ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[Solstice_X]

Jaypaw yelped in surprise and laughed, "Hello my friend!" She purred, nuzzling her. "I missed you!" She said. The she cat looked at her best friend- no her sister more like- and licked her cheek.

Purring in response, Blackkit took one good look at her now-apprentice friend. Her deep blue eyes washed over the features of the other she-cat, noticing how much more sizable she was compared to her. Then again, that didn't surprise her since she'd always been runt-like and small for her age.

"How's life as an apprentice? Have you started to hunt? Can you find me a chaffinch out there?" A slew of questions flooded from the kitten's black maw as excitement lit up her eyes. She wasn't far from becoming an apprentice herself, so she was curious as to what such a life entailed and would be like when she got there.

[Mango]

Caliapaw's fur bristled at the word 'fox' and she whirled around to see the apprentice, covered in blood lying unconcious on the ground. StarClan help me... Caliapaw wasn't anywhere NEAR ready for this! She hadn't prepared for an emergency like this, and her tail lashed back and forth with panic as she grabbed some cobwebs. "Stop the bleeding." She muttered to herself. Even in this time, Caliapaw was still talking to herself. She couldn't really give Ivypaw poppyseeds, as the apprentice wasn't concious, but she did know that she was going to have to try and get the other cat concious soon. This state was dangerous. She wasn't even sure where to apply the cobwebs first, the other cat was so covered in gashes... but she did her best, putting them down wherever she saw an open wound. Later I'll have to put something in those to keep them from getting infected. Those are some bad gashes... if she really did fight a fox, she couldn't be very smart. The she cat thought with a sigh. Still, right now it was her place to make sure that Ivypaw woke up and was okay. Her panic started to fade as the gashes slowly disappeared under the cobwebs she was putting on. Thank StarClan Wheatfur had left a large supply of them - she really should make sure that that was one thing they never ran low on. Still, the young apprentice was so covered in the sticky webs that Caliapaw wondered how she was going to survive... it seemed impossible at the moment. "Ivypaw? If you can hear me, open your eyes."
Ivypaw could feel something being pressed onto her. She heard the meow of a cat, she attempted to speak, but all that came out was blood so she closed her mouth, she struggled to open her amber eyes, but nothing opened, she risked opening her mouth,” Mama.” She whispered as blood gushed out of her mouth. She whimpered in pain, she’d be recovering soon, ofcourse, right?
PeaFlower (She RPs the mother of Ivypaw)

[wickedvirtues]

"I can show you where the medicine cat den, the leader's den, and the elders den is.", Brightpaw said. "Come on.", the grayish brown and white apprentice said. "Brightpaw!", a voice said. "Nevermind,
Minnowkit. I'll show you later. My mentor is calling me.", Brightpaw flicked her tail, padding across the clearing.
"O-Oh. Okay..see you later..m-maybe." She mumbled softly, before blinking. What now? Now she was alone, almost vulnerable. Minnowkit walked hurriedly towards her family members, as they made her feel a bit more safe in the large-ness of the clearing. "That was Brightpaw. S-She's nice." She mumbled, shrugging. She was a bit disappointed Brightpaw had to leave, but she also understood why.

[RedHead]

"Hm." That was Caliapaw's only response to Foxpaw's joke as she examined the she cat, her eyes narrowed. She didn't seem to have much of a reaction to anything else until Foxpaw's upset remark when she planted the chewed herb on the injured shoulder. "Well, it probably wouldn't hurt as much if you took care of yourself. Training yourself, are you crazy?" She hissed angrily, her ears going back. It wasn't much of her concern if Foxpaw hurt herself, but she definitely had a problem with cats acting like they were so tough. They didn't need to act tough. What they needed to do was take care of themselves so that the Clan had competent cats taking care of it. "You won't be doing any training for a few days, though. You are going to rest and stay off that shoulder."

Her eyes narrowed, and she examined Foxpaw. She was pretty sure she couldn't trust the apprentice just to "stay off it" if she let her go free. Is this what Wheatfur would do... or tell me to do? That was all she could think of, was what her former mentor would have done in this situation. She was still desperate to prove herself, desperate to make him proud, and she so badly wanted to make sure that she was doing the right thing. If only Wheatfur had a way of telling her that she was - but she hadn't seen him in her dreams, and now Caliapaw was worried that he just wasn't going to talk to her. Maybe he was angry with her. Maybe StarClan wasn't letting him. Either way, she was on her own for the moment being.

"And to make sure you stay off it, you're going to be staying here. I don't think I can trust you right now." Caliapaw already didn't trust cats very easily, but when it came to things like this, it wasn't a matter of personal trust - it was professional trust. There was a difference, after all. Regardless of whether Caliapaw trusted Foxpaw personally or not wasn't relevant here, she was pretty sure that the apprentice would give her word then turn around and go out and "train herself" again. "Maybe next time you won't try training yourselfand making it worse, yeah?" The she cat mewed, her expression stern and dark as she looked over Foxpaw.



{Sorry for the delay!}

Rest? Are you kidding me? Foxpaw hated resting. Her energy level was too high all the time, she didn't have time to... Rest. Sure, the ginger feline slept and all, but she was in her nest late every night and up at dawn every morning. She'd probably attended more dawn patrols than any other apprentice her age. But she was only about two or three moons away from being a warrior. "Alright, alright, sounds good." Foxpaw meowed, although she knew in her head that she would do the exact opposite of resting. My shoulder will be able to heal without rest, right? It might just take a bit longer.

Prone to not really listening to anyone's advice, Foxpaw had gotten herself in a lot of sticky situations. Like the time that her grandmother had told her when she was a new apprentice to stay away from the stream because it was nesting season for the mosquitoes. And what did the ginger she-cat do? She waltzed right up to that stream, determined to prove her grandmother wrong. She didn't, but she did get enough mosquito bites to last her the entire green-leaf.

For a moment, Foxpaw didn't realize that Caliapaw had continued to speak. She had been getting up and ready to walk out just then, but then the medicine cat had told her something. It took Foxpaw's brain a few more seconds than usual to process this information. "Woah woah woah... What do you mean staying here? In this stuffy den? I don't think so!" But something did hurt Foxpaw about that sentence. The fact that Caliapaw couldn't trust her. Foxpaw knew it wasn't aimed directly at her, but it still hurt. Foxpaw hadn't been getting trusted a lot lately. By anyone. The extroverted ginger she-cat needed others to trust her, and be her friend. But most of the time, her spirit is too bright for them to handle, and her supposed "friends" wander off. So as she took those words in, Foxpaw simply flattened her ears against her head, and turned away from Caliapaw, curling her fluffy tail over her paws. "I-I understand." She mumbled, keeping her orange gaze focused on the ground. All of the energy had seemed to drain out of the small feline, but she had been through a lot. So it was time for her to take a rest and calm down.

[Starfall]

Celestial

The young tom padded out of the nursery and into the clearing, his light grey paws kicking up dust with every step he took. He was devastated, he couldn't believe that uncle Wheat was gone, everything seemed to be going downhill. First he finds out that his mother hates his guts, next the only family member that actually seemed to like him has died, it made him want to cry. He wouldn't though, he had to save his tears for when they were really important, not that loosing his uncle wasn't horrible...but with the way his life was going he had a feeling that it was only going to get worse from here. The white, grey dusted feline stopped walking and looked down, a rather sad looking mouse lay limp between his paws. His tail drooped and his ears folded back, a sorrowful look melted onto his maw. He was sad, so deeply saddened that words could not describe, not even his tears could do the horrible, thrumming sadness any justice. Stonekit pushed the mouse away and turned, making his way towards a shaded area in the clearing. Once he reached the said shaded area the tom hid his grey dusted face behind his little paws, his glossy blue irises hidden from any passerby's.

[Brilliance]

(I just reread the gathering RP with the leader’s and it doesn’t look like Goldenstar mentioned Shadowclan sheltering in RC, so I’m going to operate under the assumption that Morningblue didn’t know, but Passionblaze might have.)

Morningblue noticed but didn’t acknowledge that he had surprised the deputy with his abruptness. He was used to it. As far as Thunderclan cats went, he was in the larger side. He rarely laughed or smiled or even spoke to cats he didn’t know well. Not only that, but when he did speak, his voice tended to be even and cold. He saw no need to do anything different. He wasn’t out to make new friends. He had his sister, and that was all the closeness he needed. The large blue tom mostly kept his head down and did his duty like a good soldier, and like a good soldier, he excelled in battle not just because of his physical strength but the fact that he saw weaknesses and strategies that others sometimes didn’t.

“When Snowstar asked us to try hunting in Shadowclan the patrol I went with got very close to their camp because there was no scent of them and we decided to investigate. Shadowclan territory had been completely flooded and unusable. They couldn’t have stayed there. They must have taken shelter in another clan’s territory with the clan leader’s permission. It obviously wasn’t Thunderclan. If Windclan was really as short on prey as Blazingstar said, He would have asked for Shadowclan’s assistance in fighting Thunderclan then and there to put pressure on Shadowclan since the would be indebted to Windclan. That just leaves Skyclan and Riverclan, and with kits and sick cats in tow, Riverclan territory being much closer, and Riverclan being known for their plentiful fish, Riverclan is much more likely. If that’s the case, Shadowclan may feel indebted to Riverclan so soon after being sheltered by them. If Riverclan asks for their help, there is a good chance they will do so. I think we should try and persuade Riverclan to fight with us. If I’m right, we would gain the support of Riverclan and Shadowclan in one fell swoop.” His argument made, Morningblue sat on his haunches, his cold, green gaze fixed on Passionblaze as he waited to see what the tom thought of his reasoning.

Despite the apathetic demeanor that the other tom was giving, Passionblaze kept a rather friendly gaze in his eyes. His job was to listen, to take action, and to keep the others safe. He viewed himself as a one-sided friend to all cats - outside or inside the clan. Passionblaze was not the type of cat to make enemies, on his behalf. As he settled into a comfortable position, with his tail lazily thumping quietly behind him, Passionblaze tilted his head from one side to another. From left to right. Slowly, nodding, taking in the information that his comrade was giving him. ''Mhm,'' Passionblaze hummed. ''I see,'' Now, it was his turn to think. It made sense - with the upcoming battle, they would need allies. Shadowclan and Riverclan would be good neighboring clans to work with. Passionblaze blinked, his gaze on the ground for a moment, slow nods coming from him. He then trailed his gaze upward, squinting his eyes as he made out the form of the other tom; Morningblue. Eureka! That was his name... Passionblaze cleared his throat, allowing a small smile to tug at the corners of his maw. ''Excellent thinking. That's completely understood. Shadowclan had been..flooded recently, and taken shelter with Riverclan for a small moment,'' He explained. It must had been harsh for the shady clan, but truthfully Passionblaze was thrilled that they were back in their own home. It created balance and peace. ''However,'' Passionblaze bowed his head. ''This is our battle, and battle alone. How fair would it be if we wiped out Windclan with four against one?'' Badly, so badly, Passionblaze wanted to win this war (which should had never started in the first place), but if they were to fight - if he were to fight, he would want it to be fair and square. Forget about help. One on one. Clan against clan. Personally, this was how Passionblaze felt when it came to fighting. As his name suggested, he was quite...Passionate, about everything; anything. ''That's just my opinion, though. We cannot just think about the win all the time. We have to think about the lives - the innocent ones that will be put in the midst of all this. Kits, elders, and the sick are all of us. Not just one clan. But, all of us. We should never weaken a home for a simple victory. But, to be honest with you? It's all up to Snowstar. It's what she wants to do, and as her loyal mates, we will fight alongside her. '' Passionblaze wasn't in control of this battle, but Snowstar was. If she sought help from the other clans, Passionblaze would be by her side to sort arrangements out. He also knew that perhaps the other clans wouldn't want to be involved in such...bloodshed. As a leader, you would avoid every horrific conflict to protect your clan mates. ''Trust me, I do understand where you're coming from; it's a wonderful reason, after all! But, do you understand where I am coming from? We all may be enemies, we all may not get along, but we always - must always become a team. We have our difficulties, but in the end we might as well all hang separately, or together.'' The words were out in the open, and Morningblue could take the deadly truth as he saw it. ''Besides, we all just finished a surprised attack,'' An easy one, for sure. The syndicate cats were no match, at all. ''And, we're all recuperating. We're getting ready for another battle, but the other three clans most likely wouldn't want to...help out.'' Though the help would be appreciated. On the other hand, this all was simple opinion, and Passionblaze knew he could be wrong; maybe the other clans would want to offer their aid. Passionblaze secretly wished that Snowstar and Blazingstar would put their differences aside, stop being bitter about the past, stop fighting like two kits over a moss ball, and declare the battle off. Simply throw the battle away. There was no way Passionblaze wanted to fight again, but he knew that if he needed to, then he would. No questions asked.

[PeaFlower]

Ivypaw could feel something being pressed onto her. She heard the meow of a cat, she attempted to speak, but all that came out was blood so she closed her mouth, she struggled to open her amber eyes, but nothing opened, she risked opening her mouth,” Mama.” She whispered as blood gushed out of her mouth. She whimpered in pain, she’d be recovering soon, ofcourse, right?
@PeaFlower (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=5321) (She RPs the mother of Ivypaw)


Cedarflower practically barged into the the medicine den, her usual light steps giving way to a desperate trample of sorts. Her long fur was more messed up than usual and anyone who didn't know her well would think she had lost it, which wasn't far from the truth, really.
Her green eyes were wide and filled with panic, her tail lashing left and right and her heart beating loud and fast as the brown she-cat looked around the den for her daughter, her little kitten.
When her gaze settled on Ivypaw's body, covered in cobwebs and blood, she let out a muffled wail, taking hasty steps in her daughter's direction.
She would have just up and went right next to her, had it not been for her distressed mind finally registering what was going on, and that she wasn't alone in the den.
She looked at Caliapaw, her eyes scanning the ThunderClan medicine cat's features, trying to see if she was allowed a little bit of hope, or if there was really nothing to do for her daughter. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to decipher the other cat's expression. Her gaze went back to Ivypaw, her panic finally starting to fade away, letting a sorrowful void settle inside the mother's mind.
Tears started to well up inside her eyes, and her stomach was filled with dread. She tried to ignore it all, ignore her emotions. She closed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, though she struggled doing so, and managed to regain a little bit of composure, but her frantic breathing and flattened ears threatened her real state of mind.
She opened her eyes again, and, not looking away from her daughter, she tried to speak up, her voice trembling ever so slightly.
"I ... when I heard that her mentor had dropped her off here I- " She took a sharp intake of breath. "I'm sorry I came in so suddenly I just-" She tore her gaze off from her daughter's bloodied form, and finally looked Caliapaw in the eyes. "Tell me. Be honest. Be harshly honest. Please ... do you think she's gonna make it ?" The last bit of her sentence came out as a broken sob, as Cedarflower looked pleadingly at the medicine cat.

@Lonestar23

(Is this alright, or is it too much ? I'm really tired at the moment so I don't know if I went a bit overboard with it ... )

[oats]

lonestar23

She was huddled, practically shrinking into herself in an attempt to hide from the cold. However much Milkweed tried to deny the fact that she was anything but pure Thunderclan blood flowing through her veins, she was rather forcefully reminded that her pelt was just way too thin to help shield her from the cold. The bicoloured molly shivered bitterly.

Milkweed turned her eyes to the sky, face beginning to squash into a squinting sort of grimace as she braced her eyes against the sun’s bright light.

It was no longer a warming, mother-like comfort, and more of a dour reminder that greenleaf was only too far away. She was sick of it; sick of cold prey, sick of lakes frozen over. They only served as funny a of clock, except nobody was laughing. The waters were perhaps the worst thing, though. Perchpaw’s spirit could’ve been submerged in any of those lakes now.

The memory of him was hazy, at best. For all she knew, he could have never existed. The details of his face had foregone her mind, only the fact that he was dead and a dirty, cowardly Windclanner had watched on at the border. His favourite prey was vole, his eyes were the brightest blue. All she remembered about his voice was how it sounded as the inlet’s claws dragged him down into its gaping maw. She didn’t like to think about it, if that wasn’t obvious enough.

Despite all of that, her suppressed memories and the feelings that came with them leaked into the grey, wet day. Head between her paws, Milkweed sighed. Again. She would go insane if there was yet another sunhigh like this tomorrow.

[lone]

lonestar23

She was huddled, practically shrinking into herself in an attempt to hide from the cold. However much Milkweed tried to deny the fact that she was anything but pure Thunderclan blood flowing through her veins, she was rather forcefully reminded that her pelt was just way too thin to help shield her from the cold. The bicoloured molly shivered bitterly.

Milkweed turned her eyes to the sky, face beginning to squash into a squinting sort of grimace as she braced her eyes against the sun’s bright light.

It was no longer a warming, mother-like comfort, and more of a dour reminder that greenleaf was only too far away. She was sick of it; sick of cold prey, sick of lakes frozen over. They only served as funny a of clock, except nobody was laughing. The waters were perhaps the worst thing, though. Perchpaw’s spirit could’ve been submerged in any of those lakes now.

The memory of him was hazy, at best. For all she knew, he could have never existed. The details of his face had foregone her mind, only the fact that he was dead and a dirty, cowardly Windclanner had watched on at the border. His favourite prey was vole, his eyes were the brightest blue. All she remembered about his voice was how it sounded as the inlet’s claws dragged him down into its gaping maw. She didn’t like to think about it, if that wasn’t obvious enough.

Despite all of that, her suppressed memories and the feelings that came with them leaked into the grey, wet day. Head between her paws, Milkweed sighed. Again. She would go insane if there was yet another sunhigh like this tomorrow.

A multicolored feline padded into the clearing, her amber eyes bright and alert. Amberflame was often alert at this time of the day - more so then in the afternoons, when everyone was up and more vigilant. In early morning, there were less cats up and the cats who were up needed to be on guard. Amberflame did not take being a warrior lightly - her responsibilities were always her first priority. The cold didn't bother her - a downy, soft pelt was her protection against it and so she was able to do more things more efficiently during the colder moons. Such as now. Leaf-bare was the worst season, to her, and it wasn't just the prey shortage or the snow, but how unwilling some of the other cats seemed. Greenleaf and leaf-fall were good times of year, when the weather wasn't scorching hot or bitter cold.

Spotting Milkweed in another corner of the clearing, Amberflame's expression changed. What was this cat doing? Padding over briskly, her eyes fell on the other cat and she settled down nearby, her tail wrapped around her paws. "Good morning." She mewed in a low, careful voice, although her expression was partly angry. It wasn't anything personal - that was just how the she cat normally looked. Angry and irritated at the world around her, her tail twitching with that anger at times. "Have you been hunting this morning?" She asked in an attempt to not only make conversation, but get a glimpse of what this feline was like.

For Amberflame there were two types of cats: those who were productive, got up early and did their duties, and those who lounged around, spreading their duties throughout the day or not doing them at all. Amberflame was the first of these cats. An icy wind blew through her coat - she shivered, but otherwise, her expression did not change. Milkweed's own pelt was quite thin and looked like it wouldn't protect her against anything - let alone the cold winds of leafbare.

[Charmer]

Despite the apathetic demeanor that the other tom was giving, Passionblaze kept a rather friendly gaze in his eyes. His job was to listen, to take action, and to keep the others safe. He viewed himself as a one-sided friend to all cats - outside or inside the clan. Passionblaze was not the type of cat to make enemies, on his behalf. As he settled into a comfortable position, with his tail lazily thumping quietly behind him, Passionblaze tilted his head from one side to another. From left to right. Slowly, nodding, taking in the information that his comrade was giving him. ''Mhm,'' Passionblaze hummed. ''I see,'' Now, it was his turn to think. It made sense - with the upcoming battle, they would need allies. Shadowclan and Riverclan would be good neighboring clans to work with. Passionblaze blinked, his gaze on the ground for a moment, slow nods coming from him. He then trailed his gaze upward, squinting his eyes as he made out the form of the other tom; Morningblue. Eureka! That was his name... Passionblaze cleared his throat, allowing a small smile to tug at the corners of his maw. ''Excellent thinking. That's completely understood. Shadowclan had been..flooded recently, and taken shelter with Riverclan for a small moment,'' He explained. It must had been harsh for the shady clan, but truthfully Passionblaze was thrilled that they were back in their own home. It created balance and peace. ''However,'' Passionblaze bowed his head. ''This is our battle, and battle alone. How fair would it be if we wiped out Windclan with four against one?'' Badly, so badly, Passionblaze wanted to win this war (which should had never started in the first place), but if they were to fight - if he were to fight, he would want it to be fair and square. Forget about help. One on one. Clan against clan. Personally, this was how Passionblaze felt when it came to fighting. As his name suggested, he was quite...Passionate, about everything; anything. ''That's just my opinion, though. We cannot just think about the win all the time. We have to think about the lives - the innocent ones that will be put in the midst of all this. Kits, elders, and the sick are all of us. Not just one clan. But, all of us. We should never weaken a home for a simple victory. But, to be honest with you? It's all up to Snowstar. It's what she wants to do, and as her loyal mates, we will fight alongside her. '' Passionblaze wasn't in control of this battle, but Snowstar was. If she sought help from the other clans, Passionblaze would be by her side to sort arrangements out. He also knew that perhaps the other clans wouldn't want to be involved in such...bloodshed. As a leader, you would avoid every horrific conflict to protect your clan mates. ''Trust me, I do understand where you're coming from; it's a wonderful reason, after all! But, do you understand where I am coming from? We all may be enemies, we all may not get along, but we always - must always become a team. We have our difficulties, but in the end we might as well all hang separately, or together.'' The words were out in the open, and Morningblue could take the deadly truth as he saw it. ''Besides, we all just finished a surprised attack,'' An easy one, for sure. The syndicate cats were no match, at all. ''And, we're all recuperating. We're getting ready for another battle, but the other three clans most likely wouldn't want to...help out.'' Though the help would be appreciated. On the other hand, this all was simple opinion, and Passionblaze knew he could be wrong; maybe the other clans would want to offer their aid. Passionblaze secretly wished that Snowstar and Blazingstar would put their differences aside, stop being bitter about the past, stop fighting like two kits over a moss ball, and declare the battle off. Simply throw the battle away. There was no way Passionblaze wanted to fight again, but he knew that if he needed to, then he would. No questions asked.

"You mean like the innocent lives Blazingstar put in danger when he challenged another clan to battle just before leafbare? He made that choice. Not Snowstar. Blazingstar. We may not be able to stop a fool from throwing away the lives of his clanmates, but should Thunderclan suffer losses of life because of his foolishness?" The tom's tail gave a lash. He took a breath and closed his eyes to calm himself. "I do understand where you're coming from, Passionblaze. But my sister...she's the only family I have and she just gave birth to kits. I have their safety to think about now. And her mate's safety. Can you blame me for searching for the chance at a solid victory. One that doesn't just keep them safe, but all the kits of Thunderclan? And as noble as it may sound to assume the two clans will face off alone, suppose Windclan doesn't do the same. Then what?" The proud tom lowered his gaze, "Still I know the choice is up to you. I'll do my duty as a warrior regardless." And that was the truth, Morningblue would obey the wishes of his leader and the deputy because that was what a good warrior did.

[oats]

A multicolored feline padded into the clearing, her amber eyes bright and alert. Amberflame was often alert at this time of the day - more so then in the afternoons, when everyone was up and more vigilant. In early morning, there were less cats up and the cats who were up needed to be on guard. Amberflame did not take being a warrior lightly - her responsibilities were always her first priority. The cold didn't bother her - a downy, soft pelt was her protection against it and so she was able to do more things more efficiently during the colder moons. Such as now. Leaf-bare was the worst season, to her, and it wasn't just the prey shortage or the snow, but how unwilling some of the other cats seemed. Greenleaf and leaf-fall were good times of year, when the weather wasn't scorching hot or bitter cold.

Spotting Milkweed in another corner of the clearing, Amberflame's expression changed. What was this cat doing? Padding over briskly, her eyes fell on the other cat and she settled down nearby, her tail wrapped around her paws. "Good morning." She mewed in a low, careful voice, although her expression was partly angry. It wasn't anything personal - that was just how the she cat normally looked. Angry and irritated at the world around her, her tail twitching with that anger at times. "Have you been hunting this morning?" She asked in an attempt to not only make conversation, but get a glimpse of what this feline was like.

For Amberflame there were two types of cats: those who were productive, got up early and did their duties, and those who lounged around, spreading their duties throughout the day or not doing them at all. Amberflame was the first of these cats. An icy wind blew through her coat - she shivered, but otherwise, her expression did not change. Milkweed's own pelt was quite thin and looked like it wouldn't protect her against anything - let alone the cold winds of leafbare.

A new scent drifted into camp-- not like it was much of a surprise. Cats were always making their way in and out of the clearing, and because of that, Milkweed had nothing to worry about, it seemed. The mornings, quiet as they were, yielded a surprising amount of variation between who exactly was moving around and why. It was harder to have a routine if you barely woke up, after all. Blinking slowly, Milkweed raised her head again as she heard the characteristic thud-thud of soft-furred paws’ approach.

Milkweed’s eyes narrowed instinctively, mind throwing itself into gear as Amberflame drew ever nearer. What could she possibly want? It was a cold, bitter leafbare, as every one of them was. She had things to do, didn’t she? Why was Milkweed relevant to her in any way? The black-and-white molly never had love for talking to cats she didn’t know, and this was no different. Searching her face for any trace of a glare and finding one, she relaxed ever so slightly. This would be easier to deal with.

Tail thudding loudly on the ground, eyes meeting Amberflame’s with a strange sort of confidence she didn’t have, she cooly replied, “Good morning.” As the brighter-coloured molly settled to the ground, Milkweed arranged her paws, playing her discomfort off as simple dislike. It was partially that, but that fact didn’t matter-- it applied to everyone.

Listen out for the winds and brace for impact.
And it came-- of course it did. She just wanted to snoop, like everyone else, it seemed. Not even turning to face her, Milkweed croaked, “Have you been guarding camp this morning-- or have you just been sticking your nose into someone else’s business?”

[BTS.official.__]

Ravenconspiracy sat down in the clearing, her dark blue eyes looked around at the other cats in camp. Her eyes narrowed as she watched them. Looking away she turned her gaze down at the bird at her feet, growling she pushed it away with her paw.

[wren]

Celestial

The young tom padded out of the nursery and into the clearing, his light grey paws kicking up dust with every step he took. He was devastated, he couldn't believe that uncle Wheat was gone, everything seemed to be going downhill. First he finds out that his mother hates his guts, next the only family member that actually seemed to like him has died, it made him want to cry. He wouldn't though, he had to save his tears for when they were really important, not that loosing his uncle wasn't horrible...but with the way his life was going he had a feeling that it was only going to get worse from here. The white, grey dusted feline stopped walking and looked down, a rather sad looking mouse lay limp between his paws. His tail drooped and his ears folded back, a sorrowful look melted onto his maw. He was sad, so deeply saddened that words could not describe, not even his tears could do the horrible, thrumming sadness any justice. Stonekit pushed the mouse away and turned, making his way towards a shaded area in the clearing. Once he reached the said shaded area the tom hid his grey dusted face behind his little paws, his glossy blue irises hidden from any passerby's.


[ Stonekit would be Stonepaw around now because alabaster just got her mentor. I've forgotton how to roleplay... ;-; ]


A slender and shaky figure entered the clearing. Tail dragging lazily in the dirt and eyes following the dusty trail back into camp. Alabasterpaw had been excused from training today due to the fact she could barely raise a paw for battle practice and had been psyched and shoved and beaten without even a response. It wasn't her fault she had taken a vow to never raise a paw again. As she found herself driven towardds the apprentice den her eyes fallen towards her chest she tripped right over a furry body and face planted into the dirt with a wail of suprise. Than alabaster barrel rolled and once she stopped turned baring her teeth in anoyance. When she saw her brother stonepaw instead of someone else her eyes softened and she recoiled at the sight of him. "Stonepaw" she wheezed in anoyance

[lone]

Ivypaw could feel something being pressed onto her. She heard the meow of a cat, she attempted to speak, but all that came out was blood so she closed her mouth, she struggled to open her amber eyes, but nothing opened, she risked opening her mouth,” Mama.” She whispered as blood gushed out of her mouth. She whimpered in pain, she’d be recovering soon, ofcourse, right?
PeaFlower (She RPs the mother of Ivypaw)

Cedarflower practically barged into the the medicine den, her usual light steps giving way to a desperate trample of sorts. Her long fur was more messed up than usual and anyone who didn't know her well would think she had lost it, which wasn't far from the truth, really.
Her green eyes were wide and filled with panic, her tail lashing left and right and her heart beating loud and fast as the brown she-cat looked around the den for her daughter, her little kitten.
When her gaze settled on Ivypaw's body, covered in cobwebs and blood, she let out a muffled wail, taking hasty steps in her daughter's direction.
She would have just up and went right next to her, had it not been for her distressed mind finally registering what was going on, and that she wasn't alone in the den.
She looked at Caliapaw, her eyes scanning the ThunderClan medicine cat's features, trying to see if she was allowed a little bit of hope, or if there was really nothing to do for her daughter. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to decipher the other cat's expression. Her gaze went back to Ivypaw, her panic finally starting to fade away, letting a sorrowful void settle inside the mother's mind.
Tears started to well up inside her eyes, and her stomach was filled with dread. She tried to ignore it all, ignore her emotions. She closed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, though she struggled doing so, and managed to regain a little bit of composure, but her frantic breathing and flattened ears threatened her real state of mind.
She opened her eyes again, and, not looking away from her daughter, she tried to speak up, her voice trembling ever so slightly.
"I ... when I heard that her mentor had dropped her off here I- " She took a sharp intake of breath. "I'm sorry I came in so suddenly I just-" She tore her gaze off from her daughter's bloodied form, and finally looked Caliapaw in the eyes. "Tell me. Be honest. Be harshly honest. Please ... do you think she's gonna make it ?" The last bit of her sentence came out as a broken sob, as Cedarflower looked pleadingly at the medicine cat.

@Lonestar23

(Is this alright, or is it too much ? I'm really tired at the moment so I don't know if I went a bit overboard with it ... )

The medicine cat looked up, her tail twitching anxiously as Cedarflower entered the medicine cat's den. It was getting too crowded for her. The den now had four cats in it - Caliapaw, Ivypaw, Cedarflower and Foxpaw. The feline was uncomfortable with the space she was being given. "No." She answered, before she could think the word through. Horrified at her own answer, the she cat's eyes widened some and she looked back down at Ivypaw's body just in time to see the blood come out of her mouth. Caliapaw had never been squeamish about these things, and it was good that she wasn't - being the medicine cat and all. "I'm sorry. She lost a lot of blood." She looked down at Ivypaw's body, desperate to think of something - anything that she could do. Caliapaw grabbed some poppy seeds along with aspen tree bark, shoving them towards the young apprentice. "Eat them." She ordered, before looking over at Cedarflower.

At this point? The chances of Ivypaw making it were very, very slim. Yet Cedarflower had asked for the whole truth and the harsh truth, so Caliapaw had given it to her. She was scared. Yes, she was scared. This was the first time she would lose a patient, and her faith in herself was fading. She was convinced now that Wheatfur had made the wrong choice. Yet there was a nagging thought pushing at her, telling her that it wasn't her fault, that this apprentice had taken on a fox on her own. It wasn't Caliapaw's fault. But she couldn't save Ivypaw, and that just might be the medicine cat's fault. Stepping away from the cat, and praying to StarClan that she would eat the herbs that had been offered (if she could keep them down, Caliapaw was worried that Ivypaw might just cough them back up) she moved closer to Cedarflower.

"There's... something I can do for her. I can make her journey to StarClan less painful and more peaceful." Wheatfur had taught her about this. She knew most of the easy herbs by heart now, and this was one of the ones that he had taught her first. Just in case. Maybe he had known he was going to die, maybe StarClan had shown him - Caliapaw only wished she could have saved her mentor's life. If only she'd gone to the Gathering! She hadn't been there, and now her mentor was dead! She wondered if Cedarflower would agree to let Ivypaw go more peacefully or if she would want Caliapaw to do more.

There wasn't anything more she could do - except for stick more cobwebs on to stop the bleeding. She wasn't sure how to fix the blood that was coming from Ivypaw's mouth, she couldn't think what was wrong - she hadn't learned this. And that was something that was making her lose the shreds of confidence she had gained here and there.




{Sorry for the delay!}

Rest? Are you kidding me? Foxpaw hated resting. Her energy level was too high all the time, she didn't have time to... Rest. Sure, the ginger feline slept and all, but she was in her nest late every night and up at dawn every morning. She'd probably attended more dawn patrols than any other apprentice her age. But she was only about two or three moons away from being a warrior. "Alright, alright, sounds good." Foxpaw meowed, although she knew in her head that she would do the exact opposite of resting. My shoulder will be able to heal without rest, right? It might just take a bit longer.

Prone to not really listening to anyone's advice, Foxpaw had gotten herself in a lot of sticky situations. Like the time that her grandmother had told her when she was a new apprentice to stay away from the stream because it was nesting season for the mosquitoes. And what did the ginger she-cat do? She waltzed right up to that stream, determined to prove her grandmother wrong. She didn't, but she did get enough mosquito bites to last her the entire green-leaf.

For a moment, Foxpaw didn't realize that Caliapaw had continued to speak. She had been getting up and ready to walk out just then, but then the medicine cat had told her something. It took Foxpaw's brain a few more seconds than usual to process this information. "Woah woah woah... What do you mean staying here? In this stuffy den? I don't think so!" But something did hurt Foxpaw about that sentence. The fact that Caliapaw couldn't trust her. Foxpaw knew it wasn't aimed directly at her, but it still hurt. Foxpaw hadn't been getting trusted a lot lately. By anyone. The extroverted ginger she-cat needed others to trust her, and be her friend. But most of the time, her spirit is too bright for them to handle, and her supposed "friends" wander off. So as she took those words in, Foxpaw simply flattened her ears against her head, and turned away from Caliapaw, curling her fluffy tail over her paws. "I-I understand." She mumbled, keeping her orange gaze focused on the ground. All of the energy had seemed to drain out of the small feline, but she had been through a lot. So it was time for her to take a rest and calm down.

Caliapaw had almost forgotten about Foxpaw in the scuffle that had followed, with Ivypaw and all, but once she had talked to Cedarflower, she realized she still had another patient. How had Wheatfur juggled patients, and yet still kept his cool? How had he managed to deal with the stress of everyday life, but be so surprisingly... calm about it? Or maybe calm wasn't the right word, but to Caliapaw, Wheatfur was like a hero. He had more work to do then any other cat in the Clan, and she had witnessed it first-hand. Now she was supposed to take on that work? StarClan help me... she thought with a sigh, before turning back to the ginger female. "Settle down somewhere for now. I'll let your family and mentor know you'll be staying here." She mewed briskly, then turned away. The medicine cat was biting her lip in an attempt not to scream with the pressure of it all. Yes... the most surprising thing her mentor had done was keeping up with all of this. And knowing the herbs? How had he done it? Caliapaw had been planning on having a nice, restful time after all of this drama was over, but now she would have company. Oh well - it wasn't like she had to entertain Foxpaw. She didn't owe the she cat any form of entertainment, it was her own fault she was in here. Once she's been in here for a few days she'll go, anyways. It's not a big deal. The feline tried to tell herself with a sigh. If only she believed the words she was thinking. If only none of this had happened. If only Wheatfur was still alive... he would know what to do in this situation. He would fix all of this, and then she would be much more confident in her abilities. Yes. If only.

[lone]

Her green eyes widened at his laughing response before she gave him a scowl. "Laugh all you want, I'll get you back, don't you worry about it at all," she replied. The black and white she-cat scoffed before his question made her think for a split second. Of course, her smart mouth always had something to say. "You have enough fur to drown kits in it, fluff-butt," she replied, her tone filled with amusement. "And with my fur, at least I don't look like a blob of fluff everywhere I walk. You can at least see where my body starts and stops!" she gave a small laugh this time, rolling away from the moist pile of fur she had spat out. Her paws flailed slightly in the air before they thumped onto the ground beside her, between Ottertail and her. "But it's okay, your ability to drown cats in your fur will be useful one day!" she purred a little, her green hues bright with mischief.


"Oh, I have no doubt." The brown tom stifled another laugh, and kept from rolling his eyes - both of which would only have recieved a cuff to his ears, no doubt. And Ottertail would have taken it... because, after all, it was nothing but a game. The tom rolled over with a 'hmph' at her next words, getting to his paws and smirking at her. "Well, at least we know who's going to save us all if the kits turn against us." He retorted with an entertained purr. It was already almost sunhigh, and Ottertail was thankful for the colder weather - at this point, he was quite comfortable. A thick, fluffy pelt made it easy for him to deal with leafbare and the later moons of leaf-fall/early moons of greenleaf. Thank goodness it actually did get cool, because otherwise Ottertail would be miserable. "You, on the other hand, will be utterly defenseless against the kit army, Minty-boo. I'll have to come save your tail!" He mrrowed in amusement, green eyes sparkling before he pounced like a kit, landing just a fraction of an inch from on top of her.

A new scent drifted into camp-- not like it was much of a surprise. Cats were always making their way in and out of the clearing, and because of that, Milkweed had nothing to worry about, it seemed. The mornings, quiet as they were, yielded a surprising amount of variation between who exactly was moving around and why. It was harder to have a routine if you barely woke up, after all. Blinking slowly, Milkweed raised her head again as she heard the characteristic thud-thud of soft-furred paws’ approach.

Milkweed’s eyes narrowed instinctively, mind throwing itself into gear as Amberflame drew ever nearer. What could she possibly want? It was a cold, bitter leafbare, as every one of them was. She had things to do, didn’t she? Why was Milkweed relevant to her in any way? The black-and-white molly never had love for talking to cats she didn’t know, and this was no different. Searching her face for any trace of a glare and finding one, she relaxed ever so slightly. This would be easier to deal with.

Tail thudding loudly on the ground, eyes meeting Amberflame’s with a strange sort of confidence she didn’t have, she cooly replied, “Good morning.” As the brighter-coloured molly settled to the ground, Milkweed arranged her paws, playing her discomfort off as simple dislike. It was partially that, but that fact didn’t matter-- it applied to everyone.

Listen out for the winds and brace for impact.
And it came-- of course it did. She just wanted to snoop, like everyone else, it seemed. Not even turning to face her, Milkweed croaked, “Have you been guarding camp this morning-- or have you just been sticking your nose into someone else’s business?”
Amber hues narrowed as the she cat's lips pulled back in a snarl. Right now, she was furious. If this is what she was going to get for being friendly, then she definitely wouldn't bother anymore. No, the only thing she would bother with now was making sure that Milkweed never spoke to her like that again. For a minute she was so blinded by rage that she couldn't even think of a comeback, her tail lashing on the ground in hatred, pure and simple.

"I've been hunting to provide for my Clan. Which is more then you can say, mousefodder." Amberflame snapped, throwing the insult in for good measure. In her eyes, that was true at the moment - she's about as much use as a dead fox. The she cat snorted softly, her amber eyes flashing with anger. Right now? She really, really disliked Milkweed.

And it was hard for her to change her mind about the she cat when all she could feel was this burning anger at her friendly remark having been so harshly rejected. Yes, that had been Amberflame being friendly. That was just about as friendly as she got as a matter of fact. And yet this black and white feline, this useless pile of dung (Amberflame's thoughts were getting harsher by the second) was just sitting here and had the nerve to tell her that she was "sticking her nose into someone else's business," while at the same time questioning whether she had been guarding the camp this morning.

She wondered if Milkweed was of kittypet roots. That would explain the laziness - Amberflame herself had been clanborn, and her parents, and her grandparents.

Her family went back as far as she could remember, being Clanborn or wild cats... no one in her family would dare become a kittypet or associate with one. She was no different. At least, she wouldn't associate with one where someone could see her. That would simply end in too much embarrassment. Especially because everyone knew how strongly she disliked kittypets. She had made that VERY clear.

[Undercover]

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Coyotecry's half-blind gaze blinked balefully out at the cat's in the camp. It was sun-high, the hottest time of the day despite the sharp coolness of the leaf-bare chill in the air. The brown and cream tip of his tail flicked lazily back and forth as the tom cat nibbled on a mouse placed neatly between his paws. As he chewed, the tom let his mind wander around. Despite his rather harsh temper, even Coyotecry yearned for the company of other felines when things got to quiet.

[Mango]

The medicine cat looked up, her tail twitching anxiously as Cedarflower entered the medicine cat's den. It was getting too crowded for her. The den now had four cats in it - Caliapaw, Ivypaw, Cedarflower and Foxpaw. The feline was uncomfortable with the space she was being given. "No." She answered, before she could think the word through. Horrified at her own answer, the she cat's eyes widened some and she looked back down at Ivypaw's body just in time to see the blood come out of her mouth. Caliapaw had never been squeamish about these things, and it was good that she wasn't - being the medicine cat and all. "I'm sorry. She lost a lot of blood." She looked down at Ivypaw's body, desperate to think of something - anything that she could do. Caliapaw grabbed some poppy seeds along with aspen tree bark, shoving them towards the young apprentice. "Eat them." She ordered, before looking over at Cedarflower.

At this point? The chances of Ivypaw making it were very, very slim. Yet Cedarflower had asked for the whole truth and the harsh truth, so Caliapaw had given it to her. She was scared. Yes, she was scared. This was the first time she would lose a patient, and her faith in herself was fading. She was convinced now that Wheatfur had made the wrong choice. Yet there was a nagging thought pushing at her, telling her that it wasn't her fault, that this apprentice had taken on a fox on her own. It wasn't Caliapaw's fault. But she couldn't save Ivypaw, and that just might be the medicine cat's fault. Stepping away from the cat, and praying to StarClan that she would eat the herbs that had been offered (if she could keep them down, Caliapaw was worried that Ivypaw might just cough them back up) she moved closer to Cedarflower.

"There's... something I can do for her. I can make her journey to StarClan less painful and more peaceful." Wheatfur had taught her about this. She knew most of the easy herbs by heart now, and this was one of the ones that he had taught her first. Just in case. Maybe he had known he was going to die, maybe StarClan had shown him - Caliapaw only wished she could have saved her mentor's life. If only she'd gone to the Gathering! She hadn't been there, and now her mentor was dead! She wondered if Cedarflower would agree to let Ivypaw go more peacefully or if she would want Caliapaw to do more.

There wasn't anything more she could do - except for stick more cobwebs on to stop the bleeding. She wasn't sure how to fix the blood that was coming from Ivypaw's mouth, she couldn't think what was wrong - she hadn't learned this. And that was something that was making her lose the shreds of confidence she had gained here and there.

Ivypaw swallowed, she closed her eyes as sleep covered her eyes, she could see in her dreams misty meadows she shook off the sleep weakly,” I love my ma.” She gapsed as blood poured out her mouth she closed her mouth. She was asleep to a point their was no waking up. She wandering in the meadow of her dreams, it was all quiet and still. In the clan, her breathing grew more, and more shallow until finally it was almost one breathe per minute. Ivypaw felt like the meadow was disappearing underneathe her slowly. She finally gave a loud exail and the meadow disappeared completely. She dared open her eyes, expecting to see Caliapaw pleased she survived the wounds and awoke,Dreams are faster than- she stared around she was in the medicine cat’s den as she expected, but standing Huh. her eyes fell to Caliapaw who clearly looked stressed out she meowed softly,” I’m fine. I’m here. I’ve recovered!” Thoug Caliapaw didn’t answer her. She saw her mother sobbing on the floor,” Ma!” Tears filled her chest, Whats wrong with everyone? I’m here and I’m fine! she yowled loudly,” Ma! I’m fine!” No response, she slowly took her eyes to the patient who was dead, Who’s that? They clearly are- No!No! I can’t be dead! No! tears pooled in her eyes she nuzzled her mother despite the fact her mother couldn’t sense her. She smiled softly to Caliapaw,” I don’t know if Medicine Cats can sense my presence, but if you can...I don’t blame you for my death...” she blinked her tears away and turned stepping out of the medicine cats den and looked to the stars,” Beam me up, Starclan.” She disappeared from her clan and found herself in the starry sky.

[Bracken12]

Stoneheart watched from afar as Minnowkit chatted with a young she-cat around the age of an apprentice. It was nice to see she was making friends. Perhaps she would be apprenticed soon enough that they could train together. He let out a sigh. It only seemed like the other day that he and Crowsong decided that they wanted to have kits of their own. But he loved his kits nonetheless, they were ever so precious to him, ever so valuable to his heart. Stoneheart turned around making sure Adderkit was near by and made himself comfortable on the ground.

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Adderkit turned his small brown and white head to make sure his father was around. Silently, the little tom stalked forward, until he was about a mouse length from his target: his father's tail. "Take that you evil fox!" he shouted, leaping. He landed off balance, and had misjudged the distance, so he ended up skidding a little ways in front of his 'enemy'. Nonetheless he put a paw on top of his Father's tail and then flipped up on his back, batted at it with his paws.
i can't wait to be an Apprentice, I wonder who will be my mentor. I hope they're fun, and nice. I don't want a mean mentor. Who was dad's mentor? Who was Mom's?

[SuspiciousMindz]

"Oh, I have no doubt." The brown tom stifled another laugh, and kept from rolling his eyes - both of which would only have recieved a cuff to his ears, no doubt. And Ottertail would have taken it... because, after all, it was nothing but a game. The tom rolled over with a 'hmph' at her next words, getting to his paws and smirking at her. "Well, at least we know who's going to save us all if the kits turn against us." He retorted with an entertained purr. It was already almost sunhigh, and Ottertail was thankful for the colder weather - at this point, he was quite comfortable. A thick, fluffy pelt made it easy for him to deal with leafbare and the later moons of leaf-fall/early moons of greenleaf. Thank goodness it actually did get cool, because otherwise Ottertail would be miserable. "You, on the other hand, will be utterly defenseless against the kit army, Minty-boo. I'll have to come save your tail!" He mrrowed in amusement, green eyes sparkling before he pounced like a kit, landing just a fraction of an inch from on top of her.


Mintberry's eyes narrowed once more and as Ottertail rose to his paws, she felt the need to too. So she rolled over until she was standing on her paws, she gave herself a shake sending dust from her pelt everywhere. She hadn't realized that with the grass dying, the dirt was showing beneath their paws much more making her pelt much more dirty than normal when she rolled around like that. She coughed twice before looking at Ottertail playfully. "Well here's the thing, fluff-butt," the black and white she-cat crouched down, appearing ready to pounce at the large feline, but those weren't her intentions. To be honest, she was just trying to appear more threatening -- well as threatening as a feline like she could be. "I wouldn't have to worry about that kit army because I would be the one leading it against you!" she half-yowled triumphantly. Although, the issue with those words was, if anyone knew Mintberry, they would know that she didn't like kits. So leading that army was practically impossible because she'd probably blow up on them from the beginning. "My army and I are planning on shaving your fluffy pelt off and selling it," she half laughed, her green eyes twinkling in amusement.

[PeaFlower]

The medicine cat looked up, her tail twitching anxiously as Cedarflower entered the medicine cat's den. It was getting too crowded for her. The den now had four cats in it - Caliapaw, Ivypaw, Cedarflower and Foxpaw. The feline was uncomfortable with the space she was being given. "No." She answered, before she could think the word through. Horrified at her own answer, the she cat's eyes widened some and she looked back down at Ivypaw's body just in time to see the blood come out of her mouth. Caliapaw had never been squeamish about these things, and it was good that she wasn't - being the medicine cat and all. "I'm sorry. She lost a lot of blood." She looked down at Ivypaw's body, desperate to think of something - anything that she could do. Caliapaw grabbed some poppy seeds along with aspen tree bark, shoving them towards the young apprentice. "Eat them." She ordered, before looking over at Cedarflower.

At this point? The chances of Ivypaw making it were very, very slim. Yet Cedarflower had asked for the whole truth and the harsh truth, so Caliapaw had given it to her. She was scared. Yes, she was scared. This was the first time she would lose a patient, and her faith in herself was fading. She was convinced now that Wheatfur had made the wrong choice. Yet there was a nagging thought pushing at her, telling her that it wasn't her fault, that this apprentice had taken on a fox on her own. It wasn't Caliapaw's fault. But she couldn't save Ivypaw, and that just might be the medicine cat's fault. Stepping away from the cat, and praying to StarClan that she would eat the herbs that had been offered (if she could keep them down, Caliapaw was worried that Ivypaw might just cough them back up) she moved closer to Cedarflower.

"There's... something I can do for her. I can make her journey to StarClan less painful and more peaceful." Wheatfur had taught her about this. She knew most of the easy herbs by heart now, and this was one of the ones that he had taught her first. Just in case. Maybe he had known he was going to die, maybe StarClan had shown him - Caliapaw only wished she could have saved her mentor's life. If only she'd gone to the Gathering! She hadn't been there, and now her mentor was dead! She wondered if Cedarflower would agree to let Ivypaw go more peacefully or if she would want Caliapaw to do more.

There wasn't anything more she could do - except for stick more cobwebs on to stop the bleeding. She wasn't sure how to fix the blood that was coming from Ivypaw's mouth, she couldn't think what was wrong - she hadn't learned this. And that was something that was making her lose the shreds of confidence she had gained here and there.




Cedarflower had recoiled slightly at Caliapaw's words, tears now falling freely on the she-cat's face, her body trembling and her claws digging into the ground, as she tried to suppress her sobs.
She was thankful that Caliapaw didn't hold back, it was painful, yes, but less than being led on to a possible spark of hope, however small it could be, and then let down a few moments after.

She barely registered what Caliapaw was doing with her daughter, too busy trying to calm herself down, and failing at it. Her little kitten was going to die, there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't have any kind of knowlegde in that field, she was useless. A useless mother. That's what she was. Where did she go wrong ? What pushed her daughter to put her life at risk ?
Now isn't the time to blame yourself. Cedarflower managed to think. You shouldn't be breaking down crying, you should be strong.

She looked up just as Caliapaw went closer to her. At her suggestion, the she-cat slowly nodded."If ... "She suppressed yet another sob. "If this will make her death come faster ... and if she doesn't die before you do ...then, please do." The mother meowed, her voice trembling. "I can't imagine how much pain she's in. I'd rather have her die now than suffer any longer." She started weeping again, but did her best not to show it, trying to distance herself from everything and everyone around her.
She could feel Caliapaw's distress. She knew what had happened to Wheatfur, like everyone else in the Clan, and even though she didn't know her well, or at all, she was still willing to spare her any more stress.
"It's not your fault ..." She muttered for both herself and Caliapaw. "It's not your ... fault ..." She kept on saying those words over and over, her gaze fixed on everything and nothing. She was feeling lost and helpless, and she hated that feeling.

Ivypaw swallowed, she closed her eyes as sleep covered her eyes, she could see in her dreams misty meadows she shook off the sleep weakly,” I love my ma.” She gapsed as blood poured out her mouth she closed her mouth. She was asleep to a point their was no waking up. She wandering in the meadow of her dreams, it was all quiet and still. In the clan, her breathing grew more, and more shallow until finally it was almost one breathe per minute. Ivypaw felt like the meadow was disappearing underneathe her slowly. She finally gave a loud exail and the meadow disappeared completely. She dared open her eyes, expecting to see Caliapaw pleased she survived the wounds and awoke,Dreams are faster than- she stared around she was in the medicine cat’s den as she expected, but standing Huh. her eyes fell to Caliapaw who clearly looked stressed out she meowed softly,” I’m fine. I’m here. I’ve recovered!” Thoug Caliapaw didn’t answer her. She saw her mother sobbing on the floor,” Ma!” Tears filled her chest, Whats wrong with everyone? I’m here and I’m fine! she yowled loudly,” Ma! I’m fine!” No response, she slowly took her eyes to the patient who was dead, Who’s that? They clearly are- No!No! I can’t be dead! No! tears pooled in her eyes she nuzzled her mother despite the fact her mother couldn’t sense her. She smiled softly to Caliapaw,” I don’t know if Medicine Cats can sense my presence, but if you can...I don’t blame you for my death...” she blinked her tears away and turned stepping out of the medicine cats den and looked to the stars,” Beam me up, Starclan.” She disappeared from her clan and found herself in the starry sky.

Cedarflower's incessant muttering came to an abrupt stop when she heard Ivypaw speak. The tears came back full force at her daughter's words, and she panicked at the sight of the blood coming out of Ivypaw's mouth, getting closer to the apprentice's body.

She watched as her daughter's breathing started to slow down, not daring to touch her should she still be able to feel pain. "You'll be okay ... you'll be alright, my little kitten ... everything will be fine ..." She whispered as she kept on weeping, closing her eyes as the sight was too much for the mother to bear.

Then she heard her daughter take her final breath, and she couldn't take it anymore. She collapsed on the floor as sobs wracked through her body, forgetting any kind of manners she had learned to display and keep throughout her life. That was it. Ivypaw was gone. Her kitten was no more. She had left and gone to Starclan.

[Random Melody]

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Cherrydawn's heart swelled with joy. She had said yes! Her leader had said yes and now she and Skyfeather could have a life together in Thunderclan! They could be mates, have kits, and sleep beside each other in the warrior's den every night. "Oh thank you, Snowstar! Thank you!" The ginger and white shecat couldn't stop herself from nuzzling her head into the tom's neck, purring happily. But there was more to be said. Stoically, she turned back to her leader, trying to be the brave warrior she knew she could be now that Skyfeather was at her side. "I am prepared for any punishment you see fit to give me, Snowstar. After all, I did break the warrior code. Still, I'll bear it happily." She bowed her head respectfully, solemnly awaiting her leader's judgement. Cleaning out nests? extra patrols? She'd do it all. It was worth it.
Skyfeather let out a loud purr of joy. He touched noses with Cherrydawn and smiled. A few moments later he turned to Snowstar and dipped his head. "Thank you, Snowstar. I greatly appreciate that you decided to give me a chance." The black and white tom flicked his tail as he continued. "I promise to remain loyal to ThunderClan no matter what. I am leaving WindClan behind. My new home is ThunderClan. In the battle I promise that I will stay on ThunderClan's side of the battle and fight against WindClan." Skyfeather lifted his head and blinked.
He looked at Cherrydawn and remembered about her punishment - if she got one. "Also, if Cherrydawn does get a punishment, am I allowed to help her?" He asked, slowly dragging his eyes away from Cherrydawn.

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Snowstar grinned to herself as she watched the two young cats, watching their eyes light up. She liked that. She liked making other cats smile. And some part of her had forgotten that - And it was nice to be able to do that again. To see such happy expressions. She was so lost in thought she almost didn't hear Cherrydawn speak. Almost. It took her a few moments to really grasp the words, though, but when Skyfeather spoke, she managed to reply. Oh. Punishment. Right. Awesome. "Hm.." She trailed off thoughtfully, staring at the two. She really... Didn't want to give a punishment. But then, she decided, whatever she did wouldn't take the joy out of their eyes. They were together. That's what mattered. She'd go easy on Cherrydawn. "Okay, I'll go easy. You can tend to the elders for half a moon," She finally decided, looking over at Skyfeather. Then she chuckled. "And yes, you can help her."

[Random Melody]

Snowstar made her way up onto the Highpeak, glancing around. She knew she was a little late on ceremonies that had to be done, but she was so busy worrying about the war that it had slipped her mind. The she-cat shook her head and let her ice blue gaze drift around, ears pricking. "Cats of ThunderClan, please gather around the Highpeak for a Clan meeting!" She called, sitting down and wrapping her tail around her paws. She waited for the Clan to gather before clearing her throat.

Crybaby (At the Disco)

"Ebonypaw, Ivorypaw, please step forward." She smiled warmly at the apprentices, taking a deep breath. "I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to learn the ways of the Warrior Code, and I grant them their warrior names in return. Ebonypaw, Ivorypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and protect and defend the Clan, even at the cost of your lives?"

"I do."

"Then from this moment on, Ebonypaw, you shall be known as Ebonystrike. We honor your courage and bravery, and welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." She smiled warmly before turning to Ivorypaw. "Ivorypaw, from this moment on, you shall be known as Ivoryfluff. We honor your dedication and enthusiasm, and welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."

The ThunderClan leader took a deep breath and turned to the next cats. "Jaggedkit, Treekit, please step forward." She smiled at the two kits, her heart warming. This was the good thing about ceremonies.

RedHead Wolfheart2329 Constellation

"Jaggedkit, from this day forward, you shall be known as Jaggedpaw. Passionblaze," Snowstar turned her ice blue eyes onto her deputy. "You will mentor Jaggedpaw. I trust you will pass down all you know onto him." She turned to the next kit.

"Treekit, you shall be known as Treepaw. Tangleheart," Her gaze rested on the warrior. "You will mentor Treepaw. I trust you to pass down all you know onto him."

One more ceremony left. Snowstar turned to the next cat. "Frostfeather, please come forward," She called, beckoning the ShadowClan cat forward.

Ennard

"You have asked to join ThunderClan to be with your mate. So, we welcome you as a ThunderClan cat. Welcome to the Clan." Snowstarsmiled warmly, then took a deep breath.

"Clan dismissed!" The Siamese called, then leaped down off of the Highpeak and headed for the nursery to check up on her kits.

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Lonestar23

Mintkit grinned at the Tom, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hah! Sooner than that if you don't watch your mouth, boy," She warned teasingly, flicking her tail over his muzzle. "I can be very fierce." She purred, rubbing her head under his chin. When he answered her question, she tilted her head and looked up at him, pulling back slightly. "WindClan. Oh, right, the whole battle thing. Well, hopefully the charm thing works!" She giggled. She tilted her head when he mentioned getting an apprentice, ears pricking. "Well, hold off until I'm older, would you? I kinda want to be your apprentice." She gave a soft chuckle, ears perked up and a smile on her face.

[wickedvirtues]

Ryder
(hhh this is a big moment get Flint's butt over here)

Ebonypaw - or rather - Ebonystrike fluffed out his fur confidently, his sister's quiet squeal of excitement audible to seemingly only him. He gazed the crowd for one cat in particular, and pricked his ears as he spotted a familiar pelt. He rushed over to Flintheart, Ivoryfluff on his tail, and nuzzled his former mentor. "A warrior! I had a pretty great warrior, i'll be the best in the Clan." He boasted playfully. Ivoryfluff giggled at his boasting. "Thank's for calming down my brother here. Just a bit. I think your services are still needed for this mouse-brain. Just not the hunty-fighty part." She tried to explain, pausing at her own odd words. Ebonystrike snorted at his sisters attempt at communication.

[Captain]

Ryder
(hhh this is a big moment get Flint's butt over here)

Ebonypaw - or rather - Ebonystrike fluffed out his fur confidently, his sister's quiet squeal of excitement audible to seemingly only him. He gazed the crowd for one cat in particular, and pricked his ears as he spotted a familiar pelt. He rushed over to Flintheart, Ivoryfluff on his tail, and nuzzled his former mentor. "A warrior! I had a pretty great warrior, i'll be the best in the Clan." He boasted playfully. Ivoryfluff giggled at his boasting. "Thank's for calming down my brother here. Just a bit. I think your services are still needed for this mouse-brain. Just not the hunty-fighty part." She tried to explain, pausing at her own odd words. Ebonystrike snorted at his sisters attempt at communication.
Before the older tomcat could even realize what was happening, the entire clan was being called together for apprentice ceremonies that happened several times each moon and to his surprise, Ebonypaw, his loyal apprentice, was finally called forth to become a warrior after moons of training him. The proud mentor stood in the front row of this large crowd of his own clanmates, as he had promised the youth long ago, as he watched the dark-furred male step forward with his sister as they both earned their warrior names - Ebonystrike and Ivoryfluff. Flintheart could hardly believe the pride and respect that he felt blossom through his chest as he heard the chants of Thunderclan behind him as they praised his student. He happily chanted along with them. “Ebonystrike! Ivoryfluff! Ebonystrike! Ivoryfluff!” They all chanted, but as the Burmilla had told them long ago, his cheers were the loudest and the ones that were filled with the most delight and glee that he could hardly stand the emotions going through him right now. As the clan dispersed after a couple kittens were named apprentices and their leader, Snowstar, announced that the meeting was now over, he saw the two new warriors look to the grey-furred tomcat now as they rushed over to him with such happiness within the two siblings eyes. He remembered when he became a warrior so many moons ago, but he could only imagine how these two felt now - being officially part of Thunderclan now. Flintheart purred as Ebonystrike nuzzled him, remarking how he was finally a warrior and how he would be the very best. “I am so proud of you, Ebonystrike, and you too, Ivoryfluff.” He remarked, dipping his head to the shecat respectively, “You both have earned these names after so much hard work and I am glad to be apart of your lives.” He gave a softened chuckle at Ivoryfluff’s words, giving a small nod at this, “Yes, just because you are a warrior, I know you’ll still be getting into mischief now and then.” The Burmilla teased the tomcat with a poke of his paw to the male’s chest, “But on a more serious note, your names suit you perfectly. You are proud adults, official warriors of Thunderclan.” Flintheart said with a happy mrow in his tone, “Now this old bag of bones won’t be bossing you around every morning.” The tomcat said with another chuckle, his tail twitching back and forth, “I hope that I can share a hunting patrol or even a piece of prey with you two still, even though you are warriors now.” Flintheart saw both of them as his only friends in Thunderclan and liked having them around, to be completely honest. He wasn’t ready to retire to the Elder’s den, not yet, so now he could only wonder what life had in store for him now - perhaps he should try and make friends with cats that are more around his age.

[Brilliance]

"You mean like the innocent lives Blazingstar put in danger when he challenged another clan to battle just before leafbare? He made that choice. Not Snowstar. Blazingstar. We may not be able to stop a fool from throwing away the lives of his clanmates, but should Thunderclan suffer losses of life because of his foolishness?" The tom's tail gave a lash. He took a breath and closed his eyes to calm himself. "I do understand where you're coming from, Passionblaze. But my sister...she's the only family I have and she just gave birth to kits. I have their safety to think about now. And her mate's safety. Can you blame me for searching for the chance at a solid victory. One that doesn't just keep them safe, but all the kits of Thunderclan? And as noble as it may sound to assume the two clans will face off alone, suppose Windclan doesn't do the same. Then what?" The proud tom lowered his gaze, "Still I know the choice is up to you. I'll do my duty as a warrior regardless." And that was the truth, Morningblue would obey the wishes of his leader and the deputy because that was what a good warrior did.

Passionblaze blinked, suddenly taken aback by the tom's snappiness. Though, he didn't back down to his fellow clan mate. Instead, he simply gave his shoulder a lick, his tongue grazing over a recent battle wound. "Well, we can't figure out what Blazingstar was thinking when he did such. Perhaps, he wasn't thinking! I don't think there's a soul in sight that could justify his motives, but I do know that this is our battle. If we put the other clans in this, who lives do you think would also be lost? Certainly not just thunderclanners!" He wrapped his tail around his paws, bringing up one of his paws to slowly groom his bushy tail, his mind in deep thought. "You mean well, but I just don't think another leader would put their clan mates in another war..." even if they did want to help out a "friend". Passionblaze knew Morningblue wanted to look out for his family - after all, they all had families. Passionblaze had his mother and his niece to look after. "We can have millions of others fighting on our side, but that doesn't mean we are sure of a solid victory. I can assure you that your family will be safe. I'll try the best that I can." it wasn't a promise he wanted to make, because he knew that it probably wouldn't be true. Maybe they would be hurt, but as his job, he wanted to look out for everyone. His death before anyone else's. "I'm not blaming you, friend. However, I don't only want to look out for the kits of Thunderclan, but the kits of all the clans. They are the innocent, and should not be thrown within this fire." That was only half the truth. Passionblaze's brother was still out there, and he vaguely recalled a conversation with his mother that Burn impregnated a Windclan she cat. This meant he had kin within their opponents' clan, and that haunted the Tom truly because he was in the midst of also trying to protect them. But, how could he protect his nieces and nephews, if he never met them before? Upon Morningblue's sudden question, Passionblaze lowered his own gaze and shook his head. "I...honestly couldn't tell you. I can't predict what will happen, if the other clans will decide to join, or how many lives will be lost. All I can say? Stay faithful to your stars, and think positively. Have that champion mindset that you will succeed. We willwin. This is our victory." It was true, Windclan could ask the other clans to help with the defeat, but Passionblaze also knew it wasn't their choice. It was up to the leaders of the other clans if they so willingly wanted to join this fight. The ginger Tom had a strong feeling that they would be facing each other alone. And, a one on one fight was exhilarating to Passionblaze. "Still, though - I like your thinking. And, if you so wish, I'll speak to Snowstar when she's not busy to see if she also likes it." Passionblaze was an open minded cat. He loved the opinions of his fellow clan mates, and to head their ideas of what they thought. Surely, Snowstar would respect that as well, in the end it was her decision. In the end, Snowstar was making the decision for them all.

[oats]

Amber hues narrowed as the she cat's lips pulled back in a snarl. Right now, she was furious. If this is what she was going to get for being friendly, then she definitely wouldn't bother anymore. No, the only thing she would bother with now was making sure that Milkweed never spoke to her like that again. For a minute she was so blinded by rage that she couldn't even think of a comeback, her tail lashing on the ground in hatred, pure and simple.

"I've been hunting to provide for my Clan. Which is more then you can say, mousefodder." Amberflame snapped, throwing the insult in for good measure. In her eyes, that was true at the moment - she's about as much use as a dead fox. The she cat snorted softly, her amber eyes flashing with anger. Right now? She really, really disliked Milkweed.

And it was hard for her to change her mind about the she cat when all she could feel was this burning anger at her friendly remark having been so harshly rejected. Yes, that had been Amberflame being friendly. That was just about as friendly as she got as a matter of fact. And yet this black and white feline, this useless pile of dung (Amberflame's thoughts were getting harsher by the second) was just sitting here and had the nerve to tell her that she was "sticking her nose into someone else's business," while at the same time questioning whether she had been guarding the camp this morning.

She wondered if Milkweed was of kittypet roots. That would explain the laziness - Amberflame herself had been clanborn, and her parents, and her grandparents.


Her family went back as far as she could remember, being Clanborn or wild cats... no one in her family would dare become a kittypet or associate with one. She was no different. At least, she wouldn't associate with one where someone could see her. That would simply end in too much embarrassment. Especially because everyone knew how strongly she disliked kittypets. She had made that VERY clear.


Milkweed blinked once, feeling nothing, absorbing nothing. She was almost too used to conflict; too used for uncalled-for hostility. Amberflame's holier-than-thou attitude made her want to retch, but she wouldn't. Quiet remarks hurt more than open aggression, so the bicoloured she-cat merely turned her whole body away from the thicker-furred warrior.



Smoothly, she murmured, "However much you lord your material achievements over me, you'll never know how much I've given in service. Thunderclan owes me nothing."
Although the molly preferred to remain unfeeling, there was something about the other she-cat's antagonism that rubbed her the wrong way. She'd pushed all her buttons; stuck her nose where it didn't belong and then whined after a less-than optimal reply.

Milkweed's ancestry was more muddled than most Thunderclanners, which presumably explained her lax sense of loyalty, but then again, what had Thunderclan done for her? Let her watch her apprentice die? Blame her for her lack of motivation afterwards-- expect her to scramble to their defence? Stretching out a dainty, long paw, she turned to Ambergaze again, eyes narrowing. Searching. This was a molly who had never had to work a day in her life because she needed to; Milkweed knew the type. Pure Clan blood, thick fur, made to hunt and serve. They never had perspective, and it just... grinded her gears, she supposed.

[Deerlie]

Purring in response, Blackkit took one good look at her now-apprentice friend. Her deep blue eyes washed over the features of the other she-cat, noticing how much more sizable she was compared to her. Then again, that didn't surprise her since she'd always been runt-like and small for her age.

"How's life as an apprentice? Have you started to hunt? Can you find me a chaffinch out there?" A slew of questions flooded from the kitten's black maw as excitement lit up her eyes. She wasn't far from becoming an apprentice herself, so she was curious as to what such a life entailed and would be like when she got there.
"I did catch something on my first time out.. " She grabbed in, A chaffinch. "Here." She purred. She st down, "Its good but hard work. You clean out bedding, search elders for leas and tick and hunt." She meowed.

[BTS.official.__]

Ravenfeather walked into camp, her dark blue eyes traveled around the place. She seemed to be escorting two she-cats, a young cat, and a kit. "Snowstar? Passionblaze?" she called then she turned her eyes on the cats behind her realizing one had a scratch. "Caliapaw." she needed someone.

The young she-cat seemed to have fear in her eyes, she was beautiful with golden fur and clear blue eyes. The kitten was no more than a moon or two, and the kitten was the exact same color as her mother with tiny sky blue eyes. She set her daughter down and looked around the clearing, a bit scared. Her kitten wailed. "Shhh, Cleopatra." she meowed softly as she licked her daughters head.
Aphrodite purred at her mother's touch.

[Charmer]

Snowstar grinned to herself as she watched the two young cats, watching their eyes light up. She liked that. She liked making other cats smile. And some part of her had forgotten that - And it was nice to be able to do that again. To see such happy expressions. She was so lost in thought she almost didn't hear Cherrydawn speak. Almost. It took her a few moments to really grasp the words, though, but when Skyfeather spoke, she managed to reply. Oh. Punishment. Right. Awesome. "Hm.." She trailed off thoughtfully, staring at the two. She really... Didn't want to give a punishment. But then, she decided, whatever she did wouldn't take the joy out of their eyes. They were together. That's what mattered. She'd go easy on Cherrydawn. "Okay, I'll go easy. You can tend to the elders for half a moon," She finally decided, looking over at Skyfeather. Then she chuckled. "And yes, you can help her."



Flameleaf

Cherrydawn gave a quick bow at once in agreement. "You of course, Snowstar! I-We'd be glad too," she purred, looking up at Skyfeather. "Let's get started! You'll like the elders here. They tell the best stories." Cherrydawn turned in a tight circle as she spoke and began to make her way out of the den.

Morningblue padded in just as the ginger and white shecat was bustling out. They nearly collided in her rush, and he moved to the side to give her space. That's when the smell of Windclan filled his nose, and he saw Snowstar resting in her den and the source of the stink standing nearby. He learned at the Windcaln cat as his tail twitched, not saying anything as he tried to imagine a situation that would allow Snowstar and Cherrydawn to be so calm around a cat from the clan they were at war with. "Is there a problem here, Snowstar?" the blue-furred tom asked, his voice level and his cold green gaze scrutinizing the black and white tom.

[Charmer]

Passionblaze blinked, suddenly taken aback by the tom's snappiness. Though, he didn't back down to his fellow clan mate. Instead, he simply gave his shoulder a lick, his tongue grazing over a recent battle wound. "Well, we can't figure out what Blazingstar was thinking when he did such. Perhaps, he wasn't thinking! I don't think there's a soul in sight that could justify his motives, but I do know that this is our battle. If we put the other clans in this, who lives do you think would also be lost? Certainly not just thunderclanners!" He wrapped his tail around his paws, bringing up one of his paws to slowly groom his bushy tail, his mind in deep thought. "You mean well, but I just don't think another leader would put their clan mates in another war..." even if they did want to help out a "friend". Passionblaze knew Morningblue wanted to look out for his family - after all, they all had families. Passionblaze had his mother and his niece to look after. "We can have millions of others fighting on our side, but that doesn't mean we are sure of a solid victory. I can assure you that your family will be safe. I'll try the best that I can." it wasn't a promise he wanted to make, because he knew that it probably wouldn't be true. Maybe they would be hurt, but as his job, he wanted to look out for everyone. His death before anyone else's. "I'm not blaming you, friend. However, I don't only want to look out for the kits of Thunderclan, but the kits of all the clans. They are the innocent, and should not be thrown within this fire." That was only half the truth. Passionblaze's brother was still out there, and he vaguely recalled a conversation with his mother that Burn impregnated a Windclan she cat. This meant he had kin within their opponents' clan, and that haunted the Tom truly because he was in the midst of also trying to protect them. But, how could he protect his nieces and nephews, if he never met them before? Upon Morningblue's sudden question, Passionblaze lowered his own gaze and shook his head. "I...honestly couldn't tell you. I can't predict what will happen, if the other clans will decide to join, or how many lives will be lost. All I can say? Stay faithful to your stars, and think positively. Have that champion mindset that you will succeed. We willwin. This is our victory." It was true, Windclan could ask the other clans to help with the defeat, but Passionblaze also knew it wasn't their choice. It was up to the leaders of the other clans if they so willingly wanted to join this fight. The ginger Tom had a strong feeling that they would be facing each other alone. And, a one on one fight was exhilarating to Passionblaze. "Still, though - I like your thinking. And, if you so wish, I'll speak to Snowstar when she's not busy to see if she also likes it." Passionblaze was an open minded cat. He loved the opinions of his fellow clan mates, and to head their ideas of what they thought. Surely, Snowstar would respect that as well, in the end it was her decision. In the end, Snowstar was making the decision for them all.

Morningblue listened as Passionblaze gave his answer. It was clear that the deputy didn't share his opinion and wouldn't be persuaded. He might have found the other tom's dedication to the health and safety of other clan noble if in this case he were not so certain is was the wrong call this time. "No, that's alright. There's no need to speak to Snowstar," the blue-furred tom replied, his voice back to it's usual even calmness. "Thank you for speaking with me, Passionblaze," he said, giving the deputy a bow and turning to leave. He headed for the clearing entrance and slipped outside, intent on taking a run through the territory and letting the chilly air clear his mind.

There's no need for you to speak to Snowstar. I will speak to her instead.

He broke out into a run, feeling the wind in his fur and the fallen leaves churning beneath his claws.

[Twilight]

Okapi

Silverpaw's amber eyes keenly searched the clearing for her mentor her paws twitched with impatience.
"He will be done with me quicker than you can say foxdung" she meowed hastily.It was partly true well at least to her she was still astonished that she was given old hag Cuckootree she thought she would be given a mentor that could handle her snappy attitude. She paced the clearing her silver paws slapping the ground as she waited for her mentor to come. "Cuckootree" she yowled " Your wasting precious sunshine" She huffed impatiently.

[BTS.official.__]

Morningblue listened as Passionblaze gave his answer. It was clear that the deputy didn't share his opinion and wouldn't be persuaded. He might have found the other tom's dedication to the health and safety of other clan noble if in this case he were not so certain is was the wrong call this time. "No, that's alright. There's no need to speak to Snowstar," the blue-furred tom replied, his voice back to it's usual even calmness. "Thank you for speaking with me, Passionblaze," he said, giving the deputy a bow and turning to leave. He headed for the clearing entrance and slipped outside, intent on taking a run through the territory and letting the chilly air clear his mind.

There's no need for you to speak to Snowstar. I will speak to her instead.

He broke out into a run, feeling the wind in his fur and the fallen leaves churning beneath his claws.



Ravenfeather looked around for someone to watch the two she-cats while she went to find the leader. Her blue eyes watching. Her eyes landed on Cherrydawn. "Cherrydawn, will you watch these two cats while I go find Passionblaze or Snowstar?"

The young she-cat turned her golden eyes on Cherrydawn.

[Charmer]

Flameleaf

Cherrydawn slipped into the clearing with Skyfeather by her side. She looked at him cheerfully and smiled at him. "Can you believe it? It's really happening! We're together in the4 same clan!"

[Charmer]

Ravenfeather looked around for someone to watch the two she-cats while she went to find the leader. Her blue eyes watching. Her eyes landed on Cherrydawn. "Cherrydawn, will you watch these two cats while I go find Passionblaze or Snowstar?"

The young she-cat turned her golden eyes on Cherrydawn.

Flameleaf

The ginger and white shecat froze as Ravenfeather spoke directly to her. For a frightening moment, she expected the warrior to say something about the tomcat by her side still smelling of Windclan, but fortunately, she seemed busy. "Uh... sure Ravenfeather. Which she cats?" she asked, flustered and holding her breathe as she prayed to Starclan for this to go smoothly.

[BTS.official.__]

Flameleaf

The ginger and white shecat froze as Ravenfeather spoke directly to her. For a frightening moment, she expected the warrior to say something about the tomcat by her side still smelling of Windclan, but fortunately, she seemed busy. "Uh... sure Ravenfeather. Which she cats?" she asked, flustered and holding her breathe as she prayed to Starclan for this to go smoothly.


Not noticing the Windclan tom, she pointed to the she-cat by her side along with a tiny kit. "Them." she meowed not caring for their names. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

The young she-cat looked at Cherrydawn then at the Windclan tom then back at Cherrydawn.
The kit squirmed out of her mother's grasp. The young kit ran up to Cherrydawn. "Hi! I'm Cleopatra." she giggled.

[Charmer]

Not noticing the Windclan tom, she pointed to the she-cat by her side along with a tiny kit. "Them." she meowed not caring for their names. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

The young she-cat looked at Cherrydawn then at the Windclan tom then back at Cherrydawn.
The kit squirmed out of her mother's grasp. The young kit ran up to Cherrydawn. "Hi! I'm Cleopatra." she giggled.

Flameleaf

Wherever these cats were from, they sure didn't smell like Thunderclan. "Hi Cleopatra. I'm Cherrydawn. This is Skyfeather. Where are you and your mom from?" Her tone was warm and cheery. Cherrydawn loved kits. Though she was confused about why they'd bee brought here.

[Tundra]

Skyfeather stood behind Cherrydawn as the two cats spoke to eachother before one left. He then looked at the two she-cats. What? He waved his tail in a ‘hello’ as he was mentioned.

[BTS.official.__]

Flameleaf

Wherever these cats were from, they sure didn't smell like Thunderclan. "Hi Cleopatra. I'm Cherrydawn. This is Skyfeather. Where are you and your mom from?" Her tone was warm and cheery. Cherrydawn loved kits. Though she was confused about why they'd bee brought here.


Cleopatra tilted her head, she looked exactly like her mother. "All I know is we were from a barn, then..." she thought for a moment. "We were running."

Aphrodite dipped her head to the tom, then turned back to Cherrydawn, pulling her daughter close and away from the she-cat. "We are on the run." she whispered, her eyes held fear and tears.

[Charmer]

Skyfeather stood behind Cherrydawn as the two cats spoke to eachother before one left. He then looked at the two she-cats. What? He waved his tail in a ‘hello’ as he was mentioned.
Cleopatra tilted her head, she looked exactly like her mother. "All I know is we were from a barn, then..." she thought for a moment. "We were running."

Aphrodite dipped her head to the tom, then turned back to Cherrydawn, pulling her daughter close and away from the she-cat. "We are on the run." she whispered, her eyes held fear and tears.

"Oh my," Cherrydawn said, listening to the shecat, she shot a glance at the little kit. "I'm so sorry." The little kit and her mother looked exactly alike. the only difference was that the mother's features were clouded with fear. She glanced at Skyfeather, unsure of what to say next.

[BTS.official.__]

"Oh my," Cherrydawn said, listening to the shecat, she shot a glance at the little kit. "I'm so sorry." The little kit and her mother looked exactly alike. the only difference was that the mother's features were clouded with fear. She glanced at Skyfeather, unsure of what to say next.


"We just need a place to stay for the night." meowed Aphrodite. Her eyes looked at them.

[Charmer]

"We just need a place to stay for the night." meowed Aphrodite. Her eyes looked at them.

Flameleaf

"Oh I see," she replied simply. It must be had for cats who didn't have a stable place like a clan to live. Cherrydawn felt safe out here in the clearing surrounded by her clanmates.

[Tigress]

"I can show you where the medicine cat den, the leader's den, and the elders den is.", Brightpaw said. "Come on.", the grayish brown and white apprentice said. "Brightpaw!", a voice said. "Nevermind,
Minnowkit. I'll show you later. My mentor is calling me.", Brightpaw flicked her tail, padding across the clearing.
"O-Oh. Okay..see you later..m-maybe." She mumbled softly, before blinking. What now? Now she was alone, almost vulnerable. Minnowkit walked hurriedly towards her family members, as they made her feel a bit more safe in the large-ness of the clearing. "That was Brightpaw. S-She's nice." She mumbled, shrugging. She was a bit disappointed Brightpaw had to leave, but she also understood why.
Adderkit turned his small brown and white head to make sure his father was around. Silently, the little tom stalked forward, until he was about a mouse length from his target: his father's tail. "Take that you evil fox!" he shouted, leaping. He landed off balance, and had misjudged the distance, so he ended up skidding a little ways in front of his 'enemy'. Nonetheless he put a paw on top of his Father's tail and then flipped up on his back, batted at it with his paws.
i can't wait to be an Apprentice, I wonder who will be my mentor. I hope they're fun, and nice. I don't want a mean mentor. Who was dad's mentor? Who was Mom's?


Stoneheart yelped in surprise. Adderkit had attacked his tail! He shook his head and tried to remember a time when he was younger that he enjoyed. The answer? None. His father had sucked all the fun out of his earlier years. His father was much worse later on in life. Even now, in death, he is still horrible. Washing his memories away, he came back to the present. "Why the long face, Minnowkit? You'll see your friend again," Stoneheart purred, hoping to make his daughter smile. He stood still and turned his neck to see Adderkit, who was sill happily swatting his tail. He grinned at his only son. He was sure something.

[BTS.official.__]

Flameleaf

"Oh I see," she replied simply. It must be had for cats who didn't have a stable place like a clan to live. Cherrydawn felt safe out here in the clearing surrounded by her clanmates.

'Do you think your leader will let us?" she asked slowly, her eyes looked around the clearing before they turned back on her.

[Mango]

Okapi

Silverpaw's amber eyes keenly searched the clearing for her mentor her paws twitched with impatience.
"He will be done with me quicker than you can say foxdung" she meowed hastily.It was partly true well at least to her she was still astonished that she was given old hag Cuckootree she thought she would be given a mentor that could handle her snappy attitude. She paced the clearing her silver paws slapping the ground as she waited for her mentor to come. "Cuckootree" she yowled " Your wasting precious sunshine" She huffed impatiently.
Cuckootree snapped back at his new apprentice,” You need to learn patience and...” he gave a slight chuckle,” respect for your elders.” He growled softly,” Come on. It’s barely sun-up, you’ll be worn out by sunhigh. I’ll teach you patience, by not having us rest until sundown.” He smirked,” Teach you a thing or too. And I was told your snappy in fact. That’s why you have me. When your twelve moons old, you’ll atleast have respect for those who are older than you and know when to shut your trap.” He scowled, he was critical and stern yes, not mean.

[FadingEchoes]

She smiled in joy. I can’t believe my little kits are going to be opening their eyes soon. she smiled softly trying to imagine them as warriors.
(Want us to start opening their eyes?)
Owlkit stretched, her small limbs stretching out wide as she snuggled closer to her mother and Emeraldkit.

[Mango]

(Want us to start opening their eyes?)
Owlkit stretched, her small limbs stretching out wide as she snuggled closer to her mother and Emeraldkit.
(Sure)
Rosefern licked the kit gently.

[FadingEchoes]

(Sure)
Rosefern licked the kit gently.
Owlkit yawned, stretching up into her mother's embrace. With a little bit of effort, she slowly opened her eyes, one after the other.

[Tundra]

Skyfeather flicks his ears.
"Uh... I guess you could stay here for a few days. Or talk to Snowstar..." He mewed hesitantly as he shot a glance at Cherrydawn.

[Phoenix Flames]

Stoneheart yelped in surprise. Adderkit had attacked his tail! He shook his head and tried to remember a time when he was younger that he enjoyed. The answer? None. His father had sucked all the fun out of his earlier years. His father was much worse later on in life. Even now, in death, he is still horrible. Washing his memories away, he came back to the present. "Why the long face, Minnowkit? You'll see your friend again," Stoneheart purred, hoping to make his daughter smile. He stood still and turned his neck to see Adderkit, who was sill happily swatting his tail. He grinned at his only son. He was sure something.
Crowsong looked at Adderkit as he played with Stoneheart's tail. A purr of amusement escaped her as Adderkit was messing with it as if he was a warrior or apprentice fighting off another clan cat.

[lone]

Mintberry's eyes narrowed once more and as Ottertail rose to his paws, she felt the need to too. So she rolled over until she was standing on her paws, she gave herself a shake sending dust from her pelt everywhere. She hadn't realized that with the grass dying, the dirt was showing beneath their paws much more making her pelt much more dirty than normal when she rolled around like that. She coughed twice before looking at Ottertail playfully. "Well here's the thing, fluff-butt," the black and white she-cat crouched down, appearing ready to pounce at the large feline, but those weren't her intentions. To be honest, she was just trying to appear more threatening -- well as threatening as a feline like she could be. "I wouldn't have to worry about that kit army because I would be the one leading it against you!" she half-yowled triumphantly. Although, the issue with those words was, if anyone knew Mintberry, they would know that she didn't like kits. So leading that army was practically impossible because she'd probably blow up on them from the beginning. "My army and I are planning on shaving your fluffy pelt off and selling it," she half laughed, her green eyes twinkling in amusement.

Uh oh. The tom definitely didn't like the way those words had started, with a 'here's the thing,' but he stood his ground anyways, a defiant spark in his green eyes. "Ha! You?" The tom asked, with a snort. The words were normally meant offensively, but in his case, he was genuinely surprised she would suggest something like that. Didn't Mintberry dislike kits? Or, maybe not necessarily completely dislike, but she definitely didn't seem to like them very much. "Minty-boo, you wouldn't get anywhere NEAR an army of kits." Okay, so it was partly a gamble, but from what Ottertail could remember - she was not someone who liked kits. Ottertail himself was good with kits, and he liked them - he would love to have a family of his own one day. When he decided to settle down, that was. But, her threat against his pelt made his eyes go wide with horror and he scooted back about a tail-length from her. "You wouldn't," He mewed, curling his tail tightly around his body as though he were trying to protect his fluffy pelt. He figured Mintberry wouldn't dare do something like that, but there was no harm in being careful, right? Right.

[lone]

Cedarflower had recoiled slightly at Caliapaw's words, tears now falling freely on the she-cat's face, her body trembling and her claws digging into the ground, as she tried to suppress her sobs.
She was thankful that Caliapaw didn't hold back, it was painful, yes, but less than being led on to a possible spark of hope, however small it could be, and then let down a few moments after.

She barely registered what Caliapaw was doing with her daughter, too busy trying to calm herself down, and failing at it. Her little kitten was going to die, there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't have any kind of knowlegde in that field, she was useless. A useless mother. That's what she was. Where did she go wrong ? What pushed her daughter to put her life at risk ?
Now isn't the time to blame yourself. Cedarflower managed to think. You shouldn't be breaking down crying, you should be strong.

She looked up just as Caliapaw went closer to her. At her suggestion, the she-cat slowly nodded."If ... "She suppressed yet another sob. "If this will make her death come faster ... and if she doesn't die before you do ...then, please do." The mother meowed, her voice trembling. "I can't imagine how much pain she's in. I'd rather have her die now than suffer any longer." She started weeping again, but did her best not to show it, trying to distance herself from everything and everyone around her.
She could feel Caliapaw's distress. She knew what had happened to Wheatfur, like everyone else in the Clan, and even though she didn't know her well, or at all, she was still willing to spare her any more stress.
"It's not your fault ..." She muttered for both herself and Caliapaw. "It's not your ... fault ..." She kept on saying those words over and over, her gaze fixed on everything and nothing. She was feeling lost and helpless, and she hated that feeling.



Cedarflower's incessant muttering came to an abrupt stop when she heard Ivypaw speak. The tears came back full force at her daughter's words, and she panicked at the sight of the blood coming out of Ivypaw's mouth, getting closer to the apprentice's body.

She watched as her daughter's breathing started to slow down, not daring to touch her should she still be able to feel pain. "You'll be okay ... you'll be alright, my little kitten ... everything will be fine ..." She whispered as she kept on weeping, closing her eyes as the sight was too much for the mother to bear.

Then she heard her daughter take her final breath, and she couldn't take it anymore. She collapsed on the floor as sobs wracked through her body, forgetting any kind of manners she had learned to display and keep throughout her life. That was it. Ivypaw was gone. Her kitten was no more. She had left and gone to Starclan.
The blonde and white cat knew that the other cat was dead at this point. She had been a medicine cat for less then half a moon, and already she had lost a patient. Her heart sank, and she lowered her head. Caliapaw was furious with herself, and her confidence level dropped again. Wheatfur had made the wrong choice. She couldn't do this, she just couldn't! Swallowing hard, and feeling quite uncomfortable, Caliapaw did her best to comfort the distraught Cedarflower. Her best while remaining professional, that was. The last thing she wanted was for a stranger to see how unconfident she was in her own abilities. That would surely raise some concerns, wouldn't it?

"I can tell her mentor and the rest of her family about Ivypaw if it's too hard for you. Or you can, it's up to you. You can go ahead and take the - the body, too." Caliapaw was not the best in this type of situation. As it was clearly seen by the discomfort on her features and the worry that was showing in her eyes. She knew she wasn't handling this in a way that a medicine cat should. She knew that Wheatfur would have done better. But what did you say to someone whose daughter had just died? All she knew to say was "I'm sorry for your loss" and somehow, that didn't quite seem like something to say at this moment. Tears of frustration were beginning to well up in her eyes and she roughly turned away so that Cedarflower wouldn't see them. A medicine cat who couldn't save someone wasn't much use, now were they?

You made a mistake, Wheatfur. I screwed up today. I couldn't save someone who didn't deserve to die, and I screwed up, and I just KNOW I made a mistake somewhere along the line... why did you choose me? But deeper, even more nagging, was the question that was coming from within her - Why did I say yes? Caliapaw knew that she wanted to do this. She could feel it when she had told Chameleonvine she was free to go. When Wheatfur had first begun training her, and she had learned some of the different types of herbs. When she looked back at Cedarflower, she forced a sympathetic expression.

It made her sick to her stomach. Putting on a good face had never been easy for her, and she wasn't any more comfortable with it right now. Soon everybody would be gone, except for Foxpaw who was going to be staying there, and Caliapaw could go on out to the territory for a nice long walk. One that she felt was well deserved at the moment.

(and we can end this here, or you can make one more post - it's up to you.)

[Mango]

Owlkit yawned, stretching up into her mother's embrace. With a little bit of effort, she slowly opened her eyes, one after the other.
Rosefern's eyes grew wide,"Owlkit. Your eyes are open!"

[Twilight]

[QUOTE=Okapi;429857]Cuckootree snapped back at his new apprentice,” You need to learn patience and...” he gave a slight chuckle,” respect for your elders.” He growled softly,” Come on. It’s barely sun-up, you’ll be worn out by sunhigh. I’ll teach you patience, by not having us rest until sundown.” He smirked,” Teach you a thing or too. And I was told your snappy in fact. That’s why you have me. When your twelve moons old, you’ll atleast have respect for those who are older than you and know when to shut your trap.” He scowled, he was critical and stern yes, not mean

Silverpaw rolled her amber eyes for all she cared her mentor was just a grumpy old elder counting down his days till he retires. "Whatever you say Oldtree" she said her mew had a hint of sarcasm in it, but she was to worried what came out her muzzle "So what are we going to do today Oldtree".

[FadingEchoes]

Rosefern's eyes grew wide,"Owlkit. Your eyes are open!"
Owlkit mewled in happiness as her mother exclaimed.
(Can kits talk when their eyes are open? I forgot.)

[Mango]

[QUOTE=Okapi;429857]Cuckootree snapped back at his new apprentice,” You need to learn patience and...” he gave a slight chuckle,” respect for your elders.” He growled softly,” Come on. It’s barely sun-up, you’ll be worn out by sunhigh. I’ll teach you patience, by not having us rest until sundown.” He smirked,” Teach you a thing or too. And I was told your snappy in fact. That’s why you have me. When your twelve moons old, you’ll atleast have respect for those who are older than you and know when to shut your trap.” He scowled, he was critical and stern yes, not mean

Silverpaw rolled her amber eyes for all she cared her mentor was just a grumpy old elder counting down his days till he retires. "Whatever you say Oldtree" she said her mew had a hint of sarcasm in it, but she was to worried what came out her muzzle "So what are we going to do today Oldtree".
He cuffed Silverpaw’s ear,” It’s Cuckootree.” He growled softly,” Just because I’m older than you doesn’t give you the right to disrespect me. I’m think elder duties, nursery duties, cleaning the warrior den, apprentice den, leader’s den...” he trailed off being silent for a good minute before meowing,” Nah...I’m messing with you.” He paused,” I think we’ll be doing some hunting.” He meowed (Is she 6 moons or older and lost her mentor)

[Mango]

Owlkit mewled in happiness as her mother exclaimed.
(Can kits talk when their eyes are open? I forgot.)
(I think so)
Rosefern smiled happily at her daughter. I wonder went Citruskit and the other three’s eyes will open. (Yup. Only names of her kits I remember is Owlkit, she’ll say Owlkit was named after her sister Owlstone, and Citruskit due to uniqueness)

[lone]

Milkweed blinked once, feeling nothing, absorbing nothing. She was almost too used to conflict; too used for uncalled-for hostility. Amberflame's holier-than-thou attitude made her want to retch, but she wouldn't. Quiet remarks hurt more than open aggression, so the bicoloured she-cat merely turned her whole body away from the thicker-furred warrior.



Smoothly, she murmured, "However much you lord your material achievements over me, you'll never know how much I've given in service. Thunderclan owes me nothing."
Although the molly preferred to remain unfeeling, there was something about the other she-cat's antagonism that rubbed her the wrong way. She'd pushed all her buttons; stuck her nose where it didn't belong and then whined after a less-than optimal reply.

Milkweed's ancestry was more muddled than most Thunderclanners, which presumably explained her lax sense of loyalty, but then again, what had Thunderclan done for her? Let her watch her apprentice die? Blame her for her lack of motivation afterwards-- expect her to scramble to their defence? Stretching out a dainty, long paw, she turned to Ambergaze again, eyes narrowing. Searching. This was a molly who had never had to work a day in her life because she needed to; Milkweed knew the type. Pure Clan blood, thick fur, made to hunt and serve. They never had perspective, and it just... grinded her gears, she supposed.
"It doesn't matter how much you've given. You should keep giving. Your Clanmates take care of you, so you should take care of them." Every loyal cat in ThunderClan had always had their clanmates' backs. Amberflame remembered even from the time she was an apprentice, they had taken care of their clan members. Those who were disloyal, well... she didn't even want to think about them. They were nothing but some dirt on the ground, something that didn't deserve to be there.

A disloyal cat had no business in ThunderClan. Amberflame was well aware of those cats who decided to get involved in forbidden relationships, or who's loyalty lay with someone else so they would leave and go to that cat's Clan. How ridiculous! She was glad she would never do something so stupid. How absolutely ridiculous that you would choose love over your clan who had never wronged you? "Why in StarClan's name are you just sitting around here?" The feline asked with some amount of dislike. She was beginning to think this might be a waste of time. Would it be better if she did something else?

Maybe there was a full ThunderClan blooded cat somewhere, one who would be more willing to do a patrol or something else. Amberflame, in her own odd way, was semi-trying to get Milkweed to come. She constantly wanted every member of ThunderClan to be involved in something to benefit their Clan. And she was always angry when her plans changed - such as now. She didn't like Milkweed very much right now.

[lone]

Snowstar made her way up onto the Highpeak, glancing around. She knew she was a little late on ceremonies that had to be done, but she was so busy worrying about the war that it had slipped her mind. The she-cat shook her head and let her ice blue gaze drift around, ears pricking. "Cats of ThunderClan, please gather around the Highpeak for a Clan meeting!" She called, sitting down and wrapping her tail around her paws. She waited for the Clan to gather before clearing her throat.

Crybaby (At the Disco)

"Ebonypaw, Ivorypaw, please step forward." She smiled warmly at the apprentices, taking a deep breath. "I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to learn the ways of the Warrior Code, and I grant them their warrior names in return. Ebonypaw, Ivorypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and protect and defend the Clan, even at the cost of your lives?"

"I do."

"Then from this moment on, Ebonypaw, you shall be known as Ebonystrike. We honor your courage and bravery, and welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." She smiled warmly before turning to Ivorypaw. "Ivorypaw, from this moment on, you shall be known as Ivoryfluff. We honor your dedication and enthusiasm, and welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."

The ThunderClan leader took a deep breath and turned to the next cats. "Jaggedkit, Treekit, please step forward." She smiled at the two kits, her heart warming. This was the good thing about ceremonies.

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"Jaggedkit, from this day forward, you shall be known as Jaggedpaw. Passionblaze," Snowstar turned her ice blue eyes onto her deputy. "You will mentor Jaggedpaw. I trust you will pass down all you know onto him." She turned to the next kit.

"Treekit, you shall be known as Treepaw. Tangleheart," Her gaze rested on the warrior. "You will mentor Treepaw. I trust you to pass down all you know onto him."

One more ceremony left. Snowstar turned to the next cat. "Frostfeather, please come forward," She called, beckoning the ShadowClan cat forward.

Ennard

"You have asked to join ThunderClan to be with your mate. So, we welcome you as a ThunderClan cat. Welcome to the Clan." Snowstarsmiled warmly, then took a deep breath.

"Clan dismissed!" The Siamese called, then leaped down off of the Highpeak and headed for the nursery to check up on her kits.

~~~~~~

Lonestar23

Mintkit grinned at the Tom, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hah! Sooner than that if you don't watch your mouth, boy," She warned teasingly, flicking her tail over his muzzle. "I can be very fierce." She purred, rubbing her head under his chin. When he answered her question, she tilted her head and looked up at him, pulling back slightly. "WindClan. Oh, right, the whole battle thing. Well, hopefully the charm thing works!" She giggled. She tilted her head when he mentioned getting an apprentice, ears pricking. "Well, hold off until I'm older, would you? I kinda want to be your apprentice." She gave a soft chuckle, ears perked up and a smile on her face.


"Riiight," Marshjump laughed with a roll of his eyes, batting her lightly on the head and shaking his own head softly. Her next words made him laugh again, and his tail began to twitch with amusement, dark eyes lighting up with sparks of laughter. "Um, excuse you, my charm will most certainly work!" Marshjump mewed, batting her on the head again. But, her next words caught him off guard. Mintkit? His apprentice? That'd be amazing... He thought, his eyes widening slightly as he imagined what the Clan would do if he and Mintkit really did become mentor and apprentice. They would be an unstoppable combination. "Of course, lil' Minty. I promise." He mewed with a grin on his maw. He had already partly trained her - this would just be sort of like a continuation of that.

[bobtail]

Duskkit glanced at each member of her family, a slight frown on her tiny face. They were all already to active, playing and laughing. She didn't see the point. She was just as excited to be a warrior one day, of course, but that would be moons from now. She had to wait another five just to be an apprentice. She couldn't understand why her siblings were acting as if pouncing on a cat's tail and looking out at the camp would actually bring them closer to being a warrior. It would be just as effective, and much easier, to just lay down and rest until the time came. Then they could all run and play and learn. She could wait for something as great as that.

Phoenix Flames Tigress Silentshade Crybaby (At the Disco)
(Sorry I disappeared for a while!)

[Random Melody]

"Riiight," Marshjump laughed with a roll of his eyes, batting her lightly on the head and shaking his own head softly. Her next words made him laugh again, and his tail began to twitch with amusement, dark eyes lighting up with sparks of laughter. "Um, excuse you, my charm will most certainly work!" Marshjump mewed, batting her on the head again. But, her next words caught him off guard. Mintkit? His apprentice? That'd be amazing... He thought, his eyes widening slightly as he imagined what the Clan would do if he and Mintkit really did become mentor and apprentice. They would be an unstoppable combination. "Of course, lil' Minty. I promise." He mewed with a grin on his maw. He had already partly trained her - this would just be sort of like a continuation of that.


"Well, I sure hope so! Otherwise we're doomed," Mintkit exclaimed dramatically, letting out a giggle as he batted her on the head, which she ducked down quickly. She swiped at him playfully, batting at his chest. She smirked to herself at the surprised look that crossed Marshjump's face when she mentioned becoming his apprentice. It was a great thought for her. Mintkit would have to ask Snowstar what she thought about that. Hopefully her mother would agree. Marshjump was already sorta training her anyway, right? This would just be more official. Once she became an apprentice. The young she-cat looked up at him, and grinned. "Good!" She purred, flicking her tail under his chin. "We'll make a great team, ya know. The other Clans wouldn't dare mess with ThunderClan once they see us." Her ice blue eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him, head tilting slightly and a smile on her maw. "Just me and you - Marshy and Minty. Best team in the world."

[Phoenix Flames]

Duskkit glanced at each member of her family, a slight frown on her tiny face. They were all already to active, playing and laughing. She didn't see the point. She was just as excited to be a warrior one day, of course, but that would be moons from now. She had to wait another five just to be an apprentice. She couldn't understand why her siblings were acting as if pouncing on a cat's tail and looking out at the camp would actually bring them closer to being a warrior. It would be just as effective, and much easier, to just lay down and rest until the time came. Then they could all run and play and learn. She could wait for something as great as that.

Phoenix Flames Tigress Silentshade Crybaby (At the Disco)
(Sorry I disappeared for a while!)
(It's okay.)

[lone]

"Well, I sure hope so! Otherwise we're doomed," Mintkit exclaimed dramatically, letting out a giggle as he batted her on the head, which she ducked down quickly. She swiped at him playfully, batting at his chest. She smirked to herself at the surprised look that crossed Marshjump's face when she mentioned becoming his apprentice. It was a great thought for her. Mintkit would have to ask Snowstar what she thought about that. Hopefully her mother would agree. Marshjump was already sorta training her anyway, right? This would just be more official. Once she became an apprentice. The young she-cat looked up at him, and grinned. "Good!" She purred, flicking her tail under his chin. "We'll make a great team, ya know. The other Clans wouldn't dare mess with ThunderClan once they see us." Her ice blue eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him, head tilting slightly and a smile on her maw. "Just me and you - Marshy and Minty. Best team in the world."


"Forever." Marshjump agreed, nodding as though that were the final word on the matter. In his mind, it was. Marshy and Minty sounded like the perfect team - the dream team - taking on the world forever. They would always be together. Marshjump couldn't wait until the day when Mintkit might actually be his apprentice. Wouldn't that be awesome? The tom purred low in his throat, his tail twitching back and forth with excitement as he imagined them taking on the other Clans. The threat from WindClan would disappear, and everything would be great... he felt like a young apprentice again (though he hadn't been a warrior for long) dreaming of the glory days when he would be a hero. Everyone wanted to be a hero. Not everyone got that chance. Marshjump was pretty sure he would never be a REAL hero, but he might at least get to the point where he would be considered someone who had made sacrifices for his Clan. "So, Minty, what do you say we go celebrate?" He asked with a purr rumbling in his throat. Now that Mintkit was older, she just might be able to be snuck out into the territory. Just maybe.

[Random Melody]

"Forever." Marshjump agreed, nodding as though that were the final word on the matter. In his mind, it was. Marshy and Minty sounded like the perfect team - the dream team - taking on the world forever. They would always be together. Marshjump couldn't wait until the day when Mintkit might actually be his apprentice. Wouldn't that be awesome? The tom purred low in his throat, his tail twitching back and forth with excitement as he imagined them taking on the other Clans. The threat from WindClan would disappear, and everything would be great... he felt like a young apprentice again (though he hadn't been a warrior for long) dreaming of the glory days when he would be a hero. Everyone wanted to be a hero. Not everyone got that chance. Marshjump was pretty sure he would never be a REAL hero, but he might at least get to the point where he would be considered someone who had made sacrifices for his Clan. "So, Minty, what do you say we go celebrate?" He asked with a purr rumbling in his throat. Now that Mintkit was older, she just might be able to be snuck out into the territory. Just maybe.


"Forever." Mintkit echoed, smiling brightly up at her best friend. "That sounds great to me." And it did. It sounded completely perfect, because it was. Mintkit couldn't have asked for a better best friend than Marshjump, ever. She hadn't even known she wanted a best friend until she met him. And both of them taking on the world together sounded amazing. Because they'd be together. Marshy and Minty. Best friends. And that was all the young she-cat wanted. The blue-point Siamese stretched up on her paws, which were tingling with excitement, wanting to - Celebrate. Marshjump had said the word almost as soon as Mintkit had thought it, and it made her grin. "Marshyyy, you read my mind." She teased, bumping her head against the warrior's paws playfully before looking toward the camp entrance, then the nursery, before turning back to Marshjump with a smirk. "Sure! And how shall we celebrate today, O' Great Warrior?" Her whiskers twitched, but her ice blue eyes were solemn as her eyes met the Tom's. Marshjump would definitely be a great warrior. She knew that. She was betting on it. "Little run through the territory, maybe?" She tilted her head at him, sitting back with a smile.

[Twilight]

[QUOTE=The one and only me;430477]
He cuffed Silverpaw’s ear,” It’s Cuckootree.” He growled softly,” Just because I’m older than you doesn’t give you the right to disrespect me. I’m think elder duties, nursery duties, cleaning the warrior den, apprentice den, leader’s den...” he trailed off being silent for a good minute before meowing,” Nah...I’m messing with you.” He paused,” I think we’ll be doing some hunting.” He meowed (Is she 6 moons or older and lost her mentor)
Silverpaw stumbled back a bit after her mentor just cuffed her ear. She wasn't used to being cuffed around the ear usually when she wanted something she would get it, but she quickly got her to her paws flicking off a leaf with her tail calmly. After listening to what her mentor had to say her eyes widen in shock "Are we really going to go hunting" she mewed excitedly. She happily scrambled to her paws nearly tripping over herself and started to make her way to the camp entrance.

(She is six moons maybe a little bit older than that and her mentor no)

[Tigress]

Crowsong looked at Adderkit as he played with Stoneheart's tail. A purr of amusement escaped her as Adderkit was messing with it as if he was a warrior or apprentice fighting off another clan cat.
Duskkit glanced at each member of her family, a slight frown on her tiny face. They were all already to active, playing and laughing. She didn't see the point. She was just as excited to be a warrior one day, of course, but that would be moons from now. She had to wait another five just to be an apprentice. She couldn't understand why her siblings were acting as if pouncing on a cat's tail and looking out at the camp would actually bring them closer to being a warrior. It would be just as effective, and much easier, to just lay down and rest until the time came. Then they could all run and play and learn. She could wait for something as great as that.

Phoenix Flames Tigress Silentshade Crybaby (At the Disco)
(Sorry I disappeared for a while!)

(It's okay.)

Stoneheart couldn't break his gaze from Duskkit. She had a far off, intelligent look in her young eyes. She might have been youthful but already she looked as though she was very wise. "What are you thinking about, Duskkit?" he asked, settling down beside her.

(I know it's kinda short)

Crybaby (At the Disco) little-life-light Silentshade

[wolfie]

The white-furred apprentice stretched, the daylight shine made his pelt.. a bit too bright. His tongue rolled out of his mouth, yawning. His bright blue eyes gleam with energy, having a free day was much needed. Snowpaw's stomach rumbled with hunger, his ears lowered. He walk to the fresh-kill pile, his tail tip flickered. Which shown Snowpaw was bored. He picked out his favorite prey, a medium thrush. Actually it was kind of a silly way he liked it, the feathers reminded him of his own pelt. Plus he said he liked plucking out the feathers when he wants to, Snowpaw ate slowly. His mind was empty like always but it seem to wonder to Caliapaw, gulping down the rest of his prey. I wonder what my siblings are doing, Poor Caliapaw.. she must be so bored! Snowpaw thought, however he didn't go visit his sister because she may be busy. Even if he really wanted to, lazily he lay in the sun. His head rested on his paws, as his tail curled up to his side. He closed his eyes, soaking in the warmth from the sunlight. Usually Snowpaw would be doing something but he had a day off or his mentor had more `better` things to do. The apprentice didn't like being called lazy even if he did have his moments when he was, but how could you not? He couldn't wait until he was a warrior, I wonder what kind of adventures I will have! Don't at least everyone has one interesting story to tell, and I know Caliapaw will too! The thought put a smile on Snowpaw's face

(Open, feel free to join!)

[Starfall]

juniper

The pure white feline padded into the clearing, his dainty paws making not a single noise as he cut through the empty space. It was oddly empty for it being Thunderclan and it being a sunny, fairly cold day, it baffled the tom. Everything about the warrior was elegant, his long, silky fur, his small, slim build, his elegant, hypnotic stride, even his blue eyes were stunning, the way they would melt into a soothing forest green the closer you got to the center. Rosebubble was often mistaken for a molly, and if he was being honest, he didn't mind it all too much, he didn't find it enjoyable to be male, most of them just swooned over mollies, he never found the opposite gender to be attractive, rather, his gender. He often found himself staring at well build, muscular warriors, if anything it was his only weakness. The cloud colored warrior gently laid himself down in the sunniest, unoccupited spot in clan and wound his tail around his paws, his hues raking across the clearing, seeing which handsome tom would grace him with their presence today.

[Mango]

[QUOTE=Okapi;430607]
Silverpaw stumbled back a bit after her mentor just cuffed her ear. She wasn't used to being cuffed around the ear usually when she wanted something she would get it, but she quickly got her to her paws flicking off a leaf with her tail calmly. After listening to what her mentor had to say her eyes widen in shock "Are we really going to go hunting" she mewed excitedly. She happily scrambled to her paws nearly tripping over herself and started to make her way to the camp entrance.

(She is six moons maybe a little bit older than that and her mentor no)
Cuckootree grunted,” Yah. Come on slow kit.” He growled softly, rather irritated by Silverpaw.

[bobtail]

Stoneheart couldn't break his gaze from Duskkit. She had a far off, intelligent look in her young eyes. She might have been youthful but already she looked as though she was very wise. "What are you thinking about, Duskkit?" he asked, settling down beside her.

(I know it's kinda short)

Crybaby (At the Disco) little-life-light Silentshade

Duskkit glanced up as her father spoke, quickly snapping out of her stupor when she realised everyone was fully aware of her. She looked awkwardly down at her paws, unsure as to how Stoneheart would feel about her opinions. The she-kit hesitated for a few seconds before meowing, "I'm... just wondering why everyone is so eager to be warriors. It's going to be moons before we're even apprentices!"

[Random Melody]

Empress Of Evil

Snowstar slid out of the nursery, glancing over her shoulder before looking ahead again, a small, peaceful smile on her face. Being with her kits always gave her a good feeling. And while she couldn't always be with them, having leadership duties to take care of, the Siamese still spent as much time with them as she could. That was good enough, right? The younger leader sighed and looked around, ears pricking. She should probably find Antpaw - She'd been neglecting her apprentice a little much, and she didn't like that. The thing with WindClan had most of her attention lately. The thought of it made her ears flatten. She had so much to worry about, it was unreal. She didn't know being a leader would be this hard. Then again, what had she been expecting?

The Siamese sighed to herself, gaze drifting around. She really just wished she had someone to talk to. Maybe one of her siblings. Or Passionblaze - Talking to her deputy about this sounded nice. Or even Gyrewind.. Or Stormstrike. Oh, she missed her mate, her best friend. Where was he? She'd been neglecting him a bit, too, and that made her feel just awful. The she-cat's ears flattened slightly as she looked around, searching for the familiar gray pelt of Stormstrike. Talking to her mate just sounded so great right then. She just needed her best friend.

[Charmer]

'Do you think your leader will let us?" she asked slowly, her eyes looked around the clearing before they turned back on her.

Flameleaf

Cherrydawn hesitated. "I can't say for sure what Snowstar with say, but she's a kind cat and a good leader." Cherrydawn's heart warmed. Snowstar could do no wrong in her eyes today. She had let Skyfeather stay here in the clan with her. She glanced up at the tom with a soft, loving gaze.

[wickedvirtues]

Stoneheart yelped in surprise. Adderkit had attacked his tail! He shook his head and tried to remember a time when he was younger that he enjoyed. The answer? None. His father had sucked all the fun out of his earlier years. His father was much worse later on in life. Even now, in death, he is still horrible. Washing his memories away, he came back to the present. "Why the long face, Minnowkit? You'll see your friend again," Stoneheart purred, hoping to make his daughter smile. He stood still and turned his neck to see Adderkit, who was sill happily swatting his tail. He grinned at his only son. He was sure something.
"Huh? Oh, I-I know. She just seemed nice." Minnowkit mewed, giving a small shrug as her father asked about the small frown on her face. She fluffed out her gray and white pelt and watched her brother attack his tail. She wanted to join in! She leaped at his tail, batting it softly when it flicked away from her brother, pupils big and eyes shining as her own tail swished back and forth.

[Tundra]

Skyfeather let out a soft purr. He gave a warm smile at Cherrydawn. "She might let you stay. She might make you leave." He told them as he looked around the clearing. It just seemed... Weird...
Being surrounded by trees. The prey that he would now eat. Mice, squirrels, shrew and more. He shook out his pelt and sighed. He's have to get used to it if he wanted to stay.

[lone]

"Forever." Mintkit echoed, smiling brightly up at her best friend. "That sounds great to me." And it did. It sounded completely perfect, because it was. Mintkit couldn't have asked for a better best friend than Marshjump, ever. She hadn't even known she wanted a best friend until she met him. And both of them taking on the world together sounded amazing. Because they'd be together. Marshy and Minty. Best friends. And that was all the young she-cat wanted. The blue-point Siamese stretched up on her paws, which were tingling with excitement, wanting to - Celebrate. Marshjump had said the word almost as soon as Mintkit had thought it, and it made her grin. "Marshyyy, you read my mind." She teased, bumping her head against the warrior's paws playfully before looking toward the camp entrance, then the nursery, before turning back to Marshjump with a smirk. "Sure! And how shall we celebrate today, O' Great Warrior?" Her whiskers twitched, but her ice blue eyes were solemn as her eyes met the Tom's. Marshjump would definitely be a great warrior. She knew that. She was betting on it. "Little run through the territory, maybe?" She tilted her head at him, sitting back with a smile.


"Now who's reading minds?" The tom asked teasingly at her suggestion, his dark eyes twinkling as he looked over his young friend. The blue-point Siamese definitely seemed to have read Marshjump's mind, although he hadn't been all that surprised. He'd heard of this happening between close friends - scratch that, best friends - and he was pleased to have that type of a bond with Mintkit. He already thought of her as the closest friend he would ever have, and wouldn't be surprised if they stayed friends all throughout her warriorhood. That would be a pretty cool experience to have, having a friend for his whole life. One friend that would stay by him until the day he died. What an amazing experience that would be to have! "We'll have to slip away quietly, though." He whispered to her, feeling his long whiskers brush against her face as he put his maw close to her small ears. The tom got to his paws and, looking as though he didn't have a care in the world, began to deliberately and carefully saunter away from the highrock to the territory. His dark eyes gleamed with this new idea, and he glanced back at Mintkit. Well? Ya comin' or what? His expression seemed to ask.

(to the territory?)

[Random Melody]

Lonestar23

Snowstar couldn't remember the last time she'd been in here. She'd never really had to come in, really. Maybe when she got sick a few times she would come in for herbs, but nothing major. And she'd never stayed for very long. The last time she'd been in here... She was checking on the new cat. Antpaw, actually. The little kit Wheatfur had found on the territory. Thinking of Wheatfur had her heart aching and she had to stop, staring down at her paws with a frown as she remembered the old Tom. Wheatfur had been a pretty grumpy cat, but it never really fazed the she-cat. She liked him. And now, he was gone. Killed in the gathering battle - The same battle that had cost her one of her lives.

Snowstar's ears flicked at the memory, which she quickly shook off. This wasn't a time to brood, this was a time to greet the new medicine cat. She hadn't seen much of Caliapaw and she didn't think she'd talked to her that much yet. Snowstar had had so much on her mind she hadn't been able to properly greet the young cat, and now was her chance while she was free for a while. So, the Siamese lifted her ice blue gaze and looked around the den, tail twitching. "Caliapaw?" She wasn't sure if Caliapaw was busy or not. If she was, the leader could always come back later. She just thought that it would be a good time to get to know the new medicine cat.

[lone]

Lonestar23

Snowstar couldn't remember the last time she'd been in here. She'd never really had to come in, really. Maybe when she got sick a few times she would come in for herbs, but nothing major. And she'd never stayed for very long. The last time she'd been in here... She was checking on the new cat. Antpaw, actually. The little kit Wheatfur had found on the territory. Thinking of Wheatfur had her heart aching and she had to stop, staring down at her paws with a frown as she remembered the old Tom. Wheatfur had been a pretty grumpy cat, but it never really fazed the she-cat. She liked him. And now, he was gone. Killed in the gathering battle - The same battle that had cost her one of her lives.

Snowstar's ears flicked at the memory, which she quickly shook off. This wasn't a time to brood, this was a time to greet the new medicine cat. She hadn't seen much of Caliapaw and she didn't think she'd talked to her that much yet. Snowstar had had so much on her mind she hadn't been able to properly greet the young cat, and now was her chance while she was free for a while. So, the Siamese lifted her ice blue gaze and looked around the den, tail twitching. "Caliapaw?" She wasn't sure if Caliapaw was busy or not. If she was, the leader could always come back later. She just thought that it would be a good time to get to know the new medicine cat.


Caliapaw had been... surviving, lately, in some terms. Since losing Ivypaw, she still hadn't really gotten herself together. Her first patient who had died, and her third patient altogether. The only one who had come in here for serious reasons and the only one she hadn't helped. "Oh... Snowstar." The medicine cat's ears folded back slightly. She wasn't really ready to talk to the leader. As long as the topic of Wheatfur didn't come up, she should be fine. Her former mentor was on her mind a lot, considering he was the one who had seen enough in her to make her his apprentice. That was a pretty big honor. "I'm sorry, I'm not... quite myself, I suppose." She had never been social, but she could pull herself together when it was needed and greet cats with a pleasant expression. She was thanking StarClan she hadn't had any patients recently. She was pretty sure she couldn't face them without showing her frustration at losing Ivypaw and her unconfidence in her abilities to heal. Well, there was Foxpaw - who was just staying in the den while her shoulder healed. Since Caliapaw didn't trust the apprentice not to just run off to train the first chance she got. But she didn't talk much to the ginger cat while she was working.

[Random Melody]

Caliapaw had been... surviving, lately, in some terms. Since losing Ivypaw, she still hadn't really gotten herself together. Her first patient who had died, and her third patient altogether. The only one who had come in here for serious reasons and the only one she hadn't helped. "Oh... Snowstar." The medicine cat's ears folded back slightly. She wasn't really ready to talk to the leader. As long as the topic of Wheatfur didn't come up, she should be fine. Her former mentor was on her mind a lot, considering he was the one who had seen enough in her to make her his apprentice. That was a pretty big honor. "I'm sorry, I'm not... quite myself, I suppose." She had never been social, but she could pull herself together when it was needed and greet cats with a pleasant expression. She was thanking StarClan she hadn't had any patients recently. She was pretty sure she couldn't face them without showing her frustration at losing Ivypaw and her unconfidence in her abilities to heal. Well, there was Foxpaw - who was just staying in the den while her shoulder healed. Since Caliapaw didn't trust the apprentice not to just run off to train the first chance she got. But she didn't talk much to the ginger cat while she was working.


Snowstar gazed at the young cat as she spoke, nodding softly. Yes, that was understandable. Losing Wheatfur couldn't have been easy on Caliapaw - It wasn't easy on anyone. She shifted her paws and looked at the young medicine cat. "I understand," She said softly, her ice blue eyes flickering around for a moment before she looked over at Caliapaw again. "I just figured, we haven't properly met. We've both been... Distracted, I guess, and I figure now would be a good time to talk... Though if you're busy right now, I could come back later?" She offered, looking around again. She didn't want to barge in and take Caliapaw's attention away from any patients she had, but it didn't seem like she had her paws full at the moment, so this could be a good time. In any case, Snowstar was looking forward to getting to know Caliapaw a little more.

[lone]

Snowstar gazed at the young cat as she spoke, nodding softly. Yes, that was understandable. Losing Wheatfur couldn't have been easy on Caliapaw - It wasn't easy on anyone. She shifted her paws and looked at the young medicine cat. "I understand," She said softly, her ice blue eyes flickering around for a moment before she looked over at Caliapaw again. "I just figured, we haven't properly met. We've both been... Distracted, I guess, and I figure now would be a good time to talk... Though if you're busy right now, I could come back later?" She offered, looking around again. She didn't want to barge in and take Caliapaw's attention away from any patients she had, but it didn't seem like she had her paws full at the moment, so this could be a good time. In any case, Snowstar was looking forward to getting to know Caliapaw a little more.


"I'm not busy," The feline said. Her voice was unusually soft, a result of feeling drained and tired. This first loss had not been easy on her, and she hadn't felt much like eating or sleeping - and she'd just starting doing both more reguarly after Wheatfur's death. The she cat flicked her tail, inviting Snowstar to sit down. A conversation might do her some good. She was mainly waiting for the leader to initiate it, however. She knew about the tensions with WindClan - there was no advice she could give on that, just that she was sick of it and frankly wished that it would end. If the topic came up, she was likely to say so in no uncertain terms, but at the same time, Caliapaw really wanted to stay on the young leader's good side. Wheatfur hadn't had much to say about Snowstar, and the medicine cat had always wondered why. Maybe they hadn't been very close? She wanted to ask about that, but just in case there was bias, she didn't want her memories of the former medicine cat tarnished or darkened in any way. She had good memories of the tom. "I might sort some herbs while we talk, if you don't mind." The den was fairly clean, since Caliapaw had been doing nothing but working pretty much since Ivypaw had died, with the occasional break. The apprentice's death had hit her pretty hard. Especially since she had currently been trying to save her when she died.

[Random Melody]

"I'm not busy," The feline said. Her voice was unusually soft, a result of feeling drained and tired. This first loss had not been easy on her, and she hadn't felt much like eating or sleeping - and she'd just starting doing both more reguarly after Wheatfur's death. The she cat flicked her tail, inviting Snowstar to sit down. A conversation might do her some good. She was mainly waiting for the leader to initiate it, however. She knew about the tensions with WindClan - there was no advice she could give on that, just that she was sick of it and frankly wished that it would end. If the topic came up, she was likely to say so in no uncertain terms, but at the same time, Caliapaw really wanted to stay on the young leader's good side. Wheatfur hadn't had much to say about Snowstar, and the medicine cat had always wondered why. Maybe they hadn't been very close? She wanted to ask about that, but just in case there was bias, she didn't want her memories of the former medicine cat tarnished or darkened in any way. She had good memories of the tom. "I might sort some herbs while we talk, if you don't mind." The den was fairly clean, since Caliapaw had been doing nothing but working pretty much since Ivypaw had died, with the occasional break. The apprentice's death had hit her pretty hard. Especially since she had currently been trying to save her when she died.


"I don't mind at all," Snowstar said softly. She took a few more careful steps into the den before settling down, curling her black tail around her paws and focusing on the young medicine cat. She was silent for a long moment, thinking of what to say. "Have you been... Doing well?" She finally meowed, her voice careful, her gaze full of compassion as she studied Caliapaw carefully. "This all must be quite hard on you." She sighed warily, shifting her paws a little and letting her gaze flicker around the den. Yes, it must be hard on the young cat. To be suddenly thrown into this. Becoming medicine cat apprentice and then having her mentor die and then suddenly, Caliapaw was the medicine cat. Suddenly she had to worry about herbs and sick or injured cats and whatever it was medicine cats had to worry about. She didn't know exactly how hard it was, but she assumed it was quite hard. But that was okay - She would try to help the young medicine cat. Just to be there if she needed something, or needed to talk. That's what Snowstar did best, after all, was just be there. Help other cats. That's what she did. That's what she loved to do. So she would be there for Caliapaw, as well.

[lone]

The white-furred apprentice stretched, the daylight shine made his pelt.. a bit too bright. His tongue rolled out of his mouth, yawning. His bright blue eyes gleam with energy, having a free day was much needed. Snowpaw's stomach rumbled with hunger, his ears lowered. He walk to the fresh-kill pile, his tail tip flickered. Which shown Snowpaw was bored. He picked out his favorite prey, a medium thrush. Actually it was kind of a silly way he liked it, the feathers reminded him of his own pelt. Plus he said he liked plucking out the feathers when he wants to, Snowpaw ate slowly. His mind was empty like always but it seem to wonder to Caliapaw, gulping down the rest of his prey. I wonder what my siblings are doing, Poor Caliapaw.. she must be so bored! Snowpaw thought, however he didn't go visit his sister because she may be busy. Even if he really wanted to, lazily he lay in the sun. His head rested on his paws, as his tail curled up to his side. He closed his eyes, soaking in the warmth from the sunlight. Usually Snowpaw would be doing something but he had a day off or his mentor had more `better` things to do. The apprentice didn't like being called lazy even if he did have his moments when he was, but how could you not? He couldn't wait until he was a warrior, I wonder what kind of adventures I will have! Don't at least everyone has one interesting story to tell, and I know Caliapaw will too! The thought put a smile on Snowpaw's face

(Open, feel free to join!)
Caliapaw entered the clearing, her fur groomed (semi-neatly) even though her expression seemed dull, and tired in comparison. She was exhausted. She hadn't eaten or slept much since losing her first patient, and she had just gotten over Wheatfur's death - so it was twice as hard for her. Spotting her brother lounging comfortably in the sun a little ways away, a half-mischievious gleam returned to the dead-looking eyes. Crouching down low, and trying to remember her warrior training, Caliapaw crept towards Snowpaw, her eyes focused on nothing else but her brother. As far as she could tell, he hadn't noticed her yet. She was coming from an angle that would make it harder to see her. Honestly, she needed this entertainment - it'd been a while since she'd really laughed and, if she timed this right, this would be just the thing to make her laugh. Her crouch wasn't anywhere near perfect - she'd only had about a moon of warrior training before Wheatfur had asked her to be his apprentice. But, it was close enough for her to spring through the air, aiming to land on top of Snowpaw. Her brother's quiet afternoon was about to be disrupted - and yes, Caliapaw felt this was the best way to stay out of the spotlight. By acting just like any other apprentice. Maybe she wouldn't stand out as much out here, despite the scent of herbs and - currently - the lightest scent of blood that she carried around with her everywhere she went. Snowpaw would be surprised to see her. She was pretty sure he thought she never got a break... of course, that wasn't necessarily true. Right now she did have a break. And she was spending it with a family member. One who she was hoping could draw her out of her current mental state.

[lone]

"I don't mind at all," Snowstar said softly. She took a few more careful steps into the den before settling down, curling her black tail around her paws and focusing on the young medicine cat. She was silent for a long moment, thinking of what to say. "Have you been... Doing well?" She finally meowed, her voice careful, her gaze full of compassion as she studied Caliapaw carefully. "This all must be quite hard on you." She sighed warily, shifting her paws a little and letting her gaze flicker around the den. Yes, it must be hard on the young cat. To be suddenly thrown into this. Becoming medicine cat apprentice and then having her mentor die and then suddenly, Caliapaw was the medicine cat. Suddenly she had to worry about herbs and sick or injured cats and whatever it was medicine cats had to worry about. She didn't know exactly how hard it was, but she assumed it was quite hard. But that was okay - She would try to help the young medicine cat. Just to be there if she needed something, or needed to talk. That's what Snowstar did best, after all, was just be there. Help other cats. That's what she did. That's what she loved to do. So she would be there for Caliapaw, as well.


The feline avoided making eye contact with Snowstar, instead looking down at her paws or around at the herbs, most of which were neat and appeared not to need sorting. There were a few stray herbs that the medicine cat quickly placed, her eyes scanning over the many plants in their selected areas before she answered the leader. "I've been fine. I'm still alive - getting along day by day. I won't deny it's been hard, though. There's a lot to keep up with." She carefully sidestepped the emotional heartache confession, hoping that the Siamese wouldn't inquire further on that. She honestly wasn't quite sure how to talk to Snowstar. Was this a casual talk, a "checking in on you" talk, should she give Snowstar a checkup? Make sure that everything was working okay? Her eyes were already flitting over the leader... almost out of habit, she was checking her for any still open wounds. As far as she could tell, everything had scarred up nicely... and at the moment, Caliapaw couldn't scent any infection. Then again, she was distracted at the same time, her full focus not on checking on Snowstar. If she did find something wrong, she would certainly urge the she cat to rest and take care of herself, however. Her eyes returned to Snowstar and she gave a forced smile. At the moment, Caliapaw was forcing just about everything she did. It wasn't coming easily... if at all. "What about you? Are you taking some time to relax? Too much stress could lead to problems..." The medicine cat's voice trailed off, and she stopped like she wasn't sure of herself. Stress could lead to problems, but relaxing might not help cure that stress, it could make it worse - or had she gotten that right? Either way, she was pretty sure Snowstar needed to relax, or she would end up in the medicine cat's den with a headache or stomachache or something else. Stress could cause headaches and stomachaches, she was fairly sure.

[Random Melody]

The feline avoided making eye contact with Snowstar, instead looking down at her paws or around at the herbs, most of which were neat and appeared not to need sorting. There were a few stray herbs that the medicine cat quickly placed, her eyes scanning over the many plants in their selected areas before she answered the leader. "I've been fine. I'm still alive - getting along day by day. I won't deny it's been hard, though. There's a lot to keep up with." She carefully sidestepped the emotional heartache confession, hoping that the Siamese wouldn't inquire further on that. She honestly wasn't quite sure how to talk to Snowstar. Was this a casual talk, a "checking in on you" talk, should she give Snowstar a checkup? Make sure that everything was working okay? Her eyes were already flitting over the leader... almost out of habit, she was checking her for any still open wounds. As far as she could tell, everything had scarred up nicely... and at the moment, Caliapaw couldn't scent any infection. Then again, she was distracted at the same time, her full focus not on checking on Snowstar. If she did find something wrong, she would certainly urge the she cat to rest and take care of herself, however. Her eyes returned to Snowstar and she gave a forced smile. At the moment, Caliapaw was forcing just about everything she did. It wasn't coming easily... if at all. "What about you? Are you taking some time to relax? Too much stress could lead to problems..." The medicine cat's voice trailed off, and she stopped like she wasn't sure of herself. Stress could lead to problems, but relaxing might not help cure that stress, it could make it worse - or had she gotten that right? Either way, she was pretty sure Snowstar needed to relax, or she would end up in the medicine cat's den with a headache or stomachache or something else. Stress could cause headaches and stomachaches, she was fairly sure.


"I'm sure." Snowstar nodded at Caliapaw's answer, understanding very well that the medicine cat didn't want to talk about any emotional stuff. That was fair - She'd open up in her own time. It wasn't good to keep things bottled up, though, so she did hope Caliapaw had someone to talk to, if not Snowstar herself. The Siamese noticed the young cat looking her over, as if checking for injuries, and a small smile tugged at her maw despite herself. Of course, she was fine - Scars from the gathering were healing up great. She wondered whether to tell Caliapaw she'd lost a life - Was that something the medicine cat needed to know? Maybe not right now, She decided. Caliapaw has other things to worry about. One less life isn't that important. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, just in time to hear Caliapaw's questioning. Her ice blue eyes flickered around the den before she looked at the medicine cat again, nodding slightly. "Ah, yes, I know." She sighed, tail tip twitching back and forth. "It's hard to find some time to relax lately, though. With WindClan.." She trailed off and shook her head before she could get too lost in thought again. This wasn't a time to talk about WindClan, this was time to just talk to Caliapaw. Get to know the medicine cat... Make sure she was coping well. "Well, anyway. I hope you're not stressing yourself out, either," She added, frowning at the young medicine cat in concern. "I know you've got a lot of responsibility on your paws now, but still, as you said, stress can lead to problems."

[lone]

"I'm sure." Snowstar nodded at Caliapaw's answer, understanding very well that the medicine cat didn't want to talk about any emotional stuff. That was fair - She'd open up in her own time. It wasn't good to keep things bottled up, though, so she did hope Caliapaw had someone to talk to, if not Snowstar herself. The Siamese noticed the young cat looking her over, as if checking for injuries, and a small smile tugged at her maw despite herself. Of course, she was fine - Scars from the gathering were healing up great. She wondered whether to tell Caliapaw she'd lost a life - Was that something the medicine cat needed to know? Maybe not right now, She decided. Caliapaw has other things to worry about. One less life isn't that important. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, just in time to hear Caliapaw's questioning. Her ice blue eyes flickered around the den before she looked at the medicine cat again, nodding slightly. "Ah, yes, I know." She sighed, tail tip twitching back and forth. "It's hard to find some time to relax lately, though. With WindClan.." She trailed off and shook her head before she could get too lost in thought again. This wasn't a time to talk about WindClan, this was time to just talk to Caliapaw. Get to know the medicine cat... Make sure she was coping well. "Well, anyway. I hope you're not stressing yourself out, either," She added, frowning at the young medicine cat in concern. "I know you've got a lot of responsibility on your paws now, but still, as you said, stress can lead to problems."


Caliapaw's ears twitched foward as the young leader began talking, but they fell back to their original position when her sentence trailed off. Too bad - she had been curious about what was going on with WindClan. Lately, Caliapaw hadn't been up to... gossiping. She'd been fine with a pleasant conversation, but she wasn't up to date on the latest about the tensions, and she definitely wasn't up to date on the latest about her friends' lives. She'd barely spent time with her family lately, let alone her friends! Caliapaw's eyes softened as Snowstar continued, and she nodded like she understood. "Yes, Snowstar. I'll be careful not to stress myself out." I'm not stressing myself out, this job is stressing me out. She knew it was carefully worded so that she would avoid that type of thing.

Caliapaw wasn't in the mood for an honest heart-to-heart about her problems right now, and only telling part of the truth was not going to help anything. Besides, she had been careful to regulate herself so that she wouldn't get so stressed she got sick. She could calm herself down, it just took a while. Though she had had a stomachache recently, it most likely came as a result from not eating (which the young medicine cat knew was bad, she was working on it) and she hadn't had to use any of the herbs on herself. Until newleaf and greenleaf, when new herbs would be more abundant, the medicine cat was determined to keep herself out of trouble. Just in case. "There's just... one thing I would like to know." With a swallow that burned her throat, and made her feel like she was going to cry, Caliapaw took a deep breath and continued.

"Were you there when, um... when Wheatfur... did you see him die?" Saying the words out loud had a harder blow then the she cat had thought. Carefully guarding her expression, she looked at Snowstar with the same expression she had when the leader had first entered the den - sort of blank, drained and tired, but with an amount of professionalism to it. Part of her wanted Snowstar to say no, the other part wanted her to say yes. Either way - she would win and lose.

[Random Melody]

Caliapaw's ears twitched foward as the young leader began talking, but they fell back to their original position when her sentence trailed off. Too bad - she had been curious about what was going on with WindClan. Lately, Caliapaw hadn't been up to... gossiping. She'd been fine with a pleasant conversation, but she wasn't up to date on the latest about the tensions, and she definitely wasn't up to date on the latest about her friends' lives. She'd barely spent time with her family lately, let alone her friends! Caliapaw's eyes softened as Snowstar continued, and she nodded like she understood. "Yes, Snowstar. I'll be careful not to stress myself out." I'm not stressing myself out, this job is stressing me out. She knew it was carefully worded so that she would avoid that type of thing.

Caliapaw wasn't in the mood for an honest heart-to-heart about her problems right now, and only telling part of the truth was not going to help anything. Besides, she had been careful to regulate herself so that she wouldn't get so stressed she got sick. She could calm herself down, it just took a while. Though she had had a stomachache recently, it most likely came as a result from not eating (which the young medicine cat knew was bad, she was working on it) and she hadn't had to use any of the herbs on herself. Until newleaf and greenleaf, when new herbs would be more abundant, the medicine cat was determined to keep herself out of trouble. Just in case. "There's just... one thing I would like to know." With a swallow that burned her throat, and made her feel like she was going to cry, Caliapaw took a deep breath and continued.

"Were you there when, um... when Wheatfur... did you see him die?" Saying the words out loud had a harder blow then the she cat had thought. Carefully guarding her expression, she looked at Snowstar with the same expression she had when the leader had first entered the den - sort of blank, drained and tired, but with an amount of professionalism to it. Part of her wanted Snowstar to say no, the other part wanted her to say yes. Either way - she would win and lose.

Snowstar nodded slightly as the young medicine cat spoke, gazing at her through soft ice blue eyes. After a moment of thinking, she spoke up again. "I know that this job can be stressful, kiddo. I mean, not from experience, but still, I know. And I want you to know, if there's anything you ever need, I'm always willing to help out however I can." She said solemnly, holding Caliapaw's gaze. While since she'd taken on her leadership duties she'd had to be a bit more serious than before, it was still quite rare to see her this serious. Still, she meant what she said - She'd help out the young medicine cat in any way she could. Caliapaw was just so young for such pressure, such weight on her shoulders. Perhaps Snowstar could help to lift some of that weight. Even just a little.

She fell silent now, watching the young cat. So young and supposed to be full of life, but Caliapaw just looked tired and guarded. Snowstar didn't like it. She didn't like it at all. It sent pain through her heart, chest tightening up. Because Caliapaw wasn't supposed to be worrying about her Clanmates like this. Wasn't supposed to have this kind of pressure on her. She was just so young. She wasn't supposed to know this kind of responsibility, wasn't supposed to have to have it all shoved at her like this. Shouldn't have that look in her eyes, a look too mature for a young cat. This wasn't what the apprentice had signed up for, was it? Wheatfur was supposed to be training her, supposed to be teaching her, and they were supposed to be sharing the responsibility until Caliapaw was ready to take it on by herself. But Wheatfur was dead. Dead thanks to that stupid gathering battle. To those stupid Dusk Syndicate cats. Snowstar felt an unexpected rush of hatred that shocked her to the core, but not enough to stop the feeling. Hatred for those cats that had taken away so much from her Clan. Those cats that had killed her medicine cat. Those cats that had, by doing so, thrown an unsuspecting young cat into a position where she pretty much had the weight of the whole Clan on her shoulders. And it wasn't fair, was it? Yeah, Snowstar absolutely hated those rotten cats and she'd never hated anything or anyone in her life. Not even WindClan. But she hated this, hated that Caliapaw was stressing over something she most certainly should not have to be stressing about. Hated the cats responsible for taking away the young medicine cat's mentor.

The Siamese took in a deep breath and paused when she heard Caliapaw speak up again. She nodded for the young medicine cat to go on, and ask her question, and she visibly froze when Caliapaw finally got it out. When Wheatfur... Did you see him die? The words stunned her for a long moment, and she thought back to the battle. The screams and yowls of the cats around, the blood... "No." She finally managed to reply, her voice quieter than before. "No, I didn't." She hadn't known Wheatfur was dead until after the battle had ended, after everything had calmed down a bit. Thinking about it now, the hatred for the former Syndicate cats turned into pain and grief for the loss of the medicine cat.

[Queenie]

NightWarrior4Life

Leafstorm padded into the clearing he was kind of drained from the afternoon. The prey he had caught hung from his maw limp and dead, ready to be eaten by the clan. Pride swelled in heart as he stared around the camp even though he was often cold towards the members he still felt a sense of protectiveness over the clan. He looked behind him glad Crimsonflame had showed some submissiveness and let him lead her home. Although he wasn't quite sure why she wanted to stay with him any longer than their interactions in the forests. He wondered intently as he stared at her why she had showed him so much kindness when he had showed her zero.

[NightWarrior4Life]

NightWarrior4Life

Leafstorm padded into the clearing he was kind of drained from the afternoon. The prey he had caught hung from his maw limp and dead, ready to be eaten by the clan. Pride swelled in heart as he stared around the camp even though he was often cold towards the members he still felt a sense of protectiveness over the clan. He looked behind him glad Crimsonflame had showed some submissiveness and let him lead her home. Although he wasn't quite sure why she wanted to stay with him any longer than their interactions in the forests. He wondered intently as he stared at her why she had showed him so much kindness when he had showed her zero.
CrimsonFlame trotted into camp behind Leafstorm, dropping her prey on the pile after him too. Then she stopped and tried to start a conversation. "So, umm...LeafStorm," She swallowed then continued "What do you want to do now? What do you like to do in your spare time when you're not hunting or..." The she-cat tried to give him some control, whilst trying to show she could have control too. Great StarClan, what am I doing? He's the Tom...he's probably bigger and stronger than me...but I can't let myself leave just yet...there's a sadness, a loneliness inside Leafstorm...I won't give up. I want to show him happiness, kindness. It's clear to see he wants to lead, be dominant...but at the same time...isn't sure how to...he needs someone to listen to him...he's cold to other cats and likes things to be his way.

[Queenie]

CrimsonFlame trotted into camp behind Leafstorm, dropping her prey on the pile after him too. Then she stopped and tried to start a conversation. "So, umm...LeafStorm," She swallowed then continued "What do you want to do now? What do you like to do in your spare time when you're not hunting or..." The she-cat tried to give him some control, whilst trying to show she could have control too. Great StarClan, what am I doing? He's the Tom...he's probably bigger and stronger than me...but I can't let myself leave just yet...there's a sadness, a loneliness inside Leafstorm...I won't give up. I want to show him happiness, kindness. It's clear to see he wants to lead, be dominant...but at the same time...isn't sure how to...he needs someone to listen to him...he's cold to other cats and likes things to be his way.

Leafstorm sniffed, despite his previous thoughts he still had no intention of showing this she-cat any kindness whatsoever. The tom was slightly annoyed by her eagerness to stay with him. Leisure time? Leafstorm didn't really know what he did with his spare time. Most of it was dedicated to hunting or training his apprentice. If he had extra time he'd usually lay alone on the warriors den with his thoughts, which he often tried to stay away from because his thoughts scared him a lot. But now faced with Crimsonflame and her eager eyes, Leafstorm felt that wasn't the best option. He appreciated the thought, but the warrior really didn't know how he would every do anything with another cat. "Excuse me?" Leafstorm mewed, taken aback.

[NightWarrior4Life]

Leafstorm sniffed, despite his previous thoughts he still had no intention of showing this she-cat any kindness whatsoever. The tom was slightly annoyed by her eagerness to stay with him. Leisure time? Leafstorm didn't really know what he did with his spare time. Most of it was dedicated to hunting or training his apprentice. If he had extra time he'd usually lay alone on the warriors den with his thoughts, which he often tried to stay away from because his thoughts scared him a lot. But now faced with Crimsonflame and her eager eyes, Leafstorm felt that wasn't the best option. He appreciated the thought, but the warrior really didn't know how he would every do anything with another cat. "Excuse me?" Leafstorm mewed, taken aback.
"well...I want to spend more time with you, if you haven't already noticed." she mewed, hesitantly. "Perhaps a border patrol then? If your spare Time is really dedicated to helping Thunderclan?" CrimsonFlame mocked, but was also sort of serious too.

[lone]

Snowstar nodded slightly as the young medicine cat spoke, gazing at her through soft ice blue eyes. After a moment of thinking, she spoke up again. "I know that this job can be stressful, kiddo. I mean, not from experience, but still, I know. And I want you to know, if there's anything you ever need, I'm always willing to help out however I can." She said solemnly, holding Caliapaw's gaze. While since she'd taken on her leadership duties she'd had to be a bit more serious than before, it was still quite rare to see her this serious. Still, she meant what she said - She'd help out the young medicine cat in any way she could. Caliapaw was just so young for such pressure, such weight on her shoulders. Perhaps Snowstar could help to lift some of that weight. Even just a little.

She fell silent now, watching the young cat. So young and supposed to be full of life, but Caliapaw just looked tired and guarded. Snowstar didn't like it. She didn't like it at all. It sent pain through her heart, chest tightening up. Because Caliapaw wasn't supposed to be worrying about her Clanmates like this. Wasn't supposed to have this kind of pressure on her. She was just so young. She wasn't supposed to know this kind of responsibility, wasn't supposed to have to have it all shoved at her like this. Shouldn't have that look in her eyes, a look too mature for a young cat. This wasn't what the apprentice had signed up for, was it? Wheatfur was supposed to be training her, supposed to be teaching her, and they were supposed to be sharing the responsibility until Caliapaw was ready to take it on by herself. But Wheatfur was dead. Dead thanks to that stupid gathering battle. To those stupid Dusk Syndicate cats. Snowstar felt an unexpected rush of hatred that shocked her to the core, but not enough to stop the feeling. Hatred for those cats that had taken away so much from her Clan. Those cats that had killed her medicine cat. Those cats that had, by doing so, thrown an unsuspecting young cat into a position where she pretty much had the weight of the whole Clan on her shoulders. And it wasn't fair, was it? Yeah, Snowstar absolutely hated those rotten cats and she'd never hated anything or anyone in her life. Not even WindClan. But she hated this, hated that Caliapaw was stressing over something she most certainly should not have to be stressing about. Hated the cats responsible for taking away the young medicine cat's mentor.

The Siamese took in a deep breath and paused when she heard Caliapaw speak up again. She nodded for the young medicine cat to go on, and ask her question, and she visibly froze when Caliapaw finally got it out. When Wheatfur... Did you see him die? The words stunned her for a long moment, and she thought back to the battle. The screams and yowls of the cats around, the blood... "No." She finally managed to reply, her voice quieter than before. "No, I didn't." She hadn't known Wheatfur was dead until after the battle had ended, after everything had calmed down a bit. Thinking about it now, the hatred for the former Syndicate cats turned into pain and grief for the loss of the medicine cat.


"Thank you." Some of Caliapaw's friends and family had offered the same thing, to help out when they could, but the apprentice couldn't really see how. Sure, they might be able to bring her some prey or go with her to collect herbs, but they couldn't really see the daily ins and outs of the job. They couldn't know what it was like to have their hearts racing, fear radiating through their body and them desperately trying to calm it as they tried to save a life. They couldn't know what it was like to lose that life because they weren't good enough. This time, not even tears of vexation stung Caliapaw's eyes. There was just a look of emptiness, a dead look that mirrored exactly how she was feeling at the moment. Thinking of her lost patient only made things worse.

"There... is one favor I would like to ask of you. I have a couple of close friends who... knew Wheatfur. They're both apprentices around my age. I wanted to ask you if it would be alright for us to go somewhere beyond the borders of the Clan and just talk about Wheat-" Caliapaw stopped. What was she thinking? She couldn't leave the Clan, that was madness! What if something came up? What if she failed again because this time, she was too late? No. That was a risk Caliapaw wasn't willing to take. There wasn't time for her to take a real break, outside of the Clan... even though she wanted to explain why, she wasn't quite sure how to word it. Maybe it was just that she needed to feel like she was beyond the boundaries of her current job. Like she was normal again. Had she been just a normal apprentice, maybe Snowstar would have been okay with it.

"On second thought, nevermind. We can do it somewhere in the territory." The she cat forced a smile, but it fell the second she stopped forcing it. Snowstar's next words gave her a rush of something that felt a lot like fear, and frustration. She hadn't seen Wheatfur die. The next thing Caliapaw felt was relief, but that was hidden beneath her frustration. She wanted to know what had happened, if only she had been there, maybe she could have saved him... if only she had been smarter, better, she could have saved the tom who had been taken. "I see." Those were the only words she spoke before she turned back and started furiously staring at the herbs that were neatly sorted. She wanted to scream. She wanted to blame StarClan for this, but how was it their fault? They had taken Wheatfur because it was his time.

She wanted to blame him, for fighting - a medicine cat wasn't supposed to fight! She wanted to blame any warriors who had been there, because why hadn't they stepped in to save him? Had they even cared, had they even seen, had the cat just given Wheatfur a single blow and he was dead? No. Her mentor was too strong for that. Something had to have happened, and if only Caliapaw knew what, she would be more content. She was the angriest with the Dusk Syndicate cats, though. She couldn't find it in her to hate - she didn't have enough strength or emotion for that right now, but as soon as she could gather it, there was no doubt she would have a large amount of hate for the cats who had taken her mentor from her. Right now, it felt like they had taken everything. She was alone in this.... and she would be for quite some time.

[Random Melody]

"Thank you." Some of Caliapaw's friends and family had offered the same thing, to help out when they could, but the apprentice couldn't really see how. Sure, they might be able to bring her some prey or go with her to collect herbs, but they couldn't really see the daily ins and outs of the job. They couldn't know what it was like to have their hearts racing, fear radiating through their body and them desperately trying to calm it as they tried to save a life. They couldn't know what it was like to lose that life because they weren't good enough. This time, not even tears of vexation stung Caliapaw's eyes. There was just a look of emptiness, a dead look that mirrored exactly how she was feeling at the moment. Thinking of her lost patient only made things worse.

"There... is one favor I would like to ask of you. I have a couple of close friends who... knew Wheatfur. They're both apprentices around my age. I wanted to ask you if it would be alright for us to go somewhere beyond the borders of the Clan and just talk about Wheat-" Caliapaw stopped. What was she thinking? She couldn't leave the Clan, that was madness! What if something came up? What if she failed again because this time, she was too late? No. That was a risk Caliapaw wasn't willing to take. There wasn't time for her to take a real break, outside of the Clan... even though she wanted to explain why, she wasn't quite sure how to word it. Maybe it was just that she needed to feel like she was beyond the boundaries of her current job. Like she was normal again. Had she been just a normal apprentice, maybe Snowstar would have been okay with it.

"On second thought, nevermind. We can do it somewhere in the territory." The she cat forced a smile, but it fell the second she stopped forcing it. Snowstar's next words gave her a rush of something that felt a lot like fear, and frustration. She hadn't seen Wheatfur die. The next thing Caliapaw felt was relief, but that was hidden beneath her frustration. She wanted to know what had happened, if only she had been there, maybe she could have saved him... if only she had been smarter, better, she could have saved the tom who had been taken. "I see." Those were the only words she spoke before she turned back and started furiously staring at the herbs that were neatly sorted. She wanted to scream. She wanted to blame StarClan for this, but how was it their fault? They had taken Wheatfur because it was his time.

She wanted to blame him, for fighting - a medicine cat wasn't supposed to fight! She wanted to blame any warriors who had been there, because why hadn't they stepped in to save him? Had they even cared, had they even seen, had the cat just given Wheatfur a single blow and he was dead? No. Her mentor was too strong for that. Something had to have happened, and if only Caliapaw knew what, she would be more content. She was the angriest with the Dusk Syndicate cats, though. She couldn't find it in her to hate - she didn't have enough strength or emotion for that right now, but as soon as she could gather it, there was no doubt she would have a large amount of hate for the cats who had taken her mentor from her. Right now, it felt like they had taken everything. She was alone in this.... and she would be for quite some time.

Snowstar nodded slightly at the young medicine cat's words, watching her expression carefully. Caliapaw's gaze was just blank and dull. No, not dull, dead. And Snowstar hated it, hated the Dusk Syndicate cats, hated, hated. Snowstar's tail twitched, and her gaze darted down to her paws, unable to look at Caliapaw much longer. Because she knew the young medicine cat was hurting but she had absolutely no idea how to help her. She could offer to collect herbs or whatever but the truth was she couldn't help the way Caliapaw needed to be helped. She could try to come around, try to cheer her up, but that was it. For the first time in a long time Snowstar felt completely useless. The Siamese frowned to herself, ice blue eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at her paws. Yeah, she hated this. Everyone was mourning Wheatfur's death but nobody had it as rough as Caliapaw did, Snowstar could bet on that. And the young medicine cat didn't deserve that, didn't deserve that at all. She was just so young.

Snowstar looked up when Caliapaw started to speak, asking for a favor, and Snowstar gave one short nod for her to go on, tilting her head, blue eyes sparkling with concern. But then the young medicine cat's sentence cut off abruptly, and Snowstar paused to think about that. Beyond the borders of the Clan.... Snowstar instantly didn't like that idea. Didn't like the idea of Caliapaw venturing far away, where she could possibly get into danger. Those Syndicate cats had ran off in all different directions - What if one of them found the young medicine cat, and the friends Caliapaw spoke of? Snowstar definitely didn't like that. She was glad when Caliapaw decided to do it somewhere in the territory instead, and gave a soft nod. "Alright, Caliapaw," She murmured, gazing at the young medicine cat with a small frown.

Snowstar watched Caliapaw's smile drop almost as quickly as it came. She couldn't tell whether the young cat was relieved or upset about this, but she figured it was a mixture of both. When Caliapaw turned away, Snowstar went silent for a long time before speaking. "I'm sorry." She finally murmured. But she knew being sorry wouldn't be enough. She wanted to be able to help Caliapaw, but she didn't know how. She'd just start with... Trying to be around for her. "You didn't deserve to be pushed into a life like this so quickly, to have this many responsibilities, to have this kind of weight on your shoulders.."

And as she spoke, she felt another rush of hatred and rage for those Dusk Syndicate cats, and it honestly scared her. She'd never felt it before... But how did she know it was hatred? It could have been something else... No, she was pretty sure it was hatred. The Siamese shook her head slightly and continued speaking. "And I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but eventually, it'll get a little better. And you're not alone - I'm here, and Passionblaze is here. And I know we're not medicine cats," She added carefully, lifting her ice blue gaze to look at the young medicine cat again. "But we still understand what it feels like to have that kind of pressure on you. So if you ever need to.. To just talk about something, or just need anything, whatever it is, please, don't hesitate to come to one of us." There, she'd gotten that out. It wasn't enough, she knew it wasn't enough right now, but maybe eventually, it would be. She just wanted Caliapaw to know that she most certainly wasn't alone, that she did have someone she could go to who understood at least half of what she was going through. Still, it didn't stop that little voice in Snowstar's head that was screaming useless over and over again. But for now, she just kind of ignored it, focusing on the young medicine cat in front of her.

[wolfie]

Caliapaw entered the clearing, her fur groomed (semi-neatly) even though her expression seemed dull, and tired in comparison. She was exhausted. She hadn't eaten or slept much since losing her first patient, and she had just gotten over Wheatfur's death - so it was twice as hard for her. Spotting her brother lounging comfortably in the sun a little ways away, a half-mischievious gleam returned to the dead-looking eyes. Crouching down low, and trying to remember her warrior training, Caliapaw crept towards Snowpaw, her eyes focused on nothing else but her brother. As far as she could tell, he hadn't noticed her yet. She was coming from an angle that would make it harder to see her. Honestly, she needed this entertainment - it'd been a while since she'd really laughed and, if she timed this right, this would be just the thing to make her laugh. Her crouch wasn't anywhere near perfect - she'd only had about a moon of warrior training before Wheatfur had asked her to be his apprentice. But, it was close enough for her to spring through the air, aiming to land on top of Snowpaw. Her brother's quiet afternoon was about to be disrupted - and yes, Caliapaw felt this was the best way to stay out of the spotlight. By acting just like any other apprentice. Maybe she wouldn't stand out as much out here, despite the scent of herbs and - currently - the lightest scent of blood that she carried around with her everywhere she went. Snowpaw would be surprised to see her. She was pretty sure he thought she never got a break... of course, that wasn't necessarily true. Right now she did have a break. And she was spending it with a family member. One who she was hoping could draw her out of her current mental state.

Snowpaw could feels something land on his back, his eyes fluttered open. The lingering scent gave him a hint, herbs! "Caliapaw!" He guessed, his smile widened. He had miss his sister, he twisted his head to look at her. He could guessed he may have said her name too loud, however Snowpaw didn't seem to mind much. "You surprised me. Defiantly , I thought you were a Windclan trying to attack me. Luckily for me, you aren't." He chuckled. From the sudden movement, a leaf had landed on Snowpaw's head. He didn't seem to notice it yet, as a spider crept down. Aiming for his nose to leap on, "You crushing me." He chuckled but once the spider landed on his nose. The apprentice yowled in surprise, he froze in pure terror. With Caliapaw on his back, and a spider on his nose. "Ca-aliapaw, som-mthing on m-my nose." He was able to say, his eyes trying to stare at his nose. He didn't dare move a inch, unlike most cats he would have preferred to stay away from spiders and worms. . Is it poisonous? Are spiders poisonous? Can they be? Wait, Caliapaw can save me if it is. I think. Snowpaw thought, blinking twice.

[lone]

Snowstar nodded slightly at the young medicine cat's words, watching her expression carefully. Caliapaw's gaze was just blank and dull. No, not dull, dead. And Snowstar hated it, hated the Dusk Syndicate cats, hated, hated. Snowstar's tail twitched, and her gaze darted down to her paws, unable to look at Caliapaw much longer. Because she knew the young medicine cat was hurting but she had absolutely no idea how to help her. She could offer to collect herbs or whatever but the truth was she couldn't help the way Caliapaw needed to be helped. She could try to come around, try to cheer her up, but that was it. For the first time in a long time Snowstar felt completely useless. The Siamese frowned to herself, ice blue eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at her paws. Yeah, she hated this. Everyone was mourning Wheatfur's death but nobody had it as rough as Caliapaw did, Snowstar could bet on that. And the young medicine cat didn't deserve that, didn't deserve that at all. She was just so young.

Snowstar looked up when Caliapaw started to speak, asking for a favor, and Snowstar gave one short nod for her to go on, tilting her head, blue eyes sparkling with concern. But then the young medicine cat's sentence cut off abruptly, and Snowstar paused to think about that. Beyond the borders of the Clan.... Snowstar instantly didn't like that idea. Didn't like the idea of Caliapaw venturing far away, where she could possibly get into danger. Those Syndicate cats had ran off in all different directions - What if one of them found the young medicine cat, and the friends Caliapaw spoke of? Snowstar definitely didn't like that. She was glad when Caliapaw decided to do it somewhere in the territory instead, and gave a soft nod. "Alright, Caliapaw," She murmured, gazing at the young medicine cat with a small frown.

Snowstar watched Caliapaw's smile drop almost as quickly as it came. She couldn't tell whether the young cat was relieved or upset about this, but she figured it was a mixture of both. When Caliapaw turned away, Snowstar went silent for a long time before speaking. "I'm sorry." She finally murmured. But she knew being sorry wouldn't be enough. She wanted to be able to help Caliapaw, but she didn't know how. She'd just start with... Trying to be around for her. "You didn't deserve to be pushed into a life like this so quickly, to have this many responsibilities, to have this kind of weight on your shoulders.."

And as she spoke, she felt another rush of hatred and rage for those Dusk Syndicate cats, and it honestly scared her. She'd never felt it before... But how did she know it was hatred? It could have been something else... No, she was pretty sure it was hatred. The Siamese shook her head slightly and continued speaking. "And I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but eventually, it'll get a little better. And you're not alone - I'm here, and Passionblaze is here. And I know we're not medicine cats," She added carefully, lifting her ice blue gaze to look at the young medicine cat again. "But we still understand what it feels like to have that kind of pressure on you. So if you ever need to.. To just talk about something, or just need anything, whatever it is, please, don't hesitate to come to one of us." There, she'd gotten that out. It wasn't enough, she knew it wasn't enough right now, but maybe eventually, it would be. She just wanted Caliapaw to know that she most certainly wasn't alone, that she did have someone she could go to who understood at least half of what she was going through. Still, it didn't stop that little voice in Snowstar's head that was screaming useless over and over again. But for now, she just kind of ignored it, focusing on the young medicine cat in front of her.


Caliapaw didn't like the look of concern that showed in Snowstar's eyes. She was certain the young leader had enough to think about right now - she definitely didn't need to worry about the medicine cat. Some stress might be natural, it would be okay - she was just stepping into this position. Eventually when she got used to the daily ins and outs of the job, she would be alright. "Thank you." She mewed again, lowering her head in a sign of respect. Snowstar seemed like an easy cat to talk to. If only Caliapaw felt like she could release her problems to the she cat, and let her help, but she didn't know how. It was hard for the medicine cat to trust. She didn't have a close bond with her own mother, so her bonds with other she cats - especially warriors around her mother's age - could be iffy. She trusted her siblings - and she trusted Everpaw, Starpaw, and Alabasterpaw of course, without a doubt... but even they didn't know all of her dark secrets and her worries.

She would confide in them when she felt like she could. But she really didn't want to bother them with her own personal life and personal problems. They were apprentices, they had training and other things to do - though when she could, Caliapaw would still spend time with them. It was easier to trust a she cat around her age then one who was older then her. Snowstar's apology surprised her. She honestly hadn't been expecting it, and that surprise shone through in her eyes. But, the surprise faded as the she cat continued. "It's alright. I knew what I was getting into before I started this, and I knew there were going to be problems. I just didn't expect I'd have to face them so quickly..." Her voice trailed off and shoulders sagged a little. Her tail drooped. The deadness in her eyes earlier returned, showing clearer now, and she looked like she could have used a break from - well - life, to be honest.

If only she had that opportunity. To just make time stop, and calm down some so that she could get a new grip on it in the "morning." If only she were a warrior, with the opportunity to go somewhere else where the daily turmoil of the Clans would fade into the background and she would be just another loner, wandering. The medicine cat straightened up at Snowstar's offer, and looked her directly in the eye. She tried her best to look like she knew what she was doing. Like she had some level of confidence. Except she was failing, because Caliapaw knew that she wasn't confident. She knew that she didn't know what she was doing a lot of the time. And she definitely knew that she wouldn't be able to go to the cats she didn't know very well. Right now, it was hard for her to go to even her closest friends. That was why she'd wanted to go out beyond the borders with Starpaw and Alabasterpaw... they had both known Wheatfur, at least she knew for sure Alabasterpaw had, and they could share their memories of him.

Maybe talking about him would help the young feline to let go. And she knew that her friends needed to as well, Alabasterpaw especially was full of grief and it worried Caliapaw. She didn't want to have to treat her friend for something that could be potentially life-threatening - she didn't want to do that at all. Her eyes softened some and she sighed before she finally answered Snowstar, her tone still tired. "I appreciate the offer, Snowstar, but I - I don't think my problems should worry you. I'll be okay - I know to take care of myself. You should be careful, though - I know this thing with WindClan can't be easy. You need to make sure you're taking care of yourself. The Clan needs its leader right now." And its medicine cat. More then ever, especially since I get the feeling we've got an upcoming war on our paws. But Caliapaw knew the Clan needed a medicine cat who knew what they were doing. Who was more confident in themselves. If only Wheatfur were still here, he would definitely know what to do.

He would make a much better medicine cat. Especially because she had no idea what probably half of the herbs in here were for. And she didn't know how to save lives. Ivypaw had needed her - Cedarflower had relied on her - and she'd let them both down. Even if they didn't blame her, that didn't change the fact that she'd let them down. "Promise me you'll be careful," The young medicine cat mewed firmly, her eyes glancing over Snowstar's pelt once more. Everything looked alright - she was, at the moment, trusting the leader to tell her if anything was wrong. If anything had happened. She was trusting her in a professional field, and if she got something wrong... things could go badly upside down for her and the rest of the Clan.

[Barnabas]

{Open}
Frostfeather moved around the Thunderclan clearing, her belly full of kits. She had been excepted into Thunderclan after living her life in Shadowclan, but after she found out she was expecting kits she decided to live in Thunderclan with her mate. Frostfeather sat by the nursery, keeping her eyes wary of every cat that moved or starred at her. I feel so awkward being in Thunderclan. In time time I'll learn to be trustful towards this clan. The queen looked around the camp for somebody to come over and talk to her.

[Shivers]

Shiverkit's blue orbs peered shyly out of her nest. The three moon old, gray, sphinx kitten was new to the nursery. She was intimidated to approach any of the other kits. She couldn't help feel insecure about her lack of fur. She never thought anything was odd about her lack of fur when she was in that horrible place with her family. All she knew were hairless cats. She stared at the other kittens who were fluffy balls of fur and couldn't help but want to be just like them.

[Barnabas]

Shiverkit's blue orbs peered shyly out of her nest. The three moon old, gray, sphinx kitten was new to the nursery. She was intimidated to approach any of the other kits. She couldn't help feel insecure about her lack of fur. She never thought anything was odd about her lack of fur when she was in that horrible place with her family. All she knew were hairless cats. She stared at the other kittens who were fluffy balls of fur and couldn't help but want to be just like them.

Summerkit walked into the nursery with a big giant leaf in her jaws that she had caught from one of the bushes inside the Thunderclan camp. The kit looked over at Shiverkit with a friendly smile. The ginger tabby kit made her way over to her, placing the leaf i front of her once she gof closer to the hairless kit. "Hello I'm Summerkit. What's your name?" greeted Summerkit with a friendly smile.

[Shivers]

Summerkit walked into the nursery with a big giant leaf in her jaws that she had caught from one of the bushes inside the Thunderclan camp. The kit looked over at Shiverkit with a friendly smile. The ginger tabby kit made her way over to her, placing the leaf i front of her once she gof closer to the hairless kit. "Hello I'm Summerkit. What's your name?" greeted Summerkit with a friendly smile.

Shiverkit's blue eyes widened when she made eye contact with the tabby she-kit. For a moment she felt a pang of envy when she saw her full coat of fur but she relaxed when the kit shot her a friendly smile. She returned her smile with one of her own as she stood up to stand at the edge of her nest to greet her denmate excited that someone finally noticed her, "I'm Shiverkit"
She mewed barely containing her excitement. She eyed the leaf Summerkit had just placed in front of her, "Where'd ya get that?" She mewed curiously hopping out of her nest.

[Barnabas]

Shiverkit's blue eyes widened when she made eye contact with the tabby she-kit. For a moment she felt a pang of envy when she saw her full coat of fur but she relaxed when the kit shot her a friendly smile. She returned her smile with one of her own as she stood up to stand at the edge of her nest to greet her denmate excited that someone finally noticed her, "I'm Shiverkit"
She mewed barely containing her excitement. She eyed the leaf Summerkit had just placed in front of her, "Where'd ya get that?" She mewed curiously hopping out of her nest.

Summerkit placed her paw on the leaf as the other kit jumped out if her nest. "I got it from the bush outside the nursery. It's the biggest one I could find." replied Summerkit, a bit taken back at Shiverkit being interested in her finding. The kit had spend almost a couple hours searching for the biggest leaf after she had wanted to go out of camp with her apprentice friend, but instead he gave her the task to find thie leaf. "One of my apprentice friends asked me to find it so I did." The kit meowed.

[Shivers]

Summerkit placed her paw on the leaf as the other kit jumped out if her nest. "I got it from the bush outside the nursery. It's the biggest one I could find." replied Summerkit, a bit taken back at Shiverkit being interested in her finding. The kit had spend almost a couple hours searching for the biggest leaf after she had wanted to go out of camp with her apprentice friend, but instead he gave her the task to find thie leaf. "One of my apprentice friends asked me to find it so I did." The kit meowed.

Shiverkit crouched down as close as possible to the leaf on the floor.
Her blue eyes widened when she realized that not too long ago she was the size of this leaf. She quickly stood up and exclaimed, "This is the size of some of the younger kits!" She said in excitement. She listens closely to Summerkit's story of why she had the leaf in the first place. SHiverkit was puzzled, "Why would you want to go into the territory it's scary out there..." She shivered remembering her own experience in the territory.

[Barnabas]

Shiverkit crouched down as close as possible to the leaf on the floor.
Her blue eyes widened when she realized that not too long ago she was the size of this leaf. She quickly stood up and exclaimed, "This is the size of some of the younger kits!" She said in excitement. She listens closely to Summerkit's story of why she had the leaf in the first place. SHiverkit was puzzled, "Why would you want to go into the territory it's scary out there..." She shivered remembering her own experience in the territory.

Summerkit starred at Shiverkit with a tilt of her head. "Why wouldn't I? Outside the camp is where the adventures are." replied Summerkit. The she-kit looked at Shiverkit a bit confused, but then remembered that the kit had been born outside. "What was it like when you were outside the clans? Were there any other cats?" The young molly asked.

[The_10th_Doctor]

Willowleaf padded around the clearing, his muscles rippling under his thick gray fur. His green eyes slowly scanned the clearing, looking for anything unusual. The only thing he could really notice were two young apprentices showing a few kits around the camp. He turned around and saw Silvermuzzle, his mother. He smiled faintly and trotted up to her. "Hello, Silvermuzzle." he purred before sitting down next to her.
Ennard

[Lunarfalls]

Winterkit woke up and sighed seeing some the other kits with family's why she was just some kit that was forgotten by her own family she sighed and just curled up in the corner of the nursery and felt unloved then went back to sleep her ear twitching in her sleep

[Random Melody]

Caliapaw didn't like the look of concern that showed in Snowstar's eyes. She was certain the young leader had enough to think about right now - she definitely didn't need to worry about the medicine cat. Some stress might be natural, it would be okay - she was just stepping into this position. Eventually when she got used to the daily ins and outs of the job, she would be alright. "Thank you." She mewed again, lowering her head in a sign of respect. Snowstar seemed like an easy cat to talk to. If only Caliapaw felt like she could release her problems to the she cat, and let her help, but she didn't know how. It was hard for the medicine cat to trust. She didn't have a close bond with her own mother, so her bonds with other she cats - especially warriors around her mother's age - could be iffy. She trusted her siblings - and she trusted Everpaw, Starpaw, and Alabasterpaw of course, without a doubt... but even they didn't know all of her dark secrets and her worries.

She would confide in them when she felt like she could. But she really didn't want to bother them with her own personal life and personal problems. They were apprentices, they had training and other things to do - though when she could, Caliapaw would still spend time with them. It was easier to trust a she cat around her age then one who was older then her. Snowstar's apology surprised her. She honestly hadn't been expecting it, and that surprise shone through in her eyes. But, the surprise faded as the she cat continued. "It's alright. I knew what I was getting into before I started this, and I knew there were going to be problems. I just didn't expect I'd have to face them so quickly..." Her voice trailed off and shoulders sagged a little. Her tail drooped. The deadness in her eyes earlier returned, showing clearer now, and she looked like she could have used a break from - well - life, to be honest.

If only she had that opportunity. To just make time stop, and calm down some so that she could get a new grip on it in the "morning." If only she were a warrior, with the opportunity to go somewhere else where the daily turmoil of the Clans would fade into the background and she would be just another loner, wandering. The medicine cat straightened up at Snowstar's offer, and looked her directly in the eye. She tried her best to look like she knew what she was doing. Like she had some level of confidence. Except she was failing, because Caliapaw knew that she wasn't confident. She knew that she didn't know what she was doing a lot of the time. And she definitely knew that she wouldn't be able to go to the cats she didn't know very well. Right now, it was hard for her to go to even her closest friends. That was why she'd wanted to go out beyond the borders with Starpaw and Alabasterpaw... they had both known Wheatfur, at least she knew for sure Alabasterpaw had, and they could share their memories of him.

Maybe talking about him would help the young feline to let go. And she knew that her friends needed to as well, Alabasterpaw especially was full of grief and it worried Caliapaw. She didn't want to have to treat her friend for something that could be potentially life-threatening - she didn't want to do that at all. Her eyes softened some and she sighed before she finally answered Snowstar, her tone still tired. "I appreciate the offer, Snowstar, but I - I don't think my problems should worry you. I'll be okay - I know to take care of myself. You should be careful, though - I know this thing with WindClan can't be easy. You need to make sure you're taking care of yourself. The Clan needs its leader right now." And its medicine cat. More then ever, especially since I get the feeling we've got an upcoming war on our paws. But Caliapaw knew the Clan needed a medicine cat who knew what they were doing. Who was more confident in themselves. If only Wheatfur were still here, he would definitely know what to do.

He would make a much better medicine cat. Especially because she had no idea what probably half of the herbs in here were for. And she didn't know how to save lives. Ivypaw had needed her - Cedarflower had relied on her - and she'd let them both down. Even if they didn't blame her, that didn't change the fact that she'd let them down. "Promise me you'll be careful," The young medicine cat mewed firmly, her eyes glancing over Snowstar's pelt once more. Everything looked alright - she was, at the moment, trusting the leader to tell her if anything was wrong. If anything had happened. She was trusting her in a professional field, and if she got something wrong... things could go badly upside down for her and the rest of the Clan.

Snowstar nodded slightly, gazing at the young medicine cat. She really hoped Caliapaw did have someone else she could talk to, open up to. She was sure she did. But she knew the young she-cat wasn't going to open up to her any time soon, she could see that clearly. And it was alright - Snowstar could wait. She was generally a very impatient cat but with things like this, she knew they took time and patience. And Snowstar could sit still and wait for something if she had to. And she'd wait for this. She'd wait for Caliapaw to become more comfortable, enough to open up to her. The Siamese gazed at the young medicine cat. The concern didn't leave her gaze, but now she looked a little more sure of herself and what she wanted to do. She wanted to stick around for this kid. She wanted to try and make a bond with her. She wanted to be someone Caliapaw could go talk to when she needed it. She wanted to be someone Caliapaw trusted.

Snowstar paused, letting the thoughts slip away as Caliapaw spoke. Her gaze softened even more, if that was even possible. Right now the she-cat had such a gentle, caring look in her ice blue eyes, anyone could clearly tell she cared for the young cat. "I know," She said softly. "And I am sorry you have to face them so quickly." She knew it wasn't her fault, it was the Dusk Syndicate's fault, but still. She was sorry. She couldn't help it, that's just how she was. Again, she hoped Caliapaw had somebody she could go to to talk to. Somebody she trusted. She was sure she did. She hoped she did. At least until Caliapaw trusted her enough to talk to her about this. Snowstar knew it wasn't good to keep this kind of stuff bottled up. It wasn't good to let your emotions keep building and building until it was just too much to hold in. She didn't want to see Caliapaw break. So for the young she-cats sake, she hoped with all her heart she didn't keep it all bottled up. That she had someone to talk to about it. Anyone.

Snowstar didn't like feeling so useless. She really didn't. It was awful, knowing she couldn't do much... But she could do something. She could be there and try to comfort her. Try to be there. Try to get her trust. Try to get her to talk about it. But that was it. Would that be enough? The Siamese sighed, gazing at the young medicine cat. Hopefully it would. Hopefully, eventually, Caliapaw would trust her enough to open up. And if not, hopefully she would open up to her friends, or family members, someone. Just something to release all that emotion. Caliapaw definitely needed that, Snowstar could tell. Keeping it all inside was never good. Hiding your emotions was never good. And such a young cat should definitely not feel like she had to do that, because she didn't. She really didn't. And she hoped, if it wasn't herself, someone would help Caliapaw to see that.

She paused, watching the young medicine cat's eyes soften, and nodded quietly when Caliapaw responded. "Yes, I know.... But still. My offer still stands. You can come talk to me about anything... I'm a good listener. Besides, you really shouldn't be keeping all of that emotion inside... You'll explode." She offered a small smile before continuing. "And the Clan also needs it's medicine cat. So don't explode. Please." While her tone was light, trying to joke, her ice blue eyes stayed serious and concerned, gazing at the young she-cat. Underneath the faintly joking tone, she was completely serious. Snowstar was usually good at trying to lighten the mood like this, but perhaps the concern was too strong right now. Besides, this wasn't really a time for joking around.

"I promise." Snowstar replied solemnly, gazing at the young medicine cat. She thought back to her losing a life, and frowned slightly. She knew she should tell the medicine cat, but was now a really good time? "I do... Have something else to tell you, but I don't know if this is the time. I don't think it's that important..." She said carefully, voicing her thoughts aloud. She wasn't going to keep this from the medicine cat if it was something Caliapaw needed to know, but she still wasn't sure if it was a good time to bring it up right now. Probably not. She didn't think it was too important anyway. Just one life lost, right? Still, it could be something Caliapaw needed to know as the medicine cat. But still.... Again, she knew this wasn't a good time for it. Or was it? Great, now the Siamese was confused.

[Barnabas]

Willowleaf padded around the clearing, his muscles rippling under his thick gray fur. His green eyes slowly scanned the clearing, looking for anything unusual. The only thing he could really notice were two young apprentices showing a few kits around the camp. He turned around and saw Silvermuzzle, his mother. He smiled faintly and trotted up to her. "Hello, Silvermuzzle." he purred before sitting down next to her.
Ennard

Silvermuzzle looked at her son with a light purr. The elder plaved her tail around her paws. "How have you been lately?" asked Silvermuzzle. The she-cat had been in the elders den with her friends when she had decided to finally go into camp.

[The_10th_Doctor]

Silvermuzzle looked at her son with a light purr. The elder plaved her tail around her paws. "How have you been lately?" asked Silvermuzzle. The she-cat had been in the elders den with her friends when she had decided to finally go into camp.


Willowleaf licked his paw. "Well, I've been doing just fine lately. I've been on patrol not stop for two days. Snowstar and Passionblaze have been keeping me busy. I think this is the first break I've had in a while. Anyways, how have you been? It's not every day that and elder such as yourself is able to leave the den." he let out a teasing purr and glanced at his mother, waiting for her reaction. He smiled widely.

[Barnabas]

Willowleaf licked his paw. "Well, I've been doing just fine lately. I've been on patrol not stop for two days. Snowstar and Passionblaze have been keeping me busy. I think this is the first break I've had in a while. Anyways, how have you been? It's not every day that and elder such as yourself is able to leave the den." he let out a teasing purr and glanced at his mother, waiting for her reaction. He smiled widely.

Silvermuzzle let out a roll of her eyes with a slight smile. "Well earlier today I went hunting with some youngsters. I taught them a bit of how I hunt and they thought it was pretty cool," meowed Silvermuzzle "Later on today Im going on a small hunting patrol with a dew different cats. You should come."

[The_10th_Doctor]

Silvermuzzle let out a roll of her eyes with a slight smile. "Well earlier today I went hunting with some youngsters. I taught them a bit of how I hunt and they thought it was pretty cool," meowed Silvermuzzle "Later on today Im going on a small hunting patrol with a dew different cats. You should come."


Willowleaf mrrowed in amusement. "I guess I could. But it depends on whether or not Passionblaze needs me for a patrol. And as for those young cats, they have their heads in the right place. Your hunting techniques are....unique. In the best way possible."

[Barnabas]

Winterkit woke up and sighed seeing some the other kits with family's why she was just some kit that was forgotten by her own family she sighed and just curled up in the corner of the nursery and felt unloved then went back to sleep her ear twitching in her sleep

Petalflower looked over at Winterkit with a bit of sorrow. The queen made her way over to him, laying down beside him. She curled up, trying to Winterkit warm. She looked around her to make sure nobody was watching her comfort the young kit, but she didn't really care if somebody saw her.

[Barnabas]

Willowleaf mrrowed in amusement. "I guess I could. But it depends on whether or not Passionblaze needs me for a patrol. And as for those young cats, they have their heads in the right place. Your hunting techniques are....unique. In the best way possible."

The elder let out a dip of her head towards ger son at his complement. "Yeah. Ive had many apprentices in my younger days. Im thinking about being a mentor one last time before I really settle in." meowed Silvermuzzle.

[The_10th_Doctor]

The elder let out a dip of her head towards ger son at his complement. "Yeah. Ive had many apprentices in my younger days. Im thinking about being a mentor one last time before I really settle in." meowed Silvermuzzle.


Willowleaf frowned slightly. "Can you still do that if you're an elder? I don't think you can, but it'd be nice if you could. If you can, you should mentor Wolfclaw and Moonshade's kit, Bramblekit. You know, that tiny gray-brown tabby she-kit. I think she has green eyes. You two would be a good match I think." he looked around as his name was called. He looked up and saw a smaller black tom with amber eyes padding towards him. "Hello Ravenpaw."

"Willowleaf, I wanted to talk to you about my training." the young tom lifted his paw slightly.

Willowleaf held his paw up. "We can talk later. I'm talking with Silvermuzzle at the moment. While you're waiting for me, you can go get the elders some food. If you wish, you can ask them for a story if I'm not done."

Ravenpaw nodded and trotted away.

"Sorry about that." he meowed to his mother.

[Barnabas]

Willowleaf frowned slightly. "Can you still do that if you're an elder? I don't think you can, but it'd be nice if you could. If you can, you should mentor Wolfclaw and Moonshade's kit, Bramblekit. You know, that tiny gray-brown tabby she-kit. I think she has green eyes. You two would be a good match I think." he looked around as his name was called. He looked up and saw a smaller black tom with amber eyes padding towards him. "Hello Ravenpaw."

"Willowleaf, I wanted to talk to you about my training." the young tom lifted his paw slightly.

Willowleaf held his paw up. "We can talk later. I'm talking with Silvermuzzle at the moment. While you're waiting for me, you can go get the elders some food. If you wish, you can ask them for a story if I'm not done."

Ravenpaw nodded and trotted away.

"Sorry about that." he meowed to his mother.

Silvermuzzle looked at Willowleaf with a nod. "Yeah it's not allowed, but I could only wish, but I wouldn't mind meeting this Bramblekit." replied Sulvermuzzle with a small smile. The elder let out a purr, licking her son between the ears.

[Shivers]

Summerkit starred at Shiverkit with a tilt of her head. "Why wouldn't I? Outside the camp is where the adventures are." replied Summerkit. The she-kit looked at Shiverkit a bit confused, but then remembered that the kit had been born outside. "What was it like when you were outside the clans? Were there any other cats?" The young molly asked.

Adventures? Shiverkit never thought about the outside world in that way... All she could think about is the cold, the hunger, the aching paws, and worst of all the roaring monster that caused the death of her mother. She shivered again trying to shake the horrible image away. However then Summerkit brought up her experience outside of camp and she shivered again, "Scary..." She muttered, "It was just me and my mother... Well until she got killed by a monster..." She muttered in a low voice. She then tried to shake the negative emotions away, "I'm sure it'll be fine once we've trained up a bit then we can have many adventures and we'll be prepared for whatever gets thrown our way." She said mostly attempting to convince herself that this was true. She didn't want to seem weak.

[The_10th_Doctor]

Silvermuzzle looked at Willowleaf with a nod. "Yeah it's not allowed, but I could only wish, but I wouldn't mind meeting this Bramblekit." replied Sulvermuzzle with a small smile. The elder let out a purr, licking her son between the ears.


"Yeah, I've grown quite acquainted with the young kit. She usually follows me around camp most days, pestering me with questions. But I don't really mind. Oh look, here she is now." he looked at the tiny kit as she ran up to him.

Bramblekit had soft gray-brown fur that was more gray than brown and bright leaf-green eyes. She was undersized to the point where it was a surprise she was even alive. Her eyes were huge, like an owl's, and her paws were tiny. "Hi Willowleaf! Hi Silvermuzzle!" she sat down in front of the two cats.

"Hello, Bramblekit. We were just talking about how Silvermuzzle would've liked to meet you." he smiled at the kit and turned to Silvermuzzle. "This is the young kit I was just talking about."

[Barnabas]

Adventures? Shiverkit never thought about the outside world in that way... All she could think about is the cold, the hunger, the aching paws, and worst of all the roaring monster that caused the death of her mother. She shivered again trying to shake the horrible image away. However then Summerkit brought up her experience outside of camp and she shivered again, "Scary..." She muttered, "It was just me and my mother... Well until she got killed by a monster..." She muttered in a low voice. She then tried to shake the negative emotions away, "I'm sure it'll be fine once we've trained up a bit then we can have many adventures and we'll be prepared for whatever gets thrown our way." She said mostly attempting to convince herself that this was true. She didn't want to seem weak.

Summerkit dipped her head with a smile. "Yeah. When we're apprentices we can go on patrols and hunt together." meowed Summerkit in excitement. The kit gave Shiverkit a playfull bump to the shoulder. "I can take you outside the territory when we're older. We could just go for a small walk then come back, but only when we're apprentices." meowed Summerkit. Summerkit was the kit that would never break the warrior code. There was no need for her outside the camp quiet yet.

[Barnabas]

"Yeah, I've grown quite acquainted with the young kit. She usually follows me around camp most days, pestering me with questions. But I don't really mind. Oh look, here she is now." he looked at the tiny kit as she ran up to him.

Bramblekit had soft gray-brown fur that was more gray than brown and bright leaf-green eyes. She was undersized to the point where it was a surprise she was even alive. Her eyes were huge, like an owl's, and her paws were tiny. "Hi Willowleaf! Hi Silvermuzzle!" she sat down in front of the two cats.

"Hello, Bramblekit. We were just talking about how Silvermuzzle would've liked to meet you." he smiled at the kit and turned to Silvermuzzle. "This is the young kit I was just talking about."

Silvermuzzle let out a purr as she watched the kit bound up to them."Hello. She's adorable." meowed Silvermuzzle with a loud purr towards the young kit. The elder bent her head down, pressing her nose to bramblekit's cheek.
"I heard good things about you." commented the older molly, her fur bristle to keep out the cold.

[The_10th_Doctor]

Silvermuzzle let out a purr as she watched the kit bound up to them."Hello. She's adorable." meowed Silvermuzzle with a loud purr towards the young kit. The elder bent her head down, pressing her nose to bramblekit's cheek.
"I heard good things about you." commented the older molly, her fur bristle to keep out the cold.


The young kit shuffled her paws and gave her chest an embarrassed lick. "Thanks, Silvermuzzle." she giggled lightly.

Willowleaf purred. "She doesn't like being complimented all too much. I don't know why. She's such a modest young kit, isn't she?" he nudged the tiny she-cat with his paw.

[Lunarfalls]

Petalflower looked over at Winterkit with a bit of sorrow. The queen made her way over to him, laying down beside him. She curled up, trying to Winterkit warm. She looked around her to make sure nobody was watching her comfort the young kit, but she didn't really care if somebody saw her.
Winterkit looked up at the queen and snuggled up to petalflower still a bit cold and she purred feeling cared for




Petalflower looked over at Winterkit with a bit of sorrow. The queen made her way over to him, laying down beside him. She curled up, trying to Winterkit warm. She looked around her to make sure nobody was watching her comfort the young kit, but she didn't really care if somebody saw her.
Winterkit woke up looking up at the queen then snuggled closer to her cause she got hit by cold wind then she purred she finally felt cared for




Petalflower looked over at Winterkit with a bit of sorrow. The queen made her way over to him, laying down beside him. She curled up, trying to Winterkit warm. She looked around her to make sure nobody was watching her comfort the young kit, but she didn't really care if somebody saw her.
Winterkit was woken by the sudden warmness and looked up at petalflower she shivered cause a cold wind hit her pelt then buried her self in the queens fur to keep warm then she started purring till she fell asleep again




Petalflower looked over at Winterkit with a bit of sorrow. The queen made her way over to him, laying down beside him. She curled up, trying to Winterkit warm. She looked around her to make sure nobody was watching her comfort the young kit, but she didn't really care if somebody saw her.
Winterkit woke up and looked at the queen then buried herself in the queens fur cause a cold wind drifted into the nursery she smiled then fell asleep puring




Petalflower looked over at Winterkit with a bit of sorrow. The queen made her way over to him, laying down beside him. She curled up, trying to Winterkit warm. She looked around her to make sure nobody was watching her comfort the young kit, but she didn't really care if somebody saw her.
Winterkit woke up her ear twitching seeing the queen curled up beside her keeping her warm she smiled then fell back asleep purring




Petalflower looked over at Winterkit with a bit of sorrow. The queen made her way over to him, laying down beside him. She curled up, trying to Winterkit warm. She looked around her to make sure nobody was watching her comfort the young kit, but she didn't really care if somebody saw her.
The kit started to purr in her sleep her ear twitching in her sleep then she rolled over and lay her head on the queens front leg




Petalflower looked over at Winterkit with a bit of sorrow. The queen made her way over to him, laying down beside him. She curled up, trying to Winterkit warm. She looked around her to make sure nobody was watching her comfort the young kit, but she didn't really care if somebody saw her.
Winterkit woke up and looked up at petalflower then she uncurled then rolled over so she was closer to petalflower so she can not be hit by the drift of cold breeze coming into the nursery

[Cosmo]

Lonestar23

Quietpaw was up to his normal game again. Stick to the shadows. Stay away from everyone. Join no games, be polite, try your hardest to not insult anyone, and stay away from everyone. Don't talk, just be yourself, stay under cover and no one would notice you. Stay with the crowd so you were hard to spot, stay near the nursery as kits were less annoying than apprentices in his eyes. Quietpaw was a apprentice with a big personality, but he didn't show it often. He was just Quiet, Quietpaw. It didn't help that he was fullblooded ShadowClan either. No one wanted to spend time with him, especially since his father was part of the infamous Fuzz Family. With a negligent mother, a father in another clan and siblings who were better at making friends he just wasn't exactly the social butterfly of the family. In fact he was quite the opposite. But that didn't mean that he didn't have a personality behind quiet. For example he noticed things that normal cats wouldn't because he watched conversations so often. He knew when a cat was lying, at least he thought he knew, but Quietpaw lived off what he thought. He believed it until proven wrong, but since he never will talked his opinions never really hurt anybody. He never wanted to hurt anybody, he was aware of his fathers ways and he refused to be anything like that. So though his opinions were different he kept quiet. Arguments were not his thing, fights were not something he needed to win they were something he needed to either conquer or ignore. Currently he was choosing ignore.

Quietpaw knew that with his way over average sized muscular structure, made him look like a nine moon old apprentice rather than a seven moon old one, also made him look like a strong cat who wouldn't mind a fight every now and then. And that was where his appearance failed his personality. Quietpaw was not meek and small, in fact physically he was a giant. Many thought that quiet met weak, but his quiet was a quiet cat with a lot of sass, anger and strength below his invisible social shield. He knew of what cats thought when they saw his appearance, they would probably back away of challenge him to a fight. That wasn't what Quietpaw wanted. Though he wanted a small amount of friends, friends who were quiet like him, he did not want no friends. If cats saw him as a big fierce guy, when would he ever find friends? That was one of the things he thought about frequently.

As he thought, Quietpaw felt himself getting closer and closer to the nursery.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Uh oh. The tom definitely didn't like the way those words had started, with a 'here's the thing,' but he stood his ground anyways, a defiant spark in his green eyes. "Ha! You?" The tom asked, with a snort. The words were normally meant offensively, but in his case, he was genuinely surprised she would suggest something like that. Didn't Mintberry dislike kits? Or, maybe not necessarily completely dislike, but she definitely didn't seem to like them very much. "Minty-boo, you wouldn't get anywhere NEAR an army of kits." Okay, so it was partly a gamble, but from what Ottertail could remember - she was not someone who liked kits. Ottertail himself was good with kits, and he liked them - he would love to have a family of his own one day. When he decided to settle down, that was. But, her threat against his pelt made his eyes go wide with horror and he scooted back about a tail-length from her. "You wouldn't," He mewed, curling his tail tightly around his body as though he were trying to protect his fluffy pelt. He figured Mintberry wouldn't dare do something like that, but there was no harm in being careful, right? Right.

The black and white she-cat huffed, puffing out her chest towards the tom. Of course she would! If she committed to it! "I'm full of surprises Ottertail! I'll do anything for revenge, don't test me," she smirked playfully towards the larger feline. Her tail waved high in the air, clearly showing she was being friendly about the whole thing. Now, what was she to say to his follow up question. Oh, she knew. "Oh, I would, fluff-butt" Mintberry took two 'menacing' steps towards him, her body lowering a little bit to make herself look threatening. "But," she paused, hoping back up to her paws, looking very friendly once again. "You haven't done anything too extreme for me to resort to that! You get to keep that fluffy pelt of yours for a little while longer!" she chirped, her pale green hues blinking towards him with kindness. Although her hues shined with mischief about the situation.

[Barnabas]

Winterkit looked up at the queen and snuggled up to petalflower still a bit cold and she purred feeling cared for

Winterkit woke up looking up at the queen then snuggled closer to her cause she got hit by cold wind then she purred she finally felt cared for

Winterkit was woken by the sudden warmness and looked up at petalflower she shivered cause a cold wind hit her pelt then buried her self in the queens fur to keep warm then she started purring till she fell asleep again

Winterkit woke up and looked at the queen then buried herself in the queens fur cause a cold wind drifted into the nursery she smiled then fell asleep puring

Winterkit woke up her ear twitching seeing the queen curled up beside her keeping her warm she smiled then fell back asleep purring

The kit started to purr in her sleep her ear twitching in her sleep then she rolled over and lay her head on the queens front leg

Winterkit woke up and looked up at petalflower then she uncurled then rolled over so she was closer to petalflower so she can not be hit by the drift of cold breeze coming into the nursery

Petalflower licked the kits head in a purr. The queen had lost her last surviving kit to a sickness and so she was in the nuresery with no family left. She knew how Winterkit felt, since she had been left to die outside the Thunderclan border. She was lucky enough to not have gotten killed by some kind of animal. "It's okay. Just rest young one." purred Petalflower.

[Barnabas]

The young kit shuffled her paws and gave her chest an embarrassed lick. "Thanks, Silvermuzzle." she giggled lightly.

Willowleaf purred. "She doesn't like being complimented all too much. I don't know why. She's such a modest young kit, isn't she?" he nudged the tiny she-cat with his paw.

Silvermuzzle let out a purr. "Then I guess I better quit it." teased the elder with a small chuckle. The molly gave her paw a lick before drawing it over her ear. Silvermuzzle starred down at the kit after a while. "So what do you like to do?" asked the molly.

[The_10th_Doctor]

Silvermuzzle let out a purr. "Then I guess I better quit it." teased the elder with a small chuckle. The molly gave her paw a lick before drawing it over her ear. Silvermuzzle starred down at the kit after a while. "So what do you like to do?" asked the molly.


Bramblekit smiled and took a deep breath before speaking. "I like to play with my brother, Weaslekit, I like to chase around Willowleaf, I like to talk to Shinefang sometimes, and I especially like to stare out of the camp." the young kit took a breath and shook her pelt.

"Well, you certainly have a lot of interests, huh?" Willowleaf purred.

( Ennard Just in case you didn't see it

[Lunarfalls]

Petalflower licked the kits head in a purr. The queen had lost her last surviving kit to a sickness and so she was in the nuresery with no family left. She knew how Winterkit felt, since she had been left to die outside the Thunderclan border. She was lucky enough to not have gotten killed by some kind of animal. "It's okay. Just rest young one." purred Petalflower.
[sorry about that it kept saying the post was deleted]
Winterkit purred sleeping peacefully for the first time in awile

[Lunarfalls]

Petalflower licked the kits head in a purr. The queen had lost her last surviving kit to a sickness and so she was in the nuresery with no family left. She knew how Winterkit felt, since she had been left to die outside the Thunderclan border. She was lucky enough to not have gotten killed by some kind of animal. "It's okay. Just rest young one." purred Petalflower.
Suneye walked into the nursery she wondered if petalflower was doing okay she did lose her last kit to sickness hey petalflower then she noticed her helping out the kit of that family that left the clan without her I see you are keeping the one kit warm that's really nice of you petalflower I heard Winterkits family left her behind when they left the clan also I came to see if your okay from losing your last kit I might not be a friend of yours but your a clanmate and I like to help a clanmate in need if I can she then she said under her breath though most clan mates don't care about me her one green eye shining in sadness

[Lunarfalls]

Suneye walked into the nursery she wondered if petalflower was doing okay she did lose her last kit to sickness hey petalflower then she noticed her helping out the kit of that family that left the clan without her I see you are keeping the one kit warm that's really nice of you petalflower I heard Winterkits family left her behind when they left the clan also I came to see if your okay from losing your last kit I might not be a friend of yours but your a clanmate and I like to help a clanmate in need if I can she then she said under her breath though most clan mates don't care about me her one green eye shining in sadnessWinterkit woke up and parted her tiny mouth in a yawn stretching her paws outward still purring she then looked at the shecat who was speaking to petalflower then looked at petalflower wondering who the shecat who was talking to petalflower was

[Barnabas]

(Rp with Redpaw and Boulderdust Okapi )

Boulderdust made his way out of the elders den, hurrying along to get to the fresh kill pile. The tom was hungry and hoping that he would be able to see Redpaw. The elder had grown rather fond of that apprentice even through all the cats grumpiness. Boulderdust took a sparrow out of the fresh kill pile. He took it and sat by the elders den to begin eating.

[lone]

Snowpaw could feels something land on his back, his eyes fluttered open. The lingering scent gave him a hint, herbs! "Caliapaw!" He guessed, his smile widened. He had miss his sister, he twisted his head to look at her. He could guessed he may have said her name too loud, however Snowpaw didn't seem to mind much. "You surprised me. Defiantly , I thought you were a Windclan trying to attack me. Luckily for me, you aren't." He chuckled. From the sudden movement, a leaf had landed on Snowpaw's head. He didn't seem to notice it yet, as a spider crept down. Aiming for his nose to leap on, "You crushing me." He chuckled but once the spider landed on his nose. The apprentice yowled in surprise, he froze in pure terror. With Caliapaw on his back, and a spider on his nose. "Ca-aliapaw, som-mthing on m-my nose." He was able to say, his eyes trying to stare at his nose. He didn't dare move a inch, unlike most cats he would have preferred to stay away from spiders and worms. . Is it poisonous? Are spiders poisonous? Can they be? Wait, Caliapaw can save me if it is. I think. Snowpaw thought, blinking twice.
The blonde and white feline flinched as he spoke her name a little too loudly. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching her now - one or two cats had turned their heads, but they looked away soon after. "Shh..." She ordered, her tail flicking worriedly as she glanced at them. She remained on top of Snowpaw, like she thought it would attract less attention that way - and sure enough, nobody else turned their heads or gave her weird looks. Maybe they were just going to treat her like another cat. Caliapaw had wanted to raise more awareness about how hard a medicine cat's job really was, but now she wasn't so sure. She was afraid that might put her more in the spotlight - which she most certainly did not want. "Good." She mewed teasingly before she hopped off of him. At his surprised yowl, Caliapaw half-jumped - her fur bristling with surprise. When he spoke, the she cat looked down at his nose with a huff - and saw the spider crawling there. It was harmless enough; just a small thing, one that honestly couldn't hurt Snowpaw. A sigh escaped her as lifted her tail to flick it away. "It's just a harmless spider," She mewed with a hint of annoyance and laughter in her voice, but she flicked it off of him anyways. "See? It's gone." She shook her head, settling down near Snowpaw and curling her tail neatly around her own paws as she did so.

[Mango]

(Rp with Redpaw and Boulderdust Okapi )

Boulderdust made his way out of the elders den, hurrying along to get to the fresh kill pile. The tom was hungry and hoping that he would be able to see Redpaw. The elder had grown rather fond of that apprentice even through all the cats grumpiness. Boulderdust took a sparrow out of the fresh kill pile. He took it and sat by the elders den to begin eating.
Redpaw stalked over to Boulderdust, he was tired from pretending to be tough and fierce, but he wasn’t. He enjoyed the cranky elder, Boulderdust. He approached Boulderdust,” ‘Ello.” He grunted One day, when I’m a warrior. I’ll reveal to the world who I really am.

[Barnabas]

Redpaw stalked over to Boulderdust, he was tired from pretending to be tough and fierce, but he wasn’t. He enjoyed the cranky elder, Boulderdust. He approached Boulderdust,” ‘Ello.” He grunted One day, when I’m a warrior. I’ll reveal to the world who I really am.

Boulderdust looked at the apprentice with a small smile. "Well hello youngster." meowed the elder. The tom gave out a wave of his tail, trying his best to hold in a purr. He knew whar this apprentice was like, but he didn't really care.

[oats]

"It doesn't matter how much you've given. You should keep giving. Your Clanmates take care of you, so you should take care of them." Every loyal cat in ThunderClan had always had their clanmates' backs. Amberflame remembered even from the time she was an apprentice, they had taken care of their clan members. Those who were disloyal, well... she didn't even want to think about them. They were nothing but some dirt on the ground, something that didn't deserve to be there.

A disloyal cat had no business in ThunderClan. Amberflame was well aware of those cats who decided to get involved in forbidden relationships, or who's loyalty lay with someone else so they would leave and go to that cat's Clan. How ridiculous! She was glad she would never do something so stupid. How absolutely ridiculous that you would choose love over your clan who had never wronged you? "Why in StarClan's name are you just sitting around here?" The feline asked with some amount of dislike. She was beginning to think this might be a waste of time. Would it be better if she did something else?

Maybe there was a full ThunderClan blooded cat somewhere, one who would be more willing to do a patrol or something else. Amberflame, in her own odd way, was semi-trying to get Milkweed to come. She constantly wanted every member of ThunderClan to be involved in something to benefit their Clan. And she was always angry when her plans changed - such as now. She didn't like Milkweed very much right now.

The feeling was more than mutual,
and Milkweed was more than ready to assure Amberflame of that fact. Snorting softly at her self-motivating spiel, the bicoloured molly shook her head. There was so much... wrong about what the molly was saying. It was idealistic, it was naïve, it was everything that mildly annoyed Milkweed.

But she supposed it couldn't be helped. Some cats were just stuck in her ways, and she wouldn't let whatever prejudiced monologue play out in Amberflame's head without some surprises. If her previous assumptions were anything to go off of, Amberflame was probably going off what little evidence she had to assume that Milkweed was not of full Thunderclan heratige,
and the molly had guessed correctly, but no matter. Letting out a slightly jarred huff, she gathered her limbs from the untidy sprawl that they were previously in and stood up, exaggerating the action as to express her hesitance.

"Are you happy, now?" An irritable rumble made itself known amongst the whistle of the winds, and Milkweed dragged her claws through the dirt.
"Now I'm up, don't you have any other patronizing monologues on how I can do anything if I try?"

It would be a bit of an overstatement to say that Milkweed was actually angry at this stuck-up she-cat, but really she just wanted to be... left alone. Allowed to settle. Maybe weave some feathers into her nest, if she was feeling a little spicy. But now she had to-- against her will, even-- make herself get up and deal with... that. With the resigned expression of someone spurred into working harder, she looked Amberflame up and down again, still shivering nonetheless.

[Mango]

Boulderdust looked at the apprentice with a small smile. "Well hello youngster." meowed the elder. The tom gave out a wave of his tail, trying his best to hold in a purr. He knew whar this apprentice was like, but he didn't really care.
Redpaw forced a straight face,” Greetings, Boulderdust.” He meowed If my mentor discovers the real me. I’ll be dead.

[Barnabas]

Redpaw forced a straight face,” Greetings, Boulderdust.” He meowed If my mentor discovers the real me. I’ll be dead.

Boulderdust knew that Redpaw was trying to keep a straight face and it didn't bother him none, since he had gooten used to the face he made."You remind me so much of myself. Ehen I was an apprentice I always took everything serious. I never smiled once. Well I was in Shadowclan at that time, but once I joibed Thunderclan I began to smile more." Boulderdust remarked.

[Mango]

Boulderdust knew that Redpaw was trying to keep a straight face and it didn't bother him none, since he had gooten used to the face he made."You remind me so much of myself. Ehen I was an apprentice I always took everything serious. I never smiled once. Well I was in Shadowclan at that time, but once I joibed Thunderclan I began to smile more." Boulderdust remarked.
He grunted,” I only am this way because otherwise my mentor will kill me.” He grumbled I might aswell be truthful.

[Barnabas]

He grunted,” I only am this way because otherwise my mentor will kill me.” He grumbled I might aswell be truthful.

Boulderdust's pelt began to bristle at the apprentice's response. "If they try, they'll have to answer to my claws." growled the elder. A frown he hadn't had since he was in shadowclan appeared on his face.

[Mango]

Boulderdust's pelt began to bristle at the apprentice's response. "If they try, they'll have to answer to my claws." growled the elder. A frown he hadn't had since he was in shadowclan appeared on his face.
He sighed,” Well...six moons isn’t too bad...” he shrugged not to dedicated to it.

[Barnabas]

He sighed,” Well...six moons isn’t too bad...” he shrugged not to dedicated to it.

Boulderdust let his fur lie flat after a while. The older tom took a bite out of the sparrow with a slighr nod of his head.

[Mango]

Boulderdust let his fur lie flat after a while. The older tom took a bite out of the sparrow with a slighr nod of his head.
He sighed,” It’s not too bad. Training is practicing battle moves on a rock. It isn’t too painful.” He meowed casually.

[Barnabas]

He sighed,” It’s not too bad. Training is practicing battle moves on a rock. It isn’t too painful.” He meowed casually.

Boulderdust swallowed the piece of prey, looking up at Redpaw afterwards. "Training was hard when I was an apprentice. I would always want to do battle trainning, but my mentor woupd always yell at me when ever I complained about not wanting to hunt." replied Boulderdust, taking another bite of his prey.

[Mango]

Boulderdust swallowed the piece of prey, looking up at Redpaw afterwards. "Training was hard when I was an apprentice. I would always want to do battle trainning, but my mentor woupd always yell at me when ever I complained about not wanting to hunt." replied Boulderdust, taking another bite of his prey.
Redpaw nodded,” True...I guess I shouldn’t be complaining about torn claws every day.” He meowed

[Barnabas]

Redpaw nodded,” True...I guess I shouldn’t be complaining about torn claws every day.” He meowed

Boulderdust looked at Redpaw after finishing his prey. "If I tell you something will you tell anyone?" asked the elder.

[Mango]

Boulderdust looked at Redpaw after finishing his prey. "If I tell you something will you tell anyone?" asked the elder.
Redpaw shook his head,” Nope.” He paused,” Unless I’m in a life or death situation and that information might save my life, that is.”

[Barnabas]

Redpaw shook his head,” Nope.” He paused,” Unless I’m in a life or death situation and that information might save my life, that is.”

Boulderdust dipped his head, believing redpaw. "Have you eber heard about the dark forest?" he asked.

[Mango]

Boulderdust dipped his head, believing redpaw. "Have you eber heard about the dark forest?" he asked.
Redpaw nodded,” Yeah. The kittail of evil cats like the kittail of Starclan.” He meowed as he had no belief in Starclan or the Dark Forest.

[Barnabas]

Redpaw nodded,” Yeah. The kittail of evil cats like the kittail of Starclan.” He meowed as he had no belief in Starclan or the Dark Forest.

Boulderdust thought about how to put this in his head. "I used to train there." whispered Boulderdust.

[Mango]

Boulderdust thought about how to put this in his head. "I used to train there." whispered Boulderdust.
Redpaw blinked,” I don’t exactly believe it because it’s fake. You might have thought you were evil or trained with other apprentices at night but not with dead cats. You die you vanish from existance.”

[Barnabas]

Redpaw blinked,” I don’t exactly believe it because it’s fake. You might have thought you were evil or trained with other apprentices at night but not with dead cats. You die you vanish from existance.”

"you don't have to be evil to go to the dark forest you know. They try to make you evil." he replied in a hushed voice.

[BTS.official.__]

(Anyone open to rp?)

Ravenfeather sat down in camp her deep blue eyes looked around the camp. Her ears perked up at the sound of other cats talking and sharing tounges. She shivered at the thought of sharing tounges, she wasn't the type to do that or to talk to anyone. She was an alone wolf, and she would always stay that way, or she would make sure she did. It wasn't that she didn't want to make friends, it was she was afraid of making some, after what happened in her old life. Ever since she joined Thunderclan she knew from that moment she would dedicate her life to her clan.



Aphrodite sat outside the Thunderclan nursery, her blue eyes traveled around the cats in the camp. It was different from where she came, she knew that from the start. Her eyes shifted away from her new clanmates and on her daughter Cleopatra who was playing with a leaf. She knew her she was safer in this clan then on her own. She just didn't know if this was a good idea, she felt like she would put danger on these cats.



Cleopatra purred as she played with a leaf, she rolled and jumped on it. Then she stopped and shifted her eyes away from the leaf and on her mother. She let out a purr. Her mother was always keeping an eye on her ever since she accidentally ran into one of the warriors in the camp.

[Mango]

"you don't have to be evil to go to the dark forest you know. They try to make you evil." he replied in a hushed voice.
Redpaw shrugged,” Whatever. It’s not real.” He meowed.

[Barnabas]

Redpaw shrugged,” Whatever. It’s not real.” He meowed.

Boulderdust looked at him with a nod. "Want to take a walk outside of camp?" asked Boulderdust.

[Mango]

Boulderdust looked at him with a nod. "Want to take a walk outside of camp?" asked Boulderdust.

He shrugged,” Sure. After all you need someone around you incase you keel over to ensure you can get to Caliapaw in time.”

[Barnabas]

He shrugged,” Sure. After all you need someone around you incase you keel over to ensure you can get to Caliapaw in time.”

Boulderdust let out a loud chuckle at the apprentice's comment. "Im not that old." replied Boulderdust, chuckling.

[Mango]

Boulderdust let out a loud chuckle at the apprentice's comment. "Im not that old." replied Boulderdust, chuckling.
He shrugged,” I’m not going to be an elder. I’d like to die in battle an honorable death or if not in battle, I’ll keel over and die as warrior.” He replied I kinda wish Boulderdust was still a warrior. He’d be a much better mentor than Stormleaf.

[Barnabas]

He shrugged,” I’m not going to be an elder. I’d like to die in battle an honorable death or if not in battle, I’ll keel over and die as warrior.” He replied I kinda wish Boulderdust was still a warrior. He’d be a much better mentor than Stormleaf.

Boulderdust dipped his head. "Everyone is different. You do what you want to do abd I'll be proud to call you my friend." smiled Boulderdust, dipping his head to show his respect towards Redpaw.

[BTS.official.__]

He shrugged,” I’m not going to be an elder. I’d like to die in battle an honorable death or if not in battle, I’ll keel over and die as warrior.” He replied I kinda wish Boulderdust was still a warrior. He’d be a much better mentor than Stormleaf.


Boulderdust dipped his head. "Everyone is different. You do what you want to do abd I'll be proud to call you my friend." smiled Boulderdust, dipping his head to show his respect towards Redpaw.


(May I jump in? I haven't really gotten to rp in Thunderclan. Mostly everyone kept ignoring me)

[Mango]

(May I jump in? I haven't really gotten to rp in Thunderclan. Mostly everyone kept ignoring me)
(As long as Ennard is fine with it sure)

[Barnabas]

(May I jump in? I haven't really gotten to rp in Thunderclan. Mostly everyone kept ignoring me)

(Its fine with me. Their about ready to go for a walk. If your cat wants to come its all right)

[BTS.official.__]

(Its fine with me. Their about ready to go for a walk. If your cat wants to come its all right)
(As long as Ennard is fine with it sure)

Thank you so much!!! This means a lot to me!)

Aphrodite looked at her daughter, then stood up. She needed to get out of camp for awhile, then her thoughts went to her daughter. Who would watch her? But then she realized that her new clanmates would. Her daughter would be fine as long as she didn't leave the camp but then her thoughts drifted to the cats that attacked her, she knew it was dangerous going out of the camp by herself. Shaking her head she decided if she was with cats it would be fine. Her blue eyes looked around and finally landed on Redpaw and Boulderdust, walking over to them she dipped her head. "Hello." she meowed softly.

[Mango]

Thank you so much!!! This means a lot to me!)

Aphrodite looked at her daughter, then stood up. She needed to get out of camp for awhile, then her thoughts went to her daughter. Who would watch her? But then she realized that her new clanmates would. Her daughter would be fine as long as she didn't leave the camp but then her thoughts drifted to the cats that attacked her, she knew it was dangerous going out of the camp by herself. Shaking her head she decided if she was with cats it would be fine. Her blue eyes looked around and finally landed on Redpaw and Boulderdust, walking over to them she dipped her head. "Hello." she meowed softly.
Redpaw knew Aphrodite was an outsider,” If this dust living on a boulder is okay with it, you may.” He purred in amusement at his joke about Boulderdust’s age and name. (Sadly when I make jokes that’s my style of jokes just not with old ppl)

[Barnabas]

Thank you so much!!! This means a lot to me!)

Aphrodite looked at her daughter, then stood up. She needed to get out of camp for awhile, then her thoughts went to her daughter. Who would watch her? But then she realized that her new clanmates would. Her daughter would be fine as long as she didn't leave the camp but then her thoughts drifted to the cats that attacked her, she knew it was dangerous going out of the camp by herself. Shaking her head she decided if she was with cats it would be fine. Her blue eyes looked around and finally landed on Redpaw and Boulderdust, walking over to them she dipped her head. "Hello." she meowed softly.
Redpaw knew Aphrodite was an outsider,” If this dust living on a boulder is okay with it, you may.” He purred in amusement at his joke about Boulderdust’s age and name. (Sadly when I make jokes that’s my style of jokes just not with old ppl)

Boulderdust looked at the new cat with a smile. "I don't mind. More cats to help if I keel over." meowed Boulderdust with a smile, glancing over at Redpaw with a small chuckle. The tom glanced back at Aphrodite.

[BTS.official.__]

Redpaw knew Aphrodite was an outsider,” If this dust living on a boulder is okay with it, you may.” He purred in amusement at his joke about Boulderdust’s age and name. (Sadly when I make jokes that’s my style of jokes just not with old ppl)



Boulderdust looked at the new cat with a smile. "I don't mind. More cats to help if I keel over." meowed Boulderdust with a smile, glancing over at Redpaw with a small chuckle. The tom glanced back at Aphrodite.


"I am Aphrodite." she said with a purr as she sat down, wrapped a tail around her paws and looked at them with china-blue eyes. "And you must be...?" she trailed off as she looked at them.


Cleopatra played by herself, her ears perked up at her mother talking to someone. The small kitten looked up at the top and another medium tom, she narrowed her china-blue eyes at them and growled. No one was allowed to talk to her mama, especially some toms. Not after what her father did to her.

[Mango]

"I am Aphrodite." she said with a purr as she sat down, wrapped a tail around her paws and looked at them with china-blue eyes. "And you must be...?" she trailed off as she looked at them.


Cleopatra played by herself, her ears perked up at her mother talking to someone. The small kitten looked up at the top and another medium tom, she narrowed her china-blue eyes at them and growled. No one was allowed to talk to her mama, especially some toms. Not after what her father did to her.
Redpaw nodded,” I’m Redpaw.” He wondered why the kit was growling I’m not going to eat Celopatra’s mother or anything...

[BTS.official.__]

Redpaw nodded,” I’m Redpaw.” He wondered why the kit was growling I’m not going to eat Celopatra’s mother or anything...

"Nice to meet you." she dipped her head, her ears went back at her daughter's growl. "I am sorry....she..." she trails off not wanting to say another word. She looked away. She knew some secrets would eat you alive, but this one she would keep until her death.


Cleopatra stomped over to Redpaw. "You leave my mama, alone." she squeaked. Her china-blue eyes blazed.

[wolfie]

The blonde and white feline flinched as he spoke her name a little too loudly. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching her now - one or two cats had turned their heads, but they looked away soon after. "Shh..." She ordered, her tail flicking worriedly as she glanced at them. She remained on top of Snowpaw, like she thought it would attract less attention that way - and sure enough, nobody else turned their heads or gave her weird looks. Maybe they were just going to treat her like another cat. Caliapaw had wanted to raise more awareness about how hard a medicine cat's job really was, but now she wasn't so sure. She was afraid that might put her more in the spotlight - which she most certainly did not want. "Good." She mewed teasingly before she hopped off of him. At his surprised yowl, Caliapaw half-jumped - her fur bristling with surprise. When he spoke, the she cat looked down at his nose with a huff - and saw the spider crawling there. It was harmless enough; just a small thing, one that honestly couldn't hurt Snowpaw. A sigh escaped her as lifted her tail to flick it away. "It's just a harmless spider," She mewed with a hint of annoyance and laughter in her voice, but she flicked it off of him anyways. "See? It's gone." She shook her head, settling down near Snowpaw and curling her tail neatly around her own paws as she did so.

Snowpaw's ears lowered a little, knowing his mistake. He honestly didn't think he spoke too loud but it must have been that. As she got off him, he was staring directly at the spider or trying to. He shake his head, embarrassed. He looked up again, looking at Caliapaw. "I knew that, how could I have known it wasn't poisonous?" He realized how harsh he sounded, quickly adding. "Thanks though, I don't know how long I could stay still before it was gone. " Snowpaw said, licking his chest. Obviously he had tried to cover up his somewhat fear of spiders, he smiled warmly at his sister. "How it been?" He had said. Of course, he wouldn't push her to tell him everything that been happening. He pawed at the fallen leaf that had finally fall off his head, he shook the dirt out of his pelt before sitting down. His gaze followed when she glance around, Snowpaw was prepared if someone gave them a weird look to return it. What's so strange of siblings messing around? He was relieved that no one had gave them a weird look yet, he didn't want his sister to walk away because of it.

[Brilliance]

Jaggedkit was enjoying this little race he was having with the butterfly, but all of the sudden, his fun was interrupted by a ginger blur of fur that whizzed by him. Coming to an abrupt stop, the silver tom watched as the she-cat started patting at his butterfly. He cocked his head slightly, confused. Jaggedkit had never been the one to share, he hated sharing. He like having things to himself, whether it be attention, prey, or even certain cats. And this butterfly, that was his. This action of the she-cat was not going to just be "let go."
"Umm excuse me, but what do you think you're doing?" Jaggedkit meowed, walking closer to the smaller she-cat, feeling a small burst of pleasure at the fact that he towered over her. Jaggedkit was taller than most kits his age, except for the two very tall tom-kits he knew that were only a moon younger than him. Well, he didn't know them, he knew of them. He'd seen them around once or twice. And all that Jaggedkit knew, was that, in the future, they were going to be some competitors.
The silver tom kept his pale green gaze on the ginger feline, blinking every so slightly. Upon meeting a new cat, Jaggedkit always made sure he asserted his dominance. Well, the dominance he thinks he has over every other cat.


The ginger feline had paid no heed that she interrupted someone else's fun. If she wanted to join in the fun, why not? Sometimes inserting yourself into different situations could gain you a new friend. Most of the time. Most of the time your company was wanted. Though judging from the silver feline, Cerisekit thought he could use a friend. She halted her paws, noticing that a Tom kit stopped trailing along. In fact, the butterfly was getting away now. She was going to shrug it off, and continue after the fascinating creature, but her path was stopped. Did this Tom really have the nerve to step into her comfort zone, trying to dominate her? Cerisekit perked her ears, her eyes glowing up at her company, even tilting her head to a certain degree to pull off that innocently cute look. "I think..." she paused, feigning her thought process. "I'm chasing a butterfly," she concluded, then slowly brought her head straight again and began nodding slowly. She reciprocated his actions; blinking her eyes ever so slowly to follow his movements. It was like a game to her because of this Tom thought just because he could tower over her, that he was taller than her - he had another thing coming. "What did you think I was doing?" She gave her company a questioning look, and a knowing smile flicked onto her maw. It may sounded like she was getting slick (perhaps, she was) or, maybe she was toying with the Tom. However way he wanted to take it.

[Role]

( Queenie
Let's get this rolling!)

Rosebelly, utterly exhausted from her freak out, had gone to sleep as soon as she got in camp. She didn't look at anyone, she didn't speak to anyone. She was ashamed and embarrassed. Now it was morning, and Rosebelly was in the clearing yet again. Her shoulder felt better and her eyes were bright. She was in a totally different mood than yesterday. Alliumeyes was not forgotten, but she was off of her mind for the moment. What was on her mind was what Darkrose said yesterday.

"I do remember one day... you were taken to the medicine cat for a wound. No one knew where it came from. Could it have been from a fox?"

Rosebelly had thought about it until she fell asleep, and she thought about it as she woke. Rosebelly's only memory of her apprenticeship was waking up in the medicine den, and being asked a ton of questions. She can't remember the questions to this day, but she did remember being told she had amnesia. It was heartbreaking at the time, but Rosebelly had brushed it off at that point. So what if she couldn't remember? Not her problem. Well.. until now. Foxes terrified her. Yesterday she had learned that the hard way. She had smelled a stale scent, and freaked out to the point where she had to end her hunt. Now in the present, Rosebelly was making her way to the fresh-kill pile. She didn't eat much yesterday. A small mouse, and that was it. Now, her big appetite was raving. Rosebelly plucked her way through the pile until she found a fresh, plump bird. When she was done with her food, Rosebelly spent time cleaning her fur, which was ruffled from sleep.

[Mango]

"Nice to meet you." she dipped her head, her ears went back at her daughter's growl. "I am sorry....she..." she trails off not wanting to say another word. She looked away. She knew some secrets would eat you alive, but this one she would keep until her death.


Cleopatra stomped over to Redpaw. "You leave my mama, alone." she squeaked. Her china-blue eyes blazed.
Redpaw nodded,” I’m Redpaw.” He wondered why the kit was growling I’m not going to eat Celopatra’s mother or anything...
Redpaw lowered himself to match his gaze with Cleopatra,” She’s just going out with us. This isn’t your old life kit. Buckle up, sweetie.” He meowed a little softer than normal, but bluntly.

(Should Bumblekit arrive yet...I’m curious as to how she’ll react)

[Mango]

Mayflower
Poppypaw pranced around the clearing her chin high tail high, it looked rather ridiculous as she was tripping on her paws while doing so singing.

[Queenie]

( Queenie
Let's get this rolling!)

Rosebelly, utterly exhausted from her freak out, had gone to sleep as soon as she got in camp. She didn't look at anyone, she didn't speak to anyone. She was ashamed and embarrassed. Now it was morning, and Rosebelly was in the clearing yet again. Her shoulder felt better and her eyes were bright. She was in a totally different mood than yesterday. Alliumeyes was not forgotten, but she was off of her mind for the moment. What was on her mind was what Darkrose said yesterday.

"I do remember one day... you were taken to the medicine cat for a wound. No one knew where it came from. Could it have been from a fox?"

Rosebelly had thought about it until she fell asleep, and she thought about it as she woke. Rosebelly's only memory of her apprenticeship was waking up in the medicine den, and being asked a ton of questions. She can't remember the questions to this day, but she did remember being told she had amnesia. It was heartbreaking at the time, but Rosebelly had brushed it off at that point. So what if she couldn't remember? Not her problem. Well.. until now. Foxes terrified her. Yesterday she had learned that the hard way. She had smelled a stale scent, and freaked out to the point where she had to end her hunt. Now in the present, Rosebelly was making her way to the fresh-kill pile. She didn't eat much yesterday. A small mouse, and that was it. Now, her big appetite was raving. Rosebelly plucked her way through the pile until she found a fresh, plump bird. When she was done with her food, Rosebelly spent time cleaning her fur, which was ruffled from sleep.

Ivorythorn padded out of the den her eyes searching the clearing for something to do. She was dreadfully bored - it seemed almost criminal! How on earth was a beautiful young she-cat like her sitting around on a beautiful day with no toms to rave over? The she-cat looked over to the fresh kill pile and saw her sister, Rosebelly. And boy did that cat look a mess. Of course all cats looked like a mess compared to Ivorythorn. She giggled at this fact satisfied with her thought.

Ivorythorn slunk over to her sister her tail trailing the clearing floor in a threatening way. Her eyes narrowed in search of her target. Everything about her stance said trouble. She sighed as she draped herself over a log dramatically. "Oh Rosebelly! How ever so bored I am!" She winked hoping Rosebelly would offer her some entertainment. Silently Ivorythorn didn't want to hang out with her sister because lately Rosebelly was becoming a drag, but the she-cat desperately needed to stretch her legs. "What ever sha'll I do?" Ivorythorn gave Rosebelly a couple of innocent large puppy dog blinks hopeful her sister would offer up SOMETHING. ANYTHING.

[SWIFTTAIL]

''yeah im in here'' she mewed sleepily, starting to stand. why are you out at Moonhigh?

[Mayflower]

Mayflower
Poppypaw pranced around the clearing her chin high tail high, it looked rather ridiculous as she was tripping on her paws while doing so singing.
Berrypaw tumbled into the clearing with a grin, having just went hunting. He dropped the one small mouse he had managed to catch in the fresh kill pile and then searched the clearing for someone. His tortoiseshell tail swayed happily as the tom spotted Poppypaw and made his way over to her. He sat and watched her song for a little bit with a grin, then said, "Hey Poppypaw, whatchya doing?"

[BTS.official.__]

Redpaw lowered himself to match his gaze with Cleopatra,” She’s just going out with us. This isn’t your old life kit. Buckle up, sweetie.” He meowed a little softer than normal, but bluntly.

(Should Bumblekit arrive yet...I’m curious as to how she’ll react)

(Yes!)

Aphrodite looked at her daughter. "Why don't you go play, honey." she nudged her daughter over to where her leaf was. "I'll be fine."

Cleopatra looked at her mother, not hardly convenience but she did what was she was told. She padded back over to the leaf and sat down.

[Mango]

(Yes!)

Aphrodite looked at her daughter. "Why don't you go play, honey." she nudged her daughter over to where her leaf was. "I'll be fine."

Cleopatra looked at her mother, not hardly convenience but she did what was she was told. She padded back over to the leaf and sat down.
Bumblekit saw Cleopatra jumping in excitement.” Playing is awesome! Come play with me!!” He meowed jumping in excitement

[Mango]

Berrypaw tumbled into the clearing with a grin, having just went hunting. He dropped the one small mouse he had managed to catch in the fresh kill pile and then searched the clearing for someone. His tortoiseshell tail swayed happily as the tom spotted Poppypaw and made his way over to her. He sat and watched her song for a little bit with a grin, then said, "Hey Poppypaw, whatchya doing?"
Poppypaw turned to her friend Berrypaw, he was cute and all, but gay,” Hello Berrypaw!” She chirped hapily she maybe had been prancing around camp like a total fool, but whatever she had Berrypaw to talk to now.

[Shivers]

Summerkit dipped her head with a smile. "Yeah. When we're apprentices we can go on patrols and hunt together." meowed Summerkit in excitement. The kit gave Shiverkit a playfull bump to the shoulder. "I can take you outside the territory when we're older. We could just go for a small walk then come back, but only when we're apprentices." meowed Summerkit. Summerkit was the kit that would never break the warrior code. There was no need for her outside the camp quiet yet.

Shiverkit then shot her a genuine smile excited at the idea of having a new friend, "I'd like that!" Meowed. She began to purr when Summerkit bumped her shoulder already taking a liking to the she-cat. Her blue eyes were filled with gratitude when she realized that she wasn't judging her for being cowardly. Instead, she was being understanding and trying to help her overcome her fears, "That sounds like a great idea.'' Shiverkit squeaked in excitement, "It'll help me overcome my fears!" The Sphinx kit jumped around in excitement, "Then we'll both become the strongest warriors Thunderclan has ever seen!" She exclaimed raising her hairless tail proudly in the air.

[Barnabas]

Shiverkit then shot her a genuine smile excited at the idea of having a new friend, "I'd like that!" Meowed. She began to purr when Summerkit bumped her shoulder already taking a liking to the she-cat. Her blue eyes were filled with gratitude when she realized that she wasn't judging her for being cowardly. Instead, she was being understanding and trying to help her overcome her fears, "That sounds like a great idea.'' Shiverkit squeaked in excitement, "It'll help me overcome my fears!" The Sphinx kit jumped around in excitement, "Then we'll both become the strongest warriors Thunderclan has ever seen!" She exclaimed raising her hairless tail proudly in the air.

Summerkit let out a friendly smile, pressing her side against Shiverkit. "Yeah! We can make our clan proud!" Summerkit yowled in excitement. The she-kit looked down at the leaf, thinking of a game she could make up. "Lets play a game. I'll start by hiding the leaf and you'll have to find it then once you do its your turn to hide it." meowed the kit, picking the leaf up in her jaws. Summerkit waited for a response before she hid the leaf in case the other kit didn't want to play the game.

[Barnabas]

Suneye walked into the nursery she wondered if petalflower was doing okay she did lose her last kit to sickness hey petalflower then she noticed her helping out the kit of that family that left the clan without her I see you are keeping the one kit warm that's really nice of you petalflower I heard Winterkits family left her behind when they left the clan also I came to see if your okay from losing your last kit I might not be a friend of yours but your a clanmate and I like to help a clanmate in need if I can she then she said under her breath though most clan mates don't care about me her one green eye shining in sadness
Winterkit woke up and parted her tiny mouth in a yawn stretching her paws outward still purring she then looked at the shecat who was speaking to petalflower then looked at petalflower wondering who the shecat who was talking to petalflower was

Petalfliwer looked at Suneye with a friendly smile. "I saw Winterkit and thought she would like a friend, so I came over to her." meowed Petalflower. The queen looked down at winterkit, nudging the kits chin, lovingly with a light purr. Petalflower was always wanting to be cl9se to a kit, but ever since she lost her last kit she tjought it would never come.

[Lunarfalls]

Petalfliwer looked at Suneye with a friendly smile. "I saw Winterkit and thought she would like a friend, so I came over to her." meowed Petalflower. The queen looked down at winterkit, nudging the kits chin, lovingly with a light purr. Petalflower was always wanting to be cl9se to a kit, but ever since she lost her last kit she tjought it would never come.
Suneye smiled Winterkit is lucky to have a friend like you petalflower she really needed one after what happened who knows your might have been lucky you found her too maybe you can even be her mother like cat if you can take in a kit after what happend

[BTS.official.__]

Bumblekit saw Cleopatra jumping in excitement.” Playing is awesome! Come play with me!!” He meowed jumping in excitement

Cleopatra turned her china-blue eyes on him then shrugged. Why not. She padded over to him.

[Mayflower]

Poppypaw turned to her friend Berrypaw, he was cute and all, but gay,” Hello Berrypaw!” She chirped hapily she maybe had been prancing around camp like a total fool, but whatever she had Berrypaw to talk to now.
Berrypaw grinned, breathing in the crisp air quickly as he batted Poppypaw's nose playfully. It was something he did to anyone he was comfortable around, like his signature greeting. Then the tortoiseshell flopped onto the ground, stretching out comfortably. "So, Poppy, anything on your mind?"

[Role]

Ivorythorn padded out of the den her eyes searching the clearing for something to do. She was dreadfully bored - it seemed almost criminal! How on earth was a beautiful young she-cat like her sitting around on a beautiful day with no toms to rave over? The she-cat looked over to the fresh kill pile and saw her sister, Rosebelly. And boy did that cat look a mess. Of course all cats looked like a mess compared to Ivorythorn. She giggled at this fact satisfied with her thought.

Ivorythorn slunk over to her sister her tail trailing the clearing floor in a threatening way. Her eyes narrowed in search of her target. Everything about her stance said trouble. She sighed as she draped herself over a log dramatically. "Oh Rosebelly! How ever so bored I am!" She winked hoping Rosebelly would offer her some entertainment. Silently Ivorythorn didn't want to hang out with her sister because lately Rosebelly was becoming a drag, but the she-cat desperately needed to stretch her legs. "What ever sha'll I do?" Ivorythorn gave Rosebelly a couple of innocent large puppy dog blinks hopeful her sister would offer up SOMETHING. ANYTHING.
Rosebelly's sharp senses picked up a cat's tail dragging on the floor. Rosebelly looked over, mid tongue swipe, and frowned. Clearly, Ivorythorn wanted something. Rosebelly raised her head from her grooming, and stared at Ivorythorn. Her sister flopped onto a log, and made a miserable sounding statement. Ivorythorn winked at her, causing Rosebelly to smile and roll her eyes. Her sister batted her eyes, and leaned towards her. Rosebelly stood up and pretended to be worried. "Oh no! What can I do for you? Hummm let's see," she gasped. Rosebelly's first thought was hunting, but her mind instantly changed to something else. After her freak out, she didn't want anything to do with the forest for a while. "How about.. a game of moss ball? I've missed playing that," she offered, eye twinkling mischeivously. Rosebelly was always good at moss ball, so this would be perfect in outshining her fabulous sister.
Queenie

[lone]

Snowstar nodded slightly, gazing at the young medicine cat. She really hoped Caliapaw did have someone else she could talk to, open up to. She was sure she did. But she knew the young she-cat wasn't going to open up to her any time soon, she could see that clearly. And it was alright - Snowstar could wait. She was generally a very impatient cat but with things like this, she knew they took time and patience. And Snowstar could sit still and wait for something if she had to. And she'd wait for this. She'd wait for Caliapaw to become more comfortable, enough to open up to her. The Siamese gazed at the young medicine cat. The concern didn't leave her gaze, but now she looked a little more sure of herself and what she wanted to do. She wanted to stick around for this kid. She wanted to try and make a bond with her. She wanted to be someone Caliapaw could go talk to when she needed it. She wanted to be someone Caliapaw trusted.

Snowstar paused, letting the thoughts slip away as Caliapaw spoke. Her gaze softened even more, if that was even possible. Right now the she-cat had such a gentle, caring look in her ice blue eyes, anyone could clearly tell she cared for the young cat. "I know," She said softly. "And I am sorry you have to face them so quickly." She knew it wasn't her fault, it was the Dusk Syndicate's fault, but still. She was sorry. She couldn't help it, that's just how she was. Again, she hoped Caliapaw had somebody she could go to to talk to. Somebody she trusted. She was sure she did. She hoped she did. At least until Caliapaw trusted her enough to talk to her about this. Snowstar knew it wasn't good to keep this kind of stuff bottled up. It wasn't good to let your emotions keep building and building until it was just too much to hold in. She didn't want to see Caliapaw break. So for the young she-cats sake, she hoped with all her heart she didn't keep it all bottled up. That she had someone to talk to about it. Anyone.

Snowstar didn't like feeling so useless. She really didn't. It was awful, knowing she couldn't do much... But she could do something. She could be there and try to comfort her. Try to be there. Try to get her trust. Try to get her to talk about it. But that was it. Would that be enough? The Siamese sighed, gazing at the young medicine cat. Hopefully it would. Hopefully, eventually, Caliapaw would trust her enough to open up. And if not, hopefully she would open up to her friends, or family members, someone. Just something to release all that emotion. Caliapaw definitely needed that, Snowstar could tell. Keeping it all inside was never good. Hiding your emotions was never good. And such a young cat should definitely not feel like she had to do that, because she didn't. She really didn't. And she hoped, if it wasn't herself, someone would help Caliapaw to see that.

She paused, watching the young medicine cat's eyes soften, and nodded quietly when Caliapaw responded. "Yes, I know.... But still. My offer still stands. You can come talk to me about anything... I'm a good listener. Besides, you really shouldn't be keeping all of that emotion inside... You'll explode." She offered a small smile before continuing. "And the Clan also needs it's medicine cat. So don't explode. Please." While her tone was light, trying to joke, her ice blue eyes stayed serious and concerned, gazing at the young she-cat. Underneath the faintly joking tone, she was completely serious. Snowstar was usually good at trying to lighten the mood like this, but perhaps the concern was too strong right now. Besides, this wasn't really a time for joking around.

"I promise." Snowstar replied solemnly, gazing at the young medicine cat. She thought back to her losing a life, and frowned slightly. She knew she should tell the medicine cat, but was now a really good time? "I do... Have something else to tell you, but I don't know if this is the time. I don't think it's that important..." She said carefully, voicing her thoughts aloud. She wasn't going to keep this from the medicine cat if it was something Caliapaw needed to know, but she still wasn't sure if it was a good time to bring it up right now. Probably not. She didn't think it was too important anyway. Just one life lost, right? Still, it could be something Caliapaw needed to know as the medicine cat. But still.... Again, she knew this wasn't a good time for it. Or was it? Great, now the Siamese was confused.


"Sorry" was a word that the young medicine cat had been hearing a lot lately. She was sure that everyone truly was sorry for her, but that wasn't what she needed - she didn't need sympathy. Still, she bit her tongue and nodded slowly at Snowstar's words. "I'll... be okay." It was nice to have Snowstar on her side. In some ways, she felt that she could relate to the young leader. Both of them had been thrust into positions of power at young ages, and both had said yes when they were asked. But she was pretty sure Snowstar hadn't seen her leadership coming that soon... and she knew she hadn't seen her apprenticeship ending so soon. Technically she was still Wheatfur's apprentice, but in the eyes of the Clan, she was the medicine cat. She was the only one who knew what to do in terms of injuries, and she was the only one who would be able to make sure those same injuries wouldn't get worse. Or infected.

Lately life was slowing down, and despite Ivypaw's death, Caliapaw got the feeling that things were going to be looking up soon. Once she could let go of the past and embrace the present. That was something that was hard for her to do - letting go. She didn't trust herself to let go of anything, especially not something that was as traumatizing as this was. All of this being thrust at her at such a young age, it was... different. If only she had been ready, all of this would be easier to take in. But at this point? It still felt more like a dream - or nightmare. Some days life was good, other days it was the most difficult thing to do a simple task like even greeting a patient. She'd never been great at "bedside manner" and was even worse now.

Honestly, comfort had never been her #1 thing. Unless there was some logic in it, then it was like she got a little better at it. "I'll, um, make sure to do that." The younger cat cleared her throat awkwardly. She knew Snowstar was being friendly, but she really wasn't used to cats she'd just met being so friendly to her. Sure, now it was more frequent - she was the medicine cat after all, that was like being a celebrity and she was pretty sure there wasn't too much hope of having a quiet life from now on. The true friends that she had, the ones that were there because they wanted to be her friend and not because she was a medicine cat, those were the friends she cherished. Those were her closest friends and Caliapaw believed in them with all her heart. She would stand by them if they ever needed anything, just as they had stood by her when she had had needs as well. The young feline felt a flicker of worry as she glanced at the leader.

How was she ever supposed to live up to the older cats, all of whom knew what they were doing and had had more training to do their job right? How was she supposed to live up to the legacies previous medicine cats had left behind, write her own story and make a difference in her own time? How was she ever supposed to train an apprentice and make sure they were ready before she stepped down? Whatever the answer was to those questions, Caliapaw was certain she would figure it out eventually. Someday soon, she would discover the answer to all of these questions and when that day came, she would greet it with happiness. Until then she would have to continue on as she was going, grasping hopefully at the answers. And even if Caliapaw never did find the answers, at least she would have the satisfaction of knowing that she had tried. The medicine cat frowned at the she cat's words, her claim that it 'wasn't that important,' and her expression grew more worried. She had overlooked something, hadn't she? She had missed whatever had happened and now something worse was going to happen, and Caliapaw was going to be the cause of it... the she cat's tail twitched anxiously, and she felt her belief in herself sink lower. She had been right all along. She wasn't right for this, and why hadn't she just said no when Wheatfur had asked her?

Pull yourself together. Now. You are NOT going to have a pity party right now, you are going to FIX your mistake. Caliapaw told herself, and drew herself up in a more professional manner. Her heart was beating wildly inside her chest, she was sure, and as unconfident as she felt, as dead inside as she felt, she knew she needed to act more like she was alive inside. More like she knew what she was doing. Because even if she didn't, she wanted Snowstar to believe that she did. To have some confidence in the young medicine cat, because Caliapaw was still hoping that she would figure out the rules of the game eventually and when she did, she would want confidence in her to be restored. The confidence she might have lost. Everyone said that it wasn't her fault when she made a mistake, that she was young, and 'poor her.' But that simply wasn't so. Her youth was no excuse for her mistakes, and Caliapaw knew that. Her youth shouldn't be used as a coverup, or excuse - otherwise cats would start pitying her even more.

That was the last thing Caliapaw wanted. "There's no time like the present. If it's medical, I should know about it." It should have been the first thing I knew about! She thought angrily to herself. She wasn't upset with Snowstar, oh no - the leader probably didn't want to burden Caliapaw. While she appreciated the gesture, and appreciated the fact that Snowstar knew what it was like to have the weight of the world on her shoulders, she was also pretty confident that she should have been able to recognize that. At least that was one thing she could be confident of - her inability to recognize sickness when she should have.

[Mango]

Berrypaw grinned, breathing in the crisp air quickly as he batted Poppypaw's nose playfully. It was something he did to anyone he was comfortable around, like his signature greeting. Then the tortoiseshell flopped onto the ground, stretching out comfortably. "So, Poppy, anything on your mind?"
Poppypaw smiled,” Nothing really, Berrypaw.” She forced herself to settle down and stop prancing around the camp like a fool.” She meowed, knowing it’s odd her prancing. Her tawny colored fur was greened.

[Mango]

Cleopatra turned her china-blue eyes on him then shrugged. Why not. She padded over to him.
(OMG she’ll play with a tom but her mother can’t hunt with a tom lol)

He smiled,” Awesome. Play fighting?” She asked not wanting to startle her by pouncing without giving her a notice of it.

[lone]

Lonestar23

Quietpaw was up to his normal game again. Stick to the shadows. Stay away from everyone. Join no games, be polite, try your hardest to not insult anyone, and stay away from everyone. Don't talk, just be yourself, stay under cover and no one would notice you. Stay with the crowd so you were hard to spot, stay near the nursery as kits were less annoying than apprentices in his eyes. Quietpaw was a apprentice with a big personality, but he didn't show it often. He was just Quiet, Quietpaw. It didn't help that he was fullblooded ShadowClan either. No one wanted to spend time with him, especially since his father was part of the infamous Fuzz Family. With a negligent mother, a father in another clan and siblings who were better at making friends he just wasn't exactly the social butterfly of the family. In fact he was quite the opposite. But that didn't mean that he didn't have a personality behind quiet. For example he noticed things that normal cats wouldn't because he watched conversations so often. He knew when a cat was lying, at least he thought he knew, but Quietpaw lived off what he thought. He believed it until proven wrong, but since he never will talked his opinions never really hurt anybody. He never wanted to hurt anybody, he was aware of his fathers ways and he refused to be anything like that. So though his opinions were different he kept quiet. Arguments were not his thing, fights were not something he needed to win they were something he needed to either conquer or ignore. Currently he was choosing ignore.

Quietpaw knew that with his way over average sized muscular structure, made him look like a nine moon old apprentice rather than a seven moon old one, also made him look like a strong cat who wouldn't mind a fight every now and then. And that was where his appearance failed his personality. Quietpaw was not meek and small, in fact physically he was a giant. Many thought that quiet met weak, but his quiet was a quiet cat with a lot of sass, anger and strength below his invisible social shield. He knew of what cats thought when they saw his appearance, they would probably back away of challenge him to a fight. That wasn't what Quietpaw wanted. Though he wanted a small amount of friends, friends who were quiet like him, he did not want no friends. If cats saw him as a big fierce guy, when would he ever find friends? That was one of the things he thought about frequently.

As he thought, Quietpaw felt himself getting closer and closer to the nursery.

Vixenkit was sitting just outside the nursery, an act of rebellion even though there was nothing for her to rebel against. She was basically testing her boundaries. Within less then a moon she would be an apprentice, and then she would have some mentor that she was likely not to trust. Chances were, she would have them following her every movement. She would be a queen in their eyes, and they? Well, they would be nothing more then her lowly trainer. Just someone that was standing in her way on the climb to victory and power. Vixenkit's eyes flashed with amusement as she thought of this. Now, she had never been a socially quiet cat. She wasn't shy - she wasn't introverted - and she definitely wasn't someone to stay out of the spotlight. She would grab it and run with it, as far as she could, drawing all the attention that she could to herself.

She was sneaky, and suspicious of most cats... so as far as true friends went, she was pretty short on those types of cats. It wasn't like she went out of her way to be overly friendly to other cats... that might be the reason she wasn't as popular as she believed. Then again, Vixenkit still maintained some level of popularity, although it was generally among the cats who thought she was cool. They were her followers, her loyal helpers, and she was glad to do whatever they wanted. Spotting Quietpaw, the tom who had been a kit the last time she had spoken to him, Vixenkit's eyes sparkled as she saw him coming. He was quite a bit larger then he had been last time she'd seen him - and she had grown as well, though her muscles still weren't very developed. "Quietpaw! Or is it still Quietkit? You're looking well, how are you?" She mewed in a jovial tone, though everyone around her would know it was faked. Her friendly nature was not to last - especially from the determination that was showing behind those deadly eyes.

Anyone who was fixed with that glare was likely to suffer under Vixenkit's everlasting rudeness. Anyone who met her probably wouldn't believe her to be that dangerous, until they were suffering under her harsh tongue and endless torment of them. Even those who she liked or, dare she even think it, cared for might suffer under her. "Clingy" was, at the moment, definitely a word to describe the feline. To those she hated or liked, she could be equally clingy. The difference? It was all in her tone. That was pretty much how you determined how she felt about you. From the way she had spoken to Quietpaw, there could be no conflict in her mind: she was going to recruit him as one of her "followers." He would become nothing more to her then the perfect minion, someone who could help her in her duties. Every cat who craved power more then anything had followers. Quietpaw would just be one of hers.



The black and white she-cat huffed, puffing out her chest towards the tom. Of course she would! If she committed to it! "I'm full of surprises Ottertail! I'll do anything for revenge, don't test me," she smirked playfully towards the larger feline. Her tail waved high in the air, clearly showing she was being friendly about the whole thing. Now, what was she to say to his follow up question. Oh, she knew. "Oh, I would, fluff-butt" Mintberry took two 'menacing' steps towards him, her body lowering a little bit to make herself look threatening. "But," she paused, hoping back up to her paws, looking very friendly once again. "You haven't done anything too extreme for me to resort to that! You get to keep that fluffy pelt of yours for a little while longer!" she chirped, her pale green hues blinking towards him with kindness. Although her hues shined with mischief about the situation.


"Don't get revenge on me! I'm the perfect friend, you wouldn't WANT to mess up THAT relationship!" Ottertail mewed, his voice squeaking just the smallest bit. It was moments like these, he thought, that made friendships all the more worth having. His eyes twinkled with a playful roguishness, even as she spoke, and he scooted away a little further from her as she took another two steps towards him. "Ha! What'd I tell you, I am perfection!" He laughed, before realizing she probably wouldn't take too kindly to that comment. Assuming a more flirtatious expression (keeping that teasing light in his eyes, of course) the tom straightened up and summoned up some fake courage to take two steps back towards her. "Next to you of course, Minty-boo." The words sounded a little more slick and well-rehearsed, rather then rough around the edges from laughing, but the meaning behind them remained the same. Ottertail would never want to ruin the perfect friendship the two of them had.

[Starfall]

[ Stonekit would be Stonepaw around now because alabaster just got her mentor. I've forgotton how to roleplay... ;-; ]


A slender and shaky figure entered the clearing. Tail dragging lazily in the dirt and eyes following the dusty trail back into camp. Alabasterpaw had been excused from training today due to the fact she could barely raise a paw for battle practice and had been psyched and shoved and beaten without even a response. It wasn't her fault she had taken a vow to never raise a paw again. As she found herself driven towardds the apprentice den her eyes fallen towards her chest she tripped right over a furry body and face planted into the dirt with a wail of suprise. Than alabaster barrel rolled and once she stopped turned baring her teeth in anoyance. When she saw her brother stonepaw instead of someone else her eyes softened and she recoiled at the sight of him. "Stonepaw" she wheezed in anoyance

[ ;v; same Cele, and I could say that Stone's ceremony got postponed due to stress /v\" ]

The tom let out a squeak as he got tripped over, his ears folded against his head and he grit his teeth, he practically got kicked in the side. The small tom rolled onto his stomach and picked himself up, shaking off the dirt that clung to his pelt during the accident. He perked his ears and swiveled his head as soon as he heard a familiar voice hiss his name, and at the sight of her he gave an apologetic smile and tucked his paws beneath his stomach, trying his hardest to curl up into a ball. "Sorry Alabasterpaw...but, in all honesty, you're the one who tripped over me...you should watch where you're going." he stated, though a hint of unease tinted his voice. Stonepaw still kept the suffix 'kit' due to the fact that he seemed to be to tramatuized to be an apprentice, or in other words, not mentally prepared, not that he was stupid or anything, Snowstar stated that he was...depressed, and adding work to that was not a good mix. The white, light grey dusted tom flicked his tail and focused his blue gaze upon his sister once more. He didn't really get along too well with her, but that was to be expected, he had a short fuze and she was always...angry, thought he couldn't blame her, he just had a different way of coping with the fact that their mother hates their guts.

[Cosmo]

Vixenkit was sitting just outside the nursery, an act of rebellion even though there was nothing for her to rebel against. She was basically testing her boundaries. Within less then a moon she would be an apprentice, and then she would have some mentor that she was likely not to trust. Chances were, she would have them following her every movement. She would be a queen in their eyes, and they? Well, they would be nothing more then her lowly trainer. Just someone that was standing in her way on the climb to victory and power. Vixenkit's eyes flashed with amusement as she thought of this. Now, she had never been a socially quiet cat. She wasn't shy - she wasn't introverted - and she definitely wasn't someone to stay out of the spotlight. She would grab it and run with it, as far as she could, drawing all the attention that she could to herself.

She was sneaky, and suspicious of most cats... so as far as true friends went, she was pretty short on those types of cats. It wasn't like she went out of her way to be overly friendly to other cats... that might be the reason she wasn't as popular as she believed. Then again, Vixenkit still maintained some level of popularity, although it was generally among the cats who thought she was cool. They were her followers, her loyal helpers, and she was glad to do whatever they wanted. Spotting Quietpaw, the tom who had been a kit the last time she had spoken to him, Vixenkit's eyes sparkled as she saw him coming. He was quite a bit larger then he had been last time she'd seen him - and she had grown as well, though her muscles still weren't very developed. "Quietpaw! Or is it still Quietkit? You're looking well, how are you?" She mewed in a jovial tone, though everyone around her would know it was faked. Her friendly nature was not to last - especially from the determination that was showing behind those deadly eyes.

Anyone who was fixed with that glare was likely to suffer under Vixenkit's everlasting rudeness. Anyone who met her probably wouldn't believe her to be that dangerous, until they were suffering under her harsh tongue and endless torment of them. Even those who she liked or, dare she even think it, cared for might suffer under her. "Clingy" was, at the moment, definitely a word to describe the feline. To those she hated or liked, she could be equally clingy. The difference? It was all in her tone. That was pretty much how you determined how she felt about you. From the way she had spoken to Quietpaw, there could be no conflict in her mind: she was going to recruit him as one of her "followers." He would become nothing more to her then the perfect minion, someone who could help her in her duties. Every cat who craved power more then anything had followers. Quietpaw would just be one of hers.


Quietpaw was not a cat who liked to be interrupted, even in thought, but even if she had not interrupted his thought it would not have changed the cold way he regarded her. Vixenkit was a kit he had meant two moons back, meaning he was still in kithood. He had actually been quite thrilled to have made a new "friend". He had been happy, and had actually began to look differently at all the other kits in the nursery. They were future friends to him. That was until he was told what her actual name was. Her name was not Oriolekit [Oriole was her sister's prefix.], it was Vixenkit. Which meant one thing. She had lied.

Quietpaw was a sweet cat, he didn't like to think that cats did terrible things, but he knew of his father, and everything his horrid family did. He knew of the way they treated cats who were different than them, and how all the she-cats stayed in the nursery all day. Simply boring. They were evil manipulating fools. And quite honestly Quietpaw wanted nothing to do with his family whatsoever. He didn't care what they said about their ways being right, he didn't care how his mother wanted to redeem herself to her kits, he just knew that despite the love he felt towards his family, even his parents, he had to hate them for the way they were. They had wronged him, his siblings, and in his fathers case everyone else. They should have mean nothing to him and Quietpaw knew that, but something made him love them in some way. It may have been the fact they were the only family he had ever had, or something impossible to explain. But whatever it was it made him want to deny the fact that some cats were just plain old bad. That some cats lied, and some cats used cats. That some cats killed, and some cats sought revenge. Some cats ignored their kits, and many other things so terrible Quietpaw would not even think them. Vixenkit was great compared to them, but that didn't change the fact that she had lied to him, about her own name.

He turned to face her with a cute yet rude look in his eyes. He tried his best to be nice and polite and kind towards every cat he ran into, but if Vixenkit wanted to get on his good side she was going to have to do something to prove she was worthy of it. For the one moon that he had known her true name he had told himself that if he ever ran into her [which he had not wanted to do] he would make her tell the truth. Vixenkit was no match for him, though he would never dream of hurting her. That was not his plan. His plan was to get her to tell him the truth. But he would do it trying his best to be kind and understand her, no matter how much he knew that he would fail. "I'm doing well, thank you, and it's Quietpaw." He started, for he did not believe in starting conversations negatively. "How are you, Oriolekit, or should I say Vixenkit?"

[BTS.official.__]

(OMG she’ll play with a tom but her mother can’t hunt with a tom lol)

He smiled,” Awesome. Play fighting?” She asked not wanting to startle her by pouncing without giving her a notice of it.



(XD)

Cleopatra grinned with a smile. "Of course!" she said as she puffed out her chest.

[Mango]

(XD)

Cleopatra grinned with a smile. "Of course!" she said as she puffed out her chest.
(He’s a playful soul, yet a real gentleman gentletom)
Bumblekit purred,” Have to ask before starting, she-cats get first attack ofcourse.” He purred pattering his paws in excitement for another play battle, they all were different I can’t wait!!

[BTS.official.__]

(He’s a playful soul, yet a real gentleman gentletom)
Bumblekit purred,” Have to ask before starting, she-cats get first attack ofcourse.” He purred pattering his paws in excitement for another play battle, they all were different I can’t wait!!


Cleopatra growled softly, a playful growl. "Just because I am a girl, I don't need to go first. I think I can handle you." she meowed. Then her blues flickered to the left. "Look!" she said shockingly, one she knew he turned. She jumped on him, pinning him down.

[Mango]

Cleopatra growled softly, a playful growl. "Just because I am a girl, I don't need to go first. I think I can handle you." she meowed. Then her blues flickered to the left. "Look!" she said shockingly, one she knew he turned. She jumped on him, pinning him down.
(Pls don’t powerplay, as Bumblekit didn’t really get any time to react)
Bumblekit was annoyed he fell for it as he turned his head to look and was slammed down by Cleopatra. He attempted to twist free.

[BTS.official.__]

(Pls don’t powerplay, as Bumblekit didn’t really get any time to react)
Bumblekit was annoyed he fell for it as he turned his head to look and was slammed down by Cleopatra. He attempted to twist free.

(ooo sorry!)

Cleopatra grinned down at him, then quickly got off of him. She shook out her pretty golden fur and sat down wrapping a tail around her paws. Her blue china blue eyes looked at him

[Mango]

(ooo sorry!)

Cleopatra grinned down at him, then quickly got off of him. She shook out her pretty golden fur and sat down wrapping a tail around her paws. Her blue china blue eyes looked at him
(NP)
He chuckled She’s just sitting their easy prey! he dropped into a sloppy, inncorrect hunter’s crouch before leaping and doing a bad pounce aimed for Cleopatra.

[BTS.official.__]

(NP)
He chuckled She’s just sitting their easy prey! he dropped into a sloppy, inncorrect hunter’s crouch before leaping and doing a bad pounce aimed for Cleopatra.


Cleopatra watched as he leaped at her, she tilted her head and waited for him to attack her.

[Mango]

Cleopatra watched as he leaped at her, she tilted her head and waited for him to attack her.
(is she going to avoid it or just sit their)
Bumblekit came tumbling towards her.

[BTS.official.__]

(is she going to avoid it or just sit their)
Bumblekit came tumbling towards her.

(Avoid!)

Cleopatra dodged to the right moving swiftly out of his way. "A Queen never let's her guard down!"

[Mango]

(Avoid!)

Cleopatra dodged to the right moving swiftly out of his way. "A Queen never let's her guard down!"
Bumblekit crashed into the ground,” Your a kit too!” He purred standing up and shaking out his pelt

[BTS.official.__]

Bumblekit crashed into the ground,” Your a kit too!” He purred standing up and shaking out his pelt


Cleoaptra rolled her eyes. "Not really!"

[Mango]

Cleoaptra rolled her eyes. "Not really!"
He smirked,” How old are you then.” His eyes twinkled in amusement I’m four moons, still a kit, five moons is stilll a kit

[BTS.official.__]

He smirked,” How old are you then.” His eyes twinkled in amusement I’m four moons, still a kit, five moons is stilll a kit


Cleopatra purred. "I am five moons, almost six moons!"

[Mango]

Cleopatra purred. "I am five moons, almost six moons!"
He laughed,” A kit for another moon!” He purred

[BTS.official.__]

He laughed,” A kit for another moon!” He purred


Cleopatra rolled her eyes. "I am older than you." she meowed as she licked her paw and rubbed it across her ear. "Do you know any apprentices?"

[Mango]

Cleopatra rolled her eyes. "I am older than you." she meowed as she licked her paw and rubbed it across her ear. "Do you know any apprentices?"
Bumblekit snorted,” By one moons.” His eyes gleamed in amusement,” Nah, I hardly know the apprentices.” He meowed he was pretty happy hanging with Cleopatra (I feel as an apprentice he’ll be flirting with Cleopatra)

[BTS.official.__]

Bumblekit snorted,” By one moons.” His eyes gleamed in amusement,” Nah, I hardly know the apprentices.” He meowed he was pretty happy hanging with Cleopatra (I feel as an apprentice he’ll be flirting with Cleopatra)


(aww that would be cute! Should we pair them up? but have a cat that will try to win her heart but in the end pick Bumblekit?)

Cleopatra purred as she flashed her china-blue eyes on Bumblekit. He was a happy bubbly kit, but that made him only cuter. "Oh is that so?" she giggled with a purr. "Do you have any friends?" she asked.

[Mango]

(aww that would be cute! Should we pair them up? but have a cat that will try to win her heart but in the end pick Bumblekit?)

Cleopatra purred as she flashed her china-blue eyes on Bumblekit. He was a happy bubbly kit, but that made him only cuter. "Oh is that so?" she giggled with a purr. "Do you have any friends?" she asked.
(My cats do change alot in apprenticehood so maybe another tom and Bumble try to win her heart and depending on how Bumble and the other cat change we decide who becomes her mate)
He smiled bouncing a little,” I’m friends with you!” He chirped happily still young enough not to feel embarressed or to be flirty yet. (I wait until six moons old before hormones)

[BTS.official.__]

(My cats do change alot in apprenticehood so maybe another tom and Bumble try to win her heart and depending on how Bumble and the other cat change we decide who becomes her mate)
He smiled bouncing a little,” I’m friends with you!” He chirped happily still young enough not to feel embarressed or to be flirty yet. (I wait until six moons old before hormones)


(Alright! That's fine with me!)

Cleopatra purred at him as she sat down looking at him. "Well then that means you are my friend too." she grinned up at him.

[Mango]

(Alright! That's fine with me!)

Cleopatra purred at him as she sat down looking at him. "Well then that means you are my friend too." she grinned up at him.
He gave a purr,” Awesome!” He swished his tail on the ground.

[BTS.official.__]

He gave a purr,” Awesome!” He swished his tail on the ground.


Cleopatra purred at him. "So what now?"

[Mango]

Cleopatra purred at him. "So what now?"
Bumblekit gave an overexaggerated shrug, he really didn’t know what to do, but he didn’t want to admit it,” Another game?” He asked hoping it wouldn’t be staring at eachother in awkward silence.

[BTS.official.__]

Bumblekit gave an overexaggerated shrug, he really didn’t know what to do, but he didn’t want to admit it,” Another game?” He asked hoping it wouldn’t be staring at eachother in awkward silence.

Cleopatra grinned then nodded. "Of course!"

[Mango]

Cleopatra grinned then nodded. "Of course!"
Bumblekit smiled and pounced aiming for Cleopatra, it was a messy pounce, and probably wouldn’t hit.

[BTS.official.__]

Bumblekit smiled and pounced aiming for Cleopatra, it was a messy pounce, and probably wouldn’t hit.


Cleopatra laughed as she moved out to the side, dodging him.

[Mango]

Cleopatra laughed as she moved out to the side, dodging him.
He fell in the dirt and shook his fur out it was messy, but what did he care. He launched again, but slid underneathe Cleopatra If my future mentor sees this awful fighting oh boy...

[BTS.official.__]

He fell in the dirt and shook his fur out it was messy, but what did he care. He launched again, but slid underneathe Cleopatra If my future mentor sees this awful fighting oh boy...


Cleopatra laughed as she backed up. She shook her head and sat down.

[Mango]

Cleopatra laughed as she backed up. She shook her head and sat down.
He did a messy swat that unless she moved her paws would just barely hit her. His claws were sheathed anyways.

[BTS.official.__]

He did a messy swat that unless she moved her paws would just barely hit her. His claws were sheathed anyways.

Cleopatra yawned a little bit bored.

[Mango]

Cleopatra yawned a little bit bored.
Bumblekit paused,” How are you tired?” He asked pausing his playing

[BTS.official.__]

Bumblekit paused,” How are you tired?” He asked pausing his playing


Cleopatra shook her head. "Bored."

[Mango]

Cleopatra shook her head. "Bored."
Bumblekit smirked,” How am I, the great Bumblestar, boring!” He laughed (he’ll be like this for a LONG time)

[BTS.official.__]

Bumblekit smirked,” How am I, the great Bumblestar, boring!” He laughed (he’ll be like this for a LONG time)

(XD)
"Can I be deputy?" she asked with a tilt of her head.

[lone]

The feeling was more than mutual,
and Milkweed was more than ready to assure Amberflame of that fact. Snorting softly at her self-motivating spiel, the bicoloured molly shook her head. There was so much... wrong about what the molly was saying. It was idealistic, it was naïve, it was everything that mildly annoyed Milkweed.

But she supposed it couldn't be helped. Some cats were just stuck in her ways, and she wouldn't let whatever prejudiced monologue play out in Amberflame's head without some surprises. If her previous assumptions were anything to go off of, Amberflame was probably going off what little evidence she had to assume that Milkweed was not of full Thunderclan heratige,
and the molly had guessed correctly, but no matter. Letting out a slightly jarred huff, she gathered her limbs from the untidy sprawl that they were previously in and stood up, exaggerating the action as to express her hesitance.

"Are you happy, now?" An irritable rumble made itself known amongst the whistle of the winds, and Milkweed dragged her claws through the dirt.
"Now I'm up, don't you have any other patronizing monologues on how I can do anything if I try?"

It would be a bit of an overstatement to say that Milkweed was actually angry at this stuck-up she-cat, but really she just wanted to be... left alone. Allowed to settle. Maybe weave some feathers into her nest, if she was feeling a little spicy. But now she had to-- against her will, even-- make herself get up and deal with... that. With the resigned expression of someone spurred into working harder, she looked Amberflame up and down again, still shivering nonetheless.
Had Amberflame been anyone else, she might have let the matter go right then. She might have allowed Milkweed's attitude to slide past, and walked away, satisfied that she had gotten yet another clanmate up on their lazy paws. But instead of being satisfied, her eyes narrowed and her tail began to lash in a way that clearly meant 'trouble' for the bicolored feline. "I'm pretty sure words of encouragement are wasted on your kind." The she cat scoffed, tilting her head in a way that she hoped would be condescending for the other cat. She knew the type - warriors whose hearts just weren't with their Clan. Amberflame prided herself on her hard work and dedication to her Clan, so to see a warrior just brushing it off... she wasn't going to lie. It stung a lot.

And it reflected badly on the Clan that Amberflame's family had loved so dearly, and that she loved even more. "Now then, don't you have something you could be doing? Or do you care to stand here and tell me my words are patronizing?" The she cat asked, her voice entering that almost - but not quite - mocking tone. She was quite irritated with Milkweed at the moment, wishing that she could get rid of the she cat. She wasn't one to back down first, however... she would wait until the she cat wished to leave. Her tail twitched angrily, and her eyes flashed as she watched the other cat. It would appear she was hardly "hitting it off" with the other cat. Whoever was under the impression that the Clan cats got along well together with cats from their own Clan was sadly mistaken. They couldn't be more wrong.

Amberflame felt bad for the cat who would end up as Milkweed's apprentice. What a sad young cat they would be, indeed. She could see them ending up just like their mentor, lazy and sitting around on a day when they could be doing something for their Clan. Amberflame's beliefs were, to say the least, strict. Not many cats followed them as closely as she did. She had wanted this for so long that she was determined to keep it as best she could. Even if that meant becoming unpopular with her clanmates. Thank goodness Milkweed wasn't in a position of power at the moment - right?


Snowpaw's ears lowered a little, knowing his mistake. He honestly didn't think he spoke too loud but it must have been that. As she got off him, he was staring directly at the spider or trying to. He shake his head, embarrassed. He looked up again, looking at Caliapaw. "I knew that, how could I have known it wasn't poisonous?" He realized how harsh he sounded, quickly adding. "Thanks though, I don't know how long I could stay still before it was gone. " Snowpaw said, licking his chest. Obviously he had tried to cover up his somewhat fear of spiders, he smiled warmly at his sister. "How it been?" He had said. Of course, he wouldn't push her to tell him everything that been happening. He pawed at the fallen leaf that had finally fall off his head, he shook the dirt out of his pelt before sitting down. His gaze followed when she glance around, Snowpaw was prepared if someone gave them a weird look to return it. What's so strange of siblings messing around? He was relieved that no one had gave them a weird look yet, he didn't want his sister to walk away because of it.
The blonde and white cat rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly at her brother's cover-up. She knew he was afraid of spiders - it wasn't the weirdest fear, or the most uncommon, but it made for quite the show when he did get scared. At his question, she sighed and seemed to melt a little bit, like she quite disliked the question. "It's been tiring," The medicine cat answered truthfully. What she didn't tell him was how scary it had been as well, and how emotionally exhausting - it wasn't just tiring, it was really, truly, completely exhausting. It took whatever she had and smashed it to bits. "And it's been - interesting, I guess." Worrying. Sleep-depriving. Makes it hard for me to come out here because I don't want attention. Caliapaw was not a cat who tried to be in the middle of things. She tried to stay out of them. She might be in the wrong job for that, but she hadn't chosen it for the attention - or the type of power that it gave her. She was here because she had loved the idea, and she had stayed in it because while Wheatfur was alive, she had loved it. He had given her a new type of understanding about how it worked. She wanted to raise awareness about how hard it was, and she would, just as soon as she could settle into the job better. "I guess it's just kind of different without Wheatfur here." She missed the tom, more then she ever admitted out loud. Soon she would go with Alabasterpaw and Starpaw and perhaps she could talk about their memories of the tom. She missed him, and she wanted his memory to be put at rest with her. She hadn't even seen him in her dreams yet, and that was another reason she missed him so much. It was stupid to think that maybe, just maybe, I would see... I mean, I would get to... Her thoughts trailed off and she curled her tail around her paws as a shield-type thing, glancing over at Snowpaw as she did so.

Quietpaw was not a cat who liked to be interrupted, even in thought, but even if she had not interrupted his thought it would not have changed the cold way he regarded her. Vixenkit was a kit he had meant two moons back, meaning he was still in kithood. He had actually been quite thrilled to have made a new "friend". He had been happy, and had actually began to look differently at all the other kits in the nursery. They were future friends to him. That was until he was told what her actual name was. Her name was not Oriolekit [Oriole was her sister's prefix.], it was Vixenkit. Which meant one thing. She had lied.

Quietpaw was a sweet cat, he didn't like to think that cats did terrible things, but he knew of his father, and everything his horrid family did. He knew of the way they treated cats who were different than them, and how all the she-cats stayed in the nursery all day. Simply boring. They were evil manipulating fools. And quite honestly Quietpaw wanted nothing to do with his family whatsoever. He didn't care what they said about their ways being right, he didn't care how his mother wanted to redeem herself to her kits, he just knew that despite the love he felt towards his family, even his parents, he had to hate them for the way they were. They had wronged him, his siblings, and in his fathers case everyone else. They should have mean nothing to him and Quietpaw knew that, but something made him love them in some way. It may have been the fact they were the only family he had ever had, or something impossible to explain. But whatever it was it made him want to deny the fact that some cats were just plain old bad. That some cats lied, and some cats used cats. That some cats killed, and some cats sought revenge. Some cats ignored their kits, and many other things so terrible Quietpaw would not even think them. Vixenkit was great compared to them, but that didn't change the fact that she had lied to him, about her own name.

He turned to face her with a cute yet rude look in his eyes. He tried his best to be nice and polite and kind towards every cat he ran into, but if Vixenkit wanted to get on his good side she was going to have to do something to prove she was worthy of it. For the one moon that he had known her true name he had told himself that if he ever ran into her [which he had not wanted to do] he would make her tell the truth. Vixenkit was no match for him, though he would never dream of hurting her. That was not his plan. His plan was to get her to tell him the truth. But he would do it trying his best to be kind and understand her, no matter how much he knew that he would fail. "I'm doing well, thank you, and it's Quietpaw." He started, for he did not believe in starting conversations negatively. "How are you, Oriolekit, or should I say Vixenkit?"

How stunned the she cat was only showed for an instant, her mouth working to try to find the words, before she masked this true surprise under fake surprise. Under a fake mask, she instantly became more confident. "Vixenkit? I think you're mixed up, Quietpaw. Vixenkit is my sister's name. I'm Oriolekit - don't you remember?" Whoever had told Quietpaw her real name was going to pay for this. She would see to it that they never got the chance to say her name again. She would ruin their social lives, tease them mercilessly, run them down under a back-breaking load of accusations. Some would be true, some false. Either way, when it came to things like this, Vixenkit was a cat to be feared. She had never had a true friend in her life. She had never experienced heartbreak in her life. She simply had been born to a Mother who surrounded her with things like this, and so she had grown up in a way that would make her believe it was normal to act this way.

However, from the way Quietpaw looked, he wasn't too pleased that she had lied about her identity before, when they had met. How to get his trust back? That was a mystery the she cat was still working on solving. Right now she was completely tongue-tied, trying to worm her way out of something that she should have never gotten caught in. She should have been free from things like this! She should've been able to easily worm her way out of something like this, except she was at a loss for words when it came to an excuse. "Congratulations on the apprenticeship, by the way. It's quite the accomplishment, becoming an apprentice, isn't it? And - you know, who's your mentor? I don't believe I was present at your ceremony." This wasn't a lie - Vixenkit had watched from a distance, and had missed a great deal of it altogether, so she was pretty sure that she was free to say that. Besides, Quietpaw would have no way of knowing whether it was a lie or not.

She was a born liar, this was something that she was quite skilled at and, sadly, prided herself on being skilled at. It was almost like she felt she had been born to lie. Vixenkit was quite certain that lying was one of the only things she would ever be good at. Right now, she wasn't good at making friends when she was being herself. Hiding behind the mask of posing as her sibling Oriolekit, it was perfect. Of course, Vixenkit was pretty sure her masquerade would have to end when her apprentice ceremony commenced. She would be known as Vixenpaw then, and having never heard Oriolekit's name (nobody ever would hear that name at an apprentice ceremony, because Oriolekit had disappeared leaving behind a distraught Beetlekit and an indifferent Vixenkit) she would never be able to masquerade as Oriolepaw.

Perhaps there was a new name she could make up for herself, but it would take some convincing and it would be hard. At least she wouldn't go under her real name. The name that she didn't want to go under. She could change it, but then she still wouldn't be someone else. That would become her real name and everyone would know it. What a shame Vixenkit couldn't just... become Oriolekit. They would never approve of that, but since they were gone, it really didn't matter. Did it?

[oats]

Had Amberflame been anyone else, she might have let the matter go right then. She might have allowed Milkweed's attitude to slide past, and walked away, satisfied that she had gotten yet another clanmate up on their lazy paws. But instead of being satisfied, her eyes narrowed and her tail began to lash in a way that clearly meant 'trouble' for the bicolored feline. "I'm pretty sure words of encouragement are wasted on your kind." The she cat scoffed, tilting her head in a way that she hoped would be condescending for the other cat. She knew the type - warriors whose hearts just weren't with their Clan. Amberflame prided herself on her hard work and dedication to her Clan, so to see a warrior just brushing it off... she wasn't going to lie. It stung a lot.

And it reflected badly on the Clan that Amberflame's family had loved so dearly, and that she loved even more. "Now then, don't you have something you could be doing? Or do you care to stand here and tell me my words are patronizing?" The she cat asked, her voice entering that almost - but not quite - mocking tone. She was quite irritated with Milkweed at the moment, wishing that she could get rid of the she cat. She wasn't one to back down first, however... she would wait until the she cat wished to leave. Her tail twitched angrily, and her eyes flashed as she watched the other cat. It would appear she was hardly "hitting it off" with the other cat. Whoever was under the impression that the Clan cats got along well together with cats from their own Clan was sadly mistaken. They couldn't be more wrong.

Amberflame felt bad for the cat who would end up as Milkweed's apprentice. What a sad young cat they would be, indeed. She could see them ending up just like their mentor, lazy and sitting around on a day when they could be doing something for their Clan. Amberflame's beliefs were, to say the least, strict. Not many cats followed them as closely as she did. She had wanted this for so long that she was determined to keep it as best she could. Even if that meant becoming unpopular with her clanmates. Thank goodness Milkweed wasn't in a position of power at the moment - right?


This seemed rich, coming from a cat like her. Milkweed raised a lip over one of her fangs, eyes narrowing with practiced ease. Amberflame seemed hell-bent on getting a reaction out of her. “My kind?” She repeated those words alone-- they were the ones most in need of scrutiny, of constantly referring back to every time she laid eyes on the thick-furred molly. Her heart belonged to no-one; the only time she gave it over to her own had resulted in events more disastrous than she could ever imagine. Constant prodding and examination was something that she had gotten far too used to, but the cold claw of-- shame? Embarrassment? Whatever it was, it pressed much farther than she was comfortable with. Amberflame couldn’t be ‘hurt’ by her defiance. If she was, that was her problem for growing up with a weak skin.

Tail lashing, Milkweed raised her head, feeling a tightness in her chest that was predictable, at the very least. This she-cat wasn’t the smartest out of all of Thunderclan, was she? The blind faith, the weak replies, the fact that she didn’t get the message to leave Milkweed alone was probably it. It had to be, didn’t it? “You’re not my leader,” she merely replied. “I know your kind. Do you know why you’re not already a deputy? Behaving what you believe to be a ‘noble, pure warrior’ will net you almost no status in this life, because.. Well. You’ve probably heard this before, haven’t you? Nobody likes a busybody. I’m not going anywhere, because unlike you, I don’t have to go anywhere to give my life any meaning. I already know what I am, and where I’m going to be. Deluding myself with power fantasies doesn’t sound like the best hobby, huh?”

Exaggeratedly, she laid back down, practically sinking into the forest floor this time. “Cats like you are what make Clan life unlivable. Now, since you’ve got dung-for-brains, could you please--” Here, she took a deep breath. “Leave me alone? Maybe?”

[lone]

This seemed rich, coming from a cat like her. Milkweed raised a lip over one of her fangs, eyes narrowing with practiced ease. Amberflame seemed hell-bent on getting a reaction out of her. “My kind?” She repeated those words alone-- they were the ones most in need of scrutiny, of constantly referring back to every time she laid eyes on the thick-furred molly. Her heart belonged to no-one; the only time she gave it over to her own had resulted in events more disastrous than she could ever imagine. Constant prodding and examination was something that she had gotten far too used to, but the cold claw of-- shame? Embarrassment? Whatever it was, it pressed much farther than she was comfortable with. Amberflame couldn’t be ‘hurt’ by her defiance. If she was, that was her problem for growing up with a weak skin.

Tail lashing, Milkweed raised her head, feeling a tightness in her chest that was predictable, at the very least. This she-cat wasn’t the smartest out of all of Thunderclan, was she? The blind faith, the weak replies, the fact that she didn’t get the message to leave Milkweed alone was probably it. It had to be, didn’t it? “You’re not my leader,” she merely replied. “I know your kind. Do you know why you’re not already a deputy? Behaving what you believe to be a ‘noble, pure warrior’ will net you almost no status in this life, because.. Well. You’ve probably heard this before, haven’t you? Nobody likes a busybody. I’m not going anywhere, because unlike you, I don’t have to go anywhere to give my life any meaning. I already know what I am, and where I’m going to be. Deluding myself with power fantasies doesn’t sound like the best hobby, huh?”

Exaggeratedly, she laid back down, practically sinking into the forest floor this time. “Cats like you are what make Clan life unlivable. Now, since you’ve got dung-for-brains, could you please--” Here, she took a deep breath. “Leave me alone? Maybe?”
Taking on a defensive stance, just in case she would need it, Amberflame's eyes narrowed and her own fangs showed in an angry snarl. "Think carefully about what you want to say next." She growled in a low voice, her tail twitching back and forth in anger. If only she had been someone else in that moment. If only she had known when enough was enough, and when to back down, and when her opponent was beaten. But she wasn't someone else, she was herself. There was never enough. Milkweed clearly wasn't beaten, either, because she went on a rant about Amberflame and her kind. The multicolored she cat couldn't deny that the other cat's words stung, but she also couldn't deny that she was furious with Amberflame at the moment. A furious expression crossed her face, and she looked just about ready to lash out at Milkweed. Instead of doing so, however, she remained in her defensive stance.

She would NOT attack a clanmate... the last time she had done that had been during the Evil Era, and she had sworn that she would never do it again. She never wanted to do it again. "I'm not trying to be deputy, mouse-brain! I never said I was, and you have no right to assume that just because I work hard and I'm loyal to my Clan that I want to be deputy. I want to serve my Clan - that's it." The she cat hissed, her eyes snapping angrily, tail unconciously lashing behind her as she glared at Milkweed. She was really upset with the other she cat at the moment, and she was planning on doing her best to try and ignore her in this current state. Amberflame's eyes flashed, but as Milkweed settled back down, she lowered her defensive stance.

Her muscles were still tensed and ready to spring if she really needed to, but at least she appeared calmer then before. "Fine. Right." Her stance became rigid, her features looking like they had been set in stone, and she took a breath. Her expression changed slightly to become curious, not quite overly so, however. With a deep breath, Amberflame squared her shoulders and turned to pad away before she froze. Did this mean that - that Milkweed had won their argument? Because, if so... oh HELL no. Amberflame was not going down without a good fight. One that she would ultimately win.



A grey tom entered the clearing, his eyes carefully sweeping it like he was the king, like he had nowhere better to be. This was his kingdom. This was his Clan. He might not lead, but he was still the type of tom who wasn't afraid to offer his opinion every once in a while. No one turned to look at him, yet he might as well have been commanding their presence with the way he walked. It was not quite stiff, but sophisticated - he had the gait of someone who was looking for somewhere to go. His eyes met the gazes of his clanmates who did turn and give him questioning looks, but their thoughts were to remain their own - Stonegazer said nothing to any of them. He remained stiff, padding along with a calm expression on his features.

When he settled down, his tail almost automatically curled around his paws, without him having to think about it. There was no movement anywhere on his cold features. It was no wonder this tom was called Stonegazer - his eyes did indeed seem to be made of stone, as did the rest of his body. Now, Stonegazer was simply a cat who did not often involve a lot in small talk. If he had something to say, he said it. Something that he needed to get off his mind? He would introduce himself, do whatever amount of annoying small-talk seemed polite, then transfer into the thing that was really bothering him. His eyes continued flitting around the clearing, never changing expression, never growing wider or narrower.

Nothing fazed him; nothing surprised him. It was as though everything was as it should be. He was oblivious to the angry conversations of cats, or the loving comments... though what would appear to be a trick of the light was in fact Stonegazer's expression softening as it landed on two young kits playing a game. It felt like so long ago that he had been a kit in the nursery himself. It had been around thirty moons, he wasn't sure of the exact time - he was around 35 moons old. How long it had been since he had enjoyed a good game.

Warriors should not conduct themselves in such a manner. They should be calm, sturdy, stone-like warriors who were unfazed, unstartled by everyday occurances. They should be warriors like Stonegazer himself.

tinyalienboy

[Mango]

(XD)
"Can I be deputy?" she asked with a tilt of her head.
He purred,” Deputies have clan names, but I’ll make an exception for you.” He teased Can a deputy have a name like Cleopatra? I don’t know...

[BTS.official.__]

He purred,” Deputies have clan names, but I’ll make an exception for you.” He teased Can a deputy have a name like Cleopatra? I don’t know...


Cleopatra narrowed her eyes but didnt speak for sometime.

[wolfie]

Had Amberflame been anyone else, she might have let the matter go right then. She might have allowed Milkweed's attitude to slide past, and walked away, satisfied that she had gotten yet another clanmate up on their lazy paws. But instead of being satisfied, her eyes narrowed and her tail began to lash in a way that clearly meant 'trouble' for the bicolored feline. "I'm pretty sure words of encouragement are wasted on your kind." The she cat scoffed, tilting her head in a way that she hoped would be condescending for the other cat. She knew the type - warriors whose hearts just weren't with their Clan. Amberflame prided herself on her hard work and dedication to her Clan, so to see a warrior just brushing it off... she wasn't going to lie. It stung a lot.

And it reflected badly on the Clan that Amberflame's family had loved so dearly, and that she loved even more. "Now then, don't you have something you could be doing? Or do you care to stand here and tell me my words are patronizing?" The she cat asked, her voice entering that almost - but not quite - mocking tone. She was quite irritated with Milkweed at the moment, wishing that she could get rid of the she cat. She wasn't one to back down first, however... she would wait until the she cat wished to leave. Her tail twitched angrily, and her eyes flashed as she watched the other cat. It would appear she was hardly "hitting it off" with the other cat. Whoever was under the impression that the Clan cats got along well together with cats from their own Clan was sadly mistaken. They couldn't be more wrong.

Amberflame felt bad for the cat who would end up as Milkweed's apprentice. What a sad young cat they would be, indeed. She could see them ending up just like their mentor, lazy and sitting around on a day when they could be doing something for their Clan. Amberflame's beliefs were, to say the least, strict. Not many cats followed them as closely as she did. She had wanted this for so long that she was determined to keep it as best she could. Even if that meant becoming unpopular with her clanmates. Thank goodness Milkweed wasn't in a position of power at the moment - right?


The blonde and white cat rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly at her brother's cover-up. She knew he was afraid of spiders - it wasn't the weirdest fear, or the most uncommon, but it made for quite the show when he did get scared. At his question, she sighed and seemed to melt a little bit, like she quite disliked the question. "It's been tiring," The medicine cat answered truthfully. What she didn't tell him was how scary it had been as well, and how emotionally exhausting - it wasn't just tiring, it was really, truly, completely exhausting. It took whatever she had and smashed it to bits. "And it's been - interesting, I guess." Worrying. Sleep-depriving. Makes it hard for me to come out here because I don't want attention. Caliapaw was not a cat who tried to be in the middle of things. She tried to stay out of them. She might be in the wrong job for that, but she hadn't chosen it for the attention - or the type of power that it gave her. She was here because she had loved the idea, and she had stayed in it because while Wheatfur was alive, she had loved it. He had given her a new type of understanding about how it worked. She wanted to raise awareness about how hard it was, and she would, just as soon as she could settle into the job better. "I guess it's just kind of different without Wheatfur here." She missed the tom, more then she ever admitted out loud. Soon she would go with Alabasterpaw and Starpaw and perhaps she could talk about their memories of the tom. She missed him, and she wanted his memory to be put at rest with her. She hadn't even seen him in her dreams yet, and that was another reason she missed him so much. It was stupid to think that maybe, just maybe, I would see... I mean, I would get to... Her thoughts trailed off and she curled her tail around her paws as a shield-type thing, glancing over at Snowpaw as she did so.

How stunned the she cat was only showed for an instant, her mouth working to try to find the words, before she masked this true surprise under fake surprise. Under a fake mask, she instantly became more confident. "Vixenkit? I think you're mixed up, Quietpaw. Vixenkit is my sister's name. I'm Oriolekit - don't you remember?" Whoever had told Quietpaw her real name was going to pay for this. She would see to it that they never got the chance to say her name again. She would ruin their social lives, tease them mercilessly, run them down under a back-breaking load of accusations. Some would be true, some false. Either way, when it came to things like this, Vixenkit was a cat to be feared. She had never had a true friend in her life. She had never experienced heartbreak in her life. She simply had been born to a Mother who surrounded her with things like this, and so she had grown up in a way that would make her believe it was normal to act this way.

However, from the way Quietpaw looked, he wasn't too pleased that she had lied about her identity before, when they had met. How to get his trust back? That was a mystery the she cat was still working on solving. Right now she was completely tongue-tied, trying to worm her way out of something that she should have never gotten caught in. She should have been free from things like this! She should've been able to easily worm her way out of something like this, except she was at a loss for words when it came to an excuse. "Congratulations on the apprenticeship, by the way. It's quite the accomplishment, becoming an apprentice, isn't it? And - you know, who's your mentor? I don't believe I was present at your ceremony." This wasn't a lie - Vixenkit had watched from a distance, and had missed a great deal of it altogether, so she was pretty sure that she was free to say that. Besides, Quietpaw would have no way of knowing whether it was a lie or not.

She was a born liar, this was something that she was quite skilled at and, sadly, prided herself on being skilled at. It was almost like she felt she had been born to lie. Vixenkit was quite certain that lying was one of the only things she would ever be good at. Right now, she wasn't good at making friends when she was being herself. Hiding behind the mask of posing as her sibling Oriolekit, it was perfect. Of course, Vixenkit was pretty sure her masquerade would have to end when her apprentice ceremony commenced. She would be known as Vixenpaw then, and having never heard Oriolekit's name (nobody ever would hear that name at an apprentice ceremony, because Oriolekit had disappeared leaving behind a distraught Beetlekit and an indifferent Vixenkit) she would never be able to masquerade as Oriolepaw.

Perhaps there was a new name she could make up for herself, but it would take some convincing and it would be hard. At least she wouldn't go under her real name. The name that she didn't want to go under. She could change it, but then she still wouldn't be someone else. That would become her real name and everyone would know it. What a shame Vixenkit couldn't just... become Oriolekit. They would never approve of that, but since they were gone, it really didn't matter. Did it?


Snowpaw listened in, his tail tip flickered with interested. He let out a small chuckle, "I guess everything is tiring. Make sure to take care of yourself, please." He said. He could see the tired look in her eye, he felt a bit selfish for her to spend her break with him. He was happy she did, though. He did have a strong dislike for the rank Medince cat, however he wouldn't dare tell Caliapaw that. He was mad that it caused her grief and it was stressing. Sometimes he wondered why Wheatfur offered it to his sister, but Snowpaw knew she was happy about it so he was too. It doesn't mean he likes it, though. However Snowpaw didn't feel he had a right to complain, the clan rely on her just like they did on Passionblaze and Snowstar. He didn't press on, even if he wanted to know more. "Interesting? Hopefully the fun kind of interesting." Snowpaw said, trying to lighten the mood. He wouldn't lie it seem a bit awkward, "It really is. Isn't it?" He said truefully. He could tell that it was different because even if he barely knew the tom and disliked him a little, Snowpaw didn't think he should have died. He offered a reassuring smile, "You hungry? I already ate but I'm sure I can find the best piece of prey!" He challenged. Apprentices running to the fresh-kill was normal, never seen a challenge? Snowpaw remembered his sister disliked attention and he knew that would bring some. Pausing, "Or we can just go out camp. Not as loud, you know?" He just guessed that the camp was loud for some cats. It didn't seem to him, though. Plus it be a bit fun to go outside the camp. The apprentice looked at the entrance for a mere second before returning his gaze to Caliapaw. Going outside the camp is always a break from responsibilities! That is what she needs, I think. Snowpaw rolled his shoulders a little, growing a bit restless from where he sat. The talk wasn't boring but he really didn't want to stay in one place, it was distracting.

[Mango]

Cleopatra narrowed her eyes but didnt speak for sometime.
Bumblekit waved his tail around,” As leader, I order the deputy to do apprentice duties.” He purred then paused What has my deputy done...,” For being a good deputy that is.” He bust into loud laughter and started rolling on the ground at his own joke.

[BTS.official.__]

Bumblekit waved his tail around,” As leader, I order the deputy to do apprentice duties.” He purred then paused What has my deputy done...,” For being a good deputy that is.” He bust into loud laughter and started rolling on the ground at his own joke.

Cleopatra just stared at him then shook her head. "I don't think you know what being a good leader is, Bumble."

[Mango]

Cleopatra just stared at him then shook her head. "I don't think you know what being a good leader is, Bumble."
He chuckle Atleast I was clanborn, unlike you. but he had enough sense not to say it,” Atleast...Atleast..I am a funny tom not a prim and proper she-cat like you.” He teased (I wanted to say tom, but he’s not sexist)

[Edmia]

Blackkit lay lazily outside the nursery, observing everyone as they went by. He still wasn’t used to so many cats and still felt like an outsider. So much movement...ugh He rolled over onto his back and looked up at the clouds. I wonder if Poppy can see me?... eh who am I kidding, no way. She is dead.
He closed his eyes. I hated how mother always adored her more than me, coddling her. The taste of her blood was so sweet...and mother got what she deserved. Sighing, he opened his eyes. He wanted more blood. Why did he have to stay in this stupid camp? He knew how to hunt, he had to for the moon after his mother kicked him out. Blood always tasted better than milk. Mad-Hatter


https://black-warriorsonline-profile.weebly.com/thunderclan.html

[lio]

A grey tom entered the clearing, his eyes carefully sweeping it like he was the king, like he had nowhere better to be. This was his kingdom. This was his Clan. He might not lead, but he was still the type of tom who wasn't afraid to offer his opinion every once in a while. No one turned to look at him, yet he might as well have been commanding their presence with the way he walked. It was not quite stiff, but sophisticated - he had the gait of someone who was looking for somewhere to go. His eyes met the gazes of his clanmates who did turn and give him questioning looks, but their thoughts were to remain their own - Stonegazer said nothing to any of them. He remained stiff, padding along with a calm expression on his features.

When he settled down, his tail almost automatically curled around his paws, without him having to think about it. There was no movement anywhere on his cold features. It was no wonder this tom was called Stonegazer - his eyes did indeed seem to be made of stone, as did the rest of his body. Now, Stonegazer was simply a cat who did not often involve a lot in small talk. If he had something to say, he said it. Something that he needed to get off his mind? He would introduce himself, do whatever amount of annoying small-talk seemed polite, then transfer into the thing that was really bothering him. His eyes continued flitting around the clearing, never changing expression, never growing wider or narrower.

Nothing fazed him; nothing surprised him. It was as though everything was as it should be. He was oblivious to the angry conversations of cats, or the loving comments... though what would appear to be a trick of the light was in fact Stonegazer's expression softening as it landed on two young kits playing a game. It felt like so long ago that he had been a kit in the nursery himself. It had been around thirty moons, he wasn't sure of the exact time - he was around 35 moons old. How long it had been since he had enjoyed a good game.

Warriors should not conduct themselves in such a manner. They should be calm, sturdy, stone-like warriors who were unfazed, unstartled by everyday occurances. They should be warriors like Stonegazer himself.

tinyalienboy

on his side, an off-white tom lay asleep within the shadows of the camp. a familiar scent wafted to his nostrils, forcing him awake. powdernose lifted his head and searched the camp, vision still blurry from his nap. the groggy feline flicked his tail and resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the posture of stonegazer. he stood and began to groom his cotton-like fur with delicate strokes of his tongue.
warriors should be cautious of the dangers within each clan, yes, but sometimes it was okay to just relax. too much stress can have great consequences. powdernose knew this, saving his energy for battles and the rare times he does practice his skills. that is what made him the complete opposite of stonegazer— the stoney tom was always thoughtful, staying stiff and stern. powdernose kept himself relaxed and carefree, unless he is needed to battle.
even though they were alike in very little ways, powdernose looked up to stonegazer. admired him, even. but they would never get along. the other would not approve of his way to live in clan life, and would call him lazy, just as everyone else did. only his friends really understood.
shaking his head, the tom padded closer to stonegazer. he hoped to stay out of sight, not wanting to face the humiliation of being a twenty-nine-moons old warrior following another tom. powdernose would like to stray from accusations of having feelings towards stonegazer— which he didn't have, of course!
once deemed close enough, the powdery feline sat down and attempted to blend in with the shadows. the attempt was proven futile as his pelt stood out like snow among the darkness.
please don't find me, he begged, blue eyes upturning towards starclan and tail flicking apprehensively.

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He chuckle Atleast I was clanborn, unlike you. but he had enough sense not to say it,” Atleast...Atleast..I am a funny tom not a prim and proper she-cat like you.” He teased (I wanted to say tom, but he’s not sexist)


"Mama says beauty is everything." she meowed with a narrow of her china-blue eyes. "Plus, I don't want to get my pelt dirty." she flashed her eyes on him.

[Mango]

"Mama says beauty is everything." she meowed with a narrow of her china-blue eyes. "Plus, I don't want to get my pelt dirty." she flashed her eyes on him.
He snorted,” Mothers can be wrong. Being able to survive is everything. And you ccan clean your pelt!” He meowed demonstarted by grooming a patch on his own pelt.

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He snorted,” Mothers can be wrong. Being able to survive is everything. And you ccan clean your pelt!” He meowed demonstarted by grooming a patch on his own pelt.


Cleopatra rolled her eyes then shook her pelt out.

[Queenie]

Rosebelly's sharp senses picked up a cat's tail dragging on the floor. Rosebelly looked over, mid tongue swipe, and frowned. Clearly, Ivorythorn wanted something. Rosebelly raised her head from her grooming, and stared at Ivorythorn. Her sister flopped onto a log, and made a miserable sounding statement. Ivorythorn winked at her, causing Rosebelly to smile and roll her eyes. Her sister batted her eyes, and leaned towards her. Rosebelly stood up and pretended to be worried. "Oh no! What can I do for you? Hummm let's see," she gasped. Rosebelly's first thought was hunting, but her mind instantly changed to something else. After her freak out, she didn't want anything to do with the forest for a while. "How about.. a game of moss ball? I've missed playing that," she offered, eye twinkling mischeivously. Rosebelly was always good at moss ball, so this would be perfect in outshining her fabulous sister.
Queenie
Ivorythorn looked at her paw snootily her eyes rolling at the kitties statement. "Please Rosebelly - I have played mossball in over thirty moons!" How on earth could her sister even THINK that the warrior would ever stoop so low. Ivorythorn rolled over off the log landing gracefully and licking her chest. She stood staring at Rosebelly trying to wipe her sisters smirk off her face. It was kind of obnoxious. "I mean seriously Rosebelly! Do you think I'm a kit!" she laughed at the belittling comment. A mischievous glint sparked in her eyes. Ivorythorn had heard about how sometimes Rosebelly freaked out when out in the forest, which Ivorythorn of course had to see! What a pleasant source of easy entertainment. Even a bonus! Ivorythorn could sit there and laugh as Rosebelly turned terrified of absolutely nothing! Ivorythorn purred sweetly, "oh Rosebelly.... how about we take a walk? The forest is nice this time of leaf-bare JUST before the snow. Its not that cold just yet..." She leaned in hoping Rosebelly would oblige.

[Mango]

Cleopatra rolled her eyes then shook her pelt out.
Bumble(bee)kit snorted,” She-cats are so obsessed with their fur.” He teased.

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Bumble(bee)kit snorted,” She-cats are so obsessed with their fur.” He teased.



Cleopatra rolled her eyes. "Because we have to look good, okay?"

[Mango]

Cleopatra rolled her eyes. "Because we have to look good, okay?"
Bumblekit snorted,”handsome toms don’t obsess over their fur.” He pointed out.

[Liekki]

Blackkit lay lazily outside the nursery, observing everyone as they went by. He still wasn’t used to so many cats and still felt like an outsider. So much movement...ugh He rolled over onto his back and looked up at the clouds. I wonder if Poppy can see me?... eh who am I kidding, no way. She is dead.
He closed his eyes. I hated how mother always adored her more than me, coddling her. The taste of her blood was so sweet...and mother got what she deserved. Sighing, he opened his eyes. He wanted more blood. Why did he have to stay in this stupid camp? He knew how to hunt, he had to for the moon after his mother kicked him out. Blood always tasted better than milk. Mad-Hatter


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Darkrose quietly walked behind her adopted kit, worried about his behavior. Lately, he had seemed... different. He had always seemed different from the other kits she had seen. Not that she regretted adopting the kit, but she was curious. She decided to talk to him about his bloodthirsty behaviors. "Uh..." she took a second to decide what she should call him, "Blackkit. I... is everything alright? You seem on-edge lately. Are you okay?" her heart beat quickly. She was not normally this nervous, but parenting was harder than it looked. She shifted uncomfortably onto her other paw, waiting for his sure-to-be-sassy answer. Darkrose's eyes stared into the kit's eyes, seeing a dark humor within them. One that shouldn't exist in a kit. She suddenly felt scared. She considered herself silly, after all, who could be scared of a kit? But she had never met a kit like this before. She gulped, the pads of her paws sweating.

[lone]

Snowpaw listened in, his tail tip flickered with interested. He let out a small chuckle, "I guess everything is tiring. Make sure to take care of yourself, please." He said. He could see the tired look in her eye, he felt a bit selfish for her to spend her break with him. He was happy she did, though. He did have a strong dislike for the rank Medince cat, however he wouldn't dare tell Caliapaw that. He was mad that it caused her grief and it was stressing. Sometimes he wondered why Wheatfur offered it to his sister, but Snowpaw knew she was happy about it so he was too. It doesn't mean he likes it, though. However Snowpaw didn't feel he had a right to complain, the clan rely on her just like they did on Passionblaze and Snowstar. He didn't press on, even if he wanted to know more. "Interesting? Hopefully the fun kind of interesting." Snowpaw said, trying to lighten the mood. He wouldn't lie it seem a bit awkward, "It really is. Isn't it?" He said truefully. He could tell that it was different because even if he barely knew the tom and disliked him a little, Snowpaw didn't think he should have died. He offered a reassuring smile, "You hungry? I already ate but I'm sure I can find the best piece of prey!" He challenged. Apprentices running to the fresh-kill was normal, never seen a challenge? Snowpaw remembered his sister disliked attention and he knew that would bring some. Pausing, "Or we can just go out camp. Not as loud, you know?" He just guessed that the camp was loud for some cats. It didn't seem to him, though. Plus it be a bit fun to go outside the camp. The apprentice looked at the entrance for a mere second before returning his gaze to Caliapaw. Going outside the camp is always a break from responsibilities! That is what she needs, I think. Snowpaw rolled his shoulders a little, growing a bit restless from where he sat. The talk wasn't boring but he really didn't want to stay in one place, it was distracting.
A slight chuckle escaped the feline's maw at her brother's concern. It was almost ironic, him telling her to take care of herself - wasn't that her job, to take care of other cats? Caliapaw's grief had been almost too great for her to really "take care of herself..." but she wouldn't tell Snowpaw that. She had been at least keeping herself alive, if that was what he was talking about, anyways. "I'll take care of myself, promise." She smiled at him weakly, trying to keep the truths of her worries and grief keeping her from being able to socialize or eat reguarly. Perhaps she would tell someone; she had better figure it out on her own soon or tell someone, at any rate, because if she did neither, she would eventually destroy herself from the inside out.


And Caliapaw knew enough to know that that wasn't good. She had briefly considered taking some of the herbs that were meant for emotional pain, for there were a few herbs to help with that sort of thing. Chamomile especially would help with depression, which wouldn't be a bad idea at the moment. However, they were low on that, and until herb stores were back up, Caliapaw would just have to deal with things on her own. She smirked a little at Snowpaw's question about it being the "fun" type of interesting, and decided not to answer that - there wasn't really a good answer. Not one that she wanted to go on about, anyways. "Oh - I'm not really hungry, thanks though, Snowpaw." It was true... at the moment, the she cat didn't feel hungry. Besides, she didn't want to take up his challenge. Cats would talk. Cats would stare.


Caliapaw didn't want either. The problem with having friends, and being the medicine cat, was that you became the center of gossip. Anyone who had a connection to a higher rank could just as easily become that center of gossip. Even if you just had friends, they would talk about you, and word got around about things. At least the cats Caliapaw trusted would never betray her. Not as far as she knew, anyways. Whatever she told them would remain there. Realizing that this was Snowpaw she was talking to, her brother, who wouldn't make a big deal of things and embarrass her, she heaved a sigh and shifted her weight some.


"If I'm being honest, I haven't really been hungry for a while." His offer to leave camp perked her attention, but she had been tired lately and at the moment, felt more like staying in the camp. "I think I'll stay here for now, thanks, Snowpaw. Just in case something comes up." That was part of it, too. If something came up - Caliapaw wanted to be nearby to make sure she was in time this time.

on his side, an off-white tom lay asleep within the shadows of the camp. a familiar scent wafted to his nostrils, forcing him awake. powdernose lifted his head and searched the camp, vision still blurry from his nap. the groggy feline flicked his tail and resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the posture of stonegazer. he stood and began to groom his cotton-like fur with delicate strokes of his tongue.
warriors should be cautious of the dangers within each clan, yes, but sometimes it was okay to just relax. too much stress can have great consequences. powdernose knew this, saving his energy for battles and the rare times he does practice his skills. that is what made him the complete opposite of stonegazer— the stoney tom was always thoughtful, staying stiff and stern. powdernose kept himself relaxed and carefree, unless he is needed to battle.
even though they were alike in very little ways, powdernose looked up to stonegazer. admired him, even. but they would never get along. the other would not approve of his way to live in clan life, and would call him lazy, just as everyone else did. only his friends really understood.
shaking his head, the tom padded closer to stonegazer. he hoped to stay out of sight, not wanting to face the humiliation of being a twenty-nine-moons old warrior following another tom. powdernose would like to stray from accusations of having feelings towards stonegazer— which he didn't have, of course!
once deemed close enough, the powdery feline sat down and attempted to blend in with the shadows. the attempt was proven futile as his pelt stood out like snow among the darkness.
please don't find me, he begged, blue eyes upturning towards starclan and tail flicking apprehensively.
The seemingly kingly tom continued to scan the clearing. Of course, Powdernose escaped his gaze originally - he wasn't really looking very closely, even though that was how it appeared. When he turned back around for his gaze to scan the other way, his eyes landed on the snowy-colored tom. For a moment he let his eyes rest there, his gaze never softening, but rather inquisitive as though asking what on earth the other tom was doing in the darkness. Eventually he turned away, his tail flicking in an inviting manner, offering for the cat to come and join him, but this only lasted a few moments before he turned back around, twisting his back so that he could look more easily at Powerdernose. "Can I help you?" He hadn't been aware of the cat following him, but he was almost insanely mindful of where the tom was at the moment.


He knew of the other tom - and while laziness was not to be rewarded, he did have to admit, the other cat generally looked more comfortable. And, while you would never catch Stonegazer sharing the more relaxed state of Powdernose, there's a chance you would see his muscles loosening just the slightest bit and his royal stance relaxing so that he even slumped some. Of course, he remained just as alert and powerful as always. He was a middle-aged warrior, or getting close to it, and he was looking forward to being a more respected member of the Clan. He was older then their leader - how he felt about that, he wasn't sure.


Stonegazer supposed a young cat could have good ideas just as much as an older cat could, and he approved of the way that Snowstar led the Clan, with her deputy Passionblaze - whom he was also older than. Stonegazer's eyes remained fixated on the other tom, never looking away, in a way that was almost irritating, if you were made uncomfortable by being stared at. He had never had the strongest idea of what other cats' comfort zones were. He couldn't know that how emotionless he appeared would unsettle others. And while he was far from emotionless, his features and stance generally appeared that way. Or if not emotionless, at least like his emotions were carefully regulated.

[BTS.official.__]

Bumblekit snorted,”handsome toms don’t obsess over their fur.” He pointed out.


"Because toms are different then she-cats, Bumble." she meowed not using his full name but only half of his name.

[Edmia]

Darkrose quietly walked behind her adopted kit, worried about his behavior. Lately, he had seemed... different. He had always seemed different from the other kits she had seen. Not that she regretted adopting the kit, but she was curious. She decided to talk to him about his bloodthirsty behaviors. "Uh..." she took a second to decide what she should call him, "Blackkit. I... is everything alright? You seem on-edge lately. Are you okay?" her heart beat quickly. She was not normally this nervous, but parenting was harder than it looked. She shifted uncomfortably onto her other paw, waiting for his sure-to-be-sassy answer. Darkrose's eyes stared into the kit's eyes, seeing a dark humor within them. One that shouldn't exist in a kit. She suddenly felt scared. She considered herself silly, after all, who could be scared of a kit? But she had never met a kit like this before. She gulped, the pads of her paws sweating.

Blackkit looked at Darkrose, his adoptive mother. Her worrying about him made him feel uneasy, his mother never did it to him. He couldn’t quite decide to be annoyed or grateful. “I’m fine.” He said with a grunt. He averted her gaze. The kit was very uncomfortable with the attention, but wasn’t this what he always wanted? Give her a chance...not everyone is like Poppy or mother... “I was just remembering life outside the camp...” He muttered, trying hard not to sound gruff, but it slipped. He was just used to not caring. Why try...?
(I think I’m gonna have him have like a tough love with Darkrose, her being one of the only people he will not be cold to. However he is gonna have a hard time showing this love)

[Liekki]

Blackkit looked at Darkrose, his adoptive mother. Her worrying about him made him feel uneasy, his mother never did it to him. He couldn’t quite decide to be annoyed or grateful. “I’m fine.” He said with a grunt. He averted her gaze. The kit was very uncomfortable with the attention, but wasn’t this what he always wanted? Give her a chance...not everyone is like Poppy or mother... “I was just remembering life outside the camp...” He muttered, trying hard not to sound gruff, but it slipped. He was just used to not caring. Why try...?
(I think I’m gonna have him have like a tough love with Darkrose, her being one of the only people he will not be cold to. However he is gonna have a hard time showing this love)
"Oh," she said awkwardly. The young kit sounded like an old tom. His emotions matured most likely from past hardships. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked. She understood how past experiences could heavily affect a cat's future. She remembered her sister's incident and how she was never the same. A similar situation must have happened to the young cat. Darkrose couldn't help but wonder what it was like outside of a clan. It was hard to imagine a world without any order or hierarchy. It must be chaotic outside of these well-organized clans. I feel quite sorry for the kit. His thirst for blood no doubt triggered by an intense desire for survival. Hunt or be hunted, I suppose. Darkkit's attitude still made Darkrose's stomach flip, but she was kind towards the young tom in hopes of a better relationship.

[Role]

Ivorythorn looked at her paw snootily her eyes rolling at the kitties statement. "Please Rosebelly - I have played mossball in over thirty moons!" How on earth could her sister even THINK that the warrior would ever stoop so low. Ivorythorn rolled over off the log landing gracefully and licking her chest. She stood staring at Rosebelly trying to wipe her sisters smirk off her face. It was kind of obnoxious. "I mean seriously Rosebelly! Do you think I'm a kit!" she laughed at the belittling comment. A mischievous glint sparked in her eyes. Ivorythorn had heard about how sometimes Rosebelly freaked out when out in the forest, which Ivorythorn of course had to see! What a pleasant source of easy entertainment. Even a bonus! Ivorythorn could sit there and laugh as Rosebelly turned terrified of absolutely nothing! Ivorythorn purred sweetly, "oh Rosebelly.... how about we take a walk? The forest is nice this time of leaf-bare JUST before the snow. Its not that cold just yet..." She leaned in hoping Rosebelly would oblige.
Rosebelly's ears flattened at her condescending tone. Her eyes sparked with anger, but she quickly recovered and forced a chuckle and a smile. "You sure act like one," she retorted quietly. Rosebelly took note of Ivorythorn's expression. She was definitely up to something. Rosebelly shifted her white paws nervously, and pricked her ears forward to listen to what she had to say. Rosebelly frowned. So that was what she wanted! A stroll. But why? It was unlike Ivorythorn to ask her to go anywhere with her. A spark of fear pierced her heart. Had Darkrose broken her promise? No, she wouldn't do that. She wouldn't tell her, Rosebelly told herself, but her mind spoke differently. Traitor! Traitor! it seemed to screech. Rosebelly shrugged it off, and reluctantly stood up. "Sure. Let's go," she said stiffly. Rosebelly padded towards the camp entrance with a slight limp. Her eyes were dark with worry, but her expression was light. A walk sounded nice, especially during this time of year, but the fear of what happened the day before still lingered in her mind.

(Bump Queenie )

[Mango]

"Because toms are different then she-cats, Bumble." she meowed not using his full name but only half of his name.
He smirked,” Or it’s because you weren’t clanborn?” He asked

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He smirked,” Or it’s because you weren’t clanborn?” He asked

Cleopatra growled when he said that and turned her back on him.

[Mango]

Cleopatra growled when he said that and turned her back on him.
He purred,” Just messing with you. Everyone knows she-cats are aggressive and mean when you mess with them.” He laughed playfully and in a lighthearted manor.

[BTS.official.__]

He purred,” Just messing with you. Everyone knows she-cats are aggressive and mean when you mess with them.” He laughed playfully and in a lighthearted manor.

Cleopatra rolled her eyes and growled.

[Mango]

Cleopatra rolled her eyes and growled.
“Would you be happy if I appologize to your mother for attempting to talk to you?” He asked

[lio]

The seemingly kingly tom continued to scan the clearing. Of course, Powdernose escaped his gaze originally - he wasn't really looking very closely, even though that was how it appeared. When he turned back around for his gaze to scan the other way, his eyes landed on the snowy-colored tom. For a moment he let his eyes rest there, his gaze never softening, but rather inquisitive as though asking what on earth the other tom was doing in the darkness. Eventually he turned away, his tail flicking in an inviting manner, offering for the cat to come and join him, but this only lasted a few moments before he turned back around, twisting his back so that he could look more easily at Powerdernose. "Can I help you?" He hadn't been aware of the cat following him, but he was almost insanely mindful of where the tom was at the moment.


He knew of the other tom - and while laziness was not to be rewarded, he did have to admit, the other cat generally looked more comfortable. And, while you would never catch Stonegazer sharing the more relaxed state of Powdernose, there's a chance you would see his muscles loosening just the slightest bit and his royal stance relaxing so that he even slumped some. Of course, he remained just as alert and powerful as always. He was a middle-aged warrior, or getting close to it, and he was looking forward to being a more respected member of the Clan. He was older then their leader - how he felt about that, he wasn't sure.


Stonegazer supposed a young cat could have good ideas just as much as an older cat could, and he approved of the way that Snowstar led the Clan, with her deputy Passionblaze - whom he was also older than. Stonegazer's eyes remained fixated on the other tom, never looking away, in a way that was almost irritating, if you were made uncomfortable by being stared at. He had never had the strongest idea of what other cats' comfort zones were. He couldn't know that how emotionless he appeared would unsettle others. And while he was far from emotionless, his features and stance generally appeared that way. Or if not emotionless, at least like his emotions were carefully regulated.

powdernose flattened his ears at the sound of stonegazer's voice. his eyes narrowed slightly before he trotted from the darkness of the camp's shadows, whiskers twitching. he looked at the other with an unwavering gaze, remaining outwardly stoic beneath the sophisticated stare. well, internally, powder's heart was beating as fast as a tiny little squirrel's would. his mind was racing, and a light flush had begun to cover his skin.
thank starclan he had long fur.
the tom stalked closer to stonegazer, wary of the other's intentions. was he going to be humiliated? was the older tom going to screech at him for being nothing but a lazy imbecile? powdernose froze once he had realized that stonegazer had spoken.
"oh, uh, not really. i just— just saw you walking in and thought you'd like some company," he mewed, mentally clawing himself for the pitiful excuse. of course, powdernose didn't want to admit the true reason for him following the tom. no, he would like to keep a strong grip on what little dignity he had left.
even if he did want to admit it, stonegazer would never feel the same. the silver tom would want a feline who is up and ready to battle at all times, cautious of their surroundings. powdernose was only a lazy tom who was always taking 'naps.'
huffing to himself, he flicked his tail and sat a few paw-lengths from stonegazer. his ears perked and he cast a glance towards the other, which then became a full-on stare.

[xYx_Void_xYx]

Bright ~ Spirit a newly appointed warrior was padding out from the warriors den. Although she was blind her senses were sharp as an Eagle's talon, she was a light brown she-cat with white ears and nose. Her markings that was on her back were interesting they were white stripes, but some looked different then others. Some were shaped like a hook and triangle form, she also had three thick stripes below her right eye. Her eye's were light blue and at the corners of them were green. As she trotted close towards the clearing she heard to toms talking.
'Hmm, is it Stone ~ Gaze and Powder ~ Nose.' She thought before lifting her white nose to the cool air.
"Hm indeed it is..." She'd murmur to herself.
Bright didn't want to eavesdrop on the two toms so she made her way to the fresh kill pile. The light brown she sniffed out a plump rabbit and obtain it and raised her ears, she always ate underneath a tree that a robin decided to craft a nest on.
"Where are you little Robin...." Bright ~ Spirit spoke.
Finally a ravishing tweet came from the north.
'That's it...' She'd speculated.
She wondered over to the noise, until she felt a shadow caress her back, with that feeling she knew that she was beneath the tree. But just as she got there she'd wonder if one of her clanmates would be interested to share this prey with her.
'Would Stone ~ Gaze or Powder ~ Nose be inspired to share a piece of prey with me? Oh I hope i'm not bothering them..'
Her wonders went wild before she had the courage to go up to them.
"Hey you guys!" Bright ~ Spirit mewed. "Would one of you be willing to share this piece of prey with me?" She held up the rabbit.

[Edmia]

"Oh," she said awkwardly. The young kit sounded like an old tom. His emotions matured most likely from past hardships. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked. She understood how past experiences could heavily affect a cat's future. She remembered her sister's incident and how she was never the same. A similar situation must have happened to the young cat. Darkrose couldn't help but wonder what it was like outside of a clan. It was hard to imagine a world without any order or hierarchy. It must be chaotic outside of these well-organized clans. I feel quite sorry for the kit. His thirst for blood no doubt triggered by an intense desire for survival. Hunt or be hunted, I suppose. Darkkit's attitude still made Darkrose's stomach flip, but she was kind towards the young tom in hopes of a better relationship.
“No.” He said flatly in a menacing tone. He didn’t want to be mean, but he wanted his point to be made clear. Sympathy, he hated it. It made him feel weak. Blackkit flexed his claws, then stood up stretching. “I chose to kill her...” He muttered under his breath, unsure if Darkrose heard him. “Is there anything fun to do around here? I’m bored.” The kit said trying to change the subject.