ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[wickedvirtues]

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.

Lynxpaw sighed at his embarrassment, smashing the last ball of moss and walking over. She flicked some moss from her pelt, leafing it fluffy and her small tail twitched slightly. She smiled. "That was fun!" She trilled, hoping that her enthusiasm would make him feel better.

[Cosmo]

Lynxpaw sighed at his embarrassment, smashing the last ball of moss and walking over. She flicked some moss from her pelt, leafing it fluffy and her small tail twitched slightly. She smiled. "That was fun!" She trilled, hoping that her enthusiasm would make him feel better.


(Lynxkit)

Leafpaw looked down at her. He forced a smile.
"Yes, yes it was." Leafpaw responded, attempting to purr. The truth was he was to embarrassed to purr or smile. For some reason he was more embarrassed in front of Lynxkit then he did in front of other cats. He admired her enthusiasm, she seemed so happy and go-lucky. It made him feel a little bit better. Not much, but better.

[wickedvirtues]

(Lynxkit)

Leafpaw looked down at her. He forced a smile.
"Yes, yes it was." Leafpaw responded, attempting to purr. The truth was he was to embarrassed to purr or smile. For some reason he was more embarrassed in front of Lynxkit then he did in front of other cats. He admired her enthusiasm, she seemed so happy and go-lucky. It made him feel a little bit better. Not much, but better.

(Oops. This is what happens when i'm tired and post XD)

She sat next to him, enjoying the tiny purr he made. Normally it wouldn't make her this happy, but something about Leafpaw made Lynxkit want to hear him purr and see him smile. It was odd to the kit, but hey, maybe they were just really great friends really quickly. Being naive, Lynxkit thought this as the truth as she picked the last of the moss from her fur.

[seasalt]

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.
alphypoin
Leafwatcher stared at his father with clear concern in his optics. A lot of concern, probably too much in fact. As much as he loved his dad, he really did, his health was decreasing, quite a lot, and he wanted the best for his father, who had in fact raised him alone after his mother died. He had a debt to pay, and perhaps, taking care of his father in turn would help him. Or a debt Leafwatcher he thought he had to pay. He stared at his father, his concern still shining in his leaf green eyes. And that help was to make sure he didn't hurt himself or get sick, or... dying. "To be completely honest," The tom started, tail lashing as he studied his father's movements. He had the slight urge to pace. "I've noticed your health, decreasing, and-- I've been worried." His ears flicked as he spoke, his tone was thick, and he was honest as could be. The more his father spoke, the more worried he got. "A lot, and-- becoming an elder is the best thing to keep that worry away, because I don't want you--" His ears flattened, lowering his head a bit. He didn't want to say it. Besides, Shredfern would get what he was trying to say, even if it was a bit vague. And, probably quite obvious. He was scared for his father to die, he didn't want him to die on him. Never. The heartbreak. Would probably be too much for him. He'd already lost his mother, he can't lose his father.

[Cosmo]

(Oops. This is what happens when i'm tired and post XD)

She sat next to him, enjoying the tiny purr he made. Normally it wouldn't make her this happy, but something about Leafpaw made Lynxkit want to hear him purr and see him smile. It was odd to the kit, but hey, maybe they were just really great friends really quickly. Being naive, Lynxkit thought this as the truth as she picked the last of the moss from her fur.


Leafpaw shuffled his paws. Long awkward silence... Leafpaw hated them! He wished that one of them could think of something to say. The only thing he could hear was his purr, and what you normally hear in ThunderClan camp. Maybe he should say something? No, he was too embarrassed.
Maybe he should tell her he need to train? No, that was a lie, and rude. There was nothing he knew he could do to break the long awkward silence.

[wickedvirtues]

Leafpaw shuffled his paws. Long awkward silence... Leafpaw hated them! He wished that one of them could think of something to say. The only thing he could hear was his purr, and what you normally hear in ThunderClan camp. Maybe he should say something? No, he was too embarrassed.
Maybe he should tell her he need to train? No, that was a lie, and rude. There was nothing he knew he could do to break the long awkward silence.

Lynxkit hated the silence, silence felt icky and awkward to the small kit. "So, are you excited to be a warrior? I want to be one of the best in the Clan!" She squeaked, repeating a bit of information. "I'm gonna fight anyone who challenges ThunderClan and make them see we're the best Clan ever!" She chirped.

[Cosmo]

Lynxkit hated the silence, silence felt icky and awkward to the small kit. "So, are you excited to be a warrior? I want to be one of the best in the Clan!" She squeaked, repeating a bit of information. "I'm gonna fight anyone who challenges ThunderClan and make them see we're the best Clan ever!" She chirped.


Leafpaw was glad that she broke the silence. "I'm sure you will be a great warrior."he purred, he was surprised that unlike the other kits she didn't want to be leader or deputy. Most kits wanted to be leader, deputy, or medicine cat. Leafpaw had always just wanted to be the best warrior he could be. He was glad that someone else wanted to be just the best warrior they could be. It made him feel happy. Even happier because she was that one.

[Charmer]

Fern

Cherrypaw padded out of the apprentices den intending to grab something from the freshkill pile, but saw with disappointment that it was low. Her stomach rumbled, but she easily shrugged off the idea of taking a piece, since the warrior code was quite clear about elders and kits eating first. Cherrypaw thought excitedly about going hunting, but had had little training in hunting just yet and Tigerdawn was no where to be seen, probably on patrol. Suddenly, Cherrypaw noticed Ravenwind in the clearing. Perfect! Cherypaw thought, Ravenwind is a warrior, so with her help, we're bound to find more, and she can give me some hunting tips. I'm sure Tigerdawn won't mind. "Ravenwind!" she meowed, "can I take you up on that hunting patrol?"

[ShiningFern]

Fern

Cherrypaw padded out of the apprentices den intending to grab something from the freshkill pile, but saw with disappointment that it was low. Her stomach rumbled, but she easily shrugged off the idea of taking a piece, since the warrior code was quite clear about elders and kits eating first. Cherrypaw thought excitedly about going hunting, but had had little training in hunting just yet and Tigerdawn was no where to be seen, probably on patrol. Suddenly, Cherrypaw noticed Ravenwind in the clearing. Perfect! Cherypaw thought, Ravenwind is a warrior, so with her help, we're bound to find more, and she can give me some hunting tips. I'm sure Tigerdawn won't mind. "Ravenwind!" she meowed, "can I take you up on that hunting patrol?"

Ravenwind pricked her ears hearing her name and a question directed to her. Turning to the sound, she saw Cherrypaw. "Hello, Cherrypaw!" She mewed, smiling, "Sure, I would love to go hunting." She stood up, shaking out her black fur. I am hungry, and I bet she is too. I just hope her mentor won't mind. It will be fine, I mean I can take apprentices out for patrols now. Ravenwind thought. She bounded over to the apprentice, tail swishing lightly behind her. The young warrior said, "Anywhere in mind to hunt?"

[Charmer]

Ravenwind pricked her ears hearing her name and a question directed to her. Turning to the sound, she saw Cherrypaw. "Hello, Cherrypaw!" She mewed, smiling, "Sure, I would love to go hunting." She stood up, shaking out her black fur. I am hungry, and I bet she is too. I just hope her mentor won't mind. It will be fine, I mean I can take apprentices out for patrols now. Ravenwind thought. She bounded over to the apprentice, tail swishing lightly behind her. The young warrior said, "Anywhere in mind to hunt?"

Cherrypaw swished her tail happily as Ravenwind padded toward her. "Oh," she replied, "I actually don't know the territory all that well yet," she admitted. Tigerdawn has shown my the borders, and we've done some battle training, but we haven't really gone over good hunting spots yet." She looked at the young warrior, hoping she'd be able to suggest a spot.

[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.

Random Melody
"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.
Random Melody
I was considering creating a couple of kits for Blackstorm and Neverwing to find and raise. What do you think, Random Melody ?
Bump- Random Melody

[wickedvirtues]

Leafpaw was glad that she broke the silence. "I'm sure you will be a great warrior."he purred, he was surprised that unlike the other kits she didn't want to be leader or deputy. Most kits wanted to be leader, deputy, or medicine cat. Leafpaw had always just wanted to be the best warrior he could be. He was glad that someone else wanted to be just the best warrior they could be. It made him feel happy. Even happier because she was that one.

"Thanks!" She purred, eyes glittering. Lynxkit knew she was one of the only kits who didn't want to be leader or even deputy, and medicine cat wasn't appealing to her. Healing with blood and bone showing seemed disgusting. She grinned at Leafpaw, her whiskers twitching with amusement.

[Cosmo]

"Thanks!" She purred, eyes glittering. Lynxkit knew she was one of the only kits who didn't want to be leader or even deputy, and medicine cat wasn't appealing to her. Healing with blood and bone showing seemed disgusting. She grinned at Leafpaw, her whiskers twitching with amusement.


Leafpaw smiled back at her. He liked this kit a lot already. She seemed so sweet. Even though she said she was bossy, Leafpaw thought she was one of the nicest kits he had ever met. She seemed intent on being a warrior, not striving to be leader, or impress Snowstar. Leafpaw liked that.

[wickedvirtues]

Leafpaw smiled back at her. He liked this kit a lot already. She seemed so sweet. Even though she said she was bossy, Leafpaw thought she was one of the nicest kits he had ever met. She seemed intent on being a warrior, not striving to be leader, or impress Snowstar. Leafpaw liked that.

She grinned. Most apprentices - she remembered - had been ambitious and desperate to be a deputy or warrior. Leafpaw just wanted to be a great warrior, which she thought was noble enough. Leader seemed stressful, and if she was deputy and the leader died she'd become the leader, with all the duties and stresses.

[graves]

"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.[/CENTER]

Littlefoot loved birds. He loved them so much he often would try to avoid hunting birds at times because of this. He gave a nod, glancing back at the shecat,"Mhm, the one up there is a Cardinal," his eyes went up to a nearby branch that lingered over the camp in which it provided them shade. The bird of course was the common red and black. Littlefoot found it stunning how the sun caught the red feathers and made it look silky to the touch. He looked back towards Stormwing with a smile. Normally cats wouldve seen the stuttering as annoying or weird, but Littlefoot only thought the opposite. Finding it a bit cute, and all he wanted to do was reassure the molly. He didnt though, he knew if he did it would only make her nervous and might overwhelm the warrior. So hed just continue talking about bird that he also thought were cute.

[Cosmo]

She grinned. Most apprentices - she remembered - had been ambitious and desperate to be a deputy or warrior. Leafpaw just wanted to be a great warrior, which she thought was noble enough. Leader seemed stressful, and if she was deputy and the leader died she'd become the leader, with all the duties and stresses.


Leafpaw smiled down at the kit. He didn't know what to say just yet, she wasn't saying anything. He didn't know what to say. it was confusing. "Maybe I should go now." he suggested, not knowing if the kit would think he was being rude. He didn't mean to be rude if he was, he just thought he might need to go. To train or something like that. You know, apprentices can't spend all day with kits. However much they want to. Leafpaw smiled at her to make sure she knew he wasn't trying to be rude.

[lone]

Littlefoot loved birds. He loved them so much he often would try to avoid hunting birds at times because of this. He gave a nod, glancing back at the shecat,"Mhm, the one up there is a Cardinal," his eyes went up to a nearby branch that lingered over the camp in which it provided them shade. The bird of course was the common red and black. Littlefoot found it stunning how the sun caught the red feathers and made it look silky to the touch. He looked back towards Stormwing with a smile. Normally cats wouldve seen the stuttering as annoying or weird, but Littlefoot only thought the opposite. Finding it a bit cute, and all he wanted to do was reassure the molly. He didnt though, he knew if he did it would only make her nervous and might overwhelm the warrior. So hed just continue talking about bird that he also thought were cute.

"Is that, um... y-your favorite type of... of bird?" Stormwing asked, glancing up at the red and black animal in the trees. It was a pretty one, for sure. She had seen cardinals before, and sparrows... and others that she wasn't quite sure whether she could identify or not. Maybe he would know. "So, um, uh... what kinds of... of, um... birds have you, uh... s-seen so far?" She asked, her hues gazing curiously at the tom. Maybe he wasn't going to up and leave. At least, that was what she could hope. Everyone else had, but there was always that glimmer of hope that this time would be different. Stormwing shifted her weight into a more comfortable position... almost relaxed. It was going to take a little time, but she would get there, and when she did... she would be more friendly towards him. Right now was the always-important trust building stage, and if all went well? She would find herself with a new friend.

[Foggy22]

(First time posting on this. Can I be someone's foster-sibling? I don't know anyone here.)

[Foggy22]

(Could I become someone's foster daughter/sibling? This is the first/second time I'm on this website.)

[meraki]

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.


A laugh escaped the tired and overheating Lightningstrike's maw at Caribouheart's white-pelt comment. "Frankly I think you might look a little silly, and if you think about it, the winters would be just horrid. If anything, I'd want a medium length light brown tabby pelt. That would be beneficial during all seasons, would it not?" She laughed a bit as she sat down. When she saw Caribouheart laugh a bit, Lightningstrike smiled to herself, glad she'd helped his humour return. "Although I think I'd look a little odd with a tabby pelt," she chuckled. What she didn't notice is that her humour had returned in just the same way his had come back-just through the others' presence.

She'd always felt something deeply for Caribouheart-something more than a simple friendship, though she couldn't tell if whether or not it was a crush. Though unlike him, Lightningstrike did have a crush on a cat once, many moons ago. When she was a young apprentice, she'd sneak out of the camp at night to meet a WindClan tom named Redpaw. She'd met him at a gathering, and Lightningstrike felt some attraction for him that she'd never felt before, and assumed it was love. They met every night in the tunnels for several moons, just to chat and catch up. But eventually Redpaw stopped coming to the tunnels, and Lightningstrike, then Lightningpaw, would wait for hours upon hours, for several days before she realised he wasn't coming back. Lightningstrike hadn't ever known why he didn't come back- perhaps he'd grown too busy, became a warrior and had an apprentice, was caught sneaking out, or fell in love with another among his clan. She'd never become sure, but she had a feeling she didn't want to know. Though many moons passed and now Lightningstrike was completely over the mysterious WindClanner by the name of Redpaw. It was a childish crush and it was mousebrained of her to sneak out of camp at night.

Lightningstrike escaped her thoughts of the past and looked at Caribouheart, and nodded in agreement. "I wonder what's beyond the clans, as well as the old territories. The ancient cats would explore all over, saw more things than we can fathom. I wish we could have lived back then. We could see more things and do more with our lives besides follow the consistent routine that everyone follows and few think past." She meowed with a sigh. "Someday we can explore. We can find the old territories and new places. Perhaps even more clans! We can come back and tell stories to everyone, who can tell those stories to their kits, who will tell their kits!"

[graves]

"Is that, um... y-your favorite type of... of bird?" Stormwing asked, glancing up at the red and black animal in the trees. It was a pretty one, for sure. She had seen cardinals before, and sparrows... and others that she wasn't quite sure whether she could identify or not. Maybe he would know. "So, um, uh... what kinds of... of, um... birds have you, uh... s-seen so far?" She asked, her hues gazing curiously at the tom. Maybe he wasn't going to up and leave. At least, that was what she could hope. Everyone else had, but there was always that glimmer of hope that this time would be different. Stormwing shifted her weight into a more comfortable position... almost relaxed. It was going to take a little time, but she would get there, and when she did... she would be more friendly towards him. Right now was the always-important trust building stage, and if all went well? She would find herself with a new friend.[/CENTER]
"No but they come in as my second favorite," he replied, "One of my favorite birds are pigeons. I used to see them all the time before I lived in the clans." Littlefoot didnt mention often that he wasnt clan born, it wasnt a subject he was proud of at times. When living in the city, hed see pigeons all of the time. Wandering the streets, taking two legs food right out of thier hands with no fear. "Theyre the same color of grey at your fur, and a bit chubby. You dont see them often in the forest." he loved how chubby they were and walked without shame, having no fear of anything. He wished he could be like that at times, wishing he was more social and could speak up at times. In the meantime, hed admire the birds from afar for now. "Ive seen alot of birds, its hard to name them all but, some are as big as a cat!" mentioned eagals and owls of course. Though he did notice the small change in position of the molly. She was growing more and more comfortable around him and he could only smile at the sight.

[wickedvirtues]

Leafpaw smiled down at the kit. He didn't know what to say just yet, she wasn't saying anything. He didn't know what to say. it was confusing. "Maybe I should go now." he suggested, not knowing if the kit would think he was being rude. He didn't mean to be rude if he was, he just thought he might need to go. To train or something like that. You know, apprentices can't spend all day with kits. However much they want to. Leafpaw smiled at her to make sure she knew he wasn't trying to be rude.

"Okay! It was nice to meet you" Lynxkit purred, knowing he didn't want to seem rude. The kit knew apprentices had duties while kits had none. She sent a smile to let him know she wasn't mad. "Apprentice stuff and all" she mewed.

[Cosmo]

"Okay! It was nice to meet you" Lynxkit purred, knowing he didn't want to seem rude. The kit knew apprentices had duties while kits had none. She sent a smile to let him know she wasn't mad. "Apprentice stuff and all" she mewed.


Leafpaw purred back. "Thanks for understanding." he purred, turning to pad away. He dipped his head to the kit, smiling happily. Then he padded away. What a nice kit! She was so sweet and funny. Lynxkit said she was bossy, but she was the sweetest kit he had ever met, Leafpaw thought she was amazing! She hadn't teased him when he had acted like a kit, she had been really nice. Leafpaw liked that.

[lone]

"No but they come in as my second favorite," he replied, "One of my favorite birds are pigeons. I used to see them all the time before I lived in the clans." Littlefoot didnt mention often that he wasnt clan born, it wasnt a subject he was proud of at times. When living in the city, hed see pigeons all of the time. Wandering the streets, taking two legs food right out of thier hands with no fear. "Theyre the same color of grey at your fur, and a bit chubby. You dont see them often in the forest." he loved how chubby they were and walked without shame, having no fear of anything. He wished he could be like that at times, wishing he was more social and could speak up at times. In the meantime, hed admire the birds from afar for now. "Ive seen alot of birds, its hard to name them all but, some are as big as a cat!" mentioned eagals and owls of course. Though he did notice the small change in position of the molly. She was growing more and more comfortable around him and he could only smile at the sight.

Pigeons? Stormwing had never seen a pigeon before, but the way he described them, they sounded interesting. Funny. The type of bird she would like to see. "Have you, um... seen a p-pigeon since you've... err... lived here?" She wasn't quite sure how to bring up the subject. I used to see them all the time before I lived in the Clans. That was an odd comment to make, and Stormwing was surprised - unless they were proud of their heritage, most non-Clanborn cats wouldn't bring it up. She had met a few who were quite pushy about it, making a point that they had been loners or kittypets or part of a rogue group. Hearing his remark on some birds being as big as a cat, Stormwing's hues widened with surprise. "Really? What type of birds? Like, hawks? I've seen a hawk before, when I was younger..." In her excitement, her nervous state had been forgotten and she seemed to perk up before her voice trailed off and ears flattened. "S-sorry." Once more Stormwing's voice lowered, to an almost-whisper this time.


A laugh escaped the tired and overheating Lightningstrike's maw at Caribouheart's white-pelt comment. "Frankly I think you might look a little silly, and if you think about it, the winters would be just horrid. If anything, I'd want a medium length light brown tabby pelt. That would be beneficial during all seasons, would it not?" She laughed a bit as she sat down. When she saw Caribouheart laugh a bit, Lightningstrike smiled to herself, glad she'd helped his humour return. "Although I think I'd look a little odd with a tabby pelt," she chuckled. What she didn't notice is that her humour had returned in just the same way his had come back-just through the others' presence.


She'd always felt something deeply for Caribouheart-something more than a simple friendship, though she couldn't tell if whether or not it was a crush. Though unlike him, Lightningstrike did have a crush on a cat once, many moons ago. When she was a young apprentice, she'd sneak out of the camp at night to meet a WindClan tom named Redpaw. She'd met him at a gathering, and Lightningstrike felt some attraction for him that she'd never felt before, and assumed it was love. They met every night in the tunnels for several moons, just to chat and catch up. But eventually Redpaw stopped coming to the tunnels, and Lightningstrike, then Lightningpaw, would wait for hours upon hours, for several days before she realised he wasn't coming back. Lightningstrike hadn't ever known why he didn't come back- perhaps he'd grown too busy, became a warrior and had an apprentice, was caught sneaking out, or fell in love with another among his clan. She'd never become sure, but she had a feeling she didn't want to know. Though many moons passed and now Lightningstrike was completely over the mysterious WindClanner by the name of Redpaw. It was a childish crush and it was mousebrained of her to sneak out of camp at night.


Lightningstrike escaped her thoughts of the past and looked at Caribouheart, and nodded in agreement. "I wonder what's beyond the clans, as well as the old territories. The ancient cats would explore all over, saw more things than we can fathom. I wish we could have lived back then. We could see more things and do more with our lives besides follow the consistent routine that everyone follows and few think past." She meowed with a sigh. "Someday we can explore. We can find the old territories and new places. Perhaps even more clans! We can come back and tell stories to everyone, who can tell those stories to their kits, who will tell their kits!"
The thought of exploring with Lightningstrike sent a type of thrill through the tom. That would be exciting - but could they get away with it? Now that was the real question here. If that was something that the two of them could get away with, Caribouheart would be pleased. He wasn't sure about leaving the Clan, mainly because he wasn't sure if they would be able to come back. Maybe Snowstar would understand. She would get that they wanted to explore, and see something more then the same territory all their lives... it wasn't like Caribouheart to be discontent and he wondered where the sudden urge to travel had come from. Maybe it had been from learning about SkyClan.
　
They had come a long, long ways... and they had fought battles to liberate the other Clans. Would Caribouheart ever be able to do something like that? Would he want to do something like that? Fighting was not the type of thing that he was really 'into' at the moment... and he never had been. During the battles, the tom had only gotten involved because it was for a good cause. For his Clan. Had it been his choice, he would have backed out of the fighting completely and gone somewhere else. Perhaps that was the time that would have been perfect to leave the Clan. Right then.
　
But, who knew? Perhaps the fighting help of an extra warrior had made a difference in the end. Caribouheart would never know who he had made a difference to. Whose lives he might have saved. Because he had been there, perhaps the battle had gone a whole different way... there was no way of telling, of course. "Yeah. And we'll be famous in our Clan's history - cats will be telling stories about us for generations, like you said." He purred, giving her a light nudge. It would be funny if that happened. Because the tom had never really thought of himself as being 'famous.' Moments passed before he sighed and put his head on his paws. "Where do you see yourself in a few moons, Lightningstrike?" He asked after a moment. For him, he could see himself training an apprentice. The dark feline beside him would still be his best friend... perhaps he would have a mate.
　
Maybe he would even have kits, although that was highly unlikely in the course of a few moons. Now, his mate may be pregnant with kits. Though Caribouheart didn't really see himself having a family like that. Maybe it was the fact that he had never really been in love. Except with... possibly Lightningstrike. Or was he crushing on her? If only feelings were simple to figure out. If only everything was easy. If only he could just... ask her what he was feeling. If only she knew.

[wickedvirtues]

Leafpaw purred back. "Thanks for understanding." he purred, turning to pad away. He dipped his head to the kit, smiling happily. Then he padded away. What a nice kit! She was so sweet and funny. Lynxkit said she was bossy, but she was the sweetest kit he had ever met, Leafpaw thought she was amazing! She hadn't teased him when he had acted like a kit, she had been really nice. Leafpaw liked that.

Lynxkit nodded, standing and bouncing towards the nursery to see if there was anything else to do. It was fun while it lasted, but Leafpaw had other things to do.

[Charmer]

Hollydawn235

Cherrypaw stuck her head in the nursery. She spotted one of the nests and padded over to remove the old bedding. The nursery was very still as the queen and kits rested, safe from the sunhigh heat. As she was gathering the bedding into a ball, she noticed Cherrykit looking up at her, her jaws stretched in a wide yawn. Cherrypaw twitched her tail as she purred. She liked that the kit shared her name, even though she knew it would cause no end of confusion one Cherrykit became an apprentice as well. Unless of course Cherrypaw was a warrior by then. "Hey there, Cherrykit," meowed herrypaw, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb the kit's denmates.

[Nico, nico, Ni!]

(Could I become someone's foster daughter/sibling? This is the first/second time I'm on this website.)


sure. i have character who is a permanent nursery queen.)

[Foggy22]

(What is she called? Also, do they have any kits?)

[ShiningFern]

Cherrypaw swished her tail happily as Ravenwind padded toward her. "Oh," she replied, "I actually don't know the territory all that well yet," she admitted. Tigerdawn has shown my the borders, and we've done some battle training, but we haven't really gone over good hunting spots yet." She looked at the young warrior, hoping she'd be able to suggest a spot.

(Sorry about not replying, I got sick)

"It's okay, I know a great spot." Ravenwind said, smiling at the apprentice. "There is a small clearing by some oaks that normally has prey around." The jet black warrior looked at Cherrypaw, waiting for the younger cat's response before they left.

[Charmer]

(Sorry about not replying, I got sick)

"It's okay, I know a great spot." Ravenwind said, smiling at the apprentice. "There is a small clearing by some oaks that normally has prey around." The jet black warrior looked at Cherrypaw, waiting for the younger cat's response before they left.

"That sounds great!" Cherrypaw meowed excitedly. "Let's head out and catch something. I'm hungry enough to eat a fox." Cherrypaw began a cheerful trot toward the clearing entrance with Ravenwind close by.

Shall we continue in TC territory?

[ShiningFern]

"That sounds great!" Cherrypaw meowed excitedly. "Let's head out and catch something. I'm hungry enough to eat a fox." Cherrypaw began a cheerful trot toward the clearing entrance with Ravenwind close by.

Shall we continue in TC territory?


Ravenwind smiled, laughing slightly, "I don't think I would ever eat a fox, but I am hungry." She padded out of the entrance to the camp and into the forest.

(Yes.)

[Seraphon]

Hollydawn235

Cherrypaw stuck her head in the nursery. She spotted one of the nests and padded over to remove the old bedding. The nursery was very still as the queen and kits rested, safe from the sunhigh heat. As she was gathering the bedding into a ball, she noticed Cherrykit looking up at her, her jaws stretched in a wide yawn. Cherrypaw twitched her tail as she purred. She liked that the kit shared her name, even though she knew it would cause no end of confusion one Cherrykit became an apprentice as well. Unless of course Cherrypaw was a warrior by then. "Hey there, Cherrykit," meowed herrypaw, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb the kit's denmates.
"Hi, Cherrypaw! Do you wanna play a game!?" She sqeaked, looking at the apprentice in excitement. Her eyes were big and round and and she perked up her ears. "Please, please, please! Pretty, pretty, pretty, please, please!" She sqeaked again when Cherrypaw hesitated.

[Charmer]

"Hi, Cherrypaw! Do you wanna play a game!?" She sqeaked, looking at the apprentice in excitement. Her eyes were big and round and and she perked up her ears. "Please, please, please! Pretty, pretty, pretty, please, please!" She sqeaked again when Cherrypaw hesitated.

Cherrypaw hesitated knowing that she should be finishing with the nests. If she took too long, Tigerdawn would have her pelt for bedding. But when Cherrykit began to plead, Cherrypaw let out a mrrow of amusement. Well... alright Cherrykit, one game. A short game, ok? What game?"

[AbsurdJinx]

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.

Flareheart had opened his jaws to answer Hawkfeather's abundance of questions, but she seemed to quickly move on, almost as if she forgot she had spoken so many words before. He found the pretty she-cat amusing and entertaining, and was happy to be in her presence. Actually, the optimistic tomcat already considered Hawkfeather to be a friend. He was someone who made friends easy, unless, of course, he happened to irritate them... Maybe he didn't make friends easy. Haha. Whenever he wasn't annoying someone, which was rare, he often easily became friends with them. And Hawkfeather was so friendly and kind... Flareheart was sure they'd smoothly become friends.

Believe it or not, Flareheart felt his fur heat up at Hawkfeather's compliment. He was rarely offered compliments, as he was usually the one to give them, and it always hit him strangely when someone said something kind to him. He had adjusted to rude comments such as `go away!` and `you're giving me a headache!`. He chuckled nervously, drawing his rough tongue over his chest multiple times over before meeting her gaze again. ``Why... Thank you, Hawkfeather,`` he murmured gratefully, an appreciative glimmer in his amber eyes. His tail swept against the ground happily, and he straightened his posture with confidence.

``And, um, I'd like a large family.`` Flareheart grew up alone, with no siblings or parents. He didn't know who his kin was, but this never bothered him much. He had everyone he needed, and his family didn't seem to care enough about him for him to actually care about them. After all, they had never made an appearance in his life. The only feline Flareheart had ever genuinely and strongly cared for was his best friend, who had been beside him since kithood. He'd like to experience the life of a larger family. He wanted to father many kits, kits whom admired him and dreamed of being like him. He would teach them to respect and be kind, but he'd also play with them and make sure they were the happiest kits in all the clans. ``I want to father plenty of kits. I can't say exactly who I want to mother them... I don't know very many she-cats, especially not any who are willing to help me parent.`` He laughed softly. ``But I know she'll be kind. She'll never hurt me or our family. She will be loyal and optimistic, and cheer me up whenever I'm down. Know what? As long as we love one another, I don't mind who she is.`` He hadn't realized he'd been revealing all his dreams of a possible future mate, but he was glad he was able to share his desires with someone who wouldn't judge him. Not very many cats cared for his wishes. ``And you? What do you want in a family?``

[Seraphon]

Cherrypaw hesitated knowing that she should be finishing with the nests. If she took too long, Tigerdawn would have her pelt for bedding. But when Cherrykit began to plead, Cherrypaw let out a mrrow of amusement. Well... alright Cherrykit, one game. A short game, ok? What game?"
Cherrykit thought for a moment,"Ummmm.... Oooo, can I be leader and you be deputy or you be leader and I be deputy!?" She lashed her tail excitedly, ready to play a game with Cherrypaw. She twitched her ears in impatience as she waited for Cherrypaw to respond, although it was only a second before when she had asked the question, to Cherrykit it felt like forever.

[Charmer]

Cherrykit thought for a moment,"Ummmm.... Oooo, can I be leader and you be deputy or you be leader and I be deputy!?" She lashed her tail excitedly, ready to play a game with Cherrypaw. She twitched her ears in impatience as she waited for Cherrypaw to respond, although it was only a second before when she had asked the question, to Cherrykit it felt like forever.

Cherrypaw pretended to consider the options for a long moments, watching with amusement as Cherrykit grew noticeably more impatient, at last, she answered. "I'll be your deputy, Cherrystar," Cherrypaw answered as she shifted to her haunches to sit straight and proud as in outmost respect to her "leader". "Cherrystar, Shadowclan has been stealing our prey. What shall we do?" She asked the kit, waiting eagerly to see what the little kit would say.

[graves]

Pigeons? Stormwing had never seen a pigeon before, but the way he described them, they sounded interesting. Funny. The type of bird she would like to see. "Have you, um... seen a p-pigeon since you've... err... lived here?" She wasn't quite sure how to bring up the subject. I used to see them all the time before I lived in the Clans. That was an odd comment to make, and Stormwing was surprised - unless they were proud of their heritage, most non-Clanborn cats wouldn't bring it up. She had met a few who were quite pushy about it, making a point that they had been loners or kittypets or part of a rogue group. Hearing his remark on some birds being as big as a cat, Stormwing's hues widened with surprise. "Really? What type of birds? Like, hawks? I've seen a hawk before, when I was younger..." In her excitement, her nervous state had been forgotten and she seemed to perk up before her voice trailed off and ears flattened. "S-sorry." Once more Stormwing's voice lowered, to an almost-whisper this time.


The thought of exploring with Lightningstrike sent a type of thrill through the tom. That would be exciting - but could they get away with it? Now that was the real question here. If that was something that the two of them could get away with, Caribouheart would be pleased. He wasn't sure about leaving the Clan, mainly because he wasn't sure if they would be able to come back. Maybe Snowstar would understand. She would get that they wanted to explore, and see something more then the same territory all their lives... it wasn't like Caribouheart to be discontent and he wondered where the sudden urge to travel had come from. Maybe it had been from learning about SkyClan.
　
They had come a long, long ways... and they had fought battles to liberate the other Clans. Would Caribouheart ever be able to do something like that? Would he want to do something like that? Fighting was not the type of thing that he was really 'into' at the moment... and he never had been. During the battles, the tom had only gotten involved because it was for a good cause. For his Clan. Had it been his choice, he would have backed out of the fighting completely and gone somewhere else. Perhaps that was the time that would have been perfect to leave the Clan. Right then.
　
But, who knew? Perhaps the fighting help of an extra warrior had made a difference in the end. Caribouheart would never know who he had made a difference to. Whose lives he might have saved. Because he had been there, perhaps the battle had gone a whole different way... there was no way of telling, of course. "Yeah. And we'll be famous in our Clan's history - cats will be telling stories about us for generations, like you said." He purred, giving her a light nudge. It would be funny if that happened. Because the tom had never really thought of himself as being 'famous.' Moments passed before he sighed and put his head on his paws. "Where do you see yourself in a few moons, Lightningstrike?" He asked after a moment. For him, he could see himself training an apprentice. The dark feline beside him would still be his best friend... perhaps he would have a mate.
　
Maybe he would even have kits, although that was highly unlikely in the course of a few moons. Now, his mate may be pregnant with kits. Though Caribouheart didn't really see himself having a family like that. Maybe it was the fact that he had never really been in love. Except with... possibly Lightningstrike. Or was he crushing on her? If only feelings were simple to figure out. If only everything was easy. If only he could just... ask her what he was feeling. If only she knew.

"I havent here, they like twolegs to get free food and stuff. Its weird-those birds arent afraid of monsters." he replied. He loved pigeons, not to hunt but to watch. They were brave yet friendly, if you didnt attack them they wouldnt be scared of you. He wished there were more of them in the forest, but seeing a sight of them was rare, mainly around borders to the twoleg places. "Hawks, eagals,cranes. Theres so many to name!" he mewed back excitedly. At seeing her perk up at the mentions of her kithood he was a bit happy to see her open up a bit more, but only frowned when she said sorry. "Dont be sorry for getting excited- it was nice to see you smile. Its pretty." he didnt want the warrior to feel sorry for simply having excited emotions that every other cat had. But it seemed mentioning her kithood made her a bit happy,"A hawk when you were younger? It mustve been so cool." he gave a reassuring smile.

[lone]

Flareheart had opened his jaws to answer Hawkfeather's abundance of questions, but she seemed to quickly move on, almost as if she forgot she had spoken so many words before. He found the pretty she-cat amusing and entertaining, and was happy to be in her presence. Actually, the optimistic tomcat already considered Hawkfeather to be a friend. He was someone who made friends easy, unless, of course, he happened to irritate them... Maybe he didn't make friends easy. Haha. Whenever he wasn't annoying someone, which was rare, he often easily became friends with them. And Hawkfeather was so friendly and kind... Flareheart was sure they'd smoothly become friends.


Believe it or not, Flareheart felt his fur heat up at Hawkfeather's compliment. He was rarely offered compliments, as he was usually the one to give them, and it always hit him strangely when someone said something kind to him. He had adjusted to rude comments such as `go away!` and `you're giving me a headache!`. He chuckled nervously, drawing his rough tongue over his chest multiple times over before meeting her gaze again. ``Why... Thank you, Hawkfeather,`` he murmured gratefully, an appreciative glimmer in his amber eyes. His tail swept against the ground happily, and he straightened his posture with confidence.

``And, um, I'd like a large family.`` Flareheart grew up alone, with no siblings or parents. He didn't know who his kin was, but this never bothered him much. He had everyone he needed, and his family didn't seem to care enough about him for him to actually care about them. After all, they had never made an appearance in his life. The only feline Flareheart had ever genuinely and strongly cared for was his best friend, who had been beside him since kithood. He'd like to experience the life of a larger family. He wanted to father many kits, kits whom admired him and dreamed of being like him. He would teach them to respect and be kind, but he'd also play with them and make sure they were the happiest kits in all the clans. ``I want to father plenty of kits. I can't say exactly who I want to mother them... I don't know very many she-cats, especially not any who are willing to help me parent.`` He laughed softly. ``But I know she'll be kind. She'll never hurt me or our family. She will be loyal and optimistic, and cheer me up whenever I'm down. Know what? As long as we love one another, I don't mind who she is.`` He hadn't realized he'd been revealing all his dreams of a possible future mate, but he was glad he was able to share his desires with someone who wouldn't judge him. Not very many cats cared for his wishes. ``And you? What do you want in a family?``

"Oh, you're welcome! Don't you get compliments a lot?" The cheerful tabby inquired, her bright blue hues sparkling as she looked at him in the most innocent manner. She heard the words 'grow up' a lot. But what if she didn't want to grow up? As far as she could tell, the older warriors in the Clan had a lot of problems. They looked on the dark side. They were depressing and grumbled and acted as though the world was ending over small things. If that was what growing up was, Hawkfeather didn't care to get much older. Nope, she would stay like this forever. Young and innocent and naive and happy... but she would be happy. That was the important thing to her, was happiness.
　
Maybe Hawkfeather had it all right. Maybe it was the others who had it wrong. Maybe growing up was just going to cause trouble. The tabby listened intently as Flareheart talked about the family that he wanted. It sounded amazing. All those kits, and a wonderful mate... Hawkfeather wished she'd had that type of family growing up. She had been an abandoned kit, left alone to fend for herself... but thankfully ThunderClan had taken her in, poor Hawkfeather would never have survived otherwise. She was quite certain that a very different story would have been told had ThunderClan not been so generous.
　
Who knew, she might even be dead by now. "I'd want lots of kits too! Ohmygosh, what if our kits grew up to be best friends!! That would be like, the coolest thing ever, right?" She stopped for a minute, thinking about the kind of mate she would want. Who did she want to father her kits? See, Hawkfeather didn't really understand that type of love. What drove someone to care for someone else so deeply? Hawkfeather loved everyone, but she didn't truly love anyone. There were different kinds. And she didn't understand the romantic, taking walks and late night talks, stargazing, cuddling type of love. Little crushes were also something she hadn't felt in quite a long time now.
　
It had been a very long time. "And I guess I don't really know who I would want my mate to be! Someone who's nice, definitely... and if they liked mornings too that would be great! Someone who could be my bestest friend and we would never ever get bored of each other. And we could play all the time... but it wouldn't be weird because we both had such a great time!" Hawkfeather's blue hues lit up cheerfully, and she grinned over at Flareheart with an expression that seemed to show how excited she was. But then again, Hawkfeather was often excited. No surprise there.

"I havent here, they like twolegs to get free food and stuff. Its weird-those birds arent afraid of monsters." he replied. He loved pigeons, not to hunt but to watch. They were brave yet friendly, if you didnt attack them they wouldnt be scared of you. He wished there were more of them in the forest, but seeing a sight of them was rare, mainly around borders to the twoleg places. "Hawks, eagals,cranes. Theres so many to name!" he mewed back excitedly. At seeing her perk up at the mentions of her kithood he was a bit happy to see her open up a bit more, but only frowned when she said sorry. "Dont be sorry for getting excited- it was nice to see you smile. Its pretty." he didnt want the warrior to feel sorry for simply having excited emotions that every other cat had. But it seemed mentioning her kithood made her a bit happy,"A hawk when you were younger? It mustve been so cool." he gave a reassuring smile.

"If they aren't afraid of m-monsters, then... they're e-either very br-brave or very dumb." Good, she was getting better. It had never been easy for her to meet new cats, and she was trying this once again... hoping that this time, maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't get hurt. Although that was doubtful. Stormwing had been hurt too many times before for her to get her hopes up too high. "I would love to see a crane," Stormwing smiled once more - and then her smile faded again. She was about to apologize when her ears flicked fowards at his words. Really? Pretty. She hadn't necessarily been told that before... not that she could remember, anyways. But then again, she did shut out a lot of the memories from her past with Hiddentalon and Crowpaw and Leafwatcher... just because it hurt too much for her to think about them. "Yeah, it was amazing. Hawks are so beautiful," She answered. When she was speaking about something like that, her nervous stammer seemed to disappear.

[Rilefelt]

Two tom kits dashed between Cherrykit and Cherrypaw without so much as a word -- the two silken-furred littermates were currently playing tag (according to Streakedkit. Lemonkit was mostly running to escape his brother). Chasing after the two, their other littermate Truekit stopped before the Cherries just long enough to utter a brief apology.

"Sorry, Cherrykit! Sorry, stranger! I tried to calm them down," she mewed quickly, and then bounded off after her yellow brothers, disappearing farther into the nursery.

[RedHead]

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.

"Pocketfulls of sunshine I'm sure. Like that kind of sunshine that beats down hard on your back and causes you to burn." Springimgsky laughed, glancing onwards where the elders made their den. Even she liked to poke fun at the older cats once in a while. If a younger cat had said what she had just said to their face, they probably would've gone bolistic. But if it was Springingsky, they'd just laugh along with her. The older warrior respected the elders, and they respected her. Most of them told her they couldn't wait for her to join them, but Springingsky said they'd be waiting a long time yet.

"He gets more action than I do." Springingsky cast a look at Passoonblaze, but decided not to comment. "Well when I get my claws on that boy, he's going to be in for the time of his life." She growled, a mischevious spark alighting in her pale blue eyes. The she-cat expected both of her son's respect, and she certainly wasn't getting Burn's. She needed to show him once more that she was the boss, and if they were in good terms, she'd be a nice little kitty. Right now, he was literally going to be in the dog house when she found him. "Yep, he just up and left her. No explanation, no warning, just snuck away during the night I suppose."

As Foxpaw bounded up to them, Springingsky let out a sigh of annoyance. "Perfect timing as always huh Foxpaw?" She meowed, licking a paw and running it across her face. She loved her entergetic grandkit, but Focpaw always stuck her nose in business that wasn't hers. And that annoyed Springingsky, especially when the apprentice did it to other cats. Then Springingsky was expected to apologize for her grandkit's "rude behavior." Just let a kit be a kit! You're talking, she has ears, so she'll listen! Springingsky sometimes couldn't handle other cats.

As Foxpaw asked about her "cousins," and Passionblaze looked to her for an answer, the warrior rolled her eyes. "My goodness Passionblaze she's going to find out sooner or later. There's no nee to sugarcoat it." She meowed, flicking her son with her tail. Turning to the little ginger apprentice, Springingsky broke the news down for her. Foxpaw, your father is a player. He has impregnated a feline in Windclan called Searwhisper who just gave birth not too long ago to your five half-siblings." The snowy Bengal then sat back up, looking over at her son. She gave him a look saying "that's how you deal with it."

Foxpaw stared in adtonishment ar her grandmother. For once, the talkative apprentice was speechless. Her orange eyes slowly widened with realization as she processes what Springingsky had said. She looked back and forth in between the two cats, Passionblaze an Springingsky. Her father was a player? She had half-siblings? From her father, Foxpaw wouldn't have expected anything less, but the news was still surprisingly shocking to the ginger female.

She still didn't say anything, slightly angry that her uncle and grandmother had not wante to share this news with her right away. Why hasn't that? Were they afraid of hurting her? Did they not want her to get worked up? The only thing that Foxpaw would get worked up about was the fact that they had tried to hide her from the news. They hadn't wanted her to eavesdrop. They probably didn't even tell her mother! So Foxpaw say in silence, glaring at Passionblaze and Springingsky, trying to show them what would happen when they didn't trust her to handle herself.

[wickedvirtues]

"No fair!" Ivorypaw protested as the dark Turkish Angora, her brother Ebonypaw, pinned her and ended the play-battle. "Yes fair!" He smirked back, drawing his tongue in a swift movement over his fur. Ivorypaw huffed, getting to her paws with a playful gleam in her eyes. "I bet I can do it better!" She challenged, but Ebonypaw had fallen eerily quiet, watching some other cats walk by. "Honestly, Eb, chill!" Ivorypaw rolled her eyes, giggling. Ebonypaw rolled his eyes, smiling. "Yeah, sure." He replied, monotone as he cuffed her ear playfully. Ivorypaw squeaked, but laughed afterwords.

[Seraphon]

Cherrypaw pretended to consider the options for a long moments, watching with amusement as Cherrykit grew noticeably more impatient, at last, she answered. "I'll be your deputy, Cherrystar," Cherrypaw answered as she shifted to her haunches to sit straight and proud as in outmost respect to her "leader". "Cherrystar, Shadowclan has been stealing our prey. What shall we do?" She asked the kit, waiting eagerly to see what the little kit would say.
Cherrykit sat up straight, puffing out her chest,"Well, my loyal deputy, Cherryblossom, we should do more border patrols along the ShadowClan border, and if they steal again, I will talk to their leader!" Cherrykit said with importance. "What do you think my loyal ThunderClan deputy?"

[Charmer]

Cherrykit sat up straight, puffing out her chest,"Well, my loyal deputy, Cherryblossom, we should do more border patrols along the ShadowClan border, and if they steal again, I will talk to their leader!" Cherrykit said with importance. "What do you think my loyal ThunderClan deputy?"

Cherrypaw nodded with grave solemnity. "A wise decision, Cherrystar. I'll organize the next patrol immediate-" all at once, Cherrypaw perked up her ears and turned to look at the mossball she had been make and gasped. "Look out, Cherrystar! A Shadowclan warrior!" She meowed, pointing a paw at the mossball.

[Seraphon]

Cherrypaw nodded with grave solemnity. "A wise decision, Cherrystar. I'll organize the next patrol immediate-" all at once, Cherrypaw perked up her ears and turned to look at the mossball she had been make and gasped. "Look out, Cherrystar! A Shadowclan warrior!" She meowed, pointing a paw at the mossball.
"Oh, no!" Cherrykit squealed as she pounced on the moss ball and shook it in her mouth, tearing it to pieces. "Take that ShadowClan," she yowled.

(When I typed pieces it auto corrected it to peaches XD)

[Charmer]

"Oh, no!" Cherrykit squealed as she pounced on the moss ball and shook it in her mouth, tearing it to pieces. "Take that ShadowClan," she yowled.

(When I typed pieces it auto corrected it to peaches XD)

Lol! That's awesome! The other day when I had a cat chasing a mouse, I tried to say that the mouse "darted" but autocorrect decided I meant "farted." Ah Autocorrect, you make life so awkward.

Cherrypaw watched as the little kit pounced on the mossball, ripping it to shreds. The apprentice knew she'd have to gather up the mess, but she didn't mind. She liked playing with Cherrykit. She liked kits in general and looked forward to having some of her own someday. She padded toward Cherrykit. "You've saved Thunderclan from invasion, Cherrystar! Thunderclan is victorious!" She yowled in answer to Cherrykit's defeat of the dreaded mossball. She then began to gather up the pieces. "Alright Cherrykit, I'd better get back to work. But we'll play again soon, ok?"

[Seraphon]

Lol! That's awesome! The other day when I had a cat chasing a mouse, I tried to say that the mouse "darted" but autocorrect decided I meant "farted." Ah Autocorrect, you make life so awkward.

Cherrypaw watched as the little kit pounced on the mossball, ripping it to shreds. The apprentice knew she'd have to gather up the mess, but she didn't mind. She liked playing with Cherrykit. She liked kits in general and looked forward to having some of her own someday. She padded toward Cherrykit. "You've saved Thunderclan from invasion, Cherrystar! Thunderclan is victorious!" She yowled in answer to Cherrykit's defeat of the dreaded mossball. She then began to gather up the pieces. "Alright Cherrykit, I'd better get back to work. But we'll play again soon, ok?"
XD)
Cherrykit puffed out her chest,"no need to thank me, it's just what I do," she glanced proudly at the shredded up moss ball,"aww, why do you have to gooo," she whined. Then she straitened,"ok!"she huffed, trying to sound mature and proper. In doing so she crossed her eyes for a second accidentally.

[Charmer]

XD)
Cherrykit puffed out her chest,"no need to thank me, it's just what I do," she glanced proudly at the shredded up moss ball,"aww, why do you have to gooo," she whined. Then she straitened,"ok!"she huffed, trying to sound mature and proper. In doing so she crossed her eyes for a second accidentally.

"I'm afraid so. I'll see you around the clearing. Don't drive the queens too crazy," she added, playfully pawing at the kits ear. She finished gathering up the moss and carried it out of the den, waving goodbye to Cherrykit with her tail as she left.

Thanks, that was fun!

[Seraphon]

"I'm afraid so. I'll see you around the clearing. Don't drive the queens too crazy," she added, playfully pawing at the kits ear. She finished gathering up the moss and carried it out of the den, waving goodbye to Cherrykit with her tail as she left.

Thanks, that was fun!
Bye, bye, Cherrykit thought as she watched her friend leave.

Np, it was fun to me too!)

[Beam]

Timberkit studied her paws for a moment, they were littered with bits of plant shreds from digging. There Timberkit was, in the dim corner of the nursery, trying to break through the nursery wall so she could wiggle through and reach a little space in the camp wall: a little bubble all to herself. She watched as brittle plants snapped ad dirt crumbled under her claws. She sighed, Timberkit could imagine the day she became an apprentice, and she could find a hidden spot to call her own, a spot out of the camp where no nosy queens could drag her away from her dreams.

A hole started to form in the walls, poking her, but that was alright, she knew there were no thorns. Her plan was simple: make a hole, find the little bubble while making a path to the bubble,cover the hole with her mossy bedding and volunteer to change her own bed so no one could find the entrance. Plus, it was always dark in the corner of the nursery, and the other cats were used to her playing around on her own. Now, she would find a place for her to...

Timberkit sat on her haunches, so her paws were propped up on the shallow dip she used in the wall. What would she do? Sometimes if she needed to run away, she could. If she needed to think, she could, but she couldn't trust any cat with her secret hideaway. So she could only sit and ponder in the bubble, but if it was big enough, she could play.

She could only hope. She kept digging.

[Barnabas]

@Hollydawn235;

Featherkit made her way out of the nursery, her tail flicking from side to side. The kit walked to the middle of the clearing, so she could have a better way to find her denmate Cherrykit. Featherkit moved her from side to side, trying to spot for the kit

I wonder what Cherrykit is like. I've seen her before, but I never really had the guts to actually talk to her.

[wickedvirtues]

Timberkit studied her paws for a moment, they were littered with bits of plant shreds from digging. There Timberkit was, in the dim corner of the nursery, trying to break through the nursery wall so she could wiggle through and reach a little space in the camp wall: a little bubble all to herself. She watched as brittle plants snapped ad dirt crumbled under her claws. She sighed, Timberkit could imagine the day she became an apprentice, and she could find a hidden spot to call her own, a spot out of the camp where no nosy queens could drag her away from her dreams.

A hole started to form in the walls, poking her, but that was alright, she knew there were no thorns. Her plan was simple: make a hole, find the little bubble while making a path to the bubble,cover the hole with her mossy bedding and volunteer to change her own bed so no one could find the entrance. Plus, it was always dark in the corner of the nursery, and the other cats were used to her playing around on her own. Now, she would find a place for her to...

Timberkit sat on her haunches, so her paws were propped up on the shallow dip she used in the wall. What would she do? Sometimes if she needed to run away, she could. If she needed to think, she could, but she couldn't trust any cat with her secret hideaway. So she could only sit and ponder in the bubble, but if it was big enough, she could play.

She could only hope. She kept digging.

Sorry for late reply!))

Lynxkit had been peacefully sleeping in her nest when the sound of tearing dirt and plants awoken the kit. She turned to see another kit by the name of... Timberkit? She tried to get more sleep, but Lynxkit found it impossible. Grumbling, she sat up and watched Timberkit continue to dig. Curling her tail around herself, Lynxkit how she was going to approach this odd situation. Why was she digging in the first place? Lynxkit honestly didn't know, though she did want to. Her ears swiveled forwards slightly, catching the same noises of tearing and plants being ripped from the earth. The scent of dirt and grass entered her nose as she stood.

She approached the little hole, but froze. Did she want to be alone? Would she be scared that Lynxkit found her corner? Pushing her doubts aside, she opened her maw but couldn't find any words at that moment. Silently she stepped slightly back to where she was hidden and sighed. "Okay, Lynxkit, just think of what you want to say.." she calmed herself, making herself appear more awake than she felt as she stood and fluffed her fur slightly, her tail swaying with confidence at the words forming in her brain.

Her pawsteps firm and strides long, she took a deep breath. "Hi! Timberkit, right? I'm Lynxkit!" She said, her voice coming out in semi-squeaky chirps instead of normal sentences, which she found a bit embarrassing for herself. She glanced at the hole, her paws shuffling as her claws flexed, waiting for a reply from the kit who seemingly really liked to dig. Questions swarmed her mind, but she forced herself to contain them for now. It'd be rude to flood questions upon the kit without even confirming her name was even Timberkit.

[Seraphon]

@Hollydawn235;

Featherkit made her way out of the nursery, her tail flicking from side to side. The kit walked to the middle of the clearing, so she could have a better way to find her denmate Cherrykit. Featherkit moved her from side to side, trying to spot for the kit

I wonder what Cherrykit is like. I've seen her before, but I never really had the guts to actually talk to her.

Cherrykit padded around the camp, stretching her legs when she spotted Featherkit. She had seen her around, but it seemed Featherkit was too shy to even approach Cherrykit. She padded up to her denmate,"You finally have the guts to come say hi to me yet?" She sqeaked jokingly, waiting in anticipation for Featherkit's response to her question.

[Beam]

Sorry for late reply!))

Lynxkit had been peacefully sleeping in her nest when the sound of tearing dirt and plants awoken the kit. She turned to see another kit by the name of... Timberkit? She tried to get more sleep, but Lynxkit found it impossible. Grumbling, she sat up and watched Timberkit continue to dig. Curling her tail around herself, Lynxkit how she was going to approach this odd situation. Why was she digging in the first place? Lynxkit honestly didn't know, though she did want to. Her ears swiveled forwards slightly, catching the same noises of tearing and plants being ripped from the earth. The scent of dirt and grass entered her nose as she stood.

She approached the little hole, but froze. Did she want to be alone? Would she be scared that Lynxkit found her corner? Pushing her doubts aside, she opened her maw but couldn't find any words at that moment. Silently she stepped slightly back to where she was hidden and sighed. "Okay, Lynxkit, just think of what you want to say.." she calmed herself, making herself appear more awake than she felt as she stood and fluffed her fur slightly, her tail swaying with confidence at the words forming in her brain.

Her pawsteps firm and strides long, she took a deep breath. "Hi! Timberkit, right? I'm Lynxkit!" She said, her voice coming out in semi-squeaky chirps instead of normal sentences, which she found a bit embarrassing for herself. She glanced at the hole, her paws shuffling as her claws flexed, waiting for a reply from the kit who seemingly really liked to dig. Questions swarmed her mind, but she forced herself to contain them for now. It'd be rude to flood questions upon the kit without even confirming her name was even Timberkit.


Her paws were working at a steady pace, clawing clumps of dirt on her feet, which were half-buried anyways. She tugged on a brittle stalk of bramble, avoiding the sharp thorns; oh, turns out there were throne. Timberkit had learned that by the sharp poking feeling in her pad. The plant snapped and she kept digging down low, making sure her moss bedding could measure up to cover it. Suddenly, there was a voice breaking her concentration.

Timberkit snapped around at the voice asking her name. Evidently, she must've looked incredibly weird. Timberkit shook each of her paws off, dirt spraying in different directions around her. At first, she was confused by the kit's presence. Her tail flicked with her annoyed confusion "Yeah..." Timberkit started, voice waning to a mumble, "How'd you know?" She took a more upbeat tone with her words this time. She decided to leave out her digging intentions, maybe this could be another opportunity to do something fun. 'Lynxkit', seemed like a fun kit to be around, judging by her assertive approach.A small, sly smile smirked across her face as she thought of her tunnel. maybe Lynxkit would be interested in sharing the secret hideaway.

[graves]

[/CENTER]
"Oh, you're welcome! Don't you get compliments a lot?" The cheerful tabby inquired, her bright blue hues sparkling as she looked at him in the most innocent manner. She heard the words 'grow up' a lot. But what if she didn't want to grow up? As far as she could tell, the older warriors in the Clan had a lot of problems. They looked on the dark side. They were depressing and grumbled and acted as though the world was ending over small things. If that was what growing up was, Hawkfeather didn't care to get much older. Nope, she would stay like this forever. Young and innocent and naive and happy... but she would be happy. That was the important thing to her, was happiness.
　
Maybe Hawkfeather had it all right. Maybe it was the others who had it wrong. Maybe growing up was just going to cause trouble. The tabby listened intently as Flareheart talked about the family that he wanted. It sounded amazing. All those kits, and a wonderful mate... Hawkfeather wished she'd had that type of family growing up. She had been an abandoned kit, left alone to fend for herself... but thankfully ThunderClan had taken her in, poor Hawkfeather would never have survived otherwise. She was quite certain that a very different story would have been told had ThunderClan not been so generous.
　
Who knew, she might even be dead by now. "I'd want lots of kits too! Ohmygosh, what if our kits grew up to be best friends!! That would be like, the coolest thing ever, right?" She stopped for a minute, thinking about the kind of mate she would want. Who did she want to father her kits? See, Hawkfeather didn't really understand that type of love. What drove someone to care for someone else so deeply? Hawkfeather loved everyone, but she didn't truly love anyone. There were different kinds. And she didn't understand the romantic, taking walks and late night talks, stargazing, cuddling type of love. Little crushes were also something she hadn't felt in quite a long time now.
　
It had been a very long time. "And I guess I don't really know who I would want my mate to be! Someone who's nice, definitely... and if they liked mornings too that would be great! Someone who could be my bestest friend and we would never ever get bored of each other. And we could play all the time... but it wouldn't be weird because we both had such a great time!" Hawkfeather's blue hues lit up cheerfully, and she grinned over at Flareheart with an expression that seemed to show how excited she was. But then again, Hawkfeather was often excited. No surprise there.


"If they aren't afraid of m-monsters, then... they're e-either very br-brave or very dumb." Good, she was getting better. It had never been easy for her to meet new cats, and she was trying this once again... hoping that this time, maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't get hurt. Although that was doubtful. Stormwing had been hurt too many times before for her to get her hopes up too high. "I would love to see a crane," Stormwing smiled once more - and then her smile faded again. She was about to apologize when her ears flicked fowards at his words. Really? Pretty. She hadn't necessarily been told that before... not that she could remember, anyways. But then again, she did shut out a lot of the memories from her past with Hiddentalon and Crowpaw and Leafwatcher... just because it hurt too much for her to think about them. "Yeah, it was amazing. Hawks are so beautiful," She answered. When she was speaking about something like that, her nervous stammer seemed to disappear.[/CENTER]

Littlefoot could only give a small snort, "Pigeons are fearless and chubby, its why I like them so much." the tom answered. It felt good to see the molly smiling again, to see her happy. He didnt know what it was but he just had a need to keep her smiling, to make her feel a bit safer. Whatever was bothering her must have done damage seeing as she apologizes for getting excited about something. But of course he wouldnt bring it up unless Stormwing wanted to talk about it, he wanted to give her space and earn her trust before anything more, not that he minded either. "Ive seen cranes before, theyre so pretty and tall. The way they fly is so graceful I could watch them all day. During new leaf in the morings I would see them along the riverclan and thunderclan border if I was quiet enough. Maybe I'll take you to see them one day," he gave a smile, and nodded along to what she was saying. He liked seeing her talk. Not in a creepy way, but more so,,watching her gain her confidence around him through her words. When talking she didnt have any stuttering, and her gaze wasnt low to the ground. It was little, but it was something Littlefoot picked up on easily and melted at it with a genuine smile,"Tell me more about the hawk." she was pretty when she talked.

[wickedvirtues]

Her paws were working at a steady pace, clawing clumps of dirt on her feet, which were half-buried anyways. She tugged on a brittle stalk of bramble, avoiding the sharp thorns; oh, turns out there were throne. Timberkit had learned that by the sharp poking feeling in her pad. The plant snapped and she kept digging down low, making sure her moss bedding could measure up to cover it. Suddenly, there was a voice breaking her concentration.

Timberkit snapped around at the voice asking her name. Evidently, she must've looked incredibly weird. Timberkit shook each of her paws off, dirt spraying in different directions around her. At first, she was confused by the kit's presence. Her tail flicked with her annoyed confusion "Yeah..." Timberkit started, voice waning to a mumble, "How'd you know?" She took a more upbeat tone with her words this time. She decided to leave out her digging intentions, maybe this could be another opportunity to do something fun. 'Lynxkit', seemed like a fun kit to be around, judging by her assertive approach.A small, sly smile smirked across her face as she thought of her tunnel. maybe Lynxkit would be interested in sharing the secret hideaway.

(gotta go to bed ;w;, reply tomorrow) Beam
Wanna continue this?

Lynxkit's head was tilted as she watched the kit continued to dig, like she'd been planning this. Blinking, Lynxkit just sort of watched. She'd never seen a kit do something like this. Sitting, her tail curled as she watched the kits paws tear at plants and avoid thorns, making it a certain size it seemed like. It was odd, but sort of.. interesting. She opened her maw to say something, but decided against it as the words had yet to form an interesting or decent sentence that would leave her maw. She broke the kit's concentration, feeling a bit bad for startling her, but also feeling very confused and a bit excited. She smiled politely at the kit, trying to look as friendly as possible.

"Er - I've heard a queen call you're name a few times." She replied with a shrug. "So, if you don't mind me asking, why are you digging?" She asked, the scent of freshly torn dirt and plants in the air as Lynxkit looked at Timberkit. She had a feeling the kit would be her friend, maybe, because she seemed nice. But she was kind of weird. At least, somewhat, as she was digging a huge hole and had yet to tell Lynxkit what in StarClan's name it was for. She'd never heard of a kit just..digging. Contrary to popular belief, the small cats mostly had reasons for doing what they did. Lynxkit always thought most things through, not one to randomly act on impulse. Due to this, she knew Timberkit probably had a reason.

[Barnabas]

Cherrykit padded around the camp, stretching her legs when she spotted Featherkit. She had seen her around, but it seemed Featherkit was too shy to even approach Cherrykit. She padded up to her denmate,"You finally have the guts to come say hi to me yet?" She sqeaked jokingly, waiting in anticipation for Featherkit's response to her question.

Featherkit let out a silent chuckle. "Yeah I guess so. To make you feel better I don't have the guts to talk to anyone, but my annoying siblings and an overprotective adopted mother." replied Featherkit with a shrug. He blue eyes fixed on Cherrykit as she let out a friendly smile to show that she can be happy sometimes. Even I don't like talking to my siblings. Their embarrassing.

[Seraphon]

Featherkit let out a silent chuckle. "Yeah I guess so. To make you feel better I don't have the guts to talk to anyone, but my annoying siblings and an overprotective adopted mother." replied Featherkit with a shrug. He blue eyes fixed on Cherrykit as she let out a friendly smile to show that she can be happy sometimes. Even I don't like talking to my siblings. Their embarrassing.


She shrugged at Featherkit trying to act cool,"yeah, I guess siblings could be annoying sometimes..." She stared off into space as she thought of what it must me like to have siblings, not to mention littermates, as Cherrykit had none.

( SpringtrapFNAF)

[lone]

Littlefoot could only give a small snort, "Pigeons are fearless and chubby, its why I like them so much." the tom answered. It felt good to see the molly smiling again, to see her happy. He didnt know what it was but he just had a need to keep her smiling, to make her feel a bit safer. Whatever was bothering her must have done damage seeing as she apologizes for getting excited about something. But of course he wouldnt bring it up unless Stormwing wanted to talk about it, he wanted to give her space and earn her trust before anything more, not that he minded either. "Ive seen cranes before, theyre so pretty and tall. The way they fly is so graceful I could watch them all day. During new leaf in the morings I would see them along the riverclan and thunderclan border if I was quiet enough. Maybe I'll take you to see them one day," he gave a smile, and nodded along to what she was saying. He liked seeing her talk. Not in a creepy way, but more so,,watching her gain her confidence around him through her words. When talking she didnt have any stuttering, and her gaze wasnt low to the ground. It was little, but it was something Littlefoot picked up on easily and melted at it with a genuine smile,"Tell me more about the hawk." she was pretty when she talked.
The way Littlefoot described cranes made Stormwing want to see them so badly. So, his offer meant a lot... and her eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? That... that would be great, it sounds so beautiful," The silvery feline purred, her eyes flashing with that same excitement that had shown before, her stance becoming more and more relaxed. Okay. So it was proven that he wasn't going to hurt her, and they had at least one similar interest through birds... so Stormwing believed she was actually going to be okay. A flicker of surprise came over her features at this realization, and she decided as long as there wasn't too much attachment? She'd be fine. Littlefoot's request surprised her and her expression changed once more, before switching back to a more relaxed one. "Well, I... I was little, so I don't know if I can remember much, but... I remember I was just playing around with a friend and all of a sudden she got really quiet and I looked up, and... there was a hawk above the trees. It was beautiful but - you know - kinda scary at the time, too." Stormwing tried to picture the hawk in her mind, but it was a blurry and distorted image. Mainly because she hadn't seen one in quite some time, and also because she couldn't remember that particular event very well.

[Floa]

A dark grey body of fur was laying restfully on their comfortable nest, lemony eyes glaring at nothing in particular, their pupils being clouded with thought. Willowpaw, curling their tail silently around themself unknowingly, was lost in thought, as they usually were. Thoughts swam in the tabby cat's mind as their grey pointed ears flicked and turned involuntarily at the low and usual hum the camp usually possessed. Willowpaw was one to randomly get lost in their thoughts when they were curious, which was usually most of the time when they were not training.
The young feline blinked their chrome colored iris, breaking away from being lost in their mind as light started to shine brightly in their eyes. Willowpaw flicked their ear silently and stretched their limbs in front of them, flexing their phalanges in an attempt to ease them from being in the same position for a while. The apprentice cocked their head side to side, easing their neck of stiffness.
Afterwards, Willowpaw stretched their neck to see the exit of the apprentice den, they heard the usual audible socializing of the other cats. They gave a silent yawn and a deep huff, sitting upright on their haunches. //Open//

[Lilac]

A dark grey body of fur was laying restfully on their comfortable nest, lemony eyes glaring at nothing in particular, their pupils being clouded with thought. Willowpaw, curling their tail silently around themself unknowingly, was lost in thought, as they usually were. Thoughts swam in the tabby cat's mind as their grey pointed ears flicked and turned involuntarily at the low and usual hum the camp usually possessed. Willowpaw was one to randomly get lost in their thoughts when they were curious, which was usually most of the time when they were not training.
The young feline blinked their chrome colored iris, breaking away from being lost in their mind as light started to shine brightly in their eyes. Willowpaw flicked their ear silently and stretched their limbs in front of them, flexing their phalanges in an attempt to ease them from being in the same position for a while. The apprentice cocked their head side to side, easing their neck of stiffness.
Afterwards, Willowpaw stretched their neck to see the exit of the apprentice den, they heard the usual audible socializing of the other cats. They gave a silent yawn and a deep huff, sitting upright on their haunches. //Open//

Ripplepaw woke up with a start. Bad dreams. To energized to go back to sleep, she got up and looked around. As she looked around, she saw a familiar cat also waking up. Willowpaw! She silently creeped over to they. As soon as she was close enough, she pounced and landed right in front of Willowpaw.

"Surprise! Hey, Willowpaw! Did I scare you?" She meowed.

[Momotaro]

A dark grey body of fur was laying restfully on their comfortable nest, lemony eyes glaring at nothing in particular, their pupils being clouded with thought. Willowpaw, curling their tail silently around themself unknowingly, was lost in thought, as they usually were. Thoughts swam in the tabby cat's mind as their grey pointed ears flicked and turned involuntarily at the low and usual hum the camp usually possessed. Willowpaw was one to randomly get lost in their thoughts when they were curious, which was usually most of the time when they were not training.
The young feline blinked their chrome colored iris, breaking away from being lost in their mind as light started to shine brightly in their eyes. Willowpaw flicked their ear silently and stretched their limbs in front of them, flexing their phalanges in an attempt to ease them from being in the same position for a while. The apprentice cocked their head side to side, easing their neck of stiffness.
Afterwards, Willowpaw stretched their neck to see the exit of the apprentice den, they heard the usual audible socializing of the other cats. They gave a silent yawn and a deep huff, sitting upright on their haunches. //Open//
Thistlekit slowly meandered through the den. Her mother had went to Uncle Wheatfur earlier to ask him for Yew berries. Uncle had yowled at her. Thistlekit wondered why. The small scrap of fur was now wandering absentmindedly into the apprentices den. The kit bumped into, then looked up, at the sleek and beautiful apprentice. "Hi." The kit was kind, just a little spaced out, similar to Willowpaw. "You're pretty." The kit sat down, eyes still slightly glazed from day-dreaming. The small siamese was still pretty quiet, nothing on her mind.

[Floa]

Ripplepaw woke up with a start. Bad dreams. To energized to go back to sleep, she got up and looked around. As she looked around, she saw a familiar cat also waking up. Willowpaw! She silently creeped over to they. As soon as she was close enough, she pounced and landed right in front of Willowpaw.

"Surprise! Hey, Willowpaw! Did I scare you?" She meowed.

Willowpaw was already about to daze out again until a familiar faced popped in front of them, the dark furred apprentice did give a slight jump and a gasp when Ripplepaw hopped in front of them. They gave a smile and nodded, "Gets me every time," Willowpaw laughed, flicking their ear with amusment.
They then turned their head to a small kit who had just bumped into them, they were a bit surprised when the kit gave a compliment and nodded their head, "Why thank you."
They then turned their head back to Ripplepaw with a small smile.
// @The Eye Of The Storm (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=539) //

[Brilliance]

"Pocketfulls of sunshine I'm sure. Like that kind of sunshine that beats down hard on your back and causes you to burn." Springimgsky laughed, glancing onwards where the elders made their den. Even she liked to poke fun at the older cats once in a while. If a younger cat had said what she had just said to their face, they probably would've gone bolistic. But if it was Springingsky, they'd just laugh along with her. The older warrior respected the elders, and they respected her. Most of them told her they couldn't wait for her to join them, but Springingsky said they'd be waiting a long time yet.

"He gets more action than I do." Springingsky cast a look at Passoonblaze, but decided not to comment. "Well when I get my claws on that boy, he's going to be in for the time of his life." She growled, a mischevious spark alighting in her pale blue eyes. The she-cat expected both of her son's respect, and she certainly wasn't getting Burn's. She needed to show him once more that she was the boss, and if they were in good terms, she'd be a nice little kitty. Right now, he was literally going to be in the dog house when she found him. "Yep, he just up and left her. No explanation, no warning, just snuck away during the night I suppose."

As Foxpaw bounded up to them, Springingsky let out a sigh of annoyance. "Perfect timing as always huh Foxpaw?" She meowed, licking a paw and running it across her face. She loved her entergetic grandkit, but Focpaw always stuck her nose in business that wasn't hers. And that annoyed Springingsky, especially when the apprentice did it to other cats. Then Springingsky was expected to apologize for her grandkit's "rude behavior." Just let a kit be a kit! You're talking, she has ears, so she'll listen! Springingsky sometimes couldn't handle other cats.

As Foxpaw asked about her "cousins," and Passionblaze looked to her for an answer, the warrior rolled her eyes. "My goodness Passionblaze she's going to find out sooner or later. There's no nee to sugarcoat it." She meowed, flicking her son with her tail. Turning to the little ginger apprentice, Springingsky broke the news down for her. Foxpaw, your father is a player. He has impregnated a feline in Windclan called Searwhisper who just gave birth not too long ago to your five half-siblings." The snowy Bengal then sat back up, looking over at her son. She gave him a look saying "that's how you deal with it."

Foxpaw stared in adtonishment ar her grandmother. For once, the talkative apprentice was speechless. Her orange eyes slowly widened with realization as she processes what Springingsky had said. She looked back and forth in between the two cats, Passionblaze an Springingsky. Her father was a player? She had half-siblings? From her father, Foxpaw wouldn't have expected anything less, but the news was still surprisingly shocking to the ginger female.

She still didn't say anything, slightly angry that her uncle and grandmother had not wante to share this news with her right away. Why hasn't that? Were they afraid of hurting her? Did they not want her to get worked up? The only thing that Foxpaw would get worked up about was the fact that they had tried to hide her from the news. They hadn't wanted her to eavesdrop. They probably didn't even tell her mother! So Foxpaw say in silence, glaring at Passionblaze and Springingsky, trying to show them what would happen when they didn't trust her to handle herself.


“Heh,” Passionblaze gulped as he stared at his newly apprenticed niece. She looked so shock. So surprised. Passionblaze shot his mother a look of disapproval. ‘’You could had worded that better.’’ The tom said, shaking his head. Yet, he knew Foxpaw wasn’t fragile in the least. The girl was like her grandmother with the looks of her father. It was amazing, really, how she resembled his brother a lot. Passionblaze knew that if he seen Burn again, he would had loved to rip him to shreds.

Passionblaze took a step forward towards Foxpaw, sitting down across from her as he patted her with a gentle paw. ‘’Your grandmother is right. Your father is a player,’’ though I never expected him to be so careless. He decided not to add that part. For the most part, Foxpaw was young. She didn’t need to know anything about that. Her heart was tender thing. Never had she experienced a broken heart, and he vowed that she never would. As for Burn’s other kits, he couldn’t do anything about that. This...other cat, what was her name? Passionblaze flicked his ears, knowing he had forgotten it. But, he did remember the kits’ names. After all, they were now added additions to the family. ‘’But, don’t be so surprised! I mean...Flame--Burnt--’’ He paused, taking in a deep breath.

He remembered the wonderful days when he was Flamekit. And, he remembered the days when he was Burntpaw. Passionblaze remembered when his brother was a warrior. He had wished that Burntheart would had stayed. But, Passionblaze saw that he was guarded. Passionblaze didn’t know what was wrong with his brother. His brother wouldn’t talk to him. This made Passionblaze sad, but he decided to keep his troubles to himself. To his family, he put a smile on his face. ‘’Burn...I honestly have nothing to say.’’ He snorted. When he tried to comfort Foxpaw, that was hard. Especially when it came to her father. Passionblaze had nothing good to say about the situation--because it wasn’t anything good about the situation.

‘’Foxpaw...yeah, you have new half-siblings. I’m sure Mapleheart will...understand one day.’’ Maybe not. Love was a harsh thing, yet it was one of the most amazing things ever to feel. Passionblaze himself knew all about the romance, for he was a gentlemen made, and shaped, and held respect for every she cat that he encountered. Of course, given credit by his mother. ‘’Don’t look so sad,’’ The tom said, swiping his tail affectionately above her head. ‘’Are you afraid that you wouldn’t be our number one? Because you’ll always be.’’ He didn’t like when Foxpaw was angry with him. He spoiled the girl to pieces because he didn’t have any kits of his own. Foxpaw wa a vital part of his life, and he would cling onto her forever because the father she had, didn’t care.

A few moments away, Dawnpaw was napping contentedly in a tree. His favorite time of the day where he was unbothered, and could practically do whatever he wanted. His mother wasn’t bothering him, and certainly his sister wasn’t being a nuisance to his life. The tom’s eyes fluttered open, looking down at his clan. Thunderclan. He didn’t truly feel like a Thunderclan cat, and often he wished he wasn’t born. Or, at least dead. His thoughts were almost always dark--which wasn’t a surprise, honestly. He always had been attracted to disturbing things that made others look at him in an odd manner. Dawnpaw actually proved to be very intelligent for his age, and highly mature.

He absolutely loved training with his mentor. A feisty old, in his opinion, warrior. Though he would never say this to her face. She was extremely sassy, and Dawnpaw did not want to catch the wrong end of her if he voiced out his specific thoughts when she was slick to him. But, he liked Springingsky. Sure, he would had liked to have a much younger mentor, but she would do. Dawnpaw was satisfied. And, thinking on it now, the tom wanted to know if she had anything specific to plan today. As he was laying in the tree, his tail lowly hanging from the branch, he grew restless.

The siamese mix leapt down from the tree in a swift movement, landing on four paws gracefully. His dark ocean colored eyes scanned the clearing for the snowy bengal. For a moment, he just stood there, soaking in his surroundings. His eyes landed on other apprentices, making him cringe as he saw their happy faces when they were with their friends. Dawnpaw knew he didn’t need any friends. He only kept associates, and those were cats he enjoyed doing things for him.

The tom began walking, taking delicate steps as he landed his dark hues on his mentor. She looked busy talking to two other ginger cats, but Dawnpaw figured he wouldn’t be interrupting anything--hopefully. At approaching them, he quickly glanced towards the fox pelted she cat. He gave her a quizzical look at her expression, his ears perked. What did I miss? Something juicy wasn’t it? He flicked his tail, but decided to ignore the problem, and only gave his attention to Springingsky. His dark hues glanced up at her, tilting his head slightly as he asked, ‘’Anything planned today?’’ Dawnpaw didn’t like full explanations. He liked to keep things short, so he could continue on what he was doing before. If she had anything planned; Great! They could get started. However, if she didn’t? All she had to do was say no, and Dawnpaw would occupy himself with what he did best; isolating himself...or finding his favorite targets to land himself somewhere.

[Deerlie]

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Hello!

[Foggy22]

Fogkit woke up to hearing two kits talking. "Do they have to do that now?" She grumbled, still sleepy. She stood up and shook her light grey with darker splotched pelt. She wondered what they were doing. She didn't know very many kits in the nursery, as she preferred to keep to herself and observe everything around her. "Should I go talk to them? It would be good to have a few friends, I guess." She thought. Gathering all her confidence, she walked up to the two kits. "H-hi, I'm Fogkit," Fogkit said nervously. "I don't mean to be noisy, but what are you doing?"

(First time I role-played on this site. Also, how do make the text italic? Also, how old are your guys' characters?)

[Spirit]

(I am TERRIBLY sorry for the late reply. Exams, camping and all that got in the way. Also sorry for short reply, my imagination is down to zero these days :( )

Antkit peered at Snowstar as she offered to take care of him like that. Was that the norm for clan cats? Taking care of kits in need? He was still too accustomed to being neglected to understand that these cats truly wanted him good.
He nodded lightly at the leader's question, seeming a tad happy that he was getting taken care of.

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[Random Melody]

Snowstar leapt onto the Highpeak, luckily in a much happier mood. Her gaze swept around the Clan, and she smiled before letting her call ring out. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highpeak for a Clan meeting!"

She took a deep breath, waiting for the cats to gather before she continued.

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"Spottedkit, Berrykit," Snowstar beckoned the kits forward. "You two have reached the age of six moons, and are ready to become apprentices. So from this day forward, you will be known as Spottedpaw and Berrypaw." She cleared her throat, looking over the crowd.

"Brindlestream ( Little Bird ), you are ready to take on an apprentice. You will mentor Spottedpaw. I trust you will pass down all you know onto her." Smiling, Snowstar turned to the next warrior.

"Oakfall ( Fox the Mighty ), you are also ready to become a mentor, so I assign you Berrypaw. I trust you will pass down all your knowledge onto him." Snowstar nodded gently, then turned to the next cats.

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"Emberpaw, Juniperpaw," Snowstar called the two apprentices forward, beaming as she flicked her tail. "I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to learn the ways of the warrior code, and I grant them their warrior names in turn. Emberpaw, Juniperpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and protect and defend the Clan, even at the cost of your lives?"

"I do."

"I do."

"Then from this day forward, Emberpaw, you shall be known as Emberblossom." Snowstar purred. "We honor your quick-wittedness and thoughtfulness and welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." With that, Snowstar turned to Juniperpaw.

"Juniperpaw, from this day forward you shall be known as Junipersight. We honor your determination and kindness and welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." Snowstar then raised her head. "Clan meeting dismissed." She called, then leaped off of the Highpeak.

[Moonsong12]

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"Spottedpaw! Berrypaw! Emberblossom! Junipersight! Moonfeather, Thunderkit, and Sunkit called out!

[Dovekit12]

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"Spottedpaw! Berrypaw! Emberblossem! Junipersight! Moonfeather, Thunderkit, and Sunkit called out!
"Spottedpaw, Berrypaw, Emberblossom, Junipersight" Owltail, Echokit, Darkkit,and Whitebird called out.
Spottedpaw made her way back to her family filled with pride.

[Moonsong12]

"Spottedpaw, Berrypaw, Emberblossom, Junipersight" Owltail, Echokit, Darkkit,and Whitebird called out.
Spottedpaw made her way back to her family filled with pride.
Moonfeather licked the top of Spottedpaw's head.
Sunkit shrugged.
Moonfeather glared at him.
"Corgrats Spottedki-er-Paw!" Sunkit mewed
Thunderkit pounced on Spottedpaw excitingly"Cool! Now you can teach me every new move you learn!"

[AbsurdJinx]

[/CENTER]
"Oh, you're welcome! Don't you get compliments a lot?"
The cheerful tabby inquired, her bright blue hues sparkling as she looked at him in the most innocent manner. She heard the words 'grow up' a lot. But what if she didn't want to grow up? As far as she could tell, the older warriors in the Clan had a lot of problems. They looked on the dark side. They were depressing and grumbled and acted as though the world was ending over small things. If that was what growing up was, Hawkfeather didn't care to get much older. Nope, she would stay like this forever. Young and innocent and naive and happy... but she would be happy. That was the important thing to her, was happiness.
　
Maybe Hawkfeather had it all right. Maybe it was the others who had it wrong. Maybe growing up was just going to cause trouble. The tabby listened intently as Flareheart talked about the family that he wanted. It sounded amazing. All those kits, and a wonderful mate... Hawkfeather wished she'd had that type of family growing up. She had been an abandoned kit, left alone to fend for herself... but thankfully ThunderClan had taken her in, poor Hawkfeather would never have survived otherwise. She was quite certain that a very different story would have been told had ThunderClan not been so generous.
　
Who knew, she might even be dead by now. "I'd want lots of kits too! Ohmygosh, what if our kits grew up to be best friends!! That would be like, the coolest thing ever, right?" She stopped for a minute, thinking about the kind of mate she would want. Who did she want to father her kits? See, Hawkfeather didn't really understand that type of love. What drove someone to care for someone else so deeply? Hawkfeather loved everyone, but she didn't truly love anyone. There were different kinds. And she didn't understand the romantic, taking walks and late night talks, stargazing, cuddling type of love. Little crushes were also something she hadn't felt in quite a long time now.
　
It had been a very long time. "And I guess I don't really know who I would want my mate to be! Someone who's nice, definitely... and if they liked mornings too that would be great! Someone who could be my bestest friend and we would never ever get bored of each other. And we could play all the time... but it wouldn't be weird because we both had such a great time!" Hawkfeather's blue hues lit up cheerfully, and she grinned over at Flareheart with an expression that seemed to show how excited she was. But then again, Hawkfeather was often excited. No surprise there.
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Flareheart had shaken his head when Hawkfeather asked him if he got compliments frequently. No, he often proved himself to be much too annoying before he could receive anything positive. He always wondered why everybody found him irritating, as he genuinely believed he was quite a charming fellow. Then again, he seemed to be the only one who thought of himself like that. Others disliking for him never really bothered Flareheart, actually. He loved who he was, his personality, appearance, name, everything! So why should some mouse-brained stranger alter his views?

While Hawkfeather took a moment to think about her charming type of mate, Flareheart successfully slipped a response in. ``Of course it would be! They'll look after one another, I'm sure.`` He felt happy just thinking about two litters of kits looking after one another, perhaps eventually seeing each other as kin. He felt relieved that his nonexistent kits would have friends. And he was sure that when his imaginary offspring became real, they would have better luck with friendships than their father. Flareheart would've chuckled at this thought if Hawkfeather hadn't caught his attention.

He admired Hawkfeather's certainty as to what her mate would be like. Flareheart believed she would wait for her perfect soulmate, brushing past the toms who yearned to make her a fling. And her obliviousness to love would play a part in her journey, refraining her from falling into the paws of an ungrateful tom. Flareheart often felt disgusted with those who played with hearts. Yes, he was a flirt. No, he preferred to avoid breaking hearts. He'd flirt, and flirt, but be sure to let his `victim` know he was simply playing and wasn't expecting anything serious to form. And if his `victim` actually fell for him, well... He'll cross that river when he gets there. ``Wow,`` Flareheart breathed, somewhat intrigued with her idea of a significant other. Her dream mate was more than some stupid male who made decisions for her. Her dream mate would be her best friend, and Flareheart couldn't help but respect that. ``I'm positive your future mate will make you happy, and I truly believe your love will be genuine and mutual.`` Flareheart could be a sweetheart when he wanted to be. ``Now, tell me - Do you like rain? Or just water, in general? And what's your opinion on storms? Personally, I love the rain, and the puddles! But I cannot do anything larger than a pond - excluding the shallow parts. And I love storms! The thunder and lightening never scares me. And it rains! I love rain!``

[Dovekit12]

Moonfeather licked the top of Spottedpaw's head.
Sunkit shrugged.
Moonfeather glared at him.
"Corgrats Spottedki-er-Paw!" Sunkit mewed
Thunderkit pounced on Spottedpaw excitingly"Cool! Now you can teach me every new move you learn!"
Spottedkit meowed from under Thunderkit.

[graves]

The way Littlefoot described cranes made Stormwing want to see them so badly. So, his offer meant a lot... and her eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? That... that would be great, it sounds so beautiful," The silvery feline purred, her eyes flashing with that same excitement that had shown before, her stance becoming more and more relaxed. Okay. So it was proven that he wasn't going to hurt her, and they had at least one similar interest through birds... so Stormwing believed she was actually going to be okay. A flicker of surprise came over her features at this realization, and she decided as long as there wasn't too much attachment? She'd be fine. Littlefoot's request surprised her and her expression changed once more, before switching back to a more relaxed one. "Well, I... I was little, so I don't know if I can remember much, but... I remember I was just playing around with a friend and all of a sudden she got really quiet and I looked up, and... there was a hawk above the trees. It was beautiful but - you know - kinda scary at the time, too." Stormwing tried to picture the hawk in her mind, but it was a blurry and distorted image. Mainly because she hadn't seen one in quite some time, and also because she couldn't remember that particular event very well.

Littlefoot gave a humbled purr in response,"They mainly come out it mornings, its nice to have a sunrise by the river, the fog to cool your fur. They like to stand in the water-they have long legs so they arent pushed away. Theyre beautiful," the tom used to see them by his old twolegs lake. At times hed do anything to relive those moments. But he looked over towards Stormwing and it reminded him of why he was here-to have the true company he needed; other cats. He gave a small nod, listening to her. He didnt know why, but he couldnt stop smiling. Life had been pretty boring lately, wake up, eat, patrols and hunt, eat again, sit in the clearing alone, sleep, and repeat. But today he got the courage to talk to someone. Usually he was nervous, keeping away from most warrior seeing as he was labeled as an ex kittypet often. But this. It felt nice. It felt nice to talk to someone that he was growing more comfortable with, and he didnt even notice how he never stopped smiling.

[Empress Of Evil]

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.

The tom waited for a response and even braced himself. He wasn't sure how she would react and honestly, he was quite scared that she might snap at him. But he had to stay strong. He had to grow up and not jump at any sharp response, for that might upset her even more. He tried not to do anything like that, but it was hard. He was a good warrior and was quite well skilled for a cat of his age, but he was still easily scared. At least it wasn't as bad as apprenticehood. He had been quite the coward back then. "That's good," he murmured, pressing his nose to her cheek. On the outside, he was calm and loving. On the inside, he was sighing in relief. He was glad that she didn’t seemed angered at this point in time. But that could change at any moment. Just don’t do anything wrong, Stormstrike told himself, closing his eyes as he breathed in her scent.

“I’m fine.” He was doing quite well despite all the rain that had been pouring down recently. And despite her snappy attitude. He would put up with anything for Snowstar’s sake. “I think I’ve shaking him off my tail,” he purred, amusement flickering in his eyes as he moved back. “He's probably getting used to me,” he continued in a playful tone. Now that they were mates, the stormy pelted warrior had been spending a small portion of his time with Snowstar’s siblings when he felt like it. He had at first been a bit shy, but he was growing more comfortable around them.

[Mayflower]

Snowstar leapt onto the Highpeak, luckily in a much happier mood. Her gaze swept around the Clan, and she smiled before letting her call ring out. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highpeak for a Clan meeting!"

She took a deep breath, waiting for the cats to gather before she continued.

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"Spottedkit, Berrykit," Snowstar beckoned the kits forward. "You two have reached the age of six moons, and are ready to become apprentices. So from this day forward, you will be known as Spottedpaw and Berrypaw." She cleared her throat, looking over the crowd.

"Brindlestream ( Little Bird ), you are ready to take on an apprentice. You will mentor Spottedpaw. I trust you will pass down all you know onto her." Smiling, Snowstar turned to the next warrior.

"Oakfall ( Fox the Mighty ), you are also ready to become a mentor, so I assign you Berrypaw. I trust you will pass down all your knowledge onto him." Snowstar nodded gently, then turned to the next cats.

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"Emberpaw, Juniperpaw," Snowstar called the two apprentices forward, beaming as she flicked her tail. "I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to learn the ways of the warrior code, and I grant them their warrior names in turn. Emberpaw, Juniperpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and protect and defend the Clan, even at the cost of your lives?"

"I do."

"I do."

"Then from this day forward, Emberpaw, you shall be known as Emberblossom." Snowstar purred. "We honor your quick-wittedness and thoughtfulness and welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." With that, Snowstar turned to Juniperpaw.

"Juniperpaw, from this day forward you shall be known as Junipersight. We honor your determination and kindness and welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." Snowstar then raised her head. "Clan meeting dismissed." She called, then leaped off of the Highpeak.
Berrypaw smiled broadly, happily chanting his sister's name. He made his way up to Oakfall, touching noses with his new mentor. (@Fox The Mighty)

[lone]

Littlefoot gave a humbled purr in response,"They mainly come out it mornings, its nice to have a sunrise by the river, the fog to cool your fur. They like to stand in the water-they have long legs so they arent pushed away. Theyre beautiful," the tom used to see them by his old twolegs lake. At times hed do anything to relive those moments. But he looked over towards Stormwing and it reminded him of why he was here-to have the true company he needed; other cats. He gave a small nod, listening to her. He didnt know why, but he couldnt stop smiling. Life had been pretty boring lately, wake up, eat, patrols and hunt, eat again, sit in the clearing alone, sleep, and repeat. But today he got the courage to talk to someone. Usually he was nervous, keeping away from most warrior seeing as he was labeled as an ex kittypet often. But this. It felt nice. It felt nice to talk to someone that he was growing more comfortable with, and he didnt even notice how he never stopped smiling.



"They sound absolutely stunning. Did, um... did you ever see c-cranes when you were a k-kittypet or... or was it mostly just pigeons?" Stormwing asked. Very rarely did she meet a cat who was, known to her, an ex-kittypet. So understandably she was curious about what life as a kittypet was like. Had Littlefoot liked his twolegs? Had he thought of them as nice? Had they been good to him? And if so, how come he had left the twolegs? Stormwing would never be able to survive with twolegs' hairless paws touching her silky, beautiful silver fur... just the thought of that made her shudder in disgust and terror. How could a kittypet live like that? Not wanting to offend Littlefoot, she didn't voice her thoughts aloud, although horrible images continued to flash up in her mind. "S - so... do you, um, do you have a family?" The silvery cat asked, trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going. It was nice to be able to talk to a clanmate again. And especially someone who was so friendly. Stormwing had met some rude cats in the past, and she was glad not to be around them anymore. Every once in a while she would see them, but most of the time, they stayed away from her. And she from them.


Flareheart had shaken his head when Hawkfeather asked him if he got compliments frequently. No, he often proved himself to be much too annoying before he could receive anything positive. He always wondered why everybody found him irritating, as he genuinely believed he was quite a charming fellow. Then again, he seemed to be the only one who thought of himself like that. Others disliking for him never really bothered Flareheart, actually. He loved who he was, his personality, appearance, name, everything! So why should some mouse-brained stranger alter his views?


While Hawkfeather took a moment to think about her charming type of mate, Flareheart successfully slipped a response in. ``Of course it would be! They'll look after one another, I'm sure.`` He felt happy just thinking about two litters of kits looking after one another, perhaps eventually seeing each other as kin. He felt relieved that his nonexistent kits would have friends. And he was sure that when his imaginary offspring became real, they would have better luck with friendships than their father. Flareheart would've chuckled at this thought if Hawkfeather hadn't caught his attention.

He admired Hawkfeather's certainty as to what her mate would be like. Flareheart believed she would wait for her perfect soulmate, brushing past the toms who yearned to make her a fling. And her obliviousness to love would play a part in her journey, refraining her from falling into the paws of an ungrateful tom. Flareheart often felt disgusted with those who played with hearts. Yes, he was a flirt. No, he preferred to avoid breaking hearts. He'd flirt, and flirt, but be sure to let his `victim` know he was simply playing and wasn't expecting anything serious to form. And if his `victim` actually fell for him, well... He'll cross that river when he gets there. ``Wow,`` Flareheart breathed, somewhat intrigued with her idea of a significant other. Her dream mate was more than some stupid male who made decisions for her. Her dream mate would be her best friend, and Flareheart couldn't help but respect that. ``I'm positive your future mate will make you happy, and I truly believe your love will be genuine and mutual.`` Flareheart could be a sweetheart when he wanted to be. ``Now, tell me - Do you like rain? Or just water, in general? And what's your opinion on storms? Personally, I love the rain, and the puddles! But I cannot do anything larger than a pond - excluding the shallow parts. And I love storms! The thunder and lightening never scares me. And it rains! I love rain!``

"Awe, thanks so much Flareheart!! I bet your future mate will be great too, cause you deserve a really great cat! Everyone does. I think everyone should be with someone who makes them happy, don't you?" She asked with a bright grin. Hawkfeather understood that a mate was someone that you loved very much. You would do anything for them, you would die for them... they were your best friend. As far as she understood they were, anyways. But she didn't get what love was. How could you care about someone so much you were willing to die for them? Hawkfeather couldn't bring herself to that point of understanding, although it didn't frustrate her too much.
　
And she knew that once you had a mate, you were with them forever. Never seperated. That was why it confused her so much when she heard of she cats or toms getting "left" by their mates. Who would do something terrible like that? Hawkfeather knew she would never leave her mate. But, what she didn't know was that in order to have a mate she was first going to have to learn how to love. And that was something that would take quite a bit of time. Especially with her current understanding of the word. At his talk about rain, and water, Hawkfeather's blue eyes seemed to brighten.
　
"I love rain!! Well, depending on how hard it's raining - sometimes rain scares me, if there's a lot of it, because you know - flooding and stuff. I was not made to swim at all, but that's okay! I can run and jump and do agility stuff just fine... so I guess that's my special talent! I don't like water that much though, or at least any water that comes up to my belly fur. But storms are great, amazing, perfect! I like to watch the lightning, it looks so pretty against the sky - and yeah, then I get to go out and play in the rain!" Hawkfeather stopped for a moment, and then let out a rather overexaggerated gasp.
　
Even though she was just around the age of twenty-five moons, she still acted as though she were a young kit. Though what others said about her never bothered her, why should it? They were entitled to their opinions, as she was to hers!
　
And her opinion was that she was just perfect the way she was. Everyone was! Even the mean cats she had met, because without them, no one would ever learn the truth about themselves! "Ohmygosh, next time it rains we totally have to go play in the rain together! Have you ever been tackled into a puddle? Because I have and it was somuchfun!" When Hawkfeather got excited, she had a tendancy to string words together very quickly and make them almost inaudible. A spark of mischief entered her hues after she spoke and she grinned at Flareheart, before getting to her paws and crouching down.
　
"It was like this!"
　
After speaking, the tabby feline sprang at him and aimed to tackle him - pin him down - all in fun, of course, her claws were carefully sheathed and she would be careful not to squish him beneath her.

[graves]

"They sound absolutely stunning. Did, um... did you ever see c-cranes when you were a k-kittypet or... or was it mostly just pigeons?" Stormwing asked. Very rarely did she meet a cat who was, known to her, an ex-kittypet. So understandably she was curious about what life as a kittypet was like. Had Littlefoot liked his twolegs? Had he thought of them as nice? Had they been good to him? And if so, how come he had left the twolegs? Stormwing would never be able to survive with twolegs' hairless paws touching her silky, beautiful silver fur... just the thought of that made her shudder in disgust and terror. How could a kittypet live like that? Not wanting to offend Littlefoot, she didn't voice her thoughts aloud, although horrible images continued to flash up in her mind. "S - so... do you, um, do you have a family?" The silvery cat asked, trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going. It was nice to be able to talk to a clanmate again. And especially someone who was so friendly. Stormwing had met some rude cats in the past, and she was glad not to be around them anymore. Every once in a while she would see them, but most of the time, they stayed away from her. And she from them.



"Awe, thanks so much Flareheart!! I bet your future mate will be great too, cause you deserve a really great cat! Everyone does. I think everyone should be with someone who makes them happy, don't you?" She asked with a bright grin. Hawkfeather understood that a mate was someone that you loved very much. You would do anything for them, you would die for them... they were your best friend. As far as she understood they were, anyways. But she didn't get what love was. How could you care about someone so much you were willing to die for them? Hawkfeather couldn't bring herself to that point of understanding, although it didn't frustrate her too much.
　
And she knew that once you had a mate, you were with them forever. Never seperated. That was why it confused her so much when she heard of she cats or toms getting "left" by their mates. Who would do something terrible like that? Hawkfeather knew she would never leave her mate. But, what she didn't know was that in order to have a mate she was first going to have to learn how to love. And that was something that would take quite a bit of time. Especially with her current understanding of the word. At his talk about rain, and water, Hawkfeather's blue eyes seemed to brighten.
　
"I love rain!! Well, depending on how hard it's raining - sometimes rain scares me, if there's a lot of it, because you know - flooding and stuff. I was not made to swim at all, but that's okay! I can run and jump and do agility stuff just fine... so I guess that's my special talent! I don't like water that much though, or at least any water that comes up to my belly fur. But storms are great, amazing, perfect! I like to watch the lightning, it looks so pretty against the sky - and yeah, then I get to go out and play in the rain!" Hawkfeather stopped for a moment, and then let out a rather overexaggerated gasp.
　
Even though she was just around the age of twenty-five moons, she still acted as though she were a young kit. Though what others said about her never bothered her, why should it? They were entitled to their opinions, as she was to hers!
　
And her opinion was that she was just perfect the way she was. Everyone was! Even the mean cats she had met, because without them, no one would ever learn the truth about themselves! "Ohmygosh, next time it rains we totally have to go play in the rain together! Have you ever been tackled into a puddle? Because I have and it was somuchfun!" When Hawkfeather got excited, she had a tendancy to string words together very quickly and make them almost inaudible. A spark of mischief entered her hues after she spoke and she grinned at Flareheart, before getting to her paws and crouching down.
　
"It was like this!"
　
After speaking, the tabby feline sprang at him and aimed to tackle him - pin him down - all in fun, of course, her claws were carefully sheathed and she would be careful not to squish him beneath her.

"I saw both, and many other birds. My nofur had many of them, and I lived by the forest so I would see them alot." the tom replied. His thoughts went back to his nofur. He could faintly remember what she looked like at this point, he couldnt remember much. He could remember the bond he had with a parrot she owned though, his name with feather. He could remember how the bird would snug close to his fur when it got cold, their nofur would coo over them and their bond. "I dont have family I can remember, Kittypets are taken away from their families when they are still kits, so I dont know my family that well." his tone was softer, really thinking about it. He could remember his mothers scent, the sweet scent of warm milk and her soft soft fur. He doesnt remember his father, or even what his mother looked like. Did he have siblings? Were they still alive? Littlefoot didnt know, but he left that life behind him. He couldnt really be sad about it seeing as he didnt remember anything, but it was at times when he saw two siblings laugh together, or a mother care for her kits in the clearing at made Littlefoot a bit sad at times, seeing he never got that. "My nofur was my family."

[lone]

"I saw both, and many other birds. My nofur had many of them, and I lived by the forest so I would see them alot." the tom replied. His thoughts went back to his nofur. He could faintly remember what she looked like at this point, he couldnt remember much. He could remember the bond he had with a parrot she owned though, his name with feather. He could remember how the bird would snug close to his fur when it got cold, their nofur would coo over them and their bond. "I dont have family I can remember, Kittypets are taken away from their families when they are still kits, so I dont know my family that well." his tone was softer, really thinking about it. He could remember his mothers scent, the sweet scent of warm milk and her soft soft fur. He doesnt remember his father, or even what his mother looked like. Did he have siblings? Were they still alive? Littlefoot didnt know, but he left that life behind him. He couldnt really be sad about it seeing as he didnt remember anything, but it was at times when he saw two siblings laugh together, or a mother care for her kits in the clearing at made Littlefoot a bit sad at times, seeing he never got that. "My nofur was my family."

"I'm... s-sorry about your f-family, I... didn't - I didn't think... I mean, I didn't k-know..." Stormwing stammered. That's really sad, she thought as she glanced down at her paws. Here she was, trying to avoid subjects that might be touchy for the tom, and she had landed on family? What kind of a subject was that? Still, Stormwing tried to find a way to continue their talk. She was liking speaking with this tom, despite the fact that she was so nervous. After all, it was to be expected. Stormwing was often nervous. "B-but that's cool about the b-birds, birds are... are pretty, th - they're so free... s-sometimes I wish I could be a bird." Did that sound stupid? The silvery tabby thought with a nervous expression coming over her features. The fact that she was wishing she were a bird was a little weird, but if she could only explain... find the words to say how free and happy they looked and sounded, how they seemed to raise their families in such loving ways, how close flocks of birds seemed... she had only seen one or two really big flocks of birds before, but they looked almost intelligent enough to speak. She wished she could talk to the birds sometimes, too... though that was a dream that she would wait to share with Littlefoot until she knew him a little better.

[Beam]

(gotta go to bed ;w;, reply tomorrow) Beam
Wanna continue this?

Lynxkit's head was tilted as she watched the kit continued to dig, like she'd been planning this. Blinking, Lynxkit just sort of watched. She'd never seen a kit do something like this. Sitting, her tail curled as she watched the kits paws tear at plants and avoid thorns, making it a certain size it seemed like. It was odd, but sort of.. interesting. She opened her maw to say something, but decided against it as the words had yet to form an interesting or decent sentence that would leave her maw. She broke the kit's concentration, feeling a bit bad for startling her, but also feeling very confused and a bit excited. She smiled politely at the kit, trying to look as friendly as possible.

"Er - I've heard a queen call you're name a few times." She replied with a shrug. "So, if you don't mind me asking, why are you digging?" She asked, the scent of freshly torn dirt and plants in the air as Lynxkit looked at Timberkit. She had a feeling the kit would be her friend, maybe, because she seemed nice. But she was kind of weird. At least, somewhat, as she was digging a huge hole and had yet to tell Lynxkit what in StarClan's name it was for. She'd never heard of a kit just..digging. Contrary to popular belief, the small cats mostly had reasons for doing what they did. Lynxkit always thought most things through, not one to randomly act on impulse. Due to this, she knew Timberkit probably had a reason.
Timberkit turned to face Lynxkit again, her paws smeared with dirt. Sh wasn't sure how to respond this kit, but part of her hoped that she wouldn't ask about the digging, but part of her would. It wasn't very logical to have Timberkit alone in her bubble when no one can share and play in it with her. Right?

"I'm building a tunnel." Timberkit told Lynxkit proudly, puffing out her chest and flexing her claws, "I'm going to go in between the camp wall and find a little clearing where I can hang out. Its a secret, though." she cringed, if it was a secret, why did she tell Lynxkit like it was a casualty? She shoved her head down, her tail flicking annoyingly. "Just, don't tell anyone. Okay?"

[wickedvirtues]

Timberkit turned to face Lynxkit again, her paws smeared with dirt. Sh wasn't sure how to respond this kit, but part of her hoped that she wouldn't ask about the digging, but part of her would. It wasn't very logical to have Timberkit alone in her bubble when no one can share and play in it with her. Right?

"I'm building a tunnel." Timberkit told Lynxkit proudly, puffing out her chest and flexing her claws, "I'm going to go in between the camp wall and find a little clearing where I can hang out. Its a secret, though." she cringed, if it was a secret, why did she tell Lynxkit like it was a casualty? She shoved her head down, her tail flicking annoyingly. "Just, don't tell anyone. Okay?"

"Okay.." Lynxkit replied, well, now it was somewhat less confusing. "I won't tell, I promise!" She chirped, her tail curling as she grinned. The idea of keeping a little bubble interested Lynxkit, who could escape there if she needed. She already liked Timberkit, and what good would a bubble with just one cat be? She fluffed out her pelt, her tiny nub of a tail twitching slightly, her eyes glittering with curiosity as she purred. Perhaps they'd become great friends? Lynxkit didn't get too carried away yet, as she'd just met the cat. She glanced around the nursery, ears pricked and nose twitching for a second before she turned her attention back to the tunnel and Timberkit.

Lynxkit didn't fully understand why she looked so embarrassed, or annoyed, or whatever emotion. She stood, glancing at the tunnel with amazement. She didn't say anything, as to not distract Timberkit, but purred and began to groom her pelt, her eyes sliding over to check on her progress every few minutes. The sounds of digging were now ones Lynxkit recognized almost instantly.

[Beam]

"Okay.." Lynxkit replied, well, now it was somewhat less confusing. "I won't tell, I promise!" She chirped, her tail curling as she grinned. The idea of keeping a little bubble interested Lynxkit, who could escape there if she needed. She already liked Timberkit, and what good would a bubble with just one cat be? She fluffed out her pelt, her tiny nub of a tail twitching slightly, her eyes glittering with curiosity as she purred. Perhaps they'd become great friends? Lynxkit didn't get too carried away yet, as she'd just met the cat. She glanced around the nursery, ears pricked and nose twitching for a second before she turned her attention back to the tunnel and Timberkit.

Lynxkit didn't fully understand why she looked so embarrassed, or annoyed, or whatever emotion. She stood, glancing at the tunnel with amazement. She didn't say anything, as to not distract Timberkit, but purred and began to groom her pelt, her eyes sliding over to check on her progress every few minutes. The sounds of digging were now ones Lynxkit recognized almost instantly.
Timberkit smiled in relief, she liked Lynxkit already. If she wouldn't tell anyone, then she would be a good candidate to share it with. Well, her only candidate. Timberkit picked up a paw and prodded at the hole, scratching away a few more layers of dirt to progress a few inches, she felt the feeling of a slight awkwardly settle over her, so she turned back to the short-tailed kit.

"IT should be our bubble." She suggested happily. "No one would ever find out! It'll be so boringwithout anyone to share it with, y'know?" She flicked her ears nd curled her tail with a pleasant feeling. Perhaps she and Lynxkit would become partners in crime. "Plus, its really hard to dig by myself."

[wickedvirtues]

Timberkit smiled in relief, she liked Lynxkit already. If she wouldn't tell anyone, then she would be a good candidate to share it with. Well, her only candidate. Timberkit picked up a paw and prodded at the hole, scratching away a few more layers of dirt to progress a few inches, she felt the feeling of a slight awkwardly settle over her, so she turned back to the short-tailed kit.

"IT should be our bubble." She suggested happily. "No one would ever find out! It'll be so boringwithout anyone to share it with, y'know?" She flicked her ears nd curled her tail with a pleasant feeling. Perhaps she and Lynxkit would become partners in crime. "Plus, its really hard to dig by myself."

"Sure!" Lynxkit chirped, a wide grin on her face.
(I'll finish it in a minute, shower ;w; )

[Foggy22]

"Sure!" Lynxkit chirped, a wide grin on her face.
(I'll finish it in a minute, shower ;w; )

(Could I join you guys? I'm lonely and I just started on this site. Also, what I asked by my previous post here, how do I make text italic?)

[wickedvirtues]

(Could I join you guys? I'm lonely and I just started on this site. Also, what I asked by my previous post here, how do I make text italic?)

(if Beam is okay with it, sure! Also you hit the little I and then put the text you want italic inside the little I in the brackets like this

[Beam]

(if Beam is okay with it, sure! Also you hit the little I and then put the text you want italic inside the little I in the brackets like this
Fine with me :) ArcticCookie

[graves]

"I'm... s-sorry about your f-family, I... didn't - I didn't think... I mean, I didn't k-know..." Stormwing stammered. That's really sad, she thought as she glanced down at her paws. Here she was, trying to avoid subjects that might be touchy for the tom, and she had landed on family? What kind of a subject was that? Still, Stormwing tried to find a way to continue their talk. She was liking speaking with this tom, despite the fact that she was so nervous. After all, it was to be expected. Stormwing was often nervous. "B-but that's cool about the b-birds, birds are... are pretty, th - they're so free... s-sometimes I wish I could be a bird." Did that sound stupid? The silvery tabby thought with a nervous expression coming over her features. The fact that she was wishing she were a bird was a little weird, but if she could only explain... find the words to say how free and happy they looked and sounded, how they seemed to raise their families in such loving ways, how close flocks of birds seemed... she had only seen one or two really big flocks of birds before, but they looked almost intelligent enough to speak. She wished she could talk to the birds sometimes, too... though that was a dream that she would wait to share with Littlefoot until she knew him a little better.[/CENTER]
Littlefoot shook his head immediately,"No its alright. I wouldnt expect you to know that about me, dont sweat it." he said quickly. He didnt want the shecat to feel bad, she didnt know that. Most cats didnt know that about kittypets anyhow, seeing as they were clan cats. But he nodded along to the warrior, nodding in agreement. "I feel like that too at times. I wonder what life could be from the sky, you could go any where you wanted and travel the world." he mewed, looking up towards the sky. He yearned for that sense of freedom. But it was a reason why he made the tough choice to leave his sweet old housefolk.

[lone]

Littlefoot shook his head immediately,"No its alright. I wouldnt expect you to know that about me, dont sweat it." he said quickly. He didnt want the shecat to feel bad, she didnt know that. Most cats didnt know that about kittypets anyhow, seeing as they were clan cats. But he nodded along to the warrior, nodding in agreement. "I feel like that too at times. I wonder what life could be from the sky, you could go any where you wanted and travel the world." he mewed, looking up towards the sky. He yearned for that sense of freedom. But it was a reason why he made the tough choice to leave his sweet old housefolk.
The silver tabby nodded as he spoke, although she couldn't help that underlying feeling of guilt. It was something Stormwing had every time she felt as though she had messed up. And, the fact that Littlefoot was telling her it was okay made her feel a hundred - no, a thousand - times better. The feline gave him a look of surprise as he mentioned the birds again... really? He felt that way too? "Y - yes! You get it, it's... I... I w - wasn't expecting, I mean, a lot... a lot of cats d - don't really... understand." She mewed, her blue hues lighting up with excitement as she watched the tom. It made her happy to know that there was, at least, someone who got it. Someone who realized how she felt. Sometimes Stormwing wondered what it would be like to leave the Clan. To just go altogether, to forget about life here - and leave. There wasn't much waiting for her here, anyhow. And there wasn't much holding her here either. Fennelnose didn't like her. Everyone she had loved was either dead or gone. So what, pray tell, did Stormwing have going for her here?

[graves]

The silver tabby nodded as he spoke, although she couldn't help that underlying feeling of guilt. It was something Stormwing had every time she felt as though she had messed up. And, the fact that Littlefoot was telling her it was okay made her feel a hundred - no, a thousand - times better. The feline gave him a look of surprise as he mentioned the birds again... really? He felt that way too? "Y - yes! You get it, it's... I... I w - wasn't expecting, I mean, a lot... a lot of cats d - don't really... understand." She mewed, her blue hues lighting up with excitement as she watched the tom. It made her happy to know that there was, at least, someone who got it. Someone who realized how she felt. Sometimes Stormwing wondered what it would be like to leave the Clan. To just go altogether, to forget about life here - and leave. There wasn't much waiting for her here, anyhow. And there wasn't much holding her here either. Fennelnose didn't like her. Everyone she had loved was either dead or gone. So what, pray tell, did Stormwing have going for her here?
"Sometimes life gets to much and you just want to fly away, I get it."Littlefoot felt that way at times before he ran away from his housefolk. As a kittypet you didnt have anybody but your housefolk, if you were lucky they had two cats, but not many. He lonely. its why he connected with birds so much. They could fly any where they wanted, interact with anyone they wanted, feel the wind and their feathers and fly until they couldnt anymore. He felt like that in the clans at times. He was about of an outcast, he didnt talk much and didnt have that many friends to begin with. He felt lonely despite being around so many cats. Its why talking to Stormwing felt so refreshing, even if she was a bit shy, Littlefoot didnt mind one bit. "But sometimes birds fly home because they forgot something that was good there."

[Foggy22]

Fine with me :) ArcticCookie
(ok, thanks!

(gotta go to bed ;w;, reply tomorrow) Beam
Wanna continue this?

Lynxkit's head was tilted as she watched the kit continued to dig, like she'd been planning this. Blinking, Lynxkit just sort of watched. She'd never seen a kit do something like this. Sitting, her tail curled as she watched the kits paws tear at plants and avoid thorns, making it a certain size it seemed like. It was odd, but sort of.. interesting. She opened her maw to say something, but decided against it as the words had yet to form an interesting or decent sentence that would leave her maw. She broke the kit's concentration, feeling a bit bad for startling her, but also feeling very confused and a bit excited. She smiled politely at the kit, trying to look as friendly as possible.

"Er - I've heard a queen call you're name a few times." She replied with a shrug. "So, if you don't mind me asking, why are you digging?" She asked, the scent of freshly torn dirt and plants in the air as Lynxkit looked at Timberkit. She had a feeling the kit would be her friend, maybe, because she seemed nice. But she was kind of weird. At least, somewhat, as she was digging a huge hole and had yet to tell Lynxkit what in StarClan's name it was for. She'd never heard of a kit just..digging. Contrary to popular belief, the small cats mostly had reasons for doing what they did. Lynxkit always thought most things through, not one to randomly act on impulse. Due to this, she knew Timberkit probably had a reason.

Fogkit woke up to hearing two kits talking. [I]Do they have to do that now? She grumbled, still sleepy. She stood up and shook her light grey with darker splotched pelt. She wondered what they were doing. She didn't know very many kits in the nursery, as she preferred to keep to herself and observe everything around her. Should I go talk to them? It would be good to have a few friends, I guess. She thought. Gathering all her confidence, she walked up to the two kits. "H-hi, I'm Fogkit," Fogkit said nervously. "I don't mean to be noisy, but what are you doing?"

(I got it! I finally got how to make it italic! Yaayy! Thanks for helping me)

[wickedvirtues]

(ok, thanks!



Fogkit woke up to hearing two kits talking. [I]Do they have to do that now? She grumbled, still sleepy. She stood up and shook her light grey with darker splotched pelt. She wondered what they were doing. She didn't know very many kits in the nursery, as she preferred to keep to herself and observe everything around her. Should I go talk to them? It would be good to have a few friends, I guess. She thought. Gathering all her confidence, she walked up to the two kits. "H-hi, I'm Fogkit," Fogkit said nervously. "I don't mean to be noisy, but what are you doing?"

(I got it! I finally got how to make it italic! Yaayy! Thanks for helping me)

Lynxkit squeaked, turning to Fogkit. "Uh..we're.." she turned to Timberkit. "Doing something..." she finished awkwardly, being a terrible liar. Her eyes pleaded for help from Timberkit as she cast a meek grin at Fogkit. "So uh.. yeah." She added, her tail twitching and eyes darting anywhere to avoid contact with Fogkit's. Lynxkit blocked most of where had been dug, so it wasn't completely obvious. She kneaded her claws into the dirt, her ears slightly pinning back. "I-I don't know you're name! What is it?" She asked, trying to change the topic.

[lone]

"Sometimes life gets to much and you just want to fly away, I get it."Littlefoot felt that way at times before he ran away from his housefolk. As a kittypet you didnt have anybody but your housefolk, if you were lucky they had two cats, but not many. He lonely. its why he connected with birds so much. They could fly any where they wanted, interact with anyone they wanted, feel the wind and their feathers and fly until they couldnt anymore. He felt like that in the clans at times. He was about of an outcast, he didnt talk much and didnt have that many friends to begin with. He felt lonely despite being around so many cats. Its why talking to Stormwing felt so refreshing, even if she was a bit shy, Littlefoot didnt mind one bit. "But sometimes birds fly home because they forgot something that was good there."
Stormwing nodded, the silvery tabby watching him closely. It would be nice to be able to just... fly away. Life was hard at times, especially now, for Stormwing. If only she were a bird. Birds got along with everyone. Birds gave food to others and they rid the world of pesky bugs - which Stormwing appreciated. Everyone loved birds, because they were so graceful and beautiful and... free. Sometimes birds fly home because they forgot something that was good there. That made sense. Biting her lip hesitantly, Stormwing finally spoke after a moment - her eyes slightly fearful, though not overly so. "B - but what if... wh - what if a bird w - went home and... and th - there was n - no one waiting for them?" It was metaphorical, of course - Stormwing guessed birds probably would always have someone waiting for them. As for her, well... once upon a time she would have answered yes without a doubt. Now? She wasn't so sure.

[graves]

Stormwing nodded, the silvery tabby watching him closely. It would be nice to be able to just... fly away. Life was hard at times, especially now, for Stormwing. If only she were a bird. Birds got along with everyone. Birds gave food to others and they rid the world of pesky bugs - which Stormwing appreciated. Everyone loved birds, because they were so graceful and beautiful and... free. Sometimes birds fly home because they forgot something that was good there. That made sense. Biting her lip hesitantly, Stormwing finally spoke after a moment - her eyes slightly fearful, though not overly so. "B - but what if... wh - what if a bird w - went home and... and th - there was n - no one waiting for them?" It was metaphorical, of course - Stormwing guessed birds probably would always have someone waiting for them. As for her, well... once upon a time she would have answered yes without a doubt. Now? She wasn't so sure.
Littlefoot turned his gaze to her, green hues focused. He wasnt dumb of course, he knew that the question was most likely directed at herself. "They'll find something good before they go. Theres always something good." Littlefoot tried to stay on the positive side of things. Even when he felt lonely, he felt that nothing was going to happen with his life, he always managed to wake up in the morning to start his dayl To wake up and do something. He had hope something good would come to him eventually, he knew maybe one day he wouldnt be lonely anymore.

[bright !]

Duststorm
(heh im not the best at starters, also im sorry it took so long! ^^’)

Geyserpaw had just finished a day of training, as well as caring for the elders. You know, the usual tasks of an apprentice. But there was still homehow plenty of daylight left. Maybe she got it done too quick? Oh well. That meant more time to relax and get ready for the next day. She stretched, failing to suppress a yawn while her rump in the air. She was tired, yet not ready for sleep. She heard a quiet, low grumble, and could feel the growl from her stomach begging for food. Her relaxed, nonchalant eyes laid upon the fresh kill pile, and spotted a juicy-looking vole.

She felt as if she deserved a good meal after her long day. Well, what felt like a long day at least. She padded over to the pile of killed prey, her fluffy, long-furred tail dragging behind her. She licked her lips before picking it up by the back of it’s neck and bringing it back to the comfy spot in the clearing she often sat in. It was quite exposed to the sun and warmed her pelt. But on days that were a little too hot for her comfort, she'd sit in the cool shade to relax and maybe even go off to get a drink. But today, it was okay. It was unusual for such a thick-furred cat like her to have fun in the sun, but she didn't get what others were talking about when they said that. Nor did she understand when they were complaining about it. Well, actually it just depended on the day, really. She sat on her haunches, bowing her head to reach down to the large vole at her paws. She took her first bite, and it was just as she expected.

[lone]

Littlefoot turned his gaze to her, green hues focused. He wasnt dumb of course, he knew that the question was most likely directed at herself. "They'll find something good before they go. Theres always something good." Littlefoot tried to stay on the positive side of things. Even when he felt lonely, he felt that nothing was going to happen with his life, he always managed to wake up in the morning to start his dayl To wake up and do something. He had hope something good would come to him eventually, he knew maybe one day he wouldnt be lonely anymore.
Stormwing wasn't quite sure what to say or do now. Littlefoot was so easy to talk to, she wanted to tell him everything... but at the same time, she was afraid to. What would he think? She didn't have a real family - well, they were real to her, but they were adoptive - everyone she had loved, as in romantically, was gone... and her friends, well, Stormwing didn't see them too often. Forget analogies. The silver cat thought. If this tom was so easy to talk to, she would just go ahead and tell him. "Everyone I l-loved left me... I mean l - like, romantically, a - and... and I... I don't know wh - where my biological f - family is, I don't s - see my friends in the C - Clan... I love being a warrior, b- but I, I... what is there for m - me here?" She asked, her blue eyes beginning to well up with tears. "I k - know, I'm pathetic. L - leave if you w - want, I'm... used to it." It took everything in her not to burst into tears as she completed her statement.

[Soup]

Stonewater padded over to the Fresh Kill Pile, his grey pelt looking like a storm cloud as he gently picked up a thrush from the pile, and went to sit underneath a tree.

[RedHead]

A silky, fluffy white tail swished through the air, vibrant green eyes focused on the moss ball in front of him. Lightningbugkit was out in the early dawn sunrise, having gotten up even before his mother. The young kit usually wasn't an early riser, but he had gotten to bed early last night. But not because of his choice, oh no. He had been causing trouble with his brother, Fireflykit. The two had decided to cover themselves in miss and run all around camp, getting underneath everyone's paws. They had taken a good amount of loss from their best, and Brightleaf, their mother, had been livid. Thankfully Rustysoot, as always, had been there to calm her down, and she had not punished the twins as harshly as she probably would have. Lightningbugkit loved both of his parents dearly, but sometimes he hated that Brightleaf always ruined his and his brother's fun. But, he knew she only did it because she wanted them to be strong, loyal, obedient warriors.

The golden tom leaped for the moss ball, but only being a 3 moon old kit, he misjudged his leap, and landed right in front of it. Though, his paw hit the edge of it, and it bounced up, smacking Lightningbugkit right in the face, causing loss to explode all over his face. "pooottttfffl! That was such a fail. Where's my brother so I can watch him fail now?"" Lightningbugkit meowed, spitting moss out of his mouth but laughing at the same time. He would never purposely want to watch his brother get harmed, or even fail for that matter.
Empress Of Evil Constellation

[graves]

Stormwing wasn't quite sure what to say or do now. Littlefoot was so easy to talk to, she wanted to tell him everything... but at the same time, she was afraid to. What would he think? She didn't have a real family - well, they were real to her, but they were adoptive - everyone she had loved, as in romantically, was gone... and her friends, well, Stormwing didn't see them too often. Forget analogies. The silver cat thought. If this tom was so easy to talk to, she would just go ahead and tell him. "Everyone I l-loved left me... I mean l - like, romantically, a - and... and I... I don't know wh - where my biological f - family is, I don't s - see my friends in the C - Clan... I love being a warrior, b- but I, I... what is there for m - me here?" She asked, her blue eyes beginning to well up with tears. "I k - know, I'm pathetic. L - leave if you w - want, I'm... used to it." It took everything in her not to burst into tears as she completed her statement.
His heart broke. Immediately on instinct he pressed close to her in comfort, allowed his tongue to graze gently across her cheek. "Im not going any where Stormwing." his voice sounded serious, not perky and happy like before. He was serious. He may have just met the shecat and all,but he felt an immediate connection. he thought for a moment. It seemed they were in the same boat regarding feeling like...they had nothing. He felt for Stormwing. She felt alone. Like everyone had left her. Like everyone would leave her if she opened up. That if she even got excited or seemed to interested that the cat would leave her. It only made Littlefoot move closer. "Youre not alone. Im going to be here." he mewed softly. "I cant answer everything that happens in this world, why things happen to good cats. On whats keeping you here but." he sighed. He wished he could take all of her problems away,"I'll be here to support you. Im not leaving."

[Foggy22]

Lynxkit squeaked, turning to Fogkit. "Uh..we're.." she turned to Timberkit. "Doing something..." she finished awkwardly, being a terrible liar. Her eyes pleaded for help from Timberkit as she cast a meek grin at Fogkit. "So uh.. yeah." She added, her tail twitching and eyes darting anywhere to avoid contact with Fogkit's. Lynxkit blocked most of where had been dug, so it wasn't completely obvious. She kneaded her claws into the dirt, her ears slightly pinning back. "I-I don't know you're name! What is it?" She asked, trying to change the topic.

Fogkit looked unsurely at the kit that had just spoken. "My name is Fogkit? I-I just said..." Fogkit tried to look behind the two kits. She could smell fresh earth, and could see that the other kit's paws were muddy. "We're you digging?" she asked curiously. Why did they seem so secretive? Fogkit thought curiously.

[Cosmo]

AnayaDusksong
Jusniffles

Creamfrost looked down at the bundle lying at her stomach. The small little thing. Only one, yet she exhausted. Creamfrost knew, from what her sister had told her that giving birth to kits was hard. But she was still exhausted. One thing remaned now, luckily one that wasn't tiring, naming him. Though it wouldn't exhaust her, it was a hard thing to do. What name would fit the little thing?

[Jusniffles]

AnayaDusksong
Jusniffles

Creamfrost looked down at the bundle lying at her stomach. The small little thing. Only one, yet she exhausted. Creamfrost knew, from what her sister had told her that giving birth to kits was hard. But she was still exhausted. One thing remaned now, luckily one that wasn't tiring, naming him. Though it wouldn't exhaust her, it was a hard thing to do. What name would fit the little thing?


The small scrap of fur was quite big for a newborn kit. Big and strong, that's for sure; just like his father. He had long golden-brown fur that grew extra long around his neck. That fur looked like a mane. In fact, the little kit looked like a lion.

[AnayaDusksong]

Little Bird
Jusniffles

Goldenstorm dashed into the nursery and looked around for his mate. "Creamfrost!" he called. It was then that he noticed the yellowish she-cat curled up in one of the nests with a small body tucked in the curve of her belly. "Creamfrost, there you are. I almost jumped out of my fur when Gingerstep told me you were having your kits!" The large tom trotted forward and sat at her side, then with a glance at her kit he added, "From what I see here, I guess it was true! Is he the only one?"

[Cosmo]

Little Bird
Jusniffles

Goldenstorm dashed into the nursery and looked around for his mate. "Creamfrost!" he called. It was then that he noticed the yellowish she-cat curled up in one of the nests with a small body tucked in the curve of her belly. "Creamfrost, there you are. I almost jumped out of my fur when Gingerstep told me you were having your kits!" The large tom trotted forward and sat at her side, then with a glance at her kit he added, "From what I see here, I guess it was true! Is he the only one?"

The small scrap of fur was quite big for a newborn kit. Big and strong, that's for sure; just like his father. He had long golden-brown fur that grew extra long around his neck. That fur looked like a mane. In fact, the little kit looked like a lion.


Creamfrost looked up, her gaze catching on her mate; Goldenstorm. The small molly nodded. "He is." she answered, her heart sinking a bit. He wasn't mad that there was only one, was he? Creamfrost thought that was silly, but mostly she was scared. The little tom was so special to her, she didn't want Goldenstorm to be made because he was the only one. "What should we name him?" she asked, quickly changing the subject.

[Jusniffles]

Creamfrost looked up, her gaze catching on her mate; Goldenstorm. The small molly nodded. "He is." she answered, her heart sinking a bit. He wasn't mad that there was only one, was he? Creamfrost thought that was silly, but mostly she was scared. The little tom was so special to her, she didn't want Goldenstorm to be made because he was the only one. "What should we name him?" she asked, quickly changing the subject.


The tom crawled forward, pulling himself with strong front paws. He let out a loud mewl, almost like a lion's roar, before suckling at his mother's belly for the sweet milk she had.

[AnayaDusksong]

Jusniffles
Little Bird

Goldenstorm smiled at his mate, then his kit. What a perfect little tom, he thought. "Hmm... Well, with all that fluff around his neck, he looks like a little lion." The tom swept his bushy tail around the tiny bundle. "What do you think of Lionkit?"

[Cosmo]

Jusniffles
Little Bird

Goldenstorm smiled at his mate, then his kit. What a perfect little tom, he thought. "Hmm... Well, with all that fluff around his neck, he looks like a little lion." The tom swept his bushy tail around the tiny bundle. "What do you think of Lionkit?"
The tom crawled forward, pulling himself with strong front paws. He let out a loud mewl, almost like a lion's roar, before suckling at his mother's belly for the sweet milk she had.


Creamfrost smiled in relief. He did care about his kit. "Lionkit, Lionkit.." she said, testing out the name. Having heard his little meow like lion, she agreed. The name suited him. "Lionkit it is." she stated, looking down at the little tom. "My little Lionkit." she murmured, rasping her tongue over the suckling kit.

[Jusniffles]

Creamfrost smiled in relief. He did care about his kit. "Lionkit, Lionkit.." she said, testing out the name. Having heard his little meow like lion, she agreed. The name suited him. "Lionkit it is." she stated, looking down at the little tom. "My little Lionkit." she murmured, rasping her tongue over the suckling kit.


The small kit started purring at the affection from both parents. Once he finished suckling, he drifted off to sleep at the curve of his mother's belly.

[AnayaDusksong]

Little Bird
Jusniffles

Goldenstorm's heart warmed as Lionkit's name was found and he realized he now had a kit to call his own. He could remember how his mother had often teased him when he was an apprentice, saying that she was never getting any grandkits from him -- he had been very shy and submissive back then, after all. He wondered if she was watching him now, and if she could see his beautiful mate and wonderful son. Goldenstorm missed his mother, but he took comfort in imagining how proud she was of him now.

"Well," he mewed softly to Creamfrost as Lionkit began to drift off, "I'd better go hunting -- you'll need to eat and keep your strength up if you're going to be providing for this little fuzzball day and night." Goldenstorm touched his nose to the she-cat's ear. "See you soon." With that, he stalked out of the nursery, feeling like a kit himself.

[Jusniffles]

Little Bird
AnayaDusksong

((Timeskip? Maybe to the point where Lionkit's eyes are still closed, but he begins to talk and move around?))

[AnayaDusksong]

Jusniffles
LittleBird

((Sounds good to me. :33 ))

[Jusniffles]

Jusniffles
LittleBird

((Sounds good to me. :33 ))

((LittleBird
How about you?))

[Empress Of Evil]

A silky, fluffy white tail swished through the air, vibrant green eyes focused on the moss ball in front of him. Lightningbugkit was out in the early dawn sunrise, having gotten up even before his mother. The young kit usually wasn't an early riser, but he had gotten to bed early last night. But not because of his choice, oh no. He had been causing trouble with his brother, Fireflykit. The two had decided to cover themselves in miss and run all around camp, getting underneath everyone's paws. They had taken a good amount of loss from their best, and Brightleaf, their mother, had been livid. Thankfully Rustysoot, as always, had been there to calm her down, and she had not punished the twins as harshly as she probably would have. Lightningbugkit loved both of his parents dearly, but sometimes he hated that Brightleaf always ruined his and his brother's fun. But, he knew she only did it because she wanted them to be strong, loyal, obedient warriors.

The golden tom leaped for the moss ball, but only being a 3 moon old kit, he misjudged his leap, and landed right in front of it. Though, his paw hit the edge of it, and it bounced up, smacking Lightningbugkit right in the face, causing loss to explode all over his face. "pooottttfffl! That was such a fail. Where's my brother so I can watch him fail now?"" Lightningbugkit meowed, spitting moss out of his mouth but laughing at the same time. He would never purposely want to watch his brother get harmed, or even fail for that matter.
Empress Of Evil Constellation


Amber hues gleamed from the shade provided by a bush as they watched cats pass by without noticing her. Ashkit’s tabby markings kept her well hidden amongst the leaves and the green that tinted her eyes helped her blend in even better. No one would notice her unless they looked closely enough. Once again, the little she-cat was all by herself. She couldn’t quite understand why though. Every time she walked up to one of her denmates, they would just back away from her and make up some silly excuse. Was it something wrong with her? Surely she was just as normal as everyone else? It was as if they all thought she carried some strange, contagious disease. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d met someone who was willing to be near her. One day she was going to find out why everyone kept avoiding her, but for now she would just see if she could strike lucky and find someone to play with.

Sighing, Ashkit continued to watch and wait from the shadows of the bush. She gazed around and searched desperately for a kit that looked like they could do with someone to play with. A gasp left her mouth as she suddenly spotted a tom kit getting hit in the face with a ball of moss. The tabby darted out from beneath the bush and rushed over the kit. Although the tom looked perfectly fine and was laughing, she took no notice of that. She dashed from one spot to another as she checked him over. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do you need me to get Wheatfur?” Ashkit asked, concern floating in her eyes. This probably wasn’t vey good for a first impression. She knew that she wouldn’t want to be bombarded with questions over a small thing, but she wasn’t aware of her actions. Ashkit thought that this was what any cat would do. But she wasn’t like the normal cat. She was different.
The she-cat was feeling rather kind in this situation. Except, she was probably being too kind. She knew that he was fine, but her emotions prevented her from walking away and doing something more useful. Maybe she was just excited that she had someone to talk to, but she wouldn’t know that. After spending half the day doing nothing, she was very thankful to have someone who might want to play with her. The tom appeared to be around her age and if she was lucky, he wouldn’t back away like everyone else did.

Constellation

[Cosmo]

((LittleBird
How about you?))
Little Bird
Jusniffles

Goldenstorm's heart warmed as Lionkit's name was found and he realized he now had a kit to call his own. He could remember how his mother had often teased him when he was an apprentice, saying that she was never getting any grandkits from him -- he had been very shy and submissive back then, after all. He wondered if she was watching him now, and if she could see his beautiful mate and wonderful son. Goldenstorm missed his mother, but he took comfort in imagining how proud she was of him now.

"Well," he mewed softly to Creamfrost as Lionkit began to drift off, "I'd better go hunting -- you'll need to eat and keep your strength up if you're going to be providing for this little fuzzball day and night." Goldenstorm touched his nose to the she-cat's ear. "See you soon." With that, he stalked out of the nursery, feeling like a kit himself.


(You know kits can walk around soon after birth, maybe the time skip could be by 2-3 hours. Also, I'm good with it!)

Creamfrost watched her mate head out of the nursery, then her gaze drifted down to the little kit. She smiled a warm smile. "Good night little one." she whispered, closing her eyes as well. His soft gentle suckling easing her slowly into the world of sleep. Creamfrost was exhausted but proud, it was a time to be proud, a time to watch the world with wonder and astonishment in your gaze. While, it was, now it was time to sleep.

[lone]

His heart broke. Immediately on instinct he pressed close to her in comfort, allowed his tongue to graze gently across her cheek. "Im not going any where Stormwing." his voice sounded serious, not perky and happy like before. He was serious. He may have just met the shecat and all,but he felt an immediate connection. he thought for a moment. It seemed they were in the same boat regarding feeling like...they had nothing. He felt for Stormwing. She felt alone. Like everyone had left her. Like everyone would leave her if she opened up. That if she even got excited or seemed to interested that the cat would leave her. It only made Littlefoot move closer. "Youre not alone. Im going to be here." he mewed softly. "I cant answer everything that happens in this world, why things happen to good cats. On whats keeping you here but." he sighed. He wished he could take all of her problems away,"I'll be here to support you. Im not leaving."
The comfort made Stormwing begin to feel better. Here was Littlefoot, practically a stranger to her, and he was still trying to comfort her. There just weren't many cats like that around anymore. Or not that would particuarly go to lengths to comfort her. She felt safe with the tom, and her tense, nervous muscles began to relax again. "Th - thank you." Her voice was a soft whisper, and then she repeated the words once more, this time without any sort of stammer in them. "Thank you." Part of Stormwing was confused as to why he would be offering her comfort. He didn't know her! But... she was grateful. She was very, very grateful for it and she hoped that he was being serious about staying - because she wanted him to stay. She wanted him to stay there with her, just... just so that she could have the feeling that someone actually cared. "Why... why are y - you being so nice t - to me?" Stormwing asked, staying beside the tom as she did so.

[graves]

The comfort made Stormwing begin to feel better. Here was Littlefoot, practically a stranger to her, and he was still trying to comfort her. There just weren't many cats like that around anymore. Or not that would particuarly go to lengths to comfort her. She felt safe with the tom, and her tense, nervous muscles began to relax again. "Th - thank you." Her voice was a soft whisper, and then she repeated the words once more, this time without any sort of stammer in them. "Thank you." Part of Stormwing was confused as to why he would be offering her comfort. He didn't know her! But... she was grateful. She was very, very grateful for it and she hoped that he was being serious about staying - because she wanted him to stay. She wanted him to stay there with her, just... just so that she could have the feeling that someone actually cared. "Why... why are y - you being so nice t - to me?" Stormwing asked, staying beside the tom as she did so.
Littlefoot kept close to her as she mumbled her thank yous. Upon hearing her question he looked at her,"Because I have no right to judge you, be rude to you, and frankly.. I know how it feels. to be alone and all." he mewed. he never wanted Storming to feel alone. Even if they had just met and all, he never wanted any cat to feel that way. "Sometimes it helps to just have a bit of support, which I dont mind giving you. You seem like a good cat." his voice was sincere as if could be. He had been through a lot himself, feeling like he didnt belong, having the feeling cats left him, feeling like he didnt belong because of where he was from, it was a lot. And he didnt want Stormwing to feel that way. She didnt deserve it. The way she talked about birds, the way her eyes lit up while talking about them. It made Littlefoots heart melt. She was a good cat and didnt deserve to be alone.

[Jusniffles]

(You know kits can walk around soon after birth, maybe the time skip could be by 2-3 hours. Also, I'm good with it!)

Creamfrost watched her mate head out of the nursery, then her gaze drifted down to the little kit. She smiled a warm smile. "Good night little one." she whispered, closing her eyes as well. His soft gentle suckling easing her slowly into the world of sleep. Creamfrost was exhausted but proud, it was a time to be proud, a time to watch the world with wonder and astonishment in your gaze. While, it was, now it was time to sleep.


@AnayaDusksong

Lionkit awoke a few hours later with a yawn. He started suckling for milk once again, and once he has drank his fill, he started to move his little paws. Slowly, he put up one hind leg and put up the other, before getting himself up on his two front paws. His legs wobbled a bit, and then he fell over. With a growl of frustration, he got up once again on his legs. This time, he was still wobbly, but he didn't fall over. He began walking around with his legs until he was used to it, before clambering onto Creamfrost's back and mewling loudly.

[Starfall]

(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.
The tabby barely hid back a smirk as she heard her brother come romping into camp, amusement flickered in her amber eyes before it was quickly replaced with boredom. She couldn't show her brother the game she was about to play on him, it would ruin her fun. When the tom padded up next to her she flicked her ear to show that she acknowledged his existence, then refused to answer anything after that. Now of course it wasn't her being stubborn, no, it was her being the air-head her brother thought she was. After a few seconds of watching her brother self destruct she decided to end it before things could get ugly, her brother was known for his...hot-headedness. The apprentice turned her sharp eyes up and focused them on Ratpaw, she had grown interested in Ashpaw, she had seen the two parade around recently and it's piqued her interest, no one in their right mind would follow around her brother, but sadly she seemed to be the only one who realized this. She placed one paw over the other and smiled as sweetly as she could "Ashpaw...hm...oh! Do you mean that grey molly? The one who's always following you around?" she asked, now of course she knew this, but she enjoyed seeing the anger blaze in her brothers eyes, it was entertaining to say the least. She rolled her head around and tried to look as though she was thinking...hard. "mm...no I don't think so brother dearest." she said, she had to hand it to Ratpaw, he knew how to entertain.

[lone]

Littlefoot kept close to her as she mumbled her thank yous. Upon hearing her question he looked at her,"Because I have no right to judge you, be rude to you, and frankly.. I know how it feels. to be alone and all." he mewed. he never wanted Storming to feel alone. Even if they had just met and all, he never wanted any cat to feel that way. "Sometimes it helps to just have a bit of support, which I dont mind giving you. You seem like a good cat." his voice was sincere as if could be. He had been through a lot himself, feeling like he didnt belong, having the feeling cats left him, feeling like he didnt belong because of where he was from, it was a lot. And he didnt want Stormwing to feel that way. She didnt deserve it. The way she talked about birds, the way her eyes lit up while talking about them. It made Littlefoots heart melt. She was a good cat and didnt deserve to be alone.
Why weren't there more cats like Littlefoot in the world? And why hadn't Stormwing met him before? There had definitely been other times when she needed a cat like him in her life, and she was grateful to have met him now. "W - well, you're really good at... at giving support. It r - really means a lot you're willing to... t - to do this for someone you, um... just met." Stormwing was partly surprised he knew how it felt to be alone. She was always surprised that there were other cats alone. It seemed that the clearing was constantly full of talking cats, laughing, playing together... grooming each other... whispering sweet nothings to each other, though Stormwing had never had that experience - not where others could see it. The one time something had worked out, at least for a while, he had been in WindClan. And now he was gone. Stormwing missed Crowpaw a lot, but she knew it wouldn't have worked that well anyways. She had to be loyal to her Clan. Even though sometimes it felt like she didn't really belong there. "D - do you have someone... someone supporting y - you?" The silvery tabby asked, the thought coming into her head suddenly and alarming her. What if Littlefoot didn't have any support?

[Cosmo]

AnayaDusksong[/MENTION]

Lionkit awoke a few hours later with a yawn. He started suckling for milk once again, and once he has drank his fill, he started to move his little paws. Slowly, he put up one hind leg and put up the other, before getting himself up on his two front paws. His legs wobbled a bit, and then he fell over. With a growl of frustration, he got up once again on his legs. This time, he was still wobbly, but he didn't fall over. He began walking around with his legs until he was used to it, before clambering onto Creamfrost's back and mewling loudly.


AnayaDusksong
The cream and white molly's ears pricked, but her eyes did not open. She did a mental eye-roll. "Lionkit!" she purred, flicking her ears. She opened her eyes, looking over at the tom kit. He had walked! Lionkit was so cute, but so outgoing and annoying. Creamfrost loved him all the same, still she had been sleeping! The molly let out a purr of amusement.

[Teza]

The tabby barely hid back a smirk as she heard her brother come romping into camp, amusement flickered in her amber eyes before it was quickly replaced with boredom. She couldn't show her brother the game she was about to play on him, it would ruin her fun. When the tom padded up next to her she flicked her ear to show that she acknowledged his existence, then refused to answer anything after that. Now of course it wasn't her being stubborn, no, it was her being the air-head her brother thought she was. After a few seconds of watching her brother self destruct she decided to end it before things could get ugly, her brother was known for his...hot-headedness. The apprentice turned her sharp eyes up and focused them on Ratpaw, she had grown interested in Ashpaw, she had seen the two parade around recently and it's piqued her interest, no one in their right mind would follow around her brother, but sadly she seemed to be the only one who realized this. She placed one paw over the other and smiled as sweetly as she could "Ashpaw...hm...oh! Do you mean that grey molly? The one who's always following you around?" she asked, now of course she knew this, but she enjoyed seeing the anger blaze in her brothers eyes, it was entertaining to say the least. She rolled her head around and tried to look as though she was thinking...hard. "mm...no I don't think so brother dearest." she said, she had to hand it to Ratpaw, he knew how to entertain.


Ratpaw clenched his teeth. He knew she was smarter than this. She had to be. After all, she was related to him by blood! Why did she insist on pushing his buttons? "Yes," he said through his teeth. His tail flicked wildly in irritation at his sister. When she finally gave her answer the tom's ears pinned. 'What do I keep her alive for? Oh yes... Mother would kill me...' he thought. "You're useless," he said, turning around to go out in the territory. Maybe he could find Ashpaw on his own. Ratpaw turned around once more to look at his sister. "Are you truly as arrogant as you make yourself seem to be? Or is there something to make me proud to call you my sister in that brain of yours?" he asked. He didn't guess that she'd tell him an answer but thought to ask anyway, as Cloverpaw was, in fact, one of the few cats that stumped the tom when trying to be manipulative. She was simply too much for him... For now, that is...

[lone]

Bright, alert, almond shaped green hues swept the clearing. A sandy apprentice sat tall, her tail wrapped around her small frame, her eyes studying everything around her. Everything she saw was being carefully analyzed in her surprisingly mature brain. Because Kestrelpaw was a mature cat. And quite logical as well. Her emotions have never gotten in the way of doing what she knows is right. And she can argue with pretty much anything she believes uses ill logic. Because after all, the one thing Kestrelpaw loves more then rules is logic. The sandy apprentice watched the world go by, her almond eyes studying everyone. That cat was lonely, or perhaps sad - they had lost someone they cared for, Kestrelpaw assumed. That cat was angry - probably about WindClan. Everything that Kestrelpaw thought could have been true, although she knew it was only a small fraction of what a cat could be sad or angry about. Happiness was harder... some cats were just naturally born happy. Though no one was born angry, or sad, or depressed... something happened along the way to make them that way. Aggressive? Sure, definitely! Smart? Absolutely! But angry or sad... no. That was impossible, at least as far as Kestrelpaw knew. Although she supposed it might depend on genes as well, she would rather have believed that it wasn't possible and stuck to the facts that she thought she knew oh-so-well.
Ceridwen

[Ceridwen]

Bright, alert, almond shaped green hues swept the clearing. A sandy apprentice sat tall, her tail wrapped around her small frame, her eyes studying everything around her. Everything she saw was being carefully analyzed in her surprisingly mature brain. Because Kestrelpaw was a mature cat. And quite logical as well. Her emotions have never gotten in the way of doing what she knows is right. And she can argue with pretty much anything she believes uses ill logic. Because after all, the one thing Kestrelpaw loves more then rules is logic. The sandy apprentice watched the world go by, her almond eyes studying everyone. That cat was lonely, or perhaps sad - they had lost someone they cared for, Kestrelpaw assumed. That cat was angry - probably about WindClan. Everything that Kestrelpaw thought could have been true, although she knew it was only a small fraction of what a cat could be sad or angry about. Happiness was harder... some cats were just naturally born happy. Though no one was born angry, or sad, or depressed... something happened along the way to make them that way. Aggressive? Sure, definitely! Smart? Absolutely! But angry or sad... no. That was impossible, at least as far as Kestrelpaw knew. Although she supposed it might depend on genes as well, she would rather have believed that it wasn't possible and stuck to the facts that she thought she knew oh-so-well.
Ceridwen

Buffalopaw had taken a quick jaunt around camp, a pop in his step as he hummed to himself. Today had been a good day, as most days were! What was there to worry about? Oh, sure, there had been kerfuffle between the clans, but the fresh kill tasted good and the sun was high, and warm on his thick, long coat. He shook his luscious pelt and smiled as he made his way toward the sunniest spot in the clearing. He caught sight of another apprentice as he made his way across-- she seemed to be deep in thought. He paused, and wondered about her. Sure he'd seen her around camp before, but he didn't think he'd ever introduced himself. Would it be rude of him to break her concentration? He didn't know, but the urge to talk to her pushed him off-course from his original destination, and he approached her.

"Hey!" His face was alight as his large form plopped down next to the smaller cat,"You're Krestelpaw, right?"
Lonestar23

[Jusniffles]

AnayaDusksong
The cream and white molly's ears pricked, but her eyes did not open. She did a mental eye-roll. "Lionkit!" she purred, flicking her ears. She opened her eyes, looking over at the tom kit. He had walked! Lionkit was so cute, but so outgoing and annoying. Creamfrost loved him all the same, still she had been sleeping! The molly let out a purr of amusement.


Lionkit let out a noisy mewl, almost like a roar, before balancing on his mother's back. With a purr, he clumsily walked over to her head, and mewled once again before batting her ear with his paw; like a little warrior of LionClan.

[graves]

Why weren't there more cats like Littlefoot in the world? And why hadn't Stormwing met him before? There had definitely been other times when she needed a cat like him in her life, and she was grateful to have met him now. "W - well, you're really good at... at giving support. It r - really means a lot you're willing to... t - to do this for someone you, um... just met." Stormwing was partly surprised he knew how it felt to be alone. She was always surprised that there were other cats alone. It seemed that the clearing was constantly full of talking cats, laughing, playing together... grooming each other... whispering sweet nothings to each other, though Stormwing had never had that experience - not where others could see it. The one time something had worked out, at least for a while, he had been in WindClan. And now he was gone. Stormwing missed Crowpaw a lot, but she knew it wouldn't have worked that well anyways. She had to be loyal to her Clan. Even though sometimes it felt like she didn't really belong there. "D - do you have someone... someone supporting y - you?" The silvery tabby asked, the thought coming into her head suddenly and alarming her. What if Littlefoot didn't have any support?
Littlefoot curled around her protectively. He gave a small hum, warmed that she felt a bit better. At her question he thought about it for a moment. He didnt really have anyone. He had spent these past first moons in Thunderclan alone. Only socializing with cats when he was on a patrol or something, once in a blue moon did he go to a gathering. He didnt have friends, mainly acquaintances that he wouldnt consider close. he looked towards the ground and shook his head. He didnt want to lie to her. "Not really but," he lifted his head again and looked towards the warrior again,"maybe we can support eachother." he didnt want to be alone, and neither did Stormwing. He craved to have interaction with anyone. It hurt to watch cats be social, talk and laugh with eachother while he sat in the clearing away from everybody alone. He smiled at his words,"So we dont feel alone anymore."

[AnayaDusksong]

Jusniffles
Little Bird
((Sorry I'm posting late. I checked the mention notification and told myself I'd come back to roleplay here later, but I got lazy and forgot. :/))

Goldenstorm paraded into the nursery with a thrush in his jaws and a ginger tabby she-cat trailing behind him. The golden tom carefully picked his way over to his mate and sat his catch down by her. "Here," he purred to her with a pleased flick of his tail, "I thought this might be enough to fill your belly for now. And since Gingerstep hadn't seen Lionkit yet, I thought I'd let her see her nephew!" He curled his tail around his paws and glanced between his mate and his sister. "You don't mind, do you?"

[Cosmo]

Jusniffles AnayaDusksong
Creamfrost flicked her ear, moving it away from Lionkit. She purred in amusement, he was cute, be she rather liked her ear. The molly looked up at her mate who had just entered the nursery. "I don't mind." she purred, smiling up at him. Then turning to Gingerstep she said, "This is Lionkit, though I'm sure Goldenstorm already told you."

[lone]

Buffalopaw had taken a quick jaunt around camp, a pop in his step as he hummed to himself. Today had been a good day, as most days were! What was there to worry about? Oh, sure, there had been kerfuffle between the clans, but the fresh kill tasted good and the sun was high, and warm on his thick, long coat. He shook his luscious pelt and smiled as he made his way toward the sunniest spot in the clearing. He caught sight of another apprentice as he made his way across-- she seemed to be deep in thought. He paused, and wondered about her. Sure he'd seen her around camp before, but he didn't think he'd ever introduced himself. Would it be rude of him to break her concentration? He didn't know, but the urge to talk to her pushed him off-course from his original destination, and he approached her.

"Hey!" His face was alight as his large form plopped down next to the smaller cat,"You're Krestelpaw, right?"
Lonestar23
The feline didn't respond in any way at his friendly 'hey,' and seemed not to notice him until he plopped down next to her. Her head swiveled around in order to face this new companion - and she gave a slight dip of her head at his words. "Yes. I'm Kestrelpaw. Is there something I can help you with?" The feline asked, glancing at the larger tom. Unlike some cats, she was not intimidated by a larger tom. Kestrelpaw knew she could hold her own in a fight, although what cat would attack a clanmate unprovoked?

She was able to keep from physically attacking someone quite easily, knowing the consequences were going to be heavier then she wanted. And besides, there were other, more logical approaches to settling a disagreement. Talking it out was one. No, Kestrelpaw was not completely against fighting. She was willing to resort to claws and fangs if she needed to, though she had found there was normally a better way. At a younger age, she thought that fighting was the only way. And even now, she was strongly for attacking WindClan. How dare they blame ThunderClan?! Now that there was a prisoner involved, Kestrelpaw believed they had already gotten somewhat of revenge on the Clan. "And you're Buffalopaw, I believe." The way she spoke made it sound as though she didn't think very much of the tom - though that could just as easily have been untrue as true, with the way that the feline chose to voice most things.

The tom beside her looked happy - delighted - and Kestrelpaw was stumped as to what it could be. Maybe the weather? No, with his thick pelt and the green-leaf heat, that couldn't possibly be it. Even the sandy feline had trouble with the heat at times, although on this morning it wasn't quite as bad as it had been previously. Which was nice... Kestrelpaw certainly appreciated that.

Her green eyes studied her new companion, moving over every inch of his thick, luscious, very well taken care of pelt... his friendly, smiling features... and his friendly looking eyes. Maybe he was just one of those cats that was naturally happy. Yes, yes, that must be it. An optimist. Kestrelpaw herself was a realist, she was neither optimistic nor pessimistic all the time. She was an analyst. A logical girl. All in all, the type of she cat that she would have liked to see more often. It seemed she cats like to play dumb to get toms... and it worked, didn't it? But Kestrelpaw would never do that. Oh no, you would never catch her acting like an idiot to get some guy's attention. She was too smart for that. If you wanted her attention, you would have to say something that was worth it. Otherwise?

She was likely to walk away in the middle of a conversation. It might not be anything personal against that cat, but if they protested, she was likely to tell them just how boring they were. Now what kind of a tom liked that kind of she cat? The answer... a tolerant, if not brave one.




A purr, pleased instead of nervous, began to rumble in Stormwing's chest and throat. "I like the thought of that." She mewed. Littlefoot's comfort was something new and different then she had experienced before. And, the fact that she could be someone for him to have for support as well, that made her happy. After all, it wasn't often that Stormwing got someone who seemed to want her around. Not lately, anyways. After Leafwatcher disappeared, and her adoptive siblings and father weren't around much anymore, Stormwing didn't really feel like ThunderClan was her home. A complete stranger was comforting her... and she half-thought he might just pity her, but at the same time, she would take it. It was company. The silvery tabby could feel him still curled around her - and it made her feel safe. Like she was a kit in the nursery again, without a care in the world. Stormwing liked that feeling, and she wanted to hold onto it for as long as possible. woly

[RedHead]

“Heh,” Passionblaze gulped as he stared at his newly apprenticed niece. She looked so shock. So surprised. Passionblaze shot his mother a look of disapproval. ‘’You could had worded that better.’’ The tom said, shaking his head. Yet, he knew Foxpaw wasn’t fragile in the least. The girl was like her grandmother with the looks of her father. It was amazing, really, how she resembled his brother a lot. Passionblaze knew that if he seen Burn again, he would had loved to rip him to shreds.

Passionblaze took a step forward towards Foxpaw, sitting down across from her as he patted her with a gentle paw. ‘’Your grandmother is right. Your father is a player,’’ though I never expected him to be so careless. He decided not to add that part. For the most part, Foxpaw was young. She didn’t need to know anything about that. Her heart was tender thing. Never had she experienced a broken heart, and he vowed that she never would. As for Burn’s other kits, he couldn’t do anything about that. This...other cat, what was her name? Passionblaze flicked his ears, knowing he had forgotten it. But, he did remember the kits’ names. After all, they were now added additions to the family. ‘’But, don’t be so surprised! I mean...Flame--Burnt--’’ He paused, taking in a deep breath.

He remembered the wonderful days when he was Flamekit. And, he remembered the days when he was Burntpaw. Passionblaze remembered when his brother was a warrior. He had wished that Burntheart would had stayed. But, Passionblaze saw that he was guarded. Passionblaze didn’t know what was wrong with his brother. His brother wouldn’t talk to him. This made Passionblaze sad, but he decided to keep his troubles to himself. To his family, he put a smile on his face. ‘’Burn...I honestly have nothing to say.’’ He snorted. When he tried to comfort Foxpaw, that was hard. Especially when it came to her father. Passionblaze had nothing good to say about the situation--because it wasn’t anything good about the situation.

‘’Foxpaw...yeah, you have new half-siblings. I’m sure Mapleheart will...understand one day.’’ Maybe not. Love was a harsh thing, yet it was one of the most amazing things ever to feel. Passionblaze himself knew all about the romance, for he was a gentlemen made, and shaped, and held respect for every she cat that he encountered. Of course, given credit by his mother. ‘’Don’t look so sad,’’ The tom said, swiping his tail affectionately above her head. ‘’Are you afraid that you wouldn’t be our number one? Because you’ll always be.’’ He didn’t like when Foxpaw was angry with him. He spoiled the girl to pieces because he didn’t have any kits of his own. Foxpaw wa a vital part of his life, and he would cling onto her forever because the father she had, didn’t care.

A few moments away, Dawnpaw was napping contentedly in a tree. His favorite time of the day where he was unbothered, and could practically do whatever he wanted. His mother wasn’t bothering him, and certainly his sister wasn’t being a nuisance to his life. The tom’s eyes fluttered open, looking down at his clan. Thunderclan. He didn’t truly feel like a Thunderclan cat, and often he wished he wasn’t born. Or, at least dead. His thoughts were almost always dark--which wasn’t a surprise, honestly. He always had been attracted to disturbing things that made others look at him in an odd manner. Dawnpaw actually proved to be very intelligent for his age, and highly mature.

He absolutely loved training with his mentor. A feisty old, in his opinion, warrior. Though he would never say this to her face. She was extremely sassy, and Dawnpaw did not want to catch the wrong end of her if he voiced out his specific thoughts when she was slick to him. But, he liked Springingsky. Sure, he would had liked to have a much younger mentor, but she would do. Dawnpaw was satisfied. And, thinking on it now, the tom wanted to know if she had anything specific to plan today. As he was laying in the tree, his tail lowly hanging from the branch, he grew restless.

The siamese mix leapt down from the tree in a swift movement, landing on four paws gracefully. His dark ocean colored eyes scanned the clearing for the snowy bengal. For a moment, he just stood there, soaking in his surroundings. His eyes landed on other apprentices, making him cringe as he saw their happy faces when they were with their friends. Dawnpaw knew he didn’t need any friends. He only kept associates, and those were cats he enjoyed doing things for him.

The tom began walking, taking delicate steps as he landed his dark hues on his mentor. She looked busy talking to two other ginger cats, but Dawnpaw figured he wouldn’t be interrupting anything--hopefully. At approaching them, he quickly glanced towards the fox pelted she cat. He gave her a quizzical look at her expression, his ears perked. What did I miss? Something juicy wasn’t it? He flicked his tail, but decided to ignore the problem, and only gave his attention to Springingsky. His dark hues glanced up at her, tilting his head slightly as he asked, ‘’Anything planned today?’’ Dawnpaw didn’t like full explanations. He liked to keep things short, so he could continue on what he was doing before. If she had anything planned; Great! They could get started. However, if she didn’t? All she had to do was say no, and Dawnpaw would occupy himself with what he did best; isolating himself...or finding his favorite targets to land himself somewhere.


Blue eyes rolled as Springingsky sighed. "If you continue to be this soft on her throughout life Blazey, she's never going to be a tough warrior." The snowy feline flicked her ears in annoyance. She loved her son, but she wanted her granddaughter to grow to be tough and bold, strong enough to stand up against toms who treated her wrong. She was already quite output, which was good in the older warriors opinion. But, she didn't want her to get her heart broken. Ever. Having had only two sons, Springingsky treated Mapleheart, Burn's ex mate, as her own daughter. And Springingsky did not want Foxpaw to go through what she had seen Mapleheart go through. The chocolate warrior wasn't even interested in gaining another mate, or even loving again. Springingsky felt horrible for her. And the least she could do was prevent Foxpaw from following the same path. And to do that, her and Passionblaze had to be tough on the young cat. Tough, but loving.

As Passionblaze continued to talk to Foxpaw, a voice entered Springingsky's ears. Moving her gaze slightly, she spotted her apprentice, Dawnpaw. Now, Springingsky had a slightly strained relationship with the young tom. Sure, she was tough on her former apprentices too, but she was especially watchful of this young tom. His mother was Burchflower, whom Springingsky had known. And she also had known that her son Burn, when he was still living in the clan, had fallen in love with her. But she had rejected him. For a Shadowclan warrior. And Springingsky belived that was part of the reason why Burn had become the cat he was. Well, most of the reason. She didn't know the full story, and so she supposed it was all Birchflower's fault. And now, living proof of her son's heartbreak was right I front of her, as her apprentice. Of course Springingsky had wanted to mentor him though. She knew her way around the clan, and had pulled a few strings so he was apprenticed to her. Because she believed that this way, she could keep a close eye on him, and possibly shape him into a better cat than he was turning out to be.

Springingsky also closely followed his mother's movements. She had noticed Birchflower was quite needy, and she had recently had another kit with a different tom. This one was a Thunderclan warrior though, and he had recently died of a dog attack. Birchflower was also pretty harsh towards others, but she knew how to care for kits. Springingsky hoped that she didn't ruin her new daughter's, Cerisekit's, veiw on the world like she had ruined Dawnpaw's. "No, actually Dawnpaw, I have nothing planned for today."

The snowy Bengal looked back and forth between all three cats, her son, her granddaughter, and her apprentice. She still needed to discuss a few things with Passionblaze, things she had had to discuss before Foxpaw had showed up. And now Dawnpaw had come. Will I ever get some privacy around here? Unfortunatly for Springingsky, she never really would get complete privacy. "Actually Dawnpaw, my son and I have things to.... Discuss further, so would you mind taking Foxpaw out on a tour through the territory?" Springingsky flicked her tail towards the young ginger feline, her eyes focused on Dawnpaw as she spoke. "When you get back we can go do some battle training or something."


Foxpaw wiped her shocked look off of her face as she snorted and curled her tail around her paws. How dare her father grant her with five half siblings when he was living life as a rogue? Now the pure Thunderclan line was ruined! Not that Foxpaw cared, but she had to have something to complain about. Her uncle's statement was quite true though. She was worried she would no longer be their number one. Burn had already impregnated two felines, including her mother, and left them. Who knows what he would do now? If he's done it twice, Foxpaw supposed it would go on and on. Until someone stopped him. And Foxpaw planned to do just that. Stop his heart that is.

As an older, cream colored apprentice walked up, Foxpaw focused her orange eyes on him. She recognized this cat. It was Dawnpaw, her mother's apprentice and from what she had heard, the half Shadowclan cat. Foxpaw looked at him with interest, wondering who his father was if he was half-clan. He looked quite a lot like him mother, but maybe his father also had that same coloring.

When Springingsky's words reached her ginger ears, Foxpaw cast her grandmother a look of anger. How dare she just push Foxpaw away, trying to protect her? Foxpaw had gotten the feel that Springingsky wanted to toughen her up, but was this doing that? No! She was sending her off into the territory with another apprentice. Usually, Foxpaw would've leaped with joy at the chance to meet someone new, and hang out with them, but her day was off to such a harsh start that Foxpaw didn't feel like that. She just wanted to know every little thing going on with her father, or anybody else that Springingsky wanted to gossip about. "I'm not going with him! I'm an apprentice now, I can hear whatever you're going to say!" Foxpaw growled, casting a glare at Dawnpaw. She did not want to have friendly conversation right now.

[seasalt]

alphypoin
Leafwatcher stared at his father with clear concern in his optics. A lot of concern, probably too much in fact. As much as he loved his dad, he really did, his health was decreasing, quite a lot, and he wanted the best for his father, who had in fact raised him alone after his mother died. He had a debt to pay, and perhaps, taking care of his father in turn would help him. Or a debt Leafwatcher he thought he had to pay. He stared at his father, his concern still shining in his leaf green eyes. And that help was to make sure he didn't hurt himself or get sick, or... dying. "To be completely honest," The tom started, tail lashing as he studied his father's movements. He had the slight urge to pace. "I've noticed your health, decreasing, and-- I've been worried." His ears flicked as he spoke, his tone was thick, and he was honest as could be. The more his father spoke, the more worried he got. "A lot, and-- becoming an elder is the best thing to keep that worry away, because I don't want you--" His ears flattened, lowering his head a bit. He didn't want to say it. Besides, Shredfern would get what he was trying to say, even if it was a bit vague. And, probably quite obvious. He was scared for his father to die, he didn't want him to die on him. Never. The heartbreak. Would probably be too much for him. He'd already lost his mother, he can't lose his father.
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[yummyluc]

alphypoin
Leafwatcher stared at his father with clear concern in his optics. A lot of concern, probably too much in fact. As much as he loved his dad, he really did, his health was decreasing, quite a lot, and he wanted the best for his father, who had in fact raised him alone after his mother died. He had a debt to pay, and perhaps, taking care of his father in turn would help him. Or a debt Leafwatcher he thought he had to pay. He stared at his father, his concern still shining in his leaf green eyes. And that help was to make sure he didn't hurt himself or get sick, or... dying. "To be completely honest," The tom started, tail lashing as he studied his father's movements. He had the slight urge to pace. "I've noticed your health, decreasing, and-- I've been worried." His ears flicked as he spoke, his tone was thick, and he was honest as could be. The more his father spoke, the more worried he got. "A lot, and-- becoming an elder is the best thing to keep that worry away, because I don't want you--" His ears flattened, lowering his head a bit. He didn't want to say it. Besides, Shredfern would get what he was trying to say, even if it was a bit vague. And, probably quite obvious. He was scared for his father to die, he didn't want him to die on him. Never. The heartbreak. Would probably be too much for him. He'd already lost his mother, he can't lose his father.
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[omg sorry, this got buried in my quotes and mentions]

The old tom nodded, Leafwatcher didn't have to finish the sentence. Even Shredfern didn't want him to. Although they both knew it was coming sooner or later, he understood that his health was taking a real nosedive here. Leafwatcher just wanted him to be comfortable and happy when he did have to reach StarClan, and Shredfern understood that. He picked himself up, shoulders popping as he did. He rubbed up against his son affectionately with a gentle, almost weak purr.

"It's okay, Leafwatcher," He assured him, metallic eyes twinkling with understanding and a sort of love and appreciation that only a parent could have for their child, "Really, I will speak to Snowstar about moving me to the elders' den, all right? Unless..." He trailed off for a moment, "You'd like to do it yourself?" It was hard enough to accept the fact that Leafwatcher was a fully fledged, independent young adult warrior now, but now he wasn't going to be a warrior anymore? Not that elders weren't respected and taken care of, but he didn't want to be reminded that he was too old to help his Clan effectively every day. But this is what Leafwatcher wanted him to do, and if it's what Leafwatcher felt was best, then Shredfern would follow through with it. He couldn't hide his disappointment though, his meow was thick with it.

"If you think I need to go to the elders' den to complain about moss that isn't dry enough, then I'll go, Leafwatcher." His smile was strained and there was a stinging pain in his chest with a sad glint in his eyes. He wasn't fit to be a warrior anymore, he knew that. He only wished he could stick around with Leafwatcher just a little bit longer. He's not a kit anymore, Shredfern. He told himself, Let him go.

[Dust]

Duststorm
(heh im not the best at starters, also im sorry it took so long! ^^’)

Geyserpaw had just finished a day of training, as well as caring for the elders. You know, the usual tasks of an apprentice. But there was still homehow plenty of daylight left. Maybe she got it done too quick? Oh well. That meant more time to relax and get ready for the next day. She stretched, failing to suppress a yawn while her rump in the air. She was tired, yet not ready for sleep. She heard a quiet, low grumble, and could feel the growl from her stomach begging for food. Her relaxed, nonchalant eyes laid upon the fresh kill pile, and spotted a juicy-looking vole.

She felt as if she deserved a good meal after her long day. Well, what felt like a long day at least. She padded over to the pile of killed prey, her fluffy, long-furred tail dragging behind her. She licked her lips before picking it up by the back of it’s neck and bringing it back to the comfy spot in the clearing she often sat in. It was quite exposed to the sun and warmed her pelt. But on days that were a little too hot for her comfort, she'd sit in the cool shade to relax and maybe even go off to get a drink. But today, it was okay. It was unusual for such a thick-furred cat like her to have fun in the sun, but she didn't get what others were talking about when they said that. Nor did she understand when they were complaining about it. Well, actually it just depended on the day, really. She sat on her haunches, bowing her head to reach down to the large vole at her paws. She took her first bite, and it was just as she expected.

(Oh hush, it's fine! I'm still working on making starters decent sized honestly >>; Sorry this is late! ;w; )

Huffing slightly, Badgerpaw pushed her way out of the apprentice's den, a few strands of moss entangled in her fur. It had been a while since the apprentice had been confined to camp duties, so she was definitely in a better mood. Honestly, the apprentice had slept awfully the night previous so she was a bit grouchy, but she was slowly managing to pull herself from it. Despite that, she couldn't help but shoot a half-closed glare at the pale sunlight that filtered into her eyes. Nothing like a warm ray of sunlight to wake you completely up, huh? Settling down just outside of the den, Badgerpaw twisted around giving her back a few quick licks. Nipping out the moss, she lifted herself back up and stretched out, a yawn parting her jaws. Giving herself a good hard shake, the apprentice continued her path to the fresh kill pile and parted her jaw, drinking in the scent. Squirrels were probably her favorite, but she could settle for something smaller, especially since she hadn't gone out for the day. It was unfair of her to take anything bigger without at least doing some chores. Gently digging through, she settled on a wimpy looking mouse, picking it up into her jaws. Badgerpaw scanned the clearing, deciding on a spot next to another apprentice. They looked relatively friendly and really, Baderpaw needed to be more involved with her fellow clanmates. Arriving to the spot, she slumped down, immediately tearing into the prey.

[Brilliance]

A silky, fluffy white tail swished through the air, vibrant green eyes focused on the moss ball in front of him. Lightningbugkit was out in the early dawn sunrise, having gotten up even before his mother. The young kit usually wasn't an early riser, but he had gotten to bed early last night. But not because of his choice, oh no. He had been causing trouble with his brother, Fireflykit. The two had decided to cover themselves in miss and run all around camp, getting underneath everyone's paws. They had taken a good amount of loss from their best, and Brightleaf, their mother, had been livid. Thankfully Rustysoot, as always, had been there to calm her down, and she had not punished the twins as harshly as she probably would have. Lightningbugkit loved both of his parents dearly, but sometimes he hated that Brightleaf always ruined his and his brother's fun. But, he knew she only did it because she wanted them to be strong, loyal, obedient warriors.

The golden tom leaped for the moss ball, but only being a 3 moon old kit, he misjudged his leap, and landed right in front of it. Though, his paw hit the edge of it, and it bounced up, smacking Lightningbugkit right in the face, causing loss to explode all over his face. "pooottttfffl! That was such a fail. Where's my brother so I can watch him fail now?"" Lightningbugkit meowed, spitting moss out of his mouth but laughing at the same time. He would never purposely want to watch his brother get harmed, or even fail for that matter.
Empress Of Evil Constellation

Amber hues gleamed from the shade provided by a bush as they watched cats pass by without noticing her. Ashkit’s tabby markings kept her well hidden amongst the leaves and the green that tinted her eyes helped her blend in even better. No one would notice her unless they looked closely enough. Once again, the little she-cat was all by herself. She couldn’t quite understand why though. Every time she walked up to one of her denmates, they would just back away from her and make up some silly excuse. Was it something wrong with her? Surely she was just as normal as everyone else? It was as if they all thought she carried some strange, contagious disease. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d met someone who was willing to be near her. One day she was going to find out why everyone kept avoiding her, but for now she would just see if she could strike lucky and find someone to play with.

Sighing, Ashkit continued to watch and wait from the shadows of the bush. She gazed around and searched desperately for a kit that looked like they could do with someone to play with. A gasp left her mouth as she suddenly spotted a tom kit getting hit in the face with a ball of moss. The tabby darted out from beneath the bush and rushed over the kit. Although the tom looked perfectly fine and was laughing, she took no notice of that. She dashed from one spot to another as she checked him over. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do you need me to get Wheatfur?” Ashkit asked, concern floating in her eyes. This probably wasn’t vey good for a first impression. She knew that she wouldn’t want to be bombarded with questions over a small thing, but she wasn’t aware of her actions. Ashkit thought that this was what any cat would do. But she wasn’t like the normal cat. She was different.
The she-cat was feeling rather kind in this situation. Except, she was probably being too kind. She knew that he was fine, but her emotions prevented her from walking away and doing something more useful. Maybe she was just excited that she had someone to talk to, but she wouldn’t know that. After spending half the day doing nothing, she was very thankful to have someone who might want to play with her. The tom appeared to be around her age and if she was lucky, he wouldn’t back away like everyone else did.

Constellation

Fireflykit was never an early riser. In fact, he liked to sleep in late. Sleep all the time. At least sleeping was a way to keep him out of trouble. The young tom kit turned over, feeling the soft fur of his mother against himself. His eyes were still closed, and little snores came from his mouth. That's the only thing Fireflykit enjoyed doing; sleeping or getting into trouble. Though his mother's warm pelt always lulled him to sleep, and when he turned over, hoping to feel his brother's fluffy pelt against his own, the tom was greeted with cold air. A passing breeze. This is what woke Fireflykit up, flicking his ears. He checked around the nursery, but his twin was nowhere to be found. However, he did see another kit and her mother. Though she was asleep, her glossy dark fur shining the brightest to him. Fireflykit let out a deep sigh, and he staggered to his paws, stretching his limbs in the process. Where could Lightningbugkit be? Wasn't it a bit...too early for the tom to be up? Last time he checked, his brother was not an early riser.

Fireflykit padded to the entrance of the nursery den, poking his head out, and having his green hues flicker around to catch site of anything as fluffy as he was. Brightleaf wouldn't have noticed that they were gone...would she? Nah, of course not. Fireflykit had a lot of confidence. Hard to knock him down, and he held the attitude that matched it. With his tail strung in the air, he padded out the den in a confident manner. He knew his brother's scent. It wasn't hard to find him after that, but another thing that led him to his brother was the fact that he heard a she kit yell something at him. Asking if he were okay.

Fireflykit followed the voice of the young she kit, hoping that he would find his brother in the process. Bingo. There he was, and Fireflykit laughed. Though he was happy because his brother looked the least bit hurt. But, he had came just in time to hear the other kit's mew. It made him roll his eyes. She sounded too...caring. If that was possible. ''Lightningbugkit don't need Wheatfur!'' The fluffy tom padded towards his brother, and swatted at him with a paw. ''See? He's fine! No scratches!'' He nodded, then brushed his tail above the tom's head. ''But soon he will have a scratch!'' Fireflykit said, his fur bristling slightly as he stared his brother down. ''How could you wake up before me--then, don't even wake me up after you get up? Unbelievable! I feel betrayed! I would had never done this to you!'' Fireflykit might have sounded serious, and a bit mean to the she kit, but to Lightningbugkit, his brother could see through his playfulness easy more than other cats. This was because the twins understood each other greatly, Though Fireflykit was still a bit salty that his brother would do anything without him. They were a duo. Double trouble. Two peas in a pod. Only, Lightningbugkit was more mature than Fireflykit. Did that matter? Not at all! Fireflykit was the type to ignite a fire and keep it flaming. Whereas Lightningbugkit knew how to be nice and extinguish it.

[Teza]

Lonestar23

Green eyes searched around the clearing. Wolfsoul had just gotten back from the dawn patrol but he still didn't really want to be in camp. Not with that sassy Windclan captive that's confined there. He didn't really understand why they had taken her. If they wanted a bargaining chip surely Blazingstar himself would be best, not some random warrior that should really be in the elders' den by now. He huffed then glanced around once more, looking for anyone to accompany him. The tabby tom didn't really want to go alone, though he would if he caught sight of the old hag anytime soon. He refused to listen to her rant anymore. When he caught sights on a familiar pelt he padded over to it. "Falconclaw, would you like to go hunting with me?" he asked as he approached. He sat down as not to rush his friend into making a decision that instant, though his tail flicked in slight impatience as the time slowly passed before he answered. It seemed like the whole day had passed before Wolfsoul got an answer, though he knew that wasn't true. Must only have been a few moments, maybe a bit longer. Right?

[lone]

Lonestar23

Green eyes searched around the clearing. Wolfsoul had just gotten back from the dawn patrol but he still didn't really want to be in camp. Not with that sassy Windclan captive that's confined there. He didn't really understand why they had taken her. If they wanted a bargaining chip surely Blazingstar himself would be best, not some random warrior that should really be in the elders' den by now. He huffed then glanced around once more, looking for anyone to accompany him. The tabby tom didn't really want to go alone, though he would if he caught sight of the old hag anytime soon. He refused to listen to her rant anymore. When he caught sights on a familiar pelt he padded over to it. "Falconclaw, would you like to go hunting with me?" he asked as he approached. He sat down as not to rush his friend into making a decision that instant, though his tail flicked in slight impatience as the time slowly passed before he answered. It seemed like the whole day had passed before Wolfsoul got an answer, though he knew that wasn't true. Must only have been a few moments, maybe a bit longer. Right?
The brown tabby blinked as his wolf-like friend approached. Truth be told, the tom was often quite interested by his friend's wolfish tendancies and he wondered how that had happened. Falconclaw's eyes studied Wolfsoul for a moment as the tom approached, listening to his words and analyzing each one for tones in his mind. "Of course, Wolfsoul. It'd be a pleasure to leave here." Sharp, falcon-like hues - true to his name - studied his friend once more before he stood up. One thing the tom was not very good at was concealing the truth from others. Had anyone asked him if he had friends in other Clans, well, he would have tried to find a way to lie - but mostly, Falconclaw felt uncomfortable hiding his feelings. They were normally proclaimed loudly for those around him to hear, despite when they were obviously unwanted. Falconclaw got to his paws, the brown tabby glancing at Wolfsoul half expectantly. "Shall we go, then?" He asked with an almost bored tone in his voice. Though he was glad to be getting out of the clearing - while he understood why the WindClan warrior had been captured, that didn't mean that he had to like it any more. And on the contrary, he quite hated it.

[wickedvirtues]

Lynxkit awoke in her nest, grooming down her messy fur that never seemed to want to stay down. The lynx-point bobtail sighed, her ears pricked as the energy returned to her body and she leapt happily out of her bedding, and Lynxkit grinned with excitement. She glanced around the nursery, her eyes glowing with excitement. "Let's see..." she hummed, her gaze scanning the area. "Maybe someone wants to play!" She chimed, her ears pricking as she looked for anyone else awake.

((Open!))

[Barnabas]

She shrugged at Featherkit trying to act cool,"yeah, I guess siblings could be annoying sometimes..." She stared off into space as she thought of what it must me like to have siblings, not to mention littermates, as Cherrykit had none.

( SpringtrapFNAF)

Featherkit nodded. "Sometime's having siblings is the worse thing you could ever have in your family, but their still my adopted siblings." replied Featherkit with a dip of her head in respect. The she-kit looked at the fresh kill pile. "Hey you hungry?" she asked, being polite.

[Seraphon]

Featherkit nodded. "Sometime's having siblings is the worse thing you could ever have in your family, but their still my adopted siblings." replied Featherkit with a dip of her head in respect. The she-kit looked at the fresh kill pile. "Hey you hungry?" she asked, being polite.
Cherrykit nodded,"Kinda," she then started thinking about what it must be like to have siblings again.

[Slash-GNR]

starfall


It had been a few minutes since Muddykit had blinked. Her eyes were starting to water and burn. She was observing, taking in the world around her. Granted, she was only 3 moons old, Muddykit longed to know the secrets of the world. Therefore, she tended to know more than the other kits in the nursery. However, she never really spoke to others, which was a flaw given to herself. Muddykit liked to watch the kits in the nursery rather than speak to them. In her observations, Muddykit learned how to fake a feeling or part of a personality in order to trick others to survive and work her way up the scale that was in her mind. However, she didn't need this aspect yet due to her not being an apprentice. Therefore, she still acted like and innocent she-kit who would want to goof off all day. Half of her wanted to be that way, but she also knew no one would respect her if she acted like a kit forever. She might as well start now. The female sighed as she spotted some warriors walk back into the clearing. How she longed to be a great and intelligent warrior.

[AnayaDusksong]

Jusniffles
Little Bird

The tabby warrior smiled softly and nodded, then gazed down at Lionkit. "He certainly is energetic, isn't he? And look at how big and strong he looks already!" She chuckled. "He's going to grow up a powerful warrior -- just like his father, I'm sure. And hopefully he'll have his mother's intelligence, because he certainly isn't going to get it from my mouse-brain of a brother." Gingerstep teasingly flicked her tail over Goldenstorm's nose, who sneezed and growled at her playfully, just a little annoyed.

"Gingerstep.." He growled, smiling. However, he was confused about his sister's uncharacteristic behavior. She was usually so serious and snappy -- he had been worried that Lionkit would annoy her and she would growl at him and scare him. Of course, she would never harm a Clan mate, or a kit at that, but he had had his concerns. However, right now he was just happy to see her smiling and getting to meet her nephew -- to him, that was a reward in itself.

[fresh]

Grasspaw is being duplicated because rn she's technically talking to Tinypaw at the Gathering.

~~~

Grasspaw loved greenleaf. Always warm, most of the time hot, and certainly always fun to spend time with other cats in. This year the water was plentiful (no drought) and so was prey, making all cats a bit fatter than usual.
Of course, it was only fun when there were cats to talk to. Especially other apprentices. The she-cat looked around carefully for an apprentice to talk to, some cat she could hunt with, even. Her amber gaze fell on one, he was maybe eight, nine moons old? The tom didn't seem to be doing much so she walked over to him confidently. "Hey. I'm Grasspaw." Ugh. Awkward beginnings lead to awkward conversations. She tried again. "I didn't know whether you were doing anything, and I was looking for some cat to hunt with... want to? Hunt with me, I mean." Grasspaw shut her jaws, embarrassed that she'd talked so much.

~~~
SpringtrapFNAF

[Barnabas]

Grasspaw is being duplicated because rn she's technically talking to Tinypaw at the Gathering.

~~~

Grasspaw loved greenleaf. Always warm, most of the time hot, and certainly always fun to spend time with other cats in. This year the water was plentiful (no drought) and so was prey, making all cats a bit fatter than usual.
Of course, it was only fun when there were cats to talk to. Especially other apprentices. The she-cat looked around carefully for an apprentice to talk to, some cat she could hunt with, even. Her amber gaze fell on one, he was maybe eight, nine moons old? The tom didn't seem to be doing much so she walked over to him confidently. "Hey. I'm Grasspaw." Ugh. Awkward beginnings lead to awkward conversations. She tried again. "I didn't know whether you were doing anything, and I was looking for some cat to hunt with... want to? Hunt with me, I mean." Grasspaw shut her jaws, embarrassed that she'd talked so much.

~~~
SpringtrapFNAF

Trappaw looked at her, a bit surprised when Grasspaw spoke. "Ur... I'm Trappaw. Nice to meet you sweetheart." he replied with a smirk. The apprentice gave his chest fur a few licks. Trappaw looked at the other apprentice again as Grasspaw began to speak again, but this time she talked a little more than last time. "We can hunt. I haven't been out of camp for a while." shrugged Trappaw after she was done speaking.

She's just another cat to annoy me, but I have to do something besides stay inside this boring camp.

The brown apprentice walked over to the camp entrance that lead out into the Thunderclan territory. "Hey Sweetheart you coming or what?" he called over to her, a bit in a hurry to get out of camp.

[Cosmo]

AnayaDusksong
Jusniffles
Creamfrost smiled at her mate and her sister-in-law. Gingerstep may have been acting strange, different then her personality, but at least the molly appreciated Lionkit. Gingerstep seemed to be acting like a second mother. It made her feel good, that her whole family cared about the little one. Her gaze drifted down to the little kit, unsure what to do next. It seemed as though Gingerstep and Goldenstorm were just having a normal sibling talk.

[Panic]

Seafang the beast
Martenclaws padded into camp, a large vole in her jaws. She stopped by the fresh-kill pile, and dropped it in. I should probably eat something- I've been out in the territory all day, patrolling. "This should be good." She picked a plump squirrel and took it over towards the warrior's den, placing it in front of it. She began to eat, taking small, neat bites.

[Leucos]

Seafang the beast
Martenclaws padded into camp, a large vole in her jaws. She stopped by the fresh-kill pile, and dropped it in. I should probably eat something- I've been out in the territory all day, patrolling. "This should be good." She picked a plump squirrel and took it over towards the warrior's den, placing it in front of it. She began to eat, taking small, neat bites.


A few inches away from the den a dusty blue tom walked past martenclaws with a plump rabbit and smiled at her , but he continued to go back to his moss bed and sat the rabbit . His green eyes showed through the shadows .

[Panic]

A few inches away from the den a dusty blue tom walked past martenclaws with a plump rabbit and smiled at her , but he continued to go back to his moss bed and sat the rabbit . His green eyes showed through the shadows .



Martenclaws watched the tom. "Good afternoon, Riverteeth." she mewed. "Have you been hunting?"

[Leucos]

Martenclaws watched the tom. "Good afternoon, Riverteeth." she mewed. "Have you been hunting?"


"Yes I have but some mouse brains barely did anything so I did all the hunting I caught a few rabbits" the tom said with pride as his taile swayed happly.he layed the rabbit down at his paws and cleaned his fur and smiled at her.

[Leucos]

Riverteeth stood at the entrance of the warriors den and watched the sun rise his nose moved while smelling the cold and dewy morning air. There was a hint of breeze that made his fur stand up" brrrr, well at least it's not as cold as leaf bare" he said quietly in his deep voice that a British like accent to it.

(@hollydawn)

[Seraphon]

Riverteeth stood at the entrance of the warriors den and watched the sun rise his nose moved while smelling the cold and dewy morning air. There was a hint of breeze that made his fur stand up" brrrr, well at least it's not as cold as leaf bare" he said quietly in his deep voice that a British like accent to it.

(@hollydawn)
Foxkit scampered into the Warriors' den, his usual troublesome self, and blinked so his eyes could adjust to the darkness and stuffiness of the den. He spotted Riverteeth and pounced on his tail, not bothering to think about how cold and how early it was.

[Leucos]

Foxkit scampered into the Warriors' den, his usual troublesome self, and blinked so his eyes could adjust to the darkness and stuffiness of the den. He spotted Riverteeth and pounced on his tail, not bothering to think about how cold and how early it was.

His ears perked and yiped feeling something grab his bushy tail and looked behind him to see foxkit , he laughed " what do you think your doing little one? Getting yourself in trouble I see? " he said hoping his deep voice at least sounded playful not wanting to scare the kit.

[Seraphon]

His ears perked and yiped feeling something grab his bushy tail and looked behind him to see foxkit , he laughed " what do you think your doing little one? Getting yourself in trouble I see? " he said hoping his deep voice at least sounded playful not wanting to scare the kit.
Foxkit didn't hear him, he was too busy rolling onto his back with Riverteeth's tail between his paws and kicking at it.

[Leucos]

Foxkit didn't hear him, he was too busy rolling onto his back with Riverteeth's tail between his paws and kicking at it.

Riverteeth grew impatient and moved his bushy tail over the kits face and played with him a bit . Finally his tail was raised high and hooked teasing the kit " if u want my tail then jump kitty" he said and smiled

[Seraphon]

Riverteeth grew impatient and moved his bushy tail over the kits face and played with him a bit . Finally his tail was raised high and hooked teasing the kit " if u want my tail then jump kitty" he said and smiled
Foxkit heard him this time and looked over at him with a little grumpy, scrunched up face,"fine!" Then he jumped as high as he could.

[wren]

@Lonestar23
[ Havn't done this in a while! ]


Silverfawn lay in her nest, the sweet scents of the clearing drafting in through patches of the Warriors den. Some patches had been created through the liberation, one was created by herself. As she watched the hole a few mouse lengths away and hidden partly by some moss, she thought about how long ago the liberation was and how lazy the Warriors who were fixing it must have been to have completely over looked it or even ignored it. She lashed her silvery tail in amusement as a fly buzzed in from the hole and right in her direction. Allowing her to embrace her kit side she reached out and swiped at it. Batting it down so she was able to smushing it. Not insing how gross that was she drew her paw over the grass in order to remove the remains of the fly carcus before yawning and stretching out. It was late in the evening, the sun was reaching the distant hills and sending streams of red light through the evergreen and birch tree branches. She sighed with contempt. Allowing herself to ease into her nest and the warmth from other Warriors heat up the den. Sighing she buried her nose under her paw and rolled onto her side. Curling her long tail around her hindlegs. Feeling warmth wash over her until she finally slept. Dozing a few minutes in the darkness of sleep until she awoke within the dream. Standing in the clearing while others bustled around her hurriedly. None of the cats she saw seemed farmiliar. Which kinda scared her. But nonetheless knowing full well she was dreaming she continued to provoke them. But whenever she attempts to speak they would walk faster and disappear. She frowned. As she continued this attempt they started to grow alike in features. Which was confusing enough as it was, their fur tunred red, a white stripe down their chest and white socks over their paws. Frustrated that none seemed to face her she lunged fourth at the closest one and gripped its shoulder with her claws. Spinning it to face her. The horrifying details struck her in the chest and suddenly she was winded. She knew who it was. Redreed. She shrieked and backed away from the cat now staring at her with burning hatred. Than she bumped into the same cat. Even more mangled than the one before her. Her previous darkforest mentor redreed had treated her well. Trained her to be strong but once the liberation came around she abandon the thoughts. When redreed found this out they planned on coaxing silverfawn back into a life she didn't want to live... Ending up in silverfawn hunting down her mentor nightly until she finally got the courage to kill him. Watching him fade into nothing during the nightmare. Gasping she spun around to face her deceased mentor looming over her, she wailed in freakish terror and bolted trying to escape the mass of mangled and bleeding faces. It had almost been like killing a real cat, feeling their struggle and finally feeling them cease to breath beneath your paws. Just as silverfawn escaped the horror of the camp she stumbled and fell into darkness for a split second than waking up in her nest. Beads of sweat on her forhead, panting heavily, claws outstretched and a shredded nest. Her head jerked side to side half expecting to see the bloodied faces of her dark forest mentor in place of her clanmates. Only the calico fur of fawnspring and the grey fur of Roaringthunder. She paused and heaved a good sigh to try to lower her stress levels

[Leucos]

Foxkit heard him this time and looked over at him with a little grumpy, scrunched up face,"fine!" Then he jumped as high as he could.


The blue tom laughed saw some moss near by and looked back at the kit and grabbed a paw full of moss and shoved it in the kits face and rolled over laughing his tail was moving back and forth fast and he was on his back.

[Panic]

"Yes I have but some mouse brains barely did anything so I did all the hunting I caught a few rabbits" the tom said with pride as his taile swayed happly.he layed the rabbit down at his paws and cleaned his fur and smiled at her.

"Really? That's quite a feat- I was solo patrolling all morning, and I caught a vole on the way back." She gestured towards the fresh-kill pile, going silent for a moment as she picked her meal's remains.
"Has everything been going well for you?"

[Seraphon]

The blue tom laughed saw some moss near by and looked back at the kit and grabbed a paw full of moss and shoved it in the kits face and rolled over laughing his tail was moving back and forth fast and he was on his back.
Foxkit got moss shoved in his face before you could say ThunderClan. He grabbed it with his claws and threw it aside, then he pounced on top of River teeth and started batting at his head area.

[Leucos]

"Really? That's quite a feat- I was solo patrolling all morning, and I caught a vole on the way back." She gestured towards the fresh-kill pile, going silent for a moment as she picked her meal's remains.
"Has everything been going well for you?"

Riverteeth looked at the vole "nice catch and everything has been fine , I just hope my brother is doing ok in his clan" he said as he looked down and nibbled at his right paw.

[Leucos]

Foxkit got moss shoved in his face before you could say ThunderClan. He grabbed it with his claws and threw it aside, then he pounced on top of River teeth and started batting at his head area.

River teeth was laughing as tiny paws started smacking his head " your pretty good old sport ha! " he said " but are you good enough with a surprise attack " he said as he gently yanked foxkits tail which made him tumble to the floor.

[Seraphon]

River teeth was laughing as tiny paws started smacking his head " your pretty good old sport ha! " he said " but are you good enough with a surprise attack " he said as he gently yanked foxkits tail which made him tumble to the floor.
Foxkit shook his head, he then pounced back on riverteeth, with a better grip this time, and batted his head again

[Leucos]

Foxkit shook his head, he then pounced back on riverteeth, with a better grip this time, and batted his head again

River teeth looked up at the kit and smirked then looked around and it seemed to only be them in the den. The tom got into a crouch position and ran around the den and bucked here and there making foxkit bounce a bit. " How you doing there old sport? " river teeth said and laughed running and bucking around the den.

[Seraphon]

River teeth looked up at the kit and smirked then looked around and it seemed to only be them in the den. The tom got into a crouch position and ran around the den and bucked here and there making foxkit bounce a bit. " How you doing there old sport? " river teeth said and laughed running and bucking around the den.
Foxkit sank his claws into the ground and made sure to stay hidden by the nests, he carefully rolled in Riverteeth's nest to mask his scent and slowly stalked towards him, his claws still in the ground.

[Leucos]

Foxkit sank his claws into the ground and made sure to stay hidden by the nests, he carefully rolled in Riverteeth's nest to mask his scent and slowly stalked towards him, his claws still in the ground.

River teeth stood in the middle of the den and was still his ears where perked . The tom strained his ears " now where did u go boy? It's not hide and seek " his ears perked as he heard a little pitter patter " pretty good move old sport but you need to watch out for there feet" he said and gently kicked foxkit with his left back paw.

[Seraphon]

River teeth stood in the middle of the den and was still his ears where perked . The tom strained his ears " now where did u go boy? It's not hide and seek " his ears perked as he heard a little pitter patter " pretty good move old sport but you need to watch out for there feet" he said and gently kicked foxkit with his left back paw.
Foxkit was kicked over, but then he had an idea, he ran around in circles around Rverteeth, so he could barely see Foxkit,"Ha! Just try and kick me now!" He squeaked happily.

[Leucos]

Foxkit was kicked over, but then he had an idea, he ran around in circles around Rverteeth, so he could barely see Foxkit,"Ha! Just try and kick me now!" He squeaked happily.

River teeth was stunned and confused at the moment then his ears perked up and had a thought ' perfect' he thought and then the tom crouched with his tail straight out and spun around hoping to trip foxkit with his tai l.

[Seraphon]

River teeth was stunned and confused at the moment then his ears perked up and had a thought ' perfect' he thought and then the tom crouched with his tail straight out and spun around hoping to trip foxkit with his tai l.
Foxkit saw the tail too late, but since it was too much fluff and not enough bone he just went right through the fur that was hanging down,"haHA!" He smiled.

[lone]

@Lonestar23
[ Havn't done this in a while! ]


Silverfawn lay in her nest, the sweet scents of the clearing drafting in through patches of the Warriors den. Some patches had been created through the liberation, one was created by herself. As she watched the hole a few mouse lengths away and hidden partly by some moss, she thought about how long ago the liberation was and how lazy the Warriors who were fixing it must have been to have completely over looked it or even ignored it. She lashed her silvery tail in amusement as a fly buzzed in from the hole and right in her direction. Allowing her to embrace her kit side she reached out and swiped at it. Batting it down so she was able to smushing it. Not insing how gross that was she drew her paw over the grass in order to remove the remains of the fly carcus before yawning and stretching out. It was late in the evening, the sun was reaching the distant hills and sending streams of red light through the evergreen and birch tree branches. She sighed with contempt. Allowing herself to ease into her nest and the warmth from other Warriors heat up the den. Sighing she buried her nose under her paw and rolled onto her side. Curling her long tail around her hindlegs. Feeling warmth wash over her until she finally slept. Dozing a few minutes in the darkness of sleep until she awoke within the dream. Standing in the clearing while others bustled around her hurriedly. None of the cats she saw seemed farmiliar. Which kinda scared her. But nonetheless knowing full well she was dreaming she continued to provoke them. But whenever she attempts to speak they would walk faster and disappear. She frowned. As she continued this attempt they started to grow alike in features. Which was confusing enough as it was, their fur tunred red, a white stripe down their chest and white socks over their paws. Frustrated that none seemed to face her she lunged fourth at the closest one and gripped its shoulder with her claws. Spinning it to face her. The horrifying details struck her in the chest and suddenly she was winded. She knew who it was. Redreed. She shrieked and backed away from the cat now staring at her with burning hatred. Than she bumped into the same cat. Even more mangled than the one before her. Her previous darkforest mentor redreed had treated her well. Trained her to be strong but once the liberation came around she abandon the thoughts. When redreed found this out they planned on coaxing silverfawn back into a life she didn't want to live... Ending up in silverfawn hunting down her mentor nightly until she finally got the courage to kill him. Watching him fade into nothing during the nightmare. Gasping she spun around to face her deceased mentor looming over her, she wailed in freakish terror and bolted trying to escape the mass of mangled and bleeding faces. It had almost been like killing a real cat, feeling their struggle and finally feeling them cease to breath beneath your paws. Just as silverfawn escaped the horror of the camp she stumbled and fell into darkness for a split second than waking up in her nest. Beads of sweat on her forhead, panting heavily, claws outstretched and a shredded nest. Her head jerked side to side half expecting to see the bloodied faces of her dark forest mentor in place of her clanmates. Only the calico fur of fawnspring and the grey fur of Roaringthunder. She paused and heaved a good sigh to try to lower her stress levels
A brown tabby entered the warriors' den, muscles moving smoothly beneath his tabby pelt. Bright, intelligent eyes glanced over Silverfawn, looking partly worried by the sight of the unsheathed, outstretched claws... the shredded nest... and the beads of sweat that had gathered on her forehead. "Have you had a nightmare?" The tabby's voice was deep, calm, but not concerned. Falconclaw was never concerned. He wasn't that worried about his clanmates, knowing that they could take care of themselves, although there were accounts of training happening in the Dark Forest. And it frightened the tom to think he could be a victim of such a horrible crime. To him, that was the nudge that should be enough to exile any cat from the Clan. Training in the Dark Forest? What a horrible, horrible thought. Falconclaw believed in StarClan - yet he had defended his Clan against SkyClan during the liberation, because he hadn't believed them.

They were strangers. And, he would protect his Clan to his last breath. Even if it meant risking fighting for the wrong side, which was exactly the fear that had come true. And yet Falconclaw still didn't care. As far as he was concerned, everything was absolutely fine. It had ended up alright - despite the fact they had a horrible leader. He disagreed with almost everything Snowstar did. "Eat too much prey?" Was the tom's other suggestion as his eyes roamed over her. Falconclaw was not the type of cat to show when he was worried about another. He was more the type to be a 'get over it' feline, saying those exact words to cats he believed were trying to play off as though they were really hurt by something. Which bothered the tabby to no end. No apprentice of his, or friend of his for that matter, would ever act that way. Because Falconclaw didn't associate himself with losers. There was one other option - though Falconclaw was hesitant to speak it - before he sighed. This cat was a mere acquaintance, someone that the tabby didn't know very well, and while he might enjoy her company - they most certainly were not friends. It was doubtful that he would become friends with her, just being the type of cat that he was.

The type to be deemed a jerk by pretty much everyone he came across. A jerk, sometimes loyal, sometimes protective, sometimes... nice. Though Cloudrain had been the only one to actually call him nice, which Falconclaw found amusing - considering, after all, the fact that he didn't have the best reputation for carrying out that particular adjective. He was not known as a nice cat. He wasn't even known as a decent cat, really, though some might have argued with him on that point. Which Falconclaw would have found nice - but unnecessary. He knew that he wasn't the nicest of cats. He never had been and he never would be. And that was not a problem for him. Bright eyes continued to watch Silverfawn, as he struggled to remember her name, before his eyes narrowed. The final option. The last one that would cause this amount of... strange discomfort. "Been training in the Dark Forest, Silverfawn?" If possible, his clanmate's name was spoken with more hatred then had been in his mind at the thought of the Dark Forest. The thought of anyone training in that horrible, StarClan forsaken place sent shudders down his spine. Now why, why on earth, would anyone want to train there?

[Leucos]

Foxkit saw the tail too late, but since it was too much fluff and not enough bone he just went right through the fur that was hanging down,"haHA!" He smiled.

River teeth grew disy and wobbled back and forth three times and shook his fur. He looked at the little kit who had a smile on his face, the tom panted and put a paw on the kits head " your not half bad old sport" he said and his British accent was clear.

[Seraphon]

River teeth grew disy and wobbled back and forth three times and shook his fur. He looked at the little kit who had a smile on his face, the tom panted and put a paw on the kits head " your not half bad old sport" he said and his British accent was clear.
Foxkit stopped and smiled. When Riverteeth put his paw on Foxkit's head and said that Foxkit wasn't bad Foxkit replied with,"neither are you,"although he said it between small pants.

[Leucos]

Foxkit stopped and smiled. When Riverteeth put his paw on Foxkit's head and said that Foxkit wasn't bad Foxkit replied with,"neither are you,"although he said it between small pants.

River teeth smiles and sat down and raised his left paw with one claw sharpend and scratched his chin " now um, how good are you with keeping your guard up? " the tom said and he got up and walked beside foxkit heading towards the den exit.

[Seraphon]

River teeth smiles and sat down and raised his left paw with one claw sharpend and scratched his chin " now um, how good are you with keeping your guard up? " the tom said and he got up and walked beside foxkit heading towards the den exit.
"Ummmm... I don't know," Foxkit squeaked excitedly, following him.

(I'm going to bed soon)

[Leucos]

"Ummmm... I don't know," Foxkit squeaked excitedly, following him.

(I'm going to bed soon)

The tom looked back in the corner of his eye " well then let's test that !! " he said and raised his paw and pinned foxkit down but not hurting him

(Ok continue tomarow or u like )

[Seraphon]

The tom looked back in the corner of his eye " well then let's test that !! " he said and raised his paw and pinned foxkit down but not hurting him

(Ok continue tomarow or u like )
Foxkit struggled and pushed and wriggled to move the tom's paw.

(Sure! ^u^)

[Leucos]

Foxkit struggled and pushed and wriggled to move the tom's paw.

(Sure! ^u^)

River teeth laughed and was close to foxkits face and his whiskers where straight his mouth showed a grin and his ear twitched " tsc tsc , your not very good , you let your guard down and I'm afraid that won t make for a good warrior always keep your guard like the old saying ' trick me once shame on you trick me twice same on me" he said and took his paw of f the kit and helped him up.

[Seraphon]

River teeth laughed and was close to foxkits face and his whiskers where straight his mouth showed a grin and his ear twitched " tsc tsc , your not very good , you let your guard down and I'm afraid that won t make for a good warrior always keep your guard like the old saying ' trick me once shame on you trick me twice same on me" he said and took his paw of f the kit and helped him up.
Foxkit pounced bowling Riverteeth over,"Ha! What was that you said? Your not very good? You let your guard down? That won't make for a good warrior, like the old saying, trick me once, shame on you, trick me twice, shame on me?" He grinned down at him and bopped him on the head with his paw.

[Slash-GNR]

monfang

A blueish grey she cat could be seen sitting outside the apprentices den. That cat was Cobaltpaw. She yawned as the morning sun hit her eyes, and she squinted. Cobaltpaw shook her head as she felt a shock wave if warmth enter her body from the sun. She watched as early rising warriors got up and began his or her duty to the clan. She, however, normally was one of the first apprentices up. The young female always enjoyed watching the older cats because she wanted to learn. Cobaltpaw had always thirst for knowledge and now she could get it. She smiled at the thought as she flexed her needle like claws and awaited any other apprentices to get up.

[monfang]

monfang

A blueish grey she cat could be seen sitting outside the apprentices den. That cat was Cobaltpaw. She yawned as the morning sun hit her eyes, and she squinted. Cobaltpaw shook her head as she felt a shock wave if warmth enter her body from the sun. She watched as early rising warriors got up and began his or her duty to the clan. She, however, normally was one of the first apprentices up. The young female always enjoyed watching the older cats because she wanted to learn. Cobaltpaw had always thirst for knowledge and now she could get it. She smiled at the thought as she flexed her needle like claws and awaited any other apprentices to get up.
Firepaw stepped silently out with Kestrelpaw and Sunpaw. They went their separate ways, and he just strolled to the fresh kill pile, grabbing a vole, and he layed down, eating his breakfast. The ginger and white tom nibbled his food, his green eyes down on the vole, not straying anywhere else. He wasn't really social. He just stuck to his siblings and himself. As he finished, he dug a small hole and buried the bones, and he layed in a sunspot letting his mind drift around. No training today. Thank goodness. His muscles ached from the strain. He had been training hard though, he was just that kind of cat. He never spoke, just nodded and shook his head. But he spoke with his siblings, rarely. He learned gestures so he wouldn't have to speak often. He was becoming mute, so it was unpredictable when he'd speak. And as unpredictable to when he'd stop speaking completely.

[Panic]

Riverteeth looked at the vole "nice catch and everything has been fine , I just hope my brother is doing ok in his clan" he said as he looked down and nibbled at his right paw.

"I'm sure he's comfortable there. What Clan is he in, again?" She took his nibbling as a sign of worry. "I'm sure he can handle himself."

[Random Melody]

The tom waited for a response and even braced himself. He wasn't sure how she would react and honestly, he was quite scared that she might snap at him. But he had to stay strong. He had to grow up and not jump at any sharp response, for that might upset her even more. He tried not to do anything like that, but it was hard. He was a good warrior and was quite well skilled for a cat of his age, but he was still easily scared. At least it wasn't as bad as apprenticehood. He had been quite the coward back then. "That's good," he murmured, pressing his nose to her cheek. On the outside, he was calm and loving. On the inside, he was sighing in relief. He was glad that she didn’t seemed angered at this point in time. But that could change at any moment. Just don’t do anything wrong, Stormstrike told himself, closing his eyes as he breathed in her scent.

“I’m fine.” He was doing quite well despite all the rain that had been pouring down recently. And despite her snappy attitude. He would put up with anything for Snowstar’s sake. “I think I’ve shaking him off my tail,” he purred, amusement flickering in his eyes as he moved back. “He's probably getting used to me,” he continued in a playful tone. Now that they were mates, the stormy pelted warrior had been spending a small portion of his time with Snowstar’s siblings when he felt like it. He had at first been a bit shy, but he was growing more comfortable around them.

Snowstar purred softly at his gentle touch, giving her mate's nose a quick lick as she curled her tail over her back paws. Her ice blue eyes peered up at Stormstrike, a warm smile on her face. She didnt want to snap at him any more than she had recently, and luckily she wasnt feeling so irritable. She knew that could change, but she had to learn to curb her tongue, not snap. The Siamese took a deep breath.

"Good." The young leader shifted on her paws a little so she could lean against her mate, her best friend, letting her head drop to rest on his shoulder as she gazed up at him with loving ice blue eyes. A small smile tugged at her maw. "That's what he wants you to believe. I'd watch out." She warned playfully, allowing a soft chuckle to escape her lips.

[Leucos]

Foxkit pounced bowling Riverteeth over,"Ha! What was that you said? Your not very good? You let your guard down? That won't make for a good warrior, like the old saying, trick me once, shame on you, trick me twice, shame on me?" He grinned down at him and bopped him on the head with his paw.

" Ha!ok ok, you got me . But try and catch me while I do this! " river teeth said and used the duck and twirl move making him stand a few inches away from the kit and and ran to the corner of the den.

[Seraphon]

" Ha!ok ok, you got me . But try and catch me while I do this! " river teeth said and used the duck and twirl move making him stand a few inches away from the kit and and ran to the corner of the den.
Foxkit scampered after him.

[Leucos]

"I'm sure he's comfortable there. What Clan is he in, again?" She took his nibbling as a sign of worry. "I'm sure he can handle himself."

The tom sighed " my brother redfeather is a shadow clan warrior, he hated the way he was treated here since he thought that this is not how an actual clan should behave so he whent to shadow clan instead" he looked down " we both fought each other before he left but being dishonorable fighter he won " river teeths ears whent flat and turned around to nibble his tail.

[Leucos]

Foxkit scampered after him.

The dusty blue tom laughed but didint see where he was going and tripped on a rock and tumbled to the wall his face was facing the ground and his tail was in his face " they really need to clean this place up almost twisted a paw!" River teeth said as he blew his tail out of his face.

[Seraphon]

The dusty blue tom laughed but didint see where he was going and tripped on a rock and tumbled to the wall his face was facing the ground and his tail was in his face " they really need to clean this place up almost twisted a paw!" River teeth said as he blew his tail out of his face.
Foxkit skidded to a halt and smiled up at him.

[Leucos]

Foxkit skidded to a halt and smiled up at him.

River teeth turned over on his tumy and looked at the kit . He smiled remembering his other brother that had left him for another clan and betrayed his own. But this kit was different " you know if you need anything foxkit just let me know and try not to get your paws into trouble? " the tom said and patted the kits head with his paw. ' I may have failed to protect my brother but I will protect this troublesome kit'

[Seraphon]

River teeth turned over on his tumy and looked at the kit . He smiled remembering his other brother that had left him for another clan and betrayed his own. But this kit was different " you know if you need anything foxkit just let me know and try not to get your paws into trouble? " the tom said and patted the kits head with his paw. ' I may have failed to protect my brother but I will protect this troublesome kit'
Foxkit nodded and wiggled his haunches,"sure!"

[Leucos]

Foxkit nodded and wiggled his haunches,"sure!"

The tom got up and stretches his paws feeling his stomach rumble " hey foxkit how about we go hunt some food? Wanna hunt in thunderclan territory? " he said as he patted out of the den and looked back at the kit with one ear up and one ear down .

[Seraphon]

The tom got up and stretches his paws feeling his stomach rumble " hey foxkit how about we go hunt some food? Wanna hunt in thunderclan territory? " he said as he patted out of the den and looked back at the kit with one ear up and one ear down .
"That would be great! But I don't think I'm allowed to leave camp yet, am I?" He asked curiously and excitedly.

[Leucos]

"That would be great! But I don't think I'm allowed to leave camp yet, am I?" He asked curiously and excitedly.

The British like Tom sat down and used one claw to scratch his chin ( he's kinda like scar but has good intentions ) then out of the corner of his eye he looked at the den entrance and back at the kit " well it depends how old you are and well we shall see from there but I won't tell any one " river teeth said with a wink and a happy thrash of his tail.

( river teeth has same voice like scar sort of same hair style but has good intentions )

[Ceridwen]

The feline didn't respond in any way at his friendly 'hey,' and seemed not to notice him until he plopped down next to her. Her head swiveled around in order to face this new companion - and she gave a slight dip of her head at his words. "Yes. I'm Kestrelpaw. Is there something I can help you with?" The feline asked, glancing at the larger tom. Unlike some cats, she was not intimidated by a larger tom. Kestrelpaw knew she could hold her own in a fight, although what cat would attack a clanmate unprovoked?

She was able to keep from physically attacking someone quite easily, knowing the consequences were going to be heavier then she wanted. And besides, there were other, more logical approaches to settling a disagreement. Talking it out was one. No, Kestrelpaw was not completely against fighting. She was willing to resort to claws and fangs if she needed to, though she had found there was normally a better way. At a younger age, she thought that fighting was the only way. And even now, she was strongly for attacking WindClan. How dare they blame ThunderClan?! Now that there was a prisoner involved, Kestrelpaw believed they had already gotten somewhat of revenge on the Clan. "And you're Buffalopaw, I believe." The way she spoke made it sound as though she didn't think very much of the tom - though that could just as easily have been untrue as true, with the way that the feline chose to voice most things.

The tom beside her looked happy - delighted - and Kestrelpaw was stumped as to what it could be. Maybe the weather? No, with his thick pelt and the green-leaf heat, that couldn't possibly be it. Even the sandy feline had trouble with the heat at times, although on this morning it wasn't quite as bad as it had been previously. Which was nice... Kestrelpaw certainly appreciated that.

Her green eyes studied her new companion, moving over every inch of his thick, luscious, very well taken care of pelt... his friendly, smiling features... and his friendly looking eyes. Maybe he was just one of those cats that was naturally happy. Yes, yes, that must be it. An optimist. Kestrelpaw herself was a realist, she was neither optimistic nor pessimistic all the time. She was an analyst. A logical girl. All in all, the type of she cat that she would have liked to see more often. It seemed she cats like to play dumb to get toms... and it worked, didn't it? But Kestrelpaw would never do that. Oh no, you would never catch her acting like an idiot to get some guy's attention. She was too smart for that. If you wanted her attention, you would have to say something that was worth it. Otherwise?

She was likely to walk away in the middle of a conversation. It might not be anything personal against that cat, but if they protested, she was likely to tell them just how boring they were. Now what kind of a tom liked that kind of she cat? The answer... a tolerant, if not brave one.


His smile shrank a bit when he realized that he had, perhaps, crossed some kind of line. The she-cat's demeanor was austere, withheld, maybe she wanted to be alone. However, he didn't let it crush his spirits-- he'd already interrupted her, he might as well keep trying to have a conversation-- or was that backwards? Regardless, he shrugged his shoulders, and with a gleam in his amber eyes, he continued,"Oh, well, nice to meet you!" he chuckled,"Yeah, that's me! I suppose I'm just wondering what's on your mind? You seem...well pardon me but you seem down, er something,"

Boundaries were something he had a hard time with. In his eyes, a world where cats shared everything with each other would be wonderful, but he also knew that many more reserved cats might have the opposite opinion. While he hoped he hadn't offended her, he'd also hoped to learn more about this she-cat. Quiet cats often had the most interesting things to say, he'd found. Though, this particular apprentice had an intimidating air around her, and he started to feel a bit of pressure,"I-I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," He gave a nervous laugh

[Seraphon]

The British like Tom sat down and used one claw to scratch his chin ( he's kinda like scar but has good intentions ) then out of the corner of his eye he looked at the den entrance and back at the kit " well it depends how old you are and well we shall see from there but I won't tell any one " river teeth said with a wink and a happy thrash of his tail.

( river teeth has same voice like scar sort of same hair style but has good intentions )
(Ok!)"I'm three moons old!" He bounced up and down.

[dionysus]

@Random Melchester

Lynxheart padded out of the warriors den and into the sun, stifling a yawn. He'd slept in later than usual, preferring to be up around dawn, and felt decided to go on a hunting trip to make up for it. Before he left, however, Lynxheart decided to groom his fur, noticing little bits of moss ensnared in the maze of hair. He settled himself in a warm patch of golden light and drew his tongue down his back, chest, tail, everywhere. As he groomed, the observant tom watched the clearing. All appeared well and cats were going about their daily business. A faint sadness had taken root in his heart moons ago and had sprouted into a mighty tree with tendrils wrapping tightly around the beating organ, reaching even to his paws and making them heavy. Lynxheart was lonely. The sight of other cats conversing and sharing tongues pained him, because he didn't have it for himself. Then the tom thought about what life would be like if no one loved and decided that if one cat had to be alone, he'd rather it be him. A bittersweet emotion welled up inside of him as he thought of his clanmates around him. He truly loved Thunderclan and every cat in it. Why should he feel lonely when he had such a large family?

Having succeeded in lifting his own spirits, Lynxheart sat up taller and turned his eyes towards the nursery, wondering how the queens and kits were faring. Perhaps I should bring over something for them to eat. He thought, looking to the freshkill pile. The tom decided he would do just that and hopefully gain a friend for a quick conversation before his hunt in the process. The Maine Coon stood, sweeping his tongue over the last few unruly tufts of fur on his chest, and headed for the freshkill pile. Upon reaching said pile, the warrior deliberated for a moment before choosing a plump mouse. Lynxheart bounded over to the nursery, mouse swinging from his jaws and bumping against his chest as he stopped just outside of the entrance of the warm, sweet-smelling den.

[Leucos]

(Ok!)"I'm three moons old!" He bounced up and down.

The toms ears whent down and shook his head " that's a little to young I'm afraid, your mother will probably smack me silly" he said but his tail still kept a happy look . River teeth got up and walked out of the den "you might just want to stick with playing in the den " he smiled as he looked back and exit the warriors den.

[Random Melody]

@Random Melchester

Lynxheart padded out of the warriors den and into the sun, stifling a yawn. He'd slept in later than usual, preferring to be up around dawn, and felt decided to go on a hunting trip to make up for it. Before he left, however, Lynxheart decided to groom his fur, noticing little bits of moss ensnared in the maze of hair. He settled himself in a warm patch of golden light and drew his tongue down his back, chest, tail, everywhere. As he groomed, the observant tom watched the clearing. All appeared well and cats were going about their daily business. A faint sadness had taken root in his heart moons ago and had sprouted into a mighty tree with tendrils wrapping tightly around the beating organ, reaching even to his paws and making them heavy. Lynxheart was lonely. The sight of other cats conversing and sharing tongues pained him, because he didn't have it for himself. Then the tom thought about what life would be like if no one loved and decided that if one cat had to be alone, he'd rather it be him. A bittersweet emotion welled up inside of him as he thought of his clanmates around him. He truly loved Thunderclan and every cat in it. Why should he feel lonely when he had such a large family?

Having succeeded in lifting his own spirits, Lynxheart sat up taller and turned his eyes towards the nursery, wondering how the queens and kits were faring. Perhaps I should bring over something for them to eat. He thought, looking to the freshkill pile. The tom decided he would do just that and hopefully gain a friend for a quick conversation before his hunt in the process. The Maine Coon stood, sweeping his tongue over the last few unruly tufts of fur on his chest, and headed for the freshkill pile. Upon reaching said pile, the warrior deliberated for a moment before choosing a plump mouse. Lynxheart bounded over to the nursery, mouse swinging from his jaws and bumping against his chest as he stopped just outside of the entrance of the warm, sweet-smelling den.


Instead of stuck inside the nursery like she probably should have been, Goldensky was stretched out outside, paws neatly curled under her chest and her eyes shut, listening to the sounds around her. Occasionally, she would crack her eyes open to glance at her swollen stomach every now and then, as if expecting the kits to come any minute. Well, they would live if they did, but that was unlikely, it wasnt time yet. Still, possibilities.

She was surprised she didnt feel as irritable as her sister felt. Maybe pregnancy affects cats differently, Goldensky's ears twitched, twisting her head to groom down the fur sticking up along her spine. She felt mostly calm, which was surprising. Especially with everything going on recently. Goldensky knew she wasnt exactly trusted among most of her Clanmates, and as much as she despised it, she understood. She had, after all, teamed up with her brother, who had killed her father.

Not to mention, the father of her kits was none other than the cat who had killed his own brother. Who happened to be the love of Fernpaw's life, when she had been alive. The thought of her sister brought a hollow feeling to Goldensky's chest, suddenly remembering why she had gone crazy in the first place. We all grieve in different ways, I guess. Goldensky thought dryly, her sky blue eyes fixed straight ahead now. She wished there was a way to rewind and choose a different route, but she couldnt. She had to go with this how it was and hope for the best.

Goldensky snapped out of her thoughts when she heard someone approach the nursery, lifting her head to see who it was. For a brief second she hoped it was Foxthorn, or even Blackstorm - Goldensky loved her brother, regardless of his crimes. After all, she had gone "evil" first, right? - And a small twinge of disappointment stabbed at her when she saw it wasnt her brother. Or, anyone in her family, in fact. Still, she'd be polite and greet him.

"Hello," Goldensky managed a small smile at the Tom, looking at the mouse dangling from his jaws. Her stomach started to rumble from the warm smell coming from it, but she pushed it back. It was probably for whoever this Tom's mate was. "Visiting someone?" Goldensky gestured with her muzzle toward the nursery, shifting a little bit so that she was lying halfway on her side as she gazed up at Lynxheart with curious sky blue eyes.

[dionysus]

Instead of stuck inside the nursery like she probably should have been, Goldensky was stretched out outside, paws neatly curled under her chest and her eyes shut, listening to the sounds around her. Occasionally, she would crack her eyes open to glance at her swollen stomach every now and then, as if expecting the kits to come any minute. Well, they would live if they did, but that was unlikely, it wasnt time yet. Still, possibilities.

She was surprised she didnt feel as irritable as her sister felt. Maybe pregnancy affects cats differently, Goldensky's ears twitched, twisting her head to groom down the fur sticking up along her spine. She felt mostly calm, which was surprising. Especially with everything going on recently. Goldensky knew she wasnt exactly trusted among most of her Clanmates, and as much as she despised it, she understood. She had, after all, teamed up with her brother, who had killed her father.

Not to mention, the father of her kits was none other than the cat who had killed his own brother. Who happened to be the love of Fernpaw's life, when she had been alive. The thought of her sister brought a hollow feeling to Goldensky's chest, suddenly remembering why she had gone crazy in the first place. We all grieve in different ways, I guess. Goldensky thought dryly, her sky blue eyes fixed straight ahead now. She wished there was a way to rewind and choose a different route, but she couldnt. She had to go with this how it was and hope for the best.

Goldensky snapped out of her thoughts when she heard someone approach the nursery, lifting her head to see who it was. For a brief second she hoped it was Foxthorn, or even Blackstorm - Goldensky loved her brother, regardless of his crimes. After all, she had gone "evil" first, right? - And a small twinge of disappointment stabbed at her when she saw it wasnt her brother. Or, anyone in her family, in fact. Still, she'd be polite and greet him.

"Hello," Goldensky managed a small smile at the Tom, looking at the mouse dangling from his jaws. Her stomach started to rumble from the warm smell coming from it, but she pushed it back. It was probably for whoever this Tom's mate was. "Visiting someone?" Goldensky gestured with her muzzle toward the nursery, shifting a little bit so that she was lying halfway on her side as she gazed up at Lynxheart with curious sky blue eyes.


At first, Lynxheart hadn't noticed the gold-furred queen lounging outside the nursery. Of course, he'd have to be as blind as a bat to not notice her once he got closer to the nursery, however, so her greeting didn't surprise him. The handsome warrior turned his piercing amber eyes on the molly as she smiled and said hello. His gaze grew warm and he sat down, dropping his prey gently. Way to be stiff! He cursed at himself silently, hoping he hadn't made the queen think he was cold and unfriendly. It wasn't that he tried to be stiff and closed-off, but Lynxheart was by nature an introvert and talking to cats he didn't know was awkward for him. Lynxheart wasn't afraid of other cats, far from it! He loved company and other felines, but for some Starclan forsaken reason he could be the awkwardest cat in the five clans when meeting someone new.

Determined not to be awkward, Lynxheart smiled and replied, "Hello, and no. I'm not visiting, just bringing some prey over for whoever wants it." His eyes had flicked to her stomach when it had growled, and a smirk was growing on his face as he met her gaze once more. "Would you like it?" He queried with a twitch of his whiskers.

Quite certain the she-cat would say yes, he nudged the rodent closer to her. "My name is Lynxheart, by the way." The warrior curled his long-haired tail over his paws and shifted uncomfortably as his own stomach let out a whine. He had yet to eat that morning, wanting to bring back some prey for the clan before he took a meal of his own.

[Random Melody]

At first, Lynxheart hadn't noticed the gold-furred queen lounging outside the nursery. Of course, he'd have to be as blind as a bat to not notice her once he got closer to the nursery, however, so her greeting didn't surprise him. The handsome warrior turned his piercing amber eyes on the molly as she smiled and said hello. His gaze grew warm and he sat down, dropping his prey gently. Way to be stiff! He cursed at himself silently, hoping he hadn't made the queen think he was cold and unfriendly. It wasn't that he tried to be stiff and closed-off, but Lynxheart was by nature an introvert and talking to cats he didn't know was awkward for him. Lynxheart wasn't afraid of other cats, far from it! He loved company and other felines, but for some Starclan forsaken reason he could be the awkwardest cat in the five clans when meeting someone new.

Determined not to be awkward, Lynxheart smiled and replied, "Hello, and no. I'm not visiting, just bringing some prey over for whoever wants it." His eyes had flicked to her stomach when it had growled, and a smirk was growing on his face as he met her gaze once more. "Would you like it?" He queried with a twitch of his whiskers.

Quite certain the she-cat would say yes, he nudged the rodent closer to her. "My name is Lynxheart, by the way." The warrior curled his long-haired tail over his paws and shifted uncomfortably as his own stomach let out a whine. He had yet to eat that morning, wanting to bring back some prey for the clan before he took a meal of his own.


Goldensky couldnt help but flinch slightly, more out of surprise than anything as Lynxheart dropped the mouse. For a second, she thought he was gonna turn tail and walk off. That wouldnt have surprised her. The queen knew the few cats who knew about her past tried to avoid her, Lynxheart was probably one of them. However, when the Tom smiled back, a rush of relief flooded Goldensky's gaze.

"Oh," Goldensky blinked at him, then at the mouse, faintly surprised. "That's very kind. ThunderClan could use more warriors like you." She huffed out, although amusement shone in her sky blue eyes. It was true, so many warriors thought they had better things to be doing than bringing Queens and kits and elders fresh-kill. Because that was an apprentice job. Goldensky rolled her eyes a little, then looked up when Lynxheart asked if she wanted the mouse.

"I could eat." The golden she-cat admitted as she pushed herself back up slightly so she could raise her head a little. "Im Goldensky," She introduced, giving the Tom a once-over. "Its nice to meet you." He was definitely handsome, but he was no Oakmark. Still, she was taking quite a liking to him already. As a friend. Lowering her head, Goldensky took a bite of the mouse, but she didnt miss the whine from Lynxheart's stomach. Swallowing what she had in her mouth, she nosed the mouse over to him again. "We can share," she offered, giving him a half-smile.

[dionysus]

Goldensky couldnt help but flinch slightly, more out of surprise than anything as Lynxheart dropped the mouse. For a second, she thought he was gonna turn tail and walk off. That wouldnt have surprised her. The queen knew the few cats who knew about her past tried to avoid her, Lynxheart was probably one of them. However, when the Tom smiled back, a rush of relief flooded Goldensky's gaze.

"Oh," Goldensky blinked at him, then at the mouse, faintly surprised. "That's very kind. ThunderClan could use more warriors like you." She huffed out, although amusement shone in her sky blue eyes. It was true, so many warriors thought they had better things to be doing than bringing Queens and kits and elders fresh-kill. Because that was an apprentice job. Goldensky rolled her eyes a little, then looked up when Lynxheart asked if she wanted the mouse.

"I could eat." The golden she-cat admitted as she pushed herself back up slightly so she could raise her head a little. "Im Goldensky," She introduced, giving the Tom a once-over. "Its nice to meet you." He was definitely handsome, but he was no Oakmark. Still, she was taking quite a liking to him already. As a friend. Lowering her head, Goldensky took a bite of the mouse, but she didnt miss the whine from Lynxheart's stomach. Swallowing what she had in her mouth, she nosed the mouse over to him again. "We can share," she offered, giving him a half-smile.

Lynxheart had noticed the flinch and attributed it to his being too unfriendly when they'd first started talking. The tom wanted to make up for it, but then the queen seemed to grow more relaxed and she even complimented him. He smiled and ducked his head humbly, "I'm just doing my duty as a warrior. But thank you for the compliment." His happiness at her praise shone in his eyes and Lynxheart's smile widened. He gave a tiny nod when she accepted the mouse, glad that he could do something nice for a clanmate. When she told him her name, the tom didn't pause a moment, even though he knew exactly who she was. Personally, he thought that every cat deserved a second chance but he didn't want to get into the whole story with her, guessing that it might be unsettling for her.

Goldensky's offer to share made him even more embarrassed, and the tom flicked an ear uncomfortably "No, no. You need it more then me," he declined, nodding to her stomach. "Although, if you wouldn't be opposed to company, I could grab some prey for myself and come back?" Lynxheart liked the she-cat. She seemed nice and he thought that they could be friends. Of course, his interest didn't go anywhere beyond that, obviously she was in the nursery for a reason. Besides, he'd just bring back as much prey as possible from his hunting trip later. The clan wouldn't miss one mouse in the time between him eating it and returning from hunting.

[Random Melody]

Lynxheart had noticed the flinch and attributed it to his being too unfriendly when they'd first started talking. The tom wanted to make up for it, but then the queen seemed to grow more relaxed and she even complimented him. He smiled and ducked his head humbly, "I'm just doing my duty as a warrior. But thank you for the compliment." His happiness at her praise shone in his eyes and Lynxheart's smile widened. He gave a tiny nod when she accepted the mouse, glad that he could do something nice for a clanmate. When she told him her name, the tom didn't pause a moment, even though he knew exactly who she was. Personally, he thought that every cat deserved a second chance but he didn't want to get into the whole story with her, guessing that it might be unsettling for her.

Goldensky's offer to share made him even more embarrassed, and the tom flicked an ear uncomfortably "No, no. You need it more then me," he declined, nodding to her stomach. "Although, if you wouldn't be opposed to company, I could grab some prey for myself and come back?" Lynxheart liked the she-cat. She seemed nice and he thought that they could be friends. Of course, his interest didn't go anywhere beyond that, obviously she was in the nursery for a reason. Besides, he'd just bring back as much prey as possible from his hunting trip later. The clan wouldn't miss one mouse in the time between him eating it and returning from hunting.


Goldensky smiled a little as he thanked her, glancing up for a moment to gauge his reaction. If he knew who she was, he didnt show it. Goldensky was surprised, but grateful. After all, it did get kind of lonely with cats avoiding her left and right.

Part of the reason she was out here in the clearing and not inside with the other queens was because of the looks they sent her, the way they pulled their kits closer when Goldensky looked toward them. It was horrible. Did they really think Goldensky would hurt kits? She'd never really hurt anybody. She'd just followed in her brothers lead. But Goldensky didnt have anybody's blood on her claws.

Except Fernpaw's. I could have saved her from the fire. Goldensky's heart ached at the thought, but she shook it off and smiled up at Lynxheart. "I would like some company. Im pretty lonely." She purred back. She was warming up to this Tom quickly. After all, he wasnt looking at her like she was about to lash out and sink her teeth into his throat. Goldensky shook off the thought once more, lowering her head to take another bite of the mouse. Honestly, she had to get it out of her head. Let it go.

[Seraphon]

The toms ears whent down and shook his head " that's a little to young I'm afraid, your mother will probably smack me silly" he said but his tail still kept a happy look . River teeth got up and walked out of the den "you might just want to stick with playing in the den " he smiled as he looked back and exit the warriors den.
(Do you wanna continue in the clearing or no?)

[wren]

A brown tabby entered the warriors' den, muscles moving smoothly beneath his tabby pelt. Bright, intelligent eyes glanced over Silverfawn, looking partly worried by the sight of the unsheathed, outstretched claws... the shredded nest... and the beads of sweat that had gathered on her forehead. "Have you had a nightmare?" The tabby's voice was deep, calm, but not concerned. Falconclaw was never concerned. He wasn't that worried about his clanmates, knowing that they could take care of themselves, although there were accounts of training happening in the Dark Forest. And it frightened the tom to think he could be a victim of such a horrible crime. To him, that was the nudge that should be enough to exile any cat from the Clan. Training in the Dark Forest? What a horrible, horrible thought. Falconclaw believed in StarClan - yet he had defended his Clan against SkyClan during the liberation, because he hadn't believed them.

They were strangers. And, he would protect his Clan to his last breath. Even if it meant risking fighting for the wrong side, which was exactly the fear that had come true. And yet Falconclaw still didn't care. As far as he was concerned, everything was absolutely fine. It had ended up alright - despite the fact they had a horrible leader. He disagreed with almost everything Snowstar did. "Eat too much prey?" Was the tom's other suggestion as his eyes roamed over her. Falconclaw was not the type of cat to show when he was worried about another. He was more the type to be a 'get over it' feline, saying those exact words to cats he believed were trying to play off as though they were really hurt by something. Which bothered the tabby to no end. No apprentice of his, or friend of his for that matter, would ever act that way. Because Falconclaw didn't associate himself with losers. There was one other option - though Falconclaw was hesitant to speak it - before he sighed. This cat was a mere acquaintance, someone that the tabby didn't know very well, and while he might enjoy her company - they most certainly were not friends. It was doubtful that he would become friends with her, just being the type of cat that he was.

The type to be deemed a jerk by pretty much everyone he came across. A jerk, sometimes loyal, sometimes protective, sometimes... nice. Though Cloudrain had been the only one to actually call him nice, which Falconclaw found amusing - considering, after all, the fact that he didn't have the best reputation for carrying out that particular adjective. He was not known as a nice cat. He wasn't even known as a decent cat, really, though some might have argued with him on that point. Which Falconclaw would have found nice - but unnecessary. He knew that he wasn't the nicest of cats. He never had been and he never would be. And that was not a problem for him. Bright eyes continued to watch Silverfawn, as he struggled to remember her name, before his eyes narrowed. The final option. The last one that would cause this amount of... strange discomfort. "Been training in the Dark Forest, Silverfawn?" If possible, his clanmate's name was spoken with more hatred then had been in his mind at the thought of the Dark Forest. The thought of anyone training in that horrible, StarClan forsaken place sent shudders down his spine. Now why, why on earth, would anyone want to train there?



Panting heavily, the she cat lowered herself onto her belly and pressed her face into her paws. Shutting and squeezing her eyes tight to escape redreeds face. And yet even there was the cat. In her mind. She couldn't go on like this, if she attempted to sleep the reoccurring nightmare would plague her of any rest. If she made an attempt to take a walk she would jump from her own shadow. She re opened her eyes. Perhaps I'll star gaze, the possibility of me seeing redreed in the stars isn't very likely. That's where starclan reside. They will forgive me... Right? just as she rose to her paws and stretched herself out falconclaws siloute appeared in front of her. She jerked her head upwards and stared at him. Fear hidden deep within her blue optics. She swallowed the bile raisin in her roast and stared him down. Challenging him to ask questions. I wasn't doing anything suspicious... Right? No how could he know? You are being to paranoid silverfawn... Just breath. He was problably just coming in to sleep now. Right? He couldn't have seen anything. pausing to collect her thoughts she sat down casually. Nightmares. Yes. I don't even have to lie! she smiled weakly "Yes. Just nightmares" she meows. Looking him up and down catiosuly.

She had seen the Tom around so many times, she had also bumped into him this one time as well. Literally knocking him over. The other times she looked like such a clutz. Maybe it was because she found his aesthetic quite intriguing, who could really say? I could fall head over heels for anyone. Which means my standards are quite low. She lashed her tail. Her nerves seemed to have faded away and for the first time sac de meeting him she wasn't acting mouse brained "well, I'm just going out to uh. Stargaze. I suppose you wouldn't mind just letting me pass?" she questioned, keeping her voice in a low whisper. To avoid waking her clanmates. Oh silver. Stop being a whimp and invite him to go with you! It will be fun to have a companion. she thought, but just as she was going to open her mouth he started first. As she settled back to listen the colour in her face drained very slowly. Her eyes widened beyond normal size and she leaned far back from him. "W- what?" she stuttered, merely a gasp of words. She pulled her tail in around her hindlegs and ducked her head away from him. She swallowed hard trying to dismiss the lump in her throat. Her lip quivered.

How did he know? No. No I can't believe this is happening to me. I thought I got over this! she stood on her paws and crouched over her nest. Hackles raised with fear. The hatred of his words behind her name made her shudder. Made her skin crawl with invisible insects. "It's it's not what you think, falconclaw... I.. I.. S- swear it's not w- what you think" she said earnestly. She was so desperate for acceptance that it brought her to silent tears. First forming in her eyes than trailing down through her fur. Heating her face. Her teeth chattered nervously. Just as she was able to break her walls down and open herself up to others, this happens. Falconclaw came and smashed her walls to dust yet again. Breaking down what she had already rebuilt of herself.

[Leucos]

(Do you wanna continue in the clearing or no?)


(If it not trouble I would like to rp in shadow clan as redfeather since that's river teeths brother, I hope u not mind )
(And I have not rp there yet:))

[Seraphon]

(If it not trouble I would like to rp in shadow clan as redfeather since that's river teeths brother, I hope u not mind )
(And I have not rp there yet:))
(I don't mind ;))

[lone]

His smile shrank a bit when he realized that he had, perhaps, crossed some kind of line. The she-cat's demeanor was austere, withheld, maybe she wanted to be alone. However, he didn't let it crush his spirits-- he'd already interrupted her, he might as well keep trying to have a conversation-- or was that backwards? Regardless, he shrugged his shoulders, and with a gleam in his amber eyes, he continued,"Oh, well, nice to meet you!" he chuckled,"Yeah, that's me! I suppose I'm just wondering what's on your mind? You seem...well pardon me but you seem down, er something,"

Boundaries were something he had a hard time with. In his eyes, a world where cats shared everything with each other would be wonderful, but he also knew that many more reserved cats might have the opposite opinion. While he hoped he hadn't offended her, he'd also hoped to learn more about this she-cat. Quiet cats often had the most interesting things to say, he'd found. Though, this particular apprentice had an intimidating air around her, and he started to feel a bit of pressure,"I-I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," He gave a nervous laugh
The sandy feline examined Buffalopaw with the air of 'do whatever you want, doesn't matter to me.' "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just observing. What, has the Clan come to the point that if an apprentice isn't running around making friends they're 'abnormal' or 'down?'" Kestrelpaw's voice was partly angry. It was frustrating that there were cats who thought there was something wrong with her simply because she wasn't the type to make friends. She never had been. Kestrelpaw was more the type of cat to sit alone at a party rather then socialize. The type to stay away from making new friends. Her brothers were her friends. Her mentor was her friend. She had a few outside friends, though not many, and she had never been the type to think that it was 'cool' to have a lot of friends.

To her, that was the opposite of cool. Why would you want a bunch of cats crowding around you all the time, giggling about nothing and gossiping? "I just don't need a lot of friends in my life. That's all." And as a matter of fact, the apprentice seemed to make enemies more easily then friends. And on the occasion she would make a friend, it was surprising if they managed to get any closer to her then the basic occasional hunting, friendly talking stage. It was even more surprising if they got her to tell them a single secret... Kestrelpaw being the type that kept her secrets to herself and her family - which she included her mentor as a part of. He was like an older brother to her, which was nice.

She was constantly surrounded by toms... as friends, that was. Friends who she thought of as brothers. Because for whatever reason, she cats just didn't seem to like Kestrelpaw much - at all. And toms didn't necessarily find her attractive, either.

[Slash-GNR]

Firepaw stepped silently out with Kestrelpaw and Sunpaw. They went their separate ways, and he just strolled to the fresh kill pile, grabbing a vole, and he layed down, eating his breakfast. The ginger and white tom nibbled his food, his green eyes down on the vole, not straying anywhere else. He wasn't really social. He just stuck to his siblings and himself. As he finished, he dug a small hole and buried the bones, and he layed in a sunspot letting his mind drift around. No training today. Thank goodness. His muscles ached from the strain. He had been training hard though, he was just that kind of cat. He never spoke, just nodded and shook his head. But he spoke with his siblings, rarely. He learned gestures so he wouldn't have to speak often. He was becoming mute, so it was unpredictable when he'd speak. And as unpredictable to when he'd stop speaking completely.

Cobaltpaw perked her ears as a small band of apprentices stepped out of the den. She fixated her blue and green eyes upon them as they seemed to separate. She would have thought nothing of it except the smallest one seemed to be left out and was going to grab a bite to eat. The she cat twitched her nose as she glanced over to him seeing what he would grab. The tom seemed to take a vole as his choice. Cobaltpaw didn't mind his decision. She watched him eat and blurry the bones. He didn't seem the stood up, confident kind of cat, and she couldn't really say the same for herself. She put these thoughts aside however having slight pity for the fellow, so she would raise her slender body and begin to walk his way. "Hello," she meowed to him as she sat down in front of him. "Mind if I sit here?" She asked even though she had already sat down. Therefore, if he said no, then she wouldn't leave anyway. Cobaltpaw was a stubborn little thing.

[dionysus]

Goldensky smiled a little as he thanked her, glancing up for a moment to gauge his reaction. If he knew who she was, he didnt show it. Goldensky was surprised, but grateful. After all, it did get kind of lonely with cats avoiding her left and right.

Part of the reason she was out here in the clearing and not inside with the other queens was because of the looks they sent her, the way they pulled their kits closer when Goldensky looked toward them. It was horrible. Did they really think Goldensky would hurt kits? She'd never really hurt anybody. She'd just followed in her brothers lead. But Goldensky didnt have anybody's blood on her claws.

Except Fernpaw's. I could have saved her from the fire. Goldensky's heart ached at the thought, but she shook it off and smiled up at Lynxheart. "I would like some company. Im pretty lonely." She purred back. She was warming up to this Tom quickly. After all, he wasnt looking at her like she was about to lash out and sink her teeth into his throat. Goldensky shook off the thought once more, lowering her head to take another bite of the mouse. Honestly, she had to get it out of her head. Let it go.

Lynxheart was glad when Goldensky accepted his offer of company. He dashed across the clearing with a wide smile on his face and barely slowed down to grab a mouse on the way. In his haste, he'd accidentally grabbed the vole that was beside his intended mouse, but the tom didn't really mind. Vole and mouse tasted pretty similar to him.

He made it back to Goldensky quickly, but not out of breath or messy. Lynxheart may have sped up his trip to the freshkill pile, but he wasn't a kit. He didn't scamper around the clearing, tiring himself out and messing up his fur. Rather, he walked at a fast pace. As the warrior settled down with his vole, he asked, "Why are you lonely, if you don't mind my asking. It's just, I thought queens had a sort of camaraderie since you're all in the nursery for such a long period of time." Lynxheart bit off some vole and looked at Goldensky with thoughtful eyes.

[monfang]

Cobaltpaw perked her ears as a small band of apprentices stepped out of the den. She fixated her blue and green eyes upon them as they seemed to separate. She would have thought nothing of it except the smallest one seemed to be left out and was going to grab a bite to eat. The she cat twitched her nose as she glanced over to him seeing what he would grab. The tom seemed to take a vole as his choice. Cobaltpaw didn't mind his decision. She watched him eat and blurry the bones. He didn't seem the stood up, confident kind of cat, and she couldn't really say the same for herself. She put these thoughts aside however having slight pity for the fellow, so she would raise her slender body and begin to walk his way. "Hello," she meowed to him as she sat down in front of him. "Mind if I sit here?" She asked even though she had already sat down. Therefore, if he said no, then she wouldn't leave anyway. Cobaltpaw was a stubborn little thing.
He looked up, giving a sheepish smile he shook his head at her question. He gave a head nod as his hello, smiling at the blue-grey molly. She was pretty, but to him, she was just that. Pretty. He shuffled his paws, waiting for her to speak. He surely wouldn't. He was too scared too. His voice, when used, was soft, pitched, and people sometimes laughed at it. He only glanced up at her, his green eyes soft and shy. He didn't mind a talk except- he didn't want to talk.
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[Random Melody]

Lynxheart was glad when Goldensky accepted his offer of company. He dashed across the clearing with a wide smile on his face and barely slowed down to grab a mouse on the way. In his haste, he'd accidentally grabbed the vole that was beside his intended mouse, but the tom didn't really mind. Vole and mouse tasted pretty similar to him.

He made it back to Goldensky quickly, but not out of breath or messy. Lynxheart may have sped up his trip to the freshkill pile, but he wasn't a kit. He didn't scamper around the clearing, tiring himself out and messing up his fur. Rather, he walked at a fast pace. As the warrior settled down with his vole, he asked, "Why are you lonely, if you don't mind my asking. It's just, I thought queens had a sort of camaraderie since you're all in the nursery for such a long period of time." Lynxheart bit off some vole and looked at Goldensky with thoughtful eyes.


"Fast." Goldensky chuckled, watching Lynxheart speed off. Then the queen looked back toward the nursery before lowering her head and taking another bite of the mouse. Her thoughts trailed again, no matter how hard she tried to keep them away from the dark thoughts that invaded her head. She remembered how broken and emotionless she felt when Fernpaw died. How she'd only gotten her emotion back when she learned she was bearing kits. Shaking her head, the golden she-cat looked up toward Lynxheart. It was in the past now.

Goldensky smiled brightly at him when he returned, bending her head to take another bite. But she paused, lips drawn back, teeth bared, ready to sink into the soft flesh of the mouse, at his question. The queen frowned, drawing her head back and looking at the Tom for a moment.

She debated on brushing off the question, but this was the first real friend she'd made during her return. She didnt want him to learn the truth from someone else. "The other queens dont... Like me very much." She mewed quietly, ready to answer more specifically if he pressed it, but not wanting to spill it all out and overwhelm him.

[Panic]

The tom sighed " my brother redfeather is a shadow clan warrior, he hated the way he was treated here since he thought that this is not how an actual clan should behave so he whent to shadow clan instead" he looked down " we both fought each other before he left but being dishonorable fighter he won " river teeths ears whent flat and turned around to nibble his tail.


"Redfeather..." Martenclaws trailed off for a moment, trying to recall the tom. I think I met him once... a patrol? "Hey, calm down. I'm not sure why you two fought, but I'm sure that Redfeather cares about you. Maybe not Thunderclan, but I'm sure he misses you.

[dionysus]

"Fast." Goldensky chuckled, watching Lynxheart speed off. Then the queen looked back toward the nursery before lowering her head and taking another bite of the mouse. Her thoughts trailed again, no matter how hard she tried to keep them away from the dark thoughts that invaded her head. She remembered how broken and emotionless she felt when Fernpaw died. How she'd only gotten her emotion back when she learned she was bearing kits. Shaking her head, the golden she-cat looked up toward Lynxheart. It was in the past now.

Goldensky smiled brightly at him when he returned, bending her head to take another bite. But she paused, lips drawn back, teeth bared, ready to sink into the soft flesh of the mouse, at his question. The queen frowned, drawing her head back and looking at the Tom for a moment.

She debated on brushing off the question, but this was the first real friend she'd made during her return. She didnt want him to learn the truth from someone else. "The other queens dont... Like me very much." She mewed quietly, ready to answer more specifically if he pressed it, but not wanting to spill it all out and overwhelm him.

Lynxheart saw Goldensky pause and realized he'd done exactly what he set out not to do. The queens didn't like her because of what she'd done, obviously. He cursed himself for asking such a question when he had been worried it would lead right to where it had. But he also couldn't help the anger rising inside of him, "They're still holding that against you?" He spat, fur on his tail spiking up. "Haven't you already proved your loyalty to Thunderclan? I mean, honestly, you were just dealing with your grief! Starclan only knows how any of them would've handled losing a sister!" He threw his head to the side where the nursery was, gesturing that he meant the queens. "Every cat deserves a second chance!" He huffed out the end of his tiny rant and took another bite of vole, calming himself.

The tom had always had a hot temper, but he was experienced in calming himself down so that he could think things through. He did so at that moment, and when he looked back up from his vole the smolder was gone from his eyes. "I'm sorry. You know all this, obviously. I should be listening to you, not talking about things I don't know about." The warrior's fur flattened and he smoothed some of it down with his tongue before focusing his much calmer gaze on the queen before him. "I know we just met, but if you want to talk..." He pointed with his nose at the vole, "I still have plenty of vole left." Lynxheart gave her a friendly smile and resumed eating.

[Random Melody]

Lynxheart saw Goldensky pause and realized he'd done exactly what he set out not to do. The queens didn't like her because of what she'd done, obviously. He cursed himself for asking such a question when he had been worried it would lead right to where it had. But he also couldn't help the anger rising inside of him, "They're still holding that against you?" He spat, fur on his tail spiking up. "Haven't you already proved your loyalty to Thunderclan? I mean, honestly, you were just dealing with your grief! Starclan only knows how any of them would've handled losing a sister!" He threw his head to the side where the nursery was, gesturing that he meant the queens. "Every cat deserves a second chance!" He huffed out the end of his tiny rant and took another bite of vole, calming himself.

The tom had always had a hot temper, but he was experienced in calming himself down so that he could think things through. He did so at that moment, and when he looked back up from his vole the smolder was gone from his eyes. "I'm sorry. You know all this, obviously. I should be listening to you, not talking about things I don't know about." The warrior's fur flattened and he smoothed some of it down with his tongue before focusing his much calmer gaze on the queen before him. "I know we just met, but if you want to talk..." He pointed with his nose at the vole, "I still have plenty of vole left." Lynxheart gave her a friendly smile and resumed eating.


Goldensky was wide-eyed, jaw gaping at the Tom's outburst. The old her would have flinched away, turn-tail and ran off. The young apprentice that was scared of everything. But now she wasnt as scared of everything anymore, even though Fernpaw was no longer around. If anything, that was part of the reason she had gotten braver. Now, Goldensky could do nothing but stare at Lynxheart in disbelief. She should've known he knew. But still, his words shocked her right to the core. Maybe losing her sister was bad, but she had alot of other siblings that could've helped her through it, right? It wasnt a real reason to let her emotions slip out of her grasp, to help her brother plot out her father's death, to chase her siblings away, to lead the rest of them practically to their deaths.

To let Fernpaw down.

Goldensky inwardly cringed, but her gaze never moved from Lynxheart. But at least she was able to snap her mouth shut so she didnt look like a complete idiot, just gazing at him with pure surprise in her sky blue eyes. She still didnt know whether the pain of losing Fernpaw was a good enough reason to become some sort of emotionless robot, but this Tom... He didnt seem to look at her with the same hatred and distrust that everyone else did. In some ways, he reminded her of Fernpaw. Though, Goldensky wasnt sure if her sister forgave her for what she'd done. "...Thank you." Goldensky finally managed to say, unable to keep the surprise out of her tone, but there was also a heavy edge of gratitude lacing her words. "I..." She trailed off. She didnt really know what to say. What could she say to words like that? She didnt deserve that, did she? She was the traitor here. And StarClan knows how much she regretted everything, but was the guilt enough to earn any sort of forgiveness, from anyone?

[Leucos]

"Redfeather..." Martenclaws trailed off for a moment, trying to recall the tom. I think I met him once... a patrol? "Hey, calm down. I'm not sure why you two fought, but I'm sure that Redfeather cares about you. Maybe not Thunderclan, but I'm sure he misses you.

River teeth smiled and shook his fur " he was the funniest one in the family might be a little evil but hey he was sarcastic" he said remembering and laughed a bit. " we fought because he thought he was right and he wasn't like the mouse brains we where we fought but but you may be right" he said and scratched his chin with one claw.

[dionysus]

Goldensky was wide-eyed, jaw gaping at the Tom's outburst. The old her would have flinched away, turn-tail and ran off. The young apprentice that was scared of everything. But now she wasnt as scared of everything anymore, even though Fernpaw was no longer around. If anything, that was part of the reason she had gotten braver. Now, Goldensky could do nothing but stare at Lynxheart in disbelief. She should've known he knew. But still, his words shocked her right to the core. Maybe losing her sister was bad, but she had alot of other siblings that could've helped her through it, right? It wasnt a real reason to let her emotions slip out of her grasp, to help her brother plot out her father's death, to chase her siblings away, to lead the rest of them practically to their deaths.

To let Fernpaw down.

Goldensky inwardly cringed, but her gaze never moved from Lynxheart. But at least she was able to snap her mouth shut so she didnt look like a complete idiot, just gazing at him with pure surprise in her sky blue eyes. She still didnt know whether the pain of losing Fernpaw was a good enough reason to become some sort of emotionless robot, but this Tom... He didnt seem to look at her with the same hatred and distrust that everyone else did. In some ways, he reminded her of Fernpaw. Though, Goldensky wasnt sure if her sister forgave her for what she'd done. "...Thank you." Goldensky finally managed to say, unable to keep the surprise out of her tone, but there was also a heavy edge of gratitude lacing her words. "I..." She trailed off. She didnt really know what to say. What could she say to words like that? She didnt deserve that, did she? She was the traitor here. And StarClan knows how much she regretted everything, but was the guilt enough to earn any sort of forgiveness, from anyone?

Lynxheart saw the shock in her face and sighed. His outburst had probably just ruined one of the few friendships he had. But then she thanked him. Relief pooled up inside him and he nodded, choosing not to say anything. Lynxheart was a caring cat and felt bad for Goldensky. He was willing to concede that she deserved some consequences, but he was confident that she had already faced enough. She didn't need everyone looking at her like a monster. But who knew? Lynxheart certainly couldn't see into this cat's mind, but he could see into her eyes and the cat he saw there didn't look evil.

Lynxheart had no insight into her motives or emotions. All Lynxheart had was his morals and he believed that if a cat was truly sorry for their actions, then they deserved to be forgiven and given another chance. It saddened him that other cats didn't see life that way, the way he believed Starclan would want cats to live. However, he'd already expressed far to much emotion to this she-cat whom he'd just become acquainted with, much more than he usually showed cats after knowing them for a moon. Therefore, he kept his usual stoic, yet friendly face on. Stoic, yet friendly, the perfect way to describe him.

[AnayaDusksong]

Little Bird Jusniffles

Gingerstep sighed and flicked Goldenstorm with her long tail once more. "Well, I best be going -- and you should too, Goldenstorm. Your mate may have had kits, but that is no excuse for you to skip out on your duties." She looked to Creamfrost and Lionkit. "You two have a nice day, and make sure you get some rest. Alright?" The ginger she-cat turned to exit the nursery and smiled over her shoulder at them. "Goodbye. I'll see you some time later." With that she left, her brother staring after her in silent bewilderment.

[bright !]

(Oh hush, it's fine! I'm still working on making starters decent sized honestly >>; Sorry this is late! ;w; )

Huffing slightly, Badgerpaw pushed her way out of the apprentice's den, a few strands of moss entangled in her fur. It had been a while since the apprentice had been confined to camp duties, so she was definitely in a better mood. Honestly, the apprentice had slept awfully the night previous so she was a bit grouchy, but she was slowly managing to pull herself from it. Despite that, she couldn't help but shoot a half-closed glare at the pale sunlight that filtered into her eyes. Nothing like a warm ray of sunlight to wake you completely up, huh? Settling down just outside of the den, Badgerpaw twisted around giving her back a few quick licks. Nipping out the moss, she lifted herself back up and stretched out, a yawn parting her jaws. Giving herself a good hard shake, the apprentice continued her path to the fresh kill pile and parted her jaw, drinking in the scent. Squirrels were probably her favorite, but she could settle for something smaller, especially since she hadn't gone out for the day. It was unfair of her to take anything bigger without at least doing some chores. Gently digging through, she settled on a wimpy looking mouse, picking it up into her jaws. Badgerpaw scanned the clearing, deciding on a spot next to another apprentice. They looked relatively friendly and really, Baderpaw needed to be more involved with her fellow clanmates. Arriving to the spot, she slumped down, immediately tearing into the prey.



[aack sorry im so late!]
Geyserpaw tilted her head slightly to the side at the sound of another apprentice-sized cat slumping down beside her. Her pale blue eyes had found a black and white she-cat next to her, tearing into a rather small-looking mouse. Maybe she wasn’t that hungry. Or maybe Geyser was just really hungry. She didn’t say anything for a moment, but after a small amount of silence, the larger apprentice spoke, “Name’s Geyserpaw.” Her tone didn’t have that much expression, as usual. It was just kinda nonchalant. But it was odd for her to be making the first move. She wasn’t one to approach other cats first. Then again, the other had technically approached her first- but she was the one to speak first. She had seen the black splotched apprentice around the den before, and in the training cave, but never actually got her name. But that shouldn’t be a surprise, she wouldn’t know any cats’ names in her clan if it wasn’t for the others saying them. Something about the she-cat had even caught Geyser’s eye most of the time she was around. Perhaps it was her booming, confident voice that didn’t suit her appearance at all? Her bossiness towards other cats? Probably, probably not. But she knew there had to be more to that, more than what others may think. She just looked like an interesting cat, even if she most likely didn’t know Geyser had even existed before now. But again, that shouldn’t be much of a surprise. She was never the one to stand out or really want other cats to know of her. If they did, they’d want to talk to her and become friends or whatever. She was busy, and a hard worker, so wouldn’t really think of making time for a social life. She does well in what she does, and that’s only because she doesn’t get distracted so often by other cats. The few that notice her may brand her as mysterious, but other than the side she'd show to close friends/family, there’s really not all that much to her. In her opinion.

[Random Melody]

Lynxheart saw the shock in her face and sighed. His outburst had probably just ruined one of the few friendships he had. But then she thanked him. Relief pooled up inside him and he nodded, choosing not to say anything. Lynxheart was a caring cat and felt bad for Goldensky. He was willing to concede that she deserved some consequences, but he was confident that she had already faced enough. She didn't need everyone looking at her like a monster. But who knew? Lynxheart certainly couldn't see into this cat's mind, but he could see into her eyes and the cat he saw there didn't look evil.

Lynxheart had no insight into her motives or emotions. All Lynxheart had was his morals and he believed that if a cat was truly sorry for their actions, then they deserved to be forgiven and given another chance. It saddened him that other cats didn't see life that way, the way he believed Starclan would want cats to live. However, he'd already expressed far to much emotion to this she-cat whom he'd just become acquainted with, much more than he usually showed cats after knowing them for a moon. Therefore, he kept his usual stoic, yet friendly face on. Stoic, yet friendly, the perfect way to describe him.


Goldensky lowered her head and took another bite of her mouse, though she wasnt too concerned with eating anymore. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the looks the queens gave her, the glares many warriors sent her way, the way that even apprentices stared at her. Like she was a monster. Was she? Goldensky had never intended to hurt anybody, not before Fernpaw died. How did her sister's death take this effect on her? Probably because Fernpaw was the only one Golden was ever close to growing up. Her death shook everyone up, but Goldensky felt the pain the worst. She just hoped desperately that her Clanmates could forgive her in time. She knew Roarclaw had some trouble trusting them, and Honeyfur had her doubts with Blackstorm. Foxthorn was more open with Goldensky, and Snowstar was... She was the one who invited them back. Snowstar gave them a second chance. And Goldensky couldnt let her down again, she just couldnt.

"Nothing's ever going to be the same again, is it?" Goldensky hadnt meant to speak the words aloud, ears pricking up as she looked up toward Lynxheart for a moment before looking back down, her gaze fixing intently on the mouse. "Maybe its not supposed to be." The queen mumbled, lowering her head to take another bite. Nothing would be the same again, Goldensky knew that much. She wanted it to. She wanted her siblings to trust her completely, wanted her Clanmates to like her again. Most of all she wanted to know if Fernpaw still loved her, or if she was scowling from StarClan right now. The thought sent that same hollow feeling spreading through her chest again, but it wasnt as empty as last time. No, this time there was a spark of hope in the darkness. Maybe she does forgive me and Blackstorm.

[Teza]

The brown tabby blinked as his wolf-like friend approached. Truth be told, the tom was often quite interested by his friend's wolfish tendancies and he wondered how that had happened. Falconclaw's eyes studied Wolfsoul for a moment as the tom approached, listening to his words and analyzing each one for tones in his mind. "Of course, Wolfsoul. It'd be a pleasure to leave here." Sharp, falcon-like hues - true to his name - studied his friend once more before he stood up. One thing the tom was not very good at was concealing the truth from others. Had anyone asked him if he had friends in other Clans, well, he would have tried to find a way to lie - but mostly, Falconclaw felt uncomfortable hiding his feelings. They were normally proclaimed loudly for those around him to hear, despite when they were obviously unwanted. Falconclaw got to his paws, the brown tabby glancing at Wolfsoul half expectantly. "Shall we go, then?" He asked with an almost bored tone in his voice. Though he was glad to be getting out of the clearing - while he understood why the WindClan warrior had been captured, that didn't mean that he had to like it any more. And on the contrary, he quite hated it.

(I'm so sorry this is late :( And short...)

Wolfsoul's tail started going back and forth wildly and his ears perked when he finally got an answer from his friend. "Great! Let's go!" he said, jumping up and running out of camp like an apprentice. Maybe he had gone too far with that, but he didn't particularly care. He was excited to get out of camp, and with one of the toms best friends no less! He sat just outside of camp, waiting for Falconclaw to catch up. 'Maybe you should start acting your age,' he thought, tilting his head a bit as he did so. "Nah," he said quietly. His tail shook from side to side rapidly as he waited for his friend. Nothing made the tom happier than being with his friends. What else would?

[Ceridwen]

The sandy feline examined Buffalopaw with the air of 'do whatever you want, doesn't matter to me.' "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just observing. What, has the Clan come to the point that if an apprentice isn't running around making friends they're 'abnormal' or 'down?'" Kestrelpaw's voice was partly angry. It was frustrating that there were cats who thought there was something wrong with her simply because she wasn't the type to make friends. She never had been. Kestrelpaw was more the type of cat to sit alone at a party rather then socialize. The type to stay away from making new friends. Her brothers were her friends. Her mentor was her friend. She had a few outside friends, though not many, and she had never been the type to think that it was 'cool' to have a lot of friends.

To her, that was the opposite of cool. Why would you want a bunch of cats crowding around you all the time, giggling about nothing and gossiping? "I just don't need a lot of friends in my life. That's all." And as a matter of fact, the apprentice seemed to make enemies more easily then friends. And on the occasion she would make a friend, it was surprising if they managed to get any closer to her then the basic occasional hunting, friendly talking stage. It was even more surprising if they got her to tell them a single secret... Kestrelpaw being the type that kept her secrets to herself and her family - which she included her mentor as a part of. He was like an older brother to her, which was nice.

She was constantly surrounded by toms... as friends, that was. Friends who she thought of as brothers. Because for whatever reason, she cats just didn't seem to like Kestrelpaw much - at all. And toms didn't necessarily find her attractive, either.

His gaze flickered away for a moment while he thought about how he would answer. Beginning to see that this would be a more delicate conversation, he tried to think up the right words that wouldn't push her to even greater ire. There wasn't a clear path to breaking down walls with any cat, but some were tougher nuts to crack than others. He shifted his weight, "Oh! I'm glad to hear you're doing alright! It's just that...well you know...current events and all, seems like everyone's a bit down lately," He sighed, he hated seeing his clanmates in a rut, but the only thing he could do to help them was to keep smiling and give them someone to talk to.

When she went on about her philosophy on friends, his eyes widened a bit. "You don't need a lot of friends? W-well I suppose that's good, if that's the way you like it," He was feeling more uncomfortable by the minute, as if he had goofed up monumentally by disturbing Kestrelpaw's peace. It sounded almost as if she wanted him to go away. Yet, he didn't want her to feel as if he'd just wasted her time talking to him. Was it worse for him to keep going, or to leave her be? "Hmm, I like to think of every cat in the clan as friend," He gave a wide smile, trying to downplay his nerves, "We're all in it together, after all,"

[Foggy22]

Lynxkit awoke in her nest, grooming down her messy fur that never seemed to want to stay down. The lynx-point bobtail sighed, her ears pricked as the energy returned to her body and she leapt happily out of her bedding, and Lynxkit grinned with excitement. She glanced around the nursery, her eyes glowing with excitement. "Let's see..." she hummed, her gaze scanning the area. "Maybe someone wants to play!" She chimed, her ears pricking as she looked for anyone else awake.

((Open!))

Fogkit woke up when she heard the rustling of moss. She didn't usually wake up easily, but hey, everyday was different. She shook out her gray and black pelt, moss flying everywhere. She scanned the nursery with her blue-gray eyes, when she spotted a bob-tailed kit standing there, also looking around. Probably looking for someone to play with. Fogkit guessed. Well, if she wants to play with me, she can come to me. She decided. Fogkit sat down, and started cleaning her fur.

[Cosmo]

AnayaDusksong
Jusniffles
Creamfrost had a puzzled expression on her face as Gingerstep left the nursery. Her gaze sought out Goldenstorm. Finally it reached him. "What's that about?" she asked. Creamfrost couldn't understand why Gingerstep would make a big deal over Lionkit, and then leave. Hopefully Lionkit wouldn't understand. Still, why Gingerstep had done that nagged at Creamfrost.

[AnayaDusksong]

Little Bird
Jusniffles

Goldenstorm turned to his mate and shrugged. "I'm not really sure. Maybe she was just excited about seeing Lionkit? It's pretty much a rarity to see her like that -- she's always so serious about her duties, it's almost all she thinks about." He looked at his kit and smiled, adding, "She needs a mate and kits of her own -- maybe that will soften her up some."

[Cosmo]

AnayaDusksong
Jusniffles
Creamfrost nodded, hoping her mate was right. "I hope you're right." she said, looking down at Lionkit. Though she was trying to say positive, part of her told her that maybe her sister-in-law just hated her nephew. Creamfrost pushed the thought away, but it came back.

[dionysus]

Goldensky lowered her head and took another bite of her mouse, though she wasnt too concerned with eating anymore. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the looks the queens gave her, the glares many warriors sent her way, the way that even apprentices stared at her. Like she was a monster. Was she? Goldensky had never intended to hurt anybody, not before Fernpaw died. How did her sister's death take this effect on her? Probably because Fernpaw was the only one Golden was ever close to growing up. Her death shook everyone up, but Goldensky felt the pain the worst. She just hoped desperately that her Clanmates could forgive her in time. She knew Roarclaw had some trouble trusting them, and Honeyfur had her doubts with Blackstorm. Foxthorn was more open with Goldensky, and Snowstar was... She was the one who invited them back. Snowstar gave them a second chance. And Goldensky couldnt let her down again, she just couldnt.

"Nothing's ever going to be the same again, is it?" Goldensky hadnt meant to speak the words aloud, ears pricking up as she looked up toward Lynxheart for a moment before looking back down, her gaze fixing intently on the mouse. "Maybe its not supposed to be." The queen mumbled, lowering her head to take another bite. Nothing would be the same again, Goldensky knew that much. She wanted it to. She wanted her siblings to trust her completely, wanted her Clanmates to like her again. Most of all she wanted to know if Fernpaw still loved her, or if she was scowling from StarClan right now. The thought sent that same hollow feeling spreading through her chest again, but it wasnt as empty as last time. No, this time there was a spark of hope in the darkness. Maybe she does forgive me and Blackstorm.

Lynxheart quietly munched on his vole, reflecting on the past. If no cat was ever forgiven, the clan would be a lot smaller today, he decided silently as he chewed. His mind turned to some of the acts committed during the Evil Era. Obviously most of those couldn't be forgiven, but he wondered if any of the followers were sorry for what they'd done. Perhaps they deserved some form of forgiveness. As long as their acts hadn't been to horrible. The tom decided that his thoughts were too heavy for such a lovely day and tried to quiet his mind. Lynxheart focused instead on his plans for hunting later. He tried to decide where the he should hunt and if he should bring a patrol. He didn't have any friends to ask, but he could always ask the deputy if there were any cats he could take on a hunting patrol. Maybe he could even turn it into a border patrol and hunting patrol.

Goldensky's voice brought him out of his deliberations and he turned amber eyes to look at her. Sympathy softened his features, but there was no pity. He didn't pity her, knowing that any warrior was and should've been too strong and proud to accept any cat's pity. "No," he meowed in an even tone, "I don't think it could be." A thoughtful note entered his voice and he added, "But maybe that's not a bad thing. Adversity and hardship tends to strengthen relationships and weed out the ones you don't need."

[AnayaDusksong]

Aura
Jusniffles

"Well, I should go," Goldenstorm sighed. "Gingerstep was right -- I have a Clan, and I need to protect it." He smiled and touched His nose to his mate's ear, then did the same to Lionkit. "See you later Creamfrost." He then turned and took his leave.

[lone]

Panting heavily, the she cat lowered herself onto her belly and pressed her face into her paws. Shutting and squeezing her eyes tight to escape redreeds face. And yet even there was the cat. In her mind. She couldn't go on like this, if she attempted to sleep the reoccurring nightmare would plague her of any rest. If she made an attempt to take a walk she would jump from her own shadow. She re opened her eyes. Perhaps I'll star gaze, the possibility of me seeing redreed in the stars isn't very likely. That's where starclan reside. They will forgive me... Right? just as she rose to her paws and stretched herself out falconclaws siloute appeared in front of her. She jerked her head upwards and stared at him. Fear hidden deep within her blue optics. She swallowed the bile raisin in her roast and stared him down. Challenging him to ask questions. I wasn't doing anything suspicious... Right? No how could he know? You are being to paranoid silverfawn... Just breath. He was problably just coming in to sleep now. Right? He couldn't have seen anything. pausing to collect her thoughts she sat down casually. Nightmares. Yes. I don't even have to lie! she smiled weakly "Yes. Just nightmares" she meows. Looking him up and down catiosuly.

She had seen the Tom around so many times, she had also bumped into him this one time as well. Literally knocking him over. The other times she looked like such a clutz. Maybe it was because she found his aesthetic quite intriguing, who could really say? I could fall head over heels for anyone. Which means my standards are quite low. She lashed her tail. Her nerves seemed to have faded away and for the first time sac de meeting him she wasn't acting mouse brained "well, I'm just going out to uh. Stargaze. I suppose you wouldn't mind just letting me pass?" she questioned, keeping her voice in a low whisper. To avoid waking her clanmates. Oh silver. Stop being a whimp and invite him to go with you! It will be fun to have a companion. she thought, but just as she was going to open her mouth he started first. As she settled back to listen the colour in her face drained very slowly. Her eyes widened beyond normal size and she leaned far back from him. "W- what?" she stuttered, merely a gasp of words. She pulled her tail in around her hindlegs and ducked her head away from him. She swallowed hard trying to dismiss the lump in her throat. Her lip quivered.

How did he know? No. No I can't believe this is happening to me. I thought I got over this! she stood on her paws and crouched over her nest. Hackles raised with fear. The hatred of his words behind her name made her shudder. Made her skin crawl with invisible insects. "It's it's not what you think, falconclaw... I.. I.. S- swear it's not w- what you think" she said earnestly. She was so desperate for acceptance that it brought her to silent tears. First forming in her eyes than trailing down through her fur. Heating her face. Her teeth chattered nervously. Just as she was able to break her walls down and open herself up to others, this happens. Falconclaw came and smashed her walls to dust yet again. Breaking down what she had already rebuilt of herself.
"It's not what I think?"

The tabby's voice reached an octave that he should have been proud of, but he was furious. "Tell you what, Silverfawn. How about you explain this to me and we'll see if it's 'what I think.'" Teeth bared in a silent snarl, the feline motioned for her to sit down. To sit down and talk about what he had seen. What the tabby was thinking at the moment was something that probably would have been better left unsaid, and yet he was tempted to yell at her. To tell her that she was a liar, that she was tricking him, that she was an awful cat. Because he knew that she was wrong. This was exactly what he was thinking, and he imagined that she must be a pretty good actress by now. Especially with the fake tears he could see coming down her face? Ugh. Such a drama queen. Now, Falconclaw was the type to instantly accuse someone of that. He had never been a forgiving type of tom, and even less now that he suspected Silverfawn of training in the Dark Forest.

"What I don't understand is that before now you seemed like a loyal warrior. Clumsy, but loyal. And you've betrayed us all?" His growl was low, dangerous, sounding as though he were planning to lash out at any second before he shook his head. It wasn't worth it. None of it was worth it. He wouldn't hurt a clanmate, as the cat before him was choosing to do. Though it might be nice to kill some of that awful Dark Forest scum. Falconclaw's fangs gleamed like miniature stars, and he watched her, eyes glowing in the most dangerous manner. At the moment he truly hated the cat before him. She had betrayed them. She had lied. If she had just admitted to it at first, perhaps he would have been willing to go easier. But part of him wanted to drag her out and kill her right then and there. He wouldn't do it, of course, the tom wasn't a monster - but the Dark Forest was constantly bothering him. Just the fact that it was there.

And a cat that he liked... well, partly liked, he could appreciate her company and stuff but sometimes it was hard to get along with her because she was so clumsy and she partly bothered him. The tom could still remember how they had first met. How long ago had it been since she had tripped over his... tail, hadn't it been? He'd told her she needed to be more careful. But Falconclaw couldn't believe that she had been a traitor. It's not what you think, Falconclaw... I swear it's not what you think. But how could she say that when he was looking at her, seeing the damage done to her nest, the obvious mental damage that had been done to her, and listening to her say that it wasn't what he thought? She had lied to his face. He knew it. And lies were something that the tabby tom simply could not tolerate. So if things were going to continue going downhill... then there would be trouble later on.

[lone]

His gaze flickered away for a moment while he thought about how he would answer. Beginning to see that this would be a more delicate conversation, he tried to think up the right words that wouldn't push her to even greater ire. There wasn't a clear path to breaking down walls with any cat, but some were tougher nuts to crack than others. He shifted his weight, "Oh! I'm glad to hear you're doing alright! It's just that...well you know...current events and all, seems like everyone's a bit down lately," He sighed, he hated seeing his clanmates in a rut, but the only thing he could do to help them was to keep smiling and give them someone to talk to.

When she went on about her philosophy on friends, his eyes widened a bit. "You don't need a lot of friends? W-well I suppose that's good, if that's the way you like it," He was feeling more uncomfortable by the minute, as if he had goofed up monumentally by disturbing Kestrelpaw's peace. It sounded almost as if she wanted him to go away. Yet, he didn't want her to feel as if he'd just wasted her time talking to him. Was it worse for him to keep going, or to leave her be? "Hmm, I like to think of every cat in the clan as friend," He gave a wide smile, trying to downplay his nerves, "We're all in it together, after all,"
"Current events that should have been over long ago." At first, Kestrelpaw had agreed wholeheartedly that it was WindClan's fault. They were evil, vile, bad cats. But now things were getting out of hand. Although she wasn't a leader, nor a deputy - what say did a young apprentice have in all of this? Sharp, intelligent eyes met Buffalopaw's own. A snort came from her maw at his statement about it being good if that was the way she liked it. What did it matter what she liked? The world went on whether Kestrelpaw liked it or not. Cats lived in ThunderClan whether she liked it or not. She had very few true friends. Whether she liked it or not. And, honestly, that was the way the sandy feline preferred it. Fewer friends turned her into the type of cat that she preferred to be. She studied.

And she was smart. She worked hard. And someday she would be a good warrior - Kestrelpaw imagined things like love and friendship would keep her from meeting her goal. Not that she was a sociopath - the feline just had never really felt like she needed friends. Not many of them, anyways. "You're just a little ray of sunshine, aren't you? Where'd you get that type of attitude?" The sandy cat bit back a laugh, though her whiskers continued to twitch in amusement after she had stopped speaking. Outside of her family, she had never met anyone with such a friendly, positive attitude and a love for life. There were cats she had seen before, of course, but not cats that she had met.

[Gone]

Buzzardpaw stepped out of the apprentice's den, stretching out his paws before he gazed at the sky, the temperature was far from the best, his white fur with black spots was all groomed, it was something he tended to keep, he wanted to stay good-looking, green hues scanning the camp, he dipped his head in some of the cat's direction, a smile creeping its way onto his maw, his gaze then locked itself on one particular apprentice, Everpaw, it sure was rare to see her do nothing, most of the time, she wanted to do something, she was the kind of cat others would take example of in the future, well, for him of course. Making his way to her, he dipped his head in her direction. "Greetings, Everpaw." He greeted, gazing down at her, he was a little taller than her, even though they were the same age. "So, how's it going?" He asked, lightly cocking his head to the side, the tom was definitively kind, he was also very talkative, but also there to listen to others whenever they had something to take off of their shoulders. "It sure is a great day, eh?" He asked, the sarcasm was evident in his voice, with the temperature and all, it was horrible.

Sitting down, the tom wrapped his tail around his paws, gazing forward, he had dreams, he wanted to be leader one day, like everyone, but he had other plans in mind, he was sick of hearing about all these battles that had happened in the past, and when he heard about StarClan, where every clan lived in harmony, it made him think that... The clans could also live like that, but it seemed that no one shared his view of this future, so he stopped talking about it, he was told the idea was stupid, but sacrificing a life to keep a territory while it could be shared by everyone, this was worse, he couldn't help but imagine the number of lives that would've been saved if all the clans would've been one, he turned his gaze towards his paws and smiled, like the gatherings for example, there was no fighting over there, it was forbidden, though, his dream lived on, deep inside of him, he then turned back to look at Everpaw, his smile still plastered to his maw, awaiting her answer.

Empress Of Evil

[Empress Of Evil]

Buzzardpaw stepped out of the apprentice's den, stretching out his paws before he gazed at the sky, the temperature was far from the best, his white fur with black spots was all groomed, it was something he tended to keep, he wanted to stay good-looking, green hues scanning the camp, he dipped his head in some of the cat's direction, a smile creeping its way onto his maw, his gaze then locked itself on one particular apprentice, Everpaw, it sure was rare to see her do nothing, most of the time, she wanted to do something, she was the kind of cat others would take example of in the future, well, for him of course. Making his way to her, he dipped his head in her direction. "Greetings, Everpaw." He greeted, gazing down at her, he was a little taller than her, even though they were the same age. "So, how's it going?" He asked, lightly cocking his head to the side, the tom was definitively kind, he was also very talkative, but also there to listen to others whenever they had something to take off of their shoulders. "It sure is a great day, eh?" He asked, the sarcasm was evident in his voice, with the temperature and all, it was horrible.

Sitting down, the tom wrapped his tail around his paws, gazing forward, he had dreams, he wanted to be leader one day, like everyone, but he had other plans in mind, he was sick of hearing about all these battles that had happened in the past, and when he heard about StarClan, where every clan lived in harmony, it made him think that... The clans could also live like that, but it seemed that no one shared his view of this future, so he stopped talking about it, he was told the idea was stupid, but sacrificing a life to keep a territory while it could be shared by everyone, this was worse, he couldn't help but imagine the number of lives that would've been saved if all the clans would've been one, he turned his gaze towards his paws and smiled, like the gatherings for example, there was no fighting over there, it was forbidden, though, his dream lived on, deep inside of him, he then turned back to look at Everpaw, his smile still plastered to his maw, awaiting her answer.

Empress Of Evil



A calico she-cat was lying beneath a tree branch which arched over her head, providing shelter from the light droplets of rain and keeping her cool from the humid air. Everpaw watched her clan mates bustle around the camp busily from where she sat. Normally she too would be scurrying around and not to take notice of any of the cats around her, but she had just been hunting from dawn to sunhigh and had decided to take a break. She deserved one. Now all she needed was a bit of peace and quiet to relax. Perhaps the camp wasn’t the safest place, but she didn’t like the idea of sleeping in the territory where it was more dangerous than the camp. Just as her eyelids were starting to sink downwards, the opened sharply again as someone spoke. With an expression of annoyance on her face, she glared at the cat who had disturbed her, fur bristling in agitation. She scanned the cat before she realised who it was. It was Buzzardpaw, a cat who she had only briefly talked to a few times before. She didn’t know much about him but she knew enough. The she-cat wouldn’t normally mind his presence, but right now she did. No one got in the way of her and her rest.

“It sure is,” Everpaw replied with an equally sarcastic tone. She ignored his previous questions, suddenly feeling rather grumpy. The calico apprentice wasn’t a fan of socialising and had a small amount of patience. She tried to be more patient around the few friends she had but sometimes it was just too hard for her. “What do you want? I was just about to fall asleep,” Everpaw continued, annoyance dancing in her yellow orbs. She rested her chin on her paws and looked away from the tom cat. She knew it was rude of her to fall asleep while someone was talking to her, but she wasn’t feeling very respectful right now. The she-cat had quite the temper and liked it when things went her way. Once again, the she-cat felt her eyelids drooping down and she let her muscles relax. Although she was on the verge of letting sleep take over her, she was waiting for the moment that Buzzardpaw awoke her again with words that spilled out of his mouth so easily. Anytime now I’m going to be awake again. She let out a quiet sigh.

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With a rabbit and a small mouse clutched between her jaws, Everpaw padded through the camp entrance. It had taken her all morning to find these two pieces of prey, but she’d finally done it. It was quite impressive for an apprentice, but that was just something that the calico did. She liked to push herself and she never stopped at average. She liked to overachieve and she didn’t care how long it might take her. She placed rabbit next the fresh kill pile keeping the mouse in her mouth at the same time. She carefully grabbed another small mouse from the pile before shaking out her pelt and padding over to a spot next the elders den. The area around the elders den was normally more quiet than anywhere else in the camp. Except for a few kits and elders, the area was abandoned. She placed down the two mice and starting taking bites out of one of them.

[Sorry it’s a bit short x.x]

meraki

[Gone]

A calico she-cat was lying beneath a tree branch which arched over her head, providing shelter from the light droplets of rain and keeping her cool from the humid air. Everpaw watched her clan mates bustle around the camp busily from where she sat. Normally she too would be scurrying around and not to take notice of any of the cats around her, but she had just been hunting from dawn to sunhigh and had decided to take a break. She deserved one. Now all she needed was a bit of peace and quiet to relax. Perhaps the camp wasn’t the safest place, but she didn’t like the idea of sleeping in the territory where it was more dangerous than the camp. Just as her eyelids were starting to sink downwards, the opened sharply again as someone spoke. With an expression of annoyance on her face, she glared at the cat who had disturbed her, fur bristling in agitation. She scanned the cat before she realised who it was. It was Buzzardpaw, a cat who she had only briefly talked to a few times before. She didn’t know much about him but she knew enough. The she-cat wouldn’t normally mind his presence, but right now she did. No one got in the way of her and her rest.

“It sure is,” Everpaw replied with an equally sarcastic tone. She ignored his previous questions, suddenly feeling rather grumpy. The calico apprentice wasn’t a fan of socialising and had a small amount of patience. She tried to be more patient around the few friends she had but sometimes it was just too hard for her. “What do you want? I was just about to fall asleep,” Everpaw continued, annoyance dancing in her yellow orbs. She rested her chin on her paws and looked away from the tom cat. She knew it was rude of her to fall asleep while someone was talking to her, but she wasn’t feeling very respectful right now. The she-cat had quite the temper and liked it when things went her way. Once again, the she-cat felt her eyelids drooping down and she let her muscles relax. Although she was on the verge of letting sleep take over her, she was waiting for the moment that Buzzardpaw awoke her again with words that spilled out of his mouth so easily. Anytime now I’m going to be awake again. She let out a quiet sigh.


Buzzardpaw gazed at the she-cat, ears lowering. "Sure didn't mean to wake you up, but in all honestly, I think we've already been told many times not to sleep in camp... Some might just think you're bathing in the sun, but with the weather, eh..." He said, ears twitching. "I even wonder how you'll sleep with all that... The others speaking, the weather, basically anything you don't want is right there, you don't even have a nest or anything to sleep in, or on... It's just plain ground." The spotted tom mewed softly. "Well... I guess the grass can't be that bad... Heh..." He added. he didn't want to be too loud either, as he had enough respect to give her the chance to fall asleep, he honestly hated sleeping on the territory, or anywhere outside of his den, at the mercy of everything, his ears lowered a tad, this wasn't the great moment to talk and he knew it, so he thought for a bit until an idea popped in his head and he smiled down at the she-cat.

Hearing that she was just as sarcastic as him when she spoke about the weather was a great start, well, for him anyway. He slowly placed his tail on behind her neck and started stroking. "I guess, while I'm at it, I could definitively help you to sleep." He murmured and started humming a little. His smile fading as his tail lightly stroked her fur, it was relaxing, he wasn't too rough or anything, it was something his mother used to do when he was still in the nursery. "Thank me later..." He murmured and just kept on humming afterwards, shutting his green hues and enjoying the sounds of his surroundings, well, he tried to, but he only hoped to make Everpaw happy.

(If you wanna Timeskip after, I sure don't mind, because Buzzardpaw is honestly a very polite cat, so if someone wants to sleep, he'll help them go to sleep and do his stuff afterwards, he's kind of like a mother to her kits. x3)

[Jusniffles]

Lionkit didn't pay much attention to the exchange, as he couldn't hear yet, but when Gingerstep walked in, he was slightly confused. Scenting her as she came in, talked, and walked out, he tried to identify her as somebody that he knew. The ginger tabby seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't quite put his claw on it. He just shrugged and mewled again, continuing to play on his own.

AnayaDusksong Little Bird

[Cosmo]

AnayaDusksong Jusniffles
Creamfrost didn't understand why Gingerstep left. As she looked down at Lionkit, it dawned on her that nobody knew. Not her mate. Not her. Not her kit. No one in the nursery that had been listening. Just no one. Absolutely no one. Creamfrost felt hurt that Gingerstep had left. She knew the molly wasn't the kindest cat, but still. Couldn't she at least try to be nicer to her nephew?

[Harestep]

Houndkit looked at Mistkit excitedly. `` I know, right? We’re almost warriors!`` he squealed. The tom wriggled on the floor, squealing.
Houndkit stared at Snowstar excitedly. `` Look!``

[Harestep]

The apprentice snorted. `` I actually have something IMPORTANT to tell Wheatfur.`` he ducked his head and padded towards Wheatfur, clearly traumatized about all the attention ThunderClan was giving her. `` Wheatfur, may we talk in private?`` Harepaw and the ThunderClan medicine cat padded out the den.
`` What’s the problem?`` Wheatfur asked.
`` I’d like to become your apprentice. I’ve learnt that being a Medicine Cat is more that what meets the eye, saving a cat’s life and all. One medicine cat is not enough for this Clan with all the recent battles with ShadowClan and WindClan. There should be two.`` answered Harepaw.
Wheatfur gulped. This was a big decision for her.

[wren]

@Random Melchester

Raincloud made a slow approach towards the leaders den, Snowstar seemed present at the moment which worried her. She wished that she could postpone this meeting until it was all said and done. Yet she kept driving herself to try. Swallowing a lump in her throat the queen ducked her head in through the entrance, working up the courage to call out the leader. "Snowstar? Are you home?" Raincloud mentally face palmed. What an idiot. You don't ask if she's home. Gracious raincloud you are falling apart. Pull yourself together and get this over with. "I just need a moment of your time, just as all chat. I promise" she meows gently. Her tail lashing with nerves. She was never really one to start long deep conversations and wasn't even a little driven to start any sorts of small talk. But swallowing down her nerves she swept her tail over the lip of the cave than settled it behind herself to show no signs of fear. She was the leader for starclans sake, she could understand this. I suppose understanding and helping her ckanmates is part of her job. Of course she could understand this. Right? You can trust her with your problems. After silent reassurance the queen sat herself down outside the den awaiting an answer from snowstar.

[GyreHaze]

"Um..ok.see you later." He said.Disappointment was clearly visible as he left the nursery,stepping lightly over pinekit so he did not wake her.


( Hey Swifty wanna continue or no...? )

[Phoenix Flames]

The two reached camp. Cougarpelt sat down near the nursery entrance. Dholewhisker looked at her, confused. "Dholewhisker, I-I'm expecting kits...", she muttered. The tom continued to look at his mate, then noticed her swollen belly. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?! Why did you keep it a secret from me?", Dholewhisker growled, his anger rising. "I knew that you would be mad...", Cougarpelt replied.

"Who's kits are they?", Dholewhisker asked. "Ours.", Cougarpelt replied. "I'm going to go in the nursery, Dholewhisker...", she meowed, getting to her paws, going into the nursery.

Dholewhisker ignroed what she had said as she went into the nursery. If she told me sooner, I probably wouldn't have been mad..., he thought, padding across the clearing and went into the warriors den.

[Random Melody]

Snowstar made her way up onto the Highpeak, taking a deep breath. The Siamese was tired, worn out. And no wonder. Expecting kits took its toll on the young leader. And having all these duties wasnt helping. Still, Snowstar pushed it back and smiled down at her Clanmates. Today was a good day. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highpeak for a Clan meeting!" First, waiting for her Clan to gather, she decided she would do the apprentice and warrior ceremonies first.

Suspiciousmindz

"Treekit," She started when the Clan was gathered, beckoning the young cat forward with a flick of her tail. "You are ready to become an apprentice. From this day forward, you will be known as Treepaw. Tawnystream ( tawny~ )," She looked at the warrior. "You will mentor Treepaw. I trust you will pass down all you know onto this apprentice." With that, Snowstar turned to the next cat, and smiled warmly.

Constellation

"Tigerpaw, step forward." Snowstar nodded to the Tom. "I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of the Warrior Code, and I grant him his warrior name in return. Tigerpaw, from this day forward, you will be known as Tigerbreeze. ThunderClan honors your compassion and integrity, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."

Now came the most important ceremony. Snowstar cleared her throat. "Now, as we know, Fennelnose has disappeared. It has been several days, and ThunderClan cannot - Will not - Go on without a deputy any longer. So without further ado," Snowstar turned her ice blue eyes to the crowd until it landed on the cat she was looking for.

Stario

"Bubblestep, please come forward."

[Stario&Co.]

(-takes deep breath- okay. Let's do this)
"M-me?" Bubblestep felt the gazes of her clanmates. They were all staring at her. What was happening?
"She did say step forward, Bubble," Turtlesong, Bubblestep's littermate mumbled, and nosed the young cats shoulder.
"Oh! Right," Bubblestep brought herself to her paws and started forward. Maybe she wants me to lead a patrol to look for Fennelnose. That must be it, or maybe, just maybe....could it be possible?

[Random Melody]

(-takes deep breath- okay. Let's do this)
"M-me?" Bubblestep felt the gazes of her clanmates. They were all staring at her. What was happening?
"She did say step forward, Bubble," Turtlesong, Bubblestep's littermate mumbled, and nosed the young cats shoulder.
"Oh! Right," Bubblestep brought herself to her paws and started forward. Maybe she wants me to lead a patrol to look for Fennelnose. That must be it, or maybe, just maybe....could it be possible?

Snowstar smiled a little as she watched the young cat. Bubblestep reminded the Siamese leader of herself, remembering her own confusion when Gyrewind had called her up before. Speaking of Gyrewind.. Snowstar let her gaze trail around the Clan. Was her former leader happy with her choice? Snowstar hoped so.

Taking in a breath, Snowstar turned back to Bubblestep, and made her way down the rocks to stand in front of her. "Bubblestep, you have shown great loyalty to ThunderClan, to your Clanmates. You've shown your worthiness. If you accept the position," She lifted her head, keeping her gaze trained on the she-cat with a smile. "I would like to name you the new deputy of ThunderClan."

[Stario&Co.]

Snowstar smiled a little as she watched the young cat. Bubblestep reminded the Siamese leader of herself, remembering her own confusion when Gyrewind had called her up before. Speaking of Gyrewind.. Snowstar let her gaze trail around the Clan. Was her former leader happy with her choice? Snowstar hoped so.

Taking in a breath, Snowstar turned back to Bubblestep, and made her way down the rocks to stand in front of her. "Bubblestep, you have shown great loyalty to ThunderClan, to your Clanmates. You've shown your worthiness. If you accept the position," She lifted her head, keeping her gaze trained on the she-cat with a smile. "I would like to name you the new deputy of ThunderClan."

Deputy....
That word. It held such responsibility and honor. A title that put a cat in the second highest rank. It was given to the next cat to be leader of their clan. That word, that ancient but well known and respected word, was being said to her. She was being addressed, requested to be deputy of her clan. She heard her sisters and mother gasp behind her.
All Bubblestep could do was stare at Snowstar in shock. She couldn't find the words. When she did, they were but simple words that covered both her excitement and fear. "I...I accept." she dipped her head "I promise to work hard and do my best to serve the clan as deputy."

[Random Melody]

Deputy....
That word. It held such responsibility and honor. A title that put a cat in the second highest rank. It was given to the next cat to be leader of their clan. That word, that ancient but well known and respected word, was being said to her. She was being addressed, requested to be deputy of her clan. She heard her sisters and mother gasp behind her.
All Bubblestep could do was stare at Snowstar in shock. She couldn't find the words. When she did, they were but simple words that covered both her excitement and fear. "I...I accept." she dipped her head "I promise to work hard and do my best to serve the clan as deputy."

"I know you will."

Snowstar smiled brightly at the young cat, tail flicking. Her new deputy would be someone great. Someone trustworthy for her Clan. Someone who would grow to be a good leader. Or at least, that's what Snowstar hoped. And being the naive, trusting cat she was, this is what she expected. The she-cat stepped forward, pressing her nose lightly to Bubblestep's head before stepping back and raising her voice. "Cats of ThunderClan, I hereby name Bubblestep as the knew deputy of ThunderClan!"

[Stario&Co.]

"I know you will."

Snowstar smiled brightly at the young cat, tail flicking. Her new deputy would be someone great. Someone trustworthy for her Clan. Someone who would grow to be a good leader. Or at least, that's what Snowstar hoped. And being the naive, trusting cat she was, this is what she expected. The she-cat stepped forward, pressing her nose lightly to Bubblestep's head before stepping back and raising her voice. "Cats of ThunderClan, I hereby name Bubblestep as the knew deputy of ThunderClan!"
Bubblestep couldn't stop smiling at this point. She was deputy of Thunderclan! That itself was enough excitement for a lifetime. She knew then that not only was this her time to shine, but her chance to protect her clan with honor, and that her short stature wouldn't slow her down.

[Charmer]

Bubblestep! Bubblestep! Cherrypaw called out, welcoming the new Thunderclan deputy.Being only recently apprenticved and out of the nursery, Cherrypaw had seen little of Fennelnose, but the loss of the deputy had shaken the clan, and she was proud to see that her leader was doing the responsible thing and appointing a new deputy so that Thunderclan could remain strong.

[Waffee]

CandyFlossCat
Doodle


There was a small bundle of fur and fluff curled right next to a significantly larger molly that was her mother. She looked nearly identical to the black and white colored queen that was resting next to her, only she lacked the black paws the bigger and older molly had and instead possessed a single, black, fluffy tail that stuck out like a sore thumb against her white body. The little kit stirred against the warmth as small snores could be heard from her. Eventually, after a while of moving and fidgeting restlessly around, the pale she-kit opened her oddly colored eyes and parted her jaws in a sleepy yawn. "Mm..?"

[Empress Of Evil]

Buzzardpaw gazed at the she-cat, ears lowering. "Sure didn't mean to wake you up, but in all honestly, I think we've already been told many times not to sleep in camp... Some might just think you're bathing in the sun, but with the weather, eh..." He said, ears twitching. "I even wonder how you'll sleep with all that... The others speaking, the weather, basically anything you don't want is right there, you don't even have a nest or anything to sleep in, or on... It's just plain ground." The spotted tom mewed softly. "Well... I guess the grass can't be that bad... Heh..." He added. he didn't want to be too loud either, as he had enough respect to give her the chance to fall asleep, he honestly hated sleeping on the territory, or anywhere outside of his den, at the mercy of everything, his ears lowered a tad, this wasn't the great moment to talk and he knew it, so he thought for a bit until an idea popped in his head and he smiled down at the she-cat.

Hearing that she was just as sarcastic as him when she spoke about the weather was a great start, well, for him anyway. He slowly placed his tail on behind her neck and started stroking. "I guess, while I'm at it, I could definitively help you to sleep." He murmured and started humming a little. His smile fading as his tail lightly stroked her fur, it was relaxing, he wasn't too rough or anything, it was something his mother used to do when he was still in the nursery. "Thank me later..." He murmured and just kept on humming afterwards, shutting his green hues and enjoying the sounds of his surroundings, well, he tried to, but he only hoped to make Everpaw happy.

(If you wanna Timeskip after, I sure don't mind, because Buzzardpaw is honestly a very polite cat, so if someone wants to sleep, he'll help them go to sleep and do his stuff afterwards, he's kind of like a mother to her kits. x3)



The calico apprentice gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "And since when did I start listening to others?” Everpaw asked, tail twitching in annoyance. Wasn’t it obvious that she didn’t like obeying anyone except for herself? Maybe it was just because she was feeling grumpy from having been woken up. It probably was. The she-cat listened to others a lot more than she might say. She would obey the orders of her deputy and leader without any hesitation and those of her mentor too. But those were cats that the she-cat respected and would therefore be willing to obey whatever orders she received from them. She also looked up to the leaders of the clan and she knew that her mentor had a lot of knowledge and skill to share, which meant she would be able to benefit from them if she did as they said. "I can do anything no matter the conditions if I put my mind to it and have a bit of silence!” Everpaw snapped back grumpily. If it weren’t for the fact that she looked very young, any cat could mistake her for an elder with the grumpy and gruff tone that she used. She didn’t mean to snap at Buzzardpaw, for he was a kind friend and good cat, but being the cat she was, the apprentice had a short temper to use others and didn’t have any exceptions when she was tired. She would have to apologise later when she wasn’t so grumpy, that is, if she wasn’t still feeling grumpy afterwards. The she-cat was never grumpy after sleeping, but it was very easy to trigger her short temper and she could be feeling just as sharp-tongued after her nap.

The she-cat was about to protest but as he started stroking her fur, she couldn’t help but keep her word to herself and relax. The rhythmic strokes were strangely comforting and tune he hummed was slowly lulling her to sleep. Soon enough her eyelids were closed and she was on the verge of being captured by sleep’s grasp. Apart from his humming, she blocked out any noise. She was awake long enough to hear his last words. "Yeah right,” She mumbled in a barely audible voice. And with that, every noise around her disappeared and Everpaw let sleep control her.

[He seems like a sweet child c: Let’s timeskip in your post]

[Doodle]

CandyFlossCat
Doodle


There was a small bundle of fur and fluff curled right next to a significantly larger molly that was her mother. She looked nearly identical to the black and white colored queen that was resting next to her, only she lacked the black paws the bigger and older molly had and instead possessed a single, black, fluffy tail that stuck out like a sore thumb against her white body. The little kit stirred against the warmth as small snores could be heard from her. Eventually, after a while of moving and fidgeting restlessly around, the pale she-kit opened her oddly colored eyes and parted her jaws in a sleepy yawn. "Mm..?"

CandyFlossCat

A kit roughly the size of the she-kit sat a little bit off from the queen and his sister, intently watching the activities within the nursery. He was a bit more different from both his mother and sister; while he had a white coat like them, his markings were grey instead of black. His eyes were matching from his sister, and often he wondered how they both came to have them when their mother only had one color for her eyes. Perhaps their dad had unique eyes such as them. When the tom's sister stirred, his attention moved onto the she-kit. "Morning, Duskkit," he meowed. His sister was one of the few cats he would actually converse with, rather than just nod to their speaking. This was likely because of the amount of time he spend with Duskkit; even with all his slinking off to be by himself, when he was around others it was mostly his littermate or mother.

[wickedvirtues]

CandyFlossCat
Doodle


There was a small bundle of fur and fluff curled right next to a significantly larger molly that was her mother. She looked nearly identical to the black and white colored queen that was resting next to her, only she lacked the black paws the bigger and older molly had and instead possessed a single, black, fluffy tail that stuck out like a sore thumb against her white body. The little kit stirred against the warmth as small snores could be heard from her. Eventually, after a while of moving and fidgeting restlessly around, the pale she-kit opened her oddly colored eyes and parted her jaws in a sleepy yawn. "Mm..?"

A white she-cat with a black tail and paws lay by the kit, guarding her with her. Nightcloud was proud of her kits, Duskkit and Pebblekit. Both were adorable and she was probably being too protective of them, but she didn't care. Nightcloud looked down at Duskkit, who was starting to wake up. "Hello, sleepyhead" she chuckled, her black tail swishing as she sat up. "Sleep well?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. Her eyes shining and a smile on her face. Nightcloud wished their father was around, but she didn't see anyone in the nursery.. or camp, for that matter. Nightcloud let out a small, silent sigh. That'd be fun to explain to her kits. But at a later date, of course. They were only two moons.

[RedHead]

Amber hues gleamed from the shade provided by a bush as they watched cats pass by without noticing her. Ashkit’s tabby markings kept her well hidden amongst the leaves and the green that tinted her eyes helped her blend in even better. No one would notice her unless they looked closely enough. Once again, the little she-cat was all by herself. She couldn’t quite understand why though. Every time she walked up to one of her denmates, they would just back away from her and make up some silly excuse. Was it something wrong with her? Surely she was just as normal as everyone else? It was as if they all thought she carried some strange, contagious disease. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d met someone who was willing to be near her. One day she was going to find out why everyone kept avoiding her, but for now she would just see if she could strike lucky and find someone to play with.

Sighing, Ashkit continued to watch and wait from the shadows of the bush. She gazed around and searched desperately for a kit that looked like they could do with someone to play with. A gasp left her mouth as she suddenly spotted a tom kit getting hit in the face with a ball of moss. The tabby darted out from beneath the bush and rushed over the kit. Although the tom looked perfectly fine and was laughing, she took no notice of that. She dashed from one spot to another as she checked him over. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do you need me to get Wheatfur?” Ashkit asked, concern floating in her eyes. This probably wasn’t vey good for a first impression. She knew that she wouldn’t want to be bombarded with questions over a small thing, but she wasn’t aware of her actions. Ashkit thought that this was what any cat would do. But she wasn’t like the normal cat. She was different.
The she-cat was feeling rather kind in this situation. Except, she was probably being too kind. She knew that he was fine, but her emotions prevented her from walking away and doing something more useful. Maybe she was just excited that she had someone to talk to, but she wouldn’t know that. After spending half the day doing nothing, she was very thankful to have someone who might want to play with her. The tom appeared to be around her age and if she was lucky, he wouldn’t back away like everyone else did.

Constellation





Fireflykit was never an early riser. In fact, he liked to sleep in late. Sleep all the time. At least sleeping was a way to keep him out of trouble. The young tom kit turned over, feeling the soft fur of his mother against himself. His eyes were still closed, and little snores came from his mouth. That's the only thing Fireflykit enjoyed doing; sleeping or getting into trouble. Though his mother's warm pelt always lulled him to sleep, and when he turned over, hoping to feel his brother's fluffy pelt against his own, the tom was greeted with cold air. A passing breeze. This is what woke Fireflykit up, flicking his ears. He checked around the nursery, but his twin was nowhere to be found. However, he did see another kit and her mother. Though she was asleep, her glossy dark fur shining the brightest to him. Fireflykit let out a deep sigh, and he staggered to his paws, stretching his limbs in the process. Where could Lightningbugkit be? Wasn't it a bit...too early for the tom to be up? Last time he checked, his brother was not an early riser.

Fireflykit padded to the entrance of the nursery den, poking his head out, and having his green hues flicker around to catch site of anything as fluffy as he was. Brightleaf wouldn't have noticed that they were gone...would she? Nah, of course not. Fireflykit had a lot of confidence. Hard to knock him down, and he held the attitude that matched it. With his tail strung in the air, he padded out the den in a confident manner. He knew his brother's scent. It wasn't hard to find him after that, but another thing that led him to his brother was the fact that he heard a she kit yell something at him. Asking if he were okay.

Fireflykit followed the voice of the young she kit, hoping that he would find his brother in the process. Bingo. There he was, and Fireflykit laughed. Though he was happy because his brother looked the least bit hurt. But, he had came just in time to hear the other kit's mew. It made him roll his eyes. She sounded too...caring. If that was possible. ''Lightningbugkit don't need Wheatfur!'' The fluffy tom padded towards his brother, and swatted at him with a paw. ''See? He's fine! No scratches!'' He nodded, then brushed his tail above the tom's head. ''But soon he will have a scratch!'' Fireflykit said, his fur bristling slightly as he stared his brother down. ''How could you wake up before me--then, don't even wake me up after you get up? Unbelievable! I feel betrayed! I would had never done this to you!'' Fireflykit might have sounded serious, and a bit mean to the she kit, but to Lightningbugkit, his brother could see through his playfulness easy more than other cats. This was because the twins understood each other greatly, Though Fireflykit was still a bit salty that his brother would do anything without him. They were a duo. Double trouble. Two peas in a pod. Only, Lightningbugkit was more mature than Fireflykit. Did that matter? Not at all! Fireflykit was the type to ignite a fire and keep it flaming. Whereas Lightningbugkit knew how to be nice and extinguish it.


Lightningbugkit's vibrant green hues widened in surprise when a gray tabby kit bounded over to him, checking him over. The tom kit wasn't sure what to think at first. He'd never experienced this before. "Um-I'm.." His sentence was cut off as a similar golden calico bounded up to the two kits. His matching green eyes rolled, and Lightningbugkit flattened his ears slightly at Fireflykit's words. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine." He told the She-kit kindly, hoping to cover up some of his brother's rude words. "But thanks for being.... Concerned." I hope that's the way to put it. She seemed a little more than concerned.

At his brother's next words, it was Lightningbugkit's turn to roll his eyes. "Calm down Fireflykit. You're getting worked up over nothing." Lightningbugkit could tell his brother was also playing around a bit, and he swatted his twin back with a paw. "I figured letting you sleep in would give you less time to wreck havoc." Lightningbugkit's eyes gleamed with amusement, then he turned back to the gray-furred she-kit. "Excuse me, but let me introduce myself. My name is Lightningbugkit, and that is my twin brother over there, Fireflykit." He flicked his tail at his brother, the white fur on his tail shining in the sun. "He's a little bit of a trouble-maker, so don't mind him much. Quite high-strung too." The kit purred, loud enough for both of his companions to hear. Of course Fireflykit would know he was joking, there were no negative feelings between the two brothers. Well, there were nearly no negative feelings. Lightningbugkit couldn't lie about that. "So, what's your name?" Be asked the she-kit, giving her his natural charming smile that would be the part of cause of she-cats crushing on him in the future.

{So how about the pattern is me, Empress, then Constellation? And Cerise can come in when you want Consrellation.}

[Waffee]

CandyFlossCat

A kit roughly the size of the she-kit sat a little bit off from the queen and his sister, intently watching the activities within the nursery. He was a bit more different from both his mother and sister; while he had a white coat like them, his markings were grey instead of black. His eyes were matching from his sister, and often he wondered how they both came to have them when their mother only had one color for her eyes. Perhaps their dad had unique eyes such as them. When the tom's sister stirred, his attention moved onto the she-kit. "Morning, Duskkit," he meowed. His sister was one of the few cats he would actually converse with, rather than just nod to their speaking. This was likely because of the amount of time he spend with Duskkit; even with all his slinking off to be by himself, when he was around others it was mostly his littermate or mother.

A white she-cat with a black tail and paws lay by the kit, guarding her with her. Nightcloud was proud of her kits, Duskkit and Pebblekit. Both were adorable and she was probably being too protective of them, but she didn't care. Nightcloud looked down at Duskkit, who was starting to wake up. "Hello, sleepyhead" she chuckled, her black tail swishing as she sat up. "Sleep well?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. Her eyes shining and a smile on her face. Nightcloud wished their father was around, but she didn't see anyone in the nursery.. or camp, for that matter. Nightcloud let out a small, silent sigh. That'd be fun to explain to her kits. But at a later date, of course. They were only two moons.


The she-kit blinked a few times groggily and stretched her tiny legs out, sighing with satisfaction. Her still a bit half-asleep gaze shifted from her brother and then up to her mother. She nodded slightly in response. and mumbled. "Morning." Pebblekit and her mother were pretty much the only cats she really spoke with, even if her responses were almost always short and even then she didn't speak much. The kit got up and stretched once more and properly, yawning. Her head then turned towards the exit of the nursery; she might have just woke up, but she wanted to go and play already. Food could wait anyway. She glanced up at Nightcloud and then pointed with her muzzle outside hoping she would understand her.

[Doodle]

The she-kit blinked a few times groggily and stretched her tiny legs out, sighing with satisfaction. Her still a bit half-asleep gaze shifted from her brother and then up to her mother. She nodded slightly in response. and mumbled. "Morning." Pebblekit and her mother were pretty much the only cats she really spoke with, even if her responses were almost always short and even then she didn't speak much. The kit got up and stretched once more and properly, yawning. Her head then turned towards the exit of the nursery; she might have just woke up, but she wanted to go and play already. Food could wait anyway. She glanced up at Nightcloud and then pointed with her muzzle outside hoping she would understand her.

Pebblekit watched his sister quietly as she stretched, but as soon as he gathered that she wanted to go outside he became more alert, his ears perking in interest as he stood and moved to stand besides her. Soon his gaze was locked on their mother, waiting for her permission. He wasn't a social cat, and there was sure to be many cats in the clearing, but that didn't mean he had to talk to any of them. No, he'd be content to just watch the clan activities and learn what he could. There would be much more interesting things to see outside of the nursery as well. His eyes were hopeful and he even put on a pleading smile for Nightcloud, silently promising that he'd behave.

[Dovekit12]

Milky Way
Whitebird walked around the clearing looking for someone to talk to. Seeing Fernglow she walked over wanting to get to know her sisters mate.

[Gone]

The calico apprentice gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "And since when did I start listening to others?” Everpaw asked, tail twitching in annoyance. Wasn’t it obvious that she didn’t like obeying anyone except for herself? Maybe it was just because she was feeling grumpy from having been woken up. It probably was. The she-cat listened to others a lot more than she might say. She would obey the orders of her deputy and leader without any hesitation and those of her mentor too. But those were cats that the she-cat respected and would therefore be willing to obey whatever orders she received from them. She also looked up to the leaders of the clan and she knew that her mentor had a lot of knowledge and skill to share, which meant she would be able to benefit from them if she did as they said. "I can do anything no matter the conditions if I put my mind to it and have a bit of silence!” Everpaw snapped back grumpily. If it weren’t for the fact that she looked very young, any cat could mistake her for an elder with the grumpy and gruff tone that she used. She didn’t mean to snap at Buzzardpaw, for he was a kind friend and good cat, but being the cat she was, the apprentice had a short temper to use others and didn’t have any exceptions when she was tired. She would have to apologise later when she wasn’t so grumpy, that is, if she wasn’t still feeling grumpy afterwards. The she-cat was never grumpy after sleeping, but it was very easy to trigger her short temper and she could be feeling just as sharp-tongued after her nap.

The she-cat was about to protest but as he started stroking her fur, she couldn’t help but keep her word to herself and relax. The rhythmic strokes were strangely comforting and tune he hummed was slowly lulling her to sleep. Soon enough her eyelids were closed and she was on the verge of being captured by sleep’s grasp. Apart from his humming, she blocked out any noise. She was awake long enough to hear his last words. "Yeah right,” She mumbled in a barely audible voice. And with that, every noise around her disappeared and Everpaw let sleep control her.

[He seems like a sweet child c: Let’s timeskip in your post]

The tom somehow didn't really seem impressed by how she acted, gazing up at the sky. This she-cat was definitively one of a kind, no one was like her, but he just kept on stroking her shoulders with his tail, in all honesty, he wasn't the kind of cat to be offended by words, seeing her fall asleep definitively made Buzzardpaw smile, he kept going for a bit until he decided that he had done enough, getting up and going around doing random things. Watching her from afar before he did what he never thought he would do, he curled up beside her, and slowly started to drift off to sleep, pressing against her protectively. Never had he thought about something so foolish, but did he really care at that point? No, not at all, giving Everpaw one last glance, he slowly licked the top of her head as not to wake her up and fell into slumber, pressed against the other apprentice.

(Sorry if it's short, but I feel like she could get mad at him for sleeping with her with how she is x3)

[Stario&Co.]

Random Melchester
"Bubblestep!"
Bubblestep turned, her eyes shinning as Nightshade approached her. "Hello, Nightshade."
"Congratulations on deputy," Nightshade smiled, flicking his tail across her shoulder. "Who knew a pint sized little bug would get that title?"
"Hey!" Bubblestep's joy quickly turned to annoyance. She glared up at him, tail fluffing.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" Nightshade purred. "I'm happy for you. Your my best friend, remember?"
"Bubble!!" Suddenly, Turtlesong crashed into her littermate, Tinyclaw approaching moments later.
"Turtlesong!" Bubblestep exclaimed, pushing her paws against her sister's muzzle. "Get off!"
"But I'm so happy for you!" Turtlesong purred, rubbing her head against Bubble's "deputy is a big responsibility you know! So," she climbed of and let Bubblestep stand. "What are you going to do first?"
"Pardon?" Bubblestep blinked, then it hit her. Her entire life and responsibilities just changed. She had no idea where to start!
Nightshade must have noticed, because he spoke up. "How about leading a patrol?"
"A patrol!" Bubblestep nodded, "good idea. I could lead a hunting patrol. But who with?" She began scanning the area, until her eyes landed on two toms in particular. "Roarclaw! Blackstorm!"