ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[Stario&Co.]

Bubblestep looked back down at the shrew. While the small thing looked appetizing, she couldn't bring herself to it. Instead the deputy pushed it away and padded after Snowstar. "What did you want to talk about?" She asked

[Random Melody]

Bubblestep looked back down at the shrew. While the small thing looked appetizing, she couldn't bring herself to it. Instead the deputy pushed it away and padded after Snowstar. "What did you want to talk about?" She asked



Snowstar frowned when she saw Bubblestep didn't grab the shrew, but decided not to comment. She sat down beneath the tree, lightly gesturing for Bubblestep to sit beside her. She hesitated a moment, before speaking. "Well, the twolegs are scaring off all nearby prey. And ShadowClan has evacuated their territory due to the flood there." She paused, eyes flickering. "But you already know this. And I was thinking, as long as ShadowClan isn't eating the prey there now, we could see what we can scrounge up there." The Siamese let her ice blue eyes flicker away, gazing up at the sky before looking back at Bubblestep. "I haven't made any announcement yet. I wanted to know what you think about it first."

[Stario&Co.]

Bubblestep felt her chest tighten at the mention of ShadowClan, and her blood froze at her leader's idea. "Snowstar," She lowered her voice, her ears slightly falling back "My father was...is ShadowClan. I'll always be loyal to ThunderClan, but," She hesitated. Was it wrong to argue with the leader? "Stealing prey? Has it really come to that?"

[Random Melody]

Bubblestep felt her chest tighten at the mention of ShadowClan, and her blood froze at her leader's idea. "Snowstar," She lowered her voice, her ears slightly falling back "My father was...is ShadowClan. I'll always be loyal to ThunderClan, but," She hesitated. Was it wrong to argue with the leader? "Stealing prey? Has it really come to that?"



"I know." Snowstar said quietly, gazing at her paws. "I just... ThunderClan is starving, Bubblestep. I cant sit by and do nothing. There's no prey left here. Not enough." Her eyes flickered, feeling like she was going to cry; But she didnt. She had to stay strong. She took a deep breath and lifted her gaze to her deputy's. "There's prey in ShadowClan that's not getting eaten. I know, that's still wrong, but at least its not stealing from cats who need it." She said softly.

[Stario&Co.]

"I know." Snowstar said quietly, gazing at her paws. "I just... ThunderClan is starving, Bubblestep. I cant sit by and do nothing. There's no prey left here. Not enough." Her eyes flickered, feeling like she was going to cry; But she didnt. She had to stay strong. She took a deep breath and lifted her gaze to her deputy's. "There's prey in ShadowClan that's not getting eaten. I know, that's still wrong, but at least its not stealing from cats who need it." She said softly.


Are we really that deep in a hole? Bubblestep blinked, and her whiskers twitched. As much as I honor the warrior code, I just can't let my clan starve. "I mean, as long as ShadowClan doesn't need it," She sighed softly "Do we really have a choice?"

[Random Melody]

Are we really that deep in a hole? Bubblestep blinked, and her whiskers twitched. As much as I honor the warrior code, I just can't let my clan starve. "I mean, as long as ShadowClan doesn't need it," She sighed softly "Do we really have a choice?"



Snowstar sighed in relief when Bubblestep seemed to agree, nodding quietly. "I don't think we do." Her ice blue eyes met her deputy's. "I hate this. Really, I do. But... I need to put ThunderClan before what I think is right." She flicked her tail, as if sealing the decision, lowering her head to give her chest fur a few licks. "So, you'll organize the patrols?"

[Stario&Co.]

Snowstar sighed in relief when Bubblestep seemed to agree, nodding quietly. "I don't think we do." Her ice blue eyes met her deputy's. "I hate this. Really, I do. But... I need to put ThunderClan before what I think is right." She flicked her tail, as if sealing the decision, lowering her head to give her chest fur a few licks. "So, you'll organize the patrols?"


"Of course Snowstar," Bubblestep dipped her had, forcing down the fur she didn't know was sticking up the whole time. "I do have a question, however."

[SuspiciousMindz]

"That's it! Ottertail's going full out on you, lil' miss Minty!" The tom's optics sparkled playfully at referring to himself in the third person and her as 'lil' miss Minty.' It was a nickname that he was hoping would be as affectionately exasperating as her own for him, but maybe she would actually like it. Either way Ottertail would be satisfied. The feline's optics continued sparkling as he got to his paws and padded towards her. Pretending to suddenly lose control, the feline flopped partly on top of her, his front paws curved over her back while his head and part of his chest rested on it. "Oh dear, dear, me... I seem to have lost control of all my limbs... ah well, you know how it is when you're an old fluff butt like me." He remained there, pretending to be unable to get back up. The tom was happy to have a friend he could just play around with. As a general rule, there weren't too many serious talks between the two, but he would have been happy to be there if she needed it. Whatever Mintberry needed to rid her memory of the awful night terrors, he was happy to give it to her.

Mintberry's pale hues widened as she realized what was happening. She suddenly tried squirming to her paws frantically, but it was too late. "No-no, WA-"

OOF!

The breath left her, however, she exhaled way more dramatically than what had actually occurred. "You big fluff butt!" she exclaimed, wiggling beneath his dead weight, even though it was just the top of his body. "You're going to squish the soul out of me!" she squealed loudly, hoping to deafen her friend enough to make him roll off. "Gonna send me straight to Starclan with your big fluff butt!" she exclaimed more, weakening her wiggling a little bit. Then in a dramatic finish, she exhaled again and went limp, but not without speaking in a whisper just after. "And... I'm dead," she let her tongue hang out of her mouth and shut her eyes tight hoping her act would work.

[Random Melody]

"Of course Snowstar," Bubblestep dipped her had, forcing down the fur she didn't know was sticking up the whole time. "I do have a question, however."



Snowstar nodded slightly, taking a deep breath. "What is it?" She asked quickly, licking a paw and running it down her muzzle.

[Stario&Co.]

Snowstar nodded slightly, taking a deep breath. "What is it?" She asked quickly, licking a paw and running it down her muzzle.


"Some of us may die this leaf-bare," Bubblestep's voice became more hushed as she asked the question she had been dreading for days "won't we?"

[Random Melody]

"Some of us may die this leaf-bare," Bubblestep's voice became more hushed as she asked the question she had been dreading for days "won't we?"



Snowstar felt pain and fear consume her as Bubblestep asked the question, the question Snowstar had been avoiding. The young leader seemed to falter, the cheerful mask fading and showing her concern and fear underneath. She'd been hiding it for her Clanmate's sake, but now she just couldn't. Not right then. "I don't know." The young Siamese said softly, warily as her gaze ran around the clearing. Warriors, apprentices, queens, kits, elders... Were some of them going to die? The dread pulsed through her, and she shut her eyes. "Im trying so hard, Bubblestep, to avoid losing anyone." She sighed softly to her deputy. "I really am."

[Stario&Co.]

Snowstar felt pain and fear consume her as Bubblestep asked the question, the question Snowstar had been avoiding. The young leader seemed to falter, the cheerful mask fading and showing her concern and fear underneath. She'd been hiding it for her Clanmate's sake, but now she just couldn't. Not right then. "I don't know." The young Siamese said softly, warily as her gaze ran around the clearing. Warriors, apprentices, queens, kits, elders... Were some of them going to die? The dread pulsed through her, and she shut her eyes. "Im trying so hard, Bubblestep, to avoid losing anyone." She sighed softly to her deputy. "I really am."


"We'll do it together," Bubblestep reached up and touched her nose to her leader's. "I don't plan on leaving you."

[Random Melody]

"We'll do it together," Bubblestep reached up and touched her nose to her leader's. "I don't plan on leaving you."



That seemed to put a stop to Snowstar's inside panicking. Her eyes softened considerably, taking a deep breath. "Thank you, Bubblestep. I appreciate it, I really do." She said softly as she pulled back, seeming to relax now, knowing she had her deputy's support.

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

Greypaw's tail flicked irritably, hearing that Redclaw was still upset over the loss of Iceclaw. "I miss our father too, but he can't carry on like this. He has a duty to the Clan, and so do we."

He flexed his front paws, claws raking the dirt. "We should all work to make him proud of us up in StarClan, he wouldn't want us all moping over his passing."
Icepaw just shook her head slowly "it ain't that easy for him he knows his duty to his clan and he knows iceclaw wouldn't want him to grieve but he can't help it anything he does reminds him of iceclaw they were closer to each other than to anyone in the family" she said about to continue on when cherrypaw leaped out of the bush next to them onto greypaw "ha and you said i couldn't sneak up on you" she said

[Rockstar]

Icepaw just shook her head slowly "it ain't that easy for him he knows his duty to his clan and he knows iceclaw wouldn't want him to grieve but he can't help it anything he does reminds him of iceclaw they were closer to each other than to anyone in the family" she said about to continue on when cherrypaw leaped out of the bush next to them onto greypaw "ha and you said i couldn't sneak up on you" she said

"He should use the similarities to empower himself, not making himself feel more down," Greypaw pointed out, and his eyes widened with surprise when Cherrypaw pounced him from behind. He looked up to her, tail lashing irritably. "I let you do that. You need the practice."

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

"He should use the similarities to empower himself, not making himself feel more down," Greypaw pointed out, and his eyes widened with surprise when Cherrypaw pounced him from behind. He looked up to her, tail lashing irritably. "I let you do that. You need the practice."
"Ya ya ya come on admit it i got you for once wheres lightninpaw by the way" cherrypaw asked then icepaw said "we will talk about this later we should get lightninpaw and go hunting" she said

[MaskedBandits]

( BluBunny )

Burstpaw sat just outside the apprentice's den, his tail on his paws and his mind in the clouds. It was only recently he'd earned his title as apprentice, and he was nervous about the tasks this entitled him to do. What if I completely bomb my training? What if the other apprentices hate me? What if I'm so bad, I can never become a warrior?! The young tom spent a lot of time worrying - over if his fur was neatly done, if his bedding was in shape, if it was going to rain, if his training session would go all right - that he often came up with ridiculous scenarios and even more extreme outcomes. Maybe it was his lack of friends, but he seemed to have too much time on his paws, and his overactive imagination wasn't helping him at all.

Burstpaw brought his mind back from wherever it'd been and looked around at his Clanmates, taking in their state. Because of the lack of prey, he knew, essentially, that ThunderClan was starving - he himself was experiencing the starvation around him.
Fewer and fewer amounts of mice, squirrels, and sparrows had been brought in, and the apprentice hasn't eaten since the day before. Maybe I should be out there, hunting and patrolling and being useful... As much as he wanted to, though, he hadn't the necessary skills to successfully hunt down a creature; that was something he had yet to be taught. He audibly sighed, racking his brain for other ideas that would benefit the Clan. I could... um... help the elders? But that's not going to bring them prey! Exasperated, Burstpaw gave up. If something came along and presented itself to him, he'd waste no time in carrying out the task... if there even was one at all.

[lone]

Mintberry's pale hues widened as she realized what was happening. She suddenly tried squirming to her paws frantically, but it was too late. "No-no, WA-"

OOF!

The breath left her, however, she exhaled way more dramatically than what had actually occurred. "You big fluff butt!" she exclaimed, wiggling beneath his dead weight, even though it was just the top of his body. "You're going to squish the soul out of me!" she squealed loudly, hoping to deafen her friend enough to make him roll off. "Gonna send me straight to Starclan with your big fluff butt!" she exclaimed more, weakening her wiggling a little bit. Then in a dramatic finish, she exhaled again and went limp, but not without speaking in a whisper just after. "And... I'm dead," she let her tongue hang out of her mouth and shut her eyes tight hoping her act would work.

"So dramatic, Minty-boo," Ottertail tried again after seeing that his last nickname had brought no reaction from the she cat. "Though I guess that performance deserves a reward." Rolling off of her, the fluffy Maine Coon flicked her lightly with his tail and smiled at her. A game. Just a game, was something that everyone needed. And he was no exception. At the moment, other then the general problems with the Clan, life was fine for Ottertail. In fact - he hadn't really had anything personally scarring happen to him in a long time, just the general things that had happened to everyone else. The Evil Era. SkyClan coming. This shortage of prey. Those things were definitely scarring, but not only to him... they affected everyone. The tom tried to think of something to do now. At the moment he couldn't think of a game to play, really... for him, the funniest thing was the change in his friend. She seemed so shy until she started warming up to him again, and then it was like a totally different cat had control of her mind. But Ottertail didn't mind. He never minded.

[FancyFlamingo23]

(For Mystical! :wave5:)

Halfkit crawled along the clearing, smiling and giggling. He had just won a battle! Well,
of course it wasn't an actual battle, but it was enough for him! He had done a stealth attack, sneaking up on a sleeping kit, older than him, and batting at him in the face. He got tackled after...But he won first!

[Barnabas]

The warrior shook his head as he heard the apprentice's words.
"Don't worry, neither I usually go around talking to random apprentices."
A purr escaped from his throat as he spoke. He was aware that going to talk to the so called Nettlepaw hadn't been a good idea to socialize. However, he didn't regret it at all. Liongaze lowered himself to the ground, lying on the soft terrain of the clearing, his tail curled around his body. Maybe this way he'd seem less scary or something. He was as confused as the apprentice was, if Nettlepaw was confused. He couldn't tell.
"Nice name, anyway."
He added shortly, giving a slight flick of his tail tip.


Nettlepaw dipped her head in respect at the compliment he gave her. "You have quiet a nice name as well." replied Nettlepaw with a friendly smile. The apprentice looked around for a moment, hearing her stomach growl in hunger. "Would you like to share a piece of fresh kill?" Asked Nettlepaw. The young molly looked over at the fresh kill pile. She could feel her mouth water at the sight of all the food. "What do you like to eat?" wondered the apprentice. What happens if he's not hungry? Then he would tell you and you'd feel embarrassed and that usually doesn't end well, but it's his choice not yours.

[BluBunnie]

( BluBunny )

Burstpaw sat just outside the apprentice's den, his tail on his paws and his mind in the clouds. It was only recently he'd earned his title as apprentice, and he was nervous about the tasks this entitled him to do. What if I completely bomb my training? What if the other apprentices hate me? What if I'm so bad, I can never become a warrior?! The young tom spent a lot of time worrying - over if his fur was neatly done, if his bedding was in shape, if it was going to rain, if his training session would go all right - that he often came up with ridiculous scenarios and even more extreme outcomes. Maybe it was his lack of friends, but he seemed to have too much time on his paws, and his overactive imagination wasn't helping him at all.

Burstpaw brought his mind back from wherever it'd been and looked around at his Clanmates, taking in their state. Because of the lack of prey, he knew, essentially, that ThunderClan was starving - he himself was experiencing the starvation around him.
Fewer and fewer amounts of mice, squirrels, and sparrows had been brought in, and the apprentice hasn't eaten since the day before. Maybe I should be out there, hunting and patrolling and being useful... As much as he wanted to, though, he hadn't the necessary skills to successfully hunt down a creature; that was something he had yet to be taught. He audibly sighed, racking his brain for other ideas that would benefit the Clan. I could... um... help the elders? But that's not going to bring them prey! Exasperated, Burstpaw gave up. If something came along and presented itself to him, he'd waste no time in carrying out the task... if there even was one at all.

Mousekit stepped out of the Nursery, he looked around the clearing with anxiety clearly in his eyes. As he walked around the clearing, he would jump at different noises. He kept his head down and didn't explore much, he didn't want to bother anyone. He completely avoided the Elders and Warriors den, Mousekit felt his fur rise up his spine as he heard a loud kits mew, he jumped and didn't realized he was about to bump into an older tom. His eyes widen and he skirted to a stop, just missing the other cat by a hair.

[MaskedBandits]

Mousekit stepped out of the Nursery, he looked around the clearing with anxiety clearly in his eyes. As he walked around the clearing, he would jump at different noises. He kept his head down and didn't explore much, he didn't want to bother anyone. He completely avoided the Elders and Warriors den, Mousekit felt his fur rise up his spine as he heard a loud kits mew, he jumped and didn't realized he was about to bump into an older tom. His eyes widen and he skirted to a stop, just missing the other cat by a hair.

When Mousekit padded out of the nursery, Burstpaw barely twitched a whisker. He was fond of kits, of course, but he didn't pay them much attention, as they were never doing anything particularly interesting. So when the kit took a surprising route around camp, the apprentice raised an eyebrow and watched as he jumped and skidded at the camp's noises. He stood up as he approached, but he gave a slight smile as the young tom's eyes widened, trying to create a friendly atmosphere. He was much like the kit, he realized. I was probably this scared of apprentices too, when I was a kit. To an extent, he still was; friend-making had never been a skill of his, but he wanted the kit to stay and talk with him.

"Hi," He said awkwardly, shifting his paws a bit. Come on Burstpaw, he's just a kit! No need to get socially awkward! But he couldn't help looking down at the dirt floor and staring at his paws. He hoped Mousekit didn't mind his shy nature, as most cats did; it was often taken as weakness, but he preyed to StarClan that he either wouldn't notice or wouldn't care. "I'm Burstpaw. What's your name?" He risked a glance up into the tom's eyes, forcing himself to meet Mousekit's gaze despite his growing self-consciousness. Did I wash this morning? Oh, I hope I did! What if I give him the wrong impression? What if he hates me? What if he thinks I'm weak? Just because it's probably true doesn't mean everyone has to know! What if... what if... As usual, his mind jumped to the unlikely conclusions, the ones the least likely to happen. All his thoughts of being useful had vanished in the presence of the kit; all he could focus on was what he thought of him, and whether it was good or bad.

[spade]

Socks Duststorm

At the mention of hearing a story, Teaselkit lit up with excitement, every inch of her on high alert as she danced from paw to paw. "Oh, yes! Yes dad! Tell us a story! I want to hear all about it!" A purr rumbled her tiny chest as she made her way over to plop herself right down in front of Silversky. Ears perked and eager to soak in the awaited story, she grinned up at her father. She knew of his status in ThunderClan; a well respected warrior, some cat that others looked up too. I hope I can be like that one day, she thought with a flutter of hope residing in her chest. There were time when she could just imagine what it would be like to be a warrior. Going on patrols alongside Silversky and her mother. Showing her parents just how great she would be once she was allowed outside the nursery. I'll show them, she vowed silently in her head, a more determined look crossing her face. I'll show them all.

Meanwhile, a more poised Loonkit simply smiled, her excitement more visible just in her eyes as she watched Silversky. She padded softly up to where her sister sat eagerly in front of their father, brushing her with her tiny tail. "Is it about the tensions between WindClan and Snowstar?" she asked softly, her tone just curious with no underlying tone of harshness or cruelty. Unlike her parents, and most cats in ThunderClan, Loonkit didn't understand the rivalry that ran deep between the two kits. She was more acute though to what was going on in the Clan, and listened more than others thought she did. Glancing back and forth between Silversky and Snowfeather, she waited patiently for a response.

Hearing Loonkit speak beside her, Teaselkit visibly winced at her answer. "Oh, for StarClan's sake Loonkit, just let dad tell a story without wanting to be all 'leader' like?" she groaned, tipping her head back and rolling it so she was looking sideways and up at her littermate.

Loonkit's maw tightened just a bit as she returned her sisters gaze, her brow furrowed just a bit. "It's true though! We have to be prepared. We're about to become apprentices. Pretty soon it'll be out battle to face," she stated pointedly, lifting her chin in defiance as she looked back at Silverky. "Right, father?"

[Boulder]

Nettlepaw dipped her head in respect at the compliment he gave her. "You have quiet a nice name as well." replied Nettlepaw with a friendly smile. The apprentice looked around for a moment, hearing her stomach growl in hunger. "Would you like to share a piece of fresh kill?" Asked Nettlepaw. The young molly looked over at the fresh kill pile. She could feel her mouth water at the sight of all the food. "What do you like to eat?" wondered the apprentice. What happens if he's not hungry? Then he would tell you and you'd feel embarrassed and that usually doesn't end well, but it's his choice not yours.

The young warrior let out a pleased purr as he heard what the apprentice said about his name.
"Thanks" the warrior replied, before adding "Oh, sure. I'm pretty hungry aswell." He paused and thought about what he would like to eat, the tom never thought about it. "Well... I like voles. Let me see if there's some in the fresh-kill pile." He said as he rose to his paws and, with his tail held high, padded towards the preys corpses. He began to see if there were some voles, but eventually shrugged and grabbed a mouse. He kept it in his mouth, waiting for the apprentice to take something for herself.

[Rockstar]

"Ya ya ya come on admit it i got you for once wheres lightninpaw by the way" cherrypaw asked then icepaw said "we will talk about this later we should get lightninpaw and go hunting" she said

"Only because I let you," Greypaw insisted, not wanting to admit he'd been taking by surprise. "I saw you coming fox-lengths away."

Lightningpaw soon emerged from the den, yawning and stretching out before padding toward her siblings. "What's everyone talking about?"

[BluBunnie]

When Mousekit padded out of the nursery, Burstpaw barely twitched a whisker. He was fond of kits, of course, but he didn't pay them much attention, as they were never doing anything particularly interesting. So when the kit took a surprising route around camp, the apprentice raised an eyebrow and watched as he jumped and skidded at the camp's noises. He stood up as he approached, but he gave a slight smile as the young tom's eyes widened, trying to create a friendly atmosphere. He was much like the kit, he realized. I was probably this scared of apprentices too, when I was a kit. To an extent, he still was; friend-making had never been a skill of his, but he wanted the kit to stay and talk with him.

"Hi," He said awkwardly, shifting his paws a bit. Come on Burstpaw, he's just a kit! No need to get socially awkward! But he couldn't help looking down at the dirt floor and staring at his paws. He hoped Mousekit didn't mind his shy nature, as most cats did; it was often taken as weakness, but he preyed to StarClan that he either wouldn't notice or wouldn't care. "I'm Burstpaw. What's your name?" He risked a glance up into the tom's eyes, forcing himself to meet Mousekit's gaze despite his growing self-consciousness. Did I wash this morning? Oh, I hope I did! What if I give him the wrong impression? What if he hates me? What if he thinks I'm weak? Just because it's probably true doesn't mean everyone has to know! What if... what if... As usual, his mind jumped to the unlikely conclusions, the ones the least likely to happen. All his thoughts of being useful had vanished in the presence of the kit; all he could focus on was what he thought of him, and whether it was good or bad.


Mousekits fur was still on end as the older cat introduced himself. The small tom wished to himself that his fur would settle down soon, 'this is so embarrassing!' He thought. "U-uhm, hi m-y n-name is M-M-Mousekit."He felt heat rise underneath his pelt as his stutter began to show. 'Please don't laugh!!' He shuffled his paws nervously and stared at the ground, waiting for the usual jokes he got from others about his stutter.

[Random Melody]

Some cats just like pranking. No matter how ya do it; Hitting someone with a branch, throwing berries in someones fur, putting a beetle in someone's nest, stuffing prey with those disgusting traveling herbs from Wheatfur's den... The possibilities were endless to the dark orange Tom with mischievous sparkly green eyes. And as he prepared his latest scheme, everything seemed to be falling into perfect motion. See, the Tom loved playing pranks and making cats laugh - Or just making himself laugh. Which was the way he was going now, since not many cats would laugh at this latest prank, most likely.

Foxthorn strode happily across the clearing, a leaf-wrapped bundle in his jaws as he headed for the warriors den. But instead of entering he stopped just outside and let his package fall to the ground, letting it slip open to reveal several insects; Beetles, worms, ants, the like. A few fire ants, which the Tom was careful not to touch. Smirking to himself, the Tom carefully nosed the leaf into the warriors den and let it spill over, watching the bugs immediately scatter to different nests. He was probably going to get in alot of trouble for this - But he didnt care. The Somali laughed to himself as he straightened up, looking around to make sure nobody was watching. Not that he really cared about that, either. But pranks were better when they were a surprise... Ha.

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

[lone]

Some cats just like pranking. No matter how ya do it; Hitting someone with a branch, throwing berries in someones fur, putting a beetle in someone's nest, stuffing prey with those disgusting traveling herbs from Wheatfur's den... The possibilities were endless to the dark orange Tom with mischievous sparkly green eyes. And as he prepared his latest scheme, everything seemed to be falling into perfect motion. See, the Tom loved playing pranks and making cats laugh - Or just making himself laugh. Which was the way he was going now, since not many cats would laugh at this latest prank, most likely.

Foxthorn strode happily across the clearing, a leaf-wrapped bundle in his jaws as he headed for the warriors den. But instead of entering he stopped just outside and let his package fall to the ground, letting it slip open to reveal several insects; Beetles, worms, ants, the like. A few fire ants, which the Tom was careful not to touch. Smirking to himself, the Tom carefully nosed the leaf into the warriors den and let it spill over, watching the bugs immediately scatter to different nests. He was probably going to get in alot of trouble for this - But he didnt care. The Somali laughed to himself as he straightened up, looking around to make sure nobody was watching. Not that he really cared about that, either. But pranks were better when they were a surprise... Ha.

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

A white she cat, admittedly not the most attractive in the clearing, entered - her tail twitching. She had just 'accidentally' slapped someone across the face with a branch, and of course, no one suspected the innocent looking, pretty young she cat. She had been able to skip off free, while the cat was bewildered as to whom could have pulled the trick on them. Spotting an orange tom from across the clearing, Winterstorm's blue optics flashed with mischief. He appeared to be concentrating on something - and what would be more fun then sneaking across to scare him? Coming up behind him until her whiskers were almost brushing him, the she cat leaned fowards just a little more. "Whatcha doin?" Her voice was a sweet, almost innnocent sound as her optics sparkled with mischief, seeing him focused on something. Obviously she was pretty good at picking out another prankster, and this time, she could see what he was doing. Or at least, part of it. But the fun would be ruined if he thought she was onto him, so why not let this tom have a good time with it? After all, it did look kind of fun. And, someone was going to get a HUGE surprise when they decided to go to sleep that evening, anyways. Winterstorm made a mental note not to go anywhere near the warrior's den until the bugs either decided to find a new home, or something else. Her blue optics sparkled as she watched him, and part of her seemed to almost sparkle with a new knowing; or at least understanding; the understanding of what he was doing. It was as though she completely got it. And it was pretty funny to watch. After all, Winterstorm was trying her best not to bother the tom as far as letting him know that she knew what he was up to, but at the same time - part of her wanted him to know.

[Random Melody]

A white she cat, admittedly not the most attractive in the clearing, entered - her tail twitching. She had just 'accidentally' slapped someone across the face with a branch, and of course, no one suspected the innocent looking, pretty young she cat. She had been able to skip off free, while the cat was bewildered as to whom could have pulled the trick on them. Spotting an orange tom from across the clearing, Winterstorm's blue optics flashed with mischief. He appeared to be concentrating on something - and what would be more fun then sneaking across to scare him? Coming up behind him until her whiskers were almost brushing him, the she cat leaned fowards just a little more. "Whatcha doin?" Her voice was a sweet, almost innnocent sound as her optics sparkled with mischief, seeing him focused on something. Obviously she was pretty good at picking out another prankster, and this time, she could see what he was doing. Or at least, part of it. But the fun would be ruined if he thought she was onto him, so why not let this tom have a good time with it? After all, it did look kind of fun. And, someone was going to get a HUGE surprise when they decided to go to sleep that evening, anyways. Winterstorm made a mental note not to go anywhere near the warrior's den until the bugs either decided to find a new home, or something else. Her blue optics sparkled as she watched him, and part of her seemed to almost sparkle with a new knowing; or at least understanding; the understanding of what he was doing. It was as though she completely got it. And it was pretty funny to watch. After all, Winterstorm was trying her best not to bother the tom as far as letting him know that she knew what he was up to, but at the same time - part of her wanted him to know.


Foxthorn was pretty oblivious to the she-cat creeping up on him, having crouched beside the warriors den to watch any warriors who decided they wanted an evening nap. While he knew he was known as the prankster around and he would definitely be the first suspect, he wanted to stick around to hear them scream when they noticed the bugs. So, he plastered a serene look onto his face and settled down in front of the den, glancing inside from time to time to see the bugs had settled in different nests. Good thing I sleep near the back. Foxthorn decided with an amused twitch of his whiskers. He paused when he felt something brush against him, and turned his head, startled when he heard someone speak. Oh, it was the white she-cat from the territory. Winterstorm, right? Giving her a curious glance, Foxthorn ran his green gaze over her pelt. Well, she was definitely not ugly! Foxthorn wondered whether he should flirt with her or not. Deciding to wait a moment, he turned his eyes back to her, a smile on his face."Nothin'. Just... Sitting here. Watching." He nodded to the clearing, giving the she-cat the most innocent look he could muster. It was hard for him, though, with his reputation, to be anywhere near innocent.

[MaskedBandits]

Mousekits fur was still on end as the older cat introduced himself. The small tom wished to himself that his fur would settle down soon, 'this is so embarrassing!' He thought. "U-uhm, hi m-y n-name is M-M-Mousekit."He felt heat rise underneath his pelt as his stutter began to show. 'Please don't laugh!!' He shuffled his paws nervously and stared at the ground, waiting for the usual jokes he got from others about his stutter.

Burstpaw's smile grew, but not in a teasing or laughing way. He was much like the apprentice as a kit, and even now he thought they were still similar. Though it only showed when he was very afraid or worked up, the tom still faced whisps of a stammer now and again. Maybe I ought to tell him that. "Mousekit. I like that name," He said, bending down so they were eye level, yet not so close their noses were touching. He wanted to make it so the kit would trust him, for if Mousekit was anything like him, he'd be wary or scared of new cats and situations. "You want to play a game? I can give you a badger ride, though it may not be as good as a warrior's." His smile grew a little more as he showed his more hidden playful side. His voice was still quiet, as it always was, and his tail was stick-straight, but a small twinkle in his eye had appeared that rarely showed itself. Maybe this is how I can help the Clan; in a different way, I suppose, than what I'd originally thought of, but this works.

[lone]

Foxthorn was pretty oblivious to the she-cat creeping up on him, having crouched beside the warriors den to watch any warriors who decided they wanted an evening nap. While he knew he was known as the prankster around and he would definitely be the first suspect, he wanted to stick around to hear them scream when they noticed the bugs. So, he plastered a serene look onto his face and settled down in front of the den, glancing inside from time to time to see the bugs had settled in different nests. Good thing I sleep near the back. Foxthorn decided with an amused twitch of his whiskers. He paused when he felt something brush against him, and turned his head, startled when he heard someone speak. Oh, it was the white she-cat from the territory. Winterstorm, right? Giving her a curious glance, Foxthorn ran his green gaze over her pelt. Well, she was definitely not ugly! Foxthorn wondered whether he should flirt with her or not. Deciding to wait a moment, he turned his eyes back to her, a smile on his face."Nothin'. Just... Sitting here. Watching." He nodded to the clearing, giving the she-cat the most innocent look he could muster. It was hard for him, though, with his reputation, to be anywhere near innocent.

Nice act, you big FAKER, Winterstorm thought with a snort. Although she had to admit, the Somali was pretty good at acting. She might have been fooled, had she not just seen him planting the bugs AND had she not been smarter then she looked. "Oh just watching, huh?" Two can play at this game, you little sneak. Though Winterstorm, of all cats, didn't really have a right to call anyone a sneak. She was pretty sneaky when she wanted to be too, but of course, the she cat pretended that she wasn't. She was innocent! Or at least, that was what she tried to get the majority of the Clan believing. That way any pranks? Well, they would be entirely blamed on someone else. Not her. Now, to be honest, Winterstorm wasn't much for flirting. Although there were certain cases where she had found it fun to have pretend interest in someone, then drop them later. "I'm sure you're VERY observant." Her voice had a sweet tone to it, although this was a time that Winterstorm was having trouble keeping a straight face. Her eyes remained soft and sweet, but her whiskers gave her amusement away; they were twitching like crazy. "Do you always sit over here?" In an attempt to keep herself from laughing, the white female looked over him with the most innocent and "precious" expression she could muster. It was fun messing with cats. Messing with them and making them think she was so sweet and innocent and special... honestly, that was her favorite game. And as her blue optics flashed with amusement, despite the fact that she was trying to hide it, the she cat wondered how easy he was going to be to fool. She would think that he wasn't super easy, but then again... appearances could be decieving. This could be her easiest trick yet!

[Random Melody]

Nice act, you big FAKER, Winterstorm thought with a snort. Although she had to admit, the Somali was pretty good at acting. She might have been fooled, had she not just seen him planting the bugs AND had she not been smarter then she looked. "Oh just watching, huh?" Two can play at this game, you little sneak. Though Winterstorm, of all cats, didn't really have a right to call anyone a sneak. She was pretty sneaky when she wanted to be too, but of course, the she cat pretended that she wasn't. She was innocent! Or at least, that was what she tried to get the majority of the Clan believing. That way any pranks? Well, they would be entirely blamed on someone else. Not her. Now, to be honest, Winterstorm wasn't much for flirting. Although there were certain cases where she had found it fun to have pretend interest in someone, then drop them later. "I'm sure you're VERY observant." Her voice had a sweet tone to it, although this was a time that Winterstorm was having trouble keeping a straight face. Her eyes remained soft and sweet, but her whiskers gave her amusement away; they were twitching like crazy. "Do you always sit over here?" In an attempt to keep herself from laughing, the white female looked over him with the most innocent and "precious" expression she could muster. It was fun messing with cats. Messing with them and making them think she was so sweet and innocent and special... honestly, that was her favorite game. And as her blue optics flashed with amusement, despite the fact that she was trying to hide it, the she cat wondered how easy he was going to be to fool. She would think that he wasn't super easy, but then again... appearances could be decieving. This could be her easiest trick yet!


Foxthorn gave a sly smile to himself, watching her whiskers twitch. While he wasn't actually very observant, he noticed little things like that sometimes, obviously the she-cat was amused. Why? Foxthorn wasn't sure. Perhaps she'd seen him letting the bugs go, eh? He didn't know. The Somali twitched his tail. Though she is good at acting. He decided, watching her through amused green eyes. He stayed in his laying position, his fluffy tail curled up against his stomach. "Oh, well, not really." He chuckled when she said she bet he was observant. Ha. Looks can be deceiving missy. He thought, amused. He didn't even try to hide the amusement, eyes flickering, whiskers quivering. He gazed at her for a moment, then smirked when she asked whether he stayed near the warriors den often. "No. I'm usually out there," He nodded toward the camp entrance. "But i'm feeling awfully lazy today." As if to prove his point, he rolled over onto his side slightly, keeping his tail curled around himself and his green gaze glued to Winterstorm. "So what about you? What are you up to?" Just for fun, he added, "Slammed a branch into a cat's face today?" While she still hadn't admitted to the crime, she had been the only cat there. Foxthorn was certain she had been the one to hit him with the branch. He could be wrong, but it was very unlikely that he was, considering the circumstances.

[lone]

Foxthorn gave a sly smile to himself, watching her whiskers twitch. While he wasn't actually very observant, he noticed little things like that sometimes, obviously the she-cat was amused. Why? Foxthorn wasn't sure. Perhaps she'd seen him letting the bugs go, eh? He didn't know. The Somali twitched his tail. Though she is good at acting. He decided, watching her through amused green eyes. He stayed in his laying position, his fluffy tail curled up against his stomach. "Oh, well, not really." He chuckled when she said she bet he was observant. Ha. Looks can be deceiving missy. He thought, amused. He didn't even try to hide the amusement, eyes flickering, whiskers quivering. He gazed at her for a moment, then smirked when she asked whether he stayed near the warriors den often. "No. I'm usually out there," He nodded toward the camp entrance. "But i'm feeling awfully lazy today." As if to prove his point, he rolled over onto his side slightly, keeping his tail curled around himself and his green gaze glued to Winterstorm. "So what about you? What are you up to?" Just for fun, he added, "Slammed a branch into a cat's face today?" While she still hadn't admitted to the crime, she had been the only cat there. Foxthorn was certain she had been the one to hit him with the branch. He could be wrong, but it was very unlikely that he was, considering the circumstances.

"Well, you definitely had me fooled," The white she cat smiled. WHY so SMUG, buddy? At least that was what she thought of him. He looked amused, and almost pleased with himself. Happy about his little trick. She would have to memorize which nest was his and do something to IT later. Then see how happy he was about playing pranks. A semi-smug, semi-pleased expression came over her features and she twitched her tail, watching him. Although his next comment made her optics widen a little in alarm. Mainly because she hadn't been expecting it, but also because- he knows?! Well, maybe Foxthorn was more observant then she had thought! "Why would I do that? I might hurt them!" Yep, the caring-and-innocent routine normally worked. If she acted like she cared enough, she was thought of as innocent. Simple fact of life, but one that had gotten her out of more then a few scrapes.

However, her 'caring and innocent' act had also gotten her into trouble before. Hopefully Foxthorn was going to fall for it. As unlikely as it might seem, a she cat could dream, couldn't she? And right now this she cat was dreaming of getting out of this mess. Winterstorm didn't like flirting to get her way out of things. Especially not with a cat who looked like they might flirt back. And right now, she was pinning Foxthorn as the type to do just that. Just to annoy her. Just to make her worried, and squirm with nervousness. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction, though. "Why would you even suggest that?" Her voice took on a half-grumpy tone, as though she were upset about something. Her blue optics flashed with fake hurt, although it was clear that she was still a little shaken.

The Somali was irritating, and yet definitely not the worst looking cat she had seen. Which bothered her... in more then a little bit of a sense. It was always harder for her to "fake flirt" with these cats, because she found herself getting tied up. Though Winterstorm's heart was guarded... as far as personal attachment went, there was nothing wrong with thinking a cat was good looking, and plenty wrong with getting attached to them because of that. It would lead to heartbreak. And Foxthorn looked like the type to break a heart at least once a moon. Well, hers most certainly wouldn't be one of them.

[Random Melody]

"Well, you definitely had me fooled," The white she cat smiled. WHY so SMUG, buddy? At least that was what she thought of him. He looked amused, and almost pleased with himself. Happy about his little trick. She would have to memorize which nest was his and do something to IT later. Then see how happy he was about playing pranks. A semi-smug, semi-pleased expression came over her features and she twitched her tail, watching him. Although his next comment made her optics widen a little in alarm. Mainly because she hadn't been expecting it, but also because- he knows?! Well, maybe Foxthorn was more observant then she had thought! "Why would I do that? I might hurt them!" Yep, the caring-and-innocent routine normally worked. If she acted like she cared enough, she was thought of as innocent. Simple fact of life, but one that had gotten her out of more then a few scrapes.

However, her 'caring and innocent' act had also gotten her into trouble before. Hopefully Foxthorn was going to fall for it. As unlikely as it might seem, a she cat could dream, couldn't she? And right now this she cat was dreaming of getting out of this mess. Winterstorm didn't like flirting to get her way out of things. Especially not with a cat who looked like they might flirt back. And right now, she was pinning Foxthorn as the type to do just that. Just to annoy her. Just to make her worried, and squirm with nervousness. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction, though. "Why would you even suggest that?" Her voice took on a half-grumpy tone, as though she were upset about something. Her blue optics flashed with fake hurt, although it was clear that she was still a little shaken.

The Somali was irritating, and yet definitely not the worst looking cat she had seen. Which bothered her... in more then a little bit of a sense. It was always harder for her to "fake flirt" with these cats, because she found herself getting tied up. Though Winterstorm's heart was guarded... as far as personal attachment went, there was nothing wrong with thinking a cat was good looking, and plenty wrong with getting attached to them because of that. It would lead to heartbreak. And Foxthorn looked like the type to break a heart at least once a moon. Well, hers most certainly wouldn't be one of them.


Foxthorn felt his lips curve into a triumphant little smirk when he saw the clear alarm in her gaze. The Somali just chuckled when she spoke with obviously fake innocence. He would admit, he probably would be fooled if he didn't know her type. Heck, he was her type. Ignoring the hurt look that seemed to flash through her eyes, Foxthorn merely sent her an amused glance. "C'mon, sweetheart. You think I don't know a prankster when I see one?" He winked as he leaned his head back toward the ground, then lifted it again to move his paws under it before letting his muzzle rest neatly between them, though his eyes stayed glued to Winterstorm.

The Tom was guarded, in a sense, himself. Coming from a large family, he didn't believe he needed anything else. A mate and kits would... Tie him down. And what if he found a mate who was uptight or something? Who wanted the pranks to stop? Foxthorn couldn't commit himself like that. Although kits to teach his pranking ways... Didn't sound too awful. Buuut, Foxthorn doubted a mate would allow that. I mean, Snowstar wouldn't even allow him an apprentice! She'd said, though she was laughing, "The day you stop putting scorpion's in apprentices nests will be the day you get your own!" Foxthorn wasn't sure if she'd been serious or not. Snowstar wasn't really serious, after all...

In any case, Foxthorn didn't have time for that kind of commitment, nor the patience. He liked to be out there, free, able to do as he pleased. He was pretty surprised when Splashheart settled down - His sister was usually like him, aching for freedom. And yet there she was, still tied in the nursery with her kits. Foxthorn wished she was there with him now. He missed his sister. And while they occasionally met at the border, and Snowstar allowed her to visit of course, it wasn't the same as being in the same Clan.... Shaking these thoughts, Foxthorn let out a soft sigh, allowing his eyes to flicker away for a second before looking back up at Winterstorm, not as amused as before now that thoughts of his sister had come up.

[lone]

Foxthorn felt his lips curve into a triumphant little smirk when he saw the clear alarm in her gaze. The Somali just chuckled when she spoke with obviously fake innocence. He would admit, he probably would be fooled if he didn't know her type. Heck, he was her type. Ignoring the hurt look that seemed to flash through her eyes, Foxthorn merely sent her an amused glance. "C'mon, sweetheart. You think I don't know a prankster when I see one?" He winked as he leaned his head back toward the ground, then lifted it again to move his paws under it before letting his muzzle rest neatly between them, though his eyes stayed glued to Winterstorm.

The Tom was guarded, in a sense, himself. Coming from a large family, he didn't believe he needed anything else. A mate and kits would... Tie him down. And what if he found a mate who was uptight or something? Who wanted the pranks to stop? Foxthorn couldn't commit himself like that. Although kits to teach his pranking ways... Didn't sound too awful. Buuut, Foxthorn doubted a mate would allow that. I mean, Snowstar wouldn't even allow him an apprentice! She'd said, though she was laughing, "The day you stop putting scorpion's in apprentices nests will be the day you get your own!" Foxthorn wasn't sure if she'd been serious or not. Snowstar wasn't really serious, after all...

In any case, Foxthorn didn't have time for that kind of commitment, nor the patience. He liked to be out there, free, able to do as he pleased. He was pretty surprised when Splashheart settled down - His sister was usually like him, aching for freedom. And yet there she was, still tied in the nursery with her kits. Foxthorn wished she was there with him now. He missed his sister. And while they occasionally met at the border, and Snowstar allowed her to visit of course, it wasn't the same as being in the same Clan.... Shaking these thoughts, Foxthorn let out a soft sigh, allowing his eyes to flicker away for a second before looking back up at Winterstorm, not as amused as before now that thoughts of his sister had come up.

"Did you just call me sweetheart?" Winterstorm half-laughed, her blue optics sparkling with surprise and amusement, her expression confused and interested at the same time. More importantly... did he know her secret? Oh no, it was nothing serious, but as said before - not many cats had pinned her as the cause of the pranks she pulled. "Actually, did you just accuse me of being a prankster? Why, I haven't pulled a single prank in my life!" There went that innocent act again. Although he wasn't buying it, Winterstorm was still trying. She didn't want to be pinned as a prankster, mainly because it would mean that she might get in trouble as far as those things went, but also because she wished to remain anonymous. Wasn't it more fun when no one knew who you were?

The she cat didn't love being the center of attention, it wasn't like it made her nervous really, but it was annoying. Like a thorn that was barely stuck in your pawpad, just enough to hurt a little when you put weight on it and you couldn't quite get it out. Or, when you just missed the fat bird in the territory. Winterstorm couldn't afford another mistake in hunting, especially not with the current situation. She looked away from the tom, her mind turning to Dappleblossom. There hadn't been much news of the RiverClan feline, and it was making Winterstorm nervous. She wasn't really sure if the other cat was alive or dead, after the Evil Era ended, had she been okay? Had everything been going good for her? Blue optics softened before she glanced back at Foxthorn. His expression had changed a little as well, and she wondered what he was thinking about. A lost love, perhaps - he looked like the type to her.

Or a... friend. There was always the possibility that Winterstorm was wrong, but she was fairly observant and right now her observations were telling her that Foxthorn was not a cat you could mess around with. Not a cat you would want to mess around with. He looked like the type to string a she cat along and then ditch them. So, Winterstorm was keeping herself safe. "What made you say I'm a prankster?" She asked suspiciously a moment later. He didn't seem like she could trust him. Right now, everything in her power was being done to make sure that he didn't find out her secret. Her... not-so-serious secret.

[Hexict]

Honeyfur was relieved when Tempestkit changed the subject. She'd never admit it, but had he pressed a bit more, she probably would have told him. Honeyfur was never one to spoil kits- That was Snowstar's job. But she had a soft spot for the little Tom. She wasnt exactly sure why. She loved them all, but Tempestkit... Was a little different. The golden Queen smiled and nodded when he spoke of his siblings, chuckling. She remembered feeling that way about her siblings back when she was a kit.

Honeyfur smiled wistfully. Where did all that time go? She wondered to herself, flicking an ear. She remembered when she was younger. No mother, no father, just her and her siblings. Life was okay back then. And then they became apprentices, things got harder, Fernpaw died, Blackstorm and Goldensky betrayed them..

Honeyfur's eyes clouded over slightly, her smile withering away. She wanted to trust her brother, but after Fiercestorm's death, she couldnt bring herself to. She was sure the others were okay with him, but Honeyfur wasnt. She also had her doubts about Goldensky, despite herself. Honeyfur shook her head in time to hear his question, and tilted her head. "Me and Snowstar.." She smiled to herself. Her and Snowstar had been very close as kits. Then Tempestkit asked about what they did, and her other siblings, and Honeyfur chuckled.

Deciding to leave out particularly bad parts - Such as Blackstorm and Goldensky's betrayal - Honeyfur spoke up. "Well, our parents left us when we were little. So we practically raised ourselves. I kept everyone in line, became a sort of a leader for them." Honeyfur's ears flicked as she continued. "Snowstar was... Very quiet when she was a kit. Kind of like your sister." She angled her ears toward Mintkit. "She would sit and watch, just observe. She grew out of that in her apprenticehood. Became more... Optimistic. Cheerful." She smiled. "It was always nice to have that kind of happiness with us wherever we went."

Honeyfur shifted into a more comfortable position, feeling kinda like an elder now for some reason. She rolled her eyes at this thought, and chuckled. "Splashheart and Foxthorn were always the same mischief makers they are now. Blackstorm was more gruff and serious, something he still hasnt grown out of. Goldensky was the shy one. She mostly stuck close to Fernpaw." She felt her voice catch for a moment when she said her sister's name, her green gaze flickering down to her paws for a second before returning to Tempestkit.

"Fernpaw was the sweetest. She was quiet, kinda shy, but every time you looked into her eyes you could just see them sparkle with love." Her soft voice became a bit stronger after she cleared her throat. Honeyfur took a deep breath, looking down at her nephew with a smile. "We were an odd bunch, but we sure loved eachother.... Still do."


(i'm sorry for the late reply! i've been busy :/)

The tom gave an inward sigh of relief as the golden queen seemed pleased by the change in subject. Though of course she did, she wasn't suppose to be talking about such things with a kit. He wondered why no told him about it. The apprentices would gossip about what they had heard, a few even talked about their border patrols. The warriors whispered amongst themselves about what was going on between them and their rival clan. They did not wish to worry their young apprentices nor the kits with the facts of what was happening, nor the kits so they would scold any big-mouthed apprentice trying to pass along the information to those in the nursery. About the many fights and arguments that had broken out at the border between the clans' patrols. Cats were usually scolded by other if they tried to tell the kits about the rising tensions, or even the younger apprentices.

So of course he wouldn't be able to hear anything about it.

But it wasn't like the tom simple changed to subject just to change it. No. He was interested in what his mother and aunt was like when they were kits like him. He wondered if they were like him. Well, he had been told that he wasn't much different from Honeyfur, which pleased him since he really cared for his aunt. She seemed like a strong cat, like a warrior that he would want to be. The golden molly seemed to so easily take on the role of leader among some cats, and he was impressed. Tempestkit wasn't sure if he could be a leader. He wanted to be like Honeyfur and Snowstar, but what if he wasn't cut out for it? The grey and white tom loved playing around with his litter-mates. Of course, he also liked to watch over them and was protective over them -slightly more than a kit his age would be towards his litter-mates. He wanted to make his aunt and mother proud, and did want to become some sort of leader and protector of his siblings and maybe even form a similar protective feeling towards the rest of his clan as well some day? But right now, at such a young age, he didn't feel like he could be as strong as Honeyfur and Snowstar.

Though still young, he was able to note the clouded expression the golden queen got when she thought back on her past. For a moment, he wondered if maybe it wasn't the right choice in subject? It didn't seem like it would be a bad one. He wasn't sure what she had been through. He didn't know of the tensions within the family and the distrust - of course, he could tell that Honeyfur wasn't fond of Blackstorm, which confused him but he had decided to try and avoid his uncle due to this. Tempestkit didn't know that they grew up without a mother nor a father for that matter, and that their sibling had died. He had assumed that they were a happy family like his is. That they would joke and play, that they didn't have much to worry about. That nothing scary or hurtful had happened. After all, Tempestkit wasn't really close to any of the other kits so he only knew the story of his siblings, and with his kit-innocence he had believed that every family was as happy as his was... but perhaps that was not as true as he had believed?

Blinking, he was dragged away from these thoughts as his aunt responded to his question. He frowned at the first part, unsure what it would be like if he didn't have Snowstar or Stormstrike to raise him. If he had nobody and had to raise himself. Though he smiled when she added how she had to step up and become the leader-figure of her siblings. At the mention of Snowstar and Mintkit, the tom-kit instinctively turned to look at his quiet sister. She rarely ever played with them and would simply watch the others play instead. But they still loved her, of course. "Really?" The mewed sounded surprised. His mother seemed to friendly and cheerful that the tom could hardly see her acting as Mintkit does now. "Do you think Mintkit will be like that?" The tom smiled up at Honeyfur as he asked this. He wanted to see his sister being more open and friendly since she seemed so lonely most of the time. He wished he knew what to say to her to make her seem less so. He gave a small laugh at the thought of Mintkit being as cheerful as their mother. Grey ears perked as Honeyfur continued to talk about her other siblings. The tom didn't spend as much time with Foxthorn or Splasheart but he smiled at this. Though a slight shiver ran down his spine at the mention of Blackstorm. The warrior did make his feel... unnerved. He was as serious and gruff as she described. Plus, she didn't seem to trust him, which added onto his feelings towards his uncle. He nodded as she moved onto Goldensky, the aunt that Mintkit seemed to like to spend time around. But he looked confused at the mention of Fernpaw. The kit had never met Fernpaw. In fact, he didn't quite understand death either. "Where's Fernpaw? I've never seen her?" His blue orbs wide with that kit-innocence.

She seemed to look back with a sort of saddened warmth. But the kit still didn't understand what could have caused her gaze to cloud over like that...? But the tom quickly shook it out of his head and smiled up at his aunt.

[Love cats forever]

Sparklekit open her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes shone under the moonlight. Her white pelt shimmer like silverpelt.

[Random Melody]

(i'm sorry for the late reply! i've been busy :/)

The tom gave an inward sigh of relief as the golden queen seemed pleased by the change in subject. Though of course she did, she wasn't suppose to be talking about such things with a kit. He wondered why no told him about it. The apprentices would gossip about what they had heard, a few even talked about their border patrols. The warriors whispered amongst themselves about what was going on between them and their rival clan. They did not wish to worry their young apprentices nor the kits with the facts of what was happening, nor the kits so they would scold any big-mouthed apprentice trying to pass along the information to those in the nursery. About the many fights and arguments that had broken out at the border between the clans' patrols. Cats were usually scolded by other if they tried to tell the kits about the rising tensions, or even the younger apprentices.

So of course he wouldn't be able to hear anything about it.

But it wasn't like the tom simple changed to subject just to change it. No. He was interested in what his mother and aunt was like when they were kits like him. He wondered if they were like him. Well, he had been told that he wasn't much different from Honeyfur, which pleased him since he really cared for his aunt. She seemed like a strong cat, like a warrior that he would want to be. The golden molly seemed to so easily take on the role of leader among some cats, and he was impressed. Tempestkit wasn't sure if he could be a leader. He wanted to be like Honeyfur and Snowstar, but what if he wasn't cut out for it? The grey and white tom loved playing around with his litter-mates. Of course, he also liked to watch over them and was protective over them -slightly more than a kit his age would be towards his litter-mates. He wanted to make his aunt and mother proud, and did want to become some sort of leader and protector of his siblings and maybe even form a similar protective feeling towards the rest of his clan as well some day? But right now, at such a young age, he didn't feel like he could be as strong as Honeyfur and Snowstar.

Though still young, he was able to note the clouded expression the golden queen got when she thought back on her past. For a moment, he wondered if maybe it wasn't the right choice in subject? It didn't seem like it would be a bad one. He wasn't sure what she had been through. He didn't know of the tensions within the family and the distrust - of course, he could tell that Honeyfur wasn't fond of Blackstorm, which confused him but he had decided to try and avoid his uncle due to this. Tempestkit didn't know that they grew up without a mother nor a father for that matter, and that their sibling had died. He had assumed that they were a happy family like his is. That they would joke and play, that they didn't have much to worry about. That nothing scary or hurtful had happened. After all, Tempestkit wasn't really close to any of the other kits so he only knew the story of his siblings, and with his kit-innocence he had believed that every family was as happy as his was... but perhaps that was not as true as he had believed?

Blinking, he was dragged away from these thoughts as his aunt responded to his question. He frowned at the first part, unsure what it would be like if he didn't have Snowstar or Stormstrike to raise him. If he had nobody and had to raise himself. Though he smiled when she added how she had to step up and become the leader-figure of her siblings. At the mention of Snowstar and Mintkit, the tom-kit instinctively turned to look at his quiet sister. She rarely ever played with them and would simply watch the others play instead. But they still loved her, of course. "Really?" The mewed sounded surprised. His mother seemed to friendly and cheerful that the tom could hardly see her acting as Mintkit does now. "Do you think Mintkit will be like that?" The tom smiled up at Honeyfur as he asked this. He wanted to see his sister being more open and friendly since she seemed so lonely most of the time. He wished he knew what to say to her to make her seem less so. He gave a small laugh at the thought of Mintkit being as cheerful as their mother. Grey ears perked as Honeyfur continued to talk about her other siblings. The tom didn't spend as much time with Foxthorn or Splasheart but he smiled at this. Though a slight shiver ran down his spine at the mention of Blackstorm. The warrior did make his feel... unnerved. He was as serious and gruff as she described. Plus, she didn't seem to trust him, which added onto his feelings towards his uncle. He nodded as she moved onto Goldensky, the aunt that Mintkit seemed to like to spend time around. But he looked confused at the mention of Fernpaw. The kit had never met Fernpaw. In fact, he didn't quite understand death either. "Where's Fernpaw? I've never seen her?" His blue orbs wide with that kit-innocence.

She seemed to look back with a sort of saddened warmth. But the kit still didn't understand what could have caused her gaze to cloud over like that...? But the tom quickly shook it out of his head and smiled up at his aunt.

(Don't worry about it! <3)

Honeyfur's thoughts were stuck to Fernpaw. The sister she'd lost, who'd died in the fire. Honeyfur had found her there. And she probably would've just stayed there beside the dead apprentice until the smoke overtook her, too, had Lionheart not found her in time. Honeyfur felt every part of her ache with longing to see her sister again, to hear her voice, to smell the sweet scent of cherries. The golden Queen realized with a pang in her heart how scared Fernpaw must have been when she died. Nobody was there with her. Her other siblings were going through camp, helping queens and kits and elders, nobody had noticed when the quiet, shy apprentice had disappeared out of view - Except Honeyfur. Honeyfur kept tabs on all her siblings all the time, so she knew when Fernpaw hadn't met them outside of the camp that something was horribly wrong.

And so she'd thrust her way through the fray of panicked cats only to see her sister lying there on her side, unmoving, unbreathing, her eyes shut with the most peaceful look on her face, as if she was only sleeping. Honeyfur had begged and pleaded for her to wake up; Fernpaw hadn't stirred, hadn't even given a twitch to show she was okay and alive. She wasn't. She was gone. And for Honeyfur that was her biggest fail, allowing her sister to die like that. I should have kept a better eye on her. I should have looked out for her. I knew how scared she was but I left her side. Great StarClan, Fernpaw, i'm so, so, sorry. She felt that lump in her throat grow bigger and blinked back the growing tears in her eyes.

Tempestkit's voice seemed to jerk the she-cat from her thoughts though. Honeyfur's ears pricked as she looked down at the little kitten, almost embarrassed that she'd almost started crying right there. Honeyfur didn't cry. She was supposed to be the tough one - Besides Blackstorm. She was supposed to be the Sibling Leader. She didn't cry. She couldn't cry. She had to be there for them. She'd only ever cried around Snowstar, right after Fernpaw's death, but only because her sister had cornered her and made her let everything out. "It's not good to keep it all inside. It'll destroy you." Her sister had said softly and that's when Honeyfur had let everything spill out. Snowstar hadn't spoken. She'd just listened. And when Honeyfur was done, Snow stepped forward to comfort her. Honeyfur wished Snowstar was there now. It was a kit-like feeling and, being the leader of her siblings, Honeyfur wasn't sure how she felt about it.

Honeyfur shook her head and forced herself to focus on the young kit in front of her, who looked amused about what she'd said about Mintkit and Snowstar. Honeyfur nodded as she looked over toward the nest, but had to do a double take to see Mintkit wasn't there. With a frown, Honeyfur did a quick scan of the nursery and seemed to decide Mintkit had probably snuggled down into her nest. The she-kit did that often. Mintkit wouldn't sneak out, right? Of course not. That kit knows better than that. If she's anything like Snowstar used to be, she's just curled up asleep - Or probably listening to everything we're saying, actually. Honeyfur thought, faintly amused. "Probably." She responded to Tempestkit, turning her eyes back to the young Tom. "That's my guess, at least. I could be wrong."

Honeyfur hated being wrong, though. With a passion, actually.

Honeyfur felt her ears flick when he asked where Fernpaw was. The she-cat's eyes flickered painfully for a moment but she forced herself to answer with a steady voice. "Tempy, Fernpaw's in StarClan. She died.. A very long time ago." She said gently, feeling a wave of guilt that the kits would never meet the sweetest aunt they ever had. Fernpaw would coddle these young ones, spoil them rotten. They'd probably all love her - Almost everybody Fernpaw had met adored her. Honeyfur stopped before her thoughts could go too far, and glued her attention onto Tempestkit, ears pricked slightly for what he had to say. Surely Snowstar had explained StarClan to them?

[Random Melody]

"Did you just call me sweetheart?" Winterstorm half-laughed, her blue optics sparkling with surprise and amusement, her expression confused and interested at the same time. More importantly... did he know her secret? Oh no, it was nothing serious, but as said before - not many cats had pinned her as the cause of the pranks she pulled. "Actually, did you just accuse me of being a prankster? Why, I haven't pulled a single prank in my life!" There went that innocent act again. Although he wasn't buying it, Winterstorm was still trying. She didn't want to be pinned as a prankster, mainly because it would mean that she might get in trouble as far as those things went, but also because she wished to remain anonymous. Wasn't it more fun when no one knew who you were?

The she cat didn't love being the center of attention, it wasn't like it made her nervous really, but it was annoying. Like a thorn that was barely stuck in your pawpad, just enough to hurt a little when you put weight on it and you couldn't quite get it out. Or, when you just missed the fat bird in the territory. Winterstorm couldn't afford another mistake in hunting, especially not with the current situation. She looked away from the tom, her mind turning to Dappleblossom. There hadn't been much news of the RiverClan feline, and it was making Winterstorm nervous. She wasn't really sure if the other cat was alive or dead, after the Evil Era ended, had she been okay? Had everything been going good for her? Blue optics softened before she glanced back at Foxthorn. His expression had changed a little as well, and she wondered what he was thinking about. A lost love, perhaps - he looked like the type to her.

Or a... friend. There was always the possibility that Winterstorm was wrong, but she was fairly observant and right now her observations were telling her that Foxthorn was not a cat you could mess around with. Not a cat you would want to mess around with. He looked like the type to string a she cat along and then ditch them. So, Winterstorm was keeping herself safe. "What made you say I'm a prankster?" She asked suspiciously a moment later. He didn't seem like she could trust him. Right now, everything in her power was being done to make sure that he didn't find out her secret. Her... not-so-serious secret.


Foxthorn just smiled and shook his head at her first few sentences, flicking his tail almost dismissively. "I know one when I see one. I am one... Only the best around." He said matter-of-factly. Truth was, Winterstorm reminded Foxthorn of Splashheart in some ways. His sister would feign innocence to their other siblings when she was caught in the act before letting out her signature yell; "Foxy we're caught RUN!" Foxthorn felt his lips curve into the slightest smile at the memories, shaking his head and bringing his attention back to Winterstorm. The Tom wasn't stupid. Okay, well, he could act stupid, but that was just an act, after all. He did like to think of himself as the best prankster around, though, that was for sure.

The Somali felt his thought drifting to Splashheart again. No. She had been the best prankster around. Had been, but now she was in RiverClan with the otter-cats. Nursing a litter of kits with her new mate. Not for the first time, Foxthorn thought of marching into RiverClan - He knew how risky that may be - And tearing Mixedfur's ears off himself. At first, he hadn't been too angry with the other Tom but that was before he knew what life would be like without his sister. His best friend. His partner in crime. Now he just wanted her back. Nobody else was there to prank with him. His other siblings loved him of course, but they weren't like Splashheart. Blackstorm had helped him with one or two pranks, but it wasn't the same as having his sister beside him, at his side. Foxthorn felt that empty feeling in his chest. How could he lose Fernpaw, then Splashheart? Oh and their father but Foxthorn didn't really know him..

Foxthorn jerked himself out of these thoughts and turned his green gaze to Winterstorm once more at her question. He couldn't help a faint smile to himself, rolling his eyes. "Well, it takes one to know one. You act alot like my sister, and she was definitely the best." He paused, trying to keep his voice steady before continuing. "Acting innocent. Trust me, i've seen that before. I've done that before. Not that it ever worked for me, but it did pay off for her. But it's not for you. Not right now at least." Foxthorn pushed himself to sit up slightly, twisting his head around to groom the fur down his back. When he was satisfied, he turned a piercing, almost dead serious gaze on her. "So cut the act, alright?"

[lone]

Foxthorn just smiled and shook his head at her first few sentences, flicking his tail almost dismissively. "I know one when I see one. I am one... Only the best around." He said matter-of-factly. Truth was, Winterstorm reminded Foxthorn of Splashheart in some ways. His sister would feign innocence to their other siblings when she was caught in the act before letting out her signature yell; "Foxy we're caught RUN!" Foxthorn felt his lips curve into the slightest smile at the memories, shaking his head and bringing his attention back to Winterstorm. The Tom wasn't stupid. Okay, well, he could act stupid, but that was just an act, after all. He did like to think of himself as the best prankster around, though, that was for sure.

The Somali felt his thought drifting to Splashheart again. No. She had been the best prankster around. Had been, but now she was in RiverClan with the otter-cats. Nursing a litter of kits with her new mate. Not for the first time, Foxthorn thought of marching into RiverClan - He knew how risky that may be - And tearing Mixedfur's ears off himself. At first, he hadn't been too angry with the other Tom but that was before he knew what life would be like without his sister. His best friend. His partner in crime. Now he just wanted her back. Nobody else was there to prank with him. His other siblings loved him of course, but they weren't like Splashheart. Blackstorm had helped him with one or two pranks, but it wasn't the same as having his sister beside him, at his side. Foxthorn felt that empty feeling in his chest. How could he lose Fernpaw, then Splashheart? Oh and their father but Foxthorn didn't really know him..

Foxthorn jerked himself out of these thoughts and turned his green gaze to Winterstorm once more at her question. He couldn't help a faint smile to himself, rolling his eyes. "Well, it takes one to know one. You act alot like my sister, and she was definitely the best." He paused, trying to keep his voice steady before continuing. "Acting innocent. Trust me, i've seen that before. I've done that before. Not that it ever worked for me, but it did pay off for her. But it's not for you. Not right now at least." Foxthorn pushed himself to sit up slightly, twisting his head around to groom the fur down his back. When he was satisfied, he turned a piercing, almost dead serious gaze on her. "So cut the act, alright?"

"A prankster or a sweetheart?" The white she cat asked, her innocence fading as she teased him - and tried to act just a little bit confused still, she wasn't quite ready to fully drop this act that she had worked so hard on. This act she had been racking up the innocence for, trying to make herself appear three times as sweet and gentle as she actually was. Truth was, the feline wasn't that sweet. She had a sense of humor, and she was a lot more sarcastic. She liked to tease. She liked to go on adventures. Her fake self wasn't any of those things, her fake self was quiet and sweet and calm and could do no wrong. Her fake self acted as though there was no shame in being "dumb." Winterstorm was bothered by the fact that he was able to see through her act, although at the same time it was funny. Not a lot of cats even bothered to try, they didn't seem to be that interested in getting to know the cat underneath. They thought that she was cute. Funny. Never cool, just cute and funny. And to be fair, perhaps that was all Winterstorm acted like she was.

Because it was safe! No one would suspect a cat like herself! And yet, here she was, being suspected by Foxthorn. What was he talking about? His sister? So cut the act, alright? No one had ever told her that. Regardless of whether they saw through or not, they didn't tell her to drop it. Her blue optics narrowed and she wanted to keep her barriers up, feigning innocence, but now it was probably too late. And something in the Somali's tone told her that she had better do as he asked and drop this act right now. "Alright. You caught me." The she cat's guard was lowered, and she felt slightly more vulnerable then she had before. And at the same time, stronger. Her bars of steel - iron bars - were still clamped around her heart. She was still safe. He couldn't get through them, they were stronger... technically she was stronger in her real, normal state. When she could clearly act as though she couldn't care less.

When she could tell other cats what she thought. Because she was Winterstorm, not the... fake, strange feline who had been acting like an idiot. Her optics softened. "What you said - about it not being for me - what were you talking about?" What had he meant, it wasn't for her? That was her life. Acting, and pretending, even though she wasn't trying to be manipulative. She was just trying to escape getting into trouble. Getting caught. It didn't matter whether he approved of it or not, but Winterstorm guessed the better thing to do (now that she was caught) was to admit to her crimes and hope he would leave her alone. Otherwise, the she cat was likely to get even more annoyed. Truth was, she was bothered by Foxthorn and intrigued by him at the same time. What kind of a cat was he? It was confusing, she thought she understood - and then she didn't - and everything was so confusing, she honestly didn't know what to do. Good thing she could guard her heart. Because this was the type of cat who could worm his way in - she was sure of it.

[Random Melody]

"A prankster or a sweetheart?" The white she cat asked, her innocence fading as she teased him - and tried to act just a little bit confused still, she wasn't quite ready to fully drop this act that she had worked so hard on. This act she had been racking up the innocence for, trying to make herself appear three times as sweet and gentle as she actually was. Truth was, the feline wasn't that sweet. She had a sense of humor, and she was a lot more sarcastic. She liked to tease. She liked to go on adventures. Her fake self wasn't any of those things, her fake self was quiet and sweet and calm and could do no wrong. Her fake self acted as though there was no shame in being "dumb." Winterstorm was bothered by the fact that he was able to see through her act, although at the same time it was funny. Not a lot of cats even bothered to try, they didn't seem to be that interested in getting to know the cat underneath. They thought that she was cute. Funny. Never cool, just cute and funny. And to be fair, perhaps that was all Winterstorm acted like she was.

Because it was safe! No one would suspect a cat like herself! And yet, here she was, being suspected by Foxthorn. What was he talking about? His sister? So cut the act, alright? No one had ever told her that. Regardless of whether they saw through or not, they didn't tell her to drop it. Her blue optics narrowed and she wanted to keep her barriers up, feigning innocence, but now it was probably too late. And something in the Somali's tone told her that she had better do as he asked and drop this act right now. "Alright. You caught me." The she cat's guard was lowered, and she felt slightly more vulnerable then she had before. And at the same time, stronger. Her bars of steel - iron bars - were still clamped around her heart. She was still safe. He couldn't get through them, they were stronger... technically she was stronger in her real, normal state. When she could clearly act as though she couldn't care less.

When she could tell other cats what she thought. Because she was Winterstorm, not the... fake, strange feline who had been acting like an idiot. Her optics softened. "What you said - about it not being for me - what were you talking about?" What had he meant, it wasn't for her? That was her life. Acting, and pretending, even though she wasn't trying to be manipulative. She was just trying to escape getting into trouble. Getting caught. It didn't matter whether he approved of it or not, but Winterstorm guessed the better thing to do (now that she was caught) was to admit to her crimes and hope he would leave her alone. Otherwise, the she cat was likely to get even more annoyed. Truth was, she was bothered by Foxthorn and intrigued by him at the same time. What kind of a cat was he? It was confusing, she thought she understood - and then she didn't - and everything was so confusing, she honestly didn't know what to do. Good thing she could guard her heart. Because this was the type of cat who could worm his way in - she was sure of it.


Foxthorn couldn't help a slight smile when she announced that he'd caught her, and he gave a small shrug. Not too much of a win on his part. She was just another prankster like him, so what was so special about her? Why did he care? Foxthorn wasn't sure. He was usually able to walk away from such a situation. In fact he could've gotten off good not knowing who smacked him in the face with that branch. Knowing it was her didn't really make him feel any more accomplished. What would make him feel accomplished would be if someone would just go take a nap and lay on some bugs already. Foxthorn gave a sigh as he glanced toward the warriors den, then back up at Winterstorm, sitting up all the way and bringing his fluffy tail around his paws. So what was so interesting about another prankster?

Maybe he was just lonely. Missing his sister. Missing someone to prank with him. Though the she-cat looked like the type who liked to prank alone. And nothing would be the same as it was with Splashheart. She was different. While in some ways she reminded him of his sister, she was also herself. And probably not as feisty and willing to claw his ears off as Splashheart was if he accidentally got them caught. Splashheart liked to keep it a secret - Foxthorn liked being in the spotlight. Even if he did get in trouble for it. He liked having cats knowing he did it. Of course if made them not really hang around him much, mostly because they didn't want to be stained with berry juice, but they still knew who he was. Foxthorn. The Prankster.

Foxthorn shook the thought off when Winterstorm spoke again, asking him what he'd meant by its not for you. The Somali gazed at her and seemed to think about this for a moment. "Trying to hide who you really are. Its not for you. Its not for any cat." He finally spoke, slowly as if he were thinking these words over himself. It'd always been his thing to just be himself. Though he was sure Winterstorm was just acting innocent to avoid getting in trouble. Foxthorn didn't really care whether he got in trouble. He was himself. Through and through. "Unless you're just doing it for fun - Which I doubt." He added, giving her a pointed look. "You just wanna escape trouble. Still, no reason to carry around that fake innocence. Way too much work." A smile tugged at his lips as he continued. "But, don't worry. I won't tell anyone who's been slamming branches into their faces."

[lone]

Foxthorn couldn't help a slight smile when she announced that he'd caught her, and he gave a small shrug. Not too much of a win on his part. She was just another prankster like him, so what was so special about her? Why did he care? Foxthorn wasn't sure. He was usually able to walk away from such a situation. In fact he could've gotten off good not knowing who smacked him in the face with that branch. Knowing it was her didn't really make him feel any more accomplished. What would make him feel accomplished would be if someone would just go take a nap and lay on some bugs already. Foxthorn gave a sigh as he glanced toward the warriors den, then back up at Winterstorm, sitting up all the way and bringing his fluffy tail around his paws. So what was so interesting about another prankster?

Maybe he was just lonely. Missing his sister. Missing someone to prank with him. Though the she-cat looked like the type who liked to prank alone. And nothing would be the same as it was with Splashheart. She was different. While in some ways she reminded him of his sister, she was also herself. And probably not as feisty and willing to claw his ears off as Splashheart was if he accidentally got them caught. Splashheart liked to keep it a secret - Foxthorn liked being in the spotlight. Even if he did get in trouble for it. He liked having cats knowing he did it. Of course if made them not really hang around him much, mostly because they didn't want to be stained with berry juice, but they still knew who he was. Foxthorn. The Prankster.

Foxthorn shook the thought off when Winterstorm spoke again, asking him what he'd meant by its not for you. The Somali gazed at her and seemed to think about this for a moment. "Trying to hide who you really are. Its not for you. Its not for any cat." He finally spoke, slowly as if he were thinking these words over himself. It'd always been his thing to just be himself. Though he was sure Winterstorm was just acting innocent to avoid getting in trouble. Foxthorn didn't really care whether he got in trouble. He was himself. Through and through. "Unless you're just doing it for fun - Which I doubt." He added, giving her a pointed look. "You just wanna escape trouble. Still, no reason to carry around that fake innocence. Way too much work." A smile tugged at his lips as he continued. "But, don't worry. I won't tell anyone who's been slamming branches into their faces."

Not for any cat? And why shouldn't she hide who she was? Sometimes... Winterstorm didn't like herself very much. There were definitely those days when she woke up wishing she were someone else. Pranks had helped her through all that, they made her laugh - and sometimes, when she was caught and found, they would make the other cat laugh as well. It was healing medicine. But she was scared to get in trouble, and scared to have someone know too much about her. She didn't answer for a moment, looking thoughtful and partly worried. What if I like who I am when I have fake innocence better? She wanted to challenge - but that was too personal. Way too personal for a meeting like this. What was this, the two of them's second meeting? Yeah... maybe later. Maybe when she felt like she could trust him or when she felt like he was the type of cat who wouldn't run off with her vulnerabilities.

Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was a good cat. He was definitely more intelligent then she would have pinned a cat of his, ah, particular personality with, but hey - maybe that was a good thing as well. It was good to be more intelligent, it made it easier to trick people... and more importantly, it was useful. In battle as well. If you could trick your opponent like that, it was useful. Foxthorn's words put a smile on her maw and her blue optics sparked just the slightest bit. "Well thank you very much. I appreciate that more then you know," She purred with a bright smile. It was still bothering her what he had said. What if she didn't like herself? What about on those days, was she supposed to go around as... well... herself? A cat with her personality was not exactly popular.

A sweet she cat was the type that everyone wanted, they wanted a dumb - sweet - innocent she cat. Someone they could "rescue." It was the reason that Winterstorm wasn't looking for romance. The last thing she wanted was rescuing. The last thing she wanted was to be protected by some brave, handsome tom. She could take care of herself! And she wanted to be treated as her own cat, independant and proud. Not as someone who was only seen as a pretty symbol, a trophy for all to admire and stare at and say 'oh, the tom who has her must be lucky!' No. She wanted to be a cat that was seen as just herself. But, when Winterstorm didn't like herself... she switched. She changed her whole personality, she changed the way she acted, she changed everything.

She changed herself in order to stay in the green with the Clan. If she was always herself, no one would like her. [B]"Escaping trouble is my life, by the way. It's a hit and run tactic - works pretty well, actually,"[B] The she cat mewed after a moment. It did work well! Hitting and running had always gone pretty good for Winterstorm, she had always found it to be surprisingly more effective then she would have thought before. Why is he being so nice to me, though? Whether it was in Foxthorn's personality or not, she didn't know. But the one thing she was glad of... was that he couldn't read her mind.

[Random Melody]

Not for any cat? And why shouldn't she hide who she was? Sometimes... Winterstorm didn't like herself very much. There were definitely those days when she woke up wishing she were someone else. Pranks had helped her through all that, they made her laugh - and sometimes, when she was caught and found, they would make the other cat laugh as well. It was healing medicine. But she was scared to get in trouble, and scared to have someone know too much about her. She didn't answer for a moment, looking thoughtful and partly worried. What if I like who I am when I have fake innocence better? She wanted to challenge - but that was too personal. Way too personal for a meeting like this. What was this, the two of them's second meeting? Yeah... maybe later. Maybe when she felt like she could trust him or when she felt like he was the type of cat who wouldn't run off with her vulnerabilities.

Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was a good cat. He was definitely more intelligent then she would have pinned a cat of his, ah, particular personality with, but hey - maybe that was a good thing as well. It was good to be more intelligent, it made it easier to trick people... and more importantly, it was useful. In battle as well. If you could trick your opponent like that, it was useful. Foxthorn's words put a smile on her maw and her blue optics sparked just the slightest bit. "Well thank you very much. I appreciate that more then you know," She purred with a bright smile. It was still bothering her what he had said. What if she didn't like herself? What about on those days, was she supposed to go around as... well... herself? A cat with her personality was not exactly popular.

A sweet she cat was the type that everyone wanted, they wanted a dumb - sweet - innocent she cat. Someone they could "rescue." It was the reason that Winterstorm wasn't looking for romance. The last thing she wanted was rescuing. The last thing she wanted was to be protected by some brave, handsome tom. She could take care of herself! And she wanted to be treated as her own cat, independant and proud. Not as someone who was only seen as a pretty symbol, a trophy for all to admire and stare at and say 'oh, the tom who has her must be lucky!' No. She wanted to be a cat that was seen as just herself. But, when Winterstorm didn't like herself... she switched. She changed her whole personality, she changed the way she acted, she changed everything.

She changed herself in order to stay in the green with the Clan. If she was always herself, no one would like her. "Escaping trouble is my life, by the way. It's a hit and run tactic - works pretty well, actually," The she cat mewed after a moment. It did work well! Hitting and running had always gone pretty good for Winterstorm, she had always found it to be surprisingly more effective then she would have thought before. Why is he being so nice to me, though? Whether it was in Foxthorn's personality or not, she didn't know. But the one thing she was glad of... was that he couldn't read her mind.


Foxthorn tipped his head when he watched her face shadow over with uncertainty. The Somali kept an intent green gaze on her for a moment before lowering his head to groom down the fur on his chest. He knew she probably didn't like who she was. Why? Because she played a prank or two? Foxthorn wasn't sure. He didn't know. Why did he want to know? Goodness, he was so confused. This she-cat that had randomly walked into his life, why did he care about why she hid herself behind an innocent mask? Shaking his head, Foxthorn laid back down and let his head rest between his paws, glancing up at her when she spoke.

"No problem." He decided not to mention the bug thing in case she didn't know about it. Maybe she hadn't seem him. The Tom flicked an ear as he glanced up at her again, flicking his tail across his stomach as he studied her. "So you like pranking, then? So do I. It used to be me and my sister, but she went to RiverClan." Foxthorn spoke up rather suddenly, giving a shrug near the end of his sentence as if it didn't really matter. Goodness, did it matter! Foxthorn missed his sister more than words could describe; But saying that would make him feel too vulnerable, and Foxthorn didn't like feeling vulnerable.

[lone]

Foxthorn tipped his head when he watched her face shadow over with uncertainty. The Somali kept an intent green gaze on her for a moment before lowering his head to groom down the fur on his chest. He knew she probably didn't like who she was. Why? Because she played a prank or two? Foxthorn wasn't sure. He didn't know. Why did he want to know? Goodness, he was so confused. This she-cat that had randomly walked into his life, why did he care about why she hid herself behind an innocent mask? Shaking his head, Foxthorn laid back down and let his head rest between his paws, glancing up at her when she spoke.

"No problem." He decided not to mention the bug thing in case she didn't know about it. Maybe she hadn't seem him. The Tom flicked an ear as he glanced up at her again, flicking his tail across his stomach as he studied her. "So you like pranking, then? So do I. It used to be me and my sister, but she went to RiverClan." Foxthorn spoke up rather suddenly, giving a shrug near the end of his sentence as if it didn't really matter. Goodness, did it matter! Foxthorn missed his sister more than words could describe; But saying that would make him feel too vulnerable, and Foxthorn didn't like feeling vulnerable.

What was he doing? What was that expression, why was he... he hadn't answered her. Or at least, he wasn't remarking on her confusion even though she could see his green eyes fixed on her. They gleamed like emeralds, like the leaves in green-leaf - that was what they reminded her of, the leaves in green-leaf. Stupid.... but Winterstorm often compared a cats' eyes, or pelt color, to different things. Her own was like snow. His? Was definitely fox-like. No wonder his name was Foxthorn! And she was pretty sure that he acted like a fox too. However, his statement caught her off guard. That was something she hadn't been expecting. And yet after a moment (of struggling), she took it in stride.

Even though her mind was still asking questions. Did he... miss his sister? Winterstorm watched him, her blue optics flashing with uncertainty. She didn't know whether to trust him or not. He had just said to "be yourself," but then he was hiding something. And so the feline was getting mixed messages from the tom. Whatever he was hiding, the she cat wasn't going to poke her head into his business. It wasn't any business of hers whether he missed his sister or not. Well, I can't just - no. NO. I swear, if I open my big mouth, I will- Her thoughts cut off and she sighed. Oh, what the heck. It's not like he doesn't get asked this a HUNDRED TIMES A DAY. Or by whoever else he talks to every day. Not that big of a deal.

"Do you miss her?" The feline almost wanted to choke on the words, but she didn't. She just wasn't quite sure whether it was right of her to be asking him something like that. It seemed a bit like a, well... personal question. And Foxthorn probably wouldn't answer it. Or at least give her the answer she was looking for. "But yeah, I like pranking. It's - good for me. And I can tell you do, because someone's going to get a nasty surprise. I swear, boy, if I find a single ONE of those in my nest..." That was as far as she went. And as far as she had gone with her statement before that, just that it was good for her. Because it was. It really did feel good for her. It was like a medicine, as she had thought before - a cure-all. The cure-all for her.

[Random Melody]

What was he doing? What was that expression, why was he... he hadn't answered her. Or at least, he wasn't remarking on her confusion even though she could see his green eyes fixed on her. They gleamed like emeralds, like the leaves in green-leaf - that was what they reminded her of, the leaves in green-leaf. Stupid.... but Winterstorm often compared a cats' eyes, or pelt color, to different things. Her own was like snow. His? Was definitely fox-like. No wonder his name was Foxthorn! And she was pretty sure that he acted like a fox too. However, his statement caught her off guard. That was something she hadn't been expecting. And yet after a moment (of struggling), she took it in stride.

Even though her mind was still asking questions. Did he... miss his sister? Winterstorm watched him, her blue optics flashing with uncertainty. She didn't know whether to trust him or not. He had just said to "be yourself," but then he was hiding something. And so the feline was getting mixed messages from the tom. Whatever he was hiding, the she cat wasn't going to poke her head into his business. It wasn't any business of hers whether he missed his sister or not. Well, I can't just - no. NO. I swear, if I open my big mouth, I will- Her thoughts cut off and she sighed. Oh, what the heck. It's not like he doesn't get asked this a HUNDRED TIMES A DAY. Or by whoever else he talks to every day. Not that big of a deal.

"Do you miss her?" The feline almost wanted to choke on the words, but she didn't. She just wasn't quite sure whether it was right of her to be asking him something like that. It seemed a bit like a, well... personal question. And Foxthorn probably wouldn't answer it. Or at least give her the answer she was looking for. "But yeah, I like pranking. It's - good for me. And I can tell you do, because someone's going to get a nasty surprise. I swear, boy, if I find a single ONE of those in my nest..." That was as far as she went. And as far as she had gone with her statement before that, just that it was good for her. Because it was. It really did feel good for her. It was like a medicine, as she had thought before - a cure-all. The cure-all for her.


Foxthorn had closed his eyes waiting for her to respond, but they snapped open at her question. He turned a piercing green gaze on her, unable to hide the shock for a second before it was replaced with an unreadable emotion. The Tom's ears twitched as he looked away, feeling vulnerable, but he answered anyway. "Yeah, I miss her. She was my best friend, after all. But i'm... Managing." He decided. Yes. Managing; He was managing, better than he thought he could. But a thought crossed his mind and it wasn't the first time, either. Maybe he should go to RiverClan too. But he couldn't do that. Well, he could, but what about his siblings here? He was the only one who fully trusted Blackstorm and Goldensky; They loved having him around. Snowstar enjoyed his jokes and even Honeyfur and Roarclaw liked having that kind of lightness with them. But Splashheart... She had her mate. Her kits. Would she really need him as much as the others? Did any of them even need him?

The Tom struggled to find answers to these two questions, keeping his eyes on the ground. But when Winterstorm spoke again, he looked back up at her, tilting his head. His words about the bugs had a small grin on his face in an instant. "Well, as long as you sleep at the back of the den, they probably won't bother you. But shh," He lowered his voice, flicking his tail tip as he glanced around. "It's supposed to be a surprise for any unlucky warrior who decides to be lazy. Thank me later." He smirked over at her before lifting his head up again, shifting his front paws under his chest into a more comfortable position.

[lone]

Foxthorn had closed his eyes waiting for her to respond, but they snapped open at her question. He turned a piercing green gaze on her, unable to hide the shock for a second before it was replaced with an unreadable emotion. The Tom's ears twitched as he looked away, feeling vulnerable, but he answered anyway. "Yeah, I miss her. She was my best friend, after all. But i'm... Managing." He decided. Yes. Managing; He was managing, better than he thought he could. But a thought crossed his mind and it wasn't the first time, either. Maybe he should go to RiverClan too. But he couldn't do that. Well, he could, but what about his siblings here? He was the only one who fully trusted Blackstorm and Goldensky; They loved having him around. Snowstar enjoyed his jokes and even Honeyfur and Roarclaw liked having that kind of lightness with them. But Splashheart... She had her mate. Her kits. Would she really need him as much as the others? Did any of them even need him?

The Tom struggled to find answers to these two questions, keeping his eyes on the ground. But when Winterstorm spoke again, he looked back up at her, tilting his head. His words about the bugs had a small grin on his face in an instant. "Well, as long as you sleep at the back of the den, they probably won't bother you. But shh," He lowered his voice, flicking his tail tip as he glanced around. "It's supposed to be a surprise for any unlucky warrior who decides to be lazy. Thank me later." He smirked over at her before lifting his head up again, shifting his front paws under his chest into a more comfortable position.

A surprising feel of satisfaction, followed by smugness, came over the she cat at Foxthorn's surprise. Weren't expecting THAT, were you, Mr. Know-It-All? She thought with a purr. Of course she wouldn't be saying that to him. She wanted to keep her innocent cover, always and forever... she was always the innocent one. The one who was never behind anything. She could do no wrong, that was who she was! Except now Foxthorn didn't want her to be. And she was confused. Who was she supposed to listen to, a stranger or... herself? She couldn't trust strangers. He was going to be trouble for her. He was going to hurt her. He was lying. Keeping a cover was safer, because everyone grew to like your cover and then it became a part of you. The innocent Winterstorm was a cover. However, his response was something she hadn't expecting, and it was her turn to look surprised.

"Not a lot of cats say that about their siblings. I've heard a lot of 'when I grow up, I'm going to have better friends then YOU!' and stuff like that, but never... what you said." It surprised her. It shocked her, even. But she was being careful about how she showed her surprise, just a glimmer in her optics and her tone. That was all. That was the safe route. Because the safe path was the one that Winterstorm always took, and why? To be honest - she wasn't even a coward. She was willing to do whatever it took to pull a prank, and she loved exploring the territory on her own. Socially? She might have been described as one, yes. She didn't like taking risks.

A snort of laughter escaped the feline and she shook her head, almost fondly, but not quite. "They better NOT," She mewed, pretending to be stern. Although she had to admit - his idea was pretty clever. And it would be funny. She sort of wanted to hang around and watch the results, now... it would be nice to see something other then her own prank getting carried out. "Mind if I hang around and watch?" The slightest of smirks spread across her maw, and she gave him a curious look. Surely it would be fine! At least, she hoped so. Would he deny her that? Even if he did, she would just get him back later - only this time, it would be a little more then a branch in the face.

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A surprising feel of satisfaction, followed by smugness, came over the she cat at Foxthorn's surprise. Weren't expecting THAT, were you, Mr. Know-It-All? She thought with a purr. Of course she wouldn't be saying that to him. She wanted to keep her innocent cover, always and forever... she was always the innocent one. The one who was never behind anything. She could do no wrong, that was who she was! Except now Foxthorn didn't want her to be. And she was confused. Who was she supposed to listen to, a stranger or... herself? She couldn't trust strangers. He was going to be trouble for her. He was going to hurt her. He was lying. Keeping a cover was safer, because everyone grew to like your cover and then it became a part of you. The innocent Winterstorm was a cover. However, his response was something she hadn't expecting, and it was her turn to look surprised.

"Not a lot of cats say that about their siblings. I've heard a lot of 'when I grow up, I'm going to have better friends then YOU!' and stuff like that, but never... what you said." It surprised her. It shocked her, even. But she was being careful about how she showed her surprise, just a glimmer in her optics and her tone. That was all. That was the safe route. Because the safe path was the one that Winterstorm always took, and why? To be honest - she wasn't even a coward. She was willing to do whatever it took to pull a prank, and she loved exploring the territory on her own. Socially? She might have been described as one, yes. She didn't like taking risks.

A snort of laughter escaped the feline and she shook her head, almost fondly, but not quite. "They better NOT," She mewed, pretending to be stern. Although she had to admit - his idea was pretty clever. And it would be funny. She sort of wanted to hang around and watch the results, now... it would be nice to see something other then her own prank getting carried out. "Mind if I hang around and watch?" The slightest of smirks spread across her maw, and she gave him a curious look. Surely it would be fine! At least, she hoped so. Would he deny her that? Even if he did, she would just get him back later - only this time, it would be a little more then a branch in the face.


"I come from a pretty tight litter." Foxthorn replied with an amused smile. He'd never had any of that between him and his siblings. Well, Blackstorm had killed their father, but... That wasn't really the same. They were all pretty close. Blackstorm and Roarclaw used to be, before the whole incident with Fiercestorm. But Honeyfur and Snowstar were still pretty close. And Goldensky's relationship with Foxthorn was as strong as before. Blackstorm came to him for help sometimes - which surprised the Somali, seeing as he was the "clown" of the bunch. But, Foxthorn reminded himself, he was the only one who didn't look at Blackstorm like the Tom was going to randomly attack someone. So of course Blackstorm would turn to him. Foxthorn felt that familiar wave of sympathy course through him; His siblings had pretty much forgiven Goldensky. Why such a hard time with Blackstorm?

That's why he had to stay in ThunderClan though. For his brother. Blackstorm definitely wanted him around, obviously, right? Right. Foxthorn flicked his fluffy tail when Winterstorm spoke, and chuckled to himself, silently hoping none of the bugs did go to the she-cats nest. Last thing he needed was another prankster on his tail. His head tilted when Winterstorm asked if she could stick around and watch, and he laughed. "Hey, sure. Whatever you want." He gestured. For a moment it was like having Splashheart back - But not really at the same time.

[Role]

Rosebelly approached the den with caution, her amber eyes glittering with nervous energy. I am going to meet with the leader, and tell her about the patrol. Don't be scared, she told herself silently. But no matter how many times she repeated those words in her head, the nervous energy never faded. The ginger tabby put a paw forward into the leader's den. Her voice was barely an audible murmur as she spoke. "May I come in, Snowstar?"
Rosebelly forced her fur flat so to not seem like something went wrong. However, something did go wrong. She and her patrol encountered a haughty ShadowClan apprentice. There was no patrol in sight, but the apprentice had threatened to attack. Rosebelly shook her head to rid of the thoughts. She had to stay focused.
"It's about the patrols," she spoke again, her voice risen to a normal level.

(Sorry it's so short! Ill start writing more soon ^^
Random Melchester )

[Random Melody]

Rosebelly approached the den with caution, her amber eyes glittering with nervous energy. I am going to meet with the leader, and tell her about the patrol. Don't be scared, she told herself silently. But no matter how many times she repeated those words in her head, the nervous energy never faded. The ginger tabby put a paw forward into the leader's den. Her voice was barely an audible murmur as she spoke. "May I come in, Snowstar?"
Rosebelly forced her fur flat so to not seem like something went wrong. However, something did go wrong. She and her patrol encountered a haughty ShadowClan apprentice. There was no patrol in sight, but the apprentice had threatened to attack. Rosebelly shook her head to rid of the thoughts. She had to stay focused.
"It's about the patrols," she spoke again, her voice risen to a normal level.


(Sorry it's so short! Ill start writing more soon ^^
@Random Melchester (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=79) )

Snowstar was busying herself around her den. She should probably have been in the nursery with her kits, but Honeyfur was watching them, they were fine. Snowstar just couldn't think straight at the moment. Having her kits climbing all over her wouldn't help. She loved the little furballs, but right then she was just thinking about ThunderClan and how desperately they needed prey and that they were stealing from ShadowClan. Her mind spun; She felt so overwhelmed. A little too overwhelmed. Sighing, Snowstar let herself collapse in her nest, burying her muzzle between her paws, but only to glance up when she heard a call outside her den. The leader quickly pulled herself up, ears picking.

"Yes, come in," Snowstar called back, slightly confused as her black tail flicked back and forth. Had something bad happened? Goodness, not more bad news. A dreadful feeling coursed through her at the thought. Good news would be more appreciated; She could only hope for that, though. With the way things were going... Snowstar shook the thought off. No. She had to think better thoughts, stay optimistic if she was going to help ThunderClan survive this.

[Role]

Snowstar was busying herself around her den. She should probably have been in the nursery with her kits, but Honeyfur was watching them, they were fine. Snowstar just couldn't think straight at the moment. Having her kits climbing all over her wouldn't help. She loved the little furballs, but right then she was just thinking about ThunderClan and how desperately they needed prey and that they were stealing from ShadowClan. Her mind spun; She felt so overwhelmed. A little too overwhelmed. Sighing, Snowstar let herself collapse in her nest, burying her muzzle between her paws, but only to glance up when she heard a call outside her den. The leader quickly pulled herself up, ears picking.

"Yes, come in," Snowstar called back, slightly confused as her black tail flicked back and forth. Had something bad happened? Goodness, not more bad news. A dreadful feeling coursed through her at the thought. Good news would be more appreciated; She could only hope for that, though. With the way things were going... Snowstar shook the thought off. No. She had to think better thoughts, stay optimistic if she was going to help ThunderClan survive this.

Rosebelly hesitated, but entered the den. Her amber gaze scanned Snowstar's expression. Her face showed tranquility, but her eyes betrayed this. They were dark with worry, as if bad news was about to slam into her. Rosebelly frowned, and sat down. "My patrol went into ShadowClan territory," she explained carefully. "We found no prey, and the territory was destroyed by flood waters."

Rosebelly paused, her paws tingling with suspense. There was more to the story, but she had to consider her words first. The ginger molly frowned and glanced outside. Dirtpaw, her apprentice was playing with some of her companions, a bright cheery smile on her face. Rosebelly inwardly cringed at how the ShadowClan apprentice, Sharppaw, had snapped at Dirtpaw with such fury.

Rosebelly turned her attention back to Snowstar, meeting her gaze nervously. "We also found.. er.. a ShadowClan apprentice," she murmured. She mentally cuffed herself for showing how nervous she was. She should treat her leader like any other cat. Rosebelly straightened and flicked her striped tail side to side for a few moments. Anticipation made her hackle rise slightly, but she forced them back down, willing herself to stay calm. It was bad enough she made a fool of herself on the patrol. Rosebelly wondered how silly she looked with bristling fur being forced down constantly.

Rosebelly yet again put her focus on Snowstar. Rosebelly's amber eyes were dark with worry, and her face showed it as well. Her ears were picked, however, waiting for a reply. It wasn't our fault, she told herself. That apprentice was wandering by himself by chance. There is no way ShadowClan could still be living in their camp in all of this flood water. A pick of anger returned as she thought about how the apprentice had hatefully refused their help. Rosebelly once more focused back on Snowstar. She knew she was thinking too much about this, but her anxiety kept on rising and rising.

[Random Melody]

Rosebelly hesitated, but entered the den. Her amber gaze scanned Snowstar's expression. Her face showed tranquility, but her eyes betrayed this. They were dark with worry, as if bad news was about to slam into her. Rosebelly frowned, and sat down. "My patrol went into ShadowClan territory," she explained carefully. "We found no prey, and the territory was destroyed by flood waters."

Rosebelly paused, her paws tingling with suspense. There was more to the story, but she had to consider her words first. The ginger molly frowned and glanced outside. Dirtpaw, her apprentice was playing with some of her companions, a bright cheery smile on her face. Rosebelly inwardly cringed at how the ShadowClan apprentice, Sharppaw, had snapped at Dirtpaw with such fury.

Rosebelly turned her attention back to Snowstar, meeting her gaze nervously. "We also found.. er.. a ShadowClan apprentice," she murmured. She mentally cuffed herself for showing how nervous she was. She should treat her leader like any other cat. Rosebelly straightened and flicked her striped tail side to side for a few moments. Anticipation made her hackle rise slightly, but she forced them back down, willing herself to stay calm. It was bad enough she made a fool of herself on the patrol. Rosebelly wondered how silly she looked with bristling fur being forced down constantly.

Rosebelly yet again put her focus on Snowstar. Rosebelly's amber eyes were dark with worry, and her face showed it as well. Her ears were picked, however, waiting for a reply. It wasn't our fault, she told herself. That apprentice was wandering by himself by chance. There is no way ShadowClan could still be living in their camp in all of this flood water. A pick of anger returned as she thought about how the apprentice had hatefully refused their help. Rosebelly once more focused back on Snowstar. She knew she was thinking too much about this, but her anxiety kept on rising and rising.


Snowstar didn't like the look on Rosebelly's face as the she-cat entered, knowing instinctively that bad news was coming. She wanted to order the she-cat right back out... But she knew she couldn't do that. The Siamese bit back a sigh and picked her ears as Rosebelly spoke. "Great." Snowstar mumbled sarcastically under her breath, her ears flat to her head as she glanced down. She was frustrated with herself for not being able to do better. But not angry at Rosebelly, no. For a moment she wondered, however, why Rosebelly was coming just to tell her that they hadn't caught anything. She started to speak, but Rosebelly beat her to it.

An apprentice? Snowstar's eyes flickered up at this, her ice blue gaze intent now. She gazed at the warrior in front of her, eyes narrowing ever so slightly in concern. An apprentice in the midst of a flood... ShadowClan or not, that wasn't good. "An apprentice... Where is it? Did it go to ShadowClan? Is-" She broke off almost hesitantly, wondering what Rosebelly would think of her being concerned for an apprentice from another Clan. But then, she decided, she didn't have to explain herself; She was leader, after all. A leader who held concern for every cat, not just cats limited to her own Clan. "Is it alright?"

[Role]

Snowstar didn't like the look on Rosebelly's face as the she-cat entered, knowing instinctively that bad news was coming. She wanted to order the she-cat right back out... But she knew she couldn't do that. The Siamese bit back a sigh and picked her ears as Rosebelly spoke. "Great." Snowstar mumbled sarcastically under her breath, her ears flat to her head as she glanced down. She was frustrated with herself for not being able to do better. But not angry at Rosebelly, no. For a moment she wondered, however, why Rosebelly was coming just to tell her that they hadn't caught anything. She started to speak, but Rosebelly beat her to it.

An apprentice? Snowstar's eyes flickered up at this, her ice blue gaze intent now. She gazed at the warrior in front of her, eyes narrowing ever so slightly in concern. An apprentice in the midst of a flood... ShadowClan or not, that wasn't good. "An apprentice... Where is it? Did it go to ShadowClan? Is-" She broke off almost hesitantly, wondering what Rosebelly would think of her being concerned for an apprentice from another Clan. But then, she decided, she didn't have to explain herself; She was leader, after all. A leader who held concern for every cat, not just cats limited to her own Clan. "Is it alright?"

Rosebelly frowned at her leader's disdain. She wrapped her ginger, striped tail around her paws nervously. "The apprentice is fine. He was covered in mud. We tried to help him, but he told us to leave him alone," she responded with just a twinge of resentment in her voice. The apprentice was no fool. He probably reported to Halestar as soon as he got back to wherever he came from.
"Sharppaw was his name. He threatened to inform Halestar about this," she continued, her voice rising slightly with panic. "All we could do was try to lie our way out of it." Guilt creeped up her spine, making her hackles rise once more, but Rosebelly did nothing to stop it. She knew lying wasn't the best option, but in order to keep ThunderClan and ShadowClan from butting heads, it was the last resort.
"After he confronted us, we left," she finished. Rosebelly cast her amber orbs down. She was ashamed of the way she and her patrol handled the situation. But what would Snowstar say about the matter? Would she be angry? Would she be disappointed? Or would she be thankful they lied. After all, hunting on another Clan's territory was forbidden in the Warrior Code.

[Random Melody]

Rosebelly frowned at her leader's disdain. She wrapped her ginger, striped tail around her paws nervously. "The apprentice is fine. He was covered in mud. We tried to help him, but he told us to leave him alone," she responded with just a twinge of resentment in her voice. The apprentice was no fool. He probably reported to Halestar as soon as he got back to wherever he came from.
"Sharppaw was his name. He threatened to inform Halestar about this," she continued, her voice rising slightly with panic. "All we could do was try to lie our way out of it." Guilt creeped up her spine, making her hackles rise once more, but Rosebelly did nothing to stop it. She knew lying wasn't the best option, but in order to keep ThunderClan and ShadowClan from butting heads, it was the last resort.
"After he confronted us, we left," she finished. Rosebelly cast her amber orbs down. She was ashamed of the way she and her patrol handled the situation. But what would Snowstar say about the matter? Would she be angry? Would she be disappointed? Or would she be thankful they lied. After all, hunting on another Clan's territory was forbidden in the Warrior Code.


Once the worry for the apprentice had subsided, immediate panic took place. If the apprentice had run into the patrol, he would definitely have known that something was wrong. Snowstar's ice blue eyes darted around the den, then landed back on Rosebelly when she seemed to echo her thoughts; Snowstar didn't know whether to be relieved that she had lied or not. "What did you tell him?" Snowstar urged quietly, her eyes wide and round. She knew this had been a bad idea. Would the apprentice spill to Halestar that he'd run into ThunderClan warriors? Snowstar had been hoping to get through this without being caught... What a silly thought, huh? "Did he believe it?"

Snowstar was struggling to keep her voice calm, but inwardly she was panicking still. She wished Bubblestep was there now to talk her through this. She felt more at peace with her deputy, knowing that she wasn't fighting this alone. Reminding herself of this, Snowstar forced her fur to flatten, gazing at Rosebelly. The worry was clear in her ice blue gaze.

[Role]

Once the worry for the apprentice had subsided, immediate panic took place. If the apprentice had run into the patrol, he would definitely have known that something was wrong. Snowstar's ice blue eyes darted around the den, then landed back on Rosebelly when she seemed to echo her thoughts; Snowstar didn't know whether to be relieved that she had lied or not. "What did you tell him?" Snowstar urged quietly, her eyes wide and round. She knew this had been a bad idea. Would the apprentice spill to Halestar that he'd run into ThunderClan warriors? Snowstar had been hoping to get through this without being caught... What a silly thought, huh? "Did he believe it?"

Snowstar was struggling to keep her voice calm, but inwardly she was panicking still. She wished Bubblestep was there now to talk her through this. She felt more at peace with her deputy, knowing that she wasn't fighting this alone. Reminding herself of this, Snowstar forced her fur to flatten, gazing at Rosebelly. The worry was clear in her ice blue gaze.

Rosebelly winced at the leader's panic. "We told him we meant no harm, and that we were only there to check on ShadowClan after the storm hit," she informed. Rosebelly thought for a moment before responding. "He didn't believe us, but we really tried. Maybe he did, but he didn't show it," she mumbled awkwardly. Rosebelly met Snowstar's gaze. "What do you think will happen if Sharppaw tells Halestar?" Though she asked the question, she wasn't sure she wanted the answer.

(Sorry it's short!
Writers block + tiredness= BLAAAH)

[Random Melody]

Rosebelly winced at the leader's panic. "We told him we meant no harm, and that we were only there to check on ShadowClan after the storm hit," she informed. Rosebelly thought for a moment before responding. "He didn't believe us, but we really tried. Maybe he did, but he didn't show it," she mumbled awkwardly. Rosebelly met Snowstar's gaze. "What do you think will happen if Sharppaw tells Halestar?" Though she asked the question, she wasn't sure she wanted the answer.

(Sorry it's short!
Writers block + tiredness= BLAAAH)

Snowstar flinched a little, lowering her muzzle to her paws with a sigh. After a moment though she raised her head again. "I don't know." She admitted softly. "Halestar won't be pleased, i'm guessing." She hesitated as she glanced at Rosebelly, then up at the roof of the den for a moment. Then she gave a gentle sigh and looked back at Rosebelly, eyes softening. "Thank you for the report, Rosebelly." Even if it was bad news. She added silently. It's still important news.

[Charmer]

CandyFlossCat

Morningblue padded heavily into Thunderclan camp. His muscles ached from the exhaustion of the fight, and he was beginning to feel some weakness from blood loss. Dried blood streaked his face where he'd been badly clawed by the rogue. Medicine den. Wheatfur will help. He thought heavily. In truth, he'd rather have made his way straight to his nest and gotten some rest, but his sister Jaystorm had made him promise to get his scratchs looked at.

[wickedvirtues]

CandyFlossCat

Morningblue padded heavily into Thunderclan camp. His muscles ached from the exhaustion of the fight, and he was beginning to feel some weakness from blood loss. Dried blood streaked his face where he'd been badly clawed by the rogue. Medicine den. Wheatfur will help. He thought heavily. In truth, he'd rather have made his way straight to his nest and gotten some rest, but his sister Jaystorm had made him promise to get his scratchs looked at.
((Just checking, you got approved to post in the medicine den right?))
Lynxkit trotted up to Morningblue, tilting her head slightly. "What happened? Foxes? Badgers?" She squeaked, walking besides him towards the medicine cats den, her ears folded back slightly. She was nervous about what had attacked, if it would come towards the camp, but at least Morningblue was alive. She didn't leave, her tail swaying and her strides trying to match his.

[Charmer]

((Just checking, you got approved to post in the medicine den right?))
Lynxkit trotted up to Morningblue, tilting her head slightly. "What happened? Foxes? Badgers?" She squeaked, walking besides him towards the medicine cats den, her ears folded back slightly. She was nervous about what had attacked, if it would come towards the camp, but at least Morningblue was alive. She didn't leave, her tail swaying and her strides trying to match his.

(No i did not. Which is why I won't post in the actual medicine den. Just walk up to it. Which is a-ok. I'll have him actually go in when Eye of the Storm gets to me in their queue. The story may come off as disjointed, but sometimes that's the price you pay when you RP online with multiple people.)

Morningblue stopped just outside the den and looked at the little kit who was talking to him. He recognized the kit from a moon ago when he was taking prey to the nursery. Lynxkit was her name. He imagined he must look pretty gnarled from the fight and was pleased to see the young shecat didn't appear to be alarmed or scared to see blood. "Just a rogue on our territory. He's gone now."

[wickedvirtues]

(No i did not. Which is why I won't post in the actual medicine den. Just walk up to it. Which is a-ok. I'll have him actually go in when Eye of the Storm gets to me in their queue. The story may come off as disjointed, but sometimes that's the price you pay when you RP online with multiple people.)

Morningblue stopped just outside the den and looked at the little kit who was talking to him. He recognized the kit from a moon ago when he was taking prey to the nursery. Lynxkit was her name. He imagined he must look pretty gnarled from the fight and was pleased to see the young shecat didn't appear to be alarmed or scared to see blood. "Just a rogue on our territory. He's gone now."

(Ah, alright. Makes sense!)
Lynxkit blinked up at him, not affected by the blood. She'd seen it before, and she knew what it was. What was there to be afraid of? She and Morningblue had interacted, briefly, before so it wasn't too weird for her to walk up and ask him questions. Or maybe it was just because she was a kit, a very curious one at that. "Oh, okay! That mouse-brain shouldn't have messed with ThunderClan!" She mewed, tail flicking slightly. ThunderClan, in her eyes, was the greatest Clan.

[Charmer]

(Ah, alright. Makes sense!)
Lynxkit blinked up at him, not affected by the blood. She'd seen it before, and she knew what it was. What was there to be afraid of? She and Morningblue had interacted, briefly, before so it wasn't too weird for her to walk up and ask him questions. Or maybe it was just because she was a kit, a very curious one at that. "Oh, okay! That mouse-brain shouldn't have messed with ThunderClan!" She mewed, tail flicking slightly. ThunderClan, in her eyes, was the greatest Clan.

In spite of himself, Morningblue actually grinned at the kit's response. She's a brave one. And already as loyal as the clan could hope for. She'll make a fine warrior someday. Morningblue was indifferent to most cats, other than his sister, but this Lynxkit had a boldness to her that he had to admire. "Indeed," he answered simply. "Well then," he said by way of farewell as he slipped into the medicine den.

(But not really because above-listed reasons lol).

[wickedvirtues]

In spite of himself, Morningblue actually grinned at the kit's response. She's a brave one. And already as loyal as the clan could hope for. She'll make a fine warrior someday. Morningblue was indifferent to most cats, other than his sister, but this Lynxkit had a boldness to her that he had to admire. "Indeed," he answered simply. "Well then," he said by way of farewell as he slipped into the medicine den.

(But not really because above-listed reasons lol).

(Lol)
Lynxkit smiled back, she'd never really seen Morningblue smile. Ever. Wow, he's smiling! I must have done something right. she thought. She liked him, even if he didn't smile. He was friendly enough and she enjoyed their short conversations. She waved her tail, watching him slip into the medicine cats den. She smiled, walking off to go do something.

[lone]

"I come from a pretty tight litter." Foxthorn replied with an amused smile. He'd never had any of that between him and his siblings. Well, Blackstorm had killed their father, but... That wasn't really the same. They were all pretty close. Blackstorm and Roarclaw used to be, before the whole incident with Fiercestorm. But Honeyfur and Snowstar were still pretty close. And Goldensky's relationship with Foxthorn was as strong as before. Blackstorm came to him for help sometimes - which surprised the Somali, seeing as he was the "clown" of the bunch. But, Foxthorn reminded himself, he was the only one who didn't look at Blackstorm like the Tom was going to randomly attack someone. So of course Blackstorm would turn to him. Foxthorn felt that familiar wave of sympathy course through him; His siblings had pretty much forgiven Goldensky. Why such a hard time with Blackstorm?

That's why he had to stay in ThunderClan though. For his brother. Blackstorm definitely wanted him around, obviously, right? Right. Foxthorn flicked his fluffy tail when Winterstorm spoke, and chuckled to himself, silently hoping none of the bugs did go to the she-cats nest. Last thing he needed was another prankster on his tail. His head tilted when Winterstorm asked if she could stick around and watch, and he laughed. "Hey, sure. Whatever you want." He gestured. For a moment it was like having Splashheart back - But not really at the same time.

"Mm. Sounds nice." Winterstorm herself hadn't come from a family that was very close. Honestly, she wasn't up to date on what any of her family members were doing nowadays. If they were even still alive. It'd been several moons since she had seen them - surely she would hear something if they had died. There was no way that she wouldn't know anything about them losing their lives. Her auds flicked in the direction of Foxthorn as she heard him again.

Okay - so she could stay. Good. The white feline settled down beside him, in an attempt to make it look like casual conversation. He didn't seem to mind being caught as much. She? She did. Another thing was, she at least wanted to make it look as though she were innocent until the trick was done. Foxthorn seemed to share her longing to at least keep it secret until there was actually something to be blamed for. And, Winterstorm had never taken the blame for something she didn't do. There were cats who would do that - and she had never understood why. Why would you take the blame for something like that? The fluffy white feline's tail curled around her paws. She studied the cats around the clearing - for the moment being. Most of the time, her time was spent looking for a cat that she could make friends with. A cat that was like either Dappleblossom, or another one of the cats from the Clans that had bonded over the course of the Evil Era.

That was the only reason she wasn't frustrated about this drama with WindClan, she was worried for her friend. Were they going to be okay? Her visual center seemed to be changing the faces of various cats into the faces of her friends... maybe Winterstorm was crazy to be thinking of them, but she couldn't help it. She missed them. And it wasn't easy to live on her own. "So... do you spend a lot of time with your family?" It was the only thing that she could think of to ask.

[FancyFlamingo23]

For Blizzard!

Halfkit mewed in the nursery, breathing in all of the smells. He was trying to memorise them. That's what warriors did, right? He said to himself, smiling. Yeah. He was missing his back legs, but who cares. He would show everyone he could be a real warrior and know stuff about herbs AND be missing his back legs. He wouldn't be for long though! He would find out how to make new legs one day. How hard could it be?

[Random Melody]

"Mm. Sounds nice." Winterstorm herself hadn't come from a family that was very close. Honestly, she wasn't up to date on what any of her family members were doing nowadays. If they were even still alive. It'd been several moons since she had seen them - surely she would hear something if they had died. There was no way that she wouldn't know anything about them losing their lives. Her auds flicked in the direction of Foxthorn as she heard him again.

Okay - so she could stay. Good. The white feline settled down beside him, in an attempt to make it look like casual conversation. He didn't seem to mind being caught as much. She? She did. Another thing was, she at least wanted to make it look as though she were innocent until the trick was done. Foxthorn seemed to share her longing to at least keep it secret until there was actually something to be blamed for. And, Winterstorm had never taken the blame for something she didn't do. There were cats who would do that - and she had never understood why. Why would you take the blame for something like that? The fluffy white feline's tail curled around her paws. She studied the cats around the clearing - for the moment being. Most of the time, her time was spent looking for a cat that she could make friends with. A cat that was like either Dappleblossom, or another one of the cats from the Clans that had bonded over the course of the Evil Era.

That was the only reason she wasn't frustrated about this drama with WindClan, she was worried for her friend. Were they going to be okay? Her visual center seemed to be changing the faces of various cats into the faces of her friends... maybe Winterstorm was crazy to be thinking of them, but she couldn't help it. She missed them. And it wasn't easy to live on her own. "So... do you spend a lot of time with your family?" It was the only thing that she could think of to ask.


Foxthorn was silent as she settled beside him. She seemed like she wanted to act natural, so she didn't get caught. That was fine. Foxthorn was the one doing the prank; He would definitely take the fall for it too. His gaze flickered over every cat that passed by, but he didn't look interested in the slightest. Though he was, very much so, in fact. And impatient. But he kept a totally calm, totally bored look on his face as he gazed around. Only when Winterstorm spoke did Foxthorn look interested again, glancing at her. At her question, he smiled, nodding.

"Oh yes, of course. As much as I can. Even with my sister, Snowstar- Even though she's very busy." The Somali flicked his tail as he glanced toward the nursery. "I spend time with her kits, too. Try to teach them how to prank. Then there's Roarclaw. Ah.. He doesn't really enjoy my company too much. Mostly because I always slam berries into his face when we're together so." He cleared his throat. "But you know, he loves me all the same. Then there's Blackstorm. I'm pretty much the only one of our siblings who really completely trusts him, honestly. Goldensky and I are pretty close too. Honeyfur... I prank her and Roarclaw the most. They're so uptight! They need a little laughter in their lives." Foxthorn sighed softly, looking toward the camp entrance. "Then Splashy. We meet at the border. Well, used to - Now she's got kits, so she doesn't come as often." He made a mental note to ask her how the kits were next time they saw eachother though, ask if she would bring them to visit. He was dying to meet the fluffballs. "So what about you?" Foxthorn turned intent green eyes onto Winterstorm. "You spend time with your family?"

[Sharppaw]

Sharp paw sighed, he may have been named an apprentice a moon ago, a mentor hasn't been found for him, he was useless, he longed for his dream: to be the greatest warrior in Thunderclan history, but at this rate, he wouldn't even become a warrior, he took a mouse from the stump and looked for someone to share it with, maybe he would be able to convince a warrior to take him under their wing

[lone]

Foxthorn was silent as she settled beside him. She seemed like she wanted to act natural, so she didn't get caught. That was fine. Foxthorn was the one doing the prank; He would definitely take the fall for it too. His gaze flickered over every cat that passed by, but he didn't look interested in the slightest. Though he was, very much so, in fact. And impatient. But he kept a totally calm, totally bored look on his face as he gazed around. Only when Winterstorm spoke did Foxthorn look interested again, glancing at her. At her question, he smiled, nodding.

"Oh yes, of course. As much as I can. Even with my sister, Snowstar- Even though she's very busy." The Somali flicked his tail as he glanced toward the nursery. "I spend time with her kits, too. Try to teach them how to prank. Then there's Roarclaw. Ah.. He doesn't really enjoy my company too much. Mostly because I always slam berries into his face when we're together so." He cleared his throat. "But you know, he loves me all the same. Then there's Blackstorm. I'm pretty much the only one of our siblings who really completely trusts him, honestly. Goldensky and I are pretty close too. Honeyfur... I prank her and Roarclaw the most. They're so uptight! They need a little laughter in their lives." Foxthorn sighed softly, looking toward the camp entrance. "Then Splashy. We meet at the border. Well, used to - Now she's got kits, so she doesn't come as often." He made a mental note to ask her how the kits were next time they saw eachother though, ask if she would bring them to visit. He was dying to meet the fluffballs. "So what about you?" Foxthorn turned intent green eyes onto Winterstorm. "You spend time with your family?"

"Looks like you've got a variety of cats in your family." The feline had met some families - well, at least a[/I family - where the cats seemed to be... similar. They had, at least, the same views on some things. And Winterstorm had a hard time telling who had made up what "rules." Because after all, they all sounded the same. Looked the same. Acted the same. Heck, it was impossible for her to tell who the Mother and Father were in that family! Because of their indistinct personalities. That family was impossible for her to get along with, and it was little wonder that Winterstorm didn't have as many friends as she would like. She wasn't exactly the cat with the charming personality. Maybe that was why she liked putting up her fake personality. It was better that way.

More cats liked her, didn't they? That was how she had met that family in the first place. And then when she decided she didn't like them, well, she took down her fakeness and they had stopped meeting. Kind of hard when you all live in the same Clan, but the general idea was that she didn't go on patrols with them. She didn't go out of her way to see them. In fact, when she did, she would generally ignore them as though they didn't exist. The majority of the family stuck together at all times, and there were a couple of siblings that Winterstorm could actually stand, but she... was kind of avoiding them as well, because they stuck with the family quite a bit now. Now that they were older, that was.

"Ha, no. I barely see them. It's kind of, um... complicated? Yeah, I guess you could say complicated. I haven't seen them around in a long time. And when I did, we didn't talk. Like I said - complicated." It was so werd that she wouldn't see cats who were living in her own Clan. But she didn't. And when she did, the few times that she did, it was for fleeting moments and she wasn't even sure that it was them. Not to mention that they wouldn't talk to her if [I]they saw her, at least she was pretty sure they wouldn't, so why should she talk to them?

[Role]

Snowstar flinched a little, lowering her muzzle to her paws with a sigh. After a moment though she raised her head again. "I don't know." She admitted softly. "Halestar won't be pleased, i'm guessing." She hesitated as she glanced at Rosebelly, then up at the roof of the den for a moment. Then she gave a gentle sigh and looked back at Rosebelly, eyes softening. "Thank you for the report, Rosebelly." Even if it was bad news. She added silently. It's still important news.

Rosebelly frowned, and stood up. A certain question nagged her. Would there be a war? Then, she gazed sadly at Snowstar. "It's no problem," she sighed. "I'm sorry to have disturbed your peace." Rosebelly set her amber eyes downcast, and began to trudge out of the den. Though this wasn't her fault, she felt bad. She felt like she could have been a better patrol leader.

(Short ;( )

[Role]

( Aura Charmer SparkleDemon Socks )

Rosebelly exited the leader's den, her eyes glittering with anxiety. Snowstar had not been pleased with her report, but she wasn't angry. Just as anxious as she was. Rosebelly sighed. It had been a long day, and she still had more to do. She must round up her patrol.
Rosebelly padded around the clearing in search of her patrol. Her amber eyes scanned around, searching for her patrol members. Where could they be? She had to let them know she spoke with Snowstar. Rosebelly eventually gave up, sat down, and groomed her muddy pelt. The taste was disgusting, and the smell even more so. Rosebelly frowned. If only the twolegs hadn't been clearing up the Thunderpath with those big, yellow monsters.
(Sorry it's short! Writer's block!)

[Sharppaw]

Sharp paw saw Rosebelly and the apprentice cat pounded up to her and set the mouse down "Would you like to share this mouse with me?" the mentorless cat's eyes were pleading

[Socks]

( Aura Charmer SparkleDemon Role )

Warblerpaw and Ferretpaw sat as close as possible in front of a thin, stringy mouse that they had been sharing best they could yet they barely got a mouthful each. Mud still crusted their fur as by the time they got to camp they were too tired to bother with cleaning yet, and they assumed they'd need to jump in the river before their pelts were normal again.
Looking up, Ferretpaw noticed Rosebelly sitting anxiously outside of Snowstar's den and nudged her sister up onto her feet. "Come on, we gotta see what Snowstar said to Rosebelly." She stretched as quickly as she could before padding over to the older cat.
Warblerpaw nodded tiredly, getting to her paws and shaking out her fur even if it stayed plastered down, she started padding after her sister. She felt too small, her muddied fur really showing how skinny she has gotten after the shortage of prey.

[Charmer]

( Aura Charmer SparkleDemon Socks )

Rosebelly exited the leader's den, her eyes glittering with anxiety. Snowstar had not been pleased with her report, but she wasn't angry. Just as anxious as she was. Rosebelly sighed. It had been a long day, and she still had more to do. She must round up her patrol.
Rosebelly padded around the clearing in search of her patrol. Her amber eyes scanned around, searching for her patrol members. Where could they be? She had to let them know she spoke with Snowstar. Rosebelly eventually gave up, sat down, and groomed her muddy pelt. The taste was disgusting, and the smell even more so. Rosebelly frowned. If only the twolegs hadn't been clearing up the Thunderpath with those big, yellow monsters.
(Sorry it's short! Writer's block!)
( Aura Charmer SparkleDemon Role )

Warblerpaw and Ferretpaw sat as close as possible in front of a thin, stringy mouse that they had been sharing best they could yet they barely got a mouthful each. Mud still crusted their fur as by the time they got to camp they were too tired to bother with cleaning yet, and they assumed they'd need to jump in the river before their pelts were normal again.
Looking up, Ferretpaw noticed Rosebelly sitting anxiously outside of Snowstar's den and nudged her sister up onto her feet. "Come on, we gotta see what Snowstar said to Rosebelly." She stretched as quickly as she could before padding over to the older cat.
Warblerpaw nodded tiredly, getting to her paws and shaking out her fur even if it stayed plastered down, she started padding after her sister. She felt too small, her muddied fur really showing how skinny she has gotten after the shortage of prey.

Aura
SparkleDemon

Morningblue had been trying his best to groom his fur after the mission, his ear twitched and he looked up, noticing Rosebelly sitting outside the den. He noticed two of the apprentices from the patrol come closer to her and padded over to join. He looked squarely at the shecat, saying nothing but waiting patiently for her to pass along whatever news she chose to share from her meeting with Snowstar.

[Sharppaw]

Sharp paw looked at the three that came over to Rosebelly "I'll just come back later" the mentorless apprentice pickec up the mouse and went over to somewhere near the highrock and flopped onto his stomach starting to cry "Im never going to have a mentor, and im never going to live my dream of becoming the greatest warrior in the history of Thunderclan"

[Role]

( Aura Charmer SparkleDemon Role )

Warblerpaw and Ferretpaw sat as close as possible in front of a thin, stringy mouse that they had been sharing best they could yet they barely got a mouthful each. Mud still crusted their fur as by the time they got to camp they were too tired to bother with cleaning yet, and they assumed they'd need to jump in the river before their pelts were normal again.
Looking up, Ferretpaw noticed Rosebelly sitting anxiously outside of Snowstar's den and nudged her sister up onto her feet. "Come on, we gotta see what Snowstar said to Rosebelly." She stretched as quickly as she could before padding over to the older cat.
Warblerpaw nodded tiredly, getting to her paws and shaking out her fur even if it stayed plastered down, she started padding after her sister. She felt too small, her muddied fur really showing how skinny she has gotten after the shortage of prey.
Aura
SparkleDemon

Morningblue had been trying his best to groom his fur after the mission, his ear twitched and he looked up, noticing Rosebelly sitting outside the den. He noticed two of the apprentices from the patrol come closer to her and padded over to join. He looked squarely at the shecat, saying nothing but waiting patiently for her to pass along whatever news she chose to share from her meeting with Snowstar.
Rosebelly averted her gaze to the pair of apprentices. She had just finished grooming a paw, and now it looked like a normal white paw with a tint of brown. Rosebelly straightened and forced a smile. "Heya," she greeted. How are you?"
Her gaze met Morningblue's, and she flicked an ear to let him know she knew he was there. Rosebelly turned her attention back to the pair of apprentices, and wrapped her mud stained tail around her paws.

(Writers block stiiilll)

[vellichor]

[ Y'all keep mentioning me. I keep saying 'Oh, I'll get to it later,' but NOPE. I'M DOIN IT NOW ]

Sprucefur had spent the rest of the day washing the mud from his paws, and just entered camp. He spotted Rosebelly, immediately trotting over to the she-cat. "How'd it go...?" he asked, concerned.
Role Charmer Socks SparkleDemon

[Socks]

Rosebelly averted her gaze to the pair of apprentices. She had just finished grooming a paw, and now it looked like a normal white paw with a tint of brown. Rosebelly straightened and forced a smile. "Heya," she greeted. How are you?"
Her gaze met Morningblue's, and she flicked an ear to let him know she knew he was there. Rosebelly turned her attention back to the pair of apprentices, and wrapped her mud stained tail around her paws.

(Writers block stiiilll)
Aura
SparkleDemon

Morningblue had been trying his best to groom his fur after the mission, his ear twitched and he looked up, noticing Rosebelly sitting outside the den. He noticed two of the apprentices from the patrol come closer to her and padded over to join. He looked squarely at the shecat, saying nothing but waiting patiently for her to pass along whatever news she chose to share from her meeting with Snowstar.
Warblerpaw put on a smile, her body hurt so she quickly plopped down onto the ground and started to lick her pads, trying to pick out any splinters. "I'm as good as I can be after that trek." She sighed, she felt two times older than she was but she was too tired to act young and care-free, especially since they hadn't been able to bring anything back to feed their clan. "What did Snowstar say?" She asked gently, her voice unnaturally quiet because she was afraid their leader would be angry they went through the trouble of disobeying the warrior code only to return empty handed and at risk of Halestar knowing of their intrusion.
Ferretpaw could see the anxiety concealed by Rosebelly's kind words. The air was thick with it and Ferretpaw almost thought it was difficult to breathe properly. She didn't like it, she was nervous as well but she couldn't take the feeling that everyone was just like her.

[Charmer]

Rosebelly averted her gaze to the pair of apprentices. She had just finished grooming a paw, and now it looked like a normal white paw with a tint of brown. Rosebelly straightened and forced a smile. "Heya," she greeted. How are you?"
Her gaze met Morningblue's, and she flicked an ear to let him know she knew he was there. Rosebelly turned her attention back to the pair of apprentices, and wrapped her mud stained tail around her paws.

(Writers block stiiilll)

[ Y'all keep mentioning me. I keep saying 'Oh, I'll get to it later,' but NOPE. I'M DOIN IT NOW ]


Sprucefur had spent the rest of the day washing the mud from his paws, and just entered camp. He spotted Rosebelly, immediately trotting over to the she-cat. "How'd it go...?" he asked, concerned.
Role Charmer Socks SparkleDemon


SparkleDemon
Socks

Morningblue nodded in greeting, listening to Sprucefur's question as he kept his eyes on Rosebelly.

[Role]

SparkleDemon
Socks

Morningblue nodded in greeting, listening to Sprucefur's question as he kept his eyes on Rosebelly.


Warblerpaw put on a smile, her body hurt so she quickly plopped down onto the ground and started to lick her pads, trying to pick out any splinters. "I'm as good as I can be after that trek." She sighed, she felt two times older than she was but she was too tired to act young and care-free, especially since they hadn't been able to bring anything back to feed their clan. "What did Snowstar say?" She asked gently, her voice unnaturally quiet because she was afraid their leader would be angry they went through the trouble of disobeying the warrior code only to return empty handed and at risk of Halestar knowing of their intrusion.
Ferretpaw could see the anxiety concealed by Rosebelly's kind words. The air was thick with it and Ferretpaw almost thought it was difficult to breathe properly. She didn't like it, she was nervous as well but she couldn't take the feeling that everyone was just like her.

[ Y'all keep mentioning me. I keep saying 'Oh, I'll get to it later,' but NOPE. I'M DOIN IT NOW ]

Sprucefur had spent the rest of the day washing the mud from his paws, and just entered camp. He spotted Rosebelly, immediately trotting over to the she-cat. "How'd it go...?" he asked, concerned.
Role Charmer Socks SparkleDemon

(XD)
Rosebelly frowned. "I feel like I ruined her day," she murmured. It wasn't as intense as I thought. She was worried for Sharppaw, and then she was worried about him telling Halestar." The ginger she-cat sighed. "I'm glad it's over though."
It was true the meeting wasn't intense, but the air was thick between the two. It was very tense. Rosebelly recalled how Snowstar had flinched at her final question, "How do you think Halestar will react?" It was almost as if she made an attempt to strike her. It was a rather blunt question, but an important one. The next Gathering would be interesting for sure.
Rosebelly glanced back at the den, her eyes rounding with worry. How was Snowstar currently taking this? Not well, she assumed. It's bad enough the twolegs are scaring all the prey away. Now I had to come in and make it worse by saying we were caught.
Rosebelly turned back to her aquaintences. Dirtpaw was beginning to trot over, her gaze unsure. Rosebelly nodded, and Dirtpaw gladly padded over. Rosebelly knew how much Dirtpaw needed permission for things. Ever since she had been born, her despicable parents had treated her wrong. Talking down to her and even striking her, her parents had tortured the young cat until they died.
Rosebelly gave Dirtpaw a warm smile. "Have you been cleaning yourself up? Your paws aren't muddy anymore," she purred, trying to keep the conversation light. Dirtpaw grinned. "Yep! I'm so happy we're out of ShadowClan now. Boy, that place was muddy," she responded. Though, she spotted a glimmer of panic in her gaze. She knew that Sharppaw might be telling Halestar right now about the encounter.
Rosebelly frowned and turned back to Sprucefur, Warblerpaw, and Ferretpaw. Are they worrying too? Do they wonder what happened to Sharppaw? The warrior shifted her paws uneasily. "Anyway," she began awkwarly. "What have you guys been up to?"

[Socks]

SparkleDemon
Socks

Morningblue nodded in greeting, listening to Sprucefur's question as he kept his eyes on Rosebelly.

[ Y'all keep mentioning me. I keep saying 'Oh, I'll get to it later,' but NOPE. I'M DOIN IT NOW ]

Sprucefur had spent the rest of the day washing the mud from his paws, and just entered camp. He spotted Rosebelly, immediately trotting over to the she-cat. "How'd it go...?" he asked, concerned.
Role Charmer Socks SparkleDemon

(XD)
Rosebelly frowned. "I feel like I ruined her day," she murmured. It wasn't as intense as I thought. She was worried for Sharppaw, and then she was worried about him telling Halestar." The ginger she-cat sighed. "I'm glad it's over though."
It was true the meeting wasn't intense, but the air was thick between the two. It was very tense. Rosebelly recalled how Snowstar had flinched at her final question, "How do you think Halestar will react?" It was almost as if she made an attempt to strike her. It was a rather blunt question, but an important one. The next Gathering would be interesting for sure.
Rosebelly glanced back at the den, her eyes rounding with worry. How was Snowstar currently taking this? Not well, she assumed. It's bad enough the twolegs are scaring all the prey away. Now I had to come in and make it worse by saying we were caught.
Rosebelly turned back to her aquaintences. Dirtpaw was beginning to trot over, her gaze unsure. Rosebelly nodded, and Dirtpaw gladly padded over. Rosebelly knew how much Dirtpaw needed permission for things. Ever since she had been born, her despicable parents had treated her wrong. Talking down to her and even striking her, her parents had tortured the young cat until they died.
Rosebelly gave Dirtpaw a warm smile. "Have you been cleaning yourself up? Your paws aren't muddy anymore," she purred, trying to keep the conversation light. Dirtpaw grinned. "Yep! I'm so happy we're out of ShadowClan now. Boy, that place was muddy," she responded. Though, she spotted a glimmer of panic in her gaze. She knew that Sharppaw might be telling Halestar right now about the encounter.
Rosebelly frowned and turned back to Sprucefur, Warblerpaw, and Ferretpaw. Are they worrying too? Do they wonder what happened to Sharppaw? The warrior shifted her paws uneasily. "Anyway," she began awkwarly. "What have you guys been up to?"
Ferretpaw sat down next to her sister, happy to try and move past the moment best they could. "Me and Warblerpaw attempted to go hunting on our own territory, we caught a few mice for the elders." She leaned over and started to clean the back of Warblerpaw's head, trying to get rid of the nasty smelling mud there.
"We kept the smallest one after we made sure all the elders got their share." Warblerpaw put it, not knowing where her own mentor was to report to. She felt guilty eating the mouse even if it barely did anything to stop her hunger.

[Sharppaw]

Sharp paw looked at the three others "I'll come back later" he picked up the mouse and padded away to near the highrock and floped onto his stomach and started crying "I never going to get a mentor at this rate, and im never going to reach my dream" he grumbled

[Socks]

Chilidash yawned and trotted out of his . Smelling the fresh kill pile, his belly rumbled. Hearing this, he looked around for soemone to go hunting with. His eye caught on a she cat unlike anyone he"d ever seen before. His heart did a flip flop in his chest, as he willingly leaped into the unending cavern call LOVE.
Socks
Basilstripe lay near the exit of the camp, trying to soak up the last of the year's heat. Soon winter would come and she wouldn't be able to have times like this. These days were stressful, the clan was trying to prepare for the winter but the monsters were scaring away all the prey that lived in this territory. Cats were getting skinnier and kits were going hungry, and Basilstripe wasn't happy about it. She was one of the last cats to eat but today she just wanted to relax. She rolled over and pushed herself up to her paws, stretching out until she wasn't very stiff before looking around the clearing.
The she-cat spotted Chilidash and a smile spread across her maw. She had seen him around and they had had a few chats but she wanted to know him better. She found his deep ginger fur quite attractive and, to her, it looked way better than her striped pelt.

[MaskedBandits]

Burstpaw's smile grew, but not in a teasing or laughing way. He was much like the apprentice as a kit, and even now he thought they were still similar. Though it only showed when he was very afraid or worked up, the tom still faced whisps of a stammer now and again. Maybe I ought to tell him that. "Mousekit. I like that name," He said, bending down so they were eye level, yet not so close their noses were touching. He wanted to make it so the kit would trust him, for if Mousekit was anything like him, he'd be wary or scared of new cats and situations. "You want to play a game? I can give you a badger ride, though it may not be as good as a warrior's." His smile grew a little more as he showed his more hidden playful side. His voice was still quiet, as it always was, and his tail was stick-straight, but a small twinkle in his eye had appeared that rarely showed itself. Maybe this is how I can help the Clan; in a different way, I suppose, than what I'd originally thought of, but this works.

(Bump for BluBunny )

[Captain Toad]

Basilstripe lay near the exit of the camp, trying to soak up the last of the year's heat. Soon winter would come and she wouldn't be able to have times like this. These days were stressful, the clan was trying to prepare for the winter but the monsters were scaring away all the prey that lived in this territory. Cats were getting skinnier and kits were going hungry, and Basilstripe wasn't happy about it. She was one of the last cats to eat but today she just wanted to relax. She rolled over and pushed herself up to her paws, stretching out until she wasn't very stiff before looking around the clearing.
The she-cat spotted Chilidash and a smile spread across her maw. She had seen him around and they had had a few chats but she wanted to know him better. She found his deep ginger fur quite attractive and, to her, it looked way better than her striped pelt.
Chilidash shook himself from his lovestruck trance and padded up to the beautiful she cat, bringing a squirrel from the fresh kill pile for the two of them to share. "Mind if I join you?" he asked charmingly.

[Role]

Ferretpaw sat down next to her sister, happy to try and move past the moment best they could. "Me and Warblerpaw attempted to go hunting on our own territory, we caught a few mice for the elders." She leaned over and started to clean the back of Warblerpaw's head, trying to get rid of the nasty smelling mud there.
"We kept the smallest one after we made sure all the elders got their share." Warblerpaw put it, not knowing where her own mentor was to report to. She felt guilty eating the mouse even if it barely did anything to stop her hunger.
Rosebelly smiled. "Good for you! The elders were thrilled I'm sure," she purred. "And I'm glad you two decided to keep your strength up, you'll need it if..." Rosebelly trailed off, realizing that she shouldn't speak of any battles. Of course, there weren't any planned battles, it was just a feeling. A cold, hard, sickening feeling of dread.
Rosebelly shook herself. "Anyway, I'm going to see if there's any small prey pieces at the pile. Wish me luck, she joked. The ginger warrior trotted away without waiting for a reply. Her belly seemed as if it was yowling. Rosebelly always had quite the appetite, hence the name, but never like this. Although she was hungry, she decided to only take a small mouse. Saving some for the kits, queens, and elders was part of the warrior code of course. Plus, she had a long day and deserved some rest. With that, Rosebelly tucked in to her small mouse.
Charmer Aura SparkleDemon

[Role]

Sharp paw looked at the three others "I'll come back later" he picked up the mouse and padded away to near the highrock and floped onto his stomach and started crying "I never going to get a mentor at this rate, and im never going to reach my dream" he grumbled
( If you need a mentor check out the Character Resources! :D )

[Socks]

Chilidash shook himself from his lovestruck trance and padded up to the beautiful she cat, bringing a squirrel from the fresh kill pile for the two of them to share. "Mind if I join you?" he asked charmingly.
Basilstripe smiled and nodded as the handsome tom padded to her with the squirrel. "It's good to share in times like these." She put in, settling down next to the other to eat. She enjoyed that she didn't have to speak first because she was always awkward in situations like this.

[Charmer]

Rosebelly smiled. "Good for you! The elders were thrilled I'm sure," she purred. "And I'm glad you two decided to keep your strength up, you'll need it if..." Rosebelly trailed off, realizing that she shouldn't speak of any battles. Of course, there weren't any planned battles, it was just a feeling. A cold, hard, sickening feeling of dread.
Rosebelly shook herself. "Anyway, I'm going to see if there's any small prey pieces at the pile. Wish me luck, she joked. The ginger warrior trotted away without waiting for a reply. Her belly seemed as if it was yowling. Rosebelly always had quite the appetite, hence the name, but never like this. Although she was hungry, she decided to only take a small mouse. Saving some for the kits, queens, and elders was part of the warrior code of course. Plus, she had a long day and deserved some rest. With that, Rosebelly tucked in to her small mouse.
Charmer Aura SparkleDemon

Morningblue listened to Rosebelly give her report on the meeting with Snowstar in silence taking in the she cat's words. He listened as the apprentices spoke about the mice they had managed to catch. Dread stirred within the tom as he thought of the apprentice. He knew there was nothing to be done at this point, but it was hard not to worry. Ferretpaw, Warblerpaw, Dirtpaw, they would be weak from hunger soon and in no shape for a battle. Morningblue saw Rosebelly pick out a meager meal for herself apart from the others and sauntered over to join. He sat down beside her and rested a tailtip on her shoulder. "No warrior could have handled it better," he meowed to her.

[Captain Toad]

Basilstripe smiled and nodded as the handsome tom padded to her with the squirrel. "It's good to share in times like these." She put in, settling down next to the other to eat. She enjoyed that she didn't have to speak first because she was always awkward in situations like this.
Chilidash nodded in agreement. It was true. Ever since the thunderpath started expanding, less prey had come to the fresh kill pile. "So.." he said. "Are you planning on doing anything today? If so, I would gladly go hunting with you," he gave her an inviting smile.

[Socks]

Chilidash nodded in agreement. It was true. Ever since the thunderpath started expanding, less prey had come to the fresh kill pile. "So..." he said. "Are you planning on doing anything today? If so, I would gladly go hunting with you," he gave her an inviting smile.
Basilstripe's ears curved with interest, she was never really invited to go hunting or anything like that, unless it was her family who was inviting her. "I would love to hunt with you. If you don't mind me getting philosophical at times." She joked, letting out a giggle. She felt her and Chilidash's pelt brush together and her ears started to heat up slightly.
"My favorite place to hunt is this clearing under the beech tree." She commented, hoping the other wouldn't notice how flushed she got.

[Captain Toad]

Basilstripe's ears curved with interest, she was never really invited to go hunting or anything like that, unless it was her family who was inviting her. "I would love to hunt with you. If you don't mind me getting philosophical at times." She joked, letting out a giggle. She felt her and Chilidash's pelt brush together and her ears started to heat up slightly.
"My favorite place to hunt is this clearing under the beech tree." She commented, hoping the other wouldn't notice how flushed she got.
Chilidash smiled, trying not to let his happiness show too much. He finished his share of the squirrel, and stood up. "No better time than now, right?" he said. "And don't worry, I can stand it." he grinned, his heart doing a barrel roll of happiness.

[Socks]

Chilidash smiled, trying not to let his happiness show too much. He finished his share of the squirrel and stood up. "No better time than now, right?" he said. "And don't worry, I can stand it." he grinned, his heart doing a barrel roll of happiness.
Basilstripe swallowed the last bite of her share of the prey, crinkling her nose at the texture of the meat. She assumed this creature was old, unable to run from the monsters like most the prey on the territory. She quickly dismissed the thought, standing and wiping the mess from her maw. "We can also go closer to the borders to see if any prey from the other territories have run over. We won't cross the scent line, though, Windclan rabbits run across all the time."

[Captain Toad]

Basilstripe swallowed the last bite of her share of the prey, crinkling her nose at the texture of the meat. She assumed this creature was old, unable to run from the monsters like most the prey on the territory. She quickly dismissed the thought, standing and wiping the mess from her maw. "We can also go closer to the borders to see if any prey from the other territories have run over. We won't cross the scent line, though, Windclan rabbits run across all the time."
Chilidash nodded. "Got it," he said, trotting to the camp's exit. He turned his head at Basilstripe. "Coming?" he asked, stopping to admire her. A small smule touched his mouth. He felt that this, was the start of something big, though what, he did not know.

[Socks]

Chilidash nodded. "Got it," he said, trotting to the camp's exit. He turned his head at Basilstripe. "Coming?" he asked, stopping to admire her. A small smule touched his mouth. He felt that this, was the start of something big, though what, he did not know.
"Of course!" She bounded forward, ahead of the ginger tom with a silly smile plastered on her face. She felt a great joy she hasn't felt since before the monsters showed up, all her stress and anxiety for the future of her clan seemed to fade away around the other. "Catch up, slow poke?" She called before pushing out of the entrance.

[BluBunnie]

Burstpaw's smile grew, but not in a teasing or laughing way. He was much like the apprentice as a kit, and even now he thought they were still similar. Though it only showed when he was very afraid or worked up, the tom still faced whisps of a stammer now and again. Maybe I ought to tell him that. "Mousekit. I like that name," He said, bending down so they were eye level, yet not so close their noses were touching. He wanted to make it so the kit would trust him, for if Mousekit was anything like him, he'd be wary or scared of new cats and situations. "You want to play a game? I can give you a badger ride, though it may not be as good as a warrior's." His smile grew a little more as he showed his more hidden playful side. His voice was still quiet, as it always was, and his tail was stick-straight, but a small twinkle in his eye had appeared that rarely showed itself. Maybe this is how I can help the Clan; in a different way, I suppose, than what I'd originally thought of, but this works.


Mousekit jumped a bit as Burstpaw moved to his eye level, a small smile appeared on his face as he realized the cat ignored his stutter and instead told him he liked his name. Brightness shown in his eyes as the older cat offered ro play a game with him, nervousness clouded the brightness a bit. "Uhm s-sure b-but I d-don't w-w-want to be a b-bother." he said softly.

[Drago Victinius Bloodward]

"Only because I let you," Greypaw insisted, not wanting to admit he'd been taking by surprise. "I saw you coming fox-lengths away."

Lightningpaw soon emerged from the den, yawning and stretching out before padding toward her siblings. "What's everyone talking about?"
Cherrypaw just rolled her eyes "whatever" she said icepaw whiskers twitched with amusement seeing lightningpaw she said "how about we all go hunting we could get dawnfrost too if you guys want"

[Rockstar]

Cherrypaw just rolled her eyes "whatever" she said icepaw whiskers twitched with amusement seeing lightningpaw she said "how about we all go hunting we could get dawnfrost too if you guys want"

Greypaw stretched out his legs, giving his tail a small flick. "I think we can all hunt without our mother's supervision."

"I wouldn't mind the company," Lightningpaw argued, slowly grooming herself.

[Role]

Morningblue listened to Rosebelly give her report on the meeting with Snowstar in silence taking in the she cat's words. He listened as the apprentices spoke about the mice they had managed to catch. Dread stirred within the tom as he thought of the apprentice. He knew there was nothing to be done at this point, but it was hard not to worry. Ferretpaw, Warblerpaw, Dirtpaw, they would be weak from hunger soon and in no shape for a battle. Morningblue saw Rosebelly pick out a meager meal for herself apart from the others and sauntered over to join. He sat down beside her and rested a tailtip on her shoulder. "No warrior could have handled it better," he meowed to her.
Rosebelly was taken aback. "T-thanks," she stammered, slightly perplexed. She nibbled at her mouse awkwardly. Morningblue was no more than an aquaintence, but perhaps he wanted to be friends. Or maybe she is just thinking too much about this. Do you think that if we hadn't run into Sharppaw, ThunderClan wouldn't be in danger like it is now?" Rosebelly once more stooped down to nibble at her mouse. Hunger was gnawing at her belly, but her appetite had lowered at the thought of ShadowClan. Rosebelly frowned. Would there be a battle? The thought crossed her mind several times, but could it be possible? ShadowClan is weakened, but with the thought that ThunderClan trespassed on their territory could strike up some tensions. Rosebelly sighed inwardly, and took a bigger bite out of her mouse.

[Charmer]

Rosebelly was taken aback. "T-thanks," she stammered, slightly perplexed. She nibbled at her mouse awkwardly. Morningblue was no more than an aquaintence, but perhaps he wanted to be friends. Or maybe she is just thinking too much about this. Do you think that if we hadn't run into Sharppaw, ThunderClan wouldn't be in danger like it is now?" Rosebelly once more stooped down to nibble at her mouse. Hunger was gnawing at her belly, but her appetite had lowered at the thought of ShadowClan. Rosebelly frowned. Would there be a battle? The thought crossed her mind several times, but could it be possible? ShadowClan is weakened, but with the thought that ThunderClan trespassed on their territory could strike up some tensions. Rosebelly sighed inwardly, and took a bigger bite out of her mouse.

Morningblue took his tailtip off her shoulder. "We were already in danger. We still are," he said softly, keeping his voice low so that no other cat could hear. "And even if the mission had gone perfectly, and we'd found prey, there would have been evidence that we were not only trespassing but taking prey. There was little to no chance of avoiding trouble on this mission." Morningblue wasn't trying to be reassuring necessarily. He was simply stating facts. "I don't know what will come from this, but we do our best with what Starclan gives us." He glanced at the mouse she had and felt hunger tighten its grip on his belly. But no. He was a strong warrior and other cats needed what precious freshkill they had to keep up their strength.

[Role]

Morningblue took his tailtip off her shoulder. "We were already in danger. We still are," he said softly, keeping his voice low so that no other cat could hear. "And even if the mission had gone perfectly, and we'd found prey, there would have been evidence that we were not only trespassing but taking prey. There was little to no chance of avoiding trouble on this mission." Morningblue wasn't trying to be reassuring necessarily. He was simply stating facts. "I don't know what will come from this, but we do our best with what Starclan gives us." He glanced at the mouse she had and felt hunger tighten its grip on his belly. But no. He was a strong warrior and other cats needed what precious freshkill they had to keep up their strength.
Rosebelly nodded in silent agreement. This was true. The muddied grass would be stained with blood from the prey, and ShadowClan would have every right to accuse ThunderClan at the sight of their bones showing through their skins. Rosebelly noticed Morningblue glance at her mouse. "Here," she began as she tore the mouse in half. "We all need to keep our strength up." Rosebelly smiled at the tom, and then stooped down to eat her share.

[Charmer]

Rosebelly nodded in silent agreement. This was true. The muddied grass would be stained with blood from the prey, and ShadowClan would have every right to accuse ThunderClan at the sight of their bones showing through their skins. Rosebelly noticed Morningblue glance at her mouse. "Here," she began as she tore the mouse in half. "We all need to keep our strength up." Rosebelly smiled at the tom, and then stooped down to eat her share.

Morningblue placed his paw on the ground and was about to nudge it back toward the she-cat when he thought of his sister in the nursery, belly swollen with kits who could arrive any day, and resolved to give the morsel to her. "Thank you," he meowed, leaving the scrap where it lay, and licking his paws to try and remove some of the grime. "I was meaning to tell you. When you stepped between me and that Shadowclan apprentice. You noticed I'm twice his size, right?" he asked, his whiskers twitching with amusement.

[Role]

Morningblue placed his paw on the ground and was about to nudge it back toward the she-cat when he thought of his sister in the nursery, belly swollen with kits who could arrive any day, and resolved to give the morsel to her. "Thank you," he meowed, leaving the scrap where it lay, and licking his paws to try and remove some of the grime. "I was meaning to tell you. When you stepped between me and that Shadowclan apprentice. You noticed I'm twice his size, right?" he asked, his whiskers twitching with amusement.
Rosebelly felt her pelt heat up with embarrassment. "Yes, but I hadn't thought of that," she chuckled. "As the patrol leader I felt like it was my duty to protect my Clanmates. Even if they're too big for a small apprentice to take down." Rosebelly playfully shoved Morningblue. "Thanks for reminding me, furball," she teased. Finally, Rosebelly was feeling like her old self again. Extroverted and optimistic. Maybe it had been the social interaction, maybe it had been the morsel of prey, but nonetheless she felt better than she had in ShadowClan territory.

[Charmer]

Rosebelly felt her pelt heat up with embarrassment. "Yes, but I hadn't thought of that," she chuckled. "As the patrol leader I felt like it was my duty to protect my Clanmates. Even if they're too big for a small apprentice to take down." Rosebelly playfully shoved Morningblue. "Thanks for reminding me, furball," she teased. Finally, Rosebelly was feeling like her old self again. Extroverted and optimistic. Maybe it had been the social interaction, maybe it had been the morsel of prey, but nonetheless she felt better than she had in ShadowClan territory.

Morningblue swayed with her playful nudge and chuckled good-naturedly. It was rare for the tom to feel such playful feelings, let alone show them. He typically just kept his head down, did his duty, and served the clan. A group of cats had a better chance of surviving than one. That was the truth. But he found himself enjoying this time with this spirited, if perhaps a little impulsive, she-cat. "Well, patrol leader, maybe sometime you should show me what intimidating fighting skills you have at your disposal," he meowed teasingly, though privately, he thought a some battle training might be of use in the coming days. More use than he wanted... But also, Morningblue was a fighter at the very core. It was the only time he usually felt truly alive. He needed to feel that these days. It was too easy to slip into despair.

[Role]

Morningblue swayed with her playful nudge and chuckled good-naturedly. It was rare for the tom to feel such playful feelings, let alone show them. He typically just kept his head down, did his duty, and served the clan. A group of cats had a better chance of surviving than one. That was the truth. But he found himself enjoying this time with this spirited, if perhaps a little impulsive, she-cat. "Well, patrol leader, maybe sometime you should show me what intimidating fighting skills you have at your disposal," he meowed teasingly, though privately, he thought a some battle training might be of use in the coming days. More use than he wanted... But also, Morningblue was a fighter at the very core. It was the only time he usually felt truly alive. He needed to feel that these days. It was too easy to slip into despair.
Rosebelly snorted and raised her chin high. "Why of course," she replied in a proud, but playful manner. "Name the place and time, Furball." Rosebelly straightened and acted proper just for the amusement of her companion. It was rare Rosebelly saw Morningblue smile. In fact, she never had. This was something new and interesting to the curious she-cat. Rosebelly chuckled and finished the bite of prey she had left.
(Sorry it's short)

[Charmer]

Rosebelly snorted and raised her chin high. "Why of course," she replied in a proud, but playful manner. "Name the place and time, Furball." Rosebelly straightened and acted proper just for the amusement of her companion. It was rare Rosebelly saw Morningblue smile. In fact, she never had. This was something new and interesting to the curious she-cat. Rosebelly chuckled and finished the bite of prey she had left.
(Sorry it's short)

Morningblue stood up and faced the shecat. It might have looked like an aggressive stance if his tail weren't waving and he weren't still grinning. "How about today, in the training hollow at sunset?" the tom proposed confidently.

[Role]

Morningblue stood up and faced the shecat. It might have looked like an aggressive stance if his tail weren't waving and he weren't still grinning. "How about today, in the training hollow at sunset?" the tom proposed confidently.
Rosebelly stood up as well, her eyes gleaming with competitive energy. "You've got yourself a deal," she agreed, a challenge in her voice. Rosebelly smiled brightly. "I'll see you there, Furball," she snickered, and trotted away.

[Foggy22]

Risingmoon was taken back by the question, but he hid it well and his tail swept the ground in front of his paws in a wide ark. "No," he responded honestly. He had never even thought about having a mate, actually. He couldn't even recall anyone he had previously liked - he thought that it was pretty weird, and most of the other warriors called him "emotionless". Not that he cared. He laughed slightly, wondering if Stormstripe had meant that as a joke. "I don't. Yet, I guess. Only StarClan knows," he chuckled. "I've never really thought seriously about it before," the tom conceded, hoping that didn't come off as rude.
(Again, I'm so sorry it took so long!)
Stormstripe gave small chuckle at his reaction to his question. When he answered, she could feel her heart flutter a tiny but, and her eyes sparked with hope. She shook her head at these feelings. She honestly didn't know how she felt about Risingmoon. She looked at him with her brown eyes, as he continued talking. "I'm sure a special she-cat will come along soon," she meowed, with a slight purr.

[Sharppaw]

Sharppaw's ears and mood perked when he heard that there was going to be a fight for fun, he had to see this go down, the red apprentice took a bite out of the mouse, even if it might be too much for him

[mvoxhu]

@RedHead Beau Mystical SpiralWhirl SamCats

[this is around the third time i'm having to type this out, because wco is being rude for me and not posting it :/ apologies if it's a little dull. ]

The ginger she-cat emitted a heavy-hearted sigh, with ear tips twitching as her demeanour shifted downwards. Fern-green hues travelled towards the sprawling siblings, as if she were trying to lock the moment inside of her brain. Not that she didn't have enough of the iconic duo play-fighting, or tumbling around with little Aspenkit as well.
Pumpkinpaw just enjoyed knowing that when she was older, she would be able to replay these images, and sometimes giggle or laugh at the stupid, yet hilarious antics that the group had gotten up to. Or perhaps she would feel guilt-ridden, maybe having moving away from the clans or just being entirely too busy to be able to talk with them.
She hoped that her reaction would be positive, but here was just a nervous buzz inside of her that told her otherwise.

"They've only been at it for a while now," the female spoke in her usual upbeat and soft tone, whilst a small grin began to rise up on to her features. She flicked her eyes over to the male beside her, having answered his question, but only dipped her head down to rest on her forelimbs. "Knowing them they'll be doing this until sunset."

[Sharppaw]

Sharp paw continued to eat at the mouse at his paws and almost choaked on a mouthful that he didn't chew thoughtfully enough

[MaskedBandits]

Mousekit jumped a bit as Burstpaw moved to his eye level, a small smile appeared on his face as he realized the cat ignored his stutter and instead told him he liked his name. Brightness shown in his eyes as the older cat offered ro play a game with him, nervousness clouded the brightness a bit. "Uhm s-sure b-but I d-don't w-w-want to be a b-bother." he said softly.

Burstpaw let his smile grow a bit. "You're not a bother," He said softly, looking into the kit's eyes with kindness and sincerity. "I'd really like to play a game with you." The apprentice backed up a little bit, aware he might be crowding the timid Mousekit. The last thing he wanted to do was scare him away, as he really did want to spend time with the kit; it'd been a while since he'd thought about anything non-training related. This'll be good for both me and him; he can made a new friend in me, and I can take a break from training and help my Clan in a different way.

Going off of his original idea, Burstpaw stood up, keeping his shy smile on his face. He turned around so his back was to Mousekit, then lay onto the ground. "It's ok; hop on. I may not be as great a badger as a warrior, but I can try." He turned his head around to give the kit a reassuring glance, saying he would make sure neither of them got hurt. "Just climb on and hold on; I promise I won't drop you." He turned his head back, then waited for the slight weight of the added cargo. He knew the kit couldn't way a whole lot, but he was only a young apprentice; he wasn't as strong as the warriors who often gave badger rides. But you won't drop him. You're strong and completely capable of doing this. Relaxing his muscles, Burstpaw waited for Mousekit's response, hoping he'd climb on and enjoy the ride.

[Captain Toad]

"Of course!" She bounded forward, ahead of the ginger tom with a silly smile plastered on her face. She felt a great joy she hasn't felt since before the monsters showed up, all her stress and anxiety for the future of her clan seemed to fade away around the other. "Catch up, slow poke?" She called before pushing out of the entrance.
Chilidash grinned fiercly and bounded as fast as he could, catching up and passing Basilwhisker. He lead the way as they went through ThunderClan territory to the hunting spot she said she liked, again admiring beautiful pelt, her smooth , clear voice and just her in general.
Socks meet me at TC territory?

[Sharppaw]

Sharp paw was somehow able to finish the mouse, he buried the bones and sighed

[Socks]

Sharp paw was somehow able to finish the mouse, he buried the bones and sighed
Twistedfall was hobbling towards the camp entrance when he noticed a young cat out of the corner of his eye. The apprentice looked sad, like life hasn't been going his way, and Twistedfall felt for him. He'd felt a deep melancholy when he was young and he didn't enjoy seeing young cats living similarly as he had.
Taking a moment to turn, he started to slowly make his way to the apprentice with what he thought was a kind smile on his graying maw. "What's got you down? A young cat like you should be out training."

[Sharppaw]

Sharp looked up at the older cat "Not me, I have no mentor, it's just not fair, they call me an apprentice, but I can't even train without a warrior to train me, an apprentice is nothing without a mentor, im useless to the entire clan" he lowered his head sighing

[Socks]

Sharp looked up at the older cat "Not me, I have no mentor, it's just not fair, they call me an apprentice, but I can't even train without a warrior to train me, an apprentice is nothing without a mentor, im useless to the entire clan" he lowered his head sighing
Twsitedfall felt pity for the apprentice, his ears dropping as he went to sit next to Sharppaw. He placed his kinked tail on the other's shoulder in a way of comfort. "Don't think that way. Look at me, I'm all old and scarred but I still find a way to serve my clan. I'm not going to the elder's den anytime soon and I don't plan to for many moons." The old tom knew his story was different, but he hoped he'd inspire the young cat. "You need to find a way to get a mentor, you've got so much time before you don't waste it sulking. You just need to assert yourself."

[Sharppaw]

Sharp paw smiled a little, but not much "Want to know why I want to become a warrior? I will tell you, just promise you won't laugh"

[Socks]

Sharp paw smiled a little, but not much "Want to know why I want to become a warrior? I will tell you, just promise you won't laugh"
"I promise I won't laugh." He leaned his head down closer to Sharppaw as if about to hear a secret he couldn't tell any other cat.

[Sharppaw]

Sharp paw smiled "Well, my dream is to become the greatest warrior or deputy in Thunderclan history" he just waited for the older cat to laugh, the way the other apprentices mocked him, he knew it was a silly dream

[zinfranny]

Random Melchester Bright
*dramatic knuckle crack* it's been eighty four years. also i tagged two of you, but the roleplays won't intertwine- just more convenient!))

Gyrewind's body felt ungodly hollow, his head dreary inside a haze of famishment, but he wasn't hungry. He couldn't bring himself to eat no matter how many times he would approach the dwindling prey pile. He had tried eating while his Clanmates lingered with hungry bellies and while warriors hunted against odds in another Clan's flooded territory and chased after prey that simply didn't exist, but it didn't go well. The food was like dirt inside his mouth, scored down his throat like chunks of tree bark in which his body didn't accept, didn't want to allow inside him. So Gyrewind went hungry. He would serve his Clan and hunt against the unwritten law, and in the meantime between hunting patrols, remain comfortless and fatigued.

[Random Melody]

@Random Melchester (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=79) @Bright (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=356)
*dramatic knuckle crack* it's been eighty four years. also i tagged two of you, but the roleplays won't intertwine- just more convenient!))

Gyrewind's body felt ungodly hollow, his head dreary inside a haze of famishment, but he wasn't hungry. He couldn't bring himself to eat no matter how many times he would approach the dwindling prey pile. He had tried eating while his Clanmates lingered with hungry bellies and while warriors hunted against odds in another Clan's flooded territory and chased after prey that simply didn't exist, but it didn't go well. The food was like dirt inside his mouth, scored down his throat like chunks of tree bark in which his body didn't accept, didn't want to allow inside him. So Gyrewind went hungry. He would serve his Clan and hunt against the unwritten law, and in the meantime between hunting patrols, remain comfortless and fatigued.


Snowstar was shifting on her paws beside the leader's den, shooting anxious glances toward the nursery. She'd just brought in prey for her kits - And of course what she could for the other queens and kits in there too. Wide ice blue eyes watched the fresh-kill pile with growing despair lingering in them - It just seemed to keep shrinking and shrinking! Snowstar herself hadn't eaten. Eventually Honeyfur had to corner her and all but stuff a vole down her throat. Snowstar had luckily gotten her to pick out the smallest vole, much to Honeyfur's chagrin. Goodness, Snowy! You're the leader here, remember that, you can't die of starvation! Her sister had growled - Yes, actually growled - So Snowstar understood that she needed to eat and eat fast. She may be the leader of ThunderClan, but Honeyfur was the leader of her siblings, and Snow had learned not to disobey her.

A shiver passed through the young leader - Is it cold? There's no way it's cold. She passed it off as a random breeze through the air. It was Green-Leaf. Snowstar finally stopped shifting enough and let her eyes flicker warily around the Clan - Until it landed on Gyrewind. Her eyes seemed to spark upon seeing her former leader, the despair in her eyes dropping away for the moment. She didn't even think about it when she lurched off of her paws and trotted toward him, somehow managing not to trip over her own paws. Snowstar was exhausted. Barely any sleep mixed with barely any food wasn't a good combination - But she wasn't going to sit around and nap and eat while her Clan starved.

"Gyre," Snowstar breathed when she reached the Tom, pressing her nose lightly to his shoulder before pulling back. The Siamese's mouth twisted up into the smallest of smiles, but dropped easily into a frown when she was reminded of the problem that they were facing. The despair - Such hopelessness, returned. "Gyre- They- I can't-" She broke off when her voice hitched, and quickly whipped her head around to ensure nobody else was listening. She didn't want Gyrewind to see her cry, much less the Clan. She didn't want them to see their leader fall apart. "I can't do anything. It's killing me." Snowstar's voice wavered as she turned back to the former leader, blinking back the gentle tears pooling in her eyes before they could spill over. "I don't know what to do... I don't.." She trailed off desperately, closing her eyes. I wasn't meant for this, was I?

[bright !]

Random Melchester Bright
*dramatic knuckle crack* it's been eighty four years. also i tagged two of you, but the roleplays won't intertwine- just more convenient!))

Gyrewind's body felt ungodly hollow, his head dreary inside a haze of famishment, but he wasn't hungry. He couldn't bring himself to eat no matter how many times he would approach the dwindling prey pile. He had tried eating while his Clanmates lingered with hungry bellies and while warriors hunted against odds in another Clan's flooded territory and chased after prey that simply didn't exist, but it didn't go well. The food was like dirt inside his mouth, scored down his throat like chunks of tree bark in which his body didn't accept, didn't want to allow inside him. So Gyrewind went hungry. He would serve his Clan and hunt against the unwritten law, and in the meantime between hunting patrols, remain comfortless and fatigued.

((nO MY POOR GAYrE HHH- also yikes sorry my snapchat stopped working on me n i didn't see if you sent anything oop-- but hes bAck now time for some snowygyre development
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Snowyclaw had been working his butt off recently with all that had been going on. Food was a problem, and if he were to do anything, it would be to help with all he's got. There were many times where he dared trying to steal pray when not on a patrol- but hunting alone. A patrol from another clan could have attacked him, but luckily, he hasn't come across anything like that. Yet. Every day is the same. Wake up extra early, skim the territory, and maybe, if he feels brave that day, go onto another clan's territory. It was for his clan, and what else could he do? Let them starve? He wouldn't let that happen. He cared about every living cat in Thunderclan, and wouldn't let them die because prey was becoming scarce in their territory. No, he'd do anything to make sure their bellies would be full by the end of each day, and that they had enough food stocked up for leafbare. Starclan's sake, he could catch a toad if that was the only edible thing available. Honestly? Snowy was exhausted. He was drained, ready to drop. And anyone could see it. Anyone could see the dark beneath his eyes, anyone could see how his tail drooped (which was unusual for Snowyclaw of all cats), anyone could see the way his paws often dragged when walking into camp to drop off whatever he caught, and go back out to catch more. He once lost a full night's sleep to hunting and didn't even know it! His senses would become worse with the less and less sleep he got, which was useless because he was less likely to catch or find any prey in that state.
After a day of catching a juicy-looking mouse and a small finch, he felt satisfied with himself. He finally decided to take a break, and went to take a seat in a comfy-looking spot in the clearing. He sat on his haunches slowly, only now noticing how the muscles beneath his skin ached. Jeez, what was I thinking? He sighed. He decided to see how everyone else around camp was doing. Most seemed to be doing okay. Then some seemed a little tired, like they had just finished a busy day and were ready to plop down on a nest a snore their weariness away. Then his half-lidded (usually big and round) cerulean orbs laid upon a cat that stood out from the rest, as always. Probably because he was the tallest cat he knew. It was, of course, the former leader of Thunderclan, Gyrewind. A wave of concern rushed over him first, seeing the tom in the state he was in. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. It would be weird for some cat you kind-of-sort-of-but-not-really know to just come up to you and tell you how concerned they are? To tell you to eat?
No, no. He was thinking into it too much. He would just walk up to him and ask how he was doing- or something.. Yeah, yeah. No big deal. Why do I have to be so.. Weird when trying to talk to him?? Wait- Starclan, no, I'm staring at him again- Now I definitely have to talk to him!
He got up, slowly again, his whole body aching even more than before, but covered it up the best he could. His head began to droop a bit, but he just kept bringing it up again. He eventually made it to where he thought Gyrewind could hear him.
"Hey, Gyre--"
Ah. Clumsy 'ol Snowyclaw, hm? Yeah. Tripping on his own paws, in front of Gyrewind too! Really? Gyrewind- Of call cats--
The tom fell face first into the ground, his fluffy raccoon tail in the air. He just stayed there, on the floor, watching his life flash before his eyes while rethinking his life decisions. Then, he remembered who was in front of him and immediately jumped to his paws, standing straight. His body ached again, but his fur felt warm in embarrassment.
"A-Ah.. Just- Just.. Nothing happend.." Poor, poor snowy.

[zinfranny]

Snowstar was shifting on her paws beside the leader's den, shooting anxious glances toward the nursery. She'd just brought in prey for her kits - And of course what she could for the other queens and kits in there too. Wide ice blue eyes watched the fresh-kill pile with growing despair lingering in them - It just seemed to keep shrinking and shrinking! Snowstar herself hadn't eaten. Eventually Honeyfur had to corner her and all but stuff a vole down her throat. Snowstar had luckily gotten her to pick out the smallest vole, much to Honeyfur's chagrin. Goodness, Snowy! You're the leader here, remember that, you can't die of starvation! Her sister had growled - Yes, actually growled - So Snowstar understood that she needed to eat and eat fast. She may be the leader of ThunderClan, but Honeyfur was the leader of her siblings, and Snow had learned not to disobey her.

A shiver passed through the young leader - Is it cold? There's no way it's cold. She passed it off as a random breeze through the air. It was Green-Leaf. Snowstar finally stopped shifting enough and let her eyes flicker warily around the Clan - Until it landed on Gyrewind. Her eyes seemed to spark upon seeing her former leader, the despair in her eyes dropping away for the moment. She didn't even think about it when she lurched off of her paws and trotted toward him, somehow managing not to trip over her own paws. Snowstar was exhausted. Barely any sleep mixed with barely any food wasn't a good combination - But she wasn't going to sit around and nap and eat while her Clan starved.

"Gyre," Snowstar breathed when she reached the Tom, pressing her nose lightly to his shoulder before pulling back. The Siamese's mouth twisted up into the smallest of smiles, but dropped easily into a frown when she was reminded of the problem that they were facing. The despair - Such hopelessness, returned. "Gyre- They- I can't-" She broke off when her voice hitched, and quickly whipped her head around to ensure nobody else was listening. She didn't want Gyrewind to see her cry, much less the Clan. She didn't want them to see their leader fall apart. "I can't do anything. It's killing me." Snowstar's voice wavered as she turned back to the former leader, blinking back the gentle tears pooling in her eyes before they could spill over. "I don't know what to do... I don't.." She trailed off desperately, closing her eyes. I wasn't meant for this, was I?


His attention flicked towards his name- inadvertently, he replied to and as his antecedent name, but then he recognized the Siamese face of Snowstar. This inspired his lips a twist that they hadn't played without having to force on for a while, much like hers. But his traces of a smile erased with Snowstar's like a mirror.
The same hunger and dreariness and tire came pouring from the she-cat. He felt his stomach sink at the sight of a fine leader coming to tears, and knowing the burden of leadership she bore made him all the worse.
"You want to cry. But I know; I understand the feeling. You can't seem weak. You don't have the luxury. Perhaps in the leader's den?" Gyrewind's voice could have been irritatingly different from the pain that was growing from seeing Snowstar like this, but the tom wasn't irked. He was doing what he could, or what he thought best, because he knew the embarrassment. Shameful, certainly, but he knew what mental dread came from embarrassment in her position.

[Random Melody]

His attention flicked towards his name- inadvertently, he replied to and as his antecedent name, but then he recognized the Siamese face of Snowstar. This inspired his lips a twist that they hadn't played without having to force on for a while, much like hers. But his traces of a smile erased with Snowstar's like a mirror.
The same hunger and dreariness and tire came pouring from the she-cat. He felt his stomach sink at the sight of a fine leader coming to tears, and knowing the burden of leadership she bore made him all the worse.
"You want to cry. But I know; I understand the feeling. You can't seem weak. You don't have the luxury. Perhaps in the leader's den?" Gyrewind's voice could have been irritatingly different from the pain that was growing from seeing Snowstar like this, but the tom wasn't irked. He was doing what he could, or what he thought best, because he knew the embarrassment. Shameful, certainly, but he knew what mental dread came from embarrassment in her position.


His suggestion made Snowstar flinch despite her efforts not to, his tone of voice making the words seem like they had an annoyed edge to them. But when she looked up at him she saw his pain reflected in his eyes and knew he was suffering just as much - if not more - than she was. The young leader desperately shook her head, glancing around the clearing. Then, after a moment, she took in a soft breath and straightened up, forcing her flattened ears to pick and her fur to lie flat. "No. I'm.. Fine." It was a lie - she was anything but fine. "It's just so much. I don't know.." Her voice seemed to drop. She didn't feel like she was going to cry anymore; No, Gyrewind's reminder that she couldn't seem weak had chased away any tears, even though her heart ached, wanting to do more for her Clan.

The Siamese quietly sat down beside Gyrewind, still facing him, but her eyes were turned away. Gentle ice blue eyes flitted from one warrior to the next, and she struggled not to show the searing agony that she felt deep inside. That same hopelessness. Bubblestep's question rang in her head. Some of us are going to die, aren't we? Fighting back that same despaired feeling, Snowstar closed her eyes and seemed to jerk her head to the other side to look away, letting her eyes crack open to glare toward the ground a few paw-steps away. But the glare softened almost immediately. She wasn't pregnant. She didn't feel irritated anymore. Not annoyed. Not snappish. She just felt... Helpless. "Is this really what StarClan wanted?" The Siamese's eyes softened even more as she whispered the words, more to herself than to Gyrewind. "Do I even have what it takes to..?" She left the question unfinished and swallowed, closing her eyes again. Honestly she wasn't sure she wanted the answer to that.

[wolfie]

@RedHead Beau mompaws SamCats

Wolfpaw took his last bite of prey, lifting his gaze to laugh at the sight. "You guys are mouse-brains," He joked, as he moved a bit closer to the group, watching the Aspenkit and siblings play. He rolled his shoulders, looking to Pumpkinpaw and Bluepaw talk. " Why don't you guys go join them? More to the show, I suppose?" He suggested, with a little grin on his face.
As a leaf fall down from a tree, landing on his nose he didn't move a inch. Wolfpaw glared at the leaf on it, whispering, " Get away from me," To it before He shook it off. Putting a paw on it, the apprentice often dislike when things touched him. It somehow just annoyed the heck out of him, which a lot of cats though he was scared of it.
Doubting that Flashpaw had a plan today, or did he always have one but never tell them? He stifle a little yawn, Wolfpaw just wanted to go back to the den to sleep but of course the sun just had to keep him awake. No lie was he lazy, as he pawed at the ground again.

"You guys have anything planned? Or are we just gonna sit here and do nothing?" He asked, a bit of a rough tone but they should be use to it now.



(Short, I don't know what to write)

[zinfranny]

((nO MY POOR GAYrE HHH- also yikes sorry my snapchat stopped working on me n i didn't see if you sent anything oop-- but hes bAck now time for some snowygyre development
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Snowyclaw had been working his butt off recently with all that had been going on. Food was a problem, and if he were to do anything, it would be to help with all he's got. There were many times where he dared trying to steal pray when not on a patrol- but hunting alone. A patrol from another clan could have attacked him, but luckily, he hasn't come across anything like that. Yet. Every day is the same. Wake up extra early, skim the territory, and maybe, if he feels brave that day, go onto another clan's territory. It was for his clan, and what else could he do? Let them starve? He wouldn't let that happen. He cared about every living cat in Thunderclan, and wouldn't let them die because prey was becoming scarce in their territory. No, he'd do anything to make sure their bellies would be full by the end of each day, and that they had enough food stocked up for leafbare. Starclan's sake, he could catch a toad if that was the only edible thing available. Honestly? Snowy was exhausted. He was drained, ready to drop. And anyone could see it. Anyone could see the dark beneath his eyes, anyone could see how his tail drooped (which was unusual for Snowyclaw of all cats), anyone could see the way his paws often dragged when walking into camp to drop off whatever he caught, and go back out to catch more. He once lost a full night's sleep to hunting and didn't even know it! His senses would become worse with the less and less sleep he got, which was useless because he was less likely to catch or find any prey in that state.
After a day of catching a juicy-looking mouse and a small finch, he felt satisfied with himself. He finally decided to take a break, and went to take a seat in a comfy-looking spot in the clearing. He sat on his haunches slowly, only now noticing how the muscles beneath his skin ached. Jeez, what was I thinking? He sighed. He decided to see how everyone else around camp was doing. Most seemed to be doing okay. Then some seemed a little tired, like they had just finished a busy day and were ready to plop down on a nest a snore their weariness away. Then his half-lidded (usually big and round) cerulean orbs laid upon a cat that stood out from the rest, as always. Probably because he was the tallest cat he knew. It was, of course, the former leader of Thunderclan, Gyrewind. A wave of concern rushed over him first, seeing the tom in the state he was in. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. It would be weird for some cat you kind-of-sort-of-but-not-really know to just come up to you and tell you how concerned they are? To tell you to eat?
No, no. He was thinking into it too much. He would just walk up to him and ask how he was doing- or something.. Yeah, yeah. No big deal. Why do I have to be so.. Weird when trying to talk to him?? Wait- Starclan, no, I'm staring at him again- Now I definitely have to talk to him!
He got up, slowly again, his whole body aching even more than before, but covered it up the best he could. His head began to droop a bit, but he just kept bringing it up again. He eventually made it to where he thought Gyrewind could hear him.
"Hey, Gyre--"
Ah. Clumsy 'ol Snowyclaw, hm? Yeah. Tripping on his own paws, in front of Gyrewind too! Really? Gyrewind- Of call cats--
The tom fell face first into the ground, his fluffy raccoon tail in the air. He just stayed there, on the floor, watching his life flash before his eyes while rethinking his life decisions. Then, he remembered who was in front of him and immediately jumped to his paws, standing straight. His body ached again, but his fur felt warm in embarrassment.
"A-Ah.. Just- Just.. Nothing happend.." Poor, poor snowy.


okay okay, gyre thinks snowy is whiskermoon for nearly the whole time they go hunting or whatever they do until snowy realizes it and gyre like dies))
Gyrewind flicked his head around when he heard his name. Well, at least half of it. His weary eyes that had softened stretched open with shock as the feline, who he hadn't even been able to begin to greet back, tripped and ultimately came toppling over with a thud. Gyrewind had sprang up but was briefly paralyzed with surprise until she seemed to find her ground and stand back up so he didn't have time to properly react. Feeling the awkwardness between them, Gyrewind's face softened and twisted into a smile and something of disbelief, humour, and sympathy.
"Are you alright?" The tom managed after a good bout of light laughter, looking up at Whiskermoon, or so he presumed, with a curled brow and a grin.

[bright !]

okay okay, gyre thinks snowy is whiskermoon for nearly the whole time they go hunting or whatever they do until snowy realizes it and gyre like dies))
Gyrewind flicked his head around when he heard his name. Well, at least half of it. His weary eyes that had softened stretched open with shock as the feline, who he hadn't even been able to begin to greet back, tripped and ultimately came toppling over with a thud. Gyrewind had sprang up but was briefly paralyzed with surprise until she seemed to find her ground and stand back up so he didn't have time to properly react. Feeling the awkwardness between them, Gyrewind's face softened and twisted into a smile and something of disbelief, humour, and sympathy.
"Are you alright?" The tom managed after a good bout of light laughter, looking up at Whiskermoon, or so he presumed, with a curled brow and a grin.

((omg- this is gonna be perfect aah- then snowys like heartbroken for sec bc he didn't know it was him and thinks that gyre forgot all about him but just tosses the thought aside bc being mistaken for a girl is kinda like a complement
watch me get confused and use female pronouns for him dear god

"Oh- Uh- Yes! Uhm, what about you?" He gave Gyrewind a smile in return for his own, though one could notice when looking at his eyes, that he felt a bit nervous, or awkward. Then he realized that question seemed a little out of the blue.

"I mean- How are you doing? You seem, uh.. Tired, and hungry?" The last part sounded more like a question because, well, he couldn't really tell if he was hungry or not. He knew it was something like hunger. No matter what it was, he was concerned. He was always worried for the ones he cared about, which would be everyone in Thunderclan, even if he didn't talk to some often. He wanted Gyre to take a break, but he was one to talk. He could take a guess of why he looked so weary and why he looked so hollow. Why else would anyone be, other than the prey shortage in Thunderclan's territory? Everyone had to work twice as hard, and some, just like Snowy, worked even harder than that. Maybe Gyre was too? Well, all he knows is that it's been a while since him and the former leader had spoken. Mostly because he didn't want to interrupt the taller tom from anything he was busy with. He was a leader after all. But now, he seemed open. He just hoped Gyre didn't forget he was alive, but he'd understand if he didn't. He was just another face in the crowd he looked over before.

[BluBunnie]

Burstpaw let his smile grow a bit. "You're not a bother," He said softly, looking into the kit's eyes with kindness and sincerity. "I'd really like to play a game with you." The apprentice backed up a little bit, aware he might be crowding the timid Mousekit. The last thing he wanted to do was scare him away, as he really did want to spend time with the kit; it'd been a while since he'd thought about anything non-training related. This'll be good for both me and him; he can made a new friend in me, and I can take a break from training and help my Clan in a different way.

Going off of his original idea, Burstpaw stood up, keeping his shy smile on his face. He turned around so his back was to Mousekit, then lay onto the ground. "It's ok; hop on. I may not be as great a badger as a warrior, but I can try." He turned his head around to give the kit a reassuring glance, saying he would make sure neither of them got hurt. "Just climb on and hold on; I promise I won't drop you." He turned his head back, then waited for the slight weight of the added cargo. He knew the kit couldn't way a whole lot, but he was only a young apprentice; he wasn't as strong as the warriors who often gave badger rides. But you won't drop him. You're strong and completely capable of doing this. Relaxing his muscles, Burstpaw waited for Mousekit's response, hoping he'd climb on and enjoy the ride.

Mousekit let out a quiet sigh of relief as the older cat backed away. His anxiety eased up a bit when he saw the kindness in Burstpaws eyes. Troubled clouded his eyes as he thought about climbing the toms back. He took a deep breath and before he could change his mind, Mousekit climbed the back of the apprentice. "O-Ok, I'm Ready." he announced, mostly to himself.

[Socks]

Socks
Tawnystream gave a nod, her kind smile still plastered on her face. "Anyone needs peace once and a while, even me." She nodded in a slight understanding, and agreement. She herself had been shy when she was a kit, only socializing with her mother and littermate. And she had often preferred to be alone to. "Yeah, drama doesn't happen when your alone! I prefer to stay out of drama mostly, its just too troubling having to be in it. I try not to upset or hurt anyone. Don't want to be in something I don't." Her tail curled around her, she wasn't going anywhere. Well, she would when the conversation ended, or to put the bones of the shrew buried when she was done with it. Which, she wasn't. And, the tom interested her a bit. In a sense, he was kinda like her when she was a kit. Only, a different gender. And.. she wasn't very blunt when she was a kit anyways.
"I suppose." He said simply, deciding to begin washing his pelt thoroughly. He licked his chest briskly, eventually moving his shoulders. He hoped the other would take this as a message that he wasn't going to talk because he really wasn't. He's decided he was done talking for the day and if he was lucky so was Tawnystream. He had better things to do than sit and gossip, like go alone and hunt for his clan, or take a nap, or finish cleaning his fur. The she-cat was merely a distraction, a pest if you will, but all pests leave some way. He nodded along as she spoke, it wasn't hard to act uninterested when you actually are.

[zinfranny]

((omg- this is gonna be perfect aah- then snowys like heartbroken for sec bc he didn't know it was him and thinks that gyre forgot all about him but just tosses the thought aside bc being mistaken for a girl is kinda like a complement
watch me get confused and use female pronouns for him dear god

"Oh- Uh- Yes! Uhm, what about you?" He gave Gyrewind a smile in return for his own, though one could notice when looking at his eyes, that he felt a bit nervous, or awkward. Then he realized that question seemed a little out of the blue.

"I mean- How are you doing? You seem, uh.. Tired, and hungry?" The last part sounded more like a question because, well, he couldn't really tell if he was hungry or not. He knew it was something like hunger. No matter what it was, he was concerned. He was always worried for the ones he cared about, which would be everyone in Thunderclan, even if he didn't talk to some often. He wanted Gyre to take a break, but he was one to talk. He could take a guess of why he looked so weary and why he looked so hollow. Why else would anyone be, other than the prey shortage in Thunderclan's territory? Everyone had to work twice as hard, and some, just like Snowy, worked even harder than that. Maybe Gyre was too? Well, all he knows is that it's been a while since him and the former leader had spoken. Mostly because he didn't want to interrupt the taller tom from anything he was busy with. He was a leader after all. But now, he seemed open. He just hoped Gyre didn't forget he was alive, but he'd understand if he didn't. He was just another face in the crowd he looked over before.

just remembered snowy talks so he confirmed has a feminine voice if gyre can mistake him for whiskermoon lmao))
Gyrewind's expression flicked with a bit of confusion at her question, but Whiskermoon seemed to realize the odd factor of it as well.
"Well, can't complain really," he gave a half-hearted chuckle, knowing how discomfort and exhaustion had become a persistent burden on ThunderClan. "Being tired and hungry is what everyone should be right now, I suppose. At least warriors and apprentices," Gyrewind's brow curled again, with a worn out looking smile as he glanced out to the slow but surely moving feline around camp. Then his bicolour gaze lifted to the sky. "Should rain soon," he commented as his eyes reflected the cloud smothered yonder. "I love the rain with all my heart, but it will be less than helpful for Halestar and her Clan. Or should I say us, since we're hunting in their territory. It's already sodden straight through- that makes two territories we can hardly find prey in."
Gyrewind was still conscious about the leaders rather then thinking of the other Clans as one mass, even much after his resignation. It had been many moons now since he had talked to any of them, but he was still fond of their differences, like the attractive, fresh-faced Russetstar with his eyes perfectly reflecting the setting sun before the gatherings, the muscular Blazingstar who he remembered thinking they should switch Clans for looking like the other's stature, and the incredibly peaceful Grousestar at the tom's and his Clan's first gathering.

[seasalt]

"I suppose." He said simply, deciding to begin washing his pelt thoroughly. He licked his chest briskly, eventually moving his shoulders. He hoped the other would take this as a message that he wasn't going to talk because he really wasn't. He's decided he was done talking for the day and if he was lucky so was Tawnystream. He had better things to do than sit and gossip, like go alone and hunt for his clan, or take a nap, or finish cleaning his fur. The she-cat was merely a distraction, a pest if you will, but all pests leave some way. He nodded along as she spoke, it wasn't hard to act uninterested when you actually are.
Tawnystream was kinda, and a bit generally hurt that Rushshade didn't want to chat, or talk anymore, nor being interested in the conversation anymore. But she understood a little bit. It was almost the end of the day anyways, so really, it was understandable they didn't want to talk. And, a lot of cats probably got annoyed at Tawnystream's nonsensical chit chat anyways. And, Rushshade probably was one of those cats. She did talk too much. A lot. And, probably would never stop if she could. Her tail twitched, and gave another small smile in Rushshade's direction. "Maybe we could chat another time?" She tilted her head at the tom, amber optics glancing at the bones of the shrew she just finished, and then focused on Rushshade.

[zinfranny]

His suggestion made Snowstar flinch despite her efforts not to, his tone of voice making the words seem like they had an annoyed edge to them. But when she looked up at him she saw his pain reflected in his eyes and knew he was suffering just as much - if not more - than she was. The young leader desperately shook her head, glancing around the clearing. Then, after a moment, she took in a soft breath and straightened up, forcing her flattened ears to pick and her fur to lie flat. "No. I'm.. Fine." It was a lie - she was anything but fine. "It's just so much. I don't know.." Her voice seemed to drop. She didn't feel like she was going to cry anymore; No, Gyrewind's reminder that she couldn't seem weak had chased away any tears, even though her heart ached, wanting to do more for her Clan.

The Siamese quietly sat down beside Gyrewind, still facing him, but her eyes were turned away. Gentle ice blue eyes flitted from one warrior to the next, and she struggled not to show the searing agony that she felt deep inside. That same hopelessness. Bubblestep's question rang in her head. Some of us are going to die, aren't we? Fighting back that same despaired feeling, Snowstar closed her eyes and seemed to jerk her head to the other side to look away, letting her eyes crack open to glare toward the ground a few paw-steps away. But the glare softened almost immediately. She wasn't pregnant. She didn't feel irritated anymore. Not annoyed. Not snappish. She just felt... Helpless. "Is this really what StarClan wanted?" The Siamese's eyes softened even more as she whispered the words, more to herself than to Gyrewind. "Do I even have what it takes to..?" She left the question unfinished and swallowed, closing her eyes again. Honestly she wasn't sure she wanted the answer to that.


Watching the leader before him transition from on the brink of breaking down to valiant and composed was like seeing a bird fly for the first time after suffering an injury. "No. I'm.. Fine." Was all Gyrewind needed to hear, even if it wasn't entirely true.
They had settled down and were sharing silence. Watching their Clanmates move slowly but surely along another taxing day made this silence just as stress-filled and concerning as if they were having a heated conversation. Gyrewind sat as neatly as a malnourished, uncomfortable cat could, which was quite not neat, but he looked stoic and riddled with unease. His face was hardened with so much worry, brow curled lightly.
Lead. Gyrewind finished Snowstar's sentence when she spoke. The tom looked back at the siamese as the conversation began again, inspecting the side of her face as she looked on. Her StarClan question gave him trouble. Gyrewind didn't disbelieve in the Clans' ancestors, he knew very much they existed. Belief and the act of following were two different things. He didn't refuse to follow StarClan, but when someone suggests a different way to eat a tie your shoes, you tend to continue tying the same way you have your whole life.
"StarClan does not want this." Gyrewind meowed with surprising confidence. "They would never hope to inflect such suffering on their Clans. It baffles me how you cats persistently believe they would.'' He paused thoughtfully. ''What decisions have you made so far to help the Clan?"

[Random Melody]

Watching the leader before him transition from on the brink of breaking down to valiant and composed was like seeing a bird fly for the first time after suffering an injury. "No. I'm.. Fine." Was all Gyrewind needed to hear, even if it wasn't entirely true.
They had settled down and were sharing silence. Watching their Clanmates move slowly but surely along another taxing day made this silence just as stress-filled and concerning as if they were having a heated conversation. Gyrewind sat as neatly as a malnourished, uncomfortable cat could, which was quite not neat, but he looked stoic and riddled with unease. His face was hardened with so much worry, brow curled lightly.
Lead. Gyrewind finished Snowstar's sentence when she spoke. The tom looked back at the siamese as the conversation began again, inspecting the side of her face as she looked on. Her StarClan question gave him trouble. Gyrewind didn't disbelieve in the Clans' ancestors, he knew very much they existed. Belief and the act of following were two different things. He didn't refuse to follow StarClan, but when someone suggests a different way to eat a tie your shoes, you tend to continue tying the same way you have your whole life.
"StarClan does not want this." Gyrewind meowed with surprising confidence. "They would never hope to inflect such suffering on their Clans. It baffles me how you cats persistently believe they would.'' He paused thoughtfully. ''What decisions have you made so far to help the Clan?"


Snowstar had turned back to watch her Clanmates, her ice blue eyes troubled. Her gaze flickered over each one, knowing how starved they were. She wanted to do more. She wanted to do so much more. But she couldn't. Maybe hunting in ShadowClan isn't enough. Snowstar's eyes darted doubtfully toward the fresh-kill pile. It seemed to get smaller and smaller by the second. Their land is flooded as it is. Maybe... Maybe.. Snowstar shook her head desperately, not liking the way her mind was headed. The Siamese shifted her black paws, curling her tail over them and lifting her gaze to the sky before dropping it again. Dad, Fernpaw, guys I don't know what to do. Please... The thought trailed off when Gyrewind's voice came into her thoughts. She almost jumped.

The young leader turned cautious blue eyes onto the former leader. She nodded gently with his words, sighing. "I know. I know. I just... Why me? Why was I chosen for this? I don't know how to lead. I don't." Her gaze flickered painfully, eyes darting down toward her paws. At his question she honestly struggled to answer, guilt flooding her in waves. Ordered every cat to hunt in flooded lands. She thought, almost bitterly. "I thought we could try hunting in ShadowClan." Snowstar said warily, her gaze flickering around the clearing. "They're in RiverClan territory for now - Their lands flooded. I figured... Maybe there'd be prey left there." Her maw twisted, setting into a grimace. "But it's still not enough.."

[MaskedBandits]

Mousekit let out a quiet sigh of relief as the older cat backed away. His anxiety eased up a bit when he saw the kindness in Burstpaws eyes. Troubled clouded his eyes as he thought about climbing the toms back. He took a deep breath and before he could change his mind, Mousekit climbed the back of the apprentice. "O-Ok, I'm Ready." he announced, mostly to himself.

Burstpaw slowly stood up once he heard the kit's confirmation. Though he knew it wasn't directed at him, he used it to know that Mousekit was in and ready to go. He's so timid, so like me... I hope he likes this. Once he was fully upright, he turned his head around and looked the tom in the eye, a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth. "I'll go slower if you want me to," He said, hoping to give the kit and air of control. "If I'm going to fast, just let me know and I'll slow for you." Turned his head back around, he looked on at all of the cats in the clearing. It was quite crowded, so crossing the whole length of it was out of the question, but if he stayed by the apprentice's den and the nursery, he'd have enough room to give Mousekit a decent badger ride. Now go before you change your mind!

And they were off. Burstpaw charged forward, starting out at a fast jog and moving on to a run as he neared the nursery. He ran like he was chasing an opponent; he ran fast, of course, but not so quickly he'd trip over his paws. The ground flew by, the vines and bushes making up the walls blurring together, but as he approached the nursery, he started to turn, making it so they didn't have to end the ride once they reached the den. He made his turn slowly, only tilting his body slightly to the side. The last thing he wanted was for Mousekit to get hurt, as he'd never forgive himself if he did. Don't think about that. Just keep going the way you are. So he did. Burstpaw kept going, keeping his eyes open for sudden obstacles and his ears open if the kit on his back were to say anything.

[Random Melody]

Snowstar silently made her way to the Highpeak, grimacing from exhaustion. But no, she couldn't sleep. Whenever she tried she was haunted by nightmares, her Clan dying around her while she could do nothing more but watch as they starved, and days went on, on, and on, until finally.... Snowstar hissed out a soft breath and shook the thoughts from her mind. Today was going to be a good day. Three new kits becoming apprentices - StarClan knew the Clan needed it. So, the she-cat sighed and cleared her throat. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highpeak for a Clan meeting!" The yowl was simple, ringing out over her Clanmates, and she took in a soft breath.

"Today we have three kits ready to become apprentices." Luckily enough. Snowstar thought with a wry smile before continuing.

@Boba Fett (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=3338)

"Bingo," She gestured the Tom kit forward. "You've reached the age of six moons. From this moment on, you will be an apprentice." She stared at him for the longest time. Maybe when he was a warrior, he'd want a proper Clan name. Shaking her head, she turned to the cats. "Chameleonpaws ( @Chameleon (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=136) ), you will mentor Bingo. I hope you pass down all you know onto him." She purred, before turning to the others. Already she was in a better mood.

Flameleaf @Bad Wolf (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=158)

"Mangokit, Hiddenkit," Snowstar gestured them forward. "You two are also ready to become apprentices. Mangokit, you will be known as Mangopaw." She smiled gently before nodding to the warriors. "Kiwituft ( @Bad Wolf (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=158) ), you will mentor Mangopaw. I trust you'll teach her all you know." She took a breath and turned to the next kit.

"Hiddenkit, you will be known as Hiddenpaw. Ravenwind, ( @Fern (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=3306) ) you will mentor Hiddenpaw. I trust you to pass down all you know onto her." With this, Snowstar took a deep breath. "Clan dismissed." She yowled, making her way back down the Highpeak in silence.

[SuspiciousMindz]

"So dramatic, Minty-boo," Ottertail tried again after seeing that his last nickname had brought no reaction from the she cat. "Though I guess that performance deserves a reward." Rolling off of her, the fluffy Maine Coon flicked her lightly with his tail and smiled at her. A game. Just a game, was something that everyone needed. And he was no exception. At the moment, other then the general problems with the Clan, life was fine for Ottertail. In fact - he hadn't really had anything personally scarring happen to him in a long time, just the general things that had happened to everyone else. The Evil Era. SkyClan coming. This shortage of prey. Those things were definitely scarring, but not only to him... they affected everyone. The tom tried to think of something to do now. At the moment he couldn't think of a game to play, really... for him, the funniest thing was the change in his friend. She seemed so shy until she started warming up to him again, and then it was like a totally different cat had control of her mind. But Ottertail didn't mind. He never minded.

Mintberry inhaled deeply and rolled back over. "Thank the powers above! They brought me back to life!" she exclaimed dramatically. Although she couldn't let this nickname slide. "Minty-boo?" she repeated, scowling in his direction. "I don't remember ever being called such a thing!" she spoke, giving him a shove with one of her forepaws before rolling back onto her side and watching the fluffy feline. "So it's fluff-butt and Minty-boo then, eh? Well we shall rule the nickname kingdom at this point" she purred amused. Her whiskers twitched a little bit as she rolled then onto her back. Her paws were limp as they stuck up in the air, her tail flicking back and forth as she thought to herself. "Now, what, fluff-butt?" she asked, watching the sky at this point.

[Tundra]

[O.O]

Mangokit leaped to her paws as her name was called. Oh! The kit waved her tail in excitement, then turned to Kiwituft {That is on Patrol} and touched noses with her new mentor. Mangopaw's eyes lit up with joy and she had to force herself to keep her paws on the ground. This is the best day of my life!

[Blue Jay]

{ Aura }

Snowfall flopped onto her back after a decent sleep. She didn't feel like getting up; the fuzzy warmth of Sprucefur tempted her to go back to a peaceful sleep. But, she forced herself into a sitting position anyway, her mind groggy and eyes blurred.

After a simple stretch and a quick grooming session to look presentable, the she-cat harshly prodded the tom beside her directly on the spine with a claw to hopefully wake him up. "You need to learn to wake up before me," She said, a weak smile leisurely fabricating on her face. She noticed that her front left leg was aching whenever she moved it. Must've slept on it, she decided, her mind still foggy.

[Empress Of Evil]

Owlstone nodded," there's less prey on the fresh kill pile I've noticed and it seems the two legs are expanding the thunderpath. And yes I loved chasing leaves a kit." She meowed.

"I went hunting this morning. Although it won’t be long before the pile is nothing once more,” Honeyvenom remarked, her amber hues briefly glancing at the pile. It was at a decent height but she could already imagine it becoming lower and lower.

Nettleclaw watched as Bearpaw manages to slip between them and get away. Well almost, he does have to deal with his chores. He waves his tail in frustration, just like Bearpaw, if he lets Echospeck slip by him, he wont have chores, he'll take Silvercloud away from him! "I can't let him get away with it. Im not going to just watch this happen to me." he murmers aloud to himself, then looks back to Briarwish, seriousness in his eyes, "Ill catch him, and Ill fight him for her."

Briarwish watched the tom with boredly, yet with a tint of curiosity in her eyes. She didn’t know much about Nettleclaw’s situation, for she had only just met him, but she knew enough. "Well um, good for you?” Briarwish said with uncertainty. She had never been one for such….dramatic words. She found them too corny for her liking. "Well, if you want to do anything, you’ll need to find them first. So you stalk your crush more of course,” She said, adding the last part to herself. Oh how she loved teasing her clan mates. She didn’t really care how her words affected others. She could say something mean to a sensitive cat and she wouldn’t notice if they were bawling their eyes out. She whipped around and started padding towards the entrance. She paused at the entrance to turn her head and see if he was coming.

The warm smile she gave him made the feline smile back. After the stress of worrying about Minnowstripe for what seemed like ages, this was a lot like a warm, but not too hot day... just pleasant. It had been a while since the tom had even dared to so much as look at another she cat, let alone talk to one, but Honeyvenom seemed so sweet. "Yeah... I'm a little worried, though, with the construction going on and everything. I wish the twolegs would stay away from our territory, but..." His voice trailed off and he gave a shrug as though to say 'what do you do?' It wasn't like Leafsparks was exactly socially awkward, but having not spoken to another she cat in a while definitely gave his conversational skills with Honeyvenom something to be desired. Conversations with Minnowstripe had always been easy - just find something to ramble about, let her make her comments, and agree with things that she said, or talk to her as though she were a fragile doll. Compliments and such.

It didn't seem quite appropriate in this situation, however, and the tom knew better then to start on something like that. Her question startled him, not to mention sent his mind reeling for a quick and effortless answer. "Uhh..." Smooth as silk, Leafsparks. Yep, he was one of a kind alright. Right now he was sort of wishing he had never broken up with the familiar she cat, maybe she could have given him lessons or something. Except she was way different then this one. And so Leafsparks wasn't quite sure what to do. Now was generally a time when he would throw in a compliment or something, but again, he knew better then to try doing that with Honeyvenom. She just didn't seem like the type you should try and rush things on. And it was so much more different then what he was used to that honestly, Leafsparks didn't even know what to do. Should he... just answer her?

"Just a situation I had earlier today that I realized is cleared up now. Kind of a late realization, but..." Again, he shrugged and thought if that was accurate. Yeah, it sounded about right. He had also sort of been in shock like he couldn't believe he had just done that. That had been one of the dumbest things he had ever done, and also the smartest. Probably one of the bravest as well, Leafsparks wasn't exactly cowardly but he was no hero. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I was sort of lost in thought." The tom responded, wondering if that was accurate as well. Yep. Definitely a little lost in thought. He was still thinking about how things were going to go in the future, and if he was going to be alright... chances were, not really. Minnowstripe had cast some pretty lasting scars on his mental health, and he might be paranoid - but then again, freedom always came at a price. Everything did. And while he wasn't quite sure about this price, it was a nice to be free once more all the the same. No matter what the price might be.

The smile that the ginger tabby owned seemed to have magical powers. It seemed so sweet and warm that you wanted to melt and feel like everything was okay. "There’s nothing we can do about it but hope to StarClan that they don’t stay for too long,” Honeyvenom said, nodding her head in agreement. It was scary knowing that the twolegs were slowly edging closer and closer towards their territory. She didn’t like knowing that they were threatening their prey, and therefore, threatening them in the process. The warrior wanted to do something about it, but what could she possibly do to stop them? She was just a cat. Honeyvenom hadn’t tried conversing with a twoleg before, but she had heard stories and she had heard that they spoke a language different to theirs. But even if she could speak to and understand the twolegs, it wasn’t like the idea of it was very pleasant. Why would she want to talk to weird furless creatures that walked around on their back paws? It was just too weird for her.

At his….response, Honeyvenom couldn’t help but regret her actions. She didn’t want to stress him into saying something he wasn’t totally willing to say. But then again, she wasn’t stressing him out at all. She had simply asked a question. And so, that meant she didn’t have to feel guilty for her actions. For a moment, she considered telling him that he didn’t have to answer. But, the curiosity got the better of her and she didn’t think of it for much longer. She had already dared to ask the question, so why wipe away the opportunity to know what he was going through? She pushed the suggestion to the end of her mind and waited patiently for his reply.

"Oh okay. That makes sense,” Honeyvenom said, not dwelling on the topic for much longer. It made no sense to her. She understood what he had said, but at the same time, she was confused as she didn’t know what exactly he was talking about. If he had told her what he was talking about, everything would’ve been so much easier to understand. Still, she pressed the matter no further. "I get that all the time,” She said. Honeyvenom would often get lost in her thoughts and it would take something familiar or loud to knock her back into reality. But the ginger tabby wasn’t considered to be that cat that typically lost herself in her thoughts. Oh no, she knew cats who lost themselves in their thoughts a lot more than she did. For example, her friend Stormstrike. She wasn’t that close with the tom, but she knew him to be that cat who was always losing his grip on reality. He just couldn’t help but lose himself in his imagination. Honeyvenom, wasn’t quite like him. She was less likely to lose herself.


{Lightningbugkit, Ashkit, Cerisekit, & Fireflykit}
Empress Of Evil

"Ashkit. That's a fitting name!" The golden kit meowed, nodding his head to the gray tabby. As he saw Fireflykit bound off, his ears went back slightly, and he turned back to Ashkit. "Excuse the rudeness of my brother,
he... Doesn't do well with sitting still." That wasn't the exact way to explain it, but Lightningbugkit didn't know the she-cat well enough to trust her with pouring out all the information on his family to her. It's not that he was an untrustworthy cat, it's just that he thought of himself as smart. And smart was getting to know another before he just blabbed about his whole life story. The silence between the two seemed a bit awkward, and Lightningbugkit hated awkward situations. "Are there any specific games you really like that you would want to play?" He asked, flicking his tail in the air casually.

All of the sudden though, a red-furred she-kit bounded up to the two. Lightningbugkit's green eyes flicked over to her, but upon seeing her he made a full turn of his head. With her red fur glowing in the sunlight, and her eyes shining bright as she introduced herself, Lightningbugkit was slightly awestruck. Still being a young cat, he hadn't seen many different coat colors in his lifetime yet. Her full red coat was enough to make him stare for a moment. But he quickly recovered himself as she swooped her tail underneath her chin. "Uh,
yeah, hi." He said dumbly. Shaking his head, Lightningbugkit averted his gaze for a moment to glance back at Ashkit, then once more at Cerisekit. "I am Lightningbugkit." He meowed simply, his green eyes wandering over to his brother. "And yeah, I guess twins would be the way to put it?"

One thing was for sure, Lightningbugkit did not do so well when he was surprised by a glossy ginger feline.


Constellation

Ashkit scowled at the tom cat. She could already tell that she was not going to get along well with him. "You could at least try to be nice,” Ashkit spat at him. Her cheeriness gone just like that, replaced with a fiery anger. She nodded as she turned her attention back to Lightningbugkit, replacing her scowl with the warm smile that had been there moments ago. Her pale green gaze momentarily flickered over to the other tom cat, fury crashing back into her eyes for that small second as she spotted him, before she returned her gaze to Lightningbugkit. He was a lot more pleasant. "I figured,” Ashkit said, nodding her head. "I’ll play anything really. I don’t know many games. Probably because no one ever wants to play with me. I’m not sure why though,” Ashkit said, the last part supposedly for her own ears.

Ashkit’s pondering was suddenly interrupted as another feline came bounding along. Her gaze switched to focus on her and she tilted her head curiously. Her pelt was a vibrant red and she had a confident aura to her. "I’m Ashkit,” The tabby said. The she-cat wasn’t quite sure how she should feel about this newcomer. She seemed so confident and loud, two traits that she didn’t normally wear well. Should she like her? Or should she immediately despise her? Ashkit was one to immediately judge a cat and work out how she should feel about them. It was a habit. She needed to know how to feel about someone, otherwise, her emotions and feelings would get all muddled up. This was one of those times where she was uncertain with herself. Cerisekit seemed nice, yet there was something about her that made her want to not like her.

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Duststorm
With a plump rabbit clutched in her jaws, Silvercloud padded into the camp. It had taken all morning to find this piece of prey, but she was proud of her efforts. It was a fine catch and it would feed a few mouths. She headed over to the fresh kill pile and deposited her catch, and in turn took a wren. Taken the bird between her jaws, she walked over to a quiet part of the camp clearing where she would be able to eat her food in peace. Her belly grumbled loudly and for a few seconds, she glanced around, wondering if anyone had heard that. The only food she’d eaten so far today was a small morsel of mouse, which she ate at dawn. With the sun nearly at sun high, she was starving and she could eat and finish prey the size of a fox. Yet, she had only taken a small piece of prey to eat. Perhaps it wasn’t her wisest choice. Even though she knew the elders and queens needed to eat before her, she believed she deserved more food. Sighing through the fur, she said down and started plucking the feathers off, placing them as a neat mound next to the bird. The problem with birds was their feathers made it that little bit harder to eat them. A few moments later, she had cleared off a decent amount of feathers and so, she started to eat. Her bites were small but quick. She wanted to finish her meal before someone came along and disturbed her peace. She didn’t like eating with someone chatting right next to her ear.

[lone]

"I went hunting this morning. Although it won’t be long before the pile is nothing once more,” Honeyvenom remarked, her amber hues briefly glancing at the pile. It was at a decent height but she could already imagine it becoming lower and lower.



Briarwish watched the tom with boredly, yet with a tint of curiosity in her eyes. She didn’t know much about Nettleclaw’s situation, for she had only just met him, but she knew enough. "Well um, good for you?” Briarwish said with uncertainty. She had never been one for such….dramatic words. She found them too corny for her liking. "Well, if you want to do anything, you’ll need to find them first. So you stalk your crush more of course,” She said, adding the last part to herself. Oh how she loved teasing her clan mates. She didn’t really care how her words affected others. She could say something mean to a sensitive cat and she wouldn’t notice if they were bawling their eyes out. She whipped around and started padding towards the entrance. She paused at the entrance to turn her head and see if he was coming.



The smile that the ginger tabby owned seemed to have magical powers. It seemed so sweet and warm that you wanted to melt and feel like everything was okay. "There’s nothing we can do about it but hope to StarClan that they don’t stay for too long,” Honeyvenom said, nodding her head in agreement. It was scary knowing that the twolegs were slowly edging closer and closer towards their territory. She didn’t like knowing that they were threatening their prey, and therefore, threatening them in the process. The warrior wanted to do something about it, but what could she possibly do to stop them? She was just a cat. Honeyvenom hadn’t tried conversing with a twoleg before, but she had heard stories and she had heard that they spoke a language different to theirs. But even if she could speak to and understand the twolegs, it wasn’t like the idea of it was very pleasant. Why would she want to talk to weird furless creatures that walked around on their back paws? It was just too weird for her.

At his….response, Honeyvenom couldn’t help but regret her actions. She didn’t want to stress him into saying something he wasn’t totally willing to say. But then again, she wasn’t stressing him out at all. She had simply asked a question. And so, that meant she didn’t have to feel guilty for her actions. For a moment, she considered telling him that he didn’t have to answer. But, the curiosity got the better of her and she didn’t think of it for much longer. She had already dared to ask the question, so why wipe away the opportunity to know what he was going through? She pushed the suggestion to the end of her mind and waited patiently for his reply.

"Oh okay. That makes sense,” Honeyvenom said, not dwelling on the topic for much longer. It made no sense to her. She understood what he had said, but at the same time, she was confused as she didn’t know what exactly he was talking about. If he had told her what he was talking about, everything would’ve been so much easier to understand. Still, she pressed the matter no further. "I get that all the time,” She said. Honeyvenom would often get lost in her thoughts and it would take something familiar or loud to knock her back into reality. But the ginger tabby wasn’t considered to be that cat that typically lost herself in her thoughts. Oh no, she knew cats who lost themselves in their thoughts a lot more than she did. For example, her friend Stormstrike. She wasn’t that close with the tom, but she knew him to be that cat who was always losing his grip on reality. He just couldn’t help but lose himself in his imagination. Honeyvenom, wasn’t quite like him. She was less likely to lose herself.



Constellation

Ashkit scowled at the tom cat. She could already tell that she was not going to get along well with him. "You could at least try to be nice,” Ashkit spat at him. Her cheeriness gone just like that, replaced with a fiery anger. She nodded as she turned her attention back to Lightningbugkit, replacing her scowl with the warm smile that had been there moments ago. Her pale green gaze momentarily flickered over to the other tom cat, fury crashing back into her eyes for that small second as she spotted him, before she returned her gaze to Lightningbugkit. He was a lot more pleasant. "I figured,” Ashkit said, nodding her head. "I’ll play anything really. I don’t know many games. Probably because no one ever wants to play with me. I’m not sure why though,” Ashkit said, the last part supposedly for her own ears.

Ashkit’s pondering was suddenly interrupted as another feline came bounding along. Her gaze switched to focus on her and she tilted her head curiously. Her pelt was a vibrant red and she had a confident aura to her. "I’m Ashkit,” The tabby said. The she-cat wasn’t quite sure how she should feel about this newcomer. She seemed so confident and loud, two traits that she didn’t normally wear well. Should she like her? Or should she immediately despise her? Ashkit was one to immediately judge a cat and work out how she should feel about them. It was a habit. She needed to know how to feel about someone, otherwise, her emotions and feelings would get all muddled up. This was one of those times where she was uncertain with herself. Cerisekit seemed nice, yet there was something about her that made her want to not like her.

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Duststorm
With a plump rabbit clutched in her jaws, Silvercloud padded into the camp. It had taken all morning to find this piece of prey, but she was proud of her efforts. It was a fine catch and it would feed a few mouths. She headed over to the fresh kill pile and deposited her catch, and in turn took a wren. Taken the bird between her jaws, she walked over to a quiet part of the camp clearing where she would be able to eat her food in peace. Her belly grumbled loudly and for a few seconds, she glanced around, wondering if anyone had heard that. The only food she’d eaten so far today was a small morsel of mouse, which she ate at dawn. With the sun nearly at sun high, she was starving and she could eat and finish prey the size of a fox. Yet, she had only taken a small piece of prey to eat. Perhaps it wasn’t her wisest choice. Even though she knew the elders and queens needed to eat before her, she believed she deserved more food. Sighing through the fur, she said down and started plucking the feathers off, placing them as a neat mound next to the bird. The problem with birds was their feathers made it that little bit harder to eat them. A few moments later, she had cleared off a decent amount of feathers and so, she started to eat. Her bites were small but quick. She wanted to finish her meal before someone came along and disturbed her peace. She didn’t like eating with someone chatting right next to her ear.
"Oh," Was his simple one word response to Honeyvenom's words. 'Oh?' What is wrong with you? For some reason, Leafsparks just seemed to be out of it. Despite his newfound freedom, and how much he realized he had missed just talking to other she cats, the tom didn't seem to feel too happy. It was like becoming free, only to find that he was still not truly able to engage in pleasant conversations because... what, had he forgotten how? That wouldn't even make sense! Yet it was the very thing that seemed to be going on, Leafsparks actually appeared to have forgotten how to engage in a pleasant conversation! His dark irises flashed with deep embarassment and the tom gave a small chuckle. "Um, so, do you like to do a lot of things?" Leafsparks attempted a smile, finally feeling a little calmer.

As he'd already had to tell himself earlier, it wasn't as though his "ex" would come barreling around a corner and crash into him, screaming at him about the fact that he was talking to another she cat. Oh, for - it's not going to be the end of the world! He was annoyed with himself. Was there ever going to be a time when he felt really and truly free? Probably not, not at this rate, anyways. The tip of Leafspark's tail flicked nervously. He felt like he was on borrowed time, except his mind was perfectly aware that he wasn't.

"Uh... you, um, want to maybe get out of here?" Leafsparks felt like he was being watched. Everyone looked like their eyes were on him, and it was making the tom highly uncomfortable. He felt as though he was never going to be able to get a moment alone. Never going to be able to just realize that he was okay. But, if he were to get out with Honeyvenom, maybe he would feel more okay. He liked the she cat. She was pretty, and she looked really smart, and she had this sort of calm air around her that was nice. Everything that Minnowtail hadn't been. Everything that, had she been, Leafsparks would have been satisfied to stay with her for good. But as it was, he was with this she cat. This could end up being the best choice or the worst mistake that the tom had ever made, and honestly? He couldn't wait to find out which one it was going to be.


Mintberry inhaled deeply and rolled back over. "Thank the powers above! They brought me back to life!" she exclaimed dramatically. Although she couldn't let this nickname slide. "Minty-boo?" she repeated, scowling in his direction. "I don't remember ever being called such a thing!" she spoke, giving him a shove with one of her forepaws before rolling back onto her side and watching the fluffy feline. "So it's fluff-butt and Minty-boo then, eh? Well we shall rule the nickname kingdom at this point" she purred amused. Her whiskers twitched a little bit as she rolled then onto her back. Her paws were limp as they stuck up in the air, her tail flicking back and forth as she thought to herself. "Now, what, fluff-butt?" she asked, watching the sky at this point.

The dramatic exclamation had the Maine Coon laughing, and his irises twinkled in amusement. "Yeah, they did it so I could flop on you again," He teased, getting to his paws and looking for a moment like he was going to repeat the same maneuver before he paused and cocked his head to the side, studying her before he laughed again, shoving her back. "Silly, of course we will, Minty-boo! My title shall be The Mighty Leader Fluff-Butt - what's yours?" His irises continued twinkling - most of the time, they never stopped when he was with his best friend. He wondered how she had come up with the nickname fluff-butt - true, his butt might be fluffy, but not any more then the rest of him! Still, part of him didn't mind. It was fluff-butt and Minty-boo now. "Hmm... now... well, we could try hunting or something - or I can flop on you again, you're very comfortable. Let's see, what else could we do..." That familiar spark entered his eyes and the tom continued in the same thoughtful tone. "...we can get me a girlfriend, get you a boyfriend, find mates..." He added with a playfully sly smirk on his maw.

actually debating whether or not to apply him for Mint's love interest

[Mango]

"I went hunting this morning. Although it won’t be long before the pile is nothing once more,” Honeyvenom remarked, her amber hues briefly glancing at the pile. It was at a decent height but she could already imagine it becoming lower and lower.



Briarwish watched the tom with boredly, yet with a tint of curiosity in her eyes. She didn’t know much about Nettleclaw’s situation, for she had only just met him, but she knew enough. "Well um, good for you?” Briarwish said with uncertainty. She had never been one for such….dramatic words. She found them too corny for her liking. "Well, if you want to do anything, you’ll need to find them first. So you stalk your crush more of course,” She said, adding the last part to herself. Oh how she loved teasing her clan mates. She didn’t really care how her words affected others. She could say something mean to a sensitive cat and she wouldn’t notice if they were bawling their eyes out. She whipped around and started padding towards the entrance. She paused at the entrance to turn her head and see if he was coming.



The smile that the ginger tabby owned seemed to have magical powers. It seemed so sweet and warm that you wanted to melt and feel like everything was okay. "There’s nothing we can do about it but hope to StarClan that they don’t stay for too long,” Honeyvenom said, nodding her head in agreement. It was scary knowing that the twolegs were slowly edging closer and closer towards their territory. She didn’t like knowing that they were threatening their prey, and therefore, threatening them in the process. The warrior wanted to do something about it, but what could she possibly do to stop them? She was just a cat. Honeyvenom hadn’t tried conversing with a twoleg before, but she had heard stories and she had heard that they spoke a language different to theirs. But even if she could speak to and understand the twolegs, it wasn’t like the idea of it was very pleasant. Why would she want to talk to weird furless creatures that walked around on their back paws? It was just too weird for her.

At his….response, Honeyvenom couldn’t help but regret her actions. She didn’t want to stress him into saying something he wasn’t totally willing to say. But then again, she wasn’t stressing him out at all. She had simply asked a question. And so, that meant she didn’t have to feel guilty for her actions. For a moment, she considered telling him that he didn’t have to answer. But, the curiosity got the better of her and she didn’t think of it for much longer. She had already dared to ask the question, so why wipe away the opportunity to know what he was going through? She pushed the suggestion to the end of her mind and waited patiently for his reply.

"Oh okay. That makes sense,” Honeyvenom said, not dwelling on the topic for much longer. It made no sense to her. She understood what he had said, but at the same time, she was confused as she didn’t know what exactly he was talking about. If he had told her what he was talking about, everything would’ve been so much easier to understand. Still, she pressed the matter no further. "I get that all the time,” She said. Honeyvenom would often get lost in her thoughts and it would take something familiar or loud to knock her back into reality. But the ginger tabby wasn’t considered to be that cat that typically lost herself in her thoughts. Oh no, she knew cats who lost themselves in their thoughts a lot more than she did. For example, her friend Stormstrike. She wasn’t that close with the tom, but she knew him to be that cat who was always losing his grip on reality. He just couldn’t help but lose himself in his imagination. Honeyvenom, wasn’t quite like him. She was less likely to lose herself.



Constellation

Ashkit scowled at the tom cat. She could already tell that she was not going to get along well with him. "You could at least try to be nice,” Ashkit spat at him. Her cheeriness gone just like that, replaced with a fiery anger. She nodded as she turned her attention back to Lightningbugkit, replacing her scowl with the warm smile that had been there moments ago. Her pale green gaze momentarily flickered over to the other tom cat, fury crashing back into her eyes for that small second as she spotted him, before she returned her gaze to Lightningbugkit. He was a lot more pleasant. "I figured,” Ashkit said, nodding her head. "I’ll play anything really. I don’t know many games. Probably because no one ever wants to play with me. I’m not sure why though,” Ashkit said, the last part supposedly for her own ears.

Ashkit’s pondering was suddenly interrupted as another feline came bounding along. Her gaze switched to focus on her and she tilted her head curiously. Her pelt was a vibrant red and she had a confident aura to her. "I’m Ashkit,” The tabby said. The she-cat wasn’t quite sure how she should feel about this newcomer. She seemed so confident and loud, two traits that she didn’t normally wear well. Should she like her? Or should she immediately despise her? Ashkit was one to immediately judge a cat and work out how she should feel about them. It was a habit. She needed to know how to feel about someone, otherwise, her emotions and feelings would get all muddled up. This was one of those times where she was uncertain with herself. Cerisekit seemed nice, yet there was something about her that made her want to not like her.

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Duststorm
With a plump rabbit clutched in her jaws, Silvercloud padded into the camp. It had taken all morning to find this piece of prey, but she was proud of her efforts. It was a fine catch and it would feed a few mouths. She headed over to the fresh kill pile and deposited her catch, and in turn took a wren. Taken the bird between her jaws, she walked over to a quiet part of the camp clearing where she would be able to eat her food in peace. Her belly grumbled loudly and for a few seconds, she glanced around, wondering if anyone had heard that. The only food she’d eaten so far today was a small morsel of mouse, which she ate at dawn. With the sun nearly at sun high, she was starving and she could eat and finish prey the size of a fox. Yet, she had only taken a small piece of prey to eat. Perhaps it wasn’t her wisest choice. Even though she knew the elders and queens needed to eat before her, she believed she deserved more food. Sighing through the fur, she said down and started plucking the feathers off, placing them as a neat mound next to the bird. The problem with birds was their feathers made it that little bit harder to eat them. A few moments later, she had cleared off a decent amount of feathers and so, she started to eat. Her bites were small but quick. She wanted to finish her meal before someone came along and disturbed her peace. She didn’t like eating with someone chatting right next to her ear.
Owlstone nodded," Yeah, I can guess, I wish I could help, atleast there are more apprentices. And we have alot of kits in the nursery who'll be able to help in at least six moons, though I feel Right now isn't the time to be having kits as there is a prey shortage and we don't want to split the prey more, we don't want the warriors starving due to having 100 kits and 50 elders..."

[lone]

The nursery was, quite surprisingly, one of Vixenkit's favorite places. It was a good place to sit and watch. And, an excellent place to meet new victi- friends. She had to remember, they were friends, not her victims. And with Oriolekit out of the way, and Beetlekit not having as much luck without his "lucky partner in crime," Vixenkit was free to do as she wished. The multicolored cat was observing, at the moment, watching the world go by and thinking of what she wanted to do tomorrow. Or today. It was still fairly early, and the day would have enough time left in it for her to do something. Perhaps it was time to make a friend. A partner, or a new toy. A new toy was preferable - honestly, the she cat didn't understand why you would want friends. They were competition. If they were with you, wouldn't others like them better then you? Until they were eliminated. Stupid Oriolekit, hanging around with that tom all the time, and now look what had happened! Though honestly, Vixenkit's relationship with her sister had been shaky. It wasn't like she was heartbroken. The she cat who was known for being bratty, bossy, and manipulative, was alone. And honestly, she could almost wish that Oriolekit and Beetlekit were here, just so she wouldn't have to sit there and listen to the pathetic playing of other kits. The cheerful giggles. Ugh. She wasn't focused on playing - although had she wanted to, Vixenkit would have played all she wanted. Oh yes, she was confusing. She got what she wanted when she wanted it. She did what she wanted when she wanted to. But when she didn't need, or want something, well... that was a whole other story. Couldn't anyone focus on her good qualities? She was strategic, and intelligent, and... yeah, maybe the bad ones were more interesting. Wasn't that just the way the story always went, though?

Mystical

[Cosmo]

The nursery was, quite surprisingly, one of Vixenkit's favorite places. It was a good place to sit and watch. And, an excellent place to meet new victi- friends. She had to remember, they were friends, not her victims. And with Oriolekit out of the way, and Beetlekit not having as much luck without his "lucky partner in crime," Vixenkit was free to do as she wished. The multicolored cat was observing, at the moment, watching the world go by and thinking of what she wanted to do tomorrow. Or today. It was still fairly early, and the day would have enough time left in it for her to do something. Perhaps it was time to make a friend. A partner, or a new toy. A new toy was preferable - honestly, the she cat didn't understand why you would want friends. They were competition. If they were with you, wouldn't others like them better then you? Until they were eliminated. Stupid Oriolekit, hanging around with that tom all the time, and now look what had happened! Though honestly, Vixenkit's relationship with her sister had been shaky. It wasn't like she was heartbroken. The she cat who was known for being bratty, bossy, and manipulative, was alone. And honestly, she could almost wish that Oriolekit and Beetlekit were here, just so she wouldn't have to sit there and listen to the pathetic playing of other kits. The cheerful giggles. Ugh. She wasn't focused on playing - although had she wanted to, Vixenkit would have played all she wanted. Oh yes, she was confusing. She got what she wanted when she wanted it. She did what she wanted when she wanted to. But when she didn't need, or want something, well... that was a whole other story. Couldn't anyone focus on her good qualities? She was strategic, and intelligent, and... yeah, maybe the bad ones were more interesting. Wasn't that just the way the story always went, though?

Mystical

If you think hard about it, the world can be a surprisingly irritating place. Quietkit, was quiet. But with a neglectful mother and a father in a different clan, why wouldn't you be? And the truth was, quieter cats have more interesting things going on in their minds. Quietkit's case was that one. When he sat still, as far away from his mothers nest as he could get, he could hear a lot more. Think. Understand. He had finally been able to sneak away from his siblings, as charming as they were they weren't everything they were cut out to be. Starkit, well, honestly he didn't like her that much. She was caring, and he loved her as much as he would a normal sister, but honestly he saw her as Birchfur's favorite. If his mother even cared for him and his siblings. But Starkit, StarClan, I mean, how unfair is that? Quietkit wasn't the type of cat to judge cats, but when you were as quiet as he was, you really had nothing better to do. The to sighed, and averted his gaze to the ground. He shouldn't be thinking about his siblings that way. Patchkit was alright, Starkit was okay, he had nothing to say about Fernkit. Neutral view right? Will, yes it was, but the view you should have on your siblings is a loving one. Not a "they're okay" view that he had. He sighed again, turning his gaze around the nursery for any random cat who might want to play with him. No one, just as I- A multi-colored pelt caught his eye. It was a she-kit, from the look of her she was older than him, but with all his fluff he looked about as big as her. Slowly, Quietkit approached her. He had seen Starkit do this a million times, it was called making friends. But if he failed, he had a backup plan, sneak away.

[zinfranny]

Snowstar had turned back to watch her Clanmates, her ice blue eyes troubled. Her gaze flickered over each one, knowing how starved they were. She wanted to do more. She wanted to do so much more. But she couldn't. Maybe hunting in ShadowClan isn't enough. Snowstar's eyes darted doubtfully toward the fresh-kill pile. It seemed to get smaller and smaller by the second. Their land is flooded as it is. Maybe... Maybe.. Snowstar shook her head desperately, not liking the way her mind was headed. The Siamese shifted her black paws, curling her tail over them and lifting her gaze to the sky before dropping it again. Dad, Fernpaw, guys I don't know what to do. Please... The thought trailed off when Gyrewind's voice came into her thoughts. She almost jumped.

The young leader turned cautious blue eyes onto the former leader. She nodded gently with his words, sighing. "I know. I know. I just... Why me? Why was I chosen for this? I don't know how to lead. I don't." Her gaze flickered painfully, eyes darting down toward her paws. At his question she honestly struggled to answer, guilt flooding her in waves. Ordered every cat to hunt in flooded lands. She thought, almost bitterly. "I thought we could try hunting in ShadowClan." Snowstar said warily, her gaze flickering around the clearing. "They're in RiverClan territory for now - Their lands flooded. I figured... Maybe there'd be prey left there." Her maw twisted, setting into a grimace. "But it's still not enough.."


Gyrewind's eyes lightly squinted at his Clanmates. After several moments in thought, the tom grew agitated- but didn't let it show through. He dropped his original intention to get to his new found point. Snowstar won't get anywhere if she keeps doubting herself like I did.
"It's time to stop asking the same question over and over again. Doesn't matter if you think StarClan chose you as deputy or I did, but you're leader now nonetheless, and nobody's going to give you the answer to your question. You wont be able to drive this Clan if you keep saying you can't lead or asking countless times 'why me, StarClan!' like a kit. You need to stop acting like every other young leader and suck it up, jump into the saddle and lead." Gyrewind stared down at her sharply, his voice lacking the sensitive tone he had before and indicated he wanted to make this point clear. Between their already weary state and the dive in the situation's warmth, tension began to crackle.
In his head, Gyrewind knew he meant no harm. He was tired and unfed and truthfully didn't want to stir anything up, but he knew better then to try and kiss Snowstar's feelings. Gyrewind wanted her to stop thinking so childishly, and although they had no control over when this period of famine would pass, he wasn't going to let his leader weep over it.

[Random Melody]

Gyrewind's eyes lightly squinted at his Clanmates. After several moments in thought, the tom grew agitated- but didn't let it show through. He dropped his original intention to get to his new found point. Snowstar won't get anywhere if she keeps doubting herself like I did.
"It's time to stop asking the same question over and over again. Doesn't matter if you think StarClan chose you as deputy or I did, but you're leader now nonetheless, and nobody's going to give you the answer to your question. You wont be able to drive this Clan if you keep saying you can't lead or asking countless times 'why me, StarClan!' like a kit. You need to stop acting like every other young leader and suck it up, jump into the saddle and lead." Gyrewind stared down at her sharply, his voice lacking the sensitive tone he had before and indicated he wanted to make this point clear. Between their already weary state and the dive in the situation's warmth, tension began to crackle.
In his head, Gyrewind knew he meant no harm. He was tired and unfed and truthfully didn't want to stir anything up, but he knew better then to try and kiss Snowstar's feelings. Gyrewind wanted her to stop thinking so childishly, and although they had no control over when this period of famine would pass, he wasn't going to let his leader weep over it.


Snowstar sat in stunned silence as he spoke, but he seemed to have gotten his point across anyway. Her face flushed with immediate guilt, knowing he was right, knowing she was acting like a kit. After guilt, anger for herself followed, and her eyes narrowed. The helpless look was gone, replaced with determination. She didn't have time to sit around and wonder why she'd been chosen. He was right. What mattered was now. Was that she was leader; Her Clan needed her to suck it up and face it like it was. So, Snowstar sat up a little straighter, allowing her flattened ears to pick up. "You're right." She said simply, her voice even as she glanced over the Clan for a moment.

She took a deep breath and continued. "ShadowClan territory is flooded. There's not enough prey there to feed the Clan - Everything has either run or died already, and I don't think they'd appreciate crow-food - Even if we are starving." she thought for a moment, and another idea made her cringe this time. "I hate the thought of stealing. But if ShadowClan doesn't have enough, maybe.." She trailed off thoughtfully. WindClan was surely doing good - She doubted the noise the twolegs were making would bother them. Granted, she'd never tried rabbit - But it must be better than nothing. Would her Clanmates feel the same? "Hm." Snowstar's maw twisted into a grimace, ice blue eyes narrowing thoughtfully. It was rare to see her so deep in thought; She'd nearly forgotten Gyrewind was beside her. "Tensions are already high enough between us and WindClan, though... Still.." She murmured, gazing around at her Clanmates through distant, thoughtful eyes. Her Clan was starving, and clearly there was not enough prey in ThunderClan or ShadowClan to feed them... But would it be smart, testing their limits with WindClan?

[zinfranny]

Snowstar sat in stunned silence as he spoke, but he seemed to have gotten his point across anyway. Her face flushed with immediate guilt, knowing he was right, knowing she was acting like a kit. After guilt, anger for herself followed, and her eyes narrowed. The helpless look was gone, replaced with determination. She didn't have time to sit around and wonder why she'd been chosen. He was right. What mattered was now. Was that she was leader; Her Clan needed her to suck it up and face it like it was. So, Snowstar sat up a little straighter, allowing her flattened ears to pick up. "You're right." She said simply, her voice even as she glanced over the Clan for a moment.

She took a deep breath and continued. "ShadowClan territory is flooded. There's not enough prey there to feed the Clan - Everything has either run or died already, and I don't think they'd appreciate crow-food - Even if we are starving." she thought for a moment, and another idea made her cringe this time. "I hate the thought of stealing. But if ShadowClan doesn't have enough, maybe.." She trailed off thoughtfully. WindClan was surely doing good - She doubted the noise the twolegs were making would bother them. Granted, she'd never tried rabbit - But it must be better than nothing. Would her Clanmates feel the same? "Hm." Snowstar's maw twisted into a grimace, ice blue eyes narrowing thoughtfully. It was rare to see her so deep in thought; She'd nearly forgotten Gyrewind was beside her. "Tensions are already high enough between us and WindClan, though... Still.." She murmured, gazing around at her Clanmates through distant, thoughtful eyes. Her Clan was starving, and clearly there was not enough prey in ThunderClan or ShadowClan to feed them... But would it be smart, testing their limits with WindClan?


In the back of his head, he smiled. But his faced remained hard like stone. Now you're thinking straight.
Gyrewind nodded as she spoke, or more likely went over her decisions so far to assure her and Gyrewind. His bicoloured eyes hardened, miraculously harder then they were before, as she suggested branching hunting parties into WindClan to get a taste of rabbit. But he wasn't surprised- She had made a move that wasn't working in terms of the long run so there had to be solutions rising sooner or later.
"I can pretty confidently say that it would be... catastrophic, if Blazingstar found us stealing prey." Gyrewind meowed after a few moments of thinking. "Or should I say when. There'd be no avoiding it. But we are hunting in two territories and still don't have enough prey. We are managing fine, no queen or elder is hungry. But if warriors continue going underfed, and continue trekking across territories to at times no avail, it will get dangerous." He was talking to Snowstar as much as he was himself. His eyes wandered for another moment.
"Hunting in WindClan risks a battle, and a battle risks lives. WindClan is well fed, I assume, and have more strength then we do right now. But we don't know how long the twolegs will be scaring off the prey." He offered at the end an opportunity as Gyrewind didn't want to declare decisions himself. Talking about battle set him at unease. The tom hadn't been raised in a life with imminent war ahead, wasn't trained to prepare him for battle for the sake and order to protect his loved ones. A Clan cat was raised to assert their lives in the face of death without hesitation, but it wasn't in Gyrewind. So unless ordered to, he avoided battle. Even feared it.

[Random Melody]

In the back of his head, he smiled. But his faced remained hard like stone. Now you're thinking straight.
Gyrewind nodded as she spoke, or more likely went over her decisions so far to assure her and Gyrewind. His bicoloured eyes hardened, miraculously harder then they were before, as she suggested branching hunting parties into WindClan to get a taste of rabbit. But he wasn't surprised- She had made a move that wasn't working in terms of the long run so there had to be solutions rising sooner or later.
"I can pretty confidently say that it would be... catastrophic, if Blazingstar found us stealing prey." Gyrewind meowed after a few moments of thinking. "Or should I say when. There'd be no avoiding it. But we are hunting in two territories and still don't have enough prey. We are managing fine, no queen or elder is hungry. But if warriors continue going underfed, and continue trekking across territories to at times no avail, it will get dangerous." He was talking to Snowstar as much as he was himself. His eyes wandered for another moment.
"Hunting in WindClan risks a battle, and a battle risks lives. WindClan is well fed, I assume, and have more strength then we do right now. But we don't know how long the twolegs will be scaring off the prey." He offered at the end an opportunity as Gyrewind didn't want to declare decisions himself. Talking about battle set him at unease. The tom hadn't been raised in a life with imminent war ahead, wasn't trained to prepare him for battle for the sake and order to protect his loved ones. A Clan cat was raised to assert their lives in the face of death without hesitation, but it wasn't in Gyrewind. So unless ordered to, he avoided battle. Even feared it.


Snowstar jumped a bit when he spoke, having been so lost in thought she'd forgotten the former leader was there. The Siamese blinked up at him through curious ice blue eyes, listening intently as he spoke with a frown. Yes, a battle would be horrible. But Snowstar knew it may be their only chance... "I know." She sighed. "But still.." She trailed off thoughtfully. Her Clan needed food - But they were weakened. Was picking fights with WindClan a good idea at the moment?

Snowstar frowned thoughtfully for a moment. RiverClan wasn't an option. Honestly, it would have been her first choice - RiverClan ate fish, anyway, not land prey - But ShadowClan was also there in RiverClan territory, too. So they were probably eating what land prey was there. Besides, Snowstar definitely didn't want two Clans teaming up against ThunderClan... And most likely, that's what would happen. So, no... RiverClan wasn't an option. "Our territory has no prey. Everything's run off. ShadowClan territory only has crow-food. RiverClan territory... Not an option. ShadowClan's residing there, and I don't know about you, but i'd rather pick a fight with just WindClan than have two Clans after us." She meowed, whiskers twitching, but not with amusement. "I hate the thought of battle as much as you do, but I think... WindClan is our only hope." Her mind flashed back, remembering when Blackstorm had killed her father. Remembering her brother had led her, along with her other siblings, to the wastelands. Remembered how they'd starved for so long, much too weak to eventry to hunt beyond the wastelands. Snowstar's eyes narrowed. I won't let ThunderClan get like that.

[Risenphoenix]

Brindlefur (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/picture.php?albumid=936&pictureid=4054) steps lightly into the clearing, sitting and giving herself a wash, trying to ignore the way her belly growled. She was hungrier than she'd been since last leaf-bare, which didn't bode well for the coming leaf-bare in the least. She sighed as she stopped her grooming, closing her eyes and tipping her head skyward a moment,'Oh, StarClan, why is this happening? Can't you help us?' she prayed fervently, opening her eyes again as her tail-tip twitched.

It wouldn't be long, in these prey-poor days, before the nursing queens would have trouble producing enough milk to feed their kits. Her expression shifted then into one of staunch determination, and she rose to her paws, her tail lashing behind her as she trotted for the camp entrance. She was going hunting, and she had no intentions of coming back without something for the queens and elders. 'StarClan, I know you're watching. Help me on my hunt.'

[BluBunnie]

Burstpaw slowly stood up once he heard the kit's confirmation. Though he knew it wasn't directed at him, he used it to know that Mousekit was in and ready to go. He's so timid, so like me... I hope he likes this. Once he was fully upright, he turned his head around and looked the tom in the eye, a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth. "I'll go slower if you want me to," He said, hoping to give the kit and air of control. "If I'm going to fast, just let me know and I'll slow for you." Turned his head back around, he looked on at all of the cats in the clearing. It was quite crowded, so crossing the whole length of it was out of the question, but if he stayed by the apprentice's den and the nursery, he'd have enough room to give Mousekit a decent badger ride. Now go before you change your mind!

And they were off. Burstpaw charged forward, starting out at a fast jog and moving on to a run as he neared the nursery. He ran like he was chasing an opponent; he ran fast, of course, but not so quickly he'd trip over his paws. The ground flew by, the vines and bushes making up the walls blurring together, but as he approached the nursery, he started to turn, making it so they didn't have to end the ride once they reached the den. He made his turn slowly, only tilting his body slightly to the side. The last thing he wanted was for Mousekit to get hurt, as he'd never forgive himself if he did. Don't think about that. Just keep going the way you are. So he did. Burstpaw kept going, keeping his eyes open for sudden obstacles and his ears open if the kit on his back were to say anything.

Mousekit nodded, then realized the older cat couldn't see him- "Ok.." He said softly. He was beginning to trust this cat a bit more and his stutter went away a bit, his claws dug into Birstpaw as he took off, he hoped he wasn't hurting him. He kept his eyes closed as they sped through the clearing, as his breathing slowed the kit decided to open his eyes. His eyes shone in amazement as the world around him blurred, he let out a small squeak of delight.

He took in a sharp breath as Burstpaw began to turn, he was able to return to his excited state once they successfully made the turn. Mousekit began to sit up a bit more but kept his claws clung into Burstpaws fur.

[lone]

If you think hard about it, the world can be a surprisingly irritating place. Quietkit, was quiet. But with a neglectful mother and a father in a different clan, why wouldn't you be? And the truth was, quieter cats have more interesting things going on in their minds. Quietkit's case was that one. When he sat still, as far away from his mothers nest as he could get, he could hear a lot more. Think. Understand. He had finally been able to sneak away from his siblings, as charming as they were they weren't everything they were cut out to be. Starkit, well, honestly he didn't like her that much. She was caring, and he loved her as much as he would a normal sister, but honestly he saw her as Birchfur's favorite. If his mother even cared for him and his siblings. But Starkit, StarClan, I mean, how unfair is that? Quietkit wasn't the type of cat to judge cats, but when you were as quiet as he was, you really had nothing better to do. The to sighed, and averted his gaze to the ground. He shouldn't be thinking about his siblings that way. Patchkit was alright, Starkit was okay, he had nothing to say about Fernkit. Neutral view right? Will, yes it was, but the view you should have on your siblings is a loving one. Not a "they're okay" view that he had. He sighed again, turning his gaze around the nursery for any random cat who might want to play with him. No one, just as I- A multi-colored pelt caught his eye. It was a she-kit, from the look of her she was older than him, but with all his fluff he looked about as big as her. Slowly, Quietkit approached her. He had seen Starkit do this a million times, it was called making friends. But if he failed, he had a backup plan, sneak away.

The feline turned her head, yellow-green optics meeting the tom's gaze. Ugh - great. A stalker. Still, she put on an almost sickeningly sweet smile and flicked her tail as she glanced in his direction. "Come on now, no need to be shy - I know I'm fabulous, but there's no need to sulk around in the shadows about it. If you need something from me, ask." It wasn't like Vixenkit would really do anything for anything else. Not unless they had something she wanted. Still, the younger tom was pretty adorable - Vixenkit would be an apprentice pretty soon, and wondered just how big of an age difference there was between herself and the other tom. "If there's something bothering you about me, dear, come on out and say it then." She unsheathed her small pinpricks of claws, and fixed him with her yellow-green gaze. It was somewhat eerie to other cats, or at least that was what she had heard before - but Vixenkit herself didn't care about that. If they thought it was so creepy, Vixenkit couldn't care less. They were entitled to their own opinions, after all! She honestly wouldn't really mind if they told her that her eyes were creepy. A hint of softness entered those so-called "creepy" eyes and she glanced up and down the other cat. "Who are you?" Her voice was interested, although honestly, the she cat didn't care that much. Why should she care about meeting some cat that, to be honest, she really didn't care about knowing? Although Vixenkit was just like that. She didn't really care about meeting anyone. He'd better be useful to me. Or maybe she would end up being useful to him? Either way, Vixenkit could see why first impressions were so important - right now she was getting a possible-partnership impression from this cat. If that were true? Things could start going very fast. And it was important to have a good relationship with your possible partner. So, Vixenkit would listen to him, be nice - at least sort of nice - to him, and hope that things went well. Mystical

[Undercover]

meraki
Cottonfrost strode through the camp entrance, his tail flicking slowly from side to side. His eyes glanced once over the camp before he spotted a small patch of unoccupied grass, turned bright by the afternoon sun. He slowly made his way over to the creating and sat down on his haunches. He had just come back from a walk in the forest, and could practically feel the sharp nag of a burr in his fur.
Twisting around, the dark grey tom tugged at the thing until he got it loose. He spat it out, and decided that he might as well groom himself. Tucking his chin, Cottonfrost lapped silently at his chest fur. He looked up to give a small cough, then returned to his grooming. These mornings were his favorite; slightly chilly and sunny.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Lonestar23
The black and white she-cat's pale hues widened as he suggested flopping on her again. "You wouldn't..." she spoke, narrowing her eyes challenging. Her tail tip twitched a little bit more before she rolled back onto her stomach. She began lifting her paw and bopping the top of the tom's head, a small giggle leaving her body. However, that playful ring changed at the next words. Mintberry crinkled her nose as Ottertail suggested the boyfriend idea. "Eww, why would I want boyfriend cooties?" she spoke, sticking her tongue out in disgust. "I don't need that type of relationship in my life. It'll get in my way!" she spoke, raising her head up towards the sky as she spoke, almost like she was telling the stars not to do anything drastic. Mintberry raised her brow in slight interest, however. "But I will def help you get a girlfriend, just so I could intimidate them and ruin your relationship," she winked playfully. "Because that's what best friends are for, though, right?" she chuckled again. "And I expect the same treatment if I ever go crazy enough to have a boyfriend," she laughed now, her hues drifting around the camp for a moment. Nothing more interesting around, so her gaze drifted back to the larger tom.

[lone]

Lonestar23
The black and white she-cat's pale hues widened as he suggested flopping on her again. "You wouldn't..." she spoke, narrowing her eyes challenging. Her tail tip twitched a little bit more before she rolled back onto her stomach. She began lifting her paw and bopping the top of the tom's head, a small giggle leaving her body. However, that playful ring changed at the next words. Mintberry crinkled her nose as Ottertail suggested the boyfriend idea. "Eww, why would I want boyfriend cooties?" she spoke, sticking her tongue out in disgust. "I don't need that type of relationship in my life. It'll get in my way!" she spoke, raising her head up towards the sky as she spoke, almost like she was telling the stars not to do anything drastic. Mintberry raised her brow in slight interest, however. "But I will def help you get a girlfriend, just so I could intimidate them and ruin your relationship," she winked playfully. "Because that's what best friends are for, though, right?" she chuckled again. "And I expect the same treatment if I ever go crazy enough to have a boyfriend," she laughed now, her hues drifting around the camp for a moment. Nothing more interesting around, so her gaze drifted back to the larger tom.


"Oh, wouldn't I?" A cocky smirk spread over the tom's maw and he stuck his tongue out at her, irises twinkling in playful amusement. See, this was why he loved hanging out with Mintberry. It was all fun and games. And Ottertail generally did his best to keep the mood playful, just so that they would have nothing serious to talk about later. He didn't want a serious talk! Not really. Not once the basic catching-up-on was done and he had identified a problem, or no problem, and hopefully would be doing something to fix it. Her outlook on boyfriends was funny, at least to Ottertail it was. Kind of unique - a lot of she cats said they didn't want boyfriends, but then when the time to go through with that came, they ended up taking the opportunity. And some just were obvious about their longing, and some said nothing about it. "Um excuse me, but I'm going to end up forever alone just so you know. There's no way I could get a girlfriend," He joked, before he smiled. "But yep. I expect that from you just in case anyone is crazy enough to be my girlfriend, and you will definitely get the same treatment from me." That was just about his final word on it.

[Wolfheart2329]

foxpaw trotted into the nursery,looking around for the queen he needed to talk to. "You're here!" Said rivershine with delight. Foxpaw nodded and walked over to the queen. "You're wanted me to care for your sons for a while?". He looked at the tiny balls of fluff wrestling with each other. "Correct." Replied rivershine. "They never go outside so I wanted you to take them to the owl tree.". Foxpaw nodded once more and picked up the kits.
They squealed at first,but when their mom assured them that foxpaw was nice,they chattered normaly as foxpaw carried them out of the den.

[Sharppaw]

"I promise I won't laugh." He leaned his head down closer to Sharppaw as if about to hear a secret he couldn't tell any other cat.

Sharp paw smiled a little "Well, my dream is to become the greatest warrior, or deputy in Thunderclan history" he waited for the older cat to laugh, just like all the others, but he'll show them, he'll show them all!

[Aquarius]

(Again, I'm so sorry it took so long!)
Stormstripe gave small chuckle at his reaction to his question. When he answered, she could feel her heart flutter a tiny but, and her eyes sparked with hope. She shook her head at these feelings. She honestly didn't know how she felt about Risingmoon. She looked at him with her brown eyes, as he continued talking. "I'm sure a special she-cat will come along soon," she meowed, with a slight purr.


The tom noticed Stormstripe's subtle reaction, but he convinced himself that he had just imagined it. That was confusing within itself - what had he said? He hoped he hadn't triggered a memory of any of her previous life, or anything that had been hurtful. She didn't seem like it, anyways. The molly seemed almost happy, cheerful in Risingmoon's opinion. But he didn't press it and pushed the thought to the back of his mind.
He purred in amusement at her words, only because he doubted them - he had never really often thought about it, and his duty to his Clan was his main priority above all. "Maybe," he agreed, not wanting to argue. He nodded, wondering what she meant.

[Charmer]

Jaymoon

Hummingsong padded cheerfully into the clearing with a clump of water-soaked moss in her teeth. Just because prey was running scarce didn't mean the elders had to go thirsty. She planned on checking the elder's bedding after this. It may have been an apprentice duty, but it was important that the elders were comfortable and she was happy to help. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Cinderclaw and her heart skipped a beat. The pair had been friends since they were kits, but Hummingsong had hoped he'd be more than a friend for some time now. She found herself staring a little too long at his handsome golden fur and looked away, blushing.

[jaymoon]

Jaymoon

Hummingsong padded cheerfully into the clearing with a clump of water-soaked moss in her teeth. Just because prey was running scarce didn't mean the elders had to go thirsty. She planned on checking the elder's bedding after this. It may have been an apprentice duty, but it was important that the elders were comfortable and she was happy to help. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Cinderclaw and her heart skipped a beat. The pair had been friends since they were kits, but Hummingsong had hoped he'd be more than a friend for some time now. She found herself staring a little too long at his handsome golden fur and looked away, blushing.
Cinderclaw walked over to the fresh kill pile and noticed that hummingsong was looking at him and padded over to her 'was she blushing ' he thought chuckling 'does she like me no way' he said to himself. He sat down next to hummingsong "Hey hummingsong how are you today" he said being on the sane side of him today

[Charmer]

Cinderclaw walked over to the fresh kill pile and noticed that hummingsong was looking at him and padded over to her 'was she blushing ' he thought chuckling 'does she like me no way' he said to himself. He sat down next to hummingsong "Hey hummingsong how are you today" he said being on the sane side of him today

Hummingsong noticed Cinderclaw walking toward her and set her miss down, a purr of delight rumbling in her chest. "Hi there! Oh you know, hungry, like the rest of the clan." The remark was grim, but Hummingsong said it with the optimism and cheer that showed she had no doubt that it was only a temporary problem. Few things got the she-cat down. Starclan would take care of them if they could just hang in there. "How are you?"

[Captain]

CandyFlossCat - Ebonypaw
It was another uneventful morning for the grumbling tom-cat known as Flintheart, his ears twitching the sounds of the cats conversing around him as he took a spot to sit on the edge of camp where, hopefully, nobody would bother him until that bumbling apprentice of his showed up for his next lesson. The limp carcass of a mouse hung from his jaws as he eased into a position where he laid down comfortably on the cooling, loose dirt in the darkened shade. The warrior dropped the fresh-kill between his paws, gazing around the clearing with his quiet, bluish green-hued eyes before bending down and taking a bite of his morning meal. His tail twitched now and then beside him as he went around silently, in his head, about what today’s lesson would be about and how things would go down if they went according to plan. It was a shame that no other mentors would join Flintheart with their own apprentices, but he honestly wasn’t surprised with this. He didn’t have many friends in his clan. The closest cat he could call a friend was Ivorypaw’s mentor, who he hardly talked to unless she was with them when Ebonypaw was bonding with his sister. The last time he had spoken to her was during the gathering, which was several moons ago. He wasn’t one who made friends, most cats seeing him as a bore or a stick in the mud.

[jaymoon]

Hummingsong noticed Cinderclaw walking toward her and set her miss down, a purr of delight rumbling in her chest. "Hi there! Oh you know, hungry, like the rest of the clan." The remark was grim, but Hummingsong said it with the optimism and cheer that showed she had no doubt that it was only a temporary problem. Few things got the she-cat down. Starclan would take care of them if they could just hang in there. "How are you?"
cinderclaw looks at hummingsong " good i was thinking about going hunting for the clan for a bit to see if there is prey around yet" he said looking away in the middle of the sentice 'how could she like me ' he thought 'why me i am nothing special' he layed down

[Undercover]

meraki
Cottonfrost strode through the camp entrance, his tail flicking slowly from side to side. His eyes glanced once over the camp before he spotted a small patch of unoccupied grass, turned bright by the afternoon sun. He slowly made his way over to the creating and sat down on his haunches. He had just come back from a walk in the forest, and could practically feel the sharp nag of a burr in his fur.
Twisting around, the dark grey tom tugged at the thing until he got it loose. He spat it out, and decided that he might as well groom himself. Tucking his chin, Cottonfrost lapped silently at his chest fur. He looked up to give a small cough, then returned to his grooming. These mornings were his favorite; slightly chilly and sunny.
Bump for meraki

[Charmer]

cinderclaw looks at hummingsong " good i was thinking about going hunting for the clan for a bit to see if there is prey around yet" he said looking away in the middle of the sentice 'how could she like me ' he thought 'why me i am nothing special' he layed down

"Absolutely!" Hummingsong meowed excitedly,"Just let me drop this off and I'll be all set tot get going." The tortoiseshell shecat picked up the moss in her mouth and padded away, slipping into the elder's den for a moment before reappearing, aglow with excitement. "Ready to get going?" she asked, her tail swishing with excitement.

Bump

[MaskedBandits]

Mousekit nodded, then realized the older cat couldn't see him- "Ok.." He said softly. He was beginning to trust this cat a bit more and his stutter went away a bit, his claws dug into Birstpaw as he took off, he hoped he wasn't hurting him. He kept his eyes closed as they sped through the clearing, as his breathing slowed the kit decided to open his eyes. His eyes shone in amazement as the world around him blurred, he let out a small squeak of delight.

He took in a sharp breath as Burstpaw began to turn, he was able to return to his excited state once they successfully made the turn. Mousekit began to sit up a bit more but kept his claws clung into Burstpaws fur.

Burstpaw felt the kit's claws digging into his fur, and though they were decently sharp, they weren't hurting him very badly. Based on how hard Mousekit was gripping him, he concluded that the kit was nervous, but not to the point that he was hating the ride. Unless he is and I just don't know. But since he hadn't said a word of complaint, he assumed that the kit was at least somewhat enjoying his attempt at being a badger. He completed the turn successfully, charging back towards his own den while keeping a lookout for small kits and other obstacles. He realized that he was growing tired, but only used that as an excuse to push himself more, going just the slightest bit faster, harder, longer. The apprentice's den loomed nearer and nearer, and the tom knew he'd be forced to end the ride soon.

Burstpaw used this to make the final leg of the journey the most fun. He sped up, even adding a slight buck to the thrill; nothing major that would make Mousekit fall, but a create little bit more entertaining ride. He tried to be as badger-like as he could, shaking his head and snarling quietly to make the effects greater. He did everything he could so the kit on his back had a good time, but seeing as he was more ok the timid side, he included slight gestures to check if he was ok, such as a slight turn of the head or a momentary pause. Being honest, he himself was having a blast, and he was just the one being the badger. No wonder warriors give rides to kits! It's really fun! Eventually, though, after another few strides, they were outside the den, and the apprentice had to slow down and, to his sadness, stop.

Once he'd come to a complete stop, Burstpaw waited a moment before lowering down to the ground, in case Mousekit needed to catch his breath. He then slowly lowered himself to the ground so he was laying on the dusty ground. See? You did just fine, and he must've enjoyed it. He himself used the moment in the floor to get his own breath back, as he'd worn himself out by running and charging and bucking. Nonetheless, he was glad he'd taken the risk and given the kit a fun ride. Those had been some of his favorite memories as a kit, and hoped Mousekit would remember the thrill as he had. "Did you like it?" He dared ask, turning his head Bach around to get a glance at the young tom. As long as he's not shaken in fear, the apprentice thought, I think I can say I did okay.

[BluBunnie]

Burstpaw felt the kit's claws digging into his fur, and though they were decently sharp, they weren't hurting him very badly. Based on how hard Mousekit was gripping him, he concluded that the kit was nervous, but not to the point that he was hating the ride. Unless he is and I just don't know. But since he hadn't said a word of complaint, he assumed that the kit was at least somewhat enjoying his attempt at being a badger. He completed the turn successfully, charging back towards his own den while keeping a lookout for small kits and other obstacles. He realized that he was growing tired, but only used that as an excuse to push himself more, going just the slightest bit faster, harder, longer. The apprentice's den loomed nearer and nearer, and the tom knew he'd be forced to end the ride soon.

Burstpaw used this to make the final leg of the journey the most fun. He sped up, even adding a slight buck to the thrill; nothing major that would make Mousekit fall, but a create little bit more entertaining ride. He tried to be as badger-like as he could, shaking his head and snarling quietly to make the effects greater. He did everything he could so the kit on his back had a good time, but seeing as he was more ok the timid side, he included slight gestures to check if he was ok, such as a slight turn of the head or a momentary pause. Being honest, he himself was having a blast, and he was just the one being the badger. No wonder warriors give rides to kits! It's really fun! Eventually, though, after another few strides, they were outside the den, and the apprentice had to slow down and, to his sadness, stop.

Once he'd come to a complete stop, Burstpaw waited a moment before lowering down to the ground, in case Mousekit needed to catch his breath. He then slowly lowered himself to the ground so he was laying on the dusty ground. See? You did just fine, and he must've enjoyed it. He himself used the moment in the floor to get his own breath back, as he'd worn himself out by running and charging and bucking. Nonetheless, he was glad he'd taken the risk and given the kit a fun ride. Those had been some of his favorite memories as a kit, and hoped Mousekit would remember the thrill as he had. "Did you like it?" He dared ask, turning his head Bach around to get a glance at the young tom. As long as he's not shaken in fear, the apprentice thought, I think I can say I did okay.


Any cat could see that Mousekit was having the time of his life, his face was lit up in excitement as he clung to the apprentice below him. As the two drew nearer to the Apprentice Den Mousekit felt a small buck, he crouched down as his heart began to race in fear instead of excitement. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to talk himself out of his fear. Just as the ride was coming to a close the kit was able to open his eyes once more, he tried to cover up his nervousness as he climbed down from the tom. He did really have fun but the bucking made him a bit nervous, he didn't want Burstpaw to feel bad for making him feel that way.

Throughout the many moons Mousekit had gotten better and better at covering up his fear or anxiety, it was very hard to tell sometimes if he was actually shaken up or not. His eyes still shone with past excitement as he met Burstpaws eyes, "T-that was A-a lot o-of f-fun!" His stutter came out again, mostly because of excitement but a bit a fear. As his heart rate began to slow Mousekit began to feel a bit tired but he wouldn't let that stop him from continuing to hang out with the older cat. He sat near the tom, "T-thank you for t-taking me on a B-badger ride." He purred.

[ConfusedCas]

"Honey!!" Ashenkit's expression was thrilled as he turned around to the familiar voice of his friend, and the pale pelt of Honeykit met his gaze. It felt like it had been so long since he had last talked to her, gotten to see her, and just gotten to be with her in general. "How've you been? What've you been doing?" Ashenkit asked, his streaked tail whipping back and forth as he stared at his young friend. They would both be apprentices soon. Both would be apprentices of ThunderClan, ready to defend their Clan with their lives. How cool was it that they had been friends since they had been young kits and soon they wouldn't be little anymore? Ashenkit purred, pleased with the way that things were going. His bright eyes scanned Honeykit for any signs of exhaustion, or signs that she might not be ready, but she looked happy. Before she could have had much time to answer his question, an exaggerated gasp came from the tom's maw and once again the grin returned, this time bigger and brighter then ever.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh I forgot!! My apprentice ceremony is soon, and isn't yours too? Can you believe this, Honeykit? We're going to be apprentices! At least I think so, when's your apprentice ceremony?"

Now, by nature, Ashenkit wasn't someone who talked excessively. Talked a lot was even overstating it. He just talked, a normal amount, and his voice was generally happy. But he didn't interuppt other cats or just outright stop them and start talking about something else. He hadn't meant to make Honeykit feel bad, if he had at all, and he stared at her as though expecting an equally excited reaction. Though he doubted she was going to be jumping up and down, at least he somewhat doubted it. When he had first met his friend, she had never seemed like the type that he would be best friends with. And now they were! Best friends! Ashenkit was thrilled with the way things had turned out between the two of them. No, he was more then thrilled, really... but there just wasn't a word for it. The tom grinned over at Honeykit, awaiting her response to his earlier comments. They had come very fast and very loudly, so he wouldn't be too surprised if she had trouble figuring out what to say. Even if it was just a little.

She was relieved that her friend was so excited, it was actually pretty funny to her considering Ashenkit wasn't the overly talkative type. She felt a sense of relief and warmth just standing in front of him. His friendship was just what she needed to move on from kithood. A loud purr rumbled in her throat, "Oh Ashenkit it's so good to see you again!" Honeykit touched her nose to his, it had been too long since they last chatted! "I've been cooped up in the nursery for so long I completely forgot that we're six moons! Oh I can't wait to become an apprentice and get a mentor and be a warrior!" She squeaked in excitement not caring that she sounded like more of a jumpy kit then an apprentice. She circled the tom with her tail straight up happily. "You've certainly grown but the question is- are you still a formidable opponent?" Honeykit dropped into a crouch and her blue eyes shined playfully.

[Foggy22]

The tom noticed Stormstripe's subtle reaction, but he convinced himself that he had just imagined it. That was confusing within itself - what had he said? He hoped he hadn't triggered a memory of any of her previous life, or anything that had been hurtful. She didn't seem like it, anyways. The molly seemed almost happy, cheerful in Risingmoon's opinion. But he didn't press it and pushed the thought to the back of his mind.
He purred in amusement at her words, only because he doubted them - he had never really often thought about it, and his duty to his Clan was his main priority above all. "Maybe," he agreed, not wanting to argue. He nodded, wondering what she meant.

Stormstripe nodded. He doesn't believe that he will ever have a mate! I can't believe someone like him wouldn't believe that... Stormstripe wondered how that could be true. He was so kind and polite, and so handsome too... she shook her head again, surprised at the thought that she thought of something like that. But it was true, and she hoped he saw that and knew that someone special will come along. Deep down in her heart, Stormstripe felt he deserved it more than any tom in the whole forest. Wanting to get the conversation going again, she mewed, "So, how old are you? I'm 20 moons."

[Wisteria]

Asternight woke up with her round, vibrant lime-green eyes wide. What was her dream about? Shaking the fright out of her pelt, the petite she-cat stretched, her fur covered in moss. After giving it a lick and trying to push her worried thoughts away, Asternight observed the den. Although she had always classified herself as a cat who wouldn't talk very much to other warriors, for some reason, lately she had been eager to communicate to other cats. She blinked slowly, completely disregarding her sharp hunger. Perhaps I should go out on a walk, the sleek grey cat told herself. I haven't been exploring the area since I was apprentice.Asternight gave a final lick and curled up again.

[Aquarius]

Stormstripe nodded. He doesn't believe that he will ever have a mate! I can't believe someone like him wouldn't believe that... Stormstripe wondered how that could be true. He was so kind and polite, and so handsome too... she shook her head again, surprised at the thought that she thought of something like that. But it was true, and she hoped he saw that and knew that someone special will come along. Deep down in her heart, Stormstripe felt he deserved it more than any tom in the whole forest. Wanting to get the conversation going again, she mewed, "So, how old are you? I'm 20 moons."

Risingmoon smiled at her expression, but was perplexed by it too. Ignoring his thoughts, he pricked his ears at her question, purring slightly. Maybe he had been apprentices with her, but he couldn't remember. As his mentor, Quailleap would have said something along the lines about how he was always "veering off". If only his old mentor could see him now - a full fledged warrior. But Quailleap had ran off, disappeared, left his Clan behind, but it wasn't really much of a shock to Risingmoon, anyways.
"I'm 24 moons," he replied. Not much older than her. He almost asked who her mentor was, when he remembered that she had joined the Clan and became a warrior, probably not having a mentor.

[Risenphoenix]

Brindlefur returns to the clearing, looking worn out, but pleased - she was dragging with her a plump rabbit, and had buried a couple of mice and a small shrew before she'd caught the rabbit. She places the rabbit on the fresh-kill pile before racing off, fetching the mice and shrew and returning with them, depositing them dutifully before she picked the shrew back up. It was the smallest piece of fresh-kill on the pile, and though her belly was yowling and the usually plump she-cat was growing as thin as a WindClan cat, she couldn't bring herself to take a larger piece of prey from the mouths of the elders or nursing queens.

Padding over to a sunlight-warmed patch of ground, she stretches out and tucks into her shrew, finishing it off in a few famished gulps before she goes about grooming her fur, wondering if she ought to go out hunting again. She was exhausted, but she knew her Clan desperately needed the fresh-kill, her tail-tip twitcheing with indecision as she thought it over.

[vellichor]

Sprucefur moaned. "Cmon Thrushspike," he twitches, eyes closed. "Five more minutes..." Thrushspike was the name of his deceased mentor, and in his daze, Sprucefur mistook past from present. He took a paw and batted Snowfall's nose, claws sheathed. Finally realizing his mistake, Sprucefur opened his bright green eyes. "Oh... 'morning Snowfall," he mumbled into his fur. He scrambled to a sitting position, grooming his matted fur self-consciously.

[ Blue Jay - late, sorry! ]

[bobtail]

RedHead Beau mompaws SpiralWhirl

Bluepaw twitched his ear to let Pumpkinpaw know that he'd heard her reply and narrowed his green eyes slightly to watch with interest as the fight changed pace. He rose to his paws and stretched, digging his claws into the dirt and curling his tail high over his back. "Knowing them, they certainly will." He heard Wolfpaw's question and glanced over at his friend, frowning thoughtfully. "I honestly have no idea." He swung his head around and looked at the other apprentices - and one kit. "Do we have anything planned for today?" Besides play-fighting until the moon rises?

(Sorry it's so late and short! Getting back to school is hard :()

[Foggy22]

Risingmoon smiled at her expression, but was perplexed by it too. Ignoring his thoughts, he pricked his ears at her question, purring slightly. Maybe he had been apprentices with her, but he couldn't remember. As his mentor, Quailleap would have said something along the lines about how he was always "veering off". If only his old mentor could see him now - a full fledged warrior. But Quailleap had ran off, disappeared, left his Clan behind, but it wasn't really much of a shock to Risingmoon, anyways.
"I'm 24 moons," he replied. Not much older than her. He almost asked who her mentor was, when he remembered that she had joined the Clan and became a warrior, probably not having a mentor.

Stormstripe nodded enthusiastically. "So there's not much of an age gap!" She tilted her head as he nearly asked her something, and then, seeing how lost in thought he was, decided to get something from the freshkill pile, hearing her belly rumble. She looked at Risingmoon, and told him, "I'm going to get something to eat. Do you want to share?"

[Risenphoenix]

The scent of an unfamiliar cat would drift into the clearing as Autumn ambled close to the entrance, though her scent was overlaid with crowfood and illness. She had followed her nose to where the cats were gathered out of curiosity, and hope that perhaps, just maybe, they might help her. Deep down, she knew she wouldn't survive much longer as she was.

Limping her way into the clearing proper, it was revealed that this newcomer was a ginger tabby just barely six moons old, and she was in a bad way, though as she looked around and got an idea of just how many strange cats there were, her eyes went wide and her fur fluffed up a bit, clearly beginning to question the wisdom of having come here.

[MaskedBandits]

Any cat could see that Mousekit was having the time of his life, his face was lit up in excitement as he clung to the apprentice below him. As the two drew nearer to the Apprentice Den Mousekit felt a small buck, he crouched down as his heart began to race in fear instead of excitement. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to talk himself out of his fear. Just as the ride was coming to a close the kit was able to open his eyes once more, he tried to cover up his nervousness as he climbed down from the tom. He did really have fun but the bucking made him a bit nervous, he didn't want Burstpaw to feel bad for making him feel that way.

Throughout the many moons Mousekit had gotten better and better at covering up his fear or anxiety, it was very hard to tell sometimes if he was actually shaken up or not. His eyes still shone with past excitement as he met Burstpaws eyes, "T-that was A-a lot o-of f-fun!" His stutter came out again, mostly because of excitement but a bit a fear. As his heart rate began to slow Mousekit began to feel a bit tired but he wouldn't let that stop him from continuing to hang out with the older cat. He sat near the tom, "T-thank you for t-taking me on a B-badger ride." He purred.

Burstpaw let out his own purr as the kit showed his gratitude. If Mousekit was nervous or fretful, he couldn't tell; he assumed he was still caught up in the thrill. "You're welcome," He replied, a twinkle of happiness showing in his eyes. That was his end goal, to make the younger cat happy, and creating fun memories for him made him realize how much he enjoyed being around kits. Never before had he assumed he'd like to play kit-sitter, but he did, in fact, find spending time with the young cats of his Clan quite entertaining. Who'd have thought that me, the shy scardy apprentice would hang around with kits? Maybe it was his true calling, since fighting was only going okay and hunting was nearly out of the question. I could live like that.

Burstpaw wrapped his tail around Mousekit; it wasn't tight in the slightest, just a little symbol of their newfound friendship. He knew he wouldn't like it if his tail touched him, so he set it gently on the ground beside them. "If you ever want to do this again," He started quietly, his nerves creeping up on him, "I'd be happy to give you another ride in the future." The apprentice looked down at the kit and gave a shy smile. His denmates might not approve of his quiet and anti-social tendencies, but Mousekit didn't seem to mind; he figured that was why he liked hanging out with the kit so much. We're so alike... I've never met anyone like me before. I hope he likes me too...

[Undercover]

The scent of an unfamiliar cat would drift into the clearing as Autumn ambled close to the entrance, though her scent was overlaid with crowfood and illness. She had followed her nose to where the cats were gathered out of curiosity, and hope that perhaps, just maybe, they might help her. Deep down, she knew she wouldn't survive much longer as she was.

Limping her way into the clearing proper, it was revealed that this newcomer was a ginger tabby just barely six moons old, and she was in a bad way, though as she looked around and got an idea of just how many strange cats there were, her eyes went wide and her fur fluffed up a bit, clearly beginning to question the wisdom of having come here.

Cottonfrost sighed, his dark grey head resting on his powerful paws. His sharp gaze wandered aimlessly around the clearing until it landed in the fresh-kill pile. Deciding to do something productive, the solid tom cat stood up and shook out his fur. He would go hunting. After all, the clan could always use some new fresh-kill.

After letting out a small yawn, Cottonfrost began to head toward the exit of the camp. It was a nice day out, he oculd hear the birds twittering madly away in the trees, and with a jolt, the tom stopped mid-stride. He parted his jaws and scented again. Surely no cat had left crowfood outside unburied? StarClan knows a small, adventurous kit would love to get into all kinds of trouble with rotten stuff like that. His frown deepened. Was that cat he smelled mixed with crowfood?! Deciding to investigate, he hurried through the entrance.

Cottonfrost spotted a ragged ginger she-cat, and knew instantly she was the source of the smell. Wondering how the heck she made it here, to the heart of ThunderClan, without being spotted, blew his mind. He approached Amber, and, his senses alert in case she tried to lash out, he addressed her with calm assertiveness.

"How did you come by here?" His voice was questioning yet serious. As he scanned her over once. To him, she seemed about six moons, maybe even younger. She was in bad condition, and didn't seem to have a clear head. After all, the female had entered ThunderClan camp without hesitation. The she-cat was outnumbered, like, 50 to one or something. His tail flicked back in forth, and he looked down on her with a stern, yet unhostile gaze. If it came down to driving her out, he doubted she would give him much trouble. She looked a small though a gust of wind would topple her off her paws.

[Risenphoenix]

Cottonfrost sighed, his dark grey head resting on his powerful paws. His sharp gaze wandered aimlessly around the clearing until it landed in the fresh-kill pile. Deciding to do something productive, the solid tom cat stood up and shook out his fur. He would go hunting. After all, the clan could always use some new fresh-kill.

After letting out a small yawn, Cottonfrost began to head toward the exit of the camp. It was a nice day out, he oculd hear the birds twittering madly away in the trees, and with a jolt, the tom stopped mid-stride. He parted his jaws and scented again. Surely no cat had left crowfood outside unburied? StarClan knows a small, adventurous kit would love to get into all kinds of trouble with rotten stuff like that. His frown deepened. Was that cat he smelled mixed with crowfood?! Deciding to investigate, he hurried through the entrance.

Cottonfrost spotted a ragged ginger she-cat, and knew instantly she was the source of the smell. Wondering how the heck she made it here, to the heart of ThunderClan, without being spotted, blew his mind. He approached Amber, and, his senses alert in case she tried to lash out, he addressed her with calm assertiveness.

"How did you come by here?" His voice was questioning yet serious. As he scanned her over once. To him, she seemed about six moons, maybe even younger. She was in bad condition, and didn't seem to have a clear head. After all, the female had entered ThunderClan camp without hesitation. The she-cat was outnumbered, like, 50 to one or something. His tail flicked back in forth, and he looked down on her with a stern, yet unhostile gaze. If it came down to driving her out, he doubted she would give him much trouble. She looked a small though a gust of wind would topple her off her paws.


Autumn's fur fluffed further as Cottonfrost approached her. Holy foxdung he was huge! Her eyes widened as she took an instinctive step back, wincing as her wounded forepaw touched the ground, giving it a bit of a shake and leaving it elevated rather than risk further aggravating it by putting it down again.

'Well, this is it. Are you a cat, or a mouse?' She thought to herself, and when the tom stopped in front of her, the pitiful scrap forced her fur to flatten and straightened up a bit, swallowing in nervousness as anxiety glimmered in her golden gaze, but there was a glow of determination there too as she met his stare evenly,

"I-I followed my nose." She admitted, "I saw some cats who smelled like the cats here, back that way." She gestured with her tail toward the way she came, "They were helping each other hunt, and one made sure the other one ate because they were so hungry." She paused, seeming to grow a bit less anxious the more she spoke, and her head tilted to one side,

"I knew you couldn't be like the cats that always chased me and Fern out of our nests. Those cats wouldn't give you a mouse tail if you were starving! And I've been lost for a whole moon since..." her ears flattened a bit as her eyes lost some of their lively glimmer, clouding for a moment, though they cleared as she plunged onward, "and I've been trying to remember what she taught me! I found juniper for my cough! But food has been hard and I cut my paw and got bit by a rat and I don't even know where I am!" Her voice rose into a distressed wail, breaking off into a series of soft coughs, though she had the manners to turn her head away so she didn't cough on him, plopping down onto her rump as if telling her story had exhausted her, though once she finished coughing she blinked and looked rather embarrassed,

"My name's Autumn." She added shyly, rather put out with herself that she'd forgotten to introduce herself before her brain had spilled out of her mouth.

[BluBunnie]

Burstpaw let out his own purr as the kit showed his gratitude. If Mousekit was nervous or fretful, he couldn't tell; he assumed he was still caught up in the thrill. "You're welcome," He replied, a twinkle of happiness showing in his eyes. That was his end goal, to make the younger cat happy, and creating fun memories for him made him realize how much he enjoyed being around kits. Never before had he assumed he'd like to play kit-sitter, but he did, in fact, find spending time with the young cats of his Clan quite entertaining. Who'd have thought that me, the shy scardy apprentice would hang around with kits? Maybe it was his true calling, since fighting was only going okay and hunting was nearly out of the question. I could live like that.

Burstpaw wrapped his tail around Mousekit; it wasn't tight in the slightest, just a little symbol of their newfound friendship. He knew he wouldn't like it if his tail touched him, so he set it gently on the ground beside them. "If you ever want to do this again," He started quietly, his nerves creeping up on him, "I'd be happy to give you another ride in the future." The apprentice looked down at the kit and gave a shy smile. His denmates might not approve of his quiet and anti-social tendencies, but Mousekit didn't seem to mind; he figured that was why he liked hanging out with the kit so much. We're so alike... I've never met anyone like me before. I hope he likes me too...

The kits amber hues shone with happiness as the older cat wrapped him tail around him. He had just met the cat, but he already saw him as an older brother or close friend. He had never clicked with a cat so easily, he struggled to make friends among his own age group. A smile took over his face when the older cat offered to take him on another ride sometime, "I would love to!" He squeaked loudly, his eyes widen as he realized how loud he was being. He looked down at the ground for a few moments, "I-is it e-embarrassing to be h-hanging out w-with me? " He asked quietly, he had realized how embarrassing it might be to hanging out with a kit like him. Apprentice sometimes saw themselves above kits and didn't like to be seen hanging out with them. He hoped he wasn't embarrassing Burstpaw, he had just made him his friend. He shuffled his paws nervously and stared at the ground.

[Bunnyburns36]

Her blue eyes glittered, watching the tom's eyes as he looked to the fresh kill pile. "My favorite is blackbird." She answered, looking to her friend. Quickly, she groomed some fur on her chest that was sticking up when she thought the tom had turned away to grab some food. Chestnutsong didn't want to look like she was still an apprentice to the other warrior. It had been only a few moons. I hope he didn't see that. Or if he did, I hope he doesn't mind. Snowwhisker is always so nice, so I doubt he will. She smiled, looking at the tom fondly.

"Blackbirds do taste good." Snowwhisker meowed in agreement, his tail swaying behind him. He looked back towards Chestnutsong, and smiled back at her. Her smile is so pretty... I am glad that I get to see it. He looked back over at the fresh-kill pile. I'll go see if there are any blackbirds, and I'll be back with the prey."

[ShiningFern]

"Blackbirds do taste good." Snowwhisker meowed in agreement, his tail swaying behind him. He looked back towards Chestnutsong, and smiled back at her. Her smile is so pretty... I am glad that I get to see it. He looked back over at the fresh-kill pile. I'll go see if there are any blackbirds, and I'll be back with the prey."

"Mhhh, they do. Okay, see you in a moment." She said, smiling. Her blue eyes were glowing slightly in the sunlight. She watched Snowwhisker, thinking. He is very nice...I wonder if we can talk a bit while we eat.

[MaskedBandits]

The kits amber hues shone with happiness as the older cat wrapped him tail around him. He had just met the cat, but he already saw him as an older brother or close friend. He had never clicked with a cat so easily, he struggled to make friends among his own age group. A smile took over his face when the older cat offered to take him on another ride sometime, "I would love to!" He squeaked loudly, his eyes widen as he realized how loud he was being. He looked down at the ground for a few moments, "I-is it e-embarrassing to be h-hanging out w-with me? " He asked quietly, he had realized how embarrassing it might be to hanging out with a kit like him. Apprentice sometimes saw themselves above kits and didn't like to be seen hanging out with them. He hoped he wasn't embarrassing Burstpaw, he had just made him his friend. He shuffled his paws nervously and stared at the ground.

Burstpaw raised his eyebrows at the question. Considering he'd just asked himself the same thing, he didn't have a real answer. If I say yes, he'll go away, but if I say no, will I be lying? He realized he was still trying to sort out an answer, but Mousekit needed him to say something, so he racked his brain for an appropriate response."Well, I don't see any of my denmates out here." It was true. He wasn't searching very hard, but from what he could tell, he was the only apprentice in the Clearing. "So I guess we can't embarrass each other when no one else is around to see us." He gave another encouraging smile to the kit, hoping he'd lift his head again. There's nothing to be ashamed of here. I used to stammer too. The tom wanted to say those words, but at the same time, he didn't want the smaller tom to look down upon himself more. He hoped Mousekit knew what he was attempting to say without using words.

[Charmer]

"Absolutely!" Hummingsong meowed excitedly,"Just let me drop this off and I'll be all set tot get going." The tortoiseshell shecat picked up the moss in her mouth and padded away, slipping into the elder's den for a moment before reappearing, aglow with excitement. "Ready to get going?" she asked, her tail swishing with excitement.

Bump

Jaymoon

[jaymoon]

"Absolutely!" Hummingsong meowed excitedly,"Just let me drop this off and I'll be all set tot get going." The tortoiseshell shecat picked up the moss in her mouth and padded away, slipping into the elder's den for a moment before reappearing, aglow with excitement. "Ready to get going?" she asked, her tail swishing with excitement.

Bump
cinderclaw got up and padded over to the toroiseshell and walked over to the entrence
(writers block)

[Charmer]

cinderclaw got up and padded over to the toroiseshell and walked over to the entrence
(writers block)

Hummingsong followed after the tom, a spring in her step as they made their way out of the camp for an afternoon of hunting.

(territory next?)

[wickedvirtues]

CandyFlossCat - Ebonypaw
It was another uneventful morning for the grumbling tom-cat known as Flintheart, his ears twitching the sounds of the cats conversing around him as he took a spot to sit on the edge of camp where, hopefully, nobody would bother him until that bumbling apprentice of his showed up for his next lesson. The limp carcass of a mouse hung from his jaws as he eased into a position where he laid down comfortably on the cooling, loose dirt in the darkened shade. The warrior dropped the fresh-kill between his paws, gazing around the clearing with his quiet, bluish green-hued eyes before bending down and taking a bite of his morning meal. His tail twitched now and then beside him as he went around silently, in his head, about what today’s lesson would be about and how things would go down if they went according to plan. It was a shame that no other mentors would join Flintheart with their own apprentices, but he honestly wasn’t surprised with this. He didn’t have many friends in his clan. The closest cat he could call a friend was Ivorypaw’s mentor, who he hardly talked to unless she was with them when Ebonypaw was bonding with his sister. The last time he had spoken to her was during the gathering, which was several moons ago. He wasn’t one who made friends, most cats seeing him as a bore or a stick in the mud.

(I'm sorry this is late ;-; school and writers block)
A young black tom trudged out of the apprentices den. Ivorypaw had yapped his ears off with squealing about how great the weather and training and anything possible was. Bleh! So much positivity. He couldn't take it! He loved his sister, of course, but she really was naive. They were in the middle of conflict and she just talked about how the clouds made a flower shape. He let out a sigh of annoyance at the thought of his littermates blabbering. Now he was probably going to be late for training! He scanned the area with eyes filled with irritation but curiosity. What would Flintheart have planned today for him to do? Probably something warrior-ish. Meaning hunting or training or a patrol and boarder stuff. He spotted his mentor and huffed silently. They both were..how to describe it? Not the nicest. He spotted Ivorypaw spring out of the den with full energy out of the corner of his vision, and she ran off to go do something with her own mentor. Ebonypaw walked over to the tom, trying to look more alert than he felt, and dipped his head with respect. "Hello, Flintheart." He mewed, keeping his tone cool. He didn't want to show his grouchiness towards his sisters squeals of happiness or his curiosity towards what the tom had planned. He just needed to remain..cool. Not show any prominent emotion, he wouldn't look too weird if he did that.

[doghouse]

Burnetkit was gazing around the nursery, searching for a semi-quiet game to play. Not many cats in the nursery (Besides all the grumpy queens) wanted to play games where you run around and play fight and such. Sure that stuff was fun, and Burnetkit was playful, but honestly sometimes they got too rowdy and led to arguments. The young molly didn't like that. One kit always went back to their mother crying in those situations. Often her. And let me tell you, Robinfur was not the greatest of all mothers. Despite her being kind and loving, she could be extremely prickly at times. Burnetkit's aunt, Creamfrost, who was also a Queen, was much preferred in those type of situations. Suddenly, a gentle tap on her shoulder broke the female kits thoughts. She whirled around to see her brother, Ravelledkit standing behind her. "Ravelledkit!" she purred.

Robinfur padded into the nursery, her eyes narrowed in annoyance. What luck for her to be stuck in the nursery again? With a tom who wasn't in her clan and didn't care for her's kits? Sure her two kits, Ravelledkit and Burnetkit were great, but honestly she just wanted to get back to warrior duties and never have to go into the nursery again, unless it was to see her sister. Robinfur was not the motherly type off cat. She had a soft spot in her heart for kits, sure, but that didn't mean she didn't want to get out and to fight and to hunt and patrol. All that lovely stuff you didn't do as a queen.

Ravelledkit purred and bounced up and down, his fluffy cream colored pelt fluffed out happily and eyes shining. He was still hyped up from having just made a new friend, though it was too bad that her mentor and another cat had taken her off on some patrol or something, because then he would've gotten to stay and play with her longer. He turned around when he heard a cat enter the nursery, and Ravelledkit's eyes lit up with delight as he spotted Robinfur, and he bounded over excitedly, pushing his nose into her fur and greeting, purring loudly. He had such a great family, although small, just him, his mother and his sister. But he liked it that way, and wouldn't have it any other, not for all the stars in Silverpelt. He pulled away, looking up expectantly at his mother's face, his eyes still wide with happiness, and he turned, bouncing back towards his sister and standing at her side, waiting.

[Captain]

(I'm sorry this is late ;-; school and writers block)
A young black tom trudged out of the apprentices den. Ivorypaw had yapped his ears off with squealing about how great the weather and training and anything possible was. Bleh! So much positivity. He couldn't take it! He loved his sister, of course, but she really was naive. They were in the middle of conflict and she just talked about how the clouds made a flower shape. He let out a sigh of annoyance at the thought of his littermates blabbering. Now he was probably going to be late for training! He scanned the area with eyes filled with irritation but curiosity. What would Flintheart have planned today for him to do? Probably something warrior-ish. Meaning hunting or training or a patrol and boarder stuff. He spotted his mentor and huffed silently. They both were..how to describe it? Not the nicest. He spotted Ivorypaw spring out of the den with full energy out of the corner of his vision, and she ran off to go do something with her own mentor. Ebonypaw walked over to the tom, trying to look more alert than he felt, and dipped his head with respect. "Hello, Flintheart." He mewed, keeping his tone cool. He didn't want to show his grouchiness towards his sisters squeals of happiness or his curiosity towards what the tom had planned. He just needed to remain..cool. Not show any prominent emotion, he wouldn't look too weird if he did that.
(It's okay!)

A lightened yawn escaped the older tom’s parted jaws, making his ears twitch slightly as he laid there in the peaceful shade. He took another bite of his fresh-kill that rested between his paws, uttering a slight satisfied hum of approval at the savory taste the filled his mouth. The meat of the mouse was not warm and fresh, but it still had the delicious taste that he loved. Flintheart was a simple male, not being too picky like some cats when it came to eating. As he silently munched on his breakfast, he caught the slight of a dark-furred figure padding closer to him out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he was able to detect that this was his apprentice, Ebonypaw, looking rather irritated, but something told the mentor that it wasn’t set around something that he himself had done. It could be anything, considering the stress that most apprentices at his age went through, but he decided to not voice his opinion. There was one thing that he hated and it was when others assumed things about yourself. Flintheart drew away from his thoughts however, when the young male greeted him with a respectful nod of his head. The male swallowed the meat in his mouth while giving a slight nod of his own. “Good morning, young Ebonypaw.” He said, his tongue skimming over his muzzle as he spoke, licking blood from his fur that was from the prey he was currently eating, “Have you had a bite to eat yet this morning? It is not wise to start training on an empty stomach, you know.” The tom reminded his student quietly, his tail twitching beside him as he grew relaxed and content for the moment.

[Aquarius]

Stormstripe nodded enthusiastically. "So there's not much of an age gap!" She tilted her head as he nearly asked her something, and then, seeing how lost in thought he was, decided to get something from the freshkill pile, hearing her belly rumble. She looked at Risingmoon, and told him, "I'm going to get something to eat. Do you want to share?"

Risingmoon nodded his head in agreement, finally realizing the conversation has resumed. He wondered what the she-cat had said, since he had unintentionally been tuned out, his vision sadly turned on something else. Yet he didn't want to ask what she said, so he wouldn't appear rude, and hoped that his nod was an adequate answer.
When Stormstripe asked about prey, he nodded eagerly. "If you wouldn't mind," the mottled tom replied, standing up. He quite liked this she-cat, if he was being totally honest. She was nicer and more accepting than some of the other ThunderClan warriors he had had run-ins with.

[wickedvirtues]

(It's okay!)

A lightened yawn escaped the older tom’s parted jaws, making his ears twitch slightly as he laid there in the peaceful shade. He took another bite of his fresh-kill that rested between his paws, uttering a slight satisfied hum of approval at the savory taste the filled his mouth. The meat of the mouse was not warm and fresh, but it still had the delicious taste that he loved. Flintheart was a simple male, not being too picky like some cats when it came to eating. As he silently munched on his breakfast, he caught the slight of a dark-furred figure padding closer to him out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he was able to detect that this was his apprentice, Ebonypaw, looking rather irritated, but something told the mentor that it wasn’t set around something that he himself had done. It could be anything, considering the stress that most apprentices at his age went through, but he decided to not voice his opinion. There was one thing that he hated and it was when others assumed things about yourself. Flintheart drew away from his thoughts however, when the young male greeted him with a respectful nod of his head. The male swallowed the meat in his mouth while giving a slight nod of his own. “Good morning, young Ebonypaw.” He said, his tongue skimming over his muzzle as he spoke, licking blood from his fur that was from the prey he was currently eating, “Have you had a bite to eat yet this morning? It is not wise to start training on an empty stomach, you know.” The tom reminded his student quietly, his tail twitching beside him as he grew relaxed and content for the moment.

Ebonypaw curled his tail around his paws, ears pricked as he held in a yawn. Why did Ivorypaw have to be so talkative? He flicked his ears and smoothed his fur, trying to look 'mature' in a way. "Not yet" he yawned, flinching slightly as he showed his tiredness. "I guess i'll grab something" he mumbled, standing and shaking out his pelt. He walked over to the prey pile, grabbing a mouse off the top. He wasn't picky, he'd eat anything except frog or fish. Rabbit was weird, but its taste was decent. He bit into the rodent, giving himself time to think about random apprentice stuff. Flintheart probably had something interesting planned for today. Then again, anything that didn't involve sitting around on his haunches socializing with others was interesting for him. He bit another chunk of meat off the prey and glanced around swiftly with a raking gaze. He didn't like most of his Clanmates. The only ones he could tolerate were the high ranks, his mentor (somewhat), and his sister..most of the time. Ebonypaw swiftly finished the mouse, as it had been pretty small. He wasn't like some cats, the smallest of prey would fill him up. In the mornings, anyways. He stretched, getting the stiff sleepiness out of his limbs. It'd be useless to have during training, it'd just make him lag behind his mentor. He flicked his tail and turned towards the strict tom. He enjoyed him as a mentor, not a friend in most aspects, but not someone he despised. He was lucky. The young apprentice hated most everyone. He walked over, giving a tiny nod to say 'alright, done' without talking, as he swallowed another yawn. He didn't want to be sluggish, so he flexed the muscles under his pelt.

[Undercover]

Autumn's fur fluffed further as Cottonfrost approached her. Holy foxdung he was huge! Her eyes widened as she took an instinctive step back, wincing as her wounded forepaw touched the ground, giving it a bit of a shake and leaving it elevated rather than risk further aggravating it by putting it down again.

'Well, this is it. Are you a cat, or a mouse?' She thought to herself, and when the tom stopped in front of her, the pitiful scrap forced her fur to flatten and straightened up a bit, swallowing in nervousness as anxiety glimmered in her golden gaze, but there was a glow of determination there too as she met his stare evenly,

"I-I followed my nose." She admitted, "I saw some cats who smelled like the cats here, back that way." She gestured with her tail toward the way she came, "They were helping each other hunt, and one made sure the other one ate because they were so hungry." She paused, seeming to grow a bit less anxious the more she spoke, and her head tilted to one side,

"I knew you couldn't be like the cats that always chased me and Fern out of our nests. Those cats wouldn't give you a mouse tail if you were starving! And I've been lost for a whole moon since..." her ears flattened a bit as her eyes lost some of their lively glimmer, clouding for a moment, though they cleared as she plunged onward, "and I've been trying to remember what she taught me! I found juniper for my cough! But food has been hard and I cut my paw and got bit by a rat and I don't even know where I am!" Her voice rose into a distressed wail, breaking off into a series of soft coughs, though she had the manners to turn her head away so she didn't cough on him, plopping down onto her rump as if telling her story had exhausted her, though once she finished coughing she blinked and looked rather embarrassed,

"My name's Autumn." She added shyly, rather put out with herself that she'd forgotten to introduce herself before her brain had spilled out of her mouth.
Cottonfrost's gaze shot to her paw as the female limped backward, wincing as she put weigh on the injury. She would need a medicine cat to take a look at her. She was a little ragged looking, and wondered how the cat before him came to be like this. Hopefully, she wouldn't start a disease around camp. That was the last thing ThunderClan needed.

He lifted his head slightly to meet her gaze, and immediately smoothed his fur. She didn't seem ready to fight him; on the contrary, she looked like she was about to speak. Cottonfrost saw determination glitter in her eyes and instantly felt admiration. If the cat could be determined like that in front of a huge tom like him in an unfamiliar place, then she outbeat many others.

Cottonfrost listened as she spoke. Her voice was even and she seemed to become less nervous the more she talked. So she had tracked her way here? Impressive. How did she not meet a patrol though? That tugged a touch of curiosity into him. Maybe she had just been lucky to find cats at the heart of ThunderClan and not have been driven off.

"Then you must not have encountered any cats but me until now." He meowed, flicking his tail. Then, Cottonfrost stopped as she spoke again, this time with more words. He gave a startled blink as she finished her story with a cough and sat down in front of him. Now he knew for certain that she was in no condition to attack him. He looked around once to make sure they were alone, he was just outside the entrance and were in the shadows of the boundary wall. The chance of being discovered was extremely slim. With a shrug, he sat down opposite her.

"Nice to meet you, Autumn. I'm Cottonfrost." After introducing himself, got to the main part of her little telling. "You say you and your companion, Fern, were driven away by some cats like us, but not us?" He was a tad confused, and had some troubled following what she had been saying. It wasn't her, though, it juts him his a while longer to process things than normal cats.

[BluBunnie]

Burstpaw raised his eyebrows at the question. Considering he'd just asked himself the same thing, he didn't have a real answer. If I say yes, he'll go away, but if I say no, will I be lying? He realized he was still trying to sort out an answer, but Mousekit needed him to say something, so he racked his brain for an appropriate response."Well, I don't see any of my denmates out here." It was true. He wasn't searching very hard, but from what he could tell, he was the only apprentice in the Clearing. "So I guess we can't embarrass each other when no one else is around to see us." He gave another encouraging smile to the kit, hoping he'd lift his head again. There's nothing to be ashamed of here. I used to stammer too. The tom wanted to say those words, but at the same time, he didn't want the smaller tom to look down upon himself more. He hoped Mousekit knew what he was attempting to say without using words.


Mousekit looked up for a few moments to check the Clearing for any apprentices, he didn't really see anyone so he supposed Burstpaw was right. Uncertain clouded his eyes for a few moments before looking back up at the older cat, a small brightness shone in his eyes. "O-okay! I g-guess that's g-good!" He purred slightly. "S-so what do you w-want to d-do now?" He tilted his head as he continued to watch the older cat.

[Risenphoenix]

Cottonfrost's gaze shot to her paw as the female limped backward, wincing as she put weigh on the injury. She would need a medicine cat to take a look at her. She was a little ragged looking, and wondered how the cat before him came to be like this. Hopefully, she wouldn't start a disease around camp. That was the last thing ThunderClan needed.

He lifted his head slightly to meet her gaze, and immediately smoothed his fur. She didn't seem ready to fight him; on the contrary, she looked like she was about to speak. Cottonfrost saw determination glitter in her eyes and instantly felt admiration. If the cat could be determined like that in front of a huge tom like him in an unfamiliar place, then she outbeat many others.

Cottonfrost listened as she spoke. Her voice was even and she seemed to become less nervous the more she talked. So she had tracked her way here? Impressive. How did she not meet a patrol though? That tugged a touch of curiosity into him. Maybe she had just been lucky to find cats at the heart of ThunderClan and not have been driven off.

"Then you must not have encountered any cats but me until now." He meowed, flicking his tail. Then, Cottonfrost stopped as she spoke again, this time with more words. He gave a startled blink as she finished her story with a cough and sat down in front of him. Now he knew for certain that she was in no condition to attack him. He looked around once to make sure they were alone, he was just outside the entrance and were in the shadows of the boundary wall. The chance of being discovered was extremely slim. With a shrug, he sat down opposite her.

"Nice to meet you, Autumn. I'm Cottonfrost." After introducing himself, got to the main part of her little telling. "You say you and your companion, Fern, were driven away by some cats like us, but not us?" He was a tad confused, and had some troubled following what she had been saying. It wasn't her, though, it juts him his a while longer to process things than normal cats.

Autumn let out a silent breath of relief as the Tom seemed to relax, her tail tip flicking a bit, and she shook her head,

"No, I hadn't. I mean, I saw cats, but I stayed hidden until I saw the cats here helped each other. Most of the cats I'm used to don't. That's why I knew I had to find more that had the same scent." She mewed, shifting to lick at her right flank a bit before she looked back to him, her eyes lighting up at his returned greeting,

"Cottonfrost; I like that name. It's nice to meet you, too." She nodded then, to his question, "Fern was my mother, we were chased off a lot by cats, they smelled kind of like crowfood. They were very mean; even when I was little I would have to claw and bite to give us a chance to get away from our nest. The last time... we were chased off just before a bad storm, so we were trying to find a new nest to shelter. We... we ran into a fox." Her fur fluffed up a bit as she swallowed, her paws shifting on the ground, "I had seen foxes before but this one was huge. I think it's what Fern always called a dog-fox. Fern fought him! She was so brave. I wanted to help but she yowled at me to run, so I did. I made it up into a tree several fox-lengths away, and I stayed there until I knew it was safe to come down. I went back to where I left her, and... the fox had killed her." Her ears drooped a bit, before her eyes shone with pride, "But from the smell of fox blood, she had given it a lot of reason to think twice about going after a cat again."

[MaskedBandits]

Mousekit looked up for a few moments to check the Clearing for any apprentices, he didn't really see anyone so he supposed Burstpaw was right. Uncertain clouded his eyes for a few moments before looking back up at the older cat, a small brightness shone in his eyes. "O-okay! I g-guess that's g-good!" He purred slightly. "S-so what do you w-want to d-do now?" He tilted his head as he continued to watch the older cat.

Burstpaw looked up at the bright sky, pensively thinking of other fun activities. He wasn't sure what all Mousekit was into; he didn't know what the kit thought was childish or too kit-like. He probably plays mossball a lot, or he could be too old for that... so what else is there? He was running on empty. No good games came to mind, and he was fairly certain he didn't want another badger ride. He knew they could always go their separate ways, but he didn't want to say goodbye to Mousekit just yet; not unless they stood around awkwardly for the next hour. Think, Burstpaw, think! What did you like to do when you were his age?

And slowly an idea took shape. It wasn't the greatest of plans in any way, but it was all he had. With no time to think about how to word his scheme, Burstpaw was forced to wing it - something he very much disliked. Well, here goes nothing. "Hmm..." It was his turn to stare at the ground, to shuffle his paws. "Maybe we could... play I Spy or something, if you want." His voice was quiet, quieter than it'd been since talking to Mousekit. He was nervous, yes, and found, to his dismay, that it was showing through his volume level and actions. Don't make him think you're scared! He tried to tell himself, but it was to no avail. His fearful nature, the one he tried so hard to hide, was peeking through, and he wasn't sure whether it was for better or for worse.

[Captain]

Ebonypaw curled his tail around his paws, ears pricked as he held in a yawn. Why did Ivorypaw have to be so talkative? He flicked his ears and smoothed his fur, trying to look 'mature' in a way. "Not yet" he yawned, flinching slightly as he showed his tiredness. "I guess i'll grab something" he mumbled, standing and shaking out his pelt. He walked over to the prey pile, grabbing a mouse off the top. He wasn't picky, he'd eat anything except frog or fish. Rabbit was weird, but its taste was decent. He bit into the rodent, giving himself time to think about random apprentice stuff. Flintheart probably had something interesting planned for today. Then again, anything that didn't involve sitting around on his haunches socializing with others was interesting for him. He bit another chunk of meat off the prey and glanced around swiftly with a raking gaze. He didn't like most of his Clanmates. The only ones he could tolerate were the high ranks, his mentor (somewhat), and his sister..most of the time. Ebonypaw swiftly finished the mouse, as it had been pretty small. He wasn't like some cats, the smallest of prey would fill him up. In the mornings, anyways. He stretched, getting the stiff sleepiness out of his limbs. It'd be useless to have during training, it'd just make him lag behind his mentor. He flicked his tail and turned towards the strict tom. He enjoyed him as a mentor, not a friend in most aspects, but not someone he despised. He was lucky. The young apprentice hated most everyone. He walked over, giving a tiny nod to say 'alright, done' without talking, as he swallowed another yawn. He didn't want to be sluggish, so he flexed the muscles under his pelt.
The quiet, observant warrior watched as his apprentice padded off to the fresh-kill pile to eat his own share for the morning, to which Flintheart nodded with satisfaction at the younger tom’s choice as he finished off his own mouse the rested between his paws. After that was done, he brushed away the remains and sat up, licking his paws and drawing them over his head, straightening the ruffled fur and awaiting Ebonypaw’s return so that today’s lesson could start. A lightened, relaxed hum stirred from the grey-furred male as he felt a quiet, low breeze ruffle through his short, clean pelt for a moment or two. He straightened up, however, when the small Ebonypaw returned to him, giving a tiny silent nod that he had eaten. “Good.” The mentor murmured, a softened, slight smile resting on his maw, “Since you did so well during your hunting lesson, we’ll be starting your battle training with some practice moves and even some sparring if you’d like. Come along with me.” Flintheart remarked, standing up with a tired huff and beckoning the apprentice to follow as he walked off to the training area.

[Foggy22]

Risingmoon nodded his head in agreement, finally realizing the conversation has resumed. He wondered what the she-cat had said, since he had unintentionally been tuned out, his vision sadly turned on something else. Yet he didn't want to ask what she said, so he wouldn't appear rude, and hoped that his nod was an adequate answer.
When Stormstripe asked about prey, he nodded eagerly. "If you wouldn't mind," the mottled tom replied, standing up. He quite liked this she-cat, if he was being totally honest. She was nicer and more accepting than some of the other ThunderClan warriors he had had run-ins with.

"Okay," Stormstripe said. "I'll be right back." She got up, and padded slowly to the freshkill pile, her large belly making her slow and clumsy. When she got there, she paused, looking for something big enough for both of them to share. Finally, she picked up a large squirrel. This will do for both of us. she decided, and half carried half dragged it back to where Risingmoon was sitting. She dropped it at his feet, and sat down next to him again. "Do you think this will be big enough for both of us?" she asked.

[Aquarius]

[COLOR="Silver"]"Okay," Stormstripe said. "I'll be right back." She got up, and padded slowly to the freshkill pile, her large belly making her slow and clumsy. When she got there, she paused, looking for something big enough for both of them to share. Finally, she picked up a large squirrel. This will do for both of us. she decided, and half carried half dragged it back to where Risingmoon was sitting. She dropped it at his feet, and sat down next to him again. "Do you think this will be big enough for both of us?" she asked.[/QUOTE]
[CENTER][FONT="Times New Roman"]Risingmoon nodded, smiling at the she-cat's generousity. He saw her hobbling over and would have went to help, but before he knew it, Stormstripe was already back. "I think it is," he agreed, since the squirrel seemed fairly large. He also assumed the molly would need more than the average cat, since she was carrying a litter of kits. He didn't know much about pregnancy, so he didn't want to be assuming anything, but he wasn't overly anyways. He sat down again, curling his mottled tail around himself. "Thank you," he said, dipping his head politely.

[wickedvirtues]

The quiet, observant warrior watched as his apprentice padded off to the fresh-kill pile to eat his own share for the morning, to which Flintheart nodded with satisfaction at the younger tom’s choice as he finished off his own mouse the rested between his paws. After that was done, he brushed away the remains and sat up, licking his paws and drawing them over his head, straightening the ruffled fur and awaiting Ebonypaw’s return so that today’s lesson could start. A lightened, relaxed hum stirred from the grey-furred male as he felt a quiet, low breeze ruffle through his short, clean pelt for a moment or two. He straightened up, however, when the small Ebonypaw returned to him, giving a tiny silent nod that he had eaten. “Good.” The mentor murmured, a softened, slight smile resting on his maw, “Since you did so well during your hunting lesson, we’ll be starting your battle training with some practice moves and even some sparring if you’d like. Come along with me.” Flintheart remarked, standing up with a tired huff and beckoning the apprentice to follow as he walked off to the training area.

Ebonypaw sat, his muscles a bit more relaxed. He wasn't the most..nervous when it came to training. He didn't like being treated like a kit, which Flintheart didn't do, so he honestly didn't mind it. He found it interesting how he thought of things to help his skills grow. Ebonypaw glanced at his mentor, his tail sweeping over his paws as he waited patiently for his mentor to say what they were doing today. The flavor of mouse was still on his tongue, which was fine with him, and he was content with his current situation. He gazed at the clear sky, which was dappled with fluffy clouds amongst blue. Perfect for practicing, the weather was nice and cool wind swept at his pelt. He smiled slightly back, not used to being smiled at. "Alright, sounds like a good plan." He mewed, giving a tiny dip of his head. Fighting. He was better at fighting than hunting, the opposite of Ivorypaw. He liked his mentor..he considered him like a...father-mentor-teacher mixed into one. If that made sense in any sort of way. He stood, his muscles loose and his ears pricked. He followed his mentor eagerly, determined to gain more fighting skills.

[Foggy22]

[FONT="Times New Roman"][COLOR="White"]Risingmoon nodded, smiling at the she-cat's generousity. He saw her hobbling over and would have went to help, but before he knew it, Stormstripe was already back. "I think it is," he agreed, since the squirrel seemed fairly large. He also assumed the molly would need more than the average cat, since she was carrying a litter of kits. He didn't know much about pregnancy, so he didn't want to be assuming anything, but he wasn't overly anyways. He sat down again, curling his mottled tail around himself. "Thank you," he said, dipping his head politely.

Stormstripe blushed slightly at the thanks, not knowing why. "No problem. We're clanmates, after all!" she replied, and took a bite out of the squirrel. She let the flavours seep over her tongue. I knew it was the right decision to join ThunderClan! she thought, and curled her tail over her paws. She took another smaller bite. "You have the next bites," she offered. For some reason, sharing food with Risingmoon felt...right, in a way. Honestly, just being around Risingmoon felt right to Stormstripe.

[Momotaro]

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[RipplePaw]

Charmer

SparrowFang looked around the clearing for something to do. From the exciting thing that happened yesterday, she found the things she usually found exciting were more boring. Maybe she would find something to do later.
(Sorry it's kinda short I have to go :()

[Socks]

Tawnystream was kinda, and a bit generally hurt that Rushshade didn't want to chat, or talk anymore, nor being interested in the conversation anymore. But she understood a little bit. It was almost the end of the day anyways, so really, it was understandable they didn't want to talk. And, a lot of cats probably got annoyed at Tawnystream's nonsensical chit chat anyways. And, Rushshade probably was one of those cats. She did talk too much. A lot. And, probably would never stop if she could. Her tail twitched, and gave another small smile in Rushshade's direction. "Maybe we could chat another time?" She tilted her head at the tom, amber optics glancing at the bones of the shrew she just finished, and then focused on Rushshade.
Rushshade let out a silent sigh, glancing at the other to the side. He wondered if he could just say 'no' or if the other would be upset. An upset cat is the worst, sadness was an emotion that Rushshade could absolutely not deal with. Sad cats would get hysterical, they'd want comfort Rushshade couldn't give. How does someone even comfort someone else, it was all so strange to the creme tom. He decided against risking making her upset. "Maybe." He responded instead, happy that at least he was away from her now rather than having to sit more into the night listening to her chat. He wanted to walk around now, a nice walk in the woods with the cool breeze would calm his nerves.

[Charmer]

Charmer

SparrowFang looked around the clearing for something to do. From the exciting thing that happened yesterday, she found the things she usually found exciting were more boring. Maybe she would find something to do later.
(Sorry it's kinda short I have to go :()

(It's alright) Morningblue emerged from the warriors den, and stretched, giving his chest a few quick licks. He had slept in, which was unlike him, but yesterday had been eventful, to say the least. He spotted Sparrowfang from across the clearing and waved his tail in greeting as he began to pad up. "I bet that nap was particularly nice after what we went through," he commented, flatly.

[Blue Jay]

Snowfall snickered at Sprucefur as he somehow went back into his apprentice days. It brought back memories from her past, but she didn't feel like bringing it up; she was still pretty much waking up.

She ignored the sudden pang of hunger, instead deciding to hunt before she helped herself. Oh, yeah. Maybe I should ask Sprucefur about coming? The ThunderClan Warrior rolled onto her back, turning her head so she had her gaze locked with the tom's eyes, Then again, it's what we always do. Maybe we could try something new for a change?

The she-cat smiled. "Hey, sleepyhead," she greeted before gracefully padding out of the Warrior's Den.
Aura - Sorry for the late reply!))

[Aquarius]

Stormstripe blushed slightly at the thanks, not knowing why. "No problem. We're clanmates, after all!" she replied, and took a bite out of the squirrel. She let the flavours seep over her tongue. I knew it was the right decision to join ThunderClan! she thought, and curled her tail over her paws. She took another smaller bite. "You have the next bites," she offered. For some reason, sharing food with Risingmoon felt...right, in a way. Honestly, just being around Risingmoon felt right to Stormstripe.

"Yeah, I suppose," chuckled Risingmoon, feeling lighter. Lately, the tom's life had been pretty much him sitting in solitude, since cats rarely talked to him for they knew he could just barely keep a conversation. Not that he could control that, anyways - he had had attention deficit disorder since he was just a young kit, and it had made growing up fairly hard and lonely for him. He looked down at the plump squirrel and nodded gratefully at Stormstripe. He craned his neck and took two small bites, knowing that the she-cat probably needed it more than he did. "You can have the rest," he offered to the molly. He wasn't all that hungry anyways, but he was grateful that he had had a chance to eat with another cat for a change. It was a first, for him after all, and for some reason made him feel better. As if.... as if he were a normal cat. Just a normal Clanmate, having normal conversations with fellow warriors. And that felt good.

[dionysus]

(The RP died so I'm just going to post so that we can get this back on track :3 @RedHead (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=40) @SpiralWhirl (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=4469) @SamCats (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=4089) @mompaws (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=4480) @Mystical (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=2991) @Empress Of Evil (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=35))

Flashpaw rolled onto the ground, pushing away from Breezepaw after their play fight. His breath was gone but he still wheezed out jubilant laughs. Dust was floating through the air and shrouding his gleaming black-striped, amber coat. The sunlight glinted off of his white teeth as he chuckled with his paws and tail waving in the air. Finally, the tom rolled to his stomach and rose to his paws. Shaking the dust out of his fur, Flashpaw sauntered over to Breezepaw and Aspenkit with a smug look. In his eyes, he'd won the play fight.
"Hmmm, what are we going to do today?" He repeated to himself, flicking his tail tip as he sat down and wrapped it over his paws. The bengal blinked his golden eyes lazily as he thought of the possibilities of the day. After the exertion of the play fight, the apprentice was left rather hungry and Flashpaw's stomach interrupted him with a rumble. It gave the young cat an idea and he called to his friends, scattered around the clearing, "We should go hunting!" There was plenty of prey on the fresh kill pile, but Flashpaw preferred the taste of freshly caught prey. Flashpaw stood and began to walk to the entrance. He didn't know whether his friends would follow or not but the apprentice didn't mind if they stayed. He wasn't their mentor, if one of them didn't want to hunt, they didn't have to. The friend group spent most of their time together, but they didn't need to do absolutely everything with each other.

[Empress Of Evil]

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Doing her best to shield the disappointment in her eyes, Featherpaw entered the camp entrance with her gaze lowered to the floor. She had set out early this morning to do hunting, and hopefully come back with enough prey to feed a few mouths and impress her mentor. And now, with the sun slowly making its way to the highest point in the sky, she had not a single piece of prey clutched between her jaws. Normally the she-cat wasn't very disappointed when she couldn't find any prey, but after spending a whole morning only to return with nothing, it was hard not to feel upset. At least she didn't blame herself for the lack of findings. Featherpaw was a skilled hunter, and probably a better hunter than she was a fighter. Most of the time she caught her prey, but this situation had nothing to do with her hunting skills. She hadn't been able to find any prey, and for that, she blamed the twolegs and the weather. The twolegs were expanding the Thunderpath and that was scaring the prey away. At the same time, Leaf-Bare was approaching quickly and the weather was getting colder, forcing prey to hide deeper in their burrows.
With her bright blue eyes dulled and lowered to the ground, she wasn't watching where she was going. As a result of this, she ended up bumping into somebody. Her head shot up, her saddened look temporarily replaced with an apologetic one. "Sorry!" She said quickly. It was only when she took a moment to look at the cat that she realised who it was. "Oh it's you." Featherpaw felt her pelt heat up as she realised how disappointed she sounded to see Flashpaw. It wasn't that she wasn't happy to see him, after all, she always liked to see her friends, but her whole mood seemed to be down right now.
"Anyway, what are we doing?" Featherpaw asked, steering him away from her previous words and quietly hoping he hadn't been offended by her words. The Ragdoll noticed how her the rest of her friends were scattered across the clearing and Flashpaw looked like he was talking to them. Had they come up with something fun to do? Hopefully they had. The apprentice wanted to take her mind off her disappointment and she wanted to forget she had ever gone hunting in the first place.

[BluBunnie]

Burstpaw looked up at the bright sky, pensively thinking of other fun activities. He wasn't sure what all Mousekit was into; he didn't know what the kit thought was childish or too kit-like. He probably plays mossball a lot, or he could be too old for that... so what else is there? He was running on empty. No good games came to mind, and he was fairly certain he didn't want another badger ride. He knew they could always go their separate ways, but he didn't want to say goodbye to Mousekit just yet; not unless they stood around awkwardly for the next hour. Think, Burstpaw, think! What did you like to do when you were his age?

And slowly an idea took shape. It wasn't the greatest of plans in any way, but it was all he had. With no time to think about how to word his scheme, Burstpaw was forced to wing it - something he very much disliked. Well, here goes nothing. "Hmm..." It was his turn to stare at the ground, to shuffle his paws. "Maybe we could... play I Spy or something, if you want." His voice was quiet, quieter than it'd been since talking to Mousekit. He was nervous, yes, and found, to his dismay, that it was showing through his volume level and actions. Don't make him think you're scared! He tried to tell himself, but it was to no avail. His fearful nature, the one he tried so hard to hide, was peeking through, and he wasn't sure whether it was for better or for worse.

Mousekit watched the older tom as he thought, Mousekit never played much with others so he only knew of a few games that the two could play. He was still a bit tired from the badger ride and hoped Burstpaw wouldn't pick another tiring activity. He let out a mental sigh of relief when the cat suggested I Spy, although Mousekot had only watched others play that game. "I've only watched my denmated play the game but I would be happy to play it with you!" He squeaked, he could tell the older cat seemed a bit nervous and hoped his excitement would make him feel better. He looked around the clearing for a few moments and wondered what he would pick. "Can you go first? Please?" The smaller.tom wanted to see how it was done before he went, he didn't want ro look like a complete idiot in front of hos new friend.

[Spirit]

Dreamkit, the young, silvery pelted she-kit, padded into the den after her mother and littermates. In reality, she had wanted to stay behind,
but seeing as all her littermates followed along, she figured she had to.
The young kit placed herself right by the entrance of the den, just watching,
her cold eyes taking in every move. She could hear Dark in the back of her mind, talking to her, so she did not feel alone. Light was not present at the moment, so there were no arguments in her mind, which she found calming.
Those two were always at each other's throats, which she did not understand with her young mind.
Watching her mother, she put on a small frown for a few moments. Why was her mother down here in the first place. Dreamkit knew that the medicine cat was Raincloud's brother, but that didn't mean her mother could just trot into the den whenever she wanted, did it? Dreamkit knew her mother was not wounded, at least as far as she had noticed, so she was very suspicious as to why the older copy of herself were down here in the first place.
Dreamkit did not really like her family. Dark and Light were her family,
in her mind. They were the ones there to comfort her. She had never spoken up about the voices in her head, and kept to herself whenever she were talking out loud to them. For now, she was only thinking as she spoke to Dark and watched her family from the entrance

The Eye Of The Storm fenic! starfall Celestial

[wren]

Dreamkit, the young, silvery pelted she-kit, padded into the den after her mother and littermates. In reality, she had wanted to stay behind,
but seeing as all her littermates followed along, she figured she had to.
The young kit placed herself right by the entrance of the den, just watching,
her cold eyes taking in every move. She could hear Dark in the back of her mind, talking to her, so she did not feel alone. Light was not present at the moment, so there were no arguments in her mind, which she found calming.
Those two were always at each other's throats, which she did not understand with her young mind.
Watching her mother, she put on a small frown for a few moments. Why was her mother down here in the first place. Dreamkit knew that the medicine cat was Raincloud's brother, but that didn't mean her mother could just trot into the den whenever she wanted, did it? Dreamkit knew her mother was not wounded, at least as far as she had noticed, so she was very suspicious as to why the older copy of herself were down here in the first place.
Dreamkit did not really like her family. Dark and Light were her family,
in her mind. They were the ones there to comfort her. She had never spoken up about the voices in her head, and kept to herself whenever she were talking out loud to them. For now, she was only thinking as she spoke to Dark and watched her family from the entrance

The Eye Of The Storm fenic! starfall Celestial



Wheatfur busied himself round the den, the tom scanning the rows of herbs making sure they were all in their proper places. Signing contently he turned around and spotted his sister walking to the den. Tom rushed forward smiling at his sibling, ``Raincloud!`` he exclaimed, bowing his head respectfully, ``Its so good to see you! Between your kits and my duties there has been no time to talk, how have you been?`` Wheatfur took in Rainclouds frazzled state, ``You look....`` He struggled to find the words.... ``a bit disheveled?... Have a rest,`` The tom stared her in the eyes, his excitement fading, and his elder brother attitude, {even though was the same age}, appeared. He could read her sister like a book, and that was not always a good thing. ``You want to talk about the kits.`` He said plainly, face unreadable. The Lion like tom's demeanour changed, he was no longer a tom excited by his sister, he was now a medicine cat helping a patient, and looking at the wounds that were not physical. Wheatfur sighed. ``Tell me what it is.`` He asked.

A small silver siamese kit snuck into the den. The kit carefully hid behind rocks and snuck under moss. Unlike her sister she was not in over her head, and preferred to go about things with caution, though she dint go blatant walking in the den, like her brother. The small kit siddled behind some boulders they weren't actually Boulders, but to her it look like one. The kit continued on her `quest`, And made it to where Albasterkit was. The Molly spotted Stonekit and whispered quickly, ``Get back, Mother won't want us here, she is talking to Uncle Wheatfur, Maybe its something important, your lucky Uncle didn't notice you. Its definitely interesting, so we cant miss out, but we cant be seen!`` The kit hissed, before ducking back behind the walls. She turned her attention to her sister. ``What have they been saying? Anything about us?``

{Sorry its shorter, I haven't had any good ideas,
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Spirit

The white tom spotted his mother and sister slip into the medicine cat den, his own curiosity to go see the inside of the den bubbled inside of him, but he hesitated, he knew better. One by one he watched his brothers and sisters pile into the den that stunk of herbs, and finally his paws started moving, dragging him in the direction of the den, in the direction of his family. The kit knew that his mother didn't really like them, she barely hung around them, and whenever she was around him and his siblings she always had a snarl in her face and hatred and annoyance in her eyes. Stonekit slunk into the den and sat himself down right next to his mother, looking up at Hernandez for a few seconds before he returned his attention back to where her own blue gaze was fixated. The Tokinese feline wrapped his tail around his paws and sat perfectly still, the perfect posture, he learned at a younger age that if he took one step out of line his mother would snap at not only him, but his siblings, and he didn't really want that, especially since they were visiting their uncle. After a few seconds passed the young tom looked up at his mother, remembering just how alike they looked, and cocked his head to the side "Mommy...what are we doing here?" he asked as politely as possible, his tail tip flicked back and fourth as he awaited and answer. "You're not sick are you mommy? If you are I can make it better." he stated, hoping that Raincloud really wasn't sick.



"Nothing really, I just got here" she commented with a smile and a shrug. She looked sternly at stone kit once he came stumbling to the little cleft she and her sister had been hiding in. "Mousebrain!" she whispered harshly "Don't you know anything about spy missions! They can't see us!" alabasterkit said trying to put on her older sister voice and be demanding, I'm clearly the bets kit. Mom likes me more than them. So I should be the leader of the mission! she thought pridefully. She looked between her siblings a moment later a devious smile growing on her face. "If we are going to hear anything we have to get closer! So follow my lead!" she whispered to her other siblings happily. Just as she turned to leave she spotted dreamkit standing blatantly like a sheep in the middle of the entrance. Her eyes widened with horror. They are going to see her! Shoving past her siblings thistlekit and stonekit she wriggled her haunches than sprang, completely off target she hit the ground but ran over to dream kit bowling her over by leaping into her side paws outstretched. Both kits when tumbling across the ground and right into thicket on the other side of the cave. Panting alabaster looked down at dream kit fury in her eyes. "what are you doing!" she wailed. She got off her sister and shook off the dust that collected on her pelt. dreamkit is so distant, she doesn't know how to play games or do anything right! She's going to blow this for us! alabaster kit sighed and shook her head at her sibling closing her eyes in dissapointment. "Are you coming or not! Your going to blow the whole mission for us If I didn't get you out of the way! I bet they are suspicious now" alabasterkit said sternly. She than turned and stormed off to a better position. She looked across the way at stonekit and thistlekit for a good moment. Than took a deep breath. She looked over her shoulder at her mother and wheatfur who were now talking in hushed voices. Her ears angled to hear better but she couldn't pick up anything. Than she scurried across the entrance and joined her siblings at the other side, she waved her tail at dream kit as a final call before looking at the siblings beside her, nodding, than slunk off towards her mother and uncle.

Raincloud hung her head in shame when wheatfur mentioned the kits. It was certainly what she was here for, and yet she didn't have the heart to bring it up anymore. Looking away for a moment the she cat sighed and shrugged. "Nothing has gotten better you know. Day in day out I'm watching those wretched things and you know what. It feels like I'll be doing it all my life" she commented sourly. She leaned over and butted heads with her brother in a loving way. "I'm not a mother, I've never been a mother. And you know what, I'm so bad at int the queens in the nursery are suspecting the father is a rouge..." she looked away now. Tears in her eyes. Her laws fumbled nervously below her and she snuffled for a moment. "That's why I want them gone..." she said straightening up a moment later. Looking into his eyes for a solid moment. She understood wheatfur wanted little nieces and nephews but she was not the sibling to give them too him. She reached out a law and settled it on his, looking into his eyes for a long moment. "You must understand... "

[Spirit]

"Nothing really, I just got here" she commented with a smile and a shrug. She looked sternly at stone kit once he came stumbling to the little cleft she and her sister had been hiding in. "Mousebrain!" she whispered harshly "Don't you know anything about spy missions! They can't see us!" alabasterkit said trying to put on her older sister voice and be demanding, I'm clearly the bets kit. Mom likes me more than them. So I should be the leader of the mission! she thought pridefully. She looked between her siblings a moment later a devious smile growing on her face. "If we are going to hear anything we have to get closer! So follow my lead!" she whispered to her other siblings happily. Just as she turned to leave she spotted dreamkit standing blatantly like a sheep in the middle of the entrance. Her eyes widened with horror. They are going to see her! Shoving past her siblings thistlekit and stonekit she wriggled her haunches than sprang, completely off target she hit the ground but ran over to dream kit bowling her over by leaping into her side paws outstretched. Both kits when tumbling across the ground and right into thicket on the other side of the cave. Panting alabaster looked down at dream kit fury in her eyes. "what are you doing!" she wailed. She got off her sister and shook off the dust that collected on her pelt. dreamkit is so distant, she doesn't know how to play games or do anything right! She's going to blow this for us! alabaster kit sighed and shook her head at her sibling closing her eyes in dissapointment. "Are you coming or not! Your going to blow the whole mission for us If I didn't get you out of the way! I bet they are suspicious now" alabasterkit said sternly. She than turned and stormed off to a better position. She looked across the way at stonekit and thistlekit for a good moment. Than took a deep breath. She looked over her shoulder at her mother and wheatfur who were now talking in hushed voices. Her ears angled to hear better but she couldn't pick up anything. Than she scurried across the entrance and joined her siblings at the other side, she waved her tail at dream kit as a final call before looking at the siblings beside her, nodding, than slunk off towards her mother and uncle.

Raincloud hung her head in shame when wheatfur mentioned the kits. It was certainly what she was here for, and yet she didn't have the heart to bring it up anymore. Looking away for a moment the she cat sighed and shrugged. "Nothing has gotten better you know. Day in day out I'm watching those wretched things and you know what. It feels like I'll be doing it all my life" she commented sourly. She leaned over and butted heads with her brother in a loving way. "I'm not a mother, I've never been a mother. And you know what, I'm so bad at int the queens in the nursery are suspecting the father is a rouge..." she looked away now. Tears in her eyes. Her laws fumbled nervously below her and she snuffled for a moment. "That's why I want them gone..." she said straightening up a moment later. Looking into his eyes for a solid moment. She understood wheatfur wanted little nieces and nephews but she was not the sibling to give them too him. She reached out a law and settled it on his, looking into his eyes for a long moment. "You must understand... "


Dreamkit hissed and smacked out at Alabasterkit as her sister smashed into her. Growling lightly she went down into an attack position, startled and annoyed at the sudden attack. "Leave me alone! Your stupid, foolish stealth mission doesn't interest me a BIT!" She hissed, Dark now talking to her and trying to make her attack her sister. Dreamkit really wanted to, but she knew that if she did so in the middle of the medicine den, she would be in LOTS of trouble, so she just smashed Alabasterkit on the head with a soft paw and retreated into a dark corner of the den, her fangs bared into a silent growl.
She hated her siblings. They were all over the place and tumbling around like tumbleweeds in a storm! What was with them! Foolish littermates,
always playing kitish games and fooling around. Dreamkit was not interested in that banter. She wanted to become strong and dangerous, so she could finally show her littermates who were the strongest of them all, and make them fear her if they didn't already. She was the dark part of the litter.
If anyone annoyed her, she would lash out, following Dark's aggressive comments. She looked forward to becoming an apprentice, so she could learn real battle moves and show the world who she was. She hated being little and pushed around like she meant nothing.

fenic! starfall The Eye Of The Storm Celestial

[Cosmo]

Beau RedHead SpiralWhirl SamCats mompaws Empress Of Evil Sage

Aspenkit, who did not consider herself to have actually been in the play fight at all, was grooming her fur as she always did. She ignored the fact Flashpaw seemed to think he had won the play fight, as of course she didn't actually care who did. She was there to have fun. Not anything else. So, a smug look for winning a playfight was nothing. She had left the playfight, so technically he had only beaten Breezepaw. Correct? That was the way she saw it. Aspenkit blinked, but purred anyway, the smug look didn't matter. They were her friends. That was all that mattered. To her at least. And so, no smug smile was getting in the way. Fun was all that mattered.
Well, cheery moods come and go, but sometimes cats cat ruin them. Aspenkit had never thought of Flashpaw as one of those cats. However, cats can change and what they say can change moods. Flashpaw had just changed her mood. Hunting? She was part of the friend group. Being part of the group meant that she was allowed to do what everyone else in the group did. Being a kit sure sucked. They were allowed to hunt. She was not. Her parents sure wouldn't approve. At all. And she might have to stay in the nursery for a whole other moon! Unless, unless Flashpaw was aware. Aspenkit knew her group was a batch of troublemakers. So perhaps they'd be able to do it. If her friends were able to get her out of the camp. But, in the meantime she cleared her throat. "Ahm." She looked Flashpaw in the eye."But I'm a kit, I can't go out of the camp."

[Spirit]

Duststorm

Spiritsight padded out from the Warrior's den, stretching herself with a happy smile on her lips, her eyes staring into nothingness as usual. The twenty moons old warrior seated herself in the middle of the clearing and wrapped her tail around her paws, stretching her senses out to listen and feel for the familiar pawsteps of her apprentice, to locate the young cat wherever she may be in the camp. Her ears moved by themselves to every sound around her, listening for both the sounds and voice of Badgerpaw. She was in a happy mood, her posture showing this. She wanted to take her apprentice out for some hunting practice. The young warrior loved to hunt the most as her duties, as she with her developed senses could spot prey easier than others. She had gotten used to miscalculating where prey would go and pounce wrong due to not being able to see the creature, so she no longer felt ashamed when she missed a prey,
rather more determined to succeed on the next one.
Scraping one paw across the earth to send pressure waves through the ground to search for the apprentice, she once again returned to focusing upon finding Badgerpaw, waiting to sense where the apprentice were.

[Charmer]

Panic

Cherrypaw woke at last after a lengthy nap. She had gotten plenty of rest, yet still felt the fatigue of the night before. The extra time sleeping seemed to have somehow left her even more tired! And even hungrier as well. She sighed, stretching her legs and giving her shoulder a few licks. I'll go see what Tigerdawn wants to do for training, she thought to herself, hoping it would be hunting. She felt like she was finally starting to get pretty good at tracking prey.

[MaskedBandits]

Mousekit watched the older tom as he thought, Mousekit never played much with others so he only knew of a few games that the two could play. He was still a bit tired from the badger ride and hoped Burstpaw wouldn't pick another tiring activity. He let out a mental sigh of relief when the cat suggested I Spy, although Mousekot had only watched others play that game. "I've only watched my denmated play the game but I would be happy to play it with you!" He squeaked, he could tell the older cat seemed a bit nervous and hoped his excitement would make him feel better. He looked around the clearing for a few moments and wondered what he would pick. "Can you go first? Please?" The smaller.tom wanted to see how it was done before he went, he didn't want ro look like a complete idiot in front of hos new friend.

Burstpaw smiled at Mousekit's excitement. Thank StarClan he doesn't hate me or the idea! He'd been nervous to bring the game to light, but since the kit seemed interested, he assumed it'd be fun. When he heard he hadn't ever actually played the common game, he raises his eyebrows slightly, surprised at the response. You've never played I Spy? Oh dang... "Yes, I'll go first," He said, eyes wandering around the clearing for an appropriate object. "Just watch me and follow my lead, ok?" The rules were simple; he was sure Mousekit would get the hang of it easily. This was one of my favourite activities; it used observation techniques, which I managed to have. I hope he doesn't get bored with it though.

There weren't many good choices for Burstpaw. All the things in the clearing were either too small or movable, and neither of those qualities were great ones. Maybe I could go with something more obvious, just for this first round... He scanned the area, his yellowed orbs blazing across the packed camp. Let's see, let's see... Suddenly something caught his eye. It wasn't overly large, but it wasn't too small either; it was the perfect size for their game. All he had to do now was figure out how to describe it. It's soft, I guess, but not super soft, and we use it to make stuff... He was completely lost on how to describe the object he'd picked, but the last thing he wanted was to let Mousekit down, so he did what any reasonable cat would do; he improvised.

"Ok..." Burstpaw glanced at his item, hoping he could adequately describe it. Here goes nothing... "I Spy with my little eye... something green." He assumed that was enough information; there weren't many green things as far as he could tell; in the camp at least. I guess there's a bunch of green stuff in the territory, but I don't think Mousekit will guess something from there. Hopefully he knows it has to be something nearby. But the tom knew the kit was smart, despite his more timid tendencies. If anyone could discover the identity of the object, it was him.

[Random Melody]

The Siamese sat beside her den, well, crouched beside it, really. Her ice blue eyes scanned the clearing, a smile tugging at her maw. Her tail was curled neatly at her side, and her short white fur was prickling slightly. Her black ears were pricked up. She was relieved - Oh, so relieved - To see the prey was finally coming back! The twolegs had stopped making so much noise. Snowstar did want to see what the whole thing was about in the first place, but that could wait. Even though the prey was back, her deputy was gone. How had she managed to lose two deputies? The Siamese cringed. She'd stayed with Gyrewind. She hadn't disappeared. Or died. Or resigned. Was that so hard to do? Why couldn't she keep a deputy?

Snowstar didn't question her leadership anymore. Of course, that didn't mean she didn't question her decisions. She had second thoughts, doubts, everyone did. But like Gyrewind had told her, she stopped wasting time on why's. It didn't matter why. It just mattered that it was. She was the leader, and she had to choose a deputy. That's what she was doing now, watching the clearing so intensely, watching every cat. She needed one she was sure wouldn't disappear on her. Needed one she could trust. Of course, Snowstar trusted everyone... She was such a naive cat. The young leader shook her head at herself and forced herself to focus, as she usually had to do. What was she doing again?

With her train of thought interrupted, Snowstar pushed herself to her paws and sat back on her haunches, gaze drifting around the clearing. Perhaps she could go hunting. The prey was returning, after all. But she didn't want to catch it all at once and run out again. She wanted to wait for most of it to come back, and the little critters were still taking their time to return. Still, the fresh-kill pile was bigger than before, Snowstar noticed with a smile. Her Clan would survive this. And the Siamese could only hope, now that they didn't have to steal from ShadowClan or WindClan, that nobody had noticed what they'd done in the first place. But, when had they ever gotten off so easy? Snowstar smiled to herself and let her eyes flicker to the entrance, before looking around again. Yes.. She would go hunting. And take someone out with her. Now... Who?

( Inglewood Binks )

[Dust]

Duststorm

Spiritsight padded out from the Warrior's den, stretching herself with a happy smile on her lips, her eyes staring into nothingness as usual. The twenty moons old warrior seated herself in the middle of the clearing and wrapped her tail around her paws, stretching her senses out to listen and feel for the familiar pawsteps of her apprentice, to locate the young cat wherever she may be in the camp. Her ears moved by themselves to every sound around her, listening for both the sounds and voice of Badgerpaw. She was in a happy mood, her posture showing this. She wanted to take her apprentice out for some hunting practice. The young warrior loved to hunt the most as her duties, as she with her developed senses could spot prey easier than others. She had gotten used to miscalculating where prey would go and pounce wrong due to not being able to see the creature, so she no longer felt ashamed when she missed a prey,
rather more determined to succeed on the next one.
Scraping one paw across the earth to send pressure waves through the ground to search for the apprentice, she once again returned to focusing upon finding Badgerpaw, waiting to sense where the apprentice were.

Lingering around the apprentice den was Badgerpaw, her fur neatly groomed and shining from her morning bathe. A yawn stretching across her maw, the tuxedo rose to her paws, her tail swaying back and forth in boredom. Starclan... Anything would be interesting to do! Sighing quietly, the young apprentice picked her way through the clearing, her eyes scanning the cats bustling in the clearing. Thankfully, the prey was beginning to return, which in turn made for a lot happier clan. What would have happened if they had run out of prey? Lingering on the thought for a moment, she shook out her fur, pushing it away for now. There was work to do, er.. hunting. Maybe training? Scanning the clearing once more, Badgerpaw locked in on her mentor, Spiritsight, her paws basically flying over to her mentor. She had met the other a few times before, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that they did some sort of training. Pacing up to her mentor, her breath hitching in her throat, she offered a warm smile. "Spiritsight! Am I glad to see you." The apprentice huffed, her tail rapidly whipping back and forth. "We need to do something! I can barely stand being in camp." Badgerpaw whined as she danced back and forth on her front paws impatiently.

[Nettleclaw]

Briarwish watched the tom with boredly, yet with a tint of curiosity in her eyes. She didn’t know much about Nettleclaw’s situation, for she had only just met him, but she knew enough. "Well um, good for you?” Briarwish said with uncertainty. She had never been one for such….dramatic words. She found them too corny for her liking. "Well, if you want to do anything, you’ll need to find them first. So you stalk your crush more of course,” She said, adding the last part to herself. Oh how she loved teasing her clan mates. She didn’t really care how her words affected others. She could say something mean to a sensitive cat and she wouldn’t notice if they were bawling their eyes out. She whipped around and started padding towards the entrance. She paused at the entrance to turn her head and see if he was coming.


Nettleclaw was following alright, in fact almost padding right past her. If he was going to do this, then he had to be straight forward, all out, aggressive! And just thinking that, he knew he couldn't confront Echospeck, direct conflict just wasn't like him. But Briarwish... He turns his head to her, "I, um... I need... C-Can you teach me how to be like... like you? You know... mean."

[FancyFlamingo23]

(Sorry I never replied - I never got a notification. I think it's better if we quote eachother cuz I always get a notification from that, but idk if that was just because I wasn't fully accepted yet...)

Halfkit laughed a little, smiling. He hadn't actually heard the joke as he was thinking deeply, but he assumed that he was supposed to laugh too. Oh,
Hi! My name's Halfkit, nice to meet you! Halfkit purred, kneading the ground with his two little paws. What's your name? Wanna be friends?

[NightWarrior4Life]

In the corner of the nursery, a white she-kit with cream patches sniffed and sneezed. "Lemonkit!" A familiar voice called.
"Darkkit!" Lemonkit replied to her brother. "You're back! So they healed you?" She asked eagerly, green eyes sparkling with admiration. "Yep, I'm all fine. Help is on the way too. Wheatfur said he'll come and check your cold..."
"I don't know Darkkit." She shifted uncomfortably on her small cream paws as her litter mate sat down beside her. "I think it's much more than a cold."
"Well whatever it is, you'll get through it." He spoke encouragingly. "Okay. Thanks Darkkit. I've never seen you so enthusiastic and supportive before." but Darkkit didn't get time to answer as a golden cat appeared at the entrance of the nursery.

The Eye Of The Storm

[lone]

She was relieved that her friend was so excited, it was actually pretty funny to her considering Ashenkit wasn't the overly talkative type. She felt a sense of relief and warmth just standing in front of him. His friendship was just what she needed to move on from kithood. A loud purr rumbled in her throat, "Oh Ashenkit it's so good to see you again!" Honeykit touched her nose to his, it had been too long since they last chatted! "I've been cooped up in the nursery for so long I completely forgot that we're six moons! Oh I can't wait to become an apprentice and get a mentor and be a warrior!" She squeaked in excitement not caring that she sounded like more of a jumpy kit then an apprentice. She circled the tom with her tail straight up happily. "You've certainly grown but the question is- are you still a formidable opponent?" Honeykit dropped into a crouch and her blue eyes shined playfully.
"Um, yeah! And you? Are you still as talented as I remember?" The tom asked, a purr rumbling in his own throat and friendly mischief sparkling in his eyes. Of course she would be! Honeykit had been one of the best fighters that he had ever met, and nothing could change that. She had some serious skills. Ashenkit crouched down, his tail waving in a playful crouch. Normally he wasn't quite as excitable as this, but this was an exciting time! He hadn't seen his friend in quite a while and he was looking fowards to playing with her. That purr continued rumbling in his throat and he gave her a look that seemed to show how badly he really did want to play. He was longing for things to go back to just the way they used to be, just him and Honeykit against the world - that was how it used to be. During the Evil Era, during the fighting and everything, it had been them. Before that, it had been them. Now with Snowstar? It almost felt like he wasn't needed by her anymore. But he knew that he would always need his friend - always want to play with Honeykit, drop by for a quick game even if she would make new friends.

[Foggy22]

"Yeah, I suppose," chuckled Risingmoon, feeling lighter. Lately, the tom's life had been pretty much him sitting in solitude, since cats rarely talked to him for they knew he could just barely keep a conversation. Not that he could control that, anyways - he had had attention deficit disorder since he was just a young kit, and it had made growing up fairly hard and lonely for him. He looked down at the plump squirrel and nodded gratefully at Stormstripe. He craned his neck and took two small bites, knowing that the she-cat probably needed it more than he did. "You can have the rest," he offered to the molly. He wasn't all that hungry anyways, but he was grateful that he had had a chance to eat with another cat for a change. It was a first, for him after all, and for some reason made him feel better. As if.... as if he were a normal cat. Just a normal Clanmate, having normal conversations with fellow warriors. And that felt good.

Stormstripe smiled gratefully at Risingmoon, not wanting to admit how hungry she was. She finished the remains of the squirrel in a few neat, quick bits. She sat back up on her haunches and said, "Thank you."
She felt that finally, a cat who didn't judge her, who felt like her, was sitting beside her, and she was happy. A warm feeling spread from her tail to her ears as she thought of Risingmoon. She surprised herself at this feeling, but somewhere in her heart, she hoped that he felt the same about her. She didn't know where this feeling was coming for, she had only just met him!
But yet...it felt so right to talk with him, to share prey with him.

[Aquarius]

Stormstripe smiled gratefully at Risingmoon, not wanting to admit how hungry she was. She finished the remains of the squirrel in a few neat, quick bits. She sat back up on her haunches and said, "Thank you."
She felt that finally, a cat who didn't judge her, who felt like her, was sitting beside her, and she was happy. A warm feeling spread from her tail to her ears as she thought of Risingmoon. She surprised herself at this feeling, but somewhere in her heart, she hoped that he felt the same about her. She didn't know where this feeling was coming for, she had only just met him!
But yet...it felt so right to talk with him, to share prey with him.

The tom smiled faintly. "No problem," he responded, proceeding the bury the remains of the squirrel neatly. It had been nice to be treated as an equal by someone for once, and it gave him a new positivity he had not yet experienced, perhaps in all his life. He felt his mind wandering off in the silence between him and Stormstripe, but he didn't quite know what to say to continue the conversation. He curled his tail around his paws, searching for something to talk about. "So... have the other ThunderClan cats been friendly?" He asked. His Clan was going through a dark time, and he didn't know how well they would take to outsiders. "Being a... former loner and all. I just don't know how they would react," he added, not wanting to seem like he was downgrading her just for her past. In fact, her past seemed to make Stormstripe seem even more interesting to Risingmoon. Stormstripe was one of the first cats that had made his time worthwhile in the Clan, even if they had talked for mere minutes. It was strange and amazing how the smaller things in life were always the things worth the while.

[russet]

Drizzleflower sat down near the edge of the clearing, twisting around her neck to groom her mottled gray back. The softly warm leaf-fall sun shone on her neck, and she realized that her thicker coat-well, thicker than normal- was beginning to grow in. She began grooming her matted black tail-tip, cleaning and biting the dirt out of it. She sighed, laying down and tucking her front paws under her fluffy chest.

[SacredMadness]

For Blizzard!

Halfkit mewed in the nursery, breathing in all of the smells. He was trying to memorise them. That's what warriors did, right? He said to himself, smiling. Yeah. He was missing his back legs, but who cares. He would show everyone he could be a real warrior and know stuff about herbs AND be missing his back legs. He wouldn't be for long though! He would find out how to make new legs one day. How hard could it be?
Blizzardkit yawned as she woke up. She spotted Halfkit and wandered over. "Hey, Halfkit." She said yawning again. The silvery shekit groomed her chest and looked back towards Halfkit with piercing blue eyes.

[FancyFlamingo23]

Halfkit yawned too, even though he felt as though he had all the energy in the world! Oh, Hi Blizzardkit! The kit purred, licking his paws and rubbing his face. I'm hungry. Are you hungry too? I want some freshkill! Halfkit started to paw at the ground, stretching his paws after sitting for a long while. It's okay if you're not though, we can always just play a game!

[lone]

Drizzleflower sat down near the edge of the clearing, twisting around her neck to groom her mottled gray back. The softly warm leaf-fall sun shone on her neck, and she realized that her thicker coat-well, thicker than normal- was beginning to grow in. She began grooming her matted black tail-tip, cleaning and biting the dirt out of it. She sighed, laying down and tucking her front paws under her fluffy chest.
Hawkfeather entered the clearing, her blue eyes sparkling in excitement as she noticed another cat sitting near the edge of it. Ooh, bet I could make friends with her in like - six seconds! No, no... five seconds! Here we go! The cheerful tabby began making her way over to the warrior, her eyes still sparkling. "Good morning!" The words had barely left her maw when she began to continue talking. And talking. And talking. "I'm Hawkfeather, but you can call me whatever you want!You have a pretty pelt. And pretty eyes too. Do you like doing stuff? Sorry, I'm just really excited because I'm pretty sure we could be friends - and do you want to be friends?" She was talking at an almost impossible speed. It was hilarious. It was... scary. It was weird. And it was so Hawkfeather that there was no way to think that she was hurt. Because this was the way the feline always talked.

Five seconds. Bam. Friendship on it's way.

[SacredMadness]

Halfkit yawned too, even though he felt as though he had all the energy in the world! Oh, Hi Blizzardkit! The kit purred, licking his paws and rubbing his face. I'm hungry. Are you hungry too? I want some freshkill! Halfkit started to paw at the ground, stretching his paws after sitting for a long while. It's okay if you're not though, we can always just play a game!
"I'm starving! Want me to get something for us to eat?" Blizzardkit squeaked. She wasn't asking to get it because of his disability, she was just being nice. She was hungry but I a game sounded good too. "Maybe we can play the game after we're done eating," she offered.

[FancyFlamingo23]

Oh, alright! Can you get me a mouse if there is any? Those are my favourite! Halfkit purred, smiling. He was glad he wouldn't have to walk all the way, as he was tired from walking earlier. You sure? I could always go and get it, if you'd like! Halfkit was determined to not let someone do things for him - He needed to be strong!

[SacredMadness]

Oh, alright! Can you get me a mouse if there is any? Those are my favourite! Halfkit purred, smiling. He was glad he wouldn't have to walk all the way, as he was tired from walking earlier. You sure? I could always go and get it, if you'd like! Halfkit was determined to not let someone do things for him - He needed to be strong!
"I'll get it!" (I'm not gonna bother posting in the other ThunderClan clearing) She snatched a mouse and a vole and returned. She tossed the mouse playfully to Halfkit. "Order of mouse is served!" She laughed.

[russet]

Hawkfeather entered the clearing, her blue eyes sparkling in excitement as she noticed another cat sitting near the edge of it. Ooh, bet I could make friends with her in like - six seconds! No, no... five seconds! Here we go! The cheerful tabby began making her way over to the warrior, her eyes still sparkling. "Good morning!" The words had barely left her maw when she began to continue talking. And talking. And talking. "I'm Hawkfeather, but you can call me whatever you want!You have a pretty pelt. And pretty eyes too. Do you like doing stuff? Sorry, I'm just really excited because I'm pretty sure we could be friends - and do you want to be friends?" She was talking at an almost impossible speed. It was hilarious. It was... scary. It was weird. And it was so Hawkfeather that there was no way to think that she was hurt. Because this was the way the feline always talked.

Five seconds. Bam. Friendship on it's way.


Drizzleflower laughed and looked up at the she-cat, her eyes sparkling with glee and laughter. Her shyness began to melt away because of how cheerful this cat was. "Hello. I'm Drizzleflower. You like good yourself." Ah, StarClan. She thought to herself. I better not be falling in love with this she-cat."I like hunting and climbing. Of course we can be friends!" She closed her eyes and smiled, getting up and stretching.

[lone]

Drizzleflower laughed and looked up at the she-cat, her eyes sparkling with glee and laughter. Her shyness began to melt away because of how cheerful this cat was. "Hello. I'm Drizzleflower. You like good yourself." Ah, StarClan. She thought to herself. I better not be falling in love with this she-cat."I like hunting and climbing. Of course we can be friends!" She closed her eyes and smiled, getting up and stretching.
"Aww, thank you so much!" Hawkfeather purred with a bright smile. They were going to be friends! That made the tabby only five times happier, and she grinned widely as she looked Drizzleflower up and down. "It's really nice to meet you, Drizzleflower!! I'm happy we're gonna be friends. Aren't you?" She asked in the most excited mew ever. That was the thing about the tabby, she was a little more excitable then most cats liked. She was actually a lot more excitable then most cats liked. A soft purr rumbled in her throat, and her soft blue eyes sparkled as she looked over her new friend. It was really nice to have a new friend! Hawkfeather loved it. And, she was excited that she had done it today, especially - mainly because she had no friends to hang out with on this particular day.

[seasalt]

Rushshade let out a silent sigh, glancing at the other to the side. He wondered if he could just say 'no' or if the other would be upset. An upset cat is the worst, sadness was an emotion that Rushshade could absolutely not deal with. Sad cats would get hysterical, they'd want comfort Rushshade couldn't give. How does someone even comfort someone else, it was all so strange to the creme tom. He decided against risking making her upset. "Maybe." He responded instead, happy that at least he was away from her now rather than having to sit more into the night listening to her chat. He wanted to walk around now, a nice walk in the woods with the cool breeze would calm his nerves.
Tawnystream gave a bright smile in Rushshade's direction, and hopped to her paws rather quick. She slowly started to bury the bones of the shrew. Her muzzle wrinkled in a bit distaste at the bones of the shrew, probably due to her not liking shrew that much. But, that was all that was mostly left on the freshkill pile. The dilute calico didn't really mind eating shrew's, she just wouldn't pick them if their were more options on the pile, which their was very slim options. Tawnystream let out a tiny little yawn, before dipping her head in Rushshade's direction to tell him she was going, and started toward the Warriors Den. She was rather tired, and maybe a little rest would made her feel good, and maybe hunt later, or something like that. Maybe ask Rushshade to hunt with her? Get to know him a little better, maybe become friends? The possibilities were endless. Though, not everyone was gonna be her friend, she knew that. But.. still, it wouldn't hurt, right?

[russet]

"Aww, thank you so much!" Hawkfeather purred with a bright smile. They were going to be friends! That made the tabby only five times happier, and she grinned widely as she looked Drizzleflower up and down. "It's really nice to meet you, Drizzleflower!! I'm happy we're gonna be friends. Aren't you?" She asked in the most excited mew ever. That was the thing about the tabby, she was a little more excitable then most cats liked. She was actually a lot more excitable then most cats liked. A soft purr rumbled in her throat, and her soft blue eyes sparkled as she looked over her new friend. It was really nice to have a new friend! Hawkfeather loved it. And, she was excited that she had done it today, especially - mainly because she had no friends to hang out with on this particular day.
Drizzleflower let out a rumbling purr and gazed at the warrior with a spark of love flashing in her eyes. She already adored the she-cat's energy and thought it was adorable how friendly she was. Not to mention how her eyes sparkled and how beautiful
she looked when the sun shone on her pelt. Drizzleflower already knew that she was hopelessly in love with a cat that she just met. She snapped out of what seemed to be a trance and asked, "So, what do you want to do?"

(man drizzle is already pretty darn gay for hawk)

[|+sari+|]

Jaggedspot padded out of the warrior's den, sunlight shining down on her beautiful spotted coat. She went over to the meager fresh-kill pile, picking out a vole and settling down to eat. The meat in the prey was so little, it was barely there.

She finished it off, standing and stretching out her long, strong limbs. Padding to a sunny spot in the clearing, she stretched out, soaking up sunlight, her tail flicking contentedly.

nightbriar

[nightbriar]

Falconstrike entered the camp carrying a small rabbit and a mouse. She trotted over to the fresh-kill pile and dropped her load on top of it. She selected a thrush for herself and looked around. Once she saw Jaggedspot she carried her bird over and crouched next to her.
"Hello," Falconstrike meowed, taking a few bites from her thrush.

[nightbriar]

RosePelt145

Falconstrike entered the camp carrying a small rabbit and a mouse and brought her catch over to the fresh-kill pile. It was pitiful, and she was glad to see that her additions improved it somewhat. She selected for herself a thrush and looked around, her green eyes finding Jaggedspot. She trotted over with her thrush and crouched down next to her.
"Hello," Falconstrike meowed, taking a few bites.

[|+sari+|]

RosePelt145

Falconstrike entered the camp carrying a small rabbit and a mouse and brought her catch over to the fresh-kill pile. It was pitiful, and she was glad to see that her additions improved it somewhat. She selected for herself a thrush and looked around, her green eyes finding Jaggedspot. She trotted over with her thrush and crouched down next to her.
"Hello," Falconstrike meowed, taking a few bites.

Jaggedspot looked up, having been ready to take a doze. Though it had been interrupted, she didn't mind, as long as she got to talk to someone. Boy, did she love to talk.

She stood, her maw opening in a huge yawn. She licked a paw, then ran the paw over her face, grooming herself.

She blinked and twitched her whiskers. "Oh, hello..." she glanced over to the fresh-kill pile. "Prey just keeps getting scarcer and harder to find. And with so many young ones here..." she trailed off.

nightbriar

[zinfranny]

The Siamese sat beside her den, well, crouched beside it, really. Her ice blue eyes scanned the clearing, a smile tugging at her maw. Her tail was curled neatly at her side, and her short white fur was prickling slightly. Her black ears were pricked up. She was relieved - Oh, so relieved - To see the prey was finally coming back! The twolegs had stopped making so much noise. Snowstar did want to see what the whole thing was about in the first place, but that could wait. Even though the prey was back, her deputy was gone. How had she managed to lose two deputies? The Siamese cringed. She'd stayed with Gyrewind. She hadn't disappeared. Or died. Or resigned. Was that so hard to do? Why couldn't she keep a deputy?

Snowstar didn't question her leadership anymore. Of course, that didn't mean she didn't question her decisions. She had second thoughts, doubts, everyone did. But like Gyrewind had told her, she stopped wasting time on why's. It didn't matter why. It just mattered that it was. She was the leader, and she had to choose a deputy. That's what she was doing now, watching the clearing so intensely, watching every cat. She needed one she was sure wouldn't disappear on her. Needed one she could trust. Of course, Snowstar trusted everyone... She was such a naive cat. The young leader shook her head at herself and forced herself to focus, as she usually had to do. What was she doing again?

With her train of thought interrupted, Snowstar pushed herself to her paws and sat back on her haunches, gaze drifting around the clearing. Perhaps she could go hunting. The prey was returning, after all. But she didn't want to catch it all at once and run out again. She wanted to wait for most of it to come back, and the little critters were still taking their time to return. Still, the fresh-kill pile was bigger than before, Snowstar noticed with a smile. Her Clan would survive this. And the Siamese could only hope, now that they didn't have to steal from ShadowClan or WindClan, that nobody had noticed what they'd done in the first place. But, when had they ever gotten off so easy? Snowstar smiled to herself and let her eyes flicker to the entrance, before looking around again. Yes.. She would go hunting. And take someone out with her. Now... Who?

( Inglewood Binks )


The moment Gyrewind had caught the sent of prey in his own territory was the moment things started to look a little less helpless. Although not at its full prime, even for early leaf-fall, the forest was harbouring prey once again and thus did happiness in ThunderClan. The slightest thought of not having to trek his underfed body across territories gave him a smile and a chuckle of relief- Which reminded him; He wanted to see Snowstar. He guessed their interaction would be a little less vexed and uptight.
In the meantime, Gyrewind was settled back with an easy mind, and he could "bird-watch" as he did for the first time in a while. His bicoloured gaze looked yonder, watching the frothy clouds drift lazily and a breeze stir the redesigning canopy- Lush greens to the beginnings of brilliant reds, yellows and oranges. When his eyes wandered back to the camp, he so happened to accidentally connect with a pair of blue ones. They both blinked awkwardly, and Gyrewind had to titter.
"Snowstar!" He greeted with warmth, walking to the siamese. "You're looking quite better. I see having regular meals once again is agreeing with you."

[Random Melody]

The moment Gyrewind had caught the sent of prey in his own territory was the moment things started to look a little less helpless. Although not at its full prime, even for early leaf-fall, the forest was harbouring prey once again and thus did happiness in ThunderClan. The slightest thought of not having to trek his underfed body across territories gave him a smile and a chuckle of relief- Which reminded him; He wanted to see Snowstar. He guessed their interaction would be a little less vexed and uptight.
In the meantime, Gyrewind was settled back with an easy mind, and he could "bird-watch" as he did for the first time in a while. His bicoloured gaze looked yonder, watching the frothy clouds drift lazily and a breeze stir the redesigning canopy- Lush greens to the beginnings of brilliant reds, yellows and oranges. When his eyes wandered back to the camp, he so happened to accidentally connect with a pair of blue ones. They both blinked awkwardly, and Gyrewind had to titter.
"Snowstar!" He greeted with warmth, walking to the siamese. "You're looking quite better. I see having regular meals once again is agreeing with you."


As luck would have it, Snowstar's ice blue eyes met with Gyrewind's colorful ones, and it didn't take long for her face to light up happily when she saw the Tom. And the grin widened even more when he headed her way. Thoughts of a new deputy, and prey, and the rest of the Clan all seemed to slip away to the back of her mind as she stood up, taking a few steps forward to greet the Tom. "Gyre," She purred, her nose touching his affectionately. His comment had her laughing, the relief from earlier returning. Yes, the prey was coming back. "Ha! Silly Tom - I haven't had a bite of the Clan's food. It's the relief that's having me looking chipper!" She retorted, grinning up at the unusually tall warrior.

It was true, Snowstar hadn't eaten - Well, unless you count the scrappiest little mouse from the bottom of the pile - Her Clan needed the food much more. Sure she was leader, but at the end of the day, her Clanmates each only have one life. She had nine. She could survive until she was certain they were fed. "You seem okay, though." She commented, pleased as she circled around him, lightly nosing his stomach before coming to stop in front of him again. "That's good. The last time we talked, no offense - But Gyre, you looked awful." Snowstar's ice blue gaze twinkled teasingly as she spoke, sitting back and planting her rear back onto the ground as her tail whipped up to her side. "The whole Clan did, actually. But they're looking so much better now!" She exclaimed, delighted eyes glancing around the clearing before resting warmly on Gyrewind again. That cheerful, carefree, happy-go-lucky smile was back on her face, as if it had never been wiped away at all.

[zinfranny]

As luck would have it, Snowstar's ice blue eyes met with Gyrewind's colorful ones, and it didn't take long for her face to light up happily when she saw the Tom. And the grin widened even more when he headed her way. Thoughts of a new deputy, and prey, and the rest of the Clan all seemed to slip away to the back of her mind as she stood up, taking a few steps forward to greet the Tom. "Gyre," She purred, her nose touching his affectionately. His comment had her laughing, the relief from earlier returning. Yes, the prey was coming back. "Ha! Silly Tom - I haven't had a bite of the Clan's food. It's the relief that's having me looking chipper!" She retorted, grinning up at the unusually tall warrior.

It was true, Snowstar hadn't eaten - Well, unless you count the scrappiest little mouse from the bottom of the pile - Her Clan needed the food much more. Sure she was leader, but at the end of the day, her Clanmates each only have one life. She had nine. She could survive until she was certain they were fed. "You seem okay, though." She commented, pleased as she circled around him, lightly nosing his stomach before coming to stop in front of him again. "That's good. The last time we talked, no offense - But Gyre, you looked awful." Snowstar's ice blue gaze twinkled teasingly as she spoke, sitting back and planting her rear back onto the ground as her tail whipped up to her side. "The whole Clan did, actually. But they're looking so much better now!" She exclaimed, delighted eyes glancing around the clearing before resting warmly on Gyrewind again. That cheerful, carefree, happy-go-lucky smile was back on her face, as if it had never been wiped away at all.


Gyrewind's eyes squeezed momentarily as he had too look off with a cringe-smile on his face at the word "awful."
"Thanks, you always know how to boost my confidence," Gyrewind meowed ironically, brow curled with humour. He sat down with her, but didn't intend to stay long. However, Gyrewind had to take a brief moment to take solace in the leader's youthfulness before carrying on.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go hunting? I plan on staying in our own borders this time, though," he chimed satirically.

[Random Melody]

Gyrewind's eyes squeezed momentarily as he had too look off with a cringe-smile on his face at the word "awful."
"Thanks, you always know how to boost my confidence," Gyrewind meowed ironically, brow curled with humour. He sat down with her, but didn't intend to stay long. However, Gyrewind had to take a brief moment to take solace in the leader's youthfulness before carrying on.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go hunting? I plan on staying in our own borders this time, though," he chimed satirically.


"Are you a mind reader?" Snowstar giggled, then lightly swatted at his chest at his comment about staying inside the borders. "Oh, hush, you. I think I made the right decision. Glad the prey came back when it did though - StarClan must be happy with us." Her eyes sparkled at the idea, then dimmed a little bit suddenly, her thoughts trailing to her father and her sister. "Fiercestorm and Fernpaw must be happy with us..." She added, just a bit quieter. Her gaze flickered for a few moments, remembering. Mostly remembering her sister - There wasn't much to remember about her father. Fernpaw had been there since.. Forever, though. The two hadn't been as close as Fernpaw and Honeyfur though. Or even Fernpaw and Goldensky. In any case, they were still pretty close. It made Snowstar wonder, where was Fernpaw during her nine lives ceremony? Probably just watching...

Snowstar allowed her thoughts to trail as they usually did, but suddenly remembered Gyrewind was in front of her. For a moment her face flushed, embarrassed to have lost her train of thought so quickly, and rushed to catch up with it. "Ah- Hunting! Sounds great. Lets actually catch something this time!" She sang, leaping to her paws. "After you," She smiled warmly at the former leader. Even if the Tom was only a little older than her, Snowstar still looked up to him greatly.


(Territory? :3)

[FancyFlamingo23]

Halfkit purred, chewing on the mouse, trying to very carefully remove some of the fur from the mouse. I really don't like all the fur on mice, but the meat is really nice! He grinned, using his claws and teeth to remove some of the fluff from the mice.

[nightbriar]

Jaggedspot looked up, having been ready to take a doze. Though it had been interrupted, she didn't mind, as long as she got to talk to someone. Boy, did she love to talk.

She stood, her maw opening in a huge yawn. She licked a paw, then ran the paw over her face, grooming herself.

She blinked and twitched her whiskers. "Oh, hello..." she glanced over to the fresh-kill pile. "Prey just keeps getting scarcer and harder to find. And with so many young ones here..." she trailed off.

nightbriar

Falconestrike finished gulping down her thrush, then sat up and swiped her tongue across her jaw, licking up all the prey juices. She curled her tail forward and starting to groom the leaf bits from it.
"Agreed," she said, nodding. "it's unfortunate. I predict there will be lots of hungry bellies this season."
She sighed, the cocked her head at Jaggedspot.
"Did you go on patrol today?"

[Spirit]

(DOUBLE POST!)

Lingering around the apprentice den was Badgerpaw, her fur neatly groomed and shining from her morning bath. A yawn stretching across her maw, the tuxedo rose to her paws, her tail swaying back and forth in boredom. Starclan... Anything would be interesting to do! Sighing quietly, the young apprentice picked her way through the clearing, her eyes scanning the cats bustling in the clearing. Thankfully, the prey was beginning to return, which in turn made for a lot happier clan. What would have happened if they had run out of prey? Lingering on the thought for a moment, she shook out her fur, pushing it away for now. There was work to do, er.. hunting. Maybe training? Scanning the clearing once more, Badgerpaw locked in on her mentor, Spiritsight, her paws basically flying over to her mentor. She had met the other a few times before, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that they did some sort of training. Pacing up to her mentor, her breath hitching in her throat, she offered a warm smile. "Spiritsight! Am I glad to see you." The apprentice huffed, her tail rapidly whipping back and forth. "We need to do something! I can barely stand being in camp." Badgerpaw whined as she danced back and forth on her front paws impatiently.


Spiritsight finally caught the movements of her apprentice, succeeding in turning to face Badgerpaw before the young cat approached her. If she remembered correctly, the apprentice did not yet know of her mentor's disability. The grey molly turned her head to where she presumed the youngling was, her misty grey eyes staring into nothingness. She gave a cat-like smile to the youngling, grinning lightly as her apprentice danced back and forth in front of her. The pressure in the ground made the blind cat aware of such.
Giving an amused purr, the she-cat spoke up. "Hmm yes indeed. I was thinking about taking you out for some hunting practice, now when the prey is returning. How does that sound to you, Badgerpaw?" She asked with her usual, calm and kind voice. She sat with her tail neatly folded over her forepaws as she did her best to keep her head facing towards the moving cat in front of her.

(Sorry, a tad short)

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Random Melody

A quite small kitten sat at the edge of the clearing, watching. His summer-green eyes followed every single movement around him as he sat silently.
He had not yet completely gotten used to the life of a clan, and still kept to himself. Every now and then, he would go into the medicine den to talk to the cat who had rescued him from dying in the territory about three moons ago, as well as sometimes poke his head into the leader's den to check if his guardian was busy. But for now, he had had no luck in finding either of the cats that had taken care of him, and with his silent nature, he had not yet succeeded in making any acquaintances sadly. Not that he didn't mind being on his own. He enjoyed watching and learning in that way. He was afraid of interacting with the other kits, in fear of rejection. Memories of how his family had treated him still made him uneasy when it came to socializing.
He had always been the little one that was supposed to just stay out of it since he was 'too weak to do anything'.
In this clan, however, he felt that he belonged. There were so many cats around, and no one seemed to mind him. Life in the clan seemed happy and wonderful. It was rare for him to see anyone being bullied, and when he did,
he quickly learned who to stay clear off and who was the weak ones.
He planned to someday start interacting, but for now, he still felt like the best idea was to just sit back and observe, to fully learn how one went on with things.

[Random Melody]

@Random Melody (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=79)

A quite small kitten sat at the edge of the clearing, watching. His summer-green eyes followed every single movement around him as he sat silently.
He had not yet completely gotten used to the life of a clan, and still kept to himself. Every now and then, he would go into the medicine den to talk to the cat who had rescued him from dying in the territory about three moons ago, as well as sometimes poke his head into the leader's den to check if his guardian was busy. But for now, he had had no luck in finding either of the cats that had taken care of him, and with his silent nature, he had not yet succeeded in making any acquaintances sadly. Not that he didn't mind being on his own. He enjoyed watching and learning in that way. He was afraid of interacting with the other kits, in fear of rejection. Memories of how his family had treated him still made him uneasy when it came to socializing.
He had always been the little one that was supposed to just stay out of it since he was 'too weak to do anything'.
In this clan, however, he felt that he belonged. There were so many cats around, and no one seemed to mind him. Life in the clan seemed happy and wonderful. It was rare for him to see anyone being bullied, and when he did,
he quickly learned who to stay clear off and who was the weak ones.
He planned to someday start interacting, but for now, he still felt like the best idea was to just sit back and observe, to fully learn how one went on with things.


(*le duplicate*)
Snowstar was on her paws, not really busy with anything. She was crouched down as low as possible, ears laid back, tail swishing side to side and her gaze fixed on a leaf in front of her, blowing casually across the ground in small inches from the breeze. Her ice blue eyes were fixed on it, lit up with easy excitement. Times like this, the leader often felt like a kit. With the prey returning, she felt lighter than she had in moons since she'd taken charge over the Clan. Even though she was missing a deputy. Ah, yes, she still needed a deputy. But that could wait. For the time being, she was intent on hunting this leaf. So, with a soft hiss, Snowstar pounced, the leaf giving a satisfying crack under her paws.

Satisfied, the Siamese rolled over and kicked the leaf away from her, twisting her head around to groom the fur down her side before rolling completely onto her back. To others, she may look pretty childish - But that's just how Snowstar was. Her eyes drifted shut, tail lashing across the ground. Then, as sudden as ever, she rolled over and leaped to her paws again. She needed something to do. Someone to talk to. Tail twitching, she kneaded her claws into the ground and looked around. She could go visit her kits again. But they were probably asleep, by now. The young leader thought for a moment, before her eyes latched onto a familiar kit at the edge of the clearing. At once, she picked her paws up and trotted over to him.

"Hey, sweetheart," Her voice was soft, gentle, not wanting to startle him as she used the little nickname that had stuck with her from day one for the young Tom. The Siamese glanced over the clearing for a moment before bringing affectionate ice blue eyes back to Antkit, smiling. "How are you doing?" Her black tail brushed lightly against his side as she settled back on her haunches beside him, her ice blue gaze fixed intently on the kit in front of her.

[Spirit]

(*le duplicate*)
Snowstar was on her paws, not really busy with anything. She was crouched down as low as possible, ears laid back, tail swishing side to side and her gaze fixed on a leaf in front of her, blowing casually across the ground in small inches from the breeze. Her ice blue eyes were fixed on it, lit up with easy excitement. Times like this, the leader often felt like a kit. With the prey returning, she felt lighter than she had in moons since she'd taken charge over the Clan. Even though she was missing a deputy. Ah, yes, she still needed a deputy. But that could wait. For the time being, she was intent on hunting this leaf. So, with a soft hiss, Snowstar pounced, the leaf giving a satisfying crack under her paws.

Satisfied, the Siamese rolled over and kicked the leaf away from her, twisting her head around to groom the fur down her side before rolling completely onto her back. To others, she may look pretty childish - But that's just how Snowstar was. Her eyes drifted shut, tail lashing across the ground. Then, as sudden as ever, she rolled over and leapt to her paws again. She needed something to do. Someone to talk to. Tail twitching, she kneaded her claws into the ground and looked around. She could go visit her kits again. But they were probably asleep, by now. The young leader thought for a moment before her eyes latched onto a familiar kit at the edge of the clearing. At once, she picked her paws up and trotted over to him.

"Hey, sweetheart," Her voice was soft, gentle, not wanting to startle him as she used the little nickname that had stuck with her from day one for the young Tom. The Siamese glanced over the clearing for a moment before bringing affectionate ice blue eyes back to Antkit, smiling. "How are you doing?" Her black tail brushed lightly against his side as she settled back on her haunches beside him, her ice blue gaze fixed intently on the kit in front of her.



Antkit peered up as he spotted the clan leader approaching him. His green hues followed his somewhat adoptive mother closely, tracing every single pawstep she took. It was not because he was cautious, he just happened to be the kind of cat to take in every single little detail about everything happening around him. This would later prove to be a great advantage when it would come to learning. The just-turned six moons old tom raised his head to peer at the Siamese as she sat down beside him. His eyes shone with happiness to be accompanied, but that was also the only show of feelings on the young cat's face. The pitch black kitten had a habit of never really showing how he felt except for his eyes. They were, after all, two tiny windows to his soul.
"Mmh, I'm doing okay. Still taking in everything. This is much more different than the life I am used to. It is nice" he replied, nodding his head lightly to emphasize his words. He was more than happy to have fully recovered from the cold he had fought with for weeks, making him stuck in the medicine den. Even though the black tom was silent and reserved, he still craved being able to move around freely, perhaps chase a leaf now and then when no one noticed him.
Antkit enjoyed the company of Snowstar. He felt comfortable around her, and free to be who he was. So far, that side of him had only been shown to the cat now sitting beside him, and Wheatfur. The black tom didn't usually speak much unless he was with one of those two. Instead, he would sit and listen, nod and shake his head when asked, but never really speak up. He had heard whispers suggesting that he was a mute before, and to be fair, didn't really mind it. He would rather be seen as silent and loyal than loud and annoying.
"And how about yourself? Have you been busy lately?" He asked, speaking for the second time that day, his voice semi-low and soft. His green eyes continued to glance around the clearing, his focus still on the molly beside her, however still taking in everything he could at the same time.

[Random Melody]

Antkit peered up as he spotted the clan leader approaching him. His green hues followed his somewhat adoptive mother closely, tracing every single pawstep she took. It was not because he was cautious, he just happened to be the kind of cat to take in every single little detail about everything happening around him. This would later prove to be a great advantage when it would come to learning. The just-turned six moons old tom raised his head to peer at the Siamese as she sat down beside him. His eyes shone with happiness to be accompanied, but that was also the only show of feelings on the young cat's face. The pitch black kitten had a habit of never really showing how he felt except for his eyes. They were, after all, two tiny windows to his soul.
"Mmh, I'm doing okay. Still taking in everything. This is much more different than the life I am used to. It is nice" he replied, nodding his head lightly to emphasize his words. He was more than happy to have fully recovered from the cold he had fought with for weeks, making him stuck in the medicine den. Even though the black tom was silent and reserved, he still craved being able to move around freely, perhaps chase a leaf now and then when no one noticed him.
Antkit enjoyed the company of Snowstar. He felt comfortable around her, and free to be who he was. So far, that side of him had only been shown to the cat now sitting beside him, and Wheatfur. The black tom didn't usually speak much unless he was with one of those two. Instead, he would sit and listen, nod and shake his head when asked, but never really speak up. He had heard whispers suggesting that he was a mute before, and to be fair, didn't really mind it. He would rather be seen as silent and loyal than loud and annoying.
"And how about yourself? Have you been busy lately?" He asked, speaking for the second time that day, his voice semi-low and soft. His green eyes continued to glance around the clearing, his focus still on the molly beside her, however still taking in everything he could at the same time.


Snowstar smiled when the younger cat spoke. She liked the sound of his voice - So soft and sweet. And intelligent, for such a young cat like himself. "I'm sure it is different. Must be alot to take in. But if you think this is anything, wait until you're an apprentice; You'll be able to see the whole territory." She grinned at the kit beside her, shifting positions as she laid down. Her nose pressed gently against his shoulder for a moment before her head turned to look over the clearing. His question had her looking back at him in an instant, though, and a smile tugged at her maw.

"Pretty busy, yes. But I can relax a bit more now that the prey's coming back. Although, I still have to choose a deputy." Her thoughts trailed for a few moments, blinking, then she shook her head and smiled warmly at Antkit. "Anyway - You're growing fast, aren't you? You're gonna be an apprentice soon." Her eyes glowed with pride as she spoke; She felt as though this kit was her own son, having taken him in. "Leaving the nest so soon... Any thoughts on who you'd like your mentor to be?" As she spoke, her expression turned slightly serious, watching him. Perhaps she could take him in as her apprentice, too. She'd grown rather close to her adopted son, having him as an apprentice would be a thrill. And, she still needed an apprentice, after all.

[Spirit]

Snowstar smiled when the younger cat spoke. She liked the sound of his voice - So soft and sweet. And intelligent, for such a young cat like himself. "I'm sure it is different. Must be a lot to take in. But if you think this is anything, wait until you're an apprentice; You'll be able to see the whole territory." She grinned at the kit beside her, shifting positions as she laid down. Her nose pressed gently against his shoulder for a moment before her head turned to look over the clearing. His question had her looking back at him in an instant, though, and a smile tugged at her maw.

"Pretty busy, yes. But I can relax a bit more now that the prey's coming back. Although, I still have to choose a deputy." Her thoughts trailed for a few moments, blinking, then she shook her head and smiled warmly at Antkit. "Anyway - You're growing fast, aren't you? You're gonna be an apprentice soon." Her eyes glowed with pride as she spoke; She felt as though this kit was her own son, having taken him in. "Leaving the nest so soon... Any thoughts on who you'd like your mentor to be?" As she spoke, her expression turned slightly serious, watching him. Perhaps she could take him in as her apprentice, too. She'd grown rather close to her adopted son, having him as an apprentice would be a thrill. And, she still needed an apprentice, after all.



Antkit tilted his head lightly as he listened to the older cat's words. He had somewhat caught the order of the clan, with the kits staying in the nursery, apprentices in their own den, and so on and on. In secret, the young cat had feared the time he himself would have to become an apprentice. He knew no other cats than Snowstar and Wheatfur other than seeing them around in camp and didn't quite know if he was ready to have to bond with a completely new cat.
"Well... I have sort of seen the territory when I was on my own and all that" He said with a slight grin. He was still angry at his family to have left him for dead but was starting to be able to look back at it with a feeling of wanting to prove them wrong, instead of the feeling of being weak.
Peering around the clearing, he seemed to now take extra notice of warriors. Searching through the crowd of cats, he looked for anyone he could remember the name of, but, not surprised, he found none. Sighing lightly, he laid himself down quietly, shuffling a little closer to the older cat as he laid his head on top of his front paws.
"Well.. I don't really know anyone else than you and Wheatfur, and I know that Wheatfur is not looking for an apprentice, and you are pretty busy, especially with having to choose a deputy so suddenly.." He mumbled, the uncertainty slowly creeping into his voice. He was still determined to become a great warrior someday, but he was afraid of the ceremony, to put it bluntly.

[Random Melody]

Antkit tilted his head lightly as he listened to the older cat's words. He had somewhat caught the order of the clan, with the kits staying in the nursery, apprentices in their own den, and so on and on. In secret, the young cat had feared the time he himself would have to become an apprentice. He knew no other cats than Snowstar and Wheatfur other than seeing them around in camp and didn't quite know if he was ready to have to bond with a completely new cat.
"Well... I have sort of seen the territory when I was on my own and all that" He said with a slight grin. He was still angry at his family to have left him for dead but was starting to be able to look back at it with a feeling of wanting to prove them wrong, instead of the feeling of being weak.
Peering around the clearing, he seemed to now take extra notice of warriors. Searching through the crowd of cats, he looked for anyone he could remember the name of, but, not surprised, he found none. Sighing lightly, he laid himself down quietly, shuffling a little closer to the older cat as he laid his head on top of his front paws.
"Well.. I don't really know anyone else than you and Wheatfur, and I know that Wheatfur is not looking for an apprentice, and you are pretty busy, especially with having to choose a deputy so suddenly.." He mumbled, the uncertainty slowly creeping into his voice. He was still determined to become a great warrior someday, but he was afraid of the ceremony, to put it bluntly.


Snowstar cracked a smile at the kit's words, shaking her head. "Of course you have, silly. But now, you'll be able to actually enjoy it." She purred, lowering her head to her paws. Meanwhile, her tail swished up to curl around the kit, pulling him a bit closer to her with a warm smile. "Being an apprentice is rewarding. I know it must be scary, though, being here so suddenly. But you know I'm here - And so is Wheatfur." She murmured, gazing at him through soft, but serious ice blue eyes for a few moments before smiling again, her eyes sparkling when he spoke.

"Oh, choosing a deputy won't be so hard." She brushed it off. It was harder than she gave it credit for, at least. Finding someone loyal. Someone who wouldn't leave. Snowstar was silent for a moment before speaking. "But I'm not too busy to have an apprentice, you know. I'd be glad to mentor you, if that's what you'd like." Snowstar's muzzle buried lightly against her front paws as her ice blue eyes studied Antkit's face, ears pricked up for his response.

[Spirit]

Snowstar cracked a smile at the kit's words, shaking her head. "Of course you have, silly. But now, you'll be able to actually enjoy it." She purred, lowering her head to her paws. Meanwhile, her tail swished up to curl around the kit, pulling him a bit closer to her with a warm smile. "Being an apprentice is rewarding. I know it must be scary, though, being here so suddenly. But you know I'm here - And so is Wheatfur." She murmured, gazing at him through soft, but serious ice blue eyes for a few moments before smiling again, her eyes sparkling when he spoke.

"Oh, choosing a deputy won't be so hard." She brushed it off. It was harder than she gave it credit for, at least. Finding someone loyal. Someone who wouldn't leave. Snowstar was silent for a moment before speaking. "But I'm not too busy to have an apprentice, you know. I'd be glad to mentor you, if that's what you'd like." Snowstar's muzzle buried lightly against her front paws as her ice blue eyes studied Antkit's face, ears pricked up for his response.



Antkit gave the tiniest of smiles for a few seconds as he was dragged a tad closer to his mother, now hesitantly leaning his tiny head against the older cat gently. Listening closely to her words, his ears perked up a bit as she offered to mentor him herself. His eyes shone of great gratitude as he turned his head to peer up at the clan leader, ears standing straight up from his head. His tail started to quiver a little, showing that he was excited about this.
"You would? Really? It wouldn't be a bother, would it?" He asked, the excitement now clear in his voice, which had also become a little more high-pitched due to this. He had never really thought much of becoming an apprentice. His plans were in the future, beyond being a 'paw', so much that he had never really sat down and thought about how he was supposed to get through his training. He had a great amount of stubbornness inside of him. He wanted to show the clan that he could be loyal and helpful to the clan despite his ancestry.

(Tad short, sorry)

[Random Melody]

Antkit gave the tiniest of smiles for a few seconds as he was dragged a tad closer to his mother, now hesitantly leaning his tiny head against the older cat gently. Listening closely to her words, his ears perked up a bit as she offered to mentor him herself. His eyes shone of great gratitude as he turned his head to peer up at the clan leader, ears standing straight up from his head. His tail started to quiver a little, showing that he was excited about this.
"You would? Really? It wouldn't be a bother, would it?" He asked, the excitement now clear in his voice, which had also become a little more high-pitched due to this. He had never really thought much of becoming an apprentice. His plans were in the future, beyond being a 'paw', so much that he had never really sat down and thought about how he was supposed to get through his training. He had a great amount of stubbornness inside of him. He wanted to show the clan that he could be loyal and helpful to the clan despite his ancestry.

(Tad short, sorry)


(No worries :3)
Snowstar grinned at the excitement Antkit was displaying, lightly pressing her nose against his shoulder and breathing in the kit's warm scent. "Oh, sweetheart - Of course it wouldn't be a bother! I'd be glad to have you as my apprentice, son," She whispered, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them again. The affection she felt for the Tom was no different from what she felt for her biological kits. It was the same warm, loving, protective feeling for all of them - Antkit was one of her own. Because, family didn't always mean blood. "So, whattya say, kiddo?" Her head nuzzled lightly against his side, an affectionate purr building in her chest. "You want me to mentor you?"

[Spirit]

(No worries :3)
Snowstar grinned at the excitement Antkit was displaying, lightly pressing her nose against his shoulder and breathing in the kit's warm scent. "Oh, sweetheart - Of course it wouldn't be a bother! I'd be glad to have you as my apprentice, son," She whispered, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them again. The affection she felt for the Tom was no different from what she felt for her biological kits. It was the same warm, loving, protective feeling for all of them - Antkit was one of her own. Because, family didn't always mean blood. "So, whattya say, kiddo?" Her head nuzzled lightly against his side, an affectionate purr building in her chest. "You want me to mentor you?"


Antkit, now glowing with happiness, started wiggling his head from side to side in eagerness. At being called her son, his eyes shine up even more. His facial look however still stays calm and serious.
"I'd love you to mentor me! But.. How would the rest of the clan see that? The leader mentoring a rogue kit.." He says, lowering his head lightly in thoughts. Another worry that this started in him was if the other apprentices would see him as more privileged, and perhaps be annoyed at it. But nonetheless, he was really happy over Snowstar's offer, no doubt.
Tilting her head lightly into Snowstar's fur as he looked up at her, he patiently awaited her reply