ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[Moonsong12]

"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.
"Hello Falconkit, I'm Moonfeather. Nice to meet you."Moonfeather's ears went back."No. I was in love with a cat but they left the clan." Two small tears fell out of Moonfeather's eyes."Why are you wondering into the warriors den?" She inquired, thinking she was in the warriors den.

[Silvershadow]

Icetail padded into the nursery, her belly swinging as she walked into the den*

[graves]

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.

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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.
The brown tabby nodded,"A name is suppose to represent who you are,my names just different because my past is different,which isn't necessarily bad." unlike some cats he was open about his past,and had grown to use to the constant questioning and judgment. He vowed when he joined Thunderclan to keep his loyalty to them and he has,so he doesn't pay mind to cats who dislike him because of his background. He proves them wrong by living,breathing,and experiencing his clan every single living moment of his life. He had even adapted the belief of Starclan,and held his faith passionately. It's as if he were a clan cat,the only thing seperating him was his bloodline. Him and a few other cats that had kittypet background went through something during the Era,personally him was a good target by his own clan but most of the cats that attacked him had either died or had fled in shame after the corrupted leaders were deranked. Because of this,he held his background in pride,not shame.

[lone]

The brown tabby nodded,"A name is suppose to represent who you are,my names just different because my past is different,which isn't necessarily bad." unlike some cats he was open about his past,and had grown to use to the constant questioning and judgment. He vowed when he joined Thunderclan to keep his loyalty to them and he has,so he doesn't pay mind to cats who dislike him because of his background. He proves them wrong by living,breathing,and experiencing his clan every single living moment of his life. He had even adapted the belief of Starclan,and held his faith passionately. It's as if he were a clan cat,the only thing seperating him was his bloodline. Him and a few other cats that had kittypet background went through something during the Era,personally him was a good target by his own clan but most of the cats that attacked him had either died or had fled in shame after the corrupted leaders were deranked. Because of this,he held his background in pride,not shame.
The feline's hues remained fixed solely on Aime'Storm, listening to him speaking. For the moment being, the older kit was transfixed; she was amazed by what he was saying. The reason why was uncertain, but it was clear that she was thinking about what he had said. "That's interesting. I never really thought of it like that before." Kestrelkit mewed, cocking her head to the side. First this tom had come and made a name his own, and now he was explaining to her that a name showed who you were. She liked to think her name reflected her personality- in a way, that was. She loved the type of bird a kestrel was, and she liked that her name seemed to show that she, like the bird, was a free spirit- proud, fierce, independent.

It seemed as though nothing could shake this young cat, not until she was ready to allow it to fully impact her. She glanced at the warrior again, wondering who the young cat to be his apprentice was. He didn't know either; that was something that Kestrelkit found they shared in common. If common attributes were things like that, then she and the older warrior shared quite a few things in common. The tip of Kestrelkit's tail twitched as she continued to hold her gaze on the tom.

[JaxenAmethyst]

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

(Timeskip
So, now it's after Sheathedawn had her kits.

Leopardfang ran in the Nursery. "Did you name them?" He asked, out of breath. He had been warned, and ran back from a border patrol.

[Reverie]

So, now it's after Sheathedawn had her kits.

Leopardfang ran in the Nursery. "Did you name them?" He asked, out of breath. He had been warned, and ran back from a border patrol.
"I waited for you."

[Brilliance]

Running...jumping...laughing...more running...more jumping...screaming...yelling...painful yowls...
Featherspeckle thrashed her tail as she slept for a nap. She muttered loathing nothings, and her breathing begin to hitch. As far as she knew, the beginning was as sweet as it could be; she was running in a field of wildflowers, sniffing every sweet scent that entered her nostrils. Next thing she knew, it was raining. Then, it was thundering. Then there was lightening, the most thing she was afraid of. Then, there was more running. The voices were following her, trying to get her into a small corner to take advantage of her. She lashed out at them, baring her fangs to warn them to stay away, but no one was there, when she opened her eyes. The rain, the thunder, continued. Those voices were gone. Then, she felt pain, deep within her, swirling around her heart.
This is what woke her up.
She heard a bit of chatter, and her ears perked, but she didn't catch anything of what the cats were saying. However, she did notice a slight damp in her fur. Sweat. She let out a deep sigh and begin taking a few licks at her fur in an attempt to clean herself. ''This is why I don't take naps midday.'' She shuddered. ''Or, sleep at all...''

[Gusty]

"Hello Falconkit, I'm Moonfeather. Nice to meet you."Moonfeather's ears went back."No. I was in love with a cat but they left the clan." Two small tears fell out of Moonfeather's eyes."Why are you wondering into the warriors den?" She inquired, thinking she was in the warriors den.
Falconkit's eyes widened at the fact that Moonfeather loved a cat that left the clan. How was that possible, she naively wondered. Why would a cat want to leave the clan? That's impossible. Our clan is the greatest place to stay- a well-rounded society protected from evil, a place where we can get plenty of food... there are dangers outside of ThunderClan territory! No cat should leave willingly!

But the Siamese was easily shaken out of her thoughts by listening to the next question. "No, we're in the nursery." Her tail flicked around, pointing to the various petite bundles of fur. "Umm, I haven't been to the warrior's den before, but I think larger cats sleep there." She was proud to point out this piece of information.

Falconkit still didn't realize that Moonfeather was blind- she was too innocent to know that the loss of vision even existed.

[lone]

Running...jumping...laughing...more running...more jumping...screaming...yelling...painful yowls...
Featherspeckle thrashed her tail as she slept for a nap. She muttered loathing nothings, and her breathing begin to hitch. As far as she knew, the beginning was as sweet as it could be; she was running in a field of wildflowers, sniffing every sweet scent that entered her nostrils. Next thing she knew, it was raining. Then, it was thundering. Then there was lightening, the most thing she was afraid of. Then, there was more running. The voices were following her, trying to get her into a small corner to take advantage of her. She lashed out at them, baring her fangs to warn them to stay away, but no one was there, when she opened her eyes. The rain, the thunder, continued. Those voices were gone. Then, she felt pain, deep within her, swirling around her heart.
This is what woke her up.
She heard a bit of chatter, and her ears perked, but she didn't catch anything of what the cats were saying. However, she did notice a slight damp in her fur. Sweat. She let out a deep sigh and begin taking a few licks at her fur in an attempt to clean herself. ''This is why I don't take naps midday.'' She shuddered. ''Or, sleep at all...''

An Abyssinian entered the Warrior's Den, the tom's eyes scanning it for his nest. The nest beside his was normally empty, and rarely occupied, but for some reason this time there was a multi-colored she cat in it. Cocking his head to the side, the young tom approached the she cat, noticing that she seemed somewhat distressed. "Ah- sorry, I'm, uh- Martenthorn, I just sort of noticed that y-you were... you seemed... nervous?" He mewed. It was more of a guess then anything else, but it was the best he could do. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to what he had noticed, though Martenthorn was normally more then decent at that sort of thing. The young tom licked his maw, appearing to be slightly distressed though he was doing his best to hide it. Then again, the Abyssinian never had been too good at hiding his worry. And right now, he was worried about the multi-colored she cat.

Though the tom was normally among the friendliest of cats, he was somewhat shy around she cats- perhaps it was just his nature, or maybe that was the reason why he had never had too much success with settling down. His family just loved that. They had all but told him that he wasn't even their son... grandson, nephew, brother, cousin, or whatever else he might be to the rest of his large family. The tom seemed to be having some serious anxiety issues as he continued to watch the multi-colored she cat, then looking away, and then miserably at his nest. He had come in here to rest, not to get himself involved in a conversation... though, she might reject him like he had gotten used to being. Yes, that's it. She'll reject me and I'll go away brokenhearted and come back later when I can take a nap. He thought somewhat cheerfully for someone who was, in his opinion, about to be 'brokenhearted.'

[Brilliance]

An Abyssinian entered the Warrior's Den, the tom's eyes scanning it for his nest. The nest beside his was normally empty, and rarely occupied, but for some reason this time there was a multi-colored she cat in it. Cocking his head to the side, the young tom approached the she cat, noticing that she seemed somewhat distressed. "Ah- sorry, I'm, uh- Martenthorn, I just sort of noticed that y-you were... you seemed... nervous?" He mewed. It was more of a guess then anything else, but it was the best he could do. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to what he had noticed, though Martenthorn was normally more then decent at that sort of thing. The young tom licked his maw, appearing to be slightly distressed though he was doing his best to hide it. Then again, the Abyssinian never had been too good at hiding his worry. And right now, he was worried about the multi-colored she cat.

Though the tom was normally among the friendliest of cats, he was somewhat shy around she cats- perhaps it was just his nature, or maybe that was the reason why he had never had too much success with settling down. His family just loved that. They had all but told him that he wasn't even their son... grandson, nephew, brother, cousin, or whatever else he might be to the rest of his large family. The tom seemed to be having some serious anxiety issues as he continued to watch the multi-colored she cat, then looking away, and then miserably at his nest. He had come in here to rest, not to get himself involved in a conversation... though, she might reject him like he had gotten used to being. Yes, that's it. She'll reject me and I'll go away brokenhearted and come back later when I can take a nap. He thought somewhat cheerfully for someone who was, in his opinion, about to be 'brokenhearted.'

Must you keep bothering my conscious, just leave me alone! I can't leave you alone, you idiot! I am you. No, you're not. You're destroying me, but I swear...as long as I'm in this clan, I refuse for you to get anywhere near me. She flinched at her inner voice, and she noticed that her light disappeared. Her yellow eyes flickered to another cat. A tom. She blinked at him, as he introduced himself.
''Oh, hi, Martenthorn,'' she mused, sadly. Then, she noticed her expression, and quickly changed it to something more...preppy. She did not want her fellow clanmates to notice her depression. ''I'm not distressed at all!'' She exclaimed, a hint of worried appeared in her voice. She quickly laughed this off, and looked away from the eyes of the tom. She noticed that she wasn't in the right nest. And, she again, peered at him, her eyes widen. ''I am so so so sorry! Is this your nest?'' She asked, quickly getting up. ''I'm a bit of a nutcase! I was just so tired...and the nest was comfortable for a nap.'' But, not sweet dreams...
She hopped out the nest, trying to fix up with what she messed up. ''Sorry about this...''She tilted her head, ''Ma...Martenthorn.'' She nodded, hoping she remembered his name, correctly. Where is my head today!?
Featherspeckle hung her head low to avoid the look in the warrior's eyes, and she padded a few distances from him. She stopped in her tracks, and glanced back at him. With a sigh of relieve, and mustering the best smile she could offer, she said, ''I'm Featherspeckle, by the way.'' She trotted outside the warrior's den, and sat down, her tail curled around her paws, and she closed her eyes, breathing calmly.

[lone]

Must you keep bothering my conscious, just leave me alone! I can't leave you alone, you idiot! I am you. No, you're not. You're destroying me, but I swear...as long as I'm in this clan, I refuse for you to get anywhere near me. She flinched at her inner voice, and she noticed that her light disappeared. Her yellow eyes flickered to another cat. A tom. She blinked at him, as he introduced himself.
''Oh, hi, Martenthorn,'' she mused, sadly. Then, she noticed her expression, and quickly changed it to something more...preppy. She did not want her fellow clanmates to notice her depression. ''I'm not distressed at all!'' She exclaimed, a hint of worried appeared in her voice. She quickly laughed this off, and looked away from the eyes of the tom. She noticed that she wasn't in the right nest. And, she again, peered at him, her eyes widen. ''I am so so so sorry! Is this your nest?'' She asked, quickly getting up. ''I'm a bit of a nutcase! I was just so tired...and the nest was comfortable for a nap.'' But, not sweet dreams...
She hopped out the nest, trying to fix up with what she messed up. ''Sorry about this...''She tilted her head, ''Ma...Martenthorn.'' She nodded, hoping she remembered his name, correctly. Where is my head today!?
Featherspeckle hung her head low to avoid the look in the warrior's eyes, and she padded a few distances from him. She stopped in her tracks, and glanced back at him. With a sigh of relieve, and mustering the best smile she could offer, she said, ''I'm Featherspeckle, by the way.'' She trotted outside the warrior's den, and sat down, her tail curled around her paws, and she closed her eyes, breathing calmly.

The Abyssinian narrowed his hues at Featherspeckle's sudden change of voice, but ignored it as best he could. After all, it was none of his business if something personal was going on in her life and she didn't want him to know about it. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to disturb you." He mewed in a calmer, more collected tone of voice. The tom cleared his throat and shifted his weight uncomfortably, as he became very interested in the ground of the nursery. And, truth be told, it was rather dirty...he had never quite noticed that before, which was one good thing about this. It was allowing him to notice new things. The tom cleared his throat and looked back up at the she cat curiously as she spoke once more, this time definitely sounding somewhat distressed. For a moment he didn't say anything, absorbed in his thoughts, and then his eyes widened. "What? No! I mean, uh- n-no, th-that one next to it is mine," He mewed, flicking his tail towards a somewhat untidy looking, but cozy little nest that was next to the one Featherspeckle had been in and smiling a little fondly at it. He had some good memories of that nest. After all, it wasn't every cat who had the opportunity-- or privilege, rather-- to stay in the Warriors' Den for a while. But Martenthorn, not having an apprentice, got to hang around Camp quite a bit more...once he was done hunting and doing other things like that, that was.

"Don't-- don't, uh, worry about it. I'm sure no one will notice." He mewed, glancing at the somewhat tidier nest. He couldn't remember who it belonged to. They were never there, whoever it was...so Martenthorn seriously doubted that it was a bad thing that the she cat had been in their nest. They wouldn't care, whoever it was. "Featherspeckle? It's nice to meet you, I'm Martenthorn--" He cut himself off and became very interested in the ground once more. He was somewhat used to making a fool of himself, but this was just plain embarrassing... not to mention that he was annoyed about having acted so strangely upon first seeing her. "Sorry, I've already introduced myself, haven't I? It's, uh...sort of a bad habit of mine," He mewed, the tip of his tail twitching anxiously as he did so. After another moment's silence, when he noticed the she cat starting to walk away, his hues widened and his mind began to race. He didn't want her to leave! Not now, when he was just getting to know her-- okay, so maybe it would have been nice to be alone. But she didn't look happy, and Martenthorn wanted to fix that. "Hey, wait! Uh-- Featherspeckle! I was, um, thinking you might, uh...maybe we could go hunting? Sort of get to know each other better?" The tom asked with a slightly nervous expression as he did so.

[Brilliance]

The Abyssinian narrowed his hues at Featherspeckle's sudden change of voice, but ignored it as best he could. After all, it was none of his business if something personal was going on in her life and she didn't want him to know about it. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to disturb you." He mewed in a calmer, more collected tone of voice. The tom cleared his throat and shifted his weight uncomfortably, as he became very interested in the ground of the nursery. And, truth be told, it was rather dirty...he had never quite noticed that before, which was one good thing about this. It was allowing him to notice new things. The tom cleared his throat and looked back up at the she cat curiously as she spoke once more, this time definitely sounding somewhat distressed. For a moment he didn't say anything, absorbed in his thoughts, and then his eyes widened. "What? No! I mean, uh- n-no, th-that one next to it is mine," He mewed, flicking his tail towards a somewhat untidy looking, but cozy little nest that was next to the one Featherspeckle had been in and smiling a little fondly at it. He had some good memories of that nest. After all, it wasn't every cat who had the opportunity-- or privilege, rather-- to stay in the Warriors' Den for a while. But Martenthorn, not having an apprentice, got to hang around Camp quite a bit more...once he was done hunting and doing other things like that, that was.

"Don't-- don't, uh, worry about it. I'm sure no one will notice." He mewed, glancing at the somewhat tidier nest. He couldn't remember who it belonged to. They were never there, whoever it was...so Martenthorn seriously doubted that it was a bad thing that the she cat had been in their nest. They wouldn't care, whoever it was. "Featherspeckle? It's nice to meet you, I'm Martenthorn--" He cut himself off and became very interested in the ground once more. He was somewhat used to making a fool of himself, but this was just plain embarrassing... not to mention that he was annoyed about having acted so strangely upon first seeing her. "Sorry, I've already introduced myself, haven't I? It's, uh...sort of a bad habit of mine," He mewed, the tip of his tail twitching anxiously as he did so. After another moment's silence, when he noticed the she cat starting to walk away, his hues widened and his mind began to race. He didn't want her to leave! Not now, when he was just getting to know her-- okay, so maybe it would have been nice to be alone. But she didn't look happy, and Martenthorn wanted to fix that. "Hey, wait! Uh-- Featherspeckle! I was, um, thinking you might, uh...maybe we could go hunting? Sort of get to know each other better?" The tom asked with a slightly nervous expression as he did so.

Featherspeckle's ears perked as she heard him. ''Oh, I thought...that was your nest.'' Where is my mind today? Well, isn't this embarrassing! She quickly brushed this off, and glanced her eyes back at the Abyssinian. She noticed his uncomfortable posture, and the multi-colored she-cat took a few steps back into the warrior's den, approaching him, her eyes peered into his, as she answered. At first, she only stared at him, unable to find any words. Her mind shadowed her voice, and she thought desperately of trying to find a way to be alone. She also wanted to stay in his company. He's maybe not that bad...she thought. She wanted a friend. She needed a friend. Her ears flattened as she continued to look up at him. ''I suppose hunting and getting to know each other doesn't sound so bad.'' She chose her words carefully, and turned around, flicking her tail at him. ''I want to see some of your hunting skills. You seem like a swifty type.'' She mewed, and trotted away. She silently nodded to herself. She had to keep reminding herself to keep her head on straight, and glancing back at the abyssinian once again, she hoped that he would be the answers to keeping her head on straight. ''Maybe having a friend to stand by will get me through the storm.'' She whispered, quietly. And, turning back with a smile and spark in her eyes, she stared at him, attentively.

[Moonsong12]

Falconkit's eyes widened at the fact that Moonfeather loved a cat that left the clan. How was that possible, she naively wondered. Why would a cat want to leave the clan? That's impossible. Our clan is the greatest place to stay- a well-rounded society protected from evil, a place where we can get plenty of food... there are dangers outside of ThunderClan territory! No cat should leave willingly!

But the Siamese was easily shaken out of her thoughts by listening to the next question. "No, we're in the nursery." Her tail flicked around, pointing to the various petite bundles of fur. "Umm, I haven't been to the warrior's den before, but I think larger cats sleep there." She was proud to point out this piece of information.

Falconkit still didn't realize that Moonfeather was blind- she was too innocent to know that the loss of vision even existed.
"Uh.. Sure! You can go to the warriors den if you want to!" Moonfeather couldn't figure out how the kit expected her to know where she was compared to the camp layout.

[Brilliance]

A tiger striped young tom padded into the apprentices den after a long run. He sat at the mouth of the den, regaining the strength he had lost from that activity. Though it was surprising since he was agile, and a fast runner. But, instead of running on flatlands, he decided to run across hills, testing his limits. He finally got back before anyone noticed he was gone, and he decided to take a few minutes to relax. He sighed deeply, and plopped to his stomach, rolling over onto his back, so that he faced the sky. His ears perked, when he heard light snores inside the apprentices den. Who could possibly be still in there at this time of day?
This made him roll over onto his stomach, and from what he could make out was a small marbled-colored she-cat laying on a moss nest. He knew this was his friend, Fairypaw. ''She should had been up by now.'' He rolled his eyes, and rolled back onto his back. He did not care for how long she slept. As long as she was peaceful, he was fine with that. He regarded her highly as the sister he never knew. And, the two of them always got on each other's nerves, as if they were actual siblings.
He snickered, thinking about jumping on her to scar her out her wits, but thought against it as he was too lazy to get up, so he laid at the mouth of the den, enjoying the weather, and listening to the light snores of the female apprentice in the den.

[lone]

A tiger striped young tom padded into the apprentices den after a long run. He sat at the mouth of the den, regaining the strength he had lost from that activity. Though it was surprising since he was agile, and a fast runner. But, instead of running on flatlands, he decided to run across hills, testing his limits. He finally got back before anyone noticed he was gone, and he decided to take a few minutes to relax. He sighed deeply, and plopped to his stomach, rolling over onto his back, so that he faced the sky. His ears perked, when he heard light snores inside the apprentices den. Who could possibly be still in there at this time of day?
This made him roll over onto his stomach, and from what he could make out was a small marbled-colored she-cat laying on a moss nest. He knew this was his friend, Fairypaw. ''She should had been up by now.'' He rolled his eyes, and rolled back onto his back. He did not care for how long she slept. As long as she was peaceful, he was fine with that. He regarded her highly as the sister he never knew. And, the two of them always got on each other's nerves, as if they were actual siblings.
He snickered, thinking about jumping on her to scar her out her wits, but thought against it as he was too lazy to get up, so he laid at the mouth of the den, enjoying the weather, and listening to the light snores of the female apprentice in the den.

A silver tabby padded into the Apprentices' Den, blue hues scanning it nervously. It seemed to be mostly deserted. Good, she thought, breathing a sigh of relief. What would she do if it were crowded? Probably run. Or find a less crowded spot of the Den to settle down in. Most of the nests were empty, and by the way they were kept, Stormpaw was generally able to tell which were a she cat's and which were a tom's. Though not always; there were some toms who liked their nests neat, and some she cats who liked theirs messy. The silver apprentice backed up a little, as though she were trying to see who could still be in there...and backed right into something soft and silky. The apprentice-- who should have been a warrior by now, and was very much wishing she was at this moment-- jumped, a yelp emitting from her maw as she felt a painful shock of terror rip through her.

This seemed to happen often, though she had tried to ignore it whenever she could. "I-I'm so sorry, I was just...just coming in to see, and I backed r-right into you...are...are you alright?" She asked, swallowing hard at the end of her sentence. She wasn't used to randomly backing into other cats. She was more used to avoiding them, and yet it seemed she had literally walked into this situation. The other apprentice looked somewhat younger then her-- and had a tiger like appearance, though with darker colors. She wondered what he was doing in here...and how come, of all the places he could have been standing, right in the way of where she was backing up. That was a fiercer thought then Stormpaw could usually muster at this time, but she was frustrated with herself for doing this, so she was able to do so quite easily.

Why do I have to be so clumsy all the time? She wondered, feeling almost as though she could cry.

[Brilliance]

A silver tabby padded into the Apprentices' Den, blue hues scanning it nervously. It seemed to be mostly deserted. Good, she thought, breathing a sigh of relief. What would she do if it were crowded? Probably run. Or find a less crowded spot of the Den to settle down in. Most of the nests were empty, and by the way they were kept, Stormpaw was generally able to tell which were a she cat's and which were a tom's. Though not always; there were some toms who liked their nests neat, and some she cats who liked theirs messy. The silver apprentice backed up a little, as though she were trying to see who could still be in there...and backed right into something soft and silky. The apprentice-- who should have been a warrior by now, and was very much wishing she was at this moment-- jumped, a yelp emitting from her maw as she felt a painful shock of terror rip through her.

This seemed to happen often, though she had tried to ignore it whenever she could. "I-I'm so sorry, I was just...just coming in to see, and I backed r-right into you...are...are you alright?" She asked, swallowing hard at the end of her sentence. She wasn't used to randomly backing into other cats. She was more used to avoiding them, and yet it seemed she had literally walked into this situation. The other apprentice looked somewhat younger then her-- and had a tiger like appearance, though with darker colors. She wondered what he was doing in here...and how come, of all the places he could have been standing, right in the way of where she was backing up. That was a fiercer thought then Stormpaw could usually muster at this time, but she was frustrated with herself for doing this, so she was able to do so quite easily.

Why do I have to be so clumsy all the time? She wondered, feeling almost as though she could cry.

''Hey!'' Tigerpaw quickly stood up, and entered a crouching position. When, he saw that it was a silver tabby she-cat, his slowly let his defense down, sighing. ''Yeah, I'm okay.'' He cleared his throat, and quickly looked himself over, before bringing his eyes back to the body of the silver she-cat in front of him. ''Are you alright?'' He asked. He noted that she was definitely older than him, and he wondered why she was in the apprentices' den. After all, wasn't she old enough to be a warrior by now? Then, he remembered that their clan was going through a bit of a crisis, with the leader placement and all. He shook his head to rid the thoughts and focused on her.
From inside the den, Fairypaw, a somewhat marbled and white colored she-cat, heard the incident, and her head shot up. She instantly thought, What is that no-good tiger cat done now? She let out a slight growl, knowing his scent well. She hopped out her nest, hoping to see that it was still clean. It was a bit disheveled, and she noted to fix it later.
Fairypaw padded to the mouth of the den, where she did see Tigerpaw, but she also seen a lovely colored silver tabby, much older than they were. Wow! She's so pretty! Fairypaw thought, shook her head to rid the thoughts. With her ears pinned to the back of her head, she asked, ''Is everything alright?'' Then, she glared at Tigerpaw.
''What did I do this time?'' The male groaned.
''What don't you do.'' Fairypaw lashed her tail. ''I hope you did not upset her, did you?'' She turned to flicker her eyes at the silver tabby. ''Whatever he did, I'm sorry. He's always doing something he has no business doing anyway.''
In reply, Tigerpaw only gave a handsome smirk.

[lone]

''Hey!'' Tigerpaw quickly stood up, and entered a crouching position. When, he saw that it was a silver tabby she-cat, his slowly let his defense down, sighing. ''Yeah, I'm okay.'' He cleared his throat, and quickly looked himself over, before bringing his eyes back to the body of the silver she-cat in front of him. ''Are you alright?'' He asked. He noted that she was definitely older than him, and he wondered why she was in the apprentices' den. After all, wasn't she old enough to be a warrior by now? Then, he remembered that their clan was going through a bit of a crisis, with the leader placement and all. He shook his head to rid the thoughts and focused on her.
From inside the den, Fairypaw, a somewhat marbled and white colored she-cat, heard the incident, and her head shot up. She instantly thought, What is that no-good tiger cat done now? She let out a slight growl, knowing his scent well. She hopped out her nest, hoping to see that it was still clean. It was a bit disheveled, and she noted to fix it later.
Fairypaw padded to the mouth of the den, where she did see Tigerpaw, but she also seen a lovely colored silver tabby, much older than they were. Wow! She's so pretty! Fairypaw thought, shook her head to rid the thoughts. With her ears pinned to the back of her head, she asked, ''Is everything alright?'' Then, she glared at Tigerpaw.
''What did I do this time?'' The male groaned.
''What don't you do.'' Fairypaw lashed her tail. ''I hope you did not upset her, did you?'' She turned to flicker her eyes at the silver tabby. ''Whatever he did, I'm sorry. He's always doing something he has no business doing anyway.''
In reply, Tigerpaw only gave a handsome smirk.

The she cat pinned her ears back after the tom's sharp response, her hues sparking with anxiety. She wanted nothing more then to run out of there as fast as she could, but then managed to calm herself upon realizing that he was calming down. It was alright. Everything was fine. He's not going to kill me. She thought with a sigh of relief. "Oh...oh good. I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to," She mewed, her ears going back again. Although Stormpaw was close to being a warrior, she was small-- and her small size resulted in the unknown tom being almost as big as her. It was an uncomfortable situation, and one that she wished she had never gotten herself into. Then again, getting into horribly uncomfortable situations was what Stormpaw did best, wasn't it? How could she do anything but mess up? I can't. I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be an apprentice, I won't be a warrior, I always fail at everything...she thought anxiously, the tip of her tail twitching faster and faster as she did so, hues sparking and showing her spirit behind her anxious figure. Stop that right now! You will be a warrior, and you do deserve to be here! Her brain told her, making her feel about a hundred times better. Stormpaw cleared her throat, shifting her weight slightly and looking down at the ground. "Oh yes, I'm fine." She answered-- perhaps a little too quickly, but it was an answer all the same.

As another cat approached, Stormpaw's ears pricked up slightly. This cat looked sweet, and somewhat smaller then the first cat...at least, she was smaller then Stormpaw herself, which made the young she cat feel much more at home. "Oh yes, everything's fine, uh...h-he didn't do anything...I, um...bumped into him." Stormpaw ducked her head, feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment rising up inside her once more. Although her hues still showed the spirit that she had, her posture certainly didn't. She wasn't quite sure what to think about this situation now...why was it always her? Getting into trouble, messing things up...could she do anything right? Her blue hues flashed in surprise at the tom, and she shifted her weight. "I'm, um, I'm Stormpaw...by the way." She mewed. After a while it would be easier for her to get more comfortable around these cats and she would be able to really speak to them. Figure out what was going on. That sort of thing, the sort of thing that it seemed Stormpaw could never do. And she didn't understand why, either. How come it made her so nervous when she met new cats? Was it because she was afraid she would mess up? Probably, she thought with a sigh of annoyance.

It wouldn't be long before she would calm down, and perhaps these two strangers would become her friends...

[JaxenAmethyst]

"I waited for you."
(So--what could they look like? One like Leopardfang, one like Sheathedawn?)

[Brilliance]

The she cat pinned her ears back after the tom's sharp response, her hues sparking with anxiety. She wanted nothing more then to run out of there as fast as she could, but then managed to calm herself upon realizing that he was calming down. It was alright. Everything was fine. He's not going to kill me. She thought with a sigh of relief. "Oh...oh good. I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to," She mewed, her ears going back again. Although Stormpaw was close to being a warrior, she was small-- and her small size resulted in the unknown tom being almost as big as her. It was an uncomfortable situation, and one that she wished she had never gotten herself into. Then again, getting into horribly uncomfortable situations was what Stormpaw did best, wasn't it? How could she do anything but mess up? I can't. I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be an apprentice, I won't be a warrior, I always fail at everything...she thought anxiously, the tip of her tail twitching faster and faster as she did so, hues sparking and showing her spirit behind her anxious figure. Stop that right now! You will be a warrior, and you do deserve to be here! Her brain told her, making her feel about a hundred times better. Stormpaw cleared her throat, shifting her weight slightly and looking down at the ground. "Oh yes, I'm fine." She answered-- perhaps a little too quickly, but it was an answer all the same.

As another cat approached, Stormpaw's ears pricked up slightly. This cat looked sweet, and somewhat smaller then the first cat...at least, she was smaller then Stormpaw herself, which made the young she cat feel much more at home. "Oh yes, everything's fine, uh...h-he didn't do anything...I, um...bumped into him." Stormpaw ducked her head, feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment rising up inside her once more. Although her hues still showed the spirit that she had, her posture certainly didn't. She wasn't quite sure what to think about this situation now...why was it always her? Getting into trouble, messing things up...could she do anything right? Her blue hues flashed in surprise at the tom, and she shifted her weight. "I'm, um, I'm Stormpaw...by the way." She mewed. After a while it would be easier for her to get more comfortable around these cats and she would be able to really speak to them. Figure out what was going on. That sort of thing, the sort of thing that it seemed Stormpaw could never do. And she didn't understand why, either. How come it made her so nervous when she met new cats? Was it because she was afraid she would mess up? Probably, she thought with a sigh of annoyance.

It wouldn't be long before she would calm down, and perhaps these two strangers would become her friends...

Fairypaw let out a humorless laugh. ''It wasn't his fault?''
''Told ya,'' The tom said, confidently. ''I'm not always a mess up.'' Realizing what he said, Tigerpaw quickly reprimanded himself saying, ''Not that you're a mess up!'' He told the silver tabby.
Fairypaw hit him with her tail, hinting for him to shut up. ''He's more clumsier than you'll ever know. One time, he ran so fast that he slipped into a mud pond.'' Fairypaw giggled, hoping to light up the situation.
''Yeah,'' Tigerpaw was not at all amused. ''Don't remind me.'' He mused, with a roll of his eyes. He took a gentle look at the female as she introduced herself. ''Heh, it's nice to meet ya, Stormpaw!'' He replied with enthusiasm.
''Stormpaw.'' Fairypaw said slowly, with a tilt of her head. ''That's a pretty name.'' She complimented. Then, quickly introduced herself. ''I'm Fairypaw, and this is-''
''I can introduce myself, thank you very much.'' Tigerpaw interrupted the smaller female. ''I'm Tigerpaw.'' He says with his utmost confidence. He didn't want the female to feel uncomfortable around them. He thought it would be nice tohave another female around the den, especially sense Fairypaw got on his nerves constantly. This made him roll his eyes inwardly, as he stared back into the silver tabby. He noted that she had very pretty eyes.
''You needn't be his friend.'' Fairypaw warned her, playfully. ''He's very disobedient!''
''I'm not that bad.''
''You're right,'' The marbled colored cat said sarcastically, ''You're way worst.''
Tigerpaw made a slight growl. ''Whatever.'' He huffed. Tigerpaw hopped on a nearby rock, so that he was hovering high over both the females. He looked down at each of them,sitting on his haunches and begin delicately licking his paw to bring it over his head. ''Besides it's not disobedience,'' He says, with confidence, ''It's mere mischievous.'' And, he stared at the silver tabby. ''Do you like to live on the daring side?'' He asked her.

[lone]

Fairypaw let out a humorless laugh. ''It wasn't his fault?''
''Told ya,'' The tom said, confidently. ''I'm not always a mess up.'' Realizing what he said, Tigerpaw quickly reprimanded himself saying, ''Not that you're a mess up!'' He told the silver tabby.
Fairypaw hit him with her tail, hinting for him to shut up. ''He's more clumsier than you'll ever know. One time, he ran so fast that he slipped into a mud pond.'' Fairypaw giggled, hoping to light up the situation.
''Yeah,'' Tigerpaw was not at all amused. ''Don't remind me.'' He mused, with a roll of his eyes. He took a gentle look at the female as she introduced herself. ''Heh, it's nice to meet ya, Stormpaw!'' He replied with enthusiasm.
''Stormpaw.'' Fairypaw said slowly, with a tilt of her head. ''That's a pretty name.'' She complimented. Then, quickly introduced herself. ''I'm Fairypaw, and this is-''
''I can introduce myself, thank you very much.'' Tigerpaw interrupted the smaller female. ''I'm Tigerpaw.'' He says with his utmost confidence. He didn't want the female to feel uncomfortable around them. He thought it would be nice tohave another female around the den, especially sense Fairypaw got on his nerves constantly. This made him roll his eyes inwardly, as he stared back into the silver tabby. He noted that she had very pretty eyes.
''You needn't be his friend.'' Fairypaw warned her, playfully. ''He's very disobedient!''
''I'm not that bad.''
''You're right,'' The marbled colored cat said sarcastically, ''You're way worst.''
Tigerpaw made a slight growl. ''Whatever.'' He huffed. Tigerpaw hopped on a nearby rock, so that he was hovering high over both the females. He looked down at each of them,sitting on his haunches and begin delicately licking his paw to bring it over his head. ''Besides it's not disobedience,'' He says, with confidence, ''It's mere mischievous.'' And, he stared at the silver tabby. ''Do you like to live on the daring side?'' He asked her.

Stormpaw glanced from one cat to the other, her hues beginning to spark with amusement. This was something interesting. In more ways then one...the two of them acted as though they were brother and sister, and yet there was a certain amount of interest-- and almost a flirtatious type of thing going on between them. "O-oh no, I really am...I don't do anything right, really..." She mewed, lowering her head before the tiger-like cat. Her hues stared at the ground. Funny what she noticed when she was embarrassed or nervous...at this moment she saw that her fur was glistening like tiny diamonds, and silvery snow. Pretty-- but unnecessary for her to be thinking at that moment. She listened to them again, the tip of her tail twitching as she listened to their interesting conversation. It reminded her a little of the type of conversation she used to have with Crowpaw.

She missed him...and Hiddentalon, whom she hadn't seen in ages. Not to mention the cat who shared her name, a cat she hadn't seen in practically forever. She wondered where they were. Every time it seemed she would never see a cat again, they showed up at the strangest times... so she was positive that she would see Hiddentalon and Stormpaw, the cat who shared her name, again. "You both have nice names. It's a pleasure to meet both of you," Stormpaw mewed with a bright smile. Her face and hues lit up with her smile, and it looked interesting as though she were a whole other cat when she did so. The she cat's tail twitched nervously, and then stopped as she listened to the two bantering back and forth once more. She gazed right at the tom, her hues flashing for a moment as though warning him that she wasn't quite the type of cat that she looked like she was.

She was sweet, of course, but once she warmed up to a cat she could become much more playful and friendly then she appeared. "Oh, I don't know. He seems pretty nice." Stormpaw cocked her head to the side and analyzed the tom for a moment, ice blue hues staring right at him until she finally looked away. After a moment more of listening to their banter, she looked up at hearing the tom's question. "It depends. What's your definition of daring? Because some cats have quite a dangerous definition, and I don't appreciate them quite as much." Stormpaw explained, with a slight shrug as though fending off the tom's question. It seemed almost as though she didn't really care what was going on at the moment. She met Fairypaw's eyes and smiled, showing the she cat that she thought being friends might be nice.

The question was...did they want to be friends?

[graves]

The feline's hues remained fixed solely on Aime'Storm, listening to him speaking. For the moment being, the older kit was transfixed; she was amazed by what he was saying. The reason why was uncertain, but it was clear that she was thinking about what he had said. "That's interesting. I never really thought of it like that before." Kestrelkit mewed, cocking her head to the side. First this tom had come and made a name his own, and now he was explaining to her that a name showed who you were. She liked to think her name reflected her personality- in a way, that was. She loved the type of bird a kestrel was, and she liked that her name seemed to show that she, like the bird, was a free spirit- proud, fierce, independent.

It seemed as though nothing could shake this young cat, not until she was ready to allow it to fully impact her. She glanced at the warrior again, wondering who the young cat to be his apprentice was. He didn't know either; that was something that Kestrelkit found they shared in common. If common attributes were things like that, then she and the older warrior shared quite a few things in common. The tip of Kestrelkit's tail twitched as she continued to hold her gaze on the tom.
"One day when you get your warrior name,your name will be based on who you are too." He thought about what his name would have been if he had chosen a more traditional name.But nothing with this cat was traditional. To him a name showed who you were,no matter how generic it was. He found them all unique in their own way. "Usually your warrior name is based on your personality or something you're known for,like if you're good at fighting? I'd be Kreastalclaw." he explained. He wondered whos mentor this kit would have seeing as she was rather interesting,not the usual hyper active adrenaline ran feline,but more reserved and observant. He wondered who his apprentice would be,after his last apprentice he was a bit weary about having another one,seeing as the last one had passed away. He was scared to have another one,but he mentally promised to be the best mentor he could be for them. he was a cat of pride and may seem stuck up at times but he really did care about that cats that took the time to talk to him and get to know him a little bit. "What kind of mentor are you hoping to get?" his tone was curious,seeing as other kits would say the generic "I want a brave warrior who fights good!" or anything along those lines,but he figured Kreastls would be different.

[lone]

"One day when you get your warrior name,your name will be based on who you are too." He thought about what his name would have been if he had chosen a more traditional name.But nothing with this cat was traditional. To him a name showed who you were,no matter how generic it was. He found them all unique in their own way. "Usually your warrior name is based on your personality or something you're known for,like if you're good at fighting? I'd be Kreastalclaw." he explained. He wondered whos mentor this kit would have seeing as she was rather interesting,not the usual hyper active adrenaline ran feline,but more reserved and observant. He wondered who his apprentice would be,after his last apprentice he was a bit weary about having another one,seeing as the last one had passed away. He was scared to have another one,but he mentally promised to be the best mentor he could be for them. he was a cat of pride and may seem stuck up at times but he really did care about that cats that took the time to talk to him and get to know him a little bit. "What kind of mentor are you hoping to get?" his tone was curious,seeing as other kits would say the generic "I want a brave warrior who fights good!" or anything along those lines,but he figured Kreastls would be different.

The light, sandy colored kit glanced over at the tom, cocking her head to the side as she did so. "I might just steal your suffix. Kestrelstorm, warrior and defender of ThunderClan!" She laughed, before settling back down, wrapping her tail around her paws. She did sort of like the sound of that. But there were other suffixes that she had imagined before, and she was wondering if she would end up with one of them. Kestrelflight. Kestrelsong. Kestrelclaw, that had been one of them. She wasn't sure about any of them at the moment, she supposed it would be up to Gyrewind. Gyrestar, as she would have to remember. The she cat cocked her head to the side as he questioned her about her mentor. What kind of mentor-- oh! She thought, puzzled for a moment before her hues flew open in realization and a small, if not shy, smile came over her maw. "I want a mentor who will be able to teach me what I need to know. I don't need them to be the best at it, I just want them to be able to teach me the basics so that I can perfect them on my own." Kestrelkit mewed. That was true...she didn't need her mentor to be the greatest hunter, or the greatest warrior. "And I'd like them to be trustworthy. To be able to talk to them, and trust that they would give me advice-- and that even if I was doing the wrong thing, they'd allow me to figure it out on my own unless my life or someone else's was in danger." She mewed, the tip of her tail twitching thoughtfully as she spoke. That was the absolute truth for her. The only thing that she wanted-- at the moment, anyways. As she grew, she supposed her tastes would change along with her mind, and she would want a different type of mentor. But for the moment being, the type of mentor that she had named would be perfectly alright with her. Actually, more then alright. It would be her dream mentor, the type of cat that she would want to stay with her forever.

It was her dream mentor.

@Empress Of Evil (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=35)
A silver tabby padded into the clearing, the warrior-aged apprentice glancing around with her ice blue hues. She was worried that she might never receive her warrior name...and that was something that had been on her mind for a while. The other thing was the cat who shared her name, which also made her uncomfortable, although she was able to appreciate it a little more now that they would both be warriors soon. At least, she thought so. He sort of looked old to be a really young apprentice, didn't he? Stormpaw cocked her head to one side as she settled down in the clearing. She'd become a little less shy, although she still blamed herself for pretty much everything that happened in the world. And why? Well, perhaps it was the fact that she felt as though everything that happened really was her fault. Things seemed to go wrong whenever she was around.

And yet she didn't know why. All she could think was that this was all her fault, and everything was going to crash and go down in flames and set the territory on fire, and it would be horrible because it would be all her fault. Though that was a bit drastic, even by her terms, Stormpaw continued to play that thought over in her head, giving her less self confidence then she already had, which was near-to impossible and yet it seemed as though she could never-- well, not never, but it was hard for her to-- regain any confidence. Why did it have to be so easy for some cats, like the two she had met in the Apprentices' Den, and yet so hard for others, like the ones she had seen hanging around the Clearing...not to mention herself. For Stormpaw, physical interaction was like a sport. A sport where she always lost, and a sport where it had forever been impossible for her to win. But why? Why did it always have to be like that for her... she didn't know. And if she did, she would fix it right away. Stormpaw sighed, curling her silver tail around her paws, hues looking down at the ground and fixing themselves on it with a hard, strong yearning as though she was wanting the ground to just open up and swallow her.

And maybe, she was.

[Brilliance]

Stormpaw glanced from one cat to the other, her hues beginning to spark with amusement. This was something interesting. In more ways then one...the two of them acted as though they were brother and sister, and yet there was a certain amount of interest-- and almost a flirtatious type of thing going on between them. "O-oh no, I really am...I don't do anything right, really..." She mewed, lowering her head before the tiger-like cat. Her hues stared at the ground. Funny what she noticed when she was embarrassed or nervous...at this moment she saw that her fur was glistening like tiny diamonds, and silvery snow. Pretty-- but unnecessary for her to be thinking at that moment. She listened to them again, the tip of her tail twitching as she listened to their interesting conversation. It reminded her a little of the type of conversation she used to have with Crowpaw.

She missed him...and Hiddentalon, whom she hadn't seen in ages. Not to mention the cat who shared her name, a cat she hadn't seen in practically forever. She wondered where they were. Every time it seemed she would never see a cat again, they showed up at the strangest times... so she was positive that she would see Hiddentalon and Stormpaw, the cat who shared her name, again. "You both have nice names. It's a pleasure to meet both of you," Stormpaw mewed with a bright smile. Her face and hues lit up with her smile, and it looked interesting as though she were a whole other cat when she did so. The she cat's tail twitched nervously, and then stopped as she listened to the two bantering back and forth once more. She gazed right at the tom, her hues flashing for a moment as though warning him that she wasn't quite the type of cat that she looked like she was.

She was sweet, of course, but once she warmed up to a cat she could become much more playful and friendly then she appeared. "Oh, I don't know. He seems pretty nice." Stormpaw cocked her head to the side and analyzed the tom for a moment, ice blue hues staring right at him until she finally looked away. After a moment more of listening to their banter, she looked up at hearing the tom's question. "It depends. What's your definition of daring? Because some cats have quite a dangerous definition, and I don't appreciate them quite as much." Stormpaw explained, with a slight shrug as though fending off the tom's question. It seemed almost as though she didn't really care what was going on at the moment. She met Fairypaw's eyes and smiled, showing the she cat that she thought being friends might be nice.

The question was...did they want to be friends?

''Looks can be deceiving.'' Fairypaw warned playfully. Tigerpaw stared daggers at her, and skillfully jumped off the rock he was standing on.
''Shut it, Fairypaw.'' He says, and answers the silver tabby's question. ''Not all that bad. You make it sound as if it's evil.'' He laughed.
''Because you are evil.'' Fairypaw remarked.
''I'm tired of you,'' The tiger-striped apprentice says. ''Besides, I wasn't even talking to you. I was talking to our new friend.'' He stated. Fairypaw rolled her eyes at him,but allowed him to continue. She knew how dense-minded, and amusing he could be.
''Anyway,'' the young tom continued, ''Not anything too bad, but I suppose we'll go on more adventures when we get to know you better. You don't seem that bad.'' He gave her a genuine smile. He didn't want her to feel out of place with them, and she seemed occupied with her thoughts already. Most of his life-since kithood, he's been around Fairypaw. The two of them suckled from the same queen, because he was never told what happened to his mother. He grew up with believing Fairypaw was his sister. She annoyed him to a max,so to have another apprentice be his friend? He couldn't let that chance waver. He needed other cats his age to talk to. Even if Fairypaw was a good friend, she was different than him.The two were yin and yang.
''Enough about us,'' He changed the subject. ''What about you? You seem...distant when...'' He trailed off, but he hoped that she knew what he was trying to imply.
Fairypaw wanted to get to know the older apprentice as well. She excited started twitching her tail. ''Yeah! Do you have any other friends?'' She asked. She padded closer to the silver tabby. ''You seem like you would have thousands of friends.'' She said, shyly. Fairypaw never had much self-esteem. Growing up with Tigerpaw had been a challenge in itself. Though she knew he was joking, he used to pick on her all the time. This made her believe that she wasn't that pretty, and seeing the pelt of the silver tabby and blue orbs. She was taken aback...in a good way.
Though Fairypaw valued knowledge over looks any day, but it didn't hurt to be- or feel attractive. She didn't have any issues on being herself. In fact, she loved herself, and she hoped that this female would be her best friend. She wanted Tigerpaw away from the she-cat as far as possible because she didn't want him to ruin her chance of making a new friend other than him. Her ears perked in anticipation at the feeling of hope. She also didn't want the she-cat to feel pressured, so she quickly added, ''We don't want to be all in your business,'' She mused. ''As you can tell...we only hang out with one another...we never had many other friends before.'' Especially me. I think Tigerpaw would have a more easier time making friends, but he chose to stand by her. One thing she did know? Tigerpaw was extremely loyal to his friends. And, she was grateful to have him.
But this new she-cat...she hoped to get lucky again. Two was better than one. Perhaps, a trio was better than a duo.

[lone]

''Looks can be deceiving.'' Fairypaw warned playfully. Tigerpaw stared daggers at her, and skillfully jumped off the rock he was standing on.
''Shut it, Fairypaw.'' He says, and answers the silver tabby's question. ''Not all that bad. You make it sound as if it's evil.'' He laughed.
''Because you are evil.'' Fairypaw remarked.
''I'm tired of you,'' The tiger-striped apprentice says. ''Besides, I wasn't even talking to you. I was talking to our new friend.'' He stated. Fairypaw rolled her eyes at him,but allowed him to continue. She knew how dense-minded, and amusing he could be.
''Anyway,'' the young tom continued, ''Not anything too bad, but I suppose we'll go on more adventures when we get to know you better. You don't seem that bad.'' He gave her a genuine smile. He didn't want her to feel out of place with them, and she seemed occupied with her thoughts already. Most of his life-since kithood, he's been around Fairypaw. The two of them suckled from the same queen, because he was never told what happened to his mother. He grew up with believing Fairypaw was his sister. She annoyed him to a max,so to have another apprentice be his friend? He couldn't let that chance waver. He needed other cats his age to talk to. Even if Fairypaw was a good friend, she was different than him.The two were yin and yang.
''Enough about us,'' He changed the subject. ''What about you? You seem...distant when...'' He trailed off, but he hoped that she knew what he was trying to imply.
Fairypaw wanted to get to know the older apprentice as well. She excited started twitching her tail. ''Yeah! Do you have any other friends?'' She asked. She padded closer to the silver tabby. ''You seem like you would have thousands of friends.'' She said, shyly. Fairypaw never had much self-esteem. Growing up with Tigerpaw had been a challenge in itself. Though she knew he was joking, he used to pick on her all the time. This made her believe that she wasn't that pretty, and seeing the pelt of the silver tabby and blue orbs. She was taken aback...in a good way.
Though Fairypaw valued knowledge over looks any day, but it didn't hurt to be- or feel attractive. She didn't have any issues on being herself. In fact, she loved herself, and she hoped that this female would be her best friend. She wanted Tigerpaw away from the she-cat as far as possible because she didn't want him to ruin her chance of making a new friend other than him. Her ears perked in anticipation at the feeling of hope. She also didn't want the she-cat to feel pressured, so she quickly added, ''We don't want to be all in your business,'' She mused. ''As you can tell...we only hang out with one another...we never had many other friends before.'' Especially me. I think Tigerpaw would have a more easier time making friends, but he chose to stand by her. One thing she did know? Tigerpaw was extremely loyal to his friends. And, she was grateful to have him.
But this new she-cat...she hoped to get lucky again. Two was better than one. Perhaps, a trio was better than a duo.

Although the she cat was amused by their constant banter, it was also somewhat confusing for her. Normally cats who acted like that towards each other loved each other. She had often heard that the one you fought with the most was the one you cared for the most-- and even then, it was because you loved them and didn't want to see them get hurt. The thought made Stormpaw feel miserable, since she knew there was no one who cared about her that much. Fighting wasn't really her thing. But if she knew it would save a life, would she fight with another cat? Her guess was yes...how could she not? She wouldn't want to see them get hurt. And Stormpaw was constantly terrified that someone she cared for the most would get hurt, and she wouldn't be there to save them. It was a nightmare that was constantly playing in her head, over and over again.

Not that bad? What does that mean? Does he think I'm bad at all? Oh great, what do I do now? Stormpaw thought, panic setting in where her calm nature had been only a moment before. "You don't seem too bad yourself," She mewed before she knew what she was doing. Well. Hopefully that was a compliment, or at least something that sounded like she actually had some idea of what message she was trying to convey, because otherwise she was in trouble. Big trouble. Though Stormpaw had found herself in some tight scrapes before, and every time she'd managed to find her way out of them, too. There was nothing too much for the young she cat to handle. Nothing. She had been through close to a thousand things in her lifetime...finding Crowpaw, and losing him, and then going through the same thing when she had been younger with Soulpaw. Why her? Why, of all the cats in the Clans, did cats have to fall for her?

Unlike the cat she now knew as Fairypaw, Stormpaw was unaware that she was attractive. If she were, it would make her much less insecure then she already was, but no one had ever told her-- no one had ever thought about it she supposed, but she imagined that her pelt wasn't that pretty. Growing up had changed the older apprentice quite a bit. Although she was only around seven moons old then these two-- not too old to be close to them-- she had grown up in those seven moons. She had been happy and energetic once, and there were times when she showed that side of her again, but that was only when she got to know a cat well. "Me? W-well... there's Hiddentalon, he's really nice. And- and Stormpaw, he's got the same name as me... pretty crazy, right? But he's really nice too. And Honeyvenom, I don't know if I'd call her a friend exactly...Hiddentalon likes her a lot." She mewed, her voice seeming to falter a little when she spoke of Hiddentalon seeming to like Honeyvenom a lot.

It was an uncomfortable experience for a moment before a smile broke through the she cat's ice blue hues again and they flashed with amusement as she spoke. "Far from the thousands you imagined." She sighed, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth. "S-so what's the deal with you guys? I mean, you don't look similar, but you act like siblings...b-but you fight so much, and so...I mean, do you guys like each other? I-I used to hear that the one you fight with the most is-is also the one that you love the most." Stormpaw sounded a little more nervous as she spoke this time, although her voice remained as strong as could be expected. That was a bit more of a personal question, though she hadn't been too nervous to ask it. After all, if they were all going to be friends...she didn't want to get in the way.

She always had Stormpaw, if worst came to worst. And even if things were good, he was a great friend. He just...didn't seem to want to hang around her too much. "Oh no! No, no...it's alright. If anything, I don't want to get in your way. I mean, you guys seem like you're pretty close, I shouldn't- I don't want to impose." The silver tabby said, lowering her head so that her ice blue hues were averted from the two of them. She knew that she was probably being the slightest bit unreasonable. If they had invited her in, she should be being friendly and accepting their invitation. But then again, they might just be being polite. She had suspected that at first with Hiddentalon, and Stormpaw, and any other cat who came over to say hello to her. It was just habit.

But maybe...maybe things would turn out for the best, as they had been lately.

[Brilliance]

Although the she cat was amused by their constant banter, it was also somewhat confusing for her. Normally cats who acted like that towards each other loved each other. She had often heard that the one you fought with the most was the one you cared for the most-- and even then, it was because you loved them and didn't want to see them get hurt. The thought made Stormpaw feel miserable, since she knew there was no one who cared about her that much. Fighting wasn't really her thing. But if she knew it would save a life, would she fight with another cat? Her guess was yes...how could she not? She wouldn't want to see them get hurt. And Stormpaw was constantly terrified that someone she cared for the most would get hurt, and she wouldn't be there to save them. It was a nightmare that was constantly playing in her head, over and over again.

Not that bad? What does that mean? Does he think I'm bad at all? Oh great, what do I do now? Stormpaw thought, panic setting in where her calm nature had been only a moment before. "You don't seem too bad yourself," She mewed before she knew what she was doing. Well. Hopefully that was a compliment, or at least something that sounded like she actually had some idea of what message she was trying to convey, because otherwise she was in trouble. Big trouble. Though Stormpaw had found herself in some tight scrapes before, and every time she'd managed to find her way out of them, too. There was nothing too much for the young she cat to handle. Nothing. She had been through close to a thousand things in her lifetime...finding Crowpaw, and losing him, and then going through the same thing when she had been younger with Soulpaw. Why her? Why, of all the cats in the Clans, did cats have to fall for her?

Unlike the cat she now knew as Fairypaw, Stormpaw was unaware that she was attractive. If she were, it would make her much less insecure then she already was, but no one had ever told her-- no one had ever thought about it she supposed, but she imagined that her pelt wasn't that pretty. Growing up had changed the older apprentice quite a bit. Although she was only around seven moons old then these two-- not too old to be close to them-- she had grown up in those seven moons. She had been happy and energetic once, and there were times when she showed that side of her again, but that was only when she got to know a cat well. "Me? W-well... there's Hiddentalon, he's really nice. And- and Stormpaw, he's got the same name as me... pretty crazy, right? But he's really nice too. And Honeyvenom, I don't know if I'd call her a friend exactly...Hiddentalon likes her a lot." She mewed, her voice seeming to falter a little when she spoke of Hiddentalon seeming to like Honeyvenom a lot.

It was an uncomfortable experience for a moment before a smile broke through the she cat's ice blue hues again and they flashed with amusement as she spoke. "Far from the thousands you imagined." She sighed, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth. "S-so what's the deal with you guys? I mean, you don't look similar, but you act like siblings...b-but you fight so much, and so...I mean, do you guys like each other? I-I used to hear that the one you fight with the most is-is also the one that you love the most." Stormpaw sounded a little more nervous as she spoke this time, although her voice remained as strong as could be expected. That was a bit more of a personal question, though she hadn't been too nervous to ask it. After all, if they were all going to be friends...she didn't want to get in the way.

She always had Stormpaw, if worst came to worst. And even if things were good, he was a great friend. He just...didn't seem to want to hang around her too much. "Oh no! No, no...it's alright. If anything, I don't want to get in your way. I mean, you guys seem like you're pretty close, I shouldn't- I don't want to impose." The silver tabby said, lowering her head so that her ice blue hues were averted from the two of them. She knew that she was probably being the slightest bit unreasonable. If they had invited her in, she should be being friendly and accepting their invitation. But then again, they might just be being polite. She had suspected that at first with Hiddentalon, and Stormpaw, and any other cat who came over to say hello to her. It was just habit.

But maybe...maybe things would turn out for the best, as they had been lately.

Fairypaw and Tigerpaw exchanged looks at each other, and at that exact moment, Tigerpaw felt as if he ate an entire meal of spoiled voles. He pretended to vomit and gag. ''Me? Like her?'' He exclaimed, flickering his tail towards Fairypaw. ''Never! She's my sister!-'' He quickly cut himself off, and added, ''Like my sister! We suckled from the same milk.'' He chuckled. ''Besides, even if we weren't, she's not my type.''
''You're not much of a hunk either, you know.'' Fairypaw rolled her eyes. ''And, yeah, he's like my brother. It would honestly be too weird. We do love each other...but not in that way. I'll be keeping my options open.''
''Me too.'' Tigerpaw mused.
Fairypaw listened with interest as Stormpaw mentioned her friends. Her ears perked in alarm at realizing the tone Stormpaw was using. It was somewhat sad. She figured it had to do with Hiddentalon. She wanted to ask more, but didn't want to pry into the older apprentice's business. It wasn't for her to meddle anyway, but Tigerpaw was different.
He asked, ''What happened to them? You talk in a way that makes it sound like they said goodbye to you-''
''Don't be a nosy cat.'' Fairypaw scolded him.
''I wasn't!'' Tigerpaw says quickly, offended. ''I have mere curiosity.'' And, he did. It was one trait that Fairypaw hated about the tiger striped tom. His curiosity played too much into getting further information on other cats' business.
''You'll have a mere scratch on your face, if you don't stop.'' Fairypaw threatened him. She didn't want him to scare off their new potential friend. Her new potential friend, in her opinion. She knew well enough that Tigerpaw would ruin that chance, if he wanted to. ''You shouldn't pressure her into telling us stuff.''
''I'm not pressuring her. I'm asking.'' He responded.
''Don't you have a run to go on?'' She asked, annoyed.
He huffed, but he sat there anyway. Fairypaw rolled her eyes, and turned back to the silver she-cat.
''I'm sorry, he's such a...''She groaned, not knowing what type of word to use to describe the male. It was a known fact that she was extremely annoyed with him. ''Tom.'' She finished, sighing.
''By the way,'' Fairypaw added, ''You could never be a bother to us. Especially to me,'' She leaned in closer to the silver tabby to whisper in her ear, ''Besides, I'd trade him in for you any day!'' She gently giggled.
Tigerpaw hadn't heard a word, as he was scratching his claws into the earth. Fairypaw shook her head at him. Then, she turned back to Stormpaw, nudging her shoulder with her head, as she gently spoke. ''You never have to worry about being alone. It'd be an honor to have you as a friend for life, considering I really don't have any-''
''Hey!'' Tigerpaw stood, apparently offended.
''You don't count,'' Fairypaw mewed. ''You're like my brother.''
This made him settle down. Fairypaw did want to have a best friend. A serious one. She cherished Tigerpaw, no doubt, but she wanted more. She wanted someone she could go to with problems that Tigerpaw had no idea about. Fairypaw saw that potential in Stormpaw, and she prayed to Starclan above that they would bless her with a deep friendship and understanding with this she-cat. She asked her, ''So, what do you like to do for fun?"

[lone]

Fairypaw and Tigerpaw exchanged looks at each other, and at that exact moment, Tigerpaw felt as if he ate an entire meal of spoiled voles. He pretended to vomit and gag. ''Me? Like her?'' He exclaimed, flickering his tail towards Fairypaw. ''Never! She's my sister!-'' He quickly cut himself off, and added, ''Like my sister! We suckled from the same milk.'' He chuckled. ''Besides, even if we weren't, she's not my type.''
''You're not much of a hunk either, you know.'' Fairypaw rolled her eyes. ''And, yeah, he's like my brother. It would honestly be too weird. We do love each other...but not in that way. I'll be keeping my options open.''
''Me too.'' Tigerpaw mused.
Fairypaw listened with interest as Stormpaw mentioned her friends. Her ears perked in alarm at realizing the tone Stormpaw was using. It was somewhat sad. She figured it had to do with Hiddentalon. She wanted to ask more, but didn't want to pry into the older apprentice's business. It wasn't for her to meddle anyway, but Tigerpaw was different.
He asked, ''What happened to them? You talk in a way that makes it sound like they said goodbye to you-''
''Don't be a nosy cat.'' Fairypaw scolded him.
''I wasn't!'' Tigerpaw says quickly, offended. ''I have mere curiosity.'' And, he did. It was one trait that Fairypaw hated about the tiger striped tom. His curiosity played too much into getting further information on other cats' business.
''You'll have a mere scratch on your face, if you don't stop.'' Fairypaw threatened him. She didn't want him to scare off their new potential friend. Her new potential friend, in her opinion. She knew well enough that Tigerpaw would ruin that chance, if he wanted to. ''You shouldn't pressure her into telling us stuff.''
''I'm not pressuring her. I'm asking.'' He responded.
''Don't you have a run to go on?'' She asked, annoyed.
He huffed, but he sat there anyway. Fairypaw rolled her eyes, and turned back to the silver she-cat.
''I'm sorry, he's such a...''She groaned, not knowing what type of word to use to describe the male. It was a known fact that she was extremely annoyed with him. ''Tom.'' She finished, sighing.
''By the way,'' Fairypaw added, ''You could never be a bother to us. Especially to me,'' She leaned in closer to the silver tabby to whisper in her ear, ''Besides, I'd trade him in for you any day!'' She gently giggled.
Tigerpaw hadn't heard a word, as he was scratching his claws into the earth. Fairypaw shook her head at him. Then, she turned back to Stormpaw, nudging her shoulder with her head, as she gently spoke. ''You never have to worry about being alone. It'd be an honor to have you as a friend for life, considering I really don't have any-''
''Hey!'' Tigerpaw stood, apparently offended.
''You don't count,'' Fairypaw mewed. ''You're like my brother.''
This made him settle down. Fairypaw did want to have a best friend. A serious one. She cherished Tigerpaw, no doubt, but she wanted more. She wanted someone she could go to with problems that Tigerpaw had no idea about. Fairypaw saw that potential in Stormpaw, and she prayed to Starclan above that they would bless her with a deep friendship and understanding with this she-cat. She asked her, ''So, what do you like to do for fun?"

The silver tabby was slightly taken aback by the strong disgust that seemed to greet her at her suggestion. "Well, I suppose that would be weird then. Sorry, I didn't mean to- I just- make assumptions too quickly." She mewed with a sigh. She'd done the same thing with every other cat. Made assumptions. And it had made her a type of cat that she didn't want to be, but could she help it? That was the question that she was pretty sure she would ask herself a hundred times until she knew. She listened to them bantering back and forth more, silver ears pricked forwards in an interested manner. Hm. I guess that's just something they like to do, then-- but brother and sister does seem more likely, I suppose, she thought with a shrug. She half-wondered what the tom had meant by 'not his type' and half-wondered what exactly his type was. She, personally, didn't really care as long as they weren't going to bully her like most cats did. As long as they didn't bully her and as long as they were kind to her, those were her only requirements. Nothing else. She liked any cat who was like that, though she didn't always develop feelings for them straightaway...it could take quite a while for her to figure out quite what she was feeling, and if she really liked them or not. She was surprised the younger cats were able to speak about their feelings so freely.

At Tigerpaw's question, "No- no, it's alright. I-I really like Hiddentalon, but he...uh...well..." Stormpaw's voice trailed off and she bit her lip to keep from crying. Things didn't appear to be going very well for the silvery feline. She was scared, if she wanted to be honest with herself. Scared of what these strangers thought. She shouldn't be; and yet she was anyway, she didn't want to make a complete fool of herself as she was sure to do. The inevitable couldn't be avoided, and the inevitable was Stormpaw messing something up. First she had bumped into the tom-- Tigerpaw, wasn't it? And now she was about to cry. "Long story short, h-he...let's just say I'm lacking in the romance department." She finished after a while. She hadn't realized she was standing and, once she did, she sat back down and curled her tail around her paws, before glancing back up at the tiger striped apprentice.

"But Fairypaw's right. If you get into other cats' business like that, you just might end up with two scratches on your face." She mewed, glancing over at the tom with a stern expression before a more mischievous one crossed her features. "But don't worry; I happen to know she cats who think scars are just adorable on toms." She glanced over at Fairypaw and smiled, a slightly softer one then might have been present on a truly mischievous cat's maw after doing something like that, though it wasn't really too big of a deal for her. "Oh, I have plenty of experience with toms. Don't worry, I'll deal with him later." She shot a glance over in Tigerpaw's direction, followed by an almost cocky smile before she returned her glance to Fairypaw. "Besides, he seems decent enough to me. Not like some cats I know." She shrugged a little, smiling at the she cat. Fairypaw appeared to be the younger of the two to her... though she didn't want to make another wrong assumption, her hues were showing how she was calculating things, glancing over towards the tom and then back at the she cat, watching her as though analyzing her every move that she might make. The female didn't say anything for a moment, after hearing what Fairypaw said, and then once again, a smile broke through her features.

"It would be my pleasure and my honor to have you both as my friends." She mewed, lowering her head in respect and then leaning in towards Fairypaw. "But just between you and me, I think I'll probably be spending most of my time with you. I like your 'brother' and all, but it'd be nice to have a she cat as a friend for a change." Stormpaw mewed. She straightened up, clearing her throat and making her posture look close to perfect. She glanced back at Tigerpaw before her hues once again returned to the younger she cat. "Oh...anything, really. I just go along with anything-- as long as it's not life threateningly dangerous," She mewed with a slight shrug, and then her hues seemed to sparkle a little, almost like sapphires or diamonds. So she was really going to be friends with these two. Something she had never seen coming.

A surprise attack, so to speak.

[graves]

The light, sandy colored kit glanced over at the tom, cocking her head to the side as she did so. "I might just steal your suffix. Kestrelstorm, warrior and defender of ThunderClan!" She laughed, before settling back down, wrapping her tail around her paws. She did sort of like the sound of that. But there were other suffixes that she had imagined before, and she was wondering if she would end up with one of them. Kestrelflight. Kestrelsong. Kestrelclaw, that had been one of them. She wasn't sure about any of them at the moment, she supposed it would be up to Gyrewind. Gyrestar, as she would have to remember. The she cat cocked her head to the side as he questioned her about her mentor. What kind of mentor-- oh! She thought, puzzled for a moment before her hues flew open in realization and a small, if not shy, smile came over her maw. "I want a mentor who will be able to teach me what I need to know. I don't need them to be the best at it, I just want them to be able to teach me the basics so that I can perfect them on my own." Kestrelkit mewed. That was true...she didn't need her mentor to be the greatest hunter, or the greatest warrior. "And I'd like them to be trustworthy. To be able to talk to them, and trust that they would give me advice-- and that even if I was doing the wrong thing, they'd allow me to figure it out on my own unless my life or someone else's was in danger." She mewed, the tip of her tail twitching thoughtfully as she spoke. That was the absolute truth for her. The only thing that she wanted-- at the moment, anyways. As she grew, she supposed her tastes would change along with her mind, and she would want a different type of mentor. But for the moment being, the type of mentor that she had named would be perfectly alright with her. Actually, more then alright. It would be her dream mentor, the type of cat that she would want to stay with her forever.

It was her dream mentor.

@Empress Of Evil (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=35)
A silver tabby padded into the clearing, the warrior-aged apprentice glancing around with her ice blue hues. She was worried that she might never receive her warrior name...and that was something that had been on her mind for a while. The other thing was the cat who shared her name, which also made her uncomfortable, although she was able to appreciate it a little more now that they would both be warriors soon. At least, she thought so. He sort of looked old to be a really young apprentice, didn't he? Stormpaw cocked her head to one side as she settled down in the clearing. She'd become a little less shy, although she still blamed herself for pretty much everything that happened in the world. And why? Well, perhaps it was the fact that she felt as though everything that happened really was her fault. Things seemed to go wrong whenever she was around.

And yet she didn't know why. All she could think was that this was all her fault, and everything was going to crash and go down in flames and set the territory on fire, and it would be horrible because it would be all her fault. Though that was a bit drastic, even by her terms, Stormpaw continued to play that thought over in her head, giving her less self confidence then she already had, which was near-to impossible and yet it seemed as though she could never-- well, not never, but it was hard for her to-- regain any confidence. Why did it have to be so easy for some cats, like the two she had met in the Apprentices' Den, and yet so hard for others, like the ones she had seen hanging around the Clearing...not to mention herself. For Stormpaw, physical interaction was like a sport. A sport where she always lost, and a sport where it had forever been impossible for her to win. But why? Why did it always have to be like that for her... she didn't know. And if she did, she would fix it right away. Stormpaw sighed, curling her silver tail around her paws, hues looking down at the ground and fixing themselves on it with a hard, strong yearning as though she was wanting the ground to just open up and swallow her.

And maybe, she was.
He chuckled along with her,"We'd be matching then," while he hadn't requested his suffix and was given to him,he felt it suited him well. He came into the clan like a storm,proud of his kittypet background and held no shame in it like other cat would or try to hide who he was. That is who he was,not who he is. Depending on where he was born affected nothing but his heritage,on the inside he was a clan cat at heart. While growing up he used to get into fights with others, bit physical and verbal about where he came from but he didn't care. he would fight a thousand cats if it meant he didn't have to forget where he was from. He remembered his mentor and how she basically raised him like a son. She was the reason he was prideful on where he came from,holding no shame as if it were a normal thing. "That sounds like a good mentor,I'm sure you'll be a great apprentice to a warrior someday." he mewed. To him whoever would have Kreastalkit as an apprentice would have an interesting time,seeing as she was more on the mature side of the bunch,but he was sure she would make an excellent warrior one day.

[lone]

He chuckled along with her,"We'd be matching then," while he hadn't requested his suffix and was given to him,he felt it suited him well. He came into the clan like a storm,proud of his kittypet background and held no shame in it like other cat would or try to hide who he was. That is who he was,not who he is. Depending on where he was born affected nothing but his heritage,on the inside he was a clan cat at heart. While growing up he used to get into fights with others, bit physical and verbal about where he came from but he didn't care. he would fight a thousand cats if it meant he didn't have to forget where he was from. He remembered his mentor and how she basically raised him like a son. She was the reason he was prideful on where he came from,holding no shame as if it were a normal thing. "That sounds like a good mentor,I'm sure you'll be a great apprentice to a warrior someday." he mewed. To him whoever would have Kreastalkit as an apprentice would have an interesting time,seeing as she was more on the mature side of the bunch,but he was sure she would make an excellent warrior one day.
"Yep." Kestrelkit mewed, a bright spark in her hues. A fierce one. It was constantly there, but it wasn't constantly as bright and obvious...but for the moment being, it was quite obvious in her hues. The she cat wondered what it would have been like to be born a kittypet. Clan-born cats seemed to have the best of everything...and she wasn't quite sure why anyone would choose to be a kittypet. But she wouldn't question the warrior's loyalty; for one thing, it wasn't her place, and for another, even if she was old enough to be wondering about loyalty, she still shouldn't. The tip of Kestrelkit's tail began to twitch as she listened to the older cat speak again. "I hope so." She sighed, looking down at the ground for a moment before glancing up at the sky, head cocked to the side in a younger kit-like manner. Although Kestrelkit was quite mature for her age, and was intelligent enough, sometimes she could act much more like a kit then she would have preferred to admit. Like now, for instance...right now she was feeling much younger and almost as though she would have liked to start running around and playing. But she wouldn't; she knew better then to do something like that. She didn't want to appear as though she had just been acting this whole time.

Because she hadn't.

[Brilliance]

The silver tabby was slightly taken aback by the strong disgust that seemed to greet her at her suggestion. "Well, I suppose that would be weird then. Sorry, I didn't mean to- I just- make assumptions too quickly." She mewed with a sigh. She'd done the same thing with every other cat. Made assumptions. And it had made her a type of cat that she didn't want to be, but could she help it? That was the question that she was pretty sure she would ask herself a hundred times until she knew. She listened to them bantering back and forth more, silver ears pricked forwards in an interested manner. Hm. I guess that's just something they like to do, then-- but brother and sister does seem more likely, I suppose, she thought with a shrug. She half-wondered what the tom had meant by 'not his type' and half-wondered what exactly his type was. She, personally, didn't really care as long as they weren't going to bully her like most cats did. As long as they didn't bully her and as long as they were kind to her, those were her only requirements. Nothing else. She liked any cat who was like that, though she didn't always develop feelings for them straightaway...it could take quite a while for her to figure out quite what she was feeling, and if she really liked them or not. She was surprised the younger cats were able to speak about their feelings so freely.

At Tigerpaw's question, "No- no, it's alright. I-I really like Hiddentalon, but he...uh...well..." Stormpaw's voice trailed off and she bit her lip to keep from crying. Things didn't appear to be going very well for the silvery feline. She was scared, if she wanted to be honest with herself. Scared of what these strangers thought. She shouldn't be; and yet she was anyway, she didn't want to make a complete fool of herself as she was sure to do. The inevitable couldn't be avoided, and the inevitable was Stormpaw messing something up. First she had bumped into the tom-- Tigerpaw, wasn't it? And now she was about to cry. "Long story short, h-he...let's just say I'm lacking in the romance department." She finished after a while. She hadn't realized she was standing and, once she did, she sat back down and curled her tail around her paws, before glancing back up at the tiger striped apprentice.

"But Fairypaw's right. If you get into other cats' business like that, you just might end up with two scratches on your face." She mewed, glancing over at the tom with a stern expression before a more mischievous one crossed her features. "But don't worry; I happen to know she cats who think scars are just adorable on toms." She glanced over at Fairypaw and smiled, a slightly softer one then might have been present on a truly mischievous cat's maw after doing something like that, though it wasn't really too big of a deal for her. "Oh, I have plenty of experience with toms. Don't worry, I'll deal with him later." She shot a glance over in Tigerpaw's direction, followed by an almost cocky smile before she returned her glance to Fairypaw. "Besides, he seems decent enough to me. Not like some cats I know." She shrugged a little, smiling at the she cat. Fairypaw appeared to be the younger of the two to her... though she didn't want to make another wrong assumption, her hues were showing how she was calculating things, glancing over towards the tom and then back at the she cat, watching her as though analyzing her every move that she might make. The female didn't say anything for a moment, after hearing what Fairypaw said, and then once again, a smile broke through her features.

"It would be my pleasure and my honor to have you both as my friends." She mewed, lowering her head in respect and then leaning in towards Fairypaw. "But just between you and me, I think I'll probably be spending most of my time with you. I like your 'brother' and all, but it'd be nice to have a she cat as a friend for a change." Stormpaw mewed. She straightened up, clearing her throat and making her posture look close to perfect. She glanced back at Tigerpaw before her hues once again returned to the younger she cat. "Oh...anything, really. I just go along with anything-- as long as it's not life threateningly dangerous," She mewed with a slight shrug, and then her hues seemed to sparkle a little, almost like sapphires or diamonds. So she was really going to be friends with these two. Something she had never seen coming.

A surprise attack, so to speak.

Tigerpaw's ears perked at the new tone of the silvery she-cat. It was something fiery about her...if that was the word to describe how she was acting. One moment she was innocent-like, and now all of a sudden she was threatening him? This made him inwardly laugh, and he got up to say, ''What's with the change in personalities?''
Fairypaw rolled her eyes once again, annoyed with the tom. Tigerpaw continued, ''One moment you're acting so sweet and innocent, and you're threatening me?''
Fairypaw, then gasped, ''You're...lacking...in...the...romance...departme nt?'' She found that hard to believe. She thought Stormpaw was one of the most prettiest females in her eyes. Tigerpaw was too busy occupied in his thoughts, but he heard the conversation, and it made him snort. ''I have a hard time believing that too.'' He blurted, and most likely did not catch on to what he was saying. Fairypaw only giggled, and Tigerpaw continued, ''Then again,'' He looked her over, as if checking her out, but he did not continue. He trailed off, losing his track of mind. Fairypaw turned back to her new friend, beaming. ''You won't need to worry. You need to make a tom know that you're worth the while. And, you're definitely worth the while.'' Fairypaw was young, she wanted someone to look up to. With her being young came her innocent mind. Though she treasured knowledge over looks anyday, she wouldn't know what she would do in a situation of meeting a tom. When it came to meeting toms, she was more on the bashful side, more on the clumsier side, and her thoughts become jumbled up to the point she's spitting out different topics at once. When it came to talking to she-cats, she was more on the mellow side. She could talk clearly, and fluently.
Tigerpaw said, ''I wasn't trying to get into your business,'' He stated lightly, almost as if he held a mischievous expression. ''I was being a gentleman, I wanted to get to know you better.''
''You? A gentlemen?'' Fairypaw scoffed.
Tigerpaw lashed his tail at her and his eyes slit. He glanced at the other female, his gaze becoming softer. ''I'm not all bad as she's making me out to be.'' He mewed, hinting towards Fairypaw.
Fairypaw wanted to laugh, so she snickered. She knew if Stormpaw allowed herself to get to know the tiger striped tom, she would be in a surprise herself. Fairypaw knew her 'brother' was anything, but good. He wasn't bad, per se, but more...of a handful. And, he's always been. Since they were on the same milk, he always managed to cast her out, take her spot when he had his own.
Not to mention, they had their shared fights. Always fighting, as siblings do. Fairypaw did not say anything about this because she didn't want to feel shallow. Though she didn't want to share their new friend, she knew Tigerpaw needed one too.
After a moment of her silence, she said, ''As long as you stay far away from Tigerpaw, you can completely leave that dangerous life behind.''
''Hey!'' Tigerpaw interjected. ''I'm tired of you insulting me.''
Fairypaw eyes lit up in amusement. ''Perhaps it's payback.''
''You're such a kit.'' He replied. Tigerpaw did ponder on what she meant though. The silver tabby was surely a mystery to him, but he also knew that she would someday become a treasured friend. With her threatening him already, she was on her way there for sure!
Tigerpaw hopped to his paws, coming closer to the silver tabby. He asked her, ''What are your skills? Do you run? Fight? Swim?'' He asked, questioningly. He crouched into a playful hunting position, ''I like running-''
''He can run really fast,'' Fairypaw admitted, fluffing her tail. ''But, never admit it out loud to him,'' She whispered to the she-cat. ''He has a terrible big head, and compliments are like prey to him.''

[lone]

Tigerpaw's ears perked at the new tone of the silvery she-cat. It was something fiery about her...if that was the word to describe how she was acting. One moment she was innocent-like, and now all of a sudden she was threatening him? This made him inwardly laugh, and he got up to say, ''What's with the change in personalities?''
Fairypaw rolled her eyes once again, annoyed with the tom. Tigerpaw continued, ''One moment you're acting so sweet and innocent, and you're threatening me?''
Fairypaw, then gasped, ''You're...lacking...in...the...romance...departme nt?'' She found that hard to believe. She thought Stormpaw was one of the most prettiest females in her eyes. Tigerpaw was too busy occupied in his thoughts, but he heard the conversation, and it made him snort. ''I have a hard time believing that too.'' He blurted, and most likely did not catch on to what he was saying. Fairypaw only giggled, and Tigerpaw continued, ''Then again,'' He looked her over, as if checking her out, but he did not continue. He trailed off, losing his track of mind. Fairypaw turned back to her new friend, beaming. ''You won't need to worry. You need to make a tom know that you're worth the while. And, you're definitely worth the while.'' Fairypaw was young, she wanted someone to look up to. With her being young came her innocent mind. Though she treasured knowledge over looks anyday, she wouldn't know what she would do in a situation of meeting a tom. When it came to meeting toms, she was more on the bashful side, more on the clumsier side, and her thoughts become jumbled up to the point she's spitting out different topics at once. When it came to talking to she-cats, she was more on the mellow side. She could talk clearly, and fluently.
Tigerpaw said, ''I wasn't trying to get into your business,'' He stated lightly, almost as if he held a mischievous expression. ''I was being a gentleman, I wanted to get to know you better.''
''You? A gentlemen?'' Fairypaw scoffed.
Tigerpaw lashed his tail at her and his eyes slit. He glanced at the other female, his gaze becoming softer. ''I'm not all bad as she's making me out to be.'' He mewed, hinting towards Fairypaw.
Fairypaw wanted to laugh, so she snickered. She knew if Stormpaw allowed herself to get to know the tiger striped tom, she would be in a surprise herself. Fairypaw knew her 'brother' was anything, but good. He wasn't bad, per se, but more...of a handful. And, he's always been. Since they were on the same milk, he always managed to cast her out, take her spot when he had his own.
Not to mention, they had their shared fights. Always fighting, as siblings do. Fairypaw did not say anything about this because she didn't want to feel shallow. Though she didn't want to share their new friend, she knew Tigerpaw needed one too.
After a moment of her silence, she said, ''As long as you stay far away from Tigerpaw, you can completely leave that dangerous life behind.''
''Hey!'' Tigerpaw interjected. ''I'm tired of you insulting me.''
Fairypaw eyes lit up in amusement. ''Perhaps it's payback.''
''You're such a kit.'' He replied. Tigerpaw did ponder on what she meant though. The silver tabby was surely a mystery to him, but he also knew that she would someday become a treasured friend. With her threatening him already, she was on her way there for sure!
Tigerpaw hopped to his paws, coming closer to the silver tabby. He asked her, ''What are your skills? Do you run? Fight? Swim?'' He asked, questioningly. He crouched into a playful hunting position, ''I like running-''
''He can run really fast,'' Fairypaw admitted, fluffing her tail. ''But, never admit it out loud to him,'' She whispered to the she-cat. ''He has a terrible big head, and compliments are like prey to him.''

"Sorry. You'll have to figure that out on your own." Stormpaw shrugged, and then grinned. It would be interesting, seeing the tom trying to guess what was going on with her. The truth was, she liked these younger cats; and she was already forgetting the incident where she had bumped into the tom. That was making her feel more secure, and more like she really...belonged with these cats. Maybe this was what she had been hoping for these past few moons. Stormpaw was a playful apprentice, it just took her a while to show that side. She would be a warrior soon and sometimes, she felt as though she should sink into a hole until she could contain her more playful nature, which could sometimes result in her becoming more secluded.

Reclusive, perhaps.

She chose a select amount of friends and stuck with them, though lately she had felt as though she didn't have any friends. Though that was untrue; she actually had quite a few friends, she just wasn't always the best at realizing it. "Well yeah. I mean, I guess I'm just not...interesting or something. And I know I'm not anywhere as pretty as some of those other she cats-- like you. You're very pretty, Fairypaw." Stormpaw mewed, looking at the younger apprentice. It was true-- she admired the different colors that were showing on the younger cat's pelt. She admired them, though she had no idea what the other cat thought of her. That was a problem when it came to Stormpaw's insecurities, when she thought something might be wrong, because she instantly changed.

Back into her shy, nervous self.

And when Tigerpaw didn't finish his sentence, the older apprentice's ears tilted backwards and she crouched down as though she were scared of something. She didn't say anything for a while until slowly, with Fairypaw's words, she began to stand back up. The she cat was smaller then her, which, although it didn't seem very nice, Stormpaw was grateful for. She was so used to being towered over that she had begun to worry that something bad might happen if she tried to do practically anything. "Maybe. I don't know, I-I think maybe toms just aren't interested." Stormpaw shrugged a little and tried to smile, although it faltered slightly. It seemed any time she liked anybody, anytime she really cared for a tom, they just went away. Crowpaw. Hiddentalon.

Both were gone now, but they had left lasting memories.

"I believe that. Sorry, Fairypaw-- but he really doesn't seem that bad." Stormpaw shrugged, before flashing an apologetic look at the younger she cat. "I'll still claw you if you do something stupid, though." She added, her hues flashing as she glared at the tom. She didn't want to pick sides. She liked them both, though there were things about both of them that she was unsure about. It was just who she was, and she wasn't quite sure whether it was going to work out for them to be 'friends forever' or not. In her mind, something like that was just an illusion built to make other cats think that they were stronger then they actually were. Stormpaw sighed, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth as it always did when she was nervous or curious.

Right now, she was a little of both.

"Works for me," Stormpaw mewed with a slight smile. She had met cats who were much worse then these two. Things were going to work out just fine, as far as she could tell. She had been wrong before, and she didn't want to be wrong again...but perhaps things were going to change for the better someday. Perhaps things were going to become better later on between them, just as long as-- as Fairypaw had so neatly put it-- she stayed away from Tigerpaw. Just don't become attached. Because you're a jinx. Remember? She thought, with a sigh as she glanced down at her paws. For a moment she looked almost like she had when they had first met-- her ears were back and her hues had lost their fiery light, turning into something that was much duller.

Something was definitely wrong, that was plain to see.

"I like to hunt. And fight. It depends, I mean, I can fight if I need to-- I'm okay at it-- but hunting is more of my thing." Stormpaw mewed with the slightest twitch of her tail. That was true...she was pretty decent at fighting, but during the Liberation-- battle-- when SkyClan had come, she had nearly gotten herself killed. Not to mention the cat who had helped her. She sighed, looking down at her paws again before glancing back up at the two younger cats. "Don't worry, I won't," She mewed in a low tone to Fairypaw before examining the apprentice with a curious expression. "What about you? What do you like to do?" She asked, the tip of her tail twitching again in curiosity as the light returned to her blue hues, lighting them up like tiny blue flames.

She wasn't as afraid as she had been anymore.

[Brilliance]

"Sorry. You'll have to figure that out on your own." Stormpaw shrugged, and then grinned. It would be interesting, seeing the tom trying to guess what was going on with her. The truth was, she liked these younger cats; and she was already forgetting the incident where she had bumped into the tom. That was making her feel more secure, and more like she really...belonged with these cats. Maybe this was what she had been hoping for these past few moons. Stormpaw was a playful apprentice, it just took her a while to show that side. She would be a warrior soon and sometimes, she felt as though she should sink into a hole until she could contain her more playful nature, which could sometimes result in her becoming more secluded.

Reclusive, perhaps.

She chose a select amount of friends and stuck with them, though lately she had felt as though she didn't have any friends. Though that was untrue; she actually had quite a few friends, she just wasn't always the best at realizing it. "Well yeah. I mean, I guess I'm just not...interesting or something. And I know I'm not anywhere as pretty as some of those other she cats-- like you. You're very pretty, Fairypaw." Stormpaw mewed, looking at the younger apprentice. It was true-- she admired the different colors that were showing on the younger cat's pelt. She admired them, though she had no idea what the other cat thought of her. That was a problem when it came to Stormpaw's insecurities, when she thought something might be wrong, because she instantly changed.

Back into her shy, nervous self.

And when Tigerpaw didn't finish his sentence, the older apprentice's ears tilted backwards and she crouched down as though she were scared of something. She didn't say anything for a while until slowly, with Fairypaw's words, she began to stand back up. The she cat was smaller then her, which, although it didn't seem very nice, Stormpaw was grateful for. She was so used to being towered over that she had begun to worry that something bad might happen if she tried to do practically anything. "Maybe. I don't know, I-I think maybe toms just aren't interested." Stormpaw shrugged a little and tried to smile, although it faltered slightly. It seemed any time she liked anybody, anytime she really cared for a tom, they just went away. Crowpaw. Hiddentalon.

Both were gone now, but they had left lasting memories.

"I believe that. Sorry, Fairypaw-- but he really doesn't seem that bad." Stormpaw shrugged, before flashing an apologetic look at the younger she cat. "I'll still claw you if you do something stupid, though." She added, her hues flashing as she glared at the tom. She didn't want to pick sides. She liked them both, though there were things about both of them that she was unsure about. It was just who she was, and she wasn't quite sure whether it was going to work out for them to be 'friends forever' or not. In her mind, something like that was just an illusion built to make other cats think that they were stronger then they actually were. Stormpaw sighed, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth as it always did when she was nervous or curious.

Right now, she was a little of both.

"Works for me," Stormpaw mewed with a slight smile. She had met cats who were much worse then these two. Things were going to work out just fine, as far as she could tell. She had been wrong before, and she didn't want to be wrong again...but perhaps things were going to change for the better someday. Perhaps things were going to become better later on between them, just as long as-- as Fairypaw had so neatly put it-- she stayed away from Tigerpaw. Just don't become attached. Because you're a jinx. Remember? She thought, with a sigh as she glanced down at her paws. For a moment she looked almost like she had when they had first met-- her ears were back and her hues had lost their fiery light, turning into something that was much duller.

Something was definitely wrong, that was plain to see.

"I like to hunt. And fight. It depends, I mean, I can fight if I need to-- I'm okay at it-- but hunting is more of my thing." Stormpaw mewed with the slightest twitch of her tail. That was true...she was pretty decent at fighting, but during the Liberation-- battle-- when SkyClan had come, she had nearly gotten herself killed. Not to mention the cat who had helped her. She sighed, looking down at her paws again before glancing back up at the two younger cats. "Don't worry, I won't," She mewed in a low tone to Fairypaw before examining the apprentice with a curious expression. "What about you? What do you like to do?" She asked, the tip of her tail twitching again in curiosity as the light returned to her blue hues, lighting them up like tiny blue flames.

She wasn't as afraid as she had been anymore.

Tigerpaw was actually starting to like her more fiery side. It humored him in more ways than one. ''I find it very sad that you're treating me this way,'' The tiger striped cat mocked, playfully. ''You were so nice before!'' He laughed.
Fairypaw found it amusing as well, as she watched the two interact. But, she also felt a tinge of pink- from embarrassment- most likely that the silver tabby called her pretty. She shyly said, ''I think you're very pretty as well.''
''I agree.'' Tigerpaw said, confidently. ''I mean, you are both very pretty,'' he then rolled his eyes, ''I don't see why you she-cats have to be so insecure about it.''
Fairypaw narrowed her eyes at him. ''Well!'' She exclaimed. ''Ever since we were younger, you'd always call me ugly in the first place!''
Tigerpaw snickered, ''We were kits,'' he explained. ''And, we are siblings. I honestly wouldn't want any other tom to look at you because then I would have to claw their eyes out.'' He took a quick glance at Stormpaw, wondering if he would do the same for her. He nodded. Of course, he would. They would seem to already made good friends in the first place. And, the way she talked sadly about past friends in her life, made him feel a certain way, honestly. He was all for the smooth talk and all, but he had a sister- Fairypaw- and he wouldn't want her to go through that same pain, or whatever type of emotion Stormpaw was feeling. Especially not over some low-life tom.
This made him roll his eyes.
Fairypaw twitched her tail in excitement. ''I love play fighting!...though I need to work more on my hunting.''
''Yeah...we were never really appointed any mentors.'' Tigerpaw sighed, sadly. ''So, we've been training ourselves.'' He huffed.
Fairypaw nodded in agreement to Tigerpaw. ''It would be nice to train. I want to be a brave warrior for my clan.'' And, she turned to Stormpaw, with admiration in her eyes, ''I know you'd do well. The more practice, the more perfect you'll become.'' Fairypaw then said, ''I like to-''
''Sleep.'' Tigerpaw interrupted the marbled cat. ''That's all she do!''
Fairypaw hissed at him, ''I do not sleep all the time.''
''Oh, I'm sorry,'' he said, sarcastically. ''You're just tired all the time.''
''Whatever,'' She turned back to the silver tabby, ''He's just showing off. You know, since he likes to boast around...pretty cats.''
Tigerpaw chuckled. ''I do not.'' He stated, confidently, and hopped back onto a rock, lashing his tail. ''In fact, I like fighting, but running is mainly my thing.''
Fairypaw laughed, ''You respond too slowly when there is an attack, you slow tom.''
''Oh yeah?'' The tom sneered, playfully.
Fairypaw gently flicked her tail towards Stormpaw. ''Why don't you try to pin him down? I'm sure you can handle him.''
''I doubt it.'' The tom said, but he loved taking on a challenge. Fairypaw knew he only was showing off, and she wanted to teach him a lesson. A taste of his own medicine will stop that large head from swelling.
''Perhaps we can go hunting!'' She said, excitedly. ''I could use something to eat...and maybe you could teach me a few moves...'' She looked up, her eyes filled with hope.
However, Tigerpaw ruined the moment. ''Yeah, she going to need it.'' He snickered, once again.

[lone]

Tigerpaw was actually starting to like her more fiery side. It humored him in more ways than one. ''I find it very sad that you're treating me this way,'' The tiger striped cat mocked, playfully. ''You were so nice before!'' He laughed.
Fairypaw found it amusing as well, as she watched the two interact. But, she also felt a tinge of pink- from embarrassment- most likely that the silver tabby called her pretty. She shyly said, ''I think you're very pretty as well.''
''I agree.'' Tigerpaw said, confidently. ''I mean, you are both very pretty,'' he then rolled his eyes, ''I don't see why you she-cats have to be so insecure about it.''
Fairypaw narrowed her eyes at him. ''Well!'' She exclaimed. ''Ever since we were younger, you'd always call me ugly in the first place!''
Tigerpaw snickered, ''We were kits,'' he explained. ''And, we are siblings. I honestly wouldn't want any other tom to look at you because then I would have to claw their eyes out.'' He took a quick glance at Stormpaw, wondering if he would do the same for her. He nodded. Of course, he would. They would seem to already made good friends in the first place. And, the way she talked sadly about past friends in her life, made him feel a certain way, honestly. He was all for the smooth talk and all, but he had a sister- Fairypaw- and he wouldn't want her to go through that same pain, or whatever type of emotion Stormpaw was feeling. Especially not over some low-life tom.
This made him roll his eyes.
Fairypaw twitched her tail in excitement. ''I love play fighting!...though I need to work more on my hunting.''
''Yeah...we were never really appointed any mentors.'' Tigerpaw sighed, sadly. ''So, we've been training ourselves.'' He huffed.
Fairypaw nodded in agreement to Tigerpaw. ''It would be nice to train. I want to be a brave warrior for my clan.'' And, she turned to Stormpaw, with admiration in her eyes, ''I know you'd do well. The more practice, the more perfect you'll become.'' Fairypaw then said, ''I like to-''
''Sleep.'' Tigerpaw interrupted the marbled cat. ''That's all she do!''
Fairypaw hissed at him, ''I do not sleep all the time.''
''Oh, I'm sorry,'' he said, sarcastically. ''You're just tired all the time.''
''Whatever,'' She turned back to the silver tabby, ''He's just showing off. You know, since he likes to boast around...pretty cats.''
Tigerpaw chuckled. ''I do not.'' He stated, confidently, and hopped back onto a rock, lashing his tail. ''In fact, I like fighting, but running is mainly my thing.''
Fairypaw laughed, ''You respond too slowly when there is an attack, you slow tom.''
''Oh yeah?'' The tom sneered, playfully.
Fairypaw gently flicked her tail towards Stormpaw. ''Why don't you try to pin him down? I'm sure you can handle him.''
''I doubt it.'' The tom said, but he loved taking on a challenge. Fairypaw knew he only was showing off, and she wanted to teach him a lesson. A taste of his own medicine will stop that large head from swelling.
''Perhaps we can go hunting!'' She said, excitedly. ''I could use something to eat...and maybe you could teach me a few moves...'' She looked up, her eyes filled with hope.
However, Tigerpaw ruined the moment. ''Yeah, she going to need it.'' He snickered, once again.

Stormpaw cocked her head to the side and her ears pricked forwards. "Well, now I'm offended. You don't think I'm nice now?" She asked with a laugh, curling her tail around her paws as she did so. She looked taller-- and older-- when she sat up, like she had been a warrior for a while. Although she didn't exactly radiate the confidence she would like to, she was still able to give the impression that she was a loyal, strong member of ThunderClan. She was looking forwards to being a warrior once Gyrewind returned, and would do more ceremonies. Such a thing was sorely needed, since there were many kits who were apprentice-aged and more then a few apprentices who were warrior aged. She was hoping that any day now, the new leader would return and everything would be right again.

But her fear told her otherwise.

Stormpaw's fear was constantly keeping her from hoping for the best, as well as looking on the bright side. All she could ever think was whether or not her friends were dead, or hurt, or didn't like her anymore. She looked somewhat surprised when both of the younger apprentices said that she was pretty-- and Tigerpaw mentioned Fairypaw was pretty too, which she thought was a nice thing to do. "W-well thank you. Both of you." She mewed, and then laughed at his next comment. "We're insecure because nowadays, if you actually want a tom to like you, you have to rely on your appearance. The pretty ones are the ones who have the best lives. The smart, or funny, or awkward ones, well...they don't get chosen as easily." She explained. She'd had quite a bit of expertise in this area.

Perhaps the reason she hadn't had much luck was because she was too awkward.

Clumsy. Nervous. Scared all the time. Toms didn't seem to go for that sort of thing, they wanted a she cat who was...like herself. She laughed at their banter-- it was quite amusing, really. She loved watching the two of them interact, it was almost like seeing a real brother and sister fighting. Stormpaw had never gotten any of that. No brothers and sisters fighting for her, something that she was thankful for...mainly because she was nervous something bad might happen later on. She wondered if she would ever meet another tom that made her feel the same as she had around Crowpaw, and Hiddentalon. She doubted it-- they had been special, unique in their own right. And, as insane as it sounded, she thought Tigerpaw had some of the same attributes as Hiddentalon.

Maybe, in time...he would be like the tan and white warrior.

Just as long as someone kept him in his place-- she could do that. Although they were about the same size, Stormpaw was the one with more training and she was more powerful then she appeared. "Really? That's odd..." She mewed, her voice trailing off and she cocked her head to the side before she shrugged. "I could always help both of you out. If you needed it. Since I'm not a warrior yet, I can't really call you my apprentices-- which would be weird anyways, since you should only have one at a time, but I could still sort of train you." The silver she cat mewed, sizing the two of them up. Tigerpaw looked more like a natural fighter, while Fairypaw really did remind her of a hunter. With some training, they would probably be great warriors for the Clan.

It was too bad they didn't have mentors.

Stormpaw wasn't a full warrior yet, although her training was completed, and she was satisfied with what she had learned to the point where she would be able to teach the younger cats fairly well. "Oh really?" She asked, in response to Fairypaw's comment. She cocked her head to the side, hues gleaming mischievously as she glanced at the younger tom, but she shrugged it off after a moment. She didn't really care. A more competitive spirit seemed to arouse in her at Fairypaw's remark, then Tigerpaw's rebuttal. "Oh really? I'll take you anywhere, anytime." She mewed, only half joking. She was counting on the fact that she was observant in weaknesses to be able to take the apprentice down. Besides that, she was fairly certain she was the stronger out of the two.

Though she could always be wrong.

"Absolutely, I'd be happy to." The silver tabby smiled pleasantly at the younger apprentice. She was glad that Fairypaw was being so welcoming towards her...it was a luxury that she rarely got these days. And every bit of kindness was warming her heart, making her feel as though she truly belonged here, with these cats. She was glad to have met them. And Stormpaw was fairly sure that they were all going to end up being great friends, despite how different the three of them seemed. She analyzed Fairypaw quickly, as though seeing what her greatest strengths and weaknesses were, before she turned her ice blue hues onto Tigerpaw. A hiss escaped her as she heard his comment, and she analyzed him quickly, looking for his weakest spot.

And then, Stormpaw pounced, slamming into his side in an attempt to knock him over.

[Brilliance]

Stormpaw cocked her head to the side and her ears pricked forwards. "Well, now I'm offended. You don't think I'm nice now?" She asked with a laugh, curling her tail around her paws as she did so. She looked taller-- and older-- when she sat up, like she had been a warrior for a while. Although she didn't exactly radiate the confidence she would like to, she was still able to give the impression that she was a loyal, strong member of ThunderClan. She was looking forwards to being a warrior once Gyrewind returned, and would do more ceremonies. Such a thing was sorely needed, since there were many kits who were apprentice-aged and more then a few apprentices who were warrior aged. She was hoping that any day now, the new leader would return and everything would be right again.

But her fear told her otherwise.

Stormpaw's fear was constantly keeping her from hoping for the best, as well as looking on the bright side. All she could ever think was whether or not her friends were dead, or hurt, or didn't like her anymore. She looked somewhat surprised when both of the younger apprentices said that she was pretty-- and Tigerpaw mentioned Fairypaw was pretty too, which she thought was a nice thing to do. "W-well thank you. Both of you." She mewed, and then laughed at his next comment. "We're insecure because nowadays, if you actually want a tom to like you, you have to rely on your appearance. The pretty ones are the ones who have the best lives. The smart, or funny, or awkward ones, well...they don't get chosen as easily." She explained. She'd had quite a bit of expertise in this area.

Perhaps the reason she hadn't had much luck was because she was too awkward.

Clumsy. Nervous. Scared all the time. Toms didn't seem to go for that sort of thing, they wanted a she cat who was...like herself. She laughed at their banter-- it was quite amusing, really. She loved watching the two of them interact, it was almost like seeing a real brother and sister fighting. Stormpaw had never gotten any of that. No brothers and sisters fighting for her, something that she was thankful for...mainly because she was nervous something bad might happen later on. She wondered if she would ever meet another tom that made her feel the same as she had around Crowpaw, and Hiddentalon. She doubted it-- they had been special, unique in their own right. And, as insane as it sounded, she thought Tigerpaw had some of the same attributes as Hiddentalon.

Maybe, in time...he would be like the tan and white warrior.

Just as long as someone kept him in his place-- she could do that. Although they were about the same size, Stormpaw was the one with more training and she was more powerful then she appeared. "Really? That's odd..." She mewed, her voice trailing off and she cocked her head to the side before she shrugged. "I could always help both of you out. If you needed it. Since I'm not a warrior yet, I can't really call you my apprentices-- which would be weird anyways, since you should only have one at a time, but I could still sort of train you." The silver she cat mewed, sizing the two of them up. Tigerpaw looked more like a natural fighter, while Fairypaw really did remind her of a hunter. With some training, they would probably be great warriors for the Clan.

It was too bad they didn't have mentors.

Stormpaw wasn't a full warrior yet, although her training was completed, and she was satisfied with what she had learned to the point where she would be able to teach the younger cats fairly well. "Oh really?" She asked, in response to Fairypaw's comment. She cocked her head to the side, hues gleaming mischievously as she glanced at the younger tom, but she shrugged it off after a moment. She didn't really care. A more competitive spirit seemed to arouse in her at Fairypaw's remark, then Tigerpaw's rebuttal. "Oh really? I'll take you anywhere, anytime." She mewed, only half joking. She was counting on the fact that she was observant in weaknesses to be able to take the apprentice down. Besides that, she was fairly certain she was the stronger out of the two.

Though she could always be wrong.

"Absolutely, I'd be happy to." The silver tabby smiled pleasantly at the younger apprentice. She was glad that Fairypaw was being so welcoming towards her...it was a luxury that she rarely got these days. And every bit of kindness was warming her heart, making her feel as though she truly belonged here, with these cats. She was glad to have met them. And Stormpaw was fairly sure that they were all going to end up being great friends, despite how different the three of them seemed. She analyzed Fairypaw quickly, as though seeing what her greatest strengths and weaknesses were, before she turned her ice blue hues onto Tigerpaw. A hiss escaped her as she heard his comment, and she analyzed him quickly, looking for his weakest spot.

And then, Stormpaw pounced, slamming into his side in an attempt to knock him over.

Just like Fairypaw had predicted, not that she needed to predict at all. She knew the tiger striped tom since birth. He was knocked down because he was too slow to respond. Fairypaw couldn't help, but roll over laughing.
Tigerpaw let out a surprised shriek when the older apprentice brought him down. He let out some type of muffled whine, feeling dejected. ''Hey!'' He complained, ''I wasn't even ready.'' He stared into her ice blue orbs, and his gaze wanted to soften, but he wasn't backing down.
''Serves you right.'' Fairypaw flickered her tail, after getting up. ''Besides, she's more experienced than you. You should had seen that coming-''
''Shut up, Fairypaw.'' Tigerpaw groaned. ''Don't you have a bug to play with?'' And, he turned his attention back onto the silver tabby. ''Yada yada yada yada, you're definitely not sweet or innocent as I thought you were.'' Tigerpaw felt his side numb, and he winced. ''You're definitely not a she-cat to mess with-''
''And, you're just now figuring that out?'' Fairypaw mused. ''I knew you were a bit slow!''
Tigerpaw hissed playfully at his 'sister' but he let her off the hook, turning his attention back on the silver tabby. ''As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted,'' He quickly gave Fairypaw accusingly eyes, ''You're going to let me up or not?'' He asked, playfully. His eyes narrowed at her, ''But, then again I don't mind being pinned down by you at all...''
Fairypaw shook her head. He was using that type of tone that was sugary sweet. She knew Tigerpaw loved to be smooth and all. ''He's terrible.'' She quietly stated to herself, and watch the two, amusement dancing in her orbs. Her tail thumped excited at what were to happen next, and she silently hoped that the she-cat would teach her some techniques of her own.
Fairypaw imagined this. She was satisfied.

[Ihartstars]

Leafkit was excited. He was going to be a warrior soon! Ever since his mother died, he was always so depressed. His coming apprentices ceremony was coming, so that was something to look forward to and lifted his spirits. He was always afraid to talk to the other kits, thought they would laugh at him for having no parents.

[meraki]

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?


It was a relief. It really was. With a mind like hers, it wasn't difficult to get stuck in your head, with dark thoughts sticky like cobwebs it was easy to get caught in her own dark spiderweb of thoughts. And sometimes, when she'd get stuck for too long, the dark, evil spider loomed over, it's evil spindly limbs threatening with blood-soaked dagger-like fangs. Sometimes, if she got too stuck, the spider would begin to feast and drain her brain of good thoughts, flipping and twisting and distorting them into cruel, twisted forms of their own. But Cariboupaw, ever good with timing, always managed to free her from the dark web of thoughts before the spider could drain out his own bit of light that still shown, and just looking at him would remind her that there really was still some good in this world. She knew in her heart that he'd be the one to help her slay the evil beast of dark thoughts that resided in her own twisted brain, and she had no doubts of his loyalty. He was always there for her. She knew that. And she was always there for him, and Lightningpaw hoped he knew that.

She looked over at him, thinking deeply; but not too deeply, of course. She liked how he made her think of things that wouldn't get her hooked into her deeper thoughts, and how he distracted her from thinking anything besides what they'd do that day. It was helpful, and she loved that he wanted to help. Worrying about smaller, more petty things always made her feel good, and if she ever got too nervous about something simple, she reminded herself of how she felt when she worried about something not so easy to comprehend. Oddly enough, this helped. A lot, actually. And even though Caribaoupaw hadn't exactly told her to do this himself, it seemed like he was implying it, whether he meant to or not.

Lightningpaw got a lot of ideas from things that she thought he was trying to get her to do or try. And more than half the time, he probably hadn't even been thinking of that. But it worked, and Lightningpaw was glad for that. But other times, when her thoughts got too deep; to the point where she wondered if there was even a point to trying to escape, she thought rather- peacefully. Not in a way that someone would think in her situation. While some would be angry, or maybe very sad, Lightningpaw felt numb- and maybe a little-peaceful. Knowing that she wouldn't have to live like that forever made her almost happy. That eventually, one way or another, she'd be in StarClan, with no worries, no depressing thoughts, no troubles or anything. Just peace. While these were good thoughts in a sense, it scared Lightningpaw. It scared her that she could be so calm when thinking about death. It really did, and she wished she was scared of death; like everyone else. But no one would or could think of her s being weird for thinking likme this, simply because no one knew. No one. Not even Cariboupaw knew of her thoughts on death. And no matter how much she trusted him, she didn't want to worry him. She'd hide this forever, until death awaited her. She'd be at peace. But not quite happy.

Lightningpaw wouldn't be happy until she was with Cariboupaw again. There was a part of her that made her feel selfish to think that, and she hated to feel selfish. Lightningpaw sighed slowly, before realizing that Cariboupaw would be confused to see her sigh. She looked over at him, thinking back to what they'd do that day. "Hm, well I'd love to catch up- I've missed you, if that's not odd, because we see eachother almost every day. I just wish I had more free time to hang out with you, y'know? Being an apprentice isn't as great as I'd hoped it to be." Lightningpaw said, hoping to infer that the reason she didn't like being an apprentice was because of the hard work, rather than her depression. "But hey, if it means we get to be warriors, it'll be worth it." Lightningpaw added. AT Cariboupaw's second question, she thought for a moment. "Well, I really want to have an apprentice of my own. I want to be able to help teach the next era of cats to the best of my ability. I guess it's one way to help out the clan, you know? I also can't wait to be taken seriously," Lightningpaw added as a half-hearted joke, knowing that most warriors only thought of apprentices as kits with an attitude. She couldn't wait to catch up with her friend, she'd missed him, and she didn't like the feeling of missing someone.

Like Cariboupaw, Lightning often thought of the sky. How open it was, how it changed, sometimes beautiful, clear, and sunny, sometimes dark, gloomy, and grey, it amazed her. But what was even more amazing to her was the stars; how even in the dark, dead of night, they still managed to shine down upon them, with the full brilliance that they'd shown the first clan cats there was. She loved how she could depend on the stars, how she knew they'd always be there, even if they did move around throughout the moons. The sky was beautiful, open, free, and dependable. She wished to be a bird, to fly endlessly in the bright blue, the grey, and the dark. Lightningpaw wanted to fly. Fly far, far away, to forget, and to be free. But then, she'd remember Cariboupaw.

She'd remember how he was always there for her, and it was all she could do to return the favor. He'd never leave her, and she'd never leave him; that's how it always had been, and how it would forever be, no matter what obstacle stood in their path. She'd do anything for him. she'd step in front of a twoleg monster, she'd swim across the ocean, she'd fly for him. There was absolutely nothing she wouldn't do for him, and Lightningpaw hoped dearly that he knew that, and no matter what; she silently wished to prove it to him. Even though he had no reason to not trust her, she still wanted to prove her loyalty, and she'd always want too.

Even thought she couldn't be sure, she knew, deep down, that it would one day kill her.

[Ihartstars]

[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.

Leafkit saw the other kit in the nursery, and watched her curiously, his green eyes following her every move. He didn't enjoy being lonely, so he thought this was a good time to make a friend. He was about to greet her, when another cat stepped in front of her and started talking. LeafKit shied away, hoping no one saw him. I wonder if anybody will notice me someday....When my apprentice ceremony comes, I'll be nothing but a laughing stock.... Leafkit laid back down in his small bed of moss, going back to intently staring at Falconkit

[lone]

Just like Fairypaw had predicted, not that she needed to predict at all. She knew the tiger striped tom since birth. He was knocked down because he was too slow to respond. Fairypaw couldn't help, but roll over laughing.
Tigerpaw let out a surprised shriek when the older apprentice brought him down. He let out some type of muffled whine, feeling dejected. ''Hey!'' He complained, ''I wasn't even ready.'' He stared into her ice blue orbs, and his gaze wanted to soften, but he wasn't backing down.
''Serves you right.'' Fairypaw flickered her tail, after getting up. ''Besides, she's more experienced than you. You should had seen that coming-''
''Shut up, Fairypaw.'' Tigerpaw groaned. ''Don't you have a bug to play with?'' And, he turned his attention back onto the silver tabby. ''Yada yada yada yada, you're definitely not sweet or innocent as I thought you were.'' Tigerpaw felt his side numb, and he winced. ''You're definitely not a she-cat to mess with-''
''And, you're just now figuring that out?'' Fairypaw mused. ''I knew you were a bit slow!''
Tigerpaw hissed playfully at his 'sister' but he let her off the hook, turning his attention back on the silver tabby. ''As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted,'' He quickly gave Fairypaw accusingly eyes, ''You're going to let me up or not?'' He asked, playfully. His eyes narrowed at her, ''But, then again I don't mind being pinned down by you at all...''
Fairypaw shook her head. He was using that type of tone that was sugary sweet. She knew Tigerpaw loved to be smooth and all. ''He's terrible.'' She quietly stated to herself, and watch the two, amusement dancing in her orbs. Her tail thumped excited at what were to happen next, and she silently hoped that the she-cat would teach her some techniques of her own.
Fairypaw imagined this. She was satisfied.

The silver tabby looked down at the tom she was pinning beneath her. She didn't seem to have a single care in her ice blue hues, although after a moment they gleamed with amusement. "Lesson number 1: Always be on guard. Ready for any attack." She mewed, her eyes fixed on the tom as though she was never going to look away. Some cats thought it was like she was looking right through them. Others said it was like she was trying to look right through them. And some thought that it was just plain weird, and by the way that they looked at her, Stormpaw imagined that they were right. Maybe she wasn't exactly everyone's definition of normal, but she liked to believe that she was a good cat. That she could be a good cat. "No, I'm not. That's why you shouldn't judge on first impressions. For instance, judging you on a first impression, I would say that you were cocky, overconfident, and flirty." She narrowed her hues, keeping her claws carefully sheathed. Her tail was swishing back and forth, and she pressed down a bit harder then she meant to on the tom.

Instantly her hues grew wide and she looked as though she might be about to release him, an apology showing in her expression though she never verbally spoke one. And why? Well, because she didn't want Fairypaw suddenly thinking that she was much weaker then she was. Stormpaw was strong for her height, and although most called her skinny-- she was really just a lithe young she cat. At Tigerpaw's remark, her hues widened until they looked as though they were too big for her face, then narrowed into slits as though she were reliving a nightmare. And in her head, she was. Hiddentalon. Honeyvenom. Laughing, joking, playing around, him...her... Stormpaw looked as though she would have liked to claw the younger apprentice right then and there, but instead she hit him with her paw and stared directly into his eyes so he could see how serious she was.

"Don't ever-- ever-- act like that around me. Understand?" She asked. Her voice was low, dangerous, and deadly sounding. She got off the tom, going to stand beside Fairypaw. She didn't look at him for a long time, and from the way that she felt, she didn't ever want to. "Does he always act like that?" She muttered to the she cat, her back turned to the tom, although her muscles were still tense, ears pricked forwards, paying attention to everything that was going on around her. For Stormpaw, everything was always active in her environment. Everything was always going, moving, and there was nothing that anyone could do to stop it.

Therefore, she was always listening.
@NoireRose ({@NoireRose)

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

( Pathos )

Remorakit rolled around in some moss idly, entirely alone and bored. Unsure where their friend Leafpaw was, they had nothing to do, and when they had nothing to do, they began to miss others horribly, even if they had talked earlier. Now, they were feeling sad that they hadn't yet told their adopted parent what Zerosight had offered them, and it nagged in their head. What would Fennelnose say? Would they be dissappointed? Happy? Both? Stopping their rolling to shake of the moss, Remora stepped on a smooth stone that they had hidden in their nest. Hurrying to re-bury it, they muzzle-planted into the moss with a squeak.

[Brilliance]

The silver tabby looked down at the tom she was pinning beneath her. She didn't seem to have a single care in her ice blue hues, although after a moment they gleamed with amusement. "Lesson number 1: Always be on guard. Ready for any attack." She mewed, her eyes fixed on the tom as though she was never going to look away. Some cats thought it was like she was looking right through them. Others said it was like she was trying to look right through them. And some thought that it was just plain weird, and by the way that they looked at her, Stormpaw imagined that they were right. Maybe she wasn't exactly everyone's definition of normal, but she liked to believe that she was a good cat. That she could be a good cat. "No, I'm not. That's why you shouldn't judge on first impressions. For instance, judging you on a first impression, I would say that you were cocky, overconfident, and flirty." She narrowed her hues, keeping her claws carefully sheathed. Her tail was swishing back and forth, and she pressed down a bit harder then she meant to on the tom.

Instantly her hues grew wide and she looked as though she might be about to release him, an apology showing in her expression though she never verbally spoke one. And why? Well, because she didn't want Fairypaw suddenly thinking that she was much weaker then she was. Stormpaw was strong for her height, and although most called her skinny-- she was really just a lithe young she cat. At Tigerpaw's remark, her hues widened until they looked as though they were too big for her face, then narrowed into slits as though she were reliving a nightmare. And in her head, she was. Hiddentalon. Honeyvenom. Laughing, joking, playing around, him...her... Stormpaw looked as though she would have liked to claw the younger apprentice right then and there, but instead she hit him with her paw and stared directly into his eyes so he could see how serious she was.

"Don't ever-- ever-- act like that around me. Understand?" She asked. Her voice was low, dangerous, and deadly sounding. She got off the tom, going to stand beside Fairypaw. She didn't look at him for a long time, and from the way that she felt, she didn't ever want to. "Does he always act like that?" She muttered to the she cat, her back turned to the tom, although her muscles were still tense, ears pricked forwards, paying attention to everything that was going on around her. For Stormpaw, everything was always active in her environment. Everything was always going, moving, and there was nothing that anyone could do to stop it.

Therefore, she was always listening.
@NoireRose ({@NoireRose)

''That was so cool!'' Fairypaw hopped on her paws, excitedly. After a terrible silence, and a smack against the tom's head, she wanted to add a little amusement to lighten up the situation. ''Always be on guard, ready to attack.'' Fairypaw repeated, and she crouched down low into a hunting position and acted it out on a nearby branch.
After Stormpaw set him straight, Tigerpaw immediately backed away. Though his eyes narrowed, he never gave up. Instead, he begin to profusely groom himself from the dirt and grime that clung to him. And, just like the she-cat, he didn't look at her.
Fairypaw trotted back towards the two, the branch fell from the tree, broken in two. She perked her ears at what Stormpaw said, and she nodded. ''He's somewhat always like that.'' She giggled. ''After all, he's a tom. What did you expect?'' She playfully swatted at her. ''But don't worry he'll be okay. That paw up the head might just be what he needed.''
Tigerpaw perked his ears. He could practically hear everything Fairypaw was saying, and he felt dejected, but being the smooth tom he was, that trait was shadowed. He instinctively got onto his fours after cleaning his fur. He gave a curt nod towards Stormpaw, ''Touche. But that didn't mean you had to go smacking me up now?'' His voice was tainted with annoyance. ''In fact, a simple stop flirting with me would had been sufficed!'' He rolled his eyes.
Fairypaw hushed him. ''You deserved it.'' She fluffed her tail, sitting down. ''You don't know how to ever kind hearted. Not every girl likes a bad, flirty tom, you know.''
Tigerpaw sat there for a few moments, before looking away. He stared into the distance, feeling the grass beneath his paws. He finally turned back to them and said, ''Whatever.'' He turned his back and stretched his body fully, cracking a few bones. ''I'm going for a quick run.'' With that said, he jumped on a rock and jumped down, moving his legs in a fast motion away from the apprentices' den.
Fairypaw flattened her ears. She knew Tigerpaw was a bit frustrated. Not at the fact that he was slapped, but at the fact he didn't respond as quick as he wanted. Fairypaw turned to the older apprentice and said, ''Stormpaw, he's not mad at you, by the way. He's just frustrated that he's quick on his feet but not his brain. Hence the way you attack him without him thinking a first thought.'' She gave a light chuckle. ''A run usually calms him down after a while, but he'll be okay.'' She smiled brightly. ''I do want to practice those moves you've done on Tigerpaw though! I can't wait to be alerted when I battle others!'' She said excitedly, and repeated. ''Always be on guard, ready to attack.'' She trotted a few ways away, swishing her tail. ''For now, can you teach me how to hunt? I'm really looking forward to something to eat.'' Then, she heard a loud grumble, realizing that it was her stomach. ''I feel as if I could eat an entire family of squirrels by myself.'' She laughed lightly.

[Ihartstars]

( Pathos )

Remorakit rolled around in some moss idly, entirely alone and bored. Unsure where their friend Leafpaw was, they had nothing to do, and when they had nothing to do, they began to miss others horribly, even if they had talked earlier. Now, they were feeling sad that they hadn't yet told their adopted parent what Zerosight had offered them, and it nagged in their head. What would Fennelnose say? Would they be dissappointed? Happy? Both? Stopping their rolling to shake of the moss, Remora stepped on a smooth stone that they had hidden in their nest. Hurrying to re-bury it, they muzzle-planted into the moss with a squeak.

Thornkit wasn't paying attention to where she was going, and accidentally stumbled on them. "Oh! I'm sorry....I didn't see you there." She dusts her pelt off and glances at Remorakit. "A-are you okay?" Thornkit looks at the rock that they just buried, gazing at it with intense amber eyes. She once and a while glanced over to her littermate, Leafkit, to keep a close eye on him.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Thornkit wasn't paying attention to where she was going, and accidentally stumbled on them. "Oh! I'm sorry....I didn't see you there." She dusts her pelt off and glances at Remorakit. "A-are you okay?" Thornkit looks at the rock that they just buried, gazing at it with intense amber eyes. She once and a while glanced over to her littermate, Leafkit, to keep a close eye on him.
(That was a closed post)

[ameko]

( Pathos )

Remorakit rolled around in some moss idly, entirely alone and bored. Unsure where their friend Leafpaw was, they had nothing to do, and when they had nothing to do, they began to miss others horribly, even if they had talked earlier. Now, they were feeling sad that they hadn't yet told their adopted parent what Zerosight had offered them, and it nagged in their head. What would Fennelnose say? Would they be dissappointed? Happy? Both? Stopping their rolling to shake of the moss, Remora stepped on a smooth stone that they had hidden in their nest. Hurrying to re-bury it, they muzzle-planted into the moss with a squeak.

Fennelnose awoke with a suppressed yawn, uncurling out of their previous position and stretching their paws out. They drew in a much-needed breath, ever-so-slowly exhaling as their heartbeat slowed down. Their tail flicked outwards, small bits of moss falling off as they basked in the afterglow of their dream. It was a very peaceful one, in which they had had a mate that looked eerily similar to Pigeonfleck and kits that looked almost exactly like Fennelnose. It saddened them, to say the least, when they thought about their past and their inability to bear kits. But all of that was whisked away once they saw their adopted kit. A bittersweet smile graced their face; even if they didn't have any biological kits, Remorakit was one of the closest to one that they could've asked for. They raised themself to their paws, a touch unsteadily, and made their way over to them. "Hey," they murmured, crouching down to their height so as not to seem intimidating. Fennelnose always worried that they scared kits in some way, and Remora was no exception. In response to having just noticed them shove their muzzle into the moss, they meowed, "What are you doing?"

[Ihartstars]

Fallenstorm was talking to his sister when he was rudely interrupted by a she-cat. Rosefeather, his sister, also glared at the intruder. What are you two doing? Shouldn't you be on night patrol?! Asked the grumpy female. "Echosong, don't you have something better to do? Like organizing the dawn's patrols? We just came back from the night patrol.[I] Fallenstorm and Rosefeather nodded. Echosong was a little too bossy sometimes, but they got used to it, as they had known her since they were kits.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Fennelnose awoke with a suppressed yawn, uncurling out of their previous position and stretching their paws out. They drew in a much-needed breath, ever-so-slowly exhaling as their heartbeat slowed down. Their tail flicked outwards, small bits of moss falling off as they basked in the afterglow of their dream. It was a very peaceful one, in which they had had a mate that looked eerily similar to Pigeonfleck and kits that looked almost exactly like Fennelnose. It saddened them, to say the least, when they thought about their past and their inability to bear kits. But all of that was whisked away once they saw their adopted kit. A bittersweet smile graced their face; even if they didn't have any biological kits, Remorakit was one of the closest to one that they could've asked for. They raised themself to their paws, a touch unsteadily, and made their way over to them. "Hey," they murmured, crouching down to their height so as not to seem intimidating. Fennelnose always worried that they scared kits in some way, and Remora was no exception. In response to having just noticed them shove their muzzle into the moss, they meowed, "What are you doing?"
Stumbling to their paws, Remora flicked the moss that had clung to their face off. "W-whoops! Sorry about-- Fennelnose!" the exclaimed gleefully acter looking up, jumping towards their adopted parent. "I've missed you. Guess where I've been," they added cockily, puffing out their chest and beaming--there would be no beating around the bush. Their change in posture and attitude was noticeable, considering that usually they just snuggled up against Fennelnose and tried to avoid crying about something or another, but it may not have been for the better; Remorakit had a tendency to go a bit overboard when they were happy.

[Ihartstars]

(That was a closed post)

Oh sorry, I didn't see that. My bad XD

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Oh sorry, I didn't see that. My bad XD
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[ameko]

Stumbling to their paws, Remora flicked the moss that had clung to their face off. "W-whoops! Sorry about-- Fennelnose!" the exclaimed gleefully acter looking up, jumping towards their adopted parent. "I've missed you. Guess where I've been," they added cockily, puffing out their chest and beaming--there would be no beating around the bush. Their change in posture and attitude was noticeable, considering that usually they just snuggled up against Fennelnose and tried to avoid crying about something or another, but it may not have been for the better; Remorakit had a tendency to go a bit overboard when they were happy.

Fennel raised an eyebrow at their adopted kit's excitable behavior. It was not often that they were like this, so they simply hoped that it would last for a while. Quiet purring rumbling through their body, they sat back on their haunches and responded, "I've missed you too. Oh, I don't know—where have you been?" It would've had to have been a wonderful place to them to be this gleeful. In their mind, Fennelnose made a checklist of all the possible places that Remorakit could've gone, immediately crossing off places like the apprentices' den, the warriors' den, or the elders' den. It wasn't that exhilarating to visit those places, but maybe somewhere else in the camp... they wouldn't have been allowed to go into the leader's den, so maybe the medicine cat's den? No, they dismissed that thought just as it arrived. Remora didn't seem like they would enjoy that den. And yet, with another glance at their kit, the suspicions did not fade. Would they?

[seasalt]

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?

Liquoris
Sounds pretty interesting, to be honest.. "Alright." Leafpaw replied, a rather interested look in his leaf green optics. Exploring, really wasn't in his vocabulary, but at least it could be something interesting to do. And the Shadowclan border sounded even more interesting. The pines were a curious thing, and perhaps, Leafpaw wanted to know what the borders were. The brown tabby looked right back at Sunstrike, with a calm expression on his face as she asked the question. He understood why Sunstrike was nervous. Completely, honestly. "Sure!" Leafpaw answered, perhaps they would meet some Shadowclan Cats at the border, that would be interesting, unless a fight happened. Leafpaw wouldn't be really ready for that, for sure.
He hadn't learned any fighting moves just yet so it would rather a bad thing for a fight to happen. Leafpaw honestly didn't care what they did though, it all sounded good to him, he wasn't very picky, unlike some people. "I don't care what we do, it doesn't really matter." He told her honestly, and rather instantly. "Whatever you want to do, its fine. I won't complain, I really do have anything to complain about, really." This was the honest truth, really, it was. Leafpaw didn't really have anything that interested, unless you count knowing the territory, and perhaps hunting, but not by much, if at all.

[graves]

"Yep." Kestrelkit mewed, a bright spark in her hues. A fierce one. It was constantly there, but it wasn't constantly as bright and obvious...but for the moment being, it was quite obvious in her hues. The she cat wondered what it would have been like to be born a kittypet. Clan-born cats seemed to have the best of everything...and she wasn't quite sure why anyone would choose to be a kittypet. But she wouldn't question the warrior's loyalty; for one thing, it wasn't her place, and for another, even if she was old enough to be wondering about loyalty, she still shouldn't. The tip of Kestrelkit's tail began to twitch as she listened to the older cat speak again. "I hope so." She sighed, looking down at the ground for a moment before glancing up at the sky, head cocked to the side in a younger kit-like manner. Although Kestrelkit was quite mature for her age, and was intelligent enough, sometimes she could act much more like a kit then she would have preferred to admit. Like now, for instance...right now she was feeling much younger and almost as though she would have liked to start running around and playing. But she wouldn't; she knew better then to do something like that. She didn't want to appear as though she had just been acting this whole time.

Because she hadn't.
Aime'Storm stood up and stretched,arching his back and gave a large yawn,scuffing his claws against the snow. He looked back at the kit and smiled. He had never met a kit with such maturity,or intelligence for that matter. he figured she would make a good warrior,and a good apprentice to whomever she was assigned to. His eyes gazed at the rest of the camp,green eyes exploring as he sighed. "Unfortunately I have warrior duties to attend to but,I'm glad I got to meet you Krestal." he smiled,"I suggest maybe going in the nursery,I wouldn't want you to catch a cold out here either." he mewed, glancing at the nursery which was near by. He didn't know how long he had been outside talking,but it must've been awhile seeing from the snowflake pile that had grown on his stomach.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Iceclaw
"Okay, go and drop your prey off in the fresh kill pile..." He ordered them.

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

Iceclaw
"Okay, go and drop your prey off in the fresh kill pile..." He ordered them.
The apprentices did as they told as they did stoneheart and skyleap came running over "wheres redclaw" they asked harmonyblade ( Rockstar )

[lone]

It was a relief. It really was. With a mind like hers, it wasn't difficult to get stuck in your head, with dark thoughts sticky like cobwebs it was easy to get caught in her own dark spiderweb of thoughts. And sometimes, when she'd get stuck for too long, the dark, evil spider loomed over, it's evil spindly limbs threatening with blood-soaked dagger-like fangs. Sometimes, if she got too stuck, the spider would begin to feast and drain her brain of good thoughts, flipping and twisting and distorting them into cruel, twisted forms of their own. But Cariboupaw, ever good with timing, always managed to free her from the dark web of thoughts before the spider could drain out his own bit of light that still shown, and just looking at him would remind her that there really was still some good in this world. She knew in her heart that he'd be the one to help her slay the evil beast of dark thoughts that resided in her own twisted brain, and she had no doubts of his loyalty. He was always there for her. She knew that. And she was always there for him, and Lightningpaw hoped he knew that.


She looked over at him, thinking deeply; but not too deeply, of course. She liked how he made her think of things that wouldn't get her hooked into her deeper thoughts, and how he distracted her from thinking anything besides what they'd do that day. It was helpful, and she loved that he wanted to help. Worrying about smaller, more petty things always made her feel good, and if she ever got too nervous about something simple, she reminded herself of how she felt when she worried about something not so easy to comprehend. Oddly enough, this helped. A lot, actually. And even though Caribaoupaw hadn't exactly told her to do this himself, it seemed like he was implying it, whether he meant to or not.

Lightningpaw got a lot of ideas from things that she thought he was trying to get her to do or try. And more than half the time, he probably hadn't even been thinking of that. But it worked, and Lightningpaw was glad for that. But other times, when her thoughts got too deep; to the point where she wondered if there was even a point to trying to escape, she thought rather- peacefully. Not in a way that someone would think in her situation. While some would be angry, or maybe very sad, Lightningpaw felt numb- and maybe a little-peaceful. Knowing that she wouldn't have to live like that forever made her almost happy. That eventually, one way or another, she'd be in StarClan, with no worries, no depressing thoughts, no troubles or anything. Just peace. While these were good thoughts in a sense, it scared Lightningpaw. It scared her that she could be so calm when thinking about death. It really did, and she wished she was scared of death; like everyone else. But no one would or could think of her s being weird for thinking likme this, simply because no one knew. No one. Not even Cariboupaw knew of her thoughts on death. And no matter how much she trusted him, she didn't want to worry him. She'd hide this forever, until death awaited her. She'd be at peace. But not quite happy.

Lightningpaw wouldn't be happy until she was with Cariboupaw again. There was a part of her that made her feel selfish to think that, and she hated to feel selfish. Lightningpaw sighed slowly, before realizing that Cariboupaw would be confused to see her sigh. She looked over at him, thinking back to what they'd do that day. "Hm, well I'd love to catch up- I've missed you, if that's not odd, because we see eachother almost every day. I just wish I had more free time to hang out with you, y'know? Being an apprentice isn't as great as I'd hoped it to be." Lightningpaw said, hoping to infer that the reason she didn't like being an apprentice was because of the hard work, rather than her depression. "But hey, if it means we get to be warriors, it'll be worth it." Lightningpaw added. AT Cariboupaw's second question, she thought for a moment. "Well, I really want to have an apprentice of my own. I want to be able to help teach the next era of cats to the best of my ability. I guess it's one way to help out the clan, you know? I also can't wait to be taken seriously," Lightningpaw added as a half-hearted joke, knowing that most warriors only thought of apprentices as kits with an attitude. She couldn't wait to catch up with her friend, she'd missed him, and she didn't like the feeling of missing someone.

Like Cariboupaw, Lightning often thought of the sky. How open it was, how it changed, sometimes beautiful, clear, and sunny, sometimes dark, gloomy, and grey, it amazed her. But what was even more amazing to her was the stars; how even in the dark, dead of night, they still managed to shine down upon them, with the full brilliance that they'd shown the first clan cats there was. She loved how she could depend on the stars, how she knew they'd always be there, even if they did move around throughout the moons. The sky was beautiful, open, free, and dependable. She wished to be a bird, to fly endlessly in the bright blue, the grey, and the dark. Lightningpaw wanted to fly. Fly far, far away, to forget, and to be free. But then, she'd remember Cariboupaw.

She'd remember how he was always there for her, and it was all she could do to return the favor. He'd never leave her, and she'd never leave him; that's how it always had been, and how it would forever be, no matter what obstacle stood in their path. She'd do anything for him. she'd step in front of a twoleg monster, she'd swim across the ocean, she'd fly for him. There was absolutely nothing she wouldn't do for him, and Lightningpaw hoped dearly that he knew that, and no matter what; she silently wished to prove it to him. Even though he had no reason to not trust her, she still wanted to prove her loyalty, and she'd always want too.


Even thought she couldn't be sure, she knew, deep down, that it would one day kill her.
The brown and white patched tom knew that his friend needed him. And he needed her-- without her, he would have probably perished during the time of Ratnight's rule, and he might have even left the Clan long ago. It was a good thing that she tolerated him enough to the point where it wasn't too awkward when they were together. Although they had their ups and downs, just like any other friendship, but they would always make it through. There were times when he wondered if he and Lightningpaw should truly be friends, but the part of his mind that knew they should, that knew they belonged together as friends, always won in the end.

Cariboupaw smiled over at the she cat, looking directly at her. He hated the times when it seemed that things were going to fall apart, as though nothing in the world was as it should be. But he knew that things were going to be alright, that he had to trust that the world knew what it was doing and things were going to turn out just fine. Even if he didn't always believe it, he was constantly living that hope. If he were being honest, he didn't always want to live it. Sometimes he wanted to turn his back on that belief and never look back. He didn't want to believe that things were going downhill, but there were definitely times that he believed they were. That he believed things were going to crash in flames, and then the forest would catch fire, and then everyone living within it would die.

That was the thing with the tom-- once his imagination took off, it was almost impossible to get it to stop. But he never stopped dreaming...because he was a dreamer, hopeful for the future and hopeful for the present. He would never stop believing that things were going to get better someday and he would continue to hope that they would until they really did. That was the only thing that he could do, was hope...because after all, what could an older apprentice/close-to warrior do about the way the Clan was now? They needed a leader, but Gyrewind was away, and because of that they didn't have a Deputy-- Gyrewind was the only leader that they had. He sighed, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth as he thought for a moment.

He was thinking right now, thinking about almost anything that could happen, thinking about what he could do in the future...just thinking. He sighed, before glancing over at his friend again and listening to her speak. "I know what you mean. When I was a kit, I thought of learning how to defend my Clan and fights at the border, and hunting, catching the biggest prey...but none of that's happened. Besides learning how to defend the Clan." The tom sighed, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth, back and forth, hues narrowed angrily as he thought about the false illusion that had been built up. Why had everyone built up being an apprentice so much? It certainly wasn't everything it was cut out to be, and why would anyone think that it was? He knew that once he was a warrior, he would make sure his apprentice knew that being an apprentice wasn't as glamorous as it was cut out to be.

And he wanted to make sure that things would change here. He had great ideas, hopes for the future that he knew would most likely never become reality. But one thing would-- he wanted he and Lightningpaw to be friends for life. To be able to trust each other through everything. He remembered late nights, early mornings, and even the noontime when he would sit outside watching the sky and the stars coming out. He loved watching the sky and stars. The tom glanced up at the sky now, seeing the sun shining down upon the Clans with a bright, friendly light that made him feel comfortable and at home. He loved the daytime, when the sun was out-- but the tom also equally loved the night, with it's dark mystery that seemed to engulf everything around it, snuffing life out and equally giving life to others who might enjoy it. He wished he had a black pelt like Lightningpaw at times, so he could disappear into the shadows and never come out.

Though he wasn't quite sure how things would go with her if that happened. "The first thing I'm going to do when I get an apprentices is have a nice long talk with them about how being an apprentice is not as glamorous as it seems." He mewed, with a short laugh. That really was what he wanted to do. Explain what would happen, and then make them do everything that his mentor had had him do. He realized now that it was preparing him, making him feel special and comfortable around these cats, and he glanced over at the black she cat, his hues twinkling in amusement. In some ways, she reminded him of the night sky. She had a dark, mysterious sense about her, but once he got used to it...it seemed as though the stars had come out and illuminated everything about her, making it twice as bright and beautiful. Cariboupaw wasn't nervous to compliment his friend, since they had been friends forever-- and besides that, it was just a bit of harmless joking, nothing to it.

"You look nice today. Are you doing something new with your pelt?" He asked, examining her as though she were one of his personal projects. She wasn't, of course...both because he didn't really have 'personal projects' and because if he did, he wouldn't change anything about his best friend. Cariboupaw was more of one to adjust to a situation then change it if he was unable to...but if he was able to, he would change it as best he could. It was the type of thing he wanted to do.

[Gusty]

Leafkit saw the other kit in the nursery, and watched her curiously, his green eyes following her every move. He didn't enjoy being lonely, so he thought this was a good time to make a friend. He was about to greet her, when another cat stepped in front of her and started talking. LeafKit shied away, hoping no one saw him. I wonder if anybody will notice me someday....When my apprentice ceremony comes, I'll be nothing but a laughing stock.... Leafkit laid back down in his small bed of moss, going back to intently staring at Falconkit
The small kitten felt a burning gaze on her pelt. Who was looking at her? Scanning around, Falconkit noticed a tom. Leafkit.

"Hi! I'm Falconkit. You look lonely." The Siamese said, padding towards her fellow green-eyed companion. "Are you okay?" She wasn't sure if Leafkit was the shy type, or simply the kind of kit who enjoyed staying alone.

Whatever it was, Falconkit wanted to talk to him. Leafkit seemed like a nice fellow to play with.

[NightWarrior4Life]

The apprentices did as they told as they did stoneheart and skyleap came running over "wheres redclaw" they asked harmonyblade ( Rockstar )
HarmonyBlade settled down on the ground, littered with leaves. He started to eat the small bird he caught earlier as he explained to the two worried warriors what was going on. "Erm, he's fine...I think...we were out patrolling and a fox found us. So I took our apprentices back to safety. He's battling the fox. I'm going back in a moment to help out. You should come too. The more help the merrier." The ginger Tom continued to eat.

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

HarmonyBlade settled down on the ground, littered with leaves. He started to eat the small bird he caught earlier as he explained to the two worried warriors what was going on. "Erm, he's fine...I think...we were out patrolling and a fox found us. So I took our apprentices back to safety. He's battling the fox. I'm going back in a moment to help out. You should come too. The more help the merrier." The ginger Tom continued to eat.
"Then hurry" stoneheart said he was itching to go out and help his brother but be didnt know where he was skyleap aslo wanted to go they paced back and forth

[NightWarrior4Life]

"Then hurry" stoneheart said he was itching to go out and help his brother but be didnt know where he was skyleap aslo wanted to go they paced back and forth
"If you're that worried, come with me!" He got up after finishing off the bird and swallowing the last few mouthfuls. HarmonyBlade raced out of camp, not checking if the toms were following.

[Heartie1]

Newtkit hurryingly rushed to the clearing, trying to move as fast as she could.She knew she would never get any type of speedy with little paws, but something that made her eyes glitter was near.
``Haha!I will get that butterfly before all of you!``Newtkit darted towards the majestic insect, eventually tripping over a small smooth stone.
The little torbie let out a whiny squeal and kept still, splattered on the ground.She looked at the smooth stone in front of her teeny paws and softly pawed it.Newtkit gave the gray rock a lick, and with all kitten force she had, Newtkit squeaked once more ``My gray thing!``
The day skipped over a day, but Newtkit never seemed to grow up.
But maybe Newtkit doesn't want to grow up at all?

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

"If you're that worried, come with me!" He got up after finishing off the bird and swallowing the last few mouthfuls. HarmonyBlade raced out of camp, not checking if the toms were following.
(To the territory ill post first) stoneheart and skyleap bolted after him claw out and battle ready

[lone]

''That was so cool!'' Fairypaw hopped on her paws, excitedly. After a terrible silence, and a smack against the tom's head, she wanted to add a little amusement to lighten up the situation. ''Always be on guard, ready to attack.'' Fairypaw repeated, and she crouched down low into a hunting position and acted it out on a nearby branch.
After Stormpaw set him straight, Tigerpaw immediately backed away. Though his eyes narrowed, he never gave up. Instead, he begin to profusely groom himself from the dirt and grime that clung to him. And, just like the she-cat, he didn't look at her.
Fairypaw trotted back towards the two, the branch fell from the tree, broken in two. She perked her ears at what Stormpaw said, and she nodded. ''He's somewhat always like that.'' She giggled. ''After all, he's a tom. What did you expect?'' She playfully swatted at her. ''But don't worry he'll be okay. That paw up the head might just be what he needed.''
Tigerpaw perked his ears. He could practically hear everything Fairypaw was saying, and he felt dejected, but being the smooth tom he was, that trait was shadowed. He instinctively got onto his fours after cleaning his fur. He gave a curt nod towards Stormpaw, ''Touche. But that didn't mean you had to go smacking me up now?'' His voice was tainted with annoyance. ''In fact, a simple stop flirting with me would had been sufficed!'' He rolled his eyes.
Fairypaw hushed him. ''You deserved it.'' She fluffed her tail, sitting down. ''You don't know how to ever kind hearted. Not every girl likes a bad, flirty tom, you know.''
Tigerpaw sat there for a few moments, before looking away. He stared into the distance, feeling the grass beneath his paws. He finally turned back to them and said, ''Whatever.'' He turned his back and stretched his body fully, cracking a few bones. ''I'm going for a quick run.'' With that said, he jumped on a rock and jumped down, moving his legs in a fast motion away from the apprentices' den.
Fairypaw flattened her ears. She knew Tigerpaw was a bit frustrated. Not at the fact that he was slapped, but at the fact he didn't respond as quick as he wanted. Fairypaw turned to the older apprentice and said, ''Stormpaw, he's not mad at you, by the way. He's just frustrated that he's quick on his feet but not his brain. Hence the way you attack him without him thinking a first thought.'' She gave a light chuckle. ''A run usually calms him down after a while, but he'll be okay.'' She smiled brightly. ''I do want to practice those moves you've done on Tigerpaw though! I can't wait to be alerted when I battle others!'' She said excitedly, and repeated. ''Always be on guard, ready to attack.'' She trotted a few ways away, swishing her tail. ''For now, can you teach me how to hunt? I'm really looking forward to something to eat.'' Then, she heard a loud grumble, realizing that it was her stomach. ''I feel as if I could eat an entire family of squirrels by myself.'' She laughed lightly.

Stormpaw stepped closer to the younger she cat, trying to avoid so much as flicking her tail in the direction of the tom. Right now, she was angry-- angrier then she had been in a long time. At the younger she cat's words, a smile came onto her maw but there was no truth to it-- it was all fake, and her hues seemed to hint at this as they flashed in a frustrated manner. "That's right. That's one of the most important things you can remember." She mewed, speaking partly to both of them, but mostly to Fairypaw-- at the moment she didn't want to so much as think about the tom. He was making her angry, just with his presence...and she wasn't quite sure why. Perhaps it was the memory of her friends that made her be so angry, but again, she just couldn't be sure about it.

"Hm. Good to know-- since I know some toms who aren't like that. I used to have a good friend who was the opposite...a lot like me." The older she cat sighed, lowering her head so that she was looking at the ground. Her hues flashed with regret and frustration as she wondered...what made a tom act like that? Insecurity? Were they just trying to be impressive, or were they trying to do something else? She had seen she cats doing the same type of thing, but she had never wondered why-- she figured they were just flirts and nothing more, doing that only to play a game. Were toms the same way? Her hues flashed and, for the first time since she had gotten off him, she glared over at Tigerpaw. "Would you have stopped if I had asked you? You might say you would now, but how do I know you're telling me the truth?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.

At first she had liked the tom. But now...she wasn't so sure that he was exactly good for her to be around. He seemed to like the idea of flirting around for fun, and he was much too cocky. At least she had taken him down a peg or two, which satisfied her completely. She watched the tom as he left the Apprentices' Den, cold blue hues following him and then she shrugged, turning her attention back to the younger she cat. She didn't really care. She'd been abandoned, made fun of, everything through her lifetime and she was too closed off to care about one more cat leaving. It bothered her, however, that he had gone off in such a rush-- was he really that upset about one little defeat?

She chuckled as the younger cat hastened to explain that the tom wasn't really mad at her. "It's fine. I'll be able to help him with that, if he wants it, but it'll take a while-- no one likes getting pinned by a she cat. Especially one who looks younger and weaker, like me," She mewed, with another flick of her tail. Her hues flashed once more, but this time there was a more pleasant expression on her features and she shrugged slightly. "I'd be happy to teach them to you. There's nothing to it. But hopefully you'll have a mentor soon-- it must be hard, learning on your own." She cocked her head to the side and thoughtfully examined the young she cat.

A mrrow of laughter escaped her maw as she watched the younger cat and heard her speaking of 'something to eat...' she then realized how hungry she was as well. But they wouldn't be able to eat their catches, of course...if she wanted to hunt first, it would be a while before they would eat. "Of course. Would you rather eat first or learn how to hunt first?" She asked, looking at the she cat quizzically as she waited.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Iceclaw

[lone]

@Duskflight (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=49) @meraki (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=106)

A young tabby warrior sat in the clearing, hues light and shining with a sort of 'inner light' as she glanced around at the other cats. It wasn't often that Hawkfeather was really sitting still and not talking to anyone...unless she was looking for someone to talk to. The tip of her tail seemed to be on a hyperactive mode, twitching back and forth until it seemed that it was going to fall off with all the movement it was doing. Her hues sparkled and shone as she looked around more, searching for a friendly face...or at least a decent one...to talk to. The cold air seemed to cut through her thin pelt, although she didn't really notice it...that seemed to happen a lot with the young she cat, she would stop noticing things when she wanted something. And at the moment, what she really wanted was some company.

They don't have to be a friendly cat! Just a decent one. Or maybe just a cat who wants to be friends. Oh, what about a grumpy cat that I could cheer up! Ooh, maybe someone else...oh, I know! A cat with a smile, because smiles are the best! Hawkfeather thought. Her thoughts were not always as cheerful and upbeat, though it did seem like most of the time they were. Whether that was due to having no trauma in her younger life or not was uncertain...as a matter of fact, Hawkfeather remembered very little before her apprentice moons. Faces. Cats talking, laughing, walking around as though they owned...some place. Where, she wasn't quite sure. Perhaps it was the ThunderClan clearing, as she had always told herself. She didn't want to believe that she was from anywhere else, as she liked this place so much. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth as though in a hyperactive mode once more, and this time even she was surprised at how quickly it was going. Then again, maybe she shouldn't have been.

The cold air cut through her pelt once again and this time, Hawkfeather felt it. It was freezing...not to mention uncomfortable for her warmer thoughts. She wished that it would be green-leaf already....or at least new-leaf, that way the seasons would be warmer and she would be more comfortable. What's the point of leaf-bare anyways? It doesn't have any sort of special thing that it can give. It doesn't really do anything but make other cats miserable. Cats go hungry. So why is there leaf-bare? Hawkfeather thought, the tip of her tail becoming more agitated in it's movements. She was annoyed with the colder weather, but of course she was careful not to show just how annoyed. It might cast a more negative effect on her, and then she wouldn't be able to cheer some cat up when she wanted to! And she desperately, desperately wanted to right now. Not only was it something for her to do, it was something that she loved to do...it had become almost like her life's work.

She knew, of course, that she wouldn't be able to cheer others up forever. At some point she was going to have to grow up and see the world for what it really was, but for the moment being she was more then happy to be her cheerful, excited young self. Perhaps someday she would understand that everything wasn't always going to be perfect and come out like she wanted it to, but it would take a while before she got there. Even now she understood the delicate balance of good and evil, but she didn't understand why it was there. It had given her a lot to think about over the moons and now she thought she was beginning to make a change in her own thoughts, which felt nice. It was nice to feel like she was making a difference, like she was truly doing something to help.

But was she? Was she really making a difference in everyone's life, in all the Clans? She quickly pushed her thought aside and replaced it with a more positive one. Well, to the ones that I've spoken to, I've made a difference. To them I might have made all the difference. She thought with a slight shrug. She didn't really care whether everyone liked her or not, she just wanted to make sure that they understood she was there for them.

[Brilliance]

Stormpaw stepped closer to the younger she cat, trying to avoid so much as flicking her tail in the direction of the tom. Right now, she was angry-- angrier then she had been in a long time. At the younger she cat's words, a smile came onto her maw but there was no truth to it-- it was all fake, and her hues seemed to hint at this as they flashed in a frustrated manner. "That's right. That's one of the most important things you can remember." She mewed, speaking partly to both of them, but mostly to Fairypaw-- at the moment she didn't want to so much as think about the tom. He was making her angry, just with his presence...and she wasn't quite sure why. Perhaps it was the memory of her friends that made her be so angry, but again, she just couldn't be sure about it.

"Hm. Good to know-- since I know some toms who aren't like that. I used to have a good friend who was the opposite...a lot like me." The older she cat sighed, lowering her head so that she was looking at the ground. Her hues flashed with regret and frustration as she wondered...what made a tom act like that? Insecurity? Were they just trying to be impressive, or were they trying to do something else? She had seen she cats doing the same type of thing, but she had never wondered why-- she figured they were just flirts and nothing more, doing that only to play a game. Were toms the same way? Her hues flashed and, for the first time since she had gotten off him, she glared over at Tigerpaw. "Would you have stopped if I had asked you? You might say you would now, but how do I know you're telling me the truth?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.

At first she had liked the tom. But now...she wasn't so sure that he was exactly good for her to be around. He seemed to like the idea of flirting around for fun, and he was much too cocky. At least she had taken him down a peg or two, which satisfied her completely. She watched the tom as he left the Apprentices' Den, cold blue hues following him and then she shrugged, turning her attention back to the younger she cat. She didn't really care. She'd been abandoned, made fun of, everything through her lifetime and she was too closed off to care about one more cat leaving. It bothered her, however, that he had gone off in such a rush-- was he really that upset about one little defeat?

She chuckled as the younger cat hastened to explain that the tom wasn't really mad at her. "It's fine. I'll be able to help him with that, if he wants it, but it'll take a while-- no one likes getting pinned by a she cat. Especially one who looks younger and weaker, like me," She mewed, with another flick of her tail. Her hues flashed once more, but this time there was a more pleasant expression on her features and she shrugged slightly. "I'd be happy to teach them to you. There's nothing to it. But hopefully you'll have a mentor soon-- it must be hard, learning on your own." She cocked her head to the side and thoughtfully examined the young she cat.

A mrrow of laughter escaped her maw as she watched the younger cat and heard her speaking of 'something to eat...' she then realized how hungry she was as well. But they wouldn't be able to eat their catches, of course...if she wanted to hunt first, it would be a while before they would eat. "Of course. Would you rather eat first or learn how to hunt first?" She asked, looking at the she cat quizzically as she waited.

''You're not weak!'' Fairypaw piped. ''I mean, did you forget? You literally just pinned Tigerpaw down as fast as lightening!'' She mewed, excitedly. Fairypaw then looked down at her paws, hoping that Tigerpaw was alright. If she knew him any better, she would guess that he was practicing his battle moves on a branch or something, then gave up because his thoughts liked to second guess themselves.
Fairypaw said, ''I bet you would appreciate you teaching him. He's...competitive.'' She giggled. ''He gets really cranky whenever he lose. Don't matter what it is!'' She hopped to her paws, remembering a time when she used to be faster than Tigerpaw. They were only kits at the time. She remembered how they loved to race at full speed, and Tigerpaw would consistently whine that she cheated. When obviously she was better at running than him at the time.
Then, the two grew up and she was confused as to why Tigerpaw ran faster than her. When she confronted him about this, he simply replied that he was training. A lot of training. Fairypaw shook her head at the thought of her adoptive brother. ''He is quite...determined.'' She lastly commented, then got excited at the thought of being trained new moves.
''Oh, yeah! I'm ready! Though my mentor might be re-training me soon. I can't wait to meet her,'' Fairypaw was excited about the near future that were to come. Even though she managed to gain a mentor before Tigerpaw, she hoped for the best. He have been training himself well without any other cat's help, but even Fairypaw knew he needed the guidance.
She tilted her head to stare at the sky, hearing her stomach grumble a bit more. She was pleased to learn more fighting skills, despite her stomach growling. She needed something to eat--and quick. She haven't had anything since she was awoken by earlier events.
''I can definitely eat first,'' She replied, smiling. ''Then probably learn to hunt. I suck at hunting, and I know it. I once tried to catch a mouse, and ended up tripping over my own paws! My prey got away!'' She lightly laughed, but deep down she felt a pang of depression from not catching a victory. ''Who would've known that your own self could deceive you?'' She laughed and flicked her tail. ''I do hope there is food at the fresh kill pile. I sure am starving! What do you have a taste for? I think I could go for some squirrel maybe.'' She shrugged slightly. She wondered if Tigerpaw was even knew the territory or if he ran off to some other place. She sniffed the air, and could faintly smell his scent around, so he must still be there. ''Perhaps Tigerpaw will join us later.''

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

Iceclaw
Stoneheart and skyleap padded into the clearing still supporting redclaw between them ( Rockstar )

[lone]

''You're not weak!'' Fairypaw piped. ''I mean, did you forget? You literally just pinned Tigerpaw down as fast as lightening!'' She mewed, excitedly. Fairypaw then looked down at her paws, hoping that Tigerpaw was alright. If she knew him any better, she would guess that he was practicing his battle moves on a branch or something, then gave up because his thoughts liked to second guess themselves.
Fairypaw said, ''I bet you would appreciate you teaching him. He's...competitive.'' She giggled. ''He gets really cranky whenever he lose. Don't matter what it is!'' She hopped to her paws, remembering a time when she used to be faster than Tigerpaw. They were only kits at the time. She remembered how they loved to race at full speed, and Tigerpaw would consistently whine that she cheated. When obviously she was better at running than him at the time.
Then, the two grew up and she was confused as to why Tigerpaw ran faster than her. When she confronted him about this, he simply replied that he was training. A lot of training. Fairypaw shook her head at the thought of her adoptive brother. ''He is quite...determined.'' She lastly commented, then got excited at the thought of being trained new moves.
''Oh, yeah! I'm ready! Though my mentor might be re-training me soon. I can't wait to meet her,'' Fairypaw was excited about the near future that were to come. Even though she managed to gain a mentor before Tigerpaw, she hoped for the best. He have been training himself well without any other cat's help, but even Fairypaw knew he needed the guidance.
She tilted her head to stare at the sky, hearing her stomach grumble a bit more. She was pleased to learn more fighting skills, despite her stomach growling. She needed something to eat--and quick. She haven't had anything since she was awoken by earlier events.
''I can definitely eat first,'' She replied, smiling. ''Then probably learn to hunt. I suck at hunting, and I know it. I once tried to catch a mouse, and ended up tripping over my own paws! My prey got away!'' She lightly laughed, but deep down she felt a pang of depression from not catching a victory. ''Who would've known that your own self could deceive you?'' She laughed and flicked her tail. ''I do hope there is food at the fresh kill pile. I sure am starving! What do you have a taste for? I think I could go for some squirrel maybe.'' She shrugged slightly. She wondered if Tigerpaw was even knew the territory or if he ran off to some other place. She sniffed the air, and could faintly smell his scent around, so he must still be there. ''Perhaps Tigerpaw will join us later.''

Another chuckle escaped the she cat and she shook her head at the excited younger apprentice. "No, I don't think I'm weak. Some other cats do-- they're wrong of course, but I can't always stand up for myself. In case you didn't notice, I'm shyer when you meet me." She mewed with the slightest of smiles, the tip of her tail continuing to twitch back and forth as she glanced at the younger cat. She yawned, her ivory fangs glinting for a moment before she turned her head away, glancing towards the entrance with a worried expression. Her muscles were tensed-- she kept expecting Tigerpaw to dart in at any moment and leap on her back, yelling 'surprise' or something like that. Which would set her on edge, which would lead to her becoming scared and reclusive...all that stuff that she really, really didn't like.

"I'd noticed from his negative response to me pinning him. Seriously, is it really that annoying to have a she cat pin you?" She asked, flicking her tail and glancing at the she cat with a semi-annoyed expression. In all honesty-- she wasn't too happy with the tom right now. And she really, really wasn't happy with the fact that he wasn't able to accept he had been rude. It was rude to flirt with someone. Especially when that particular someone had trauma in that area, though she wouldn't hold that against him since he hadn't known. She shook her head at the she cat's next response, sighing as she did so. "Seems to be in a tom's nature. Or at least, from what I've seen, your adopted brother's nature." She sighed as the tip of her tail flicked again. It seemed to be a sort of nervous habit with her.

A way to cool off, to get around stress, so to speak...though how well it worked was unknown, and frankly, it didn't seem to work very well from the nervous expression on her features. Another flick of the tail. Another swift movement before she smiled slightly-- more of a smirk, really, but it was still there. "Really? That's awesome, I'm very excited for you, Fairypaw." The spirited female mewed with a bright smile in her direction before she glanced back towards the entrance again. Her annoyance-- or rather, nervousness-- was getting the better of her, making her feel scared and as though she wasn't going to be able to do this for much longer.

The she cat cocked her head to the side, following the younger cat's words, her ears tilting backwards and then forwards, and smiling respectively at each part of her story, and then statement at the end. "Oh...squirrel sounds nice." She mewed somewhat absentmindedly. That was natural, considering she was getting the feeling she would be attacked at any moment...and she really, really didn't want to be. Stormpaw didn't love getting tackled, though losing wasn't the reason for it. It just frightened her, was all. At the mention of the tom, her blue hues narrowed but then became more pleasant and she forced a friendly smile-- which, at the moment, was just about the last thing she felt like doing. "Yeah. Maybe he will." She mewed, her voice sounding strained and short.

He better not. She thought to herself with an angry expression.

[Ihartstars]

The small kitten felt a burning gaze on her pelt. Who was looking at her? Scanning around, Falconkit noticed a tom. Leafkit.

"Hi! I'm Falconkit. You look lonely." The Siamese said, padding towards her fellow green-eyed companion. "Are you okay?" She wasn't sure if Leafkit was the shy type, or simply the kind of kit who enjoyed staying alone.

Whatever it was, Falconkit wanted to talk to him. Leafkit seemed like a nice fellow to play with.


Leafkit's ears perked up at the sound of a voice. To his surprise, it was the tabby he had wanted to talk to earlier. "H-hi!" he stammered. Leafkit sat up, excited that he had someone to finally play with. "I'm Leafkit." he replied, his eyes sparkling. Yes! Finally, somebody to play with. I hope she doesn't think I look dumb or anything......At least Thornkit won't get won't bother me when I'm with Falconkit....he thought, keeping his gaze on the tabby in front of him.

[Brilliance]

Another chuckle escaped the she cat and she shook her head at the excited younger apprentice. "No, I don't think I'm weak. Some other cats do-- they're wrong of course, but I can't always stand up for myself. In case you didn't notice, I'm shyer when you meet me." She mewed with the slightest of smiles, the tip of her tail continuing to twitch back and forth as she glanced at the younger cat. She yawned, her ivory fangs glinting for a moment before she turned her head away, glancing towards the entrance with a worried expression. Her muscles were tensed-- she kept expecting Tigerpaw to dart in at any moment and leap on her back, yelling 'surprise' or something like that. Which would set her on edge, which would lead to her becoming scared and reclusive...all that stuff that she really, really didn't like.

"I'd noticed from his negative response to me pinning him. Seriously, is it really that annoying to have a she cat pin you?" She asked, flicking her tail and glancing at the she cat with a semi-annoyed expression. In all honesty-- she wasn't too happy with the tom right now. And she really, really wasn't happy with the fact that he wasn't able to accept he had been rude. It was rude to flirt with someone. Especially when that particular someone had trauma in that area, though she wouldn't hold that against him since he hadn't known. She shook her head at the she cat's next response, sighing as she did so. "Seems to be in a tom's nature. Or at least, from what I've seen, your adopted brother's nature." She sighed as the tip of her tail flicked again. It seemed to be a sort of nervous habit with her.

A way to cool off, to get around stress, so to speak...though how well it worked was unknown, and frankly, it didn't seem to work very well from the nervous expression on her features. Another flick of the tail. Another swift movement before she smiled slightly-- more of a smirk, really, but it was still there. "Really? That's awesome, I'm very excited for you, Fairypaw." The spirited female mewed with a bright smile in her direction before she glanced back towards the entrance again. Her annoyance-- or rather, nervousness-- was getting the better of her, making her feel scared and as though she wasn't going to be able to do this for much longer.

The she cat cocked her head to the side, following the younger cat's words, her ears tilting backwards and then forwards, and smiling respectively at each part of her story, and then statement at the end. "Oh...squirrel sounds nice." She mewed somewhat absentmindedly. That was natural, considering she was getting the feeling she would be attacked at any moment...and she really, really didn't want to be. Stormpaw didn't love getting tackled, though losing wasn't the reason for it. It just frightened her, was all. At the mention of the tom, her blue hues narrowed but then became more pleasant and she forced a friendly smile-- which, at the moment, was just about the last thing she felt like doing. "Yeah. Maybe he will." She mewed, her voice sounding strained and short.

He better not. She thought to herself with an angry expression.

Fairypaw was in a happy state until she noticed her new friend was lacking. She wondered what Stormpaw was thinking about. ''Is everything alright?'' She asked the older female. Her yellow eyes down casted at the expression of the other female. ‘’You seemed stressed about something? Don’t tell me that you’re still worried about Tigerpaw?’’ She narrowed her eyes, confused. ‘’If that’s so, he’s not mad at you.’’ She restated firmly. ‘’And, he’s not the type of cat that goes around seeking revenge,’’ she giggled.
Fairypaw recounted how the two of them met. Even though Tigerpaw met Stormpaw first, the two of them awoken Fairypaw from a nice sleep. She yawned and stretched just thinking of it. ‘’You sure are a feisty young thing,’’ the small she-cat replied. ‘’I swear you deceived me when I thought you were the loner type, let alone the shy type, but I guess you learn something new everyday.’’
Fairypaw sat down on her haunches and began licking her paw. She brought it over her head, and stared at Stormpaw. ‘’Toms are definitely something else--I’d never understand them. In fact, I get so jumbled up in my thoughts when they first start talking to me!’’ She sighed and rolled her eyes. ‘’Then again, I wouldn’t have to worry much about it. I don’t think any of them is interested in me, but you,’’ She pointed a paw towards Stormpaw, ‘’Could make any tom dance around you. I don’t see how could you ever have trouble in...that category.’’ Fairypaw flickered her tail and tilted her head. ‘’Besides,’’ She stretched her full body once more, lashing her tail behind her. ‘’Don’t take Tigerpaw too seriously. He only does it because he know he could get on she-cats nerves. I grew up with him, and I know how much of a kit he really is!’’ She giggled at the thought. Tigerpaw had no problems in flirting. It was all out of friendliness, and he only did it because he knew some she-cats needed the self-esteem. Fairypaw used to believe that he did it to just find a way into being in the spotlight. She was daily annoyed at his antics, and wondered if he’d ever grow up. By tomorrow everything should die down and be the same, she thought.
Fairypaw knew there was some type of tension inside the apprentice’s den, but she didn’t want to call it out. She was confused as to why her new friend was acting...skittish, in a way. She didn’t want the she-cat to feel uncomfortable in her presence. And, she wondered where Tigerpaw was, and if he was coming back sooner. She figured it was because he didn’t apologize, and that he ran off in such a rapid way. Not to mention a displeasing manner. ‘’We can find him if you’d like.’’ She mewed. ‘’Maybe team up to tackle him again if he doesn’t apologize?’’ She giggled at the thought.
She would had done anything in order to see her friend's bright smile again.

[Rockstar]

The apprentices did as they told as they did stoneheart and skyleap came running over "wheres redclaw" they asked harmonyblade ( Rockstar )

Dawnfrost looked up at the two warriors, and shook her head. "I haven't seen him, I'm afraid. Is something wrong?"

[ConfusedCas]

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.

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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.

Honeykit squeaked with delight as Goldenblaze rolled her over with his large paws and batted playfully at her exposed stomach. Quickly she sprang to her paws and butted her head into his side. The golden tom dramatically hurled himself to the side and gasped, "Oh! Thou' Honeystar has defeated me with her amazing battle moves!"
She snorted in amusement but before she could say anything her father was suddenly to his paws and looking at the center of Thunderclan camp. "What is it?" She asked with round cobalt blue eyes.
"I've got to go on a patrol." He licked her between the ears before hurrying off.
Huffing, Honeykit plopped down. She hadn't been seeing much of her dad but at least he made some time to play. Her ears perked up as she saw a familiar gray shape in the clearing. She grinned with excitement making her pelt fluff up happily. She spun around and trotted towards the nursery, picking up one of the pre-made moss balls that had been left from a previous litter.
Carefully she rolled it back towards the clearing but was careful to stay hidden from Ashenkit's gaze. Her tail twitched mischievously and in excitement but before her eagerness could give her away she scooped up the moss ball and chucked it towards her friend while squealing, "Gotcha!" Honeykit leaped up and bounded over to him, "I haven't seen you in a hundred moons!"

[lone]

Honeykit squeaked with delight as Goldenblaze rolled her over with his large paws and batted playfully at her exposed stomach. Quickly she sprang to her paws and butted her head into his side. The golden tom dramatically hurled himself to the side and gasped, "Oh! Thou' Honeystar has defeated me with her amazing battle moves!"

She snorted in amusement but before she could say anything her father was suddenly to his paws and looking at the center of Thunderclan camp. "What is it?" She asked with round cobalt blue eyes.
"I've got to go on a patrol." He licked her between the ears before hurrying off.
Huffing, Honeykit plopped down. She hadn't been seeing much of her dad but at least he made some time to play. Her ears perked up as she saw a familiar gray shape in the clearing. She grinned with excitement making her pelt fluff up happily. She spun around and trotted towards the nursery, picking up one of the pre-made moss balls that had been left from a previous litter.

Carefully she rolled it back towards the clearing but was careful to stay hidden from Ashenkit's gaze. Her tail twitched mischievously and in excitement but before her eagerness could give her away she scooped up the moss ball and chucked it towards her friend while squealing, "Gotcha!" Honeykit leaped up and bounded over to him, "I haven't seen you in a hundred moons!"
Ashenkit yelped as his friend bounded over towards him, pretty much scaring the fur off of him and scaring him out of at least a hundred moons' growth. "Honeykit!" He laughed, aiming a cuff at her ears and grinning. He was pleased to see his friend again. Although what she said might have been an exaggeration, he wasn't about to point that out--for all he knew, she could be right! Maybe it really had been a hundred moons! Ashenkit was terrible at keeping track of time...even with the sun high in the sky, he still couldn't tell what was going on. His black and grey tail twitched a mile a minute, looking as though it were going to fall off in all his pleasure and excitement. "I'm happy to see you too, but did you have to come out of nowhere and scare the fur off me?" He pretended to be upset that she had scared him, but his wide grin gave away his pleasure.

He never had been very good at acting the part of an upset cat. Too bad, considering he had wanted to trick his friend. Never mind. I'll get her back later, he thought with a purr as he batted at his pale golden friend's tail again. "So what have you been up to lately? And how long do you think it'll be before we're apprentices? Ooh, ooh, and what do you want to do now?" He asked, firing questions at her, all the time maintaining his smile. He knew perhaps that was a bit overwhelming, but at this point, he really didn't care anymore. There was a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, a sick feeling of excitement that was overwhelming everything else and making him feel almost too happy to keep his hues focused on the young she cat.

He awaited her answer with growing excitement, tail twitching all the while.

[Gusty]

Leafkit's ears perked up at the sound of a voice. To his surprise, it was the tabby he had wanted to talk to earlier. "H-hi!" he stammered. Leafkit sat up, excited that he had someone to finally play with. "I'm Leafkit." he replied, his eyes sparkling. Yes! Finally, somebody to play with. I hope she doesn't think I look dumb or anything......At least Thornkit won't get won't bother me when I'm with Falconkit....he thought, keeping his gaze on the tabby in front of him.
"I've seen you around the nursery, but we haven't talked much, have we?" The young kit giggled. Her innocent blue eyes widened with excitement- Leafkit didwant to talk; he was one of the 'nice types'.

"That means we can talk now! How are you? When are you going to be apprenticed? Do you have any siblings? I have littermates, but they're somewhere else right now." The questions fell out of her mouth easily, like running water. "Oh, I'm sorry for asking so much stuff at once. It's a bad habit of mine."

[Ghostly Cristalline]

firestar23

Hazelkit limped out of the nursery, slowly dragging her injured leg across the dirty ground. She limped over to the hedge in the clearing and sat down. She began to groom her injured leg. She felt uneasiness pick her fur as she began to think. What will happen to me? Will I become a warrior? Will everyone dislike me because of my legs? I hope everything goes well. She sat waiting for someone to come over and talk to her for once. Everyone didn't come near her because the were afraid they might say something wrong. Her sister Hopekit still slept in the nursery.

[Ghostly Cristalline]

firestar23

Hazelkit limped out of the nursery, slowly dragging her injured leg across the dirty ground. She limped over to the hedge in the clearing and sat down. She began to groom her injured leg. She felt uneasiness pick her fur as she began to think. What will happen to me? Will I become a warrior? Will everyone dislike me because of my legs? I hope everything goes well. She sat waiting for someone to come over and talk to her for once. Everyone didn't come near her because the were afraid they might say something wrong. Her sister Hopekit still slept in the nursery.

[Ihartstars]

"I've seen you around the nursery, but we haven't talked much, have we?" The young kit giggled. Her innocent blue eyes widened with excitement- Leafkit didwant to talk; he was one of the 'nice types'.

"That means we can talk now! How are you? When are you going to be apprenticed? Do you have any siblings? I have littermates, but they're somewhere else right now." The questions fell out of her mouth easily, like running water. "Oh, I'm sorry for asking so much stuff at once. It's a bad habit of mine."

Leafkit smiled. "Oh, um, it's okay...Well, I'm five moons, my sister Thornkit is over there and......" He trailed off. Watching me.....He motioned with a flick of his tail to the chocolate-colored tabby laying quietly, her amber eyes on her brother. He didn't want to tell Falconkit much about Thornkit, for he thought she would think less of him. "And, um, I guess you can say that I'll be apprenticed soon, I-it's what my father told me." He looked back at Falconkit with a quick glance at Thornkit. Finally! A friend! Thornkit can't do anything about her...at least...

Thornkit watched her brother impatiently, swishing her tail. She has her eyes on her brother, watching the kit's every move, as if she was a predator, focused on her prey. Meanwhile, she restrained herself from shoving her brother away. She did NOT want to get in another fight in front of the other cats.

[Shadow]

Strikefern sighed as she continued to stare across the clearing of camp. Her green orbs taking in every detail of the cats around her so she wouldn't make the same mistake when she tackled Lycanrock

[Moonsong12]

Dovekit12
Moonfeather sniffed. She heard a kit noise."Spottedkit? Owltail?" She called, she was a bit lonely since the kit walked off.
(Wanna role play?)

[Rockstar]

Stoneheart and skyleap padded into the clearing still supporting redclaw between them ( Rockstar )

Dawnfrost looked up, and saw the warriors returning. She padded over to them. "What happened? Is Redclaw okay?"

[Dovekit12]

Dovekit12
Moonfeather sniffed. She heard a kit noise."Spottedkit? Owltail?" She called, she was a bit lonely since the kit walked off.
(Wanna role play?)
Owltail padded into the nursery after going to get a snack. Hearing her name being called she said "Hi Moonfeather."
(Sure)

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

Dawnfrost looked up, and saw the warriors returning. She padded over to them. "What happened? Is Redclaw okay?"
Redclaw nodded absently "he took on a fox while harmonyblade got the apprentices back to camp he killed it right when we got there most of the blood isnt his and his wounds aren't as bad as they look" stoneheart explained

[Rockstar]

Redclaw nodded absently "he took on a fox while harmonyblade got the apprentices back to camp he killed it right when we got there most of the blood isnt his and his wounds aren't as bad as they look" stoneheart explained

Dawnfrost nodded. "You should take him to the medicine den anyway, just in case."

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

Dawnfrost nodded. "You should take him to the medicine den anyway, just in case."
"Im fine just tired" redclaw said his bleeding has stopped the only blood coming off of him came from the fox blood still on his pelt

[lone]

Fairypaw was in a happy state until she noticed her new friend was lacking. She wondered what Stormpaw was thinking about. ''Is everything alright?'' She asked the older female. Her yellow eyes down casted at the expression of the other female. ‘’You seemed stressed about something? Don’t tell me that you’re still worried about Tigerpaw?’’ She narrowed her eyes, confused. ‘’If that’s so, he’s not mad at you.’’ She restated firmly. ‘’And, he’s not the type of cat that goes around seeking revenge,’’ she giggled.
Fairypaw recounted how the two of them met. Even though Tigerpaw met Stormpaw first, the two of them awoken Fairypaw from a nice sleep. She yawned and stretched just thinking of it. ‘’You sure are a feisty young thing,’’ the small she-cat replied. ‘’I swear you deceived me when I thought you were the loner type, let alone the shy type, but I guess you learn something new everyday.’’
Fairypaw sat down on her haunches and began licking her paw. She brought it over her head, and stared at Stormpaw. ‘’Toms are definitely something else--I’d never understand them. In fact, I get so jumbled up in my thoughts when they first start talking to me!’’ She sighed and rolled her eyes. ‘’Then again, I wouldn’t have to worry much about it. I don’t think any of them is interested in me, but you,’’ She pointed a paw towards Stormpaw, ‘’Could make any tom dance around you. I don’t see how could you ever have trouble in...that category.’’ Fairypaw flickered her tail and tilted her head. ‘’Besides,’’ She stretched her full body once more, lashing her tail behind her. ‘’Don’t take Tigerpaw too seriously. He only does it because he know he could get on she-cats nerves. I grew up with him, and I know how much of a kit he really is!’’ She giggled at the thought. Tigerpaw had no problems in flirting. It was all out of friendliness, and he only did it because he knew some she-cats needed the self-esteem. Fairypaw used to believe that he did it to just find a way into being in the spotlight. She was daily annoyed at his antics, and wondered if he’d ever grow up. By tomorrow everything should die down and be the same, she thought.
Fairypaw knew there was some type of tension inside the apprentice’s den, but she didn’t want to call it out. She was confused as to why her new friend was acting...skittish, in a way. She didn’t want the she-cat to feel uncomfortable in her presence. And, she wondered where Tigerpaw was, and if he was coming back sooner. She figured it was because he didn’t apologize, and that he ran off in such a rapid way. Not to mention a displeasing manner. ‘’We can find him if you’d like.’’ She mewed. ‘’Maybe team up to tackle him again if he doesn’t apologize?’’ She giggled at the thought.
She would had done anything in order to see her friend's bright smile again.

Stormpaw started at her friend's sudden voice, and glanced at her with an almost fearful expression. What was wrong? What wasn't wrong? Things couldn't possibly be worse-- well, they could. She could be being bullied, as she often was. Or she could not have Fairypaw here. There were two ways things could be worse, but more then that? No, there was nothing more that could be worse then those two things. She hated herself for thinking that way-- at least, she half-hated herself. It was annoying, knowing that. "No, I'm not worried about Tigerpaw. There are just a lot of things that I want to be taking my attention, but they don't. Meaning I get stuck by myself. And trust me, there's nothing worse then that. Though I don't really mind being alone. It goes alright." She mewed, lowering her hues and looking at the ground, shifting her weight uncomfortably. Was she alright? It was hard to say, but she appeared to be fine. She glanced curiously at Fairypaw as she spoke, before laughing a little. She really was a loner-- and shy-- but she was better with cats that she got to know. Like the few friends that she had. They were nice. She had forgotten all about a few of them, because she hadn't seen them in a while...like Ducepaw. And Stormpaw. Where were the two of them, anyways?

It wasn't going to be good if something happened to those two. Then she really might not have any friends...and that was a risk that the she cat didn't want to take. At all. Like, really at all. "Really? You do know you just need to be yourself...and the right opportunities will present themselves. You're very pretty, Fairypaw...any tom would be lucky to have you. So just be yourself, and trust that someone is going to come to you in a way that is sweet and friendly. As for me-- I do attract a lot of toms. That's the problem-- I can't decide, because I'm...scared to. So I stay away. And eventually they leave, too, and they must tell their friends because I haven't had a tom come near me in a long time." Stormpaw sighed, looking down at her paws. It was depressing, knowing that there were cats out there who might like her but she would never know, because someone had told them that she hated toms-- or something like that. She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but she would stick close to the good friends that she actually had for now...that way things just might start looking up for the anxious young she cat. Where did that tom go, anyways? she thought, glancing around the Apprentices' Den. She knew, of course, that some cats needed a bit longer to calm down, or cheer up...but she didn't understand what was taking so long.

"Sounds good to me. But we can eat first-- he's probably fine." She shrugged a little and turned to Fairypaw, glancing over towards the she cat with a slight smile on her maw as she did so. Well? She thought, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth as she waited for the female's reply.

[Brilliance]

Lonestar23

Fairypaw nodded at her new friend. ''Yeah!'' She exclaimed. ''I'm hungry; let's go get something to eat!'' And, she trotted away with a flick of her tail, hoping that Stormpaw was following her. Fairypaw did not like to venture much away. Especially if Tigerpaw wasn't around her. The young tom was the talkative of the two, and she constantly wondered where that aggravating tom went! She felt as if he was gone for too long, and it never took long for him to calm down. He would go on a quick run, and then come right back. She wondered what he was up to. His scent was faint in her nostrils.
''I know how that feels,'' Fairypaw muttered. ''I've been alone--even with Tigerpaw--that it just clung to me. It was why I was so happy that we ran into you!'' She piped. ''I thought it was time to put away my shy phase--especially since Tigerpaw makes friends easily than I do. I couldn't let you slip.'' The small she-cat stated. And, she turned to glance at Stormpaw, silently thanking Starclan for sending her another friend. Someone else other than Tigerpaw. Someone she could play with other than Tigerpaw. Someone she could look up to other than Tigerpaw.
Fairypaw stared at her moving paws, a blush creeping up onto her it felt like. ''I see where you're coming from...about the whole toms things. I wouldn't know what to do in that situation if I were in it.'' She gave a light laugh. ''I'm just quiet and shy. I look at them play--both of them, not just toms. I'm not a creep!'' She giggled at herself. ''I'm not trying to focus on toms at the moment. I'm already dealing with a missing tom already, and it's irritating because he needs to be where I can keep an eye on him.'' Even though he was older than her, she was always protective of her adoptive brother. It overwhelmed her that he didn't come back, and that it's taking him longer than usual to come back. ''But, don't worry. You will never lose me as a friend. And, I'll always protect you to the best of my abilities.''
When Fairypaw saw the food pile, she gingerly went up to it and grabbed a vole.

[Moonsong12]

Owltail padded into the nursery after going to get a snack. Hearing her name being called she said "Hi Moonfeather."
(Sure)
"Hi I just talked to a kit named Falconkit. Spottedkit should go say hi!" Moonfeather mewed to Owltail.(Can you bring Spottedkit in?)

[Pinepaw]

Hi i'm new here. lol. anything i should now

[Starfall]

{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 pickling 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?

{aha ha mines later -v-" }

The silver tom twiched his whiskers and nodded his head "Yeah, you've got a good point, I'll let you win that one. Let me rephrase what I was trying to say then. I want a leader who is hopeful, always holds on to a sliver of hope even in the hardest of times. I want a leader who is friendly, we don't want a leader who's incredibly rude to the other clans, as well as his own, that would end badly. And lastly I want a leader who has an endless amount of determination, they won't give up without a fight, that is my definition of a perfect leader." he stated, his blue hues danced with determination and excitement, he hoped he was still alive when that day came, he couldn't wait to see a leader like that, and it didn't even have to be in Thunderclan. He'd never seen perfect leadership since he'd joined the clan, but he's never said his opinion aloud, not after the clanborn cats said his opinion hadn't mattered since he was half blood. That word 'half blood' it made his blood boil, his soul scream he hated it, judgemental cats, hate filled cats, he wanted to claw at them, they were the reason his sister ran away to Windclan. He let out a sigh and looked back at Hawkfeather, her stunning, sky blue eyes met his starling eyes, for a second he felt his stomach flip, his heart skipped a beat, his soul ached for her warmth, and he didn't have a clue as to why. He quickly swiveled his head to the side and looked at the entrance, unsure if he could look her in the eyes once more.

Upon her statement bluejay looked back over to the molly and laughed, it was true, he was incredibly silver, multiple different types of silver, dark silver, almost blue looking, and almost white silver, looked like shiny snow. "Just goes to show how much stress I've been drowning in." he wheezed, he had laughed too hard, and it was the first time in a long time he had laughed at all, he liked it, this warm feeling in his stomach, he wanted it to stay this way. He looked at the golden molly as she looked up to the sky, the sun seemed dull compared to her glow, her eyes were always shining, always happy, her pelt radiated with pure glee, she was...beautiful, he finally figured out why she made him feel the way he felt, he fell in love with the she cat, and he had just met her. He looked down at his paws and shuffled them, he didn't know how to react, he had just met the molly, although they already knew quite a bit about each other. This reminded him of his sister, she fell I love with a tom at first site, and he ended up becoming the deputy of the evil leader of windclan, but she didn't leave him, actually he left her, after he had figured out her past, it made him want to vomit, the love they shared, the unbreakable love, was shattered, slaughtered, broken within three seconds, that was all it took.

He was yanked back to the real world with her sneeze, it scared him so badly he almost jumped up and unsheathed his claws, it was emberassing, a warrior like him getting startled by a sneeze. As she lay motionless he cocked his head to the side and spuressed a laugh, barely. It was when she opened one eye did he really start to laugh "Well, to be honest I like it better when you're a ball of energy, it's more fun than talking to a golden rock." he snorted his blue hues danced with amusement and curiosity, he wondered if she was getting bored, was she getting tired of talking to him? He hoped not, he actually enjoyed these little chats he had with her. As she explained what she thought of him he felt a small twinge in his heart, it hurt, but only a little bit, and the only word that stung him was the word 'lonely' did he really seem that bad? Was he actually that depressed? Was he not truly in love with Hawkfeather, was he just clinging onto any small amount of light that just happened to pass by, hoping, praying, that it would save him? He prayed to Starclan that that wasn't then case, he didn't want to become his sisters ex mate, he couldn't become the cat he despised the most "Hm...not as bad as I thought." he stated, his tail tip twiched, he had honestly thought that she would use...harsher words.

[Rockstar]

"Im fine just tired" redclaw said his bleeding has stopped the only blood coming off of him came from the fox blood still on his pelt

"You're bleeding," Dawnfrost corrected, "what happened to you?"

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

"You're bleeding," Dawnfrost corrected, "what happened to you?"
"Im not bleeding its the fox blood" redclaw said impatient

[lone]

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

Fairypaw nodded at her new friend. ''Yeah!'' She exclaimed. ''I'm hungry; let's go get something to eat!'' And, she trotted away with a flick of her tail, hoping that Stormpaw was following her. Fairypaw did not like to venture much away. Especially if Tigerpaw wasn't around her. The young tom was the talkative of the two, and she constantly wondered where that aggravating tom went! She felt as if he was gone for too long, and it never took long for him to calm down. He would go on a quick run, and then come right back. She wondered what he was up to. His scent was faint in her nostrils.
''I know how that feels,'' Fairypaw muttered. ''I've been alone--even with Tigerpaw--that it just clung to me. It was why I was so happy that we ran into you!'' She piped. ''I thought it was time to put away my shy phase--especially since Tigerpaw makes friends easily than I do. I couldn't let you slip.'' The small she-cat stated. And, she turned to glance at Stormpaw, silently thanking Starclan for sending her another friend. Someone else other than Tigerpaw. Someone she could play with other than Tigerpaw. Someone she could look up to other than Tigerpaw.
Fairypaw stared at her moving paws, a blush creeping up onto her it felt like. ''I see where you're coming from...about the whole toms things. I wouldn't know what to do in that situation if I were in it.'' She gave a light laugh. ''I'm just quiet and shy. I look at them play--both of them, not just toms. I'm not a creep!'' She giggled at herself. ''I'm not trying to focus on toms at the moment. I'm already dealing with a missing tom already, and it's irritating because he needs to be where I can keep an eye on him.'' Even though he was older than her, she was always protective of her adoptive brother. It overwhelmed her that he didn't come back, and that it's taking him longer than usual to come back. ''But, don't worry. You will never lose me as a friend. And, I'll always protect you to the best of my abilities.''
When Fairypaw saw the food pile, she gingerly went up to it and grabbed a vole.

The silver she cat shook her head, smiling in amusement as she padded more slowly after the younger cat. She was grateful for the company, but the younger cat was incredibly chatty; it was quite a surprise to her, considering she had seemed so calm and quiet earlier. "Well, I'm very happy to have met you. And to have bumped-- literally-- into Tigerpaw." She mewed, with a slight smile on her features at the memory. The smile faded a moment later as she remembered how rude she had been, smacking him in the face and all. It was too bad. She had been wondering if her disastrous experiences with toms were over, but it would appear that they weren't...no, it would appear that they were just beginning.

Of course. What a wonderful solution to all her problems, apologizing...but she didn't want to. He had been in the wrong, after all! Of course, there was no way for him to have known that she didn't like to be played with like that, but hey, at least he had stopped when she had smacked him. Things had gotten better with that one swift movement, which Stormpaw was happy about. Thank goodness things got better, she thought with a twitch of her tail. Bad things had happened to her in the past, but in the future, they'd always gotten much, much better... even if it was just a smile that changed her mood.

"I never said you were!" Stormpaw was quick to defend herself, but she was laughing as she did so. A smile came across the she cat's features. She was indeed, thankful to have the she cat as a friend. After all, what would she do without one? Friends were supposed to always be there, and from the looks of things, they weren't going to be changing anytime soon. The she cat smiled softly at her next words, and felt a sharp sting of guilt. After all, it was partly her fault that the tom was missing. He's probably fine, like she said earlier, her mind was quick to tell her, in an attempt to calm her. She knew that he was probably fine, but where was the proof for it? A shudder pricked at Stormpaw's spine and the tip of her tail flicked as she wondered. "Thanks, Fairypaw. That's a really nice thing to say," She mewed with another smile coming onto her maw.

[lone]

{aha ha mines later -v-" }


The silver tom twiched his whiskers and nodded his head "Yeah, you've got a good point, I'll let you win that one. Let me rephrase what I was trying to say then. I want a leader who is hopeful, always holds on to a sliver of hope even in the hardest of times. I want a leader who is friendly, we don't want a leader who's incredibly rude to the other clans, as well as his own, that would end badly. And lastly I want a leader who has an endless amount of determination, they won't give up without a fight, that is my definition of a perfect leader." he stated, his blue hues danced with determination and excitement, he hoped he was still alive when that day came, he couldn't wait to see a leader like that, and it didn't even have to be in Thunderclan. He'd never seen perfect leadership since he'd joined the clan, but he's never said his opinion aloud, not after the clanborn cats said his opinion hadn't mattered since he was half blood. That word 'half blood' it made his blood boil, his soul scream he hated it, judgemental cats, hate filled cats, he wanted to claw at them, they were the reason his sister ran away to Windclan. He let out a sigh and looked back at Hawkfeather, her stunning, sky blue eyes met his starling eyes, for a second he felt his stomach flip, his heart skipped a beat, his soul ached for her warmth, and he didn't have a clue as to why. He quickly swiveled his head to the side and looked at the entrance, unsure if he could look her in the eyes once more.

Upon her statement bluejay looked back over to the molly and laughed, it was true, he was incredibly silver, multiple different types of silver, dark silver, almost blue looking, and almost white silver, looked like shiny snow. "Just goes to show how much stress I've been drowning in." he wheezed, he had laughed too hard, and it was the first time in a long time he had laughed at all, he liked it, this warm feeling in his stomach, he wanted it to stay this way. He looked at the golden molly as she looked up to the sky, the sun seemed dull compared to her glow, her eyes were always shining, always happy, her pelt radiated with pure glee, she was...beautiful, he finally figured out why she made him feel the way he felt, he fell in love with the she cat, and he had just met her. He looked down at his paws and shuffled them, he didn't know how to react, he had just met the molly, although they already knew quite a bit about each other. This reminded him of his sister, she fell I love with a tom at first site, and he ended up becoming the deputy of the evil leader of windclan, but she didn't leave him, actually he left her, after he had figured out her past, it made him want to vomit, the love they shared, the unbreakable love, was shattered, slaughtered, broken within three seconds, that was all it took.

He was yanked back to the real world with her sneeze, it scared him so badly he almost jumped up and unsheathed his claws, it was emberassing, a warrior like him getting startled by a sneeze. As she lay motionless he cocked his head to the side and spuressed a laugh, barely. It was when she opened one eye did he really start to laugh "Well, to be honest I like it better when you're a ball of energy, it's more fun than talking to a golden rock." he snorted his blue hues danced with amusement and curiosity, he wondered if she was getting bored, was she getting tired of talking to him? He hoped not, he actually enjoyed these little chats he had with her. As she explained what she thought of him he felt a small twinge in his heart, it hurt, but only a little bit, and the only word that stung him was the word 'lonely' did he really seem that bad? Was he actually that depressed? Was he not truly in love with Hawkfeather, was he just clinging onto any small amount of light that just happened to pass by, hoping, praying, that it would save him? He prayed to Starclan that that wasn't then case, he didn't want to become his sisters ex mate, he couldn't become the cat he despised the most "Hm...not as bad as I thought." he stated, his tail tip twiched, he had honestly thought that she would use...harsher words.


Cocking her head to the side, the tabby warrior listened to his words. They were-- captivating. Interesting. She'd never heard anyone paying any attention to those attributes of a leader. And they sounded so sweet...so hopeful...Hawkfeather loved the thought of them, and a shudder went down her spine as a smile came onto her maw. "You think of leaders in such a different way. And I think you're right-- that makes sense, it seems right, y'know? I mean, what if leaders weren't friendly? We'd all end up under another Ratnight! And what if they were worse? I mean, if they believed in StarClan it would be okay cause we wouldn't be being killed off and stuff," Hawkfeather mewed, her hues sparking with sudden fear and excitement at the same time.

The thought of ending up under the rule of another cat like Ratnight-- the thought of living like that again-- it terrified her. No, Gyrestar would be a much better leader, and she would appreciate his leading skills. Right? Surely he would be a good leader. She wanted him to be so badly, but wanting something and it actually happening were two completely different things. She used to think if you wished for something hard enough, it would happen. "Have you ever wanted all your wishes to come true? Cause when I was younger, up until a little while ago, I used to think that if you wished for something super hard, it would happen. And I did that-- y'know, when Ratnight took over?-- But it never happened. So I gave up. Sort of half-wishing that things would go better. And then they did, but it was too late. Wishing lost it's power...guess only so many things can go right, huh?" She asked with a small smile.

She almost wished that she would believe in wishing again, but then stopped. No-- the time for just sitting around wishing things would get better was over. The time for action was past, and it was weak now. Wasn't it? No, the time for action was past now...but would it return was the real question. She didn't want it to. She wanted everything bad to be over, and for good times to come back again. They were slowly returning, but everyone was always on guard. At least, she was...she was no longer always cheerful, though most of the time it appeared that way. It was the part of her she liked best. The part that she would always remember. The part that she wanted to keep with her forever.

But cats changed, and moved on, as she knew all too well. She'd had Firefall, and Steelpaw, and Wrenclaw-- everyone moving through her life just as quickly as they'd entered it. Hawkeye. Birdsong. Berryspirit. Every one of them leaving her just as quickly as they came into her life, and every time she had been heartbroken, but she'd moved on. At least she would see them again in StarClan; well, some of them. But she was in no rush to get there. Right now there were cats in her life who needed her here, and she wouldn't leave them.

She'd see Wrenclaw around, of course...there was no way for her not to. Wrenclaw was her best friend and he still lived in ThunderClan, didn't he? Of course. She would see him at some point, which made her happy. A smile spread across her maw just at the thought of her friend, and was rapidly growing. She was thankful for his company, not to mention the company of the cat she was currently with-- Bluejay. He seemed nice. And at least he wasn't making fun of her cheerful nature or anything, she'd been teased about it before and didn't like it...but she was incredibly thankful for it. "Aw, you wanna talk about it? To me, your new best friend?" Hawkfeather asked, cocking her head to the side with a slightly playful smile before her grin grew.

"Wait, am I your best friend? Because you're my new best friend, I mean everyone's my friend but if you want to be my best friend you can, because I would never let anyone not be my best friend, who would do that? Not me, that's who, and I really like you cause you're a really great cat so if you want to be best friends that's totally fine with me!" Hawkfeather mewed all at once, a grin still on her maw. She was always saying things like that, which sometimes drove other cats crazy and sometimes attracted them to her. It all depended on the other cat's personality, and she wasn't quite sure about Bluejay's yet. One thing that she was sure of...she really liked him. He seemed like a decent cat to be around, which Hawkfeather was thankful for.

"A golden rock. I've never seen a golden rock before, have you? I mean, I've seen grey rocks. And semi-silver rocks. And even some orange rocks, what a weird color for a rock, huh? Ooh, and white rocks! White rocks are the best, they're my favorite!" Hawkfeather mewed, jumping to her paws and flashing a smile in the tom's direction, before she settled down again. It was probably a metaphorical rock that he had been talking about. Blowing it again, Hawkfeather! She thought to herself with a stern twitch of her tail. She cocked her head to the side at his next words, but didn't reply...she wasn't quite sure what he was talking about, anyways. He wasn't bad at all! Most likely, he was talking about her. That must be it.

[Kitty62201]

Starlingheart padded towards the fresh-kill pile, her belly grumbled at the sight of the prey. She grabbed a plump mouse and padded back to a shady spot under a bush.

[zinfranny]

Ashley/Kestrel
{hA. I DID IT. I POSTED.}

He paused, staring at the mouth of the clearing's entrance. Gyrestar's eyes were as big as two silvery moons on his face, an unreadable painting of emotions in the glowing depths. The tall feline stood there, facing the arch of bush and fronds for several moments like a quiet statue amid the quiet forest. Alas, his paws moved across the brittle grass and snow skiffs. His steps crackled through the trees as he crunched the frost, but the faint sound proved to be a decorous knell to complete the frozen clearing bathed in a cloudy early morning's blue-ish hue.
Gyrestar reached the jutting stone that emerged in the back of the clearing, which appeared painted by frost and was just nearly calling out for somebody. It was true, when Ashstar had died, the Highpeak had remained forgotten under the new leader's doing. Now that Gyrewind was Gyrestar, the ceremonial stone seemed to know, and called for him.
Ashstar's successor turned his back to the rock. He stared out at the clearing, home to the Clan he was suppose to look after, which, so early in the morning, seemed numb and silent. Gyrestar inhaled the crisp air that filled his lungs and exhaled, a puff of white fluttering into the air.
This is it. I'm alone.

[graves]

@Inglewood Binks

Now,she knew she wasn't the only one worried about the whole no medicine cat and deputy thing,but she wasn't really worried. She had been alive before Gyrestar was even made leader,she had seen Thunderclan under Ashstars rule,she had seen it during the Era but Thunderclan had always manage to rise. She was much older then Gyrestar,being a senior warrior. While naturally anycat would be nervous for her clan and become antsy and bug the living daylight out of their leader in worry,she was rather calm on the matter. She pittyed the tom; he's probably losing a life just from stress on the situation. So here she was in the clearing,planing to give the tom reassuring words. She figured a leader already had enough stress on them as if was,so she thought her words but put some ease into him. She padded up to him,the snow of leaf bare crunching under her paws as she walked. She dipped her head respectfully with a small smile,"Hello Gyrestar,how have you been doing?"

She figured the tom would reply with the typical 'good' or something but she would surely call him out on it.

[Dovekit12]

"Hi I just talked to a kit named Falconkit. Spottedkit should go say hi!" Moonfeather mewed to Owltail.(Can you bring Spottedkit in?)

"Ok, Spottedkit" Owltail called as she poked her head out of the nursery
Spottedkit came tumbling into the nursery "hi Moonfeather I just learned a hunting move" She said happily.

[CutenessVB]

Rainshade grooms herself.

[Brilliance]

The silver she cat shook her head, smiling in amusement as she padded more slowly after the younger cat. She was grateful for the company, but the younger cat was incredibly chatty; it was quite a surprise to her, considering she had seemed so calm and quiet earlier. "Well, I'm very happy to have met you. And to have bumped-- literally-- into Tigerpaw." She mewed, with a slight smile on her features at the memory. The smile faded a moment later as she remembered how rude she had been, smacking him in the face and all. It was too bad. She had been wondering if her disastrous experiences with toms were over, but it would appear that they weren't...no, it would appear that they were just beginning.

Of course. What a wonderful solution to all her problems, apologizing...but she didn't want to. He had been in the wrong, after all! Of course, there was no way for him to have known that she didn't like to be played with like that, but hey, at least he had stopped when she had smacked him. Things had gotten better with that one swift movement, which Stormpaw was happy about. Thank goodness things got better, she thought with a twitch of her tail. Bad things had happened to her in the past, but in the future, they'd always gotten much, much better... even if it was just a smile that changed her mood.

"I never said you were!" Stormpaw was quick to defend herself, but she was laughing as she did so. A smile came across the she cat's features. She was indeed, thankful to have the she cat as a friend. After all, what would she do without one? Friends were supposed to always be there, and from the looks of things, they weren't going to be changing anytime soon. The she cat smiled softly at her next words, and felt a sharp sting of guilt. After all, it was partly her fault that the tom was missing. He's probably fine, like she said earlier, her mind was quick to tell her, in an attempt to calm her. She knew that he was probably fine, but where was the proof for it? A shudder pricked at Stormpaw's spine and the tip of her tail flicked as she wondered. "Thanks, Fairypaw. That's a really nice thing to say," She mewed with another smile coming onto her maw.

Tigerpaw entered the clearing after checking the apprentice’s den. He found that Fairypaw and Stormpaw weren’t definitely there, and he feared that he might get a mouth load from the both of them. Mainly, Fairypaw. When he entered camp, he threw smiles at every cat he passed, before sulking his way to the two females.

‘’Hiya girls!’’ He called and gave both of them a brilliant smile. He easily found them under a shaded tree, bored as ever it seemed. He winced at the way Fairypaw was giving him a stern look. She went up to him, though shorter, she held her tail high in a dominating position.

‘’Where were you!?’’ She screamed at him. ‘’You’re never out on a run this long!’’

I can’t tell her where I was, the tom backed up a bit, chuckling to lighten the situation. ‘’Practicing.’’ And, he smiled with his fangs.

‘’Practicing?’’ Fairypaw repeated. She figured he was. Then again, why ever did he take so long to practice? She took a quick glance at their friend, Stormpaw and she turned back to Tigerpaw. He had a knowing look and he went up to the female, an apologetic smile on his face.

‘’I’m sorry for the way I reacted...earlier.’’ He says, and bends down to nibble on his paw. He felt uncomfortable already, and he just got back! He awaited to accept her apology, hoping that it would be there. He quickly added, ‘’I promise to never step out of line again.’’ He gave a mischievous grin and winked.

‘’That’s what got you slapped in the first place.’’ Fairypaw stated, confidently. ‘’It’d be funny if I could see it again.’’

‘’Ah, come on!’’ The tom complained. ‘’Don’t start that now! I just got back. We should throw a welcome back party.’’ He joked. Fairypaw rolled her eyes, but she was grateful that the tom was okay, and he looked well. He looked extremely happy as if whatever happened earlier never took place. Fairypaw found this suspicious but she didn’t comment on it.

Instead, she asked him, ‘’Are you hungry? Did you eat?’’

The tom shrugged. ‘’I’m alright. I just wanted to hang out with ya’ll.’’ And, turning to Stormpaw, he smiled. ‘’And, I’m sorry for the way I acted. If you’d like we can definitely start over.’’ He edged closer to her. ‘’Then, I’ll be a good tom.’’ And, he stared at her facial features, admiring the pretty blue orbs, and her silvery fur. She was a small thing, that’s for sure, but she was a spit ball of fire. Especially for something so pretty. ‘’But I can’t promise that I’ll stop...complimenting you...I mean it’s in my nature.’’ The tom chuckled.

Fairypaw once again rolled her eyes. And, she sat there annoyed, yet she was pleased and she hoped that the two of them could get along. And maybe along the path, have a bright future ahead of them.

[Rockstar]

"Im not bleeding its the fox blood" redclaw said impatient

Dawnfrost stared at Redclaw, not believing him.

Greypaw and Lightningpaw returned from training, and saw their uncle in his state.
"Whoa," Greypa muttered, "what happened to you?!"

[ConfusedCas]

Ashenkit yelped as his friend bounded over towards him, pretty much scaring the fur off of him and scaring him out of at least a hundred moons' growth. "Honeykit!" He laughed, aiming a cuff at her ears and grinning. He was pleased to see his friend again. Although what she said might have been an exaggeration, he wasn't about to point that out--for all he knew, she could be right! Maybe it really had been a hundred moons! Ashenkit was terrible at keeping track of time...even with the sun high in the sky, he still couldn't tell what was going on. His black and grey tail twitched a mile a minute, looking as though it were going to fall off in all his pleasure and excitement. "I'm happy to see you too, but did you have to come out of nowhere and scare the fur off me?" He pretended to be upset that she had scared him, but his wide grin gave away his pleasure.

He never had been very good at acting the part of an upset cat. Too bad, considering he had wanted to trick his friend. Never mind. I'll get her back later, he thought with a purr as he batted at his pale golden friend's tail again. "So what have you been up to lately? And how long do you think it'll be before we're apprentices? Ooh, ooh, and what do you want to do now?" He asked, firing questions at her, all the time maintaining his smile. He knew perhaps that was a bit overwhelming, but at this point, he really didn't care anymore. There was a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, a sick feeling of excitement that was overwhelming everything else and making him feel almost too happy to keep his hues focused on the young she cat.

He awaited her answer with growing excitement, tail twitching all the while.
"Well I had to make a big entrance!" For a moment Honeykit had wondered if she had crossed the line but luckily Ashenkit was a very bad actor, or at least bad at faking sadness. The toms happiness was infectious as she started to purr loudly as well. "Ok ok, slow down! If we get any happier we might explode!" Part of her mind she actually believed that, I mean, who knows what happens if you are too happy? She wouldn't know but it looked as if her friend was going to explode, and it was her job to rescue him. She had to take a few breaths herself to keep safe from exploding. "Oh I'm so excited to become an apprentice! It's all I've been thinking about lately, I mean there's not much else to do in the nursery so most times I fantasize about being a warrior. We've gotta get mentors soon, right?" She squeaked happily, "Maybe we'll get to be them together! Oh Ashenkit, I missed you!" Honeykit bounced forward and touched her muzzle to his ear before springing away and rolling, ending in a crouch. Her tail twitched excitedly as she looked at him through narrowed eyes, "Maybe thee Ashenstar can explain what he's doing on my territory?" She couldn't help her voice shaking with laughter as she launched right into play acting.

[Jadedimage]

Tigerpelt padded out of the Warrior's Den, stretching luxuriously before giving her striped chest fur a few brisk licks to smooth it down. She sat with her tail around her paws, lifting her ears and gazing around the clearing, watching her Clanmates go about their business as she debated what to do today. She wasn't on any patrols, that she knew of, which left her free to do as she liked.

'Hm, to hunt or give the borders a check?' the young warrior pondered; both were tasks she enjoyed, and she never turned down the chance to run off any errant loners, kittypets, or rival Clan cats if they set a whisker over the Clan's borders. This was leafbare, however, and she knew prey was always in need. With a decisive twitch of her whiskers, she made her decision- she would hunt. But not quite just yet; she was uncertain just how many warriors were around to guard the camp, and so she got to her paws, moved a bit away from the den so as not to be in anycat's way, and laid down on her side, her tail tip twitching in the dust as she watched the entrance for the latest patrol to return.

[alexanderblair]

Tigerpelt padded out of the Warrior's Den, stretching luxuriously before giving her striped chest fur a few brisk licks to smooth it down. She sat with her tail around her paws, lifting her ears and gazing around the clearing, watching her Clanmates go about their business as she debated what to do today. She wasn't on any patrols, that she knew of, which left her free to do as she liked.

'Hm, to hunt or give the borders a check?' the young warrior pondered; both were tasks she enjoyed, and she never turned down the chance to run off any errant loners, kittypets, or rival Clan cats if they set a whisker over the Clan's borders. This was leafbare, however, and she knew prey was always in need. With a decisive twitch of her whiskers, she made her decision- she would hunt. But not quite just yet; she was uncertain just how many warriors were around to guard the camp, and so she got to her paws, moved a bit away from the den so as not to be in anycat's way, and laid down on her side, her tail tip twitching in the dust as she watched the entrance for the latest patrol to return.

Mouseflower walked out of the warriors den and saw Tigerpelt. "Are you going hunting today?" asked Mouseflower. She wanted to get out of camp, but she didn't want to go alone.

[lone]

"Well I had to make a big entrance!" For a moment Honeykit had wondered if she had crossed the line but luckily Ashenkit was a very bad actor, or at least bad at faking sadness. The toms happiness was infectious as she started to purr loudly as well. "Ok ok, slow down! If we get any happier we might explode!" Part of her mind she actually believed that, I mean, who knows what happens if you are too happy? She wouldn't know but it looked as if her friend was going to explode, and it was her job to rescue him. She had to take a few breaths herself to keep safe from exploding. "Oh I'm so excited to become an apprentice! It's all I've been thinking about lately, I mean there's not much else to do in the nursery so most times I fantasize about being a warrior. We've gotta get mentors soon, right?" She squeaked happily, "Maybe we'll get to be them together! Oh Ashenkit, I missed you!" Honeykit bounced forward and touched her muzzle to his ear before springing away and rolling, ending in a crouch. Her tail twitched excitedly as she looked at him through narrowed eyes, "Maybe thee Ashenstar can explain what he's doing on my territory?" She couldn't help her voice shaking with laughter as she launched right into play acting.
"You like being the center of attention then, huh? Cause I'm pretty sure you were the center of the attention for everyone around us now," Ashenkit mewed with a purr, batting his paw at his friend. At her next words he calmed down-- though he was sure she was joking, part of him wondered if there was the slightest chance that could happen. And, if there was, he didn't want it to happen to him. Explode, huh? He thought, the tip of his tail beginning to twitch worriedly. Exploding was a new concept for the young cat, since he hadn't really heard anyone speaking of it before. And now he was nervous...what if she was right? If she was right, this could be bad. This could be very bad. But soon, as she cheered back up, Ashenkit followed her words, his ears swiveling first in one direction then another, making him look much younger. He was older now-- they would both be apprentices soon, and he was excited for the time to come. "I missed you too, Honeykit," He laughed, nudging her lightly with his shoulder as he did so, a smile fixed firmly on his maw. He was excited. No-- he was more then excited, he was thrilled at the prospect of becoming an apprentice. That time was coming very soon, and when it did, they would no longer be small kits playing in the nursery. They would finally be apprentices, and he was looking forwards to it very much. He cocked his head to the side at her playacting-- for a moment, he didn't understand what she was doing before his hues widened in realization and he smiled. "I am here to take your territory for the good of ThunderClan, of course." He mewed with an indifferent look on his features before he leapt at the pale colored kit, a purr rumbling in his chest as he did so.

[Moonsong12]

"Ok, Spottedkit" Owltail called as she poked her head out of the nursery
Spottedkit came tumbling into the nursery "hi Moonfeather I just learned a hunting move" She said happily.
Moonfeather nodded at Owltail."That's great! I met a kit named Falconkit." She hinted.

[Dovekit12]

Moonfeather nodded at Owltail."That's great! I met a kit named Falconkit." She hinted.

"Awsome where are they" Spottedkit said excitedly.

[lone]

Tigerpaw entered the clearing after checking the apprentice’s den. He found that Fairypaw and Stormpaw weren’t definitely there, and he feared that he might get a mouth load from the both of them. Mainly, Fairypaw. When he entered camp, he threw smiles at every cat he passed, before sulking his way to the two females.

‘’Hiya girls!’’ He called and gave both of them a brilliant smile. He easily found them under a shaded tree, bored as ever it seemed. He winced at the way Fairypaw was giving him a stern look. She went up to him, though shorter, she held her tail high in a dominating position.

‘’Where were you!?’’ She screamed at him. ‘’You’re never out on a run this long!’’

I can’t tell her where I was, the tom backed up a bit, chuckling to lighten the situation. ‘’Practicing.’’ And, he smiled with his fangs.

‘’Practicing?’’ Fairypaw repeated. She figured he was. Then again, why ever did he take so long to practice? She took a quick glance at their friend, Stormpaw and she turned back to Tigerpaw. He had a knowing look and he went up to the female, an apologetic smile on his face.

‘’I’m sorry for the way I reacted...earlier.’’ He says, and bends down to nibble on his paw. He felt uncomfortable already, and he just got back! He awaited to accept her apology, hoping that it would be there. He quickly added, ‘’I promise to never step out of line again.’’ He gave a mischievous grin and winked.

‘’That’s what got you slapped in the first place.’’ Fairypaw stated, confidently. ‘’It’d be funny if I could see it again.’’

‘’Ah, come on!’’ The tom complained. ‘’Don’t start that now! I just got back. We should throw a welcome back party.’’ He joked. Fairypaw rolled her eyes, but she was grateful that the tom was okay, and he looked well. He looked extremely happy as if whatever happened earlier never took place. Fairypaw found this suspicious but she didn’t comment on it.

Instead, she asked him, ‘’Are you hungry? Did you eat?’’

The tom shrugged. ‘’I’m alright. I just wanted to hang out with ya’ll.’’ And, turning to Stormpaw, he smiled. ‘’And, I’m sorry for the way I acted. If you’d like we can definitely start over.’’ He edged closer to her. ‘’Then, I’ll be a good tom.’’ And, he stared at her facial features, admiring the pretty blue orbs, and her silvery fur. She was a small thing, that’s for sure, but she was a spit ball of fire. Especially for something so pretty. ‘’But I can’t promise that I’ll stop...complimenting you...I mean it’s in my nature.’’ The tom chuckled.

Fairypaw once again rolled her eyes. And, she sat there annoyed, yet she was pleased and she hoped that the two of them could get along. And maybe along the path, have a bright future ahead of them.
The silver female looked suspicious at his sudden return and, like Fairypaw, got to her paws and approached the tom, a calmer look on her features. She looked almost exactly the way she had before she had slapped him in the face the last time and-- for a moment-- looked as though she were about to do exactly that before a look of relief passed through her icy hues and she seemed to half-collapse. "Practicing doesn't take that long. Especially when there are two cats waiting on you to get back." She mewed in a calm, level tone, never wavering in either direction. She desperately wanted to know where he had actually been...but she wasn't about to ask him.

It could be personal. And she wouldn't want a cat like him prying into her personal details, would she? "I accept your apology. And...maybe I overreacted. Just some bad memories." She shrugged, before giving him the smallest of smiles. It wasn't much, but at least it was there, and showing that she actually cared...though did she? She wasn't quite sure how much she cared for the tom. She did a little, she supposed. After all, a bonding experience like slapping someone in the face was sure to make them the best of friends. And if that didn't, what else possibly would? "I'd be glad to show you. Though maybe not so soon. I'll wait until he steps out of line again-- and then I'll show you. I'll even teach you how to do it as ungracefully as me." She mewed with the smallest of smiles creeping up onto her maw. She liked hanging around these cats, though Tigerpaw bothered her somewhat-- practicing wasn't a valid excuse, in her opinion, though she hadn't wanted to call him out on it right then and there. Perhaps later they could have a conversation.

About telling the truth, not to mention stopping flirting. What was the point? If a she cat wouldn't accept you the way you were, they weren't with a minute of your time. "Good boy. But-- I wouldn't recommend complimenting me and stuff. Not a good past in that area. Triggers some...unpleasant memories, like I said before. And you're liable to get another good slap in the face. Though hopefully I can control that." She mewed with the slightest shrug, before glancing over towards Fairypaw and winking. A slight flame aroused in her ice-cold hues as she looked back at the tom, raising her head so that she looked more warrior-like and a smirk slid onto her maw as well, showing quite a bit of pride in that as she glanced at the tiger-striped cat.

[Moonsong12]

"Awsome where are they" Spottedkit said excitedly.
Moonfeather shrugged."I don't know." She said.

[Ag75 -- GONE]

(OPEN~!!!!)
Sparkpaw sat down and surveyed her clan. All was more or less normal. She sighed. Well, NOW I'm bored, she huffed to herself. Her calico tail twitched as her shoulders slumped. "Ugh." She muttered.

[JaxenAmethyst]

(So--what could they look like? One like Leopardfang, one like Sheathedawn?)
Hey, Jaggededge... replyyyyyy

One like Sheathedawn, the other Leopardfang? Or 3 kits--one like sheathedawn, one like leopardfang, and one doesn't look like EITHER of them but is still our natural-born kit?
xxJaggededgexx

[Dovekit12]

Moonfeather shrugged."I don't know." She said.

"Wanna see my hunting move" Spottedkit said excitedly forgetting that Moonfether was blind in her excitement.

[Ag75 -- GONE]

(OPEN!!!!!!)
Mistkit's tail twitched as she dreamt. She was in a small grassy clearing chasing a squirrel. Just a second longer, and I can outrun it, she was thinking. She lunged for the squirrel but was knocked out of the air by a heavy weight. She thumped to the ground. She rolled over onto her back, wincing from the imaginary pain in her left front paw. Then she looked up to see who had hit her. But no cat was there. Her squirrel was gone. She stood back up and was suddenly thrown back down to the ground. She rolled over and over, the grassy ground going from soft to sharp. She blinked open her eyes. In her sleep, she'd rolled out of her nest! She blushed and looked around. At least no cat was watching.

[zinfranny]

@Inglewood Binks

Now,she knew she wasn't the only one worried about the whole no medicine cat and deputy thing,but she wasn't really worried. She had been alive before Gyrestar was even made leader,she had seen Thunderclan under Ashstars rule,she had seen it during the Era but Thunderclan had always manage to rise. She was much older then Gyrestar,being a senior warrior. While naturally anycat would be nervous for her clan and become antsy and bug the living daylight out of their leader in worry,she was rather calm on the matter. She pittyed the tom; he's probably losing a life just from stress on the situation. So here she was in the clearing,planing to give the tom reassuring words. She figured a leader already had enough stress on them as if was,so she thought her words but put some ease into him. She padded up to him,the snow of leaf bare crunching under her paws as she walked. She dipped her head respectfully with a small smile,"Hello Gyrestar,how have you been doing?"

She figured the tom would reply with the typical 'good' or something but she would surely call him out on it.

{assuming this is a reply to the scene I posted above}
Gyrestar's head cocked and eyes flashed wide in shock, the newcomer's voice like lightning through the grey clouds of thought in his head. He searched momentarily for the she-cat, even though she was nearly right in front of him, and made awkward sounds and shuffled around when he found her. His head tilted down into his chest and lips pursed out of more awkwardness while he forced his pelt to lay down from where it had fuzzed.
"Well, that's kind of... self explanatory." He meowed after clearing his throat. The tall tom looked away from the mottled she-cat and at the still clearing, as if a part of his explanation was there.

[Deerlie]

A silver she cat sat alone in the shadows and groomed herself.

[dino.]

A silver she cat sat alone in the shadows and groomed herself.
Turtlestrike walked over to the she-cat. "Hey, have you seen Jaymist?" she asked. "I'm looking for him."

[Flowerjoy Is Everything]

Slashgrass walks in. "Help, I'm having my kits!!" she says.

[Deerlie]

Slashgrass walks in. "Help, I'm having my kits!!" she says.
RoseFawn raced over. "Get in thus nezt!" She put her in the nest and put a stick ndxt to her. "Bite down" she said calmly

[Flowerjoy Is Everything]

She nods biting down on the stick. (Bluekit will become Bluegrass Aurakit will be Auralight and Flowerkit i'm giving to you!)

[Tundra]

Helpingpotato

Flamewing padded over to the camp entrance. She paused and stretched, letting a yawn escape her muzzle. I'm going to go hunting, Flamewing decided. I'll add onto the kill pile.

[Fallpotato]

Helpingpotato

Flamewing padded over to the camp entrance. She paused and stretched, letting a yawn escape her muzzle. I'm going to go hunting, Flamewing decided. I'll add onto the kill pile.
Ashstorm stalked behind her and jumped, tackling her. He laughed :"hey flamewing

[judas]

Smallpaw looked at the freshkill pile, which was quite empty. He looked around for Ramora. Smallpaw grabbed a large Rabbit.
(Sorry Its short, I'm talking to my friend and its hard to type)

[Tundra]

Flamewing let out a yowl of surprise. "Ashstorm," Flamewing growled playfully. "When I get up your going to regret that!"

[Fallpotato]

Flamewing let outg a yowl of surprise. "Ashstorm," Flamewing growled playfully. "When I get up your going to regret that!"
ashstorm laughed and licked her ear playfully

[Tundra]

Flamewing threw herself up, sending Ashstorm across the clearing. She quickly pounced and pined him down. "I told you you'd regret that!"

[Fallpotato]

Flamewing threw herself up, sending Ashstorm across the clearing. She quickly pounced and pined him down. "I told you you'd regret that!"
Ashstorm smiled and licked her muzzle, obviously flirting with her. He purred quietly

[Tundra]

Flamewing let Ashstorm up. She licked her paw and drew it over her ear. "Anyways," she meowed. "I was going for a walk through the forest, want to come?"

[Fallpotato]

Flamewing let Ashstorm up. She licked her paw and drew it over her ear. "Anyways," she meowed. "I was going for a walk through the forest, want to come?"
he noded and purred "of course

[Tundra]

"Ok," Flamewing meowed. She glanced back at Ashstorm. "Can you keep up?" She meowed playfully then sped out of the tunnel at full speed.

[Fallpotato]

"Ok," Flamewing meowed. She glanced back at Ashstorm. "Can you keep up?" She meowed playfully then sped out of the tunnel at full speed.
Ashstorm grinned and bolted after her

[Ashley/Kestrel]

@Ashley/Kestrel (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=25)
{hA. I DID IT. I POSTED.}

He paused, staring at the mouth of the clearing's entrance. Gyrestar's eyes were as big as two silvery moons on his face, an unreadable painting of emotions in the glowing depths. The tall feline stood there, facing the arch of bush and fronds for several moments like a quiet statue amid the quiet forest. Alas, his paws moved across the brittle grass and snow skiffs. His steps crackled through the trees as he crunched the frost, but the faint sound proved to be a decorous knell to complete the frozen clearing bathed in a cloudy early morning's blue-ish hue.
Gyrestar reached the jutting stone that emerged in the back of the clearing, which appeared painted by frost and was just nearly calling out for somebody. It was true, when Ashstar had died, the Highpeak had remained forgotten under the new leader's doing. Now that Gyrewind was Gyrestar, the ceremonial stone seemed to know, and called for him.
Ashstar's successor turned his back to the rock. He stared out at the clearing, home to the Clan he was suppose to look after, which, so early in the morning, seemed numb and silent. Gyrestar inhaled the crisp air that filled his lungs and exhaled, a puff of white fluttering into the air.
This is it. I'm alone.

(u did it I AM PROUD)
Antstep had lingered near the center of camp, watching the clan life go by with little interest. The Toyger stretched his jaws in a yawn, short fur ruffled and messy. He was bored, and looked around. He scooted around and spotted Gyrestar, and threw himself onto his back in fake shock. "WOAH! Its GYRESTAR!" He yelled, before rolling back onto his belly.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Smallpaw looked at the freshkill pile, which was quite empty. He looked around for Ramora. Smallpaw grabbed a large Rabbit.
(Sorry Its short, I'm talking to my friend and its hard to type)
Remorakit walked out of the nursery, glancing around the clearing, and suddenly spotted the familiar face of their friend, Smallpaw. White-tipped tail giving a brisk swish, they ran over to the apprentice. "Hey, Smallpaw!" they mewed cheerily, skidding to a halt beside their friend.

[judas]

Remorakit walked out of the nursery, glancing around the clearing, and suddenly spotted the familiar face of their friend, Smallpaw. White-tipped tail giving a brisk swish, they ran over to the apprentice. "Hey, Smallpaw!" they mewed cheerily, skidding to a halt beside their friend.
Smallpaw flicked his ears as he looked at Remorakit. "H-hey!" He mewed. Smallpaw gave her a friendly nudge on their shoulder. "I feel like I haven't seen you in a while!" He looked down at the Rabbit, and pushed it Over to Remorakit. "Here, you can share this with me," He purred.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Smallpaw flicked his ears as he looked at Remorakit. "H-hey!" He mewed. Smallpaw gave her a friendly nudge on their shoulder. "I feel like I haven't seen you in a while!" He looked down at the Rabbit, and pushed it Over to Remorakit. "Here, you can share this with me," He purred.
Remora smiled at Small in his somewhat lopsided way, green eyes glinting somewhat. They had, after all, missed their best friend. "Thanks, Smallpaw" they purred as Small offered to share the rabbit, but they involuntarily sighed. They still had yet to become an apprentice, and they were already the oldest kit in the nursery... Remorakit shoved the thought aside, restoring his grin halfheartedly.

[judas]

Remora smiled at Small in his somewhat lopsided way, green eyes glinting somewhat. They had, after all, missed their best friend. "Thanks, Smallpaw" they purred as Small offered to share the rabbit, but they involuntarily sighed. They still had yet to become an apprentice, and they were already the oldest kit in the nursery... Remorakit shoved the thought aside, restoring his grin halfheartedly.
Smallpaw smiled at Remora. A Warm, kind smile. His eyes seemed to glow with the thought That they might be moving into The Apprentice's den soon. He was sad they wouldn't be moving with Zerosight also. To be honest, the cat had no idea what he was really feeling. Smallpaw wrapped his tail around Remorakit kindly, as if he were giving them a hug. "It'll Be okay, you'll see," He purred. "Now Eat, I know your hungry," He joked.

[Deerlie]

She nods biting down on the stick. (Bluekit will become Bluegrass Aurakit will be Auralight and Flowerkit i'm giving to you!)thx) She looked at her. "Push" She said. Seeing that the cat was shaking she licked her head. "Shhh, its ok."She purred. As she saw a kit slid onto the nest, she bit the sack open and licked the bur backwards to dry it then put it next to her. After tso more kits, sje put them all next to the mother.
A small she-kit Wiggled towards a flower. A blueish-Greyish flower, like her. She whined as her mothers warmth left her.
The queen put the kit over by her mother again. "What are you naming her?" She purred.

[Deerlie]

She nods biting down on the stick. (Bluekit will become Bluegrass Aurakit will be Auralight and Flowerkit i'm giving to you!)
Also, Flowerkit will become FlowerSky. i had my mom choose. . lol xD ♥♥♥♥♥

[Flowerjoy Is Everything]

"That one....Flowerkit[Flowersky]!, and the blue furred one with a red tail paws and ears...Aurakit[Auralight]!! and the blue furred one with a green paw...Bluekit![Bluegrass]" She says excited.

[Deerlie]

"That one....Flowerkit[Flowersky]!, and the blue furred one with a red tail paws and ears...Aurakit[Auralight]!! and the blue furred one with a green paw...Bluekit![Bluegrass]" She says excited.
"Okay, Who is the father?" She purred

[Flowerjoy Is Everything]

"The Father is missing, the father is Moondirt...." She says looking down sadly.

[Fallpotato]

Lycanrock padded into camp with two mice in his jaws. He went to the fresh-kill pile and dropped them off. He then grabbed a robin and settled down in the middle of the clearing starting to eat the robin. He finished a few minutes later, then walked around camp, smiling and greeting others kindly

[Deerlie]

"The Father is missing, the father is Moondirt...." She says looking down sadly.
"Its ok. . Ill help you take care of them"(Who rps Moondirt?)

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Smallpaw smiled at Remora. A Warm, kind smile. His eyes seemed to glow with the thought That they might be moving into The Apprentice's den soon. He was sad they wouldn't be moving with Zerosight also. To be honest, the cat had no idea what he was really feeling. Smallpaw wrapped his tail around Remorakit kindly, as if he were giving them a hug. "It'll Be okay, you'll see," He purred. "Now Eat, I know your hungry," He joked.
Remorakit nodded, glad that they hadn't needed to explain themself to Smallpaw. (I've been writing this all day... curse writers block)

[judas]

Remorakit nodded, glad that they hadn't needed to explain themself to Smallpaw. (I've been writing this all day... curse writers block)
Smallpaw looked down on them, his eyes filled with sadness for the kit. "I'm gonna hope for the day when we sit in the elders den. Together sharing stories. The clan kits are gonna be scrambling around. The apprentices will do anything we ask." He looked down at Remorakit, the small scrap of Grey had been one of the most life changing cats ever. He lifted a paw and played with their fur. He pawed it until it spiked up, "There you go, all nice and poofy."

[Deerlie]

Lycanrock padded into camp with two mice in his jaws. He went to the fresh-kill pile and dropped them off. He then grabbed a robin and settled down in the middle of the clearing starting to eat the robin. He finished a few minutes later, then walked around camp, smiling and greeting others kindly
RiverWing smiled at him. "Hello" She said.

[Fallpotato]

RiverWing smiled at him. "Hello" She said.
"hello" Lycanrock greeted in a soft, kind voice. He flicked his tail and sat down, expecting a long conversation

[seasalt]

[ I am SO sorry forgetting about this! ]
Liquoris || Duskflight || vantrums || starfall

Whew. These kits were a bit...tiring. A brown tabby thought. Mossdrop breathed in and out deeply, panting hard. Kits were indeed, tiring work, but beautiful creatures to bring upon the world. Her eyes gleamed with pride, they were the future of the clans, the future Ratnight and Fennelstrike they would provide for all the clans, and she would try her hardest to get that future, even if it cost her kits, or life. Their life was precious, but they would soon not need her, so Mossdrop had to prepare for that. She looked down at the four bundles, eyes thoughtful. Names. They needed names. Mossdrop knew exactly what she would name them, exactly. Excitement quickened in her heart, and her eyes gleamed, plans swirling in her mind. Blazeshade wasn't here, since he was out on a patrol, but she knew she had to name one of the kits after the EE leaders, she had to. They were her idols, the very beings that kept her mind and goals alive, they made her determined to get the future they had wanted to preserve.
She nudged the orange black tabby, the name of the leader she so admired was fresh in her mind. Yes, his name would do. It would make him the cat she wanted him to be. "For you, my sweet, I will name you Ratkit, after my dearest idol Ratnight.." Mossdrop gave a quiet purr, licking the head of the first born, eyes gleaming with nothing else but pride. The tabby's eyes shifted toward the ginger tabby, with a thoughtful gleam in her eye. "Now for you, my little flower, you will named Daffodilkit, you seem like a flower, but like a deadly ivy, I hope." She mewed, licking his head softly, and slowly, she looked down at the brown tabby. "Bushkit, for you," Mossdrop paused, looking toward the last kit, a planned look in her face. "And, for you, you're name will be Cloverkit," Plan drifted across her mind. These kits have a destiny, to make the clan to the way it should be, I hope at least one creates the clan Ratnight and Fennelstrike had tried to make. Those pathetic Skyclan Cats ruined everything. I'll get my revenge on them someday...someday...

[Mango]

Chameleonpaw looked around camp, There is nothing to do?

[Flowerjoy Is Everything]

Me// "T-thank you verry much..." She says as Bluekit and Aurakit lean by Slashgrass.

[Phoenix Flames]

Volekit looks around the nursery, bored. "Is there any kit that wants to play mossball with me?!", he asked. Now that Lionpaw and Snailpaw were apprentices, Volekit was as bored as ever since his siblings moved to the apprentices' den.

[Flowerjoy Is Everything]

The NEWBORN kits mew loudly.

[Deerlie]

"hello" Lycanrock greeted in a soft, kind voice. He flicked his tail and sat down, expecting a long conversation
Shs had fee.ings for this tom but, was afraid. "How are you?"she purred

[Fallpotato]

Shs had fee.ings for this tom but, was afraid. "How are you?"she purred
Lycanrock smiled "im great, how are you?" He blinked Jaymist/Ravenkit

[judas]

Oceanwind picked a fat mouse from the freshkill pile. Mice had always been her favorite, she didn't know how to live without it. Oceanwind took a large bite, the prey warm in her belly. She took another bite, How can Riverclan eat all that fish? She thought. Oceanwind flicked her tail, finishing off the mouse. She pushed her scraps to the side, disposing them. The russian blue cat tried to groom her pelt but only added to it's fluff. Her lighter paws padded the ground.
Zerosight is gone, great
The She looked around, who would be next?

[Mango]

Oceanwind picked a fat mouse from the freshkill pile. Mice had always been her favorite, she didn't know how to live without it. Oceanwind took a large bite, the prey warm in her belly. She took another bite, How can Riverclan eat all that fish? She thought. Oceanwind flicked her tail, finishing off the mouse. She pushed her scraps to the side, disposing them. The russian blue cat tried to groom her pelt but only added to it's fluff. Her lighter paws padded the ground.
Zerosight is gone, great
The She looked around, who would be next?

Chameleonpaw was rummaging through the freshkill pile when she found a nice starling, she padded over to Oceanwing," Please don't be offended, but your fur is way too fluffy, maybe water would do the trick?" then she added," Also I can't stand that you prefer mice over starlings."
Mice taste like bile.
Chameleonpaw shook her head," Anyways, I prefer to eat starlings, if not that then another tasty bird, then squirrels, then rats, then frogs, then fish, then toad, then kittypet food, then crowfood, then dung, then mice." she announced loudly.

[judas]

Chameleonpaw was rummaging through the freshkill pile when she found a nice starling, she padded over to Oceanwing," Please don't be offended, but your fur is way too fluffy, maybe water would do the trick?" then she added," Also I can't stand that you prefer mice over starlings."
Mice taste like bile.
Chameleonpaw shook her head," Anyways, I prefer to eat starlings, if not that then another tasty bird, then squirrels, then rats, then frogs, then fish, then toad, then kittypet food, then crowfood, then dung, then mice." she announced loudly.
Oceanwind Glared at Chameleonpaw. Such a rude little scrap of fur!
"My fur isn't 'way to fluffy,' Its just hard to maintain. And seeing you, I would take that as a compliment!" She glared, half hiss. Oceanwind tried to be brave, but only for her brother. "You should respect those older than you, mouse-brain." She mumbled, grooming herself. She smacked the apprentice nose, claws sheath. "Maybe that will teach you not to be rude."

[Mango]

Oceanwind Glared at Chameleonpaw. Such a rude little scrap of fur!
"My fur isn't 'way to fluffy,' Its just hard to maintain. And seeing you, I would take that as a compliment!" She glared, half hiss. Oceanwind tried to be brave, but only for her brother. "You should respect those older than you, mouse-brain." She mumbled, grooming herself. She smacked the apprentice nose, claws sheath. "Maybe that will teach you not to be rude."

Chameleonpaw flinched when she was smacked and remained looking down at her paws," Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." she replied and after a minute or too bent down to finish her food and quietly mumbled around a mouth full," Though mouse tastes awful."

[judas]

Chameleonpaw flinched when she was smacked and remained looking down at her paws," Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." she replied and after a minute or too bent down to finish her food and quietly mumbled around a mouth full," Though mouse tastes awful."
Oceanwind mumbled under her breath. "Think what you like." Oceanwind groomed her fur. "Mice are the most basic foods, and if we were starving I'm sure you would eat the tiniest mouse." She licked her paw looking down as she sorted pebbles.

[graves]

{assuming this is a reply to the scene I posted above}
Gyrestar's head cocked and eyes flashed wide in shock, the newcomer's voice like lightning through the grey clouds of thought in his head. He searched momentarily for the she-cat, even though she was nearly right in front of him, and made awkward sounds and shuffled around when he found her. His head tilted down into his chest and lips pursed out of more awkwardness while he forced his pelt to lay down from where it had fuzzed.
"Well, that's kind of... self explanatory." He meowed after clearing his throat. The tall tom looked away from the mottled she-cat and at the still clearing, as if a part of his explanation was there.
Her ear twitched slightly at the comment,"Well stressing about it won't do you any good," which was true,Gyre had no cat to vent to about how he felt due to not well....having anybody. She sat down,neatly curling her tail around her paws. She might not be the most effective cat to be talking to,but she was good at listening and giving advice. "Now tell me whats really on your mind,seeing as you don't have really any other cat to talk to at the moment about this." she was rather blunt,getting to the point. She knew the leader must have been feeling stress,and she was going to get it out of him.

[Brilliance]

The silver female looked suspicious at his sudden return and, like Fairypaw, got to her paws and approached the tom, a calmer look on her features. She looked almost exactly the way she had before she had slapped him in the face the last time and-- for a moment-- looked as though she were about to do exactly that before a look of relief passed through her icy hues and she seemed to half-collapse. "Practicing doesn't take that long. Especially when there are two cats waiting on you to get back." She mewed in a calm, level tone, never wavering in either direction. She desperately wanted to know where he had actually been...but she wasn't about to ask him.

It could be personal. And she wouldn't want a cat like him prying into her personal details, would she? "I accept your apology. And...maybe I overreacted. Just some bad memories." She shrugged, before giving him the smallest of smiles. It wasn't much, but at least it was there, and showing that she actually cared...though did she? She wasn't quite sure how much she cared for the tom. She did a little, she supposed. After all, a bonding experience like slapping someone in the face was sure to make them the best of friends. And if that didn't, what else possibly would? "I'd be glad to show you. Though maybe not so soon. I'll wait until he steps out of line again-- and then I'll show you. I'll even teach you how to do it as ungracefully as me." She mewed with the smallest of smiles creeping up onto her maw. She liked hanging around these cats, though Tigerpaw bothered her somewhat-- practicing wasn't a valid excuse, in her opinion, though she hadn't wanted to call him out on it right then and there. Perhaps later they could have a conversation.

About telling the truth, not to mention stopping flirting. What was the point? If a she cat wouldn't accept you the way you were, they weren't with a minute of your time. "Good boy. But-- I wouldn't recommend complimenting me and stuff. Not a good past in that area. Triggers some...unpleasant memories, like I said before. And you're liable to get another good slap in the face. Though hopefully I can control that." She mewed with the slightest shrug, before glancing over towards Fairypaw and winking. A slight flame aroused in her ice-cold hues as she looked back at the tom, raising her head so that she looked more warrior-like and a smirk slid onto her maw as well, showing quite a bit of pride in that as she glanced at the tiger-striped cat.

Tigerpaw smirked. "Eh," he said, then added. "My training needed a lot of practice." He understood that the two she-cats held suspicion. He seen it in their eyes, but he didn't comment on this. Instead, he coolly sat down, and begin grooming his pelt. He only hoped that his scent hadn't changed drastically. Then there would be thoughts to worry about, Fairypaw and Stormpaw seemed oblivious and he was okay with that.

"Y'all was bored without me, huh?" He snickered. His confidence showing through. He didn't want to hide his swollen pride, but he knew that the she-cats--primarily Stormpaw would knock him back down.

"Maybe you overreacted?" He smirked once more, and leaned the front half of his body to stretch before coming back up slowly. "Although I think your reaction was too spiked, but I understand that some bad things happen, and that it reminded you of such, but I'm no bad cat," and with saying that he pointed over to Fairypaw. "Isn't that right, dear sister?"

Fairypaw narrowed her eyes. "You're the worst." Then she set her eyes on the silver tabby. "I'm definitely going to need to learn it. Had me worrying that you ran off or something!! That was not cool. Not cool at all, Tigerpaw. You know how worried I get when you run off-" Tigerpaw felt sad for leaving his sister and best friend worrying about him. Yet she knew that he ran away daily, but he'd always end up coming back. He never leave her.

Tigerpaw silently padded up to the small female and gave her a friendly nuzzle. "I'm sorry. Next time I won't be gone for long." Then again, he don't know if it was true. "But I am thankful that Stormpaw was here to keep you company." His eyes flickered toward the other she-cat and he flashed her a genuine smile.

"I do owe it to you, Stormpaw." He bowed in respect. "So, anything you want just ask." He gave a light hearted shrug. He wanted to start over with the silver tabby, and befriend her. He knew what he did was out of line--but wasn't that who he was anyway? Tigerpaw was respectful when he wanted to be...and other times he was headstrong, depending on the situation. If Stormpaw said that she did not do well in certain situations, who was Tigerpaw to judge her. That wouldn't mean he'd stop teasing her. Tigerpaw liked to see where he could push it limits.

With that planted in his mind, he turned back to Fairypaw and feigned an innocent smile. "We'll be back, Fairypaw."

"We'll? Where are we going?" The small she-cat questioned.

Tigerpaw shook his head. "Not as in you and me. But as in Stormpaw and I."

"Wha-"

Before Fairypaw could question him further, the tiger stripes tom cut her to the chaste. "I just want to talk to her. Nothing more, nothing less. We'll be back within minutes." His smile widened for further reassurance. "I promise. Just stay here, okay?"

"Where else would I go anyway?" Fairypaw mocked, and stole a glance at Stormpaw to make sure she wasn't uncomfortable. However she couldn't detect anything wrong with her expressions, and thought nothing of it.

Tigerpaw gave a small laugh and he trotted away with a flicker of his tail. As Stormpaw got to spend her time with Fairypaw, Tigerpaw knew it was his turn. He jumped on a medium sized rock and slightly turned his head to look at the female. "You're coming?" He asked. "I hope you're not scared." He snickered and turned back around, jumped swiftly off the rock and flicked his tail, trotting away.

"Good luck." Fairypaw whispered to Stormpaw. Though she knew that Tigerpaw wasn't capable of doing anything sinister, she still knew that the tom was unpredictable. And, no one could sense what to expect from him. Not even her.

[Mango]

Oceanwind mumbled under her breath. "Think what you like." Oceanwind groomed her fur. "Mice are the most basic foods, and if we were starving I'm sure you would eat the tiniest mouse." She licked her paw looking down as she sorted pebbles.

Chameleonpaw promptly responded," well... I guess you have a point..." she added unsure what to say, but not wanting to be rude and walk away.

[Pinepaw]

Volekit looks around the nursery, bored. "Is there any kit that wants to play mossball with me?!", he asked. Now that Lionpaw and Snailpaw were apprentices, Volekit was as bored as ever since his siblings moved to the apprentices' den.
Pinepaw: i'll play

[The Cannibal]

@Duskflight (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=49) @meraki (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=106)

A young tabby warrior sat in the clearing, hues light and shining with a sort of 'inner light' as she glanced around at the other cats. It wasn't often that Hawkfeather was really sitting still and not talking to anyone...unless she was looking for someone to talk to. The tip of her tail seemed to be on a hyperactive mode, twitching back and forth until it seemed that it was going to fall off with all the movement it was doing. Her hues sparkled and shone as she looked around more, searching for a friendly face...or at least a decent one...to talk to. The cold air seemed to cut through her thin pelt, although she didn't really notice it...that seemed to happen a lot with the young she cat, she would stop noticing things when she wanted something. And at the moment, what she really wanted was some company.

They don't have to be a friendly cat! Just a decent one. Or maybe just a cat who wants to be friends. Oh, what about a grumpy cat that I could cheer up! Ooh, maybe someone else...oh, I know! A cat with a smile, because smiles are the best! Hawkfeather thought. Her thoughts were not always as cheerful and upbeat, though it did seem like most of the time they were. Whether that was due to having no trauma in her younger life or not was uncertain...as a matter of fact, Hawkfeather remembered very little before her apprentice moons. Faces. Cats talking, laughing, walking around as though they owned...some place. Where, she wasn't quite sure. Perhaps it was the ThunderClan clearing, as she had always told herself. She didn't want to believe that she was from anywhere else, as she liked this place so much. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth as though in a hyperactive mode once more, and this time even she was surprised at how quickly it was going. Then again, maybe she shouldn't have been.

The cold air cut through her pelt once again and this time, Hawkfeather felt it. It was freezing...not to mention uncomfortable for her warmer thoughts. She wished that it would be green-leaf already....or at least new-leaf, that way the seasons would be warmer and she would be more comfortable. What's the point of leaf-bare anyways? It doesn't have any sort of special thing that it can give. It doesn't really do anything but make other cats miserable. Cats go hungry. So why is there leaf-bare? Hawkfeather thought, the tip of her tail becoming more agitated in it's movements. She was annoyed with the colder weather, but of course she was careful not to show just how annoyed. It might cast a more negative effect on her, and then she wouldn't be able to cheer some cat up when she wanted to! And she desperately, desperately wanted to right now. Not only was it something for her to do, it was something that she loved to do...it had become almost like her life's work.

She knew, of course, that she wouldn't be able to cheer others up forever. At some point she was going to have to grow up and see the world for what it really was, but for the moment being she was more then happy to be her cheerful, excited young self. Perhaps someday she would understand that everything wasn't always going to be perfect and come out like she wanted it to, but it would take a while before she got there. Even now she understood the delicate balance of good and evil, but she didn't understand why it was there. It had given her a lot to think about over the moons and now she thought she was beginning to make a change in her own thoughts, which felt nice. It was nice to feel like she was making a difference, like she was truly doing something to help.

But was she? Was she really making a difference in everyone's life, in all the Clans? She quickly pushed her thought aside and replaced it with a more positive one. Well, to the ones that I've spoken to, I've made a difference. To them I might have made all the difference. She thought with a slight shrug. She didn't really care whether everyone liked her or not, she just wanted to make sure that they understood she was there for them.
meraki

Meanwhile a burly grey tabby prowled first one way, then another on one side of the clearing, the muscles rippling heavily beneath that relatively short coat that hung on the cat's back, her eyes brilliant and glimmering with yellow anger as they always did. Beautiful anger that burned eternally there, for if it wasn't there, the cat was actively seeking to feel it again. That's one flaw of hers, she was addicted to being angry. No one thought it was possible to be addicted to such a burning emotion such as anger, but Cormorantstone, she couldn't get enough of it, it made her feel alive, it made her feel strong.
There were few cats in Thunderclan that spoke to her, or wished to speak to her mostly because she would actively try to spar or fight with them, would prod and prod until finally they had no choice but to fight with her, in which she nearly always dominated them, for she was no small she-cat, not in the slightest.

Heaving out a hard breath, she swung her head around, searching for a cat near enough to speak to, wanting to try and rile them up so that maybe she could get into another sparring match, she's already been in five already and it was hardly sunhigh. But there didn't appear to be any cat close enough.
Lashing her tail slightly, she would hunker her head down again and go back to pacing, enjoying the feeling of the anger that was still there, rippling with her muscles as she prowled one way then the other. Her muscles tense as if she were about to attack the nearest thing at any given moment.

It's frustrating that cats don't talk to me. Her mind growled out, trying to hang on to that angry feeling, but frustration was starting to take over. Now there was a stark difference between anger and frustration, anger was hot and smooth and free flowing while frustration felt jagged, uncomfortable and was just not a feeling that Cormorantstone enjoyed feeling and actively sought out.
Heaving another breath, her yellow gaze raked across the clearing again, looking for any immediate cats to speak to, yet again, there were no cats close enough, she would have to approach one if no one came up soon and she didn't particularly want to approach anyone.
Maybe you can try being nice for once?
There was that stupid voice in her mind that popped up from time to time.
Shut up. You know why. Because I can't get angry if I'm being nice, it'll just be happiness and that isn't nearly as nice as anger.


Snorting, she shook her head and forced herself to lay down, feeling that maybe if she looked more 'relaxed' that another cat would be more likely to approach. But even as she laid down, tucking her hind legs beneath her and stretching her front paws out, she looked just as tense and battle-ready as she was before, she just wasn't up pacing.
Jaws clenched, she could feel the frustration start to rip away the nice feeling of anger, causing her brows to furrow and her jaws to clench even tighter.
Oh come on!
Flattening her ears, she forced herself to close her eyes, trying to focus on the last feeling of anger that was quickly disappearing, trying to grab a hold of it, her claws sinking into the ground below her.
Just a few more seconds of anger.. Please..

[The Cannibal]

[ I am SO sorry forgetting about this! ]
Liquoris || Duskflight || vantrums || starfall

Whew. These kits were a bit...tiring. A brown tabby thought. Mossdrop breathed in and out deeply, panting hard. Kits were indeed, tiring work, but beautiful creatures to bring upon the world. Her eyes gleamed with pride, they were the future of the clans, the future Ratnight and Fennelstrike they would provide for all the clans, and she would try her hardest to get that future, even if it cost her kits, or life. Their life was precious, but they would soon not need her, so Mossdrop had to prepare for that. She looked down at the four bundles, eyes thoughtful. Names. They needed names. Mossdrop knew exactly what she would name them, exactly. Excitement quickened in her heart, and her eyes gleamed, plans swirling in her mind. Blazeshade wasn't here, since he was out on a patrol, but she knew she had to name one of the kits after the EE leaders, she had to. They were her idols, the very beings that kept her mind and goals alive, they made her determined to get the future they had wanted to preserve.
She nudged the orange black tabby, the name of the leader she so admired was fresh in her mind. Yes, his name would do. It would make him the cat she wanted him to be. "For you, my sweet, I will name you Ratkit, after my dearest idol Ratnight.." Mossdrop gave a quiet purr, licking the head of the first born, eyes gleaming with nothing else but pride. The tabby's eyes shifted toward the ginger tabby, with a thoughtful gleam in her eye. "Now for you, my little flower, you will named Daffodilkit, you seem like a flower, but like a deadly ivy, I hope." She mewed, licking his head softly, and slowly, she looked down at the brown tabby. "Bushkit, for you," Mossdrop paused, looking toward the last kit, a planned look in her face. "And, for you, you're name will be Cloverkit," Plan drifted across her mind. These kits have a destiny, to make the clan to the way it should be, I hope at least one creates the clan Ratnight and Fennelstrike had tried to make. Those pathetic Skyclan Cats ruined everything. I'll get my revenge on them someday...someday...
Liquoris vantrums starfall

Daffodilkit could hear a muffled voice somewhere near him, it sounded like it should be familiar to him, like he's heard the voice from before but his memory wasn't working properly, he wouldn't even remember any of the thoughts he was having at the moment, but that couldn't stop them from happening. Tilting his head, he seemed to try and crane his heavy little head towards the sound before feeling a comforting sensation come from something licking his head. Chirping out a small mew, he tries to follow where the feeling came from, his small fronts legs too weak to fully allow him to sit up and so he toppled back to the ground with a quiet squeak, hearing the voice continue to speak.
The ginger and white kit turned his head in the direction and squirmed until he hit another warm body, it was the body of his sibling, Bushkit. Sniffing at the shape he couldn't see, he pressed his nose into the body before slowly attempting to try and crawl over her, getting halfway before finding that it was too difficult and stopping, allowing himself to slide back down with another small chirp. That's when he felt a strange, uncomfortable sensation coming from within him, his stomach walls rubbing noisily against themselves. He was hungry. At this point he lifts his head in the air again and sniffs, finding the milk scent of his mother and immediately starting to squirm towards it with a series of pitiful squeaks and mewls.

[Phoenix Flames]

Pinepaw: i'll play
(Not to be rude but you do realize that Pinepaw is an apprentice and you are roleplaying him in the nursery, right? Apprentices aren't supposed to be in the nursery. Only queens and kits are supposed to be in the nursery. Sometimes warriors can be in the nursery if they are seeing their kits. Apprentices are supposed to be roleplayed in the apprentices' den not the nursery.)

[Gusty]

"Uh.. Sure! You can go to the warriors den if you want to!" Moonfeather couldn't figure out how the kit expected her to know where she was compared to the camp layout.
[I'm sorry I forgot about this; I'll post in the warrior's den if you don't mind?]

Falconkit padded into the warrior's den, following the older warrior Moonfeather. "You see, I haven't been in here because no other warrior invited me yet. You were the first one to do so," the Siamese kit explained sincerely. "But I'm glad you did! This place is very... different!"

Indeed, the ThunderClan warrior den was much different than the nursery. There were more nests of moss and feathers. The whole area seemed to be just larger and unfriendlier in general. She was tempted to play around in the area, but wasn't sure if it was appropriate to do so. What if some cranky warrior yelled at her, like the elders did sometimes? It wasn't as if Falconkit was scared of them, it was just that she didn't want to get onto anybody's bad side.

"I guess this is where the big cats sleep." There was a twinkle of humor in her eyes. "Big cats, big nests, big den. Wow." Her voice squeaked with innocence and curiousity.

[zinfranny]

Her ear twitched slightly at the comment,"Well stressing about it won't do you any good," which was true,Gyre had no cat to vent to about how he felt due to not well....having anybody. She sat down,neatly curling her tail around her paws. She might not be the most effective cat to be talking to,but she was good at listening and giving advice. "Now tell me whats really on your mind,seeing as you don't have really any other cat to talk to at the moment about this." she was rather blunt,getting to the point. She knew the leader must have been feeling stress,and she was going to get it out of him.

"Heheh, yeah," he chuckled in humorous, matter-of-fact way. When the she-cat sat down neatly, Gyrestar found it in him that it was appropriate for he to do the same. When the senior warrior went straight to the point and suddenly became his councilor, the tom had a look of surprise. He paused when she finished, quite bluntly she did, too, and made a sort of confused sound from inside him and looked away with pursed lips like he thought she was going to continue.
"Uh, well..." Gyrestar stammered, not sure what to say to this cat whom he didn't even know her name. "You see, StarClan knows I'm really heckin', you know, stressed but I really don't know you!" He meowed with a sidelong gaze for the she-cat, regaining himself. But after a few moments of Gyrestar's staring, his neck fur started to prickle slowly. Psh, what bad does it do?
"Y'see, long story short, here, I'm not sure I signed up for this! Like, I just kind of came, then Sweetolive died in a flood, some starry warrior from your guys' ancestors came down and told me that I was to be deputy and like, come on! Me? Like, I'm some weirdo who came from "far, far away," and you throw me to lead a Clan and now, Ashstar dies, Zerosight steps down, and I'm all alone again! aagain! I swear, I'm cursed!- newly made apprentices are more accustomed to the Clans then me!" The tall tom laughed in disbelief.

[Teza]

[ I am SO sorry forgetting about this! ]
Liquoris || Duskflight || vantrums || starfall

Whew. These kits were a bit...tiring. A brown tabby thought. Mossdrop breathed in and out deeply, panting hard. Kits were indeed, tiring work, but beautiful creatures to bring upon the world. Her eyes gleamed with pride, they were the future of the clans, the future Ratnight and Fennelstrike they would provide for all the clans, and she would try her hardest to get that future, even if it cost her kits, or life. Their life was precious, but they would soon not need her, so Mossdrop had to prepare for that. She looked down at the four bundles, eyes thoughtful. Names. They needed names. Mossdrop knew exactly what she would name them, exactly. Excitement quickened in her heart, and her eyes gleamed, plans swirling in her mind. Blazeshade wasn't here, since he was out on a patrol, but she knew she had to name one of the kits after the EE leaders, she had to. They were her idols, the very beings that kept her mind and goals alive, they made her determined to get the future they had wanted to preserve.
She nudged the orange black tabby, the name of the leader she so admired was fresh in her mind. Yes, his name would do. It would make him the cat she wanted him to be. "For you, my sweet, I will name you Ratkit, after my dearest idol Ratnight.." Mossdrop gave a quiet purr, licking the head of the first born, eyes gleaming with nothing else but pride. The tabby's eyes shifted toward the ginger tabby, with a thoughtful gleam in her eye. "Now for you, my little flower, you will named Daffodilkit, you seem like a flower, but like a deadly ivy, I hope." She mewed, licking his head softly, and slowly, she looked down at the brown tabby. "Bushkit, for you," Mossdrop paused, looking toward the last kit, a planned look in her face. "And, for you, you're name will be Cloverkit," Plan drifted across her mind. These kits have a destiny, to make the clan to the way it should be, I hope at least one creates the clan Ratnight and Fennelstrike had tried to make. Those pathetic Skyclan Cats ruined everything. I'll get my revenge on them someday...someday...

tawny~ Duskflight vantrums starfall

Only one thing told the young orange-and-black kit anything, and that was his name. Somehow it seemed to come through to him as clear as the starry night sky that he would someday look up to with disdain and wonder. As soon as the first-born felt something wet along the top of his head, he let out quite the little mew in protest. Who dares to touch his head? Already the young tom was showing signs of his future personality. He sniffed around, unable to see anything. As soon as the sweet, milky scent from his mother hit his nose, the young kit's belie began to rip him apart. He followed the scent until he found what he was looking for, a source to get the milk from. Ratkit purred softly as he ate, kneading his mother's belie as he did so, and not allowing any of his siblings to have any from his source. That source was his, and no other kit would have it. At least, not until he was finished with it.

[Moonsong12]

[I'm sorry I forgot about this; I'll post in the warrior's den if you don't mind?]

Falconkit padded into the warrior's den, following the older warrior Moonfeather. "You see, I haven't been in here because no other warrior invited me yet. You were the first one to do so," the Siamese kit explained sincerely. "But I'm glad you did! This place is very... different!"

Indeed, the ThunderClan warrior den was much different than the nursery. There were more nests of moss and feathers. The whole area seemed to be just larger and unfriendlier in general. She was tempted to play around in the area, but wasn't sure if it was appropriate to do so. What if some cranky warrior yelled at her, like the elders did sometimes? It wasn't as if Falconkit was scared of them, it was just that she didn't want to get onto anybody's bad side.

"I guess this is where the big cats sleep." There was a twinkle of humor in her eyes. "Big cats, big nests, big den. Wow." Her voice squeaked with innocence and curiousity.
@Dovekit1
"See you later!" Moonfeather called as she padded after Falconkit to the warriors den. The blind she cat accidentally stepped on Falconkit's tail.

[Deerlie]

The NEWBORN kits mew loudly.
The small kit, Flowerkit was sleeping quietly until the others woke her up. She then started to drink some milk and pawing her belly.

[Momotaro]

Wheatfur watched a small black kit in a moss nest. a patrol had found the kit in the snow weak and hurt. He sighed, why had a kit taken the risk? From what I have studied his wounds are like those of a badger, powerful and lethal. But the kit was pulling through though, he smiled as he watched him sleepily wake. The tom looked over at Remorapaw, the cat was a helper of Zerosight, before he had betrayed us. In truth Remoa was observant and helpful, having a cat who knew thing calmed him it felt nice to have a helper. He padded forward slowly, and whispered softly; "How are you little one, you have had quite few injuries, you should of stayed In the camp." Wheatfur felt his sharp violet eyes soften, the young kit was hurt, and even he couldn't get mad.
NightWarrior4Life, Ludicrous Lunacy

[NightWarrior4Life]

Wheatfur watched a small black kit in a moss nest. a patrol had found the kit in the snow weak and hurt. He sighed, why had a kit taken the risk? From what I have studied his wounds are like those of a badger, powerful and lethal. But the kit was pulling through though, he smiled as he watched him sleepily wake. The tom looked over at Remorapaw, the cat was a helper of Zerosight, before he had betrayed us. In truth Remoa was observant and helpful, having a cat who knew thing calmed him it felt nice to have a helper. He padded forward slowly, and whispered softly; "How are you little one, you have had quite few injuries, you should of stayed In the camp." Wheatfur felt his sharp violet eyes soften, the young kit was hurt, and even he couldn't get mad.
NightWarrior4Life, Ludicrous Lunacy
The golden spotted tabby kit opened his deep purple eyes. He had just woken from a short nap, having arrived in the medicine den hours before. Oh, right, I fainted...and hit my head on a tree...I remember now! Phew, so I guess I don't have memory loss. Darkkit let out a sigh of relief and purred as Wheatfur's gentle gaze met his. "Hi again Wheatfur..." He said, dreamily.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Wheatfur watched a small black kit in a moss nest. a patrol had found the kit in the snow weak and hurt. He sighed, why had a kit taken the risk? From what I have studied his wounds are like those of a badger, powerful and lethal. But the kit was pulling through though, he smiled as he watched him sleepily wake. The tom looked over at Remorapaw, the cat was a helper of Zerosight, before he had betrayed us. In truth Remoa was observant and helpful, having a cat who knew thing calmed him it felt nice to have a helper. He padded forward slowly, and whispered softly; "How are you little one, you have had quite few injuries, you should of stayed In the camp." Wheatfur felt his sharp violet eyes soften, the young kit was hurt, and even he couldn't get mad.
NightWarrior4Life, Ludicrous Lunacy
(They're still a 'kit, their ceremony has yet to take place)
The small grey cat stepped forward, looking the black kit carefully over. Quietly, so as not to alarm the smaller cat, they meowed quietly to Wheatfur, "It was a fox or a badger, right?" Their olive eyes glimmered faintly with concern as they looked over the kitten. He looked like he still might make it, but it was pretty stupid of the younger cat... truth be told, Remorakit was somewhat irrationally furious. They were apprentice age, not an apprentice yet, and they had never been in the territory, so how come some missbehaved scrap got to? Surpressing their frusteration, they angled a white ear towards Wheatfur, awaiting their response.

[Momotaro]

The golden spotted tabby kit opened his deep purple eyes. He had just woken from a short nap, having arrived in the medicine den hours before. Oh, right, I fainted...and hit my head on a tree...I remember now! Phew, so I guess I don't have memory loss. Darkkit let out a sigh of relief and purred as Wheatfur's gentle gaze met his. "Hi again Wheatfur..." He said, dreamily.

(They're still a 'kit, their ceremony has yet to take place)
The small grey cat stepped forward, looking the black kit carefully over. Quietly, so as not to alarm the smaller cat, they meowed quietly to Wheatfur, "It wa a fox or a badger, right?" Their olive eyes glimmered faintly with concern as they looked over the kitten. He looked like he still might make it, but it was pretty stupid of the younger cat... truth be told, Remorakit was somewhat irrationally furious. They were apprentice age, not an apprentice yet, and they had never been in the territory, so how come some missbehaved scrap got to? Surpressing their frusteration, they angled a white ear towards Wheatfur, awaiting their response.
(Oops..., also, REMORAS SO JELLY1)
The pointed tom breathed with relief as the young cat spoke, that ruled out a major injury to the head, but I his mind something didn't seem right. "Rest, you took quite an injury. What were you doing? Your side is badly slashed and your head has large bruises, have you been fighting badgers?" Wheatfur scolded him, but at the last part he had hid a hint of teasing, Making him depressed won't help. He perked his large brown ears towards Remora, "A fox would have not left survivors, it could be a badger, and he could of escaped through being unconscious, but there was no badger scent.... strange..." he pondered for a moment, after all understanding how the wound occurred was half way to healing it.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

(Oops..., also, REMORAS SO JELLY1)
The pointed tom breathed with relief as the young cat spoke, that ruled out a major injury to the head, but I his mind something didn't seem right. "Rest, you took quite an injury. What were you doing? Your side is badly slashed and your head has large bruises, have you been fighting badgers?" Wheatfur scolded him, but at the last part he had hid a hint of teasing, Making him depressed won't help. He perked his large brown ears towards Remora, "A fox would have not left survivors, it could be a badger, and he could of escaped through being unconscious, but there was no badger scent.... strange..." he pondered for a moment, after all understanding how the wound occurred was half way to healing it.
"No scent?" For a moment, they appeared extremely confused, and then they whacked themself in the face with their forepaw. Mouth obscured by the paw, they meowed, the sound muffled, "We live in ThunderClan. Where there are trees." Peeping out from over their paw, Remorakit looked over the kit once again. "If it was a tree, the kit'd have splinters." They turned their head back to Wheatfur, gaze scanning the cat who had replaced Zerosight over. He didn't look too bad at his job so far... Well, I bet he'll need help from Zerosight soon. Their white-tipped tail flicked slightly as they turned to observe the kitten again.

[NightWarrior4Life]

(Oops..., also, REMORAS SO JELLY1)
The pointed tom breathed with relief as the young cat spoke, that ruled out a major injury to the head, but I his mind something didn't seem right. "Rest, you took quite an injury. What were you doing? Your side is badly slashed and your head has large bruises, have you been fighting badgers?" Wheatfur scolded him, but at the last part he had hid a hint of teasing, Making him depressed won't help. He perked his large brown ears towards Remora, "A fox would have not left survivors, it could be a badger, and he could of escaped through being unconscious, but there was no badger scent.... strange..." he pondered for a moment, after all understanding how the wound occurred was half way to healing it.
Darkkit sat up, ears pricked. "Oh, right. No, it wasn't either." He looked over to Remorakit, then turned back to Wheatfur "I was out in the territory with my friends Hazelkit and Hopekit and their mother Flowerpetal...We were having a race and I skidded out of control, colliding with a tree. Then I blacked out. Cats surrounded me, murmuring and whispering. I got up, Hopekit at my side...then...then..." Darkkit hesitated. "We found Flowerpetal, just lying dead on the ground. We think she may have starved...or frozen...or had a hearts track or something that would kill her without leaving a mark...I blacked out again. Hopekit and Hazelkit buried their mother while the patrol of cats carried me back here..." He explained, reluctantly. There was something more he wanted to tell, like why he was out with the kits in the first place. Without Flowerpetal to protect me...what if mother finds out? I will be in trouble...she'll be furious and hit me again... he quickly snapped out of it though. "Ouch!" He twitched as a sharp pain pierced into his left side. "Oh yeah...I got this cut...it was pretty deep and kept opening up again every time it stopped bleeding or scabbed over. Now I'm pretty sure it's infected..." The golden kit sighed, violet eyes blinking patiently.

[seasalt]

tawny~ Duskflight vantrums starfall

Only one thing told the young orange-and-black kit anything, and that was his name. Somehow it seemed to come through to him as clear as the starry night sky that he would someday look up to with disdain and wonder. As soon as the first-born felt something wet along the top of his head, he let out quite the little mew in protest. Who dares to touch his head? Already the young tom was showing signs of his future personality. He sniffed around, unable to see anything. As soon as the sweet, milky scent from his mother hit his nose, the young kit's belie began to rip him apart. He followed the scent until he found what he was looking for, a source to get the milk from. Ratkit purred softly as he ate, kneading his mother's belie as he did so, and not allowing any of his siblings to have any from his source. That source was his, and no other kit would have it. At least, not until he was finished with it.


Duskflight
Mossdrop looked at her first born, a fond look on her face. They were already looking strong, and at such a fast pace! This was good progress already, and it pleased the tabby greatly. If the kit learned quickly, they would be a great leader in the future, of the clan she wanted for the clans, and Thunderclan. Ratkit is already looking in charge, ah this makes me happy, and quite pleased. A not so pleasant, but very pleased smile was plastered on the queen's face, as she watched her kits, slowly eyeing Daffodilkit, a frowned coming on her muzzle. With a slight huff, she sharply, but gently, lifted the small kit near her belly. Hope that helps you, small one. Her kit's looked strong already, and that was a satisfying thing.

[vantrums]

[ I am SO sorry forgetting about this! ]
Liquoris || Duskflight || vantrums || starfall

Whew. These kits were a bit...tiring. A brown tabby thought. Mossdrop breathed in and out deeply, panting hard. Kits were indeed, tiring work, but beautiful creatures to bring upon the world. Her eyes gleamed with pride, they were the future of the clans, the future Ratnight and Fennelstrike they would provide for all the clans, and she would try her hardest to get that future, even if it cost her kits, or life. Their life was precious, but they would soon not need her, so Mossdrop had to prepare for that. She looked down at the four bundles, eyes thoughtful. Names. They needed names. Mossdrop knew exactly what she would name them, exactly. Excitement quickened in her heart, and her eyes gleamed, plans swirling in her mind. Blazeshade wasn't here, since he was out on a patrol, but she knew she had to name one of the kits after the EE leaders, she had to. They were her idols, the very beings that kept her mind and goals alive, they made her determined to get the future they had wanted to preserve.
She nudged the orange black tabby, the name of the leader she so admired was fresh in her mind. Yes, his name would do. It would make him the cat she wanted him to be. "For you, my sweet, I will name you Ratkit, after my dearest idol Ratnight.." Mossdrop gave a quiet purr, licking the head of the first born, eyes gleaming with nothing else but pride. The tabby's eyes shifted toward the ginger tabby, with a thoughtful gleam in her eye. "Now for you, my little flower, you will named Daffodilkit, you seem like a flower, but like a deadly ivy, I hope." She mewed, licking his head softly, and slowly, she looked down at the brown tabby. "Bushkit, for you," Mossdrop paused, looking toward the last kit, a planned look in her face. "And, for you, you're name will be Cloverkit," Plan drifted across her mind. These kits have a destiny, to make the clan to the way it should be, I hope at least one creates the clan Ratnight and Fennelstrike had tried to make. Those pathetic Skyclan Cats ruined everything. I'll get my revenge on them someday...someday...

tawny~ Liquoris Duskflight starfall

Though blind and with muffled hearing, the tiny brown tabby already had a sense of the world around her, at least as far as her limited senses could tell her. She knew it was crowded from the way her siblings pushed and crawled around her. She also knew that it was very warm and there was an enticing scent that set her belly rumbling and beckoned her forward.

With a new purpose, she began to squirm her way towards it, kicking out against whatever happened to be closest. Only when claws pricked her pelt did she stop and give an indignant squeal. One of her siblings was trying to crawl over her! And they had stopped halfway over, pinning her on her belly. She was in the works of rolling over when the weight tumbled away and she could wiggle forward once more. Reaching her goal, she gave a triumphant mewl and latched on, nudging her siblings aside to give herself more room. No one was going to stand between her and her goal, not ever.

[goddess of ducks]

Squireltail took one last bite of her fresh kill. Blinking, she stared up at her claates, talking and bustling about. It didn't feel like that she can fit in a Thunderclan, for she was shy and skittish. She sighed. "One last day of silence will do.." she muttered
(This needed to be in the clearing, so I fixed it no biggie :) )
Nightbreeze exited the nursery, a relieved sigh passing through her. It always felt good to take a break from kits once in a while, and that break normally came in the rare occasion that they all fell asleep and that she would be able to escape without them waking up. The black she cat smiled as she looked towards a lonesome she cat. Putting on a kind smile she approached the warrior. "Hello there." She mewed kindly with a small dip of her head. Her green eyes gleamed with a maternal kindness and compassion shine rough them as she smiled to the other cat. "Mind if I sit with you? A she cat needs some rest after spending all day with four rambunctious kittens."

[(LillyLeopard) Lillysong]

(This needed to be in the clearing, so I fixed it no biggie :) )
Nightbreeze exited the nursery, a relieved sigh passing through her. It always felt good to take a break from kits once in a while, and that break normally came in the rare occasion that they all fell asleep and that she would be able to escape without them waking up. The black she cat smiled as she looked towards a lonesome she cat. Putting on a kind smile she approached the warrior. "Hello there." She mewed kindly with a small dip of her head. Her green eyes gleamed with a maternal kindness and compassion shine rough them as she smiled to the other cat. "Mind if I sit with you? A she cat needs some rest after spending all day with four rambunctious kittens."


If Squireltail had 9 lives, she would have died right there from surprise. "Oh.. Yes.. yes you may." She managed to say in a polite manner. She tried to hide her look of shock. For being as Afraid, skittish, clumsy, and shy, she couldn't possible make friends.

[goddess of ducks]

If Squireltail had 9 lives, she would have died right there from surprise. "Oh.. Yes.. yes you may." She managed to say in a polite manner. She tried to hide her look of shock. For being as Afraid, skittish, clumsy, and shy, she couldn't possible make friends.
Nightbreeze could see the fear etched on the face of the pretty she cat. "Oh Starclan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." She apologized quickly before sitting down next to her. "Ugh I just came from the nursery and dealing with the kits in there. Thanks for letting me join you.mit can get rather stressful in there." She chuckled light heartedly.

[(LillyLeopard) Lillysong]

Nightbreeze could see the fear etched on the face of the pretty she cat. "Oh Starclan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." She apologized quickly before sitting down next to her. "Ugh I just came from the nursery and dealing with the kits in there. Thanks for letting me join you.mit can get rather stressful in there." She chuckled light heartedly.



She smiled "Really, thank you for joing me, actually.." She meowed and trailed off mid-sentence. "I know that kits are hard work.. heh" She said awkwardly

[goddess of ducks]

She smiled "Really, thank you for joing me, actually.." She meowed and trailed off mid-sentence. "I know that kits are hard work.. heh" She said awkwardly
Nightbreezes kind smile still remained etched in her maw. She was liking this cat more and more as a friend. With all the time she spent in the nursery caring for kits, she never found much time to care for herself. The beautiful black she turned and looked over towards the nursery, ears perked as if listening for something. After a moment she turned back, and wore her smile again. "Oh really? Have you ever had kits of your own?" She asked curiously. "Sorry if hat was a little too perosnal, you don't have to answer that." She mewed some what bashfully

[(LillyLeopard) Lillysong]

Nightbreezes kind smile still remained etched in her maw. She was liking this cat more and more as a friend. With all the time she spent in the nursery caring for kits, she never found much time to care for herself. The beautiful black she turned and looked over towards the nursery, ears perked as if listening for something. After a moment she turned back, and wore her smile again. "Oh really? Have you ever had kits of your own?" She asked curiously. "Sorry if hat was a little too perosnal, you don't have to answer that." She mewed some what bashfully


Oh, I've helped care for my sisters litter before.. before she.." she trailed off again, but she caught herself. "I'm sorry. I'm Squireltail, by the way"

[goddess of ducks]

Oh, I've helped care for my sisters litter before.. before she.." she trailed off again, but she caught herself. "I'm sorry. I'm Squireltail, by the way"
Nightbreeze had been afraid of this. Personal issues seemed to be her specialty when it come to invading privacy. She couldn't really help it though, she wanted to know about the cats she was friends with, so she asked and never really thought about the possibilities of painful answers. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring that up. But I'm Nightbreeze. Say, my kits are in there with my sister, which means I'm free for a while, would you like to go for a walk?"

[(LillyLeopard) Lillysong]

Nightbreeze had been afraid of this. Personal issues seemed to be her specialty when it come to invading privacy. She couldn't really help it though, she wanted to know about the cats she was friends with, so she asked and never really thought about the possibilities of painful answers. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring that up. But I'm Nightbreeze. Say, my kits are in there with my sister, which means I'm free for a while, would you like to go for a walk?"


She felt bad for bringing her sister's 'incident' up. "It's ok, really," She meowed. "And a walk sounds nice" She added

[Pinepaw]

(Not to be rude but you do realize that Pinepaw is an apprentice and you are roleplaying him in the nursery, right? Apprentices aren't supposed to be in the nursery. Only queens and kits are supposed to be in the nursery. Sometimes warriors can be in the nursery if they are seeing their kits. Apprentices are supposed to be roleplayed in the apprentices' den not the nursery.)
omg what am i even anymore XD

[Pinepaw]

Hey im a new apprentice WOO

[monfang]

{ Random Melody }
Lionheart and Coonmask where pushing eachother as they walked into the clearing, talking and laughing. Palesight, Frostflight, and Eternal followed behind laughing. Lionheart and Coonmask always seemed like they were fighting about something, but it was never serious. Coonmask was a rather short, stubby Maine Coon, while her brother towered over her like a beast. Lionheart was a very large Maine Coon tom with a mane-tuff of fur that surrounded his neck. Frostflight was a mostly white Maine Coon molly with orange eyes. Eternal was Reddish-Brown and White Maine Coon tom, with green eyes, and Palesight was a soft ginger Maine Coon molly with soft blue eyes that could get her mistaken for blind, although she has exceptional sight. As the two pushed and shoved, the three behind talked about recent news and gossip, before the sight of the other family they considered their own, consisting of Honeyfur, Goldensky, Blackstorm, Roarclaw, Splashheart, Foxthorn, and Snowsong. They turned their course, and somehow Lionheart and Coonmask were already turned. "Stubby." Lionheart purred, pushing her. Coonmask growled playfully. "Fatso!" she replied, giving him a hard shove.

[Random Melody]

{ Random Melody }
Lionheart and Coonmask where pushing eachother as they walked into the clearing, talking and laughing. Palesight, Frostflight, and Eternal followed behind laughing. Lionheart and Coonmask always seemed like they were fighting about something, but it was never serious. Coonmask was a rather short, stubby Maine Coon, while her brother towered over her like a beast. Lionheart was a very large Maine Coon tom with a mane-tuff of fur that surrounded his neck. Frostflight was a mostly white Maine Coon molly with orange eyes. Eternal was Reddish-Brown and White Maine Coon tom, with green eyes, and Pale was a soft tan Maine Coon molly with soft blue eyes that could get her mistaken for blind, although she has exceptional sight. As the two pushed and shoved, the three behind talked about recent news and gossip, before the sight of the other family they considered their own, consisting of Honeyfur, Goldensky, Blackstorm, Roarclaw, Splashheart, Foxthorn, and Snowsong. They turned their course, and somehow Lionheart and Coonmask were already turned. "Stubby." Lionheart purred, pushing her. Coonmask growled playfully. "Fatso!" she replied, giving him a hard shove.

"Well you two are arguing again." Foxthorn teased, smiling.
Honeyfur tipped her head. "Its amusing really."
"Yeah, amusing," Splashheart giggled, nudging Foxthorn.

[monfang]

"Well you two are arguing again." Foxthorn teased, smiling.
Honeyfur tipped her head. "Its amusing really."
"Yeah, amusing," Splashheart giggled, nudging Foxthorn.
Palesight and Frostflight giggled. "Oh, when are they not?" Palesight giggled. Lionheart and Coonmask had faced towards the family now, smiling. "Like you are any better." Lionheart replied to Foxthorn, before shooting a "oh whatever" look at his mate. Coonmask only chuckled. "Well, glad to know we have an audience." she replied, nudging him. "Oh shaddup stubby." he said, givving her a shove with his paw. "Don't call me that fatso!" she replied, and bumped him, making him have to catch himself, but he only laughed. "So, how has your guys' day been?" Eternal asked, smiling.

[Random Melody]

Palesight and Frostflight giggled. "Oh, when are they not?" Palesight giggled. Lionheart and Coonmask had faced towards the family now, smiling. "Like you are any better." Lionheart replied to Foxthorn, before shooting a "oh whatever" look at his mate. Coonmask only chuckled. "Well, glad to know we have an audience." she replied, nudging him. "Oh shaddup stubby." he said, givving her a shove with his paw. "Don't call me that fatso!" she replied, and bumped him, making him have to catch himself, but he only laughed. "So, how has your guys' day been?" Eternal asked, smiling.

( Cosmic Cat (Star :3) )
"Boring so far," Honeyfur smirked at her mate.
"Wheres Snowsong?" Roarclaw wondered,looking around.
"Hey guys!" Snowsong bounced into camp, the Siamese looking cheerful as she glanced back to make sure that Berry was falling.

[Stario&Co.]

(Yey x3)
Berry slowly followed Snowsong, her tail in between her legs and ears back. There are too many cats She thought They probably are all thinking of which patch of my fur they should rip out first.

[Phoenix Flames]

omg what am i even anymore XD
(I don't know. XD)

[vellichor]

A pure white she-kit with blue eyes stepped into the den. She was deaf in one ear. "Hello," the she-kit spoke quietly. "I- I just wanted to learn about some herbs. Can you teach me a little?" The 5-moon-old kit blinked up at Wheatfur with hopeful eyes.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

A pure white she-kit with blue eyes stepped into the den. She was deaf in one ear. "Hello," the she-kit spoke quietly. "I- I just wanted to learn about some herbs. Can you teach me a little?" The 5-moon-old kit blinked up at Wheatfur with hopeful eyes.
(I don't believe you have permission to post here, there is a thread to request a role play in the medicine cats den)

[Momotaro]

"No scent?" For a moment, they appeared extremely confused, and then they whacked themself in the face with their forepaw. Mouth obscured by the paw, they meowed, the sound muffled, "We live in ThunderClan. Where there are trees." Peeping out from over their paw, Remorakit looked over the kit once again. "If it was a tree, the kit'd have splinters." They turned their head back to Wheatfur, gaze scanning the cat who had replaced Zerosight over. He didn't look too bad at his job so far... Well, I bet he'll need help from Zerosight soon. Their white-tipped tail flicked slightly as they turned to observe the kitten again.
Darkkit sat up, ears pricked. "Oh, right. No, it wasn't either." He looked over to Remorakit, then turned back to Wheatfur "I was out in the territory with my friends Hazelkit and Hopekit and their mother Flowerpetal...We were having a race and I skidded out of control, colliding with a tree. Then I blacked out. Cats surrounded me, murmuring and whispering. I got up, Hopekit at my side...then...then..." Darkkit hesitated. "We found Flowerpetal, just lying dead on the ground. We think she may have starved...or frozen...or had a hearts track or something that would kill her without leaving a mark...I blacked out again. Hopekit and Hazelkit buried their mother while the patrol of cats carried me back here..." He explained, reluctantly. There was something more he wanted to tell, like why he was out with the kits in the first place. Without Flowerpetal to protect me...what if mother finds out? I will be in trouble...she'll be furious and hit me again... he quickly snapped out of it though. "Ouch!" He twitched as a sharp pain pierced into his left side. "Oh yeah...I got this cut...it was pretty deep and kept opening up again every time it stopped bleeding or scabbed over. Now I'm pretty sure it's infected..." The golden kit sighed, violet eyes blinking patiently.

(Darkkit looks really similar to wheatfur...)

The dull gold tom sighed as the kit explained, but was horrified at the mention of a cat dying. "She's.... Dead? But, she was a lovely cat, kind, but passionate....." He narrowed his violet eyes. Ill make sure that the kit she was caring for stay safe. Wheatfur rummaged in his stores, mumbling, "Ok, Celandine for pain... Burdock root for infection... Cobweb's for sealing... And Feverfew for his head!" The tom smiled at Remora, "Anything else to add?" the tom looked back at Darkkit, "You were pretty silly to run into that tree, but don't worry, ill fix you up with some help from Remora." If Remora decides to help, shes been very watching over me, I'm probably not living up to Zerosight...

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

(Darkkit looks really similar to wheatfur...)

The dull gold tom sighed as the kit explained, but was horrified at the mention of a cat dying. "She's.... Dead? But, she was a lovely cat, kind, but passionate....." He narrowed his violet eyes. Ill make sure that the kit she was caring for stay safe. Wheatfur rummaged in his stores, mumbling, "Ok, Celandine for pain... Burdock root for infection... Cobweb's for sealing... And Feverfew for his head!" The tom smiled at Remora, "Anything else to add?" the tom looked back at Darkkit, "You were pretty silly to run into that tree, but don't worry, ill fix you up with some help from Remora." If Remora decides to help, shes been very watching over me, I'm probably not living up to Zerosight...
Remorakit looked carefully at the kit. "Marigold?" they put in. "For any other scratches? I can fetch it, if you like," they added, olive gaze still fixed on the kitten. Poor little scrap. I wonder why the queen died... And took that many kits into the territory... Their tail continued flicking as they thought if there was anything else. "And water... The kit's got to be thirsty by now." Finally tearing their eyes from the kit, they looked up at Wheat. "I think that's it."
(Sry, mobile)

[lone]

Tigerpaw smirked. "Eh," he said, then added. "My training needed a lot of practice." He understood that the two she-cats held suspicion. He seen it in their eyes, but he didn't comment on this. Instead, he coolly sat down, and begin grooming his pelt. He only hoped that his scent hadn't changed drastically. Then there would be thoughts to worry about, Fairypaw and Stormpaw seemed oblivious and he was okay with that.

"Y'all was bored without me, huh?" He snickered. His confidence showing through. He didn't want to hide his swollen pride, but he knew that the she-cats--primarily Stormpaw would knock him back down.

"Maybe you overreacted?" He smirked once more, and leaned the front half of his body to stretch before coming back up slowly. "Although I think your reaction was too spiked, but I understand that some bad things happen, and that it reminded you of such, but I'm no bad cat," and with saying that he pointed over to Fairypaw. "Isn't that right, dear sister?"

Fairypaw narrowed her eyes. "You're the worst." Then she set her eyes on the silver tabby. "I'm definitely going to need to learn it. Had me worrying that you ran off or something!! That was not cool. Not cool at all, Tigerpaw. You know how worried I get when you run off-" Tigerpaw felt sad for leaving his sister and best friend worrying about him. Yet she knew that he ran away daily, but he'd always end up coming back. He never leave her.

Tigerpaw silently padded up to the small female and gave her a friendly nuzzle. "I'm sorry. Next time I won't be gone for long." Then again, he don't know if it was true. "But I am thankful that Stormpaw was here to keep you company." His eyes flickered toward the other she-cat and he flashed her a genuine smile.

"I do owe it to you, Stormpaw." He bowed in respect. "So, anything you want just ask." He gave a light hearted shrug. He wanted to start over with the silver tabby, and befriend her. He knew what he did was out of line--but wasn't that who he was anyway? Tigerpaw was respectful when he wanted to be...and other times he was headstrong, depending on the situation. If Stormpaw said that she did not do well in certain situations, who was Tigerpaw to judge her. That wouldn't mean he'd stop teasing her. Tigerpaw liked to see where he could push it limits.

With that planted in his mind, he turned back to Fairypaw and feigned an innocent smile. "We'll be back, Fairypaw."

"We'll? Where are we going?" The small she-cat questioned.

Tigerpaw shook his head. "Not as in you and me. But as in Stormpaw and I."

"Wha-"

Before Fairypaw could question him further, the tiger stripes tom cut her to the chaste. "I just want to talk to her. Nothing more, nothing less. We'll be back within minutes." His smile widened for further reassurance. "I promise. Just stay here, okay?"

"Where else would I go anyway?" Fairypaw mocked, and stole a glance at Stormpaw to make sure she wasn't uncomfortable. However she couldn't detect anything wrong with her expressions, and thought nothing of it.

Tigerpaw gave a small laugh and he trotted away with a flicker of his tail. As Stormpaw got to spend her time with Fairypaw, Tigerpaw knew it was his turn. He jumped on a medium sized rock and slightly turned his head to look at the female. "You're coming?" He asked. "I hope you're not scared." He snickered and turned back around, jumped swiftly off the rock and flicked his tail, trotting away.

"Good luck." Fairypaw whispered to Stormpaw. Though she knew that Tigerpaw wasn't capable of doing anything sinister, she still knew that the tom was unpredictable. And, no one could sense what to expect from him. Not even her.

"Oh, I'll bet. Lots of practice so that you don't get slapped by a certain she cat next time?" The silvery female asked in a teasing tone, a smirk coming onto her features as she did so. Stormpaw was certainly warming up. It was almost like another cat-- as though the first one had all been an act, which was something she had been accused of before. But it's not. I really am like that. she thought, wondering what the two felines in front of her must think.
　
The silver feline snorted-- and glanced over at Fairypaw almost nervously, wondering what the multicolored cat was thinking. She probably wasn't too happy with the tom-- Stormpaw was tempted to give him another good smack, but then thought better of it. "Yeah, okay." The feline shrugged, not really caring what he was saying.
　
Her hues narrowed until they were almost slitted at his words, but slowly returned to their original state as she calmed, and things got better-- well, sort of. "Hm. We'll see about that." She muttered in a lower voice, and then watched as Fairypaw practically exploded. A laugh escaped her maw, and the tip of her tail twitched. It wasn't funny...not really, but she hadn't been expecting it and it was more of a nervous laugh then anything else. The tip of her tail began to switch back and forth very quickly, and she listened to what the multicolored female was saying. "It's not hard. Some experience helps, but since you're an apprentice you'll have plenty of time for experience." Stormpaw half-shrugged and glanced over at Tigerpaw, giving him the slightest dip of her head in semi-respect.
　
For a moment, she wasn't quite sure if he was flirting with her again or not-- but his words and smile both seemed genuine, and she figured there was no harm in it. Besides, surely he wouldn't give that a try again. Right? "Alright. I guess I can take that." She shrugged, though there was a smile playing at the corners of her maw. It looked almost like she was fighting against herself, equally trying to smile and trying not to smile, and it looked somewhat strange. Stormpaw's silver tail continued to twitch back and forth, and the smallest of smiles finally came onto her maw. It looked almost like a flower opening up in bloom, but it disappeared just as quickly. She wasn't quite sure about this tom yet, and for her, smiling could be a vulnerability. Though she didn't want it to be.
　
The tip of Stormpaw's tail twitched, and her hues widened in surprise as he mentioned going with her. Me? Why me? What's he going to do? Her familiar nervous thoughts were coming back, and she absentmindedly unsheathed her claws. It was a method of defense, for her...though she knew unless he were to attack her, claws out, and try to hurt her purposely, she would never use them against a clanmate. And she had had to, in the battle against Ratnight. She hadn't liked it-- it had given her the feeling that she was no better then them, but it had been a fight for survival. A fight against the evil of the Clan.
　
"No, I'm not scared. Try anything on me, and you're liable to get another slap in the face-- or worse." Stormpaw shrugged, then glanced around at Fairypaw. She felt bad, leaving the smaller female behind, but she equally was curious about what Tigerpaw wanted. And she didn't want to invite Fairypaw along, when he hadn't seemed to want her along. Though she thought that was rather rude, she decided not to speak against it....she didn't want to offend her new friend. One of them, anyway. The other one-- well, she would be fine, right? Yeah. Fine. "Don't need it. If you have skill, luck's not too important." She whispered back, before following in the direction that Tigerpaw had gone.

[NightWarrior4Life]

The Eye Of The Storm Ludicrous Lunacy
"Of course. FlowerPetal took us out so I could...get away from things..." The golden spotted Tom kit sighed.

[monfang]

( Cosmic Cat (Star :3) )
"Boring so far," Honeyfur smirked at her mate.
"Wheres Snowsong?" Roarclaw wondered,looking around.
"Hey guys!" Snowsong bounced into camp, the Siamese looking cheerful as she glanced back to make sure that Berry was falling.
(Yey x3)
Berry slowly followed Snowsong, her tail in between her legs and ears back. There are too many cats She thought They probably are all thinking of which patch of my fur they should rip out first.

Lionheart pawed at Honeyfur as she spoke, his eyes alight with play like always. Coonmask was ready to tackle him before Snowsong padded in with a new cat. "Hey Snowsong." the family said in unison. This family was odd. When others would hiss or question new comers, they welcomed like they were new family. Coonmask especially. As they saw the newcomer they all smiled. "Well hello there." Lionheart meowed. Palesight and Frostflight waved there tails in hello, and Eternal smiled and dipped his head. "Heh, hi." he said. Coonmask padded up to Berry, her eyes alight. "Hello. I'm Coonmask! Welcome to ThunderClan. Now are you staying or visiting?" she asked, her last question a bit of a playful one, as she hoped to get a smile on her.

[Random Melody]

Lionheart pawed at Honeyfur as she spoke, his eyes alight with play like always. Coonmask was ready to tackle him before Snowsong padded in with a new cat. "Hey Snowsong." the family said in unison. This family was odd. When others would hiss or question new comers, they welcomed like they were new family. Coonmask especially. As they saw the newcomer they all smiled. "Well hello there." Lionheart meowed. Palesight and Frostflight waved there tails in hello, and Eternal smiled and dipped his head. "Heh, hi." he said. Coonmask padded up to Berry, her eyes alight. "Hello. I'm Coonmask! Welcome to ThunderClan. Now are you staying or visiting?" she asked, her last question a bit of a playful one, as she hoped to get a smile on her.

Snowsong giggled, pleased with her families greetings. "This is Berry," She sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws happily.
"Nice to meet you!" Honeyfur purred. "Im Honeyfur!"
"Im Splashheart." Splashheart giggled.
"Foxthorn," Foxthorn dipped his head.
"Roarclaw." Roarclaw greeted, smiling warmly.

[monfang]

Snowsong giggled, pleased with her families greetings. "This is Berry," She sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws happily.
"Nice to meet you!" Honeyfur purred. "Im Honeyfur!"
"Im Splashheart." Splashheart giggled.
"Foxthorn," Foxthorn dipped his head.
"Roarclaw." Roarclaw greeted, smiling warmly.
"Lionheart." the large tom said.
"Coonmask." she purred.
"Palesight." the molly mewed.
"Frostflight." she said, right after her sister.
"And I'm Eternal." the tom meowed.

[Stario&Co.]

"Hello...." Berry mewed shyly, looking up at everyone. She wasn't exactly short, but she wasn't tall either, and taller cats intimidated her

[Random Melody]

"Lionheart." the large tom said.
"Coonmask." she purred.
"Palesight." the molly mewed.
"Frostflight." she said, right after her sister.
"And I'm Eternal." the tom meowed.
"Hello...." Berry mewed shyly, looking up at everyone. She wasn't exactly short, but she wasn't tall either, and taller cats intimidated her


"Are you staying?" Honeyfur asked with a smile.
"She asked me to show her how to be a Clan cat." Snowsong giggled.
"Oh!" Foxthorn grinned.
"We can help too!" Splashheart said with a smile.

[monfang]

"Are you staying?" Honeyfur asked with a smile.
"She asked me to show her how to be a Clan cat." Snowsong giggled.
"Oh!" Foxthorn grinned.
"We can help too!" Splashheart said with a smile.
"Well I would hope so, we are clan cats right?" Lionheart joked. Coonmask then smiled playfully and she tackled him down. "Shut up fatso!" she meowed as they played and tussled. Palesight and Frostflight giggled. "Ignore them. They've done it since they were kits, and I bet they will when they are elders." Palesight explained. "We'll help you get along if you plan to one day become a warrior. Heck one of us might take you up as an apprentice." Frostflight said, looking at everyone.

[Stario&Co.]

"I'm not sure..." Berry pawed at the dirt "I'm not good at fighting and stuff."

[Random Melody]

"Well I would hope so, we are clan cats right?" Lionheart joked. Coonmask then smiled playfully and she tackled him down. "Shut up fatso!" she meowed as they played and tussled. Palesight and Frostflight giggled. "Ignore them. They've done it since they were kits, and I bet they will when they are elders." Palesight explained. "We'll help you get along if you plan to one day become a warrior. Heck one of us might take you up as an apprentice." Frostflight said, looking at everyone.
"I'm not sure..." Berry pawed at the dirt "I'm not good at fighting and stuff."


Snowsong giggled. "We'll help you!"
"Yeah! Im good at fighting!" Foxthorn boasted, puffing out his chest. "Better than Splashy is!"
"No you're not." Splashheart rolled her eyes.
"Yes, I am."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"No you're not!"
"Yes I am!"
"No you're not!"
"YES I AM!"
"NO YOU'RE NOT!!"
The two lunged at eachother and began to tussle, rolling around as they laughed.
Honeyfur rolled her eyes. "Fur-brains.."

[monfang]

Snowsong giggled. "We'll help you!"
"Yeah! Im good at fighting!" Foxthorn boasted, puffing out his chest. "Better than Splashy is!"
"No you're not." Splashheart rolled her eyes.
"Yes, I am."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"No you're not!"
"Yes I am!"
"No you're not!"
"YES I AM!"
"NO YOU'RE NOT!!"
The two lunged at eachother and began to tussle, rolling around as they laughed.
Honeyfur rolled her eyes. "Fur-brains.."
"Somedays I wonder if Lionheart, Coonmask, Foxthorn, and Splashheart are some how the same." Palesight meowed watching the four.
"Stubby!"
"Fatso!"
"Skunk Breath!"
"Fish Fur!"
"Plant Eater!"
"Flower Sniffer!"
They both stopped, staring at each other as Lionheart had her pinned, and after a few moments they bursted into laughter. Eternal, Palesight and Frostflight laughed as well, watching their siblings.

[Stario&Co.]

Berry couldn't help it as a small mrrrow of laughter slipped from her lips.

[Random Melody]

"Somedays I wonder if Lionheart, Coonmask, Foxthorn, and Splashheart are some how the same." Palesight meowed watching the four.
"Stubby!"
"Fatso!"
"Skunk Breath!"
"Fish Fur!"
"Plant Eater!"
"Flower Sniffer!"
They both stopped, staring at each other as Lionheart had her pinned, and after a few moments they bursted into laughter. Eternal, Palesight and Frostflight laughed as well, watching their siblings.
Berry couldn't help it as a small mrrrow of laughter slipped from her lips.


"Jerk!"
"Brat!"
"Shorty!"
"Idiot!"
"Tubby!"
"How dare you!" Splashheart pinned her brother. "Pinned ya!"
"Lemme up!" Foxthorn pushed her off and sat up, then lunged at her with a grin, sending them tumbling.
"Ha!" Splashheart crowed as she pinned him again. "Pinned ya 'gain!"
Snowsong sighed, rolling her eyes playfully at her siblings before smiling at Berry. "My siblings are silly."

[Brilliance]

"Oh, I'll bet. Lots of practice so that you don't get slapped by a certain she cat next time?" The silvery female asked in a teasing tone, a smirk coming onto her features as she did so. Stormpaw was certainly warming up. It was almost like another cat-- as though the first one had all been an act, which was something she had been accused of before. But it's not. I really am like that. she thought, wondering what the two felines in front of her must think.
　
The silver feline snorted-- and glanced over at Fairypaw almost nervously, wondering what the multicolored cat was thinking. She probably wasn't too happy with the tom-- Stormpaw was tempted to give him another good smack, but then thought better of it. "Yeah, okay." The feline shrugged, not really caring what he was saying.
　
Her hues narrowed until they were almost slitted at his words, but slowly returned to their original state as she calmed, and things got better-- well, sort of. "Hm. We'll see about that." She muttered in a lower voice, and then watched as Fairypaw practically exploded. A laugh escaped her maw, and the tip of her tail twitched. It wasn't funny...not really, but she hadn't been expecting it and it was more of a nervous laugh then anything else. The tip of her tail began to switch back and forth very quickly, and she listened to what the multicolored female was saying. "It's not hard. Some experience helps, but since you're an apprentice you'll have plenty of time for experience." Stormpaw half-shrugged and glanced over at Tigerpaw, giving him the slightest dip of her head in semi-respect.
　
For a moment, she wasn't quite sure if he was flirting with her again or not-- but his words and smile both seemed genuine, and she figured there was no harm in it. Besides, surely he wouldn't give that a try again. Right? "Alright. I guess I can take that." She shrugged, though there was a smile playing at the corners of her maw. It looked almost like she was fighting against herself, equally trying to smile and trying not to smile, and it looked somewhat strange. Stormpaw's silver tail continued to twitch back and forth, and the smallest of smiles finally came onto her maw. It looked almost like a flower opening up in bloom, but it disappeared just as quickly. She wasn't quite sure about this tom yet, and for her, smiling could be a vulnerability. Though she didn't want it to be.
　
The tip of Stormpaw's tail twitched, and her hues widened in surprise as he mentioned going with her. Me? Why me? What's he going to do? Her familiar nervous thoughts were coming back, and she absentmindedly unsheathed her claws. It was a method of defense, for her...though she knew unless he were to attack her, claws out, and try to hurt her purposely, she would never use them against a clanmate. And she had had to, in the battle against Ratnight. She hadn't liked it-- it had given her the feeling that she was no better then them, but it had been a fight for survival. A fight against the evil of the Clan.
　
"No, I'm not scared. Try anything on me, and you're liable to get another slap in the face-- or worse." Stormpaw shrugged, then glanced around at Fairypaw. She felt bad, leaving the smaller female behind, but she equally was curious about what Tigerpaw wanted. And she didn't want to invite Fairypaw along, when he hadn't seemed to want her along. Though she thought that was rather rude, she decided not to speak against it....she didn't want to offend her new friend. One of them, anyway. The other one-- well, she would be fine, right? Yeah. Fine. "Don't need it. If you have skill, luck's not too important." She whispered back, before following in the direction that Tigerpaw had gone.

‘’We’re not going far,’’ Tigerpaw says as he hopped swiftly over another rock. He took a look back just to make sure the silver tabby was following him. He wanted to have fun with her, but she seemed guarded. Even though he felt deceived that she wasn’t the actual shy she-cat that bumped into him way earlier. He found it funny how things could change that quickly.

‘’And, I give you permission to slap me, If I get out of line.’’ He flicked his tail, thinking devilishly. Tigerpaw understood what Stormpaw was saying, but he didn’t pay any heed to it. His confidence was constantly being repaired, as if his ego never took a hit in the first place. He felt like a strong wall, holding back water as if it were a dam. No one could make him feel less than he already was. He was on top of the world.

As he continued walk, he slowed his pace to match Stormpaw, and he gingerly walked on the side of her, watching as her paws made movement. He found the silver tabby extremely intriguing, and he noted that pretty color of her eyes. ‘’But the next time you slap me, try to put more umph into it, you know? You hit like a mouse.’’ He playfully, but he honestly feared that she would slap him again, so he quickly added. ‘’I’m kidding, I’m kidding. You honestly hit like a thousand cats at once. I think I have a bump up there now,’’ He nodded upwards, and his eyes glanced to the sky. It was pretty hue of blue. Kinda like Stormpaw’s eyes. When he looked back into them, he found himself smiling. The color of her eyes were the sweetest things he noted about her.

‘’Have anybody told you that you had...really pretty eyes?’’ He mumbled, with a tilt of his head. ‘’Besides, don’t get mad! It’s not flirting. It’s a compliment. Take it or leave it.’’ He shrugged and brushed past her, so that he was in front of the two. He didn’t want to embarrass himself further. He knew she could strike him any moment, and he didn’t feel like gaining any bruises. But he did want some alone time with her, and he was hoping that he would be able to get to know her more--just like Fairypaw did. He wanted to call her a friend, but he didn’t know where he stood. Clearly, she seemed annoyed at his antics, and it made him sad. He masked it well. He never wanted to show weakness.

Yet, the only true reason he showed a competitive nature was because of Fairypaw. She was younger than him, she looked up to him, and he had to prove to be brave enough for her. Even through desperate measures. He had to teach her to be brave as well. Never show weakness, so that she could remember that as she grew older. Yet, Stormpaw seemed like the good candidate to show the small she-cat more of a brave impression. It already seem as if Fairypaw found a new idol anyway, and brushed Tigerpaw aside as if he never existed.

‘’I just wanted to go on this walk, so that we can start fresh.’’ He told his female companion. ‘’At least can we try to become friends again? I’m sorry for acting like a jerk.’’ It was as if he was pleading to get this female to be his friend. He begged her with his eyes. He also believed that it wouldn’t hurt to learn a few battle moves from her.

Fairypaw, who was left behind, sat under a shaded tree. She was content, but she was worried about what would Tigerpaw do. She knew that Stormpaw was able to take care of herself, being older than the both of them. Fairypaw was still anxious though. Most likely because she hate being alone and she felt vulnerable exposed without a friend. Without Tigerpaw, who nudged her to make new friends of her own. Which she never could. Her shy state made her tense, and she knew it would be hard for her to even say a few words. She just wasn’t as brave when she was with Tigerpaw. He was the product that helped her talk. That helped her become more open-minded, and not afraid to speak her mind.

Now, she waited for them, and she laid down with her tail curled around her, looking at the other cats of the clan and their animated interactions.

[Gusty]

@Dovekit1
"See you later!" Moonfeather called as she padded after Falconkit to the warriors den. The blind she cat accidentally stepped on Falconkit's tail.
"Wait! Why are you leaving?" The young she-kit inquired naively. "Don't you want to stay with me longer? I don't want to be alone in this huge new place!" Her paws flicked to the green balls of moss. Falconkit had no intention of being rude or disturbing Moonfeather. She just simply didn't realize that older felines had responsibilities and things to do around the clan.

"Ouch!" The Siamese squeaked when she felt a mound of pressure on the end of her tail. Oh StarClan! It isn't broken, right? Falconkit thought.

Did I annoy her? Is that why she stepped on me? the young kit wondered solemnly. I honestly didn't mean to!

[Stario&Co.]

Berry didn't say anything in reply, but she felt less tense. Seeing siblings get along like that brought a nice warmth, sort of comforting.

[Momotaro]

Remorakit looked carefully at the kit. "Marigold?" they put in. "For any other scratches? I can fetch it, if you like," they added, olive gaze still fixed on the kitten. Poor little scrap. I wonder why the queen died... And took that many kits into the territory... Their tail continued flicking as they thought if there was anything else. "And water... The kit's got to be thirsty by now." Finally tearing their eyes from the kit, they looked up at Wheat. "I think that's it."
(Sry, mobile)
The Eye Of The Storm Ludicrous Lunacy
"Of course. FlowerPetal took us out so I could...get away from things..." The golden spotted Tom kit sighed.
Wheatfur nodded to Remora, "That would be good, could you fetch them for me?" He turned back to Darkkit. "Flowerpetal was good cat.... she was kind... But we must go on." He looked over at his herbs, pressing some on the wound, and giving some to him to eat. He looked away, Flowerpetal was a young joyful cat, when her mentor wasn't able to train her, he would always help. "Would you like something to drink?"

[Random Melody]

Berry didn't say anything in reply, but she felt less tense. Seeing siblings get along like that brought a nice warmth, sort of comforting.


Splashheart giggled as she let Foxthorn up. "So whos the better fighter?"
Foxthorn stuck his tongue out at her. "You."
"Yay," Splashheart giggled.
Roarclaw rolled his eyes at them. "You two are kits."
"What does that make you then?" Splashheart and Foxthorn shot back playfully.
"I walked into that one," Roarclaw rolled his eyes.
Snowsong giggled.

[The Cannibal]

tawny~ Duskflight vantrums starfall

Only one thing told the young orange-and-black kit anything, and that was his name. Somehow it seemed to come through to him as clear as the starry night sky that he would someday look up to with disdain and wonder. As soon as the first-born felt something wet along the top of his head, he let out quite the little mew in protest. Who dares to touch his head? Already the young tom was showing signs of his future personality. He sniffed around, unable to see anything. As soon as the sweet, milky scent from his mother hit his nose, the young kit's belie began to rip him apart. He followed the scent until he found what he was looking for, a source to get the milk from. Ratkit purred softly as he ate, kneading his mother's belie as he did so, and not allowing any of his siblings to have any from his source. That source was his, and no other kit would have it. At least, not until he was finished with it.
Duskflight
Mossdrop looked at her first born, a fond look on her face. They were already looking strong, and at such a fast pace! This was good progress already, and it pleased the tabby greatly. If the kit learned quickly, they would be a great leader in the future, of the clan she wanted for the clans, and Thunderclan. Ratkit is already looking in charge, ah this makes me happy, and quite pleased. A not so pleasant, but very pleased smile was plastered on the queen's face, as she watched her kits, slowly eyeing Daffodilkit, a frowned coming on her muzzle. With a slight huff, she sharply, but gently, lifted the small kit near her belly. Hope that helps you, small one. Her kit's looked strong already, and that was a satisfying thing.
tawny~ Liquoris Duskflight starfall

Though blind and with muffled hearing, the tiny brown tabby already had a sense of the world around her, at least as far as her limited senses could tell her. She knew it was crowded from the way her siblings pushed and crawled around her. She also knew that it was very warm and there was an enticing scent that set her belly rumbling and beckoned her forward.

With a new purpose, she began to squirm her way towards it, kicking out against whatever happened to be closest. Only when claws pricked her pelt did she stop and give an indignant squeal. One of her siblings was trying to crawl over her! And they had stopped halfway over, pinning her on her belly. She was in the works of rolling over when the weight tumbled away and she could wiggle forward once more. Reaching her goal, she gave a triumphant mewl and latched on, nudging her siblings aside to give herself more room. No one was going to stand between her and her goal, not ever.
With the help of his mother, Daffodilkit was able to find a teat to begin his feeding, which he did so eagerly, white paws kneading fervently at Mossdrop's stomach, feeling his siblings beside him also hungrily suckling and feeling that sense of comfort wash through him again. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew it was nice, he liked this feeling, this feeling of comfort and warmth and being fed. He liked being around these other warm bodies, he didn't want to beat them to this food source, he wanted to share it with them, he wanted them to be cared for just like he was being cared for. While his siblings intentions may have been selfish, dominant and egocentric, his intentions were not, he, while hardly understanding the concept of anything, still had a general liking for these other bodies, not because they gave him warmth but.. Well. He couldn't explain it. Another fleeting thought that would never be remembered in his life, but he truly did care for these other warm bodies around him, though he couldn't see them or really hear them, he cared for them.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Wheatfur nodded to Remora, "That would be good, could you fetch them for me?" He turned back to Darkkit. "Flowerpetal was good cat.... she was kind... But we must go on." He looked over at his herbs, pressing some on the wound, and giving some to him to eat. He looked away, Flowerpetal was a young joyful cat, when her mentor wasn't able to train her, he would always help. "Would you like something to drink?"
The kit nodded briskly, trotting back to the store. Scanning their gaze over the stocks, they muttered the needed herbs's names under their breath. "Burdock... marigold... conwebs..." Turning, Remorakit called over their shoulder, "Do we need poppy?" Their white-tipped tail began flicking again in concentration, accidentally knocking something to the ground. "Oops... I found the marigold!" They backed away from the plants. This time addressing the kit, they asked, "Does it hurt?" NightWarrior4Life

[Stario&Co.]

Berry couldn't help but giggle, her whiskers twitching in amusement.

[Random Melody]

Berry couldn't help but giggle, her whiskers twitching in amusement.


"Yeah its soo funny," Roarclaw teased, smirking at Berry.
Splashheart rolled onto her back. "I love today!"
"Today would be a good day to prank people!" Foxthorn smirked mischievously.
"No," Honeyfur and Snowsong groaned.

[Stario&Co.]

Berry's eyes widened at the smirk, and her ears went back shyly again

[Random Melody]

Berry's eyes widened at the smirk, and her ears went back shyly again


Roarclaw chuckled as he laid down.
"So Berry," Snowsong smiled, turning to the she-cat. "Where are you from?"

[monfang]

{ Cosmic Cat (Star :3) Random Melody }
Lionheart and Coonmask purred mischievously with them. "Indeed it would. Maybe we can prank Gyrestar today." Lionheart purred mischievously, looking at Coonmask. "Ohh, yes! And when we do that we can prank his newly appointed Deputy! He's going to announce it tonight!" she meowed. "Enough time to plan, right guys?" Lion asked, looking at Foxthorn and Splashheart. He then turned to Berry. "Wanna join?"

[Stario&Co.]

"I-I don't liking pranking cats," Berry mewed "I think it's m-mean. As for the other question, I was born with housefolk, but they threw me out one day as a kit. I've been living on scraps ever since, because I don't know how to hunt."

[monfang]

"I-I don't liking pranking cats," Berry mewed "I think it's m-mean. As for the other question, I was born with housefolk, but they threw me out one day as a kit. I've been living on scraps ever since, because I don't know how to hunt."

Palesight gasped slightly. "You poor thing! Wait right here..." she meowed and gestured her sister to stand by her side. Frostflight nodded and stepped up as Palesight ran off. "Well, us warriors reject the soft life of a Kittypet." Lionheart meowed. "It softens you, keeping you from the true joys of life, feeding you false hope."
"Not to mention false food." Coonmask added, and her and Lionheart nodded at each other. Just then Palesight had returned and in her maw two voles. "Here, eat these." she meowed, and placed the food infront of her, and smiled.

[Random Melody]

{ Cosmic Cat (Star :3) Random Melody }
Lionheart and Coonmask purred mischievously with them. "Indeed it would. Maybe we can prank Gyrestar today." Lionheart purred mischievously, looking at Coonmask. "Ohh, yes! And when we do that we can prank his newly appointed Deputy! He's going to announce it tonight!" she meowed. "Enough time to plan, right guys?" Lion asked, looking at Foxthorn and Splashheart. He then turned to Berry. "Wanna join?"
"I-I don't liking pranking cats," Berry mewed "I think it's m-mean. As for the other question, I was born with housefolk, but they threw me out one day as a kit. I've been living on scraps ever since, because I don't know how to hunt."


Palesight gasped slightly. "You poor thing! Wait right here..." she meowed and gestured her sister to stand by her side. Frostflight nodded and stepped up as Palesight ran off. "Well, us warriors reject the soft life of a Kittypet." Lionheart meowed. "It softens you, keeping you from the true joys of life, feeding you false hope."
"Not to mention false food." Coonmask added, and her and Lionheart nodded at each other. Just then Palesight had returned and in her maw two voles. "Here, eat these." she meowed, and placed the food infront of her, and smiled.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not Gyrestar, not the new deputy, no way." Snowsong said immediately, her ears flattening. "Gyre's already got enough on him with choosing the new deputy, and the deputy will have enough on them with their new duties. Pick someone else to prank."
Splashheart groaned. "...Cmon sis!"
"Please?" Foxthorn pouted.
Snowsong gave them a hard glare.

[Stario&Co.]

Berry looked curiously at the voles, tilting her head

[Random Melody]

Berry looked curiously at the voles, tilting her head


Snowsong turned her attention to Berry, and smiled. "They're really tasty." She mewed, curling her tail over her paws.

[monfang]

Snowsong turned her attention to Berry, and smiled. "They're really tasty." She mewed, curling her tail over her paws.
Palesight nodded. "Yeah, try one! You like it." she said, giving a kind smile.

[vellichor]

(I don't believe you have permission to post here, there is a thread to request a role play in the medicine cats den)

(Oh. Oops. Sorry. :()

[lone]

{Open post}

A small, calico kit was darting around. As she always did-- without thinking. It was normal to see this particular kit running around, particuarly because she was...well...energetic, to say the least. Brightkit always found the good in anything, and had a particuarly bright spirit-- though that was not the reason she had recieved her name. No, it was for the bright colors on her pelt. Brightkit was pretty for a younger kit, though she never noticed this-- maybe because she was too busy running around. And she was getting bigger, too...it wouldn't be long before she was an apprentice. That would make her very excited. The feline's tail twitched back and forth, like a miniature switch, and her eyes practically lit up as she bounced around. Well, at least one of them did-- the other maintained it's lifeless state, looking ahead as always. But Brightkit knew what was wrong with it now. Why her vision was shadowy. Why she was sometimes looked upon as strange. Because of her eye. That one eye that no one could look past, and she would never understand why they couldn't look past it.

[lone]

{Open post}

The apprentices' den was rarely crowded. Thankfully, as Amberpaw didn't love company. Company, to be honest, was one of her least favorite things. Thank goodness. Who needs other cats, talking nonsense and acting like they own the world? she thought with a snort. It was normal for Amberpaw to think that way. Normal in the sense that she always did it. There was never a time when Amberpaw wasn't thinking-- observing-- whether conciously or unconciously. And there was never a time when Amberpaw would be able to be what would be called a 'normal' cat. She was a younger apprentice, definitely on the smaller side for one, and she hated the word abnormal. It was a word that, though it didn't remind her of her small state, reminded her that there were cats who were actually called that. And she stood up for them. Because Amberpaw was just that type of cat, the type who knew better then to hurt someone else's feelings. Again, the tip of her tail twitched back and forth, moving like a switch-- like a whip. And her eyes were always watching, always staring out. Forever paying attention to everything around her, because that was what the apprentice did-- she observed. Anything and everything.

[Random Melody]

Palesight nodded. "Yeah, try one! You like it." she said, giving a kind smile.

Snowsong chuckled and sat back, the Siamese curling her black tail around her paws. "I like vole....But if I had to choose a favorite it'd be squirrel." She chuckled to herself. "Even though they trick you by running up a tree and then just disappearing in thin air."

[zinfranny]

Gyrestar leaped atop the jutting stone in the rear of the clearing, feeling the cool rock face under his paws. It was an odd feeling, perched on the rock that only ThunderClan leaders seated themselves. But alas, he had to remind himself that he was a leader now. He had his rightful place on the Highledge.
Heh, maybe the air's a little... thinner up here. The tom chuckled anxiously in his head, because of all the reassuring he told himself, he still felt dizzy at the thought of all that had happened.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highledge," Gyrestar sited words he remembered from Ashstar. "and I forget the rest." He added more quietly to himself.

"As you all know, ThunderClan has had a shortage of highranks- really important ranks. In fact, usually ranks like that never disappear! So without further ado, Snowsong. Please, step beneath the Highledge."

[Moonsong12]

"Wait! Why are you leaving?" The young she-kit inquired naively. "Don't you want to stay with me longer? I don't want to be alone in this huge new place!" Her paws flicked to the green balls of moss. Falconkit had no intention of being rude or disturbing Moonfeather. She just simply didn't realize that older felines had responsibilities and things to do around the clan.

"Ouch!" The Siamese squeaked when she felt a mound of pressure on the end of her tail. Oh StarClan! It isn't broken, right? Falconkit thought.

Did I annoy her? Is that why she stepped on me? the young kit wondered solemnly. I honestly didn't mean to!
(Moonfeather wasn't leaving Falconkit. She was saying bye to Owltail and Spottedkit.)
"Oh! I'm so sorry! Did I step on you!" Moonfeather asked,and realized the she-kit didn't know she was blind."If I stepped on you I didn't mean to! I'm blind!"

[Random Melody]

Gyrestar leaped atop the jutting stone in the rear of the clearing, feeling the cool rock face under his paws. It was an odd feeling, perched on the rock that only ThunderClan leaders seated themselves. But alas, he had to remind himself that he was a leader now. He had his rightful place on the Highledge.
Heh, maybe the air's a little... thinner up here. The tom chuckled anxiously in his head, because of all the reassuring he told himself, he still felt dizzy at the thought of all that had happened.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highledge," Gyrestar sited words he remembered from Ashstar. "and I forget the rest." He added more quietly to himself.

"As you all know, ThunderClan has had a shortage of highranks- really important ranks. In fact, usually ranks like that never disappear! So without further ado, Snowsong. Please, step beneath the Highledge."

(-takes deep breath trying not to hyperventilate-)
Snowsong's ears flicked up in surprise as her leader called her up to the Highledge. Curiosity flickered in her icy blue hues as she stood up, picking her way through the crowd delicately and padding forward, her gaze never once leaving her leader, even though she heard her siblings murmuring softly to themselves. She stopped when she'd reached just below the highledge, blinking up at her leader as she dipped her head respectfully. She had to admit she was a tad confused - Why would Gyrestar call her up?

(My Snow bab is so innocent and oblivious X3)
( mony I forgot you wanted me to mention you so you can see ;; X3)

[zinfranny]

(-takes deep breath trying not to hyperventilate-)
Snowsong's ears flicked up in surprise as her leader called her up to the Highledge. Curiosity flickered in her icy blue hues as she stood up, picking her way through the crowd delicately and padding forward, her gaze never once leaving her leader, even though she heard her siblings murmuring softly to themselves. She stopped when she'd reached just below the highledge, blinking up at her leader as she dipped her head respectfully. She had to admit she was a tad confused - Why would Gyrestar call her up?

(My Snow bab is so innocent and oblivious X3)

The tom watched Snowsong travel through the crowd, and his silvery eyes flickered with joy. He could have chuckled then and there, as well as being confused as to how the she-cat could be so oblivious to the situation.
"Well, to clarify, do you promise to uphold your undying loyalty, and serve this Clan to the farthest ends of your life, Snowsong?"

[Starfall]

{Yay! Congrats melody :heartbounce:

And don't mind me I'm just stalking}

Daypaw flicked his ears in the direction of the call and picked himself up. The golden tabby suppressed a gasp, he had never seen the leader, it was his first time. It was surprising, gyrestar didn't look the way the apprentice through the would, but that's what made seeing the new leader fun, it was unexpected. His dark blue hues sparkled with curiosity and joy, he had a feeling in his gut that some high ranks were to be appointed soon, and that suspicion was answered once he began to talk about the lack of high ranks. Sadly the new leader was right, with zerosight stepping down, for a little while Thunderclan only had one high rank, the leader. But he felt elated, they had a new medicine cat, and now they were about to get a deputy, they were patching their clan back up after Ashstars death, they were coming back full force. He sat himself down near the front of the rock and looked up, his stomach flipped when he announced the name of the next deputy, he felt happy for her, even though he didn't know her. The golden tabby awaited patiently, and smiled sweetly at the passing molly, giving her an encouraging nod.

[Random Melody]

The tom watched Snowsong travel through the crowd, and his silvery eyes flickered with joy. He could have chuckled then and there, as well as being confused as to how the she-cat could be so oblivious to the situation.
"Well, to clarify, do you promise to uphold your undying loyalty, and serve this Clan to the farthest ends of your life, Snowsong?"

(Ahhh thank you! <3 X3)
Snowsong's blue eyes widened, the Siamese she-cat gave a flick of her black tail. She looked vaguely nervous, as everything seemed somewhat clear. Then again she didnt want to jump to conclusions, but she didnt know how to feel about the whole situation, but she shook it off. The question made her tilt her head as she gazed up at her leader. She didnt need to think twice about her answer.

"I do." Snowsong felt a smile twitch at her lips as she spoke the words, thinking back to her warrior ceremony. She held back a soft chuckle and continued, her voice strong and sure. "This is the Clan I was born to, I will serve it until I take my last breath."

[ameko]

[congrats melody !!! you'll do great <3]
[also i'm not sure if we're allowed to post but hey]

Laurelpaw padded out of the apprentices' den, suppressing a yawn. The new voice calling Clan meeting seemed foreign to her; she had only ever heard Ashstar's voice for her entire life, and although she accustomed easily to change, that didn't mean that she had to like it. The sight of Gyrestar on the Highledge was amazing to the young apprentice—if only she could seem as intimidating and as strong as he looked. At the quick speech he had given, a faint smile graced her face. They certainly were lacking in high ranks. Even though she was only nine moons, a worm of jealousy creeped its way into her chest: she wished, desperately so, to be given the opportunity that Snowsong had been gifted. If only... oh! Laurelpaw spotted her close friend, Daypaw, and made her way over to him, pushing her way through the throng of cats and murmuring apologies to everyone she disturbed. Once she reached her target, she seated herself right next to him and stole a glance at him before gazing up at the amazing sight. Snowsong will be a great deputy, she thought. It was almost as if she was trying to shove the negative thoughts away by piling on as many positive thoughts as possible... maybe she was. Laurelpaw didn't know half of what she was doing in life anymore.

[zinfranny]

(Ahhh thank you! <3 X3)
Snowsong's blue eyes widened, the Siamese she-cat gave a flick of her black tail. She looked vaguely nervous, as everything seemed somewhat clear. Then again she didnt want to jump to conclusions, but she didnt know how to feel about the whole situation, but she shook it off. The question made her tilt her head as she gazed up at her leader. She didnt need to think twice about her answer.

"I do." Snowsong felt a smile twitch at her lips as she spoke the words, thinking back to her warrior ceremony. She held back a soft chuckle and continued, her voice strong and sure. "This is the Clan I was born to, I will serve it until I take my last breath."

"Good!"
Gyrestar grinned. That was a... simple answer. Definitely not one in the long history of ceremonies.
"Otherwise, I'd have to choose another cat. From here on, until anything else, you will be renowned as the deputy of ThunderClan!" The leader declared, his head risen and eyes lively as he looked down upon his choice.

[zinfranny]

(u did it I AM PROUD)
Antstep had lingered near the center of camp, watching the clan life go by with little interest. The Toyger stretched his jaws in a yawn, short fur ruffled and messy. He was bored, and looked around. He scooted around and spotted Gyrestar, and threw himself onto his back in fake shock. "WOAH! Its GYRESTAR!" He yelled, before rolling back onto his belly.

The willowy tom cocked his head up, eyes wide with surprise when a shout cut through the fog in his head. But he immediately was forced into snort-laughter, a smile hoisting his cheeks as he realized his friend. His expression looked a bit like honey; with smile of somebody who's stress had been turned into honey by one simple moment.
"U-uwa! It's A-Antstep!" Gyrestar copied the striped tom, tumbling onto his back with his instincts, in fact, alarmed at the unnatural fall. But he made a shocked squawk when his head bonked against the huge Highledge behind him. He squeezed his eyes shut at the screaming headache occurring. "Ouch!" Gyrestar said with a pouty voice, but a remaining grin, as he rubbed the back of his head with a paw.

[Random Melody]

"Good!"
Gyrestar grinned. That was a... simple answer. Definitely not one in the long history of ceremonies.
"Otherwise, I'd have to choose another cat. From here on, until anything else, you will be renowned as the deputy of ThunderClan!" The leader declared, his head risen and eyes lively as he looked down upon his choice.

(Awh thank you Pathos!! <3 x3)
Snowsong's eyes snapped wide in surprise at his words, and a gasp escaped her lips despite herself. Deputy of ThunderClan...Deputy of ThunderClan.. Gyrestar's words echoed in her head repeatedly. It felt like butterflies in her stomach. The shock was beginning to ebb however as she stared up at her leader, feeling warmed by the pride in his eyes and the grin on his face. After a few moments of stunned silence she dipped her head, her mouth dry, and managed to speak.

"I...Thank you, Gyrestar. I swear by StarClan I will do my best for my Clan, as long as I live." She mewed softly. Even she was surprised by how sure of herself she sounded - In all honesty, she was a nervous wreck inside. Could she really be deputy of a Clan? Im not a kit anymore, or an apprentice. The realization sunk in and she blinked, still staring up at her leader. I wont let them down. I wont let Gyrestar down. She vowed silently, her ears pricking up as her expression became determined.

[monfang]

{ Random Melody Inglewood Binks (question, mind a playful party? like moon and coon were going to throw moss at them or something xD)}

Lionheart, Coonmask, Palesight, Frostflight, and Eternal all gave a howl of joy for Snowsong, as the new leader made her deputy! Lionheart's little prophecy was true, one day their family would run the clan. Snowsong was defiantly family. Coonmask and Lionheart looked at each other, Coonmask knowing his next words. "Told ya." he replied before bounding up and tackling down Snowsong. Coonmask, Eternal, Palesight, and Frostflight followed, and the wondered if the others were behind them as well.

"CONGRATS SNOWSONG!" they yowled in unison.

[meraki]

Zero to Hero

Firekit had not a singe doubt about how lucky she was. Not one. She felt bad for others, really. While she was warm and cozy with her coat of thick, warm fur, other cats were freezing their tails off. There really wasn't much the young kit could do besides offer the other kits some moss from her nest to keep them warmer during the nights. Then again, such luck came with a price. Summers were not at all too great for the thick furred cat, especially since there was nothing she could do to cool herself down then. In the winders, shorter furred cats could add more bedding, maybe sleep closer to other cats, but no. There was nothing to cool off thick furred cats in the summer. Besides swimming, and even then, no matter how hot it got, Firekit would not stoop so low to cool herself down. If she was literally on fire, she wouldn't go into the water. She was most definitely not a fish. She was a cat. And cats were simply not made for swimming. Unless, of course, you're a RiverClan cat. Which she wasn't. Firekit was a born ThunderClan cat and was nothing less than that.
The thought of the overly hot summers actually didn't sound so bad to the kit. She could barely go into the clearing without stumbling in the snow from the recent major blizzard. Of course Firekit hadn't ever experienced a real green-leaf before, being at the mere age of four moons. Firekit had been born at the end of leaf-fall, so all she knew was cold; despite her name. Some older cats didn't like her much because of her name. Apparently, there had been a fire several moons ago, and her name merely brought up buried memories. Of course, she was not named after the fire. Her bright orange pelt was her namesake.
Firekit glanced around the clearing, looking for someone, anyone to chat with before she got too bored, which often happened. Being only a kit, she didn't have very much to do besides lay around all day. None of the other kits wanted to play because it was too cold, and she'd been inside the nursery for too long, she was growing antsy. But now that Firekit was out of the cramped den, she found that there was even less to do in the snow-covered clearing.

[Random Melody]

{ Random Melody Inglewood Binks (question, mind a playful party? like moon and coon were going to throw moss at them or something xD)}

Lionheart, Coonmask, Palesight, Frostflight, and Eternal all gave a howl of joy for Snowsong, as the new leader made her deputy! Lionheart's little prophecy was true, one day their family would run the clan. Snowsong was defiantly family. Coonmask and Lionheart looked at each other, Coonmask knowing his next words. "Told ya." he replied before bounding up and tackling down Snowsong. Coonmask, Eternal, Palesight, and Frostflight followed, and the wondered if the others were behind them as well.

"CONGRATS SNOWSONG!" they yowled in unison.

(MOMMAH MY BAB IS A DEPUTTYYYYY!!!)
Snowsong giggled as she grinned up at her family, smiling. "Thanks!"
Honeyfur smirked as she nuzzled her sister. "I always knew you'd run the Clan one day!"
Splashheart and Foxthorn danced around their sister, chuckling. "Snowsong! Snowsong!"
"I guess now I gotta take orders from you huh?" Roarclaw teased, nudging her.
"Im so proud of my baby girl!" Swiftbreeze cooed, nuzzling her daughter.
Snowsong laughed a little, smiling at them all. Her black ears were pricked, the Siamese she-cat's ice blue eyes sparkling happily. "Thanks guys!"

[monfang]

(MOMMAH MY BAB IS A DEPUTTYYYYY!!!)
Snowsong giggled as she grinned up at her family, smiling. "Thanks!"
Honeyfur smirked as she nuzzled her sister. "I always knew you'd run the Clan one day!"
Splashheart and Foxthorn danced around their sister, chuckling. "Snowsong! Snowsong!"
"I guess now I gotta take orders from you huh?" Roarclaw teased, nudging her.
"Im so proud of my baby girl!" Swiftbreeze cooed, nuzzling her daughter.
Snowsong laughed a little, smiling at them all. Her black ears were pricked, the Siamese she-cat's ice blue eyes sparkling happily. "Thanks guys!"
"We are proud too." a voice said, and the starry outline of the fiery orange tom formed, along with the white speckled young tom. Fiercestorm and Moonpaw. Everyone backed away, letting the StarClan cats to walk up ahead of her, and they purred. "My baby girl will one day be a Leader. I can't believe it." he said, staring straight at her with white, misty eyes. Moonpaw bowed. "I will hope to be there to give a life." he chuckled, a bit of a joke on his part. "We are always watching Snowsong, don't forget us." he said and then the family one again surrounded her. "What does this mean for you now? And what about us? You'll get so busy we'd never see you again." they rambled.

[ameko]

Laurelpaw watched, eyes glittering with the adrenaline and happiness coursing through her veins. She had always loved to watch how excited cats got during ceremonies, but was that even allowed? Snowsong's presumed siblings had just... tackled her? That's a little odd, I guess, but I won't judge. She watched the family, cracking a bittersweet smile—if only her family was that excited when she accomplished things that she thought were important. Every so often, she'd turn her head to see what Daypaw's reaction was to this whole ordeal, but she never kept her eyes on him for too long, as Snowsong's reunion was much more excitable. A moment had passed in which she wondered if Clan meetings like this were supposed to be dismissed by the leader, or if they were just supposed to let it die out. She had never witnessed this before. Well, there was a first time for everything. "Snowsong! Snowsong!" she brought up the chant, feeling the positivity radiating from her growing stronger by the second. Soon, the melancholy thoughts about her family and her jealousy would die out, and she could just enjoy what was happening currently.

[Random Melody]

"We are proud too." a voice said, and the starry outline of the fiery orange tom formed, along with the white speckled young tom. Fiercestorm and Moonpaw. Everyone backed away, letting the StarClan cats to walk up ahead of her, and they purred. "My baby girl will one day be a Leader. I can't believe it." he said, staring straight at her with white, misty eyes. Moonpaw bowed. "I will hope to be there to give a life." he chuckled, a bit of a joke on his part. "We are always watching Snowsong, don't forget us." he said and then the family one again surrounded her. "What does this mean for you now? And what about us? You'll get so busy we'd never see you again." they rambled.

Fernpaw was beside her father, smiling brightly at Snowsong. "Im very proud of you, my sister," She whispered softly, her starry pelt fading briefly before she faded away with the others.
"Daddy, Fernpaw, Moonpaw.." Snowsong smiled softly before they were gone. Shaking herself off, the she-cat rolled her eyes at the questions, giggling. "Nonsense! I'll always have time for you guys." She promised, nuzzling each of them. Her tail flicked side to side, a mixture of nervousness and excitement in the action. She was ready for this, she would make them proud.

[monfang]

Fernpaw was beside her father, smiling brightly at Snowsong. "Im very proud of you, my sister," She whispered softly, her starry pelt fading briefly before she faded away with the others.
"Daddy, Fernpaw, Moonpaw.." Snowsong smiled softly before they were gone. Shaking herself off, the she-cat rolled her eyes at the questions, giggling. "Nonsense! I'll always have time for you guys." She promised, nuzzling each of them. Her tail flicked side to side, a mixture of nervousness and excitement in the action. She was ready for this, she would make them proud.
"Well, then... COON NOW!" Lion meowed and Coonmask, who had snuck off, pushed a large pile of collected moss from a point of the rock from where they stood, and it landed on Snowsong. Lionheart and Coonmask busted into laughter as Palesight, Frostflight, and Eternal all seemed to scold them as the moss had landed on them too. "Uh, oh... RUN FATSO!" Coonmask meowed, jumping down, landing at his side as he had began to bolt away. "Way ahead of ya Stubby!" Lionheart meowed as they ran, the three right on their tails.

[Random Melody]

"Well, then... COON NOW!" Lion meowed and Coonmask, who had snuck off, pushed a large pile of collected moss from a point of the rock from where they stood, and it landed on Snowsong. Lionheart and Coonmask busted into laughter as Palesight, Frostflight, and Eternal all seemed to scold them as the moss had landed on them too. "Uh, oh... RUN FATSO!" Coonmask meowed, jumping down, landing at his side as he had began to bolt away. "Way ahead of ya Stubby!" Lionheart meowed as they ran, the three right on their tails.

Splashheart laughed, grinning at Snowsong. "Surprisssseee!!"
"I told you not to prank the new deputy," Snowsong teased, shaking moss off her pelt.
Foxthorn stuck his tongue out at her. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
Snowsong smiled sweetly. "You can tend to the elders for a moon." She then laughed at their expressions. "Kidding! Im kidding!" She mrrrrowed.
Honeyfur sniffed, sitting down. "Though they deserve to tend to the elders for a moon."
Snowsong smiled, rolling her eyes playfully at her sister as she stretched. "Nah...So what now?" She questioned, ears flicking as she tipped her head.

[monfang]

Splashheart laughed, grinning at Snowsong. "Surprisssseee!!"
"I told you not to prank the new deputy," Snowsong teased, shaking moss off her pelt.
Foxthorn stuck his tongue out at her. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
Snowsong smiled sweetly. "You can tend to the elders for a moon." She then laughed at their expressions. "Kidding! Im kidding!" She mrrrrowed.
Honeyfur sniffed, sitting down. "Though they deserve to tend to the elders for a moon."
Snowsong smiled, rolling her eyes playfully at her sister as she stretched. "Nah...So what now?" She questioned, ears flicking as she tipped her head.
"Well, we could kill those four!" Eternal meowed at Foxthorn, Splashheart, Lionheart, and Coonmask. "They deserve that for doing this!" he growled, shaking out more moss. Lionheart and Coonmask laughed. "We make a good team, huh Fatso?" she purred. "Oh, shut it Stubby." Lion replied, but then Coonmask tackled. him, and pinned him. "Mousebrain." she sneered. Lionheart rolled and then pinned her. "Fish Fur." she growled back.

[Random Melody]

"Well, we could kill those four!" Eternal meowed at Foxthorn, Splashheart, Lionheart, and Coonmask. "They deserve that for doing this!" he growled, shaking out more moss. Lionheart and Coonmask laughed. "We make a good team, huh Fatso?" she purred. "Oh, shut it Stubby." Lion replied, but then Coonmask tackled. him, and pinned him. "Mousebrain." she sneered. Lionheart rolled and then pinned her. "Fish Fur." she growled back.

Honeyfur giggled, then looked at Roarclaw. "Our mates are insane."
"Nooo kidding," Roarclaw chuckled, then pointed at Splashheart and Foxthorn. "And so are they."
"Tubby!"
"Jerk!"
"Brat!"
"Imbecile!"
"Stupid Head!"
"Dog Lover!"
"Kittypet!"
The two were bickering, pushing eachother playfully.
Snowsong smiled in amusement at her siblings, watching them warmly.

[Stario&Co.]

"Congratulations, Snowsong," Berry padded forward, her whiskers twitching

[Random Melody]

"Congratulations, Snowsong," Berry padded forward, her whiskers twitching


Snowsong grinned at the other she-cat, a warm smile on her face. "Thanks Berry."