ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[graves]

Padding out of the warrior's den with a rather loud yawn, Whisperwish blinked in exhaustion as his dark brown eyes adjusted to the clearing's harsh sunlight. His fur ruffling in the lightest of winds, the tom gazed around ThunderClan's camp quietly as he looked for someone- Freckleface. The two were extremely close, and he couldn't imagine being without his best friend- if he was a tree branch, his friend would be his trunk, because he supported him. They were two peas in a pod, and his face lit up with excitement to see his best friend standing right there in camp, his ears peeking up with excitement as he raced towards the tom."Freckleface- what's up?" He huffed, the exhaustion almost gone from his limbs as he'd been rejuvenated just by talking to the other tom, the most amazing cat in the entire world.
Green eyes scanned the clearing for his friend. It was morning, sure, but he was still full of energy at the thought of seeing his friend even if they were just sleeping next to eachother in the warriors den. "Ive got somthin' fo' you." his words were muffled by the prey in his mouth. He made sure to hunt one of his friends favorite pieces of prey of course. He dropped the prey at his friends paws with a smile, "I thought Id hunt you some breakfast since all weve been eating is junk lately." he gave a small snort. Even being in his friends presence was an uplifter to his mood. He was slightly tired from getting up so early, used to being able to sleep in in the warmth of his shared nest. But it was worth it to see his friends smile.

[Sheepwarrior42]

Silverpaw padded away from the fresh-kill pile after eating a squirrel. She looked around for her new mentor DarkFang. She yawned and stretched and let out a soft purr. She returned to her normal position and padded to the dirtplace.

[Barnabas]

Silverpaw padded away from the fresh-kill pile after eating a squirrel. She looked around for her new mentor DarkFang. She yawned and stretched and let out a soft purr. She returned to her normal position and padded to the dirtplace.

(Can I join you?)

[Sheepwarrior42]

(Can I join you?)

(Yes you can !)

[Barnabas]

(Yes you can !)

(Okay!)

Nettlepaw (https://sites.google.com/site/springtrapfnafwcocharacters/thunderclan/nettlepaw) walked out of the Apprentices den, noticing Silverpaw. The she-cat apprentice made her way over to the other apprentice. "Hi! I'm Nettlepaw!" meowed the apprentice loudly. She licked her paw then drew it over her left ear, keeping one eye on Silverpaw.

[Crow]

Green eyes scanned the clearing for his friend. It was morning, sure, but he was still full of energy at the thought of seeing his friend even if they were just sleeping next to eachother in the warriors den. "Ive got somthin' fo' you." his words were muffled by the prey in his mouth. He made sure to hunt one of his friends favorite pieces of prey of course. He dropped the prey at his friends paws with a smile, "I thought Id hunt you some breakfast since all weve been eating is junk lately." he gave a small snort. Even being in his friends presence was an uplifter to his mood. He was slightly tired from getting up so early, used to being able to sleep in in the warmth of his shared nest. But it was worth it to see his friends smile.
[[just bros being bros. already mates but no homo bro]]

[Sheepwarrior42]

(Okay!)

Nettlepaw (https://sites.google.com/site/springtrapfnafwcocharacters/thunderclan/nettlepaw) walked out of the Apprentices den, noticing Silverpaw. The she-cat apprentice made her way over to the other apprentice. "Hi! I'm Nettlepaw!" meowed the apprentice loudly. She licked her paw then drew it over her left ear, keeping one eye on Silverpaw.

Silverpaw jumped slightly and turned to look at Nettlepaw. She bowed her head in greeting "I'm Sliverpaw" she mewed happily.

[Barnabas]

Silverpaw jumped slightly and turned to look at Nettlepaw. She bowed her head in greeting "I'm Sliverpaw" she mewed happily.

"Sorry if I scared ya. I like to sneak up on people some times." Meowed Nettlepaw. Nettlepaw blew on her paw to keep it cool.

[Sheepwarrior42]

"Sorry if I scared ya. I like to sneak up on people some times." Meowed Nettlepaw. Nettlepaw blew on her paw to keep it cool.

"No,your fine. I'm quite skittish though." She gives Nettlepaw a light smile. Silverpaw flicked her tail happily.

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

"No,your fine. I'm quite skittish though." She gives Nettlepaw a light smile. Silverpaw flicked her tail happily
Darkfang padded out from the shadows next to them "well isee your awake silverpaw" he said

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

( CandyFlossCat ) skyleap stretched out in front of the warriors den waiting for his new apprentice he was excited that he was finally a mentor

[wickedvirtues]

( CandyFlossCat ) skyleap stretched out in front of the warriors den waiting for his new apprentice he was excited that he was finally a mentor
Echopaw bounded up to Skyleap, her tail twitching. "Hi!" She trilled.

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

Echopaw bounded up to Skyleap, her tail twitching. "Hi!" She trilled.
Skyleap smiled "hi echopaw are you ready for your first day" he asked her

[wickedvirtues]

Skyleap smiled "hi echopaw are you ready for your first day" he asked her
"Yep!" She replied, her eyes glittering excitedly.

[Flowerjoy Is Everything]

Slashgrass looked at her three beautiful kits, Aurakit, Bluekit, and Flowerkit, Bluekit has just opened his eyes and Slashgrass was excited, Bluekit was learning to speak too.

[Sheepwarrior42]

Darkfang padded out from the shadows next to them "well isee your awake silverpaw" he said

She jumped slightly again,turning to look at her mentor. "Yes...i am Darkfang." She said happily.

[Rockstar]

Icepaw playfully growled and kicked cherrypaw off with her hind legs

Dawnfrost purred and pulled Cherrypaw closer with her paw, giving her daughter a lick between the ears. "How has your training been coming along?"

[Spirit]

Spiritsight, a young and small warrior, padded out of the warrior's den and into the clearing. She didn't look like she belonged in the warrior's den due to her small, apprentice-like size, but from the just-awokened look on her face, it was revealed that she was indeed a warrior.
Letting her ears go on a rampage of searching for the sounds of her apprentice, the small feline padded around the clearing. Padding over to the fresh-kill pile, she decided to get a tad of food down before going on a trip to the territories. She had decided to take Badgerpaw on a trip around the territory today.
Picking out a nice mouse, she found a nice spot in the clearing and laid herself down, keeping her ears up and alert. She had also considered finding her best friend and asking him to come along. He was one of the few in the clan who knew that the young warrior was indeed blind. She had a feeling that she could not succeed in taking Badgerpaw on a nice trip to the territory if she could not describe what Badgerpaw were seeing. Spiritsight didn't want to come off as a weak mentor. She knew she were able to go around easily by herself. She had proven that throughout her life.
Gulping down the last bit of the mouse, she decided to raise herself and try to go find her apprentice.

Duststorm AbsurdJinx (?)

[Spirit]

( Spirit The Eye Of The Storm )

Snowstar made her way into the den, glancing around curiously. Snowstar hadnt really come into the medicine den much - Well besides after the liberation, she would come in to see what she could do to help since her wounds werent serious enough to be concerned about. The scent of herbs flooded her nose, and she blinked faintly, nose twitching faintly. The Siamese took a deep breath and straightened, shaking her head to clear her thoughts and looking over toward Wheatfur. She managed a smile at her former mentor despite the irritation that still gnawed at her. But she couldnt just be frustrated for no apparent reason, right?

Snowstar turned her gaze on the tiny black kit and was reminded of why she had come in the first place, to check on the new rogue kitten. A gentle smile twitched at her lips as she took a few steps forward and sat down, looking at the kit with interest. "Hello there, little one," She mewed softly, shifting into a more comfortable position. "Welcome to ThunderClan. Can you tell me your name?"

Runt peered as another cat entered the den, his weak muscles beginning to tense up slightly as he did not like his situation still. Wheatfur seemed trustable, but the stories his father had always told him about the savage, feral cannibal cats living in the forest still haunted his mind. So every new visitor made him tense up and believe he was in danger.
As the siamese approached him, he shuffled a little back in his nest to not be too close to the new face. He was still paranoid and slightly scared that these cats wanted to gain his trust before making his life even more miserable.
At the question about his name, he shook his head and lowered it. He hated the name he had been given. It was a discrimination of his person, and it showed clearly that his parents had not had a care in the world about him.
He hoped that this question would not turn up often. He'd already been asked it twice, once by Wheatfur and now by this new cat.
Peering at the newcomer, he pondered over what she had said. She had welcomed her to the clan. Did that mean she had some form of authority? If so, why would she go into the den to check on a starving, probably dying kitten that, according to what he had understood Wheatfur had said, was going to be given to some twolegs later anyway.

Random Melody The Eye Of The Storm
(So sorry for the late reply, exams came up'n such :3 )

[Random Melody]

( Spirit @Eye Of The Storm )
Snowstar scooted back slightly, not wanting to crowd the kit too much. "No?" She tilted her head slightly, briefly disappointed. Maybe the kit just didnt have a name. Snowstar studied Runt, her ice blue hues flickering over his black fur for a moment. "Thats fine. My name's Snowstar." She smiled gently. "So, what can I call you, sweetheart? If you're gonna stay in ThunderClan, you gotta have a proper name." She purred. Of course, she knew there was the possibility the kit didnt want to stay, but at the same time, she would at least get him to stay until he was better, fit enough to go out on his own. She couldnt force him to stay in the Clan, after all, even if she did hate the idea of him being out on his own again. Wow, attached already,

[AbsurdJinx]

Spiritsight, a young and small warrior, padded out of the warrior's den and into the clearing. She didn't look like she belonged in the warrior's den due to her small, apprentice-like size, but from the just-awokened look on her face, it was revealed that she was indeed a warrior.
Letting her ears go on a rampage of searching for the sounds of her apprentice, the small feline padded around the clearing. Padding over to the fresh-kill pile, she decided to get a tad of food down before going on a trip to the territories. She had decided to take Badgerpaw on a trip around the territory today.
Picking out a nice mouse, she found a nice spot in the clearing and laid herself down, keeping her ears up and alert. She had also considered finding her best friend and asking him to come along. He was one of the few in the clan who knew that the young warrior was indeed blind. She had a feeling that she could not succeed in taking Badgerpaw on a nice trip to the territory if she could not describe what Badgerpaw were seeing. Spiritsight didn't want to come off as a weak mentor. She knew she were able to go around easily by herself. She had proven that throughout her life.
Gulping down the last bit of the mouse, she decided to raise herself and try to go find her apprentice.

@Duststorm (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=13) @AbsurdJinx (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=192) (?)

Flareheart found his best friend, Spiritsight, helping herself to a mouse. He grinned charmingly, padding over to her with his chest puffed out and his steps confident. He never flirted with his best friend, but he had to make a show for any cats that were watching. He quickened his pace as Spiritsight got to her paws, his steps heavy as to alert her of his presence. His tail waved casually behind him.

``Spiritsight!`` Flareheart cheered in greeting, his dull amber eyes shimmering with joy. His eyes would often twinkle when he was happy - and that was just about all the time. He didn't slow his pace as he appeared, and instead, he jumped at her playfully with his toes outstretched to better grip her with. He was a kit-like tom; he always had been. He always claimed he would never lose his irresponsible streak that many kits clearly displayed. Sometimes, older warriors would scold Flareheart for being kit-like, but he'd simply shrug off their rude comments.

Flareheart was not trusted with apprentices or cats younger than him. If he were to be given an apprentice, the two would spend the day playing. In fact, Flareheart would probably get his own apprentice in deep trouble, and introduce the younger cat to dangerous situations. It was probably best that Spiritsight was the one to become a mentor, and Flareheart could just tag along at times. In a lighthearted tone, he meowed, ``I heard you've gotten yourself an apprentice!``

[Spirit]

( Spirit @Eye Of The Storm )
Snowstar scooted back slightly, not wanting to crowd the kit too much. "No?" She tilted her head slightly, briefly disappointed. Maybe the kit just didnt have a name. Snowstar studied Runt, her ice blue hues flickering over his black fur for a moment. "Thats fine. My name's Snowstar." She smiled gently. "So, what can I call you, sweetheart? If you're gonna stay in ThunderClan, you gotta have a proper name." She purred. Of course, she knew there was the possibility the kit didnt want to stay, but at the same time, she would at least get him to stay until he was better, fit enough to go out on his own. She couldnt force him to stay in the Clan, after all, even if she did hate the idea of him being out on his own again. Wow, attached already,

Runt peered up at the molly as she once again spoke. She sounded really nice, was one of his first thoughts. But he kept pushing them away in his paranoid belief that he was in danger.
First, he took notice at the fact that she had called him sweetheart. Was this just a way to lure him into trusting her? But at the same time, the tone in her voice had sounded so.. Truthful.. Second, he was slightly confused as to when she asked him what she could call him, and that he needed a -proper- name. He'd never had a proper name.. So.. Could he choose by himself now?
Getting a really thoughtful look in his eyes, he thought about that for a moment. As far as he could understand, these cats did not have 'normal' names. Wheatfur, Snowstar? Well.. That probably meant that he could choose anything, right?
"Ant"
The word, or name as if was about to be, just streamed out of him. He had had a moment of thought and had thought about the tiny, black creatures. In such a big crowd as this camp seemed to be, he felt like one of them. Pitch black and tinier than anyone.
His voice was hoarse even by saying just one word. It was clear that he had had an extremely bad cough. He had stopped coughing up blood a few days ago, but he still coughed once in a while, and his voice was clearly affected.

[Cosmo]

A beautiful white molly stepped into the clearing in a few smooth movements. When she moved she was phantom-silent, blending into the light and shadows as she went. She made sure her movements were well timed and graceful, the way her tail swished only lightly to brush the ground. It made the pale white molly seemed almost ghostly, with every movement however she became more and more solid. Her phantom faded emerald eyes scanned Thunderclan's clearing incase a cat approached her.

[The Mad Katter]

A beautiful white molly stepped into the clearing in a few smooth movements. When she moved she was phantom-silent, blending into the light and shadows as she went. She made sure her movements were well timed and graceful, the way her tail swished only lightly to brush the ground. It made the pale white molly seemed almost ghostly, with every movement however she became more and more solid. Her phantom faded emerald eyes scanned Thunderclan's clearing incase a cat approached her.
A lithe shape trotted across camp, scanning the cats in the clearing. The tom was bored, and he wanted to do something. A white shape caught his eye and he smiled, turning his paws towards her. "Hello, Orchidpaw," the grey apprentice said shyly, sitting down in front of the beautiful molly.

[Spirit]

Flareheart found his best friend, Spiritsight, helping herself to a mouse. He grinned charmingly, padding over to her with his chest puffed out and his steps confident. He never flirted with his best friend, but he had to make a show for any cats that were watching. He quickened his pace as Spiritsight got to her paws, his steps heavy as to alert her of his presence. His tail waved casually behind him.

``Spiritsight!`` Flareheart cheered in greeting, his dull amber eyes shimmering with joy. His eyes would often twinkle when he was happy - and that was just about all the time. He didn't slow his pace as he appeared, and instead, he jumped at her playfully with his toes outstretched to better grip her with. He was a kit-like tom; he always had been. He always claimed he would never lose his irresponsible streak that many kits clearly displayed. Sometimes, older warriors would scold Flareheart for being kit-like, but he'd simply shrug off their rude comments.

Flareheart was not trusted with apprentices or cats younger than him. If he were to be given an apprentice, the two would spend the day playing. In fact, Flareheart would probably get his own apprentice in deep trouble, and introduce the younger cat to dangerous situations. It was probably best that Spiritsight was the one to become a mentor, and Flareheart could just tag along at times. In a lighthearted tone, he meowed, ``I heard you've gotten yourself an apprentice!``



Spiritsight got a wide smile on her face as she recognized Flareheart approaching. She knew it was him even before he spoke up. His scent filled her nose, and the steps he took was a clear sign that it was him. He had his way of making sure she knew where he was, and attempting to help with her blindness, without trying to offend her. She liked that.
"Flareheart! I was actually looking for you!" She said with a chirpy, happy voice. As he jumped on her playfully, she giggled lightly and batted at him with sheathed claws.
She loved her best friend. He had been by her side since they were just little, mischievous and adventuring kittens getting themselves in trouble. Her siblings hadn't been around much, and didn't understand her way of being. She didn't even know if they'd ever realized that she had a disability.
She loved that he were still like a kit at times, and were believing that it could be to her advantage if he tagged along for a few of her training sessions with Badgerpaw. She herself was known to be serious and somewhat of a watcher, whereas he was the outgoing side of the duo that mostly didn't care how he appeared, at least as far as Spiritsight had seen.
As he mentioned her getting an apprentice, she lighted up a little. "I have indeed! I am actually trying to find her right now. I was wondering if you'd like to tag along for her tour of the territory?" She asked, considering wether to ask him about her actual reason for this. Taking a deep breath, she decided to do so, even though she hated admitting that her blindness could be a disadvantage at times. "Umm.. I might need help when describing things for her or answering her questions due to.. Well you know.. My sight.."
AbsurdJinx Duststorm

[Cosmo]

A lithe shape trotted across camp, scanning the cats in the clearing. The tom was bored, and he wanted to do something. A white shape caught his eye and he smiled, turning his paws towards her. "Hello, Orchidpaw," the grey apprentice said shyly, sitting down in front of the beautiful molly.

Orchidpaw jumped when she heard a voice. She turned her gaze to look at where it had come from, "Oh, Hi Tumblepaw." she smiled happily cocking her dad to one side. "How are you?" she asked, Orchidpaw always asked that, it was nice and she was in the habit. It's hard yo shake habits.

[AbsurdJinx]

Spiritsight got a wide smile on her face as she recognized Flareheart approaching. She knew it was him even before he spoke up. His scent filled her nose, and the steps he took was a clear sign that it was him. He had his way of making sure she knew where he was, and attempting to help with her blindness, without trying to offend her. She liked that.
"Flareheart! I was actually looking for you!" She said with a chirpy, happy voice. As he jumped on her playfully, she giggled lightly and batted at him with sheathed claws.
She loved her best friend. He had been by her side since they were just little, mischievous and adventuring kittens getting themselves in trouble. Her siblings hadn't been around much, and didn't understand her way of being. She didn't even know if they'd ever realized that she had a disability.
She loved that he were still like a kit at times, and were believing that it could be to her advantage if he tagged along for a few of her training sessions with Badgerpaw. She herself was known to be serious and somewhat of a watcher, whereas he was the outgoing side of the duo that mostly didn't care how he appeared, at least as far as Spiritsight had seen.
As he mentioned her getting an apprentice, she lighted up a little. "I have indeed! I am actually trying to find her right now. I was wondering if you'd like to tag along for her tour of the territory?" She asked, considering wether to ask him about her actual reason for this. Taking a deep breath, she decided to do so, even though she hated admitting that her blindness could be a disadvantage at times. "Umm.. I might need help when describing things for her or answering her questions due to.. Well you know.. My sight.."
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Flareheart, after bravely surviving Spiritsight's retaliation, retreated. He stepped back, purring loudly as he rocked back on his haunches. As his best friend spoke, he brought his forepaw to his mouth, casually drawing his rough tongue over the messy fur. His brown eyes expressed his genuine interest, as well as his ears that shifted at every word. He was aware that Spiritsight was sensitive when it came to her blindness, and that she just despised mentioning it as a weakness. He used to feel sympathy, when he was a kit and young apprentice, for her until he learned she could take care of herself.

Now, he attempted to add a more lighthearted air by teasing her, but also accepting her invitation. ``Spiritsight! Never have you ever asked for my help! For once, I am honored to be of your service.`` Flareheart set his paw firmly against the ground before he spoke. He bowed his head as if Spiritsight were `your majesty`. Though she couldn't see, he had learned not to treat her as the blind warrior she is, but as he'd treat any other cat. Plus, he was fearful of her scoldings.

He rose from his seated position, stepping forward to brush her flank with his bushy tail. Now, Flareheart briefly dismissed his teasing. ``But I would love to accompany you! Where are we going first?`` And then he became playfully excited again, offering a small bounce where his paws barely left the ground. He wondered if they would visit the WindClan border first, where tensions were high, or the RiverClan border, where a fishy scent hid in your pelt for days, or maybe even the ShadowClan border, where they could run in to a rival warrior? Excitement filled him.

[The Mad Katter]

Orchidpaw jumped when she heard a voice. She turned her gaze to look at where it had come from, "Oh, Hi Tumblepaw." she smiled happily cocking her dad to one side. "How are you?" she asked, Orchidpaw always asked that, it was nice and she was in the habit. It's hard yo shake habits.
"I'm doing good," he replied. The tom shuffled his paws, thinking of his next question. "Do you, uh, want to go hunting?" He looked at Orchidpaw hopefully.

[Cosmo]

"I'm doing good," he replied. The tom shuffled his paws, thinking of his next question. "Do you, uh, want to go hunting?" He looked at Orchidpaw hopefully.

"Sure!" Orchidpaw purred with a little more enthusiasm then she usually gave hunting. The white and sandy brown molly flicked her tail in the direction of the camp exit. Orchidpaw padded over looking over her shoulder at Tumblepaw.

Should this be a two way crush or nah?)

[The Mad Katter]

"Sure!" Orchidpaw purred with a little more enthusiasm then she usually gave hunting. The white and sandy brown molly flicked her tail in the direction of the camp exit. Orchidpaw padded over looking over her shoulder at Tumblepaw.

Should this be a two way crush or nah?)
(I think Tumblepaw likes her, but he doesn't know if he has a crush on her)
Tumblepaw flicked his tail. "Great!" he exclaimed. He started padding to the camp entrance, glancing back to make sure she was following. He quivered with excitement, then stopped. He wondered why he was so happy to be with Orchidpaw. She was just his friend, right? The spotted tabby tom shook his head and looked back at the beautiful she-cat. Friend. She's just a friend, he told himself, not really believing it.

[Crumbleless]

Oakfall drank in the warm scents of the nursery ears flicking with excitement. "This is the nursery, where queens nurse their kits. Kits become apprentices at six moons and return queens to their warrior duties." Oakfall imagined when he became an apprentice with his mother and the rest of the clan watching. I wish Juniperkit could have seen that day too. He thought about his deceased sister before brushing away the thought. "What else do you want to know?" ladybugg03
ladybugg03

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

"Yep!" She replied, her eyes glittering excitedly.
skyleap stood up "then come on I'll show you around the territory" he said

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

She jumped slightly again,turning to look at her mentor. "Yes...i am Darkfang." She said happily.
Darkfangs whiskers twitched with amusement "are you ready for training" he asked

[wickedvirtues]

skyleap stood up "then come on I'll show you around the territory" he said

Echopaw nodded, her tail swaying. "Okay!" She trilled to her mentor. Echopaw licked down her chest fluff before following.

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

Echopaw nodded, her tail swaying. "Okay!" She trilled to her mentor. Echopaw licked down her chest fluff before following.
(To the territory)

[wickedvirtues]

(To the territory)
KK)

[FlashFanatic]

@Serindipity

Coldpaw rushed out of the apprentice's den and right into the corner of the clearing. Aghhhh why does it have to be so hot today? He thought. He looked up at the sun, trying to see what time it was. But, he was only met with a blinding light in his face. He looked away, and growled at the sun. Why do you have to be so bright today? The oddly white tom looked at the clearing. It was... Oddly quiet. Just like him. Odd that is, not quiet. He can be loud or quiet when he wants to be though. There were a couple in the clearing, but not very much. Then, at that moment, he wondered what he was doing here in the first place. Part of him was telling him to stay there, and the other part was saying to go and do stuff. But for some reason, his gut told him to stray there. And his gut was almost always right. Well... There was this one time... But he figured not to get into the story then and there.

[Flowerjoy Is Everything]

Bluekit looked around at all the kits, he walked around the nursery and Slashgrass let him. "H-helloo?" Bluekit mewed.

[ameko]

[ not sure if this would be cutting into that snowstrike rp or if snow would be duplicated ]
[ sorry this is extremely short, i have no muse whatsoever and just want to kill fennel and get it over with ]
[ also i have no idea how fennel knew remora was being treated in shadowclan idk ]
[ Random Melody ]

Exhaustion laced every step, every twitch of a whisker, every flick of an ear. They couldn't take it anymore. They were just—done. Their kit, of all cats, was being treated for injuries. In ShadowClan, no less. And so, of course, Fennelnose had to visit them and make sure they were being treated with the respect they deserved. Sure, Remorapaw could be a pawful at times, but they were still a guest.

The deputy made their way to their leader's den, pausing at the entrance. "Snowstar?" was the only word they said, peering into the den with a dimly-lit gaze.

[Random Melody]

[ not sure if this would be cutting into that snowstrike rp or if snow would be duplicated ]
[ sorry this is extremely short, i have no muse whatsoever and just want to kill fennel and get it over with ]
[ also i have no idea how fennel knew remora was being treated in shadowclan idk ]
[ Random Melody ]

Exhaustion laced every step, every twitch of a whisker, every flick of an ear. They couldn't take it anymore. They were just—done. Their kit, of all cats, was being treated for injuries. In ShadowClan, no less. And so, of course, Fennelnose had to visit them and make sure they were being treated with the respect they deserved. Sure, Remorapaw could be a pawful at times, but they were still a guest.

The deputy made their way to their leader's den, pausing at the entrance. "Snowstar?" was the only word they said, peering into the den with a dimly-lit gaze.

Snowstar looked up, her gaze flickering over to Fennelnose. As her deputy peered in, she flicked an ear to beckon them inside, looking briefly concerned at their exhausted tone. The Siamese gave Stormstrike an apologetic look before clearing her throat. "Yes, Fennelnose?" She asked, turning her attention back to Fennelnose as she tilted her head.

[Flowerjoy Is Everything]

Flowerjoy walked into the Warriors' Den than yawned again, laid down and tried to fall asleep.

[Sheepwarrior42]

Darkfangs whiskers twitched with amusement "are you ready for training" he asked

Silverpaw nods enthusiastically and flicks her tail in amusement.

[Dust]

Flareheart, after bravely surviving Spiritsight's retaliation, retreated. He stepped back, purring loudly as he rocked back on his haunches. As his best friend spoke, he brought his forepaw to his mouth, casually drawing his rough tongue over the messy fur. His brown eyes expressed his genuine interest, as well as his ears that shifted at every word. He was aware that Spiritsight was sensitive when it came to her blindness, and that she just despised mentioning it as a weakness. He used to feel sympathy, when he was a kit and young apprentice, for her until he learned she could take care of herself.

Now, he attempted to add a more lighthearted air by teasing her, but also accepting her invitation. ``Spiritsight! Never have you ever asked for my help! For once, I am honored to be of your service.`` Flareheart set his paw firmly against the ground before he spoke. He bowed his head as if Spiritsight were `your majesty`. Though she couldn't see, he had learned not to treat her as the blind warrior she is, but as he'd treat any other cat. Plus, he was fearful of her scoldings.

He rose from his seated position, stepping forward to brush her flank with his bushy tail. Now, Flareheart briefly dismissed his teasing. ``But I would love to accompany you! Where are we going first?`` And then he became playfully excited again, offering a small bounce where his paws barely left the ground. He wondered if they would visit the WindClan border first, where tensions were high, or the RiverClan border, where a fishy scent hid in your pelt for days, or maybe even the ShadowClan border, where they could run in to a rival warrior? Excitement filled him.


Spirit

(Sorry about that! Was busy all day ;w; )

Badgerpaw felt different today. Like she had a purpose... or no... she was supposed to be doing something, but what? The new apprentice had been staying in camp, almost bursting with energy and excitement to go out into the territory to explore, but in fear that she would get in trouble decided against it. Instead, Badgerpaw surveyed the clearing, her tail and head held high as she scanned to try and find her mentor. To be honest, she vaguely remembered what her mentor looked like, perhaps her mentor would recognize her first? Shaking her head from the thought, she placed her rump on the ground, her eyes scanning the cats as she settled on a vaguely familiar shape and pattern. Perhaps that was her mentor?

Spirit... Spirit something. Tilting her head, her ears quickly following, Badgerpaw quickly leaped back up and began to wave her tail in hopes that her mentor would see her, if it was her. She was indeed waving to the right cat, although the molly had no idea that her mentor could literally not see her.

[Spirit]

Spirit

(Sorry about that! Was busy all day ;w; )

Badgerpaw felt different today. Like she had a purpose... or no... she was supposed to be doing something, but what? The new apprentice had been staying in camp, almost bursting with energy and excitement to go out into the territory to explore, but in fear that she would get in trouble decided against it. Instead, Badgerpaw surveyed the clearing, her tail and head held high as she scanned to try and find her mentor. To be honest, she vaguely remembered what her mentor looked like, perhaps her mentor would recognize her first? Shaking her head from the thought, she placed her rump on the ground, her eyes scanning the cats as she settled on a vaguely familiar shape and pattern. Perhaps that was her mentor?

Spirit... Spirit something. Tilting her head, her ears quickly following, Badgerpaw quickly leaped back up and began to wave her tail in hopes that her mentor would see her, if it was her. She was indeed waving to the right cat, although the molly had no idea that her mentor could literally not see her.

AbsurdJinx

Spiritsight peered awkwardly at Flareheart. She was thankful that he knew how hard it was for her to ask for help, for she was about to ask for even more of said thing.
"I think we'll go to the borders first, perhaps take RiverClan first, they have the nicest smell of the surrounding clans.." She said, before taking a big breath. "Buteeh.. I don't think I'll be able to spot my own apprentice.. I've only spent time with her once, so I haven't picked up on the vibrations she makes and such, like I have with you and my family.. So, if you see the average newly appointed apprentice type of molly coming towards us, do tell me.. Also, her name is Badgerpaw" She said, trying to ask for help in the most casual way that she could.
She felt mixed about whether she was fit for the role of a mentor. She couldn't even find her own apprentice!

(Sorry for short post :3 )

[Random Melody]

( Spirit The Eye Of The Storm )
"Ant?" Snowstar echoed, pricking her ears up faintly as she smiled down at the young kit. "That's a really cool name." She paused for a moment, thinking, then added, "do you want it to just stay Ant, or Antkit, like the other kits?" She tilted her head, her ice blue eyes focused intently on the young Tom kit and a gentle smile on her face. She wouldnt force him to be called Antkit, but she didnt really understand why he would object to it, since she thought the name sounded pretty cool honestly. But she also knew that Clan names could sound a bit odd to loners and rogues, and kittypets, especially, although from the looks of the kit she doubted he was a kittypet. If he is, then his twolegs need to take better care of him,

[Doodle]

@The Eye Of The Storm
Specklecloud sat besides the camp entrance, her white tail tip flicking back and forth as she waited. It wasn't hard for herself to stay entertained as she watched an ant carrying some food back to a nearby anthill. Her eyes narrowed curiously as she watched the ants hustle, and she found herself wondering if they structured themselves like the clan. Did they have 'senior ants' rather than senior warriors? If she pondered her questions aloud, the young molly was sure her fellow warriors would laugh at her. But to her, it wasn't such an absurd idea. Why wouldn't the ants be like them?

A soft breeze shook her out of her thoughts, and Specklecloud glanced around the clearing. Soon she would be out hunting, one of her least favorite activities. She gave herself some reassurance that she couldn't come back empty pawed this time- not when there was so much prey scurrying about in the forest. That was probably why greenleaf was the ginger molly's favorite season; she would look like less of a fool during this season. A flash of uncertainty passed through her; why weren't the rest of the patrol here yet? Had she missed them? No, Specklecloud was sure she was on time for once. Her gaze swept the clearing once more, trying to pinpoint who was on patrol with her, but she must've zoned out when they were assigned as no name came to her mind. So, she was left to wait.

[AbsurdJinx]

@Spirit (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=102)

(Sorry about that! Was busy all day ;w; )

Badgerpaw felt different today. Like she had a purpose... or no... she was supposed to be doing something, but what? The new apprentice had been staying in camp, almost bursting with energy and excitement to go out into the territory to explore, but in fear that she would get in trouble decided against it. Instead, Badgerpaw surveyed the clearing, her tail and head held high as she scanned to try and find her mentor. To be honest, she vaguely remembered what her mentor looked like, perhaps her mentor would recognize her first? Shaking her head from the thought, she placed her rump on the ground, her eyes scanning the cats as she settled on a vaguely familiar shape and pattern. Perhaps that was her mentor?

Spirit... Spirit something. Tilting her head, her ears quickly following, Badgerpaw quickly leaped back up and began to wave her tail in hopes that her mentor would see her, if it was her. She was indeed waving to the right cat, although the molly had no idea that her mentor could literally not see her.



@AbsurdJinx (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=192)

Spiritsight peered awkwardly at Flareheart. She was thankful that he knew how hard it was for her to ask for help, for she was about to ask for even more of said thing.
"I think we'll go to the borders first, perhaps take RiverClan first, they have the nicest smell of the surrounding clans.." She said, before taking a big breath. "Buteeh.. I don't think I'll be able to spot my own apprentice.. I've only spent time with her once, so I haven't picked up on the vibrations she makes and such, like I have with you and my family.. So, if you see the average newly appointed apprentice type of molly coming towards us, do tell me.. Also, her name is Badgerpaw" She said, trying to ask for help in the most casual way that she could.
She felt mixed about whether she was fit for the role of a mentor. She couldn't even find her own apprentice!

(Sorry for short post :3 )


Flareheart wondered how Spiritsight thought RiverClan smelled nice, causing him to release an arrogant snort of amusement. And then he took note of her somewhat forced casual tone, which brought on a surge of frustration. He often wished she would freely ask him for help, instead of being stubborn. But then again, her stubbornness made her who she currently is, and he wouldn't ask for anything else. Flareheart scoffed and rolled his eyes teasingly before answering her. ``I've got you, Spiritsight.`` He let his tail-tip brush her flank reassuringly before he spun around to face the clearing.

Opening his jaws wide, Flareheart called out, ``Badgerpaw! Badgerpaw! Is there a Badgerpaw here?`` And then he spotted a younger-looking feline, waving her tail while looking in the direction of both him and Spiritsight. He put two and two together. ``Oh!`` He chirped happily, followed by a quick and joyful chuckle. He beckoned the younger she-cat over with a brief flick of his tail. ``Here she comes.``

[lone]

Kestrelpaw entered the clearing, her sandy pelt groomed and her hues glancing around sharply. She'd just gotten back from hunting - and dropped her prey on the fresh-kill pile. Now she was looking for her brother who, to be honest, was one of her best friends at the moment. See, Kestrelpaw had problems making friends. So her family were some of the closest cats to her. There was Firepaw... the brother she was currently looking for, and then Sunpaw. Sunpaw. That poor boy was always flirting, and she was beginning to grow sick of it. So, Kestrelpaw would simply sit and wait for him to realize what he was doing wrong before she pointed it out to him. Sunpaw was smart. He should understand that this was wrong, and yet Kestrelpaw hadn't seen him stop yet. Ugh, why did it have to be up to her? Why couldn't someone else stop his ridiculous flirting?
　
How she wished the tom could see that if he were to just be normal - well, normal in the sense that he wasn't acting like a fool - he would probably find the right she cats instead of the wrong ones. Kestrelpaw had tried to pick and choose for him, but she wasn't any better at playing matchmaker. Love was a word that didn't seem to have much effect on Kestrelpaw, and she shrugged if off as though it were nothing.
　
Why? Who knew why Kestrelpaw did anything. But one thing was for certain, and that was that this sandy feline was not someone who was going to be won over easily. Not under any circumstances would she fall in love... and it was a good thing everyone knew that already.
Aztec Ruins

[ameko]

Snowstar looked up, her gaze flickering over to Fennelnose. As her deputy peered in, she flicked an ear to beckon them inside, looking briefly concerned at their exhausted tone. The Siamese gave Stormstrike an apologetic look before clearing her throat. "Yes, Fennelnose?" She asked, turning her attention back to Fennelnose as she tilted her head.

Fennelnose spared Stormstrike a glance, gaze quickly scanning the warrior before they turned back towards their leader, dipping their head in the respect they had forgot to give them when they interrupted. Stepping in the den and settling down near the entrance, they began. “Assuming you aren’t aware, Remorapaw is being treated in ShadowClan’s Medicine Cat Den as we speak.” Their mouth formed a frown, outwardly showing their disapproval at their kit being in another Clan’s camp. “I would like to visit them, if it isn’t a problem..?” They ended their inquiry with a raised pitch, leaving all the time in the world for Snowstar to respond. Hopefully, they would agree to their request.

But there was still a lingering, annoying thought in the back of the deputy’s mind that insisted that this was a bad idea.

[Random Melody]

Fennelnose spared Stormstrike a glance, gaze quickly scanning the warrior before they turned back towards their leader, dipping their head in the respect they had forgot to give them when they interrupted. Stepping in the den and settling down near the entrance, they began. “Assuming you aren’t aware, Remorapaw is being treated in ShadowClan’s Medicine Cat Den as we speak.” Their mouth formed a frown, outwardly showing their disapproval at their kit being in another Clan’s camp. “I would like to visit them, if it isn’t a problem..?” They ended their inquiry with a raised pitch, leaving all the time in the world for Snowstar to respond. Hopefully, they would agree to their request.

But there was still a lingering, annoying thought in the back of the deputy’s mind that insisted that this was a bad idea.


Snowstar blinked at her deputy as they spoke, and responded immediately. "Of course," If her kit was being healed in another Clan, Snowstar wouldnt like that either. She knew that ThunderClan would probably need their deputy, but Snowstar wouldnt stop Fennelnose from going to visit their kit. "Of course," She repeated herself. "Go." She just felt glad that she wasnt feeling as annoyed as usual, but she did want Fennelnose to go before she changed her mind again, since she was unpredictable even to herself at the moment.

[ameko]

The ginger Tom was taken aback by the deputy's sudden mood change but decided to settle down a little after realising that they were just joking around. "I think they should be apprentices or if they're lucky, very new warriors. I'd like to meet them again...but not in battle, I pray. I'd rather it was at a gathering where all is peaceful than a bloody battleground. But of course, despite wanting to defend my kin, they are my second commitment, I am first loyal to ThunderClan and I'd fight with all of me in any battle." His whiskers twitched. He felt much calmer now. HarmonyBlade knew that Fennelnose could sense how intimidated the young warrior was.

[ wow, terribly sorry for this late reply, and this sudden ending - i'm resigning fennelnose, but i didn't want to simply drop this roleplay right now ]

“That’s good,” Fennelnose responded, a small smile curling on their maw. They found this warrior to be… likeable. It wouldn’t hurt to talk with them for a while longer. But… responsibilities. Almost as if they were talking to themself, they murmured, “If only all of the Clans were peaceful with one another.” They didn’t know that Fennelnose themself would be the one to raise the tensions. Their eyes flickered towards Harmonyblade’s, and they straightened their posture, raising their voice. “Well, this was a very nice chat,” they began, sneaking a glance towards Snowstar’s den, “but I’m afraid I have to get back to my duties.”

And with that, they stood and made their way towards the leader’s den, pausing outside and turning back towards the warrior. “We should talk again sometime, yeah?”

[monfang]

Kestrelpaw entered the clearing, her sandy pelt groomed and her hues glancing around sharply. She'd just gotten back from hunting - and dropped her prey on the fresh-kill pile. Now she was looking for her brother who, to be honest, was one of her best friends at the moment. See, Kestrelpaw had problems making friends. So her family were some of the closest cats to her. There was Firepaw... the brother she was currently looking for, and then Sunpaw. Sunpaw. That poor boy was always flirting, and she was beginning to grow sick of it. So, Kestrelpaw would simply sit and wait for him to realize what he was doing wrong before she pointed it out to him. Sunpaw was smart. He should understand that this was wrong, and yet Kestrelpaw hadn't seen him stop yet. Ugh, why did it have to be up to her? Why couldn't someone else stop his ridiculous flirting?
　
How she wished the tom could see that if he were to just be normal - well, normal in the sense that he wasn't acting like a fool - he would probably find the right she cats instead of the wrong ones. Kestrelpaw had tried to pick and choose for him, but she wasn't any better at playing matchmaker. Love was a word that didn't seem to have much effect on Kestrelpaw, and she shrugged if off as though it were nothing.
　
Why? Who knew why Kestrelpaw did anything. But one thing was for certain, and that was that this sandy feline was not someone who was going to be won over easily. Not under any circumstances would she fall in love... and it was a good thing everyone knew that already.
Aztec Ruins
Firepaw sat back, shaking his head silently in thought of his brother’s constant flirtatious attitude. One of these days he’s gunna get into some big trouble… thought the orange and white tabby. But he did no action to stop him. Firepaw wasn’t the stopping stuff kind of cat. He was too shy, too timid for all of that. Heck he could barely talk to a she-cat let alone trying to stop Sunpaw. Lifting his head he saw Kestrelpaw walk into the clearing and he smiled. The only she-cat he knew he could talk to. “Kestrel!” he finally piped up stepping over and walking up to her. “How was training?” he asked, smiling sweetly at her, tail flicking. He was always happy to see her, considering she was his sister, and also she was fun to be around. “Did you do anything cool? Did you see any rival warriors from the opposite clans?” he asked with a sort of, well to put it bluntly, overly dramatic breathy gasp before his last question. Ah, Firepaw, always fascinated with the smallest things. Did he care? Nope.

[ameko]

Snowstar blinked at her deputy as they spoke, and responded immediately. "Of course," If her kit was being healed in another Clan, Snowstar wouldnt like that either. She knew that ThunderClan would probably need their deputy, but Snowstar wouldnt stop Fennelnose from going to visit their kit. "Of course," She repeated herself. "Go." She just felt glad that she wasnt feeling as annoyed as usual, but she did want Fennelnose to go before she changed her mind again, since she was unpredictable even to herself at the moment.

Fennelnose felt a weight lift off of their shoulders. “Thank you,” they murmured, dipping their head once more. Another thought floated into their mind, though this one was more passive: would they need a patrol to accompany them? No. Too many cats would come on too strong, be too aggressive. Surely they would be fine, going through unfamiliar territory alone. They could just find a patrol and ask that they bring them to their camp. Without another word, they rose to their feet and padded out of the den. Maybe I’ll see Harmonyblade on the way out. Maybe we could chat some more, they thought. What an optimistic thought for Fennelnose.

[lone]

Firepaw sat back, shaking his head silently in thought of his brother’s constant flirtatious attitude. One of these days he’s gunna get into some big trouble… thought the orange and white tabby. But he did no action to stop him. Firepaw wasn’t the stopping stuff kind of cat. He was too shy, too timid for all of that. Heck he could barely talk to a she-cat let alone trying to stop Sunpaw. Lifting his head he saw Kestrelpaw walk into the clearing and he smiled. The only she-cat he knew he could talk to. “Kestrel!” he finally piped up stepping over and walking up to her. “How was training?” he asked, smiling sweetly at her, tail flicking. He was always happy to see her, considering she was his sister, and also she was fun to be around. “Did you do anything cool? Did you see any rival warriors from the opposite clans?” he asked with a sort of, well to put it bluntly, overly dramatic breathy gasp before his last question. Ah, Firepaw, always fascinated with the smallest things. Did he care? Nope.

"Hey, Firepaw." Kestrelpaw grinned at her brother with a flick of her own tail. Sunpaw might be the one who was fun to compete with and joke around with, but there was no other cat like Firepaw for having conversations. He was probably the one cat who knew all her secrets. Aime'Storm was a close second, but even he was not as knowledgable on Kestrelpaw's adventures as her brother was. "Oh, I just went hunting today. You know how it is - Aime'Storm has a long pelt, hot day, late in the morning, kinda hard to do much training right now. We're doing some battle training later as far as I know, though!" She mewed with another smile. See, Sunpaw didn't ask as much about her day. Firepaw? He never failed to ask her how she was doing. Kestrelpaw might be a logical cat, one who had never really had much of a playful kithood, but she always enjoyed being cheerful around him. It was impossible not to smile! He was constantly smiling, and it made her cheer up almost instantly! "No rival warriors. I don't see how there could have been any, there's such a guard up - thank goodness WindClan's too scared to come over here. And, you never really see anything cool hunting." She mewed, her hues flashing with excitement as she spoke about WindClan and then dulling as she continued. There was the logical side of Kestrelpaw, coming out to quickly disillusion the idea that there might be rival warriors or "something cool" out there.

[monfang]

"Hey, Firepaw." Kestrelpaw grinned at her brother with a flick of her own tail. Sunpaw might be the one who was fun to compete with and joke around with, but there was no other cat like Firepaw for having conversations. He was probably the one cat who knew all her secrets. Aime'Storm was a close second, but even he was not as knowledgable on Kestrelpaw's adventures as her brother was. "Oh, I just went hunting today. You know how it is - Aime'Storm has a long pelt, hot day, late in the morning, kinda hard to do much training right now. We're doing some battle training later as far as I know, though!" She mewed with another smile. See, Sunpaw didn't ask as much about her day. Firepaw? He never failed to ask her how she was doing. Kestrelpaw might be a logical cat, one who had never really had much of a playful kithood, but she always enjoyed being cheerful around him. It was impossible not to smile! He was constantly smiling, and it made her cheer up almost instantly! "No rival warriors. I don't see how there could have been any, there's such a guard up - thank goodness WindClan's too scared to come over here. And, you never really see anything cool hunting." She mewed, her hues flashing with excitement as she spoke about WindClan and then dulling as she continued. There was the logical side of Kestrelpaw, coming out to quickly disillusion the idea that there might be rival warriors or "something cool" out there.

Purring at her response, he nodded. “Yeah. Aime’Storm is pretty cool though.” he said, and he had a flash of pride when she brought up WindClan. “Yeah! Let those rabbittails come over into ThunderClan territory! I’ll kick their butts!” he meowed triumphantly-- until a snap made him jump. Back arched, he looked down only to see a broken twig beneath him, and he relaxed, his body tingled with embarrassment. “Well, maybe.” he said with a chuckle laced with an embarrassed sound. He clearing his throat and straightened up, looking at Kestrelpaw. Them two were like two peas in a pod. He knew everything about her, and she knew everything about him. Her logical mind was helpful, and he knew he was one of the only people who could always make her laugh. Always. “Well, wanna go walk around the territory? It’s always fun to watch the birds and run along the trees, right?” he asked, purring once again.

[lone]

Purring at her response, he nodded. “Yeah. Aime’Storm is pretty cool though.” he said, and he had a flash of pride when she brought up WindClan. “Yeah! Let those rabbittails come over into ThunderClan territory! I’ll kick their butts!” he meowed triumphantly-- until a snap made him jump. Back arched, he looked down only to see a broken twig beneath him, and he relaxed, his body tingled with embarrassment. “Well, maybe.” he said with a chuckle laced with an embarrassed sound. He clearing his throat and straightened up, looking at Kestrelpaw. Them two were like two peas in a pod. He knew everything about her, and she knew everything about him. Her logical mind was helpful, and he knew he was one of the only people who could always make her laugh. Always. “Well, wanna go walk around the territory? It’s always fun to watch the birds and run along the trees, right?” he asked, purring once again.

Kestrelpaw's whiskers twitched in amusement and she tried not to laugh - not wanting to hurt his feelings - but pretty soon she couldn't help it. It was impossible not to laugh around Firepaw! And, that was a good thing. To her, the Clan needed more of those Firepaw-like cats who were always willing to be there. "I just came from the territory." She pointed out, her laugh ceasing and her eyes looking more serious all of a sudden. Why was she denying Firepaw this, though? No reason. No reason at all. So, she sighed and got up. "But hey, anything for you, brother." Batting at him lightly, she shook her head with a half-exasperated expression. The territory was a good place to hang out. She often went there to think, but it was also a good place for playing - the trees provided excellent coverage for Kestrelpaw, at least they would if her pelt were darker. As it was, the sandy color tended to give her away in their games, but she was willing to play them with Firepaw, Sunpaw, or Aime'Storm. Those three cats were the only ones who got to see how playful she could really be.
　
　
　
Stormwing hadn't been having much luck lately. Even as an apprentice it had seemed she was doomed to failure, and to be honest, the silver tabby didn't understand why. She'd become a warrior - sucessful wasn't exactly the word for it, though. She was unable to engage in conversation very well at first... and why? Because it felt awkward or scary or some other strange and annoying emotion. And she hated this. She hated feeling like every cat she met was going to reject her, disappear, or die. Romantically speaking anyways. Crowpaw, gone. Hiddentalon, dead. Leafwatcher, gone. And Tigerpaw had just rejected her... she knew it... so Stormwing was left alone. At least she still had friends, but they were often busy or she wasn't so sure she would call them friends. And perhaps that was why Stormwing was sitting alone in the clearing, on a beautiful day - a day that should have been one she would be out and about on. A day that she should be happy about, but she wasn't. And so the poor silver tabby sat and watched. Waited. Hoping that perhaps today would be the day she was able to fix all of her bad luck.
(here we go woly)

[graves]

Kestrelpaw's whiskers twitched in amusement and she tried not to laugh - not wanting to hurt his feelings - but pretty soon she couldn't help it. It was impossible not to laugh around Firepaw! And, that was a good thing. To her, the Clan needed more of those Firepaw-like cats who were always willing to be there. "I just came from the territory." She pointed out, her laugh ceasing and her eyes looking more serious all of a sudden. Why was she denying Firepaw this, though? No reason. No reason at all. So, she sighed and got up. "But hey, anything for you, brother." Batting at him lightly, she shook her head with a half-exasperated expression. The territory was a good place to hang out. She often went there to think, but it was also a good place for playing - the trees provided excellent coverage for Kestrelpaw, at least they would if her pelt were darker. As it was, the sandy color tended to give her away in their games, but she was willing to play them with Firepaw, Sunpaw, or Aime'Storm. Those three cats were the only ones who got to see how playful she could really be.
　
　
　
Stormwing hadn't been having much luck lately. Even as an apprentice it had seemed she was doomed to failure, and to be honest, the silver tabby didn't understand why. She'd become a warrior - sucessful wasn't exactly the word for it, though. She was unable to engage in conversation very well at first... and why? Because it felt awkward or scary or some other strange and annoying emotion. And she hated this. She hated feeling like every cat she met was going to reject her, disappear, or die. Romantically speaking anyways. Crowpaw, gone. Hiddentalon, dead. Leafwatcher, gone. And Tigerpaw had just rejected her... she knew it... so Stormwing was left alone. At least she still had friends, but they were often busy or she wasn't so sure she would call them friends. And perhaps that was why Stormwing was sitting alone in the clearing, on a beautiful day - a day that should have been one she would be out and about on. A day that she should be happy about, but she wasn't. And so the poor silver tabby sat and watched. Waited. Hoping that perhaps today would be the day she was able to fix all of her bad luck.
(here we go woly)

Littlefoot slipped out of the warriors den with a yawn. It was morning, a time he liked to stretch his legs and bask in the sunlight before going out for patrols. He normally would eat something and head out, not having many friends and finding it hard to socialize, he kept himself busy with patrols, and warriors duties. He was smaller, drastically smaller then the other warriors, but he didnt let it stop him from keeping up. Hazel eyes wandered along the clearing and his eye caught sight of a molly. He had seen her around a few times, Stormwing was it? They have probably had small talk during patrols, but nothing much. He was shy, but he couldnt stand another cat being alone. Picking up a small bird from the freshkill pile he trotted his way over to the grey feline, a soft smile on his face. He put the bird down infront of her,"Care to share this bird with me?"

[lone]

Littlefoot slipped out of the warriors den with a yawn. It was morning, a time he liked to stretch his legs and bask in the sunlight before going out for patrols. He normally would eat something and head out, not having many friends and finding it hard to socialize, he kept himself busy with patrols, and warriors duties. He was smaller, drastically smaller then the other warriors, but he didnt let it stop him from keeping up. Hazel eyes wandered along the clearing and his eye caught sight of a molly. He had seen her around a few times, Stormwing was it? They have probably had small talk during patrols, but nothing much. He was shy, but he couldnt stand another cat being alone. Picking up a small bird from the freshkill pile he trotted his way over to the grey feline, a soft smile on his face. He put the bird down infront of her,"Care to share this bird with me?"

Stormwing looked up at the tom in alarm, her features becoming more nervous as he approached. What was she supposed to say? Take a breath. You can do this. Your thoughts come out clear, c'mon Storm... "I... I guess, I m-mean... as long as you don't mind." Did that come out right? You're fine. Look at him, see? She had confidence, it just was normally - hidden. After all, not having much luck the past few moons hadn't exactly boosted it through the roof. If anything it was lower then before. But, this tom seemed sincere... and she had seen him before, it was just difficult to recall his name. Little... something, she couldn't remember. Littleheart? No, no, that wouldn't be a good name. Littlepelt? Little... Little... why couldn't Stormwing remember this? Perhaps she had been too busy wrapped up in her own world or something. That was the most logical explanation. She glanced up at him, offering him an uneasy smile. Soon her thoughts and voice would gather themselves and she would be able to speak easier.

[graves]

Stormwing looked up at the tom in alarm, her features becoming more nervous as he approached. What was she supposed to say? Take a breath. You can do this. Your thoughts come out clear, c'mon Storm... "I... I guess, I m-mean... as long as you don't mind." Did that come out right? You're fine. Look at him, see? She had confidence, it just was normally - hidden. After all, not having much luck the past few moons hadn't exactly boosted it through the roof. If anything it was lower then before. But, this tom seemed sincere... and she had seen him before, it was just difficult to recall his name. Little... something, she couldn't remember. Littleheart? No, no, that wouldn't be a good name. Littlepelt? Little... Little... why couldn't Stormwing remember this? Perhaps she had been too busy wrapped up in her own world or something. That was the most logical explanation. She glanced up at him, offering him an uneasy smile. Soon her thoughts and voice would gather themselves and she would be able to speak easier.[/CENTER]

Littlefoot nodded as he gave a smile,"I dont mind, I could use the company." he didnt want to make the shecat feel bad and mention how she was alone, so he avoided the subject. Basing it on her voice she sounded a bit nervous or startled, but Littlefoot was a gentle tom. He always didnt know alot about personal space, sitting down next to her and not really caring that their pelts were brushing. It was just who he was, he never meant to make others uncomfortable or think he was pulling moves on them. He just enjoyed physical company. He wasnt one with words, so he gave silent comfort by nudging the bird towards her a bit, "Go ahead and have the first bite."

[ladybugg03]

ladybugg03
Browntail looked at the kits with a soft gaze. They were so precious. She remembered her days of kithood and wonderful love of Sara. Her heart filled with sorrow at the thought of her deceased mother but tried not to let it show. Instead, she looked over at Oakfall and saw his face sadden slightly. Her instinct to help took over and she said, "Can I talk to you outside?"

[lone]

Littlefoot nodded as he gave a smile,"I dont mind, I could use the company." he didnt want to make the shecat feel bad and mention how she was alone, so he avoided the subject. Basing it on her voice she sounded a bit nervous or startled, but Littlefoot was a gentle tom. He always didnt know alot about personal space, sitting down next to her and not really caring that their pelts were brushing. It was just who he was, he never meant to make others uncomfortable or think he was pulling moves on them. He just enjoyed physical company. He wasnt one with words, so he gave silent comfort by nudging the bird towards her a bit, "Go ahead and have the first bite."
"O-oh, thank you..." Stormwing's voice trailed off as she took a bite out of the bird. She wasn't quite sure why Littlefoot was being so nice to her, but she appreciated his kindness. It meant a lot that he was going to be friendly. Then again, every relationship she'd ever had had started out this way. Time to be careful. She pushed the bird towards the tom with a paw, just then realizing that their pelts were touching - but it didn't matter. Clanmates were always sharing tongues, or something like that. So physical contact didn't bother her very much. She glanced over towards the tom, wondering why he had approached her now. "S-so... I... um... your name is Little - Littlefang, right?" Littlefang sounded about right.

[graves]

"O-oh, thank you..." Stormwing's voice trailed off as she took a bite out of the bird. She wasn't quite sure why Littlefoot was being so nice to her, but she appreciated his kindness. It meant a lot that he was going to be friendly. Then again, every relationship she'd ever had had started out this way. Time to be careful. She pushed the bird towards the tom with a paw, just then realizing that their pelts were touching - but it didn't matter. Clanmates were always sharing tongues, or something like that. So physical contact didn't bother her very much. She glanced over towards the tom, wondering why he had approached her now. "S-so... I... um... your name is Little - Littlefang, right?" Littlefang sounded about right.

"Its Littlefoot, but Littlefang sounds much cooler." he gave a small chuckle and leaned forward to take a bite from the bird, mouth watering at the taste. He hadnt eaten for awhile and it felt nice to eat with company. Just by listening to her voice he could tell the other warrior was nervous about something something. He didnt know what, but it seemed to be bothering her a bit. "How are you? Is everything alright?" His tone was softer. He didnt want to get in other cats business but, he did care.

[Crumbleless]

Browntail looked at the kits with a soft gaze. They were so precious. She remembered her days of kithood and wonderful love of Sara. Her heart filled with sorrow at the thought of her deceased mother but tried not to let it show. Instead, she looked over at Oakfall and saw his face sadden slightly. Her instinct to help took over and she said, "Can I talk to you outside?"

Oakfall gave a slight nod to Browntail, a flash of curiosity sparking in his eyes. What might she need to tell me? "Of course. You can tell me anything. He padded through the small entrance quickly glancing back once to make sure the she-cat was following.

[ladybugg03]

Fox the Mighty
The brown and white tabby walked out of the nursery and found a deserted spot. She was aware that this might be personal and she wanted to keep it discreet. Browntail turned around and smiled softly. "I understand that you might not want to talk but...you seem sad for moment. Why?" She immediately wanted to take it back but it had already been said. Realizing what she had done, her head lowered. "I'm sorry," she muttered.

[lone]

"Its Littlefoot, but Littlefang sounds much cooler." he gave a small chuckle and leaned forward to take a bite from the bird, mouth watering at the taste. He hadnt eaten for awhile and it felt nice to eat with company. Just by listening to her voice he could tell the other warrior was nervous about something something. He didnt know what, but it seemed to be bothering her a bit. "How are you? Is everything alright?" His tone was softer. He didnt want to get in other cats business but, he did care.

"Oh! I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to..." Stormwing could feel herself flushing with embarassment, her pelt heating up as she did so. There was nothing worse then getting a clanmate's name wrong, and the silver tabby hated it. "I'm fine... I'm fine, just - you know - meeting other cats is kind of stressful for me, sometimes, heh..." Unlike some cats, Stormwing wasn't nervous to share the fact that she was nervous about meeting others with them. It was nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone got nervous sometimes, Stormwing just a little more then others. She glanced at Littlefoot to see if she could see any sign of nervousness in his expression. None. Darn... part of her had been hoping that she would, for whatever reason. "How are you doing?" She asked, with a curious expression. That was the polite thing to do, right? See how he was doing as well?

[Crumbleless]

Fox the Mighty
The brown and white tabby walked out of the nursery and found a deserted spot. She was aware that this might be personal and she wanted to keep it discreet. Browntail turned around and smiled softly. "I understand that you might not want to talk but...you seem sad for moment. Why?" She immediately wanted to take it back but it had already been said. Realizing what she had done, her head lowered. "I'm sorry," she muttered.
Oakfall followed quickly behind Browntail as they moved away from the other cats. He returned her warm smile in hope he hadn't made her feel bad eariler. Oakfall blinked with realization at what she had taken him away from the others for. "Oh! Its ok. I just... have bad memories from the nursery. My younger sister, Juniperkit, died from a fox when we were still kits. I'm all right though, just a little... Shovked I still felt bad about her death." The brown tabby tom looked away everynow and then as he spoke but returned to his smile after he turned back to Browntail.

[ladybugg03]

Oakfall followed quickly behind Browntail as they moved away from the other cats. He returned her warm smile in hope he hadn't made her feel bad eariler. Oakfall blinked with realization at what she had taken him away from the others for. "Oh! Its ok. I just... have bad memories from the nursery. My younger sister, Juniperkit, died from a fox when we were still kits. I'm all right though, just a little... Shovked I still felt bad about her death." The brown tabby tom looked away everynow and then as he spoke but returned to his smile after he turned back to Browntail.
Browntail looked up in surprise that he had answered her question willingly. For a moment, she just stared. "I'm so sorry," she meowed finally. She knew what it felt like to loose someone you care about at a young age. It was tough. A small reassuring smile crept across her face. "I'm sure she would be proud of you," she said.

[Ivy]

"I got mom's looks, so I'm prettier!" Brookkit said, cuffing her ears as well. "You got nothing compared to me, because mom is prettier than dad!" He squeaked angrily and tackled her again.

"You cant be pretty, Brookie." Sne scoffed. "Dad is strong and mom says he ws super popular with all the she cats!" She argued as she tried to shove him off.

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

Silverpaw nods enthusiastically and flicks her tail in amusement.
"Then follow me I'll show you around the territory some other time i wanna teach you some hunting ane fighting techniques" he said

[Gone]

"You cant be pretty, Brookie." Sne scoffed. "Dad is strong and mom says he ws super popular with all the she cats!" She argued as she tried to shove him off.
"Mommy never said that, we're always together, so I know what she says and what she doesn't say!" He said and held her down a whole lot harder, putting all his weight on it.

[Starfall]

pupy (sorry for the wait) the brown tabby was pleased with her findings so far, she spotted a tall tom with sharp eyes, a buff grey tabby, she was assuming that it was a molly, and finally a feminine looking ebony tom, they would prove useful to her in the future. She then turned her attention back to the apprentice in front of her and lifted her chin, although she knew that sloepaw understood that clover was in charge the tabby had to show the other that she knew it as well 'putting all expectations aside at the moment i am going to test you.' she stated, knowing that the word test often times made everyone anxcious, the sharp minded apprentice needed the others wits about her at all times, they were up against her brother after all, his decetfulness makes up where his intellect lacks. 'point out three cats you believe will be usefull pawns for me.' she said, her amber orbs flickered with curiosity but her face made her look as though she was bored, and in reality she was, she already knew who exactly was going to be appart of her group, there were even a few cats outside of thunderclan she planned on recruting.

[monfang]

Kestrelpaw's whiskers twitched in amusement and she tried not to laugh - not wanting to hurt his feelings - but pretty soon she couldn't help it. It was impossible not to laugh around Firepaw! And, that was a good thing. To her, the Clan needed more of those Firepaw-like cats who were always willing to be there. "I just came from the territory." She pointed out, her laugh ceasing and her eyes looking more serious all of a sudden. Why was she denying Firepaw this, though? No reason. No reason at all. So, she sighed and got up. "But hey, anything for you, brother." Batting at him lightly, she shook her head with a half-exasperated expression. The territory was a good place to hang out. She often went there to think, but it was also a good place for playing - the trees provided excellent coverage for Kestrelpaw, at least they would if her pelt were darker. As it was, the sandy color tended to give her away in their games, but she was willing to play them with Firepaw, Sunpaw, or Aime'Storm. Those three cats were the only ones who got to see how playful she could really be.


He heard her laugh and for a moment his ears dropped but then he began to laugh with her. He couldn't help it. When she went serious he felt his ears drooped again. ...anything for you... he smiled, his green orbs brightening. He gave a laugh and a small shoulder shove in response to her batting. "Hey!" he giggled. He bounded ahead of her, looking back towards her, green orbs gleaming with a purr escaping his mouth. Something with his look many saw an innocent tom with a good heart. People didn't need to know him, they just had to see his look.

[Barnabas]

Cristalline

Yellowpaw woke up and looked around the den for Soulpaw. "Where is that lazy fur ball?" She wondered with a giggle. The apprentice shook her pelt before cleaning her back fur. The calico she-cat saw Soulpaw's fur.

[Ghostly Cristalline]

Cristalline

Yellowpaw woke up and looked around the den for Soulpaw. "Where is that lazy fur ball?" She wondered with a giggle. The apprentice shook her pelt before cleaning her back fur. The calico she-cat saw Soulpaw's fur.

Soulpaw woke up to hearing Where is that lazy fur ball and stood up, stretching his back legs with a long yawn. He walked over to Yellowpaw in an annoying way. "Hi sweetheart." Meowed Soulpaw, flirting. Soulpaw was always the Tom who would flirt with all the she-cats. He smoothed down the fur on top of his head with paw.

[Barnabas]

Soulpaw woke up to hearing Where is that lazy fur ball and stood up, stretching his back legs with a long yawn. He walked over to Yellowpaw in an annoying way. "Hi sweetheart." Meowed Soulpaw, flirting. Soulpaw was always the Tom who would flirt with all the she-cats. He smoothed down the fur on top of his head with paw.

"Don't call me sweetheart!" Howled Yellowpaw playfully, pinning him down with a purr. The apprentice batted at his ear playfully. "Do you surrender?" Wondered Yellowpaw, flirting back.

[NightWarrior4Life]

[ wow, terribly sorry for this late reply, and this sudden ending - i'm resigning fennelnose, but i didn't want to simply drop this roleplay right now ]

“That’s good,” Fennelnose responded, a small smile curling on their maw. They found this warrior to be… likeable. It wouldn’t hurt to talk with them for a while longer. But… responsibilities. Almost as if they were talking to themself, they murmured, “If only all of the Clans were peaceful with one another.” They didn’t know that Fennelnose themself would be the one to raise the tensions. Their eyes flickered towards Harmonyblade’s, and they straightened their posture, raising their voice. “Well, this was a very nice chat,” they began, sneaking a glance towards Snowstar’s den, “but I’m afraid I have to get back to my duties.”

And with that, they stood and made their way towards the leader’s den, pausing outside and turning back towards the warrior. “We should talk again sometime, yeah?”
HarmonyBlade sighed "yes...I hope they do, for the wellbeing of every cat and clan...unfortunately that's not how things are working out right now..." As Fennelnose got ready to leave, HarmonyBlade nodded understandingly. "Thank you Fennelnose, this talk rather did make me feel better. I'll see you later..." and with that, the two parted ways
(Aww how come? Well whatever happens TC will have faith in your decision. Fennelnose is a great Tom. And I send good luck to the new deputy)

[Dust]

Flareheart wondered how Spiritsight thought RiverClan smelled nice, causing him to release an arrogant snort of amusement. And then he took note of her somewhat forced casual tone, which brought on a surge of frustration. He often wished she would freely ask him for help, instead of being stubborn. But then again, her stubbornness made her who she currently is, and he wouldn't ask for anything else. Flareheart scoffed and rolled his eyes teasingly before answering her. ``I've got you, Spiritsight.`` He let his tail-tip brush her flank reassuringly before he spun around to face the clearing.

Opening his jaws wide, Flareheart called out, ``Badgerpaw! Badgerpaw! Is there a Badgerpaw here?`` And then he spotted a younger-looking feline, waving her tail while looking in the direction of both him and Spiritsight. He put two and two together. ``Oh!`` He chirped happily, followed by a quick and joyful chuckle. He beckoned the younger she-cat over with a brief flick of his tail. ``Here she comes.``



Spirit

Confusion was evident on her face as she stopped waving, staring at the cat she believed to be her mentor, and the cat next to her that was calling her name. Did she get it wrong? She was sure that the other was her mentor? As Flareheart beckoned her over, Bagderpaw hesitantly complied and the bi-color cat bounded up to the two, her ears flicking back and forth. She was still sporting some kitten fluff and appeared much rounder and softer than the two warriors present before her.

Huffing slightly, the apprentice looked back and forth between the two, her tail flicking rapidly back and forth. She was, of course, frustrated she had been stuck in camp, but also because she was confused as to why another cat had been calling her name. Not many warriors knew her, did they? Looking at Flareheart, her confusion evident on her face, she opened her maw slightly like she was going to say something before she closed her mouth and looked at Spiritsight.

"Do I have two mentors now?" It was a legitimate question. Was she being juggled back and forth between warriors? She certainly hoped not! Really, Badgerpaw didn't know if she should be embarrassed or upset, but what was really bothering her was the almost empty stare her suspected mentor was giving her. What is she looking at?

[Spirit]

Spiritsight smiled as she finally felt the pressure waves of soft paws bounding towards them, and was finally able to visualize a look on how the apprentice was built, from the waves the sound and impact from her paw-steps sent up through her legs and body.
"There you are Badgerpaw. I'm sorry I haven't really found you before. I thought it was time for you to go explore the territory" She began, her completely mist-colored eyes focusing on nothing, staring straight ahead. Her irises were completely gray and faded, making her eyes -completely- misty colored, with no trace of black in the middle. Almost as if they were inhabited by ghosts. Her head was however facing the right direction, having felt the waves from where Badgerpaw was standing. During her life, she had learned to navigate perfectly. The only reason as to why she had not been able to spot Badgerpaw herself was the fact that she was not completely used to her scent and way of walking as of yet. But she hopefully would be soon.
Stepping a bit nervously from paw to paw, the blind cat decided not to mention her disability. Some of her siblings hadn't even noticed yet. Flareheart only knew because she had told him when she was but a kit.
"I am still your mentor, but I thought that my friend Flareheart here could tag along, if you won't mind? I think maybe he needs to see how it is to be a mentor, and could get some practice. He's a bit.. Kit-ish, so to say, which lines out with my own personality" She said, giving a smile to the younger, confused cat.

AbsurdJinx Duststorm

[Ghostly Cristalline]

"Don't call me sweetheart!" Howled Yellowpaw playfully, pinning him down with a purr. The apprentice batted at his ear playfully. "Do you surrender?" Wondered Yellowpaw, flirting back.

"Then what am I supposed to call you?" Asked Soulpaw, smoothing down his fur with his tongue. The Tom kicked Yellowpaw off him and ran to the back of the den. He ran through a hole that ked into the forest.

[ShiningFern]

Ravenwind entered the clearing, blue eyes scanning for a familiar face. No one and everyone. Why can't you make friends? Or at least act like one towards someone? Oh, right cause I'm a mouse-brain. She thought. The jet black she-cat sat down in the shadows, hoping maybe someone would talk to her or that she'd be sent on a patrol. The 15 moon old cat laid her head on her paws, slightly closing her eyes.

[ShiningFern]

Ravenwind entered the clearing softly, flicking her ears around. She scanned the camp with her blue eyes flicking around, looking for someone she might know. No one and everyone. Because I am a mouse-brain and am bad at making friends. She thought. The all black she-cat sighed and sat down, laying her head on her paws. The 15 moon old warrior flicked her tail, looking around camp again.

[yummyluc]

alphypoin
Leafwatcher blinked at his father, a quite concerned expression on his face. Very concerned, worried even. Shredfern's cough was getting rather worse, and that made the tom cat worried, and concerned for his father's health. "You should-- Oh, of course parents worried, but you shouldn't worry too much!" He stumbled on his words, but at the end, it was a joke, nonetheless. His tail swished, his worried expression still on his face. Even his father's voice was raspy, which made him even more concerned than before. "It's up to you if you want to go to the elder's den or not, I'm not the one to determine that." Leafwatcher spoke softly, trying to give out the calmest expression he could muster, to hide all his concern & worry for his father. It was hard to hide it, really hard for the tom. But he did it anyways, so his father wouldn't worry to. He didn't want his father worrying about that, about him worrying. That was a complicated thing to want. Really. Leafwatcher listen to his father ramble on about elders stuff, as he called it, amusement sparking into his gaze, with a calm expression, the usual expression the bengal tabby usually had. And looking calm is what cat's usually found on his expression. That was true. He was a rather calm fellow. And wasn't usually found angry. Because he kept his anger bottled up, most of the time so it wouldn't blow. Anger for the Dusk Syndicate, anger for many, many things. That is usually way it went.
Shredfern sighed, pride glittering in his dulled copper eyes as he looked at his son. He was proud. Leafwatcher was a good warrior, a great one. Just like Shredfern. The old tom chuckled, "Like father like son, hm.." He mumbled softly, turning his eyes down to his paws. In truth, he didn't want to go to the elder's den. Not really, anyways. He had a nasty cough, though, and his old bones popped at every movement. Shredfern had always been difficult to let go, from when Ashstream died, to treating his kit like a true warrior, it was just hard for him. The change was hard for him. And, being the honest cat he was, he could admit that. The Bengal sighed, eyes narrowing, ears flattening against his head, "Maybe I should go to the elder's den, you're a fully fledged warrior now. You don't need these old eyes looking over your shoulder every day," Shredfern chuckled, grinning up at his son again. Wow, he'd grown. He paused, "Un-Unless you need me to, of course, I'll stay strong for you if you need me, Leafwatcher, you know I will," He added quickly. After Ashstream passed, Shredfern and Leafwatcher had only had one another. That's probably why Shredfern was fighting himself so much on letting Leafwatcher go. It was like he couldn't stand the thought of his kit being independent without him. Like he couldn't stand the thought of Leafwatcher not needing him. But he swallowed that thought and buried it deep. Leafwatcher didn't need to know that.

[Charmer]

Cherrypaw groaned as she sleepily lifted her head, awoken by the sound the the other apprentices' banter. For a fleeting moment, she looked around confused before remember that she was in the apprentices' den. She purred, remembering fondly how when she had reached her sixth moon, she had been named an apprentice and given her new name. But on the tale end of her moment of glee, came a claw of loneliness. As of yet, Cherrypaw had not been assigned a mentor, and her title as an apprentice felt hollow. She hoped a mentor would become available soon so that she could start her training, and become the brave Thunderclan warrior she dreamed of being. :flower1:

[Charmer]

Ravenwind entered the clearing softly, flicking her ears around. She scanned the camp with her blue eyes flicking around, looking for someone she might know. No one and everyone. Because I am a mouse-brain and am bad at making friends. She thought. The all black she-cat sighed and sat down, laying her head on her paws. The 15 moon old warrior flicked her tail, looking around camp again.

Cherrypaw took another bite of the squirrel she had selected from the freshkill pile. She had chosen the morsel intending to have a good meal before her first day of warrior training, but her stomach felt raked by claws of anxiety. What if training didn't go well? What if her mentor didn't like her? Cherrypaw swallowed another bite forcefully before noticing Ravenwind at the edge of the clearing looking around. Cherrypaw didn't know much about the warrior other than that she tended to keep to herself. Cherrypaw thought about offering to share the freshkill. "Mouse-brain! Why would a warrior want to share a meal with a cat who's barely an apprentice?". Cherrypaw shook her head, banishing the thought. She was a training to be a brave and noble warrior of Thunderclan. Why should she be afraid of talking to a clanmate? The ginger and white she-cat picked up the freshkill in her jaws and padded over to Ravenwind, and setting it gently on the ground in front of the black warrior. "Hi, um... Hi Ravenwind. I don't think I'm going to be able to finish this myself. Would you like some?" Cherrypaw asked, her tail twitching involuntarily with nervousness.

[AbsurdJinx]

@Spirit (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=102)

Confusion was evident on her face as she stopped waving, staring at the cat she believed to be her mentor, and the cat next to her that was calling her name. Did she get it wrong? She was sure that the other was her mentor? As Flareheart beckoned her over, Bagderpaw hesitantly complied and the bi-color cat bounded up to the two, her ears flicking back and forth. She was still sporting some kitten fluff and appeared much rounder and softer than the two warriors present before her.

Huffing slightly, the apprentice looked back and forth between the two, her tail flicking rapidly back and forth. She was, of course, frustrated she had been stuck in camp, but also because she was confused as to why another cat had been calling her name. Not many warriors knew her, did they? Looking at Flareheart, her confusion evident on her face, she opened her maw slightly like she was going to say something before she closed her mouth and looked at Spiritsight.

"Do I have two mentors now?" It was a legitimate question. Was she being juggled back and forth between warriors? She certainly hoped not! Really, Badgerpaw didn't know if she should be embarrassed or upset, but what was really bothering her was the almost empty stare her suspected mentor was giving her. What is she looking at?


Spiritsight smiled as she finally felt the pressure waves of soft paws bounding towards them, and was finally able to visualize a look on how the apprentice was built, from the waves the sound and impact from her paw-steps sent up through her legs and body.
"There you are Badgerpaw. I'm sorry I haven't really found you before. I thought it was time for you to go explore the territory" She began, her completely mist-colored eyes focusing on nothing, staring straight ahead. Her irises were completely gray and faded, making her eyes -completely- misty colored, with no trace of black in the middle. Almost as if they were inhabited by ghosts. Her head was however facing the right direction, having felt the waves from where Badgerpaw was standing. During her life, she had learned to navigate perfectly. The only reason as to why she had not been able to spot Badgerpaw herself was the fact that she was not completely used to her scent and way of walking as of yet. But she hopefully would be soon.
Stepping a bit nervously from paw to paw, the blind cat decided not to mention her disability. Some of her siblings hadn't even noticed yet. Flareheart only knew because she had told him when she was but a kit.
"I am still your mentor, but I thought that my friend Flareheart here could tag along, if you won't mind? I think maybe he needs to see how it is to be a mentor, and could get some practice. He's a bit.. Kit-ish, so to say, which lines out with my own personality" She said, giving a smile to the younger, confused cat.

@AbsurdJinx (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=192) @Duststorm (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=13)

Flareheart displayed a wide grin the entire exchange, clearly unknowledgeable as to how he should fit into this conversation. Yet he played it cool - somewhat. His smile was forced, almost robotic, as he pressed his teeth together and forced the corners of his lips outward. His own eyes darted in every direction to occupy himself and his tireless energy, but he didn't move his head out of some polite manner. He attempted to play it off as if he were paying attention to the two she-cats beside him, where in reality, he was more interested in the dead leaf that drifted across the clearing.

Finally, he heard his name. His smile fell as his lips formed a confused `o`. His wide eyes fell on Spiritsight, who had said his name. His bushy tail swept at the ground behind him, and he stood tall with his head held high. When Spiritsight told Badgerpaw he was kit-like, he adopted a scowl and narrowed his eyes. In a light tone, he muttered, ``At least I know how to have fun!`` Flareheart avoided Spiritsight's chilling gaze, not willing to be faced with an angry blind feline. Believe it or not, Flareheart flinched away from Spiritsight whenever she was mad - as if he were a kit on the receiving end of a scolding. His statement, however, was one of play. After speaking, he couldn't continue hiding the smile that fought to make an appearance.

``Can we go now?`` Flareheart whined, stomping his paws while casting eager glances at the exit to the territory.

[graves]

"Oh! I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to..." Stormwing could feel herself flushing with embarassment, her pelt heating up as she did so. There was nothing worse then getting a clanmate's name wrong, and the silver tabby hated it. "I'm fine... I'm fine, just - you know - meeting other cats is kind of stressful for me, sometimes, heh..." Unlike some cats, Stormwing wasn't nervous to share the fact that she was nervous about meeting others with them. It was nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone got nervous sometimes, Stormwing just a little more then others. She glanced at Littlefoot to see if she could see any sign of nervousness in his expression. None. Darn... part of her had been hoping that she would, for whatever reason. "How are you doing?" She asked, with a curious expression. That was the polite thing to do, right? See how he was doing as well? [/CENTER]

"Its alright, I get that way sometimes too." he reassure the molly. Is that why she was so nervous? Well surely he wasn't to intimidating, most of the time it was the opposite, with his size and all. Though he usually was nervous around cats that were bigger then him, but Stormwing matched him perfectly. "Im alright, its a nice morning and all, its nice to share it with someone." he gave a small smile as he leaned down to take another bite of the small bird infront of them. Littlefoot was a social cat, liking to simply have the presence of another cat was comforting to him. "Howre you?" she seemed to be a little ansty but he couldnt blame her. She must have been through something.

[lone]

The morning was Hawkfeather's absolute favorite time of day. Well - at least it would be if she had a favorite. The morning was nice and cooler then the afternoon, and the birds would sing and everyone headed out to do their jobs... oh, it was absolutely wonderful! The afternoon was a good time for relaxation, and the evening was the absolute perfect time for stargazing and more hunting or training. So yeah, each time of the day was Hawkfeather's favorite in it's own way. This morning she hadn't taken the time to groom her pelt - not that it mattered with a shorter one. Why would it? It wasn't like anyone really looked at her pelt anyways! And besides, even if they did, they were probably thinking 'wow, look at that random warrior!" Besides the cats that she had met and tried to put an extra little spark in their day, no one really knew who she was. And that was fine by Hawkfeather.
　
Even being alone was fine by her. If someone needed her they would come get her! Or she would go to them. Who knew in this crazy world? Hawkfeather half walked, half skipped over towards a shady spot... part of her felt as though she should look at least a little presentable for the Clan. Vanity had never been a big thing for Hawkfeather and she knew it. She was glad of it. It was one of the few things that she did feel pride about. Not an emotion that was normally present within the young warrior. Taking a moment to lick some stray tufts of white fur that had decided to stick up from her chest, Hawkfeather took another to glance around at her clanmates. Why did some of them look so grumpy this morning? It was a beautiful morning! A grand morning! She wanted to bound over to them and ask why they were so annoyed, but she knew from experience that could get her clawed.
　
Plus, she wasn't sure how many of them disliked her for some reason or another. The reasons why they disliked her weren't important, but the fact that they just did mattered a lot when it came to the tabby feline. Perhaps she would find a friendlier face in the crowd. A cat who would be willing to let her cheer them up without her getting smacked. Hawkfeather was pretty good at avoiding those types of cats - or at least getting clawed by them. @AbsurdJinx (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=192)





"Its alright, I get that way sometimes too." he reassure the molly. Is that why she was so nervous? Well surely he wasn't to intimidating, most of the time it was the opposite, with his size and all. Though he usually was nervous around cats that were bigger then him, but Stormwing matched him perfectly. "Im alright, its a nice morning and all, its nice to share it with someone." he gave a small smile as he leaned down to take another bite of the small bird infront of them. Littlefoot was a social cat, liking to simply have the presence of another cat was comforting to him. "Howre you?" she seemed to be a little ansty but he couldnt blame her. She must have been through something.

Stormwing forced a smile as she glanced over at the tom. She'd met a lot of nice cats, but... it didn't do any good to meet nice cats if they were only going to leave in the end. That was her fear, everyone she loved would leave her. So far? That was all she had gotten. "W-well, I'm glad I could pro-provide you with some company." Swallowing her fear had never been easy for Stormwing. Seriously, what's he going to think once I feel more comfortable? That I was just faking this the whole time? The feline knew that she could stop if she really tried. But - part of her was scared to try that hard. "Oh, you know, I'm... surviving. Um, I, um... you seem n-nice." What am I doing? You seem nice? Really? What was she talking about? The feline flinched, realizing she had said the wrong thing - just as she had been afraid to do.

[Dovekit12]

MootheBean
Spottedkit walked around the clearing looking for her dad
"Fernglow" she called.

[Mayflower]

MootheBean
Spottedkit walked around the clearing looking for her dad
"Fernglow" she called.
Z
"Hi darling." Fern glow had heard his daughter's calls and crept up behind her, his large frame blocking the sun. "Why aren't you with your mother?" The tom locked his kit's head, causing her fur to stick up. At that moment, Berrykit ran out of the nursery, grabbing Fernglow's tail and clambering up. Fernglow's yowled, but managed to keep his smallest son on his shoulders as Berrykit stood there, looking down at his sister excitedly. "Guess what Spottedkit! We're gonna be apprentices soon! Yayayayayayay!" Berrykit started hopping up and down on his father and Fernglow's looked up at him, one eye scarred over. "Calm down up there, okay?" Fern's deep voice stopped Berrykit in his tiny tracks, and Berrykit slid off of his dad. He ended up right next to Spottedkit and stood next to her, playfully batting her ear. "How are you, sis?"

[ShiningFern]

Cherrypaw took another bite of the squirrel she had selected from the freshkill pile. She had chosen the morsel intending to have a good meal before her first day of warrior training, but her stomach felt raked by claws of anxiety. What if training didn't go well? What if her mentor didn't like her? Cherrypaw swallowed another bite forcefully before noticing Ravenwind at the edge of the clearing looking around. Cherrypaw didn't know much about the warrior other than that she tended to keep to herself. Cherrypaw thought about offering to share the freshkill. "Mouse-brain! Why would a warrior want to share a meal with a cat who's barely an apprentice?". Cherrypaw shook her head, banishing the thought. She was a training to be a brave and noble warrior of Thunderclan. Why should she be afraid of talking to a clanmate? The ginger and white she-cat picked up the freshkill in her jaws and padded over to Ravenwind, and setting it gently on the ground in front of the black warrior. "Hi, um... Hi Ravenwind. I don't think I'm going to be able to finish this myself. Would you like some?" Cherrypaw asked, her tail twitching involuntarily with nervousness.

Ravenwind opened her eyes, seeing Cherrypaw in front of her. As she heard the young apprentice's question she was surprised. Why would the apprentice want to share a meal? She wondered in her thoughts as she sat up. "Sure, I wouldn't mind having a few bites." Ravenwind mewed, looking at Cherrypaw, "How is the beginning of your training?" The young warrior smiled nervously and flicked her ears.

[Dovekit12]

Z
"Hi darling." Fern glow had heard his daughter's calls and crept up behind her, his large frame blocking the sun. "Why aren't you with your mother?" The tom locked his kit's head, causing her fur to stick up. At that moment, Berrykit ran out of the nursery, grabbing Fernglow's tail and clambering up. Fernglow's yowled, but managed to keep his smallest son on his shoulders as Berrykit stood there, looking down at his sister excitedly. "Guess what Spottedkit! We're gonna be apprentices soon! Yayayayayayay!" Berrykit started hopping up and down on his father and Fernglow's looked up at him, one eye scarred over. "Calm down up there, okay?" Fern's deep voice stopped Berrykit in his tiny tracks, and Berrykit slid off of his dad. He ended up right next to Spottedkit and stood next to her, playfully batting her ear. "How are you, sis?"
"I know I can't wait to be an apprentice", spottedkit said while jumping around. "I'm great" she said when she stopped jumping. Owltail walked over and asked "what's going on here."

[Mayflower]

"I know I can't wait to be an apprentice", spottedkit said while jumping around. "I'm great" she said when she stopped jumping. Owltail walked over and asked "what's going on here."
"I ran over here and climbed on dad and then we talked about being six moons now!" Berrykit spoke very fast and jumbled his words, but you could hear the excitement in his voice. He bounced over to his mother and rubbed up against her, weaving between her legs. Fernglow smiled at his mate and stepped by her, twisting his tail with hers. "Hello, dear."

[Dovekit12]

"I ran over here and climbed on dad and then we talked about being six moons now!" Berrykit spoke very fast and jumbled his words, but you could hear the excitement in his voice. He bounced over to his mother and rubbed up against her, weaving between her legs. Fernglow smiled at his mate and stepped by her, twisting his tail with hers. "Hello, dear."
"That's nice", Owltail said. "Hello," she said to her mate. Spottedkit followed her brother rubbing up against there mom and the sat down near her.

[Moonsong12]

Moonfeather padded into the nursery, Thunderkit,Sunkit, Darkkit, and Echokit on her tail."Hi Owltail! Hi Spottedkit! Hi Berrykit! Hi Fernglow!" Mewed Moonfeather.
"Mommy, are those my aunt, uncle, and cousins you told me about?" Sunkit asked Moonfeather.
"Yes my kit. They are." Moonfeather replied.
Thunderkit blinked at Spottedkit.
Dovekit12

[Dovekit12]

Moonfeather padded into the nursery, Thunderkit,Sunkit, Darkkit, and Echokit on her tail."Hi Owltail! Hi Spottedkit! Hi Berrykit! Hi Fernglow!" Mewed Moonfeather.
"Mommy, are those my aunt, uncle, and cousins you told me about?" Sunkit asked Moonfeather.
"Yes my kit. They are." Moonfeather replied.
Thunderkit blinked at Spottedkit.
Dovekit12
(I'm assuming you mean out of the nursery) "hello Moonfeather," Owltail said greeting her sister.
Spottedkit saw Thunder kit watching her and tryed try hid behind her mother's leg.

[Charmer]

Ravenwind opened her eyes, seeing Cherrypaw in front of her. As she heard the young apprentice's question she was surprised. Why would the apprentice want to share a meal? She wondered in her thoughts as she sat up. "Sure, I wouldn't mind having a few bites." Ravenwind mewed, looking at Cherrypaw, "How is the beginning of your training?" The young warrior smiled nervously and flicked her ears.

"It.. uh.. hasn't really gotten started yet," Cherrypaw admitted sheepishly. "My cough just got better; it turned out to be nothing, but I think after my mother...no one wanted me to take any chances. I think we can get started just as soon as Tigerdawn gets time though. I'm really excited to see the territory!" Cherrypaw replied, pleased to report something happy for a change. "Um," Cherrypaw hesitated and made an effort to meet the warriors gaze, "I was wondering, Ravenwind, what's it like to be a warrior?"

[ShiningFern]

"It.. uh.. hasn't really gotten started yet," Cherrypaw admitted sheepishly. "My cough just got better; it turned out to be nothing, but I think after my mother...no one wanted me to take any chances. I think we can get started just as soon as Tigerdawn gets time though. I'm really excited to see the territory!" Cherrypaw replied, pleased to report something happy for a change. "Um," Cherrypaw hesitated and made an effort to meet the warriors gaze, "I was wondering, Ravenwind, what's it like to be a warrior?"

Ravenwind nodded slightly, looking at Cherrypaw, "Well, good thing you're better so you can start training and see the territory." The shecat said softly. Her ears twitched as she heard Cherrypaw's question. "Being a warrior...well...it is pretty cool. At first, it was scary, leading a patrol without being told what to do. Senior warriors would give advice...but it is kinda freaky. I love not having to clean the elders' den anymore, even though the stories were okay." The jet black warrior replied. The 15 moon old cat sighed and twitched her tail. She thought she might make a friend with the apprentice, hopefully.

[Charmer]

Ravenwind nodded slightly, looking at Cherrypaw, "Well, good thing you're better so you can start training and see the territory." The shecat said softly. Her ears twitched as she heard Cherrypaw's question. "Being a warrior...well...it is pretty cool. At first, it was scary, leading a patrol without being told what to do. Senior warriors would give advice...but it is kinda freaky. I love not having to clean the elders' den anymore, even though the stories were okay." The jet black warrior replied. The 15 moon old cat sighed and twitched her tail. She thought she might make a friend with the apprentice, hopefully.

"That sounds nice," remarked Cherrypaw, "I hope we get to go on patrols together. You seem really nice," the ginger and white she-cat added with a purr, inwardly praying to starclan the the black warrior didn't think she sounded like a kit.

[ShiningFern]

"That sounds nice," remarked Cherrypaw, "I hope we get to go on patrols together. You seem really nice," the ginger and white she-cat added with a purr, inwardly praying to starclan the the black warrior didn't think she sounded like a kit.

"Yeah, maybe I'll join a hunting or border patrol with you or something." Ravenwind mewed, looking at her paws. Normally she didn't mind talking, but with someone acting like a friend...she had no clue where to start. "Um...I hope your training goes well. I bet you'll be a great warrior." She said, pretty sure she sounded rather, well, boring. Her blue eyes were bright as she glanced at Cherrypaw and grinned.

(Time for me to roll of to bed. XD)

[Charmer]

Cherrypaw stuck her head into the warrior's den and peered around. "Tigerdawn?" She called, keeping her voice low, trying to avoid disturbing other warriors. "Are you in here?" Flameleaf

[Charmer]

"Yeah, maybe I'll join a hunting or border patrol with you or something." Ravenwind mewed, looking at her paws. Normally she didn't mind talking, but with someone acting like a friend...she had no clue where to start. "Um...I hope your training goes well. I bet you'll be a great warrior." She said, pretty sure she sounded rather, well, boring. Her blue eyes were bright as she glanced at Cherrypaw and grinned.

(Time for me to roll of to bed. XD)

Cherrypaw beamed at the young warrior's words, "I sure hope so!" The apprentice seemed to flinch with the intensity of her own response. Shyly, she dipped her head and replied solemnly, "It would be an honor to serve my clan." Cherrypaw licked her chestfur, suddenly unsure what more to say. "Well," she ventured, "I should probably try to find Tigerdawn. I'm glad we got to talk." Cherrypaw dipped her head respectfully and turned to pad off toward the warrior's den.

[graves]

The morning was Hawkfeather's absolute favorite time of day. Well - at least it would be if she had a favorite. The morning was nice and cooler then the afternoon, and the birds would sing and everyone headed out to do their jobs... oh, it was absolutely wonderful! The afternoon was a good time for relaxation, and the evening was the absolute perfect time for stargazing and more hunting or training. So yeah, each time of the day was Hawkfeather's favorite in it's own way. This morning she hadn't taken the time to groom her pelt - not that it mattered with a shorter one. Why would it? It wasn't like anyone really looked at her pelt anyways! And besides, even if they did, they were probably thinking 'wow, look at that random warrior!" Besides the cats that she had met and tried to put an extra little spark in their day, no one really knew who she was. And that was fine by Hawkfeather.
　
Even being alone was fine by her. If someone needed her they would come get her! Or she would go to them. Who knew in this crazy world? Hawkfeather half walked, half skipped over towards a shady spot... part of her felt as though she should look at least a little presentable for the Clan. Vanity had never been a big thing for Hawkfeather and she knew it. She was glad of it. It was one of the few things that she did feel pride about. Not an emotion that was normally present within the young warrior. Taking a moment to lick some stray tufts of white fur that had decided to stick up from her chest, Hawkfeather took another to glance around at her clanmates. Why did some of them look so grumpy this morning? It was a beautiful morning! A grand morning! She wanted to bound over to them and ask why they were so annoyed, but she knew from experience that could get her clawed.
　
Plus, she wasn't sure how many of them disliked her for some reason or another. The reasons why they disliked her weren't important, but the fact that they just did mattered a lot when it came to the tabby feline. Perhaps she would find a friendlier face in the crowd. A cat who would be willing to let her cheer them up without her getting smacked. Hawkfeather was pretty good at avoiding those types of cats - or at least getting clawed by them. @AbsurdJinx (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=192)






Stormwing forced a smile as she glanced over at the tom. She'd met a lot of nice cats, but... it didn't do any good to meet nice cats if they were only going to leave in the end. That was her fear, everyone she loved would leave her. So far? That was all she had gotten. "W-well, I'm glad I could pro-provide you with some company." Swallowing her fear had never been easy for Stormwing. Seriously, what's he going to think once I feel more comfortable? That I was just faking this the whole time? The feline knew that she could stop if she really tried. But - part of her was scared to try that hard. "Oh, you know, I'm... surviving. Um, I, um... you seem n-nice." What am I doing? You seem nice? Really? What was she talking about? The feline flinched, realizing she had said the wrong thing - just as she had been afraid to do.

"Whats wrong?" the small tom finally said. He knew by her actions and what not something had to be wrong, they way she flinched after she spoke, spoke with nervousness as if he were going to hurt her. It broke his heart. He wanted to reassure her that he wasnt going to judge, hurt her, make fun of her, anything. Laced with worry, hazel eyes stared back at her gently. They might have only just met, but he didnt want her to feel every new cat she came across she couldnt feel comfortable around. He was here to help, whatever it was. Hed be there.

[Tundra]

Tigerdawn opened her eyes. "Wha-?" She mumbled, lifting her head. "Oh, Cherrypaw! Tigerdawn scrambled out of the den and looked at her apprentice. "Are you ready for training?" She meowed. Hmm... What will we do...? Tigerdawn thought. Nah, I'll let her decide.

[Charmer]

Tigerdawn opened her eyes. "Wha-?" She mumbled, lifting her head. "Oh, Cherrypaw! Tigerdawn scrambled out of the den and looked at her apprentice. "Are you ready for training?" She meowed. Hmm... What will we do...? Tigerdawn thought. Nah, I'll let her decide.

Cherrypaw looked up at her mentor, a mix of excitement and anxiety creeping under her pelt. "Yes, Tigerdawn," she meowed, sitting attentively in before the warrior. "I promise to train hard to become a brave warrior," Cherrypaw flicked her ears, embarrassed at having shouted this declaration accidentally. "Um... where are we going to start?" Cherrypaw had heard other apprentices talking about their own first days of training--exploring the territory, climbing trees, or even battle training. Cherrypaw had no idea what Tigerdawn would be like as a mentor. Would she focus on hunting? Battle-training? Cherrypaw could hardly wait to find out!

[Tundra]

Tigerdawn let out a purr of amusement. Actually..." She began. "I will let you choose what we're gonna do today!" Tigerdawn sat down and looked at Cherrypaw, the tip of her tail flicking as she waited for a response.

[AbsurdJinx]

The morning was Hawkfeather's absolute favorite time of day. Well - at least it would be if she had a favorite. The morning was nice and cooler then the afternoon, and the birds would sing and everyone headed out to do their jobs... oh, it was absolutely wonderful! The afternoon was a good time for relaxation, and the evening was the absolute perfect time for stargazing and more hunting or training. So yeah, each time of the day was Hawkfeather's favorite in it's own way. This morning she hadn't taken the time to groom her pelt - not that it mattered with a shorter one. Why would it? It wasn't like anyone really looked at her pelt anyways! And besides, even if they did, they were probably thinking 'wow, look at that random warrior!" Besides the cats that she had met and tried to put an extra little spark in their day, no one really knew who she was. And that was fine by Hawkfeather.
　
Even being alone was fine by her. If someone needed her they would come get her! Or she would go to them. Who knew in this crazy world? Hawkfeather half walked, half skipped over towards a shady spot... part of her felt as though she should look at least a little presentable for the Clan. Vanity had never been a big thing for Hawkfeather and she knew it. She was glad of it. It was one of the few things that she did feel pride about. Not an emotion that was normally present within the young warrior. Taking a moment to lick some stray tufts of white fur that had decided to stick up from her chest, Hawkfeather took another to glance around at her clanmates. Why did some of them look so grumpy this morning? It was a beautiful morning! A grand morning! She wanted to bound over to them and ask why they were so annoyed, but she knew from experience that could get her clawed.
　
Plus, she wasn't sure how many of them disliked her for some reason or another. The reasons why they disliked her weren't important, but the fact that they just did mattered a lot when it came to the tabby feline. Perhaps she would find a friendlier face in the crowd. A cat who would be willing to let her cheer them up without her getting smacked. Hawkfeather was pretty good at avoiding those types of cats - or at least getting clawed by them. @AbsurdJinx (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=192)

Flareheart had been lying just outside the warriors den, contemplating grooming his thick and medium-length pelt or not. His fur was often difficult to tame, but in its defense, he didn't take very good care of it. He simply never had the time to look after his appearance, and he was much too energetic to lie around for a long period of time every day just to clean. Besides, he believed he looked very handsome just the way he was. So he decided not to wash his messy fur.

Surveying the clearing before him, Flareheart observed his clanmates. Most he hadn't even spoken to, or knew the names of, which didn't even bother him. In fact, he appreciated not knowing the names or anything of his clanmates. He turned his obliviousness of his clanmates' lives into a game, a game called cat-watching. He'd choose a certain member of the clan before him, and based off appearances or actions, he'd form an idea of their lives. Sometimes, he'd approach whoever he chose to make a life of, and spend time with them and learn just who they were. Flareheart went to sleep with great satisfaction if he got even an ounce of their lives correct before actually meeting them.

So now that he's decided not to groom, he had to do something else. Flareheart sat up, his tail curled around his paws. He looked through narrowed eyes around the clearing as he tried to find someone to cat-watch. He noticed a lone she-cat padding towards a shady spot of camp, and decided to play his game with her. He observed her bubbly half-skip half-walk, and spotted a rather gentle and friendly expression. Immediately, he figured she would have a suffix that mentioned her softness and happiness. He settled on `feather` or `shine`. Flareheart rolled his shoulders as he tried to figure a prefix out. He failed; there were too many prefixes to sort through that would fit her.

Flareheart followed her gaze, which guided him to the dead-like members of ThunderClan. He realized they all looked, well, dead, where the she-cat may as well be the most optimistic cat in all the clans. He came to the conclusion that she got on many cats' nerves, just like him. Baring a bright grin, he confidently strode over to the pretty molly. Now, he could put his charm to use. As he neared, he slowed his pace to a gentle trot until he came to an abrupt halt. Before stopping, he had called out a greeting in his lighthearted tone. His tail waving behind him, he appeared to be a friendly tomcat - which he genuinely was.

``Hello there! I'm Flareheart!`` The multicolored tomcat purred. His tone of voice was laced with kindness, and he adopted a teasing tone as he continued, ``And what's a pretty she-cat such as yourself doing all alone?``

[Mayflower]

"That's nice", Owltail said. "Hello," she said to her mate. Spottedkit followed her brother rubbing up against there mom and the sat down near her.
Moonfeather padded into the nursery, Thunderkit,Sunkit, Darkkit, and Echokit on her tail."Hi Owltail! Hi Spottedkit! Hi Berrykit! Hi Fernglow!" Mewed Moonfeather.
"Mommy, are those my aunt, uncle, and cousins you told me about?" Sunkit asked Moonfeather.
"Yes my kit. They are." Moonfeather replied.
Thunderkit blinked at Spottedkit.
Dovekit12
"Hi Sunkit, hi Thunderkit, hi Darkkit, hi Echokit!" Berrykit smiled and darted over to his cousins, bouncing on his paws. Fernglow's smiled, then said, "Hello Moonfeather. How are you?" Fernglow's hadn't socialized much with his mate's sister, and regretted not doing so. He wanted to be good friends with her family so to prove he was a good mate.

[Charmer]

Tigerdawn let out a purr of amusement. Actually..." She began. "I will let you choose what we're gonna do today!" Tigerdawn sat down and looked at Cherrypaw, the tip of her tail flicking as she waited for a response.

Cherrypaw flicked her ear, astonished. For a moment, she had to suppress a tremor of anxiety. Her choose? She was only an apprentice. What if she said something mouse-brained and disappointed her mentor on the very first day!"Uh...c-could we tour the territory?" she asked shyly, her pelt hot with embarrassment.

[Momotaro]

Spirit Random Melody

"Suits him, small, yet determined." Wheatfur commented. He hadn't noticed anything determined about him, but he thought the kit needed confidence boost. For a second the medicine cat was suprised by Snowstars enthusiasm to have him in the clan, but Wheatfur was quick to catch on, and nodded his head. He smiled, then turned back to the herb-store, rummaging around for the sparse catmint, plentiful marigold, and many other infection dispelling herbs. He listened in, quietly wondering if Antkit was going to be officially welcomed now or later. He hoped the kit would stay, as he reminded Wheatfur of himself, when his mother cut all ties with him, when he had his back paw broken. He liked the kit, Runt survived, however ill he was, and seemed to be a good, but scared cat.

[Spirit]

Random Melody The Eye Of The Storm

Runt tilted his head lightly. Kit? Did that mean he could stay? In a short second he felt more relieved than ever. He was beginning to trust this 'Snowstar'. The molly seemed nice, as well as caring. He'd only felt how it was to be cared about for about the two first days of his life, before his parents had decided he was weak, fragile, and not fit for their lives, and thus started not to care for him other than giving him the smallest leftovers of the freshkill that they had brought in..
"If.. If I can stay.. I suppose I have to be called 'kit', right?" He answered the question with half a question, half an answer. The tone in his voice went from scared to hopeful and agreeing. He still sounded like a desert had sneaked into his throat, but it was atleast understandable.
Then his mind began racing once again. How would he survive without parents? He doubted anyone would take in a scrawny and weak rogue kit like him.. Father had told him so many stories about how these cats would chase out rogues if they so much as set a paw on their land. Wheatfur and Snowstar seemed nice, but would the rest of the cats here?

[Random Melody]

( Spirit The Eye Of The Storm )
"Yeah, it does suit him," Answering her former mentor, Snowstar glanced up toward Wheatfur for a split second before grinning and turning back to Runt, tilting her head a little bit. Snowstar's lips twitched into a warm smile as the kit spoke again. Though, he sounded like he could use some water or something. "Well, you dont have to." The molly explained, shifting slightly and curling her tail lightly around her paws as she gazed down at the kit, her ice blue eyes warm. "Its just a.. Clan custom, I suppose? But like I said, if you'd rather stay Ant," the young leader added, perking her ears up slightly. She wanted to make sure Runt knew he had a choice in the matter. "Then that's fine, too."

[Spirit]

Random Melody The Eye Of The Storm

The young kit peered at the molly and tilted his head. If she wanted him to stay in the clan, which she seemed to do, why would she give him the choice -not- to follow clan customs? He was a bit confused. In his mind, rules should be followed to the last point. Not fully understanding the rank of the molly just yet, he thought for a moment that maybe she was looking for trouble by making him -not- follow the rules.
"Well.. If I am to stay in the clan, wouldn't it be weird if I -didn't- follow clan customs?" He asked, doing his best to keep his voice understandable, despite being on the verge of getting a coughing fit. He hadn't missed those. But hey, it was getting better with Wheatfur's treatment. By now, he believed he would actually survive this, which was a big thing for him.

[Random Melody]

( Spirit The Eye Of The Storm )
Snowstar couldnt help a grin as Runt spoke, and shook her head. "Well, you have a point there, kiddo." She stated, tilting her head faintly as she gazed down at the kit. "Im just making sure you know its your choice- What kind of cat would I be if I made you do something you dont want?" The Siamese let out a soft purr, flicking her tail faintly. For a few moments, she let her gaze fix on the roof of the den before smiling back down at Runt. "So what do you want, sweetheart?"

[ShiningFern]

Ferntail exited the elder's den, stretching slowly. The light gray tabby yawned, pink tongue sticking out. The elderly shecat sat down by the prey pile and grabbed a small mouse. She laid down, placing the mouse on her paws as she took a bite. She flicked her gaze around camp and took another bite.

[Spirit]

Random Melody The Eye Of The Storm

"Stay!"
The word flew right out of him, almost as if he'd been wanting to state this for a while now. He got a confused look on his face for a second after he'd spoken the word, as if he first pondered it there, or perhaps he was just shocked at how determined he had sounded. Nevertheless, he meant it. He really did want to stay. The name 'Antkit' sounded much better than what he had been called by his rogue parents. To be honest, he did not really miss them. Maybe he would later, but he doubted it. Sister and brother had always been mean to him, making him do all the work for them. Mother and Father had done nothing against it. It had actually seemed like it amused them to see Runt being bullied by his own littermates.
"I would like to stay"
He said, this time in a more calm fashion. He did not want to come out as the loud and impulsive kind of cat. Especially not when he was the complete opposite.

[Random Melody]

( Spirit The Eye Of The Storm )
Snowstar had looked briefly startled at the word, that had burst so suddenly from the young kit. But it quickly changed into amusement, her ears pricking up as a grin lit her face. "Thats great to hear, kiddo." She purred softly, warmly as she shut her eyes for a moment. She was glad the kit wanted to stay, instead of going back into the horrible wilderness, maybe running into the Syndicate, even- That wouldnt be good. The leader was just glad she could do something now. "So then- Antkit," She looked down at him and paused for a moment, her eyes almost asking if it was okay to call him that now, "Welcome to the Clan."

[Momotaro]

Spirit Random Melody
Wheatfur smiled softly at the kit. "Well, Snow has stolen my line, I have no objections. But, you cant go running around and making trouble yet, young one, you will have to stay in here for a while. Your lungs seem to be infected, but luckily only a small bit. You will be fine." He lifted his head up and glanced back at Snowstar, "Will you be staying here for a while? I need a queen who's milk is running." That wasnt all, of course, he could of called any expeirienced queen. But he felt that a familiar cat would be better.

[Spirit]

Random Melody The Eye Of The Storm

Antkit grinned lightly at Snowstar's surprised reaction to his outburst, and nodded at her welcome. He was still a little bit confused as to why she called him 'Kiddo'. He hadn't been called that before. Was that some way to show kindness? He wasn't used to kindness..
He didn't know what else to say, so he turned his face to look at Wheatfur as he spoke. He tilted his head lightly. He knew nothing of the clan ways as of yet, and thus had no idea where he would stay other than here. And he didn't really feel strong enough to walk yet, either. He hadn't eaten in days while being on his own. Still being only three moons old, he wasn't even sure if he could eat proper fresh-kill on it's own yet either.
The thought of getting milk from another queen seemed a bit odd for him for a minute, but again, he was not used to the clan ways. He couldn't even see on Snowstar that she had given birth recently. He was too young to understand that much.

[Random Melody]

( Spirit The Eye Of The Storm )
Snowstar giggled lightly at the kit's grin, before turning her ice blue eyes to Wheatfur. The Siamese tilted her head a little bit, giving a faint smile. "Sure, Wheatfur. I can stick around for a while." The young leader gazed back down at Antkit for a moment, a warm smile on her face. "Would you like that, kiddo?" She had already grown quite attached to the young kit- Though, honestly, she grew attached to every kit. Managing a faint chuckle, Snowstar looked back up to her former mentor. "No problem." She wasnt exactly sure whether Wheatfur would ask her to give the kit milk, but judging by what he had said about needing a Queen, that was probably the case. Snowstar wouldnt mind that- Anything that would help Antkit was alright with her.

[lone]

"Whats wrong?" the small tom finally said. He knew by her actions and what not something had to be wrong, they way she flinched after she spoke, spoke with nervousness as if he were going to hurt her. It broke his heart. He wanted to reassure her that he wasnt going to judge, hurt her, make fun of her, anything. Laced with worry, hazel eyes stared back at her gently. They might have only just met, but he didnt want her to feel every new cat she came across she couldnt feel comfortable around. He was here to help, whatever it was. Hed be there.

Stormwing bit her lip uncertainly, just a little worried. If only she knew he wasn't going to hurt her. If only she understood. If only she could be completely sure - that Littlefoot was safe to be around, she would be so much more open. She could be fun! It was just... worry. Worry that drove her to the brink of madness sometimes. "I'm... I'm sorry, it's just - I don't - I mean, I sound kind of... weird, don't I? It's better... for - for everyone if I just don't... talk." Her ears flattened, realizing even in trying to explain she had still sounded weird. And the tom's kindness wasn't helping much. He was so nice to her... why? Why was he so nice to her? It almost made her more nervous.


Flareheart had been lying just outside the warriors den, contemplating grooming his thick and medium-length pelt or not. His fur was often difficult to tame, but in its defense, he didn't take very good care of it. He simply never had the time to look after his appearance, and he was much too energetic to lie around for a long period of time every day just to clean. Besides, he believed he looked very handsome just the way he was. So he decided not to wash his messy fur.


Surveying the clearing before him, Flareheart observed his clanmates. Most he hadn't even spoken to, or knew the names of, which didn't even bother him. In fact, he appreciated not knowing the names or anything of his clanmates. He turned his obliviousness of his clanmates' lives into a game, a game called cat-watching. He'd choose a certain member of the clan before him, and based off appearances or actions, he'd form an idea of their lives. Sometimes, he'd approach whoever he chose to make a life of, and spend time with them and learn just who they were. Flareheart went to sleep with great satisfaction if he got even an ounce of their lives correct before actually meeting them.

So now that he's decided not to groom, he had to do something else. Flareheart sat up, his tail curled around his paws. He looked through narrowed eyes around the clearing as he tried to find someone to cat-watch. He noticed a lone she-cat padding towards a shady spot of camp, and decided to play his game with her. He observed her bubbly half-skip half-walk, and spotted a rather gentle and friendly expression. Immediately, he figured she would have a suffix that mentioned her softness and happiness. He settled on `feather` or `shine`. Flareheart rolled his shoulders as he tried to figure a prefix out. He failed; there were too many prefixes to sort through that would fit her.

Flareheart followed her gaze, which guided him to the dead-like members of ThunderClan. He realized they all looked, well, dead, where the she-cat may as well be the most optimistic cat in all the clans. He came to the conclusion that she got on many cats' nerves, just like him. Baring a bright grin, he confidently strode over to the pretty molly. Now, he could put his charm to use. As he neared, he slowed his pace to a gentle trot until he came to an abrupt halt. Before stopping, he had called out a greeting in his lighthearted tone. His tail waving behind him, he appeared to be a friendly tomcat - which he genuinely was.

``Hello there! I'm Flareheart!`` The multicolored tomcat purred. His tone of voice was laced with kindness, and he adopted a teasing tone as he continued, ``And what's a pretty she-cat such as yourself doing all alone?``

Hawkfeather hadn't been expecting company, and she was a little bit surprised to hear the tom's voice - but at the same time, she was delighted he had approached her. And, wonder of wonders, he sounded friendly! Yes! A nice cat for me to talk with! Could this day get any better? The feline wondered. Yeah... didn't take much for Hawkfeather to start asking that question. Although she never spoke it aloud, having tested through trial and error and found that most cats thought it was... well... annoying. Obnoxious. Totally weird. And, of course, Hawkfeather didn't want to be one of those cats. Not that she had anything against them, as a matter of fact, she had found that they made excellent friends when it came down to it.She just wanted others to think that she was fun! A cat who could easily become their best friend, and definitely had the ability to be someone they could talk to.
　
Though Hawkfeather had never been the easiest cat to talk to anyways. Unfortunately. "Flareheart? That suits you! Your fur looks kinda flare-y!" Hawkfeather grinned, glancing over him. As usual her voice was peppy, hyper and ready-to-go sounding. Like nothing else in the world would ever matter but that. Pretty? No one ever called Hawkfeather pretty. And, being the cat she was, the feline smiled bigger and spoke again. "You're so nice! It's really nice to meet someone who gives out compliments like that, because the whole world would be a better place if they did, don't you think?" She mewed, before addressing the second thing she had noticed in his sentence. "And I'm not alone anymore! Because you came over to keep me company, and I'm so glad you did - now we can both go hunting and catch twice as much prey!" She was practically bouncing with excitement.
　
Yes, when it came to the soft-looking, sweet warrior... once she opened her mouth, it was very hard to get her to stop talking. For a moment she just stood there and stared at him, her paws still raising up in a sort of half-lift before she stopped and looked stunned. How could she forget? How could she have been so stupid? "I forgot to introduce myself! Sorry, that happens sometimes - but I'm Hawkfeather!" Honestly, the feline really liked her name. Some cats seemed a little dissatisfied with theirs... even changed them... but Hawkfeather would never do that! What if she forgot her new name? What if someone didn't like her new name? Not that that would bother her too much... she had never been one to care what others said about her. Mean things, anyways. They didn't hurt her feelings too much and she kept her head up high. More nice things were said about her, anyways.

[Panic]

@HereKitty


A small tabby made his way out of the apprentice's den. What to do... Oh,
look who it is. In his line of sight was a timid apprentice, Cherrypaw. "Oh, hi, Cherrypaw. Been mewling again?" There was slight malice behind his voice as he spoke.

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

( NightWarrior4Life ) Redclaw laid in a patch of sunlight while icepaw and cherrypaw licked the blood off his pelt his eyes had a disconnected look as if he was reliving memories

[Tundra]

Tigerdawn nodded. "Sure, follow me."
(Take this to territory)

[AbsurdJinx]

Hawkfeather hadn't been expecting company, and she was a little bit surprised to hear the tom's voice - but at the same time, she was delighted he had approached her. And, wonder of wonders, he sounded friendly! Yes! A nice cat for me to talk with! Could this day get any better? The feline wondered. Yeah... didn't take much for Hawkfeather to start asking that question. Although she never spoke it aloud, having tested through trial and error and found that most cats thought it was... well... annoying. Obnoxious. Totally weird. And, of course, Hawkfeather didn't want to be one of those cats. Not that she had anything against them, as a matter of fact, she had found that they made excellent friends when it came down to it.She just wanted others to think that she was fun! A cat who could easily become their best friend, and definitely had the ability to be someone they could talk to.
　
Though Hawkfeather had never been the easiest cat to talk to anyways. Unfortunately. "Flareheart? That suits you! Your fur looks kinda flare-y!" Hawkfeather grinned, glancing over him. As usual her voice was peppy, hyper and ready-to-go sounding. Like nothing else in the world would ever matter but that. Pretty? No one ever called Hawkfeather pretty. And, being the cat she was, the feline smiled bigger and spoke again. "You're so nice! It's really nice to meet someone who gives out compliments like that, because the whole world would be a better place if they did, don't you think?" She mewed, before addressing the second thing she had noticed in his sentence. "And I'm not alone anymore! Because you came over to keep me company, and I'm so glad you did - now we can both go hunting and catch twice as much prey!" She was practically bouncing with excitement.
　
Yes, when it came to the soft-looking, sweet warrior... once she opened her mouth, it was very hard to get her to stop talking. For a moment she just stood there and stared at him, her paws still raising up in a sort of half-lift before she stopped and looked stunned. How could she forget? How could she have been so stupid? "I forgot to introduce myself! Sorry, that happens sometimes - but I'm Hawkfeather!" Honestly, the feline really liked her name. Some cats seemed a little dissatisfied with theirs... even changed them... but Hawkfeather would never do that! What if she forgot her new name? What if someone didn't like her new name? Not that that would bother her too much... she had never been one to care what others said about her. Mean things, anyways. They didn't hurt her feelings too much and she kept her head up high. More nice things were said about her, anyways.

Flareheart hadn't expected the feline to be so bubbly! He had been expecting more of a motherly she-cat, not a kit-like warrior similar to himself. But this didn't bother him at all, in fact, as he hadn't met another lighthearted cat in ages! He purred softly the entire time, quietly and politely listening to her rambling. He nodded in response to her question regarding a kinder world, and he didn't complain when she mentioned hunting. He'd be happy to go hunting with a new friend! He opened his mouth to answer, only for the molly to talk before him.

Hawkfeather! He had been right about the suffix of her name, that was for sure. He decided that the name fit her rather well. After concluding that she was finished speaking, Flareheart took his turn. ``Well, Hawkfeather, it's a pleasure to meet you, too!`` He displayed a charming grin, taking it upon himself to find comfort in a seated position. His bushy tail now lied over his paws, and he lowered his head just a bit until he felt he was as close as possible to Hawkfeather as he could be without causing her unease.

``And yes,`` He started, his tone warm and welcoming. ``I do believe the world would be a better place if everyone complimented one another.`` Flareheart wasn't a fan of the rude nature most of his clanmates expressed, especially in the morning. After all, wasn't the morning the most important time of the day? It set the mood for the rest of the day, and if everyone wanted to be grumpy in this time, wouldn't every other moment of the day be just as negative? This was Flareheart's logic, believing that the mood set at the beginning of the day determined the rest of the day. From his perspective, his logic was completely true.

``Ah hunting! I'd love to hunt with you,`` Flareheart meowed. His tail-tip twitched with excitement, the same emotion that twinkled in his eyes. ``I bet I could catch more than you,`` He challenged, laughter in his voice. He didn't know how skilled Hawkfeather was in the art of the hunt, but Flareheart wasn't exactly the most talented. He could only hope that Hawkfeather was worse than he - for the sake of the challenge, that is.

[Socks]

Rushshade was a bit startled by the excitement of the young cat, his ear twitching uncomfortably but he pushed away the feeling and put on a smile for his apprentice. “You have a choice, today.” The half of the tail he had left swished.
“You could learn some hunting skills.” He crouched down in a hunting stance for a second before standing properly again. “Or some fighting skills.”
(This is the threads where we roleplay :P Webpaw & Co )

[Webpaw All The Way~]

Rushshade was a bit startled by the excitement of the young cat, his ear twitching uncomfortably but he pushed away the feeling and put on a smile for his apprentice. “You have a choice, today.” The half of the tail he had left swished.
“You could learn some hunting skills.” He crouched down in a hunting stance for a second before standing properly again. “Or some fighting skills.”
(This is the threads where we roleplay :P Webpaw & Co )

She stepped back, a little embarrassed when she realized she was making him uncomfortable. "Hmm.." Webpaw thought about her choices. Fighting is a good skill and she will need it for future battle but.. she wanted to be useful first and catch prey for the clan. "Hunting, if thats okay with you." Her tail swayed with excitement as she made her choice.

(Ok!)

[Ivy]

"Mommy never said that, we're always together, so I know what she says and what she doesn't say!" He said and held her down a whole lot harder, putting all his weight on it.

"And you won't be here forever, B-Kit." She sneered as she let her cyan eyes turn to slits. "I can easily ensure that. You're not with Mom 24/7!" She let out a high-pitched screech.

[Socks]

She stepped back, a little embarrassed when she realized she was making him uncomfortable. "Hmm.." Webpaw thought about her choices. Fighting is a good skill and she will need it for future battle but.. she wanted to be useful first and catch prey for the clan. "Hunting, if thats okay with you." Her tail swayed with excitement as she made her choice.

(Ok!)
Rushshade smiled. “A good choice. Now before we go out, do you know what the warrior code says about hunting?” He asked, sitting down and waiting for the apprentice’s reply

[Webpaw All The Way~]

Rushshade smiled. “A good choice. Now before we go out, do you know what the warrior code says about hunting?” He asked, sitting down and waiting for the apprentice’s reply


She took a minute to think about it. "Kits, Queens and Elders eat first?" She hoped she got it right. She remembers her mother telling her somethings about the warrior code like how warriors sit vigil after getting their warrior name, warriors must have one apprentice to be come deputy, and that deputies become leaders when the former leader dies or retires. She wonders how she can remember that but just puts that thought aside.

[Socks]

She took a minute to think about it. "Kits, Queens and Elders eat first?" She hoped she got it right. She remembers her mother telling her somethings about the warrior code like how warriors sit vigil after getting their warrior name, warriors must have one apprentice to be come deputy, and that deputies become leaders when the former leader dies or retires. She wonders how she can remember that but just puts that thought aside.
“Exactly, you must feed the clan before yourself. Only after you have caught prey for the clan and brought food to the elders can you eat yourself.” He nodded his head. “So you ready to head out, then?”

[Dovekit12]

"Hi Sunkit, hi Thunderkit, hi Darkkit, hi Echokit!" Berrykit smiled and darted over to his cousins, bouncing on his paws. Fernglow's smiled, then said, "Hello Moonfeather. How are you?" Fernglow's hadn't socialized much with his mate's sister, and regretted not doing so. He wanted to be good friends with her family so to prove he was a good mate. Moonlight12
Hi Berrykit" Darkkit said jumping around a bit.
Echokit cocked her head a bit then said "Hi."
Spottedkit hid a bit behind her mother.
"Hello Moonfeather" Owltail greeted her sister

[Webpaw All The Way~]

“Exactly, you must feed the clan before yourself. Only after you have caught prey for the clan and brought food to the elders can you eat yourself.” He nodded his head. “So you ready to head out, then?”

She smiled and nodded, excited to finally walk out of the camp and into the territory where prey lurk and they're the top predators. Her paws ached to run and catch prey.

[Gone]

"And you won't be here forever, B-Kit." She sneered as she let her cyan eyes turn to slits. "I can easily ensure that. You're not with Mom 24/7!" She let out a high-pitched screech.
"And you're not always with her either, nor are you always with dad!" The tom-kit screeched back before jumping on her and batting at her nose

[Socks]

She smiled and nodded, excited to finally walk out of the camp and into the territory where prey lurk and they're the top predators. Her paws ached to run and catch prey.
“Then follow along, this way.” He walked over to the entrance of the clan, making sure his apprentice was following. He walked out into the forest. (Continued in terriotory)

[graves]

Stormwing bit her lip uncertainly, just a little worried. If only she knew he wasn't going to hurt her. If only she understood. If only she could be completely sure - that Littlefoot was safe to be around, she would be so much more open. She could be fun! It was just... worry. Worry that drove her to the brink of madness sometimes. "I'm... I'm sorry, it's just - I don't - I mean, I sound kind of... weird, don't I? It's better... for - for everyone if I just don't... talk." Her ears flattened, realizing even in trying to explain she had still sounded weird. And the tom's kindness wasn't helping much. He was so nice to her... why? Why was he so nice to her? It almost made her more nervous.



Hawkfeather hadn't been expecting company, and she was a little bit surprised to hear the tom's voice - but at the same time, she was delighted he had approached her. And, wonder of wonders, he sounded friendly! Yes! A nice cat for me to talk with! Could this day get any better? The feline wondered. Yeah... didn't take much for Hawkfeather to start asking that question. Although she never spoke it aloud, having tested through trial and error and found that most cats thought it was... well... annoying. Obnoxious. Totally weird. And, of course, Hawkfeather didn't want to be one of those cats. Not that she had anything against them, as a matter of fact, she had found that they made excellent friends when it came down to it.She just wanted others to think that she was fun! A cat who could easily become their best friend, and definitely had the ability to be someone they could talk to.
　
Though Hawkfeather had never been the easiest cat to talk to anyways. Unfortunately. "Flareheart? That suits you! Your fur looks kinda flare-y!" Hawkfeather grinned, glancing over him. As usual her voice was peppy, hyper and ready-to-go sounding. Like nothing else in the world would ever matter but that. Pretty? No one ever called Hawkfeather pretty. And, being the cat she was, the feline smiled bigger and spoke again. "You're so nice! It's really nice to meet someone who gives out compliments like that, because the whole world would be a better place if they did, don't you think?" She mewed, before addressing the second thing she had noticed in his sentence. "And I'm not alone anymore! Because you came over to keep me company, and I'm so glad you did - now we can both go hunting and catch twice as much prey!" She was practically bouncing with excitement.
　
Yes, when it came to the soft-looking, sweet warrior... once she opened her mouth, it was very hard to get her to stop talking. For a moment she just stood there and stared at him, her paws still raising up in a sort of half-lift before she stopped and looked stunned. How could she forget? How could she have been so stupid? "I forgot to introduce myself! Sorry, that happens sometimes - but I'm Hawkfeather!" Honestly, the feline really liked her name. Some cats seemed a little dissatisfied with theirs... even changed them... but Hawkfeather would never do that! What if she forgot her new name? What if someone didn't like her new name? Not that that would bother her too much... she had never been one to care what others said about her. Mean things, anyways. They didn't hurt her feelings too much and she kept her head up high. More nice things were said about her, anyways.

Oh. Littlefoot frowned a bit, shuffling closer to the shecat in comfort. He didnt know what had caused her to feel this way, hell he barely knew her-seeing as they just met. But their was just an urge he had to stick close with Stormwing. "Youre only weird if you think youre weird..if it makes you feel better, I like this conversation and all. You seem more than nice." he gave a smile small. Who had caused her to have such low confidence? He wasnt pitying her at all, as that would be rude. But instead he wanted to find out what was the core of all this and what was upsetting her.

[fresh]

Upon reaching the clearing, Jaystorm purred. "Let's do that again sometime.. Just me, you, and the border skirmishes!"
Starstar

[Bandido]

Upon reaching the clearing, Jaystorm purred. "Let's do that again sometime.. Just me, you, and the border skirmishes!"
Starstar

"Uh, I don't think I want to deal with anymore trespassers, but okay." He laughed, stopping to take in hi surroundings. His whiskers twitched, before sitting down.

[NightWarrior4Life]

( NightWarrior4Life ) Redclaw laid in a patch of sunlight while icepaw and cherrypaw licked the blood off his pelt his eyes had a disconnected look as if he was reliving memories
HarmonyBlade was panting, trying to get over the shock, reminding himself that everyone was okay. "RedClaw, you're getting that checked out right?" He was referring to the many scratches all over bloody Redclaw. Then, the Tom turned to his shocked apprentice, Cherrypaw, and gave her orders. "Okay, Cherrypaw, if you and Icepaw are in good shape, could you please get some food from the prey pile? I think we all could use a decent meal after that..." HarmonyBlade nodded towards the large pile of prey in the corner of the camp, plump and juicy just waiting for a warrior to have his fill.

[lone]

Flareheart hadn't expected the feline to be so bubbly! He had been expecting more of a motherly she-cat, not a kit-like warrior similar to himself. But this didn't bother him at all, in fact, as he hadn't met another lighthearted cat in ages! He purred softly the entire time, quietly and politely listening to her rambling. He nodded in response to her question regarding a kinder world, and he didn't complain when she mentioned hunting. He'd be happy to go hunting with a new friend! He opened his mouth to answer, only for the molly to talk before him.


Hawkfeather! He had been right about the suffix of her name, that was for sure. He decided that the name fit her rather well. After concluding that she was finished speaking, Flareheart took his turn. ``Well, Hawkfeather, it's a pleasure to meet you, too!`` He displayed a charming grin, taking it upon himself to find comfort in a seated position. His bushy tail now lied over his paws, and he lowered his head just a bit until he felt he was as close as possible to Hawkfeather as he could be without causing her unease.

``And yes,`` He started, his tone warm and welcoming. ``I do believe the world would be a better place if everyone complimented one another.`` Flareheart wasn't a fan of the rude nature most of his clanmates expressed, especially in the morning. After all, wasn't the morning the most important time of the day? It set the mood for the rest of the day, and if everyone wanted to be grumpy in this time, wouldn't every other moment of the day be just as negative? This was Flareheart's logic, believing that the mood set at the beginning of the day determined the rest of the day. From his perspective, his logic was completely true.

``Ah hunting! I'd love to hunt with you,`` Flareheart meowed. His tail-tip twitched with excitement, the same emotion that twinkled in his eyes. ``I bet I could catch more than you,`` He challenged, laughter in his voice. He didn't know how skilled Hawkfeather was in the art of the hunt, but Flareheart wasn't exactly the most talented. He could only hope that Hawkfeather was worse than he - for the sake of the challenge, that is.

Flareheart seemed like such a nice cat to Hawkfeather! And, he shared her belief that the world would be a better place? Ooh, maybe he's going to be my new best friend!! Hawkfeather thought with a little smile coming over her features at that idea. If Flareheart were going to be her new best friend, she was going to have to get to know him better. Not that that had ever been a problem for the young feline. She was pretty good at getting to know other cats better. "Really? You want to go hunting with me? That's great!! Hey, and then we can patrol the borders and just talk! Because, you know, I don't know that much about you and I want to. I mean, you're a new friend! Or a new cat. I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new to the Clans??" Hawkfeather asked, her voice as quick and bubbly as before while she stared at the tom.
　
Some found Hawkfeather's staring rather unnerving, but of course, she believed it to be nothing but good. Why wouldn't someone find it nice to be stared at? Wasn't that like, a form of flattery or something? For her it was. Hawkfeather loved it when other cats stared at her, because she always imagined they were thinking such nice things about her. Like 'wow, isn't she cool?' or 'I'd want to have a nice long conversation with her sometime!' Of course, she was used to having hurtful things said about her too. Though Hawkfeather was pretty good at brushing all those things off and pretending that she was okay. Why did she pretend that? Who knew why the tabby did anything she did. "I want to know absolutely everything there is to know about you. If you have lots of friends, what your favorite color is, what your favorite prey is, which time of day you like best... and oh! What's your opinion on Snowstar? And Wheatfur? And Fennelnose?" She mewed, her voice reaching an excited pitch.
　
See, for Hawkfeather, this was the absolute form of friendship. Talking about colors and prey and friends... oh, she had forgotten to ask about his family! But that was okay. She would ask about that later. Probably much later, though Hawkfeather would have preferred for him to bring some subjects up too. Conversation was a two way thing! She couldn't come up with all the subject material. Okay, maybe she could, but... it would take a long time and Flareheart would most likely get bored.

Oh. Littlefoot frowned a bit, shuffling closer to the shecat in comfort. He didnt know what had caused her to feel this way, hell he barely knew her-seeing as they just met. But their was just an urge he had to stick close with Stormwing. "Youre only weird if you think youre weird..if it makes you feel better, I like this conversation and all. You seem more than nice." he gave a smile small. Who had caused her to have such low confidence? He wasnt pitying her at all, as that would be rude. But instead he wanted to find out what was the core of all this and what was upsetting her.
"R-really? More... more then, um... then nice?" Her hues seemed to shimmer with confusion for a moment before the slightest smile broke out on her features. It was like watching the sun chase away clouds that had been there for a very long time. Stormwing's tail flicked over her paws, moving back and forth as though it had a mind of it's own and were uncertain of what to do. Stormwing didn't like it when she felt like that. Littlefoot was one of the nicest cats that Stormwing had met in a long time, and hopefully... hopefully he would stay. Hopefully she would be able to maintain this friendship. "Thank you." It was all she could think of to say, but it seemed right. Thank you.

[fresh]

"Uh, I don't think I want to deal with anymore trespassers, but okay." He laughed, stopping to take in hi surroundings. His whiskers twitched, before sitting down.
Isn't Thrushwing gonna make teh first move?)
Jaystorm sat down tiredly closely next to him, their fur brushing. She layed down with her head on her paws and nodded sleepily, too exhausted to make heir report.

[Bandido]

Isn't Thrushwing gonna make teh first move?)
Jaystorm sat down tiredly closely next to him, their fur brushing. She layed down with her head on her paws and nodded sleepily, too exhausted to make heir report.

((His whiskers twitched for a reason :3))

Thrushwing layed his tail on Jaystorm's back. Purring, laying down with her. "You know, I waited for a moment like this..." He mewed, laying his head down.

[fresh]

((His whiskers twitched for a reason :3))

Thrushwing layed his tail on Jaystorm's back. Purring, laying down with her. "You know, I waited for a moment like this..." He mewed, laying his head down.
(:D :D :D)

Jaystorm didn't stiffen or bristle at his touch. Some would say this was because of how tired she was; but in reality it was because of a different reason.
"So have I," the molly purred.
:heartbounce:

[Bandido]

(:D :D :D)

Jaystorm didn't stiffen or bristle at his touch. Some would say this was because of how tired she was; but in reality it was because of a different reason.
"So have I," the molly purred.
:heartbounce:

Thrushwing's eyes widened. Had she felt the same way as he did for her? "Jaystorm, we've been friends for awhile, and I wanted to ask...could we be mates..?" His heartbeat went faster, the thought of her saying no would kill him, it felt.

[fresh]

Thrushwing's eyes widened. Had she felt the same way as he did for her? "Jaystorm, we've been friends for awhile, and I wanted to ask...could we be mates..?" His heartbeat went faster, the thought of her saying no would kill him, it felt.
*says no*
XD)
Awake in an instant, Jaystorm gasped. "You- you've felt like this, too?" Her heart thudded in her chest. All this time, I've wanted this. And now I can't even bring myself to say "yes"? She thought crossly.
Nuzzling the tom, she whispered, "Yes. I've loved you for a long time now... I don't think I could ever be happier then I am at this moment."
:heartbounce: :heartbounce: :heartbounce:

[Brilliance]

Passionblaze padded through the clearing. His yellow eyes was seeking out one she cat. And, one she cat alone. The stocky tom threw a smile at everyone he came passed, for he was always friendly and polite. Besides that, he knew his mother would had wanted him to act that way. Which, who he was looking for. Passionblaze needed to know some info. Mainly info on Burn...that Fox-hearted brother of his--and, that was only putting it lightly. He haven't heard from Burn in a while, and he was worried for him. After all, that was his brother. They came from the same litter. At one point, they had been best friend. And, now? It seemed like they were strangers.

If Passionblaze knew anyone would keep contact with Burn, it would be Springingsky--their mother. He continued to pad along, hoping to catch a glance at the snowy bengal. ''She has to be around here someone...'' He scrunched his nose, and flicked his ears. Looking up once, he caught the greenery of the leaves, and it made him smile. It reminded him of their father's eyes, and his brother's. Passionblaze didn't exactly share that eye color. His were more of a mixture of a greenish-yellow, but nonetheless dazzlingly as his brother's were.

''Momma!'' The tom stopped in his tracks, raised his tail as he looked around before he decided to lower it. His mother was an unpredictable feline. She did things on her own time, which Passionblaze admired a lot. He found her to be humorous, and her sassy personality always shone through. Most times he could remember her attitude from when they were kits. The tom went to sit under a tree, wrapping his tail limply around him, as his orbs searched around again. Perhaps, he was going about this the wrong way. ''What if she's in the elder den...?'' He tilted his head for a second, before a small chuckle escaped his maw. That was a high doubt that she would succumb to the elder's den. Very high doubt.

RedHead

[graves]

Flareheart seemed like such a nice cat to Hawkfeather! And, he shared her belief that the world would be a better place? Ooh, maybe he's going to be my new best friend!! Hawkfeather thought with a little smile coming over her features at that idea. If Flareheart were going to be her new best friend, she was going to have to get to know him better. Not that that had ever been a problem for the young feline. She was pretty good at getting to know other cats better. "Really? You want to go hunting with me? That's great!! Hey, and then we can patrol the borders and just talk! Because, you know, I don't know that much about you and I want to. I mean, you're a new friend! Or a new cat. I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new to the Clans??" Hawkfeather asked, her voice as quick and bubbly as before while she stared at the tom.
　
Some found Hawkfeather's staring rather unnerving, but of course, she believed it to be nothing but good. Why wouldn't someone find it nice to be stared at? Wasn't that like, a form of flattery or something? For her it was. Hawkfeather loved it when other cats stared at her, because she always imagined they were thinking such nice things about her. Like 'wow, isn't she cool?' or 'I'd want to have a nice long conversation with her sometime!' Of course, she was used to having hurtful things said about her too. Though Hawkfeather was pretty good at brushing all those things off and pretending that she was okay. Why did she pretend that? Who knew why the tabby did anything she did. "I want to know absolutely everything there is to know about you. If you have lots of friends, what your favorite color is, what your favorite prey is, which time of day you like best... and oh! What's your opinion on Snowstar? And Wheatfur? And Fennelnose?" She mewed, her voice reaching an excited pitch.
　
See, for Hawkfeather, this was the absolute form of friendship. Talking about colors and prey and friends... oh, she had forgotten to ask about his family! But that was okay. She would ask about that later. Probably much later, though Hawkfeather would have preferred for him to bring some subjects up too. Conversation was a two way thing! She couldn't come up with all the subject material. Okay, maybe she could, but... it would take a long time and Flareheart would most likely get bored.

"R-really? More... more then, um... then nice?" Her hues seemed to shimmer with confusion for a moment before the slightest smile broke out on her features. It was like watching the sun chase away clouds that had been there for a very long time. Stormwing's tail flicked over her paws, moving back and forth as though it had a mind of it's own and were uncertain of what to do. Stormwing didn't like it when she felt like that. Littlefoot was one of the nicest cats that Stormwing had met in a long time, and hopefully... hopefully he would stay. Hopefully she would be able to maintain this friendship. "Thank you." It was all she could think of to say, but it seemed right. Thank you.

Littlefoot could only nod, his smile unwavering. "You seem sweet," of course he wasnt just saying this to make the molly feel better, but he was actually being genuine. He himself dealt with his own issues. He commonly dealt with self acceptance, especially regarding his gender identity. Though recently things had been coming up for him, he knew there was alot of work to be done, but he was in a good place. And he wanted everyone around him to feel the same way with themselves. So if simply spending time with another cat who needed it most were to do that, then hed gladly do it. "Its no problem-honestly. Just dont be scared to talk to me, okay? I know we just met and all but," he looked up at her, "I wont hurt you."

[RedHead]

Passionblaze padded through the clearing. His yellow eyes was seeking out one she cat. And, one she cat alone. The stocky tom threw a smile at everyone he came passed, for he was always friendly and polite. Besides that, he knew his mother would had wanted him to act that way. Which, who he was looking for. Passionblaze needed to know some info. Mainly info on Burn...that Fox-hearted brother of his--and, that was only putting it lightly. He haven't heard from Burn in a while, and he was worried for him. After all, that was his brother. They came from the same litter. At one point, they had been best friend. And, now? It seemed like they were strangers.

If Passionblaze knew anyone would keep contact with Burn, it would be Springingsky--their mother. He continued to pad along, hoping to catch a glance at the snowy bengal. ''She has to be around here someone...'' He scrunched his nose, and flicked his ears. Looking up once, he caught the greenery of the leaves, and it made him smile. It reminded him of their father's eyes, and his brother's. Passionblaze didn't exactly share that eye color. His were more of a mixture of a greenish-yellow, but nonetheless dazzlingly as his brother's were.

''Momma!'' The tom stopped in his tracks, raised his tail as he looked around before he decided to lower it. His mother was an unpredictable feline. She did things on her own time, which Passionblaze admired a lot. He found her to be humorous, and her sassy personality always shone through. Most times he could remember her attitude from when they were kits. The tom went to sit under a tree, wrapping his tail limply around him, as his orbs searched around again. Perhaps, he was going about this the wrong way. ''What if she's in the elder den...?'' He tilted his head for a second, before a small chuckle escaped his maw. That was a high doubt that she would succumb to the elder's den. Very high doubt.

RedHead


The snowy Bengal had made it back to camp after a morning of stretching out he limbs. Since the feline was getting old, she had to do that every morning to keep herself fit and healthy. She was still young compared to some cats, and had plenty of life left in her, but she wanted to remain a warrior as long as she could. So she had decided to start exercising in her younger old years. As she called them. Springingsky did have grandkits, but her oldest one was an apprentice, so still young. And the molly planned to live until she at least has great grandkits. And that would be easy to attain, considering her son Burn's nature. Ever since he was born, he had always been the more rebellious kit, constantly getting into trouble and not acting the way that she had raised him. Springingsky had taught both of her kits to be gentleman, but when Burn, Burntpaw at the time, hit apprentice age, he completely broke off that behavior. Springingsky could agree that Flamingpassion, her beloved mate, had been a little harsh on him, but he was only trying to keep him from getting hurt.

As she was casting her brilliant sky-blue eyes around the clearing, her sharp hearing picked up a few words. Her other son's, Passionblaze's, scent hit her nose, and she turned around to see him sitting not far away from her, facing the opposite direction. Hearing what he had said, she walked up to him, lashing her tail playfully. "Elder's den?! Blazey, how dare you even think about that?" Her voice was filled to the brim with amusement, but it still rang with authority, and her eyes danced with blue fire. Not the malicious, angry fire that always had filled Burn's eyes, but the feirce, protective kind of fire. "You're not allowed to even say those words until I'm at least 100 moons." Springingsky flicked her tail, coming to sit next to her son. Most cats would think she was joking, but really, she wasn't. She would fight any cat to the death of they tried to make her retire before her time.

Licking the top of Passionblaze's head, in which she had to stretch her neck a little because he was taller than her, the warrior prepared to share news with her son that she had just heard this morning, from a friendly Windclan cat. She always seemed to get lucky meeting cats on the border, as this one was a good friend of her son Burn's newest ex-mate, a Windclan Queen named Searwhisper. Even though Windclan and Thunderclan were not at good terms right now, Springingsky was able to make the young Windclan warrior talk. Let's just say that Springingsky might have thrown some insults in there before the other cat became friendly enough to talk. Springingsky waited for a moment though, wanting to know why Passionblaze had been looking for her in the first place.

[lone]

Littlefoot could only nod, his smile unwavering. "You seem sweet," of course he wasnt just saying this to make the molly feel better, but he was actually being genuine. He himself dealt with his own issues. He commonly dealt with self acceptance, especially regarding his gender identity. Though recently things had been coming up for him, he knew there was alot of work to be done, but he was in a good place. And he wanted everyone around him to feel the same way with themselves. So if simply spending time with another cat who needed it most were to do that, then hed gladly do it. "Its no problem-honestly. Just dont be scared to talk to me, okay? I know we just met and all but," he looked up at her, "I wont hurt you."
"I..." Stormwing wasn't quite sure what to say to that. She seemed sweet? Why did he think that? Or, a better question might be, why didn't she believe it? Again with him telling her he wouldn't hurt her. Softly, the feline shifted her weight. Was she supposed to believe him or not? For a moment Stormwing didn't say anything before she sighed. "You, um... you seem like a really... a really nice cat. But, I just - it's hard - it's hard to know who to trust these days. I'm just... worried, that's all. Nothing - nothing personal, nothing against y-you, I'm just being... careful." Yeah. Careful. Where had that gotten her in the past exactly? Not many places. But hey, being safe was more important.

[Brilliance]

The snowy Bengal had made it back to camp after a morning of stretching out he limbs. Since the feline was getting old, she had to do that every morning to keep herself fit and healthy. She was still young compared to some cats, and had plenty of life left in her, but she wanted to remain a warrior as long as she could. So she had decided to start exercising in her younger old years. As she called them. Springingsky did have grandkits, but her oldest one was an apprentice, so still young. And the molly planned to live until she at least has great grandkits. And that would be easy to attain, considering her son Burn's nature. Ever since he was born, he had always been the more rebellious kit, constantly getting into trouble and not acting the way that she had raised him. Springingsky had taught both of her kits to be gentleman, but when Burn, Burntpaw at the time, hit apprentice age, he completely broke off that behavior. Springingsky could agree that Flamingpassion, her beloved mate, had been a little harsh on him, but he was only trying to keep him from getting hurt.

As she was casting her brilliant sky-blue eyes around the clearing, her sharp hearing picked up a few words. Her other son's, Passionblaze's, scent hit her nose, and she turned around to see him sitting not far away from her, facing the opposite direction. Hearing what he had said, she walked up to him, lashing her tail playfully. "Elder's den?! Blazey, how dare you even think about that?" Her voice was filled to the brim with amusement, but it still rang with authority, and her eyes danced with blue fire. Not the malicious, angry fire that always had filled Burn's eyes, but the feirce, protective kind of fire. "You're not allowed to even say those words until I'm at least 100 moons." Springingsky flicked her tail, coming to sit next to her son. Most cats would think she was joking, but really, she wasn't. She would fight any cat to the death of they tried to make her retire before her time.

Licking the top of Passionblaze's head, in which she had to stretch her neck a little because he was taller than her, the warrior prepared to share news with her son that she had just heard this morning, from a friendly Windclan cat. She always seemed to get lucky meeting cats on the border, as this one was a good friend of her son Burn's newest ex-mate, a Windclan Queen named Searwhisper. Even though Windclan and Thunderclan were not at good terms right now, Springingsky was able to make the young Windclan warrior talk. Let's just say that Springingsky might have thrown some insults in there before the other cat became friendly enough to talk. Springingsky waited for a moment though, wanting to know why Passionblaze had been looking for her in the first place.


Passionblaze grew startled upon his mother's voice, and he quickly snapped his head to turn and look at her, an audible purr escaping his maw. He adored his mother, that was for sure. She was the only she cat he found himself trusting, and he didn't know what he would do without her. His tail swished a bit as he moved over to make room for Springingsky. ''Oh, my. How can I forget?'' He mused, shaking his head. ''You don't even look a day past twenty moons, momma.'' He purred once more. He knew how serious she was when it came to retirement. He doubt she would be even need to retire any time soon. As long as she stayed out of wars...trouble..away from the other terrible things that were inevitable to get away from.

Like disease. Sickness. Or, mother nature itself. Truthfully, Passionblaze dreaded that day when his mother became too old, and would be forced to retire to the Elders' den. He wouldn't know what he would do without her. She was like the rock he leaned on, despite her slick attitude and sassy remarks. Though, he always knew they were out of love. ''Ah--sorry, momma! You can't blame me though,'' He chuckled, ''I thought you had friends you usually spoke with there. Please, spare me.'' He playfully remarked, and gently brushed his tail against her.

Now, for the real reason Passionblaze wanted to see his mother was because she knew everything that went on within Thunderclan--within all the clans. He didn't need Snowstar to tell him the news. The feline that could do that job sat next to him. How lucky was he? The tom's vivid yellow-green hues lit up brightly, ''So--I know you're dying to tell me,'' Haven't she always been? Wanting to tell him everything he asked for? It was quite the odd relationship, but he wouldn't change it for the world. Though he preferred to keep the news about Burn's activities hidden from his niece, Foxpaw. The recently became apprentice probably wouldn't care about her father, but still. Passionblaze felt that he needed to protect her. ''Lay it on me--gently, mother. Gently.'' He laughed. ''What's going on with that brother of mine?''

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

HarmonyBlade was panting, trying to get over the shock, reminding himself that everyone was okay. "RedClaw, you're getting that checked out right?" He was referring to the many scratches all over bloody Redclaw. Then, the Tom turned to his shocked apprentice, Cherrypaw, and gave her orders. "Okay, Cherrypaw, if you and Icepaw are in good shape, could you please get some food from the prey pile? I think we all could use a decent meal after that..." HarmonyBlade nodded towards the large pile of prey in the corner of the camp, plump and juicy just waiting for a warrior to have his fill.
"Ya i will" redclaw said as cherrypaw got up and went to the fresh kill pile grabbing a vole for redclaw a mouse for herself a thrush for icepaw and a rabbit for her mentor carrying the prey back she set it down and carried her mouse and vole over to redclaw giving him the vole and laying next to him with her mouse icepaw grabbed her thrush and laid on his other side

[Ivy]

"And you're not always with her either, nor are you always with dad!" The tom-kit screeched back before jumping on her and batting at her nose

By now, Dawnkit's vocal chords were quite horse so she lowered her voice and tone to a venomous whisper. "Then Brother mine, I suggest we see who comes out on top when I am proclaimed leader! You may be like...one and a half seconds older than me, or you may be the greatest warrior, but I will be the one who always causes you to fall. The smallest thing can bring even the strongest down." She let out a fit as she rolled over tumbling repeatedly onto the soft, dirt floor of the Nursery.

[Gone]

By now, Dawnkit's vocal chords were quite horse so she lowered her voice and tone to a venomous whisper. "Then Brother mine, I suggest we see who comes out on top when I am proclaimed leader! You may be like...one and a half seconds older than me, or you may be the greatest warrior, but I will be the one who always causes you to fall. The smallest thing can bring even the strongest down." She let out a fit as she rolled over tumbling repeatedly onto the soft, dirt floor of the Nursery.
Brookkit laughed almost evilly as she spoke. "The leader isn't the strongest cat in the clan... That's what you don't seem to realize, because even if you ever turn leader, I will personally take care of you..." He whispered and tumbled around with her until a fairly recognizable voice rang across the nursery. "Brookkit, Dawnkit, stop it, now." Alderstripe said.

[Ivy]

Brookkit laughed almost evilly as she spoke. "The leader isn't the strongest cat in the clan... That's what you don't seem to realize, because even if you ever turn leader, I will personally take care of you..." He whispered and tumbled around with her until a fairly recognizable voice rang across the nursery. "Brookkit, Dawnkit, stop it, now." Alderstripe said.

As Dawnkit gathered herself together, she sat blinking her eyes free of sand from the ground. When her vision returned to normal, she saw her father on his paws, sharp eyes both trained on them. Her mother, came up next to her mate and looked at them both with only disapproval in her eyes, making Dawnkit's rebellious look in her eyes wither. Violeteye entwined her black tail with Alderstripe's nut-brown one to reassure her mate. "What would be a good punishment?" She asked both of them; Dawnkit looking down at the dirt in her shame, wisely not answering.

[Gone]

As Dawnkit gathered herself together, she sat blinking her eyes free of sand from the ground. When her vision returned to normal, she saw her father on his paws, sharp eyes both trained on them. Her mother, came up next to her mate and looked at them both with only disapproval in her eyes, making Dawnkit's rebellious look in her eyes wither. Violeteye entwined her black tail with Alderstripe's nut-brown one to reassure her mate. "What would be a good punishment?" She asked both of them; Dawnkit looking down at the dirt in her shame, wisely not answering.
Brookkit gazed at his father as well, ears flattening against the back of his head, just like his sister, he wasn't saying a word and turned his gaze towards the ground, fearing another punishment, which was mostly confirmed as he heard his mother. Alderstripe gave a shake of his head. "None, but if they don't want one, they'll stop, I know it..." He said simply.

[Ivy]

Brookkit gazed at his father as well, ears flattening against the back of his head, just like his sister, he wasn't saying a word and turned his gaze towards the ground, fearing another punishment, which was mostly confirmed as he heard his mother. Alderstripe gave a shake of his head. "None, but if they don't want one, they'll stop, I know it..." He said simply.

Violeteye sighed. "I really did think you two would be more mature to handle this." She looked behind her shoulder. "Alderstripe, could you watch them for a bit?" She asked her mate. "I think it might be nice just to go for a walk with Brookkit." She said as she left her mate by the entrance, picking up her son by his tiny scruff, lifting the tinier cat easily.

[Gone]

Violeteye sighed. "I really did think you two would be more mature to handle this." She looked behind her shoulder. "Alderstripe, could you watch them for a bit?" She asked her mate. "I think it might be nice just to go for a walk with Brookkit." She said as she left her mate by the entrance, picking up her son by his tiny scruff, lifting the tinier cat easily.
The tom gave a nod. "Yeah, sure, I can watch her." He mewed and approached his daughter befre lifting her by her scruff, a smile on his face.
Brookkit smield widely as he was picked up by his mother, that meant she loved him more!!!

[Ivy]

The tom gave a nod. "Yeah, sure, I can watch her." He mewed and approached his daughter befre lifting her by her scruff, a smile on his face.
Brookkit smield widely as he was picked up by his mother, that meant she loved him more!!!

Dawnkit squeaked in protest, writing in her father's hold. "Before we go anywhere, I wanna hear a story about you!" She protested. The tiny black kit always liked when her parents told stories during earlier seasons, especially the second Evil Era. "Brookkit, we've gone over this countless times. You need to start shaping up to be a good role model for your sister." Violeteye's mew was wary. All she had wanted to do was cuddle with her mate while giving their kits some time to themselves to prove they were responsible.

[NightWarrior4Life]

"Ya i will" redclaw said as cherrypaw got up and went to the fresh kill pile grabbing a vole for redclaw a mouse for herself a thrush for icepaw and a rabbit for her mentor carrying the prey back she set it down and carried her mouse and vole over to redclaw giving him the vole and laying next to him with her mouse icepaw grabbed her thrush and laid on his other side
The ginger warrior smiled gratefully to his apprentice then tucked in to the rabbit. After eating half, he dragged the rest into the nursery for his mate then returned empty pawed moments later.

All cats now full, HarmonyBlade spoke "Alright, you two. I think you've had enough training for today. Go to your dens and get some rest. Redclaw will be fine before you know it. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow, we'll do some more battle training." He yawned, showing sharp teeth, his breath warm and smelling of rodent. HarmonyBlade blinked as the red brick colour of the sunset flooded through the trees, engulfing the camp in evening flame. He squinted one last time before stalking off to the Warriors' den.

[AbsurdJinx]

Flareheart seemed like such a nice cat to Hawkfeather! And, he shared her belief that the world would be a better place? Ooh, maybe he's going to be my new best friend!! Hawkfeather thought with a little smile coming over her features at that idea. If Flareheart were going to be her new best friend, she was going to have to get to know him better. Not that that had ever been a problem for the young feline. She was pretty good at getting to know other cats better. "Really? You want to go hunting with me? That's great!! Hey, and then we can patrol the borders and just talk! Because, you know, I don't know that much about you and I want to. I mean, you're a new friend! Or a new cat. I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new to the Clans??" Hawkfeather asked, her voice as quick and bubbly as before while she stared at the tom.
　
Some found Hawkfeather's staring rather unnerving, but of course, she believed it to be nothing but good. Why wouldn't someone find it nice to be stared at? Wasn't that like, a form of flattery or something? For her it was. Hawkfeather loved it when other cats stared at her, because she always imagined they were thinking such nice things about her. Like 'wow, isn't she cool?' or 'I'd want to have a nice long conversation with her sometime!' Of course, she was used to having hurtful things said about her too. Though Hawkfeather was pretty good at brushing all those things off and pretending that she was okay. Why did she pretend that? Who knew why the tabby did anything she did. "I want to know absolutely everything there is to know about you. If you have lots of friends, what your favorite color is, what your favorite prey is, which time of day you like best... and oh! What's your opinion on Snowstar? And Wheatfur? And Fennelnose?" She mewed, her voice reaching an excited pitch.
　
See, for Hawkfeather, this was the absolute form of friendship. Talking about colors and prey and friends... oh, she had forgotten to ask about his family! But that was okay. She would ask about that later. Probably much later, though Hawkfeather would have preferred for him to bring some subjects up too. Conversation was a two way thing! She couldn't come up with all the subject material. Okay, maybe she could, but... it would take a long time and Flareheart would most likely get bored.

[ i realized that if they do get together & have a family, they'll be the best parents ever ]

Flareheart stayed silent throughout Hawkfeather's rambling, nodding his head as he listened - or shaking it `no` when she asked if her were new to the clans. He determined it was for the best, remaining quiet. Right now, he was in his flirtatious mode. Later, when they began hunting, he'd probably adopt a kit-like personality. When flirting - or in Hawkfeather's case, attempting to flirt, Flareheart proved himself to be a rather charming tomcat. He acted like a responsible warrior that took his duties seriously, but was able to have fun throughout the day. He felt he played the perfect charmer that many she-cats dreamed of being with. He had successfully charmed a few mollies, but a majority of them didn't fall for his act.

He didn't mind Hawkfeather's staring. After all, he had been looking her up and down, admiring her beautiful features. And her staring made him feel as though she was also interested in him, though in reality, that was not the case. Flareheart believed Hawkfeather was too kit-like to even consider any form of a relationship. At least, at first. Maybe later, after they'd gotten to know each other better, would the she-cat mature a bit and take an interest in him.

He wondered how to respond to Hawkfeather's abundance of questions and comments. Flareheart just opened his mouth, and hoped his words made sense. ``My favorite color,`` He slowly drawled in his charming tone, his gaze searching her eyes. ``Is the color of your eyes. I've never seen eyes as beautiful as yours.`` The corners of his lips lifted in what would be a victory smirk, but what he turned into a warm smile. ``I love the morning, I believe how you act in the morning determines the rest of your day. I favor squirrels over any other prey, and I have nothing against Snowstar, Fennelnose, or Wheatfur. In my opinion, they're doing a fantastic job. And I have very few friends as I tend to irritate many of my clanmates.``

Flareheart hoped he had answered her correctly. He had heard her questions once, and attempted to remember them as he formed answers. He was unaware of if he had acknowledged all her questions or not, but he simply shrugged his doubt off and assumed he was all set. ``What about you? Favorite color, prey, time of day, opinions on our high ranks... any friends or family?`` By asking about her family or friends, he was really interested in knowing if she already had an interest or a mate. He'd gotten in a couple situations where he flirted with a feline who already had an interest or a mate. He was getting excited now, his kit-like excitement showing in his next question. ``And if you could be in any clan - except ThunderClan - which clan would you choose and why?``

[wren]

Pathos
fenic!
starfall
The Eye Of The Storm
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[ me so I know! It's been about two moons since the ]
[ Kittens had been born so they are two moons now ]
[ I'm trying to get the plot up and running again! <3 ]

Royal blue eyes flicked open as a thin stream of light dappled the queens pelt from above. Snaking its way through the tightly intertwined thicket of the nursery. She wrinkled her nose allowing the scents to filter through her nostrils and exit. Taking in what information she could. The kittens at her belly suckling calmly, the other queens still slumbering, the bustle of mentors and apprentices outside, and finally the sweet scent of milk everywhere. She recalled how bland the Warriors den smelled, it was an improvement for her. The only downfall was the other queens who would gawk at her kits. Whispering about the origin of their father. She blinked her eyes, whisking the thoughts away. As gently as possible she raised herself onto her forepaws. Letting her kittens adjust to her movement before sitting up fully. She raised her head to the ceiling of the den and stretched out her back. She released a heavy sigh before looking back down. Such small little things. Weak little things. Helpless without me. What if had done it? Left them with onyx? Or with Romeo. Would my life continue the way it should be... Would here be less struggle... she sighed deeply yet again. Fixating her eyes on her small kittens. They huddled close for warmth and protection. Sleeping the worries of the clan gossip away while she carried the burden. If only they knew. The only cat that truly wanted them around was wheatfur. Her older brother. She batted her eyes for a moment. Perhaps that was a lie. she thought. Her eyes tracing the small bundles of fur at her paws. Perhaps... the queen than dismissed the thought and began rasping at her chest fur. Licking down the small tufts of wispy fur. Her coat was thin. Quite thin was almost a disadvantage at times. Leaf bare was unbearable for her. She couldn't hunt for long or go out to much. She was forced to do some mouse brained tasks that apprentices often did. As long as it kept her out of the cold. That is. The kits where somewhat lucky they adapted to their fathers fur. It was a stroke of luck that kept her bad genes away. She bent down and began to slowly lick her kittens fur back into place. Pressing down the uneven tufts gently. I believe I'm getting good at this. she smiled to herself and sat back up. Admiring her handy work. Everything all proper and set as it should be. She nodded to herself. The queens heart was softening overtime. Getting used to the idea these where her's. That she needed to love them in order to keep them alive. Though she may not admit to loving them she certainly did have a part in her heart. And she was proud such beautiful kittens where her's. But smothered those feelings away when given the chance to show her immense love.

[Gone]

Dawnkit squeaked in protest, writing in her father's hold. "Before we go anywhere, I wanna hear a story about you!" She protested. The tiny black kit always liked when her parents told stories during earlier seasons, especially the second Evil Era. "Brookkit, we've gone over this countless times. You need to start shaping up to be a good role model for your sister." Violeteye's mew was wary. All she had wanted to do was cuddle with her mate while giving their kits some time to themselves to prove they were responsible.
Alderstripe shook his head. "No, I won't tell you a story about me, so now, start acting like your brother a tad, at least, he's a lot calmer and I don't want to scare you with my story." The brown tabby mewed, gazing down at his daughter.
Brookkit nodded. "But I already do that! She's stubborn." He mewed, he also wanted to be with his father, he wanted to cuddle with his parents.

[Captain]

SpringtrapFNAF

Autumnleaf quietly walked into the spacious clearing, her gentle green-hued eyes scanning around as she glanced at a clanmate as she passed them, her short tail waving back and forth as the small she-cat made her way through the area. She was finally given an apprentice of her own to train, it took a long time, but she finally was able to do something to take her mind off of her past and focus on the future of her apprentice - Nettlepaw. She knew nothing about her apprentice yet and hoped to learn much about them, become a good mentor unlike the one that she had when the American Bobtail was an apprentice. Autumnleaf shook her head at the thought, not wanting to think back to her youthful days and the awful memories she had from back then. Right now, her focus was on training for today.

Padding over to the fresh-kill pile, the quiet female picked up a plump vole in her jaws for a light morning meal before they would head out today. Autumnleaf gave a lighthearted sigh and headed over to the usual spot where she ate on the edge of camp underneath a lush tree that gave her a relaxing shady area to enjoy herself. She laid down, her soft belly against the cooling dirt as she rested the still prey between her paws and quietly looked around for Nettlepaw before leaning down and taking a bite of her meal, savoring the taste.

[Ivy]

Alderstripe shook his head. "No, I won't tell you a story about me, so now, start acting like your brother a tad, at least, he's a lot calmer and I don't want to scare you with my story." The brown tabby mewed, gazing down at his daughter.
Brookkit nodded. "But I already do that! She's stubborn." He mewed, he also wanted to be with his father, he wanted to cuddle with his parents.


Dawnkit gazed at her father, a slight pitiful whimper crept into her tone.
Using a trick she had learned from watching her mother, she gave him a pitiful look that Violeteye sometimes used on Alderstripe when she wanted him to do something. Either going out for a walk when he didn't want to, or asking him to watch the kits while she hung out with her friends.

Violeteye looked at him, her vibrant eyes narrowed. Flicking her tail disapprovingly. She set her son down on the ground. "I need you to really just try to be the better one. Maybe that will influence your sister to do well." She pleaded.

[Barnabas]

SpringtrapFNAF

Autumnleaf quietly walked into the spacious clearing, her gentle green-hued eyes scanning around as she glanced at a clanmate as she passed them, her short tail waving back and forth as the small she-cat made her way through the area. She was finally given an apprentice of her own to train, it took a long time, but she finally was able to do something to take her mind off of her past and focus on the future of her apprentice - Nettlepaw. She knew nothing about her apprentice yet and hoped to learn much about them, become a good mentor unlike the one that she had when the American Bobtail was an apprentice. Autumnleaf shook her head at the thought, not wanting to think back to her youthful days and the awful memories she had from back then. Right now, her focus was on training for today.

Padding over to the fresh-kill pile, the quiet female picked up a plump vole in her jaws for a light morning meal before they would head out today. Autumnleaf gave a lighthearted sigh and headed over to the usual spot where she ate on the edge of camp underneath a lush tree that gave her a relaxing shady area to enjoy herself. She laid down, her soft belly against the cooling dirt as she rested the still prey between her paws and quietly looked around for Nettlepaw before leaning down and taking a bite of her meal, savoring the taste.

Nettlepaw made her way slowly out of the apprentices den, searching from side to side to look for her mentor. After a while of looking the apprentice spotted Autumnleaf over by the edge of camp. Nettlepaw padded over to her mentor with her a swish of her tail. "Good afternoon Autumnleaf. I see that you have gotten something to eat before training." meowed the Thunderclan apprentice with a sudden flick of her tail.

I wonder what we're going to do today. As long as I'm not stuck in camp I'll do anything to get out of staying inside camp all day today.

Nettlepaw gave her chest fur a few licks before she put her gaze on her mentor. "So, what are we going to do today?" wondered the young Molly with an urge to run right out of camp to do what she's told. The young cat felt her paws begin to shake, wanting to go on some kind of an adventure for her clan.

[Gone]

Dawnkit gazed at her father, a slight pitiful whimper crept into her tone.
Using a trick she had learned from watching her mother, she gave him a pitiful look that Violeteye sometimes used on Alderstripe when she wanted him to do something. Either going out for a walk when he didn't want to, or asking him to watch the kits while she hung out with her friends.

Violeteye looked at him, her vibrant eyes narrowed. Flicking her tail disapprovingly. She set her son down on the ground. "I need you to really just try to be the better one. Maybe that will influence your sister to do well." She pleaded.
Alderstripe shook his head. "That won't work with me, Dawnkit, it may work when your mother does it, but not you." He mewed.

Brookkit nodded. "I will try!" He said, smiling up at her.

[Captain]

Nettlepaw made her way slowly out of the apprentices den, searching from side to side to look for her mentor. After a while of looking the apprentice spotted Autumnleaf over by the edge of camp. Nettlepaw padded over to her mentor with her a swish of her tail. "Good afternoon Autumnleaf. I see that you have gotten something to eat before training." meowed the Thunderclan apprentice with a sudden flick of her tail.

I wonder what we're going to do today. As long as I'm not stuck in camp I'll do anything to get out of staying inside camp all day today.

Nettlepaw gave her chest fur a few licks before she put her gaze on her mentor. "So, what are we going to do today?" wondered the young Molly with an urge to run right out of camp to do what she's told. The young cat felt her paws begin to shake, wanting to go on some kind of an adventure for her clan.

As the warrior quietly ate her plump vole, she noticed the apprentice slip out of their den out of the corner of her vision. A gentle smile slipped onto the she-cat’s maw when she noticed her strolling over once Nettlepaw spotted her at the edge of the clearing. She lifted her head from her meal when the apprentice addressed her and the American Bobtail dipped her head to the younger cat. “Good afternoon to you too, Nettlepaw, and yes, I thought I would get something to eat before training today so that I wouldn’t be hungry while training you.” A gentle rumbling chuckle came from her as she shifted into a sitting position, “I do hope that you have eaten this day and are ready for today’s lesson.” The warrior decided to mention, her whiskers twitching with content.

Autumnleaf could see the eagerness in the she-cat’s stance, wanting to get out of the crowded camp area and into the hunting grounds. “Ah, you remind me of when I was your age - so energetic and determined to train with your mentor, ready to work to become Thunderclan’s next honorable warrior.” She purred, her bobbed tail waving back and forth behind her as she spoke, “Well, I think it would be wise to let my apprentice choose what they would like to learn for their first lesson” The female murmured, lifting a paw and licking it several times, resting her keen emerald-hued gaze on Nettlepaw, “What would you like to know first, young one?” She finally officially asked the young apprentice, “Hunting perhaps? Or fighting?” She could tell that this young cat had potential, but it could only be shown once she saw how Nettlepaw was when actually training physically.

[Spirit]

Pathos fenic! starfall The Eye Of The Storm Wyldfire

Dreamkit was lying furthest away from her mother. She had made it look like it was just coincidence, when in truth, she always wanted to rebel and stay as far away from her family. Already at two moons, she had picked up on the vibes her mother reeked off - She had not wanted them. As well as the other queens. They clearly disliked the kits, for reasons Dreamkit hadn't yet picked up on.
She'd already started going out of the nursery a few times, meeting new people that had absolutely no relation to her. That was nice, at some points. She especially liked Dark, who had talked to her from the first time she had stepped foot outside the nursery. She was nice, and agreed with Dreamkit about her mother being neglective and a bad mother.
As the small tonkinese kitten felt her mother's tongue rasp across her fur, Dreamkit shook herself afterwards. She did -not- like that. How could her littermates be with their mother all the time?

(Sorry for the short reply, little hard to make it long when they're but kits ^^ Also, I mean no offense with Dream's hate to her mother - It is all Dream ;) )

[Barnabas]

As the warrior quietly ate her plump vole, she noticed the apprentice slip out of their den out of the corner of her vision. A gentle smile slipped onto the she-cat’s maw when she noticed her strolling over once Nettlepaw spotted her at the edge of the clearing. She lifted her head from her meal when the apprentice addressed her and the American Bobtail dipped her head to the younger cat. “Good afternoon to you too, Nettlepaw, and yes, I thought I would get something to eat before training today so that I wouldn’t be hungry while training you.” A gentle rumbling chuckle came from her as she shifted into a sitting position, “I do hope that you have eaten this day and are ready for today’s lesson.” The warrior decided to mention, her whiskers twitching with content.

Autumnleaf could see the eagerness in the she-cat’s stance, wanting to get out of the crowded camp area and into the hunting grounds. “Ah, you remind me of when I was your age - so energetic and determined to train with your mentor, ready to work to become Thunderclan’s next honorable warrior.” She purred, her bobbed tail waving back and forth behind her as she spoke, “Well, I think it would be wise to let my apprentice choose what they would like to learn for their first lesson” The female murmured, lifting a paw and licking it several times, resting her keen emerald-hued gaze on Nettlepaw, “What would you like to know first, young one?” She finally officially asked the young apprentice, “Hunting perhaps? Or fighting?” She could tell that this young cat had potential, but it could only be shown once she saw how Nettlepaw was when actually training physically.

Nettlepaw let out an approving purr at the older cats comment."I believe that all warriors when they were only just apprentices were as hyperactive and very keen to hurry up and get to training." replied the apprentice with a friendly smile. The young Molly apprentice glanced around the camp, before glancing at her mentor once again.

I don't know what I want to do today. Battle training and hunting are both very important in my training. Oh Starclan help me!

The tabby she-cat calmed herself down before saying "I think we should start my training by practicing my hunting skills. I haven't hunted before in my life." Nettlepaw licked her left paw real quick, drawing it over her ear,
keeping one of her eyes hooked on Autumnleaf.

Hunting seems easier than battle training!

[Captain]

Nettlepaw let out an approving purr at the older cats comment."I believe that all warriors when they were only just apprentices were as hyperactive and very keen to hurry up and get to training." replied the apprentice with a friendly smile. The young Molly apprentice glanced around the camp, before glancing at her mentor once again.

I don't know what I want to do today. Battle training and hunting are both very important in my training. Oh Starclan help me!

The tabby she-cat calmed herself down before saying "I think we should start my training by practicing my hunting skills. I haven't hunted before in my life." Nettlepaw licked her left paw real quick, drawing it over her ear,
keeping one of her eyes hooked on Autumnleaf.

Hunting seems easier than battle training!


Autumnleaf chuckled slightly, her ears twitching ever so quietly as she nodded and agreed with her apprentice’s words. “I just wish that most of the warriors, including myself, still had the energy from their training days.” She shook her head and smiled, enjoying this moment with Nettlepaw and feeling like she could get along with her quite well - she was originally nervous, wondering if her apprentice wouldn’t like her or something. So far, this was going well in her eyes.

The small warrior listened to her apprentice, a gentle smile still evident on her maw as she peered at the younger cat. “And that, Nettlepaw, is why I am here to teach you the fine skill of hunting - besides, a cat’s first hunt on their own is a very important moment in their lives.” Autumnleaf remarked, “Would you like to get something to eat first or are you ready to head out now?” She decided to ask her apprentice with a tilt of her head, her whiskers twitching as the gentle murmur of chatter rang throughout the camp around them.

[lone]

[ i realized that if they do get together & have a family, they'll be the best parents ever ]


Flareheart stayed silent throughout Hawkfeather's rambling, nodding his head as he listened - or shaking it `no` when she asked if her were new to the clans. He determined it was for the best, remaining quiet. Right now, he was in his flirtatious mode. Later, when they began hunting, he'd probably adopt a kit-like personality. When flirting - or in Hawkfeather's case, attempting to flirt, Flareheart proved himself to be a rather charming tomcat. He acted like a responsible warrior that took his duties seriously, but was able to have fun throughout the day. He felt he played the perfect charmer that many she-cats dreamed of being with. He had successfully charmed a few mollies, but a majority of them didn't fall for his act.

He didn't mind Hawkfeather's staring. After all, he had been looking her up and down, admiring her beautiful features. And her staring made him feel as though she was also interested in him, though in reality, that was not the case. Flareheart believed Hawkfeather was too kit-like to even consider any form of a relationship. At least, at first. Maybe later, after they'd gotten to know each other better, would the she-cat mature a bit and take an interest in him.

He wondered how to respond to Hawkfeather's abundance of questions and comments. Flareheart just opened his mouth, and hoped his words made sense. ``My favorite color,`` He slowly drawled in his charming tone, his gaze searching her eyes. ``Is the color of your eyes. I've never seen eyes as beautiful as yours.`` The corners of his lips lifted in what would be a victory smirk, but what he turned into a warm smile. ``I love the morning, I believe how you act in the morning determines the rest of your day. I favor squirrels over any other prey, and I have nothing against Snowstar, Fennelnose, or Wheatfur. In my opinion, they're doing a fantastic job. And I have very few friends as I tend to irritate many of my clanmates.``

Flareheart hoped he had answered her correctly. He had heard her questions once, and attempted to remember them as he formed answers. He was unaware of if he had acknowledged all her questions or not, but he simply shrugged his doubt off and assumed he was all set. ``What about you? Favorite color, prey, time of day, opinions on our high ranks... any friends or family?`` By asking about her family or friends, he was really interested in knowing if she already had an interest or a mate. He'd gotten in a couple situations where he flirted with a feline who already had an interest or a mate. He was getting excited now, his kit-like excitement showing in his next question. ``And if you could be in any clan - except ThunderClan - which clan would you choose and why?``

"The color of my eyes? But... but lots of cats have that color eyes! Or do you tell them that too?" Hawkfeather asked, cocking her head to the side. Perhaps he was just so nice he told everyone they had beautiful eyes. "I love the morning too! Oh my gosh, we have so much in common already! Look, we're going to be friends!!" She squealed, rising up and down on her paws like a small kit. She looked excited until she realized he had talked about irritating many of his clanmates. "But - but why? You're so nice, how do they think you're annoying?" Hawkfeather had been told she was annoying too, but she always brushed it off with a cheerful 'okay!' and then proceeded to talk on until they walked away or made it clear that she definitely wasn't wanted. That had never stopped her from trying again and again, however. The tabby always tried again.
　
Maybe the cat had just been having a bad day! Or maybe they didn't like to be crowded by a cheerful, bouncy feline. That was all. "My favorite color is green! I love green, it's such a pretty color! Like the leaves in green-leaf? Or new-leaf? They're so pretty, and I wish there were some way to keep them forever and ever! Or, or maybe yellow! I love yellow too. Green and yellow are tied for my favorite color. And then my favorite prey is squirrel too! That's like, the coolest thing that we have the same favorite prey isn't it? And my favorite time of day is morning! See, look how much we have in common already!! Wow, this is fun!!" Hawkfeather's delighted tone reached a squeal that any young cat would have been proud to produce. She was, and had always been, the most excitable cat that most had met. Such a strange occurance.
　
Taking a breath, she continued. "I like all the high ranks! But Snowstar's my favorite, she's just so friendly and fun and she's super nice, too! Fennelnose kinda scares me sometimes. I mean, she can be a little grumpy, huh? But I like her too!! She just needs to have fun, right? Oh, oh, and then Wheatfur does a really really good job of being medicine cat! He's funny. I like him. I have lots and lots of friends - hey, I could introduce you to them! Then we could have the same friends and they probably wouldn't find you annoying because they hang out with me! I don't have any family that I know of, though. And if I could be in any other Clan it would be ShadowClan, because they're so cool and secretive and I met a ShadowClan cat the other day! He was so much fun. Not secretive at all, but I liked him too!" Her voice had slowed a little and she stopped for a moment, just so he could process everything.
　"What about you? What Clan would you be in?"

{aah, they would!! if Hawk didn't drive her kits crazy first XD
she's actually going to be manipulated into having kits and get her little heart broken my poor baby </3}

[Ivy]

Alderstripe shook his head. "That won't work with me, Dawnkit, it may work when your mother does it, but not you." He mewed.

Brookkit nodded. "I will try!" He said, smiling up at her.

(...I think we need Violet and Brook out in the territory. Sorry;
I didn't realize ^^')
"Duskpaw got away with everything! He's gonna be a warrior soon! Apparently you fawned over him everyday! So why don't we disown Brookkit and give him away?!" Dawnkit stamped her forepaws, rearing back on her hind legs everytime she spoke the last word of the sentence. "Why can't you and Mom and understand that I don't want my brother! Ever!" Her tiny, short tail lashed and her eyes were full of hatred, and maybe envy was hiding behind them, for her brother.

[wickedvirtues]

A small kit sat in the nursery, his ears pinned back and eyes darting around nervously. His whiskers - which were much shorter than the others - twitched as he got to his paws and swallowed dryly. The nursery felt cramped and he was surrounded by eager and playful kits. Calm down, Palekit, it's not like they'll hurt you.. he thought. Palekit shivered, though it wasn't cold, and took a slow, hesitant step. Now, all he had to do was make sure no-one approached him. Simple.

((Open))

[Gone]

(...I think we need Violet and Brook out in the territory. Sorry;
I didn't realize ^^')
"Duskpaw got away with everything! He's gonna be a warrior soon! Apparently you fawned over him everyday! So why don't we disown Brookkit and give him away?!" Dawnkit stamped her forepaws, rearing back on her hind legs everytime she spoke the last word of the sentence. "Why can't you and Mom and understand that I don't want my brother! Ever!" Her tiny, short tail lashed and her eyes were full of hatred, and maybe envy was hiding behind them, for her brother.
"Duskpaw?" He asked, who was that, he sure didn't remember a Duskpaw. "We can't give your brother away, because we love him, he's a sweet little tom, but you just make it worse everytime, he loves you too, but you just don't return the feelings." Alderstripe said and licked her face, it was kind of funny seeing her mad like that.

[Ivy]

"Duskpaw?" He asked, who was that, he sure didn't remember a Duskpaw. "We can't give your brother away, because we love him, he's a sweet little tom, but you just make it worse everytime, he loves you too, but you just don't return the feelings." Alderstripe said and licked her face, it was kind of funny seeing her mad like that.

(I'll post but you seriously do not remember Duskkit (he'd be a paw by now)? He was rp'd by Dark?)
Dawnkit just let her face morph into a scowl. Did he not understand?!

[Gone]

(I'll post but you seriously do not remember Duskkit (he'd be a paw by now)? He was rp'd by Dark?)
Dawnkit just let her face morph into a scowl. Did he not understand?!

(I don't remember Dusk at all...)
He just rolled his eyes. "Can you act like someone your age, Dawnkit, take example on your brother?" Alderstripe asked.

[graves]

"I..." Stormwing wasn't quite sure what to say to that. She seemed sweet? Why did he think that? Or, a better question might be, why didn't she believe it? Again with him telling her he wouldn't hurt her. Softly, the feline shifted her weight. Was she supposed to believe him or not? For a moment Stormwing didn't say anything before she sighed. "You, um... you seem like a really... a really nice cat. But, I just - it's hard - it's hard to know who to trust these days. I'm just... worried, that's all. Nothing - nothing personal, nothing against y-you, I'm just being... careful." Yeah. Careful. Where had that gotten her in the past exactly? Not many places. But hey, being safe was more important.
"I understand that, I wont make you talk if you dont want to." the last thing he wanted to do was make Stormwing not trust him, or force her to do anything she didnt want to. He could relate in all honesty, not really having the best life growing up. Either it was for his size or for him not feeling comfortable with his birth gender, it was a struggle even to this day. Now a days he knew which cats to trust and which to not, perhaps Stormwing was still trying to figure that out. he wouldnt rush anything, infact he had just met the molly. He had no right to force her to speak if she didnt want to.

[Ivy]

(I don't remember Dusk at all...)
He just rolled his eyes. "Can you act like someone your age, Dawnkit, take example on your brother?" Alderstripe asked.

"No, because I want to at least become something than just floating around my mate everyday!" She accused him, trying to use anger as a method of defense to hide her sadness.

[Barnabas]

Autumnleaf chuckled slightly, her ears twitching ever so quietly as she nodded and agreed with her apprentice’s words. “I just wish that most of the warriors, including myself, still had the energy from their training days.” She shook her head and smiled, enjoying this moment with Nettlepaw and feeling like she could get along with her quite well - she was originally nervous, wondering if her apprentice wouldn’t like her or something. So far, this was going well in her eyes.

The small warrior listened to her apprentice, a gentle smile still evident on her maw as she peered at the younger cat. “And that, Nettlepaw, is why I am here to teach you the fine skill of hunting - besides, a cat’s first hunt on their own is a very important moment in their lives.” Autumnleaf remarked, “Would you like to get something to eat first or are you ready to head out now?” She decided to ask her apprentice with a tilt of her head, her whiskers twitching as the gentle murmur of chatter rang throughout the camp around them.

Nettlepaw nodded in agreement with her usual friendly smile. "I believe every warrior still has an apprentice feeling inside themself. Some warriors still act like kits most of the time." chuckled Nettlepaw.

I like my mentor. She'll teach me all I need to know!

The young Molly quickly licked her paw, before noticing that her mentor had just asked her something about the hunting training. "I'm not hungry right now. Let's go! I'll eat something after we're done hunting." replied Nettlepaw.

I won't get hungry while we train. I usually don't until everyone else gets food.

[Captain]

Nettlepaw nodded in agreement with her usual friendly smile. "I believe every warrior still has an apprentice feeling inside themself. Some warriors still act like kits most of the time." chuckled Nettlepaw.

I like my mentor. She'll teach me all I need to know!

The young Molly quickly licked her paw, before noticing that her mentor had just asked her something about the hunting training. "I'm not hungry right now. Let's go! I'll eat something after we're done hunting." replied Nettlepaw.

I won't get hungry while we train. I usually don't until everyone else gets food.


“Very well.” Autumnleaf remarked, heaving herself to her paws and giving a light stretch before lifting her gaze to the sky, “Let us not waste anymore of the day then and go out into the hunting grounds, shall we?” The warrior gave her apprentice a gentle smile before padding past her, the she-cat’s bobtail twitching from side to side. “On our way there, I should ask this first - do you know anything about hunting already? Perhaps from hearing about it from another of some sort? Or are you completely new to the whole skill?” She asked, looking back at Nettlepaw without stopping, her paws quietly brushing over the loose dirt underneath as she walked.

[Barnabas]

“Very well.” Autumnleaf remarked, heaving herself to her paws and giving a light stretch before lifting her gaze to the sky, “Let us not waste anymore of the day then and go out into the hunting grounds, shall we?” The warrior gave her apprentice a gentle smile before padding past her, the she-cat’s bobtail twitching from side to side. “On our way there, I should ask this first - do you know anything about hunting already? Perhaps from hearing about it from another of some sort? Or are you completely new to the whole skill?” She asked, looking back at Nettlepaw without stopping, her paws quietly brushing over the loose dirt underneath as she walked.

"All I can say is that I know very little of hunting. I don't ever talk to the elders. Not even when I was a kit. They have never interested me." meowed Nettlepaw, following Autumnleaf. The young Molly looked at her mentor with a flick of her tail.

Hunting should be easy. My mother and father do it all the time, so it should be very easy to me.

Nettlepaw scratched her ear quickly, trying not to draw any attention towards herself, but she knew that nobody except Autumnleaf would see her.

[Captain]

"All I can say is that I know very little of hunting. I don't ever talk to the elders. Not even when I was a kit. They have never interested me." meowed Nettlepaw, following Autumnleaf. The young Molly looked at her mentor with a flick of her tail.

Hunting should be easy. My mother and father do it all the time, so it should be very easy to me.

Nettlepaw scratched her ear quickly, trying not to draw any attention towards herself, but she knew that nobody except Autumnleaf would see her.

“Ah, that’s understandable.” The mentor mewed, her ear twitching, “I’ll teach you everything you need to know about hunting. Unlike my mentor, who was a lazy fox-heart who hardly trained me - I practically self trained myself when I was an apprentice.” She mentioned to Nettlepaw and the warrior’s gaze flickered slightly at the thought of her past. “I shouldn’t say anything about it..” Autumnleaf thought, “It was so long ago and I’m the only one left to remember it..” She shook her head and drew another smile to her maw, chuckling lightly. “And don’t worry, elders never really interested me at your age either - I never once went to them when I was younger. I never really had a reason to.” And that was truth, actually, she had no family and never caused any trouble, so the she-cat never needed to visit them.

“That aside, let’s hurry along.” Autumnleaf said and quickened her pace, passing through the camp’s entrance and into the woods, glancing behind her now and then to make sure that Nettlepaw was following at a close distance. This was a new place for her and if she didn’t keep a close eye on the young one, she could get lost.
[ Continued in Thunderclan Territory ]

[Gone]

"No, because I want to at least become something than just floating around my mate everyday!" She accused him, trying to use anger as a method of defense to hide her sadness.
"I'm not always with your mother, like right now, your mother isn't here." He mewed simply, he didn't seem to care about what she was talking.

[lone]

"I understand that, I wont make you talk if you dont want to." the last thing he wanted to do was make Stormwing not trust him, or force her to do anything she didnt want to. He could relate in all honesty, not really having the best life growing up. Either it was for his size or for him not feeling comfortable with his birth gender, it was a struggle even to this day. Now a days he knew which cats to trust and which to not, perhaps Stormwing was still trying to figure that out. he wouldnt rush anything, infact he had just met the molly. He had no right to force her to speak if she didnt want to.


Stormwing shifted her weight. Most cats in the Clan were truly nice, but... what would happen if Littlefoot disappeared? She was worried that another disappearance or death would break her fragile mental structure. Indeed, there were not too many cats left in the Clan that she could go to. Barely any. And as of now, she wasn't quite ready to brace herself for the impact of losing another friend. "Thank you. I... appreciate it, umm... really." It wasn't that Stormwing didn't want to talk to the friendly tom, it was more of the fact that she was nervous to. In just general meetings, not set up ones, Stormwing never knew what the right thing to say was.



The territory was one of Kestrelpaw's favorite places to hang out. But, that morning, it was not where she was spending her time. That morning she was in the clearing. And, to be honest, she didn't seem to be having the best day. Although Kestrelpaw normally didn't look like she was 'miss cheerful' to be honest. I want to train. But hey, Aime'Storm has needs too and I won't sit around whining like a spoiled brat about it. Guess I should get something productive done, just... she took one last glance around the clearing before sighing and getting to her paws. What could she do? Things were a little tense what with the WindClan trouble and all, so Kestrelpaw was being careful to stay out of the territory. Just in case something were to happen. Just in case she were to run into a WindClan cat. Not that she believed they would be stupid enough to pull something like that. Kestrelpaw truly hoped that this trouble would be over soon and ThunderClan would beat WindClan, showing them once and for all who was better.
@BluBunny (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=130)

[Charmer]

@HereKitty


A small tabby made his way out of the apprentice's den. What to do... Oh,
look who it is. In his line of sight was a timid apprentice, Cherrypaw. "Oh, hi, Cherrypaw. Been mewling again?" There was slight malice behind his voice as he spoke.

Cherrypaw spun around at the sound of Sunpaw's voice. "S-sunpaw," she stammered, inwardly cursing herself as she fought against the urge to curl up and make herself small. "No," she said, averting her gaze as she tried to ignore her fellow apprentice's snide tone. "I just got back from training with Tigerdawn."

[Panic]

Cherrypaw spun around at the sound of Sunpaw's voice. "S-sunpaw," she stammered, inwardly cursing herself as she fought against the urge to curl up and make herself small. "No," she said, averting her gaze as she tried to ignore her fellow apprentice's snide tone. "I just got back from training with Tigerdawn."


"Huh. You? Training? What a surprise! I didn't know you were capable of such a thing!" Sure she has. "I mean, little, scrawny, Cherrypaw, doing anything worthwhile?" Her fear was obvious to him. Stupid little Cherry.

[Charmer]

"Huh. You? Training? What a surprise! I didn't know you were capable of such a thing!" Sure she has. "I mean, little, scrawny, Cherrypaw, doing anything worthwhile?" Her fear was obvious to him. Stupid little Cherry.

Cherrypaw tried not to wince at Sunpaw's jabbing remark. Cherrypaw's training had been slow to start since she was recovering from her bout of greencough for almost a moon. She stiffened, her ears folding back as she tried to hide her hurt. "I'm an apprentice, same as you. And I'll be a warrior some day."

[Panic]

Cherrypaw tried not to wince at Sunpaw's jabbing remark. Cherrypaw's training had been slow to start since she was recovering from her bout of greencough for almost a moon. She stiffened, her ears folding back as she tried to hide her hurt. "I'm an apprentice, same as you. And I'll be a warrior some day."

He smirked, seeing he'd hit a nerve. "A pathetic warrior, that's for sure." He sighed. "I mean, you? After that break in training? Never!"

[Charmer]

He smirked, seeing he'd hit a nerve. "A pathetic warrior, that's for sure." He sighed. "I mean, you? After that break in training? Never!"

Cherrypaw felt her body beginning to quiver as anger swelled within her. She wanted to say that what Sunpaw said wasn't true, that she'd be a brave warrior and who would make her mother in Starclan proud. But sneaking doubt held her back. What if Sunpaw was right? What if she was always 'pathetic' and scared. "Just...Just leave me alone, Sunpaw," was all the little ginger and white she cat could manage as she faced the tabby tom.

[AbsurdJinx]

"The color of my eyes? But... but lots of cats have that color eyes! Or do you tell them that too?"
Hawkfeather asked, cocking her head to the side. Perhaps he was just so nice he told everyone they had beautiful eyes. "I love the morning too! Oh my gosh, we have so much in common already! Look, we're going to be friends!!" She squealed, rising up and down on her paws like a small kit. She looked excited until she realized he had talked about irritating many of his clanmates. "But - but why? You're so nice, how do they think you're annoying?" Hawkfeather had been told she was annoying too, but she always brushed it off with a cheerful 'okay!' and then proceeded to talk on until they walked away or made it clear that she definitely wasn't wanted. That had never stopped her from trying again and again, however. The tabby always tried again.
　
Maybe the cat had just been having a bad day! Or maybe they didn't like to be crowded by a cheerful, bouncy feline. That was all. "My favorite color is green! I love green, it's such a pretty color! Like the leaves in green-leaf? Or new-leaf? They're so pretty, and I wish there were some way to keep them forever and ever! Or, or maybe yellow! I love yellow too. Green and yellow are tied for my favorite color. And then my favorite prey is squirrel too! That's like, the coolest thing that we have the same favorite prey isn't it? And my favorite time of day is morning! See, look how much we have in common already!! Wow, this is fun!!" Hawkfeather's delighted tone reached a squeal that any young cat would have been proud to produce. She was, and had always been, the most excitable cat that most had met. Such a strange occurance.
　
Taking a breath, she continued. "I like all the high ranks! But Snowstar's my favorite, she's just so friendly and fun and she's super nice, too! Fennelnose kinda scares me sometimes. I mean, she can be a little grumpy, huh? But I like her too!! She just needs to have fun, right? Oh, oh, and then Wheatfur does a really really good job of being medicine cat! He's funny. I like him. I have lots and lots of friends - hey, I could introduce you to them! Then we could have the same friends and they probably wouldn't find you annoying because they hang out with me! I don't have any family that I know of, though. And if I could be in any other Clan it would be ShadowClan, because they're so cool and secretive and I met a ShadowClan cat the other day! He was so much fun. Not secretive at all, but I liked him too!" Her voice had slowed a little and she stopped for a moment, just so he could process everything.
　"What about you? What Clan would you be in?"

{aah, they would!! if Hawk didn't drive her kits crazy first XD
she's actually going to be manipulated into having kits and get her little heart broken my poor baby </3}

[ aww poor Hawkfeather, but Flareheart will be there for her! what if Hawkfeather was ashamed over how she had kits, and tried not to reveal who the true father is? and in a panic, she could tell Flareheart he's the dad! ]

Flareheart felt more carefree now, like he had completely adjusted to Hawkfeather's kit-like nature. At first, it had taken him by surprise to learn her personality matched his own. She was speaking honestly when she stated they had so much in common; it was true, they were very similar. He was getting excited, his paws itching to move and his mouth yearning to talk. He learned his flirting would not make an impact on her, and so he decided to become the playful tomcat his best friend, Spiritsight, knows him as.

An excited grin grew across his face, making his features even brighter. His eyes twinkled, like they did whenever Flareheart became happy. ``I only say that to she-cats as beautiful as you, and it seems your the only one that's so gorgeous!`` He had given up on flirting, but he could have a little fun by playfully flirting that meant nothing. ``Not many cats enjoy having their ears talked off.``If Hawkfeather was the one to talk his own ears off, then he'd be happy to endure it. His ears leaned forward to better listen to Hawkfeather's rambling. He was interested in the ShadowClan cat Hawkfeather met, but he didn't push her into further explanation. He purred as she revealed her reasoning. He could spend ages with Hawkfeather! She was very intriguing, and he was interested in everything she had to say.

``My opinion is based off stereotypes. I wouldn't join ShadowClan because they're dark and mysterious - very serious, I guess. I couldn't join RiverClan because I don't like water, or swimming. I guess I'd join WindClan. I don't think I'd like the wind making my eyes water all the time, but they have all that free space to run around! I'd be able to chase rabbits without crashing into any brambles!`` Flareheart's cheer was expressed via his tone of voice, which was not nearly as high as Hawkfeather's. ``What do you think your future will be like?``

[Panic]

Cherrypaw felt her body beginning to quiver as anger swelled within her. She wanted to say that what Sunpaw said wasn't true, that she'd be a brave warrior and who would make her mother in Starclan proud. But sneaking doubt held her back. What if Sunpaw was right? What if she was always 'pathetic' and scared. "Just...Just leave me alone, Sunpaw," was all the little ginger and white she cat could manage as she faced the tabby tom.

"Aww, she's afraid? Little baby Cherry is scared?" He stood over her, aiming to intimidate her even more. "Who's surprised? Not me, that's for sure."

[Charmer]

"Aww, she's afraid? Little baby Cherry is scared?" He stood over her, aiming to intimidate her even more. "Who's surprised? Not me, that's for sure."

Cherrypaw froze at the young tom loomed over her, close enough to aim a blow. She shrank, silently holding her breath, not daring to move.

[lone]

[ aww poor Hawkfeather, but Flareheart will be there for her! what if Hawkfeather was ashamed over how she had kits, and tried not to reveal who the true father is? and in a panic, she could tell Flareheart he's the dad! ]


Flareheart felt more carefree now, like he had completely adjusted to Hawkfeather's kit-like nature. At first, it had taken him by surprise to learn her personality matched his own. She was speaking honestly when she stated they had so much in common; it was true, they were very similar. He was getting excited, his paws itching to move and his mouth yearning to talk. He learned his flirting would not make an impact on her, and so he decided to become the playful tomcat his best friend, Spiritsight, knows him as.

An excited grin grew across his face, making his features even brighter. His eyes twinkled, like they did whenever Flareheart became happy. ``I only say that to she-cats as beautiful as you, and it seems your the only one that's so gorgeous!`` He had given up on flirting, but he could have a little fun by playfully flirting that meant nothing. ``Not many cats enjoy having their ears talked off.``If Hawkfeather was the one to talk his own ears off, then he'd be happy to endure it. His ears leaned forward to better listen to Hawkfeather's rambling. He was interested in the ShadowClan cat Hawkfeather met, but he didn't push her into further explanation. He purred as she revealed her reasoning. He could spend ages with Hawkfeather! She was very intriguing, and he was interested in everything she had to say.

``My opinion is based off stereotypes. I wouldn't join ShadowClan because they're dark and mysterious - very serious, I guess. I couldn't join RiverClan because I don't like water, or swimming. I guess I'd join WindClan. I don't think I'd like the wind making my eyes water all the time, but they have all that free space to run around! I'd be able to chase rabbits without crashing into any brambles!`` Flareheart's cheer was expressed via his tone of voice, which was not nearly as high as Hawkfeather's. ``What do you think your future will be like?``

"Aww, you're so sweet. But there's lots of beautiful cats around here! I mean, look at all the pretty colors and patterns and eyes on them!" Hawkfeather mewed cheerfully, her tail twitching excitedly as she spoke. No, she wasn't trying to push him aside. She was just pointing out the equal beauty of her comrades. Her clanmates. Because Hawkfeather thought it would be nice if Flareheart complimented them too. "Aren't they pretty?" She asked, in an attempt to prompt him. But, his next words puzzled her. Ears talked off? How silly! The feline thought with a giggle. How weird would that be, a cat with their ears talked off? She thought about that image and giggled harder inwardly - inwardly being because she didn't want to offend Flareheart.
　
"Oh! Well, you could be a friendly ShadowClan cat - ooh, what if we were in ShadowClan together? Then you could meet my friend and we could all have everything in common! But WindClan is cool too, they're so fast and you could have lots and lots of races!" She mewed cheerfully, her voice more of a chirp then anything else. It was almost surprising that Hawkfeather didn't have birds following her around constantly, the way she seemed to chirp like a cheerful little kit at times. Though no one really minded that. It was surprising to her, because after what Flareheart had said - and how much she believed they had in common - why on earth would cats avoid him but play with her?
　
Perhaps it was because she went to them first. His question made her stop and think for a moment before she sighed, a contented - not thinking, annoyed, worried or depressed - sigh. "My future is going to be me surrounded by a lot of cats. All friends. And... and maybe I'll have a mate, and maybe I won't. Whatever happens with that will be fine with me! And I'll have lots of kits... probably adopted, cause every kit deserves to have a loving parent." Hawkfeather mewed thoughtfully in her chirping way.

{ooh, that's a cool idea! I don't know that Hawkfeather would be that ashamed or panicked, maybe hurt - but that could work!}

[fresh]

Starstar forgot to do this 'till now)

T w o d a y s l a t e r

Jaystorm layed in her nest in the Warriors' Den, her round, large belly restricting movement. She was hungry- she always was, these days. As soon as Thrushwing visits, I can tell him the news. Not that I plan on moving to the nursery any time soon..

[AbsurdJinx]

"Aww, you're so sweet. But there's lots of beautiful cats around here! I mean, look at all the pretty colors and patterns and eyes on them!"
Hawkfeather mewed cheerfully, her tail twitching excitedly as she spoke. No, she wasn't trying to push him aside. She was just pointing out the equal beauty of her comrades. Her clanmates. Because Hawkfeather thought it would be nice if Flareheart complimented them too. "Aren't they pretty?" She asked, in an attempt to prompt him. But, his next words puzzled her. Ears talked off? How silly! The feline thought with a giggle. How weird would that be, a cat with their ears talked off? She thought about that image and giggled harder inwardly - inwardly being because she didn't want to offend Flareheart.
　
"Oh! Well, you could be a friendly ShadowClan cat - ooh, what if we were in ShadowClan together? Then you could meet my friend and we could all have everything in common! But WindClan is cool too, they're so fast and you could have lots and lots of races!"
She mewed cheerfully, her voice more of a chirp then anything else. It was almost surprising that Hawkfeather didn't have birds following her around constantly, the way she seemed to chirp like a cheerful little kit at times. Though no one really minded that. It was surprising to her, because after what Flareheart had said - and how much she believed they had in common - why on earth would cats avoid him but play with her?
　
Perhaps it was because she went to them first. His question made her stop and think for a moment before she sighed, a contented - not thinking, annoyed, worried or depressed - sigh. "My future is going to be me surrounded by a lot of cats. All friends. And... and maybe I'll have a mate, and maybe I won't. Whatever happens with that will be fine with me! And I'll have lots of kits... probably adopted, cause every kit deserves to have a loving parent." Hawkfeather mewed thoughtfully in her chirping way.

{ooh, that's a cool idea! I don't know that Hawkfeather would be that ashamed or panicked, maybe hurt - but that could work!}

[ cool, i'm up for something like that! ]

Flareheart simply shrugged when Hawkfeather asked him if the other felines in camp were pretty. Personally, he just wanted to look at the she-cat before him, she was his main focus right now. He believed they could be good friends, if he could find a way to ignore her directing his comments towards their clanmates. He shifted his paws, bringing them closer to his torso before returning them to their usual position. He lowered himself into a crouch, his tail curled at his side. His tail-tip swept at the ground, and he rolled his shoulders to comfortably adjust into the new position.

He laughed at Hawkfeather's words that suggested they join ShadowClan together - if they couldn't remain in ThunderClan. Flareheart mewed in an amused tone, ``That'd be cool, too! I'd join any clan you'd be in.`` He didn't speak honestly, unfortunately. He wouldn't follow Hawkfeather to another clan - she didn't mean that much too him yet. Instead, he'd follow his kithood best friend whom he trusted with his life and found comfort and happiness in. He did like Hawkfeather, though. He figured they'd become good friends, and maybe, depending on how mature Hawkfeather could be, they could become more.

He listened intently to her answer. He genuinely believed she would follow through with her future plans, especially the adopted kits part. Flareheart thought she could be a motherly figure, raising orphans who needed to be directed by a parent-figure. ``I think you'd make an amazing mother, Hawkfeather! Imagine how much fun those kits would have!`` He displayed a childish fascination through his amber eyes, as if the kits' fun he was referring to was unheard of. He laughed again. ``And they'll love you! Your mate will be the luckiest tomcat in all the clans!``

[Bandido]

Starstar forgot to do this 'till now)

T w o d a y s l a t e r

Jaystorm layed in her nest in the Warriors' Den, her round, large belly restricting movement. She was hungry- she always was, these days. As soon as Thrushwing visits, I can tell him the news. Not that I plan on moving to the nursery any time soon..

Thrushwing stalked towards the entrance of the Warriors' den, he had woken up early to check the territory for any more ShadowClan cats. During his journey all around, he had missed Jaystorm, even though she was at the camp. The thought of her sleeping like a log made him inwardly laugh as he stepped inside. Searching for his mate, he spotted the light tabby crouching down to her side, giving soft licks between her ears.

[fresh]

Thrushwing stalked towards the entrance of the Warriors' den, he had woken up early to check the territory for any more ShadowClan cats. During his journey all around, he had missed Jaystorm, even though she was at the camp. The thought of her sleeping like a log made him inwardly laugh as he stepped inside. Searching for his mate, he spotted the light tabby crouching down to her side, giving soft licks between her ears.
"Oh. Hey there," Jaystorm purred. She tried to return the licks but her swollen belly got in the way.

[Charmer]

Flameleaf
Fenris

Cherrypaw froze at the young tom loomed over her, close enough to aim a blow. She shrank, silently holding her breath, not daring to move.

Just at that moment, Cherrypaw noticed her mentor, Tigerdawn, padding into the clearing. Likely she was coming to collect Cherrypaw for battle training. Relieved, Cherrypaw's fur began to lie more flat as she twitched her ear. "Hi Tigerdawn."

[Panic]

Flameleaf
Fenris



Just at that moment, Cherrypaw noticed her mentor, Tigerdawn, padding into the clearing. Likely she was coming to collect Cherrypaw for battle training. Relieved, Cherrypaw's fur began to lie more flat as she twitched her ear. "Hi Tigerdawn."

Her mentor... Sunpaw shrank back some, allowing Cherrypaw to stand normally. "You better shut up, you know." he hissed.

[Tundra]

Tigerdawn halted in front of her apprentice. "Cherrypaw, time for battle training." She meowed. Then she spotted Sunpaw. "Oh, hi there Sunpaw, would you like to come as well?"

[Bandido]

"Oh. Hey there," Jaystorm purred. She tried to return the licks but her swollen belly got in the way.

Thrushwing looked at her in confusion, what was wrong? He pulled away, now noticing the she-cat's rounder stomach. "Welp, you've been eating a lot." He purred playfully, Thrushwing already knew that his mate was becoming a queen just by looking at her. But what's wrong with a little tease? Knowing that his kits would be born soon enough made his heart warm.

[lone]

[ cool, i'm up for something like that! ]


Flareheart simply shrugged when Hawkfeather asked him if the other felines in camp were pretty. Personally, he just wanted to look at the she-cat before him, she was his main focus right now. He believed they could be good friends, if he could find a way to ignore her directing his comments towards their clanmates. He shifted his paws, bringing them closer to his torso before returning them to their usual position. He lowered himself into a crouch, his tail curled at his side. His tail-tip swept at the ground, and he rolled his shoulders to comfortably adjust into the new position.

He laughed at Hawkfeather's words that suggested they join ShadowClan together - if they couldn't remain in ThunderClan. Flareheart mewed in an amused tone, ``That'd be cool, too! I'd join any clan you'd be in.`` He didn't speak honestly, unfortunately. He wouldn't follow Hawkfeather to another clan - she didn't mean that much too him yet. Instead, he'd follow his kithood best friend whom he trusted with his life and found comfort and happiness in. He did like Hawkfeather, though. He figured they'd become good friends, and maybe, depending on how mature Hawkfeather could be, they could become more.

He listened intently to her answer. He genuinely believed she would follow through with her future plans, especially the adopted kits part. Flareheart thought she could be a motherly figure, raising orphans who needed to be directed by a parent-figure. ``I think you'd make an amazing mother, Hawkfeather! Imagine how much fun those kits would have!`` He displayed a childish fascination through his amber eyes, as if the kits' fun he was referring to was unheard of. He laughed again. ``And they'll love you! Your mate will be the luckiest tomcat in all the clans!``

Now, by this time, some cats might be a little suspicious of how nice Flareheart was being - but not Hawkfeather. Oh no, she continued on thinking that he was just the greatest cat and wasn't it nice that he was being so friendly to her! But, it did bother her that he didn't have many friends. Hawkfeather never liked seeing cats without a lot of friends, it made her feel... well... just a little sad. After all, if he didn't have a lot of friends who did he go hunting with? Who did he talk to in the mornings? And, worst of all, who would he play with? This was why Hawkfeather wanted - no, she needed - to be his friend.
　
"Aww, you're so nice, Flareheart." The feline smiled as he spoke of 'joining any Clan she was in.' Never did a doubt enter her mind that he wasn't being honest. But, his charm almost seemed to be wasted on the tabby. See, Hawkfeather had only ever had one crush in her life - and he had disappeared pretty much right after. She missed Firefall. But, even then, the feline hadn't known that he had been a crush. She'd semi-figured out that she had some amount of feelings for him, but he had gone before she had been able to determine how much, to what extent, and indeed - what - they were. The fascination in Flareheart's amber eyes seemed to spark excitement in Hawkfeather's own.
　
If he wanted to win her heart through making her excited, this was probably the right path to take. So far he probably would have gotten her to do whatever he wanted... but that was the trouble, Hawkfeather would have happily done it. She was too guillible. Too willing to believe that everyone had good intentions. And it was a good thing that Flareheart was not trying to harm her at the moment. "Thanks!! You'll make an amazing Dad, too - oh my gosh, do you want kits? How many? Who would you want your mate to be?" And now she was back into asking questions, happily firing them one at a time at the handsome tom. Although it hadn't really caught her attention, Hawkfeather had taken note of the fact that Flareheart would be considered 'handsome' by most standards. Come to think of it, a lot of the toms she talked to would be. "You're really handsome, you know that? I bet your mate will be the most beautiful she cat in the Clans!" She squealed in excitement. No, the feline was not trying to flirt. She was just pointing out an interesting fact that she had found about her new friend... but, technically, it might be considered flirting. Hawkfeather hadn't thought about that before. Never before had the feathery feline tried to flirt in her life. Not purposely, anyways... and at least a couple of comments like that wouldn't do much harm.

[fresh]

Thrushwing looked at her in confusion, what was wrong? He pulled away, now noticing the she-cat's rounder stomach. "Welp, you've been eating a lot." He purred playfully, Thrushwing already knew that his mate was becoming a queen just by looking at her. But what's wrong with a little tease? Knowing that his kits would be born soon enough made his heart warm.
Jaystorm looked lovingly into her mates' eyes. "There's something I need to tell you.. I'm... Having your kits.."

[Charmer]

Tigerdawn halted in front of her apprentice. "Cherrypaw, time for battle training." She meowed. Then she spotted Sunpaw. "Oh, hi there Sunpaw, would you like to come as well?"

Fenris

Cherrypaw's moment of relief withered as her mentor asked Sunpaw to join. This would be Cherrypaw's first battle training session, and the idea of having Sunpaw of all cats in a fighting session made her thrust tighten like she was choking on crowfood. But there was no way to explain the other apprentices behavior to Tigerdawn without aggravating Sunpaw's malice further. So, with a lowered head, Cherrypaw padded forward to follow her mentor out of the clearing.

[Panic]

Fenris

Cherrypaw's moment of relief withered as her mentor asked Sunpaw to join. This would be Cherrypaw's first battle training session, and the idea of having Sunpaw of all cats in a fighting session made her thrust tighten like she was choking on crowfood. But there was no way to explain the other apprentices behavior to Tigerdawn without aggravating Sunpaw's malice further. So, with a lowered head, Cherrypaw padded forward to follow her mentor out of the clearing.

"Sure! I haven't had a chance to train lately." Heh heh... sucker. He followed Cherrypaw and Tigerdawn, mewing loudly to Cherrypaw. "I can't wait to show you what I've learned, Cherrypaw!" There was no malice in his tone, but both apprentices knew what he meant.

[Charmer]

"Sure! I haven't had a chance to train lately." Heh heh... sucker. He followed Cherrypaw and Tigerdawn, mewing loudly to Cherrypaw. "I can't wait to show you what I've learned, Cherrypaw!" There was no malice in his tone, but both apprentices knew what he meant.
Fenris
Flameleaf

I'll go ahead and take this to the training cave, or whatever it's called

[RedHead]

Passionblaze grew startled upon his mother's voice, and he quickly snapped his head to turn and look at her, an audible purr escaping his maw. He adored his mother, that was for sure. She was the only she cat he found himself trusting, and he didn't know what he would do without her. His tail swished a bit as he moved over to make room for Springingsky. ''Oh, my. How can I forget?'' He mused, shaking his head. ''You don't even look a day past twenty moons, momma.'' He purred once more. He knew how serious she was when it came to retirement. He doubt she would be even need to retire any time soon. As long as she stayed out of wars...trouble..away from the other terrible things that were inevitable to get away from.

Like disease. Sickness. Or, mother nature itself. Truthfully, Passionblaze dreaded that day when his mother became too old, and would be forced to retire to the Elders' den. He wouldn't know what he would do without her. She was like the rock he leaned on, despite her slick attitude and sassy remarks. Though, he always knew they were out of love. ''Ah--sorry, momma! You can't blame me though,'' He chuckled, ''I thought you had friends you usually spoke with there. Please, spare me.'' He playfully remarked, and gently brushed his tail against her.

Now, for the real reason Passionblaze wanted to see his mother was because she knew everything that went on within Thunderclan--within all the clans. He didn't need Snowstar to tell him the news. The feline that could do that job sat next to him. How lucky was he? The tom's vivid yellow-green hues lit up brightly, ''So--I know you're dying to tell me,'' Haven't she always been? Wanting to tell him everything he asked for? It was quite the odd relationship, but he wouldn't change it for the world. Though he preferred to keep the news about Burn's activities hidden from his niece, Foxpaw. The recently became apprentice probably wouldn't care about her father, but still. Passionblaze felt that he needed to protect her. ''Lay it on me--gently, mother. Gently.'' He laughed. ''What's going on with that brother of mine?''


Springingsky flicked her tail, cocking her head and posing. "I do cleanup quite well don't I?" She purred, grateful for her son's compliment. Even though Passionblaze's words were a little out of her league, she still looked young. Her fur hadn't started to gray yet, but Springingsky would dread the day when it did. She loved her beautiful snowy pelt, one that neither of her kits inherited. Or her grandkit, Foxpaw. It seemed that the ginger pelt was dominant in their family. Although, with this new news of her five new grandkits, Springingsky was sure at least one of them had her pelt or something similar. Although she had no idea what the mother, Searwhisper, looked like, so she couldn't be so sure. She could be a ginger cat as well for all the feline knew. But some of her grabdkit's names made we think otherwise. Like Blizzardkit and Cloudedkit especially. She supposed that thy didn't have burnt ginger pelts. Of course Scorchingkit and Rownkit probably had some ginger to their pelt. Echokit though, Springingsky was completely clueless of who her pelt might resemble.

"Oh wow, sure, go hating on the elders now Blazey. I thought I taught you to respect them. Hmm?" She looked sideways at her son, lifting her eyebrows in questioning. "You may not be an apprentice anymore but I'm still your mother. I can make you go clean their dens with a clack of my claws." She threatened, her tone deuce but good-humored. And she knew her son wouldn't take her words offensively. Other cats though, they did take most all of her words to heart, in an offensive way. Something that Sprngingsky never seemed to be able to understand why. Of course she didn't care much though. Why should she? Other cats thoughts on her weren't her problem.

At Passionblaze's question, Springingsky smiled. Her son, well both of them, knew her so well. And she knew them just as much. "Well, let me tell you what your brother did this time Blazey. He didn't just flirt with a random she-cat then break her heart, no. He went as far as to impregnate this Windclan feline named Searwhisper." Springingsky announced to her son, her blue eyes sparkling with a mixed emotion that she was currently feeling. Some sort of sick pride, and then disappointment at Burn's behavior. "But, that has blessed me with five new grandkits, and you with two neices and three nephews, so I guess it's a win lose sotuation?" Springingsky meowed, shrugging a little. "Their names are Cloudedkit, Blizzardkit, and Scorchingkit for the boys, and then the she-kits are Echokit and Rowankit. All beautiful and healthy I'm pretty sure." Springingsky's eyes glowed with love for these new kits that she hadn't even met yet. Having had only one litter herself, the feline loved it hen she had grandkits, as she found kits absolutely adorable. And with Foxpaw being an apprentice now, Springingsky had worried that he would no longer get to see little kits. But then she realized she may not get to see these kits until they were apprentices, as they lived in Windclan with their mother. That dampened the warrior's spirit a little bit.


Speaking of Foxpaw, not to far away from where mother and son were talking, a young ginger apprentice was stalking a leaf, bored out of her mind. Her mentor couldn't keep up with her constant moving and bouncing around, and after training, her and Snowyclaw had returned to the camp, even though Foxpaw had wanted to continue with her training. And, with tensions high between Windclan and Thunderclan, she wasn't allowed to go out of camp without a warrior. Which was a rule she was contemplating on breaking, but decided against it. She didn't want to get into big trouble THIS early in her apprenticeship. Catching the leaf for the 50th time, Foxpaw sighed and released it, laying on the ground as she watched it fly away, head between her paws. As she lay there, an idea sparked in her mind. "I'll ask uncle Blazey to take me out into the territory! I bet he's not doing anything right now!" Foxpaw announced, leaping to her paws. She caught Passionblaze's scent easily, following it as she loved through the cats mingling in the clearing. She looked up and saw the burnt ginger pelt of her uncle, right next to the pale spotted pelt of her grandmother.

"But that has blessed me with five new grandkits..."
Foxpaw froze as Springingsky's voice reached her ears. Five new grandkits? Foxpaw knew what that meant, and she wa going to go get confirmation. Bounding up to Springingsky and Passionblaze, Foxpaw turned her orange gaze to her uncle, her eyes big to make her look cute and innocent. "I HAVE COUSINS? Who's your mate Blazey? Is she nice? Do I know her?" Foxpaw started looking around, as if she could spot the she-cat who she believed to be the mother of her cousins. Foxpaw would never suspect that she had HALF-siblings. Before this point, Burn had only done heartbreaking, but this time he Rome a heart and left a she-cat with fatherless kits. But she was young, and Foxpaw would've never guessed that.

[wickedvirtues]

Little Bird

A small lynx-point bobtail she-kit sat in the clearing, her tail swishing as she waited for someone to play with. If it was a younger kit, she hoped they'd agree to her 'i'm older so listen to me' rule. It was annoying the other kits thought she was 'bossy', she just wanted to be in charge for once in her life! 3 moon old kits couldn't do much, so being a bit bossy was fine in her book if she could pretend to be a leader among the small cats. Now, however, she didn't have to worry about them as any cat could come and ask to play with her. It'd be much more fun, she figured, with a cat her age or older. She wouldn't have to fight or say the rule she made hundreds of times because they were older, so Lynxkit would respect them instead. Easy, right?

They're gonna be so cute together!))

[Cosmo]

Little Bird

A small lynx-point bobtail she-kit sat in the clearing, her tail swishing as she waited for someone to play with. If it was a younger kit, she hoped they'd agree to her 'i'm older so listen to me' rule. It was annoying the other kits thought she was 'bossy', she just wanted to be in charge for once in her life! 3 moon old kits couldn't do much, so being a bit bossy was fine in her book if she could pretend to be a leader among the small cats. Now, however, she didn't have to worry about them as any cat could come and ask to play with her. It'd be much more fun, she figured, with a cat her age or older. She wouldn't have to fight or say the rule she made hundreds of times because they were older, so Lynxkit would respect them instead. Easy, right?

They're gonna be so cute together!))
Leafpaw padded out of the apprentices den. The Siamese tom gaze a luxurious stretch. He looked around the clearing, blinking. The tom sighed. He was a social butterfly. He really wanted to talk to some cat. Suddenly his gaze landed on a female kit sitting in the clearing. Should he go and talk to her? Being the social butterfly that he was, Leafpaw padded over to the kit. He dipped his head in greeting. "What's your name?" he asked, sitting beside the tiny kit.
He raked his gaze over her. From what he could tell she was at least three moons younger.

[wickedvirtues]

Leafpaw padded out of the apprentices den. The Siamese tom gaze a luxurious stretch. He looked around the clearing, blinking. The tom sighed. He was a social butterfly. He really wanted to talk to some cat. Suddenly his gaze landed on a female kit sitting in the clearing. Should he go and talk to her? Being the social butterfly that he was, Leafpaw padded over to the kit. He dipped his head in greeting. "What's your name?" he asked, sitting beside the tiny kit.
He raked his gaze over her. From what he could tell she was at least three moons younger.

Before she replied, she glanced at the tom to see what he looked like. Siamese, probably apprentice, at least three moons older by the looks of him. Good, the rule wouldn't be reinforced hundreds of times if they did play together. "I'm Lynxkit! What's your name?" She asked, her voice full of energy as she plastered grin on her maw.

[Cosmo]

Before she replied, she glanced at the tom to see what he looked like. Siamese, probably apprentice, at least three moons older by the looks of him. Good, the rule wouldn't be reinforced hundreds of times if they did play together. "I'm Lynxkit! What's your name?" She asked, her voice full of energy as she plastered grin on her maw.


Leafpaw dipped his head to the female kit. "Leafpaw, nice to meet you, Lynxkit." the tom purred, formerly. He smiled back at the kit. She seemed nice. She also looked like she wanted to play. She did know he was an apprentice, right?
Something inside Leafpaw's heart told him that one game would do no harm, if she wanted to play.

[wickedvirtues]

Leafpaw dipped his head to the female kit. "Leafpaw, nice to meet you, Lynxkit." the tom purred, formerly. He smiled back at the kit. She seemed nice. She also looked like she wanted to play. She did know he was an apprentice, right?
Something inside Leafpaw's heart told him that one game would do no harm, if she wanted to play.

"It's nice to meet you too, Leafpaw." She trilled, a smile on her maw. She found it a bit humorous both of their names began with L. "So, what's it like being an apprentice? I have THREE whole moons to goooo" she groaned, flicking her tail.

[Starfall]

Teza (sorry for mess, on my flippy phone) The young molly awoke with a start, her golden optics flickered with fear. After a few seconds she let out a sigh and began to even out her fur. Those horrible nightmares had been plauging her dreams ever sence she agreed to participate in her brothers silly compitition. The brown tabby let out a snort and layed her head on her paws, the look of annoyance plastered on her face. There was no point to the game other than finding out what cats were dumb enough to follow pointless orders. Suddenly sloepaw flashed in her mind, which caused cloverpaw to chuckle ''odd molly that one.' she laughed. Oh yes everything was going according to plan, she knew the blueish apprentice had a crush on her, it just made her easier to control. The molly grinned 'all because of rat and his stupid little games. Now i know which cats are perfect pawns.' she stated under her breath. She wasnt evil, she just liked winning, especially against her siblings.

[Teza]

Teza (sorry for mess, on my flippy phone) The young molly awoke with a start, her golden optics flickered with fear. After a few seconds she let out a sigh and began to even out her fur. Those horrible nightmares had been plauging her dreams ever sence she agreed to participate in her brothers silly compitition. The brown tabby let out a snort and layed her head on her paws, the look of annoyance plastered on her face. There was no point to the game other than finding out what cats were dumb enough to follow pointless orders. Suddenly sloepaw flashed in her mind, which caused cloverpaw to chuckle ''odd molly that one.' she laughed. Oh yes everything was going according to plan, she knew the blueish apprentice had a crush on her, it just made her easier to control. The molly grinned 'all because of rat and his stupid little games. Now i know which cats are perfect pawns.' she stated under her breath. She wasnt evil, she just liked winning, especially against her siblings.

(It's okay, I was like that for a couple months a while back xD)

Green gaze drifting throughout the camp, the young, tiger-like Ratpaw spit his prey onto the fresh-kill pile. 'For my clan's sake,' he thought simply. When his emerald eyes fell upon his sister, he allowed himself a slight smirk. Maybe Cloverpaw would have SOME entertainment. The tom padded over to his sibling, Ashpaw crossing his mind. 'She had best be with her mentor,' he thought as he approached Cloverpaw.
"Cloverpaw," he said simply. He was sure he didn't have to speak much to get the she-cat's attention. After all, it couldn't be that hard to gain the attention of some cat who always appears bored out of her mind, right? "Have you seen Ashpaw?" he asked simply, not bothering to sit. His tail swished behind him with impatience, though the stoic tom simply watched his sister. His body language said that he was the most patient cat, though his tail started twitching wildly the longer he awaited an answer. Eventually, even his ears started slightly twitching. 'Cloverpaw, it can't take this long to come up with an answer, Mouse-Brain,' he thought. While it felt to him like ages had passed, really it was only a couple of moments since he got to his sister that had passed. He simply didn't realize it.

[Cosmo]

"It's nice to meet you too, Leafpaw." She trilled, a smile on her maw. She found it a bit humorous both of their names began with L. "So, what's it like being an apprentice? I have THREE whole moons to goooo" she groaned, flicking her tail.


Leafpaw nodded. Her question would need some thinking over though. "Well, it has its moments." he said, thinking about training, hunting and fighting. "Good ones, and bad ones." he added, being an apprentice wasn't all fun and games.

[Empress Of Evil]

Snowstar stirred in her nest when she heard her name being called softly, the familiar voice reaching her ears. The Siamese cracked her ice blue eyes open and moved her head up a bit to look at her mate, and relief immediately flooded her gaze. Even if she was snappy all the time, even toward Stormstrike, she attempted to curb her temper around him, knowing how sensitive he could be. Besides, she wasnt feeling particularly snappy at the moment, although she knew that could change in a matter of seconds, too. The young leader pushed herself up to sit up, fixing her mate with soft blue eyes. All she had to do was stay calm for Stormstrike right now.

"Hey, Stormy." Her voice was slightly hoarse, as she'd been sleeping. The young she-cat shifted in her nest, allowing her jaws to gape in a small yawn before shaking her head, blinking back the sleepiness in her eyes.

The stormy pelted warrior jumped slightly at the sound of her voice. His ears swivelled around in the direction of the she-cat’s voice and he turned his whole body to look at her. His pale blue orbs narrowed as he let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Finally, he spotted the shape of her figure amongst the dimness of the den and a small smile formed on his maw. “Hey,” he responded softly. She didn’t appear to be in as snappy a mood as usual. He padded his way over to her and sat himself down next to the young leader. His parted his jaws to speak when suddenly a voice interrupted him.
He turned his head curiously and looked in the direction of the den entrance. Despite the little amount of light that the den offered, the warrior could just make out the shape of Fennelnose. He didn’t say anything as Snowstar and Fennelnose exchanged words, listening curiously all the while. An eye raised at the mention of Remorapaw being in the ShadowClan medicine cat den. What had they done to end up there? Stormstrike wondered, perplexed at the thought. He didn’t need to think about it for much longer as the deputy left the den and he now had the chance to speak.
Shaking his head to knock himself out of his daydream, he looked back at Snowstar and tried to remember what he was going to say. “How are you doing?” Stormstrike asked, looking at her lovingly. He still couldn’t believe that only a moon ago he’d finally gathered up the courage to confess. As an apprentice, he wouldn’t even have been able to dream of doing something else. He was weak, until then. The best thing was that he hadn’t been rejected. The feelings had been mutual and he’d been able to avoid any rejection. A rejection would’ve absolutely shattered him and Stormstrike doubted he would ever be able to face the Siamese again. It would’ve been fear, sadness, shame and embarrassment keeping him away. It made the grey furred warrior wonder, how many cats had ever been rejected? Hopefully there wasn’t a large amount of cats, or that would be rather disappointing. At least it wasn’t his sensitive heart that had been targeted.
Although things had changed, the warrior was glad that things hadn’t changed that much. They were still the best of friends and that wasn’t ever going to change. He was happy to keep it that way.

[wickedvirtues]

Leafpaw nodded. Her question would need some thinking over though. "Well, it has its moments." he said, thinking about training, hunting and fighting. "Good ones, and bad ones." he added, being an apprentice wasn't all fun and games.

Lynxkit nodded. "I want to train really hard and be a great warrior!" She chirped, leaping at some moss and pawing it down like she would an enemy warrior without the claws unsheathed. "I'm gonna help make ThunderClan one of the best Clans!" She added, her soft nub of a tail slightly twitching. "I wish I could be an apprentice already, so I was closer to that.." she sighed, three moons would take forever to pass!

[Random Melody]

The stormy pelted warrior jumped slightly at the sound of her voice. His ears swivelled around in the direction of the she-cat’s voice and he turned his whole body to look at her. His pale blue orbs narrowed as he let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Finally, he spotted the shape of her figure amongst the dimness of the den and a small smile formed on his maw. “Hey,” he responded softly. She didn’t appear to be in as snappy a mood as usual. He padded his way over to her and sat himself down next to the young leader. His parted his jaws to speak when suddenly a voice interrupted him.
He turned his head curiously and looked in the direction of the den entrance. Despite the little amount of light that the den offered, the warrior could just make out the shape of Fennelnose. He didn’t say anything as Snowstar and Fennelnose exchanged words, listening curiously all the while. An eye raised at the mention of Remorapaw being in the ShadowClan medicine cat den. What had they done to end up there? Stormstrike wondered, perplexed at the thought. He didn’t need to think about it for much longer as the deputy left the den and he now had the chance to speak.
Shaking his head to knock himself out of his daydream, he looked back at Snowstar and tried to remember what he was going to say. “How are you doing?” Stormstrike asked, looking at her lovingly. He still couldn’t believe that only a moon ago he’d finally gathered up the courage to confess. As an apprentice, he wouldn’t even have been able to dream of doing something else. He was weak, until then. The best thing was that he hadn’t been rejected. The feelings had been mutual and he’d been able to avoid any rejection. A rejection would’ve absolutely shattered him and Stormstrike doubted he would ever be able to face the Siamese again. It would’ve been fear, sadness, shame and embarrassment keeping him away. It made the grey furred warrior wonder, how many cats had ever been rejected? Hopefully there wasn’t a large amount of cats, or that would be rather disappointing. At least it wasn’t his sensitive heart that had been targeted.
Although things had changed, the warrior was glad that things hadn’t changed that much. They were still the best of friends and that wasn’t ever going to change. He was happy to keep it that way.


Snowstar turned her attention to Stormstrike as he spoke again and Fennelnose had left the den. The young leader managed a smile at her mate, her ice blue eyes flickering with affection. "Better." She admitted, ears pricking. Today was one of her good days, she knew that, and she would milk it for all it was worth. Because she didnt like being snappy. It wasnt her. "How are you?" The Siamese grinned softly, letting her nose gently bump against Stormstrike's shoulder. "Roarclaw isnt on your tail anymore right?" She purred.

[BluBunnie]

The territory was one of Kestrelpaw's favorite places to hang out. But, that morning, it was not where she was spending her time. That morning she was in the clearing. And, to be honest, she didn't seem to be having the best day. Although Kestrelpaw normally didn't look like she was 'miss cheerful' to be honest. I want to train. But hey, Aime'Storm has needs too and I won't sit around whining like a spoiled brat about it. Guess I should get something productive done, just... she took one last glance around the clearing before sighing and getting to her paws. What could she do? Things were a little tense what with the WindClan trouble and all, so Kestrelpaw was being careful to stay out of the territory. Just in case something were to happen. Just in case she were to run into a WindClan cat. Not that she believed they would be stupid enough to pull something like that. Kestrelpaw truly hoped that this trouble would be over soon and ThunderClan would beat WindClan, showing them once and for all who was better.
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Kestrelpaw stretched as he appeared from the Apprentices Den. He kneaded his paws into the soft ground, he purred as he felt the suns rays against his back. He was a pretty good mood, he had slept well with no dreams. He looked around the Clearing, he needed to find something productive to do. He wasn't too hungry and decided he would hunt, Kestrelpaw spent most of his time alone but with the tensions between his clan and Windclan he figured it would be best to take someone with him. His spotted a she-cat, who looked like an apprentice as well. She seemed like she wasn't in a great mood, or maybe she was just bored. He shrugged, 'Hunting would make her less bore, I suppose.' He trotted over to the she-cat, "Hey, sorry to bother you, but would you like to go hunting with me?" He mewed, his slight British accent slipping out.

[Ivy]

"I'm not always with your mother, like right now, your mother isn't here." He mewed simply, he didn't seem to care about what she was talking.
"Why can't you just accept that my brother and I don't have to talk to each other if we do not want to?!" Dawnkit's mew was full of anger and frustration. "I don't know why I even bother explaining it to you, even if you are my father. My brother is just a manipulative tom and he just is out to get me.." She sulked, plopping down onto the floor of the Nursery. Her fur was bristling from her anger and her eyes were downcast, refusing to look at Alderstripe. She looked like her mother when she was an apprentice and Alderstripe wouldn't let her go out of camp.

[Gone]

"Why can't you just accept that my brother and I don't have to talk to each other if we do not want to?!" Dawnkit's mew was full of anger and frustration. "I don't know why I even bother explaining it to you, even if you are my father. My brother is just a manipulative tom and he just is out to get me.." She sulked, plopping down onto the floor of the Nursery. Her fur was bristling from her anger and her eyes were downcast, refusing to look at Alderstripe. She looked like her mother when she was an apprentice and Alderstripe wouldn't let her go out of camp.
Alderstripe gazed down at his daughter. "From what I've heard, you're the one threatning him..." He mewed, rolling his eyes as he gazed at Dawnkit once again. "Your brother wants the best for you, but if you act like that, he sure won't." He sighed and licked her face. "Stop acting like that, you aren't gonna get what you want this way." He added.

[Ivy]

Alderstripe gazed down at his daughter. "From what I've heard, you're the one threatning him..." He mewed, rolling his eyes as he gazed at Dawnkit once again. "Your brother wants the best for you, but if you act like that, he sure won't." He sighed and licked her face. "Stop acting like that, you aren't gonna get what you want this way." He added.

"You're just taking his side!" Dawnkit accused him.

[lone]

Kestrelpaw stretched as he appeared from the Apprentices Den. He kneaded his paws into the soft ground, he purred as he felt the suns rays against his back. He was a pretty good mood, he had slept well with no dreams. He looked around the Clearing, he needed to find something productive to do. He wasn't too hungry and decided he would hunt, Kestrelpaw spent most of his time alone but with the tensions between his clan and Windclan he figured it would be best to take someone with him. His spotted a she-cat, who looked like an apprentice as well. She seemed like she wasn't in a great mood, or maybe she was just bored. He shrugged, 'Hunting would make her less bore, I suppose.' He trotted over to the she-cat, "Hey, sorry to bother you, but would you like to go hunting with me?" He mewed, his slight British accent slipping out.
The British accent of the tom surprised Kestrelpaw. Yes, it was slight - but it was there. And she stared at him very hard for a moment before sighing. "Hunting. With you?" The way she voiced it made it sound as though it was the weirdest thing to think she would want to go hunting with the tom, and she realized that soon afterwards. Guess my social skills could use a little work after all, she thought with a sigh. "You know what, sure. Why not. It'll give me something to do this morning, yeah?" She replied. Her voice constantly carried this more mature, knowledgable tone in it - yet at the same time it always sounded as though it might hold a note of sarcasm nowadays. With the cats she knew, she was really starting to loosen up more. Become less stiff and robotic-looking, start acting a little more... apprentice-like, in a way. See, Kestrelpaw had been acting like an older cat for a long time. Perhaps it was time for her to loosen up and just play some - although it wasn't in her nature. She was logical, serious, and had a hard time picking up on tones of voices. And she still hadn't introduced herself - which brought up the subject of her poor social skills.

[BluBunnie]

The British accent of the tom surprised Kestrelpaw. Yes, it was slight - but it was there. And she stared at him very hard for a moment before sighing. "Hunting. With you?" The way she voiced it made it sound as though it was the weirdest thing to think she would want to go hunting with the tom, and she realized that soon afterwards. Guess my social skills could use a little work after all, she thought with a sigh. "You know what, sure. Why not. It'll give me something to do this morning, yeah?" She replied. Her voice constantly carried this more mature, knowledgable tone in it - yet at the same time it always sounded as though it might hold a note of sarcasm nowadays. With the cats she knew, she was really starting to loosen up more. Become less stiff and robotic-looking, start acting a little more... apprentice-like, in a way. See, Kestrelpaw had been acting like an older cat for a long time. Perhaps it was time for her to loosen up and just play some - although it wasn't in her nature. She was logical, serious, and had a hard time picking up on tones of voices. And she still hadn't introduced herself - which brought up the subject of her poor social skills.

Kestralpaw nodded, "I figured I shouldn't go alone because of the tensions with Windclan. You never know when trouble might appear." He said in a matter-of-fact tone. "What's your name by the way? Just in case trouble comes." He added. The tom was pretty much all business and was only social when he had to be. He turned towards the entrance of the camp and begin to trot towards the entrance, his ears turned back towards the she-cat to show he was still paying attention.

[Cosmo]

Lynxkit nodded. "I want to train really hard and be a great warrior!" She chirped, leaping at some moss and pawing it down like she would an enemy warrior without the claws unsheathed. "I'm gonna help make ThunderClan one of the best Clans!" She added, her soft nub of a tail slightly twitching. "I wish I could be an apprentice already, so I was closer to that.." she sighed, three moons would take forever to pass!


Leafpaw nodded. Amusement prickling at his pelt. The kit was adorable really. He admired her enthusiasm to do things. It was really cute. The way she seemed determined to be the best warrior ever, but in her own kit-like way. Leafpaw found that cute and inspiring. All cats should act like she did, at least kits. Leafpaw hadn't been like that as a kit. He had been determined to be a great warrior, but never really as much as her. Now that he was an apprentice, he focused mostly on his training.

[wickedvirtues]

Leafpaw nodded. Amusement prickling at his pelt. The kit was adorable really. He admired her enthusiasm to do things. It was really cute. The way she seemed determined to be the best warrior ever, but in her own kit-like way. Leafpaw found that cute and inspiring. All cats should act like she did, at least kits. Leafpaw hadn't been like that as a kit. He had been determined to be a great warrior, but never really as much as her. Now that he was an apprentice, he focused mostly on his training.

The bobtail snapped back to what she was doing, sitting and grinning at Leafpaw. "The other kits call me 'bossy'. I tell the younger ones to listen to me because i'm older, but I just want to make sure they're safe when we play!" She somewhat lied, she also liked the feeling of being in charge of something for once. She considered herself a bit bossy, yes, but not as much as they said. "Will you play with me? You can be in charge!" She asked, widening her eyes.

[graves]

Stormwing shifted her weight. Most cats in the Clan were truly nice, but... what would happen if Littlefoot disappeared? She was worried that another disappearance or death would break her fragile mental structure. Indeed, there were not too many cats left in the Clan that she could go to. Barely any. And as of now, she wasn't quite ready to brace herself for the impact of losing another friend. "Thank you. I... appreciate it, umm... really." It wasn't that Stormwing didn't want to talk to the friendly tom, it was more of the fact that she was nervous to. In just general meetings, not set up ones, Stormwing never knew what the right thing to say was.



The territory was one of Kestrelpaw's favorite places to hang out. But, that morning, it was not where she was spending her time. That morning she was in the clearing. And, to be honest, she didn't seem to be having the best day. Although Kestrelpaw normally didn't look like she was 'miss cheerful' to be honest. I want to train. But hey, Aime'Storm has needs too and I won't sit around whining like a spoiled brat about it. Guess I should get something productive done, just... she took one last glance around the clearing before sighing and getting to her paws. What could she do? Things were a little tense what with the WindClan trouble and all, so Kestrelpaw was being careful to stay out of the territory. Just in case something were to happen. Just in case she were to run into a WindClan cat. Not that she believed they would be stupid enough to pull something like that. Kestrelpaw truly hoped that this trouble would be over soon and ThunderClan would beat WindClan, showing them once and for all who was better.
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Littlefoot only gave a small nod and a smile,"Its no problem really, I dont want to overwhelm you n stuff." he didnt mind really, hed rather wait until the shecat was ready for another friendship. he still doesnt know what happened to make her feel that way, but it wasnt it his business right now. Instead of talking he leaned down and took another bite of the bird he had brought. It was still early morning, the birds chiping in the rather cloudy sky with the sun poking through. It was a decent day, allowing his green eyes to wander around camp to the other cats chatting, kits playing, elders talking to apprentices and so on. It felt nice. Even with the ever growing tension with Windclan, nothing would ruin his mood. He didnt want to make Stormwing uncomfortable by talking, instead enjoying her company in calm silence.

[lone]

Kestralpaw nodded, "I figured I shouldn't go alone because of the tensions with Windclan. You never know when trouble might appear." He said in a matter-of-fact tone. "What's your name by the way? Just in case trouble comes." He added. The tom was pretty much all business and was only social when he had to be. He turned towards the entrance of the camp and begin to trot towards the entrance, his ears turned back towards the she-cat to show he was still paying attention.
"Wise choice. On a scale of one to ten from how messed up you would be if you were to run into trouble, I'd say you'd be dead." Kestrelpaw shrugged. Hey, that was her logic. Apprentice runs into trouble, apprentice tries to play the hero, apprentice ends up dead or scarred for life - the latter only if they were lucky. Sometimes in rare, rare cases they wouldn't be too badly hurt. But Kestrelpaw wasn't taking the chance. She would never play the hero. Getting a warrior or having help there was the smartest thing to do. "Kestrelpaw. And yours?" She asked, keeping her tone short and sharp. To the point. Direct. As always, Kestrelpaw's manners had left things to be desired - but hey, nobody was perfect. Least of all this young apprentice.

Littlefoot only gave a small nod and a smile,"Its no problem really, I dont want to overwhelm you n stuff." he didnt mind really, hed rather wait until the shecat was ready for another friendship. he still doesnt know what happened to make her feel that way, but it wasnt it his business right now. Instead of talking he leaned down and took another bite of the bird he had brought. It was still early morning, the birds chiping in the rather cloudy sky with the sun poking through. It was a decent day, allowing his green eyes to wander around camp to the other cats chatting, kits playing, elders talking to apprentices and so on. It felt nice. Even with the ever growing tension with Windclan, nothing would ruin his mood. He didnt want to make Stormwing uncomfortable by talking, instead enjoying her company in calm silence.

The feline shifted her weight uncomfortably, the silence suddenly making her feel strange. He had been talking for a while - but now Littlefoot was silent. Had she overwhelmed him? Stormwing tried to think of ways to start up the conversation again, make an attempt at being friendly, try to show him that she really wasn't that bad - but none came to mind. Trust the awkward warrior to shut off conversation like that. Although, she didn't realize he was trying to make her more comfortable. And after a few minutes, she sighed and turned to him. "Um-m... so, uh, what kind of things do you like to, um, do?" She asked slightly nervously, trying to figure out something to say to him. Perhaps the silence had been better, but her mind had been bugging her - constantly teasing her to say something. He probably thought she was weird. Strange. Pitited her. Whatever the reason, Stormwing had now worked herself up even more. Yeah, she had a talent for that.

[Brilliance]

Springingsky flicked her tail, cocking her head and posing. "I do cleanup quite well don't I?" She purred, grateful for her son's compliment. Even though Passionblaze's words were a little out of her league, she still looked young. Her fur hadn't started to gray yet, but Springingsky would dread the day when it did. She loved her beautiful snowy pelt, one that neither of her kits inherited. Or her grandkit, Foxpaw. It seemed that the ginger pelt was dominant in their family. Although, with this new news of her five new grandkits, Springingsky was sure at least one of them had her pelt or something similar. Although she had no idea what the mother, Searwhisper, looked like, so she couldn't be so sure. She could be a ginger cat as well for all the feline knew. But some of her grabdkit's names made we think otherwise. Like Blizzardkit and Cloudedkit especially. She supposed that thy didn't have burnt ginger pelts. Of course Scorchingkit and Rownkit probably had some ginger to their pelt. Echokit though, Springingsky was completely clueless of who her pelt might resemble.

"Oh wow, sure, go hating on the elders now Blazey. I thought I taught you to respect them. Hmm?" She looked sideways at her son, lifting her eyebrows in questioning. "You may not be an apprentice anymore but I'm still your mother. I can make you go clean their dens with a clack of my claws." She threatened, her tone deuce but good-humored. And she knew her son wouldn't take her words offensively. Other cats though, they did take most all of her words to heart, in an offensive way. Something that Sprngingsky never seemed to be able to understand why. Of course she didn't care much though. Why should she? Other cats thoughts on her weren't her problem.

At Passionblaze's question, Springingsky smiled. Her son, well both of them, knew her so well. And she knew them just as much. "Well, let me tell you what your brother did this time Blazey. He didn't just flirt with a random she-cat then break her heart, no. He went as far as to impregnate this Windclan feline named Searwhisper." Springingsky announced to her son, her blue eyes sparkling with a mixed emotion that she was currently feeling. Some sort of sick pride, and then disappointment at Burn's behavior. "But, that has blessed me with five new grandkits, and you with two neices and three nephews, so I guess it's a win lose sotuation?" Springingsky meowed, shrugging a little. "Their names are Cloudedkit, Blizzardkit, and Scorchingkit for the boys, and then the she-kits are Echokit and Rowankit. All beautiful and healthy I'm pretty sure." Springingsky's eyes glowed with love for these new kits that she hadn't even met yet. Having had only one litter herself, the feline loved it hen she had grandkits, as she found kits absolutely adorable. And with Foxpaw being an apprentice now, Springingsky had worried that he would no longer get to see little kits. But then she realized she may not get to see these kits until they were apprentices, as they lived in Windclan with their mother. That dampened the warrior's spirit a little bit.


Speaking of Foxpaw, not to far away from where mother and son were talking, a young ginger apprentice was stalking a leaf, bored out of her mind. Her mentor couldn't keep up with her constant moving and bouncing around, and after training, her and Snowyclaw had returned to the camp, even though Foxpaw had wanted to continue with her training. And, with tensions high between Windclan and Thunderclan, she wasn't allowed to go out of camp without a warrior. Which was a rule she was contemplating on breaking, but decided against it. She didn't want to get into big trouble THIS early in her apprenticeship. Catching the leaf for the 50th time, Foxpaw sighed and released it, laying on the ground as she watched it fly away, head between her paws. As she lay there, an idea sparked in her mind. "I'll ask uncle Blazey to take me out into the territory! I bet he's not doing anything right now!" Foxpaw announced, leaping to her paws. She caught Passionblaze's scent easily, following it as she loved through the cats mingling in the clearing. She looked up and saw the burnt ginger pelt of her uncle, right next to the pale spotted pelt of her grandmother.

"But that has blessed me with five new grandkits..."
Foxpaw froze as Springingsky's voice reached her ears. Five new grandkits? Foxpaw knew what that meant, and she wa going to go get confirmation. Bounding up to Springingsky and Passionblaze, Foxpaw turned her orange gaze to her uncle, her eyes big to make her look cute and innocent. "I HAVE COUSINS? Who's your mate Blazey? Is she nice? Do I know her?" Foxpaw started looking around, as if she could spot the she-cat who she believed to be the mother of her cousins. Foxpaw would never suspect that she had HALF-siblings. Before this point, Burn had only done heartbreaking, but this time he Rome a heart and left a she-cat with fatherless kits. But she was young, and Foxpaw would've never guessed that.


Passionblaze smiled fondly at his mother, laughing at her antics. One thing he was grateful for was that she never lost her touch. Her bright spirit that could either make the grumpiest of cats smile or even the snobbiest of cats humble. She was like that spark to him, and he knew she trained them well to be kind and polite. Only, he truly didn't know where and when Flame-Burn. His name was Burn for now, but Passionblaze would sometimes live in the past where they both were named after their courageous father.

''Momma, come on,'' Passionblaze playfully rolled his eyes. ''Why would I ever go hating on the elders? I love the elders. They're all pocketful of sunshines.'' He chuckled. Elders could be something else. Depending on what they experienced in life, most of the elders expected respect. Never had they had to demand it. Elders saw too much, experiences too much, which gave them the automatic for respect. Passionblaze was highly respectful to his elders. Even his senior warriors. He knew his mother was playing with him, but the last thing he wanted to do was play with her fury.

Yet, he never understood how come Burn got away with it. Though he been gone from the clan for a while, why hadn't their mother sat his devious brother down. If anything at all, Burn needed to talk out his problems. Maybe then, they could come up with a solution.

Because upon her next words Passionblaze froze at her sister. He didn't get just break a she cat's heart, he went as far to impregnate them? At first, the tom was speechless. He didn't know how to react to what his mother just told him. Then, his ears flicked, and a sad smile flickered across his face. ''Wow,'' the tom shook his head. ''He gets more action than I do.'' Then, he let out a laugh. In all honesty, Passionblaze could never find himself impregnating a female. Especially since he grew up with a loving mother--Why would any tom want to treat a she cat as such? It was pretty sad, and Passionblaze wished he could knock some sense into his brother. Aside from that, having new nieces and nephews weren't a bad thing to him. He loved little kits. The only shame was that he hardly would get to know them. Especially since they are in a different clan. ''I suppose he left her, huh? Just with kits?'' The tom's whiskers quivered as he didn't truly know what to think about the situation. If the mother cat was here, he was positive that he would help her out. He did when it came to Mapleheart, the mother of his dear Foxpaw.

''Those are some really cute names, though!'' He thought them over. They sounded right. Little kits were a blessing to have, yet Burn was turning it into a curse. ''Those kits are going to need a father. I can't imagine how wrong their life would be. Maybe...we could me--'' His sentence was interrupted as his energetic niece bounded towards them. Passionblaze shot his mother a look of annoyance quickly before gazing at Foxpaw. So much love had shown in his eyes upon looking down at her. She surely was growing up.

Upon her words, the tom shifted uncomfortably on his paws. He never liked to discuss his love life. Not even to his mother. For him, a she cat had to be special before he outright tell anyone he's officially made her his mate. Especially he needed his mother's approval. Without approval from her, then he wouldn't be afraid to drop her in a second. It sounded harsh, but the tom took his mother's decisions seriously because she had gave them everything as kits, and he only wanted to return the father. Besides that, he would always court a she cat in secret until they both believed she was ready to meet the big dog; A.K.A his mother.

''Foxpaw,'' Passionblaze laughed. ''Calm down, kit. You're over-exaggerating. You know I would never find a mate without your grandmother's approval, right ma?'' The tom smiled, looking up at his mother. But, then again, he didn't know how to approach the matter that it was the act of her father that gave her half-siblings. She didn't truly know Burn. Burn never held a type of love for her that Passionblaze did. With Burn doing starclan knows what, Passionblaze tried his best to be a father and a uncle to Foxpaw. ''You shouldn't be in adults' business anyway, lil Fox. Eavesdrop much?'' He asked, smirking at her.

Foxpaw was such a bouncy spirit. That definitely takes after them, but her personality? That was something different. She was a mix of all sorts. He didn't know what to tell her, or how to explain what Burn did. Honestly, there was absolutely no explanation to say what he did. It wasn't right, and yet Foxpaw was young. She didn't care about her father--at least to Passionblaze's knowledge. He figured she stopped wanting to get to know him since she had her uncle, her mother, and her grandmother within the same clan. ''But--umm...these kits were--ummm...discussing...''As he looked into her curious gaze, Passionblaze didn't know what to tell her, so he turned his attention to his mother, his ears perking. ''Yeah, momma--who are these kits exactly in relation to her?'' The tom asked, using his tail to tap his niece atop her head in an affectionate manner. Because he couldn't do it, he knew his mother would break the news down to her. To Passionblaze, it seemed that his mother could handle anything.

[graves]

"Wise choice. On a scale of one to ten from how messed up you would be if you were to run into trouble, I'd say you'd be dead." Kestrelpaw shrugged. Hey, that was her logic. Apprentice runs into trouble, apprentice tries to play the hero, apprentice ends up dead or scarred for life - the latter only if they were lucky. Sometimes in rare, rare cases they wouldn't be too badly hurt. But Kestrelpaw wasn't taking the chance. She would never play the hero. Getting a warrior or having help there was the smartest thing to do. "Kestrelpaw. And yours?" She asked, keeping her tone short and sharp. To the point. Direct. As always, Kestrelpaw's manners had left things to be desired - but hey, nobody was perfect. Least of all this young apprentice.


The feline shifted her weight uncomfortably, the silence suddenly making her feel strange. He had been talking for a while - but now Littlefoot was silent. Had she overwhelmed him? Stormwing tried to think of ways to start up the conversation again, make an attempt at being friendly, try to show him that she really wasn't that bad - but none came to mind. Trust the awkward warrior to shut off conversation like that. Although, she didn't realize he was trying to make her more comfortable. And after a few minutes, she sighed and turned to him. "Um-m... so, uh, what kind of things do you like to, um, do?" She asked slightly nervously, trying to figure out something to say to him. Perhaps the silence had been better, but her mind had been bugging her - constantly teasing her to say something. He probably thought she was weird. Strange. Pitited her. Whatever the reason, Stormwing had now worked herself up even more. Yeah, she had a talent for that.[/CENTER]

"I like to take walks in the territory at times, its very pretty and relaxing out there in green leaf like this." he gave a smile thinking about it. His eyes kept towards the clearing when he answered, soon moving to the green trees and the cloudy sky. The birds were still chirping and greenleaf still heat still sat in his pelt. "I like bird watching too, not hunting but just watching. It sounds weird but, its also relaxing." he gave a small chuckle, allowing himself to glance over. She still seemed nervous to even talk, and he was a bit nervous to blunt say she didnt have to talk as that would be rude. So hed give in to gentle conversation to try not to overwhelm her instead.

[RedShadow]

ShallowPaw flicked her silver tabby ears, and treaded around the den with an exaggerated yawn, scanning her cobalt blue eyes around the den. A few arguing cats, a number of sleeping apprentices, and then others like her, sitting in their nests and watching the den wordlessly.

[BluBunnie]

"Wise choice. On a scale of one to ten from how messed up you would be if you were to run into trouble, I'd say you'd be dead." Kestrelpaw shrugged. Hey, that was her logic. Apprentice runs into trouble, apprentice tries to play the hero, apprentice ends up dead or scarred for life - the latter only if they were lucky. Sometimes in rare, rare cases they wouldn't be too badly hurt. But Kestrelpaw wasn't taking the chance. She would never play the hero. Getting a warrior or having help there was the smartest thing to do. "Kestrelpaw. And yours?" She asked, keeping her tone short and sharp. To the point. Direct. As always, Kestrelpaw's manners had left things to be desired - but hey, nobody was perfect. Least of all this young apprentice.

Kestrelpaw nodded in agreement with the she-cats statement, he wasn't very fond of the cats who were too bold and cocky. They were often the ones who got the most hurt and in trouble. He stopped in his tracks when he heard her name, he looked back at her thinking it was a joke. 'Maybe she knows me already? Did I forget meeting her?' He thought for a few moments but determined that he had never met this cat. He held back a chuckle as he turned to face Kestrelpaw, "Well, I guess it won't be easy to forget my name. Since mine is Kestrelpaw as well." He mewed with a smile spread across his maw.

[lone]

"I like to take walks in the territory at times, its very pretty and relaxing out there in green leaf like this." he gave a smile thinking about it. His eyes kept towards the clearing when he answered, soon moving to the green trees and the cloudy sky. The birds were still chirping and greenleaf still heat still sat in his pelt. "I like bird watching too, not hunting but just watching. It sounds weird but, its also relaxing." he gave a small chuckle, allowing himself to glance over. She still seemed nervous to even talk, and he was a bit nervous to blunt say she didnt have to talk as that would be rude. So hed give in to gentle conversation to try not to overwhelm her instead.

"The territory is pretty. And relaxing," Stormwing mewed with a half-smile on her features. Eventually she would warm up to this tom, but until that happened, he was just going to have to wait and trust that she was trying. He seemed nice. He really did. But Stormwing was constantly worried about the manipulative cats in the Clan, especially since the Evil Era, when Ratnight had taken over - and even now it was hard to tell who you could trust. As far as she had known, he had seemed so nice! But apparently, that... just like a lot of things, Stormwing was realizing... had just been an illusion. The feline had lost a lot of cats. She was hoping not to lose this cat, who was being so nice to her, as well. "Bi - birdwatching isinteresting," She responded.

[lone]

Kestrelpaw nodded in agreement with the she-cats statement, he wasn't very fond of the cats who were too bold and cocky. They were often the ones who got the most hurt and in trouble. He stopped in his tracks when he heard her name, he looked back at her thinking it was a joke. 'Maybe she knows me already? Did I forget meeting her?' He thought for a few moments but determined that he had never met this cat. He held back a chuckle as he turned to face Kestrelpaw, "Well, I guess it won't be easy to forget my name. Since mine is Kestrelpaw as well." He mewed with a smile spread across his maw.
"Oh really?" Kestrelpaw's hues widened just the slightest bit in surprise and amusement, before they went back to their normal state. "I guess I'll remember that pretty easily." There was no sign of amusement in her voice - normally there wasn't, not until she felt more comfortable around this cat. Yes, Kestrelpaw really needed to loosen up, but... it was pretty much around her brothers and mentor that she was lighter spirited, and acted a little more like... an apprentice should. Or at least, like the basic stereotype for what an apprentice should act like. Why was everyone always telling her how to act? Kestrelpaw honestly, really, hated it. It was one of the most annoying things any cat could do. "Now that I'm aware of who you are, and you know who I am, let's get going before it gets too late in the day and the temperature rises." Kestrelpaw mewed, getting to her paws and padding towards the entrance to the territory. She had never been one to mess around. Least of all now... was that a flaw, or a blessing? It had played as both, but she was more grateful for it then anything else.
(to the territory?)

[rubinaito]

The quiet sounds of the cats bustling around him snapped Neverwing out of his thoughts as he walked into the camp, his eyes distant for just a moment. Shaking his fur out, he continued right past the fresh-kill pile, the rabbit clamped in his jaws not meant for the clan. He had gone hunting on his own to bring Blackstorm something special. He thought it would help Blackstorm feel happier then he had been feeling recently, at least a little bit. Smiling slightly as he hummed to himself, Neverwing glanced around to find his mate. Ah, there he is. "Blackstorm!" Neverwing meowed around the fur of the rabbit, making is way over to the black tom. The equally dark maine coon looked slightly downwards at the slightly smaller cat, smiling shyly. "I brought you something. I know how you like rabbit." The large cat said softly, his vibrant green eyes studying Blackstorm. Awhile back, he had been much smaller than Blackstorm- but the species he was allowed him to grow taller than his mate. Shaking out his fluffy fur, Neverwing took a seat beside Blackstorm and pressed his nose against Blackstorm's shoulder gently, inhaling his scent as he began grooming Blackstorm's slightly messed up fur. "How was your day today?" He asked softly, his breath brushing past Blackstorm's ear.

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[Random Melody]

The quiet sounds of the cats bustling around him snapped Neverwing out of his thoughts as he walked into the camp, his eyes distant for just a moment. Shaking his fur out, he continued right past the fresh-kill pile, the rabbit clamped in his jaws not meant for the clan. He had gone hunting on his own to bring Blackstorm something special. He thought it would help Blackstorm feel happier then he had been feeling recently, at least a little bit. Smiling slightly as he hummed to himself, Neverwing glanced around to find his mate. Ah, there he is. "Blackstorm!" Neverwing meowed around the fur of the rabbit, making is way over to the black tom. The equally dark maine coon looked slightly downwards at the slightly smaller cat, smiling shyly. "I brought you something. I know how you like rabbit." The large cat said softly, his vibrant green eyes studying Blackstorm. Awhile back, he had been much smaller than Blackstorm- but the species he was allowed him to grow taller than his mate. Shaking out his fluffy fur, Neverwing took a seat beside Blackstorm and pressed his nose against Blackstorm's shoulder gently, inhaling his scent as he began grooming Blackstorm's slightly messed up fur. "How was your day today?" He asked softly, his breath brushing past Blackstorm's ear.

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"Hey, Neverwing." Blackstorm purred out, gently reaching up to nudge his nose lightly against his mate's ear. "Ah, long. Honestly. Forgot how tough Clan life was. Thanks for the rabbit, though." The black Tom smiled at the larger cat, before lowering his head to take a bite of the fresh-kill, savoring the taste as he swallowed. "Enough about me. How was your day?"

[rubinaito]

"Hey, Neverwing." Blackstorm purred out, gently reaching up to nudge his nose lightly against his mate's ear. "Ah, long. Honestly. Forgot how tough Clan life was. Thanks for the rabbit, though." The black Tom smiled at the larger cat, before lowering his head to take a bite of the fresh-kill, savoring the taste as he swallowed. "Enough about me. How was your day?"
"Rather pleasant in comparison, I would assume." Neverwing replied with a quiet laugh, continuing to run his tongue and occasionally work his claws into Blackstorm's fur, taking out leaves and undoing the occasional tangle. "Since I was on patrol duty today, instead of hunting, things were rather easy. I'm hoping Snowstar will grant me permission to mentor an apprentice soon, though." He admitted, nuzzling Blackstorm back. Around Blackstorm, Neverwing couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy. He could forget about all of his past murders, and focus on a hopefully brighter future. He could ignore his Syndicate heritage, and create a new life in ThunderClan alongside his mate.
Anxiety tickled the back of his mind as he subconsciously tried to figure out how he'd tell Blackstorm about his crimes... even the more recent one which didn't help the tension between the clans. Wincing as he thought of the dead WindClan cat plunging into the water, he shook it off. He could worry about it later. Luckily, Neverwing was the master of concealing his emotions, and the only sign that he was worried was the slight flicking of his tail. However, his tail seemed to have a mind of it's own sometimes, so it wouldn't be too hard to convince Blackstorm that everything was fine. Smiling slightly, the drowsy tom finished grooming his mate, curling up beside him in comfort.
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[lone]

The multicolored tom sat in the clearing, his mixed brown and white tail swishing back and forth across the ground. With a thick pelt like his, the warmer moons were hard on him. He hoped Lightningstrike was doing okay... with her dark pelt, the warmer seasons were rough on her as well. At least it was thin. Caribouheart missed leaf-bare, despite the shortage of prey and the bitter cold, for him... it was perfect. Or even early new-leaf was alright, but green-leaf... no, that was a difficult time of year for him. The tom glanced around for his friend, tail continuing to swish across the ground. It was so hot, even the shade didn't make much of a difference... but Caribouheart was sitting there anyways. Had it been early morning, perhaps it would have been more tolerable for him.
But being the time of day that it was, and the type of weather, he was having a rough day all in all. Even his usual good mood seemed to be dwindling. He was almost - not quite, but almost beginning to be put in a more negative state of mind. Had his friend been there, he might not even have had the energy to greet her with his usual cheerful 'hey!' Though he was sure she would miss it. He would hope so. Lightningstrike might be an important cat to him, but all bets were off in green-leaf.
The weather was simply too much for the tom a good deal of the time. It was times like these he wished he were a RiverClan cat, free to go swimming and be able to cool off easier. He bet all the little RiverClanners were having a great time. And he hoped that WindClan was having an even rougher time of it, what with their open moors. Caribouheart would probably die of heatstroke out there, which was just another reason that he hated WindClan. Hate might be a strong word, and one that didn't enter the tom's mind often, but at the moment? It seemed like the most appropriate word of all. He despised the warmer moons, almost as much as he did WindClan... but what did his opinion matter?

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

[BluBunnie]

"Oh really?" Kestrelpaw's hues widened just the slightest bit in surprise and amusement, before they went back to their normal state. "I guess I'll remember that pretty easily." There was no sign of amusement in her voice - normally there wasn't, not until she felt more comfortable around this cat. Yes, Kestrelpaw really needed to loosen up, but... it was pretty much around her brothers and mentor that she was lighter spirited, and acted a little more like... an apprentice should. Or at least, like the basic stereotype for what an apprentice should act like. Why was everyone always telling her how to act? Kestrelpaw honestly, really, hated it. It was one of the most annoying things any cat could do. "Now that I'm aware of who you are, and you know who I am, let's get going before it gets too late in the day and the temperature rises." Kestrelpaw mewed, getting to her paws and padding towards the entrance to the territory. She had never been one to mess around. Least of all now... was that a flaw, or a blessing? It had played as both, but she was more grateful for it then anything else.
(to the territory?)


(Yes!)

Kestrelpaw nodded in agreement, the last thing he wanted was to be hunting outside while it was hot. He took the lead as he exited out the entrance way.

[Cosmo]

The bobtail snapped back to what she was doing, sitting and grinning at Leafpaw. "The other kits call me 'bossy'. I tell the younger ones to listen to me because i'm older, but I just want to make sure they're safe when we play!" She somewhat lied, she also liked the feeling of being in charge of something for once. She considered herself a bit bossy, yes, but not as much as they said. "Will you play with me? You can be in charge!" She asked, widening her eyes.


The other kits call me 'bossy'. I tell the younger ones to listen to me because i'm older, but I just want to make sure they're safe when we play!"

When Leafpaw heard her say that, he nodded. She did seem like a kind of bossy kit. He wasn't saying it was bad to be bossy though. She seemed like a really sweet kit. It also seemed like she loved to play. As a kit, Leafpaw had too. He loved to play a lot back then. That didn't mean he didn't like to play anymore, of course he still did, but he was an apprentice now.

"Will you play with me? You can be in charge!"

Leafpaw nodded when he heard that. "How about we play it where no cat is in charge?" he asked, hoping that would be fair. He was an apprentice, he shouldn't be playing, but he could help it, Lynxkit was so cute. Just the way she admitted she was bossy, and even before that was so cute! Leafpaw couldn't ignore that.

[rubinaito]

"Rather pleasant in comparison, I would assume." Neverwing replied with a quiet laugh, continuing to run his tongue and occasionally work his claws into Blackstorm's fur, taking out leaves and undoing the occasional tangle. "Since I was on patrol duty today, instead of hunting, things were rather easy. I'm hoping Snowstar will grant me permission to mentor an apprentice soon, though." He admitted, nuzzling Blackstorm back. Around Blackstorm, Neverwing couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy. He could forget about all of his past murders, and focus on a hopefully brighter future. He could ignore his Syndicate heritage, and create a new life in ThunderClan alongside his mate.
Anxiety tickled the back of his mind as he subconsciously tried to figure out how he'd tell Blackstorm about his crimes... even the more recent one which didn't help the tension between the clans. Wincing as he thought of the dead WindClan cat plunging into the water, he shook it off. He could worry about it later. Luckily, Neverwing was the master of concealing his emotions, and the only sign that he was worried was the slight flicking of his tail. However, his tail seemed to have a mind of it's own sometimes, so it wouldn't be too hard to convince Blackstorm that everything was fine. Smiling slightly, the drowsy tom finished grooming his mate, curling up beside him in comfort.
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I was considering creating a couple of kits for Blackstorm and Neverwing to find and raise. What do you think, Random Melody ?

[wickedvirtues]

The other kits call me 'bossy'. I tell the younger ones to listen to me because i'm older, but I just want to make sure they're safe when we play!"

When Leafpaw heard her say that, he nodded. She did seem like a kind of bossy kit. He wasn't saying it was bad to be bossy though. She seemed like a really sweet kit. It also seemed like she loved to play. As a kit, Leafpaw had too. He loved to play a lot back then. That didn't mean he didn't like to play anymore, of course he still did, but he was an apprentice now.

"Will you play with me? You can be in charge!"

Leafpaw nodded when he heard that. "How about we play it where no cat is in charge?" he asked, hoping that would be fair. He was an apprentice, he shouldn't be playing, but he could help it, Lynxkit was so cute. Just the way she admitted she was bossy, and even before that was so cute! Leafpaw couldn't ignore that.


Lynxkit grinned at his statement, nodding quickly. "Sure!" She grinned,
surprised an apprentice would want to play with her for once. Lynxkit knew in 3 moons she would probably be too busy to play games, and she didn't like the thought. Shivering, she stood. "So what should we play?" She asked, she really didn't have a favorite or preference. She glanced around for any inspiration for a game.

[meraki]

The multicolored tom sat in the clearing, his mixed brown and white tail swishing back and forth across the ground. With a thick pelt like his, the warmer moons were hard on him. He hoped Lightningstrike was doing okay... with her dark pelt, the warmer seasons were rough on her as well. At least it was thin. Caribouheart missed leaf-bare, despite the shortage of prey and the bitter cold, for him... it was perfect. Or even early new-leaf was alright, but green-leaf... no, that was a difficult time of year for him. The tom glanced around for his friend, tail continuing to swish across the ground. It was so hot, even the shade didn't make much of a difference... but Caribouheart was sitting there anyways. Had it been early morning, perhaps it would have been more tolerable for him.
But being the time of day that it was, and the type of weather, he was having a rough day all in all. Even his usual good mood seemed to be dwindling. He was almost - not quite, but almost beginning to be put in a more negative state of mind. Had his friend been there, he might not even have had the energy to greet her with his usual cheerful 'hey!' Though he was sure she would miss it. He would hope so. Lightningstrike might be an important cat to him, but all bets were off in green-leaf.
The weather was simply too much for the tom a good deal of the time. It was times like these he wished he were a RiverClan cat, free to go swimming and be able to cool off easier. He bet all the little RiverClanners were having a great time. And he hoped that WindClan was having an even rougher time of it, what with their open moors. Caribouheart would probably die of heatstroke out there, which was just another reason that he hated WindClan. Hate might be a strong word, and one that didn't enter the tom's mind often, but at the moment? It seemed like the most appropriate word of all. He despised the warmer moons, almost as much as he did WindClan... but what did his opinion matter?

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All Lightningstrike could think about was the heat. Hot. Boiling. Sweltering. Scorching. She could go on and on about the weather, and how horrendous it was, what with her jet black fur and all. It seemed like Lightningstrike could do nothing to escape the penetrating heat of midday July. Her pelt caught the sun's horrible rays, and heated up quickly, and wouldn't grow cool. Not even in the shade. While her fur was not very thick like some cats, namely Caribouheart, it did heat up quite fast.
At the thought of her good friend, Lightningstrike peeked up her ears and flicked her yellow amber eyes across the clearing, witching for her friend's multicoloured pelt. Poor Caribou, she thought. The heat must be killing him to, with his thick fur and all. The black she-cat frowned as she glared at her dark pelt, wishing the genetic outcome of her fur could have been different. Lightningstrike got to her paws and padded over to her friend, walking slowly as the beading sun bore down on her.
"Lovely green-leaf day, huh?" She meowed sarcastically, sitting down near him in the shade. "All that fur must be horrid during these moons, huh? Perhaps we should sleep in the day and wake in the night, like owls." Lightningstrike's gaze drifted to the camp, expecting to fall upon playful kits, but instead falling upon cats complaining to eachother as they sat in the shaded parts of the camp. If she'd heard Caribouheart's thoughts on how lucky the RiverClanners were, she wouldn't have been able to agree more. They were likely out in the chilly, refreshing river that flowed by their camp, swimming away to their hearts content. Lightningstrike could almost imagine how nice it would feel, but was then reminded by the slight fact that she for one did not like the water, and also couldn't swim. She frowned, her brow furrowed as she thought enviously of the water-loving cats, before turning her attention back to her unusually grumpy friend-though she couldn't blame him.

[lone]

All Lightningstrike could think about was the heat. Hot. Boiling. Sweltering. Scorching. She could go on and on about the weather, and how horrendous it was, what with her jet black fur and all. It seemed like Lightningstrike could do nothing to escape the penetrating heat of midday July. Her pelt caught the sun's horrible rays, and heated up quickly, and wouldn't grow cool. Not even in the shade. While her fur was not very thick like some cats, namely Caribouheart, it did heat up quite fast.

At the thought of her good friend, Lightningstrike peeked up her ears and flicked her yellow amber eyes across the clearing, witching for her friend's multicoloured pelt. Poor Caribou, she thought. The heat must be killing him to, with his thick fur and all. The black she-cat frowned as she glared at her dark pelt, wishing the genetic outcome of her fur could have been different. Lightningstrike got to her paws and padded over to her friend, walking slowly as the beading sun bore down on her.

"Lovely green-leaf day, huh?" She meowed sarcastically, sitting down near him in the shade. "All that fur must be horrid during these moons, huh? Perhaps we should sleep in the day and wake in the night, like owls." Lightningstrike's gaze drifted to the camp, expecting to fall upon playful kits, but instead falling upon cats complaining to eachother as they sat in the shaded parts of the camp. If she'd heard Caribouheart's thoughts on how lucky the RiverClanners were, she wouldn't have been able to agree more. They were likely out in the chilly, refreshing river that flowed by their camp, swimming away to their hearts content. Lightningstrike could almost imagine how nice it would feel, but was then reminded by the slight fact that she for one did not like the water, and also couldn't swim. She frowned, her brow furrowed as she thought enviously of the water-loving cats, before turning her attention back to her unusually grumpy friend-though she couldn't blame him.
The usually excited tom turned around and glanced at his friend with a snort, his hues gleaming in an amused manner. "Yeah, I really wish I had gotten a better coloring or maybe a thinner pelt - what do you think? Think I'd look good with a nice thin, white pelt?" Caribouheart asked with a short laugh. Truth be told, he would have preferred to be all brown coloring-wise... it looked a little strange, the white mixed with the brown. At least I'm not blue. Or pink. Or yellow. The tom thought with a slight laugh. There was his old sense of humor, coming back once more for Lightningstrike. Somehow everything was always better when she was around. Thinking back on her comment about owls, the tom laughed and his hues lit up with a smile.
　
It was funny when they got like that, all bright and happy. As though nothing in the world mattered other then watching his friend, or whoever else he was talking to. Caribouheart had never really had a crush on anyone before, and Lightningstrike was probably the closest thing he had to a real one. Yes - he found her pretty, and smart, and he was glad that he had made some sort of impact in her life.
　
"If we were owls, we could fly away from here... get out... see the world..." His voice trailed off and he sighed. The tom was not a traveler. He had never been one and most likely never would be, but the thought of seeing the world right now appealed to him. In this moment more then anything. Things were changing, and Caribouheart hated change. It was always hard, and even though some of it could be good... he had just never been a fan. Even having Snowstar become leader, and Fennelnose deputy had taken some time for him to get used to. Because it was confusing.

[Cosmo]

Lynxkit grinned at his statement, nodding quickly. "Sure!" She grinned,
surprised an apprentice would want to play with her for once. Lynxkit knew in 3 moons she would probably be too busy to play games, and she didn't like the thought. Shivering, she stood. "So what should we play?" She asked, she really didn't have a favorite or preference. She glanced around for any inspiration for a game.


Leafpaw shrugged. "I'm not up on these things, you can choose." he urged. It was true, Leafpaw actually didn't know what game they should play. He had been an apprentice for a moon now, and he had forgotten the games he used to play as a kit. That was strange. Leafpaw loved to play. Anyway, he wouldn't mind if she choose the game.

[wickedvirtues]

Leafpaw shrugged. "I'm not up on these things, you can choose." he urged. It was true, Leafpaw actually didn't know what game they should play. He had been an apprentice for a moon now, and he had forgotten the games he used to play as a kit. That was strange. Leafpaw loved to play. Anyway, he wouldn't mind if she choose the game.

"How about... battle? We can either do it with balls of moss or each other, but you'd have to go soft on me." She laughed, her eyes glittering as she looked at the apprentice. "We could pretend we're fighting ShadowClan or something!" She chirped, her whiskers twitching as her paws moved her in a small circle and she grinned. She'd never played with an apprentice like Leafpaw before, and she quite enjoyed it.

[Cosmo]

"How about... battle? We can either do it with balls of moss or each other, but you'd have to go soft on me." She laughed, her eyes glittering as she looked at the apprentice. "We could pretend we're fighting ShadowClan or something!"


Leafpaw nodded. "Moss balls work." he answered, his eyes sparkling. It had only been a moon since he had played, but it seemed like fifty! This was going to be so fun! He couldn't wait to play with her! For some reason he felt even better since she was playing with him He didn't know why, she was only a kit who was three years younger than him. He just felt better because it was her.

[wickedvirtues]

Leafpaw nodded. "Moss balls work." he answered, his eyes sparkling. It had only been a moon since he had played, but it seemed like fifty! This was going to be so fun! He couldn't wait to play with her! For some reason he felt even better since she was playing with him He didn't know why, she was only a kit who was three years younger than him. He just felt better because it was her.

Lynxkit nodded, then scraped a few piles of moss together, forming spheres. She then leapt back to Leafpaw's side, containing a giggle as she gasped. "Oh no! ShadowClan is attacking!" She wailed over-dramatically, pouncing onto one of the moss balls and beginning to attack. Her tiny claws shredded the moss as she giggled and shook it out of her pelt.

[Cosmo]

Lynxkit nodded, then scraped a few piles of moss together, forming spheres. She then leapt back to Leafpaw's side, containing a giggle as she gasped. "Oh no! ShadowClan is attacking!" She wailed over-dramatically, pouncing onto one of the moss balls and beginning to attack. Her tiny claws shredded the moss as she giggled and shook it out of her pelt.


Leafpaw unseated his claws, he raised a paw, and cut a moss ball in half. As soon as he cut it, he began to feel great, he smashed another part of it. Then he raked his claws down it, shredding it up. He did realize that a lot of warriors could probably see him, but he did not care. It was so much fun! H hadn't had so much fun in a moon! It felt like he was a kit again!

[wickedvirtues]

Leafpaw unseated his claws, he raised a paw, and cut a moss ball in half. As soon as he cut it, he began to feel great, he smashed another part of it. Then he raked his claws down it, shredding it up. He did realize that a lot of warriors could probably see him, but he did not care. It was so much fun! H hadn't had so much fun in a moon! It felt like he was a kit again!

Lynxkit giggled at the amount of fun Leafpaw seemed to be having, pouncing onto another clump of moss and shredding part of it. The game was fun to practice, to some kits, becoming a leader or deputy some day. Honestly, Lynxkit just wanted to be remembered as a great warrior who served her Clan well. Leader didn't sound too appealing, with all the duties and the fighting and the other stuff. She was content with warrior.

[Cosmo]

Lynxkit giggled at the amount of fun Leafpaw seemed to be having, pouncing onto another clump of moss and shredding part of it. The game was fun to practice, to some kits, becoming a leader or deputy some day. Honestly, Lynxkit just wanted to be remembered as a great warrior who served her Clan well. Leader didn't sound too appealing, with all the duties and the fighting and the other stuff. She was content with warrior.


Leafpaw raised his paw, smashing another ball of moss. He leapt onto it. Leafpaw narrowed his eyes, batted it over and over again. He straighten up, and then raised his paw again. He slammed down his paw, squashing it flat, but he didn't stop playing. He rolled over it over and over again, getting moss stuck in his fur. Suddenly his gaze caught on Lynxkit, and he rembered he was an apprentice. He straightened up, looking away from her he began to groom his pelt, getting the moss out.