with me, so, uh...I guess whoever can 'touch' the most clouds in a row wins, or maybe no one wins," Elkpaw mewed. He grinned at Damppaw, his tail twitching back and forth. Being friendly was the only thing Elkpaw knew. Although sometimes he was shunned for being 'overly friendly' or 'weird,' Elkpaw was grateful for Damppaw to be being so acceptant and friendly with him right now. It was a rare occasion when he was accepted, him and his game...after all, most people didn't really want him to be around since they assumed he was dumb. Or strange. Considering that he wasn't the most...normal of cats. Then again, who wanted to be normal? Normal was boring. Damppaw seemed nice, Elkpaw hoped he wouldn't want to leave after learning that his game wasn't as glamorous as some other games.

[wren]

@Wolf (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=413)

Falconclaw wrapped his tail tightly around his paws, shaking slightly. He wasn't quite sure what to think. At this moment in time, nothing made much sense to him...though whether that was a good thing or bad thing, he didn't know. I don't understand. I don't understand why she doesn't respond, why she doesn't- why she can't just...tell me. Falconclaw thought, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth in frustration, in anger, in...confusion. Sadness. Worry both for his friend and for whatever was going on with her. Why wouldn't she tell him? Still, he could respect her decision. Whatever was going on, she didn't trust him, that was fine...just as long as she was safe. That was all that mattered. He wanted her to be with him, but she seemed to always avoid the subject whenever he brought it up, always smiling and polite until he mentioned 'love' and then she would turn into some sort of a shy, nervous cat, stammering and avoiding telling him anything...it was like everything in her just shut down. And Falconclaw hated it. He hated that she didn't trust him, he hated that she wouldn't- or maybe couldn't- understand how badly he wanted to be with her, and he hated that she was doing something that she wouldn't tell him. Just the fact that she wasn't going to tell him what was happening was enough to make him angry.

Why did she feel like she needed to hide from him? Whatever was going on, he wanted to help her. He wasn't going to hurt her, he wasn't going to...to make her uncomfortable in any way. Whoever it was she was seeing, he would help them. They were certainly a family member, and she didn't need to hide someone of her own kin from him. He would find out what was going on anyways.

He made a mental note to follow Spottedsong sometime soon, find out where she was going, who she was seeing...and why she wouldn't tell him. But in the meantime, I need to get back to meeting some new cats. It won't do for me to be a lonely hermit if she rejects me. Falconclaw thought with a slight chuckle. Despite his dark nature, he did have a sense of humor sometimes. He wished that Spottedsong knew that. Maybe she would like him better if he were able to lighten up around her, joke around some more...they should go hunting sometime. It was beautiful out in the territory, and hopefully she would agree to do it with him. Just as long as he...well...didn't get onto her too much. His investigation would have to wait. Falconclaw, though he didn't look like he would, loved romance. That was, when it was around certain cats. Spottedsong just happened to be one of those cats.

Falconclaw doubted there would ever be anyone else. Then again...maybe there would be.
(So, he's gonna get rejected by the love of his life *poor baby* so maybe they could meet now, and be close friends for a while until after he gets rejected and then they could sorta start having a half-relationship...idk what do you think)

[ Oh dear. Poor poor falconclaw. Being rejected and all that. XD but I mean once that happens... New love will sprout!! Magic!! It would have been a tense roleplay if all three of the, where together. XD od dear we should do that once he is rejected. ]

Silverfawn trotted through thunderclan's dull forest. It's life was gradually returning and the bitter cold was being slightly warded off. Gently warded off by the anticipation of new leaf in just a few moons. Not only where the prey excited but the cats where too. Buzz of the warmest new leaf yet was being passed around quickly. Prey would be on endless count. It seemed like only starclan had those types of new leaf seasons. The thought of a starclan worthy new leaf made the she cats pelt crawl with happiness. Being born into a rough leafbare the whole idea of enjoying it wasn't exactly put fourth. Her siblings agreed they hated it. The she cats ears twitched as a distressed magpie shriek as she passed by. A thrush dangled form the she cats jaws as she trotted over the slush and patches of dirty snow. She watched the magpie with curious eyes before nearly tripping over her own paws. Her blue eyes shinning with a sort of satisfaction that she had caught herself. Camp was near, she could smell the flow of bustling bodies and fresh prey that awaited her. The slender she cat pushed her way past some foliage and sped up down the hill towards the entrance. Quickly slipping past the brambles that shielded the entrance from direct eyesight.

Her eyes were dead ahead and because of it she nearly tripped over falconclaw. She yelped in surprise and tripped over his tail. Keeping balence for a second before flopping into the snow in a heap of fur. Her checks heated up and her ears suddenly pinned to the back of her head in embrassment. She picked herslef up forgetting to pick up her thrush before turning to face the Tom. "I'm so sorry, um. Um" she paused for a second "Excuse me but I don't seem to have met you before" she meows offering sheepish smile. You clutz. If you hadn't held your head so high you wouldn't have tripped in front of your clanmates or over one! she looked down nervously at him, continuing to paste a smile over her red face.

She cast a glance behind her scanning the clearing for cats who'd be snickering at her. Not that'd she would have any enemies but how she portrayed herself mattered greatly on her list of endless values. Then she spotted her thrush. Her thrush was crushed. Her ears flattened in agitation. It took her all or int to find something resin able to bring back. Now the prey was distorted. You couldn't tell what it was besides the fact it was a bird because of the feathers. Oh well, there's a whole forest out there and about 30 more warriors hunting for the same thing. Disappointing. she turned back to face the Tom who she had mistakenly tripped over.

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf smiled at the kits. One was golden with blue eyes, the second one was white with green eyes and the third one was black with green eyes. Two were female and one was male. "The golden one can be Sunkit." Flameleaf meowed. She looked at the white kit. "That one can be Cloudkit, and you can name that one." She pointed with her tail at the small black kit
Quietstream mewed "ash kit," he smiled. "They're perfect."

[lone]

@Inglewood Binks (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=206)

Brightkit sat in the nursery, her multicolored tail flicked around her paws. Most of the time the she cat wasn't looking for anyone in particular, just a friendly face, but this time was different. She was looking for her best friend- Martenkit. Where was he? What was he doing, anyways? Brightkit's thoughts turned to the events of the past few moons. The last time she had seen Martenkit had been right after the fire. The fire. The day everything changed. Brightkit could still hear the screaming cats, smell things burning, remember the fear and panic that had been radiating off of the other cats. She could remember her own fear and panic, she could remember wondering if she was ever going to see her friends again...if she were ever going to survive. Brightkit glanced around for Martenkit,- at least with her good eye. Her vision was shadowy, and for all she knew, she could be looking right over him. Brightkit wished that she could see better, although she had been living with her sight for this long- she could live with it forever. Partly blind. So...one of my eyes looks weird. Why didn't anyone tell me before? Brightkit thought, remembering the sympathetic warrior who had told her that she was partly blind. That she was different. And Brightkit had never known...she had never guessed that she was different from other kits. But now she knew. Why didn't Martenkit tell me? She thought, wondering if her best friend had even known...or if he had even noticed. There was only one way to find out.

When she found him...she would ask him about it.

[zinfranny]

Lonestar23

Martenkit bounced into the nursery, lightly freckled with snow on his face and paws. He was buzzing like a bee hive with exhilaration and mischievous joy, with a pair of dazzling amber-orange eyes. His brain whizzed with the thought of training, evidently along the lines of what he had been investigating beforehand. He searched for his friend, Brightkit, dying to talk about their soon-to-come apprenticeship. He looked around the den of mothers and young kits from where he was standing, his long spine made into an arch. Martenkit brightened up at the sight of her familiar calico figure, his fur fuzzing up. But he was taken aback when she looked at him, or at least in his general direction, and looked away. His brow furrowed in confusion with a slight tilt of the head until he bounded towards her.
''Brightkit? Brighty?'' Martenkit mewed, raising a paw when he settled in front of her and making a slight batting motion at her nose.

[NightWarrior4Life]

"Everything is okay with Flowerpetal gone. I got you and my uncle, Gazeshadow. Hazelkit and me were playing to rough and she broke her leg." She meowed.
DarkKit suddenly felt like a rock dropped to the bottom of his stomach. "Gaze shadow? Y-you're uncle? No, maybe..." The Bengal kit started panicking. He couldn't let that evil Dark forest cat take her.

[Mango]

Crowpaw's eyes softened. "I know the feeling..." he said softly, his green orbs flickering as he looked ahead. He then turned his head to her and smiled. "I'm sure they loved you..." was all he thought to say.
She slowly shook her head," I doubt it, if they loved me they'd have either stayed or took me with them. I had two siblings, my brother Seedkit and sister Webkit. Seedkit died a few days after they left, me and Webkit were taking care of him to our ability then he died, Webpaw disappeared after her cerimony to Riverclan, and now is like evil. Webfang is a murderer in Riverclan. So I have no relationship to my family, living and dead."

[monfang]

She slowly shook her head," I doubt it, if they loved me they'd have either stayed or took me with them. I had two siblings, my brother Seedkit and sister Webkit. Seedkit died a few days after they left, me and Webkit were taking care of him to our ability then he died, Webpaw disappeared after her cerimony to Riverclan, and now is like evil. Webfang is a murderer in Riverclan. So I have no relationship to my family, living and dead."
Crowpaw listened and could only manage a chuckle. "I think it's time you made new relations." he said, smiling. His green orbs gave off a kind look.

[lone]

@Lonestar23 (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=42)


Martenkit bounced into the nursery, lightly freckled with snow on his face and paws. He was buzzing like a bee hive with exhilaration and mischievous joy, with a pair of dazzling amber-orange eyes. His brain whizzed with the thought of training, evidently along the lines of what he had been investigating beforehand. He searched for his friend, Brightkit, dying to talk about their soon-to-come apprenticeship. He looked around the den of mothers and young kits from where he was standing, his long spine made into an arch. Martenkit brightened up at the sight of her familiar calico figure, his fur fuzzing up. But he was taken aback when she looked at him, or at least in his general direction, and looked away. His brow furrowed in confusion with a slight tilt of the head until he bounded towards her.

''Brightkit? Brighty?'' Martenkit mewed, raising a paw when he settled in front of her and making a slight batting motion at her nose.
Brightkit wrinkled her muzzle, making a face at Martenkit when he approached and then smiled to show she meant no harm by it. "Hi, Marty. Guess what I just found out?" She asked with a slight sigh, the tip of her tail twitching as she spoke. She wasn't proud or excited about her discovery, especially since it meant that it was going to make things harder for her. And she was still questioning why Martenkit hadn't told her before...had he known? Maybe he just hadn't noticed. That must be it...right? She thought with a sigh, her tail twitching back and forth anxiously as she paused for a moment before her good eye gleamed with some unreadable emotion. "Apparently I'm blind. Well, not- not all the way, but...partway. And no one told me! Not until after Ratnight took over, and then they told me all about being blind and how I'd better be careful, and all that stuff." Brightkit sighed, seeming to shrink a little as she spoke. She now knew why her vision was so shadowy. Why she crashed into things, because they looked just like blobby outlines. Even Martenkit, who was right in front of her, was hard to see. Colors were even more difficult, but she could see the brownish coloring of her familiar friend's pelt. "So anyway, what's new?" She asked. In all the excitement she had forgotten that she was apprentice- aged now...and that her ceremony would be coming up very soon. That was exciting, and promising...Brightkit's tail twitched back and forth as she suddenly remembered and both hues seemed to suddenly spark, although granted, one was a little duller then the other.

[Mango]

Crowpaw listened and could only manage a chuckle. "I think it's time you made new relations." he said, smiling. His green orbs gave off a kind look.
She paused," I wish she didn't kill kits and elders, I've tried to ask her simply to stick to enemies, the murdering doesn't bug me, the torturing kits to death does- I mean, it totally upsets me," she said realizing Crowpaw might feel angry about it.

[monfang]

She paused," I wish she didn't kill kits and elders, I've tried to ask her simply to stick to enemies, the murdering doesn't bug me, the torturing kits to death does- I mean, it totally upsets me," she said realizing Crowpaw might feel angry about it.
Crowpaw nodded. "Indeed." was his simple reply. "Do you know where your sister goes often?" he asked, trying to keep his voice monotone rather then dark.

[Ghostly Cristalline]

DarkKit suddenly felt like a rock dropped to the bottom of his stomach. "Gaze shadow? Y-you're uncle? No, maybe..." The Bengal kit started panicking. He couldn't let that evil Dark forest cat take her.

"Don't worry Gazeshadow is Shadowgazes son. He's nothing like his father. He'll be in here soon." meowed Hopekit. Gazeshadow walked inside and over to her. "He moved into the den. he's the first Tom queen." laughed Hazelkit, walking over to the two. "I wouldn't call myself a queen." Gazeshadow meowed.

[lone]

[ Oh dear. Poor poor falconclaw. Being rejected and all that. XD but I mean once that happens... New love will sprout!! Magic!! It would have been a tense roleplay if all three of the, where together. XD od dear we should do that once he is rejected. ]

Silverfawn trotted through thunderclan's dull forest. It's life was gradually returning and the bitter cold was being slightly warded off. Gently warded off by the anticipation of new leaf in just a few moons. Not only where the prey excited but the cats where too. Buzz of the warmest new leaf yet was being passed around quickly. Prey would be on endless count. It seemed like only starclan had those types of new leaf seasons. The thought of a starclan worthy new leaf made the she cats pelt crawl with happiness. Being born into a rough leafbare the whole idea of enjoying it wasn't exactly put fourth. Her siblings agreed they hated it. The she cats ears twitched as a distressed magpie shriek as she passed by. A thrush dangled form the she cats jaws as she trotted over the slush and patches of dirty snow. She watched the magpie with curious eyes before nearly tripping over her own paws. Her blue eyes shinning with a sort of satisfaction that she had caught herself. Camp was near, she could smell the flow of bustling bodies and fresh prey that awaited her. The slender she cat pushed her way past some foliage and sped up down the hill towards the entrance. Quickly slipping past the brambles that shielded the entrance from direct eyesight.

Her eyes were dead ahead and because of it she nearly tripped over falconclaw. She yelped in surprise and tripped over his tail. Keeping balence for a second before flopping into the snow in a heap of fur. Her checks heated up and her ears suddenly pinned to the back of her head in embrassment. She picked herslef up forgetting to pick up her thrush before turning to face the Tom. "I'm so sorry, um. Um" she paused for a second "Excuse me but I don't seem to have met you before" she meows offering sheepish smile. You clutz. If you hadn't held your head so high you wouldn't have tripped in front of your clanmates or over one! she looked down nervously at him, continuing to paste a smile over her red face.


She cast a glance behind her scanning the clearing for cats who'd be snickering at her. Not that'd she would have any enemies but how she portrayed herself mattered greatly on her list of endless values. Then she spotted her thrush. Her thrush was crushed. Her ears flattened in agitation. It took her all or int to find something resin able to bring back. Now the prey was distorted. You couldn't tell what it was besides the fact it was a bird because of the feathers. Oh well, there's a whole forest out there and about 30 more warriors hunting for the same thing. Disappointing. she turned back to face the Tom who she had mistakenly tripped over.
{Well idk about having it between the three of them, I think Falcon's gonna be so done at that point xD...he's going to have a hard time even looking at her after that for a while, especially with it being his first serious love interest buut we'll see}

Falconclaw felt something bump into him and flinched, although it was hard to tell as he had already been shaking. For a moment a shudder prickled down his spine in a frustrating manner before he was able to calm himself and he lifted his hues to look at the cat who had bumped into him. At first he was fully intending to snap at them, perhaps give them a reminder to be careful when maneuvering around Camp, but at her more timid voice he stopped and his ears flicked backwards in displeasure. He wasn't too happy about her voice being so soft and gentle. It was making him nervous, at least until his ears flicked forwards again and he took a deep breath, relaxing further. "Don't worry about it. Accidents happen, especially when you aren't paying attention." He mewed. That was the best comfort he could offer...Falconclaw was not, by nature, a comforting cat, and especially when he believed the other cat was in the wrong. As in this case. She was the one not paying attention. But you were in the way. Well, she should watch where she's going! Maybe you should show a little more grace towards a clanmate. Falconclaw's mind seemed to be arguing with him, pushing him towards a more friendly approach. A small, almost forced smile came onto his maw, although the smile didn't reach his hues.

They remained cold, and distant...staring right at Silverfawn with a calculating expression as though he were trying to see right through her. "Hm? Oh, uh...I'm Falconclaw. And who might you be?" He asked, trying to make his voice sound as polite as possible as he spoke. He wanted to make a good...or at least, better...impression on the she cat. The tip of Falconclaw's tail twitched as he spoke and stared at Silverfawn. She didn't look too familiar...but then again, Falconclaw hadn't payed too much attention to his clanmates recently. He'd been too busy worrying about Spottedsong. The fact that she had been attacked by a loner, and on ThunderClan Territory where a loner hadn't been spotted in quite a while. How was it possible that she had escaped with not a single marking on her? That didn't make sense to Falconclaw, and his hues narrowed as a frustrated growl escaped his maw.

He realized it probably sounded strange to the she cat, but at this point, he really didn't care. The only opinions that he cared about were that of Spottedsong, the only cat he had ever truly cared about, and the cats in authority. It was important to be on their good sides, wasn't it? Important to gain power by remaining on their good sides. Falconclaw looked at Silverfawn, realizing he knew very little about the rest of his clanmates. Well. Guess I should start working a little harder to make some friends, huh? He thought with a small smile on his maw, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth as he did so. Falconclaw thought about Spottedsong again, wondering where she was now. She had just sort of run off suddenly, and he was frustrated with the thought. He wanted to be with her. He wanted her to trust him. And yet, somehow, she wouldn't do either. Every time he brought up the subject of love, or so much as mentioned the word, she avoided it. It was as though she thought it would hurt her to so much as think about the word. And yet Falconclaw wanted her to talk to him so much, he wanted her to trust him...they were best friends, and had been for a while now. So what was wrong with her? Once again, he eyed Silverfawn a little suspiciously as though he thought she might be the loner who had supposedly attacked Spottedsong.

And for all he knew...she could be.

[Empress Of Evil]

Stormpaw padded out of the apprentice's den. He had just been taking a small nap after training with his mentor. His stormy coloured fur was ruffled and rather messy, lucky for him, his fur wasn't very long so he would easily be able to neaten it up. Looking around, he searched for someone to talk to. Stormpaw was a friendly cat, but due to his gullible and innocent nature, he didn't have many friends. He made more bullies. Sighing, he looked for the few friends he had. Spotting on, he trotted over to the. "Hey Remora!", Stormpaw said in a cheerful tone, a wide grin on his face. Due to training, he hadn't had much to time to talk with his friends or brother. Berrypaw was normally off doing training practice as well, despite the fact that they were brothers, their mentors didn't them train together. "How're you doing?", he asked them.
(Super sorry about how short it is!)

Ludicrous Lunacy

(Boop for Ludicrous Lunacy)

[Empress Of Evil]

Echospeck yawns, a late start to the day he would call it, but the rest was well deserved after his successful evening hunt yesterday. Stretching out his legs, he also takes the moment to groom up a little. He sighs, a soft purr about him as once again his favorite moment hunting with Silvercloud pops in his head. It's happening more and more it seems, thinking about her, bumping into her, all the way to spending a whole day with her, she's everywhere! But it's not a bad thing, her company has been the most excitement he's had in moons, it's actually made his evening solo hunts feel too quiet. Maybe I should ask her... to come along one night? Nah, Nettleclaw's probably the one with her attention in camp, since I'm never here at sundown.

Echospeck turns to look over Nettleclaw's usual loafing spot. He's not there, so Silvercloud is probably with him now. He turns his head further to groom his shoulder, then froze immediately. His eyes widened, Silvercloud's padding right to him. He hastely curls his tail, "Silvercloud! Good morning."

At Echospeck's call to Silvercloud, Nettleclaw raises his ears and stealthily leaps into the apprentices den just enough to peek out one ear. He gets some looks from the young warriors, but that's nothing new to him.

Silvercloud had a wide grin spread across her face as she got closer and closer to Echospeck. Like Echospeck, Silvercloud found the tom great company. She was often searching for the tom to go do something with him. Without realising it though, in the process she had been spending less and less time with her best friend. It was like Nettleclaw had slipped her mind and become replaced with Echospeck. Blades of grass were flattened with each pawstep she took. Finally as she reached him, she said her own greeting. "Goodmorning!", she said cheerfully, happy to have the tom in her prescence. Silvercloud settled herself down next to the tom, laying down beside him.

Memories rushed through her head. Good memories. Most of them about great times spent with Echospeck. Like the tim they were hunting. Silvercloud chased a rabbit out of the bushes and was about to catch it when she tripped over a root. Echospeck had appeared out of nowhere and killed the rabbit for her. That hunting trip just made her day. "How are you?", the she-cat asked, eager to know.

Silvercloud seemed to take no notice of Nettleclaw, not at all knowing he was watching them from the Apprentice's Den. Although someone else took notice of him. Briarwish.

[217]

"I am also free pretty much anytime," she chuckled along with her,"I would love to go now if you'd like?" she mewed questionly. She nodded with her on the thought of the sunset and the trees,how the sky had been a pinkish orange and how it had reflected off of the others fur so well,and how pretty the sunset was that day. She couldn't forget it.


Cloudedsky nodded eagerly. "Yes, of course! I woyld love to go now as well!" She purred, standing up from where se recently had been sitting. She shook, the snow the had stuck tonher fur falling to the ground. "Though it'll be colder than last time, I'd love to! Besides, a little bit of coldness won't beat the sunset from a tree. I'll bet I can climb by myself now!"

[Tundra]

Flameleaf purred. "Yes," she meowed. "They are perfect!" She curled her tail around the kits. Sunfern and Cloudfeather sound nice. Flameleaf thought. but what about Ashkit? Flameleaf paused and thought for a minute. Ashwhisker, that fits! She licked Quietstream's cheek and curled around the kits.

[NightWarrior4Life]

"Don't worry Gazeshadow is Shadowgazes son. He's nothing like his father. He'll be in here soon." meowed Hopekit. Gazeshadow walked inside and over to her. "He moved into the den. he's the first Tom queen." laughed Hazelkit, walking over to the two. "I wouldn't call myself a queen." Gazeshadow meowed.
"Wow, but they look so similar!" He whispered in Hopekit's ear.

[graves]

Cloudedsky nodded eagerly. "Yes, of course! I woyld love to go now as well!" She purred, standing up from where se recently had been sitting. She shook, the snow the had stuck tonher fur falling to the ground. "Though it'll be colder than last time, I'd love to! Besides, a little bit of coldness won't beat the sunset from a tree. I'll bet I can climb by myself now!"
Briarbranch stood up aswel and stretched her limbs and emitted a small yawn,which only made her size look even bigger. She shook any loose snow flakes off of her thick tabby fur. She straightened back up and smiled,her tail twitching excitedly,"I wouldn't be surprised if you could by now," she chuckled,"but I'll catch you if you ever fall.Just incase." she mewed sweetly. She was excited to get out of camp,infact it had been awhile since she had tree climbed due to trying ti catch up with her warrior duties and all. So she was eager to get out. She made her way towards the camp exit,turning around to see if Cloudedsky was following.

[goddess of ducks]

Owlkit saw her friend approaching and for a moment, she felt a flicker of frustration, remembering what had happened before, but when he got closer the frustration faded. She could never be mad at him for long. Not as long as that Wingpaw cat was nowhere in sight. As soon as she saw that cat again, she was going to...no. Nice thoughts. She thought to herself with a frustrated flick of her tail. Owlkit felt a smile spreading across her maw as Storkpaw put his chin on her head, although she tried to hide it- she was supposed to be mad at him, but of course, she was unable to keep her anger from shrinking until it was nearly gone. "Really? What happened, what'd you see? Or hear?" She asked, with kit-like innocence and curiosity in her voice. She hadn't spoken like that for a while- but she felt much more safe and comfortable with acting younger around Storkpaw, so there was no big deal with being like that.

Besides, no one else was paying attention to two friends hanging out and playing around, right? No one else even cared that they existed- well, Storkpaw's brother might, and maybe Kestrelkit and Doekit did, but as far as the other cats in the clan- nah. They probably never even shot a second glance in either one's direction, all too preoccupied with their own lives. All except that dumb Wing- no! Nice. Thoughts. Owlkit was more frustrated with herself then anything else that she couldn't think of anything good about Wingpaw...well, other then the fact that she was pretty. And had seemed friendly. And was Storkpaw's friend. There! Those are good things, right? Owlkit thought with a grin, satisfied until the other, more annoying part of her mind chimed in with it's own thoughts on Wingpaw. Well she's not that pretty. And she seemed kind of annoying, didn't she? And hey! I don't even want her to be Storkpaw's friend, how was that a good thing? She thought, annoyed with herself even as the thoughts entered her mind, but there was nothing she could do about them. It seemed Owlkit was cursed with these bad thoughts about the young apprentice...but even so, maybe someday she would be...more comfortable. She would learn that everything wasn't about her, right? Because it wasn't. She didn't own him, as she had constantly had to tell herself every time she thought about the infuriating encounter between her, Storkpaw, and Wingpaw. "Hey, Storkpaw...there's a question I've been meaning to ask you, I just never really- never got around to it, so I was wondering...why didn't you tell me you knew Wingpaw? How come you said she was your brother, or said you didn't know her?" Owlkit asked, a hurt tone entering her voice as she spoke.

Storkpaw smiled as he heard her sweet voice. It was one of few sounds now that was calming to him. Besides, didn't every cat need something sturdy and loving amidst the crazy life? So as she asked what happened, he replayed the story for her. "Well, I went out in the territory, just for a hunt. I wasn't sure which way to head so I just started walking. I kept walking until I realized where I was. I was at the burial grounds." He said, casting a glance to his friend, making sure she was listening. "So likewise I payed some respects for my adopted father. Just normal stuff that happens at the burial grounds I guess." He gave a shrug and rolled his neck. "So then, as I was doing that, I heard scratching behind me. At this point I was getting freaked out and I turned around. The sight there was terrifying enough. All I could see was a paw sticking through the ground where one of the graves were. I panicked and starting retreating. But then the rest of the body came through the dirt and landed shaking on the ground. She looked up at me and asked what had happened. So I responded 'You died, and now you're back.' She looked shocked, but seemed to be feeling fine. Oh! I forgot to mention. Her fur was disgusting! And it reeked too." He wrinkled his nose, remembering the acrid scent. "It was all matted and covered with dirt, and just plain disgusting. But she introduced herself, Lilacblossom. She said that she died about 24 moons ago. She said that Starclan had sent her back to stop her mate for killing himself. So naturally I helped. It felt weird though, being beside a dead cat. It was creepy." He shudders. "Anyways, that was the time I was part of a prophecy." He joked.

Storkpaws laughter faded quickly though, as he watched her stern expression. It looked like she was about ready to battle some invisible force, and he didn't exactly know what to do with it. He opened his mouth to say something, but she beat him too it. But the words coming out of her mouth were ones that brought back the play date from before.mthe one where he and Owlkit were playing and Wingpaw joined them. He had known, subconsciously, that Wingpaw had been trying to flirt with him. He had two sisters near his age, he knew what is was like. But he had just thrown her off. Or so he thought. "Owlkit, I- I really didn't know her until that day when she joined us. I promise. I can't make you believe me, but I will try my hardest. I was joking with you. Playing with you. Being your friend, and I just said that name for fun. That cat you saw me come in with, is really my adopted brother, Barkskip. I can call him over for you if you really need that much persuasion, but-- I want you to believe me. When Wingpaw showed up, I... I was just as shocked as you were. I didn't know what to say, nor could I say much right there in front of her without sounding rude. I felt terrible for you really. Because I know, that we are good friends, and it has to be hard, watching some other she cat swoop in and try to take me like that. I'm sorry if I seemed to like the flirts she was throwing around at me. Okay? I'm sorry." He apologized quickly. Storkpaw wasn't good at this balancing game. The one of feelings. Because right now he had to find the perfect balance of his emotions and hers. If he said too much, she might think that he was making this up, stumbling, trying to find a way out of the mess. If he said to little, then Owlkit might think he was lying, keeping back the truth. And he couldn't handle loosing his best friend.

[Slash-GNR]

Flamespirit sat near a bush in the clearing. Her ginger pelt showing bright in the sunlight. She was grooming herself after her trip into Loner territory. The female had met a new cat, Gizmo, but she decided it wasn't best for her to return. She was a clan cat. She had to act like one, but still... the "wild" called to her. She sighed and shook her head as she looked around the clearing with her hazel orbs. She blinked as she lay down now under the brush.
NightWarrior4Life

[NightWarrior4Life]

Flamespirit sat near a bush in the clearing. Her ginger pelt showing bright in the sunlight. She was grooming herself after her trip into Loner territory. The female had met a new cat, Gizmo, but she decided it wasn't best for her to return. She was a clan cat. She had to act like one, but still... the "wild" called to her. She sighed and shook her head as she looked around the clearing with her hazel orbs. She blinked as she lay down now under the brush.
NightWarrior4Life
"Long day?" A cool voice teased. Then, approaching from under the shade of a tree was ThundraHowl, a stubborn Tom warrior. "Mm..." He grunted as he sniffed Flamespirit. "You smell of twoleg place...and kittypet...or is that loner? Maybe a rogue? Whatever it is, you've been out exploring somewhere you shouldn't have been again." He taunted her "looks like you're in big trouble!" The tabby Tom sneered.

[Slash-GNR]

"Long day?" A cool voice teased. Then, approaching from under the shade of a tree was ThundraHowl, a stubborn Tom warrior. "Mm..." He grunted as he sniffed Flamespirit. "You smell of twoleg place...and kittypet...or is that loner? Maybe a rogue? Whatever it is, you've been out exploring somewhere you shouldn't have been again." He taunted her "looks like you're in big trouble!" The tabby Tom sneered.

"Yeah, it has b....." she trailed off as he sniffed her and commented on her scent. "Yeah, I have, what does it matter to you?" she asked whipping her head around toward him. "I explore enough that no one cares what I do anymore," she mewed. "I wasn't doing anything wrong," she retorted back to the tom.

[NightWarrior4Life]

"Yeah, it has b....." she trailed off as he sniffed her and commented on her scent. "Yeah, I have, what does it matter to you?" she asked whipping her head around toward him. "I explore enough that no one cares what I do anymore," she mewed. "I wasn't doing anything wrong," she retorted back to the tom.
"Oh I don't care...I just want you to know that I follow the warrior code, as should you." He snapped, his silky silver fur bristling,eyes narrowed.

[Slash-GNR]

"Oh I don't care...I just want you to know that I follow the warrior code, as should you." He snapped, his silky silver fur bristling,eyes narrowed.

"Hmm," she sat up now and looked at the tom. He was a bit taller than her, but she didn't care. She leaned in closer to him. "Why, should, I, care?" she asked looking into his eyes daring him to say something back.

[NightWarrior4Life]

"Hmm," she sat up now and looked at the tom. He was a bit taller than her, but she didn't care. She leaned in closer to him. "Why, should, I, care?" she asked looking into his eyes daring him to say something back.
The silver tabby opened his mouth to retort but just snorted instead. "So what're you planning to do with the rest of your day?" He asked a little more calmly, while settling down next to the fiery she-cat.

[Slash-GNR]

The silver tabby opened his mouth to retort but just snorted instead. "So what're you planning to do with the rest of your day?" He asked a little more calmly, while settling down next to the fiery she-cat.

The she-cat smirked as he didn't say anything. "Well," she began backing her head up a little bit. "I don't really know. I may go hunting or patrolling," she mewed toward the tom.

[NightWarrior4Life]

The she-cat smirked as he didn't say anything. "Well," she began backing her head up a little bit. "I don't really know. I may go hunting or patrolling," she mewed toward the tom.
"Good luck with that." Then he rolled on his back, exposing his softer underbelly.

[Slash-GNR]

"Good luck with that." Then he rolled on his back, exposing his softer underbelly.

She chuckled lightly. "Hmm, would you like to join me?" she asked as she poked his belly lightly. "It looks like you could use the excersise," she chuckled looking down at him.

[NightWarrior4Life]

She chuckled lightly. "Hmm, would you like to join me?" she asked as she poked his belly lightly. "It looks like you could use the excersise," she chuckled looking down at him.
"Okay, I will join you, but only because I want to and NOT because you asked me." He added hastily. "And don't wind me up, cause I get aaaangrryyy!" And with that he tossed his head back, not a strand of fur out of place.

[Slash-GNR]

"Okay, I will join you, but only because I want to and NOT because you asked me." He added hastily. "And don't wind me up, cause I get aaaangrryyy!" And with that he tossed his head back, not a strand of fur out of place.

The she-cat shook her head as she gave the tom a playful nudge as she padded out of the clearing.

[NightWarrior4Life]

The she-cat shook her head as she gave the tom a playful nudge as she padded out of the clearing.
(Gonna have to brb in a min)

[Slash-GNR]

(Gonna have to brb in a min)

(ok, that is fine :D)

[lone]

Storkpaw smiled as he heard her sweet voice. It was one of few sounds now that was calming to him. Besides, didn't every cat need something sturdy and loving amidst the crazy life? So as she asked what happened, he replayed the story for her. "Well, I went out in the territory, just for a hunt. I wasn't sure which way to head so I just started walking. I kept walking until I realized where I was. I was at the burial grounds." He said, casting a glance to his friend, making sure she was listening. "So likewise I payed some respects for my adopted father. Just normal stuff that happens at the burial grounds I guess." He gave a shrug and rolled his neck. "So then, as I was doing that, I heard scratching behind me. At this point I was getting freaked out and I turned around. The sight there was terrifying enough. All I could see was a paw sticking through the ground where one of the graves were. I panicked and starting retreating. But then the rest of the body came through the dirt and landed shaking on the ground. She looked up at me and asked what had happened. So I responded 'You died, and now you're back.' She looked shocked, but seemed to be feeling fine. Oh! I forgot to mention. Her fur was disgusting! And it reeked too." He wrinkled his nose, remembering the acrid scent. "It was all matted and covered with dirt, and just plain disgusting. But she introduced herself, Lilacblossom. She said that she died about 24 moons ago. She said that Starclan had sent her back to stop her mate for killing himself. So naturally I helped. It felt weird though, being beside a dead cat. It was creepy." He shudders. "Anyways, that was the time I was part of a prophecy." He joked.



Storkpaws laughter faded quickly though, as he watched her stern expression. It looked like she was about ready to battle some invisible force, and he didn't exactly know what to do with it. He opened his mouth to say something, but she beat him too it. But the words coming out of her mouth were ones that brought back the play date from before.mthe one where he and Owlkit were playing and Wingpaw joined them. He had known, subconsciously, that Wingpaw had been trying to flirt with him. He had two sisters near his age, he knew what is was like. But he had just thrown her off. Or so he thought. "Owlkit, I- I really didn't know her until that day when she joined us. I promise. I can't make you believe me, but I will try my hardest. I was joking with you. Playing with you. Being your friend, and I just said that name for fun. That cat you saw me come in with, is really my adopted brother, Barkskip. I can call him over for you if you really need that much persuasion, but-- I want you to believe me. When Wingpaw showed up, I... I was just as shocked as you were. I didn't know what to say, nor could I say much right there in front of her without sounding rude. I felt terrible for you really. Because I know, that we are good friends, and it has to be hard, watching some other she cat swoop in and try to take me like that. I'm sorry if I seemed to like the flirts she was throwing around at me. Okay? I'm sorry." He apologized quickly. Storkpaw wasn't good at this balancing game. The one of feelings. Because right now he had to find the perfect balance of his emotions and hers. If he said too much, she might think that he was making this up, stumbling, trying to find a way out of the mess. If he said to little, then Owlkit might think he was lying, keeping back the truth. And he couldn't handle loosing his best friend.
Owlkit cocked her head to the side as Storkpaw began his story. There wasn't anything too unusual about that...but there must have been, from the expression on his face when he had told her she wouldn't believe what had happened. She thought for a moment, wondering what could have happened in the burial grounds that could have been so strange. But what he told her next never occurred to the young she cat's mind. "No. Way. Back to life? As in, like, she- she was dead? And she...you're sure of what you saw, cats can...they can come back? Even if they aren't leaders? Wh- what?" Owlkit mewed, her voice becoming high pitched and more kit-like. Normally she hated it when it did this, but right now was the exception. She was amazed by the fact that someone could actually come back. She couldn't understand it. It wasn't that she wasn't intelligent enough to, but just hearing what had happened made her get chills all over. She wondered if any of the cats who had died in the war would come back. Although she knew it was a selfish thought to have, part of her was happy that she hadn't been an apprentice yet when the war had started. She had thought she would like to fight, to help defend her Clan, but now...now she wasn't so sure. Seeing all those cats bleeding and hearing the panicked mews even from the nursery was horrifying, not to mention afterwards when the injured came back to camp to be treated. And the blood, everywhere...Owlkit squeezed her eyes shut, trying to erase the memory from her brain, although she knew she never would be able to. No matter how much she wanted to, a scarring memory like that could never be erased.

Owlkit wondered what would drive a cat with so much hatred that they could take someone else's life. That they could destroy a cat and take away not only their life but their family's mental heath and everything that they had worked for over the moons. A shudder went down the she cat's spine at the thought. She couldn't wrap her mind around it. And she doubted she ever would be able to, it was just...something that she was terrified of now. And she didn't know what to do. I don't want anyone else to get hurt, and especially not Storkpaw, but I can't protect anyone. If they want to go and fight that's their business, not mine. Owlkit thought. She wasn't even sure why she was thinking about this, since the war was over now. All the Clans were freed from their oppressive leaders.

Everything would be alright now. She listened to Storkpaw's words, emotions flickering across her face at an almost impossible speed. Skepticism. Confusion. Acceptance. Worry. And finally, a calm, serene expression spread across the she cat's face. She believed him. There was no way he was making this up. And if he was, she would find out about it...she would. But for now, she would let it go. They would probably never see Wingpaw again, so what was the point of holding on to some stupid grudge, anyway? She had seen too many cats get their lives ripped away from them to hold a grudge against her best friend. Who knew, someone could attack the next day and then they could all be dead. Granted, she and Storkpaw would be in StarClan and she would still be able to be around him, but it wouldn't be the same. Definitely not. "Alright, Storkpaw. You don't have to get your brother, and- and I believe you. It's not your fault Wingpaw was flirting with you- and I guess I don't think you were encouraging her. I...I'm sorry. I got way too caught up in jealousy, it's something I need to...to work on." Owlkit mewed with a distressed expression. She felt bad. She had embarrassed herself, not to mention accusing her friend, but at least she was doing the right thing. I hope so. She thought with an anxious twitch of her tail, looking at Storkpaw with her grey-blue hues wide, hoping for his approval and acceptance once more. She truly was sorry. She didn't like that she had just blindly assigned blame. But maybe, maybe everything was going to be okay, and things would go back to the way they were.

So long as that happened, Owlkit would be just fine.

[Captain]

( open rp )

Autumnleaf padded out of the quiet den, raising her head and looking at the clouds that slowly drifted across the sky above the trees. She gave a low, almost silent exhale of breath, a light cloud of air escaping her parted jaw. The warrior stuck to the edges of the Thunderclan camp, making sure to avoid anyone’s gazes that she seemed to attract. It had felt so long ago since her life had been complete with everyone she could have ever wanted. Her adopted parents, Alderstripe and Violeteye, had since split and Autumnleaf never saw them anymore. Her kits had since grown and moved on with their own lives in the clan, never really coming around to visit her. Even her own mate, Lightningclaw, was not around and out of everyone - she missed him the most. She missed when they’d go for walks and wrestle like kits. The she-cat gave a slight smile when she remembered them laying on their backs in the leaves in Leaf-Fall and just watching the clouds. Everyone, however, had changed in her life and she felt like it was all her own doing. The she-cat gave a brisk final sigh as she sat down in the shade of a nearby tree, drawing her tongue across one of her paws and dragging it over her ears, growing her long golden-brown fur.

[Starfall]

Mossdrop gave a small, calm smile at the apprentice. This cat was hard to persuade, but if he agree'd, hard work would pay off. But, sometimes it was hard to persuade others, even if you were...quite good at it. "It is wise not to trust my words, or what I'm offering you, Jaypaw." Stubborn, and doesn't trust me easily, hmph, good choice, I would think. "Most cats would simply say yes immediately, but you are quite different than the others, good choice to question me, and my offer." The molly told, eyes gleaming, she would only propose this once, and only..once. If he refused, she would not ask him again, ever, unless he comes begging to her. That would possibly happen, but its also impossible to happen. Mossdrop was a wicked cat, a persuader, and all. This wasn't her first or second marigold trip around.



"But, I promise you, these cats will make you the warrior your clan needs, and perhaps, you may become leader, in time." Hmm, this is becoming more interesting than the last time I asked this to another apprentice. "This is not an offer I give lightly, only to those who I see who could be better than their fellow warriors, apprentices. Do you want to be the best, better than your den mates?" Mossdrop spoke, boring right into his eyes. He doesn't know the lies Mapledash has, locked up, but she wouldn't tell, it would make him refuse this offer, she didn't want to ruin his chance. I don't really know the lies well at heart, but I do know that he fled when Ratnight came with Sagewhisker of Windclan, a very big coward. He probably fell in love with that stupid cat as well! Disloyalty like that is a disgrace. She thought, extreme annoyance boiling in her head, she knew Mapledash was a Starclan Supporter, she knew it, she always knew it. It angered her, a lot.

{This is so incredibly late oml I'm trash}
The silver tom narrowed his eyes at the warrior in front of him, she threw a difficult question at him, one that was hard to answer, if he said yes, he would be selfish, power hungry, but if he said no, he would be a push over, un respectful, and he couldn't have either of those. He flicked his tail and turned his attention back to the apprentices den, his blue hues shone with untold emotions as he thought deeply about her question "Well, I would say neither. I would like to be strong, but I would like for all of my clanmates to be just as equally strong, strong enough so that they don't get hurt. And I don't strive for power, I don't mind if I stay a warrior, just as long as I can help my clan." he said, no emotions evident in his voice, he spoke nothing but truth though, nothing he said was said to make her respect him, look up to him, any of that, he didn't care for power or status, he just cared for the lives of his loved ones, and thankfully, remorakit, his sister, was able to help him in this promise he made to himself.

Jaypaw turned his attention back to mossdrop and flicked his tail "Who exactly are these cats? Are they clan cats? If they are and or were, where they loyal, are they loyal? How well do know these cats. Mossdrop I respect you as a clanmate, but im not too sure I respect you as a warrior." He stated simply, nothing warm came from the words he spoke, he was being cornered, he became defensive, he knew something bad was about to happen, he could feel it, and he wasn't ready for it.

[Starfall]

Hawkfeather seemed to have forgotten all about her worries upon entering a conversation: it had been a while. Besides, still being young and not quite understanding all the 'ways of the world' just yet, she cocked her head to the side when the older tom spoke. "Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, I agree, absolutely, right," She mewed quickly, nodding her head. In reality she had no idea what he was talking about. She just liked to pretend she did, it made her feel more in control of the conversation. She glanced at him, to see if he would believe her or if he thought she was a complete lunatic. Probably the second one, with her expertise. She would end up getting pegged as a lunatic and he would walk away, never to be seen again. Either that or she would have made an enemy, which she did not want. Anything was better then an enemy. A friend, a partner, a companion...someone who didn't like her but tolerated her...anything! She glanced almost pleadingly at the tom as though asking him to forgive her for her silly, naïve nature.


The light had returned to her blue hues and she laughed, a light, airy sound that seemed to fit her very well. "Really? What if both my eyes were scratched out and I was stumbling around and couldn't see anything? What if I were the leader? Have you ever met him? Do you know what he looks like?" She asked. Appearances were something that Hawkfeather learned could easily be tweaked. As were first impressions. She wasn't sure what this cat had thought of her when he had first approached, but she was pretty sure what he was thinking now: Oh StarClan, what have I gotten into? It was the same thing that she could tell on every expression, but Bluejay seemed to be more friendly. Like Wrenclaw. He hadn't treated her like she was crazy, or stupid...he had treated her like a friend. Something she was thankful for. She hadn't seen her best friend around in a while, and wondered what had happened to him. Last she had heard he had ran off with some she cat, gotten rejected, come back to his old mate and gotten rejected again. Poor Wrenclaw. And his poor mate- or ex-mate, actually, too! She didn't deserve that. But...he was just confused. He needs help. Hawkfeather thought with a sigh, curling her tail more tightly around herself. "Anyways, it's nice to meet'cha too, Bluejay!" Hawkfeather mewed, her tail twitching back and forth as she gave him a bright, friendly smile.
"Okay, so when I came to the Clan- or was found, more like- my name was Hawke. I was a loner. Had been living on my own, trying to teach myself the ways of the world, so to speak, and to put things simply I wasn't doing too good. I was pretty sickly, and weak... again, wasn't doing too good. So ThunderClan took me in, gave me the name Hawkkit, and from then on I grew up here: Hawkpaw, and finally Hawkfeather. Oh yeah, I don't really know why I ended up being Hawkfeather...thought I'd have a cool name like Hawkcry, or Hawkglide, or Hawkeye...y'know, something real neat, but I ended up with Hawkfeather. Guess it's cause my pelt is super soft, feels really good...here, I'll show you!" Hawkfeather mewed, getting up and brushing against the tom in a friendly manner, a smile still on her maw. Physical contact was no big deal to Hawkfeather. She found it an extra-friendly way of expressing thanks, or greetings, or appreciative gestures. She stepped back, blue hues gleaming as she glanced at Bluejay with an expectant look in her eyes, head cocked sideways.

"So? What do you think?" She asked, a quivering note in her voice as though she were nervous he might be angry with her for making physical contact. She didn't see the big deal, but he might.

{this is late, I'm so sorry, I'm trash.
and it's so incredibly short my brains dead, I'm sorry ;w;}

The silver warrior cocked his head to the side at the other warriors rapid fire of questions, what did she think he was, a starclan warrior, he didn't have all the answers to every single problem in the world, and honestly, he didn't want to. "Well if you we're the leader, I would still treat you the same way, and I kind of saw Gyrestar the day I became a warrior, he seems pretty nice, he's fairly....skinny I would say, looks more like a Windclan warrior. Haha but he has the spirit of a Thunderclan warrior." he laughed, nothing but honor and praise came from the words he spoke about the leader. When she was already upon the next sentence, he realized that they had a lot more in common that what he had originally thought, that made things a little He layed his head on his paws and looked up at Hawkfeather "Really? My stories about the same except my father was from Thunderclan, and my mother was a loner, my loner's name was Jay, my twin sister's was Dove, and my younger sister's was Wing. Mom loved birds, so she named us after them, but...something...awful happned, we were moved here, after me and my sisters became apprentices, Dovecloud ran away to windclan. And now I'm a warrior, and my sister, Wingdrop just became a warrior a few moons back." he stated, then felt the head rise in his cheeks, why in the name of Starclan did he just spill out his guts to someone he just met, he couldn't understand it, and he couldn't explain it either, but he knew he could trust her, he knew that she wouldn't judge, or hurt him, or deceive him, he felt as though he could trust her, he felt that he could actually talk about all of his feelings, his secrets, he wanted to, but he wouldn't, not yet.

[lone]

{this is late, I'm so sorry, I'm trash.

and it's so incredibly short my brains dead, I'm sorry ;w;}


The silver warrior cocked his head to the side at the other warriors rapid fire of questions, what did she think he was, a starclan warrior, he didn't have all the answers to every single problem in the world, and honestly, he didn't want to. "Well if you we're the leader, I would still treat you the same way, and I kind of saw Gyrestar the day I became a warrior, he seems pretty nice, he's fairly....skinny I would say, looks more like a Windclan warrior. Haha but he has the spirit of a Thunderclan warrior." he laughed, nothing but honor and praise came from the words he spoke about the leader. When she was already upon the next sentence, he realized that they had a lot more in common that what he had originally thought, that made things a little He layed his head on his paws and looked up at Hawkfeather "Really? My stories about the same except my father was from Thunderclan, and my mother was a loner, my loner's name was Jay, my twin sister's was Dove, and my younger sister's was Wing. Mom loved birds, so she named us after them, but...something...awful happned, we were moved here, after me and my sisters became apprentices, Dovecloud ran away to windclan. And now I'm a warrior, and my sister, Wingdrop just became a warrior a few moons back." he stated, then felt the head rise in his cheeks, why in the name of Starclan did he just spill out his guts to someone he just met, he couldn't understand it, and he couldn't explain it either, but he knew he could trust her, he knew that she wouldn't judge, or hurt him, or deceive him, he felt as though he could trust her, he felt that he could actually talk about all of his feelings, his secrets, he wanted to, but he wouldn't, not yet.
Hawkfeather smiled at hearing the tom's response to her earlier comment. He seemed nice. At least he wasn't acting as though Gyrestar were a jerk, like some cats chose to do. The tip of her tail twitched as she laughed a little. "Hm. I would hope I would be addressed with more respect...if I were leader. I've seen Gyrestar before, he seems like a nice cat...he'll make a good leader, don't ya think?" She asked with a grin in Bluejay's direction. She was thankful that he seemed to be a pleasant cat. She had met quite a few rude cats in her lifetime, and she was tired of having cats treat her like she was just another life to be thrown away if wartime came again. She was tired of being treated as though she were just another face in the crowd...which might have been part of the reason she went out of her way to say hello to every cat she happened upon. Of course if they were already busy, she didn't...naturally it wasn't right for her to invade upon someone else's conversation. Unless they were being bullied. Or she already knew the cat. Or if they invited her. Hawkfeather lay down, rolling over onto her side in a lazy fashion as she listened to Bluejay's story. How awful! She thought, glancing at him with her hues wide. She hated the thought that someone else might have gone through something like she had. Just because things happened to her didn't necessarily mean that she wanted them to happen to others. She liked Bluejay! And besides that, even if he were a horrible cat, he didn't deserve something like that. It was a horrible thought that a mother would just dump her kits. Although once again, it had happened to her. "Wow. That's terrible, I'm so sorry. So do you ever wish that you were in some other Clan? Or are you proud to be part of ThunderClan? Did you ever wish you were leader?" Hawkfeather asked, finding her questions spilling out faster then she had expected. She felt her pelt heat up with embarrassment as she realized that she was probably being a little too pushy for the tom's liking, and she lowered her head, averting her blue hues from the tom. "Sorry. I like to ask questions when I meet someone new, it helps me get to know them," She mewed with a friendly smile. She wondered if the tom had good friends in ThunderClan. Or any friends, for that matter...not that he was disagreeable, but some very nice cats didn't have friends. She herself had been one of those cats for a while- and yes, she did consider herself to be a nice cat. Nicer then some, She thought with a snort, remembering how some cats tended to just brush her off with an uncaring manner as though she wasn't important at all.
(Oh no, it's fine! Don't worry about it I have days like that all the time, and don't worry about it being late (: )

[217]

Briarbranch stood up aswel and stretched her limbs and emitted a small yawn,which only made her size look even bigger. She shook any loose snow flakes off of her thick tabby fur. She straightened back up and smiled,her tail twitching excitedly,"I wouldn't be surprised if you could by now," she chuckled,"but I'll catch you if you ever fall.Just incase." she mewed sweetly. She was excited to get out of camp,infact it had been awhile since she had tree climbed due to trying ti catch up with her warrior duties and all. So she was eager to get out. She made her way towards the camp exit,turning around to see if Cloudedsky was following.

Cloudedsky's eyes widened a bit as Briarbranch's size seemed to grow a bit with her yawn, and her pelt heated up at the thick-furred tabby's declaration that she'd catch Cloudedsky if she fell still. She smiled shyly, mewing, "Thanks," quietly; she then followed quickly behind the other she-cat, who had started the short journey to the camp's exit. "I'm very excited for this," she mewed as she caught up, "I feel like I really need to relax. All I've been doing recently is getting up, hunting, eating, grooming, sleeping, repeat. Kinda like before the first time you took me tree-climbing."

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Zerosight ceased his sorting, turning to seem as if he was 'looking' at Remorakit. "You'll be made into an apprentice soon, correct?" He phrased it as a question but didn't wait for answer, just hurrying through his speech he had prepared. "As you probably know, I'm getting old. I had completely trained my previous apprentice, Northpath... but as you know..." He trailed off, waited a moment, and then cleared his throat. "Anyways, I need to pass on my knowledge to somebody, and well," He laughed dryly. "You always seem to be helping out around here. And, I feel, if you're going to help so much, that you might as well be my apprentice." The ThunderClan medicine cat paused, his tail tip twitching from side to side.
"R-r-really?!" they exclaimed, tail shooting up in surprise. Looking somewhat like an absurd statue, the small grey cat's olive eyes were round as a million thoughts wizzed through their head. This has to be a joke. Me?! But what about Smallpaw and Leafpaw and Jaypaw and Fennelnose? They blinked at the medicine cat. "But... Why me?"

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf purred. "Yes," she meowed. "They are perfect!" She curled her tail around the kits. Sunfern and Cloudfeather sound nice. Flameleaf thought. but what about Ashkit? Flameleaf paused and thought for a minute. Ashwhisker, that fits! She licked Quietstream's cheek and curled around the kits.
Quietstream purred and sighed. He licked the kits

[Tundra]

Flameleaf couldn't sleep. She raised her head. Flameleaf heard the kits mewing and looked at them. They are so cute! Flameleaf thought. They are probably hungry though.

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf couldn't sleep. She raised her head. Flameleaf heard the kits mewing and looked at them. They are so cute! Flameleaf thought. They are probably hungry though.
Quietstream was at the entrance looking outside. He sighed and yawned

[Zero]

"R-r-really?!" they exclaimed, tail shooting up in surprise. Looking somewhat like an absurd statue, the small grey cat's olive eyes were round as a million thoughts wizzed through their head. This has to be a joke. Me?! But what about Smallpaw and Leafpaw and Jaypaw and Fennelnose? They blinked at the medicine cat. "But... Why me?"

Zerosight nodded curtly, his whole body tense. However, the medicine cat did feel slightly good at the fact that this kitten was so excited to be his apprentice. He blinked at their question, actually startled by it. Remorakit never seemed to be unsure about themself or their opinions, so this was a bit new. "Um..." There was no way that Zerosight was going to say that he actually kind of liked having the kitten around, that would be so absurd. But, he would tell a bit of the truth. "You tell it how it is..." He meowed. "I need that around here." The medicine cat stumbled on his next few words, trying to recover his stoic relationship with them. "B-besides, you learn fast. Which is good because I can't do this on my own anymore."

[whippoorwill]

As Honeykit leaped, Tumblepaw knew she wouldn't make it. He was surprised though when she leaped back up after her fall and touched the moss-ball with the tip of her paws. "Nice jump!" he praised as he quickly batted the returning ball away. As it sailed across the ground, he made a mental note to teach her the hunting crouch.

(sorry for the late reply! >.<)

Honeykit chirped out, "Thanks, Tumblepaw!" giggling and mostly unaware of how awful her hunting crouch actually was. She flopped back down to the ground, white paws hitting the dirt before she waddled to catch the moss-ball. However, instead of letting it sail smoothly to her brother, Honeykit held her paw back with an oblivious grin, before hitting it with as much strength as a kit like her could. She let out a hearty laugh, swishing her tail back and forth, before she realized where exactly the ball was heading. The angle in which she'd swatted it in resulted in the ball heading towards Tumblepaw's face. Her eyes widened. "Tumblepaw, watch out!" Honeykit screeched.

[The Mad Katter]

(sorry for the late reply! >.<)

Honeykit chirped out, "Thanks, Tumblepaw!" giggling and mostly unaware of how awful her hunting crouch actually was. She flopped back down to the ground, white paws hitting the dirt before she waddled to catch the moss-ball. However, instead of letting it sail smoothly to her brother, Honeykit held her paw back with an oblivious grin, before hitting it with as much strength as a kit like her could. She let out a hearty laugh, swishing her tail back and forth, before she realized where exactly the ball was heading. The angle in which she'd swatted it in resulted in the ball heading towards Tumblepaw's face. Her eyes widened. "Tumblepaw, watch out!" Honeykit screeched.
(It's ok!)
Twitching his ears, Tumblepaw purred as he watched Honeykit pad back over to the moss ball, totally unaware of her terrible hunting crouch. He saw through almost lazy eyes Honeykit slamming her paw into the imperfect moss ball with her kit strength, and the ball flying at his face. His eyes widened and he opened his jaws to yowl, mind frozen. Honestly, even though Tumblepaw was now an apprentice, he was totally fine with not being hit in the face with anything, even a soft moss ball. It was a mouse-length away from his face before his mind revved back into action and he made to move out of the way, but it was too late. The ball hit his face with all the force that Honeykit possessed and he flinched back as the moss fell apart onto his nose. Crouching, Tumblepaw blinked rapidly, trying to get the moss out of his eyes. His eyes watered and he twitched his nose, which tickled because of the moss on and probably in it. The tickling sensation increased and Tumblepaw sensed the impending sneeze. Reading his head back, he sneezed loudly. This occurred several times before the fit stopped and he shook his head violently, twitching his nose again to clear the tickling once and for all.

[spade]

Littledragon pushed her way through the entrance, seeing that camp was rather full. She examined the aspects of camp she always did when she came in; the fresh-kill pile was neatly stocked, although one or two more morsals couldn't hurt. She saw some apprentices working on changing the moss in the elders den, and noted to ask if anyone had helped Zerosight clean up as of late. "Wait right here," she said, leading West and South to a spot towards the center of camp. She knew there, they would have the best chance of being seen, which made a smirk appear on her face. "I'll let him know you're here, but don't expect him to come running out," she told him before turning around and padding off, disappearing into a den across the clearing. (I'll just post her real quick popping her head in to let Zero know he has visitors, then leave so he has a logical reason to come out of his den c: )

South blinked, mouth dropping a bit as they entered the ThunderClan camp. All at once, every different scent hit her nose, so much so that it was overwhelming to her. There were more than she anticipated, and as soon as Littledragon left them, all eyes turned towards them. South felt her teeth began to show just a bit, getting fed up rather quick of everyone staring. But she knew better than to lash out; even as stubborn as she was, the fire-cracker personality knew when she was outnumbered. She glanced at West. "You think she's actually gonna do it? Or just leave us here to be killed, like North?" she asked, wincing a bit as she spoke her deceased brother's name. She didn't fully trust Littledragon; something about the warrior seemed too stand-offish for her taste.

[spade]

Zero to Hero

Poking her head in, Littledragon let her eyes adjust before searching out Zerosight. She spotted him with Remorakit and blinked. She didn't want to stay too long and interrupt, but she figured she would at least let him know he had visitors. "Zerosight," she called, waiting for his attention until she continued. "There are some cats here to see you whenever you have a quick second." She hesitated, wondering if she should add in, about Northpath, but then thought better of it. She knew that South and West deserved answers, so instead of elaborating anymore, the ThunderClan warrior withdrew herself from the den.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Stormpaw padded out of the apprentice's den. He had just been taking a small nap after training with his mentor. His stormy coloured fur was ruffled and rather messy, lucky for him, his fur wasn't very long so he would easily be able to neaten it up. Looking around, he searched for someone to talk to. Stormpaw was a friendly cat, but due to his gullible and innocent nature, he didn't have many friends. He made more bullies. Sighing, he looked for the few friends he had. Spotting on, he trotted over to the. "Hey Remora!", Stormpaw said in a cheerful tone, a wide grin on his face. Due to training, he hadn't had much to time to talk with his friends or brother. Berrypaw was normally off doing training practice as well, despite the fact that they were brothers, their mentors didn't them train together. "How're you doing?", he asked them.
(Super sorry about how short it is!)

Ludicrous Lunacy
Tipping their head, Remorakit heard their name being called. "Stormpaw! Hello!" they greeted merrily, tail waving. They felt really strange and happy for no reason, which by their standards was odd, but enjoyable. "Chilly day," observed Remora, flicking their tail-tip.
(Mobile ;; )

[Empress Of Evil]

Tipping their head, Remorakit heard their name being called. "Stormpaw! Hello!" they greeted merrily, tail waving. They felt really strange and happy for no reason, which by their standards was odd, but enjoyable. "Chilly day," observed Remora, flicking their tail-tip.
(Mobile ;; )

Stormpaw snorted quietly as he heard Remora's remark. "Well, considering it's leaf-bare, it's not too much of a surprise. But yes, it is", Stormpaw said, amusement lighting up his eyes. "So what have you been doing these past few days?", the young apprentice asked them curiously. Stormpaw was normally more interested in knowing what other's did and talking to them about it, rather then telling what he himself had done. The storm coloured tom always found that it wasn't really interesting for him to talk to someone about something he had done since he'd already experienced it. But maybe others felt the same.
(Sorry it's short x.x)

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Stormpaw snorted quietly as he heard Remora's remark. "Well, considering it's leaf-bare, it's not too much of a surprise. But yes, it is", Stormpaw said, amusement lighting up his eyes. "So what have you been doing these past few days?", the young apprentice asked them curiously. Stormpaw was normally more interested in knowing what other's did and talking to them about it, rather then telling what he himself had done. The storm coloured tom always found that it wasn't really interesting for him to talk to someone about something he had done since he'd already experienced it. But maybe others felt the same.
(Sorry it's short x.x)
The remora-colored cat shrugged. "True. Well, I've been helping out Zerosight," they meowed. Glancing about warily, they meowed, "One moment," and padded lightly to a place where bracken and twigs were sloppily stacked, presumably as Den material, and they checked under it for something with their paws and, after little time, rolling a round pebble towards themself. Picking it up in their jaws they hurried back and dropped the pebble, rolling it under their paw. "Sorry 'bout that!"

[Empress Of Evil]

The remora-colored cat shrugged. "True. Well, I've been helping out Zerosight," they meowed. Glancing about warily, they meowed, "One moment," and padded lightly to a place where bracken and twigs were sloppily stacked, presumably as Den material, and they checked under it for something with their paws and, after little time, rolling a round pebble towards themself. Picking it up in their jaws they hurried back and dropped the pebble, rolling it under their paw. "Sorry 'bout that!"

Stormpaw watched Remora curiously as he padded off and returned with a pebble. "It's fine!", Stormpaw said, sounding really cheerful. The apprentice was normally a happy cat, but for some reason, he just seemed happier than usual. He really didn't know why though. He suddenly remembered what Remora had said earlier. "What were you doing helping Zerosight", Stormpaw asked curiously. Kits didn't normally go helping the medicine cat. Was Remora interested in becoming a medicine cat apprentice? The thought made Stormpaw quite happy. It would be nice if Remora became ThunderClan's next medicine cat, but it was also quite saddening as it meant if that did happen he wouldn't be able to train with his friend.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Zerosight nodded curtly, his whole body tense. However, the medicine cat did feel slightly good at the fact that this kitten was so excited to be his apprentice. He blinked at their question, actually startled by it. Remorakit never seemed to be unsure about themself or their opinions, so this was a bit new. "Um..." There was no way that Zerosight was going to say that he actually kind of liked having the kitten around, that would be so absurd. But, he would tell a bit of the truth. "You tell it how it is..." He meowed. "I need that around here." The medicine cat stumbled on his next few words, trying to recover his stoic relationship with them. "B-besides, you learn fast. Which is good because I can't do this on my own anymore."
Remorakit nodded slowly, smiling a bit, not so much from pride but smug understanding. You're just finally admitting you need help, thought Remora, glad for the first time Zerosight couldn't see their expression of faint triumph. Remorakit, you'll be the next medicine cat! Seriously, you're trying to decode a cat's thoughts over that? Their tail twitched. "Well, thanks," they finally replied, grinning. Suddenly they started as a warrior poking their head in. West and South? Turning their head, they looked inquiringly at Zerosight. "Should I go..?"

[Humbloom]

Vixenpaw was still asleep,She had been hunting a lot yesterday.As she opened one eye, The other flew open.She got up and shook herself awake.She walked over the others then out the den,Smelling the fresh air she breathed everyday.

[Slash-GNR]

Willowstorm

Emberpaw rolled over in her nest as she opened her eyes just a bit. She yawned as she pawed at her fluffy belly. She was a different cat. She was a persian, and she had not seen any other kind of her breed around in the clan, which made her happy and a bit unhappy. The she-cat closed her eyes again to shake the thought. She had a new mentor. She forgot his name, but she would treat him with respect... if he deserved it. She smirked and chuckled at the thought. Emberpaw opened her eyes again as she struggled to her feet. The she-cat was built short and stocky, so she had some difficulties with her legs sometimes. She shook herself as she padded outside into the clearing. She sat down looking for her mentor.

[The Skeleton Prince]

Willowstorm

Emberpaw rolled over in her nest as she opened her eyes just a bit. She yawned as she pawed at her fluffy belly. She was a different cat. She was a persian, and she had not seen any other kind of her breed around in the clan, which made her happy and a bit unhappy. The she-cat closed her eyes again to shake the thought. She had a new mentor. She forgot his name, but she would treat him with respect... if he deserved it. She smirked and chuckled at the thought. Emberpaw opened her eyes again as she struggled to her feet. The she-cat was built short and stocky, so she had some difficulties with her legs sometimes. She shook herself as she padded outside into the clearing. She sat down looking for her mentor.
Deceptionfeather pads out of the warriors den and spots his apprentice. He bounds over "Uh h..hey Embelpaw- Emberpaw!" he meows nervously. Mousebrain. he mutters to himself

[Slash-GNR]

Deceptionfeather pads out of the warriors den and spots his apprentice. He bounds over "Uh h..hey Embelpaw- Emberpaw!" he meows nervously. Mousebrown. he mutters to himself

(Embelpaw xD Mousebrown hahaha sry xD)

The she-cat looked over at the bounding tom. She tilted her head and leaned back on her hind legs thinking he was going to run into her. She then leaned back after her stopped. She chuckled at his mistake. "Hello, you must be... errr, sorry, I forgot your name," she mewed looking up at him. She licked her lips as she waited for his name.

[graves]

Cloudedsky's eyes widened a bit as Briarbranch's size seemed to grow a bit with her yawn, and her pelt heated up at the thick-furred tabby's declaration that she'd catch Cloudedsky if she fell still. She smiled shyly, mewing, "Thanks," quietly; she then followed quickly behind the other she-cat, who had started the short journey to the camp's exit. "I'm very excited for this," she mewed as she caught up, "I feel like I really need to relax. All I've been doing recently is getting up, hunting, eating, grooming, sleeping, repeat. Kinda like before the first time you took me tree-climbing."
Briarbranch smiled when she said thank you,mumbling a "your welcome" under her breath. Her tail twitched at her friends words,"Really? i don't know what I'd do if I were cooped up doing nothing all day," the warrior mewed. She felt warmed that she was able to take the other out for fun to do something for once,"I'm glad I get to take you out then." she smiled,"Let head on out then."
{{Go ahead and post in the territory!}}

[Ghostly Cristalline]

"Wow, but they look so similar!" He whispered in Hopekit's ear.

"Yeah they do, but Gazeshadow here is a sweet cuddly mouse. He can be a bit grumpy at times." Hopekit meowed. Gazeshadow looked down at his niece. "Yeah and you can have a loud mouth sometimes." laughed Gazeshadow.

[seasalt]

{This is so incredibly late oml I'm trash}
The silver tom narrowed his eyes at the warrior in front of him, she threw a difficult question at him, one that was hard to answer, if he said yes, he would be selfish, power hungry, but if he said no, he would be a push over, disrespectful, and he couldn't have either of those. He flicked his tail and turned his attention back to the apprentices den, his blue hues shone with untold emotions as he thought deeply about her question "Well, I would say neither. I would like to be strong, but I would like for all of my clanmates to be just as equally strong, strong enough so that they don't get hurt. And I don't strive for power, I don't mind if I stay a warrior, just as long as I can help my clan." he said, no emotions evident in his voice, he spoke nothing but truth though, nothing he said was said to make her respect him, look up to him, any of that, he didn't care for power or status, he just cared for the lives of his loved ones, and thankfully, remorakit, his sister, was able to help him in this promise he made to himself.

Jaypaw turned his attention back to mossdrop and flicked his tail "Who exactly are these cats? Are they clan cats? If they are and or were, where they loyal, are they loyal? How well do know these cats. Mossdrop I respect you as a clanmate, but im not too sure I respect you as a warrior." He stated simply, nothing warm came from the words he spoke, he was being cornered, he became defensive, he knew something bad was about to happen, he could feel it, and he wasn't ready for it.

This apprentice was getting too smart for his own good. Too smart. Her eyes narrowed with annoyance, but her eyes gleamed with purpose, and some agitation, but it wasn't very clear, if at all, as she circled around Jaypaw, her claws scraping at the ground, digging into the ground as she circled around him. This apprentice was quite loyal, and even the slightest thing could make him doubt everything you said. Mossdrop had observed this, quite clearly for the past few minutes she had spoken to this apprentice. "If I were you..I'd watch your tonque." They better listen to my warning, for a price they may pay. The dark brown tabby she cat spoke eerily calm, optics swirling with no emotion, and no emotion came from out of her voice, just cold, and emotionless spite. She was not playing around now. And she wouldn't from here on out, this apprentice would learn to watch what they would say now, for sure.
"You have made a wise and honest decision." She spoke coolly, agitation prickling at her pelt as she replied to his answer, tail flicking as she stared right into his eyes, almost his soul, if one would think. Respect? Respect was something Mossdrop was not exactly think or say about an apprentice, even if she gives them an opportunity. A cat who was an emotionless monster would never respect cats who aren't like them, not at all. That was what Mossdrop was, an emotionless physcopath who knew how to persuade pathetic apprentices for her own will. She stopped circling, standing towards Jaypaw, a flick of her tail announcing her reply.
He thinks he's free to say whatever he wants to any cat, even elders. That is not the case, and may cost him reputation, and earn him sticking mouse bile on old elders ticks, and cleaning out moss. I could make him do that, but what is the reason? He's too blunt, I must say.. "These cats are legends, Jaypaw, cats who have been leaders, deputies even, and some are still warriors today. Think of Ashstar, or cats before us who have done great things for our clan. Those are the cats of who I am talking about. And, of course, Loyalty is a greatest key to being a great warrior, so, it is not wise to question their loyalty to their clan." She answered, a gleaming intention swirling in her mind. "I know these cats, because they have trained me as well, when I was an apprentice."
Mossdrop gave a nod, a little anger boiling in her fur. No respect for a warrior hmmm? That is a dangerous thing to say, and may cost him his very life... "Not respecting a cat who has been through many things is not the wisest thing to say, or do. I would watch what you say, if you want to earn respect to those higher than you.." Mossdrop warned, her eyes showing nothing but warmth, and some cold ice beneath. Her anger and agitation grew immensely, but her patience remained plastered on her face, as she watched the apprentice. He thinks something bad is going to happen, and that may be the case if he says the wrong thing. Amusement shown on her face for a moment, but went away so fast, no cat could see if it happened or not. Mossdrop faked emotions, quite often, and it worked rather well. Very well, and she was honestly glad for that.

[meraki]

Lonestar23
Odd was the only way to describe this leaf-bare. While most of her past winters had been nothing but bitter cold, it was rather sunny at the moment. It wasn't green leaf warm, but it was warm for a winter nonetheless.
There were perks to this quirky weather, such as prey staying out longer and the lesser amount of whitecough and greencough cases. But something about the weather confused Lightningpaw- it wasn't normal. And change was not something the black she-cat was fond of. In fact, she quite hated any sort of change, even moving from the nursery to the apprentice's den gave her anxiety. But it turned out well for her because she decided that she liked the apprentices' den far more than the nursery.
But other things weren't as great. She didn't like it when her father left the clan to be a kittypet. That was not a very good change and it made others look down upon her, as if cowardice were genetic. It hasn't helped that her mother was a loner and that she'd really never met her mum; her father became mates with a she-cat that wasn't able to have kits of her own, and the two raised had raised Lightningpaw together.
But then her father left, and she was stuck with her foster mother. This wouldn't have been bad if her foster mother was kind and motherly, but this was not the case. Her foster mother was rude and wanted nothing to do with poor Lightningpaw, as she believed that her foster daughter was the reason for her mate's leaving.
So Lightningpaw was mostly on her own, aside from the few friends she had, she didn't have many cats to talk too. Her past and anxiety grew worse until she became depressed and rather antisocial, which did not help with her issue of not having many friends. In fact, she began to loose the few friends she did have because of her bitter attitude.
But it wasn't all her fault, and you couldn't blame her for her past. But her harsh personality made it difficult for her to get along with others. It drive most of her friends away. But not all. Cariboupaw stayed with her, he didn't abandon her like the rest of her friends had. He was always with her and she was more thankful that she had him than he would ever know.
Lightningpaw enjoyed thinking about how amazing Cariboupaw was to her, in fact, it was the only non-depressing thing she could think of unless something exciting was to happen. He was the one thing that made her realize that there was good in this world. This went through her mind as she sat in the sunlight, eating a small mouse that had been in the fresh kill pile only moments before she scooped it up in her jaws and layed down in the sun.

[seasalt]

Liquoris

Becoming an apprentice. Something, that of sorts, was a special day, and every kit was always excited, nervous, or something of the sorts. For Leafpaw, this was also, something quite exciting. An accomplishment, if you could call it that. It was merely a step to getting up to being warrior, but its still an accomplishment, nonetheless. Gyrewind had recently, exactly four hours ago, announced him becoming an apprentice. This had made Leafpaw want to bounce all over the place in excitement, but, he knew that he had to act maturely for this. And he did, which, was something that was quite rare for a kit. But, Leafpaw was a very special case, or in this case, a very special kit. In a sitting position, Leafpaw observed the camp calmly, tail thrashing as he licked at his fur, lightly grooming as he eyed the cats bustling in the clearing, going on with their duties.
It was still morning, and Leafpaw had gotten up early, and see if his mentor was going to show him the territory, or...something. Maybe hunting, or battle training. He wasn't exactly fond of blood, or fighting, but it was something they needed to do, just to survive. It was absolutely necessary. The brown tabby bengal straightened up right a little bit, trying to see better, and be able to look for his mentor, Sunstrike. His vision sometimes wasn't all that great, when sitting down, so he had to sit straighter to see a lot better than when slumping down. It was a flaw that he didn't really enjoy to have, but he had learned to live with it during his kithood, so it wasn't much of an issue now as back then.
Ears flicking, Leafpaw turned his head to look toward the nursery. I wonder when Remorakit will become an apprentice... Leafpaw thought, leaf green optics glistening with curiosity. Its probably not gonna be for a while, I bet.. He decided instantly, curling his tail around himself, a pang of sadness going through him. They wouldn't be able to train together, or anything yet. Its because I'm older, that's why... Leafpaw lowered his head to look at his pebble, it was something that he can't have anymore. He was an apprentice, not a kit anymore. Ashstream gave it to me, before she died... With a small sigh, the tabby stood, staring right at the small little thing. He would have to throw it in the river later, but right now he would have to wait for his mentor, and then he could start training, or tour the territory.

[graves]

@Lonestar23

The warrior was yippy and excited to visit the nursery. While he wasn't a father,and didn't plan to be he still liked to visit the nursery pretty often. Especially when he was going to be getting an apprentice,he wanted to explore the nursery so he had a hint of what he was expecting. The leaf-bare breeze chilled his thick tabby fur slightly,it ruffling a bit as he made his way towards the nursery,a crunching sound heard from the snow beneath his paws. He sat in front of the nursery entrance, watching from aside whatever kits were playing outside. he made a silent promise to train his apprentice well,he was going to make them the best warrior they could ever be.

[lone]

@Lonestar23



The warrior was yippy and excited to visit the nursery. While he wasn't a father,and didn't plan to be he still liked to visit the nursery pretty often. Especially when he was going to be getting an apprentice,he wanted to explore the nursery so he had a hint of what he was expecting. The leaf-bare breeze chilled his thick tabby fur slightly,it ruffling a bit as he made his way towards the nursery,a crunching sound heard from the snow beneath his paws. He sat in front of the nursery entrance, watching from aside whatever kits were playing outside. he made a silent promise to train his apprentice well,he was going to make them the best warrior they could ever be.

A much less cheerful cat was sitting outside the nursery as well, although her appearance was nowhere near as cheerful as the tom's. Her hues were serious, and calm, almost...wiser beyond her moons. And Kestrelkit might fit that description perfectly. She certainly was an intelligent she cat, smarter then she appeared, although calm might not have been the best word to describe her. She glanced around at the other kits playing and sighed. Sometimes the playful nature of kits embarassed her...it was as though they didn't have the ability to sit still. Which, in turn, made her feel angry that cats at her young age were looked down upon because of that. Didn't any of them care what other cats thought of them? Well, as careless as those kits seemed, Kestrelkit was determined to make a good apprentice. She was going to listen to her mentor- however much she hated being under someone else's control- and she was going to be sweet and kind, the kind of cat that everyone would like. Who am I kidding? I'm not sweet, and I'm not...uhh...what you would call kind, exactly, but...I'm a good cat! She thought defensively, her tail bristling as she glanced over at the warrior sitting outside the nursery. Was he a father? Perhaps a visiting relative? Kestrelkit didn't recognize the warrior, and she felt as though she would have had she seen him before. Maybe she hadn't. Curiosity getting the better of her, Kestrelkit approached the strange cat, although her fur began to bristle with caution as she did so. She didn't want to get in trouble. "Are you a father?" She asked, her voice not exactly polite although it was as close to it as Kestrelkit dared go. Her hues were neither judgemental nor worried, just... curious. Like a normal kit's. But her voice was calm, and in a way that she would speak to an equal, not a cat who was both stronger and larger then her and could easily kill her did he wish to do so. But perhaps it was his friendly appearance, or the knowledge that if he were to attempt such a feat she would instantly be defended, that allowed her to speak with such ease.

[Reverie]

Okay, maybe being a Warrior was't so easy. Tunnelvision sifted through the grass, unaware of anything.
His maw was set, his blue eyes narrow, and he wasn't.. Well, no, he was listening to the cats around him.
He chewed at his lip instinctively.
(OPEN)

[graves]

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A much less cheerful cat was sitting outside the nursery as well, although her appearance was nowhere near as cheerful as the tom's. Her hues were serious, and calm, almost...wiser beyond her moons. And Kestrelkit might fit that description perfectly. She certainly was an intelligent she cat, smarter then she appeared, although calm might not have been the best word to describe her. She glanced around at the other kits playing and sighed. Sometimes the playful nature of kits embarassed her...it was as though they didn't have the ability to sit still. Which, in turn, made her feel angry that cats at her young age were looked down upon because of that. Didn't any of them care what other cats thought of them? Well, as careless as those kits seemed, Kestrelkit was determined to make a good apprentice. She was going to listen to her mentor- however much she hated being under someone else's control- and she was going to be sweet and kind, the kind of cat that everyone would like. Who am I kidding? I'm not sweet, and I'm not...uhh...what you would call kind, exactly, but...I'm a good cat! She thought defensively, her tail bristling as she glanced over at the warrior sitting outside the nursery. Was he a father? Perhaps a visiting relative? Kestrelkit didn't recognize the warrior, and she felt as though she would have had she seen him before. Maybe she hadn't. Curiosity getting the better of her, Kestrelkit approached the strange cat, although her fur began to bristle with caution as she did so. She didn't want to get in trouble. "Are you a father?" She asked, her voice not exactly polite although it was as close to it as Kestrelkit dared go. Her hues were neither judgemental nor worried, just... curious. Like a normal kit's. But her voice was calm, and in a way that she would speak to an equal, not a cat who was both stronger and larger then her and could easily kill her did he wish to do so. But perhaps it was his friendly appearance, or the knowledge that if he were to attempt such a feat she would instantly be defended, that allowed her to speak with such ease. [/CENTER]
He loved kits yet he wouldn't have any of his own at the moment. He felt he wouldn't be a good father,a good parent which is what made having an apprentice much more thrilling. He had only had one apprentice before,and they had not ending well. During the Era they had passed away defending Thunderclan,and in which Aime stood with pride that his apprentice had done such a thing,regretful that he couldn't do more,but knew if the apprentice risked their life for their clan then he had taught well. he was surprised to see a kit approach him,as usually it was vise versa or kits would approach him and immediately want to pounce on his over fluffed tail. His green eyes focused on the shecat, shaking his head,"No,I'm not. I'm getting an apprentice soon,so I thought I would sit outside the nursery to see what Thunderclans future is." the tom mewed,though his tone did not change at all-not changing just because this was a kit he was talking to. he found it rather annoying hearing mothers baby their kits,he understood it perfectly well, but in his opion they deserved more respect and knowledge then that. "Are you excited to become an apprentice soon?"

[Teza]

Liquoris

Becoming an apprentice. Something, that of sorts, was a special day, and every kit was always excited, nervous, or something of the sorts. For Leafpaw, this was also, something quite exciting. An accomplishment, if you could call it that. It was merely a step to getting up to being warrior, but its still an accomplishment, nonetheless. Gyrewind had recently, exactly four hours ago, announced him becoming an apprentice. This had made Leafpaw want to bounce all over the place in excitement, but, he knew that he had to act maturely for this. And he did, which, was something that was quite rare for a kit. But, Leafpaw was a very special case, or in this case, a very special kit. In a sitting position, Leafpaw observed the camp calmly, tail thrashing as he licked at his fur, lightly grooming as he eyed the cats bustling in the clearing, going on with their duties.
It was still morning, and Leafpaw had gotten up early, and see if his mentor was going to show him the territory, or...something. Maybe hunting, or battle training. He wasn't exactly fond of blood, or fighting, but it was something they needed to do, just to survive. It was absolutely necessary. The brown tabby bengal straightened up right a little bit, trying to see better, and be able to look for his mentor, Sunstrike. His vision sometimes wasn't all that great, when sitting down, so he had to sit straighter to see a lot better than when slumping down. It was a flaw that he didn't really enjoy to have, but he had learned to live with it during his kithood, so it wasn't much of an issue now as back then.
Ears flicking, Leafpaw turned his head to look toward the nursery. I wonder when Remorakit will become an apprentice... Leafpaw thought, leaf green optics glistening with curiosity. Its probably not gonna be for a while, I bet.. He decided instantly, curling his tail around himself, a pang of sadness going through him. They wouldn't be able to train together, or anything yet. Its because I'm older, that's why... Leafpaw lowered his head to look at his pebble, it was something that he can't have anymore. He was an apprentice, not a kit anymore. Ashstream gave it to me, before she died... With a small sigh, the tabby stood, staring right at the small little thing. He would have to throw it in the river later, but right now he would have to wait for his mentor, and then he could start training, or tour the territory.

Sunstrike padded up to her new apprentice, wondering what exactly she was going to do with him. She had only just become a warrior a moon before, were they really that short on warriors? Maybe she would be good for him. Maybe he would be good for her. For one of the few times in her life, the orange-and-white she-cat was extremely nervous. What would she say? What would they do? Maybe she could take him on a tour of the territory? She knew it like the back of her paws by now. Right? Of course, that was what her mentor did right off the bat, so why couldn't she try that? As she approached Leafpaw, she started thinking about what she'd say to him. Would she try to establish a relationship first? Should she get straight to the point? What's the point in that? Making him hate her on the first day? The she-cat shook her head as she practically stood over the young tom. "Hey, Leafpaw, you want to go exploring?" she asked a little too enthusiastically. He wasn't a kit anymore after all.

[lone]

He loved kits yet he wouldn't have any of his own at the moment. He felt he wouldn't be a good father,a good parent which is what made having an apprentice much more thrilling. He had only had one apprentice before,and they had not ending well. During the Era they had passed away defending Thunderclan,and in which Aime stood with pride that his apprentice had done such a thing,regretful that he couldn't do more,but knew if the apprentice risked their life for their clan then he had taught well. he was surprised to see a kit approach him,as usually it was vise versa or kits would approach him and immediately want to pounce on his over fluffed tail. His green eyes focused on the shecat, shaking his head,"No,I'm not. I'm getting an apprentice soon,so I thought I would sit outside the nursery to see what Thunderclans future is." the tom mewed,though his tone did not change at all-not changing just because this was a kit he was talking to. he found it rather annoying hearing mothers baby their kits,he understood it perfectly well, but in his opion they deserved more respect and knowledge then that. "Are you excited to become an apprentice soon?"
Kestrelkit looked doubtful when he mentioned not having any kits, but her expression changed slowly as he continued. "Mm. So, what do you think of ThunderClan's future? Worried that the future of all of us lies on kits like me?" She asked, her hues gleaming as she glanced around at the kits playing. Laughing, running around...some of them whining to their Mothers, some of them just sitting around like herself. To her, the fact that kits were the future of ThunderClan- of all the Clans- was a terrifying thought. Though they would grow up in good time, for now they were inexperienced and young. If something were to happen, and only kits were left, they wouldn't know how to do anything. Kestrelkit was unsure that they would even be able to survive a day on their own. She had been a bit surprised at the tom's tone, surprised that he had been speaking to her as an equal as well. "Well, I wouldn't say excited, exactly. I'm looking fowards to it with pleasure, yes, but I'm not running around screaming about it pretending I'm a warrior already. I may never become a warrior. I may never become an apprentice. No one sees the future." Kestrelkit mewed, the tip of her tail twitching as she spoke. Those were words that most kits wouldn't even think of speaking. Then again, she wasn't exactly every kit...she didn't play like every kit and she wasn't exactly the most outgoing as most kits were. "What about you? Are you excited to have an apprentice soon?" She asked, her voice partly teasing due to his question from earlier, but still having that note of calmness in it.

[whippoorwill]

(It's ok!)
Twitching his ears, Tumblepaw purred as he watched Honeykit pad back over to the moss ball, totally unaware of her terrible hunting crouch. He saw through almost lazy eyes Honeykit slamming her paw into the imperfect moss ball with her kit strength, and the ball flying at his face. His eyes widened and he opened his jaws to yowl, mind frozen. Honestly, even though Tumblepaw was now an apprentice, he was totally fine with not being hit in the face with anything, even a soft moss ball. It was a mouse-length away from his face before his mind revved back into action and he made to move out of the way, but it was too late. The ball hit his face with all the force that Honeykit possessed and he flinched back as the moss fell apart onto his nose. Crouching, Tumblepaw blinked rapidly, trying to get the moss out of his eyes. His eyes watered and he twitched his nose, which tickled because of the moss on and probably in it. The tickling sensation increased and Tumblepaw sensed the impending sneeze. Reading his head back, he sneezed loudly. This occurred several times before the fit stopped and he shook his head violently, twitching his nose again to clear the tickling once and for all.

Honeykit's muzzle curled back in horror, paws frozen to the ground, as the moss ball flew through the air. Maybe his apprentice training would save him? Maybe he'd gotten better at agility and he would be able to dodge it? Alas, her questions received a disappointing 'no'. Tumblepaw had tried, but it still ended up slamming into his face mercilessly, the moss ball literally falling apart. She gasped, then giggled slightly. Not out of malice, but rather out of surprise - how a hit from someone as small as herself could cause it to just break was almost hilarious to her.

This feeling dispersed as Tumblepaw sneezed, causing the kit to wince and then waddle towards her brother with a worried frown.
"Tumblepaw, are you ok?!" She shouted, shuffling her paws uncomfortably, having a rare moment of introspection and wondering if she'd gone too far. Honeykit shifted around on the spot as his sneezing fit came to a stop, deciding to keep a respectable distance away as he seemed to check for any stray moss near his nose. Once he finished, Honeykit cautiously padded up to Tumblepaw and lifted a paw, trying to rub away stray tufts offending moss on his face. "Um, sorry about that. It was a really good hit though, wasn't it? Hah..."

[Nettleclaw]

Silvercloud had a wide grin spread across her face as she got closer and closer to Echospeck. Like Echospeck, Silvercloud found the tom great company. She was often searching for the tom to go do something with him. Without realising it though, in the process she had been spending less and less time with her best friend. It was like Nettleclaw had slipped her mind and become replaced with Echospeck. Blades of grass were flattened with each pawstep she took. Finally as she reached him, she said her own greeting. "Goodmorning!", she said cheerfully, happy to have the tom in her prescence. Silvercloud settled herself down next to the tom, laying down beside him.

Memories rushed through her head. Good memories. Most of them about great times spent with Echospeck. Like the tim they were hunting. Silvercloud chased a rabbit out of the bushes and was about to catch it when she tripped over a root. Echospeck had appeared out of nowhere and killed the rabbit for her. That hunting trip just made her day. "How are you?", the she-cat asked, eager to know.

Silvercloud seemed to take no notice of Nettleclaw, not at all knowing he was watching them from the Apprentice's Den. Although someone else took notice of him. Briarwish.

"I'm alright." Echospeck mewed modestly. "I caught a few rabbits last night, it was pretty exhausting." He turns his head away ever so slightly, looking to the ground. This is kind of sudden, but, will you come with me tonight? He's takes a breath, revising and readying himself to ask Silvercloud for real, when suddenly he looked over to her foot and instead asked, "Speaking of rabbits, how's your foot doing? That was quite a trip." It happened a whe ago, and in total this is his third time asking. He bites his tongue, another missed opportunity to ask her out.

Nettleclaw peeks his head out a little more, now just enough to see with one eye. Seeing them lounging together, it saddened him, but also bolstered his determination. He waves his tail in anticipation, as he can only barely make out what they are saying through the Clan's usual bustle. So focused in fact he didn't notice Briarwish at all.

[graves]

Kestrelkit looked doubtful when he mentioned not having any kits, but her expression changed slowly as he continued. "Mm. So, what do you think of ThunderClan's future? Worried that the future of all of us lies on kits like me?" She asked, her hues gleaming as she glanced around at the kits playing. Laughing, running around...some of them whining to their Mothers, some of them just sitting around like herself. To her, the fact that kits were the future of ThunderClan- of all the Clans- was a terrifying thought. Though they would grow up in good time, for now they were inexperienced and young. If something were to happen, and only kits were left, they wouldn't know how to do anything. Kestrelkit was unsure that they would even be able to survive a day on their own. She had been a bit surprised at the tom's tone, surprised that he had been speaking to her as an equal as well. "Well, I wouldn't say excited, exactly. I'm looking fowards to it with pleasure, yes, but I'm not running around screaming about it pretending I'm a warrior already. I may never become a warrior. I may never become an apprentice. No one sees the future." Kestrelkit mewed, the tip of her tail twitching as she spoke. Those were words that most kits wouldn't even think of speaking. Then again, she wasn't exactly every kit...she didn't play like every kit and she wasn't exactly the most outgoing as most kits were. "What about you? Are you excited to have an apprentice soon?" She asked, her voice partly teasing due to his question from earlier, but still having that note of calmness in it.
"I'm not worried," he mewed. After the "Evil Era" had sweeped across the clans. He himself had always stayed positive,positive for rebuild and repairing for not just his own clan but for all the clans. During the time it seemed every cat would fight with anything that moved or took a breath infront of them. It felt nice to have kits that weren't exposed to that time,a fresh set of eyes for Thunderclan,"Thunderclan is rebuilding,it feels nice to have something fresh come into the clans lives after such a tragedy." he mewed. He didn't know what stories queens were telling in the nursery,he didn't know if this kit knew the pained things the clans had to go through to get here to this point in time. "I'm excited to have an apprentice,somecat to lighten my spirits." he smiled. Like anycat,he did have his negative moments. Though they were rare of him,he still had those thoughts at times and maybe having his mind focused on training and working on warrior duties would be the best for him. "I plan to make them one of the best warriors Thunderclan has seen."

[The Mad Katter]

Honeykit's muzzle curled back in horror, paws frozen to the ground, as the moss ball flew through the air. Maybe his apprentice training would save him? Maybe he'd gotten better at agility and he would be able to dodge it? Alas, her questions received a disappointing 'no'. Tumblepaw had tried, but it still ended up slamming into his face mercilessly, the moss ball literally falling apart. She gasped, then giggled slightly. Not out of malice, but rather out of surprise - how a hit from someone as small as herself could cause it to just break was almost hilarious to her.

This feeling dispersed as Tumblepaw sneezed, causing the kit to wince and then waddle towards her brother with a worried frown.
"Tumblepaw, are you ok?!" She shouted, shuffling her paws uncomfortably, having a rare moment of introspection and wondering if she'd gone too far. Honeykit shifted around on the spot as his sneezing fit came to a stop, deciding to keep a respectable distance away as he seemed to check for any stray moss near his nose. Once he finished, Honeykit cautiously padded up to Tumblepaw and lifted a paw, trying to rub away stray tufts offending moss on his face. "Um, sorry about that. It was a really good hit though, wasn't it? Hah..."
Tumblepaw crouched, extremely still, as he watched Honeykit through narrowed eyes. As she rubbed his nose, he twitched it under her paw and smiled widely. He reared up on his hind legs and roared loudly. "You hit the badger! I'm going to eat you!" Tumblepaw went back down on all fours and clacked his jaws, then leaned in close to Honeykit. "You better run, little kit," he growled playfully, his yellow eyes shining.

[lone]

@Lonestar23 (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=42)
Odd was the only way to describe this leaf-bare. While most of her past winters had been nothing but bitter cold, it was rather sunny at the moment. It wasn't green leaf warm, but it was warm for a winter nonetheless.
There were perks to this quirky weather, such as prey staying out longer and the lesser amount of whitecough and greencough cases. But something about the weather confused Lightningpaw- it wasn't normal. And change was not something the black she-cat was fond of. In fact, she quite hated any sort of change, even moving from the nursery to the apprentice's den gave her anxiety. But it turned out well for her because she decided that she liked the apprentices' den far more than the nursery.
But other things weren't as great. She didn't like it when her father left the clan to be a kittypet. That was not a very good change and it made others look down upon her, as if cowardice were genetic. It hasn't helped that her mother was a loner and that she'd really never met her mum; her father became mates with a she-cat that wasn't able to have kits of her own, and the two raised had raised Lightningpaw together.
But then her father left, and she was stuck with her foster mother. This wouldn't have been bad if her foster mother was kind and motherly, but this was not the case. Her foster mother was rude and wanted nothing to do with poor Lightningpaw, as she believed that her foster daughter was the reason for her mate's leaving.
So Lightningpaw was mostly on her own, aside from the few friends she had, she didn't have many cats to talk too. Her past and anxiety grew worse until she became depressed and rather antisocial, which did not help with her issue of not having many friends. In fact, she began to loose the few friends she did have because of her bitter attitude.
But it wasn't all her fault, and you couldn't blame her for her past. But her harsh personality made it difficult for her to get along with others. It drive most of her friends away. But not all. Cariboupaw stayed with her, he didn't abandon her like the rest of her friends had. He was always with her and she was more thankful that she had him than he would ever know.

Lightningpaw enjoyed thinking about how amazing Cariboupaw was to her, in fact, it was the only non-depressing thing she could think of unless something exciting was to happen. He was the one thing that made her realize that there was good in this world. This went through her mind as she sat in the sunlight, eating a small mouse that had been in the fresh kill pile only moments before she scooped it up in her jaws and layed down in the sun.
Change. A word that Cariboupaw both loved and hated, and a word that he had come to accept as part of life. Betrayal. A word that Cariboupaw hated, a word that he felt should never have been made. Hatred. Something that the normally good-natured tom had felt quite a lot of recently, and something that he was beginning to give in to more and more. Worry. Yes, that was the word that was most active in Cariboupaw's life. Worry. He was worried not only for his friend- no, best friend Lightningpaw, but for the Clan in general. What was going to happen to them now? He had despised Ratnight with everything in him, though the tom had been one of the quieter haters. As strong his hatred was for Ratnight, his instinct and desire to stay alive and with Lightningpaw had kept him safe...kept him from speaking out against Ratnight. That and the common sense that the evil leader probably wouldn't be too pleased with a young tom speaking out against him. Who would? The brown and white tom yawned, padding out into the Clearing and glancing around for Lightningpaw as he always did. She was the one cat that he spent time with all the time, whenever he could. She was the one cat in his life who he knew would always be there...who wouldn't get swept away by 'change.' Cariboupaw spotted her familiar dark figure, which to anyone else might have looked like just another cat, but to him was one of the best sights he could hope to see. She was his favorite thing; no matter what else was going on around him, Cariboupaw could always benefit from a visit with his best friend. "Lightningpaw!" He called, padding over towards the she cat. A smile was on his maw, where moments ago there had been a worried and thoughtful expression. He always strove to do his best to be pleasant around her, as though he felt he couldn't be anything but. He knew what had been happening to her. And he felt horrible. But there was nothing he could do about the choices of others...his own choices were going to be better, however. He wouldn't leave Lightningpaw. Not now. Not for anything. Why would he? Though he knew she didn't exactly have the brightest spirit among cats, he cared about her anyways. And she was his best friend. Nothing could change that for him...he was grateful that the word he had accepted as a part of his life would stay out of this particular part. And he knew that the she cat hated change. That was something that he was well aware of. He sat down beside her, giving her another smile. Perhaps they could spend some more time together today, at least more then they usually got to due to training. "Do you have anything to do today? Training, or any other plans? Cause I was thinking we could hang out... y'know, like we used to be able to." Cariboupaw mewed, his tail twitching back and forth as he awaited his friend's answer. They hadn't gotten to hang out just together in a long time. And he was hoping that she wasn't going to be busy, although he knew it was selfish of him to want to keep her to himself for the day. She should make a few more friends...I mean, I won't always be around, and then who's going to be her best friend? Cariboupaw thought worriedly, although he hoped it would be a long, long time until that day came. He shifted his weight uncertainly, glancing over at her once again as though expecting an answer right away. Surely it wouldn't take her too long to make up her mind about just some time to hang out together. Cariboupaw could remember when Ratnight first took over, and he and Lightningpaw had spent quite a bit of time together...since his mentor had been a strong supporter of Ratnight and his ideas, and Cariboupaw had been too scared to go anywhere near him. Although the memory embarassed him a bit now, he could remember how vivid and strong his emotions had been then. It hadn't been funny back then. It had been scary. Worrying. An experience that Cariboupaw never, ever wanted to repeat. And with luck...he wouldn't have to. He hoped he wouldn't. But the soon-to-be Gyrestar seemed like a good leader. Perhaps a little on the scrawnier side, perhaps not quite as firm as Cariboupaw thought a leader should be, but at least he wasn't someone like Ratnight or someone who had supported him in the previous battle and fire.

[NightWarrior4Life]

"Yeah they do, but Gazeshadow here is a sweet cuddly mouse. He can be a bit grumpy at times." Hopekit meowed. Gazeshadow looked down at his niece. "Yeah and you can have a loud mouth sometimes." laughed Gazeshadow.
DarkKit jumped, hackles sticking up, claws unsheathed. "RAWR!" He screeched then calmed himself as he landed. "Oh, Gazeshadow. You're here...nice to meet you..." He stared up, large eyes blinking.

[Zero]

Poking her head in, Littledragon let her eyes adjust before searching out Zerosight. She spotted him with Remorakit and blinked. She didn't want to stay too long and interrupt, but she figured she would at least let him know he had visitors. "Zerosight," she called, waiting for his attention until she continued. "There are some cats here to see you whenever you have a quick second." She hesitated, wondering if she should add in, about Northpath, but then thought better of it. She knew that South and West deserved answers, so instead of elaborating anymore, the ThunderClan warrior withdrew herself from the den.


Remorakit nodded slowly, smiling a bit, not so much from pride but smug understanding. You're just finally admitting you need help, thought Remora, glad for the first time Zerosight couldn't see their expression of faint triumph. Remorakit, you'll be the next medicine cat! Seriously, you're trying to decode a cat's thoughts over that? Their tail twitched. "Well, thanks," they finally replied, grinning. Suddenly they started as a warrior poking their head in. West and South? Turning their head, they looked inquiringly at Zerosight. "Should I go..?"

Zerosight nodded at Remorakit, swallowing his pride. "Well-" However, he paused at the calling of his name, turning toward the entrance where Littledragon was speaking from. "Hm?" He listened as she told him what was going on. "Okay..?" The medicine cat didn't usually have people requesting to talk to him that often. He turned back to Remorakit once the warrior withdrew from his den. "You can if you want," He meowed simply. There was a moment of silence before he continued. "I'll talk to Gyrewind about having your ceremony, so be prepared." The tom stood, and with only a moment of hesitation, left his den to go see to these cats that wanted to see him.

[Zero]

Littledragon pushed her way through the entrance, seeing that camp was rather full. She examined the aspects of camp she always did when she came in; the fresh-kill pile was neatly stocked, although one or two more morsals couldn't hurt. She saw some apprentices working on changing the moss in the elders den, and noted to ask if anyone had helped Zerosight clean up as of late. "Wait right here," she said, leading West and South to a spot towards the center of camp. She knew there, they would have the best chance of being seen, which made a smirk appear on her face. "I'll let him know you're here, but don't expect him to come running out," she told him before turning around and padding off, disappearing into a den across the clearing. (I'll just post her real quick popping her head in to let Zero know he has visitors, then leave so he has a logical reason to come out of his den c: )

South blinked, mouth dropping a bit as they entered the ThunderClan camp. All at once, every different scent hit her nose, so much so that it was overwhelming to her. There were more than she anticipated, and as soon as Littledragon left them, all eyes turned towards them. South felt her teeth began to show just a bit, getting fed up rather quick of everyone staring. But she knew better than to lash out; even as stubborn as she was, the fire-cracker personality knew when she was outnumbered. She glanced at West. "You think she's actually gonna do it? Or just leave us here to be killed, like North?" she asked, wincing a bit as she spoke her deceased brother's name. She didn't fully trust Littledragon; something about the warrior seemed too stand-offish for her taste.

West padded into the camp besides his sister, eyes widening just a tiny bit more than usual as he took in the clearing of ThunderClan's camp. It was more than he had been expecting, to say the least. He was almost overwhelmed by all of the scents and sounds of so many cats gathered in one area. Swallowing heavily, he inched slightly closer to his sister. Sure, the tom was used to risks, but this was just plain crazy to him. He could barely stand a few cats at a time, and there were quite a lot more than just a few in this camp. Once Littledragon stepped away, and all eyes turned onto them, he had to swallow a growl. However, he couldn't help his fur from bristling just the tiniest bit. What are you looking at? The tom dug his claws into the ground, trying to make himself look bigger and tougher than he actually was. He snapped his gaze away from the other cats at his sister's voice, his blue hues narrowed. "She better not," The lonor meowed, his voice hard. "She doesn't seem like the type to do that though."

Zerosight stepped out of his den after a few moments, breathing in the scents of the clan. He caught wind of West and South immediately, and figured it was these two cats that apparently wanted to talk to him. There was something similar in the way they smelled, but he definitely didn't know these two lonors. What business do these two have with me...? He frowned, and padded over to them, the fur on his shoulders bristling. The medicine cat could smell blood on the male cat, from when West had scratched his nose, but made no attempt to help him yet. "What do you want?" He asked, his tone clipped and cold. The tom could act tough and grumpy, but it was clear that he was weak. He was skinny under his thick coat of winter fur, and they could probably tell that he was blind, as well as quite old.

[Tundra]

Flameleaf glanced at Quietstream. "Hey, Quietstream," she meowed. "Shouldn't you be going out on patrols?" She paused to groom the kits. "I'll be fine."

[dino.]

Flameleaf glanced at Quietstream. "Hey, Quietstream," she meowed. "Shouldn't you be going out on patrols?" She paused to groom the kits. "I'll be fine."
Turtlestrike padded in and dipped her head to Flameleaf. "Hi Flaemleaf," she mewed. "How are the kits?"

[Tundra]

Flameleaf looked up at Turtlestrike. "Oh, the kits are fine." Flameleaf meowed. "The golden one is sunkit, the white one is cloudkit and the black one is Ashkit."

[dino.]

Flameleaf looked up at Turtlestrike. "Oh, the kits are fine." Flameleaf meowed. "The golden one is sunkit, the white one is cloudkit and the black one is Ashkit."
"Good names," Turtlestrike commented. "Jaymist just told me that he loved me."

[Tundra]

"Oh," Flameleaf meowed. "If you have kits I hope they are healthy!" Flameleaf flicked the tip of her tail. "Quietstream won't leave the nursery," Flameleaf whispered with a glance at Quietstream. "I think he thinks I'll get hurt or sick."

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Zerosight nodded at Remorakit, swallowing his pride. "Well-" However, he paused at the calling of his name, turning toward the entrance where Littledragon was speaking from. "Hm?" He listened as she told him what was going on. "Okay..?" The medicine cat didn't usually have people requesting to talk to him that often. He turned back to Remorakit once the warrior withdrew from his den. "You can if you want," He meowed simply. There was a moment of silence before he continued. "I'll talk to Gyrewind about having your ceremony, so be prepared." The tom stood, and with only a moment of hesitation, left his den to go see to these cats that wanted to see him.
Remorakit nodded, still struggling to fully fathom that Zerosight had offered to mentor them. Smiling slightly while they swallowed their curiosity as to who the cats were, they bounded out of the den to tell their family--Smallpaw included--and his few friends. "Thanks!" called the kit gleefully.

[dino.]

"Oh," Flameleaf meowed. "If you have kits I hope they are healthy!" Flameleaf flicked the tip of her tail. "Quietstream won't leave the nursery," Flameleaf whispered with a glance at Quietstream. "I think he thinks I'll get hurt or sick."
Turtlestrike smiled. "He's just worried," she mewed. "My dad was like that with my mom, except he didn't let her leave the nursery."

[Starfall]

Hawkfeather smiled at hearing the tom's response to her earlier comment. He seemed nice. At least he wasn't acting as though Gyrestar were a jerk, like some cats chose to do. The tip of her tail twitched as she laughed a little. "Hm. I would hope I would be addressed with more respect...if I were leader. I've seen Gyrestar before, he seems like a nice cat...he'll make a good leader, don't ya think?" She asked with a grin in Bluejay's direction. She was thankful that he seemed to be a pleasant cat. She had met quite a few rude cats in her lifetime, and she was tired of having cats treat her like she was just another life to be thrown away if wartime came again. She was tired of being treated as though she were just another face in the crowd...which might have been part of the reason she went out of her way to say hello to every cat she happened upon. Of course if they were already busy, she didn't...naturally it wasn't right for her to invade upon someone else's conversation. Unless they were being bullied. Or she already knew the cat. Or if they invited her. Hawkfeather lay down, rolling over onto her side in a lazy fashion as she listened to Bluejay's story. How awful! She thought, glancing at him with her hues wide. She hated the thought that someone else might have gone through something like she had. Just because things happened to her didn't necessarily mean that she wanted them to happen to others. She liked Bluejay! And besides that, even if he were a horrible cat, he didn't deserve something like that. It was a horrible thought that a mother would just dump her kits. Although once again, it had happened to her. "Wow. That's terrible, I'm so sorry. So do you ever wish that you were in some other Clan? Or are you proud to be part of ThunderClan? Did you ever wish you were leader?" Hawkfeather asked, finding her questions spilling out faster then she had expected. She felt her pelt heat up with embarrassment as she realized that she was probably being a little too pushy for the tom's liking, and she lowered her head, averting her blue hues from the tom. "Sorry. I like to ask questions when I meet someone new, it helps me get to know them," She mewed with a friendly smile. She wondered if the tom had good friends in ThunderClan. Or any friends, for that matter...not that he was disagreeable, but some very nice cats didn't have friends. She herself had been one of those cats for a while- and yes, she did consider herself to be a nice cat. Nicer then some, She thought with a snort, remembering how some cats tended to just brush her off with an uncaring manner as though she wasn't important at all.




(Oh no, it's fine! Don't worry about it I have days like that all the time, and don't worry about it being late (: )


{you're an Angel ;v; and my inspiration is back! yay!}

Bluejay raised an eyebrow at Hawkfeather's statement, respect, such an odd word, he didn't know how to use that...emotion correctly. He let out a snort and lashed his tail, his fur fluffed out as a cold wind blew past, for a few seconds he forgot that it was still leaf-bare, it was warm, oddly enough warmer than when he was with Fala. Something tugged at his heart at the thought of the loner, something inside him flickered, light up, he felt weird, like he just wanted to get up and leave Hawkfeather, go talk, joke, and argue with her. He turned his blue gaze back up to the molly and felt all of those emotions go away, something stronger hit him when he saw her, something...bigger, something even brighter, the flame in his soul grew bigger, and they just met, a few minutes ago they were just strangers, didn't know anything about one another, but they just shared they're life stories with one another, odd. "hmm i'll respect you if you show me that I should, and yes he will be an amazing leader....better than Ratnight anyways. Any leader that can lead their clan with confidence, power, and hope is a good leader to me, even if they are evil." he stated, though he wouldn't want the leader to be evil, but evil can be different to other cats, evil is interpreted in different ways, just like good, those words meanings mean different things depending on the cat. He let out a chuckle and pushed those thoughts away, he could thing deeply about life another time, but for now, all he wanted to focus on was the molly sitting in front of him, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her, she seemed so shine brighter than the sun, it enticed him, and he couldn't explain why.


The silver warrior shrugged at her question, not really caring about the past, though it did sting him whenever he thought about it, who wouldn't be hurt by their past? "That was in the past, I don't really seek anyone's pity. I couldn't change anything about it, she died in a fire saving out lives, in my opinion she was more of a warrior than I could ever wish to be." he stated, his words were masked with confidence, he didn't need to seem soft emotional tom, he needed to be strong, just like his mother. Upon her other question he shook his head "No I like it here in thunderclan, its my second home, and I don't plan on leaving this one behind. I'm not like my sister, I stick with the clan that took me in." he snorted, his tail lashed when he pictured his sister running away, disappearing in the moors of the rabbit chasers. He greatly detested cats who change their beliefs so quickly, and so much, it annoyed him, angered him, they were untrust worthy, and he hated it because his sister was one of them, it hit too close to home. "It's quite alright, no need to explain yourself it's a normal thing to do, just not used to them being so fast." he chuckled, amusement evident in his words, he liked this, talking with her, it made him happy, bubbly, giddy, he decided that he should do it more often, for a few moments he completely forgot about fala.

[Tundra]

Flameleaf gazed at Turtlestrike. "Oh," Flameleaf exclaimed. "That must have been terrible!" Then she remembered. "But I can't leave the nursery because of the kits." She meowed with a glance at the kits.

[Starfall]

This apprentice was getting too smart for his own good. Too smart. Her eyes narrowed with annoyance, but her eyes gleamed with purpose, and some agitation, but it wasn't very clear, if at all, as she circled around Jaypaw, her claws scraping at the ground, digging into the ground as she circled around him. This apprentice was quite loyal, and even the slightest thing could make him doubt everything you said. Mossdrop had observed this, quite clearly for the past few minutes she had spoken to this apprentice. "If I were you..I'd watch your tonque." They better listen to my warning, for a price they may pay. The dark brown tabby she cat spoke eerily calm, optics swirling with no emotion, and no emotion came from out of her voice, just cold, and emotionless spite. She was not playing around now. And she wouldn't from here on out, this apprentice would learn to watch what they would say now, for sure.

"You have made a wise and honest decision." She spoke coolly, agitation prickling at her pelt as she replied to his answer, tail flicking as she stared right into his eyes, almost his soul, if one would think. Respect? Respect was something Mossdrop was not exactly think or say about an apprentice, even if she gives them an opportunity. A cat who was an emotionless monster would never respect cats who aren't like them, not at all. That was what Mossdrop was, an emotionless physcopath who knew how to persuade pathetic apprentices for her own will. She stopped circling, standing towards Jaypaw, a flick of her tail announcing her reply.
He thinks he's free to say whatever he wants to any cat, even elders. That is not the case, and may cost him reputation, and earn him sticking mouse bile on old elders ticks, and cleaning out moss. I could make him do that, but what is the reason? He's too blunt, I must say.. "These cats are legends, Jaypaw, cats who have been leaders, deputies even, and some are still warriors today. Think of Ashstar, or cats before us who have done great things for our clan. Those are the cats of who I am talking about. And, of course, Loyalty is a greatest key to being a great warrior, so, it is not wise to question their loyalty to their clan." She answered, a gleaming intention swirling in her mind. "I know these cats, because they have trained me as well, when I was an apprentice."

Mossdrop gave a nod, a little anger boiling in her fur. No respect for a warrior hmmm? That is a dangerous thing to say, and may cost him his very life... "Not respecting a cat who has been through many things is not the wisest thing to say, or do. I would watch what you say, if you want to earn respect to those higher than you.." Mossdrop warned, her eyes showing nothing but warmth, and some cold ice beneath. Her anger and agitation grew immensely, but her patience remained plastered on her face, as she watched the apprentice. He thinks something bad is going to happen, and that may be the case if he says the wrong thing. Amusement shown on her face for a moment, but went away so fast, no cat could see if it happened or not. Mossdrop faked emotions, quite often, and it worked rather well. Very well, and she was honestly glad for that.
{This is what happens when you tick off the nice and cute ones.}
Jaypaw snorted and lashed his tail "the same goes both ways, just because you're a higher status than me doesn't mean that you shouldn't respect me as well, now if you truly wish for me to join your posy, you should watch what spills out of your maw. Don't think that I cant see what you're doing, you're recruiting, im not a mouse-brain, for what yet I have no clue, but I know that you are." he stated, his blue hues seemed to become even colder, and more menacing, Mossdrop was rubbing his fur the wrong way, and he was responding, in his opinion, correctly. She didn't respect him, so he wasn't respecting her, it is a two way street, he only respects those who respect him, and that was a fact. His gaze faced forward, not looking at the warrior, he didn't care for her intimidation tactic, it wasn't working, he was a warrior, and if she thought that he was just going to back down, give up, give in, she was wrong. He hated cats who looked down on him rather than look eye to eye with him, it made his blood boil, it made him want to claw, slash, break them, and the fact that the molly was doing that right now, in the middle of the clearing, made him believe that she thought she had the odacity to believe that she was, in fact, higher, and, more important than him, and it made him want to puke.
The apprentice lashed his tail and began to pad away, no longer wishing to put up with the warriors...antics, he didn't want to cause a scene in the middle of the clearing, and he didn't like the feeling of blood on his paws. "Well, not all leaders and deputies were...good, I hope you realize, now, that it will be a little harder to persuade me into joining...that is unless you apologize and respect me, as an equal." he said over his shoulder, annoyed with her, he decided that he would talk to Remorakit about this, though they was young, they were quite intelligent, that and he needed someone to talk to about this, maybe Enderpaw, but he wasn't around at the moment, he didn't want to think about Mossdrop, not about her proposal, nothing, and she had one shot to fix things if she truly wished to recruit him, and this was that one and only shot, he could walk out of her life at this moment, or, he could help her, with everything, help her achieve her goals, whatever they were, as long as they were good, and helped him help his clan strive.

[dino.]

Flameleaf gazed at Turtlestrike. "Oh," Flameleaf exclaimed. "That must have been terrible!" Then she remembered. "But I can't leave the nursery because of the kits." She meowed with a glance at the kits.
"Before I was even born, my mother said she couldn't even get out of the nursery!" Turtlestrike laughed. "My father kept her in here. 'He treated me like some sort of royalty' she said."

[Tundra]

Flameleaf laughed. "Must have been hard for you mom." Flameleaf meowed. "How long did she stay in the nursery?" Flameleaf asked.

[Fallpotato]

Flameleaf glanced at Quietstream. "Hey, Quietstream," she meowed. "Shouldn't you be going out on patrols?" She paused to groom the kits. "I'll be fine."
Quietstream shrugged "I guess." He sighed and walked out (I'm gonna be on the clearing if you wanna look at my posts )

[Fallpotato]

Quietstream sighed sitting in the corner of camp. He scraped the ground with his claws and he cursed under his breath knee he started bleeding. He sheathed his claws and padded around camp looking for someone to talk to. Maybe he would see his friend, embersplash

[Ghostly Cristalline]

DarkKit jumped, hackles sticking up, claws unsheathed. "RAWR!" He screeched then calmed himself as he landed. "Oh, Gazeshadow. You're here...nice to meet you..." He stared up, large eyes blinking.

"Nice to meet you too Nightkit." Gazeshadow meowed with a smile. "I didn't mean to scare you." he finished. Hopekit let out a murrow of laughter.

[Tundra]

(Ok) Flameleaf watched him walk out of the nersury. I understand that he's worried but he doesn't need to stand here and protect me!

[dino.]

Flameleaf laughed. "Must have been hard for you mom." Flameleaf meowed. "How long did she stay in the nursery?" Flameleaf asked.
The calico grinned. "Nightclaw made her stay in the nursery as soon as they found out she was expecting," she replied.

[lone]

"I'm not worried," he mewed. After the "Evil Era" had sweeped across the clans. He himself had always stayed positive,positive for rebuild and repairing for not just his own clan but for all the clans. During the time it seemed every cat would fight with anything that moved or took a breath infront of them. It felt nice to have kits that weren't exposed to that time,a fresh set of eyes for Thunderclan,"Thunderclan is rebuilding,it feels nice to have something fresh come into the clans lives after such a tragedy." he mewed. He didn't know what stories queens were telling in the nursery,he didn't know if this kit knew the pained things the clans had to go through to get here to this point in time. "I'm excited to have an apprentice,somecat to lighten my spirits." he smiled. Like anycat,he did have his negative moments. Though they were rare of him,he still had those thoughts at times and maybe having his mind focused on training and working on warrior duties would be the best for him. "I plan to make them one of the best warriors Thunderclan has seen."
"Really? You're not worried that they are our future? That I am our future?" Kestrelkit asked, flicking her tail towards a couple of kits who seemed to be whining about something or another. She wasn't really sure what. It was strange to see cats whining at a time like this. Didn't they understand that everything was going to be alright now? And according to this warrior, they were the future of ThunderClan. One day they would all grow up and ThunderClan would rely on them to be protectors and leaders, deputies, medicine cats...Kestrelkit wasn't sure if any of them were cut out for that now. Perhaps over time everyone's personalities would develop and they would become a good deal less whiny and more-- intelligent.
"Hm. Yeah, that makes sense." The she cat shrugged, the tip of her tail twitching as she did so. It was interesting, hearing this warrior's thoughts on the matter. Most looked at her as though she were crazy when she started speaking about how she was capable of more. You? A kit? She could almost hear them thinking. But this warrior was nice. It was good to have a conversation with someone who wasn't looking down on her because she was smaller, or weaker. "Yeah? Well what if they end up becoming evil? Aren't you afraid you'll be blamed for it?" Kestrelkit asked, her hues narrowing a little. "I mean, Ratnight must have had a leader at some point. And Fennelstrike. And we just had a whole battle because of them." Kestrelkit pointed out the obvious fact, wondering what the warrior thought of this. She knew she would be terrified to have an apprentice who seemed to be...fierce. Bad. Whatever, but she certainly wouldn't want someone to get onto her because an apprentice did something wrong.
If they can't take responsability for their actions, they shouldn't be in a Clan, she thought with a frustrated flick of her tail. She hated it when cats blamed their crimes on someone else. Not only did it put blame and doubt on a completely innocent cat, it also made her feel uncomfortable. His next words sent a slight chill down her spine. I plan to make them one of the best warriors ThunderClan has ever seen. The words played back in her head, and Kestrelkit's hues seemed to spark a little with both indignation and ambition. "Good luck with that if you get one of them." She snorted, flicking her tail towards the same two kits. What was with them, anyways? It was just a stupid ball of moss. Seriously, there were a hundred more just like it. "I don't believe I've introduced myself. I'm Kestrelkit." She mewed, her hues still having that sense of equalness as she glanced up at the older tom.

[Tundra]

"Oh," Flameleaf meowed. "When we found out I was expecting I was still in the warriors den, I moved here a few sunrises later."

[graves]

"Really? You're not worried that they are our future? That I am our future?" Kestrelkit asked, flicking her tail towards a couple of kits who seemed to be whining about something or another. She wasn't really sure what. It was strange to see cats whining at a time like this. Didn't they understand that everything was going to be alright now? And according to this warrior, they were the future of ThunderClan. One day they would all grow up and ThunderClan would rely on them to be protectors and leaders, deputies, medicine cats...Kestrelkit wasn't sure if any of them were cut out for that now. Perhaps over time everyone's personalities would develop and they would become a good deal less whiny and more-- intelligent.
"Hm. Yeah, that makes sense." The she cat shrugged, the tip of her tail twitching as she did so. It was interesting, hearing this warrior's thoughts on the matter. Most looked at her as though she were crazy when she started speaking about how she was capable of more. You? A kit? She could almost hear them thinking. But this warrior was nice. It was good to have a conversation with someone who wasn't looking down on her because she was smaller, or weaker. "Yeah? Well what if they end up becoming evil? Aren't you afraid you'll be blamed for it?" Kestrelkit asked, her hues narrowing a little. "I mean, Ratnight must have had a leader at some point. And Fennelstrike. And we just had a whole battle because of them." Kestrelkit pointed out the obvious fact, wondering what the warrior thought of this. She knew she would be terrified to have an apprentice who seemed to be...fierce. Bad. Whatever, but she certainly wouldn't want someone to get onto her because an apprentice did something wrong.
If they can't take responsability for their actions, they shouldn't be in a Clan, she thought with a frustrated flick of her tail. She hated it when cats blamed their crimes on someone else. Not only did it put blame and doubt on a completely innocent cat, it also made her feel uncomfortable. His next words sent a slight chill down her spine. I plan to make them one of the best warriors ThunderClan has ever seen. The words played back in her head, and Kestrelkit's hues seemed to spark a little with both indignation and ambition. "Good luck with that if you get one of them." She snorted, flicking her tail towards the same two kits. What was with them, anyways? It was just a stupid ball of moss. Seriously, there were a hundred more just like it. "I don't believe I've introduced myself. I'm Kestrelkit." She mewed, her hues still having that sense of equalness as she glanced up at the older tom.

Aime'Storm chuckled,"Not all kits are as mature as you are,their personalities only have room to grow when they are young. Give them time." he mewed. In his opinion most kits were hyper active and playful,yipping like there was no tomorrow but he didn't look down on it,he missed those care free days honestly. "Every cat has the potential to be a good warrior,but as a mentor I can't control my apprentices heart." This is what he believed,he believed that every cat was born innocent, not good or bad and in Thunderclan,was raised with good influences. But he could not control how his apprentice would end up,he could not control their attitude and personality or destiny-some cats simply couldn't be helped. "My name is Aime'Storm,it's nice to meet you Krestal." He called her only by her prefix,as he saw her more mature then a kit in his mind. He figured the shecat would comment on his name,seeing as it was his kittypet name he was given and not a typical warrior name.

[seasalt]

{This is what happens when you tick off the nice and cute ones.}
Jaypaw snorted and lashed his tail "the same goes both ways, just because you're a higher status than me doesn't mean that you shouldn't respect me as well, now if you truly wish for me to join your posy, you should watch what spills out of your maw. Don't think that I cant see what you're doing, you're recruiting, i'm not a mouse-brain, for what yet I have no clue, but I know that you are." he stated, his blue hues seemed to become even colder, and more menacing, Mossdrop was rubbing his fur the wrong way, and he was responding, in his opinion, correctly. She didn't respect him, so he wasn't respecting her, it is a two way street, he only respects those who respect him, and that was a fact. His gaze faced forward, not looking at the warrior, he didn't care for her intimidation tactic, it wasn't working, he was a warrior, and if she thought that he was just going to back down, give up, give in, she was wrong. He hated cats who looked down on him rather than look eye to eye with him, it made his blood boil, it made him want to claw, slash, break them, and the fact that the molly was doing that right now, in the middle of the clearing, made him believe that she thought she had the odacity to believe that she was, in fact, higher, and, more important than him, and it made him want to puke.
The apprentice lashed his tail and began to pad away, no longer wishing to put up with the warriors...antics, he didn't want to cause a scene in the middle of the clearing, and he didn't like the feeling of blood on his paws. "Well, not all leaders and deputies were...good, I hope you realize, now, that it will be a little harder to persuade me into joining...that is unless you apologize and respect me, as an equal." he said over his shoulder, annoyed with her, he decided that he would talk to Remorakit about this, though they was young, they were quite intelligent, that and he needed someone to talk to about this, maybe Enderpaw, but he wasn't around at the moment, he didn't want to think about Mossdrop, not about her proposal, nothing, and she had one shot to fix things if she truly wished to recruit him, and this was that one and only shot, he could walk out of her life at this moment, or, he could help her, with everything, help her achieve her goals, whatever they were, as long as they were good, and helped him help his clan strive.


(I have writers block. ;I Mossdrop isn't impressed haha. She would probably kill him if she could, since she's a big maniac. )
"You have spite, and that intelligence that might get you in a bad situation. But it may help you in a later date, that is to be respected. But, sometimes intelligence makes a monster." Mossdrop replied, with a warm sweetness that was..extremely odd. For now, she would "pretend" to respect. It was an emotion that came easy for Mossdrop. Very easy, so easy, no cat can tell if its fake or not. Hmph, I need to find more easier prey...like a kit who's stupid as foxdung. Mossdrop thought with malice and irritation. Menacing was not a word she would put it. Stupid, and annoying is the true words she would put in it. For Mossdrop, this was a cat that she wasted her time on. She wasn't going to waste time with this cat, not anymore. They were not material for what she wanted. Now, anger rose from the warriors throat. The stupid apprentice was walking away? The anger rose, malice steaming in her mind.
She didn't care about her emotions anymore. This cat will be given a lesson, in a later date. Perhaps death, that would make her throat purr with satisfaction. But not now, it was not the right time, her optics bore with fury, and anger, as if she would tear and rip his throat out at any moment. She would not forget this, this was the last straw, disrespecting a warrior with no mercy. A puny apprentice...what a fact that make her want to slash at a kit's throat and throw their insides all over camp. Her face returned to calmness, a crooked smile upon her face, the comment boiling her over. He doesn't even know my intention, he isn't material for the Dark Forest, he's just a kit who doesn't know what death is, a waste of space. With one step, she walked up to the apprentice slowly, taking her sweet time to think about this. "I offer an apology." Mossdrop replied coolly, "But, the offer is into the depths of a river now, sinking into the sand, if you want to accept, you find me." And, with that, Mossdrop quickly slid away into the forest, to clear her head, to think about her plans, to start them, something. Her eyes were unclear, her old personality wanted to slip back in, but it was far too late for redemption.

[whippoorwill]

Tumblepaw crouched, extremely still, as he watched Honeykit through narrowed eyes. As she rubbed his nose, he twitched it under her paw and smiled widely. He reared up on his hind legs and roared loudly. "You hit the badger! I'm going to eat you!" Tumblepaw went back down on all fours and clacked his jaws, then leaned in close to Honeykit. "You better run, little kit," he growled playfully, his yellow eyes shining.

Honeykit kept prodding at her brother's face, determined to quell the weird feeling in her gut, something that made her want to apologize a million times. Why was he just crouching down? She yelped again as she felt his nose twitch, and saw his expression change from neutral to... a smile? For a single second, every muscle in her body was still. As soon as Tumblepaw jumped up, shouting and rising up from his brief slumber, Honeykit screamed. She then burst out in playful laughter as Tumblepaw told her to 'run', and the little kit scrambled off, kicking up dirt in the process. "If the badger wants to eat me, you've gotta catch me first!" She hollered out, giggling as she ran.

[dino.]

"Oh," Flameleaf meowed. "When we found out I was expecting I was still in the warriors den, I moved here a few sunrises later."
"Mother would've said you were lucky," Turtlestrike pointed out.

[NightWarrior4Life]

"Nice to meet you too Nightkit." Gazeshadow meowed with a smile. "I didn't mean to scare you." he finished. Hopekit let out a murrow of laughter.
"I'm sorry, my name is DarkKit..." The Bengal kitten corrected. Then he narrowed his small eyes and grinder his teeth. I still don't trust you...kill someone and then we'll see...

[Ghostly Cristalline]

"I'm sorry, my name is DarkKit..." The Bengal kitten corrected. Then he narrowed his small eyes and grinder his teeth. I still don't trust you...kill someone and then we'll see...

"My bad." he meowed.

[NightWarrior4Life]

"My bad." he meowed.
The golden spotted kit raised an eyebrow, uncertainty and suspision speeding through his mind. Heart racing, DarkKit turned away. "So what do you need, Gazeshadow?" He asked more calmly.

[Ghostly Cristalline]

The golden spotted kit raised an eyebrow, uncertainty and suspision speeding through his mind. Heart racing, DarkKit turned away. "So what do you need, Gazeshadow?" He asked more calmly.

(I might not be on as much, because I found out that I was pregnant.)

Gazeshadow looked at him. "I sleep in here, to be with my sisters kits. Like Hazelkit said I'm the first Tom queen in all four clans.

[NightWarrior4Life]

(I might not be on as much, because I found out that I was pregnant.)

Gazeshadow looked at him. "I sleep in here, to be with my sisters kits. Like Hazelkit said I'm the first Tom queen in all four clans.
"Hm." He grunted "well if you wanna borrow her then you're welcome to." He offered, now moody again.

[Tundra]

"I guess so..." Flameleaf sighed. "But I still have to stay in here untill the kits are apprentices." Flameleaf pointed out.

[Deerlie]

Zerosight nodded at Remorakit, swallowing his pride. "Well-" However, he paused at the calling of his name, turning toward the entrance where Littledragon was speaking from. "Hm?" He listened as she told him what was going on. "Okay..?" The medicine cat didn't usually have people requesting to talk to him that often. He turned back to Remorakit once the warrior withdrew from his den. "You can if you want," He meowed simply. There was a moment of silence before he continued. "I'll talk to Gyrewind about having your ceremony, so be prepared." The tom stood, and with only a moment of hesitation, left his den to go see to these cats that wanted to see him.
The kit looked from her nest. Her paw has been better. She looked at remorakit "Congrats!" She purred. // Jaymist walked in and d at Deathkit "U OK little sis?"
"Yes" she purred
"Good"
He walked out.
Deathkit wondered what it was like to be a medicine cat, always healing cats.

[dino.]

"I guess so..." Flameleaf sighed. "But I still have to stay in here untill the kits are apprentices." Flameleaf pointed out.
Turtlestrike laughed. "Well I gotta go talk to Jaymist," she mewed. "See ya."

[dino.]

Jaymist/Ravenkit


Turtlestrike ducked out of the nursery and padded over to Jaymist. "Hi," she mewed. "I've just told Flameleaf the news."

[Tundra]

"See ya..." Flameleaf meowed. She looked at the kits, who were sleeping. they are so cute! Flameleaf thought.

[seasalt]

Sunstrike padded up to her new apprentice, wondering what exactly she was going to do with him. She had only just become a warrior a moon before, were they really that short on warriors? Maybe she would be good for him. Maybe he would be good for her. For one of the few times in her life, the orange-and-white she-cat was extremely nervous. What would she say? What would they do? Maybe she could take him on a tour of the territory? She knew it like the back of her paws by now. Right? Of course, that was what her mentor did right off the bat, so why couldn't she try that? As she approached Leafpaw, she started thinking about what she'd say to him. Would she try to establish a relationship first? Should she get straight to the point? What's the point in that? Making him hate her on the first day? The she-cat shook her head as she practically stood over the young tom. "Hey, Leafpaw, you want to go exploring?" she asked a little too enthusiastically. He wasn't a kit anymore after all.

Leafpaw had already saw the warrior coming, and knew by her expressions, she was new to this, and hadn't had an apprentice yet. That was for perfectly fine for Leafpaw, he would work his way, somehow. I mean, it meant they could learn from each other, and that was very good. The hesitation meant nervousness as well. He knew that well, since he was brought forth in front of Gyrestar. Leafpaw didn't know the leader, deputy back then really well, and hadn't really seen the deputy around much either when he was a kit. Probably out patrolling, or something of that category. Deputies do that, after all. He didn't mind either, Gyrestar was busy now days, take that back, always busy, and Leafpaw paid now attention to that, and instead focused on himself, instead of being nosy, like some kits. When he noticed Sunstrike had finally approached, asking him a question. He gave a polite nod, leaf green eyes distant in thought as he thought about what he should say, quickly replying. "Sounds good." Leafpaw replied, a relaxed, and calm tone in his voice. He was good with anything, and exploring sounded...interesting to say the least. It would be interesting indeed.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

The kit looked from her nest. Her paw has been better. She looked at remorakit "Congrats!" She purred. // Jaymist walked in and d at Deathkit "U OK little sis?"
"Yes" she purred
"Good"
He walked out.
Deathkit wondered what it was like to be a medicine cat, always healing cats.
(I believe you didn't have permission to post here. If Zero didn't reply to the pm, it isn't a yes.)

[Teza]

Leafpaw had already saw the warrior coming, and knew by her expressions, she was new to this, and hadn't had an apprentice yet. That was for perfectly fine for Leafpaw, he would work his way, somehow. I mean, it meant they could learn from each other, and that was very good. The hesitation meant nervousness as well. He knew that well, since he was brought forth in front of Gyrestar. Leafpaw didn't know the leader, deputy back then really well, and hadn't really seen the deputy around much either when he was a kit. Probably out patrolling, or something of that category. Deputies do that, after all. He didn't mind either, Gyrestar was busy now days, take that back, always busy, and Leafpaw paid now attention to that, and instead focused on himself, instead of being nosy, like some kits. When he noticed Sunstrike had finally approached, asking him a question. He gave a polite nod, leaf green eyes distant in thought as he thought about what he should say, quickly replying. "Sounds good." Leafpaw replied, a relaxed, and calm tone in his voice. He was good with anything, and exploring sounded...interesting to say the least. It would be interesting indeed.

Sunstrike smiled at the young apprentice, remembering how only a moon before she had been an apprentice herself. "Well, would you like to go North, South, East, or West?" she asked, thinking of the options for exploring within the territory in those directions. She could show him the tunnels, but then again, not even she had explored inside of them much. She didn't really know how to navigate them very well. There was also just beyond the territory, which she had explored with Kestrelheart. She felt light heat rise under her pelt at the thought of her crush, then shook off the feeling. She was, after all, fixing to go out into the territory with her new apprentice.

[seasalt]

Sunstrike smiled at the young apprentice, remembering how only a moon before she had been an apprentice herself. "Well, would you like to go North, South, East, or West?" she asked, thinking of the options for exploring within the territory in those directions. She could show him the tunnels, but then again, not even she had explored inside of them much. She didn't really know how to navigate them very well. There was also just beyond the territory, which she had explored with Kestrelheart. She felt light heat rise under her pelt at the thought of her crush, then shook off the feeling. She was, after all, fixing to go out into the territory with her new apprentice.

A thoughtful expression went across his face, as he thought just for a moment, before finalizing his decision. "Maybe..south?" Leafpaw suggested, the calm expression still plastered. I can't wait to tell Remorakit about this! He thought, enthusiasm bursting through him. Exploring wasn't on Leafpaw's list of awesome. But it was something interesting to do, at least. Excitement, slowly flashed through him. Something to do, that was want he wanted. His brown tabby flicked in excitement, but calmness was still plastered on his face, and complete patience.

[Teza]

A thoughtful expression went across his face, as he thought just for a moment, before finalizing his decision. "Maybe..south?" Leafpaw suggested, the calm expression still plastered. I can't wait to tell Remorakit about this! He thought, enthusiasm bursting through him. Exploring wasn't on Leafpaw's list of awesome. But it was something interesting to do, at least. Excitement, slowly flashed through him. Something to do, that was want he wanted. His brown tabby flicked in excitement, but calmness was still plastered on his face, and complete patience.

Sunstrike smiled and nodded. "Alright, let's go!" she said. She tried to think of anything to the south of the camp, but her mind slipped. What was there? "Is there anything you've heard about and wanted to see?" she asked as she walked slowly toward the entrance to camp. Maybe if he mentioned something it would jog her memory.

((Sorry this is so short... :/))

[lone]

{you're an Angel ;v; and my inspiration is back! yay!}


Bluejay raised an eyebrow at Hawkfeather's statement, respect, such an odd word, he didn't know how to use that...emotion correctly. He let out a snort and lashed his tail, his fur fluffed out as a cold wind blew past, for a few seconds he forgot that it was still leaf-bare, it was warm, oddly enough warmer than when he was with Fala. Something tugged at his heart at the thought of the loner, something inside him flickered, light up, he felt weird, like he just wanted to get up and leave Hawkfeather, go talk, joke, and argue with her. He turned his blue gaze back up to the molly and felt all of those emotions go away, something stronger hit him when he saw her, something...bigger, something even brighter, the flame in his soul grew bigger, and they just met, a few minutes ago they were just strangers, didn't know anything about one another, but they just shared they're life stories with one another, odd. "hmm i'll respect you if you show me that I should, and yes he will be an amazing leader....better than Ratnight anyways. Any leader that can lead their clan with confidence, power, and hope is a good leader to me, even if they are evil." he stated, though he wouldn't want the leader to be evil, but evil can be different to other cats, evil is interpreted in different ways, just like good, those words meanings mean different things depending on the cat. He let out a chuckle and pushed those thoughts away, he could thing deeply about life another time, but for now, all he wanted to focus on was the molly sitting in front of him, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her, she seemed so shine brighter than the sun, it enticed him, and he couldn't explain why.



The silver warrior shrugged at her question, not really caring about the past, though it did sting him whenever he thought about it, who wouldn't be hurt by their past? "That was in the past, I don't really seek anyone's pity. I couldn't change anything about it, she died in a fire saving out lives, in my opinion she was more of a warrior than I could ever wish to be." he stated, his words were masked with confidence, he didn't need to seem soft emotional tom, he needed to be strong, just like his mother. Upon her other question he shook his head "No I like it here in thunderclan, its my second home, and I don't plan on leaving this one behind. I'm not like my sister, I stick with the clan that took me in." he snorted, his tail lashed when he pictured his sister running away, disappearing in the moors of the rabbit chasers. He greatly detested cats who change their beliefs so quickly, and so much, it annoyed him, angered him, they were untrust worthy, and he hated it because his sister was one of them, it hit too close to home. "It's quite alright, no need to explain yourself it's a normal thing to do, just not used to them being so fast." he chuckled, amusement evident in his words, he liked this, talking with her, it made him happy, bubbly, giddy, he decided that he should do it more often, for a few moments he completely forgot about fala.
{XD I'm far from an angel according to my sister...but thx (:
And yay! So glad your inspiration's back!!}

Hawkfeather grinned at the tom again, although her hues seemed to hold a farther off, more distant look as she did so. For the moment being, she was no longer in the clearing- or at least, no longer in the present clearing. She was in a clearing before the fire, before the battle, a long time ago when she had still thought everything would stay the same. She was beginning to realize how naïve of her that had been. But she had been young. No- she still was young. Young and learning in a way that she would never understand. Learning about things she would never understand. And why? Well, she supposed they were necessary points of life that she would have to learn at some point or another, but the question that kept playing in her head was why she had to learn them now. Wouldn't it be simpler to learn these silly things when she was actually going to use them? And if she was actually going to use them? Hawkfeather sighed, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth as she glanced over at Bluejay. He had been through the same things she had. Well- as far as the past few moons went, he had, at least. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose part of her family in something so horrible as a fire. Though she could still remember the screams, the sounds- once again, the she cat tried to shut the awful memory out from her mind, though she knew it was unlikely she'd be able to do so successfully. And even if she could...that memory was as much a part of her as her Clan life was. It was part of her Clan life. She would remember it- and maybe someday it would come in handy. The she cat's blue hues fixed themselves on Bluejay as he began to speak again.

"Oh, I don't want respect. I was just saying I would hope you would if I were leader, cause y'know...leaders always want lots of respect. The ones I remember, anyways. Never really saw Ashstar that much. That's an interesting point you made, though...but I dunno if it's true. I mean, a leader could have confidence, power and hope, but could be really dumb. Or be super unagile. Would you want a leader like that leading us into battle? Making decisions for our Clan?" Hawkfeather asked, cocking her head to the side as she examined the tom. For all she cared, as long as Gyrewind- soon to be Gyrestar, she would have to remember that- was concerned, as long as he didn't end up like Ratnight and led the Clan honestly and intelligently, even if he didn't have power or confidence...she would be happy.

Because after all, the Clan members were there to help with things like power and confidence. Intelligence and honesty were things that weren't built up as easily- and she supposed hope wasn't either. Hope was a good thing to have, even in the dark times that had been going on. "Well, wherever she is now, I'm sure she's proud of you." Hawkfeather mewed, her voice becoming more gentle and less sweet and happy. She did have the ability to calm down. Sometimes it was surprising, at other times, it seemed almost as though she really understood. And although she didn't know what it was like to lose someone in a fire, she could understand what it was like for someone you cared about to leave you. But in her voice, it sounded almost as though she had been there. Like she was absolutely sure, without a shadow of a doubt. "Oh. Well, don't blame your sister...some cats just can't stay in one place. Either that or they don't feel like their birth place- or the place that they end up at, in you guys' case- is where they're meant to be," The she cat smiled again, a bright, airy expression on her features. Her voice didn't sound as calm and understanding now. It sounded bright and cheerful again, like the naïve younger warrior that everyone expected her to be. That she...was, in a manner of speaking. She laughed as the tom spoke again, her eyes sparking with that familiar bright light that they seemed to carry so often. "Well, that's me...fast. I guess. I've been described that way, at least cats say I talk fast, and they say I'm super cheerful all the time. I guess I do kinda come off that way, huh?" She asked, cocking her head to the side as she examined the silver warrior, waiting for an answer.

[Deerlie]

[MENTION=1736]Turtlestrike/MENTION]


Turtlestrike ducked out of the nursery and padded over to Jaymist. "Hi," she mewed. "I've just told Flameleaf the news."

" what did she say? " he asked

[Koneko]

Cinderblaze gazed around the large clearing intently, slightly staying back in the shadows, although they did little to conceal her brightly colored fur. She felt ill-at-ease, not seeing any cats she knew well enough to approach and speak to. Normally she would have no problem conversing with other cats, but she felt slightly as if she had never met some of the cats in her clan ever before in her life.

[dino.]

" what did she say? " he asked
"Shr said congratulations, " she purred.

[spade]

West padded into the camp besides his sister, eyes widening just a tiny bit more than usual as he took in the clearing of ThunderClan's camp. It was more than he had been expecting, to say the least. He was almost overwhelmed by all of the scents and sounds of so many cats gathered in one area. Swallowing heavily, he inched slightly closer to his sister. Sure, the tom was used to risks, but this was just plain crazy to him. He could barely stand a few cats at a time, and there were quite a lot more than just a few in this camp. Once Littledragon stepped away, and all eyes turned onto them, he had to swallow a growl. However, he couldn't help his fur from bristling just the tiniest bit. What are you looking at? The tom dug his claws into the ground, trying to make himself look bigger and tougher than he actually was. He snapped his gaze away from the other cats at his sister's voice, his blue hues narrowed. "She better not," The lonor meowed, his voice hard. "She doesn't seem like the type to do that though."

Zerosight stepped out of his den after a few moments, breathing in the scents of the clan. He caught wind of West and South immediately, and figured it was these two cats that apparently wanted to talk to him. There was something similar in the way they smelled, but he definitely didn't know these two lonors. What business do these two have with me...? He frowned, and padded over to them, the fur on his shoulders bristling. The medicine cat could smell blood on the male cat, from when West had scratched his nose, but made no attempt to help him yet. "What do you want?" He asked, his tone clipped and cold. The tom could act tough and grumpy, but it was clear that he was weak. He was skinny under his thick coat of winter fur, and they could probably tell that he was blind, as well as quite old.

As she heard pawsteps coming her way, South's head instantly jerked up, swiveling her ears towards the sound of a cat approaching them. She let her blue gaze take in the appearance of Zerosight, and couldn't help but softly gasp. Right off, she could easily tell that this time was rather old, and definitely... "Blind?" she echoed under her breath, having no regard for how offensive that would sound had he heard her. The ginger and white she-cat continued to stand there, observing the tom. This? This is what my brother died for? What did he ever do to deserve that? she thought, a bit of anger boiling inside her belly. She'd expected the cat to be a leader of some sort. A more... well, cat looking feline. This tom in front of her... He was weak and frail. He shouldn't been the one to die. Not North she thought, her eyes narrowing just a bit. "Are you Zerosight?" she asked, an edge to her voice as she spoke. She'd wanted to put her best paw forward, but after seeing the state this so-called "medicine cat" was in, infuriated South, and unconsciously her claws slid out from their sheaths. Not even giving him a moment to answer, the she-cat started into it, trying to swallow the bile that had risen in her throat. "We're here to talk about North. Or, Northpath. Whoever he was known as here." She stared at the tom, right into his sightless eyes, and wished with all she had that he could see.

[lone]

Aime'Storm chuckled,"Not all kits are as mature as you are,their personalities only have room to grow when they are young. Give them time." he mewed. In his opinion most kits were hyper active and playful,yipping like there was no tomorrow but he didn't look down on it,he missed those care free days honestly. "Every cat has the potential to be a good warrior,but as a mentor I can't control my apprentices heart." This is what he believed,he believed that every cat was born innocent, not good or bad and in Thunderclan,was raised with good influences. But he could not control how his apprentice would end up,he could not control their attitude and personality or destiny-some cats simply couldn't be helped. "My name is Aime'Storm,it's nice to meet you Krestal." He called her only by her prefix,as he saw her more mature then a kit in his mind. He figured the shecat would comment on his name,seeing as it was his kittypet name he was given and not a typical warrior name.
Kestrelkit felt a slight prickle of pride when the warrior mentioned her being more mature. She wasn't often seen that way- stuck up, rude, a know it all were all words that others generally used to describe her. It's not my fault they don't want to act more grown up, she thought with a frustrated twitch of her tail. Sometimes she wondered if perhaps she should act more like them. Young, and free...but then she shook the thoughts aside. She liked how she was! And she hated feeling like she needed to change for anyone...especially someone like them. "I suppose that's true..." She mewed, glancing towards the two kits who were still complaining over something. She sighed, her ears going back in an annoyed manner. She just didn't understand why they had to act as though they didn't understand literally anything. "Hm. I don't know about that, some cats say some pretty rude things in the nursery...dark things, too. I don't know if they've picked them up from their parents or if they're really thinking those things, but I don't think they're going to be very good warriors." Kestrelkit sighed, looking down at her paws as her tail continued to rapidly twitch. She glanced back up at the warrior, wondering what he thought of her statement. Not everyone had the right to become a warrior- not in Kestrelkit's opinion. What about those cats who were jerks? "Aime'Storm? That's an unusual name for a Clan cat..." Kestrelkit murmured, and she glanced over at the older tom uncertainly. Was he a Clan cat? What would he be doing outside the nursery if he weren't? And besides that, he seemed to have quite a bit of knowledge on Clan life...she relaxed, the tip of her tail still twitching thoughtfully though the suspicion had vanished from her expression. "It's nice to meet you too, though," She added with a small smile.

[Mango]

Crowpaw nodded. "Indeed." was his simple reply. "Do you know where your sister goes often?" he asked, trying to keep his voice monotone rather then dark.
She paused before she spat," Riverclan. Webdrop is in Riverclan... We don't talk because she murders kits for fun. Even evil cats don't kill newborn kits for fun..."

[monfang]

She paused before she spat," Riverclan. Webdrop is in Riverclan... We don't talk because she murders kits for fun. Even evil cats don't kill newborn kits for fun..."
"I see well im off, I'll see you later." he meowed and went I to the territory
(To the rc territory, if you wanna have crow kill web)

[graves]

Kestrelkit felt a slight prickle of pride when the warrior mentioned her being more mature. She wasn't often seen that way- stuck up, rude, a know it all were all words that others generally used to describe her. It's not my fault they don't want to act more grown up, she thought with a frustrated twitch of her tail. Sometimes she wondered if perhaps she should act more like them. Young, and free...but then she shook the thoughts aside. She liked how she was! And she hated feeling like she needed to change for anyone...especially someone like them. "I suppose that's true..." She mewed, glancing towards the two kits who were still complaining over something. She sighed, her ears going back in an annoyed manner. She just didn't understand why they had to act as though they didn't understand literally anything. "Hm. I don't know about that, some cats say some pretty rude things in the nursery...dark things, too. I don't know if they've picked them up from their parents or if they're really thinking those things, but I don't think they're going to be very good warriors." Kestrelkit sighed, looking down at her paws as her tail continued to rapidly twitch. She glanced back up at the warrior, wondering what he thought of her statement. Not everyone had the right to become a warrior- not in Kestrelkit's opinion. What about those cats who were jerks? "Aime'Storm? That's an unusual name for a Clan cat..." Kestrelkit murmured, and she glanced over at the older tom uncertainly. Was he a Clan cat? What would he be doing outside the nursery if he weren't? And besides that, he seemed to have quite a bit of knowledge on Clan life...she relaxed, the tip of her tail still twitching thoughtfully though the suspicion had vanished from her expression. "It's nice to meet you too, though," She added with a small smile.
Unlike the other he felt that everycat had the chance to be a warrior. As a ex kittypet he had the mindset anycat could do anything aslong as they had the right heart for it. "Somecats are born the way they are,there's nothing their mentors can do about that unfortunately," this also applied to the recent events of the Era,and how Bucknight had been a reincarnation of Emberstar. The thought still chilled him,how a cat could be born with such ambition and an evil heart. "When people are not used to things,it scares them so they throw insults. I've just seen everything." he replied simply. Being a kittypet he had no room to be judgmental over a mature kit,just because her personality was different for her age group. "I used to be a kittypet,and I requested to keep the first part of my name. Aime means loved where I come from." he had been a warrior for many seasons and had grown beyond loyal to his clan,the reminder of his name warmed him. He had no loyalty to his kittypet roots anymore,but his named showed and was a living constant reminder that he could be just as firece and brave as a clan born cat even if he was a kittypet-like a storm.

[lone]

Unlike the other he felt that everycat had the chance to be a warrior. As a ex kittypet he had the mindset anycat could do anything aslong as they had the right heart for it. "Somecats are born the way they are,there's nothing their mentors can do about that unfortunately," this also applied to the recent events of the Era,and how Bucknight had been a reincarnation of Emberstar. The thought still chilled him,how a cat could be born with such ambition and an evil heart. "When people are not used to things,it scares them so they throw insults. I've just seen everything." he replied simply. Being a kittypet he had no room to be judgmental over a mature kit,just because her personality was different for her age group. "I used to be a kittypet,and I requested to keep the first part of my name. Aime means loved where I come from." he had been a warrior for many seasons and had grown beyond loyal to his clan,the reminder of his name warmed him. He had no loyalty to his kittypet roots anymore,but his named showed and was a living constant reminder that he could be just as firece and brave as a clan born cat even if he was a kittypet-like a storm.
Kestrelkit listened to the tom's words, although her head was still whispering to her that there was no way all cats were good. His words did surprise her a little, though she hid it well. Hm. She thought, seeming to look right past the tom although she was looking directly at him. It was surprising to her that anyone would think a mentor would have a change in their apprentice's personality. The whole idea was just absurd to her, she didn't understand how anyone would think that and was tempted to say so, though instantly thought better of it. Respect is important too, she could remember being told when she had been told that speaking her mind was important. What was it that cat had said? Speak only if it's good, necessary, respectful, and truthful. What a load of nonsense, the she cat thought with a sigh. "Really? Do you think your name describes you? I mean, do you feel like you are loved?" Kestrelkit mewed, with a bright smile. She seemed to have perked up. Become friendlier, more outgoing, perhaps. The young kit continued to smile at the older tom, wondering where he had gotten his name. She could imagine a younger Aime'Storm curled up with his family in a warm den...safe and happy...Kestrelkit sighed, wishing she could say her own younger kithood memories had been as happy.

[meraki]

Change. A word that Cariboupaw both loved and hated, and a word that he had come to accept as part of life. Betrayal. A word that Cariboupaw hated, a word that he felt should never have been made. Hatred. Something that the normally good-natured tom had felt quite a lot of recently, and something that he was beginning to give in to more and more. Worry. Yes, that was the word that was most active in Cariboupaw's life. Worry. He was worried not only for his friend- no, best friend Lightningpaw, but for the Clan in general. What was going to happen to them now? He had despised Ratnight with everything in him, though the tom had been one of the quieter haters. As strong his hatred was for Ratnight, his instinct and desire to stay alive and with Lightningpaw had kept him safe...kept him from speaking out against Ratnight. That and the common sense that the evil leader probably wouldn't be too pleased with a young tom speaking out against him. Who would? The brown and white tom yawned, padding out into the Clearing and glancing around for Lightningpaw as he always did. She was the one cat that he spent time with all the time, whenever he could. She was the one cat in his life who he knew would always be there...who wouldn't get swept away by 'change.' Cariboupaw spotted her familiar dark figure, which to anyone else might have looked like just another cat, but to him was one of the best sights he could hope to see. She was his favorite thing; no matter what else was going on around him, Cariboupaw could always benefit from a visit with his best friend. "Lightningpaw!" He called, padding over towards the she cat. A smile was on his maw, where moments ago there had been a worried and thoughtful expression. He always strove to do his best to be pleasant around her, as though he felt he couldn't be anything but. He knew what had been happening to her. And he felt horrible. But there was nothing he could do about the choices of others...his own choices were going to be better, however. He wouldn't leave Lightningpaw. Not now. Not for anything. Why would he? Though he knew she didn't exactly have the brightest spirit among cats, he cared about her anyways. And she was his best friend. Nothing could change that for him...he was grateful that the word he had accepted as a part of his life would stay out of this particular part. And he knew that the she cat hated change. That was something that he was well aware of. He sat down beside her, giving her another smile. Perhaps they could spend some more time together today, at least more then they usually got to due to training. "Do you have anything to do today? Training, or any other plans? Cause I was thinking we could hang out... y'know, like we used to be able to." Cariboupaw mewed, his tail twitching back and forth as he awaited his friend's answer. They hadn't gotten to hang out just together in a long time. And he was hoping that she wasn't going to be busy, although he knew it was selfish of him to want to keep her to himself for the day. She should make a few more friends...I mean, I won't always be around, and then who's going to be her best friend? Cariboupaw thought worriedly, although he hoped it would be a long, long time until that day came. He shifted his weight uncertainly, glancing over at her once again as though expecting an answer right away. Surely it wouldn't take her too long to make up her mind about just some time to hang out together. Cariboupaw could remember when Ratnight first took over, and he and Lightningpaw had spent quite a bit of time together...since his mentor had been a strong supporter of Ratnight and his ideas, and Cariboupaw had been too scared to go anywhere near him. Although the memory embarassed him a bit now, he could remember how vivid and strong his emotions had been then. It hadn't been funny back then. It had been scary. Worrying. An experience that Cariboupaw never, ever wanted to repeat. And with luck...he wouldn't have to. He hoped he wouldn't. But the soon-to-be Gyrestar seemed like a good leader. Perhaps a little on the scrawnier side, perhaps not quite as firm as Cariboupaw thought a leader should be, but at least he wasn't someone like Ratnight or someone who had supported him in the previous battle and fire.


She hadn't always been like this. Not really, anyway. Before Lightningpaw was apprenticed, she was quite joyful and friendly. Always eager to learn no things, to explore, she was a very lively kit, even when she was only a few moons old. But then her father had left, and that had happened around the time she was finally apprenticed.
Since then, she'd seen life differently than she had when she was younger. Lightningpaw began to see things as the glass half empty, rather than half full. It was as though as she'd been struck with reality, and reality hit hard. It's such a shame, she'd hear the older cats say. She had so much spirit, so much energy, so much life.
There was once a time in her life where she had many friends, then again, when you are young, making friends is easy. There's so much less drama and secrets, and Lightningpaw sometimes found herself wishing for the simplicity of childhood. To some it may seem that she gave into the depression and distress, but this was not the case. She despised feeling his way, and there wasn't one day that went by that she hated her father for doing this to her. She wanted to be happy; a feeling that she didn't feel to often. But it was hard to find joy when her vision was clouded with pain.
But she was so dearly thankful that she had Cariboupaw, he was probably the best thing in her life at the moment. Lightningpaw's spirits lifted a bit whenever her gaze fell upon his white and brown pelt, and she loved that he would always be there for her, and she knew no matter what. He was always there to comfort her in times of need, but there was always a part of her that would remind her that Cariboupaw shouldn't be taken for granted in any way, shape, or form.
She always remembered to hide some of her darker thoughts, hating to pressure him in that way. She tried her best to seem happier than she was when he was around, because she knew that when she was happy, he was happy, and the other way around.
Lightningpaw was always open to him to speak to her about any problems of his, but he didn't do this often, and she sometimes worried that he didn't want to pressure her either. It was almost like a big circle, almost.
Lightningpaw looked over in the direction she heard her voice being called, and smiled a bit when she saw Cariboupaw right there, padding over. When he sat down, she sat up from her previous position. She listened to him speak closely, and shook her head when she was asked if she was doing anything that day, because she wasn't. She smiled a bit, noticing his slight hesitation and said, "Of course, I'm not doing anything today, actually. I'd love to hang out." She meowed, hiding her deeper thoughts and almost forgetting about them for the first time in a while.
The whole Evil Era hadn't helped improve her mood at all. And while unlike Cariboupaw, who was a silent hater, she liked to let others know when she didn't like them. She came so close to shouting at Ratnight that she lost count of the times she held herself back.
And she held back for Cariboupaw, because she had no idea what Ratnight would do to her if she rebelled, and she wouldn't leave Cariboupaw for anything in the world. They needed eachother, and she didn't know what she would do without him. If she died and went to StarClan, she wouldn't be happy until Cariboupaw was with her, even though that seemed selfish of her.
Although that didn't mean that she'd wish him dead, but Lightningpaw knew that without him, she'd feel an empty spot inside of her- a spot that would be filled by no one other than Cariboupaw himself.
One of Lightningpaw's many flaws was that she tended to look at the past rather the future. Never did she think that things would improve- no, she'd think of the pain her father caused her ans that would fill her with the same rage she felt that very day. It wasn't very healthy, and she knew that, but she couldn't stand not being angry at him. After all, he ruined her life.
Inside, Lightningpaw wanted revenge for her father's cowardice. Who wouldn't have? Sometimes she'd purposely remind herself of what he'd done just to fill her with anger, one feeling that came strongest while the rest of hers were weaker. But sometimes it felt good to forget, but she could only forget when she was with Cariboupaw, who made her thing that there was still good in this world. He was the only one who could make her happy, at least that's what she believed.
Never did she once consider making a new friend, for fear that they'd only betray her too, and that was something she wouldn't risk. Lightningpaw never once would consider Cariboupaw betraying her, because he simply wouldn't do that. There are some kinds of cats who you just know wouldn't do anything to purposefully hurt you, and Cariboupaw was one of them.

(sorry it took so long- i'm on mobile haha)

[graves]

Kestrelkit listened to the tom's words, although her head was still whispering to her that there was no way all cats were good. His words did surprise her a little, though she hid it well. Hm. She thought, seeming to look right past the tom although she was looking directly at him. It was surprising to her that anyone would think a mentor would have a change in their apprentice's personality. The whole idea was just absurd to her, she didn't understand how anyone would think that and was tempted to say so, though instantly thought better of it. Respect is important too, she could remember being told when she had been told that speaking her mind was important. What was it that cat had said? Speak only if it's good, necessary, respectful, and truthful. What a load of nonsense, the she cat thought with a sigh. "Really? Do you think your name describes you? I mean, do you feel like you are loved?" Kestrelkit mewed, with a bright smile. She seemed to have perked up. Become friendlier, more outgoing, perhaps. The young kit continued to smile at the older tom, wondering where he had gotten his name. She could imagine a younger Aime'Storm curled up with his family in a warm den...safe and happy...Kestrelkit sighed, wishing she could say her own younger kithood memories had been as happy.
"Well I think it describes the way my twoleg thought of me. They loved me," he gazed at the ground for a moment,his ears twitching. He normally didn't talk about his past,much less to a kit,but he thought it would be useful to have the more open idea of kitty-pets in the clan when sharing his story. "I feel as much love as I could from my clanmates,as if I were born in the same place as them. The only difference is our bloodline. Though to me is describes the way I feel about everybody else,I love my clan quiet fiercely,and I like to show love too." he smiled at the last part. Which was true,he was rather affectionate and gentle when it came to cats he cared about,and sometimes may come off as full of himself and snobby to others when in reality he just cared. Sometimes to much. He would die for anycat in his clan in a heartbeat if he had to prove the point. The only part he disliked about being a kittypet, was that he was taken from his mother at a young age. He only remembers he scent and her name,not even what she looked like it was so long ago. He was the only cat in his old twoleg den which made it become rather lonely at times,which is why he liked to show much affection towards his clan. He's the family he never got a chance to have.

[Tundra]

Snowleaf sat in the clearing. I wish I has an apprentice! she licked her paw and drew it over her ear. I wonder if anyone wants to go hunting! she stood up, stretched and began padding to the entrance, then stopped. She sat down and sighed. I should stay here. she thought. maybe I have to go on a patrol!

[goddess of ducks]

Snowleaf sat in the clearing. I wish I has an apprentice! she licked her paw and drew it over her ear. I wonder if anyone wants to go hunting! she stood up, stretched and began padding to the entrance, then stopped. She sat down and sighed. I should stay here. she thought. maybe I have to go on a patrol!
Storkpaw padded out of the apprentices den. He released a sigh as he arched his back in a stretch. Once he stood tall again, almost the size of a warrior. Which reminded him, it was almost that time. He was so close, he could almost taste it. But he had to wait for Gyrewind to take leadership. Until then, he was stuck as an apprentice, whose mentor didn't care for him, so he trained with his elder brother. Such a wonderful life he held. His CRYATAL blue gaze then landed in a lonely looking warrior near the entrance. He out on his regular cheerful smile and approached her. "Hey there. You look lonesome. Mind if I sit with you? Oh wait, that sounded rude. I'm sorry if I was rude." She said quickly rushing to apologize and fix his mistake.

[Tundra]

Snowleaf let out a purr of amusement. "You didn't sound rude." She meowed. "I don't mind, you can sit with me." She flicked her tail. "Who was your mentor?" Snowleaf looked around the clearing. "Hey, hold on a second! Where's your mentor?"

[goddess of ducks]

Storkpaw sighed, thankful he hadn't insulted the warrior. Getting in the bad side of the cats older than him, not a good idea, especially when he didn't know how they acted. "Oh my mentor. Uhhhh..." He said distractedly, glancing around the clearing for the site of Barkskip. "He must be sleeping still." He said nervously. He didn't want her to find out that his mentor hadn't been training him, and that his brother had taken on the weight of him. He didn't want to get his mentor in trouble.

[Tundra]

Snowleaf blinked. "Alright," she meowed. "Let me go cheek." She stood up and padded to the warriors den. She peeked inside and spotted Barkskip sleeping in his nest. She padded back and sat down again. "Your right, your mentor is sleeping." She paused for a moment "shouldn't you be training by now?" She asked, her whiskers twitching in suspension.

[goddess of ducks]

Snowleaf blinked. "Alright," she meowed. "Let me go cheek." She stood up and padded to the warriors den. She peeked inside and spotted Barkskip sleeping in his nest. She padded back and sat down again. "Your right, your mentor is sleeping." She paused for a moment "shouldn't you be training by now?" She asked, her whiskers twitching in suspension.
Storkpaw sat there ashamed and embarrassed. He felt heat flushing his cheeks and he dipped his head yo the ground to study the sandy floor below him. Anything that would allow him to keep his eyes away from the feline. "No you don't have to tell me that. I know I need to be training. And- and Barkskip does his best but he can only deal with so many problems. He told me last night he has to work with his actual apprentice today." He muttered bash fully. His voice became quiet r and quieter as he spoke.

[Tundra]

Snowleaf sat there, confused. "His 'actual apprentice'?" Snowleaf meowed. "So your telling me that you lied?" She stood up, glaring down at the apprentice. A low growl sounded from deep in her throat. Her tail began to fluff out. "You should be punished if you did lie!" She growled. "You know better then to lie to a warrior!"

[Empress Of Evil]

"I'm alright." Echospeck mewed modestly. "I caught a few rabbits last night, it was pretty exhausting." He turns his head away ever so slightly, looking to the ground. This is kind of sudden, but, will you come with me tonight? He's takes a breath, revising and readying himself to ask Silvercloud for real, when suddenly he looked over to her foot and instead asked, "Speaking of rabbits, how's your foot doing? That was quite a trip." It happened a whe ago, and in total this is his third time asking. He bites his tongue, another missed opportunity to ask her out.

Nettleclaw peeks his head out a little more, now just enough to see with one eye. Seeing them lounging together, it saddened him, but also bolstered his determination. He waves his tail in anticipation, as he can only barely make out what they are saying through the Clan's usual bustle. So focused in fact he didn't notice Briarwish at all.

[Sorry about this late reply! ^^']
Silvercloud listened intently to what Echospeck had to say. Silvercloud listened carefully to everything Echospeck said. She didn't like to miss out on anything, she was all ears when it came to Echospeck. "You managed to catch some rabbits? That's great! Leaf-bare is always gives everyone a hard time when it comes to catching rabbits, or any animal really", Silvercloud remarked. The ThunderClan watched curiously as Echospeck appeared to be....preparing himself for something? What's he going to say?, Silvercloud thought curiously. The tabby suddenly, and rather randomly, remembered how Echospeck normally went out in the evening to hunt or patrol. Perhaps....he was going to ask her if she wanted to come? The idea excited her, if that really was what was going to happen, then she would be able to spend more time with Echospeck! The tabby she-cat didn't let her disappointment show as Echospeck asked her something else. "It's getting better each day!", Silvercloud said cheerfully. Normally, the ThunderClan was a lot more emotionless when she was near her clanmates, except, Nettleclaw and Echospeck were the only ones who could get her hard exterior to crack and she let down her walls for them.

Briarwish watched Nettleclaw curiously before rolling her eyes in amusement. Briarwish was a snappy cat. She had hardly any patience and was quite a grumpy cat with that. She did have a sense of humour though. She was also extremely sarcastic. Snappy and sarcastic, yes, two great words to describe her. Briarwish padded into the apprentice's den, using a small hole to get in. The she-cat wasn't a very big cat, she was quite small for a warrior her age. "Stalker much", Briarwish remarked as she walked up behind Nettleclaw.

[seasalt]

Sunstrike smiled and nodded. "Alright, let's go!" she said. She tried to think of anything to the south of the camp, but her mind slipped. What was there? "Is there anything you've heard about and wanted to see?" she asked as she walked slowly toward the entrance to camp. Maybe if he mentioned something it would jog her memory.

((Sorry this is so short... :/))

Leafpaw followed slowly, taking in the clearing calmly. This was the first time he would leave, and he wanted to remember it clearly. Leaf green optics watching the camp, slowly inhaling and exhaling, stopping short of the entrance. This was it. Leafpaw quickly caught up with Sunstrike, since she was walking slow, it wasn't that hard, turning his head to her when she asked the question. "No, not really. I don't really know much about the territory much, since I never really asked about these things." Leafpaw answered honestly, a serious, curious, and thoughtful look in his eyes. He wasn't a typical apprentice or kit. More sensible, and intelligent than he looks. Leafpaw didn't mind being different, it just made him not a stereotype, and that was fine with him. Leafpaw listened in the forest carefully, carefully observing the sounds and sights a like, with a focused look on his maw. Serious was enough, it could be supposed.

[Teza]

Leafpaw followed slowly, taking in the clearing calmly. This was the first time he would leave, and he wanted to remember it clearly. Leaf green optics watching the camp, slowly inhaling and exhaling, stopping short of the entrance. This was it. Leafpaw quickly caught up with Sunstrike, since she was walking slow, it wasn't that hard, turning his head to her when she asked the question. "No, not really. I don't really know much about the territory much, since I never really asked about these things." Leafpaw answered honestly, a serious, curious, and thoughtful look in his eyes. He wasn't a typical apprentice or kit. More sensible, and intelligent than he looks. Leafpaw didn't mind being different, it just made him not a stereotype, and that was fine with him. Leafpaw listened in the forest carefully, carefully observing the sounds and sights a like, with a focused look on his maw. Serious was enough, it could be supposed.

Sunstrike nodded, then glanced at the entrance. "Well, let's go explore the Shadowclan border then," she said happily. She then glanced down at Leafpaw, smiling. "Does that sound fun?" she asked, nervousness creeping back into her voice. She waited for her new apprentice to answer before taking a single step further. She just wanted him to be happy with whatever they did. She didn't want to be known as the mentor that makes her apprentices' unhappy with their first day. She shook the thought from her mind. She'd given him the choice in direction, and to be honest, there wasn't much south of camp besides the border. Maybe they'd end up meeting a Shadowclan patrol? Not likely, but hey, as long as something interesting happened, then why call it a waste of a day?

[Teza]

starfall

Bright, green eyes gazed around the Thunderclan clearing, watching the apprentices coming and going with their mentors. Her own mentor was nowhere to be seen, but Duskpaw was okay with that. She didn't really want to do anything anyway. She watched as kits ran around and played in the clearing, annoying almost everyone they came in contact with. Duskpaw wondered is she'd have any peace and quiet again, then shook her head. Surely it'd be fun going on adventures, patrolling the borders, and hunting in the territory. At least when hunting it'll be silent. The young she-cat had just finished making her nest in the Apprentices' den, so her paws were covered in moss as she sat just outside the entrance to her new den. She started cleaning them, just for something to do.

[Phoenix Flames]

Moothebean

Otterpaw walked out of the apprentices' den and walked over to the freshkill pile. She sniffed it and then walked away. I'm not that hungry right now...., she thought, walking back over to the center of camp. She felt a cold glare of a cat staring at her and was toppled over by a golden tabby tom. "Hi, Otterpaw!", Lionpaw, her brother, mewed. "Hi, Lionpaw.", Otterpaw mewed, pushing her brother off. "What are you doing?", the golden tabby asked. "I don't know. I'm bored and I'm just sitting here. I might get a mouse to eat later.", the white furred she-cat mewed. "Oh. Okay. Well, I'm going to go back to the apprentices' den.", Lionpaw said, his tail swishing back and forth as he walked towards the den. Otterpaw licked her chest fur and then licked her left forepaw, rubbing it over her ears, bored. Bored as always..., she thought.

[Maplefur]

With Nettlenose's wandering eyes, he caught a glimps of Thunderstrike. The other tom was wrestling a kit of his hind leg, something Nettle probably would have laughed at, had it not been for Thunderstrike being the tom the kit wouldn't declaw. His gaze only narrowed and he felt a tingling in his paws to move away from the other male, though he didn't know why.

"Oh, no that's okay.." The grey tabby tom mewed. He'd almost forgotten the awkward actions Fogfire had sent his way. For the moment her muzzle was on his.. He couldn't explain the feeling. Safe. That was as close to describing it as he could get. He felt safe around Fogfire, and, truthfully, didn't mind her behavior. Though, most cats do, and right now, he was most cats. Putting on an awkward face, Nettle pretended to be just as frazzled as she. He looked at his friend, holding back a smile.

"Yeah," He answered after the mention of his games, "they're really fun, I think you'll like them." His tail twitched and his spine straightened. He was more confident now that they weren't dwelling on the old subject; this was something he knew. "If you're not doing anything this evening, there are a few that are better played at night," Nettlenose invited the she-cat out with him, still ignoring Thunderstrike. He blinked at her, awaiting an answer.

(Ah I'm sorry that I disappeared- I've honestly been inactive for a while, and I'm still not sure I'm completely coming back... however I couldn't resist these two xD)

Fogfire kept her gaze fixed on her paws, but when she sensed Nettlenose straightening up she flickered her eyes up to meet his. "Oh, I'd love to!" She responded excitedly, tilting her head. Something about the way the tom's gaze was fixed on her sent a shiver down the molly's spine and she already couldn't wait for nightfall. She thought over the evening and if she had any plans; she herself had planned on trying to spend some time with Thunderstrike, but it's not as if the tom was expecting her to... She could afford to skip that.

"I'm not doing anything this evening," Fogfire continued. "What time would be best?" She tilted her head, while her tail tip flicked behind her. She was too excited to stay still, however she didn't know why. Perhaps it was because she would be spending the evening with a cat who actually would care about her, and not every other molly that passed her way. The fluffy cat realized that she didn't know for sure that Nettlenose's attention would be focused on her, yet she already assumed that he was different from Thunderstrike. She pushed this thought away; Nettlenose was different from Thunderstrike, and he wouldn't be jumping at every chance to get away from her. She just knew he wasn't that sort of tom, and the thought brought a smile to her maw as she stared at the tom in front of her.

[Gusty]

[Open post~]

Falconkit padded into the nursery from the clearing. It was chilly outside- despite the beating sun, there were still winds that blew from the north, decreasing the temperature. She shivered a little bit, glad to be inside the warm nuesery once more.

Once again, the molly couldn't find her siblings. Where were they? There was a possibility that they were in the elder's den, listening to the stories about battles and darkness and '"good ol' times".

As a result, Falconkit scrambled around the den, looking keenly for a few friends or companions to play with, or at least to talk to. It would be a relief if she found any- loneliness was something that the cream-coated kit utterly despised.

[Moonsong12]

[Open post~]

Falconkit padded into the nursery from the clearing. It was chilly outside- despite the beating sun, there were still winds that blew from the north, decreasing the temperature. She shivered a little bit, glad to be inside the warm nuesery once more.

Once again, the molly couldn't find her siblings. Where were they? There was a possibility that they were in the elder's den, listening to the stories about battles and darkness and '"good ol' times".

As a result, Falconkit scrambled around the den, looking keenly for a few friends or companions to play with, or at least to talk to. It would be a relief if she found any- loneliness was something that the cream-coated kit utterly despised.
Moonfeather padded into the nursery. She bumped into something."What did I bump into this time?" The blind she-cat asked herself.

[lone]

She hadn't always been like this. Not really, anyway. Before Lightningpaw was apprenticed, she was quite joyful and friendly. Always eager to learn no things, to explore, she was a very lively kit, even when she was only a few moons old. But then her father had left, and that had happened around the time she was finally apprenticed.

Since then, she'd seen life differently than she had when she was younger. Lightningpaw began to see things as the glass half empty, rather than half full. It was as though as she'd been struck with reality, and reality hit hard. It's such a shame, she'd hear the older cats say. She had so much spirit, so much energy, so much life.
There was once a time in her life where she had many friends, then again, when you are young, making friends is easy. There's so much less drama and secrets, and Lightningpaw sometimes found herself wishing for the simplicity of childhood. To some it may seem that she gave into the depression and distress, but this was not the case. She despised feeling his way, and there wasn't one day that went by that she hated her father for doing this to her. She wanted to be happy; a feeling that she didn't feel to often. But it was hard to find joy when her vision was clouded with pain.
But she was so dearly thankful that she had Cariboupaw, he was probably the best thing in her life at the moment. Lightningpaw's spirits lifted a bit whenever her gaze fell upon his white and brown pelt, and she loved that he would always be there for her, and she knew no matter what. He was always there to comfort her in times of need, but there was always a part of her that would remind her that Cariboupaw shouldn't be taken for granted in any way, shape, or form.
She always remembered to hide some of her darker thoughts, hating to pressure him in that way. She tried her best to seem happier than she was when he was around, because she knew that when she was happy, he was happy, and the other way around.
Lightningpaw was always open to him to speak to her about any problems of his, but he didn't do this often, and she sometimes worried that he didn't want to pressure her either. It was almost like a big circle, almost.
Lightningpaw looked over in the direction she heard her voice being called, and smiled a bit when she saw Cariboupaw right there, padding over. When he sat down, she sat up from her previous position. She listened to him speak closely, and shook her head when she was asked if she was doing anything that day, because she wasn't. She smiled a bit, noticing his slight hesitation and said, "Of course, I'm not doing anything today, actually. I'd love to hang out." She meowed, hiding her deeper thoughts and almost forgetting about them for the first time in a while.
The whole Evil Era hadn't helped improve her mood at all. And while unlike Cariboupaw, who was a silent hater, she liked to let others know when she didn't like them. She came so close to shouting at Ratnight that she lost count of the times she held herself back.
And she held back for Cariboupaw, because she had no idea what Ratnight would do to her if she rebelled, and she wouldn't leave Cariboupaw for anything in the world. They needed eachother, and she didn't know what she would do without him. If she died and went to StarClan, she wouldn't be happy until Cariboupaw was with her, even though that seemed selfish of her.
Although that didn't mean that she'd wish him dead, but Lightningpaw knew that without him, she'd feel an empty spot inside of her- a spot that would be filled by no one other than Cariboupaw himself.
One of Lightningpaw's many flaws was that she tended to look at the past rather the future. Never did she think that things would improve- no, she'd think of the pain her father caused her ans that would fill her with the same rage she felt that very day. It wasn't very healthy, and she knew that, but she couldn't stand not being angry at him. After all, he ruined her life.
Inside, Lightningpaw wanted revenge for her father's cowardice. Who wouldn't have? Sometimes she'd purposely remind herself of what he'd done just to fill her with anger, one feeling that came strongest while the rest of hers were weaker. But sometimes it felt good to forget, but she could only forget when she was with Cariboupaw, who made her thing that there was still good in this world. He was the only one who could make her happy, at least that's what she believed.
Never did she once consider making a new friend, for fear that they'd only betray her too, and that was something she wouldn't risk. Lightningpaw never once would consider Cariboupaw betraying her, because he simply wouldn't do that. There are some kinds of cats who you just know wouldn't do anything to purposefully hurt you, and Cariboupaw was one of them.


(sorry it took so long- i'm on mobile haha)
The multi-colored tom looked over at his friend and smiled. It had been a while since just the two of them had gotten to hang out- as friends. Being able to spend time together as clanmates was great and everything, but friends was always better...simply because there was no air of pressure to get duties done. It was just hanging out together, being able to enjoy each other's company. "Great. So, anything particular you'd like to do? Or just stay here a while and catch up?" He asked, glancing over at the she cat again, hues twinkling. It'd been a while since they'd really been able to catch up. Even as friends, and not just as clanmates, sharing the news that they had heard. He felt as though something had been taken from him by not being able to spend as much time with his friend...he just wasn't quite sure of what it was. Perhaps his happiness- but no, Cariboupaw was just as happy and eager to be around other cats as ever. Surprising, considering it seemed as though Ratnight's rule should have taken more of his trust and faith in ThunderClan away from him... and yet it didn't. He wasn't sure quite why the other cats were always so angry. Everything was going to be fine now! Gyrewind- soon to be Gyrestar- was in control, and he seemed to be friendly enough...a good leader, in a shorter manner of speaking. The young tom glanced over at Lightningpaw and smiled again. She had always been there for him. Although she didn't always look like the most approachable of cats, he was always able to walk up to her in the same manner.
　
She was a good cat, after all! Perhaps not as friendly as some might want her to be, but then again, who was? No one was ever 'good enough' for everyone else. Cats were always pushing each other to change, whether it was with their personalites or their appearance....and Cariboupaw was close to sick of it. What was the matter with everyone? Didn't they know, couldn't they tell that what they were doing was wrong? Still, he did his best to make sure that he was always polite and friendly towards other cats. That was all that he could do, wasn't it? Be friendly, polite, and try to cheer someone up. Brighten up their day, in a way. That was what the young tom wanted to do. He was close to being a warrior by now- they both were. Soon they wouldn't have to worry about apprentice duties and training...though it was true that they would have to do other things. Help the Clan in more ways. Perhaps we'll even have apprentices of their own, the tom thought with a faint smile flickering across his features.
　
That was probably what he was looking fowards to most, having an apprentice of his own. Cariboupaw wanted a younger cat to train so badly he was almost desperate. He didn't care what they were like, pretty soon he would have them becoming a great warrior who was always active in helping the Clan. "What are you looking fowards to most about becoming a warrior?" The tom asked his friend, glancing over at her curiously. This was something that he really cared about knowing, so he was careful to give her his full attention. He tended to get distracted easily- though he certainly didn't mean to, and he didn't want her to think that he was being rude. Cariboupaw kept his hues fixed on her, though his white tipped tail was twitching back and forth almost as though it had a mind of it's own. He remembered having other young cats jumping on his tail, thinking it was some sort of a snake- or a weasel- and then him getting frustrated with them. I was a lot more impatient back then, he thought with a short laugh. And yet he knew better now. He was smarter- faster- stronger then he had been back then. Smarter, most of all. He had been fairly strong and fast for a kit, but his intelligence had certainly been lacking. In more ways then one, if he were being honest with himself. He wished that he had been smarter. Back then, if only he had known what the future had held, he wouldn't have wasted time. And now so many cats that he cared about- including his mentor- were dead and gone, and he had never told them how much he cared about them. Lightningpaw was the exception. He told her often that he cared about her, just in case something were to happen the next day.
　
He hadn't always looked for the good in everything. Looked for the best in other cats, the best in himself...he used to find the worst in everything and everyone. And what had made him this way? Well, Ratnight's cruelty had surprisingly played a part. But most of all, it had been his best friend herself- yes, he had realized that he needed to calm down and become a better cat for her. Because if nothing else, Cariboupaw cared about Lightningpaw. So much. He had told her it several times, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to say it again...not at the moment, of course. Humiliation was something that had never been very active in the tom's life and he wasn't planning to start practicing it now. That would be far too awkward and might even send him spinning back into his old self, the part of himself that he had believed to be buried forever, that he had believed to be dead and gone. And yet at times he wondered if it would show back up. If he would become who he had been.
　
The cat that he thought had been gone forever, but...was there just the slightest chance that that cat could come back? A monster, he thought, a shudder going down his spine. He was terrified that something like that could happen. Finally, Cariboupaw averted his hues from his friend and turned them upwards, towards the sky. He had always loved the sky. Not only because of the overall sheer beauty of it, the white against the blue, but because of the creatures that soared there: birds. The multi-colored feline had often thought about being a bird, especially because he had wondered what it would be like, soaring up there with nothing in his way, nothing to stop him, just open air...until some predator caught him. But until then he would be free, free with everywhere in the world to go, and as long as he stayed out of the reach of a cat's claws, he would be safe. Safety and freedom- hard to have both, and yet that was the tom's deepest desire. But he knew that as long as he lived in a Clan...he wouldn't be truly free. He would never leave the Clan, of course.
　
Lightningpaw needed him...or was it that he needed her?

[Starfall]

{XD I'm far from an angel according to my sister...but thx (:

And yay! So glad your inspiration's back!!}

Hawkfeather grinned at the tom again, although her hues seemed to hold a farther off, more distant look as she did so. For the moment being, she was no longer in the clearing- or at least, no longer in the present clearing. She was in a clearing before the fire, before the battle, a long time ago when she had still thought everything would stay the same. She was beginning to realize how naïve of her that had been. But she had been young. No- she still was young. Young and learning in a way that she would never understand. Learning about things she would never understand. And why? Well, she supposed they were necessary points of life that she would have to learn at some point or another, but the question that kept playing in her head was why she had to learn them now. Wouldn't it be simpler to learn these silly things when she was actually going to use them? And if she was actually going to use them? Hawkfeather sighed, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth as she glanced over at Bluejay. He had been through the same things she had. Well- as far as the past few moons went, he had, at least. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose part of her family in something so horrible as a fire. Though she could still remember the screams, the sounds- once again, the she cat tried to shut the awful memory out from her mind, though she knew it was unlikely she'd be able to do so successfully. And even if she could...that memory was as much a part of her as her Clan life was. It was part of her Clan life. She would remember it- and maybe someday it would come in handy. The she cat's blue hues fixed themselves on Bluejay as he began to speak again.

"Oh, I don't want respect. I was just saying I would hope you would if I were leader, cause y'know...leaders always want lots of respect. The ones I remember, anyways. Never really saw Ashstar that much. That's an interesting point you made, though...but I dunno if it's true. I mean, a leader could have confidence, power and hope, but could be really dumb. Or be super unagile. Would you want a leader like that leading us into battle? Making decisions for our Clan?" Hawkfeather asked, cocking her head to the side as she examined the tom. For all she cared, as long as Gyrewind- soon to be Gyrestar, she would have to remember that- was concerned, as long as he didn't end up like Ratnight and led the Clan honestly and intelligently, even if he didn't have power or confidence...she would be happy.


Because after all, the Clan members were there to help with things like power and confidence. Intelligence and honesty were things that weren't built up as easily- and she supposed hope wasn't either. Hope was a good thing to have, even in the dark times that had been going on. "Well, wherever she is now, I'm sure she's proud of you." Hawkfeather mewed, her voice becoming more gentle and less sweet and happy. She did have the ability to calm down. Sometimes it was surprising, at other times, it seemed almost as though she really understood. And although she didn't know what it was like to lose someone in a fire, she could understand what it was like for someone you cared about to leave you. But in her voice, it sounded almost as though she had been there. Like she was absolutely sure, without a shadow of a doubt. "Oh. Well, don't blame your sister...some cats just can't stay in one place. Either that or they don't feel like their birth place- or the place that they end up at, in you guys' case- is where they're meant to be," The she cat smiled again, a bright, airy expression on her features. Her voice didn't sound as calm and understanding now. It sounded bright and cheerful again, like the naïve younger warrior that everyone expected her to be. That she...was, in a manner of speaking. She laughed as the tom spoke again, her eyes sparking with that familiar bright light that they seemed to carry so often. "Well, that's me...fast. I guess. I've been described that way, at least cats say I talk fast, and they say I'm super cheerful all the time. I guess I do kinda come off that way, huh?" She asked, cocking her head to the side as she examined the silver warrior, waiting for an answer.
{Awe well you're an Angel to me~
And ikr?! It's amazing, and sorry for the late response.}

The silver warrior smirked and Hawkfeather, his whiskers twitched and his blue hues danced with confidence and amusement "From the sound of things, you don't believe in Hope. Even though it's only a four letter word, it holds much more than meets the eye." he purred, the molly made a good point, most warriors wanted a leader that was smart, and strong, but for him, he just wanted a leader that hoped, a leader that believed in his clan, and had the confidence to lead that clan with his one beliefs. He turned his gaze to the sky, watching the clouds drift apart, it was enticing, this conversation, it was almost better than the laugh's he's had with Fala, but, at the moment, the loner was just another she cat, a blurred face, someone he could only remember by face, not by name. Just like his father, just like his sister, and Wingdrop was also becoming blurry, spending less and less time with him, his family was leaving him behind, and it made his heart ache, it almost made his heart throb when the warrior said that his mother was proud of him, it almost made tears well up in his eyes, but he couldn't let that happen, he had to keep his usual scowling face, seem tough, or else his clan would leave him behind. Bluejay turned his attention back to his companion and smiled, her saying that brought his spirits up a bit, though a thorn of annoyance stabbed his heart at the mention of Dovecloud "Thank you, and it would have been nice if she stayed with us, instead of leaving us behind, we're her family for Starclans sake." he spat, his fur rose with anger, he hated the choices his sister made, and he hated the fact that he wasn't there to help her heal the wounds made by those choices, he was supposed to be the Tom of the family, yet his sisters we're mentally breaking, and he couldn't stop it.
The warrior let out a sigh and looked at Hawkfeather apologetically, feeling bad for snapping at her, it wasn't her fault his family was crumbling "I just wished she wasn't an absolute mousebrain is all. It would make my life easier, keep my hair from turning silver....oh, wait." he trailed off, realizing that his fur, was indeed, already silver. He let out a chuckle and watched a little kit run by, he thought of Dovecloud and the day she gave birth, he was able to go and cheer her on, thank's to Ratnight and Singenight, and the fact that they actually had emotions, which surprised him. He narrowed his eyes and let out a snort, him, being a father was funny to him, he wouldn't be a very good one, but if he ever did, he would be better than his father, and that was a promise. The moment the molly started laughing, it made his heart drop and all he saw was white, it was a beautiful sound, and he decided that he loved it. It made him feel bubbles in his stomach, he decided that he would protect that sound. He himself let out a laugh and cuffed the molly on the ear, a rare show of affection, he grew close to her quickly in a very short amount of time, he may even consider her a close friend, though he would never say that aloud. "Hmm, yes, very energenic, bubbly, fast, and talkative." he snorted, a playful gleam in his eyes, it's been a while since he's had this much fun, a pawful of moons infact, he welcomed it, but at the same time he also knew it would come to an end, so he already began to miss it. He turned his gaze to the entrance, then back at Hawkfeather, question and curiosity shone is his blue hues "What do I come off as?" he questioned, his tail tip flicked back and forth as he awaited the answer, he hoped that it wasn't rude, creepy, or sassy or anything like that.

[Zero]

As she heard pawsteps coming her way, South's head instantly jerked up, swiveling her ears towards the sound of a cat approaching them. She let her blue gaze take in the appearance of Zerosight, and couldn't help but softly gasp. Right off, she could easily tell that this time was rather old, and definitely... "Blind?" she echoed under her breath, having no regard for how offensive that would sound had he heard her. The ginger and white she-cat continued to stand there, observing the tom. This? This is what my brother died for? What did he ever do to deserve that? she thought, a bit of anger boiling inside her belly. She'd expected the cat to be a leader of some sort. A more... well, cat looking feline. This tom in front of her... He was weak and frail. He shouldn't been the one to die. Not North she thought, her eyes narrowing just a bit. "Are you Zerosight?" she asked, an edge to her voice as she spoke. She'd wanted to put her best paw forward, but after seeing the state this so-called "medicine cat" was in, infuriated South, and unconsciously her claws slid out from their sheaths. Not even giving him a moment to answer, the she-cat started into it, trying to swallow the bile that had risen in her throat. "We're here to talk about North. Or, Northpath. Whoever he was known as here." She stared at the tom, right into his sightless eyes, and wished with all she had that he could see.

West's pelt prickled up at the sight of a frail, old cat padding up to them. "This can't be the cat he died for..." The tom mumbled under his breath to himself, his blue eyes narrowed into slits. This tom's life is basically over, he looks like he's about to topple over and die right here! North had his whole life in front of him! This was all the young tom could think, the anger building and building inside of him. However, he just stood there, trembling as he held it all inside... at least for now. I'll give him a chance... The white tom took a deep breath in and then let it out, leveling his gaze and studying the tom as he padded closer. He instantly noticed that he wasn't looking directly at them, and after a moment of staring into the pale blue orbs of the other cat, he realized that this tom was not only weak and frail, but blind too. "No way," He blatently stated, his ears flattened. "You can't be the cat Northpath died for..."

Zerosight stopped a few tail lengths from the two strangers, breathing in through his mouth to taste their scent. If he hadn't been sure of who they were before, he definitely didn't know now. The more he smelt them, the more unfamiliar their scents became, the tiny bit of familiarity disappearing beneath the rest of the unknown. He could almost feel their unapproving stares digging into his pelt, and fluffed up his fur to look as big as he could. The tom opened his mouth, about to ask what they wanted with him, but froze when the she-cat spoke first. "Yes, I'm Zerosight..." He meowed uncertainly, but his voice still had a cold and clipped tone to it, even underneath being unsure about himself. However, he completely froze when she mentioned the name of his beloved, deceased apprentice. "Wha-" He clamped his mouth shut, his teeth knashing together harshly for a moment. "I don't talk about Northpath," He growled. "Not to anybody." The tom blinked away the threat of tears even though his eyes burned. "So you should leave." No crying. Not here. He turned as if to pad away.

[spade]

West's pelt prickled up at the sight of a frail, old cat padding up to them. "This can't be the cat he died for..." The tom mumbled under his breath to himself, his blue eyes narrowed into slits. This tom's life is basically over, he looks like he's about to topple over and die right here! North had his whole life in front of him! This was all the young tom could think, the anger building and building inside of him. However, he just stood there, trembling as he held it all inside... at least for now. I'll give him a chance... The white tom took a deep breath in and then let it out, leveling his gaze and studying the tom as he padded closer. He instantly noticed that he wasn't looking directly at them, and after a moment of staring into the pale blue orbs of the other cat, he realized that this tom was not only weak and frail, but blind too. "No way," He blatently stated, his ears flattened. "You can't be the cat Northpath died for..."

Zerosight stopped a few tail lengths from the two strangers, breathing in through his mouth to taste their scent. If he hadn't been sure of who they were before, he definitely didn't know now. The more he smelt them, the more unfamiliar their scents became, the tiny bit of familiarity disappearing beneath the rest of the unknown. He could almost feel their unapproving stares digging into his pelt, and fluffed up his fur to look as big as he could. The tom opened his mouth, about to ask what they wanted with him, but froze when the she-cat spoke first. "Yes, I'm Zerosight..." He meowed uncertainly, but his voice still had a cold and clipped tone to it, even underneath being unsure about himself. However, he completely froze when she mentioned the name of his beloved, deceased apprentice. "Wha-" He clamped his mouth shut, his teeth knashing together harshly for a moment. "I don't talk about Northpath," He growled. "Not to anybody." The tom blinked away the threat of tears even though his eyes burned. "So you should leave." No crying. Not here. He turned as if to pad away.

South watched Zerosight turn away, and something inside of her flipped. She hadn't come all the way from the comfort of the neighborhood she roamed, gotten who knows how many brambles and burrs stuck in her fur, a thorn in her pawpad, and followed a grumpy Clan cat just to have this sightless excuse for a cat turn away. A low growl rumbled in her chest and for a moment, the ginger and white she-cat forgot about where exactly she was and who was around her; and how her and West were outnumbered largely. Without a moment of hesitation, she let out a snarl and whipped in front of Zerosight, stopping dead in front of him and bracing for him to run smack into her for how close she now stood. Her fur was raised along her spine, ears pinned tightly against her head. South barred her teeth just a little as she lowered her head. "Listen," she snapped, each word dripping with poison as she spoke. "You are going to "talk" about North. He is our brother. We deserve to know what happened to him, and why he died for you." She paused, anger flaming inside of her small body, causing her whole frame to shake. "You were what, he mentor? I know Littledragon said something about him being an apprentice. Aren't mentor's suppose to look after apprentices? Why did he die for you? He had his whole life!" By now, South had raised her voice quite audibly, drawing the attention of nearby cats. Littledragon perked her head up from where she saw, tensing her muscles and preparing to sprint over incase things went astray. South barely noticed any of this as she continued to glare at Zerosight, a growl still rumbling in her chest.

[lone]

"Well I think it describes the way my twoleg thought of me. They loved me," he gazed at the ground for a moment,his ears twitching. He normally didn't talk about his past,much less to a kit,but he thought it would be useful to have the more open idea of kitty-pets in the clan when sharing his story. "I feel as much love as I could from my clanmates,as if I were born in the same place as them. The only difference is our bloodline. Though to me is describes the way I feel about everybody else,I love my clan quiet fiercely,and I like to show love too." he smiled at the last part. Which was true,he was rather affectionate and gentle when it came to cats he cared about,and sometimes may come off as full of himself and snobby to others when in reality he just cared. Sometimes to much. He would die for anycat in his clan in a heartbeat if he had to prove the point. The only part he disliked about being a kittypet, was that he was taken from his mother at a young age. He only remembers he scent and her name,not even what she looked like it was so long ago. He was the only cat in his old twoleg den which made it become rather lonely at times,which is why he liked to show much affection towards his clan. He's the family he never got a chance to have.

The kit looked up at the tom, in a semi-surprised manner. She hadn't expected him to go into a kittypet background. Most cats wouldn't- they were generally pretty picky and not always polite- not that she was always polite either, but they could be really rough when it came to their backgrounds. The she cat sighed, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth in thought as she listened to his next thought. "So do you like your name? I mean, I gather it suits you pretty well now- but is it the kind of name you wanted?" Kestrelkit asked, glancing up at him again. She loved her name. She had seen a kestrel once- a proud, fierce bird of prey, circling the skies and crying out in a shrill, harsh sound. She liked that symbol, that she was a free cat...not just another face in a crowd. She was going places- like up, she thought with a smile. Kestrelkit was certainly an ambitious young cat...though it wasn't like she could start planning for the future now. And why would she? It wouldn't do her any good until she was older...a lot older. Kestrelkit sighed, yawning as she did so, finding herself half exhausted as she realized she hadn't gotten much sleep lately. Sleep, in her opinion, was technically for someone who needed it for energy- but it wouldn't do me any harm to take a nap. Maybe I'll do that later, she thought. She'd seen warriors lying around camp sleeping, so it certainly wasn't a kit thing. She glanced up at Aime'Storm again, cocking her head to the side as she did so. How far had he come? Had he joined the Clan as a kit, or a young adult? She had so many questions, but she didn't want to ask them...not yet, anyways.

[graves]

The kit looked up at the tom, in a semi-surprised manner. She hadn't expected him to go into a kittypet background. Most cats wouldn't- they were generally pretty picky and not always polite- not that she was always polite either, but they could be really rough when it came to their backgrounds. The she cat sighed, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth in thought as she listened to his next thought. "So do you like your name? I mean, I gather it suits you pretty well now- but is it the kind of name you wanted?" Kestrelkit asked, glancing up at him again. She loved her name. She had seen a kestrel once- a proud, fierce bird of prey, circling the skies and crying out in a shrill, harsh sound. She liked that symbol, that she was a free cat...not just another face in a crowd. She was going places- like up, she thought with a smile. Kestrelkit was certainly an ambitious young cat...though it wasn't like she could start planning for the future now. And why would she? It wouldn't do her any good until she was older...a lot older. Kestrelkit sighed, yawning as she did so, finding herself half exhausted as she realized she hadn't gotten much sleep lately. Sleep, in her opinion, was technically for someone who needed it for energy- but it wouldn't do me any harm to take a nap. Maybe I'll do that later, she thought. She'd seen warriors lying around camp sleeping, so it certainly wasn't a kit thing. She glanced up at Aime'Storm again, cocking her head to the side as she did so. How far had he come? Had he joined the Clan as a kit, or a young adult? She had so many questions, but she didn't want to ask them...not yet, anyways.
He nodded immediately,"A name represents who you are. Now while I may hold no loyalty to my kittypet past,I would never want to forget where I came from. It's shaped who I am." his voice was calm. He didn't mind explaining about his past,he was used to cats asking or judging by now. He remembers when he joined Thunderclan,he was older,probably a young adult. His owner had passed away and once rehomed he was never happy. His original owners had a garden. He swears he could still smell the fresh barlry,it was mouth watering which triggered his need to be in the forest,which when he found Thunderclan. He had always kept his name as a remembrance,honor. It was a reminder of his old life but he didn't mind,his name showed who he was and he didn't mind that. He didn't care if cats didn't like the fact he used to be a kittypet,infact he could car less and give them an earful about it.

[lionpaw]

hi
:wave5:

[lone]

{Awe well you're an Angel to me~

And ikr?! It's amazing, and sorry for the late response.}

The silver warrior smirked and Hawkfeather, his whiskers twitched and his blue hues danced with confidence and amusement "From the sound of things, you don't believe in Hope. Even though it's only a four letter word, it holds much more than meets the eye." he purred, the molly made a good point, most warriors wanted a leader that was smart, and strong, but for him, he just wanted a leader that hoped, a leader that believed in his clan, and had the confidence to lead that clan with his one beliefs. He turned his gaze to the sky, watching the clouds drift apart, it was enticing, this conversation, it was almost better than the laugh's he's had with Fala, but, at the moment, the loner was just another she cat, a blurred face, someone he could only remember by face, not by name. Just like his father, just like his sister, and Wingdrop was also becoming blurry, spending less and less time with him, his family was leaving him behind, and it made his heart ache, it almost made his heart throb when the warrior said that his mother was proud of him, it almost made tears well up in his eyes, but he couldn't let that happen, he had to keep his usual scowling face, seem tough, or else his clan would leave him behind. Bluejay turned his attention back to his companion and smiled, her saying that brought his spirits up a bit, though a thorn of annoyance stabbed his heart at the mention of Dovecloud "Thank you, and it would have been nice if she stayed with us, instead of leaving us behind, we're her family for Starclans sake." he spat, his fur rose with anger, he hated the choices his sister made, and he hated the fact that he wasn't there to help her heal the wounds made by those choices, he was supposed to be the Tom of the family, yet his sisters we're mentally breaking, and he couldn't stop it.

The warrior let out a sigh and looked at Hawkfeather apologetically, feeling bad for snapping at her, it wasn't her fault his family was crumbling "I just wished she wasn't an absolute mousebrain is all. It would make my life easier, keep my hair from turning silver....oh, wait." he trailed off, realizing that his fur, was indeed, already silver. He let out a chuckle and watched a little kit run by, he thought of Dovecloud and the day she gave birth, he was able to go and cheer her on, thank's to Ratnight and Singenight, and the fact that they actually had emotions, which surprised him. He narrowed his eyes and let out a snort, him, being a father was funny to him, he wouldn't be a very good one, but if he ever did, he would be better than his father, and that was a promise. The moment the molly started laughing, it made his heart drop and all he saw was white, it was a beautiful sound, and he decided that he loved it. It made him feel bubbles in his stomach, he decided that he would protect that sound. He himself let out a laugh and cuffed the molly on the ear, a rare show of affection, he grew close to her quickly in a very short amount of time, he may even consider her a close friend, though he would never say that aloud. "Hmm, yes, very energenic, bubbly, fast, and talkative." he snorted, a playful gleam in his eyes, it's been a while since he's had this much fun, a pawful of moons infact, he welcomed it, but at the same time he also knew it would come to an end, so he already began to miss it. He turned his gaze to the entrance, then back at Hawkfeather, question and curiosity shone is his blue hues "What do I come off as?" he questioned, his tail tip flicked back and forth as he awaited the answer, he hoped that it wasn't rude, creepy, or sassy or anything like that.

{Aw, well thank you ^^
No worries! I'm late responding too, XD...sorry about that}

The tabby she cat looked slightly embarrassed for a moment before her cheerful attitude seemed to return. "I believe in hope! It's just...I would prefer our leader to be someone who takes action rather then just hoping for things to get better. I, personally, always hope for the best. But the cat who's going to lead us all...I don't know, it just seems like it wouldn't work very well that way." Hawkfeather shrugged, cocking her head to the side as her own blue hues seemed to dance like miniature flames. She was a little tired. It had been a while since the female had gotten a good night's rest.

She wouldn't end a good conversation for anything in the world, though. Hawkfeather glanced up at the sky, cocking her head to the side as the bright rays of the sun seemed to beam into her blue hues. She averted them from the large ball of light, and they seemed to come back to Bluejay. He was nice. She hadn't really imagined him being this nice when she had first seen him, but now...now there wasn't a doubt in her mind that the tom was really a friendly cat. Her blue hues narrowed a little, grew a little darker with the hate-filled way the silver warrior spoke of his sister. She didn't like it. It sent a chill prickling down her spine, and she felt tempted to rebuke him for it- but she thought better once she realized that it was true, his sister had left them, and she could imagine that had been a hard thing to go through for Bluejay and his family.

Too bad she would never meet his sister, although there was always a chance that if it came to it, she may have to fight her new friend's kin in battle...she didn't like the thought of that. The young feline glanced back up at the sky, blue that looked both like her own hues and Bluejay's. She liked the color blue. It was a strange thing for a young she cat to like, but the young warrior wasn't really an ordinary she cat. She seemed to be more excitable. More interested in...everything, really. She glanced back at Bluejay, flashing him a third smile. At the moment, even after everything that had happened...Hawkfeather was happy. She was excited for the promises of the future, and- as was her nature- she continued to have hope. The warrior fixed her blue hues on Bluejay as he spoke.

For a moment she was silent, and then she burst into laughter, her tail twitching back and forth and blue hues gleaming in merriment. "I don't think your hair could get any more silver," She mewed between giggles. Hawkfeather couldn't remember the last time she had laughed this hard...and indeed, perhaps it had been never. She was glad she had introduced herself to the tom, and he had been willing to talk with her; this was nice. It was the nicest conversation she'd had the chance to have in a long time, and she was grateful for that. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth even after she finished laughing and she tried to calm herself down- it wouldn't do her any good to continue onwards. She would most likely begin to annoy the tom, and the thought made her calm down quite considerably.

She tried to duck under his cuff, but he managed to land it anyways. For a moment Hawkfeather's hues narrowed and it looked as though she actually might be angry, but all was forgotten in a moment when she playfully nudged him and laughed again. "Really? Cause you know I can be very serious sometimes- and quiet! I can be so quiet you won't even know I'm here, or that I'm alive at all," Hawkfeather mewed, and then she squeezed her blue hues shut and clamped her mouth closed, sitting completely still. After a moment's silence, she opened one eye and glanced at him as though to say see how quiet I can be? Her joke was forgotten at his next question and she thought for a moment, looking him up and down. Hawkfeather liked to bring out the good qualities in a cat, and there were a lot of them with Bluejay...but not all of them were the best. That's alright. No one's perfect! She thought with a bright smile as the tip of her tail twitched merrily again. "Um-m...sweet. And really nice, you're a good cat...sorta spiteful against your sister, and...lonely. You seem like you could use more friends." Hawkfeather mewed, cocking her head to the side. Was that how the tom viewed himself? Or did he view himself differently?

[lone]

He nodded immediately,"A name represents who you are. Now while I may hold no loyalty to my kittypet past,I would never want to forget where I came from. It's shaped who I am." his voice was calm. He didn't mind explaining about his past,he was used to cats asking or judging by now. He remembers when he joined Thunderclan,he was older,probably a young adult. His owner had passed away and once rehomed he was never happy. His original owners had a garden. He swears he could still smell the fresh barlry,it was mouth watering which triggered his need to be in the forest,which when he found Thunderclan. He had always kept his name as a remembrance,honor. It was a reminder of his old life but he didn't mind,his name showed who he was and he didn't mind that. He didn't care if cats didn't like the fact he used to be a kittypet,infact he could car less and give them an earful about it.






The sand-colored she cat listened to the warrior's words, half transfixed. She was amazed by how much he seemed to know; but after a moment her amazement faded and she shrugged a little. "That's an interesting thought. So you've taken a name that your twolegs gave you...and made it your own?" The female asked with a curious expression. That was a nice thought...being able to take something and make it belong to you. She had often seen cats doing things that she could have sworn weren't good things...but maybe, like Aime'Storm had, they were taking those things and making them their own.



Kestrelkit herself did a few things that might be questionable...though she always pleaded her good intentions. She wasn't a bad cat, not really...as a matter of fact, she was a quite sweet young feline. It was somewhat odd, realizing that this sweet young kit was the very same one who might be speaking things that either made so much sense they were surprising, or didn't make any sense. Kestrelkit glanced back at the warrior, awaiting his response.

@SpiralTheRival (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=67)

Ashenkit sat in the clearing, curling his tail around his paws. It wouldn't be long before he would be made an apprentice...and surely Honeykit would be made one with him, right? They were about the same age, and once they were made apprentices, maybe they could train together! That'd be great, the grey and black tom thought with a grin plastered on his maw. He loved making new friends, and he was sure that he and his mentor would be best friends. The best of friends. Right? They had to be, mentors and apprentices had a special bond that Ashenkit was sure didn't exist anywhere else. And he and his mentor would be great friends. Just like he and Honeykit were, only he could never have another friend like his sweet natured golden one. She was one special cat...in his mind, anyways. There was no way that she couldn't be! After all, during the fire, she had helped him.

And he had found out that she thought she was clumsy. Truth be told, Ashenkit hadn't noticed it before then...but now it seemed like every time she tripped, or missed a hit, all he could think of were her words. He wasn't sure why, knowing that there were so many good things about the sweet natured she cat, but he supposed that was part of what he called his 'curse.' Maybe he was doomed to lose all friends, including this newest one. It wasn't a nice thought, and it was one that sent shudders up and down Ashenkit's spine, but he ignored them the best he could.

Where was Honeykit, anyways? He hadn't seen her in...days.

[JaxenAmethyst]

xxJaggededgexx
A.K.A. Sheathedawn

Leopardfang padded through the camp entrance, 1 squirrel, 2 mice, and 1 vole clamped in his jaws by their tails. The leopard-printed tom smirked as if showing off. Though he truly hoped to gain his loyalty back since his past hasn't been so kind to him. His father was a traitor, he's gotten defensive and almost killed some cats at a Gathering because they've all asked "isn't "Leopard" a she-cat name?". Ever since his punishment trial has ended, he's worked extra hard, hoping that the leader would see and approve of his work. Yet, no luck.

He shook his head and began padding to the fresh-kill pile. He lowered his head and opened his jaws, letting the prey fall.

Leopardfang lay down next to the Highrock, cleansing himself, when he saw a she-cat appear. It was his mate, Sheathedawn. "Hey, Sheathedawn! It seems the kits could come any heartbeat! Why aren't you in the Nursery? Or at least the Medicine Cat's den!"

(Remember we agreed to skip to when Sheathedawn had her kits...so let's do AFTER now :3 You go)

[Reverie]

xxJaggededgexx
A.K.A. Sheathedawn

Leopardfang padded through the camp entrance, 1 squirrel, 2 mice, and 1 vole clamped in his jaws by their tails. The leopard-printed tom smirked as if showing off. Though he truly hoped to gain his loyalty back since his past hasn't been so kind to him. His father was a traitor, he's gotten defensive and almost killed some cats at a Gathering because they've all asked "isn't "Leopard" a she-cat name?". Ever since his punishment trial has ended, he's worked extra hard, hoping that the leader would see and approve of his work. Yet, no luck.

He shook his head and began padding to the fresh-kill pile. He lowered his head and opened his jaws, letting the prey fall.

Leopardfang lay down next to the Highrock, cleansing himself, when he saw a she-cat appear. It was his mate, Sheathedawn. "Hey, Sheathedawn! It seems the kits could come any heartbeat! Why aren't you in the Nursery? Or at least the Medicine Cat's den!"

(Remember we agreed to skip to when Sheathedawn had her kits...so let's do AFTER now :3 You go)

She nodded, her swollen belly swaying as she walked near.

(Timeskip

[Gusty]

Moonfeather padded into the nursery. She bumped into something."What did I bump into this time?" The blind she-cat asked herself.
"What?" The she-kit squeaked, obviously surprised that she bumped into a large mass. It took her half of a second to regain her usual friendly composure. "Oh, hello! I'm Falconkit!" She said, baring her small fangs into a smile. "I'm Sagefrost's kitten."

She continued talking briskly. "Do you have any kittens of your own?" Her orbs scanned the nursery ground towards the various bundles of fur- some of them newborn, some of them much older. Falconkit rashly assumed that Moonfeather was a queen- why else would a fully-grown cat enter the nursery?. Her problem-solving skills were growing as time progressed, but they weren't anything near to the one of an apprentice or warrior.