ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[Tazzy]

Summerkit let out a purr at Foxkit's excitement, closing her eyes. She bumped Foxkit's shoulder, playfully. "we gotta close are eyes now, so that we don't see where she's hiding it." meowed Summerkit in a friendly and playful voice. She didn't want to seem serious, since she was always playful or giggly when it comes to her playing with her new friend Foxkit and her best friend Shiverkit. 'I wonder where Shiverkit's gonna hide the leaf. I just have to keep quiet and listen to her movement's so that I know where to look.' thought Summerkit, listening for Shiverkit's movement.
Shiverkit paused waiting for Foxkit and Summerkit to close their eyes. She wandered around as she looked for the perfect spot so it would be harder to listen exactly where she left the leaf. The black sphinx then spotted two nests that were close together. She padded over and attempted to squeeze the leaf in between the two nests. Although it was a good hiding spot she failed to notice the crunching noises the leaf made as she hid it. She walked around a bit feeling very accomplished before mewing, "Okay I hid it!"


Foxkit opened her eyes looking around the nursery. I heard the leaf crunch over here, she thought going in that direction. But where? she sniffed around the area searching.

[lone]

Mintpaw giggled at his words, grinning with excitement. And when he wrapped his paw around her and pulled her close in a hug, she snuggled closer into his chest and pushed her nose into his fur, inhaling his familiar scent. She did that often, not really sure why. He smelled good to her. Unable to explain it, even to herself, she gave up and smirked up at him. "Of course we'll have fun!" She said enthusiastically, lifting her muzzle and rubbing her head against his chest before pressing his nose to his chin. She was purring as well, not as loud, but loud enough. She liked the affection he seemed to be showing her. It made her feel... Good. Warm. Safe. Loved. Happy. Heck, the words weren't even enough of an explanation for how she felt, but she didn't need to explain it. She showed it in her smile, her giggles, her affectionate gestures, so that was okay. "Training will be so easy. And then soon we'll be warriors together." She smirked, eyes gleaming brightly. "Won't that be fun? We'll be so unstoppable."


"The dream team," The tom agreed with a nod, a smile on his maw as he did so. It was funny - a few days ago, Marshjump hadn't been so sure that they would be a mentor/apprentice team after all. He had been watching the other warriors, his thoughts going to oh, this one's so much like Minty or oh, this one would do a good job with Mintkit every time that he saw someone he thought would be a better mentor. And yet here they were, just as Marshjump had hoped - hesitantly hoped, but he had still wanted it - and now things were back on track. "So, where to first? The territory and borders, I'm guessing?" That was where most mentors began training their apprentices. Marshjump was sure he would be running into a few familiar faces if they were to go out there right now. They could mix it up, start with battle training - but who was he to mess with structure? To hell with structure, he might have said. But even with those words he would be silently hoping that no one was watching him, judging him, that Snowstar wouldn't take his new apprentice away even if he did screw up every once in a while.

[lone]

Quietpaw thought that someone lying even once in their lives were terrible, unless it saved lives. Vixenkit had lied to him twice and he assumed a bunch of other cats before him, and after as well. He wasn't exactly sure how many cats she had lied to but she was pretty sure it was about the whole clan. Cats that lied more than once were disgusting, terrible and unbelievably annoying. They had no heart and just lied and lied and lied and lied. Vixenkit was one of them."Look Vixenkit, I know what your real name is, and you can't get out of that with a lie." He was trying to stay calm, trying to not make any aggressive noises, like hissing or growling, but his words came out dark and unfriendly. His feelings towards her, perfectly expressed. Never again would he trust anything she said, she didn't tell the truth, she didn't care, she didn't think, and mostly she didn't understand. Quietpaw knew of real problems in the world, and lies were one of the things that could cause them.

He supposed the anger he felt towards her was mainly from the fact he felt betrayed. Quietpaw didn't have many friends, and he had always wanted a friend. He had honestly believed that Vixenkit could be his friend, but when he discovered she lied, all ideas of having a friend were demolished. His small kit heart had shattered, and it had made him tougher. Now he was hard to get to know, and hard to find. He stayed away from other cats his age. He believed that if he tried to find a friend like he had done with Vixenkit, they would just hurt him even more. He still wanted a friend, but what if they weren't all they were cracked up to be.

Quietpaw snorted while Vixenkit talked, she was trying to get his trust back. But she wouldn't get it. Never. Part of him wanted to be nice, and keep the conversation going, but if he did that he knew he would just end up even more hurt than he had been before. Quietpaw was a very sensitive cat, Vixenkit obviously was not. She didn't understand anything. All she did was lie. He didn't trust anymore. It was too hard. Too stressful. And it shattered your heart into so many pieces that you couldn't fit them all back together. She couldn't get his trust back, she didn't have the strength to apologize. She probably didn't even know how. But he knew that causing more problems himself would be a terrible thing, so telling her the truth about who his mentor was wouldn't do any harm. Not much anyway. "Ryepelt's my mentor." He answered honestly taking a sharp in take of breath at the thought of the strict tom. But at least he didn't lie to Quietpaw.



The kit shifted her weight, scoffed, mumbled, made excuses under her breath, and then eventually sighed. "Okay, Quietpaw-" She mewed, accenting his own name in the same way that he had accented hers - "If... and I'm not saying it is, but if my name was Vixenkit, who told you?" The kit asked. There was no good way to ask her question. He would know that she was Vixenkit now - and her name suited her perfectly. Much like the cunning animal she was named after, the feline was quite the trickster. She weaseled her way out of whatever she could - perhaps Weaselkit would have been a better name for her - but she liked her name. Vixenkit liked to think that her Mother had planned out her name and personality from even before she was born. Her sibling was much different then her, and the feline couldn't remember the last time they had agreed on anything. Literally anything could be a disagreement with the two of them, not that she minded that much.

She would either win or try to make Oriolekit's argument sound so bad that it would fall apart after. To other cats, anyways. Her sibling had always hated that. They had blamed her, and made her seem like the bad guy when really, she was just trying to survive. And with her acting? She was thriving. Vixenkit was an extrovert, though she might have seemed more like a leech - sucking the energy and emotions out of other cats and then discarding them when they were no longer of use to her. She only used you until you were no longer useful, no longer entertaining or serving her purposes of making her look good, or popular, and then she tossed you aside. She wouldn't tell you the truth, of course - that would make her look like a bad guy, wouldn't it? And I'm really not that bad. They just don't see it yet, but I'm good. This was what she truly believed. The thought had entered her head ever since she'd been competing with Oriolekit, for everything.

With her sibling out of the way, at least to her knowledge, now Vixenkit was truly able to shine in the spotlight. She had always taken the spotlight, trying to keep it out of reach from her sibling, but they had stolen it back every once in a while when she had most hated it. "Ryepelt? What a fascinating name! Can't say I know - him! Or is it her? Anyways, is training hard?" The she cat practically babbled, changing the subject off of her name and onto something rather more interesting. Quietpaw seemed to be figuring her out. And Vixenkit hated that. If he stripped down her acting layers too far, he would find that she was nowhere near as interesting as she seemed. Which would mean the she cat lost. And Vixenkit? She hated losing. She would figure out some way to win, no matter what the cost was for her or for him.
The tom folded his ears against his skull and pouted. He found it hard to convince his sister most of the time, especially when he was trying to tell her that she was more than what she thought she was, that she was more than just another molly in camp, she was his sister. No one could be more in tune and completely wrong about his emotions as his siblings, that's the way family worked, wasn't it? Each family member could practically sense the other's emotions, their sadness, their happiness, and most of the time they knew exactly what to say. "C'mon Calia...speak to me, tell me what's going on in that big brain of yours. " he said softly, scooting closer to his sibling. She had always second guessed herself, she had always given herself the short end of the stick, she had little self confidence and honestly, he felt as though it was his duty as her brother to fix that. But of course, duty felt as though he was being forced to help her, no, he happily set aside his time for her, he happily tried his hardest to make her smile, help her come out of her bubble inch by inch. He knew she felt as though she didn't belong within their family, how could he not notice? But, for him, it wasn't that she was different, it was that she was special, him and Caliapaw could connect on a level most siblings could not, and he treasured that. She was his #1, his go to buddy, his flower skipping, river romping, tree tripping pal, and he loved every single moment he spent with her. It hurt him, so, so very much to see his sister like this, and he would be lying if he said he didn't want to take each and every ounce of her pain for himself, just so he could see her smile, even if just for a second.

Doepaw shook his head and gave her a soft smile, his lashes covering half his dark blue hues " Cali, only the lucky and the damned get do-overs." he stated, "We weren't meant to have do-overs, we were meant to live life with each and every mistake, each and every triumph, and each and every fear, so that we can live them, and then, so we can teach those younger than us, just how to deal with everything they will ever experience." he said, holing his gaze for a second more before he looked down and played with a blade of grass, a soft smile still barely visible. He didn't really have a way with words, he found it hard to speak his mind, but, whenever he was with his sister, he couldn't stop the flow of support and help that spilled out of his mouth, his very being was so used to helping her, so happy to be apart of her world that there was no stop button when he was cheering up his sister, or when they were playing together, adventuring together, worried together, everything. The caramel colored feline believed in fate, he believed that Starclan had a particular path laid out for each and every feline, and only the truly special would walk off that path and make their own. Doepaw felt as though Caliapaw was one of those cats. The spotted tom gave his sisters cheek a lick, as if cleaning off those uncried tears, and gave an airy chuckle. "Maybe you weren't supposed to save your first patient, maybe you were supposed to be broken, supposed to cry, to worry, to ache...but I think Starclan put you through that so that when you build yourself back up, you'll be 5x stronger than last time...that's why we all go through hardships after all." he hummed as he went back to playing with the single blade of grass. He didn't know what he was spouting, but somehow, someway, he hoped that it would brighten her world, even if it added just one more star to her night sky. He would continue to add little specks of light to her world until it became a beautiful day, instead of a dark night.

As she spoke once again, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. What she said hurt, it hurt horribly. Alone, although he had been by her side the whole time, throughout everything, her apprenticeship, Wheatfur's death, he even walked to the end of Thunderclan territory when she went to have her Medicine Cat ceremony. The tom's face scrunched up in pain and he looked away from the cream feline, he couldn't find the words, his soul had cracked, did she not think of him as helpful, though he had poured so much of his spirit into her, so much of his own light? After a few seconds of thinking to himself he shook his head and chuckled at himself. It's not about him, it was never about him, it was always for his sister, for Caliapaw's happiness, since the moment she was born he wanted her to be nothing but happy and safe, and he planned on doing everything he could to keep her that way, he would throw away each and every emotion he could if it would make her laugh or smile.
"Caliapaw, when have you ever been alone?"

The medicine cat knew she was luckier then most. Some cats were shunned by their families, rejected, and she knew that even a medicine cat was not immune to being bullied or rejected. But unlike some cats who could ignore, or fight back, her job was to save the bullies' lives if it was needed. She hadn't been bullied recently - perhaps everyone was too in awe, or too stunned at her new position to make fun of her. It wasn't like she'd ever really been made fun of, anyways. Caliapaw had been average - even she would at least admit that she was average, and not below - her entire life. She'd lived in a nice family, she had done fairly well in training, though she would say that she had been nowhere near the best apprentice, and all of a sudden she was being treated like she was something special. But she wasn't. Caliapaw wasn't special. She knew that she was lucky, growing up in a family who loved her, who cared for her, and yet she felt so alone.

She was different from her siblings, even now she was different. They were all going to fall in love, have their crushes and someday mates and kits and so on. But she wouldn't understand because she never had. She had never understood how her parents got along and were together and all of that. She never understood how apprentices knew how they were in love. Was it an attraction based thing, and off of appearances or personality? Caliapaw had never felt any attraction, but she was still young. She just didn't understand. She didn't get it. "I - I haven't ever been... alone, I guess, I mean - you guys have always been really supportive and really nice..." Her voice trailed off and she sighed. Why did she feel so raw and open like Doepaw had just opened up a wound? Why did it sting like he'd put marigold in that wound?

Caliapaw didn't understand the meaning of the word "love." She wasn't sure that she had ever loved anyone, even in the friendship or family sense. What did it mean? And how could you know for sure? She'd heard it said that it meant you would die for someone, but Caliapaw wondered how you could know that. When the time came - when it [I]really came - would you actually do it? Somehow, she really doubted it. You could never know for sure and that was a risk she wasn't willing to take. "But I'm different, Doepaw. You guys are learning to be warriors, and it's hard being the only one who knows for [I]sure what it feels like to be working to save someone's life, trying so hard, and then they're just gone. Like that. I wasn't ready, Doepaw... I wasn't ready for any of this. I should have known how to save her, Wheatfur taught me, I just-" She stopped, her voice cutting off shakily. Caliapaw hated crying in front of other cats. Because it drew attention, and she didn't want those eyes on her, or the caring remarks, or concerned questions.

She wanted to be normal. God, she wanted to be normal so badly. But she had agreed to be the medicine cat apprentice because she had worked with Wheatfur before, or hung out in there while he worked, and she had thought it was a good choice for her. She had wanted to be different at the time, because she had thought it might help. And even when Wheatfur was alive, she had been a little happier. Perhaps a little more confident. Maybe there was a new spring in her step as she got ready to go to training, knowing that he was going to help her. That was gone now, because now she wasn't ready. She hadn't been ready to stand on her own. She needed help, because if she didn't get it, her mind was going to eventually destroy her. Caliapaw could always feel it working, on overdrive, wondering if she could get just one more thing done that day, if she could treat just one more cat, if she could heal just one more wound, then that would make a big difference.

She had met a few cats now, cats she hadn't even known had existed before. Now she knew them. It was almost nice. And when she was able to help, it reminded her why she had wanted this. But losing a patient had taken a toll on her, and one that was not easily fixed. Caliapaw would learn, though, over time, that not all mental wounds were going to heal and that she would just have to teach herself to deal with them in the best way possible for her. Perhaps she would be able to. Someday, somehow.
♡ ahh sorry this is so late !! ♡

powdernose perked up at stonegazer's reply, his mood visibly changing. "of course! i perfectly understand," he dipped his head, as if he were thanking the tom, and leaped to his paws. truthfully, he couldn't wait to show stonegazer the path into his world. a glimpse through the eyes of a lazy cat. chirping, powdernose trotted in a circle around the silver feline, sending all prayers to whatever lies after death that nothing would go wrong. he finally had a chance to talk to his idol, and to spend an entire day with him. why would he want that to be ruined?
after many heartbeats, powdernose settled down and thought. albeit having a sudden burst if energy, he had to calm down in order to allow the experience to seem real. at least, for him. he would make stonegazer feel more relaxed than he had ever felt before. and, if everything went well, maybe they could do it again in the future, after all the tension has settled down enough to not be worrying about an ambush at every turn. right now, his job was to make stonegazer allow his stoney walls to fall, even if for just a short while.
if powdernose was anything besides lazy, he was determined.
everyone deserved a little happiness, right? it wasn't healthy to stay cautious all the time. it helped the clan to stay safe, yes, but too much worrying can cause terrible trouble on the mind in the future. so, stonegazer will relax, if it's the last thing powdernose does.
his tail swished up to curl over his back, the fur waving everywhere. the siamese purred quietly before signalling to stonegazer with a flick of his ear, as if saying follow me. powdernose padded over to the shade of a tree after grabbing a small piece of prey.
"first things first, we need to eat. we have a long day ahead of us. the true prize will be at night, so we need a way to spend the time. take this as a way to see into the life of a lazy cat," be snickered before going on. "after eating, we will go on a walk to my favorite place to sleep. i'll leave the rest for when we get there." powdernose nodded towards stonegazer before dipping his head and taking a bite, trying to be as neat as possible while he chewed. with a quick paw, the powdery feline prodded the prey towards his new companion, a warm smile on his face.
Powdernose taking charge, telling Stonegazer how to relax, was quite possibly one of the most amusing things the older tom had ever experienced. Not because the tom was doing a bad job - on the contrary, he was surprisingly good at it. But because it was normally the stoic feline's job to take charge, to take control of a situation that he was in. He found himself trying to do it more and more, but it appeared that that wasn't happening for him right now. "What about hunting, though? Isn't it selfish to take prey from the Clan without giving any in return?" The tom asked, his expression quizzical. He had already hunted that morning - so he didn't feel too bad, but if he hadn't, the question would have been more valid. He was still curious to know the answer, however. Did Powdernose hunt before he took prey, or did he take without giving anything in return?

Glancing at the prey that was offered to him by the other tom, Stonegazer hesitantly pulled it a little closer towards him with one silvery-grey paw - unsure, but unwilling to hurt the other cat's feelings by rejecting the offer. The tom was somewhat traditional when it came to manners - he was definitely catching up with things like gender identity, and sexuality, open to everything, but he did not appreciate cats who were rude. That was the only thing that he was unwilling to "catch up" on was the seemingly new rudeness that had come with new generations of cats. Over the moons something had been lost, even when he was a young tom something had been lost. He was a pessimist by nature, but that didn't mean that he couldn't reason and have his differences in a polite and logical manner. Lowering his head, Stonegazer took a bite of the prey... it was larger then Powdernose's, but not so large as to appear like he was starving.

He wasn't, he was just used to eating fairly quickly. The tom wasn't quite as neat, either, the illusion that everything he did must be dignified and elegant-looking quickly shattering with that bite. He pushed the prey back to Powdernose, the ettiquette that he had grown up with kicking in. Perhaps it was different when you were supposed to have a "lazy life?" Either way, Stonegazer would soon learn. He was willing to, that was the big thing. At least he was willing to learn and take advice and he would change, if he needed to. However much change was needed, that was what he would give. At least for today. Changing forever would take some time, and Stonegazer was not willing to be less of a hard worker for the rest of his life. He liked the way he was - and wanted to keep it that way.
"I'll make sure to. " Snowpaw said, praying to Starclan the apprentice if, they did meet his sister didn't say anything offensive. He doubted a little that they would get along. He didn't say that however. The white furred remember the actually really scary encounter. Not the speaking or how he looked; what he did. Wolfpaw actually studied him. He shook his head a little, it send shivers up his spine. Snowpaw wasn't exactly used to someone studying him. "Don't ya wonder what life would be if we didn't have the clans or they weren't form?" His eyes widened at the thought. "Would.. would we even be alive?" Snowpaw exclaimed, his voice was hushed. Like if anyone heard it, it would happen. "Would Starclan be real, wait no.. it wouldn't.. Then where would the cats go?" The apprentice looked like he was having a mental crisis. His paws covered his maw, he looked at the ground. Thinking deeply in thought.

Something about Snowpaw, he usually overthought thinks. The question had been on his mind but he never actually thought about it. Their were times he even stay in the apprentice did for two or one day to think about it. Which he ended up getting dragged out by either a meeting, his mentor, or friends/family. Snowpaw wasn't that complicated to figure out even if his thoughts were. He was easy to read with simple movements. Usually when he looks away from you it is he embarrassed or in thought. While in thought he won't fidget while if he is embarrassed he would. One of his biggest weakness if that Snowpaw is easily to predict in battle. While what he will say is different. Truefully no one knows what he will say next, confusing.

Snowpaw randomly stood up, stretching his body before laying back down. "Sorry, just.. stretching." He chuckled before looking back into her eyes. He always found that it was hard because to him; eyes reveal everything. "Well.. I'm just kind of boring?" He was taken aback she didn't just say `okay` and leave. "Plus this is your break and all.. I don't wanna ruin it." His looked guilty, because to him he was. Snowpaw eyes seem to brighten, a small purr escape his mouth. "Really?" He said, a large smile grew on his face rather quickly. "Aw.. your just a softie, aren't you?" Snowpaw teased a little. "Alright! I'll make up a story!" He said. Nodding his head, confident.

"Well.. " He thought for a moment. "Aha!" Snowpaw said, brightening up rather quickly. "The apprentice ran across the forest, their paws bounded across the forest floor. The sounds of rustling and the feeling of eyes watching them burned into her pelt. It didn't stop her! Her eyes focused on the rabbit before her. It carried a herb.. er.. a special herb from Starclan! The apprentice was tiring quickly but she couldn't let the clan down! The apprentice wasn't special; they had no powers, they were.. them. They didn't train to be a Medince cat or a warrior. She had no training one bit but herself. She felt like a thousand cats ran with her, hearing the cheering of the voices! Chanting her on. She made the finale move, her claws suessfully caught the rabbit. Giving it a swift killing bite. A simple apprentice saved the clan.. by catching a rabbit who stole a special herb." Snowpaw finished the story, a bit proud of the made up one which he almost never did.
Snowpaw's question brought amusement twinkling into Caliapaw's eyes. She had thought about this before and had come to the conclusion that if StarClan didn't exist, or the Dark Forest, there would be nowhere for the cats to go. They would remain dead forever, their spirits trapped inside their bodies, slowly dying as well until eventually it was like they had never existed. They wouldn't watch over their loved ones. They wouldn't be doing anything like that. They would just be... dead. For now and forever. "There would be no afterlife. They'd just be gone forever," She explained matter-of-factly to her brother, not bothering to think about whether the question had been hypothetical or not. That was what happened to loners, wasn't it? They were just dead. There was no afterlife for them, no knowing that they would be somewhere that was better, softer, they would just be gone. That must be why loners were more afraid of death then Caliapaw felt. She didn't want to die, sure, but she wasn't terrified of it.

She would be in StarClan with Wheatfur and her other ancestors, able to move on from the life that she led now and there would be no more stress. She would be at peace, just like the many cats who had come before her were. Just like they always would be. The she cat listened to Snowpaw's story patiently, amusement twinkling in her eyes as he finished, and she purred in a manner of polite applause. "That was great, Snowpaw. You have a real knack for that," She mewed in her most encouraging tone of voice. It wasn't particuarly peppy or excited, there were rare times that her voice sounded like that, but it was more of a softer, rounded sound then the sharp, pointed one or dull, calm one that she generally used when she was speaking. There was no in between for her usually, except for now. A soft tone of voice was challenging for her, but she had done it quite neatly - she thought.

Perhaps she was wrong and if she was, it wouldn't make much of a difference anyways. Caliapaw knew she'd made a few differences so far, for better and for worse, and she couldn't say which was more stressful. The better differences had led to several stressful occurances - more pressure being put on her (by her), thinking that she could save everyone, and then there was Goldenpaw. The admiring younger apprentice who thought she was just about the best thing that had ever happened. Caliapaw knew that Goldenpaw admired her, but there was no need for all of this starstruck acting around her, and the other cat was just so bouncy that it was hard for Caliapaw to take her seriously. She wished the cat would stop, but so far she had just sort of been ignoring her. She wasn't in the mood to deal with Goldenpaw and her antics right now, at all. Thank goodness it was Snowpaw she had met when she had entered the clearing and not the other she cat.

"What about a hunt? Or, you could hunt and I could look for herbs? It'd probably be a good idea," The medicine cat mewed. She was getting restless, just sitting in the clearing, and figured it wouldn't do much harm to get out on her "break." Then she could settle for organizing the herbs, cleaning the medicine cat's den, and it would be a fairly quiet afternoon - or so she was hoping.

[lio]

Powdernose taking charge, telling Stonegazer how to relax, was quite possibly one of the most amusing things the older tom had ever experienced. Not because the tom was doing a bad job - on the contrary, he was surprisingly good at it. But because it was normally the stoic feline's job to take charge, to take control of a situation that he was in. He found himself trying to do it more and more, but it appeared that that wasn't happening for him right now. "What about hunting, though? Isn't it selfish to take prey from the Clan without giving any in return?" The tom asked, his expression quizzical. He had already hunted that morning - so he didn't feel too bad, but if he hadn't, the question would have been more valid. He was still curious to know the answer, however. Did Powdernose hunt before he took prey, or did he take without giving anything in return?

Glancing at the prey that was offered to him by the other tom, Stonegazer hesitantly pulled it a little closer towards him with one silvery-grey paw - unsure, but unwilling to hurt the other cat's feelings by rejecting the offer. The tom was somewhat traditional when it came to manners - he was definitely catching up with things like gender identity, and sexuality, open to everything, but he did not appreciate cats who were rude. That was the only thing that he was unwilling to "catch up" on was the seemingly new rudeness that had come with new generations of cats. Over the moons something had been lost, even when he was a young tom something had been lost. He was a pessimist by nature, but that didn't mean that he couldn't reason and have his differences in a polite and logical manner. Lowering his head, Stonegazer took a bite of the prey... it was larger then Powdernose's, but not so large as to appear like he was starving.

He wasn't, he was just used to eating fairly quickly. The tom wasn't quite as neat, either, the illusion that everything he did must be dignified and elegant-looking quickly shattering with that bite. He pushed the prey back to Powdernose, the ettiquette that he had grown up with kicking in. Perhaps it was different when you were supposed to have a "lazy life?" Either way, Stonegazer would soon learn. He was willing to, that was the big thing. At least he was willing to learn and take advice and he would change, if he needed to. However much change was needed, that was what he would give. At least for today. Changing forever would take some time, and Stonegazer was not willing to be less of a hard worker for the rest of his life. He liked the way he was - and wanted to keep it that way.

the tom's ears perked at stonegazer's question, eyes confused. "wouldn't it be more of a contribution to have a full stomach, where you can focus better on your task, rather than have a growling belly chasing away the prey?" his question was simple, but he secretly hoped that it held a hint of logic to it. powdernose cocked his head to the side and stared at the other, watching the less-than neat way he ate. not what i would have expected from him, to be honest. he blinked and took another bite, chewing slowly as he awaited the reply to his question. once the prey was completely eaten, the siamese stood.
"now then. let's head out. the territory won't walk itself," powdernose purred, eyes dancing with excitement. he tried to contain it, to not act as if he were a kit, but that was difficult. it seemed like a lifetime since he had felt this energetic. tail hitched up high over his spine, powdernose trotted towards the entrance of the camp. a soft purr resonated from him, and he didn't even wait for a response from stonegazer before leaping into the territory. his fur fluffed up as he pranced along what seemed to be a path chosen at random, though he had certainly travelled it many times.
truthfully, powdernose wasn't planning on hunting. he usually avoided it by staying out in the territory until everybody in the clan was asleep. now, of course, he did hunt occasionally in order to help his clan at times, but he didn't enjoy doing so. he would choose battling over hunting any day. the tom just didn't like to disturb the peace of the forest by killing off animals, really. powdernose could admit that living in the clans was much better than where he was living beforehand, from what little memory he had of it, but he would never, ever say that hunting was his favorite thing, whether it fed the clan or not. that was just the way he was.
after many moments passed, they arrived at the designated area. it was a small clearing that was only big enough to actually fit three full-grown cats. a tree stump lay in the center of it, surrounded by a low border of cold-bitten plants. powdernose's eyes lit up as soon as he saw it, a smile seeming to spread from ear to ear.
"ah, yes. we are here. welcome to my hiding spot." he jumped onto the stump and spun around, dipping his head as if he were greeting a leader. "this is where i disappear off to every day. don't tell anyone, though. this is just a secret for you and me," mewed the siamese tom, chuckling quietly, albeit knowing that many patrols must have passed by here on many occasions. he padded in a circle before laying down, leaving enough room on the rather large stump for stonegazer to stretch out comfortably. the sun beat down on his fur, warming it up even through the cold temperatures. "now then, i will allow you to choose what we do. would you rather sleep most of the day away, take a walk around this area, or lay here in the warmth and talk for a bit?" powdernose stared at the other tom with fondness laced in his gaze, patiently waiting for the answer.

♡ onwards to the territory !! ♡

[PeaFlower]

Having cleaned the medicine cat's den some, the young feline was looking forwards to a break. Normally she would be happy to work for as long as possible, but she wasn't having the best day. And she needed more herbs, but since it was leaf-bare, it was nearly impossible to get those herbs. "This is just fantastic," She muttered to herself as she stalked toward the fresh-kill pile. Caliapaw had promised Snowpaw that she would try and eat something, and while she still wasn't very hungry, she figured it wouldn't hurt to try and grab something. But as she was approaching, she saw a familiar, eager face sticking out from the rest of the Clan cats. The medicine cat froze, her muscles tensing and her body automatically crouching lower to the ground as she silently pleaded to StarClan not to be seen by Goldenpaw.

The younger apprentice was an admirer of sorts, cheerful and spunky and the type of cat who just seemed to have her life more together. Caliapaw wasn't jealous, per se, it was Goldenpaw's suffocating presence that made her frustrated and made her wish that the young apprentice would go through just one tough time so that she could see how hard life really was. It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, and Goldenpaw would learn that eventually, but the she cat had learned it earlier then most. Even this job, this duty, was harder then she had expected. She'd watched a cat die, and she got the sinking feeling that there were more cats to come. More deaths, more losses, and she wanted to yowl her frustration to StarClan - except they didn't seem to be listening to her recently. She wished Wheatfur would visit her, even just once, in her dreams so that she could speak with him. She missed her mentor a lot.

Standing there in the clearing, with her muscles tensed and wondering if Goldenpaw was about to spot her and give a happy squeal before coming towards her, Caliapaw's thoughts turned off the subject of anything else but her struggle to hide. Pleasepleaseplease don't notice me... the medicine cat thought, squeezing her eyes shut as she struggled to close out the bustling of the clearing. There wasn't really a way for her to use that to her advantage at the moment, so she was going to have to work with what she had. If Goldenpaw wouldn't notice her, then all would be well.


(Sorry for how long it's taken for me to respond. I've been feeling out of it, amongst other things. Hopefully this doesn't happen again ... )


After a while Goldenpaw had started to lose hope, though she didn't show it on the outisde. She couldn't help but sigh a little, however. Seems like she hadn't figured out Caliapaw's schedule after all …

She was about to head to one of the far corners of the clearing to daydream and slack off, when she spotted a familiar pelt amongst the others. She went back on her steps, and perked her ears up, trying to make herself taller to see who it was, and if it was the one she hoped to see.

Immediately, her smile came back full force as she recognized the cat as being Caliapaw. She trotted off in her direction, feeling giddy, and slowed down only when she noticed the Medicine cat's strange behavior.

“She looks nervous ...” The young she-cat meowed to herself. She figured if someone or something was bothering her, now was the right time to go talk to Caliapaw. She would crack some jokes or play a little to make her forget about that bad thing. After all, that's the kind of things you were supposed to do for friends, or those you wanted to be friends with, right ?

Without a single doubt in her abilities to distract cats from their worries, she stuck to this plan, even after checking that there were no cats around giving nasty glances to Caliapaw, which would have been a dead givaway for someone who was observant, but Goldenpaw was anything but that.
Instead she figured out that the source of the Medicine cat's disarray was gone for now.

She went back to trotting and came rather close to where Caliapaw was crouching, smiling brightly at her, though trying not to come off too strong. She had been scolded enough times already for that lesson to have finally stuck around.

She still loudly meowed a “Hey ! Caliapaw ! Hi ! What are you doing ?”, while barely managing to restrain herself from bouncing excitedly all over the place.

[lone]

@Lonestar23 (I couldn't remember if I had posted a starter for Emberwing and Brightkit. If not, here it is! I apologize for its lateness!)

A cold wind rushed through the quiet ThunderClan camp, whistling above the ground and stirring up a pile of dead leaves that had collected nearby the entrance. Overhead, gray clouds had gathered to blot out any of the remaining weak sunlight rays, providing no warmth to the cats below. Near the side of camp sat one feline, her tongue moving in rhythmic stroke to flatten her fluffed up fur. Emberwing hated feeling any sort of wind between her pelt, and worked feverishly to settle it back down.

Thank goodness I'm not a WindClan cat she thought to herself as she continued her work, stretching her neck to reach the last tuft of fur on her shoulder blade. Once smoothed, the warrior lifted her head and let out a tired sigh. This leaf-bare had been a rather tough one, and she was looking forward to the coming moons where greenleaf would began to poke it's head out from hibernation. She longed to feel the warm sun on her fur and to be able to climb high into the trees without being buffeted by the treacherous wind that seemed to fill long days and nights. At least it hadn't started to snow. That was one thing she was glad for, thought the temperature could use a bit of warming up. With the tensions so high, the almost freezing environment did nothing but add to the already heavy stress she felt upon her shoulders as a ThunderClan warrior.

Emberwing shook her head in an attempt to dislodge the dreary thoughts, deciding instead to focus on the good in Clan life. She gazed around, her pale green eyes flashing as she studied her Clanmates. Most were seeking shelter in the dens, and if they weren't she was certain they were out preparing for the battle. Snowstar had ordered expedited training for all apprentices, and it made her feel a bit left out. Sure, she was a newly made warrior, but the she-cat knew she would do a fine job as a mentor. She just needed to be given the opportunity. Claws flexing in and out of their furred covers, caving marks into the soft ground, the she-cat rose to her paws. Perhaps making herself useful by taking a turn hunting in this gloomy weather would increase her chances at becoming a mentor. Aiding the Clan had to help, right?
What appeared to be a ball of calico fur darted out from the nursery, batting a piece of moss between her soft white paws. Something was clearly wrong with her eyes - yet no one seemed to be staring at her anymore, despite the fact that one was a clear, beautiful blue and the other was more unfocused, glassy, and green. Brightkit looked happy as she made her way through the clearing, her good eye focused on the piece of moss and her bad one unable to pick out the figures - she was blind in that eye, after all, and with her focus on the moss, she couldn't seem to tear her gaze away to see where she was going. Miraculously, she managed to keep from crashing into any of the other cats in the clearing, despite several close calls. "Hi there!" She mewed to everyone she did see, mainly the cats that she had gotten into close scrapes with. Those cats were staring at her funny, but it wasn't like Brightkit minded.

She was more then thrilled to see everyone looking at her, like they were just there to keep her company - they were just there to be her friends. "How are you guys?" She asked, staring in a friendly manner at the group of cats she had just barreled through with her moss. They stared at her for a minute (none of them stood out to Brightkit, at least she was pretty sure she didn't know any of them) but there was no answer as they got up and walked away from her, to a quieter part of the clearing where she wouldn't be able to bother them. Brightkit tended to be seen as somewhat of a nuisance sometimes. As she continued her disruptive path through the clearing, she nearly bumped right into Emberwing, who was sitting minding her own business.

Looking up from her moss as she felt her pelt brush against another, Brightkit had to stumble for a minute to refocus her attention on the other cat. "Oh! Hi there, I'm Brightkit!" The feline introduced herself cheerfully, her bright blue eye twinkling with amusement and excitement, her green eye trying desperately to focus itself on something - anything. The calico was aware that she was blind in that eye, it had been brought to her attention around the time that Ratnight had left power. She was lucky to still be alive after that, with how reckless she had been during that time. Not that she realized this, she had never thought she was in any danger.


Mintberry threw her head back while she ran as a laugh left her throat. "Have to stay on your toes, fluff-butt!" she yowled as she continued to dart around the clearing. She didn't care what the other warriors were thinking at this point. She was having fun and that's all that mattered to her. She was making the best of leaf-bare. Her tail streamed behind her as she ran, paws hitting the ground lightly until her muscles started to warm up with the activity. It felt great. However, Mintberry's pace started to slow down a bit as her lungs started to burn for air. She wasn't sure how long they had been running at this point, but she couldn't stop her pace from decreasing. Okay. So maybe she was a little out of shape. She wasn't in Windclan anymore so running for so long was harder for her to do. If this were back when she first joined, she could outrun anyone here. Not saying she couldn't outrun most of the felines still. Mintberry simply used her former training to the best of her abilities.

The fluffy brown tom was far from the fastest or most agile cat in the Clan; on the contrary, he wasn't very quick at all. Fighting was his specialty, not that he liked doing that very much either... if he could, he would avoid conflicts altogether. Things like this were what kept him on his paws, moving around quickly and kept him from getting too confident and letting his guard down. Anything could happen - and while Ottertail was a laid-back, "let it happen" kind of cat when it came to having a guard at all, his energy level saved him - and probably had - on multiple occasions. "Still a cheater!" He retorted, darting after the black and white feline, his eyes sparkling with excitement. His speed was much slower then hers, but he still seemed happy as he dashed toward the she cat, his paws hitting the earth with dull thuds as he tried to catch up to the she cat. With a lower speed, his stamina was greater... his energy wasn't drained as quickly, not that he thought it would be anyways, since there was so much of it. And slowly, slowly his own speed increased even as hers was slowing, though it was definitely bit by bit and he was still behind her, steadily trying to catch up.

(Sorry for how long it's taken for me to respond. I've been feeling out of it, amongst other things. Hopefully this doesn't happen again ... )


After a while Goldenpaw had started to lose hope, though she didn't show it on the outisde. She couldn't help but sigh a little, however. Seems like she hadn't figured out Caliapaw's schedule after all …

She was about to head to one of the far corners of the clearing to daydream and slack off, when she spotted a familiar pelt amongst the others. She went back on her steps, and perked her ears up, trying to make herself taller to see who it was, and if it was the one she hoped to see.

Immediately, her smile came back full force as she recognized the cat as being Caliapaw. She trotted off in her direction, feeling giddy, and slowed down only when she noticed the Medicine cat's strange behavior.

“She looks nervous ...” The young she-cat meowed to herself. She figured if someone or something was bothering her, now was the right time to go talk to Caliapaw. She would crack some jokes or play a little to make her forget about that bad thing. After all, that's the kind of things you were supposed to do for friends, or those you wanted to be friends with, right ?

Without a single doubt in her abilities to distract cats from their worries, she stuck to this plan, even after checking that there were no cats around giving nasty glances to Caliapaw, which would have been a dead givaway for someone who was observant, but Goldenpaw was anything but that.
Instead she figured out that the source of the Medicine cat's disarray was gone for now.

She went back to trotting and came rather close to where Caliapaw was crouching, smiling brightly at her, though trying not to come off too strong. She had been scolded enough times already for that lesson to have finally stuck around.

She still loudly meowed a “Hey ! Caliapaw ! Hi ! What are you doing ?”, while barely managing to restrain herself from bouncing excitedly all over the place.
The feline closed her eyes momentarily, muttering "StarClan help me," under her breath as she heard Goldenpaw approaching. It was impossible not to hear her. Now, if Caliapaw was even a little more social, she might have appreciated the younger apprentice's sweet attempts at getting her to be friends, but she wasn't - and so those attempts were dangerously irritating to her. Even as she heard the apprentice's friendly voice chirping in a birdlike manner, high and annoying, Caliapaw wondered if there was an escape route. Of course there were many excuses she could have made, but she wasn't sure how to pull them off convincingly. Lying was not a strong point of hers, and while she could pull off the occasional white lie or, if she needed to, larger lie, it was hard for her.

"Hey, Goldenpaw." Her voice sounded defeated, deflated, like the apprentice had just sucked all the life out of her and left her with an empty shell. That was what it felt like sometimes, that Goldenpaw deflated her and left her annoyed and hollow-feeling. She wanted to say something, to make the younger cat stop, to make her go away, but the problem was that she wasn't quite sure how to do that. "I was just taking a break. I finished sorting some herbs." She answered shortly, not that the apprentice would notice. She never did. The medicine cat was only bugged because the other cat didn't notice, and while once again, it might have been considered sweet to someone else, it was the highest level of irritation and violation of personal space that Caliapaw could think of. How annoying was it to be pushed and pushed like that?

"Listen, Goldenpaw, don't you have training to do? You should be working on getting to be a warrior," The she cat mewed. It wasn't exactly the harshest thing she had been thinking of in that moment - and she had had to bite her tongue to keep from adding instead of stalking me and irritating me every StarClan-forsaken second of my break but there was always a chance that Goldenpaw would take the hint and get lost. Or go and train like she should be doing, like Caliapaw would be doing now if Wheatfur wasn't dead and gone. At least Goldenpaw kept him out of the conversation most of the time, right? "I've got to go find some herbs soon. Okay? So I'll need to be alone to do that." She added a moment later, as a method of an excuse to get away. The apprentice might have admired her, but more then a few minutes in the same area as her and Caliapaw could feel herself shriveling up, crumpling under the energetic speaking of the other feline.

[Leaf]

NightWarrior4Life ) Sunrock strolled out of the warriors’ den and sat off to the side so he wasn’t in anyone’s way. He wasn’t hungry so he figured he’d just look around for something to do before actually doing it. He stretched, feeling a little tug, and settled down with a sigh, tucking brown and white paws underneath him. He waited the slightly blurry vision from just waking up to go away, blinking a few times to help it. Finally, he looked around with amber eyes, quietly observing and enjoying how calm things seemed right now.

[NightWarrior4Life]

NightWarrior4Life ) Sunrock strolled out of the warriors’ den and sat off to the side so he wasn’t in anyone’s way. He wasn’t hungry so he figured he’d just look around for something to do before actually doing it. He stretched, feeling a little tug, and settled down with a sigh, tucking brown and white paws underneath him. He waited the slightly blurry vision from just waking up to go away, blinking a few times to help it. Finally, he looked around with amber eyes, quietly observing and enjoying how calm things seemed right now.
(Hey can I tell you something)
HarmonyBlade was already outside in the clearing, sat on the opposite side to SunRock. When he noticed the other Tom, he strolled over to start a conversation. "Hey SunRock. How are you? The weather seems to be getting better..." The Tom spoke slightly awkwardly

[PeaFlower]

The feline closed her eyes momentarily, muttering "StarClan help me," under her breath as she heard Goldenpaw approaching. It was impossible not to hear her. Now, if Caliapaw was even a little more social, she might have appreciated the younger apprentice's sweet attempts at getting her to be friends, but she wasn't - and so those attempts were dangerously irritating to her. Even as she heard the apprentice's friendly voice chirping in a birdlike manner, high and annoying, Caliapaw wondered if there was an escape route. Of course there were many excuses she could have made, but she wasn't sure how to pull them off convincingly. Lying was not a strong point of hers, and while she could pull off the occasional white lie or, if she needed to, larger lie, it was hard for her.

"Hey, Goldenpaw." Her voice sounded defeated, deflated, like the apprentice had just sucked all the life out of her and left her with an empty shell. That was what it felt like sometimes, that Goldenpaw deflated her and left her annoyed and hollow-feeling. She wanted to say something, to make the younger cat stop, to make her go away, but the problem was that she wasn't quite sure how to do that. "I was just taking a break. I finished sorting some herbs." She answered shortly, not that the apprentice would notice. She never did. The medicine cat was only bugged because the other cat didn't notice, and while once again, it might have been considered sweet to someone else, it was the highest level of irritation and violation of personal space that Caliapaw could think of. How annoying was it to be pushed and pushed like that?

"Listen, Goldenpaw, don't you have training to do? You should be working on getting to be a warrior," The she cat mewed. It wasn't exactly the harshest thing she had been thinking of in that moment - and she had had to bite her tongue to keep from adding instead of stalking me and irritating me every StarClan-forsaken second of my break but there was always a chance that Goldenpaw would take the hint and get lost. Or go and train like she should be doing, like Caliapaw would be doing now if Wheatfur wasn't dead and gone. At least Goldenpaw kept him out of the conversation most of the time, right? "I've got to go find some herbs soon. Okay? So I'll need to be alone to do that." She added a moment later, as a method of an excuse to get away. The apprentice might have admired her, but more then a few minutes in the same area as her and Caliapaw could feel herself shriveling up, crumpling under the energetic speaking of the other feline.



The light ginger she-cat didn't pick up on the other feline's tone, and even if she had she would have blamed it on whatever was bothering Thunderclan's Medicine cat. Instead she beamed, thrilled that she got a few words out of her. That was some progress.

She resisted the temptation to tell Caliapaw that she already knew she was taking a break, though that was made easier by the fact her interlocutor spoke again.

“Training ?" The apprentice said, tipping her head to the side. "Oh, my mentor's not here yet. I'm usually free around this time. Funny, uh ? We both have breaks at the same time !” Goldenpaw meowed while she flicked her tail around, getting a bit closer to the other she-cat.

“Plus I still have a lot of time before becoming a warrior ! And I have learned some cool stuff already ! I bet I could already take on a fox.” She said proudly, trying to stand up to make herself look regal, though she ended up looking a bit stupid, with her untamed long fur sticking up in odd directions.

She was so caught up in her boasting that she almost didn't catch what the other cat said next. One word stuck with her. Alone ? That couldn't be right.

Goldenpaw suddenly had a realization. Maybe that's what was bothering Caliapaw ! She was feeling lonely ! After all, she never saw her hanging out with a lot of cats, and her mentor was gone … and she was about to go to the forest on her own, with no one else to talk to.

Not on my watch. The young she-cat thought. She had to find a way to convince her friend-to-be to let her tag along. She tried to think of something, anything … ha !

“Why don't you let me come with ?! I bet you could use some extra muscles !” She chirped with a happy grin, once again getting closer, if that was even possible. “And I could watch your back, in case some Windclanners attacked ! Like an escort !” She almost crouched down, trying to make herself smaller, in hopes Caliapaw would accept. They'd be spending some time together, and the Medicine cat wouldn't be alone for once. It was a win-win situation in Goldenpaw's eyes.

[Leaf]

NightWarrior4Life ?) Sunrock looked up at the other tom. “Oh hey Harmonyblade. It does,” the tabby said with a little flick of his ears. “I’m doing fine. How about you?” He asked, tail curling neatly at his side.

[Leucos]

yellowbee yawned she did have a rather boring day her hazel eyes scanned the den some warriors were there a lazy smile showed on her jaws .
The really only interesting thing was that she had play fought with her sister willowfang and she won twice! She smirked remembering her small victory but she did wish to be in a real battle to show her strength but she did have a family so she normally had to choose between fight or flight she didn't want to leave her sis . Yellowbee yawned again her tail flicked as she plopped down on her moss bed wondering where her mother was
" haven't seen mom in a while...wonder if she's ok... " she meowed and placed her head on her paws her ears twitched again that lazy smile on her face
Raven hollow
Raven hollow

[NightWarrior4Life]

NightWarrior4Life ?) Sunrock looked up at the other tom. “Oh hey Harmonyblade. It does,” the tabby said with a little flick of his ears. “I’m doing fine. How about you?” He asked, tail curling neatly at his side.
(Mmmmmmmmmm I'm your secret Santa! ;))
"Oh just the usual...I'm anxious like everyone else about this battle but...I know some cats in WindClan...I don't want them to get hurt." the ginger Tom sighed. He was a bit reluctant to keep telling every cat that he may be unloyal. He'd spoken to PassionBlaze and FennelNose, neither really knew his pain and confusion.

[Leaf]

NightWarrior4Life Thanks! I really like the characters) Sunrock nodded slowly. “I don’t know many cats in WindClan but I see what you mean. It’s very understandable what you’re feeling,” the tabby tom said, feeling like he sounded like his older brother. He often looked up to older tom and was now taking what he had seen of how he handled situations to use in a conversation that included serious matters.

[Random Melody]

"The dream team," The tom agreed with a nod, a smile on his maw as he did so. It was funny - a few days ago, Marshjump hadn't been so sure that they would be a mentor/apprentice team after all. He had been watching the other warriors, his thoughts going to oh, this one's so much like Minty or oh, this one would do a good job with Mintkit every time that he saw someone he thought would be a better mentor. And yet here they were, just as Marshjump had hoped - hesitantly hoped, but he had still wanted it - and now things were back on track. "So, where to first? The territory and borders, I'm guessing?" That was where most mentors began training their apprentices. Marshjump was sure he would be running into a few familiar faces if they were to go out there right now. They could mix it up, start with battle training - but who was he to mess with structure? To hell with structure, he might have said. But even with those words he would be silently hoping that no one was watching him, judging him, that Snowstar wouldn't take his new apprentice away even if he did screw up every once in a while.


"Dream team." Mintpaw giggled, weaving around his paws with a wide, cheerful smile. His next words had her ears pricking faintly. "Well, you're the mentor, mentor!" She replied, butting her head lightly against his chest and nuzzling into his fur with a smile. "Sounds good." She mrrowed with a smile. She'd never felt so much like a kit. But then she reminded herself she shouldn't be acting like a kit, she should be acting like an apprentice. So she paused, but only for a second. Snowstar was the leader and she could act cheerful and happy, so Mintpaw could, too, right? So, she continued as she was, grinning brightly up at her mentor, her best friend, her "older brother". Her whiskers twitched, tail lashing eagerly from side to side.

[NightWarrior4Life]

NightWarrior4Life Thanks! I really like the characters) Sunrock nodded slowly. “I don’t know many cats in WindClan but I see what you mean. It’s very understandable what you’re feeling,” the tabby tom said, feeling like he sounded like his older brother. He often looked up to older tom and was now taking what he had seen of how he handled situations to use in a conversation that included serious matters.
HarmonyBlade purred. "Wow, reall? Thanks SunRock. No cat has understood me until now...would you like to share some some prey?" He waved his tail to the prey pile.

[Mauve]

Lonestar23

Feeling a rather small, soft bundle of fur stumble into her foreleg, Emberwing blinked and turned her head, her pale green gaze focusing on the arrival of Brightkit. Near them a tiny ball of moss sat, battered and starting to fall apart, and it wasn't long until the warrior realized that this kit must've been locked into a pretty intense game of chase. A purr rumbled in her belly, and the ginger feline turned to that she was facing more towards the tiny calico kitten. She wasn't one to get angry easily - unless someone threatened her Clan - so she smiled down fondly at Brightkit.

"Why hello there Brightkit!" she purred, using one of her free paws to smooth down some of the fur that had fluffed itself up on Brightkit's head. "My name is Emberwing. It's nice to meet you." She studied the younger kit and noticed quickly how her eye was glazed over. Poor thing, she thought with a sting of sympathy. Brightkit appeared to be nearing her six moons, and for a moment Emberwing wondered how her warrior training would go. With the battle coming up, would she be left in the dust while all the other apprentices with two working eyes were trained? She surely hoped that wouldn't be the case; with Brightkit's spirit, Emberwing was sure she would make an excellent ThunderClan warrior.

Turning her attention back to the present, Emberwing glanced at the moss ball, using her tail to bat it back over to them. "I see you've caught your first prey!" she mewed, amusement lighting up her gaze as she looked from the ball of moss to Brightkit. "Have you no one to play with?" Surely the young she-kit had friends in the nursery? It wasn't too often that kits stumbled out into the clearing for their games - after all, if Emberwing were still small enough she'd much rather be in the warm serenity of the den rather than trudging through the cold leaf-bare snow in search of scraps of prey in a desolate forest.

[Tigress]

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!"
"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.

Stoneheart looked at Duskkit with much interest. "Perhaps they are all just impatient," he meowed calmly. He watched Adderkit and Minnowkit flail around and he grinned. It made him happy to see happy kittens again. He turned his head, trying to spot his mate, but he could not see her. Maybe she was still in the nursery.

(Sorry for being so late and inactive!)
Silentshade Phoenix Flames little-life-light

[wolfie]

The kit shifted her weight, scoffed, mumbled, made excuses under her breath, and then eventually sighed. "Okay, Quietpaw-" She mewed, accenting his own name in the same way that he had accented hers - "If... and I'm not saying it is, but if my name was Vixenkit, who told you?" The kit asked. There was no good way to ask her question. He would know that she was Vixenkit now - and her name suited her perfectly. Much like the cunning animal she was named after, the feline was quite the trickster. She weaseled her way out of whatever she could - perhaps Weaselkit would have been a better name for her - but she liked her name. Vixenkit liked to think that her Mother had planned out her name and personality from even before she was born. Her sibling was much different then her, and the feline couldn't remember the last time they had agreed on anything. Literally anything could be a disagreement with the two of them, not that she minded that much.

She would either win or try to make Oriolekit's argument sound so bad that it would fall apart after. To other cats, anyways. Her sibling had always hated that. They had blamed her, and made her seem like the bad guy when really, she was just trying to survive. And with her acting? She was thriving. Vixenkit was an extrovert, though she might have seemed more like a leech - sucking the energy and emotions out of other cats and then discarding them when they were no longer of use to her. She only used you until you were no longer useful, no longer entertaining or serving her purposes of making her look good, or popular, and then she tossed you aside. She wouldn't tell you the truth, of course - that would make her look like a bad guy, wouldn't it? And I'm really not that bad. They just don't see it yet, but I'm good. This was what she truly believed. The thought had entered her head ever since she'd been competing with Oriolekit, for everything.

With her sibling out of the way, at least to her knowledge, now Vixenkit was truly able to shine in the spotlight. She had always taken the spotlight, trying to keep it out of reach from her sibling, but they had stolen it back every once in a while when she had most hated it. "Ryepelt? What a fascinating name! Can't say I know - him! Or is it her? Anyways, is training hard?" The she cat practically babbled, changing the subject off of her name and onto something rather more interesting. Quietpaw seemed to be figuring her out. And Vixenkit hated that. If he stripped down her acting layers too far, he would find that she was nowhere near as interesting as she seemed. Which would mean the she cat lost. And Vixenkit? She hated losing. She would figure out some way to win, no matter what the cost was for her or for him.

The medicine cat knew she was luckier then most. Some cats were shunned by their families, rejected, and she knew that even a medicine cat was not immune to being bullied or rejected. But unlike some cats who could ignore, or fight back, her job was to save the bullies' lives if it was needed. She hadn't been bullied recently - perhaps everyone was too in awe, or too stunned at her new position to make fun of her. It wasn't like she'd ever really been made fun of, anyways. Caliapaw had been average - even she would at least admit that she was average, and not below - her entire life. She'd lived in a nice family, she had done fairly well in training, though she would say that she had been nowhere near the best apprentice, and all of a sudden she was being treated like she was something special. But she wasn't. Caliapaw wasn't special. She knew that she was lucky, growing up in a family who loved her, who cared for her, and yet she felt so alone.

She was different from her siblings, even now she was different. They were all going to fall in love, have their crushes and someday mates and kits and so on. But she wouldn't understand because she never had. She had never understood how her parents got along and were together and all of that. She never understood how apprentices knew how they were in love. Was it an attraction based thing, and off of appearances or personality? Caliapaw had never felt any attraction, but she was still young. She just didn't understand. She didn't get it. "I - I haven't ever been... alone, I guess, I mean - you guys have always been really supportive and really nice..." Her voice trailed off and she sighed. Why did she feel so raw and open like Doepaw had just opened up a wound? Why did it sting like he'd put marigold in that wound?

Caliapaw didn't understand the meaning of the word "love." She wasn't sure that she had ever loved anyone, even in the friendship or family sense. What did it mean? And how could you know for sure? She'd heard it said that it meant you would die for someone, but Caliapaw wondered how you could know that. When the time came - when it [I]really came - would you actually do it? Somehow, she really doubted it. You could never know for sure and that was a risk she wasn't willing to take. "But I'm different, Doepaw. You guys are learning to be warriors, and it's hard being the only one who knows for [I]sure what it feels like to be working to save someone's life, trying so hard, and then they're just gone. Like that. I wasn't ready, Doepaw... I wasn't ready for any of this. I should have known how to save her, Wheatfur taught me, I just-" She stopped, her voice cutting off shakily. Caliapaw hated crying in front of other cats. Because it drew attention, and she didn't want those eyes on her, or the caring remarks, or concerned questions.

She wanted to be normal. God, she wanted to be normal so badly. But she had agreed to be the medicine cat apprentice because she had worked with Wheatfur before, or hung out in there while he worked, and she had thought it was a good choice for her. She had wanted to be different at the time, because she had thought it might help. And even when Wheatfur was alive, she had been a little happier. Perhaps a little more confident. Maybe there was a new spring in her step as she got ready to go to training, knowing that he was going to help her. That was gone now, because now she wasn't ready. She hadn't been ready to stand on her own. She needed help, because if she didn't get it, her mind was going to eventually destroy her. Caliapaw could always feel it working, on overdrive, wondering if she could get just one more thing done that day, if she could treat just one more cat, if she could heal just one more wound, then that would make a big difference.

She had met a few cats now, cats she hadn't even known had existed before. Now she knew them. It was almost nice. And when she was able to help, it reminded her why she had wanted this. But losing a patient had taken a toll on her, and one that was not easily fixed. Caliapaw would learn, though, over time, that not all mental wounds were going to heal and that she would just have to teach herself to deal with them in the best way possible for her. Perhaps she would be able to. Someday, somehow.

Powdernose taking charge, telling Stonegazer how to relax, was quite possibly one of the most amusing things the older tom had ever experienced. Not because the tom was doing a bad job - on the contrary, he was surprisingly good at it. But because it was normally the stoic feline's job to take charge, to take control of a situation that he was in. He found himself trying to do it more and more, but it appeared that that wasn't happening for him right now. "What about hunting, though? Isn't it selfish to take prey from the Clan without giving any in return?" The tom asked, his expression quizzical. He had already hunted that morning - so he didn't feel too bad, but if he hadn't, the question would have been more valid. He was still curious to know the answer, however. Did Powdernose hunt before he took prey, or did he take without giving anything in return?

Glancing at the prey that was offered to him by the other tom, Stonegazer hesitantly pulled it a little closer towards him with one silvery-grey paw - unsure, but unwilling to hurt the other cat's feelings by rejecting the offer. The tom was somewhat traditional when it came to manners - he was definitely catching up with things like gender identity, and sexuality, open to everything, but he did not appreciate cats who were rude. That was the only thing that he was unwilling to "catch up" on was the seemingly new rudeness that had come with new generations of cats. Over the moons something had been lost, even when he was a young tom something had been lost. He was a pessimist by nature, but that didn't mean that he couldn't reason and have his differences in a polite and logical manner. Lowering his head, Stonegazer took a bite of the prey... it was larger then Powdernose's, but not so large as to appear like he was starving.

He wasn't, he was just used to eating fairly quickly. The tom wasn't quite as neat, either, the illusion that everything he did must be dignified and elegant-looking quickly shattering with that bite. He pushed the prey back to Powdernose, the ettiquette that he had grown up with kicking in. Perhaps it was different when you were supposed to have a "lazy life?" Either way, Stonegazer would soon learn. He was willing to, that was the big thing. At least he was willing to learn and take advice and he would change, if he needed to. However much change was needed, that was what he would give. At least for today. Changing forever would take some time, and Stonegazer was not willing to be less of a hard worker for the rest of his life. He liked the way he was - and wanted to keep it that way.

Snowpaw's question brought amusement twinkling into Caliapaw's eyes. She had thought about this before and had come to the conclusion that if StarClan didn't exist, or the Dark Forest, there would be nowhere for the cats to go. They would remain dead forever, their spirits trapped inside their bodies, slowly dying as well until eventually it was like they had never existed. They wouldn't watch over their loved ones. They wouldn't be doing anything like that. They would just be... dead. For now and forever. "There would be no afterlife. They'd just be gone forever," She explained matter-of-factly to her brother, not bothering to think about whether the question had been hypothetical or not. That was what happened to loners, wasn't it? They were just dead. There was no afterlife for them, no knowing that they would be somewhere that was better, softer, they would just be gone. That must be why loners were more afraid of death then Caliapaw felt. She didn't want to die, sure, but she wasn't terrified of it.

She would be in StarClan with Wheatfur and her other ancestors, able to move on from the life that she led now and there would be no more stress. She would be at peace, just like the many cats who had come before her were. Just like they always would be. The she cat listened to Snowpaw's story patiently, amusement twinkling in her eyes as he finished, and she purred in a manner of polite applause. "That was great, Snowpaw. You have a real knack for that," She mewed in her most encouraging tone of voice. It wasn't particuarly peppy or excited, there were rare times that her voice sounded like that, but it was more of a softer, rounded sound then the sharp, pointed one or dull, calm one that she generally used when she was speaking. There was no in between for her usually, except for now. A soft tone of voice was challenging for her, but she had done it quite neatly - she thought.

Perhaps she was wrong and if she was, it wouldn't make much of a difference anyways. Caliapaw knew she'd made a few differences so far, for better and for worse, and she couldn't say which was more stressful. The better differences had led to several stressful occurances - more pressure being put on her (by her), thinking that she could save everyone, and then there was Goldenpaw. The admiring younger apprentice who thought she was just about the best thing that had ever happened. Caliapaw knew that Goldenpaw admired her, but there was no need for all of this starstruck acting around her, and the other cat was just so bouncy that it was hard for Caliapaw to take her seriously. She wished the cat would stop, but so far she had just sort of been ignoring her. She wasn't in the mood to deal with Goldenpaw and her antics right now, at all. Thank goodness it was Snowpaw she had met when she had entered the clearing and not the other she cat.

"What about a hunt? Or, you could hunt and I could look for herbs? It'd probably be a good idea," The medicine cat mewed. She was getting restless, just sitting in the clearing, and figured it wouldn't do much harm to get out on her "break." Then she could settle for organizing the herbs, cleaning the medicine cat's den, and it would be a fairly quiet afternoon - or so she was hoping.

Snowpaw ears lowered, his tail tip stopped flickering. "Whaa?! That's horrible!" How would they remember their loved ones? Or friends? I mean, they would forget them one day without a reminder, right?The truth is that the apprentice feared of being forgotten. Their was a tingling feeling in his paws that set him to be unease. Their were was a glint of fear in his eyes. If Starclan didn't exist - if the clans didn't exist, he would be forgotten if he even existed. Their were times he pictured himself not being apart of a family, a loner who wandered the land. He would have just been called Snow or a different name. Even if he could explore the world, what was the use if you were alone? For Snowpaw it was no life for him. He didn't like the answer he had been given even if it was the truth. The clans, friends, family, everything - Snowpaw was grateful. "I suppose we all have something to be grateful for. " He meowed. His bright smile returned, shaking his head a little. "Since what is worth living if we don't have someone to share it with? Though other cats may think different cause we all have different beliefs!" Beliefs..

Beliefs could be shunned, good or bad, or just what they were taught in their life. Starclan was a belief that they were usually taught though some didn't believe in it. Snowpaw did, however. Just like how he disliked the warrior code. Which he was sure that more than half of the clan were aware of it. If they didn't, where have they been all this time? Though cats should be able to say their oponion. Yet their is always a risk of someone disliking it or being shunned by it. For all what Snowpaw had learned was to keep quiet if you didn't want to get yelled at becuase you spoke back. It seem the apprentice wasn't exactly the kind to be rude but he doesn't blindly follow orders. Sadly on his part he can't tell if they are actually ordering him or just saying it as a choice. He usually picks the wrong one. His grin grew a bit bigger recalling the farther memory. It seem if he grinned any bigger it would fall of his face! It was when he was Snowkit instead of Snowpaw. He was stuck in the nursery for a week because he his little trick. In his opioin he was just stating that he wouldn't be boss around but the warrior thought differently. He had screeched his lungs out becuase a warrior told him to get a piece a prey for his mother.

"Thanks, everyone has a knack and guess story telling is mine!" Snowpaw purr, his whiskers twitched in pride. "Ah, my cheeks hurt." He mumbled. His wide smile disappered but his eyes had a happy glint in them. Obivously he wasn't unhappy but bit uncomfortable of grinning so wide. His body seem to rock right and left, careful to not bump into his sister. However it seem like music was playing in his ears that no one else could hear. The movement was barely noticeable but it was there. What he meant that everyone had a knack it was a talent. Snowpaw didn't know what Caliapaw's talent was but he she had one. Considering a cat could be the best kind of listener, or a flirt who always gets who they want, or they could be the best hunter in the clan. While to Snowpaw it was like a super power because they could take pride in something. Yet he knew that a knack wasn't always good or to the cat who had them. "When I'm a elder, I swear I'll make it my goal to have all the kits love my stories!" Snowpaw vowed before deciding to do a elder impression. "Wanna hear my elder impression? Of course you do!" He assumed. Rather exicted of doing it, his smile returned again. "Elloo.. dearrryy, have you come to restock my bedding?" Snowpaw said, his voice was horrible high-pitch. He ended up coughing because of it, "I can't ever do that voice again. I think.. if I do I will be a forever mute." He joked.

Snowpaw may have jump up too fast because he fall down. "Yus!" He said a little too loud. "Let's go, I'll catch you the biggest prey ever and.. hey! Maybe even learn something!" He seem unmiskatly excited of leaving the camp. While he was happy he could actually run about instead of staying still. He didn't seem to notice his voice was louder than it needed to be as he stood up again.

[Phoenix Flames]

Stoneheart looked at Duskkit with much interest. "Perhaps they are all just impatient," he meowed calmly. He watched Adderkit and Minnowkit flail around and he grinned. It made him happy to see happy kittens again. He turned his head, trying to spot his mate, but he could not see her. Maybe she was still in the nursery.

(Sorry for being so late and inactive!)
Silentshade Phoenix Flames little-life-light
(We still rp this? I thought we stopped a couple months ago! It's been awhile since I've since these posts.)

[cute skeleton]

yellowbee yawned she did have a rather boring day her hazel eyes scanned the den some warriors were there a lazy smile showed on her jaws .
The really only interesting thing was that she had play fought with her sister willowfang and she won twice! She smirked remembering her small victory but she did wish to be in a real battle to show her strength but she did have a family so she normally had to choose between fight or flight she didn't want to leave her sis . Yellowbee yawned again her tail flicked as she plopped down on her moss bed wondering where her mother was
" haven't seen mom in a while...wonder if she's ok... " she meowed and placed her head on her paws her ears twitched again that lazy smile on her face
Raven hollow

crowclaw padded into the warriors den with her dull look on her face she always had. she paid little attention to the cats around her as she went past them, including her daughters. crowclaw went straight to her bed and laid down, after having a long day she decided want to get some rest before having to do something again.

(sorry its short, i have no clue what to type for her)

[Leucos]

crowclaw padded into the warriors den with her dull look on her face she always had. she paid little attention to the cats around her as she went past them, including her daughters. crowclaw went straight to her bed and laid down, after having a long day she decided want to get some rest before having to do something again.

(sorry its short, i have no clue what to type for her)

yellowbees ears perked up her hazel eyes looked straight at her mother she smiled wide and her tail thrashed happily she stood up to her
Paws now padding over to her mother she missed her . She kinda left a lot leaving yellowbee to worry " mom! Where have you been? " she meowed curiously her tone had a sense of happiness .the cream tabby she cat sat beside her mother acting like a kit again she purred as well " you ok? "
She asked with a tilt of her head

[Leaf]

NightWarrior4Life ) "Sure," Sunrock said before padding towards the fresh kill pile and taking a vole. He brought it back to the other before sitting down again, tail curled around his paws in a neat fashion. He waited for the other to take a bite- it was the polite thing to do, as his mother had taught him when he was a kit.

[Echofall]

The small cream-and-white kit laid down near the entrance of the nursery, her tail swayed slowly as she watched the other kits play and talk.

(OPEN)


( Megan Tazzy jellyfish Frosty in case ya'll wanna know)

[Tazzy]

The small cream-and-white kit laid down near the entrance of the nursery, her tail swayed slowly as she watched the other kits play and talk.

(OPEN)


( Megan Tazzy jellyfish Frosty in case ya'll wanna know)

Shellkit watched her sisters tail sway back and forth. She crouched down silently and wiggled her haunches before lunging at the tail with a squeal “Gotcha!”

[Barnabas]

The small cream-and-white kit laid down near the entrance of the nursery, her tail swayed slowly as she watched the other kits play and talk.

(OPEN)


( Megan Tazzy jellyfish Frosty in case ya'll wanna know)
Shellkit watched her sisters tail sway back and forth. She crouched down silently and wiggled her haunches before lunging at the tail with a squeal “Gotcha!”

Crookedkit watched his sisters before running in to join them. He pounced on top of Shellkit. "And I got you!" he yowled with a light purr.

[Tazzy]

Crookedkit watched his sisters before running in to join them. He pounced on top of Shellkit. "And I got you!" he yowled with a light purr.


Shellkit fell under the weight of her brother. She roled onto her back and began pummeling his belly with her hind paws, keeping them sheathed. “Not for long” she squealed her eyes glittering with laughter.

[NightWarrior4Life]

NightWarrior4Life ) "Sure," Sunrock said before padding towards the fresh kill pile and taking a vole. He brought it back to the other before sitting down again, tail curled around his paws in a neat fashion. He waited for the other to take a bite- it was the polite thing to do, as his mother had taught him when he was a kit.
As SunRock was walking back with a vole, HarmonyBlade was planning on letting his friend have to first bite but when The other Tom was waiting for him to take the first bite, he couldn't say no. Once he'd eaten his fill, he pushed the kill to SunRock, licking his lips.

[Tigress]

(We still rp this? I thought we stopped a couple months ago! It's been awhile since I've since these posts.)

Well I went inactive for awhile so I don't know if that was why everyone stopped or what but I was hoping we could start it back up

[Phoenix Flames]

Well I went inactive for awhile so I don't know if that was why everyone stopped or what but I was hoping we could start it back up
That might've been why. And because I haven't been replying as much to these posts.

[Tigress]

That might've been why. And because I haven't been replying as much to these posts.

Perhaps, so yeah, I was trying to get everyone back. Are you still interested in this rp?

[Phoenix Flames]

Perhaps, so yeah, I was trying to get everyone back. Are you still interested in this rp?
Not as much anymore.. But the five of you can still rp.. I just don't feel like replying to the posts anymore.

[cute skeleton]

yellowbees ears perked up her hazel eyes looked straight at her mother she smiled wide and her tail thrashed happily she stood up to her
Paws now padding over to her mother she missed her . She kinda left a lot leaving yellowbee to worry " mom! Where have you been? " she meowed curiously her tone had a sense of happiness .the cream tabby she cat sat beside her mother acting like a kit again she purred as well " you ok? "
She asked with a tilt of her head

"hunting, doing some battle practice. normal warrior things" she said annoyed. "im fine, not like we had a battle today" she said half snapping it. she wanted to rest yet she was stuck with her daughter, it wasnt like she hated her. crowclaw loved her daughters but she didnt show it much, especially when she was tired and annoyed.

[Leucos]

"hunting, doing some battle practice. normal warrior things" she said annoyed. "im fine, not like we had a battle today" she said half snapping it. she wanted to rest yet she was stuck with her daughter, it wasnt like she hated her. crowclaw loved her daughters but she didnt show it much, especially when she was tired and annoyed.

yellowbee flinched a bit her ears twitched she grumbled she backed up with a huff and a roll of her eyes " wooow sorry for carrying . You are more cranky then a badger at times mom " she meowed with a flick of her tail a hint of hurt mixed with joking was added to her tone. She sighed and shook her fur wondering how her mother has gotten to be so....complicated . Her hazel eyes stared at crowclaw her anger pecked at her bones but she kept it down although sometimes she just wanted to claw her mom's nose for being so mean.

[Barnabas]

Foxfur
Frostfeather laid in her nest inside the nursery, four kits at her belly. She had finally given birth to them and it made her heart grow by just watching the kits sleep beside her. The queen glanced at the nursery entrance, looking to see if her mate Silverscar would show up to see their kits. 'He'll come. Just give him time. Oh I love my kits! Their so ebautiful,' thought Frostfeather, looking back at her kits.

[Leaf]

NightWarrior4Life ) Sunrock waited for the other to finish and when he did he ate his share. When he was done, he sat back with a little purr. "That was good," he muttered, feeling full and satisfied.

[Nomad]

Foxfur
Frostfeather laid in her nest inside the nursery, four kits at her belly. She had finally given birth to them and it made her heart grow by just watching the kits sleep beside her. The queen glanced at the nursery entrance, looking to see if her mate Silverscar would show up to see their kits. 'He'll come. Just give him time. Oh I love my kits! Their so ebautiful,' thought Frostfeather, looking back at her kits.
When Silverscar was able to he flew into The nursery(not literally but he was running fast enough) tower his mate and see the kits and when he laid eyes on them his eyes glowed with love and pride, he bentr down and Nuzzled Frostfeather's head

[Echofall]

Marbledkit jumped as Shellkit pounced her tail and swatted her sister's ears (with sheathed claws) as Crookedkit pounced onto Shellkit. "Haha! Don't got me anymore!" she giggled with a smile.

[wickedvirtues]

Stoneheart looked at Duskkit with much interest. "Perhaps they are all just impatient," he meowed calmly. He watched Adderkit and Minnowkit flail around and he grinned. It made him happy to see happy kittens again. He turned his head, trying to spot his mate, but he could not see her. Maybe she was still in the nursery.

(Sorry for being so late and inactive!)
Silentshade Phoenix Flames little-life-light

(Hng I'll give Minnowkit some development why not--)

Minnowkit watched her friend walk off, then turned to her father. "Is being an apprentice scary? Do you have to fight a lot?" She squeaked, her eyes big and curious as she sat at his paws, waiting for answers. Her ears were perked up and she twitched her tail.

[Zero]

Pinkpaw realized it was more of a normal fear, less of a rediculous one likes hers which amazed her,” Yeah...” she stammered,” I’m scared that I’ll have to fight in the battle with Windclan, even though Windclan’s our enemy, they still are cats. Yes I won’t kill them, but if I wound them, they could die of infection. And battle training, my mentor grunts when he hits the ground, I hate knowing they feel pain. I hate hurting emotions causing emotional pain, like pushing away a cat that likes me that I don’t like. Maybe some cats are right that I should go back to where I came from...the twoleg place.” She muttered as she wasn’t proud to be a former kittypet, but she hated the twoleg place even though she acted like kittypet.

Zerosight's ears turned toward the young she-cat in order to hear her better as she confessed her inner fears to him. His heart instantly went out to her, remembering back to the time when he had struggled with that as well. "I have always found fighting ridiculous, but over time I have realized that some situations need it to happen so that everyone can move past it," He meowed at first. "And, you have to remember that each clan has their own medicine cat, so everyone should be taken care of." The old tom had no idea if such words would help her, but he had to try at least. "And as for hurting people emotionally, sometimes it can't be helped. The only thing you can do is to try to do it as gently as possible when time calls for such a thing," He sighed softly. "The world isn't perfect, sometimes you'll be forced to do things you won't like to do."

[Mango]

Zerosight's ears turned toward the young she-cat in order to hear her better as she confessed her inner fears to him. His heart instantly went out to her, remembering back to the time when he had struggled with that as well. "I have always found fighting ridiculous, but over time I have realized that some situations need it to happen so that everyone can move past it," He meowed at first. "And, you have to remember that each clan has their own medicine cat, so everyone should be taken care of." The old tom had no idea if such words would help her, but he had to try at least. "And as for hurting people emotionally, sometimes it can't be helped. The only thing you can do is to try to do it as gently as possible when time calls for such a thing," He sighed softly. "The world isn't perfect, sometimes you'll be forced to do things you won't like to do."
She nodded," I know all clans have medicine cats, but like us- Riverclan only has an apprentice for a medicine cat. And I hate hunting, because I'm certain prey can feel our claws going into them. And anyways, not everyone survives their wounds." she meowed hoping Zerosight would understand what she meant.

[Zero]

She nodded," I know all clans have medicine cats, but like us- Riverclan only has an apprentice for a medicine cat. And I hate hunting, because I'm certain prey can feel our claws going into them. And anyways, not everyone survives their wounds." she meowed hoping Zerosight would understand what she meant.

Zerosight nodded. "I understand what you mean," He meowed softly. The blind tom closed his eyes. "I guess all of that is something that you have to live with if you want a life as a warrior cat. Though some aspects are harsh, there are so many good things too. WindClan is one huge family... I worked through my fears because I love each and every one of the cats in my clan. I wanted to be the best I could for them."

[Mango]

Zerosight nodded. "I understand what you mean," He meowed softly. The blind tom closed his eyes. "I guess all of that is something that you have to live with if you want a life as a warrior cat. Though some aspects are harsh, there are so many good things too. WindClan is one huge family... I worked through my fears because I love each and every one of the cats in my clan. I wanted to be the best I could for them."
(Gunna persume you were having a moment of mixing up Zero and Surge with the WC reference)

She nodded,” Yeah. Thunderclan is. Though most cats put family over the rest of there clan. Though- the reason I have concern about injuring someone is because if I was injured enough to go to the medicine cat’s den, I’d prefer a full medicine cat rather than a medicine cat apprentice treating my wounds.” She meowed she didn’t know if it was bad that she was admitting that she didn’t trust Caliapaw’s work or not, but she personally would feel better if Zerosight would leave the elder’s den and become Caliapaw’s mentor- yes he was walking dust, but atleast Caliapaw wouldn’t be mentored by the cats of Starclan, who may or may not be real, she after all could possibly be being self-taught. Or was Caliapaw being taught by Shinefang- the Skyclan medicine cat. Perhaps Daydream- the medicine cat of Shadowclan. Hopefully not Windclan’s medicine cat Surgestorm, after all. Thunderclan and Windclan weren’t getting along, if Surgestorm were to refuse to train Caliapaw then the clan would be doomed.

[Tazzy]

Marbledkit jumped as Shellkit pounced her tail and swatted her sister's ears (with sheathed claws) as Crookedkit pounced onto Shellkit. "Haha! Don't got me anymore!" she giggled with a smile.

“I’ll get you when I’m done here” she growled playfully to Marbledkit as she rolled around play fighting with her brother, Crookedkit

[lone]

"Dream team." Mintpaw giggled, weaving around his paws with a wide, cheerful smile. His next words had her ears pricking faintly. "Well, you're the mentor, mentor!" She replied, butting her head lightly against his chest and nuzzling into his fur with a smile. "Sounds good." She mrrowed with a smile. She'd never felt so much like a kit. But then she reminded herself she shouldn't be acting like a kit, she should be acting like an apprentice. So she paused, but only for a second. Snowstar was the leader and she could act cheerful and happy, so Mintpaw could, too, right? So, she continued as she was, grinning brightly up at her mentor, her best friend, her "older brother". Her whiskers twitched, tail lashing eagerly from side to side.


The tom was giddy, practically high with the excitement of getting to train Mintpaw. "Well, what are we waiting for, then?" The warrior asked, shifting his weight from paw to paw, almost bouncing lightly on them as he nudged the she cat back, his tail brushing against her lightly as he did so. This was going to be awesome. And not even just because they were friends, but because Mintpaw truly was an amazing young cat and he looked forward to watching her grow up first-hand and learning more about her during this time. He would know about her first crush, her first love, and he would be there when she had kits. Who knew, maybe his kits and hers would even be best friends like their parents! "Shall we go, m'lady?" Marshjump asked with a mischievious purr as he lowered his head semi-respectfully to his apprentice, his dark eyes twinkling as he glanced up at her from his current position.

(to the borders?)

[Dawnrise14]

Cloverkit lays in her nest watching the kits play with each other '' that looks like fun'' she mumbles. She then gets up and pats her way to the tow kits play- fighting '' h-hello can i... play too? '' she ask nervously.

[cute skeleton]

yellowbee flinched a bit her ears twitched she grumbled she backed up with a huff and a roll of her eyes " wooow sorry for carrying . You are more cranky then a badger at times mom " she meowed with a flick of her tail a hint of hurt mixed with joking was added to her tone. She sighed and shook her fur wondering how her mother has gotten to be so....complicated . Her hazel eyes stared at crowclaw her anger pecked at her bones but she kept it down although sometimes she just wanted to claw her mom's nose for being so mean.

crowclaw did nothing but turned away from her and curled up to sleep for a tiny bit. she honestly didnt mean it, but do to her never showing that she cared. it seemed like she meaner then she really was.

(I dont know what to type -_-

[Leucos]

crowclaw did nothing but turned away from her and curled up to sleep for a tiny bit. she honestly didnt mean it, but do to her never showing that she cared. it seemed like she meaner then she really was.

(I dont know what to type -_-

Yellowbee grunted her eyes narrowed she didn't leave she just padded back up to her mother and layed right in front of her smirking her head layed on her paws with a swish of her tail . She wondered how long crowclaw could last and not snap right away . She laughed inside but on the outside she just smirked her ears twitched with a looong obnoxious yawn escaping her jaws .

[cute skeleton]

Yellowbee grunted her eyes narrowed she didn't leave she just padded back up to her mother and layed right in front of her smirking her head layed on her paws with a swish of her tail . She wondered how long crowclaw could last and not snap right away . She laughed inside but on the outside she just smirked her ears twitched with a looong obnoxious yawn escaping her jaws .

crowclaw looked at her more annoyed then ever and turned the other way. she was hoping by the next time if she came in front of her she would start giving up but most likely not.

[Leucos]

crowclaw looked at her more annoyed then ever and turned the other way. she was hoping by the next time if she came in front of her she would start giving up but most likely not.

She chuckled quietly as she pawed her mother's tail trying to get the warrior to snap . For some reason she enjoyed messing with crowclaw watching as her patience is being tested . She pounced on crowclaws tail this time smiling wide this is what she got for being gone most of the day
" mooom just taalk to me " she meowed her ears twitched again

[Tazzy]

Cloverkit lays in her nest watching the kits play with each other '' that looks like fun'' she mumbles. She then gets up and pats her way to the tow kits play- fighting '' h-hello can i... play too? '' she ask nervously.


Shellkit sat up and looked at the new kit “sure!” She replied enthusiastically, letting out a loud purr.

[Mango]

DismissedDreams

Peachrain was a lanky warrior, her golden-brown fur was groomed, the sun wasn’t up yet, as it wasn’t even dawn yet in Thunderclan, the dawn patrol wasn’t even up yet, her green eyes almost seemed black in the darkness, if cats could tell time, it’d be about four in the morning, and the dawn patrol left around six, this is, if cats could tell time like the twolegs did.

Peachrain was ready for training, yes it was early, but she had always learned that the early bird catches the worm. She wanted to teach that lesson on to her knew, unesusiastic apprentice, Willowpaw, after all. Willowpaw judged her for once abandoning her clan for a handsome Dusk Syndicate tom, but she returned, it enraged her, but she was calm and collected visibably whenever the apprentice questioned her loyalty.

She pushed her nose into the den of sleeping apprentices, she spotted Willowpaw asleep, at what was in fact, a reasonable hour to be asleep, she nosed Willowpaw gently,” Willowpaw, wake up. Time for training. As my mentor always said, the early bird gets the worm.” She meowed,” Be quiet, don’t want to wake the members of the dawn patrol.” She murmmered softly to the apprentice,careful not to step of any stray tails and paws in the den,” Grab a small bite and groom your fur before we head out.”

This den gave Peachrain so many memories, it reminded her of her sister, Lilacblossom, she had pretended to be Lilacblossom so many times on Lilacblossom’s assesments, just to help her mentor, and the fear she felt when she was discovered was terrifying. Atleast she got caught, otherwise her sister never could have survived warriorhood. Oh, how she missed Lilacblossom, who commited suicide over her. It broke her heart knowing her sisters death.


(Sorry about the length, and just for reference, it’s about time wise in the start of the RP, two hours before the dawn patrol gets up- that’s Peach for ya)

[SacredMadness]

DismissedDreams

Peachrain was a lanky warrior, her golden-brown fur was groomed, the sun wasn’t up yet, as it wasn’t even dawn yet in Thunderclan, the dawn patrol wasn’t even up yet, her green eyes almost seemed black in the darkness, if cats could tell time, it’d be about four in the morning, and the dawn patrol left around six, this is, if cats could tell time like the twolegs did.

Peachrain was ready for training, yes it was early, but she had always learned that the early bird catches the worm. She wanted to teach that lesson on to her knew, unesusiastic apprentice, Willowpaw, after all. Willowpaw judged her for once abandoning her clan for a handsome Dusk Syndicate tom, but she returned, it enraged her, but she was calm and collected visibably whenever the apprentice questioned her loyalty.

She pushed her nose into the den of sleeping apprentices, she spotted Willowpaw asleep, at what was in fact, a reasonable hour to be asleep, she nosed Willowpaw gently,” Willowpaw, wake up. Time for training. As my mentor always said, the early bird gets the worm.” She meowed,” Be quiet, don’t want to wake the members of the dawn patrol.” She murmmered softly to the apprentice,careful not to step of any stray tails and paws in the den,” Grab a small bite and groom your fur before we head out.”

This den gave Peachrain so many memories, it reminded her of her sister, Lilacblossom, she had pretended to be Lilacblossom so many times on Lilacblossom’s assesments, just to help her mentor, and the fear she felt when she was discovered was terrifying. Atleast she got caught, otherwise her sister never could have survived warriorhood. Oh, how she missed Lilacblossom, who commited suicide over her. It broke her heart knowing her sisters death.


(Sorry about the length, and just for reference, it’s about time wise in the start of the RP, two hours before the dawn patrol gets up- that’s Peach for ya)
(Sounds like me! That’s what I tell my friends when I text them tab 4:30am saying “GOOD MORNING! WAKE UP!!” )

Willowpaw was having an odd dream. It really made no sense, just a bunch of sequences that were irrelevant to each other. First she was chasing an odd colored vole, then a mouse then a 4 legged thing with a dog face. It really made no sense. Her pearly white ears flicked as she heard her mentors voice tell her to get up. Why so early!? she wondered to herself. After opening one of her pale green eyes, she blinked waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She got up from her nest and stretched out her lithe frame. She was slowly starting to build some muscle after being a skinny twig all her life. She nodded to her mentor and nimbly walked out of the nest. She nearly stepped on an apprentices tail but managed to maneuver around it. Too close, she thought to herself. Willowpaw didn’t talk that much due to her being ignored most of her kit life. The moonlight shone brightly on her fur but she paid no attention to that. She walked briskly over to the fresh kill pile but not before looking behind her at Peachrain. She picked up a piece of fresh kill and offered it to her mentor quietly. “Mouse?” Her pale green eyes blinked with curiosity.

[Mango]

Megan
(You said you wanted to RP this, but never answered who goes first, so I’m starting lol- sorry that I literally over night improved on RPing)

Owlstone had dragged her light colored fur over to the highpeak, she enjoyed watching the kits become apprentices, it was the only thing that ever light up her olive colored orbs. She gave a faint smile as she heard each kit being called up and apprenticed, but for some reason, today, when she heard her best friend Peachrain being given an apprentice known as Willowpaw something she might call envy began to form, I always enjoy this, so now that my best friend gets one I feel envious. Wow. Like that’d happen. I just need to accept that I’m incapable of becoming a mentor.,” Congrats sister.” She muttered burying herself deeper in her self-pity and misery, she had a good heart, yes, but depression on top of it, she trusted her best friend to mentor the apprentice well. She had doubts of getting a mate, and her chances of an apprentice were almost zero.

She shook her head and continued listening, she saw a young kit drag herself forward and was referred to by the name, Flowerkit. Poor Flowerkit, didn’t even get a chance to hunt, battle train, probably going to get an apprentice name and just do apprentice duties all day, poor mite. she shook her head sadly at Flowerpaw the newly named apprentice then she heard words she never imagined Snowstar would say ‘Owlstone will be your mentor’. She didn’t hear the rest of the ceremony, her eyes were streaming tears of joy and shock, but suddenly she stopped I can barely go into the territory, let alone hunt and fight, and now Snowstar’s expecting me to train Flowerpaw and make her a warrior who can hunt and fight... fear stuck her, as she reminded herself that this was her dream, and that it’d be a learning experience for both of them. She nervously dragged herself over to Flowerpaw,” Flowerpaw, I’m Owlstone. This will be a learning experience for both of us...as I...err...haven’t hunted since I was injured, let alone fought a battle.” She murmmered touching Flowerpaw’s nose to signify that she was the mentor.

[Mango]

(Sounds like me! That’s what I tell my friends when I text them tab 4:30am saying “GOOD MORNING! WAKE UP!!” )

Willowpaw was having an odd dream. It really made no sense, just a bunch of sequences that were irrelevant to each other. First she was chasing an odd colored vole, then a mouse then a 4 legged thing with a dog face. It really made no sense. Her pearly white ears flicked as she heard her mentors voice tell her to get up. Why so early!? she wondered to herself. After opening one of her pale green eyes, she blinked waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She got up from her nest and stretched out her lithe frame. She was slowly starting to build some muscle after being a skinny twig all her life. She nodded to her mentor and nimbly walked out of the nest. She nearly stepped on an apprentices tail but managed to maneuver around it. Too close, she thought to herself. Willowpaw didn’t talk that much due to her being ignored most of her kit life. The moonlight shone brightly on her fur but she paid no attention to that. She walked briskly over to the fresh kill pile but not before looking behind her at Peachrain. She picked up a piece of fresh kill and offered it to her mentor quietly. “Mouse?” Her pale green eyes blinked with curiosity.
(Literally this morning I thought, maybe in each post I should cover the who,what, where, when, and why thingy and bam five sentences to ten sentences. Like that, soon it’ll be a book per post)

Peachrain gave a small nod to Willowpaw and took the mouse smiling,” Thank You, Willowpaw.” She ate it quickly she knew it was awful to most apprentices getting up at this hour, just like teenage twolegs you typically had to drag them out, so she was quiet impressed that she got Willowpaw out with ease,” Sorry it’s early, training so you won’t miss a dawnpatrol ever.” She murmered and training in the dark, and not keeping this young of an apprentice up late at night. she tried to keep her pawsteps quiet in the clearing, but unless she stalked forward, their was a loud crunch sound every step she took, so she settled for stalking around the clearing, as if she was following a mouse, and needed to be nimble Lucky Willowpaw, she’s light enough she wont wake the whole clan walking normally. She’d show Willowpaw how to stalk in the darkness, afterall, she couldn’t really show her the borders in the darkness.

[SacredMadness]

(Literally this morning I thought, maybe in each post I should cover the who,what, where, when, and why thingy and bam five sentences to ten sentences. Like that, soon it’ll be a book per post)

Peachrain gave a small nod to Willowpaw and took the mouse smiling,” Thank You, Willowpaw.” She ate it quickly she knew it was awful to most apprentices getting up at this hour, just like teenage twolegs you typically had to drag them out, so she was quiet impressed that she got Willowpaw out with ease,” Sorry it’s early, training so you won’t miss a dawnpatrol ever.” She murmered and training in the dark, and not keeping this young of an apprentice up late at night. she tried to keep her pawsteps quiet in the clearing, but unless she stalked forward, their was a loud crunch sound every step she took, so she settled for stalking around the clearing, as if she was following a mouse, and needed to be nimble Lucky Willowpaw, she’s light enough she wont wake the whole clan walking normally. She’d show Willowpaw how to stalk in the darkness, afterall, she couldn’t really show her the borders in the darkness.
Willowpaw quickly scarfed down a mouse and watched Peachrain stalking around the clearing. What the- she thought but shook her head. “It’s fine, I usually wake up early anyway. I never could sleep well. What are we doing during training today?” She spouted quietly. She had done her talking for today. She watched Peachrain stalk around once more and her face turned dead serious. She mentally noted each muscle twitch and positioning of the legs. She would show the bullies who had teased when she was young that she could do whatever they could do. Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I’m weak! It just means I can do anything the bigger cats can’t! she had told the last cat to bully heel. She subtlety (?) shook her head to clear it once more. Stay focused!
(I know how you feel!)

[Mango]

Willowpaw quickly scarfed down a mouse and watched Peachrain stalking around the clearing. What the- she thought but shook her head. “It’s fine, I usually wake up early anyway. I never could sleep well. What are we doing during training today?” She spouted quietly. She had done her talking for today. She watched Peachrain stalk around once more and her face turned dead serious. She mentally noted each muscle twitch and positioning of the legs. She would show the bullies who had teased when she was young that she could do whatever they could do. Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I’m weak! It just means I can do anything the bigger cats can’t! she had told the last cat to bully heel. She subtlety (?) shook her head to clear it once more. Stay focused!
(I know how you feel!)
She smiled, her nicely groomed, golden-brown fur, yet to be ruffled, and her green eyes focused on her shy apprentice, who to her seemed rather talkative. She stopped and risked a loud crack of the snow as she stood up,” Today, we first will do an introduction to hunting, I’ll teach you how to stalk prey quietly- and when the sun is up and we finish that lessson, I’ll show you the borders, after all apperances and scents are important. Then we’ll take a break at sunhigh so you can get some prey, then I’ll do a little more practice with hunting, before you do apprentice duties and have the evening off, as I myself prefer to have the evenings off and a busy morning over sleeping in and working late at night.” She meowed proudly. She had to restrain from calling her new apprentice, ‘sweetpea’ or ‘honey or other pet names, she had to get to know lil’ Willow better first, so that Willowpaw wouldn’t completely freak the first time she did it,” Let me know if I ever go to soft on you-or to hard for that matter of fact.” She whispered. You ready to go.” She asked.

[SacredMadness]

She smiled, her nicely groomed, golden-brown fur, yet to be ruffled, and her green eyes focused on her shy apprentice, who to her seemed rather talkative. She stopped and risked a loud crack of the snow as she stood up,” Today, we first will do an introduction to hunting, I’ll teach you how to stalk prey quietly- and when the sun is up and we finish that lessson, I’ll show you the borders, after all apperances and scents are important. Then we’ll take a break at sunhigh so you can get some prey, then I’ll do a little more practice with hunting, before you do apprentice duties and have the evening off, as I myself prefer to have the evenings off and a busy morning over sleeping in and working late at night.” She meowed proudly. She had to restrain from calling her new apprentice, ‘sweetpea’ or ‘honey or other pet names, she had to get to know lil’ Willow better first, so that Willowpaw wouldn’t completely freak the first time she did it,” Let me know if I ever go to soft on you-or to hard for that matter of fact.” She whispered. You ready to go.” She asked.
(Willow hates pet names XD)
She nodded while Peachrain explained everything. “Don’t go easy on me okay? If you go easy on me I won’t get strong,” she said full of pride and determination. The fairly small apprentice had a big attitude for her small body. She liked challenges and nodded eagerly. “What are you waiting for!” She said in a half yell half whisper. This was the most Willowpaw had ever spoken in her life and she liked it. She wriggled her hunches with anticipation and enthusiasm. Training was going to be fun. This warrior had many qualities similar to her own. Early riser, odd habits, spunk. It was great. But she did resent Peachrain a bit on one thing— the fact she had left ThunderClan for the Dusk Syndicate. Willowpaw herself was from outside the clan but didn’t want to believe it. She used to pretend it wasn’t real but the bullying made it hard. Her later years of kithood were spent in depression but it soon dissipated when she had become an apprentice.

[Mango]

(Willow hates pet names XD)
She nodded while Peachrain explained everything. “Don’t go easy on me okay? If you go easy on me I won’t get strong,” she said full of pride and determination. The fairly small apprentice had a big attitude for her small body. She liked challenges and nodded eagerly. “What are you waiting for!” She said in a half yell half whisper. This was the most Willowpaw had ever spoken in her life and she liked it. She wriggled her hunches with anticipation and enthusiasm. Training was going to be fun. This warrior had many qualities similar to her own. Early riser, odd habits, spunk. It was great. But she did resent Peachrain a bit on one thing— the fact she had left ThunderClan for the Dusk Syndicate. Willowpaw herself was from outside the clan but didn’t want to believe it. She used to pretend it wasn’t real but the bullying made it hard. Her later years of kithood were spent in depression but it soon dissipated when she had become an apprentice.
Peachrain gave a smile,” Alright give this twenty five moon old bag of dust a second.” She purred to Willowpaw she knew it was a joke, but she still cared for Willowpaw, after all she was an outsider at birth, and was bullied, she’d defend her if she had to, but she wanted to give Willowpaw a chance at defending herself first, as it was often persieved as weak letting your mentor stand up for you. She trotted out of camp happily.

[SacredMadness]

Peachrain gave a smile,” Alright give this twenty five moon old bag of dust a second.” She purred to Willowpaw she knew it was a joke, but she still cared for Willowpaw, after all she was an outsider at birth, and was bullied, she’d defend her if she had to, but she wanted to give Willowpaw a chance at defending herself first, as it was often persieved as weak letting your mentor stand up for you. She trotted out of camp happily.
Willowpaw darted as fast as she could after her mentor. She wasn’t that fast due to her being fairly weak but she would push herself. Determination was something she prided herself on. (Territory?)

[Barnabas]

When Silverscar was able to he flew into The nursery(not literally but he was running fast enough) tower his mate and see the kits and when he laid eyes on them his eyes glowed with love and pride, he bentr down and Nuzzled Frostfeather's head

Frostfeather let out a purr as Silverscar walked into the nursery. She gave her mate a quick lick on his cheek. "Oh good. I thought I was going to have to name them without you." meowed Frostfeather.

[Nomad]

Frostfeather let out a purr as Silverscar walked into the nursery. She gave her mate a quick lick on his cheek. "Oh good. I thought I was going to have to name them without you." meowed Frostfeather.
"I wouldn't dream of allowing you to do that." He mewed lightly sitting down

[Random Melody]

The tom was giddy, practically high with the excitement of getting to train Mintpaw. "Well, what are we waiting for, then?" The warrior asked, shifting his weight from paw to paw, almost bouncing lightly on them as he nudged the she cat back, his tail brushing against her lightly as he did so. This was going to be awesome. And not even just because they were friends, but because Mintpaw truly was an amazing young cat and he looked forward to watching her grow up first-hand and learning more about her during this time. He would know about her first crush, her first love, and he would be there when she had kits. Who knew, maybe his kits and hers would even be best friends like their parents! "Shall we go, m'lady?" Marshjump asked with a mischievious purr as he lowered his head semi-respectfully to his apprentice, his dark eyes twinkling as he glanced up at her from his current position.

(to the borders?)


Mintpaw let out a low purr, waving her tail in the air. This was great. This was really, truly great. Mintpaw had never been more excited or happy about anything in her life. "Waiting on you, slow-poke!" She teased, reaching out to bat at his chest teasingly. Her head tilted faintly to the side when he lowered his head, and she let out a low mrroow of laughter, rolling her ice blue eyes. Somehow Marshjump always made her laugh. It was weird! She felt so... So at ease around him. She should probably feel the same way around her family, but for some reason, she couldn't. Marshjump was special. He was her best friend. And they'd get to grow up together (sort of) and tell eachother their secrets and about everything and it was going to be amazing. "We shall," Mintpaw mewed, eyes sparkling as she lowered her head to touch her nose to Marshjump's for a second before turning toward the camp entrance. "Onwards!"

(Yessss to the border!)

[Empress Of Evil]

Snowstar let her gaze roam for a while longer before she finally caught sight of the gray-pelted warrior. He seemed to notice her as well, because he was beaming at her. The leader stretched before heading over to him, her black tail high in the air, flicking back and forth gently. "Stormy!" She cheered, lowering her muzzle slightly toward the ground to press her nose to the white flakes she was named after, but only for a second before she padded closer to Stormstrike. "It's cold." She mewed, and then, as if to show him, she pressed her freezing nose lightly to his cheek before whisking it away again, giggling before settling down beside her mate. Her best friend. She'd been neglecting him lately and she knew that wasn't fair, so it was nice to spend some time with her while she was finally free. "Hi." She said simply, her ice blue eyes just shining with affection as her gaze met Stormstrike's.

What she felt for the Tom just didn't come to her naturally in words. She couldn't describe it, the way her heart jumped and seemed to twist and warm and how safe and loved and happy she felt around him. For some reason she just couldn't. Even that small description wouldn't be enough - Words just weren't enough. But that was okay, because she showed him. Like right now, the look in her eyes, the way she brushed her tail tip against his, the way she smiled and giggled and the soft, loving tone in her voice, all of that was showing Stormstrike just how much she absolutely adored him. As a lover, and as a best friend.



The tom was purring when he saw his mate padding over to him, but his purrs cut off abruptly as the Siamese pressed her nose to his cheek. The coldness of her nose sent a shiver running through his body. He shook his fur as best he could in his position, as if trying to shake the cold out of his body. This was one of the things that Stormstrike didn't like about leaf-bare; the cold. He also didn't like the lack of prey. Although he liked the snow at least. It was beautiful despite the little warmth that each flake contained.
"Hey," he purred, giving the leader a small lick on her cheek. It had been a while since they had had the time to sit down and have a proper conversation. Whilst Snowstar had been busy with her leadership duties, the tom had continued on with life and had tried his best to make a few new friends. He wasn't particularly good with making friends and while he had made a few, he still felt quite antisocial. It had been hard not being able to talk to Snowstar. She was not only his mate but his best friend to. It was easy to talk to her but it was nowhere near as easy for him to talk to other cats. There was nothing wrong with the warrior, he just wasn't a social cat. He preferred to stay near those that he knew well.

As the she-cat lay down beside him, the tom shuffled over a little and pressed up against her. One reason for this was that he was cold, the other reason being that he just wanted to. For a short moment, there was a silence between them. Rather than a conversation of words, the pair seemed to have a conversation of affection. And rather than voicing their affection vocally, it instead showed through with their actions and eyes. "Our kits are apprentices now," he remarked quietly, his pale blue eyes shining with pride. It surprised him to see how quickly the six moons had passed. Now their kits were apprentices and training to be warriors. He trusted Snowstar's judgement over who would be their mentors. Now that they had moved up a rank, the tom was very excited to watch them grow into fine young warriors.

[Random Melody]

The tom was purring when he saw his mate padding over to him, but his purrs cut off abruptly as the Siamese pressed her nose to his cheek. The coldness of her nose sent a shiver running through his body. He shook his fur as best he could in his position, as if trying to shake the cold out of his body. This was one of the things that Stormstrike didn't like about leaf-bare; the cold. He also didn't like the lack of prey. Although he liked the snow at least. It was beautiful despite the little warmth that each flake contained.
"Hey," he purred, giving the leader a small lick on her cheek. It had been a while since they had had the time to sit down and have a proper conversation. Whilst Snowstar had been busy with her leadership duties, the tom had continued on with life and had tried his best to make a few new friends. He wasn't particularly good with making friends and while he had made a few, he still felt quite antisocial. It had been hard not being able to talk to Snowstar. She was not only his mate but his best friend to. It was easy to talk to her but it was nowhere near as easy for him to talk to other cats. There was nothing wrong with the warrior, he just wasn't a social cat. He preferred to stay near those that he knew well.

As the she-cat lay down beside him, the tom shuffled over a little and pressed up against her. One reason for this was that he was cold, the other reason being that he just wanted to. For a short moment, there was a silence between them. Rather than a conversation of words, the pair seemed to have a conversation of affection. And rather than voicing their affection vocally, it instead showed through with their actions and eyes. "Our kits are apprentices now," he remarked quietly, his pale blue eyes shining with pride. It surprised him to see how quickly the six moons had passed. Now their kits were apprentices and training to be warriors. He trusted Snowstar's judgement over who would be their mentors. Now that they had moved up a rank, the tom was very excited to watch them grow into fine young warriors.



Snowstar's ears twitched faintly. The purr didn't stop, but it did lower a little, less loud, at Stormstrike's words. The smile wavered but it didn't disappear, and her ice blue eyes continued to shine, filling with pride but also a small sadness. "I know," She murmured, turning her head toward the clearing for a moment. "Time passes so fast, doesn't it?" She wished she'd had more time to spend with her kits while they were kits. And for them to be born into this.... It wasn't what Snowstar had wanted. She planned to keep them out of the battle if she could - She didn't want them getting hurt, or worse.... Snowstar shuddered at the thought, her ears folding back slightly. They'll be okay. They won't fight. I won't lose them. She told herself, taking a deep breath. Not the time for pessimism - It's never the time for pessimism. Lighten up, Snowy.

The Siamese cleared her throat and finally whisked her gaze away from the clearing, turning back to her mate, the smile returning. "So how have you been?" She asked, shifting on her paws to lean slightly against him. He's kind of warm... She couldn't help but think. Snowstar had short fur so the Leaf-Bares were always a little harder on her. But it meant Green-Leaf was easier for her, so that was a plus? Snowstar didn't mind snow or the cold weather or anything like that, but sometimes it just got a little too cold.

[guapathecat]

Lightpaw sat in the middle of the clearing, thinking to himself. His white ears twitched, and a rustling in a bush made him jump. Then a mouse skittered out. Oh my. I jumped at a mouse! he thought, his tail flopping around.

[Tundra]

Tigerdawn streatched by the warriors den. She parted her jaws in a yawn as she finished up and began padding over to the kill pile. The warrior noticed how Lightpaw had jumped at a mouse and chuckled a bit. Tigerdawn flicked her tail and headed over to Lightpaw instead. “Hey there, Lightpaw.” She purred as she sat next to the young apprentice. “Scared of mice now?” She joked, flicking her ears.

[guapathecat]

Tigerdawn streatched by the warriors den. She parted her jaws in a yawn as she finished up and began padding over to the kill pile. The warrior noticed how Lightpaw had jumped at a mouse and chuckled a bit. Tigerdawn flicked her tail and headed over to Lightpaw instead. “Hey there, Lightpaw.” She purred as she sat next to the young apprentice. “Scared of mice now?” She joked, flicking her ears.

Lightpaw's ears flicked in the direction of Tigerdawn. "H-hi, T-tigerdawn."
The moon cast a long shadow on the newly named apprentice, who had literally no map of the clearing in his head. "It's r-really dark and I d-don't know where the apprentice's d-den is... It's too dark... Lightpaw shivered. "I'm afraid a... f...FOX might c-come and eat m-me... Lightpaw's ears flattened with fear. He clearly acted like a kit's soul trapped inside of an apprentice.

[Tundra]

Tigerdawn placed her tail across his shoulders. “Follow me, I’ll show you de wae.” The young warrior got to her paws and flicked an ear. “I promise no fox will get you. The warriors will fight it off.” Tigerdawn began walking toward the apprentice’s den. “Come along young one.”

[lone]

The light ginger she-cat didn't pick up on the other feline's tone, and even if she had she would have blamed it on whatever was bothering Thunderclan's Medicine cat. Instead she beamed, thrilled that she got a few words out of her. That was some progress.

She resisted the temptation to tell Caliapaw that she already knew she was taking a break, though that was made easier by the fact her interlocutor spoke again.

“Training ?" The apprentice said, tipping her head to the side. "Oh, my mentor's not here yet. I'm usually free around this time. Funny, uh ? We both have breaks at the same time !” Goldenpaw meowed while she flicked her tail around, getting a bit closer to the other she-cat.

“Plus I still have a lot of time before becoming a warrior ! And I have learned some cool stuff already ! I bet I could already take on a fox.” She said proudly, trying to stand up to make herself look regal, though she ended up looking a bit stupid, with her untamed long fur sticking up in odd directions.

She was so caught up in her boasting that she almost didn't catch what the other cat said next. One word stuck with her. Alone ? That couldn't be right.

Goldenpaw suddenly had a realization. Maybe that's what was bothering Caliapaw ! She was feeling lonely ! After all, she never saw her hanging out with a lot of cats, and her mentor was gone … and she was about to go to the forest on her own, with no one else to talk to.

Not on my watch. The young she-cat thought. She had to find a way to convince her friend-to-be to let her tag along. She tried to think of something, anything … ha !

“Why don't you let me come with ?! I bet you could use some extra muscles !” She chirped with a happy grin, once again getting closer, if that was even possible. “And I could watch your back, in case some Windclanners attacked ! Like an escort !” She almost crouched down, trying to make herself smaller, in hopes Caliapaw would accept. They'd be spending some time together, and the Medicine cat wouldn't be alone for once. It was a win-win situation in Goldenpaw's eyes.
"Taking on a fox is about the dumbest thing you could do right now." The medicine cat mewed, loud enough for Goldenpaw to hear, yet her voice sounded like a low mutter - Caliapaw was annoyed enough that she probably would have clawed the apprentice had she continued. The next words Goldenpaw spoke made the apprentice unsheathe her claws and her eyes widened in irritation. "No. Way." She spoke, her voice calm, but strained with keeping it that way. She needed to play the bigger part. It was very unlike her to be a pushover, not that she had ever had to be - she had been out of the spotlight for most of the time, now that she was a medicine cat, she needed to force herself to step up and teach this apprentice that she was being stupid.

"I'm not going to let you come with me, because that would be putting you in danger if WindClanners attacked. Besides, I'm one hundred percent certain that your mentor wouldn't want you doing this. You can't stay on break for that long," The medicine cat argued. She was trying to come up with every valid reason for the well-meaning, yet irritating younger apprentice to stay behind. She was about a moon or two older then Goldenpaw, and had had warrior training before - not enough of it to fend off a larger attacker, but enough to be able to momentarily do something so that she could escape. Besides, the apprentice would be more of a hindrance then a help. If she could just talk to Goldenpaw's mentor, or her mother, maybe somebody would be able to stop this apprentice from pushing her buttons so much.

Although she doubted it. It seemed to just be in the other cat's nature to want to be around Caliapaw, to be like her, to know all about her. While that was flattering, it most certainly was not her idea of the ideal partner. She would have to keep that in mind sometime in the future, when having an apprentice would be expected. "Besides, I think it would be better to be alone." She remarked after a moment, hoping that final remark would be what pushed the apprentice to finally agree that it would be better for the both of them if Caliapaw went out on her own to collect herbs and Goldenpaw stayed here, waiting for her break to be over and then going back to train with her mentor.
Lonestar23

Feeling a rather small, soft bundle of fur stumble into her foreleg, Emberwing blinked and turned her head, her pale green gaze focusing on the arrival of Brightkit. Near them a tiny ball of moss sat, battered and starting to fall apart, and it wasn't long until the warrior realized that this kit must've been locked into a pretty intense game of chase. A purr rumbled in her belly, and the ginger feline turned to that she was facing more towards the tiny calico kitten. She wasn't one to get angry easily - unless someone threatened her Clan - so she smiled down fondly at Brightkit.

"Why hello there Brightkit!" she purred, using one of her free paws to smooth down some of the fur that had fluffed itself up on Brightkit's head. "My name is Emberwing. It's nice to meet you." She studied the younger kit and noticed quickly how her eye was glazed over. Poor thing, she thought with a sting of sympathy. Brightkit appeared to be nearing her six moons, and for a moment Emberwing wondered how her warrior training would go. With the battle coming up, would she be left in the dust while all the other apprentices with two working eyes were trained? She surely hoped that wouldn't be the case; with Brightkit's spirit, Emberwing was sure she would make an excellent ThunderClan warrior.

Turning her attention back to the present, Emberwing glanced at the moss ball, using her tail to bat it back over to them. "I see you've caught your first prey!" she mewed, amusement lighting up her gaze as she looked from the ball of moss to Brightkit. "Have you no one to play with?" Surely the young she-kit had friends in the nursery? It wasn't too often that kits stumbled out into the clearing for their games - after all, if Emberwing were still small enough she'd much rather be in the warm serenity of the den rather than trudging through the cold leaf-bare snow in search of scraps of prey in a desolate forest.
"Emberwing? That's a pretty name! It suits you, too, cause you're really pretty!" Even though Emberwing's outline was blurry, and it was hard to see her, what Brightkit could see certainly looked pretty, and a cat with a name like Emberwing was bound to be absolutely gorgeous! For her, pretty cats got pretty names, mean cats had mean-sounding names, and nice cats had nice sounding names. She had always thought her name suited her as well, although her Mother hadn't named her to fit her personality. Sometimes she wondered if her Mom had secretly known what she was going to be like, and named her accordingly, though that would be impossible.

"Oh no, I have friends to play with! They're just busy, you know, making other friends and stuff! Some of them are older so they've got training to do, or they have to hunt or something, but sometimes they'll come into the nursery and tell me stories when they aren't busy! Isn't that cool?" Brightkit asked, talking at top speed, her blue eye twinkling happily the whole time. Anytime she spoke of her friends, it made her quite a bit happier then she normally would be. With friends like them, she didn't feel like she would ever have true bullies again! Oh sure, sometimes there was the occasional mean cat who would make cruel remarks on her sight, or something else about her, but she brushed those aside as lonely remarks made by the cats who didn't really have friends.

So of course they needed to tease her, because that was the only way they knew how to ask her to be friends! It all made sense to the calico, but of course, lots of things made sense to her that just wouldn't to any other cat. "What about you? Don't you have friends to play with too? Or hunt or patrol with or whatever it is you do? Because if you don't, I will ABSOLUTELY be your friend! And if you do I'll STILL be your friend!" The she cat chirped happily, watching Emberwing with her good eye gleaming in a friendly manner. She had never been the best at holding back, and didn't seem to get the fact that she could scare someone off by acting the way that she did. After all, who could possibly be scared of someone who just wanted to be friends?

[guapathecat]

Tigerdawn placed her tail across his shoulders. “Follow me, I’ll show you de wae.” The young warrior got to her paws and flicked an ear. “I promise no fox will get you. The warriors will fight it off.” Tigerdawn began walking toward the apprentice’s den. “Come along young one.”

Lightpaw stammered. "O-okay,"
he mewed as he stepped one paw in front of the other, carefully padding toward the den. He ended up getting there, and laid down in a nest of moss,
curiously away from all the other apprentices, their various pelts rising and falling. He meowed. "Thanks, Tigerdawn!"
Lightpaw slept soundly that night, untroubled by his usual bad dreams.

[Tundra]

Tigerdawn nodded. “Sleep well Lightpaw.” She purred softly before backing out of the den. She had just woken up, so she wasn’t really tired. The brown warrior plucked a crow from the pile and settled near the edge of the camp to eat. She took a bite from the prey and chewed thoughtfully.

[guapathecat]

Tigerdawn nodded. “Sleep well Lightpaw.” She purred softly before backing out of the den. She had just woken up, so she wasn’t really tired. The brown warrior plucked a crow from the pile and settled near the edge of the camp to eat. She took a bite from the prey and chewed thoughtfully.

Lightpaw stretched and exited the den.
His belly grumbled. "I'm hungry," he mumbled as he spotted Tigerdawn and about six more cats loafing around by the fresh-kill pile. He trotted over,
picked up a jay, and mewed a greeting to Tigerdawn. "Good morning, Tigerdawn! When's training?"

[Tundra]

Tigerdawn finished her prey and buried the remains. “Ah, training.” She mewed as she licked her paw. “We can go as soon as you finish eating.” The she-cat sat there, tail tip twitching occasionally. Tigerdawn exhaled and gave her chest fur a couple of licks.

[guapathecat]

Tigerdawn finished her prey and buried the remains. “Ah, training.” She mewed as she licked her paw. “We can go as soon as you finish eating.” The she-cat sat there, tail tip twitching occasionally. Tigerdawn exhaled and gave her chest fur a couple of licks.

Lightpaw bounced with excitement, spinning around in circles. “Can we go hunting? Or do battle training?” he mewed, but then he forgot about his jay. So he wolfed the jay down as quick as a squirrel, and pounced on Tigerdawn. “Was that a good battle move?” Lightpaw mewed. “I think it was.”

[SuspiciousMindz]

[QUOTE=Lonestar23;448723]The fluffy brown tom was far from the fastest or most agile cat in the Clan; on the contrary, he wasn't very quick at all. Fighting was his specialty, not that he liked doing that very much either... if he could, he would avoid conflicts altogether. Things like this were what kept him on his paws, moving around quickly and kept him from getting too confident and letting his guard down. Anything could happen - and while Ottertail was a laid-back, "let it happen" kind of cat when it came to having a guard at all, his energy level saved him - and probably had - on multiple occasions. "Still a cheater!" He retorted, darting after the black and white feline, his eyes sparkling with excitement. His speed was much slower then hers, but he still seemed happy as he dashed toward the she cat, his paws hitting the earth with dull thuds as he tried to catch up to the she cat. With a lower speed, his stamina was greater... his energy wasn't drained as quickly, not that he thought it would be anyways, since there was so much of it. And slowly, slowly his own speed increased even as hers was slowing, though it was definitely bit by bit and he was still behind her, steadily trying to catch up.



Mintberry merely laughed at his response, however in that moment, she wasn't paying attention to where her paws were landing and she felt a sharp tug at one of her back paws. This reminded her that she was, in fact, in Thunderclan, where the clearing was filled with plants. Where there were plants, there were roots. A root was what caught her off guard and the she-cat let out a little squeak as she tumbled forward, doing a front flip and landing on her back with a thud. "Owwww" she meowed, however her voice showed that there wasn't any pain to be found. She might be a little sore later, but nothing had damaged her in that moment. Her pale green hues widened as she realized Ottertail was headed straight for her in their game of tag, would he stop in time?! The world was upside-down to her so all she could do was watch as the bigger warrior came towards her. The fall happened in seconds, not enough time for either one of them to process what had just happened.

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

Stormfinder, A long furred molly with the colors of gray, white and shades of brown splashed upon her fur stepped out of the warrior den. Her soft pelt moved with the wind a bit as she looks up to the sky, her mixed colored eyes shined a bit in the sunlight. Her left eye was like the color of the forest green with shades of brown here and there while her left eye was as blue as water despite them being different it was easy to get lost in. She purrs a soft silky purr as she begins to walk out the the clearing. Her tail waved gracefully as she walks like a queen one might even say. Soon she reaches the fresh kill pile and began to pick the smallest thing so it would be out of the way from the others who most likely enjoy a bigger meal. She soon begins to find a warm spot under the bright beautiful sun and begins to sit down eating quietly to herself. She was a interesting molly one might say, she may seem elegant and graceful but she’s far from that. She’s head strong and does have a way with words. A flirty playful cat that happens to be a huge romantic yet many can’t get enough of her... but still she does have some flaws. A memory haunts her day and night and she can’t just forget it. When she came face to face with her first rouge as a apprentice, she fought a rouge that goes by the name Hades and That... scarred her for life. Why? Because her friend, one might say her first died in the most painful of ways in the claws of that tom and she was forced to watch it. To hear it. The pained screams and begs to save him.. but she was frozen. She couldn’t do anything.. and hades .. he just laughed and walked off as if it was a normal thing. But the scar over her light eye tell her otherwise. She quickly snaps out of her thoughts shaking her head quickly as she stands up. “ ... I need to forget..” she says in her elegant almost husky voice.
Celestial

[Dawnrise14]

Cloverkit giggled as Shellkit continued playing with her brother. She then pounced on to Shellkits back knocking her down. Cloverkit jumped off immediately and spun around to face her.

[lone]

[QUOTE=Lonestar23;448723]The fluffy brown tom was far from the fastest or most agile cat in the Clan; on the contrary, he wasn't very quick at all. Fighting was his specialty, not that he liked doing that very much either... if he could, he would avoid conflicts altogether. Things like this were what kept him on his paws, moving around quickly and kept him from getting too confident and letting his guard down. Anything could happen - and while Ottertail was a laid-back, "let it happen" kind of cat when it came to having a guard at all, his energy level saved him - and probably had - on multiple occasions. "Still a cheater!" He retorted, darting after the black and white feline, his eyes sparkling with excitement. His speed was much slower then hers, but he still seemed happy as he dashed toward the she cat, his paws hitting the earth with dull thuds as he tried to catch up to the she cat. With a lower speed, his stamina was greater... his energy wasn't drained as quickly, not that he thought it would be anyways, since there was so much of it. And slowly, slowly his own speed increased even as hers was slowing, though it was definitely bit by bit and he was still behind her, steadily trying to catch up.



Mintberry merely laughed at his response, however in that moment, she wasn't paying attention to where her paws were landing and she felt a sharp tug at one of her back paws. This reminded her that she was, in fact, in Thunderclan, where the clearing was filled with plants. Where there were plants, there were roots. A root was what caught her off guard and the she-cat let out a little squeak as she tumbled forward, doing a front flip and landing on her back with a thud. "Owwww" she meowed, however her voice showed that there wasn't any pain to be found. She might be a little sore later, but nothing had damaged her in that moment. Her pale green hues widened as she realized Ottertail was headed straight for her in their game of tag, would he stop in time?! The world was upside-down to her so all she could do was watch as the bigger warrior came towards her. The fall happened in seconds, not enough time for either one of them to process what had just happened.

The brown tom didn't know what happened. One minute he was running, chasing after the slim black and white figure of his friend, and the next she disappeared - seemingly out of nowhere - and then all of a sudden, he felt his paws hit something furry and he was desperately trying to catch his balance. It was Mintberry - having tripped and fallen earlier, and now the tom had ran into her and was falling as well Oh, so that's where- That was as far as his thoughts got before he hit the ground with a thud, and rolled over onto his stomach, so that he could spring up in an instant. "Technically I tagged you," The feline pointed out with a smirk, getting ready to RUN if his announcement was declared valid. Even if it wasn't, he could easily reach out with a paw and bat Mintberry wherever he could reach, resulting in her becoming "it" and he would then definitely have to run away. As fast as he could. Or, perhaps their game was over - she looked sore already, from her fall, no doubt - and from having Ottertail trip over her.

[Barnabas]

Lyeni | nyaanyaaowo

Flowerpaw awoken from her nest in the apprentice's den, her jaws parted in a yawn as she shook the sleep out of her face. The she-cat looked around the den for her sisters Mottlepaw and Spottedpaw. The molly saw her sisters, picking up her front paws. Flowerpaw slowly dragged herself over to her siblings.

[Bracken12]

Not as much anymore.. But the five of you can still rp.. I just don't feel like replying to the posts anymore.
( could I make Adderkit an apprentice? He was born awhile ago, so he should be about the age)

[nyaanyaaowo]

Lyeni | nyaanyaaowo

Flowerpaw awoken from her nest in the apprentice's den, her jaws parted in a yawn as she shook the sleep out of her face. The she-cat looked around the den for her sisters Mottlepaw and Spottedpaw. The molly saw her sisters, picking up her front paws. Flowerpaw slowly dragged herself over to her siblings.

Spottedpaw shifted in her nest, seeming a little uncomfortable. She muttered something in her sleep. Her tail twitched, and she reached her forepaws out, trying to grab for one of her sisters.

[Barnabas]

Spottedpaw shifted in her nest, seeming a little uncomfortable. She muttered something in her sleep. Her tail twitched, and she reached her forepaws out, trying to grab for one of her sisters.

Flowerpaw watched as her sister slept, but when she tried to grab out for her or Mottledpaw she scooted herself back. "Hey watch who your grabbing!" yowled Flowerpaw in a teasing voice as she tried to wake spottedpaw up.
Lyeni.

[nyaanyaaowo]

Flowerpaw watched as her sister slept, but when she tried to grab out for her or Mottledpaw she scooted herself back. "Hey watch who your grabbing!" yowled Flowerpaw in a teasing voice as she tried to wake spottedpaw up.
Lyeni.

Spottedpaw whirled up in a flash. "Huh? What? Grab?" She looked at Flowerpaw, confused. "Uhhh... what?"

[Barnabas]

Spottedpaw whirled up in a flash. "Huh? What? Grab?" She looked at Flowerpaw, confused. "Uhhh... what?"

Flowerpaw let out a roll of her eyes once her sister woke up asking the questions. "You were reaching for one of us, but Mottledpaw is still sleeping, so I think you were grabbing for me in your sleep." replied Flowerpaw.

[nyaanyaaowo]

Flowerpaw let out a roll of her eyes once her sister woke up asking the questions. "You were reaching for one of us, but Mottledpaw is still sleeping, so I think you were grabbing for me in your sleep." replied Flowerpaw.

"I was... what?"
Spottedpaw's eyes were still bleary with sleep, and her fur was sticking up on the left side of her neck. She twitched her whiskers, humor sparking in her eyes beneath the sleepiness. "And here I thought you liked me." The tone of her voice only showed more definite that Spottedpaw was being sarcastic.

[wolfie]

Snowpaw stretched his limbs, yawning. He waddled over the fresh-kill pile, a bored expression on his face. He blend in fairly well with the snow, after all he looked like it. His appearance was plain while is personality wasn't. He leaned down, picking a somewhat small mouse. He settle down on the snow, he was used to the somewhat stinging feeling it gave him. He slowly ate the mouse, purring. His eyes keeping out for a friend he could talk with. Snowpaw didn't know why but he haven't ran into anyone, were they avoiding him? I mean, `them` he didn't mind if they were. It kind of hurt his feelings a bit but he didn't let that bring him down. After he finished up with the piece of prey, a small mischief smirk appeared. Digging a somewhat hole he could, he tried to hide in the snow. If anyone walked past him, he could jump out and scare them. "This will be wonderful!" Snowpaw purred with delight, hiding.

Sasukewolf (madness)

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

Snowpaw stretched his limbs, yawning. He waddled over the fresh-kill pile, a bored expression on his face. He blend in fairly well with the snow, after all he looked like it. His appearance was plain while is personality wasn't. He leaned down, picking a somewhat small mouse. He settle down on the snow, he was used to the somewhat stinging feeling it gave him. He slowly ate the mouse, purring. His eyes keeping out for a friend he could talk with. Snowpaw didn't know why but he haven't ran into anyone, were they avoiding him? I mean, `them` he didn't mind if they were. It kind of hurt his feelings a bit but he didn't let that bring him down. After he finished up with the piece of prey, a small mischief smirk appeared. Digging a somewhat hole he could, he tried to hide in the snow. If anyone walked past him, he could jump out and scare them. "This will be wonderful!" Snowpaw purred with delight, hiding.

Sasukewolf (madness)

Owlstrom was yawning a bit as she walked though the clearing eventually finding the fresh kill pile and began to walk towards it, picking up a small bird and laying down unknownly in front of Snowpaw who was hidden well from her. She eats the bird a bit, purring happily as she ate. Her tail waved a bit as she begins to slowly finishing up with her meal.

[wolfie]

Owlstrom was yawning a bit as she walked though the clearing eventually finding the fresh kill pile and began to walk towards it, picking up a small bird and laying down unknownly in front of Snowpaw who was hidden well from her. She eats the bird a bit, purring happily as she ate. Her tail waved a bit as she begins to slowly finishing up with her meal.

Snowpaw got ready to pounce, wiggling a little until he leapt up. "Rawr!" He yowled, tackling Owlstorm to the ground. She was only about a couple moons older than him so it wasn't that hard. A wide smile on his face, "See? I am the master of stealth! You didn't even see me! Hahah!" Their was no doubt about it that he was happy about it. It was rare for someone to fall in his trap, specially Owlstorm. His smile seem to make his blue eyes just a bit brighter. Snowpaw waited for her response to what he did, it was quite interesting to see how she reacted. Because to the tom, Owlstorm was the most interesting to him.

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

Snowpaw got ready to pounce, wiggling a little until he leapt up. "Rawr!" He yowled, tackling Owlstorm to the ground. She was only about a couple moons older than him so it wasn't that hard. A wide smile on his face, "See? I am the master of stealth! You didn't even see me! Hahah!" Their was no doubt about it that he was happy about it. It was rare for someone to fall in his trap, specially Owlstorm. His smile seem to make his blue eyes just a bit brighter. Snowpaw waited for her response to what he did, it was quite interesting to see how she reacted. Because to the tom, Owlstorm was the most interesting to him.
Owlstorm eyes widened when Snowpaw jumped on her. She looks at the tom for a second and suddenly growls loudly “ what are you thinking?!” She hisses as she pushes him off. “ ain’t no mouse or some rabbit looking to be tackled Snowpaw. I didn’t see you because I didn’t want to” She says coldly as she stands up and growls “ why must you pester me?”

[Blueberry]

Goldenstream bounds over to where owlstorm and snowpaw where standing whiskers twitching in amusement. “Hey snowpaw if you are finished hunting owlstorm then we can go out hunting!”

[wren]

Stormfinder, A long furred molly with the colors of gray, white and shades of brown splashed upon her fur stepped out of the warrior den. Her soft pelt moved with the wind a bit as she looks up to the sky, her mixed colored eyes shined a bit in the sunlight. Her left eye was like the color of the forest green with shades of brown here and there while her left eye was as blue as water despite them being different it was easy to get lost in. She purrs a soft silky purr as she begins to walk out the the clearing. Her tail waved gracefully as she walks like a queen one might even say. Soon she reaches the fresh kill pile and began to pick the smallest thing so it would be out of the way from the others who most likely enjoy a bigger meal. She soon begins to find a warm spot under the bright beautiful sun and begins to sit down eating quietly to herself. She was a interesting molly one might say, she may seem elegant and graceful but she’s far from that. She’s head strong and does have a way with words. A flirty playful cat that happens to be a huge romantic yet many can’t get enough of her... but still she does have some flaws. A memory haunts her day and night and she can’t just forget it. When she came face to face with her first rouge as a apprentice, she fought a rouge that goes by the name Hades and That... scarred her for life. Why? Because her friend, one might say her first died in the most painful of ways in the claws of that tom and she was forced to watch it. To hear it. The pained screams and begs to save him.. but she was frozen. She couldn’t do anything.. and hades .. he just laughed and walked off as if it was a normal thing. But the scar over her light eye tell her otherwise. She quickly snaps out of her thoughts shaking her head quickly as she stands up. “ ... I need to forget..” she says in her elegant almost husky voice.
Celestial





The crisp morning was clear, the lazy clouds retreated towards the highstone's just as the sun made an appearance over the forest setting the forest alight with orange and red. Palethunder was seated just outside the camp wall. He had awoken early due to a crow cawing angrily at something outside. He would have appreciated more sleep but it truly seemed there was little to no time for such things. With a yawn the Tom drew his tongue across his paw and began rubbing his ears and face, washing away last nights sleepiness with gentle strokes to his pale fur. Once fully groomed the Tom looked handsome in the lighting, his tall posture and slender body making him even more beautiful to look at. He was aware of others looking at him sometimes which made him wince, the Attenion was hard to handle sometimes. With a heavy sigh the feline stretched out his long legs and back before sitting himself down again, the dawn patrol would be sent out soon! Or perhaps he could catch someone to go hunt with. If he stayed in camp he would become irate witht the serene amount of laziness from other cats that weren't serving thunderclan to the best of their Abilties which would result in him yelling and screaming at them. Not a good idea. He gently lifted himself to his paws and began a slow trot towards the apprentices den, if anything an apprentice would willingly follow him out, and perhaps since all of his kin where- gone he would have loved a chance to mentor them just a little bit. He missed the pride he used to feel when watching his kits, watching them grow, than slowly the pain of relizing they where finally gone. Like everyone in his life. Gone. the large warrior made his way toward the den before ducking his head under the thicket. He peeked around and noticed how some of the nests where barren an empty. They were out with mentors or something, his eyes slowly adjusted to the lighting and he called out for someone. "Hey. Wake up sleepy heads" he whispered harshly. "Let's get a hop on the day shall we, feed the clan as a nice surprise perhaps?" he asked into the darkness. He than began to shuffle his paws with impatience. When nobody answered he retreated his skull. Typical.

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

The crisp morning was clear, the lazy clouds retreated towards the highstone's just as the sun made an appearance over the forest setting the forest alight with orange and red. Palethunder was seated just outside the camp wall. He had awoken early due to a crow cawing angrily at something outside. He would have appreciated more sleep but it truly seemed there was little to no time for such things. With a yawn the Tom drew his tongue across his paw and began rubbing his ears and face, washing away last nights sleepiness with gentle strokes to his pale fur. Once fully groomed the Tom looked handsome in the lighting, his tall posture and slender body making him even more beautiful to look at. He was aware of others looking at him sometimes which made him wince, the Attenion was hard to handle sometimes. With a heavy sigh the feline stretched out his long legs and back before sitting himself down again, the dawn patrol would be sent out soon! Or perhaps he could catch someone to go hunt with. If he stayed in camp he would become irate witht the serene amount of laziness from other cats that weren't serving thunderclan to the best of their Abilties which would result in him yelling and screaming at them. Not a good idea. He gently lifted himself to his paws and began a slow trot towards the apprentices den, if anything an apprentice would willingly follow him out, and perhaps since all of his kin where- gone he would have loved a chance to mentor them just a little bit. He missed the pride he used to feel when watching his kits, watching them grow, than slowly the pain of relizing they where finally gone. Like everyone in his life. Gone. the large warrior made his way toward the den before ducking his head under the thicket. He peeked around and noticed how some of the nests where barren an empty. They were out with mentors or something, his eyes slowly adjusted to the lighting and he called out for someone. "Hey. Wake up sleepy heads" he whispered harshly. "Let's get a hop on the day shall we, feed the clan as a nice surprise perhaps?" he asked into the darkness. He than began to shuffle his paws with impatience. When nobody answered he retreated his skull. Typical.





She stands up, stretching a bit as she did. Soon she sees Palethunder trying to wake some some of the apprentices however she knew that nearly all of them have went out earlier for training and such. She purrs in amusement as she begins to walk up to the warrior, her long tail waved a bit elegantly as she steps up to the tall warrior, “ their all gone for the day my friend. You missed them.” She says playfully as she looks at the den than at him. “ if you really want someone to train with that bad why not me? “ she asks with a challenging smile. “ I am a warrior as well my friend. Unless you want to take me on some other challenge. I’m free today so don’t worry about me Suddenly leaving or something like that.” She says playfully as she looks at him with shining playful mixed eyes, her long pelt cleaned and smooth like the water in a moving river. She too often got looks here and there which at times did make her uncomfortable since it was like she was being judged at every step, every movement she was being Judged for what happened moons back, when she lost everything for the sake of becoming a warrior.. but as much as she tried to forget. As much as she tried to move on and fall in love again. The thought of that rouge haunts her, the thought that he could come back and do it again and again haunts her and just recently the nightmares were coming back worst than ever. But she knew she wasn’t alone in this horrible curse of memories. She hoped, hell she even begged that starclan can answer her, that they can help her feel that fast beating of her heart and the sweet, warm feeling of waking up next to someone that she knows won’t leave her and will always smile at her... but hope isn’t exactly on her side since that day. She looks at palethunder who she knew shared that curse, that burden of memories of a past pained and suffering tales that are constantly told by others. But for now she’ll ignore it, for now she will live and hopefully find something in the tom, something she forgotten. Something she grew to love once... the feeling of love. As sweet as it is painful... she wishes to feel it again. Just once... until she finds that rouge again. She purrs softly “ hi. Palethunder, so are we going to do this or what? I don’t mind being stared at but please do it a other time.” She teases. Celestial

[wolfie]

Owlstorm eyes widened when Snowpaw jumped on her. She looks at the tom for a second and suddenly growls loudly “ what are you thinking?!” She hisses as she pushes him off. “ ain’t no mouse or some rabbit looking to be tackled Snowpaw. I didn’t see you because I didn’t want to” She says coldly as she stands up and growls “ why must you pester me?”

Snowpaw frowned but realized she was joking, he chuckled. He rolled on the snow, his paws facing to the sky. "Aw, c'mon! I don't think, actually plus you love when I pester you." He seem clueless to her cone tone. It was kind of obvious that Owlstorm hated him. Yet he didn't see her facial expression. "So, how you been?" He asked casually. It wouldn't be surprising if she walked away from the tom. Snowpaw was annoying, it was normal. The question he was fairly curious about. After all, he haven't seen her in quite a while.

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

Snowpaw frowned but realized she was joking, he chuckled. He rolled on the snow, his paws facing to the sky. "Aw, c'mon! I don't think, actually plus you love when I pester you." He seem clueless to her cone tone. It was kind of obvious that Owlstorm hated him. Yet he didn't see her facial expression. "So, how you been?" He asked casually. It wouldn't be surprising if she walked away from the tom. Snowpaw was annoying, it was normal. The question he was fairly curious about. After all, he haven't seen her in quite a while.
Owlstorm rolls her eyes a bit as she simply sighs a bit “ .... I’m doing fine until you came. What do you want anyway other than to pester me like the kit you are.” This was rare for her to actually answer a question from Snowpaw and not leave suddenly like she usually does but for some reason she held a calm face a other rare thing since she’s usually hissing or glaring at the tom. Now she was just calm, why? Well the fast beating of her heart was not calming down at all! She was perhaps coming down with something because of that scare.

[wolfie]

Owlstorm rolls her eyes a bit as she simply sighs a bit “ .... I’m doing fine until you came. What do you want anyway other than to pester me like the kit you are.” This was rare for her to actually answer a question from Snowpaw and not leave suddenly like she usually does but for some reason she held a calm face a other rare thing since she’s usually hissing or glaring at the tom. Now she was just calm, why? Well the fast beating of her heart was not calming down at all! She was perhaps coming down with something because of that scare.

Snowpaw chuckled, "Very funny. Hey, I'm not a kit! I'm a apprentice. I was messing around, not pestering you." He said, turning on his side to see she was still here. She's still here? Wait, Snowpaw don't mess this up! Do.. a pick up line... ? Their was something the tom was horrible at rather then getting the hint, being flirty. He always loved how the tom could easily make a cat laugh because of a pick up line. Even if Caliapaw didn't believe in love, Snowpaw did. Snowpaw thought, then a idea popped in his head. "Stay here, please! Don't leave!" He was fretting she would, so quickly he scrambled off to the apprentice den. He shuddered as he headed to his nest, stepping over any lazy apprentices that were still sleeping. Snowpaw picked up, gently a blue jay's feather up. He had been keeping it for good luck but Owlstorm would fit it better.

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

Snowpaw chuckled, "Very funny. Hey, I'm not a kit! I'm a apprentice. I was messing around, not pestering you." He said, turning on his side to see she was still here. She's still here? Wait, Snowpaw don't mess this up! Do.. a pick up line... ? Their was something the tom was horrible at rather then getting the hint, being flirty. He always loved how the tom could easily make a cat laugh because of a pick up line. Even if Caliapaw didn't believe in love, Snowpaw did. Snowpaw thought, then a idea popped in his head. "Stay here, please! Don't leave!" He was fretting she would, so quickly he scrambled off to the apprentice den. He shuddered as he headed to his nest, stepping over any lazy apprentices that were still sleeping. Snowpaw picked up, gently a blue jay's feather up. He had been keeping it for good luck but Owlstorm would fit it better.
Owlstorm nods a bit when the tom suddenly told her to stay some part of her did wanted to just leave but her annoying heart told her otherwise. She sits down calmly waiting Patiently for whatever the tom had for her and honestly she was quite curious about what it may be. Maybe one of his jokes or something yet she can’t find herself leaving anytime soon. She licks her paw a bit cleaning it a bit as she looks up to see Snowpaw coming. She says nothing waiting what the tom has in store for her.

[wolfie]

Owlstorm nods a bit when the tom suddenly told her to stay some part of her did wanted to just leave but her annoying heart told her otherwise. She sits down calmly waiting Patiently for whatever the tom had for her and honestly she was quite curious about what it may be. Maybe one of his jokes or something yet she can’t find herself leaving anytime soon. She licks her paw a bit cleaning it a bit as she looks up to see Snowpaw coming. She says nothing waiting what the tom has in store for her.

Soon the tom emerged, the feather in his mouth. "I have it!" He chirped, happily. Paddling over the molly, he dropped it in the snow. "I got it last moon and didn't know what to do with it.. it kind of fits you and all.. so here!" His eyes glanced to see her reaction that he needed to see her please. He was peering at her without noticing it until he did. Shaking his head a little, as he lean back. Seeing she was still here was a sign of hope. Snowpaw haven't lost her interest. "I fought a giant bird! It was soooo big!" He exclaimed. "It almost got away but nope, I caught it!" Their was no doubt about it that he was fibbing just a bit.

[Hexict]

Finchcall stretched as he laid in the sun. His tail swooshed behind him and ears twitched ever so slightly. Despite his apparent relaxed expression, the warrior was in actuality stressed over the looming war. He did not like where this was going. The grey tom cared for Snowstar, he understood the rivalry between his leader and Windclan's and was angered with the other clan because of what's happened, but still.... Finchcall looked up at the sky, wondering about the dangerous tensions between the two clans. Every time he went out onto the territory, the warrior partially expected some Windclanners to be trespassing and attack him. He wasn't afraid of a fight and would be able to hold his own, he just hated the thought for his clan-mates' safety as well whenever they left camp. Plus, now he had a young apprentice of his own who would be able to fight if they were attacked.

As his thoughts wondered to this point, they began to focus more on Weaselpaw. He hadn't spent too much time with his apprentice, but he was glad and proud to have one. If a battle did break out between Thunderclan and Windclan, he hoped that Weaselpaw did not have to fight in the battle. They did not have enough battle training and would be endangered in such a situation. Finchcall wished he could dedicate more time to training the apprentice, but he needed to make sure that the borders were secure and continued to fear that Windclan may try something, and he wanted to make sure Weaselpaw was away from that. They were his first apprentice and the son of his friend. Finchcall did not want anything to happen to them.

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

Soon the tom emerged, the feather in his mouth. "I have it!" He chirped, happily. Paddling over the molly, he dropped it in the snow. "I got it last moon and didn't know what to do with it.. it kind of fits you and all.. so here!" His eyes glanced to see her reaction that he needed to see her please. He was peering at her without noticing it until he did. Shaking his head a little, as he lean back. Seeing she was still here was a sign of hope. Snowpaw haven't lost her interest. "I fought a giant bird! It was soooo big!" He exclaimed. "It almost got away but nope, I caught it!" Their was no doubt about it that he was fibbing just a bit.
Her eyes widened a bit at the feather and soon she touches the feather a bit and suddenly and smoothly purrs a bit with a soft smile on her face “ how did you know I loved blue jays~” she says with a playful rare voice but soon it disappears when he started to talk big and showed off a bit. He almost had her now he lost her as she growls “ Blue jays are never big Snowpaw. “ she says rather coldly

[wolfie]

Her eyes widened a bit at the feather and soon she touches the feather a bit and suddenly and smoothly purrs a bit with a soft smile on her face “ how did you know I loved blue jays~” she says with a playful rare voice but soon it disappears when he started to talk big and showed off a bit. He almost had her now he lost her as she growls “ Blue jays are never big Snowpaw. “ she says rather coldly

Snowpaw blinked in surprise at her playful tone and her purr, he found it actually pretty.. cute? He pawed at his own nose, "I didn't?" He said. Then when her expression changed he guessed he lost her. He tilt his head, "Well your bigger than me, and pretty so it probably isn't big for you but is for me!" He defended himself, lifting his chin a little then realized he called her pretty. Snowpaw then felt embarrassed as he lowered his chin, fidgeting. Snowpaw wasn't that small compared to her, so it really didn't make a difference. For some reason he wanted to see that smile again. "How do I make you smile? It's hard!" He mumbled under his breath. He did try everything but when he didn't mean to, he did.

[Phoenix Flames]

( could I make Adderkit an apprentice? He was born awhile ago, so he should be about the age)
(Sure.)

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

Snowpaw blinked in surprise at her playful tone and her purr, he found it actually pretty.. cute? He pawed at his own nose, "I didn't?" He said. Then when her expression changed he guessed he lost her. He tilt his head, "Well your bigger than me, and pretty so it probably isn't big for you but is for me!" He defended himself, lifting his chin a little then realized he called her pretty. Snowpaw then felt embarrassed as he lowered his chin, fidgeting. Snowpaw wasn't that small compared to her, so it really didn't make a difference. For some reason he wanted to see that smile again. "How do I make you smile? It's hard!" He mumbled under his breath. He did try everything but when he didn't mean to, he did.
Her ears immediately picked up hearing that word. Pretty this tom as annoying as he is and as cute as- her pelt heats up a bit as she immediately looks away when she heard his next sentence. Her tail wrapped around her legs trying to get rid of the fast beating of her heart and the embarrassment for being told such things. She was never used to being called pretty yet so many had called her that yet for some reason she gets embarrassed when he says it! What’s wrong with her? After a while she starts laughing a bit, a purr came from her as she grants his wish and smiles warmly at him. “ don’t know maybe you just gotta try harder.” She purrs playfully as she stands up “ anyway I got some hunting to do” she says smile now gone as she begins to walk past him and for some reason her tail moved under the Toms chin as she walks by “ would you like to join?” She says suddenly stopping but not looking at her at all.

[wolfie]

Her ears immediately picked up hearing that word. Pretty this tom as annoying as he is and as cute as- her pelt heats up a bit as she immediately looks away when she heard his next sentence. Her tail wrapped around her legs trying to get rid of the fast beating of her heart and the embarrassment for being told such things. She was never used to being called pretty yet so many had called her that yet for some reason she gets embarrassed when he says it! What’s wrong with her? After a while she starts laughing a bit, a purr came from her as she grants his wish and smiles warmly at him. “ don’t know maybe you just gotta try harder.” She purrs playfully as she stands up “ anyway I got some hunting to do” she says smile now gone as she begins to walk past him and for some reason her tail moved under the Toms chin as she walks by “ would you like to join?” She says suddenly stopping but not looking at her at all.

Snowpaw licked his chest in embarrassment, until slowly glancing up to look at her once again. The smile seem to be contagious, it made his heart almost stop beating as he smiled back at her. Hearing her purr was like music to the tom's ears. He couldn't help but chuckle, his heart felt all giddy inside. "Then I will." He accepted her challenge, even if it may not be to her it was for him. Snowpaw stood up, as she walked why her tail rubbed his chin which made his fur heat up. "S-sure!" Snowpaw felt weak at his knees, he wasn't the kind of cat who liked feeling helpless. He was used to being the boss. So, this was strange. He began to follow after her, trying to keep by her side instead of falling behide her. All his worries seem to fade away. He was beginning to like this side of Owlstorm. It was.. sweet. Snowpaw was obviously clueless to his feelings. If he found out, it would be interesting. Not liking the feeling on feeling so powerless, he smirked. "I bet I can catch more than you." He dared.

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

Snowpaw licked his chest in embarrassment, until slowly glancing up to look at her once again. The smile seem to be contagious, it made his heart almost stop beating as he smiled back at her. Hearing her purr was like music to the tom's ears. He couldn't help but chuckle, his heart felt all giddy inside. "Then I will." He accepted her challenge, even if it may not be to her it was for him. Snowpaw stood up, as she walked why her tail rubbed his chin which made his fur heat up. "S-sure!" Snowpaw felt weak at his knees, he wasn't the kind of cat who liked feeling helpless. He was used to being the boss. So, this was strange. He began to follow after her, trying to keep by her side instead of falling behide her. All his worries seem to fade away. He was beginning to like this side of Owlstorm. It was.. sweet. Snowpaw was obviously clueless to his feelings. If he found out, it would be interesting. Not liking the feeling on feeling so powerless, he smirked. "I bet I can catch more than you." He dared.

She laughs softly as she walks a bit than the tom offered a challenge just as she was at her weakest! Her heart didn’t stop beating and her mind was going blank just from seeing the tom smile or even laugh. She kept a purr form coming up as she smiles again softly and warmly “ hmm if you can really provide a challenge that sure? Winner makes loser do whatever they want?” She asks challengingly as she stops and looks at him. “ hmm? What is it Snowpaw? Got cold feet now that I accepted your challenge?” She purrs playfully This wasn’t like her yet why did she enjoy this? Maybe she should ask Caliapaw about what’s happening? She must be coming down with something!

[wolfie]

She laughs softly as she walks a bit than the tom offered a challenge just as she was at her weakest! Her heart didn’t stop beating and her mind was going blank just from seeing the tom smile or even laugh. She kept a purr form coming up as she smiles again softly and warmly “ hmm if you can really provide a challenge that sure? Winner makes loser do whatever they want?” She asks challengingly as she stops and looks at him. “ hmm? What is it Snowpaw? Got cold feet now that I accepted your challenge?” She purrs playfully This wasn’t like her yet why did she enjoy this? Maybe she should ask Caliapaw about what’s happening? She must be coming down with something!

"Hah, don't think I'll go down that easy! Alright, that sounds like a deal~" Snowpaw said, his eyes twinkling with delight. This would be fun. He always liked a good challenge once and a while. He raised a amused eyebrow at her, so his paws were cold from the snow but not from her accepting his challenge. "I think you should worried about your paws getting cold." He said, Snowpaw felt his heart go back to normal but still beat a little faster. Without warning, he surge ahead. Eager to get a head start. He refused to lose. For once he got the molly not to be so cold, he didn't want her to go back to that again. Maybe I'll ask Morningpaw about pleasing someone, she seems to know how to. He thought.

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

"Hah, don't think I'll go down that easy! Alright, that sounds like a deal~" Snowpaw said, his eyes twinkling with delight. This would be fun. He always liked a good challenge once and a while. He raised a amused eyebrow at her, so his paws were cold from the snow but not from her accepting his challenge. "I think you should worried about your paws getting cold." He said, Snowpaw felt his heart go back to normal but still beat a little faster. Without warning, he surge ahead. Eager to get a head start. He refused to lose. For once he got the molly not to be so cold, he didn't want her to go back to that again. Maybe I'll ask Morningpaw about pleasing someone, she seems to know how to. He thought.
She laughs a bit when he ran off first and almost immediately she runs after him. This was odd yet so exciting for her, she honestly felt like a kit again but than again. This feeling was new to her, she didn’t know what it is or why it’s happening with Snowpaw only but she’s somehow glad to have it. She smiles softly to herself as she looks at Snowpaw who she was running behind off and almost immediately she looks away but still her smile grew more as that soft beating of her heart skipped a beat yet again.

Now we move to Thunderclan territory? :3

[Barnabas]

Ravenpaw slowly made his way out of the apprentices den, his tail hanging low. He was the cat that was always depressed, but a lot of time's he wouldn't show it. At least he could hardly remember what his birth parents did to him. It had been exactly 3 moons since he had joined Thunderclan and he was going to be the best warrior he could be for his foster clan. 'Let's see if there's any kits that would like to hang out with me,' thought Ravenpaw, heading towards the nursery.
Brooklyn Trees.

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

She stands up, stretching a bit as she did. Soon she sees Palethunder trying to wake some some of the apprentices however she knew that nearly all of them have went out earlier for training and such. She purrs in amusement as she begins to walk up to the warrior, her long tail waved a bit elegantly as she steps up to the tall warrior, “ their all gone for the day my friend. You missed them.” She says playfully as she looks at the den than at him. “ if you really want someone to train with that bad why not me? “ she asks with a challenging smile. “ I am a warrior as well my friend. Unless you want to take me on some other challenge. I’m free today so don’t worry about me Suddenly leaving or something like that.” She says playfully as she looks at him with shining playful mixed eyes, her long pelt cleaned and smooth like the water in a moving river. She too often got looks here and there which at times did make her uncomfortable since it was like she was being judged at every step, every movement she was being Judged for what happened moons back, when she lost everything for the sake of becoming a warrior.. but as much as she tried to forget. As much as she tried to move on and fall in love again. The thought of that rouge haunts her, the thought that he could come back and do it again and again haunts her and just recently the nightmares were coming back worst than ever. But she knew she wasn’t alone in this horrible curse of memories. She hoped, hell she even begged that starclan can answer her, that they can help her feel that fast beating of her heart and the sweet, warm feeling of waking up next to someone that she knows won’t leave her and will always smile at her... but hope isn’t exactly on her side since that day. She looks at palethunder who she knew shared that curse, that burden of memories of a past pained and suffering tales that are constantly told by others. But for now she’ll ignore it, for now she will live and hopefully find something in the tom, something she forgotten. Something she grew to love once... the feeling of love. As sweet as it is painful... she wishes to feel it again. Just once... until she finds that rouge again. She purrs softly “ hi. Palethunder, so are we going to do this or what? I don’t mind being stared at but please do it a other time.” She teases. Celestial
Celestial whenever you have time mi amor :3

[Brooklyn Trees]

Ravenpaw slowly made his way out of the apprentices den, his tail hanging low. He was the cat that was always depressed, but a lot of time's he wouldn't show it. At least he could hardly remember what his birth parents did to him. It had been exactly 3 moons since he had joined Thunderclan and he was going to be the best warrior he could be for his foster clan. 'Let's see if there's any kits that would like to hang out with me,' thought Ravenpaw, heading towards the nursery.
Brooklyn Trees.


(Gah! I’m very late. Sorry.)

Frondkit had been exploring the clearing again, which — again — yielded nothing new or of any actual interest to him, as he had explored everywhere he was allowed to nearly every day since he had been old enough to leave the nursery. Everything that was going on excited him, because anything out of the usual excited him quite a lot. But nothing specifically exciting or new had yet reached him for the whole day, and his hunt to find anything had been a failure. Sighing, he made to head towards the nursery again to see if perhaps he could get a younger kit to play with him; if you can’t find something new in the real world, why not find something new in a world you created?
The kit came to a stop as he neared his home, though, as he noticed an apprentice that he could not remember speaking to also coming towards this place.
“Hello!” He called, eyes lighting up at the prospect of new interaction, or interaction which he had forgotten.

[Barnabas]

(Gah! I’m very late. Sorry.)

Frondkit had been exploring the clearing again, which — again — yielded nothing new or of any actual interest to him, as he had explored everywhere he was allowed to nearly every day since he had been old enough to leave the nursery. Everything that was going on excited him, because anything out of the usual excited him quite a lot. But nothing specifically exciting or new had yet reached him for the whole day, and his hunt to find anything had been a failure. Sighing, he made to head towards the nursery again to see if perhaps he could get a younger kit to play with him; if you can’t find something new in the real world, why not find something new in a world you created?
The kit came to a stop as he neared his home, though, as he noticed an apprentice that he could not remember speaking to also coming towards this place.
“Hello!” He called, eyes lighting up at the prospect of new interaction, or interaction which he had forgotten.

Ravenpaw turned around to look at Frondkit, making himself let out a fake smile. The apprentice sat down on accident as he had lost his balance. He instantly got back up on all fours, letting out a real smile as his silliness. "Hi! I'm sorry. I lost my footing there." meowed Ravenpaw with a chuckle escaping his jaws. The former loner felt the real smile leave just to be replaced with a frown. "I was just looking for a kit to talk to. Maybe you can be that kit." frowned Ravenpaw.

[Brooklyn Trees]

Ravenpaw turned around to look at Frondkit, making himself let out a fake smile. The apprentice sat down on accident as he had lost his balance. He instantly got back up on all fours, letting out a real smile as his silliness. "Hi! I'm sorry. I lost my footing there." meowed Ravenpaw with a chuckle escaping his jaws. The former loner felt the real smile leave just to be replaced with a frown. "I was just looking for a kit to talk to. Maybe you can be that kit." frowned Ravenpaw.

Frondkit tilted his head slightly, curious as to what caused the tom to lose his footing in such a way. As he was not very good at keeping his question to himself, he began to ask this when Ravenpaw spoke again, so he remained silent for a beat before he spoke again, focusing intently on putting a response before his question, as he had learned that this was a polite thing to do.
“Nice! I’d be that kit! Well... Sort of kit. I’m almost an apprentice now; one moon to go. Do you think it was fate? Or — wait, no — was it Starclan? Do they do that kind of stuff? Why did you fall over?”
He paused momentarily, looking at Ravenpaw as he did so and hoping that he did not ask too many questions; he had not gauged how well this specific tom reacted to his curiosity yet.

[Starfall]

Approaching pawsteps alerted the young cat to the presence of another. "I'll be right with-" The medicine cat began, her back turned to the entrance as she glanced over the herb storage and then her expression changed when she saw who it was. Wheatfur had often spoken of his family, and Caliapaw had listened to every story. Sometimes she had only been half-listening, but that didn't change the fact that she knew who Stonekit was. I know how you feel. She thought with an inward sigh at his comment about wanting to get out of here. Some days were like that for her. Yet Caliapaw tried her best to always keep the same expression on her face, a neutral one, but it was good enough. "I'll fix that up for you." The feline answered, grabbing a couple of cobwebs and some marigold. She hoped she was doing the right thing - from what Wheatfur had taught her, the marigold would help heal the cut and keep out infection. She was starting to run a little lower, however, which made her nervous - she would have to search through her memory and see if there was anything else for infections. Some things could treat them, but she needed a preventive method first. Chewing the marigold, Caliapaw sat silently, half-watching Stonekit but mostly paying attention to her work. When she was finished, she dripped the juices into the open cut, leaving the now-dried remaining part of the plant on the ground. She'd take that out later. "I know it stings. It'll help it heal faster though." The medicine cat shrugged as though that were her last word on the matter, picked up the cobwebs, and placed them on the cut.
[Sorry this took forever!! ;v; ]

The slim feline noticed the momentairy facial expression that flashed across the molly's face, the expression of surprise, it annoyed him, though he didn't know why. He made his way further into the den, finding it very hard to walk with the wounded shoulder, but he did so anyways, after all, it was his uncle who taught him to toughen up, and he promised his uncle that he would do just that, be the tuffest tom in Thunderclan, just for him. He still planned on holding true to his words, after all, Wheatfur was still here, just not here, it left him with a sense of comfort to know that his uncle was always watching over him, always protecting him, guiding him, but it annoyed him whenever he thought about the new medicine cat, Caliapaw, he knew uncle Wheat was watching and guiding her as well, in a way, he was jelous, he knew that his uncle was watching over her more that Stonekit, and it made him even more angry, yet, sad at the same time. The kit sat himself down and looked at the molly, his icy hues seemed to be even colder than their usual cold demeanor. There were a few days where he walked in, wanting to speak with his uncle, forgetting that he was now in Starclan, and he'd see her, either messing around with his herbs, or sleeping in his bed, he could feel his blood bubbling, it displeased him, it angered him, he wanted his uncle back, the only one in his family who actually loved him, she was nothing to him, she held no value in Stonekits eyes.

The kit sat down and wrapped his light grey tail around his equally grey, dusted, paws, turning his face away as the pale cream molly came to but some sort of squishy stuff on his shoulder. She was right, it did sting, but he wouldn't show it, all he let escape was a wince, which only lasted a second, but it was quickly replaced with a casual look. Once she finished placing the cobweb on his shoulder the tom turned to look at her, anger flared in his hues, for a kit, the only anger that would be portrayed would be if their sister managed to hurt them in a play fight, but his anger, this anger was so much more, it was as if you were looking into the eyes of the cat who just lost his brother in a fight, and you were the one who killed the said brother. "Why wasn't it you? Why did it have to be Uncle Wheatfur?" he spat, his fur bristling as he stood up, his pink little nose inches away from the medicine cat's face. "He was the only one who loved me, the only one who didn't pick on me, the only one who would care if I died. Why are you here instead of him?" he asked, his voice quivering with anger, and a hint of sadness. He felt a wave of unexplainable, raw, emotions pass over him, his mouth opened and closed as he tried to find the words, but he was unable, with every word he tried to throw up, they only choked him, clung to the sides of his throat as he glared at Caliapaw, and in those blazing, frosty blue hues, tears pricked the sides, his eyes clouded over with pure, raw, emotions, ones kits shouldn't feel so early in their clan lives.

[Barnabas]

"I was... what?"
Spottedpaw's eyes were still bleary with sleep, and her fur was sticking up on the left side of her neck. She twitched her whiskers, humor sparking in her eyes beneath the sleepiness. "And here I thought you liked me." The tone of her voice only showed more definite that Spottedpaw was being sarcastic.

Flowerpaw rolled her eyes at her sister. "Of course I like you. Your my sister." she meowed, not getting her sisters sarcastic voice. She dragged herself back over to Spottedpaw.

[nyaanyaaowo]

Flowerpaw rolled her eyes at her sister. "Of course I like you. Your my sister." she meowed, not getting her sisters sarcastic voice. She dragged herself back over to Spottedpaw.

Spottedpaw twitched her whiskers, but then a seriousness entered her eyes. "I know," she purred, licking her sister's flank.

[Barnabas]

Spottedpaw twitched her whiskers, but then a seriousness entered her eyes. "I know," she purred, licking her sister's flank.

Flowerpaw let out a light purr, giving Spottedpaw a lick on the ear. "What do you plan on doing today?" asked Flowerpaw with curiosity.

[nyaanyaaowo]

Flowerpaw let out a light purr, giving Spottedpaw a lick on the ear. "What do you plan on doing today?" asked Flowerpaw with curiosity.

"Dunno," she mewed. "I don't know what my mentor has planned for me." She shifted onto her haunches and started grooming her fur back down.

[Barnabas]

"Dunno," she mewed. "I don't know what my mentor has planned for me." She shifted onto her haunches and started grooming her fur back down.

Flowerpaw dipped her head in respect. "If not maybe we could go hunting. I might not be able to hunt, but I would love to watch you. I need time out of this den," replied the young molly "The medicine cat says I can leave camp as long as I have you, Mottledpaw or a another apprentice or warrior."

[nyaanyaaowo]

Flowerpaw dipped her head in respect. "If not maybe we could go hunting. I might not be able to hunt, but I would love to watch you. I need time out of this den," replied the young molly "The medicine cat says I can leave camp as long as I have you, Mottledpaw or a another apprentice or warrior."

Spottedpaw blinked happily. "'Course!" she meowed. "I'd love to go with you!"

[Barnabas]

Spottedpaw blinked happily. "'Course!" she meowed. "I'd love to go with you!"

Flowerpaw let out a light purr of excitement. "We can go now if you want to." She meowed. Flowerpaw lifted herself, dragging her back legs to the apprentice's den exit/entrance. She looked back at her sister.

[nyaanyaaowo]

Flowerpaw let out a light purr of excitement. "We can go now if you want to." She meowed. Flowerpaw lifted herself, dragging her back legs to the apprentice's den exit/entrance. She looked back at her sister.

Spottedpaw shook her pelt and made after her sister, her pelt not completely groomed yet.
"Sure!" she joined her sister by the entrance.

[Barnabas]

Spottedpaw shook her pelt and made after her sister, her pelt not completely groomed yet.
"Sure!" she joined her sister by the entrance.

(Ill reply in the territory)

[lone]

[Sorry this took forever!! ;v; ]

The slim feline noticed the momentairy facial expression that flashed across the molly's face, the expression of surprise, it annoyed him, though he didn't know why. He made his way further into the den, finding it very hard to walk with the wounded shoulder, but he did so anyways, after all, it was his uncle who taught him to toughen up, and he promised his uncle that he would do just that, be the tuffest tom in Thunderclan, just for him. He still planned on holding true to his words, after all, Wheatfur was still here, just not here, it left him with a sense of comfort to know that his uncle was always watching over him, always protecting him, guiding him, but it annoyed him whenever he thought about the new medicine cat, Caliapaw, he knew uncle Wheat was watching and guiding her as well, in a way, he was jelous, he knew that his uncle was watching over her more that Stonekit, and it made him even more angry, yet, sad at the same time. The kit sat himself down and looked at the molly, his icy hues seemed to be even colder than their usual cold demeanor. There were a few days where he walked in, wanting to speak with his uncle, forgetting that he was now in Starclan, and he'd see her, either messing around with his herbs, or sleeping in his bed, he could feel his blood bubbling, it displeased him, it angered him, he wanted his uncle back, the only one in his family who actually loved him, she was nothing to him, she held no value in Stonekits eyes.

The kit sat down and wrapped his light grey tail around his equally grey, dusted, paws, turning his face away as the pale cream molly came to but some sort of squishy stuff on his shoulder. She was right, it did sting, but he wouldn't show it, all he let escape was a wince, which only lasted a second, but it was quickly replaced with a casual look. Once she finished placing the cobweb on his shoulder the tom turned to look at her, anger flared in his hues, for a kit, the only anger that would be portrayed would be if their sister managed to hurt them in a play fight, but his anger, this anger was so much more, it was as if you were looking into the eyes of the cat who just lost his brother in a fight, and you were the one who killed the said brother. "Why wasn't it you? Why did it have to be Uncle Wheatfur?" he spat, his fur bristling as he stood up, his pink little nose inches away from the medicine cat's face. "He was the only one who loved me, the only one who didn't pick on me, the only one who would care if I died. Why are you here instead of him?" he asked, his voice quivering with anger, and a hint of sadness. He felt a wave of unexplainable, raw, emotions pass over him, his mouth opened and closed as he tried to find the words, but he was unable, with every word he tried to throw up, they only choked him, clung to the sides of his throat as he glared at Caliapaw, and in those blazing, frosty blue hues, tears pricked the sides, his eyes clouded over with pure, raw, emotions, ones kits shouldn't feel so early in their clan lives.

For a moment, Caliapaw was taken off guard. She knew there were cats who would dislike her, especially for having taken Wheatfur's place... he just hadn't warned her how hateful they might actually sound. The amount of anger in Stonekit's voice was incredible, terrifying for that of a young cat. "First of all, you need to calm down. You're going to end up hurting yourself more." Caliapaw did her best to sound calm, wondering if there was a way for her to play something more soothing then the tom's raw, angry words inside her head. The problem was, she was already blaming herself for this. She had already asked that question multiple times. And if she knew the answer, perhaps she would be happier. If only... if only she had gone that night. But she hadn't. She could still remember the cats coming back, bloody, injured, and she had been alone. She could still remember waiting for Wheatfur. She could still remember that he had never come back.

She could remember that night vividly, and she hoped the memory would fade when it had been more then two moons, but it was never fading. It was only growing... stronger. It felt like she was never going to get rid of that particular memory. "Second of all, stop pitying yourself. You aren't the only one who misses him, the world does not revolve around you and you missing your Uncle. You think I don't miss him? He was my mentor, and the only one who knew how hard this is. But you don't see me whining about it to everybody." The she cat had very little patience for this. Maybe it was because she kept it inside her head most of the time, refusing to talk about how very much she missed the tom. She had only known him for a short while, certainly Stonekit had known him longer, but he had been important to her. And she had lost him. And maybe, just maybe, it was her fault.

She hated herself for doing the very thing she was getting onto Stonekit about; pitying herself. Caliapaw hated the fact that she just couldn't seem to get over herself. Eventually she would get over herself, but it would be a while before she could do so fully. "Third of all, I don't know. If I knew I would tell you. Ask StarClan, since they're the divine ones who decided to take him in the first place." She finished. Caliapaw had never been good at talking to kits. She wasn't good at talking to anybody - she didn't know quite how to behave around cats she didn't know. She was angry at herself again, for being so unprofessional - she was trying to act like a medicine cat, like it wasn't so personal to her, but it was. Stonekit had touched on matters that were very personal to Caliapaw, and she had just... gotten out of control.

The medicine cat sighed, and stepped back from the small kit. He had gone through a lot from a young age, and Caliapaw wished she hadn't been so rough on him. If only she was better at this kind of thing. If Wheatfur were here, he undoubtedly would have handled it better then she had. She was still trying to live up to him, to make him proud, and the fact that she couldn't feel him with her was discouraging. The she cat took a breath, and then turned her gaze back on Stonekit. "You can go. Just be careful."

(pfft don't worry about it... also thank GOD Calia will never be a mother I mean she does NOT have the skills for it)

[franckcr]

Splashkit decided also to walk up to the two kits that were talking. "Hi,I'm Splashkit." The silver tabby she-kit said to them,but not wanting to interrupt.

[wolfie]

(Sure Sasukewolf (madness) )

The tom walked into the camp, putting his prey in the fresh-kill. Owlstorm haven't spoke to him, while he hadn't spoke to her. After all, it would make it more awkward. Snowpaw slowly, carefully, snatch a quick glance at her expression. He felt sympathy for her, even if he did it too her. He wouldn't ask the question he knew the answer too. So, he turned his head away. Now what? Did he leave? Probably. Should they sit in silence? Awkward. Snowpaw huffed, he just didn't get it! He was starting to dislike being like this.

[lone]

Finchcall stretched as he laid in the sun. His tail swooshed behind him and ears twitched ever so slightly. Despite his apparent relaxed expression, the warrior was in actuality stressed over the looming war. He did not like where this was going. The grey tom cared for Snowstar, he understood the rivalry between his leader and Windclan's and was angered with the other clan because of what's happened, but still.... Finchcall looked up at the sky, wondering about the dangerous tensions between the two clans. Every time he went out onto the territory, the warrior partially expected some Windclanners to be trespassing and attack him. He wasn't afraid of a fight and would be able to hold his own, he just hated the thought for his clan-mates' safety as well whenever they left camp. Plus, now he had a young apprentice of his own who would be able to fight if they were attacked.

As his thoughts wondered to this point, they began to focus more on Weaselpaw. He hadn't spent too much time with his apprentice, but he was glad and proud to have one. If a battle did break out between Thunderclan and Windclan, he hoped that Weaselpaw did not have to fight in the battle. They did not have enough battle training and would be endangered in such a situation. Finchcall wished he could dedicate more time to training the apprentice, but he needed to make sure that the borders were secure and continued to fear that Windclan may try something, and he wanted to make sure Weaselpaw was away from that. They were his first apprentice and the son of his friend. Finchcall did not want anything to happen to them.
It was a fluffy white feline who approached Finchcall in the clearing, her tail swishing softly from side to side as she did so. Light colored eyes sparked as she approached him, and eventually settled down near him. "So, thinking about something important or do you mind if I join you?" She asked, glancing over at him. She remembered the tom - Winterstorm was pretty sure she was a little older, but she thought she remembered seeing him around the apprentices' den and stuff. She was currently thinking about her prank that she had pulled on Foxthorn - right now, he was onto her... as far as she could tell. Perhaps there was a way for her to get him off her tail or something, but if there were, she didn't know what it was. "Oh, I'm Winterstorm, by the way. I think we were apprentices around the same time - but I'm sorry to say that I don't remember your name. What is it?" She asked, keeping her voice light and friendly as she spoke. Might as well introduce herself, even if Finchcall was thinking about something more important. Winterstorm was trying to remember his name; but they hadn't been friends when they were apprentices, she would have been working and hanging out with a different crowd. Around that time, troublemakers were her type. Winterstorm could distinctly remember a crush or two going wrong pretty quickly during her late apprentice to early warrior moons. She was still a fairly young warrior, but she had been steering clear of bad romance decisions. It wasn't that she was over the troublemakers - more like she was taking a quick break. The she cat turned her sparkling optics onto Finchcall as she awaited his response to her previous questions.

[SuspiciousMindz]

[QUOTE=Suspiciousmindz;453870]
[FONT="Arial"]The brown tom didn't know what happened. One minute he was running, chasing after the slim black and white figure of his friend, and the next she disappeared - seemingly out of nowhere - and then all of a sudden, he felt his paws hit something furry and he was desperately trying to catch his balance. It was Mintberry - having tripped and fallen earlier, and now the tom had ran into her and was falling as well Oh, so that's where- That was as far as his thoughts got before he hit the ground with a thud, and rolled over onto his stomach, so that he could spring up in an instant. "Technically I tagged you," The feline pointed out with a smirk, getting ready to RUN if his announcement was declared valid. Even if it wasn't, he could easily reach out with a paw and bat Mintberry wherever he could reach, resulting in her becoming "it" and he would then definitely have to run away. As fast as he could. Or, perhaps their game was over - she looked sore already, from her fall, no doubt - and from having Ottertail trip over her.

She felt the weight hit her like a brick wall and let out a gasp of air as Ottertail tripped over her. "Fluff-butt! I didn't ask to be squished more!" she complained before his playful remark made her narrow her eyes. She quickly rolled over and jumped to her paws, ready to go. "Although I see my pain wasn't enough to phase this game, so you better run!" she replied, a small laugh in her voice. Sure, she was sore, but Mintberry wasn't going to allow Ottertail to win that easily. She didn't break anything or sprain anything so she knew she was going to be fine. The black and white she-cat was nice enough to give him time to react to her comment before she started to go after him, play alight in her hues once more.

[Mango]

Celestial
Minkkit sighed, he always believed every cat was talking behind his back when they spoke. Atleast his littermates learned to sign with him. They swear he isn’t talked about behind his back, but he had his doubts. He spotted an elder, Wolfhowl, he waved his tail in a friendly manner as a way of saying hello.Hi Wolfhowl, is what I’d say if only I could speak.

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

(Sure Sasukewolf (madness) )

The tom walked into the camp, putting his prey in the fresh-kill. Owlstorm haven't spoke to him, while he hadn't spoke to her. After all, it would make it more awkward. Snowpaw slowly, carefully, snatch a quick glance at her expression. He felt sympathy for her, even if he did it too her. He wouldn't ask the question he knew the answer too. So, he turned his head away. Now what? Did he leave? Probably. Should they sit in silence? Awkward. Snowpaw huffed, he just didn't get it! He was starting to dislike being like this.
Owlstorm puts away her prey and looks at the tom for a bit. “ bye” she says coldly as she begins to turn around and just begins to walk away saying absolutely nothing but her heart ached and she hated it... why was she so dumb?

[wolfie]

Owlstorm puts away her prey and looks at the tom for a bit. “ bye” she says coldly as she begins to turn around and just begins to walk away saying absolutely nothing but her heart ached and she hated it... why was she so dumb?

"Bye, I'll.. see you again." He added the last part. Goodbyes were always too how to put it? Too sad. It like saying bye forever. Snowpaw did want to see her again, as she walks away he sighed. Taking it was his time to leave also. He watch her go, sadly before turning away.

[lone]

[QUOTE=Lonestar23;454147]

She felt the weight hit her like a brick wall and let out a gasp of air as Ottertail tripped over her. "Fluff-butt! I didn't ask to be squished more!" she complained before his playful remark made her narrow her eyes. She quickly rolled over and jumped to her paws, ready to go. "Although I see my pain wasn't enough to phase this game, so you better run!" she replied, a small laugh in her voice. Sure, she was sore, but Mintberry wasn't going to allow Ottertail to win that easily. She didn't break anything or sprain anything so she knew she was going to be fine. The black and white she-cat was nice enough to give him time to react to her comment before she started to go after him, play alight in her hues once more.

"Heeey, it's not my fault you tripped and fell, clumsy!" Ottertail retorted quickly, a purr rumbling in his throat as he climbed off of her, his tail flicking back and forth. He was unsure if they were continuing the game at the moment, so his muscles were relaxed for the time being - and right now, everything felt calm and had a distinct air of friendly excitement. That was, until Mintberry's announcement - which caught the feline completely off guard and as soon as the words were out of her maw, his eyes widened almost twice as large. With a yelp of surprise, the fluffy brown tom scrambled to his paws and was off, through the clearing as quickly as he could run. He darted through different cats, trying to throw Mintberry off course... and as far as any dirty looks being thrown in his direction? Right now, the warrior was oblivious to them all.

[Brilliance]

Passionblaze has decided, after much persuasion, and stubbornness on his part to lead the fatally wounded back into the safety of camp. Despite his limp, and the blood covering his pelt, he was proud of one thing; most of that blood wasn’t his. If Snowstar allowed him to fight more, he would had ended up killing a cat - or, a few. The tom has newly plastered scars displayed on his body. The most noticeable was on his flank, which had long, swollen pink flesh wounds decorating the part. Passionblaze had a limp, which became worse because he kept throwing himself into the battle. When he fought, it was like he didn’t get enough. Truth be told, he was waiting for this battle. He was going to give it his best shot. Evidently, he had because smugly, confidently padded into the clearing, watching the other struggling cats disperse. Most likely getting help from Caliapaw. Apart of Passionblaze felt bad that the apprentice had plenty cats to mend up. She was young; a rookie. It was ashamed her mentor died before they really started their lessons to form a strong medicine cat bond. Passionblaze knew he should get himself looked at, but decided against it. He fought battles worse than this; he’d survive. So, the flamed tom limped towards a tree, perfect for shading. “I’m not gonna see my mother or Foxpaw yet. They don’t need to see me like this.” His mother would throw a fit, but Foxpaw would most likely plead to him to tell her about the battle and all those “cool” scars he obtained. Some of the scars were new, while the others were reopened. Yet, they didn’t hurt. Well, they did. He just ignored the pain. Passionblaze threw his limping forepaw down, harshly, emitting more pain. He clenched his teeth, but it made the pain dampen when he added more. “I’ll check on the others soon. I need to be here when Snowstar gets back.” Passionblaze was angry at himself for leaving. He wanted to continue fighting. He still had all the fire locked in him, that was not satisfied. Passionblaze was ready to throw himself back into the battle, but what would he had looked like for disobeying his leader’s orders. He’d look like a fool, but he would be a prideful one because he fought those mangy-excuses-of-Cats. To think Windclan had to get the help of Shadowclan to overpower them! It was a good thing Riverclan came to their aid much later...all he could do was hope that later they would win. To cool himself down, Passionblaze gently began to wash the blood off his fur. The taste of crimson from another’s body gave him the satisfaction that he won more than he lost.

Beau

[dionysus]

Passionblaze has decided, after much persuasion, and stubbornness on his part to lead the fatally wounded back into the safety of camp. Despite his limp, and the blood covering his pelt, he was proud of one thing; most of that blood wasn’t his. If Snowstar allowed him to fight more, he would had ended up killing a cat - or, a few. The tom has newly plastered scars displayed on his body. The most noticeable was on his flank, which had long, swollen pink flesh wounds decorating the part. Passionblaze had a limp, which became worse because he kept throwing himself into the battle. When he fought, it was like he didn’t get enough. Truth be told, he was waiting for this battle. He was going to give it his best shot. Evidently, he had because smugly, confidently padded into the clearing, watching the other struggling cats disperse. Most likely getting help from Caliapaw. Apart of Passionblaze felt bad that the apprentice had plenty cats to mend up. She was young; a rookie. It was ashamed her mentor died before they really started their lessons to form a strong medicine cat bond. Passionblaze knew he should get himself looked at, but decided against it. He fought battles worse than this; he’d survive. So, the flamed tom limped towards a tree, perfect for shading. “I’m not gonna see my mother or Foxpaw yet. They don’t need to see me like this.” His mother would throw a fit, but Foxpaw would most likely plead to him to tell her about the battle and all those “cool” scars he obtained. Some of the scars were new, while the others were reopened. Yet, they didn’t hurt. Well, they did. He just ignored the pain. Passionblaze threw his limping forepaw down, harshly, emitting more pain. He clenched his teeth, but it made the pain dampen when he added more. “I’ll check on the others soon. I need to be here when Snowstar gets back.” Passionblaze was angry at himself for leaving. He wanted to continue fighting. He still had all the fire locked in him, that was not satisfied. Passionblaze was ready to throw himself back into the battle, but what would he had looked like for disobeying his leader’s orders. He’d look like a fool, but he would be a prideful one because he fought those mangy-excuses-of-Cats. To think Windclan had to get the help of Shadowclan to overpower them! It was a good thing Riverclan came to their aid much later...all he could do was hope that later they would win. To cool himself down, Passionblaze gently began to wash the blood off his fur. The taste of crimson from another’s body gave him the satisfaction that he won more than he lost.

@Beau (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=114)


Piperwing limped heavily through the camp. She still had serious injuries from the border skirmish, but had foolishly insisted on being a part of the fighting. Not only had the newest battle reopened her only slightly older wounds, but it had added many more, too many to count. Most were just scratches, but she did have a long gash now that ran alongside her spine. The two, deep wounds to her shoulders and chests from the border battle had been reopened and had started to pour so much blood from them that she had had to be sent back. She'd already seen Caliapaw, so they were re-bandaged, but they still stung like a snake bite. Thus, the heavy limp. Not to mention she could finally feel the sharp pain of her back gash. Blood still coated her fur, so much of it on her chest that it was still wet despite her return. At least she could say that the blood was far from all hers. She had sent as many cats running as possible before she had to retreat herself. Hunger burned in her stomach, though it hurt far less than her wounds, so she made her way to the freshkill pile. A ways beyond it lay Passionblaze, and Piperwing caught sight of the deputy with a frown. He had been the one to help her during the border battle, which she hadn't thanked him for at the time. Now that she was out of the heat of the moment, Piperwing could recognize that she had been rather rude. Sighing and cursing her stubborn pride, Piperwing picked up two plump squirrels and limped as quickly as possible to the flame colored deputy. Clearing her throat, Piperwing dropped the squirrels at his paws and gave him a hard look, as if she were about to yell at him. Instead, she meowed, "Look, you helped me at the border battle, which I appreciate. In the state I was in, I couldn't have taken on two warriors. I was rude at the time and I just wanted to say i'm sorry. And, thank you." Piperwing wasn't a bull-headed cat. She could be stubborn, but she could also admit when she was wrong. Therefore, it didn't take too much effort to apologize to Passionblaze. She had nothing against him. She didn't know him terribly well, but he seemed nice enough. Nudging the squirrel over to him, Piperwing commented, "I think we've earned it." The sandy feline plopped down beside Passionblaze and began to eat her own squirrel, occassionally looking over at the fellow Somali.

[Brilliance]

Piperwing limped heavily through the camp. She still had serious injuries from the border skirmish, but had foolishly insisted on being a part of the fighting. Not only had the newest battle reopened her only slightly older wounds, but it had added many more, too many to count. Most were just scratches, but she did have a long gash now that ran alongside her spine. The two, deep wounds to her shoulders and chests from the border battle had been reopened and had started to pour so much blood from them that she had had to be sent back. She'd already seen Caliapaw, so they were re-bandaged, but they still stung like a snake bite. Thus, the heavy limp. Not to mention she could finally feel the sharp pain of her back gash. Blood still coated her fur, so much of it on her chest that it was still wet despite her return. At least she could say that the blood was far from all hers. She had sent as many cats running as possible before she had to retreat herself. Hunger burned in her stomach, though it hurt far less than her wounds, so she made her way to the freshkill pile. A ways beyond it lay Passionblaze, and Piperwing caught sight of the deputy with a frown. He had been the one to help her during the border battle, which she hadn't thanked him for at the time. Now that she was out of the heat of the moment, Piperwing could recognize that she had been rather rude. Sighing and cursing her stubborn pride, Piperwing picked up two plump squirrels and limped as quickly as possible to the flame colored deputy. Clearing her throat, Piperwing dropped the squirrels at his paws and gave him a hard look, as if she were about to yell at him. Instead, she meowed, "Look, you helped me at the border battle, which I appreciate. In the state I was in, I couldn't have taken on two warriors. I was rude at the time and I just wanted to say i'm sorry. And, thank you." Piperwing wasn't a bull-headed cat. She could be stubborn, but she could also admit when she was wrong. Therefore, it didn't take too much effort to apologize to Passionblaze. She had nothing against him. She didn't know him terribly well, but he seemed nice enough. Nudging the squirrel over to him, Piperwing commented, "I think we've earned it." The sandy feline plopped down beside Passionblaze and began to eat her own squirrel, occassionally looking over at the fellow Somali.


Passionblaze continued to lick his pelt clean, his thoughts were raging. If one had a key to unlock his mind, they would be dead from the concept of of menacing ways. Just like at the skirmish at the border, Passionblaze felt anger. Not with the others. He couldn’t be angry at a couple felines who have the audacity to make up their own minds and choices. He tried to prevent the fight, he tried to stop it...yet, he was itching to get into it. To put short, Passionblaze was angry at himself. Angry that he wasn’t fighting alongside his clan mates. Forget the aching of his bones! Forget the fresh wounds burning his skin! Forget it all and just fight! The deputy stopped abruptly with his grooming when he noticed a pair of eyes on him. Scanning her form quickly, he rummaged through his mind to see that it was Piperwing. Passionblaze tried to ignore her, as he wasn’t in the mood to talk after all the sadistic thoughts jogging through his mind. Yet, she limped her way over to him, carrying two squirrels from the fresh kill pile. Passionblaze rolled his shoulders, wincing once he felt that scar reopened. He stared at the warrior, though it may appear to look like he was glaring at her. His gaze were a piercing flash of golden green, and he was slightly taken aback when Piperwing...apologized? “Well, isn’t that obvious.” Passionblaze grunted. He was still a bit angry, but not at her. It was all for himself. He just had a habit of talking slick to anyone who dared approached him while he was in his mood. During that skirmish, he had jumped in front of Piperwing to hinder Rabbitpounce from lunging at the she cat once more. Piperwing became defensive; she didn’t need his help. That’s a stubborn Molly for you... Passionblaze knew she wouldn’t be able to take on two opponents, unlike him. The deputy was a fighter. This was a tom who played the perfect son, yet loved to provoke others to challenge him...he couldn’t recall the numerous opponents he battled for the fun of it, but it had improved his combat. So, two mollies? That was a piece of prey. “I’d think you’d show more appreciation to a tom who literally would throw himself in front of you to protect you.” He didn’t know Piperwing very well, so he didn’t assume that she was unappreciative. Perhaps, it was only in the heat of the moment. When she nudged the squirrel towards him, Passionblaze looked at it longingly. Piperwing was sitting next to him, eating her fill, but Passionblaze was simply staring at the dead food. Finally, after a few moments, he pushed it away. “I don’t deserve to eat.” He wrapped his tail around himself, and gave his shoulder wound a lick. His anger was still present, but the flame was flickering. Now, he was feeling a depleted of energy, like an overwhelming mess that couldn’t be tamed.

[dionysus]

Passionblaze continued to lick his pelt clean, his thoughts were raging. If one had a key to unlock his mind, they would be dead from the concept of of menacing ways. Just like at the skirmish at the border, Passionblaze felt anger. Not with the others. He couldn’t be angry at a couple felines who have the audacity to make up their own minds and choices. He tried to prevent the fight, he tried to stop it...yet, he was itching to get into it. To put short, Passionblaze was angry at himself. Angry that he wasn’t fighting alongside his clan mates. Forget the aching of his bones! Forget the fresh wounds burning his skin! Forget it all and just fight! The deputy stopped abruptly with his grooming when he noticed a pair of eyes on him. Scanning her form quickly, he rummaged through his mind to see that it was Piperwing. Passionblaze tried to ignore her, as he wasn’t in the mood to talk after all the sadistic thoughts jogging through his mind. Yet, she limped her way over to him, carrying two squirrels from the fresh kill pile. Passionblaze rolled his shoulders, wincing once he felt that scar reopened. He stared at the warrior, though it may appear to look like he was glaring at her. His gaze were a piercing flash of golden green, and he was slightly taken aback when Piperwing...apologized? “Well, isn’t that obvious.” Passionblaze grunted. He was still a bit angry, but not at her. It was all for himself. He just had a habit of talking slick to anyone who dared approached him while he was in his mood. During that skirmish, he had jumped in front of Piperwing to hinder Rabbitpounce from lunging at the she cat once more. Piperwing became defensive; she didn’t need his help. That’s a stubborn Molly for you... Passionblaze knew she wouldn’t be able to take on two opponents, unlike him. The deputy was a fighter. This was a tom who played the perfect son, yet loved to provoke others to challenge him...he couldn’t recall the numerous opponents he battled for the fun of it, but it had improved his combat. So, two mollies? That was a piece of prey. “I’d think you’d show more appreciation to a tom who literally would throw himself in front of you to protect you.” He didn’t know Piperwing very well, so he didn’t assume that she was unappreciative. Perhaps, it was only in the heat of the moment. When she nudged the squirrel towards him, Passionblaze looked at it longingly. Piperwing was sitting next to him, eating her fill, but Passionblaze was simply staring at the dead food. Finally, after a few moments, he pushed it away. “I don’t deserve to eat.” He wrapped his tail around himself, and gave his shoulder wound a lick. His anger was still present, but the flame was flickering. Now, he was feeling a depleted of energy, like an overwhelming mess that couldn’t be tamed.

Piperwing didn't wince at Passionblaze's glare, as a weaker cat might've. She was too headstrong and courageous to wilt with a glare. In fact, given the way she'd acted earlier, she probably deserved it. However, she had come to apologize and, in her opinion, deserved no further hostility. With Passionblaze's first comment, Piperwing immediately bristled. Her temper was remarkably short and Passionblaze's little mood fit had ignited it easily. "Excuse me? I came here to apologize. You do not have the right to treat me like that! What in the dark forest did you mean by 'obviously?' What, you think I can't take on two cats because I'm a she-cat? You one of those Shadowclan Fuzz family lunatics? If you are, you can fight me right now and I'll show you just how 'weak' I am. I'll have you know that I just returned from fighting for our clan, like you. So don't you dare insult my abilities." Piperwing did not care who or what Passionblaze was angry at. He had insulted her and would now feel her wrath. Nor did she care that he was deputy. No amount of power gave a cat the right to be rude. "I'd think you'd show more grace to a cat who is apologizing. I admit that I was wrong, but you're in the wrong now. Do you think because you're deputy you have the right to treat other cats poorly? Because you don't. I'll admit that you helped me in that battle, but I didn't ask you to 'literally throw' yourself in front of me. So why don't you stop it with whatever tantrum you're throwing and accept my apology." She sat back down with a 'humph' and continued to eat, eyeing Passionblaze with a fiery green eye. Her anger had subsided somewhat, but she was still very irritated. She was rubbed further the wrong way when he began to feel sorry for himself. Scoffing and rolling her eyes, Piperwing replied in a hard, tough love type voice, "Of course you deserve to eat! Honestly, if you'd stop acting like a kit for one moment you'd realize that you fought for your clan until you literally couldn't anymore. Being sent back to camp isn't a shameful thing. It shows that you were out there in the thick of it from minute one, getting injury after injury. It's only right for the cats who are at full energy and health to relieve those of us who have been fighting for hours. So stop moping and eat your squirrel." Piperwing's aching shoulders slumped as she continued to eat her own squirrel before adding, "Besides, if either of us doesn't deserve to eat, it's me. I'm the one who killed that Windclan warrior. I broke the code, 'A warrior doesn't need to kill in battle.'" Piperwing seemed strong and not bothered, but in reality, the guilt of that battle had been following her like a dark shadow ever since she found out that Rappitpounce had died.

[Brilliance]

Piperwing didn't wince at Passionblaze's glare, as a weaker cat might've. She was too headstrong and courageous to wilt with a glare. In fact, given the way she'd acted earlier, she probably deserved it. However, she had come to apologize and, in her opinion, deserved no further hostility. With Passionblaze's first comment, Piperwing immediately bristled. Her temper was remarkably short and Passionblaze's little mood fit had ignited it easily. "Excuse me? I came here to apologize. You do not have the right to treat me like that! What in the dark forest did you mean by 'obviously?' What, you think I can't take on two cats because I'm a she-cat? You one of those Shadowclan Fuzz family lunatics? If you are, you can fight me right now and I'll show you just how 'weak' I am. I'll have you know that I just returned from fighting for our clan, like you. So don't you dare insult my abilities." Piperwing did not care who or what Passionblaze was angry at. He had insulted her and would now feel her wrath. Nor did she care that he was deputy. No amount of power gave a cat the right to be rude. "I'd think you'd show more grace to a cat who is apologizing. I admit that I was wrong, but you're in the wrong now. Do you think because you're deputy you have the right to treat other cats poorly? Because you don't. I'll admit that you helped me in that battle, but I didn't ask you to 'literally throw' yourself in front of me. So why don't you stop it with whatever tantrum you're throwing and accept my apology." She sat back down with a 'humph' and continued to eat, eyeing Passionblaze with a fiery green eye. Her anger had subsided somewhat, but she was still very irritated. She was rubbed further the wrong way when he began to feel sorry for himself. Scoffing and rolling her eyes, Piperwing replied in a hard, tough love type voice, "Of course you deserve to eat! Honestly, if you'd stop acting like a kit for one moment you'd realize that you fought for your clan until you literally couldn't anymore. Being sent back to camp isn't a shameful thing. It shows that you were out there in the thick of it from minute one, getting injury after injury. It's only right for the cats who are at full energy and health to relieve those of us who have been fighting for hours. So stop moping and eat your squirrel." Piperwing's aching shoulders slumped as she continued to eat her own squirrel before adding, "Besides, if either of us doesn't deserve to eat, it's me. I'm the one who killed that Windclan warrior. I broke the code, 'A warrior doesn't need to kill in battle.'" Piperwing seemed strong and not bothered, but in reality, the guilt of that battle had been following her like a dark shadow ever since she found out that Rappitpounce had died.

Passionblaze was always the courteous one. The polite kind. The helpful and encouraging one. He knew from day one to respect the female kind because all she cats were a force of desire. They were beautiful, exotic, creatures, hand carved by the grand Starclan themselves. And, their temper? Good Starclan, their temper! Such steamy fire that ran your head in circles. This is what Passionblaze took interest in. Not their beauty (as to him every Molly was gorgeous) but their attitude. It showed a lot about their character. Currently, Passionblaze felt lost in a beehive. Only without the honey sweetness. It was apparent Piperwing took offense to what he said, and yet he didn’t care. A throb in his head was banging as Piperwing was talking. Passionblaze wanted to growl to tell her to be quiet but that would had been rude. She would had been ignited even more instead of extinguished. Passionblaze bent his head down, breathing heavily. “Did I ever say you were weak? Did those exact words come out my mouth?” He spoke. He didn’t bring his head up, but he did move his eyes sideways to glare at her. “I know you are strong. You’re strong, you’re smart, you’re beautiful, but I don’t think you’re very experienced. You’re young after all. You’d be crowfood trying to fight off two mollies.” If Passionblaze was honest, he didn’t see Piperwing as a fighter. Not that he thought she was weak or anything. Passionblaze knew mollies were far stronger than any tom. When it came to mental, physical, and emotional strength. He saw his mother use these combinations of power, and never had he found himself looking up to another cat in his life. Passionblaze’s eyes flashed when she challenged him to a fight. He would had laughed - actually, he did. It was a hoarse chuckle. “Fight you? Challenge accepted. Perhaps another time though. It wouldn’t be a fair fight with both of us injured, ay?” Despite feeling downward, his tone was a little light. Maybe it was because she was being challenging, and Passionblaze loved a good challenge. The tom has completely ignored the fact that she compared him to the reputation that the Fuzz family held. Instead, he looked down at his paws, striking the dirt into aimless lines as he debated to close his ears or listen to her. Certainly, he chose the latter.
Passionblaze knew he was in the wrong, but others who knew him well knew to leave him alone when he was in his mood. Passionblaze directed his anger to any object in his view. Unfortunately, she was that object. Passionblaze found himself looking up at her again, a stoic expression on his face. “I don’t think because I’m deputy that I treat others poorly,” He spoke, the words foreign to his tongue. If anything, Passionblaze always tries to find a fair way to keep everyone happy. “But, did you have the right to treat me poorly in the first place? I fight for my clan just like I’ll fight for my clan mate. I wouldn’t even think twice before I even died for them. Forgive me if I’m a little overwhelmed for what’s been going on these last few moons.” With losing his first apprentice by that Starclan-forsaken monster. Then with the skirmish, and the battle...all Passionblaze could feel was emotional pain. He took too much pleasure in the physical goodness of pain so that he didn’t have to feel that hurt deep in his chest.
Now, she was scolding him in a way. He had refused to eat that squirrel, and he still refused to do it. It’s not that he wasn’t hungry, he just felt empty. “Give it to the cats who were badly injured,” he says quietly. “I need to be back on that field. Fighting until my last drop of blood is spilled. I should be out there fighting for my clan, not stuck in camp waiting for the others.” Passionblaze scrunched up his face into a grim expression. This may not have been a big deal to Piperwing, but Passionblaze carried a fierce passion for his clan. For his clan mates. It wasn’t fighting for Thunderclan. It was fighting for those who loved within Thunderclan. Passionblaze had turned to look at Piperwing. His usually green eyes flecked with golden as he gave her a desperate look. “It is shameful to me.” Passionblaze didn’t think she would understand how powerless he felt at the moment. He left his leader to fight when he should had been guarding her with his life. In other words, Passionblaze should still be out there; fighting fiercely as his name suggests.
Passionblaze’s eyes widened when Piperwing mentioned Rabbitpounce. She was nothing more than a warrior, but every warrior was important to their clan. Piperwing wasn’t the only one who thought about that. Maybe, that’s what made him soften when he thought about that day. The ginger tom grunted as he laid himself on the ground, purposely flopping his hind leg out to pulsate pain through it. It should had made him scream in agony, but it didn’t. Instead, he ignored it. “If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine. You three were my responsibility and I allowed the attack to happen, when I should had stopped it. Those windclanners had no business provoking us when we all had one job to do. Rabbotppunce’s hostility killed her.” He spoke, quietly. Then, he sighed, shaking his head. “I just wish things went differently. Sometimes we can’t control the fire rising in us,” he paused, knowing he was one of those cats. Passionblaze didn’t have much of a temper to hold, but he did have a passion for battling. Sometimes when he started, he couldn’t stop. His mind wouldn’t yell at him until the other cat was severely wounded, on the verge of death, or possibly...dead. It was a bad example to set for his clan, and something he needed to work on. Then again, Passionblaze needed to work on a lot of things when it came to himself.

[dionysus]

Passionblaze was always the courteous one. The polite kind. The helpful and encouraging one. He knew from day one to respect the female kind because all she cats were a force of desire. They were beautiful, exotic, creatures, hand carved by the grand Starclan themselves. And, their temper? Good Starclan, their temper! Such steamy fire that ran your head in circles. This is what Passionblaze took interest in. Not their beauty (as to him every Molly was gorgeous) but their attitude. It showed a lot about their character. Currently, Passionblaze felt lost in a beehive. Only without the honey sweetness. It was apparent Piperwing took offense to what he said, and yet he didn’t care. A throb in his head was banging as Piperwing was talking. Passionblaze wanted to growl to tell her to be quiet but that would had been rude. She would had been ignited even more instead of extinguished. Passionblaze bent his head down, breathing heavily. “Did I ever say you were weak? Did those exact words come out my mouth?” He spoke. He didn’t bring his head up, but he did move his eyes sideways to glare at her. “I know you are strong. You’re strong, you’re smart, you’re beautiful, but I don’t think you’re very experienced. You’re young after all. You’d be crowfood trying to fight off two mollies.” If Passionblaze was honest, he didn’t see Piperwing as a fighter. Not that he thought she was weak or anything. Passionblaze knew mollies were far stronger than any tom. When it came to mental, physical, and emotional strength. He saw his mother use these combinations of power, and never had he found himself looking up to another cat in his life. Passionblaze’s eyes flashed when she challenged him to a fight. He would had laughed - actually, he did. It was a hoarse chuckle. “Fight you? Challenge accepted. Perhaps another time though. It wouldn’t be a fair fight with both of us injured, ay?” Despite feeling downward, his tone was a little light. Maybe it was because she was being challenging, and Passionblaze loved a good challenge. The tom has completely ignored the fact that she compared him to the reputation that the Fuzz family held. Instead, he looked down at his paws, striking the dirt into aimless lines as he debated to close his ears or listen to her. Certainly, he chose the latter.
Passionblaze knew he was in the wrong, but others who knew him well knew to leave him alone when he was in his mood. Passionblaze directed his anger to any object in his view. Unfortunately, she was that object. Passionblaze found himself looking up at her again, a stoic expression on his face. “I don’t think because I’m deputy that I treat others poorly,” He spoke, the words foreign to his tongue. If anything, Passionblaze always tries to find a fair way to keep everyone happy. “But, did you have the right to treat me poorly in the first place? I fight for my clan just like I’ll fight for my clan mate. I wouldn’t even think twice before I even died for them. Forgive me if I’m a little overwhelmed for what’s been going on these last few moons.” With losing his first apprentice by that Starclan-forsaken monster. Then with the skirmish, and the battle...all Passionblaze could feel was emotional pain. He took too much pleasure in the physical goodness of pain so that he didn’t have to feel that hurt deep in his chest.
Now, she was scolding him in a way. He had refused to eat that squirrel, and he still refused to do it. It’s not that he wasn’t hungry, he just felt empty. “Give it to the cats who were badly injured,” he says quietly. “I need to be back on that field. Fighting until my last drop of blood is spilled. I should be out there fighting for my clan, not stuck in camp waiting for the others.” Passionblaze scrunched up his face into a grim expression. This may not have been a big deal to Piperwing, but Passionblaze carried a fierce passion for his clan. For his clan mates. It wasn’t fighting for Thunderclan. It was fighting for those who loved within Thunderclan. Passionblaze had turned to look at Piperwing. His usually green eyes flecked with golden as he gave her a desperate look. “It is shameful to me.” Passionblaze didn’t think she would understand how powerless he felt at the moment. He left his leader to fight when he should had been guarding her with his life. In other words, Passionblaze should still be out there; fighting fiercely as his name suggests.
Passionblaze’s eyes widened when Piperwing mentioned Rabbitpounce. She was nothing more than a warrior, but every warrior was important to their clan. Piperwing wasn’t the only one who thought about that. Maybe, that’s what made him soften when he thought about that day. The ginger tom grunted as he laid himself on the ground, purposely flopping his hind leg out to pulsate pain through it. It should had made him scream in agony, but it didn’t. Instead, he ignored it. “If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine. You three were my responsibility and I allowed the attack to happen, when I should had stopped it. Those windclanners had no business provoking us when we all had one job to do. Rabbotppunce’s hostility killed her.” He spoke, quietly. Then, he sighed, shaking his head. “I just wish things went differently. Sometimes we can’t control the fire rising in us,” he paused, knowing he was one of those cats. Passionblaze didn’t have much of a temper to hold, but he did have a passion for battling. Sometimes when he started, he couldn’t stop. His mind wouldn’t yell at him until the other cat was severely wounded, on the verge of death, or possibly...dead. It was a bad example to set for his clan, and something he needed to work on. Then again, Passionblaze needed to work on a lot of things when it came to himself.

Piperwing was still glaring at Passionblaze when the tom responded to her accusations. He didn't seem as angry anymore, but his response still wasn't polite enough to quell her anger. Piperwing's anger was usually proportional to the anger of those around her. If someone responded to her yelling with kindness, she'd quickly simmer down. His seemingly exasperated words, however, were not calm enough to extinguish her fire. In fact, Piperwing was preparing a stinging retort at that very moment when Passionblaze continued. "N-" The sandy warrior's sentence ended midway through the first word as she processed what Passionblaze had said. I know you are strong. You’re strong, you’re smart, you’re beautiful. She blinked in shock, speechless for a moment. Of course, he'd also called her young and inexperienced, but Piperwing could see the truth in that. Perhaps if she'd heard his thoughts she'd still be angry, but as of that moment the fire was simmering down. His chuckle surprised her again and Piperwing tried to make herself angry again, but his words seemed more teasing than insulting. "True," she conceded in a calmer voice that held traces of amusement, "But I'm holding you to that. No matter how much you beg to get out of it, we're battling someday." Her green eyes turned to look down at her badly injured shoulders. She was in no shape to fight anyone at the moment. Even someone as injured as Passionblaze. Piperwing didn't know the tom and therefore was unaware of the unspoken rule not to bother him when he was in a mood. Even if she had, she wouldn't have adhered to it. One word to describe Piperwing: feisty. She didn't care if he was in a mood or not. She was going to exercise her right to free speech by talking to him no matter what. The stoic expression and his denying words did nothing to improve her mood but they also didn't worsen it. He seemed to be accusing her of rudeness, which she'd already apologized for. Her anger would've returned if not for the dejected addition at the end. Her words came out in a softer, more sympathetic tone, "You're right. It was wrong of me to be rude before. However, I already apologized and won't be doing it again. You definitely have a right to be overwhelmed, but not a right to take it out on anyone not involved. Do you want to talk about it instead?" Piperwing was aware that the two barely knew each other, but she wanted to assist him. Passionblaze seemed upset and had an unhealthy amount of anger even by her standards. Still, he refused to eat the squirrel. Piperwing was beginning to grow exasperated again and said determinedly, "You're badly injured and you need to eat. Do you think I don't want to be out there fighting with everything I have too? Do you think I don't want to protect my clanmates? You're clan does need you, Passionblaze. But you're of no use to anyone if you die from bloodloss. Do you really think that it's shameful? You just told me that you know I am strong. Tell me, if strength was based solely on whether or not you're killed in battle, would I be strong? Should I be ashamed to be injured and at camp instead of still fighting? Are you ashamed of me? Would you really say that about me?" Piperwing didn't know how to get through to Passionblaze, but she knew she had to. His moping reminded her of her own pain. It had been a rough few moons for her too. Both of her parents had died in the Gathering battle and she had no siblings. Piperwing was officially alone in the world. She had made the mistake of taking that pain out on Rabbitpounce and now the she-cat was dead. "Don't I know it." Piperwing muttered in response to Passionblaze's fire comment. Sighing, she shook her head. "You can't blame yourself for Rabbitpounce. That's one thing you can take off your shoulders, so at least you're not carrying the whole world. Rabbitpounce is solely my fault. I took my pain out on her and look where it got her." Looking down at her wounds once more, Piperwing whispered, "look where it got me." Emotion cause her voice to falter and she had to look away for a moment to blink back tears.

[wren]

Celestial
Minkkit sighed, he always believed every cat was talking behind his back when they spoke. Atleast his littermates learned to sign with him. They swear he isn’t talked about behind his back, but he had his doubts. He spotted an elder, Wolfhowl, he waved his tail in a friendly manner as a way of saying hello.Hi Wolfhowl, is what I’d say if only I could speak.
The elderly cat raised their head from a long snooze in the sunlight when suddenly they raised their heads to see a small kit who friendly waved their tail. The elderly Tom looked at he kit studying their face closely, ahh the sweet minkkit. There's somthing wrong with em huh? What though? the Tom smiled briefly and stood padding toward the small kit a warm smile as he aced his tail in response

[Brilliance]

Piperwing was still glaring at Passionblaze when the tom responded to her accusations. He didn't seem as angry anymore, but his response still wasn't polite enough to quell her anger. Piperwing's anger was usually proportional to the anger of those around her. If someone responded to her yelling with kindness, she'd quickly simmer down. His seemingly exasperated words, however, were not calm enough to extinguish her fire. In fact, Piperwing was preparing a stinging retort at that very moment when Passionblaze continued. "N-" The sandy warrior's sentence ended midway through the first word as she processed what Passionblaze had said. I know you are strong. You’re strong, you’re smart, you’re beautiful. She blinked in shock, speechless for a moment. Of course, he'd also called her young and inexperienced, but Piperwing could see the truth in that. Perhaps if she'd heard his thoughts she'd still be angry, but as of that moment the fire was simmering down. His chuckle surprised her again and Piperwing tried to make herself angry again, but his words seemed more teasing than insulting. "True," she conceded in a calmer voice that held traces of amusement, "But I'm holding you to that. No matter how much you beg to get out of it, we're battling someday." Her green eyes turned to look down at her badly injured shoulders. She was in no shape to fight anyone at the moment. Even someone as injured as Passionblaze. Piperwing didn't know the tom and therefore was unaware of the unspoken rule not to bother him when he was in a mood. Even if she had, she wouldn't have adhered to it. One word to describe Piperwing: feisty. She didn't care if he was in a mood or not. She was going to exercise her right to free speech by talking to him no matter what. The stoic expression and his denying words did nothing to improve her mood but they also didn't worsen it. He seemed to be accusing her of rudeness, which she'd already apologized for. Her anger would've returned if not for the dejected addition at the end. Her words came out in a softer, more sympathetic tone, "You're right. It was wrong of me to be rude before. However, I already apologized and won't be doing it again. You definitely have a right to be overwhelmed, but not a right to take it out on anyone not involved. Do you want to talk about it instead?" Piperwing was aware that the two barely knew each other, but she wanted to assist him. Passionblaze seemed upset and had an unhealthy amount of anger even by her standards. Still, he refused to eat the squirrel. Piperwing was beginning to grow exasperated again and said determinedly, "You're badly injured and you need to eat. Do you think I don't want to be out there fighting with everything I have too? Do you think I don't want to protect my clanmates? You're clan does need you, Passionblaze. But you're of no use to anyone if you die from bloodloss. Do you really think that it's shameful? You just told me that you know I am strong. Tell me, if strength was based solely on whether or not you're killed in battle, would I be strong? Should I be ashamed to be injured and at camp instead of still fighting? Are you ashamed of me? Would you really say that about me?" Piperwing didn't know how to get through to Passionblaze, but she knew she had to. His moping reminded her of her own pain. It had been a rough few moons for her too. Both of her parents had died in the Gathering battle and she had no siblings. Piperwing was officially alone in the world. She had made the mistake of taking that pain out on Rabbitpounce and now the she-cat was dead. "Don't I know it." Piperwing muttered in response to Passionblaze's fire comment. Sighing, she shook her head. "You can't blame yourself for Rabbitpounce. That's one thing you can take off your shoulders, so at least you're not carrying the whole world. Rabbitpounce is solely my fault. I took my pain out on her and look where it got her." Looking down at her wounds once more, Piperwing whispered, "look where it got me." Emotion cause her voice to falter and she had to look away for a moment to blink back tears.

Passionblaze waited for her sassy reply. His head was still down after his little comment, and he had expected her to retort something venomously back, but she didn’t. So, he had brought his head to look up at her. She interrupted herself, speechless. Passionblaze thought it may have been something behind him, but the only thing there was a sturdy tree with large leaves above. What was so fascinating about that? Was it something I said? His nose twitched, believing so. Passionblaze didn’t think she should had been speechless as such because Passionblaze believed every Molly should know that they were extremely intelligent, extremely strong, extremely beautiful. What a tom gave a she cat, she created a bigger prize. So, in his opinion, Passionblaze should had heard her admit that she knew she was strong, smart, and beautiful. Of course, he wouldn’t deny any of this. He would respect her for her candor.
He felt a little at ease when she didn’t continue to be aggressive with him, despite his own hostility. Their next piece of conversation brought a little bit of humor dancing in his eyes. “Well, how can I deny a molly of such a request? Trust me, I would be the last to back down from a fight. Let’s just hope you are true to your word.” He had bowed his head respectively, more so in a joking manner. Passionblaze preferred fighting above everything else. He wasn’t the swiftest runner, nor the grandest hunter. His legs always been the thickest part of his body. They had abnormal bulk on them from his forepaws to his hindpaws. It was clearly seen his physique dealt more with harsh blows rather than running after mice. Passionblaze lowered his head, a small smirk hiding on his face. “When the final showdown nears, you can’t back out.” He told her teasingly. Yet, his voice was deep, so it sounded dark. Not at all supposed to be evil.
Passionblaze knew for certain that he was far from perfect. The only grand trait about him was how kind he could be. Other than that? Many may not comprehend him or the meaning of his actions. Most times when speaking to him for advice, Passionblaze was vague with his answers (he was not a therapist!). Instead of getting mad at others, he was known for being mad at himself. The one thing he truly took interest in was pain. He loved physical pain when emotional pain tore him apart. When his brother decided to leave the clans, Passionblaze didn’t know what to do without his other half. They were twins. A dark ginger and a light one. Passionblaze knew he lost more than a brother; he lost his confidant, his best friend, his rock. In order to escape from crying or that pang in your heart, Passionblaze nipped himself hard. Clawed at himself until he forgot the pain. Sometimes threw his head against the bark of a tree, hoping it would crack, but his mother had always told him his skull was too thick. Not to mention the fact that Burn was a love them and leave them type of flirt. Passionblaze knew he had nieces and nephews in Windclan, Shadowclan, Riverclan. More in Thunderclan, perhaps even Skyclan. So, each time he fought against another clan, he silently wonder if they were his kin. To put short, physical pain was an outlet to keep himself from the burden of knowing the horrendous crime in life; hurt feelings.
Passionblaze blinked. He almost forgot the company of the she cat next to him. He had missed her first couple of words, and simply nodded like he knew what she was saying. He didn’t feel like arguing. He didn’t feel like being bothered. He flicked his ears. “I’m good.” He quietly responds. Passionblaze didn’t feel comfortable discussing things when it came to emotional stress. He was bound to be adding more pain to his body to keep from crying a river. So, he buried it down, and he smiled. Perhaps, another time. “It’s not worth bringing it up, anyway. It’s just one of those hard times that’ll come to pass, y’know?” Piperwing would understand. Just like him, she held her secrets.
Passionblaze was being a tad unworkable as he refused with force that he wasn’t going to eat the squirrel. He knew he needed his energy, but he was still filled with a desire of revenge, which was not apart of him. He wasn’t vindictive in any way, but knowing they were still fighting...how many of his clan mates was brought to the ground? Any of them dead? Fatally wounded that it would twist their life into a nightmare? “Can I tell you something, Piperwing?” Passionblaze calmly - as calmly as he could - asked her. She had finished talking, and the words had sunk into the ginger tom. After a few moments, he begun to speak. “The difference between you and I is our gender. You are a she cat. You have more sense than I ever will. I know for certain you think I’m crazier than a mouse running towards a cat instead of away from it! You are intelligent...and, maybe, I’m not. But, I am male. We have this mindset to protect what is ours. Territory, family, whatever it may be. We literally fight over a she cat to win her heart. We’re males. We have no sense. But, we want power, greed, the finest things in life. Protecting my clan, my territory, the clan mates that live here, is what I live for. My life is not worth more than Thunderclan. You can always get another deputy.” He lets out a breath, eyeing the squirrel with a hunger of lust evident in his gaze. When he pulled the critter over, he used his claws to sink into the dead prey and watched as its blood formed teardrops at the tips of his claws. “I’m a martyr, you know. I refuse to die unless I’m fighting for the cause.” He smiled, sadly. “I’m not scared of death. Nor am I rushing for it to come my way. I have to admit that Starclan been lenient on me. My life should had been taken plenty times moons ago,” Passionblaze had chuckled darkly at his sick joke. It was the honest truth, as an apprentice, and younger warrior, he threw himself into any type of trouble. From fighting snakes, badgers, foxes, any type of predator in the forest. He provoked them. It was all fun and games. With Burn gone, and this new responsibility, Passionblaze realized that he was utterly stupid for endangering himself and his brother numerous times.
What happened to Rabbitpounce had been tragic. Passionblaze could see her breathing unevenly as she tried to get up to fight. He dreamed of that day where sometimes he saved her, but died in her place. Other times, he dreamed he killed her. It was evident that Onyxwhisper blamed him for the death of her clan mate. Like a gentlemen, Passionblaze accepted that because it was his fault for allowing his patrol to get out of paw. Little did Piperwing know, Passionblaze couldn’t take it off his shoulders. That dying she cat’s expression was cursed in the back of his mind. With his anger dissipated, and a feeling of a remote connection with this sandy feline, Passionblaze used his tail to touch her back before withdrawing it. “If I’m being honest, and I know I might be rude for saying this, but I rather it be her than losing you.” Passionblaze felt no pang of guilt as he uttered the words. He didn’t like the thought of losing a clan mate that was supposed to be in his care. Where he was responsible for her when out on patrol. It wasn’t fair that Rabbitpounce died, but Thunderclan had won that day. That alone should had showed Windclan to not defy them.

[dionysus]

Too long, conserving space XD


During the moment of Piperwing's speechlessness, she noticed Passionblaze look up in surprise. She almost laughed when he turned around to look behind him, as if wondering if something back there had rendered her speechless instead of his compliments. Starclan, this tom is thick! She thought to herself, inwardly laughing at how silly he was being. It was endearing though. Piperwing felt the first pang of an attachment inside of her. Not love or attraction. She simply began to care for this thick-headed, hostile, moping tom. He obviously didn't care for himself, so she decided she would just have to do it for him. From this moment on, they would be friends whether he liked it or not.
Piperwing laughed at Passionblaze's continuation of their joke. "Don't worry, I am. You should start practicing if you want any hope of beating me!" She laughed with a sparkle of amusement in her yellow-green eyes, turning to the side and shifting her shoulders to show off some muscles. Her tail whisked through the air behind her, darting in to brush the top of Passionblaze's head before returning to her. "Oh, I won't. The question is: Will you?" Piperwing teased with a grin, ignoring Passionblaze's dark voice. He didn't scare her in the slightest. Her eyes traveled over his form, noting the muscles and overall stockiness. Passionblaze was clearly built for strength whereas she was clearly built for speed. It made them a perfect match. Piperwing knew she could take him if she struck first, darting in to land a blow to the chest or throat to wind him and get him off balance. It would be hard for him then to focus on where he was throwing his paws and she could dodge them easily, dancing around him to land multiple blows all over him until he fell over. Obviously, battles rarely went as planned, so she'd need a second plan and even a third, but she still believed that she could beat him in battle.
Piperwing didn't know Passionblaze well enough to know all of his faults or virtues, but she knew her own enough not to judge him. She knew that she could be too pushy and annoying and that she never thought before throwing herself into situations. Honestly, at times she wondered why any cat put up with her. That was why she was so taken aback by Passionblaze's compliments. Piperwing had a very low self-esteem, despite her confident facade. No cat knew just how much Piperwing hated being Piperwing; she was too good at hiding how she felt.
Piperwing almost sighed in relief when Passionblaze turned down her offer to talk. She never knew how to handle upset cats. "Yeah," she responded in a thinly-veiled disbelieving voice, "It'll pass."
Piperwing listened as Passionblaze gave his whole gender speech. She didn't agree. Piperwing didn't think everything could be boiled down to gender and she hated when cats reduced everything to the simple fact that some of them were chemically different. Piperwing was right in the middle. She didn't think one gender was better than the other. She hated the very idea of that sexist Shadowclan family, which she'd heard of through stories. She couldn't even imagine living in that clan with them and felt sorry for those who did. Especially Halfgaze, their new deputy. In fact, Piperwing longed to meet her and tell her that she respected her. However, she'd hate the family just as much if it was filled with she-cats who were sexist against males. Piperwing just didn't see the point in alienating oneself from the other gender or acting like one was better. They were all cats, after all. Therefore, she found it hard to keep quiet during his rant and spoke up as soon as he was done, "I do, in fact, think you're intelligent. Way more intelligent then you are acting. I also don't think that this can be chalked up to gender. I don't believe that the male gender as a whole lacks sense and the female gender as a whole has an abundance of it. It's individual. Why do you try to break yourself down to just a tom when you're so much more? You are the one who is brave, not toms as a whole. You are the one who is loyal and protective and a fighter. You are also the one who lacks the sense to leave a fight when you are too injured to win. I would go back in a heartbeat to help fight if I thought it would help Thunderclan but do you think they can spare the cats necessary to peel our dying bodies out of the fray? Going back now would be a dis-service to your clan. And, no. Your life is not more important than all the lives in Thunderclan. Yes, we could find a new deputy. But, what makes you think your life is unimportant? Could you honestly say about your clan that we would be unaffected by your death farther than just choosing a new deputy? That is some cold sentiment." Piperwing's tone wasn't harsh or angry. It was more...disappointed and tired. She knew she couldn't change his mind, but she had to try to make him see reason. Piperwing wasn't finished yet and continued in a calm, slightly desperate voice, "What about the cats who love you? You'd really force them to live without you and then say that it doesn't matter? They could just get a new son or brother or friend." Piperwing realized through this conversation that no matter what she said about him, Passionblaze wasn't the type of cat to care about his own life or his own well-being. Her only hope was to make him care about her. She continued, "I've decided that we are friends now. I am going to care about you now since you don't care about yourself and that means that if you go and get yourself killed, your killing part of me too. Do you want to do that to me?"
After her rant, Piperwing was tired. As they moved on to the subject of Rabbitpounce, she sat back down and looked at her paws. She wasn't hungry anymore and the thought of Rabbitpounce was already making her stomach churn. Whatever Passionblaze said, it was Piperwing's fault, and that was one trauma that they shared. He can blame himself all he wants, but his claws hadn't torn through her flesh and ripped the life from her. Piperwing could still feel the blood oozing between her claws and dripping down her paws. She could feel her claws ripping into the other cat. Passionblaze would never have to live with that. His words caused another pang in her heart. It was meaningful, yet it stung like any wound when she thought about how he would have said that for anyone. He didn't want to lose a clanmate, not her specifically. She wasn't in love with him, but she did like him in a friendly way. Piperwing simply wanted someone to care about her specifically and not just because she was a part of the same clan.

[Mango]

The elderly cat raised their head from a long snooze in the sunlight when suddenly they raised their heads to see a small kit who friendly waved their tail. The elderly Tom looked at he kit studying their face closely, ahh the sweet minkkit. There's somthing wrong with em huh? What though? the Tom smiled briefly and stood padding toward the small kit a warm smile as he aced his tail in response
Minkkit paused not sure what to do around the elder What do I do. I wish I knew what to do... he sat their nodding in acnolagement of the elder. He forced a weak smile trying to fake it that he wasn’t concerned about his hopes of being a mute warrior.

[Brilliance]

During the moment of Piperwing's speechlessness, she noticed Passionblaze look up in surprise. She almost laughed when he turned around to look behind him, as if wondering if something back there had rendered her speechless instead of his compliments. Starclan, this tom is thick! She thought to herself, inwardly laughing at how silly he was being. It was endearing though. Piperwing felt the first pang of an attachment inside of her. Not love or attraction. She simply began to care for this thick-headed, hostile, moping tom. He obviously didn't care for himself, so she decided she would just have to do it for him. From this moment on, they would be friends whether he liked it or not.
Piperwing laughed at Passionblaze's continuation of their joke. "Don't worry, I am. You should start practicing if you want any hope of beating me!" She laughed with a sparkle of amusement in her yellow-green eyes, turning to the side and shifting her shoulders to show off some muscles. Her tail whisked through the air behind her, darting in to brush the top of Passionblaze's head before returning to her. "Oh, I won't. The question is: Will you?" Piperwing teased with a grin, ignoring Passionblaze's dark voice. He didn't scare her in the slightest. Her eyes traveled over his form, noting the muscles and overall stockiness. Passionblaze was clearly built for strength whereas she was clearly built for speed. It made them a perfect match. Piperwing knew she could take him if she struck first, darting in to land a blow to the chest or throat to wind him and get him off balance. It would be hard for him then to focus on where he was throwing his paws and she could dodge them easily, dancing around him to land multiple blows all over him until he fell over. Obviously, battles rarely went as planned, so she'd need a second plan and even a third, but she still believed that she could beat him in battle.
Piperwing didn't know Passionblaze well enough to know all of his faults or virtues, but she knew her own enough not to judge him. She knew that she could be too pushy and annoying and that she never thought before throwing herself into situations. Honestly, at times she wondered why any cat put up with her. That was why she was so taken aback by Passionblaze's compliments. Piperwing had a very low self-esteem, despite her confident facade. No cat knew just how much Piperwing hated being Piperwing; she was too good at hiding how she felt.
Piperwing almost sighed in relief when Passionblaze turned down her offer to talk. She never knew how to handle upset cats. "Yeah," she responded in a thinly-veiled disbelieving voice, "It'll pass."
Piperwing listened as Passionblaze gave his whole gender speech. She didn't agree. Piperwing didn't think everything could be boiled down to gender and she hated when cats reduced everything to the simple fact that some of them were chemically different. Piperwing was right in the middle. She didn't think one gender was better than the other. She hated the very idea of that sexist Shadowclan family, which she'd heard of through stories. She couldn't even imagine living in that clan with them and felt sorry for those who did. Especially Halfgaze, their new deputy. In fact, Piperwing longed to meet her and tell her that she respected her. However, she'd hate the family just as much if it was filled with she-cats who were sexist against males. Piperwing just didn't see the point in alienating oneself from the other gender or acting like one was better. They were all cats, after all. Therefore, she found it hard to keep quiet during his rant and spoke up as soon as he was done, "I do, in fact, think you're intelligent. Way more intelligent then you are acting. I also don't think that this can be chalked up to gender. I don't believe that the male gender as a whole lacks sense and the female gender as a whole has an abundance of it. It's individual. Why do you try to break yourself down to just a tom when you're so much more? You are the one who is brave, not toms as a whole. You are the one who is loyal and protective and a fighter. You are also the one who lacks the sense to leave a fight when you are too injured to win. I would go back in a heartbeat to help fight if I thought it would help Thunderclan but do you think they can spare the cats necessary to peel our dying bodies out of the fray? Going back now would be a dis-service to your clan. And, no. Your life is not more important than all the lives in Thunderclan. Yes, we could find a new deputy. But, what makes you think your life is unimportant? Could you honestly say about your clan that we would be unaffected by your death farther than just choosing a new deputy? That is some cold sentiment." Piperwing's tone wasn't harsh or angry. It was more...disappointed and tired. She knew she couldn't change his mind, but she had to try to make him see reason. Piperwing wasn't finished yet and continued in a calm, slightly desperate voice, "What about the cats who love you? You'd really force them to live without you and then say that it doesn't matter? They could just get a new son or brother or friend." Piperwing realized through this conversation that no matter what she said about him, Passionblaze wasn't the type of cat to care about his own life or his own well-being. Her only hope was to make him care about her. She continued, "I've decided that we are friends now. I am going to care about you now since you don't care about yourself and that means that if you go and get yourself killed, your killing part of me too. Do you want to do that to me?"
After her rant, Piperwing was tired. As they moved on to the subject of Rabbitpounce, she sat back down and looked at her paws. She wasn't hungry anymore and the thought of Rabbitpounce was already making her stomach churn. Whatever Passionblaze said, it was Piperwing's fault, and that was one trauma that they shared. He can blame himself all he wants, but his claws hadn't torn through her flesh and ripped the life from her. Piperwing could still feel the blood oozing between her claws and dripping down her paws. She could feel her claws ripping into the other cat. Passionblaze would never have to live with that. His words caused another pang in her heart. It was meaningful, yet it stung like any wound when she thought about how he would have said that for anyone. He didn't want to lose a clanmate, not her specifically. She wasn't in love with him, but she did like him in a friendly way. Piperwing simply wanted someone to care about her specifically and not just because she was a part of the same clan.


Okay...so it wasn’t anything behind him. Passionblaze had looked from left to right. There was definitely nothing on the side of him. Maybe he had struck a memory that made her quiet down. It was certainly a lot better than a brewing storm coming from the Molly. Passionblaze had relaxed, because before he prepared himself for a hustle of unpleased responses. When none had came, he felt relieved, and a lot more calmer. He had delicately began to groom his leg. His tongue feeling the coarseness of his pelt as he felt his familiar wounds. It was a good thing those wounds didn’t open up. Passionblaze didn’t like the taste of blood. It made him gag.
Laughter in a dim time like this was needed. Certainly, he had been moping, a little attitudinal since the battle took place. A little laughter was needed. It was light and airy. A tad contagious because after a moment, Passionblaze awkwardly let out a short, small laugh himself. “Don’t get too cocky now. I have, what?...probably seven moons of training ahead of you?” He assumed. For the first time, he had puffed out his chest to make it bigger than it already was. “There’s nothing you can throw at me that I can’t - “ Passionblaze didn’t have much time to react when he felt a fluffy tail brush the top of his head. The move did catch him a bit off guard, which disappointed his playful banter over who would win their fight when chances came down to it. “Okay, maybe that caught me off guard, but any other time, I’ll be ready.” His tail had lashed behind him in the grass, whacking the tree. It brought a bit of pain to his tail, but he visibly ignored it, giving all his attention to the sand colored feline. It came to his attention that Piperwing was definitely not a rookie when it came to the battling field. She had visible muscle, not as sticky as him, or any other male. Her figure held a graceful-like, leaned muscle. More perfect for running. An advantage she had over him. Despite this, Passionblaze was egged on even more to want to challenge her. It brought him back to his carefree days when he and his brother rough housed.
The fact that her attitude seemed so positive, save for the gloomy situation. She held confidence in his eyes. He knew nothing of her self-esteem as she spoke to him with a vibe that he adored in mollies. Their confidence, their spark, their talents - this was a tom who wasn’t afraid to show he held a complete admiration to the male’s counterparts. They were like goddesses in his eyes. It was hard not to find a fascination for them. For a moment, Piperwing has reminded Passionblaze of Blizzardhail. He didn’t know Piperwing that well, but her playful attitude and her facade of confidence, that went over his head, made him think of the other white Molly.
If Passionblaze had known she carried such tragic esteem issues, he would had used his last breath just for she could believe every compliment he given her. He would help her like she was helping him. The most sad thing was a she cat who didn’t see that she was beautiful, smart, strong and all the synonyms that followed after it. As far as he knew however, she was confident, and he liked that.
Just like Piperwing, Passionblaze felt himself let out a breath of relief. Though his was more awkward because he didn’t want to spill his heart out to a cat he hardly knew. She didn’t need to know his stress issues, the concerns with his brother, the insecurities with himself, the breakup and involvement with...to say the least, Passionblaze was happy that she didn’t push him to talk about things he wasn’t comfortable with. They say time will heal your heart, but they never mention the scars that are left behind.
As he told her about the difference between she cats and toms, Passionblaze perhaps knew he was being biased. Based on his experience, he witnessed she cats a lot stronger than toms. His own mother was a prime example! Even after losing their father, she displayed a healthy amount of pleasant nobility that no other possessed. When he was finished with his speech, the way Piperwing countered it, he knew she disagreed. Of course, she would. She has a good heart. One thing he did agree on was the fact it was based on individuality and not gender. His head tilted to the side, wrapping his tail around himself as he listened to her. He had no answers to give her to why he did things. Passionblaze was impulsive. He was the type of tom if he seen a badger attacking the clan, he’d jump in to fight it right away without a strategic plan. He was the tom who took action immediately after trouble was brought. He didn’t have an answer to why he done such. It never concerned him to care much about his own life. Nor, that any other would care about it.
He was ready to speak, but she continued on, so he listened to her, blinking his eyes occasionally as her words sunk in.
Passionblaze began to use a claw to aimlessly draw into the dirt. “I can tell you something right now. I’m not intelligent. In fact, I’m very,” He paused for a moment. “Very, stupid.” He snorted, at least to lighten the situation a bit. Possibly he was very intelligent, but considered himself to be modest. Passionblaze couldn’t rack his brain for any other words as she spoke. The questions she asked, they must had been rhetorical. Passionblaze didn’t want to think about it because he knew his mother would be a ghost in the flesh. His niece, who he raised like his own daughter, would never be the same. Countless times he heard; You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep being reckless. During those times, he would laugh. He would wink. Or, respond with; Don’t I know it! To him, he was fighting for his loved ones. Whether he died or not, it didn’t matter to him. It wasn’t that he was purposely trying to endanger himself. His thoughts would hinder themselves whenever trouble brewed, and the only thing that mattered was protecting his clan, his family.
Passionblaze stopped his sloppy artwork that consisted of thin lines of a cat’s claws. The next words that appeared out of Piperwing’s maw caught his attention. “Well, miss feisty! Thank you for putting it so nicely,” he replied with humored sarcasm. He couldn’t disagree with her because it appeared that he didn’t care much about his life. He grew up with the concept of a warrior served their clan. They died for their clan. It was a nice thought knowing he could have another friend. He just didn’t know whether she was being genuine or just pitying him. Passionblaze took what he could get. It was a wonderful feeling of being friends with a lovely Molly. “It’s not like I’m trying purposely to get myself killed,” His fur had bristled out of sheepishness, and he let out another awkward chuckle that ended with him coughing. “W - h -wha - tha -“ Breathe, Passionblaze, breathe. If cats could blush, he would appear much more brighter than his ginger pelt. “I - I - what - wait - huh - how - “ Another pause. He felt out of place with such depressing words that left her maw. His eyes had bulged for a moment, and Passionblaze turned his head to hide it into the thickness of his pelt. When he felt himself breathing regularly, he turned back to his company. “You’re being serious aren’t you?” His ears pinned to his head for a moment. He didn’t mind being friends with her, but the knowledge of the words that followed along made him stiffened up. That wasn’t a normal friend proposal. He felt that it wasn’t her place to care about him in the first place. On the other hand, it was his job and duty to care about her. She was an acquaintance, a clan mate, a member of thunderclan. Now, she claimed them as friends. She would care about him. If he were to get killed, then he would be killing a part of her? The repeating thought ran through his mind like a scurrying squirrel. The sadistic thought that followed along in his mind said; It’s better than killing the all of you.
Do you want to do that to me? Now, Passionblaze felt like a fish out of water. She just had to bring that sentence into play. That sentence alone made many rethink, especially when you cared about the other. It was the secret power to get someone to do anything for you. If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. Passionblaze hated those lines because they made him weak minded. He couldn’t deny such a request. Besides, if she were to care about him, maybe he should return the favor. Obviously, he already did care about her for the acknowledgement that she was his clan mate. “Well - I - uh - um - “ Pause. Deep breath. He felt so awkward and out of place. “I’ll try my best,” he finally managed to mutter, dipping his head once more to Piperwing. “I don’t do things intentionally, you know.” His body was visibly still tended, slowly coming back to a relaxing state. Passionblaze uttered the truth. He didn’t do things intentionally. He just never thought the consequences through.
After playing with his squirrel, watching the blood drip out. He didn’t notice Piperwing stopped eating. The tom sniffed his meal, and nibbled slightly on it. Usually he took ravenous bites, but since he wasn’t as hungry, he reciprocated Piperwing’s actions and pushed the prey away. He tried his best to comfort her because it was obvious that the skirmish that happened before the battle weighed heavily on their mind, but he never had been good at comforting most. “Hey,” he called quietly to the sullen she cat. “Stop thinking about it. It’s in the past now, and thinking about the past can make you a very bitter she cat.” He just wanted to move on from what was done. As stated before, he thanked the stars that they haven’t lost one of their clan mates during that skirmish. He didn’t wish that pain on any clan, but still... “Hakuna Matata,” he said in a much more refreshing tone. Passionblaze didn’t like sadness, crying, or anger. Especially not on a she cat. Oh, definitely not! Their happiness was contagious. Their faces were too pretty for any sulking expression to call it home. “Sadness doesn’t suit you. A smile would be much more prettier.”

[Fuzzy]

Boba Fett (Here's the post.)

The small white bundle called Icekit by her family moved away from her mother's nest. He mother was a molly named Rosefern, she was a beautiful molly and Icekit was glade she was her mother. But sometimes she doubted her mother was telling the truth. Such as when she told her that her father was a tom named Lightningflash. How was Icekit going to believe her father was a ThunderClan warrior who had been there her whole life if she didn't meet him till she was 3 moons old. "But mum wouldn't lie, right?" She mumbled as she sat by the entrance of the nursery her snow white tail rapped over her little paws. She wanted to believe Lightningflash was her father but she needed proof. Even though she had a emerald colored eye like his eyes and snow white fur like him she wanted him to prove he was her father. Yes, this normally quiet molly was stubborn and always wanted proof before believing things. Witch could be a good thing, sometimes. But not at the moment. Quiet know Icekit sat still with her duel colored eyes looking out, watching her Clanmates.

[dionysus]

Okay...so it wasn’t anything behind him. Passionblaze had looked from left to right. There was definitely nothing on the side of him. Maybe he had struck a memory that made her quiet down. It was certainly a lot better than a brewing storm coming from the Molly. Passionblaze had relaxed, because before he prepared himself for a hustle of unpleased responses. When none had came, he felt relieved, and a lot more calmer. He had delicately began to groom his leg. His tongue feeling the coarseness of his pelt as he felt his familiar wounds. It was a good thing those wounds didn’t open up. Passionblaze didn’t like the taste of blood. It made him gag.
Laughter in a dim time like this was needed. Certainly, he had been moping, a little attitudinal since the battle took place. A little laughter was needed. It was light and airy. A tad contagious because after a moment, Passionblaze awkwardly let out a short, small laugh himself. “Don’t get too cocky now. I have, what?...probably seven moons of training ahead of you?” He assumed. For the first time, he had puffed out his chest to make it bigger than it already was. “There’s nothing you can throw at me that I can’t - “ Passionblaze didn’t have much time to react when he felt a fluffy tail brush the top of his head. The move did catch him a bit off guard, which disappointed his playful banter over who would win their fight when chances came down to it. “Okay, maybe that caught me off guard, but any other time, I’ll be ready.” His tail had lashed behind him in the grass, whacking the tree. It brought a bit of pain to his tail, but he visibly ignored it, giving all his attention to the sand colored feline. It came to his attention that Piperwing was definitely not a rookie when it came to the battling field. She had visible muscle, not as sticky as him, or any other male. Her figure held a graceful-like, leaned muscle. More perfect for running. An advantage she had over him. Despite this, Passionblaze was egged on even more to want to challenge her. It brought him back to his carefree days when he and his brother rough housed.
The fact that her attitude seemed so positive, save for the gloomy situation. She held confidence in his eyes. He knew nothing of her self-esteem as she spoke to him with a vibe that he adored in mollies. Their confidence, their spark, their talents - this was a tom who wasn’t afraid to show he held a complete admiration to the male’s counterparts. They were like goddesses in his eyes. It was hard not to find a fascination for them. For a moment, Piperwing has reminded Passionblaze of Blizzardhail. He didn’t know Piperwing that well, but her playful attitude and her facade of confidence, that went over his head, made him think of the other white Molly.
If Passionblaze had known she carried such tragic esteem issues, he would had used his last breath just for she could believe every compliment he given her. He would help her like she was helping him. The most sad thing was a she cat who didn’t see that she was beautiful, smart, strong and all the synonyms that followed after it. As far as he knew however, she was confident, and he liked that.
Just like Piperwing, Passionblaze felt himself let out a breath of relief. Though his was more awkward because he didn’t want to spill his heart out to a cat he hardly knew. She didn’t need to know his stress issues, the concerns with his brother, the insecurities with himself, the breakup and involvement with...to say the least, Passionblaze was happy that she didn’t push him to talk about things he wasn’t comfortable with. They say time will heal your heart, but they never mention the scars that are left behind.
As he told her about the difference between she cats and toms, Passionblaze perhaps knew he was being biased. Based on his experience, he witnessed she cats a lot stronger than toms. His own mother was a prime example! Even after losing their father, she displayed a healthy amount of pleasant nobility that no other possessed. When he was finished with his speech, the way Piperwing countered it, he knew she disagreed. Of course, she would. She has a good heart. One thing he did agree on was the fact it was based on individuality and not gender. His head tilted to the side, wrapping his tail around himself as he listened to her. He had no answers to give her to why he did things. Passionblaze was impulsive. He was the type of tom if he seen a badger attacking the clan, he’d jump in to fight it right away without a strategic plan. He was the tom who took action immediately after trouble was brought. He didn’t have an answer to why he done such. It never concerned him to care much about his own life. Nor, that any other would care about it.
He was ready to speak, but she continued on, so he listened to her, blinking his eyes occasionally as her words sunk in.
Passionblaze began to use a claw to aimlessly draw into the dirt. “I can tell you something right now. I’m not intelligent. In fact, I’m very,” He paused for a moment. “Very, stupid.” He snorted, at least to lighten the situation a bit. Possibly he was very intelligent, but considered himself to be modest. Passionblaze couldn’t rack his brain for any other words as she spoke. The questions she asked, they must had been rhetorical. Passionblaze didn’t want to think about it because he knew his mother would be a ghost in the flesh. His niece, who he raised like his own daughter, would never be the same. Countless times he heard; You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep being reckless. During those times, he would laugh. He would wink. Or, respond with; Don’t I know it! To him, he was fighting for his loved ones. Whether he died or not, it didn’t matter to him. It wasn’t that he was purposely trying to endanger himself. His thoughts would hinder themselves whenever trouble brewed, and the only thing that mattered was protecting his clan, his family.
Passionblaze stopped his sloppy artwork that consisted of thin lines of a cat’s claws. The next words that appeared out of Piperwing’s maw caught his attention. “Well, miss feisty! Thank you for putting it so nicely,” he replied with humored sarcasm. He couldn’t disagree with her because it appeared that he didn’t care much about his life. He grew up with the concept of a warrior served their clan. They died for their clan. It was a nice thought knowing he could have another friend. He just didn’t know whether she was being genuine or just pitying him. Passionblaze took what he could get. It was a wonderful feeling of being friends with a lovely Molly. “It’s not like I’m trying purposely to get myself killed,” His fur had bristled out of sheepishness, and he let out another awkward chuckle that ended with him coughing. “W - h -wha - tha -“ Breathe, Passionblaze, breathe. If cats could blush, he would appear much more brighter than his ginger pelt. “I - I - what - wait - huh - how - “ Another pause. He felt out of place with such depressing words that left her maw. His eyes had bulged for a moment, and Passionblaze turned his head to hide it into the thickness of his pelt. When he felt himself breathing regularly, he turned back to his company. “You’re being serious aren’t you?” His ears pinned to his head for a moment. He didn’t mind being friends with her, but the knowledge of the words that followed along made him stiffened up. That wasn’t a normal friend proposal. He felt that it wasn’t her place to care about him in the first place. On the other hand, it was his job and duty to care about her. She was an acquaintance, a clan mate, a member of thunderclan. Now, she claimed them as friends. She would care about him. If he were to get killed, then he would be killing a part of her? The repeating thought ran through his mind like a scurrying squirrel. The sadistic thought that followed along in his mind said; It’s better than killing the all of you.
Do you want to do that to me? Now, Passionblaze felt like a fish out of water. She just had to bring that sentence into play. That sentence alone made many rethink, especially when you cared about the other. It was the secret power to get someone to do anything for you. If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. Passionblaze hated those lines because they made him weak minded. He couldn’t deny such a request. Besides, if she were to care about him, maybe he should return the favor. Obviously, he already did care about her for the acknowledgement that she was his clan mate. “Well - I - uh - um - “ Pause. Deep breath. He felt so awkward and out of place. “I’ll try my best,” he finally managed to mutter, dipping his head once more to Piperwing. “I don’t do things intentionally, you know.” His body was visibly still tended, slowly coming back to a relaxing state. Passionblaze uttered the truth. He didn’t do things intentionally. He just never thought the consequences through.
After playing with his squirrel, watching the blood drip out. He didn’t notice Piperwing stopped eating. The tom sniffed his meal, and nibbled slightly on it. Usually he took ravenous bites, but since he wasn’t as hungry, he reciprocated Piperwing’s actions and pushed the prey away. He tried his best to comfort her because it was obvious that the skirmish that happened before the battle weighed heavily on their mind, but he never had been good at comforting most. “Hey,” he called quietly to the sullen she cat. “Stop thinking about it. It’s in the past now, and thinking about the past can make you a very bitter she cat.” He just wanted to move on from what was done. As stated before, he thanked the stars that they haven’t lost one of their clan mates during that skirmish. He didn’t wish that pain on any clan, but still... “Hakuna Matata,” he said in a much more refreshing tone. Passionblaze didn’t like sadness, crying, or anger. Especially not on a she cat. Oh, definitely not! Their happiness was contagious. Their faces were too pretty for any sulking expression to call it home. “Sadness doesn’t suit you. A smile would be much more prettier.”

Piperwing noticed that Passionblaze had returned to grooming. Looking at her own bloody pelt, Piper figured she should set about cleaning it up too. Thus, in between rants, she ran her tongue through the tangled crimson fur, scrunching up her nose at the foul taste of the blood and dirt that mingled in her chest fur. She had a lot of bloody fur to get through and it would take longer if she kept wincing every few moments, so Piperwing used every last ounce of discipline she had not to pause between strokes. At this point, rant breaks were welcome!
Piperwing let out a warm laugh at Passionblaze's lighthearted retort, crowing, "You may have the experience, but I have youth and energy on my side, Oldtimer!" An expectant grin formed on her face as she awaited Passionblaze's response to being called old. He was in no way an elderly cat, though he was seven moons her senior. In reality, he had the upper paw in a fight between them due to his experience but Piperwing wasn't about to tell him that. Teasing banter was one of Piperwing's great loves. Nothing could get her more energetic and happy than witty banter with someone close to her. Not that there were many left. Piperwing realized that she didn't actually have any friends. She'd spent all her time with her mother, whom she was very close to, even during training. When both her mother and father had passed in the Gathering battle, it had left her with nothing. No siblings; she was an only kit. No friends; the only cat she'd ever grown close to disappeared before they became warriors. Piperwing literally had no one. That thought ripped through her heart so suddenly she almost gasped. But, as always, she shook it off and forced a bright smile back onto her face. She realized that she'd been zoning out and quickly purred, "I think we both know that I can catch you off guard!" Her tail had surprised him, leaving her with a satisfied grin.
Piperwing had plenty of practice in pretending she was fine, so the sandy feline wasn't worried that Passionblaze would see her sadness.

Piperwing listened carefully to Passionblaze's speech and appreciated it when he listened to hers without interrupting. She didn't actually think he was in that much disagreement with her. He seemed like a good cat. Good enough for her to want to be his friend. She didn't know him well, but a few of his qualities were already clear. Impulsivity, bravery, selflessness (too much selflessness), and the tendency to take out anger on those around him. She didn't mind though, every cat had faults.

She laughed at his response and shrugged, "I'll believe it." She gave him a little wink to continue the playfulness of her response. Thankfully, though, he seemed to be taking her words seriously and thinking about them. Piperwing returned to her grooming as he did so, cleaning her chest fur to the point where it was just tinged pink before he responded. When he finally did, it was a lighthearted remark that made Piperwing laugh and nod, "If I've been described as one thing, it's feisty." She truly was full of personality.
When he told her he wasn't doing it on purpose, Piperwing let out a questioning noise and responded, "Doesn't seem that way..." before adding, "I know, I'm kidding." The sad colored warrior almost laughed as she watched him stutter at her words. Not many cats would forcefully tell someone that they were friends now. Just another trait unique to Piperwing. "As greencough." She replied to his 'you're serious' remark. Piperwing may have been coming on a bit strong, as she was prone to do, but it seemed to be getting through to him as he thought about her serious words. Finally, he said he would do his best and Piperwing gave a satisfied nod. She added softly, "I know."

Next, they moved on to the topic of Rabbitpounce, making Piperwing lose her appetite. It was nice, however, when Passionblaze tried to comfort her. Almost as if they were really friends. Which she supposed they were, even if it was new. She laughed at his smile remark and shook herself, saying emphatically, "Alright, we're both too mopey for my taste! Let's eat. And don't give me any more trouble on eating that squirrel or I'll rip your tail off and force you to eat that instead!" She made her teasing threat with narrowed eyes, a testament to the seriousness of her threat. As if she really planned on removing his tail and force-feeding it to him. Piperwing herself scooted closer to her half eaten squirrel and started the process of finishing it.

[Empress Of Evil]

Snowstar's ears twitched faintly. The purr didn't stop, but it did lower a little, less loud, at Stormstrike's words. The smile wavered but it didn't disappear, and her ice blue eyes continued to shine, filling with pride but also a small sadness. "I know," She murmured, turning her head toward the clearing for a moment. "Time passes so fast, doesn't it?" She wished she'd had more time to spend with her kits while they were kits. And for them to be born into this.... It wasn't what Snowstar had wanted. She planned to keep them out of the battle if she could - She didn't want them getting hurt, or worse.... Snowstar shuddered at the thought, her ears folding back slightly. They'll be okay. They won't fight. I won't lose them. She told herself, taking a deep breath. Not the time for pessimism - It's never the time for pessimism. Lighten up, Snowy.

The Siamese cleared her throat and finally whisked her gaze away from the clearing, turning back to her mate, the smile returning. "So how have you been?" She asked, shifting on her paws to lean slightly against him. He's kind of warm... She couldn't help but think. Snowstar had short fur so the Leaf-Bares were always a little harder on her. But it meant Green-Leaf was easier for her, so that was a plus? Snowstar didn't mind snow or the cold weather or anything like that, but sometimes it just got a little too cold.


The warrior knew that he would miss seeing their kits bouncing around in the nursery and getting under everyone's paws, but it was probably better for everyone. Snowstar could fully concentrate on her duties and their kits would finally be doing something exciting that wasn’t playing mossball. And of course, the apprentices would have more cats to help them out with chores such as cleaning out bedding and the clan would have more cats training to become fine warriors. “It does,” he purred, nodding his head in agreement. Stormstrike had spent as many days as possible visiting the nursery whenever he could, but now it looked like his trips to the nursery would be a lot less frequent. He had no particular need to go into the nursery. Only if there was something that he needed to do in there, like reinforcing the walls. Reinforcing the nursery walls was one of the most common reasons as to why the warrior would enter the den. Nothing was more important than keepings the kits and queens safe. They were the future of the clan.

“I’ve been okay,” he responded. “Or at least as okay as I can be in such dark times,” he continued, letting a shudder ripple through his body. The tensions were higher than ever between ThunderClan and WindClan. To be completely honest, Stormstrike hadn’t even thought that it was possible for things to get this rough between two clans. At least, he was surprised to see how tense with two capable and sane leaders. The Russian Blue didn’t blame Snowstar nor Blazingstar for this mess -- okay, maybe he blamed Blazingstar a little. Something bad had happened and they were both just doing what they thought was right. This had been going on for so long that he was starting to struggle to remember how this had happened in the first place. All he knew was that this was all about revenge.

“I hope you’re not stressing yourself out,” he murmured, lightly pressing his nose to her ear. He and his clanmates were all stressed out over this drama, but he couldn’t possibly imagine what his mate was going through. He just hoped that she was doing okay. “If you need any help, just let me know,” he said affectionately. Stormstrike was no leader, and he wasn’t that great with making decisions, but he needed to let his best friend know that he was there for her.

[Brilliance]

Piperwing noticed that Passionblaze had returned to grooming. Looking at her own bloody pelt, Piper figured she should set about cleaning it up too. Thus, in between rants, she ran her tongue through the tangled crimson fur, scrunching up her nose at the foul taste of the blood and dirt that mingled in her chest fur. She had a lot of bloody fur to get through and it would take longer if she kept wincing every few moments, so Piperwing used every last ounce of discipline she had not to pause between strokes. At this point, rant breaks were welcome!
Piperwing let out a warm laugh at Passionblaze's lighthearted retort, crowing, "You may have the experience, but I have youth and energy on my side, Oldtimer!" An expectant grin formed on her face as she awaited Passionblaze's response to being called old. He was in no way an elderly cat, though he was seven moons her senior. In reality, he had the upper paw in a fight between them due to his experience but Piperwing wasn't about to tell him that. Teasing banter was one of Piperwing's great loves. Nothing could get her more energetic and happy than witty banter with someone close to her. Not that there were many left. Piperwing realized that she didn't actually have any friends. She'd spent all her time with her mother, whom she was very close to, even during training. When both her mother and father had passed in the Gathering battle, it had left her with nothing. No siblings; she was an only kit. No friends; the only cat she'd ever grown close to disappeared before they became warriors. Piperwing literally had no one. That thought ripped through her heart so suddenly she almost gasped. But, as always, she shook it off and forced a bright smile back onto her face. She realized that she'd been zoning out and quickly purred, "I think we both know that I can catch you off guard!" Her tail had surprised him, leaving her with a satisfied grin.
Piperwing had plenty of practice in pretending she was fine, so the sandy feline wasn't worried that Passionblaze would see her sadness.

Piperwing listened carefully to Passionblaze's speech and appreciated it when he listened to hers without interrupting. She didn't actually think he was in that much disagreement with her. He seemed like a good cat. Good enough for her to want to be his friend. She didn't know him well, but a few of his qualities were already clear. Impulsivity, bravery, selflessness (too much selflessness), and the tendency to take out anger on those around him. She didn't mind though, every cat had faults.

She laughed at his response and shrugged, "I'll believe it." She gave him a little wink to continue the playfulness of her response. Thankfully, though, he seemed to be taking her words seriously and thinking about them. Piperwing returned to her grooming as he did so, cleaning her chest fur to the point where it was just tinged pink before he responded. When he finally did, it was a lighthearted remark that made Piperwing laugh and nod, "If I've been described as one thing, it's feisty." She truly was full of personality.
When he told her he wasn't doing it on purpose, Piperwing let out a questioning noise and responded, "Doesn't seem that way..." before adding, "I know, I'm kidding." The sad colored warrior almost laughed as she watched him stutter at her words. Not many cats would forcefully tell someone that they were friends now. Just another trait unique to Piperwing. "As greencough." She replied to his 'you're serious' remark. Piperwing may have been coming on a bit strong, as she was prone to do, but it seemed to be getting through to him as he thought about her serious words. Finally, he said he would do his best and Piperwing gave a satisfied nod. She added softly, "I know."

Next, they moved on to the topic of Rabbitpounce, making Piperwing lose her appetite. It was nice, however, when Passionblaze tried to comfort her. Almost as if they were really friends. Which she supposed they were, even if it was new. She laughed at his smile remark and shook herself, saying emphatically, "Alright, we're both too mopey for my taste! Let's eat. And don't give me any more trouble on eating that squirrel or I'll rip your tail off and force you to eat that instead!" She made her teasing threat with narrowed eyes, a testament to the seriousness of her threat. As if she really planned on removing his tail and force-feeding it to him. Piperwing herself scooted closer to her half eaten squirrel and started the process of finishing it.


Passionblaze gave up trying to groom his pelt. The dried blood was mostly gone, but Passionblaze couldn’t reach every spot of his body. All around he still ached, so he allowed the couple hairs to stay sticking in every which direction. He didn’t mind much of an unkempt pelt. He never truly had much time to groom himself unless he was sharing tongues with another or he was getting ready for sleep. He stole glances at Piperwing, who was copying his moves, grooming her own pelt. Passionblaze was ready to relax when all of a sudden, Piperwing looked up at him and made him gasp.
Him? An oldtimer? Well! Passionblaze had that known expression when one felt offended. It was like she clawed his heart and twisted it around until snatching it out his body. “The offense! Ooh, I can take you on right now.” He replied, stiffly getting to his paws as his body screamed at him to relax. He still had a little bit of energy soaring through him, and he didn’t mind becoming fatigue after this play fight with Piperwing. Passionblaze knew she was joking though. He certainly didn’t look like an ‘oldtimer’. His pelt wasn’t greying, and his features were far from wrinkled. Actually, he was in his time of prime. The best age to be!...and to get his life sorted out, which he was far from understanding what he wanted in life. “And, just to have you know, elders are wise, so they know everything.” He gave a triumphant humphed like he said the most winning thing in the world. “That just means you need to respect us,” the deputy had winked, playing along with her. If he were to be an elder, he might as well play the part.
Since Passionblaze didn’t know much about Piperwing, he would had never guessed she was alone in the clan. He didn’t know she lost her parents, or that she didn’t have any siblings, and she lost the one cat who meant a lot to her. He would assume everyone was her friend! Her attitude was so easy to vibe it! He felt a connection with her that said this one is gonna he your friend. He would had never known that he was her only friend. To say she was a grand pretender, a wonderful actress, was put well. Passionblaze was reeled in, eating it up. It wasn’t that she was lying or anything to him. She was just being herself, and Passionblaze found himself assuming a lot of exaggerated things about her.
On the other hand, Passionblaze had some distant and close friends. His best friend was Cherrybubble, a black and white Molly that Passionblaze loves to hang around. His mother was in love with her. She tried to play “matchmaker” with them, but Passionblaze could never see that happening. She was like the sister he never had. Additionally, she was far more into mollies than toms. His other best friend had been around throughout his apprenticehood. Erminewhisper was always a sweet, tender Molly but he haven’t seen much of her after becoming deputy. He tried hanging out with her, but she would come up with excuses to get away from him. So, Passionblaze waited on her to make the next move because he was always making the first move. There were many cats Passionblaze was close to, yet distant with. He had plenty of associates, as talking to his clan mates was a daily routine. More than it had been when he was a warrior.
Passionblaze was not paying much attention when Piperwing brushed her tail above his head. It was a friendly gesture, but he took it more in the form, she was starting their battle a little too early. “You can always catch me off guard, huh?” Passionblaze repeated her words, his voice a low whisper, and only loud enough for her to hear. “We’ll see about that. You don’t know what the Passion is all about!” He purred. His voice a little smug, causing it to seem that he was full of himself. “Because I can catch you off guard anytime. You never know where I might be. I’m like a phantom.” He smiled, purring. “You never know when I might end up striking.” He warned, humorously. It silently gave the tom the funny thought that whenever he ran into the she cat, it would be an ‘off guard’ type of moment. Almost like a little inside game the two would know about. Possibly, that would be a little childish on the deputy’s part. His image mattered nowadays, but he was still like a kit at heart that wanted to play all day. He never seem to have that chance nowadays.
Passionblaze was a pretty opened cat. He valued the opinions of many, and never chastised their thinking. Sometimes, opinions turned into a debate that Passionblaze found himself apart of. Yet, he knew they all were cats, imperfect. As Piperwing put it; individuals, allowing themselves to think based on how they were raised and what they had experienced. So, he did listen to Piperwing’s side of her opinion. Whereas, Passionblaze still thought of his own gender as the kind who were territorial than their female counterparts. As an individual, Passionblaze was protective. After Burn left, leaving him the responsibility of caring for Foxpaw - Foxkit at the time and her mother Mapleheart. At first sight, Passionblaze fell head over paws for Foxkit. She was absolutely perfect. Burn was missing out on this gorgeous creation. So, Passion became very protective over her, his mother, and Mapleheart. Those three she cats were who he wanted to keep safe and out of harm’s way. He had failed Mapleheart...she had died, and it still beats him up when he remember the life that left her pretty orbs.
Passionblaze appeared out of context for a moment as he blinked his eyes, shifting a cloudless face and morphing it into the she cat he was talking to. Passionblaze had rapidly blinked until he saw Piperwing with a visual clarity. Then, he smiled. She had proclaimed them as friends, locking Passionblaze in a relationship that he couldn’t get out of. Maybe she had been fibbing with him, but the looked Piperwing casted on him left a scorching mark on his heart, believe it or not. So, she actually wanted to care about him. Not as a clan mate, but as someone specifically. “I’m a bit of a pawful.” Passionblaze replied, coolly lifting a paw to give it a lick with his eyes closed; another smug look. When he opened his eyes, he stared at her challengingly. “But if you insist on forcing me to be your friend, then you can’t back out now. It seems like you're stuck with me.” His set his paw down, purposely stomping it to relax some ache it still held. “That’s the only thing you’ve been described as? I find that hard to believe.” The tom commented. Yes, she was feisty. That’s something he caught onto the first time she approached him. “You must also be...hm, something fierce? For all I know, you’re probably insane!” He joked lighthearted. Anyone can do a first impression, but he didn’t know all of Piperwing. Given time, he would.
Nonetheless, the tom assured her that he would try his best to not get himself killed. It was an empty promise as he continually had the fault of leaping into danger before anyone else. It was bound to get him killed one day. But, not today. Or, tomorrow. Or, the day after.
Passionblaze was glad to finally see her smile, her thoughts rid of Rabbitpounce. He had returned a smaller small on his own features. He plopped down on the ground, the nibbled squirrel in front of him. His whiskers had twitched, and he turned his head at Piperwing’s ‘threat’. “Oh, really?” He wiggles his nose, bringing the tip of his tail in front of him. “Enlighten me. I think my tail might taste wonderful.” He purred, letting out a thunderous laugh. When he moved his tail to wave in the she cat’s face, he winked. “But, since I’m a gentlemen; how about you have the first bite?” He mused, his eyes glittering with mischief. He teasingly continued to flick his tail until he pulled it away and tucked it behind him. “Or, we can stick to the squirrel. As the lady preferred in the first place.” Passionblaze laid down on all four paws, keeping his hind legs outstretched. He shot Piperwing a sheepish smile before burying his muzzle into the cold dead prey.

[dionysus]

Passionblaze gave up trying to groom his pelt. The dried blood was mostly gone, but Passionblaze couldn’t reach every spot of his body. All around he still ached, so he allowed the couple hairs to stay sticking in every which direction. He didn’t mind much of an unkempt pelt. He never truly had much time to groom himself unless he was sharing tongues with another or he was getting ready for sleep. He stole glances at Piperwing, who was copying his moves, grooming her own pelt. Passionblaze was ready to relax when all of a sudden, Piperwing looked up at him and made him gasp.
Him? An oldtimer? Well! Passionblaze had that known expression when one felt offended. It was like she clawed his heart and twisted it around until snatching it out his body. “The offense! Ooh, I can take you on right now.” He replied, stiffly getting to his paws as his body screamed at him to relax. He still had a little bit of energy soaring through him, and he didn’t mind becoming fatigue after this play fight with Piperwing. Passionblaze knew she was joking though. He certainly didn’t look like an ‘oldtimer’. His pelt wasn’t greying, and his features were far from wrinkled. Actually, he was in his time of prime. The best age to be!...and to get his life sorted out, which he was far from understanding what he wanted in life. “And, just to have you know, elders are wise, so they know everything.” He gave a triumphant humphed like he said the most winning thing in the world. “That just means you need to respect us,” the deputy had winked, playing along with her. If he were to be an elder, he might as well play the part.
Since Passionblaze didn’t know much about Piperwing, he would had never guessed she was alone in the clan. He didn’t know she lost her parents, or that she didn’t have any siblings, and she lost the one cat who meant a lot to her. He would assume everyone was her friend! Her attitude was so easy to vibe it! He felt a connection with her that said this one is gonna he your friend. He would had never known that he was her only friend. To say she was a grand pretender, a wonderful actress, was put well. Passionblaze was reeled in, eating it up. It wasn’t that she was lying or anything to him. She was just being herself, and Passionblaze found himself assuming a lot of exaggerated things about her.
On the other hand, Passionblaze had some distant and close friends. His best friend was Cherrybubble, a black and white Molly that Passionblaze loves to hang around. His mother was in love with her. She tried to play “matchmaker” with them, but Passionblaze could never see that happening. She was like the sister he never had. Additionally, she was far more into mollies than toms. His other best friend had been around throughout his apprenticehood. Erminewhisper was always a sweet, tender Molly but he haven’t seen much of her after becoming deputy. He tried hanging out with her, but she would come up with excuses to get away from him. So, Passionblaze waited on her to make the next move because he was always making the first move. There were many cats Passionblaze was close to, yet distant with. He had plenty of associates, as talking to his clan mates was a daily routine. More than it had been when he was a warrior.
Passionblaze was not paying much attention when Piperwing brushed her tail above his head. It was a friendly gesture, but he took it more in the form, she was starting their battle a little too early. “You can always catch me off guard, huh?” Passionblaze repeated her words, his voice a low whisper, and only loud enough for her to hear. “We’ll see about that. You don’t know what the Passion is all about!” He purred. His voice a little smug, causing it to seem that he was full of himself. “Because I can catch you off guard anytime. You never know where I might be. I’m like a phantom.” He smiled, purring. “You never know when I might end up striking.” He warned, humorously. It silently gave the tom the funny thought that whenever he ran into the she cat, it would be an ‘off guard’ type of moment. Almost like a little inside game the two would know about. Possibly, that would be a little childish on the deputy’s part. His image mattered nowadays, but he was still like a kit at heart that wanted to play all day. He never seem to have that chance nowadays.
Passionblaze was a pretty opened cat. He valued the opinions of many, and never chastised their thinking. Sometimes, opinions turned into a debate that Passionblaze found himself apart of. Yet, he knew they all were cats, imperfect. As Piperwing put it; individuals, allowing themselves to think based on how they were raised and what they had experienced. So, he did listen to Piperwing’s side of her opinion. Whereas, Passionblaze still thought of his own gender as the kind who were territorial than their female counterparts. As an individual, Passionblaze was protective. After Burn left, leaving him the responsibility of caring for Foxpaw - Foxkit at the time and her mother Mapleheart. At first sight, Passionblaze fell head over paws for Foxkit. She was absolutely perfect. Burn was missing out on this gorgeous creation. So, Passion became very protective over her, his mother, and Mapleheart. Those three she cats were who he wanted to keep safe and out of harm’s way. He had failed Mapleheart...she had died, and it still beats him up when he remember the life that left her pretty orbs.
Passionblaze appeared out of context for a moment as he blinked his eyes, shifting a cloudless face and morphing it into the she cat he was talking to. Passionblaze had rapidly blinked until he saw Piperwing with a visual clarity. Then, he smiled. She had proclaimed them as friends, locking Passionblaze in a relationship that he couldn’t get out of. Maybe she had been fibbing with him, but the looked Piperwing casted on him left a scorching mark on his heart, believe it or not. So, she actually wanted to care about him. Not as a clan mate, but as someone specifically. “I’m a bit of a pawful.” Passionblaze replied, coolly lifting a paw to give it a lick with his eyes closed; another smug look. When he opened his eyes, he stared at her challengingly. “But if you insist on forcing me to be your friend, then you can’t back out now. It seems like you're stuck with me.” His set his paw down, purposely stomping it to relax some ache it still held. “That’s the only thing you’ve been described as? I find that hard to believe.” The tom commented. Yes, she was feisty. That’s something he caught onto the first time she approached him. “You must also be...hm, something fierce? For all I know, you’re probably insane!” He joked lighthearted. Anyone can do a first impression, but he didn’t know all of Piperwing. Given time, he would.
Nonetheless, the tom assured her that he would try his best to not get himself killed. It was an empty promise as he continually had the fault of leaping into danger before anyone else. It was bound to get him killed one day. But, not today. Or, tomorrow. Or, the day after.
Passionblaze was glad to finally see her smile, her thoughts rid of Rabbitpounce. He had returned a smaller small on his own features. He plopped down on the ground, the nibbled squirrel in front of him. His whiskers had twitched, and he turned his head at Piperwing’s ‘threat’. “Oh, really?” He wiggles his nose, bringing the tip of his tail in front of him. “Enlighten me. I think my tail might taste wonderful.” He purred, letting out a thunderous laugh. When he moved his tail to wave in the she cat’s face, he winked. “But, since I’m a gentlemen; how about you have the first bite?” He mused, his eyes glittering with mischief. He teasingly continued to flick his tail until he pulled it away and tucked it behind him. “Or, we can stick to the squirrel. As the lady preferred in the first place.” Passionblaze laid down on all four paws, keeping his hind legs outstretched. He shot Piperwing a sheepish smile before burying his muzzle into the cold dead prey.

Piperwing had finished grooming her chest fur by the time Passionblaze gave up. Her fur was once again light as sand and bright as snow in the sun. However, the rest of her body was still covered in dusty, messy fur. Her fur was a darker brown color due to the debris that had gotten lodged in it, and it stood out in odd directions. There was still a lot of blood, though her back and sides had less blood per area than her chest. Most of the crimson liquid was tried to her back and the tops of her flanks. Piperwing shrugged painfully and decided to leave that grooming for another time. She’d have to finish before getting into her nest, but it could wait until after her conversation with Passionblaze. The only problem was that he must have decided the same thing since his fur was still clumped in places. It didn’t bother her on herself, because she couldn’t see it, but a little tuft of was standing straight up between his ears and it was all she could focus on. It was hard not to laugh. Then came the playful banter. She relished the look on Passionblaze’s face when she called him old and she actually laughed aloud when he got to his paws and suggested a battle right at that moment. Piperwing too stood and got into her best copy of the easiest battle stance, her shoulders prohibiting her from doing even that correctly. “You sure you wanna fight me in that shape? She questioned teasingly, as if she wasn’t just as injured, “Fighting an old cat is one thing, but an injured old cat? I don’t know if I could bring myself to do it!” Eagerly, she awaited Passionblaze’s counter and laughed warmly when it came. Triumph and amusement sparkled in her eyes as he referred to himself as an elder who deserved respect. His little wink had an odd affect on her. Piperwing had always loved winks, they were so amusing and cute. The best way to make her smile other than bantering, was to give a flirtatious wink. Thus, her smile widened and she shook her head as if she thought him cheesy when in reality she found it adorable. Piperwing would have been glad to know that Passionblaze didn’t suspect her misery. No one really knew about it because Piperwing was a stellar actress. She had the whole clan thinking she was the same happy-go-lucky fireball as ever. She missed that version of herself and could only hope the genuine thing would return eventually. She was, however, interested in Passionblaze’s life. She figured he must have tons of friends due to being deputy and suddenly worried that he thought she was only being nice to him because of his rank. Piperwing truthfully couldn’t care less about his power. She simply liked him as a cat. As they got back into their battle banter, Piperwing snorted in a rather unladylike way when she heard Passionblaze describe himself as ‘the passion’ and a ‘phantom.’ Flicking her tail back and forth, Piperwing responded cheekily, “Oh, I think I can guess what the Passion is about. She repeated the word phantom in a teasingly questioning manner and boasted, Well I’m like a cheetah. You never see me coming until my jaws are around you throat!” Piperwing pretended to lunge forward to see if he would flinch. Piperwing planned from that moment on to sneak up on Passionblaze every time she saw him as a joke. It felt good to have an inside joke again. To be close enough to someone to have an inside joke with them. Piperwing noticed that Passionblaze was zoning out a bit and shook her head exasperstedly. She kept talking and he eventually returned to paying attention. Piper proclaimed them friends and Passionblaze went along with it, making Piperwing nod in approval. “I think I can handle it.” She answered his warning wryly. When he told her she was stuck with him, Piperwing sarcastically meowed, ”Oh no, whatever shall I do? It means your stuck with me too, hon, so don’t get too cocky.” Piperwing laughed and answered, “You’re right on all accounts, but I meant that fiesty is the big one.” Piperwing winked, agreeing that she was fierce and insane too. Piperwing knew that it was in Passionblaze's nature to be reckless, just as it was in hers, but she also knew that he needed someone to change that for. She would just have to be that someone. Piperwing laughed as Passionblaze responded to her ‘threat’ and waggled his tail in front of her nose. Mischief gleaned in her bright greenish eyes and she thrust out a paw to try to smack his tail as he pulled it away. “Squirrel sounds good to me!” She purred, settling down beside Passionblaze and taking large, unflattering bites of the squirrel.

[Brilliance]

Piperwing had finished grooming her chest fur by the time Passionblaze gave up. Her fur was once again light as sand and bright as snow in the sun. However, the rest of her body was still covered in dusty, messy fur. Her fur was a darker brown color due to the debris that had gotten lodged in it, and it stood out in odd directions. There was still a lot of blood, though her back and sides had less blood per area than her chest. Most of the crimson liquid was tried to her back and the tops of her flanks. Piperwing shrugged painfully and decided to leave that grooming for another time. She’d have to finish before getting into her nest, but it could wait until after her conversation with Passionblaze. The only problem was that he must have decided the same thing since his fur was still clumped in places. It didn’t bother her on herself, because she couldn’t see it, but a little tuft of was standing straight up between his ears and it was all she could focus on. It was hard not to laugh. Then came the playful banter. She relished the look on Passionblaze’s face when she called him old and she actually laughed aloud when he got to his paws and suggested a battle right at that moment. Piperwing too stood and got into her best copy of the easiest battle stance, her shoulders prohibiting her from doing even that correctly. “You sure you wanna fight me in that shape? She questioned teasingly, as if she wasn’t just as injured, “Fighting an old cat is one thing, but an injured old cat? I don’t know if I could bring myself to do it!” Eagerly, she awaited Passionblaze’s counter and laughed warmly when it came. Triumph and amusement sparkled in her eyes as he referred to himself as an elder who deserved respect. His little wink had an odd affect on her. Piperwing had always loved winks, they were so amusing and cute. The best way to make her smile other than bantering, was to give a flirtatious wink. Thus, her smile widened and she shook her head as if she thought him cheesy when in reality she found it adorable. Piperwing would have been glad to know that Passionblaze didn’t suspect her misery. No one really knew about it because Piperwing was a stellar actress. She had the whole clan thinking she was the same happy-go-lucky fireball as ever. She missed that version of herself and could only hope the genuine thing would return eventually. She was, however, interested in Passionblaze’s life. She figured he must have tons of friends due to being deputy and suddenly worried that he thought she was only being nice to him because of his rank. Piperwing truthfully couldn’t care less about his power. She simply liked him as a cat. As they got back into their battle banter, Piperwing snorted in a rather unladylike way when she heard Passionblaze describe himself as ‘the passion’ and a ‘phantom.’ Flicking her tail back and forth, Piperwing responded cheekily, “Oh, I think I can guess what the Passion is about. She repeated the word phantom in a teasingly questioning manner and boasted, Well I’m like a cheetah. You never see me coming until my jaws are around you throat!” Piperwing pretended to lunge forward to see if he would flinch. Piperwing planned from that moment on to sneak up on Passionblaze every time she saw him as a joke. It felt good to have an inside joke again. To be close enough to someone to have an inside joke with them. Piperwing noticed that Passionblaze was zoning out a bit and shook her head exasperstedly. She kept talking and he eventually returned to paying attention. Piper proclaimed them friends and Passionblaze went along with it, making Piperwing nod in approval. “I think I can handle it.” She answered his warning wryly. When he told her she was stuck with him, Piperwing sarcastically meowed, ”Oh no, whatever shall I do? It means your stuck with me too, hon, so don’t get too cocky.” Piperwing laughed and answered, “You’re right on all accounts, but I meant that fiesty is the big one.” Piperwing winked, agreeing that she was fierce and insane too. Piperwing knew that it was in Passionblaze's nature to be reckless, just as it was in hers, but she also knew that he needed someone to change that for. She would just have to be that someone. Piperwing laughed as Passionblaze responded to her ‘threat’ and waggled his tail in front of her nose. Mischief gleaned in her bright greenish eyes and she thrust out a paw to try to smack his tail as he pulled it away. “Squirrel sounds good to me!” She purred, settling down beside Passionblaze and taking large, unflattering bites of the squirrel.

Not many would know it, but Passionblaze hated grooming sessions. As a kit, he purposely hid from Springingsky to avoid her tongue on his pelt to look presentable. During his apprentice ceremony, he allowed himself to sit still for his mother to make his pelt glossy. Even for his warrior ceremony. Usually his pelt was a glossy dark red, the hue of a ripe strawberry. Right now, he didn’t care much about how his pelt was presented. It dirty, clumped, and sticking up at different angles. That was fine. Passionblaze never really cared much about how other parties saw him. So, while he gave up grooming himself, he looked over to Piperwing. She had finished grooming her own pelt, and Passionblaze had sat there for a moment, admiring her diligence when she managed to get more work done than him. It almost appeared like she never went into battle. Passionblaze was probably admiring her a little too much because when she looked up to gaze at him, the tom tensed. She gave him a look like she was going to laugh at him; stifling in a giggle. Passionblaze knew he must had looked like a complete mess, so he quickly shook his pelt. That should had straightened something out (it did not).
“I’ll take my chance,” Passionblaze’s tongue rolled out his mouth, wetting his jobs. “Just be ready for you to lose.” She was already in a playful crouch. Passionblaze was gonna copy, but he was still a little hurt, so his crouch was askewed, a little lazy, and more so to make himself comfortable. When she commented that he was old and injured Passionblaze gave her a look of disbelief. “Well, you just wait until this old and injured cat is ready to serve his clan once more. Somebody must be asking to have more duties to tend to than the normal warrior.” He teased. No one likes to work all the time, except for Passionblaze. Passionblaze liked to work. He had less time to lounge around because he was a busy bee roaming around and making sure everyone was okay, and that Thunderclan was pleased. He didn’t know if Piperwing valued working more than relaxing, but perhaps she loved relaxing around. “And, I’ll make sure you have a lot of chores from Dawn to Moon high,” he drew out a purr. Passionblaze could imagine giving Piperwing a lot of unnecessary chores because she dared to defy him. It was all out of good fun, however and it was better than sulking around and thinking the worse about the battle. Passionblaze just enjoyed a little action in his life, and being stationary wasn’t his ideal. When he gave her a little wink, Passionblaze never saw the gesture of it being flirtatious. Most she cats might as well think he was flirty since he had no problem in showing his fascination to them. In reality, Passionblaze didn’t know how to flirt. He wasn’t the more chill flirt like Burn was. Passionblaze’s voice was too deep to be mesmerizing in his opinion. Besides that, Passionblaze was too sincere with his compliments. Since he never truly had a crush before, why would it matter? One thing Passionblaze was obsessed about was love. It was such a fragile, beautiful thing. One of the most passionate sides to him...that Burn ruined by clawing the hearts of the beautiful sirens in the clans. Passionblaze honestly felt that if he and Burn were in the same clan, side by side, interested in the same Molly, no doubt would she choose Burn because Burn easily snaked his heart into the beauty, Whereas Passionblaze was more flustered and awkward when trying to impress her. Even though Passionblaze had plenty of molly friends, it never crossed his mind to pursue any of them. He didn’t mind Piperwing’s company. Whether deputy or not, he was a pretty approachable cat and a fun one to get to know if they stuck around. So, judging how easily Piperwing and he clicked, he figured she wouldn’t be going anywhere soon. He didn’t know the fact that she lacked friends, so his friendship and company would had been appreciated by her.
Passionblaze straightened his posture, tilting his head, and giving the she cat a lopsided grin, snickering at her snort. He told her about The Passion. His fierce side that he believed himself to be a beast when he was able to knock others off guard. “No one,” he says. “And, I mean, no one, can predict the Passion.” He states with mock haughtiness. He flashed a comical expression when Piperwing dubbed herself with the spirit of a cheetah. Passionblaze gave her that ‘are you being serious’ expression, and almost bursted out laughing. “A cheetah, yeah sure,” he flicked his tail above him. The tom’s amber-green gaze stared at her. She looked about to pounce at him, but Passionblaze made no sudden movement. He squinted his eyes at her. What was she doing? He was unfazed by her act to make him flinch. Passionblaze had turned to look behind him to see if there were any intruders, but there weren’t. So, he turned back to the Molly. His eyes widened. “Was I supposed to...flinch?” He asked, dumbfounded. Not making fun of her, but completely out of curiosity. “Because if I was, you did a terrible job at trying to scare me,” he purred, taking his time to thunder a laugh. It wouldn’t be bad at all for her to stick around. It’d be nice to have a new friend to chat with after a long day ifnstressing himself with warrior duties. If Passionblaze could read her thoughts, he’d notice she was thinking the same thing of popping out of no where to scare the other. A little laugh that no one else would get but the two of them.
If Piperwing felt she could handle him, why not let her try? So, Passionblaze had rolled his shoulders comfortably and dipped his head respectively towards her once more. She continued, and he spluttered out a laugh. “You certainly are something else, Miss Piperwing.” Passionblaze cleared his throat after a bit of chuckling. She had humor. She was witty. She was feisty. He couldn’t get out of this one, even if he tried, so he succumbed and embraced it.
When she winked at him, Passionblaze let out an exasperated huff. “And, I thought all she cats were supposed to be as sweet as they are beautiful?” He questioned, playfully. His voice a little coy because he knew that wasn’t true. The sweet and shy mollies were certainly gorgeous to him. He found them too cute. But, as Passionblaze view every molly as being beautiful, no matter their appearance, he was more attracted to their attitudes. Whether they were sweet, teasing, flirty, playful, shy, or even feisty. Passionblaze always wondered how much drive did a she cat carry. “You certainly make that stereotype make believe.”
It would had taken plenty of time and reminders for Passionblaze to stop being reckless. He did care a lot about many cats. The main ones being his mother and niece, but being reckless, everything was vanished from his mind. His mind was empty. When time came to hustle, and Piperwing would remind him to come back alive, those thoughts would frequently vanish because all he’s making sure is that the ones he loves and cares for is alive. Passionblaze was truly one of those cats who didn’t care much about his life, but he simmered down over the moons of he were to live long enough to become leader.
They both settled down to eat after Passionblaze playfully responded that his tail must taste good (despite it still being dirty). He quickly maneuvered his tail from being pawed by his new friend, and he shot her a dirty glare, but she began to ear from her squirrel. Feeling a little more comfortable around her, Passionblaze scooted closer towards her, dragging his squirrel to be near him. Passionblaze had eyed the way Piperwing tore the flesh of the squirrel. “You waste no time, do you?” He chuckled, lowly at her ravenous bites. After a battle, wouldn’t they all be starving? So, he copied her. He ate sloppily, the juices of the kill around his muzzle. Not that he cared much. As he swallowed down a bite, he glanced at Piperwing. “So, now that you forced me to be your friend,” He started, snickering. “What are some things you do for fun?” If they were to become friends, might as well get to know each other for a little bit.

[dionysus]

Not many would know it, but Passionblaze hated grooming sessions. As a kit, he purposely hid from Springingsky to avoid her tongue on his pelt to look presentable. During his apprentice ceremony, he allowed himself to sit still for his mother to make his pelt glossy. Even for his warrior ceremony. Usually his pelt was a glossy dark red, the hue of a ripe strawberry. Right now, he didn’t care much about how his pelt was presented. It dirty, clumped, and sticking up at different angles. That was fine. Passionblaze never really cared much about how other parties saw him. So, while he gave up grooming himself, he looked over to Piperwing. She had finished grooming her own pelt, and Passionblaze had sat there for a moment, admiring her diligence when she managed to get more work done than him. It almost appeared like she never went into battle. Passionblaze was probably admiring her a little too much because when she looked up to gaze at him, the tom tensed. She gave him a look like she was going to laugh at him; stifling in a giggle. Passionblaze knew he must had looked like a complete mess, so he quickly shook his pelt. That should had straightened something out (it did not).
“I’ll take my chance,” Passionblaze’s tongue rolled out his mouth, wetting his jobs. “Just be ready for you to lose.” She was already in a playful crouch. Passionblaze was gonna copy, but he was still a little hurt, so his crouch was askewed, a little lazy, and more so to make himself comfortable. When she commented that he was old and injured Passionblaze gave her a look of disbelief. “Well, you just wait until this old and injured cat is ready to serve his clan once more. Somebody must be asking to have more duties to tend to than the normal warrior.” He teased. No one likes to work all the time, except for Passionblaze. Passionblaze liked to work. He had less time to lounge around because he was a busy bee roaming around and making sure everyone was okay, and that Thunderclan was pleased. He didn’t know if Piperwing valued working more than relaxing, but perhaps she loved relaxing around. “And, I’ll make sure you have a lot of chores from Dawn to Moon high,” he drew out a purr. Passionblaze could imagine giving Piperwing a lot of unnecessary chores because she dared to defy him. It was all out of good fun, however and it was better than sulking around and thinking the worse about the battle. Passionblaze just enjoyed a little action in his life, and being stationary wasn’t his ideal. When he gave her a little wink, Passionblaze never saw the gesture of it being flirtatious. Most she cats might as well think he was flirty since he had no problem in showing his fascination to them. In reality, Passionblaze didn’t know how to flirt. He wasn’t the more chill flirt like Burn was. Passionblaze’s voice was too deep to be mesmerizing in his opinion. Besides that, Passionblaze was too sincere with his compliments. Since he never truly had a crush before, why would it matter? One thing Passionblaze was obsessed about was love. It was such a fragile, beautiful thing. One of the most passionate sides to him...that Burn ruined by clawing the hearts of the beautiful sirens in the clans. Passionblaze honestly felt that if he and Burn were in the same clan, side by side, interested in the same Molly, no doubt would she choose Burn because Burn easily snaked his heart into the beauty, Whereas Passionblaze was more flustered and awkward when trying to impress her. Even though Passionblaze had plenty of molly friends, it never crossed his mind to pursue any of them. He didn’t mind Piperwing’s company. Whether deputy or not, he was a pretty approachable cat and a fun one to get to know if they stuck around. So, judging how easily Piperwing and he clicked, he figured she wouldn’t be going anywhere soon. He didn’t know the fact that she lacked friends, so his friendship and company would had been appreciated by her.
Passionblaze straightened his posture, tilting his head, and giving the she cat a lopsided grin, snickering at her snort. He told her about The Passion. His fierce side that he believed himself to be a beast when he was able to knock others off guard. “No one,” he says. “And, I mean, no one, can predict the Passion.” He states with mock haughtiness. He flashed a comical expression when Piperwing dubbed herself with the spirit of a cheetah. Passionblaze gave her that ‘are you being serious’ expression, and almost bursted out laughing. “A cheetah, yeah sure,” he flicked his tail above him. The tom’s amber-green gaze stared at her. She looked about to pounce at him, but Passionblaze made no sudden movement. He squinted his eyes at her. What was she doing? He was unfazed by her act to make him flinch. Passionblaze had turned to look behind him to see if there were any intruders, but there weren’t. So, he turned back to the Molly. His eyes widened. “Was I supposed to...flinch?” He asked, dumbfounded. Not making fun of her, but completely out of curiosity. “Because if I was, you did a terrible job at trying to scare me,” he purred, taking his time to thunder a laugh. It wouldn’t be bad at all for her to stick around. It’d be nice to have a new friend to chat with after a long day ifnstressing himself with warrior duties. If Passionblaze could read her thoughts, he’d notice she was thinking the same thing of popping out of no where to scare the other. A little laugh that no one else would get but the two of them.
If Piperwing felt she could handle him, why not let her try? So, Passionblaze had rolled his shoulders comfortably and dipped his head respectively towards her once more. She continued, and he spluttered out a laugh. “You certainly are something else, Miss Piperwing.” Passionblaze cleared his throat after a bit of chuckling. She had humor. She was witty. She was feisty. He couldn’t get out of this one, even if he tried, so he succumbed and embraced it.
When she winked at him, Passionblaze let out an exasperated huff. “And, I thought all she cats were supposed to be as sweet as they are beautiful?” He questioned, playfully. His voice a little coy because he knew that wasn’t true. The sweet and shy mollies were certainly gorgeous to him. He found them too cute. But, as Passionblaze view every molly as being beautiful, no matter their appearance, he was more attracted to their attitudes. Whether they were sweet, teasing, flirty, playful, shy, or even feisty. Passionblaze always wondered how much drive did a she cat carry. “You certainly make that stereotype make believe.”
It would had taken plenty of time and reminders for Passionblaze to stop being reckless. He did care a lot about many cats. The main ones being his mother and niece, but being reckless, everything was vanished from his mind. His mind was empty. When time came to hustle, and Piperwing would remind him to come back alive, those thoughts would frequently vanish because all he’s making sure is that the ones he loves and cares for is alive. Passionblaze was truly one of those cats who didn’t care much about his life, but he simmered down over the moons of he were to live long enough to become leader.
They both settled down to eat after Passionblaze playfully responded that his tail must taste good (despite it still being dirty). He quickly maneuvered his tail from being pawed by his new friend, and he shot her a dirty glare, but she began to ear from her squirrel. Feeling a little more comfortable around her, Passionblaze scooted closer towards her, dragging his squirrel to be near him. Passionblaze had eyed the way Piperwing tore the flesh of the squirrel. “You waste no time, do you?” He chuckled, lowly at her ravenous bites. After a battle, wouldn’t they all be starving? So, he copied her. He ate sloppily, the juices of the kill around his muzzle. Not that he cared much. As he swallowed down a bite, he glanced at Piperwing. “So, now that you forced me to be your friend,” He started, snickering. “What are some things you do for fun?” If they were to become friends, might as well get to know each other for a little bit.


Piperwing finished her grooming of her chest, though her back and sides were still dirty. She guessed Passionblaze couldn't see that though since when she looked up, she noticed him staring at her. If cats could blush, Piperwing's cheeks would be crimson. She didn't know why it made her so embarrassed, but Piperwing had always been easily affected by such things. However, she then noticed his tuft of hair between his ears. Passionblaze shook it out, but his fur was still sticking up and Piperwing couldn't hold in a chuckle. "Hold on. I'm sorry, I just need to-" Piperwing reached up to flatten that piece of fluff, smoothing it down to his head again and puling back to look at him. She felt a little awkward, but she moved past it easily. Piperwing wasn't one to let situations embarrass her for too long.

Piperwing laughed playfully and teased Passionblaze back, "I'm prepared for you to lose!" As he threatened to give her extra work, Piperwing gasped in feigned shock and asked teasingly, "Is that a threat, Mr. Deputy? I think that can be classified as an abuse of power." Piperwing smirked at Passionblaze and wiggled her shoulders playfully despite the pain. "Well," she added with a glimmer of amusement, "If you give me chores to do from dawn to moonhigh, then I'll make sure to do them as close to you as possible in order to annoy you the whooole time!"

Piperwing found Passionblaze cute. She liked his flirty wink and deep voice. She didn't have a crush on him or anything, but she could see where one might. Though she didn't know it, Piperwing shared a quality with Passionblaze. She loved romance. She couldn't help it! Little winks and smiles made her heart glow like the sun. Piperwing returned Passionblaze's snickering and said, "I'll be the first, then. I will predict the passion!" The sandy warrior didn't even know what she was saying. It didn't make any sense, but it didn't need to. They were just teasing each other. "Do you doubt me!" Piperwing asked as he repeated her cheetah statement, acting like she was offended. The molly was disappointed when Passionblaze didn't flinch, but didn't let it ruin the mood. "Oh shut up!" She playfully hissed at Passionblaze with a barely stifled smile.
Piperwing accepted his statement as a compliment and laughed at his joke about stereotypes. "One thing you should learn about me is that I'm far from stereotypical." Piperwing boasted with a flourish of her tail.
She was glad that they could both settle down to eat. Neither of them were moody anymore and the friendliness was refreshing. Piperwing laughed at Passionblaze's comment on her eating. It might have made her self-conscious that he noticed her large bites, but they were friends and in a happy place. Piperwing simply nodded along and continued to eat her squirrel with sloppy bites. Passionblaze followed her example and ended up with blood all over his muzzle again, making the sandy feline smile as she ate her own squirrel. Passionblaze's question got a chuckle out of her and she thought for a moment. She responded after swallowing, "I like running. I run through the forest sometimes, it helps me clear my mind. I like to explore the territory and try to find abandoned dens in trees to check out. I also like to spar with other cats. What about you?"

[Brilliance]

Piperwing finished her grooming of her chest, though her back and sides were still dirty. She guessed Passionblaze couldn't see that though since when she looked up, she noticed him staring at her. If cats could blush, Piperwing's cheeks would be crimson. She didn't know why it made her so embarrassed, but Piperwing had always been easily affected by such things. However, she then noticed his tuft of hair between his ears. Passionblaze shook it out, but his fur was still sticking up and Piperwing couldn't hold in a chuckle. "Hold on. I'm sorry, I just need to-" Piperwing reached up to flatten that piece of fluff, smoothing it down to his head again and puling back to look at him. She felt a little awkward, but she moved past it easily. Piperwing wasn't one to let situations embarrass her for too long.

Piperwing laughed playfully and teased Passionblaze back, "I'm prepared for you to lose!" As he threatened to give her extra work, Piperwing gasped in feigned shock and asked teasingly, "Is that a threat, Mr. Deputy? I think that can be classified as an abuse of power." Piperwing smirked at Passionblaze and wiggled her shoulders playfully despite the pain. "Well," she added with a glimmer of amusement, "If you give me chores to do from dawn to moonhigh, then I'll make sure to do them as close to you as possible in order to annoy you the whooole time!"

Piperwing found Passionblaze cute. She liked his flirty wink and deep voice. She didn't have a crush on him or anything, but she could see where one might. Though she didn't know it, Piperwing shared a quality with Passionblaze. She loved romance. She couldn't help it! Little winks and smiles made her heart glow like the sun. Piperwing returned Passionblaze's snickering and said, "I'll be the first, then. I will predict the passion!" The sandy warrior didn't even know what she was saying. It didn't make any sense, but it didn't need to. They were just teasing each other. "Do you doubt me!" Piperwing asked as he repeated her cheetah statement, acting like she was offended. The molly was disappointed when Passionblaze didn't flinch, but didn't let it ruin the mood. "Oh shut up!" She playfully hissed at Passionblaze with a barely stifled smile.
Piperwing accepted his statement as a compliment and laughed at his joke about stereotypes. "One thing you should learn about me is that I'm far from stereotypical." Piperwing boasted with a flourish of her tail.
She was glad that they could both settle down to eat. Neither of them were moody anymore and the friendliness was refreshing. Piperwing laughed at Passionblaze's comment on her eating. It might have made her self-conscious that he noticed her large bites, but they were friends and in a happy place. Piperwing simply nodded along and continued to eat her squirrel with sloppy bites. Passionblaze followed her example and ended up with blood all over his muzzle again, making the sandy feline smile as she ate her own squirrel. Passionblaze's question got a chuckle out of her and she thought for a moment. She responded after swallowing, "I like running. I run through the forest sometimes, it helps me clear my mind. I like to explore the territory and try to find abandoned dens in trees to check out. I also like to spar with other cats. What about you?"

While Passionblaze was staring at Piperwing, it was out of curiosity and admiration. All his life he knew a female to bounce back up after any tragedy that struck her life. He also knew it was rude to stare. Whether it would had been at a pretty object or a deformed one, Passionblaze had no right to stare at anybody that felt tensed of his view. He had ruffled his own fur to make it look more presentable, but it didn’t work. When he noted that most of Piperwing’s fur had been groomed to her satisfaction, saved for her back and sides. The tom tilted his head at her, clearly confused at why she was chuckling. When she reached up to smooth down the fur on top of his head, he almost pulled back, assuming that she was trying to get close to him. A little too close for his comfort, as he always kept a safe distance between himself and a she cat. Instead, she quickly fixed the tussled fur atop his head, and pulled away. Passionblaze blinked his appreciation. “Thanks.”

“That’ll be impossible. I never lose a fight.” Passionblaze boasted, easily. He was pretty confident when it came to the area of fighting than any other field in his life. Fighting was something that was embedded in him. If it were a talent, he saw himself as an expertise. Passionblaze had nodded eagerly with his eyes closed upon her teasing response. “Not an abuse of power, actually. The way I see it, is a she cat who absolutely loves to serve her clan, so she comes to her deputy to ask for more work.” He smirked. Piperwing has continued, a glimmer in her eye he caught. It made him chuckle for a moment, and he shook his broad head. He already got enough annoyance from Foxpaw, for Piperwing to add on? Passionblaze shot her an unreadable look. “I don’t think so, missy. This elder gonna be all over the place, whereas you will be occupied with different duties. Clean this, get rid of that, fetch this, retrieve that.” Passionblaze flicked his ears. One ear was turned, the other perked to listen to Piperwing. He wanted to keep an ear out for his fighting clan mates, so he could quickly know what was going on. He wondered if Snowstar was alright. How many warriors were lost? Did they win? Reasons why he itched to go back and fight. He would had burst up and ran back to the fighting field without hesitation. “Unless you prove to me that you can be a good girl then maybe we can come up with a different plan.” The deputy flexed, giving the she cat a knowing smile that soon softened until it disappeared. It was just odd about sitting out in the battle when he should be the main one still fighting. He felt like less of a tom even though his new friend was keeping him company and making him feel at ease. Troubling thoughts still played in his head. He would had been beaten himself up if Piperwing left.

Piperwing was probably oblivious, or she picked up that Passionblaze thought she was beautiful. He commented that he knew she was strong, smart, and beautiful. He had meant it. Yet it was a difference between finding someone beautiful and then being attracted to them. Piperwing was a friendly feline. She was that one sweet friend to always motivate you, hoping you would never give up. Just hearing her say those words made the deputy himself confused for a moment. They were throwing teasing remarks at one another, a little conversation to grow their friendship. Passionblaze had looked down at his paws, then back up at her. “Don’t you dare try. I’m trying to warn you. It’s unfamothable, I’m telling you!” Passionblaze didn’t know what himself was saying, but he doubted she was like a cheetah. Maybe, she was as fast as one, but the thought made him laugh. When she exclaimed that if he doubted her, he ended up giving a deep, guttural laugh. Wasn’t it obvious he was? His laughter had died down. He failed to flinch when she feigned a lunge at him. He didn’t know she was sending that action directly toward him, so he had looked at her like he was waiting for her to finish her act, but she didn’t so he laughed at her. Her voice made him hummed. “Well, I believe it to be entirely too cute, so I’ll give you that.” The ginger tom purred, lightly. He got up, turning his head to look back in the direction where a fight was taking place. He let out a deep sigh, but bent the front half of his body to stretched downward. He clenched his teeth at the shock feeling of troubled bones. Passionblaze held in a snort. He might as well be an elder with how much cracking his body was producing. He cautiously lifted himself up, and purred much deeply. Pain maybe didn’t feel good to others, but for him, physical pain was accepted wonderfully.
Passionblaze never found any cat to be the same. He didn’t believe in stereotypes. Everyone was...perfect the way they were. So, he believed that Piperwing was far from the stereotypical cat. He had met many; none really the same. All fascinated. Even if they were snippy. Grouchy. Ungrateful. Happy. Pleasant. Annoying. Whatever they may be, Passionblaze had to keep an opened mind and away from judging anybody specifically.
Passionblaze continued to take bites from his kill, spitting out any hairs that stuck in his mouth. He didn’t like the fuzziness of most freshkill which was why he loved the taste of ripe fruit. His favorite being strawberries. Growing up as a clan cat, he was used to eating fresh kill, but that didn’t mean he had to like most of it. His bites wasn’t as large as Piperwing’s. He was still feeling a sudden weight on his shoulder because he abandoned his clan mates on that field. Any other warrior could had taken the abused back to camp, but he was told to specifically. At least he felt a little satisfied that he got to fight more than enough Windclan and Shadowclan warriors together. A little sprout of victory welled into his chest, but even so it wasn’t good enough. He looked up from his meal, and tilted his head towards the sky. “You really do like to run, huh?” His eyes roamed her figure. It was the perfect shape of being fit to be swift. Then, he rolled his eyes upward again, a dreamy smile placing on his maw. “I like sparring. Fighting, a lot.” As if that wasn’t obvious. “I love to explore,” he smiled, softly. “A run at dawn is more of my thing. I need to exercise throughout the entire day. I also like to climb trees and see how far I can leap from one branch to another. And, then I like to look at the stars and cloud gaze.” What he told her were basic fascinations of his, where they would relate. Most of his interests he considered to be foolish and awkward like how he liked to sneak off to twolegplace and rummage through plump gardens of the folks and steal their juicy fruits. Or, that he liked to find treasures and dig them up like he were a dog. Passionblaze had a lot of strange interests, which was probably why he hung out with himself because he didn’t want to be laughed at for being happy around doing things he liked. “Anything that, hm, uninterested you?” He plucked his squirrel’s fur, a disgusted look on his face. Passionblaze would had killed for some strawberries.

[dionysus]

While Passionblaze was staring at Piperwing, it was out of curiosity and admiration. All his life he knew a female to bounce back up after any tragedy that struck her life. He also knew it was rude to stare. Whether it would had been at a pretty object or a deformed one, Passionblaze had no right to stare at anybody that felt tensed of his view. He had ruffled his own fur to make it look more presentable, but it didn’t work. When he noted that most of Piperwing’s fur had been groomed to her satisfaction, saved for her back and sides. The tom tilted his head at her, clearly confused at why she was chuckling. When she reached up to smooth down the fur on top of his head, he almost pulled back, assuming that she was trying to get close to him. A little too close for his comfort, as he always kept a safe distance between himself and a she cat. Instead, she quickly fixed the tussled fur atop his head, and pulled away. Passionblaze blinked his appreciation. “Thanks.”

“That’ll be impossible. I never lose a fight.” Passionblaze boasted, easily. He was pretty confident when it came to the area of fighting than any other field in his life. Fighting was something that was embedded in him. If it were a talent, he saw himself as an expertise. Passionblaze had nodded eagerly with his eyes closed upon her teasing response. “Not an abuse of power, actually. The way I see it, is a she cat who absolutely loves to serve her clan, so she comes to her deputy to ask for more work.” He smirked. Piperwing has continued, a glimmer in her eye he caught. It made him chuckle for a moment, and he shook his broad head. He already got enough annoyance from Foxpaw, for Piperwing to add on? Passionblaze shot her an unreadable look. “I don’t think so, missy. This elder gonna be all over the place, whereas you will be occupied with different duties. Clean this, get rid of that, fetch this, retrieve that.” Passionblaze flicked his ears. One ear was turned, the other perked to listen to Piperwing. He wanted to keep an ear out for his fighting clan mates, so he could quickly know what was going on. He wondered if Snowstar was alright. How many warriors were lost? Did they win? Reasons why he itched to go back and fight. He would had burst up and ran back to the fighting field without hesitation. “Unless you prove to me that you can be a good girl then maybe we can come up with a different plan.” The deputy flexed, giving the she cat a knowing smile that soon softened until it disappeared. It was just odd about sitting out in the battle when he should be the main one still fighting. He felt like less of a tom even though his new friend was keeping him company and making him feel at ease. Troubling thoughts still played in his head. He would had been beaten himself up if Piperwing left.

Piperwing was probably oblivious, or she picked up that Passionblaze thought she was beautiful. He commented that he knew she was strong, smart, and beautiful. He had meant it. Yet it was a difference between finding someone beautiful and then being attracted to them. Piperwing was a friendly feline. She was that one sweet friend to always motivate you, hoping you would never give up. Just hearing her say those words made the deputy himself confused for a moment. They were throwing teasing remarks at one another, a little conversation to grow their friendship. Passionblaze had looked down at his paws, then back up at her. “Don’t you dare try. I’m trying to warn you. It’s unfamothable, I’m telling you!” Passionblaze didn’t know what himself was saying, but he doubted she was like a cheetah. Maybe, she was as fast as one, but the thought made him laugh. When she exclaimed that if he doubted her, he ended up giving a deep, guttural laugh. Wasn’t it obvious he was? His laughter had died down. He failed to flinch when she feigned a lunge at him. He didn’t know she was sending that action directly toward him, so he had looked at her like he was waiting for her to finish her act, but she didn’t so he laughed at her. Her voice made him hummed. “Well, I believe it to be entirely too cute, so I’ll give you that.” The ginger tom purred, lightly. He got up, turning his head to look back in the direction where a fight was taking place. He let out a deep sigh, but bent the front half of his body to stretched downward. He clenched his teeth at the shock feeling of troubled bones. Passionblaze held in a snort. He might as well be an elder with how much cracking his body was producing. He cautiously lifted himself up, and purred much deeply. Pain maybe didn’t feel good to others, but for him, physical pain was accepted wonderfully.
Passionblaze never found any cat to be the same. He didn’t believe in stereotypes. Everyone was...perfect the way they were. So, he believed that Piperwing was far from the stereotypical cat. He had met many; none really the same. All fascinated. Even if they were snippy. Grouchy. Ungrateful. Happy. Pleasant. Annoying. Whatever they may be, Passionblaze had to keep an opened mind and away from judging anybody specifically.
Passionblaze continued to take bites from his kill, spitting out any hairs that stuck in his mouth. He didn’t like the fuzziness of most freshkill which was why he loved the taste of ripe fruit. His favorite being strawberries. Growing up as a clan cat, he was used to eating fresh kill, but that didn’t mean he had to like most of it. His bites wasn’t as large as Piperwing’s. He was still feeling a sudden weight on his shoulder because he abandoned his clan mates on that field. Any other warrior could had taken the abused back to camp, but he was told to specifically. At least he felt a little satisfied that he got to fight more than enough Windclan and Shadowclan warriors together. A little sprout of victory welled into his chest, but even so it wasn’t good enough. He looked up from his meal, and tilted his head towards the sky. “You really do like to run, huh?” His eyes roamed her figure. It was the perfect shape of being fit to be swift. Then, he rolled his eyes upward again, a dreamy smile placing on his maw. “I like sparring. Fighting, a lot.” As if that wasn’t obvious. “I love to explore,” he smiled, softly. “A run at dawn is more of my thing. I need to exercise throughout the entire day. I also like to climb trees and see how far I can leap from one branch to another. And, then I like to look at the stars and cloud gaze.” What he told her were basic fascinations of his, where they would relate. Most of his interests he considered to be foolish and awkward like how he liked to sneak off to twolegplace and rummage through plump gardens of the folks and steal their juicy fruits. Or, that he liked to find treasures and dig them up like he were a dog. Passionblaze had a lot of strange interests, which was probably why he hung out with himself because he didn’t want to be laughed at for being happy around doing things he liked. “Anything that, hm, uninterested you?” He plucked his squirrel’s fur, a disgusted look on his face. Passionblaze would had killed for some strawberries.

Piperwing didn't really mind the staring. Some cats may have been offended or whatever, but there was no way to know what was going on in Passionblaze's head. He could have been zoning out again for all Piperwing knew and didn't even realize he was looking at her. She nodded a silent 'you're welcome' as he thanked her for smoothing down the fur. "I did it more for me than you. I couldn't focus on anything with that sticking straight up in the air."

If Piperwing had learned one thing about Passionblaze from this conversation...Well, it was that he had anger issues. However, if she had learned more than one thing, which she had, one of those things was that he was a fighter. She was built for speed, he was built for strength. They would make an amazing duo if they ever had to fight back to back. She laughed and answered is boast skeptically, "I find that hard to believe. You didn't even win that fight against my tail!" Piperwing waved her tail in front of his nose again with a smile before drawing it back over her paws. His continued teasing threats drew more laughs out of the pale molly and she purred, "Oh no, if you can figure out a way to get me to do chores. I can figure out a way to annoy you doing them." Piperwing noticed Passionblaze's turned ear but wasn't offended that his full attention wasn't on her. She wanted to know the second the clan members returned. "Hmmm, good? Sorry, that word isn't in my vocabulary!"
"Not so unfathomable, Blazey." Piperwing teased with a flick of her tail, sitting down and watching him as he talked. When he called her cute, Piperwing jumped to her paws and ignored the pain that rocketed through her front limbs. "Cute?" She exclaimed, "I'm not cute! I'm deadly." She crouched and pretended to prowl forward, but couldn't mask the warm smile on her face.
Piperwing had never tried fruit, but she would be willing to if someone recommended it. Her big secret was that she actually liked the taste of herbs. Some herbs. Obviously there were those that tasted like death, but there were some in the forest that actually tasted good. She avoided medicinal herbs for obvious reasons, but it felt better to call them herbs than plants. What cat ate plants? Still, she enjoyed the taste of freshkill as well. Except magpie. She absolutely despised magpie. Don't even go near her with a magpie. She will freak out.
She nodded at his question about running and listened curiously as he detailed his own hobbies. She got the feeling that they were both being a bit superficial instead of going deep into what they really love. But, they were new friends so that was understandable. Piperwing was doing it too. She hadn't told him about her enjoyment of herbs, or that she loved to track creatures. Even if she wasn't hunting them and didn't plan to kill them, she loved to find tracks and follow them to find a creature and watch it for awhile. She also hadn't mentioned that she liked insects. Most cats found them to be pests, and she didn't like them in her nest or anything, but she liked to observe them in the forest. Piperwing shuddered at his mention of climbing trees, but smiled at the thought of stargazing. She had forgotten to mention that, but she loved to stargaze and cloudgaze. When he asked what she didn't like, Piperwing didn't hesitate to answer, "Climbing trees! I hate heights." She looked at him to gauge his reaction before continuing, "I'm also not a fan of swimming. I've never tried it, but I've walked through a puddle and I'm guessing it's similar. Other than that, I don't really dislike anything. If it keeps me from being bored, I'll try it." Piperwing was one of those energetic cats who couldn't handle any boredom.

[franckcr]

Splashkit stared around the nursery. She was five moons old. "Mom," she said. "Yes?" Her mother said. "Can I go outside? I wanna play." "OK,but don't go outside the clan." Her mother said in a soft,calm voice. "Yay!" Splashkit squealed.

[Tazzy]

Cloverkit giggled as Shellkit continued playing with her brother. She then pounced on to Shellkits back knocking her down. Cloverkit jumped off immediately and spun around to face her.

Shellkit crouched down her tail swaying behind her watching cloverkit. She wiggled her hindquarters and pounced on the other kit with a giggle.

(Omg I am so sorry I didn’t know)

[InvaderNellie]

"He's an intruder. Doesn't matter how long it's been since you saw him. Plus, you're the one who just told him to leave," Autumnwind pointed out calmly. They're not going to like me after this, she thought saddly.
RoseTail and SorrelPad looked at Autumnwind in shock, "It's fine," RoseTail purred, "I'll just get him after we part ways, 'kay. We're still cool, and, if anything happens to either me or SorrelPad, take care of them."

[Dust]

[ Empress Of Evil ]

A soft sigh was expelled from the warrior's lungs as he sat, patiently waiting in the clearing. A nice warm breeze, untypical of the leaf-bare weather, rustled the barren trees overhead, pulling a low purr from Silversky's throat. With the semi-recent birth of his two daughters, the tom's mood had been elevated like a filled balloon. Everything made his heart swell. The thought of providing for his family, the now terrific warmth of leaf-bare after the snows. Nothing could bring him down. "Mmmm... such nice day." He meowed quietly to himself, closing his eyes to take in the warmth of the winter sun. It was something he could relish for moons to come. Warm days were far from few in the middle of leaf-bare, thankfully new-leaf had to be coming soon. Even with the recent events of battle, things were looking up. Perhaps new-leaf would bring new opportunities between the clans, and some new life in the forest. Silversky was never one for meaningless fights, but with his family's safety at risk, he would let this occasion slide. Opening his eyes with a lazy grin plastered across his face, a tight gripping sensation suddenly gripped his chest, causing him to suck in a harsh breath of air. Something felt off... different, he couldn't quite put his paw on it. What had he been waiting for again? Sitting idle for a moment longer, he tilted his head to the side in thought before realization washed over him. Apprentice!! Quickly rising to his paws with a "hmph" of effort, Silversky cast his soft blue gaze around the clearing, eyes scanning the crowd of felines. Where was his apprentice? Dear Starclan, could he even remember what she looked like?! Anxiety built up in his chest as he paced back and forth a bit, his brain going a mile a minute as he attempted to remember his new apprentices name.
"Gosh... Flight... Flutter, Frost... uhm..."

[Empress Of Evil]

[ Empress Of Evil ]

A soft sigh was expelled from the warrior's lungs as he sat, patiently waiting in the clearing. A nice warm breeze, untypical of the leaf-bare weather, rustled the barren trees overhead, pulling a low purr from Silversky's throat. With the semi-recent birth of his two daughters, the tom's mood had been elevated like a filled balloon. Everything made his heart swell. The thought of providing for his family, the now terrific warmth of leaf-bare after the snows. Nothing could bring him down. "Mmmm... such nice day." He meowed quietly to himself, closing his eyes to take in the warmth of the winter sun. It was something he could relish for moons to come. Warm days were far from few in the middle of leaf-bare, thankfully new-leaf had to be coming soon. Even with the recent events of battle, things were looking up. Perhaps new-leaf would bring new opportunities between the clans, and some new life in the forest. Silversky was never one for meaningless fights, but with his family's safety at risk, he would let this occasion slide. Opening his eyes with a lazy grin plastered across his face, a tight gripping sensation suddenly gripped his chest, causing him to suck in a harsh breath of air. Something felt off... different, he couldn't quite put his paw on it. What had he been waiting for again? Sitting idle for a moment longer, he tilted his head to the side in thought before realization washed over him. Apprentice!! Quickly rising to his paws with a "hmph" of effort, Silversky cast his soft blue gaze around the clearing, eyes scanning the crowd of felines. Where was his apprentice? Dear Starclan, could he even remember what she looked like?! Anxiety built up in his chest as he paced back and forth a bit, his brain going a mile a minute as he attempted to remember his new apprentices name.
"Gosh... Flight... Flutter, Frost... uhm..."

A Ragdoll molly darted out of the apprentice’s den, almost crashing into a warrior as she left the den with a bounce in her step. After quickly apologising to the warrior, she headed off to the side where she wouldn’t be in the way. Finally, today would be her first day of training. She had already been an apprentice for about two days, but her mentor had kindly given her this time to adjust to her new rank. At first, she had been disappointed. She had wanted nothing more than to hurry up and start her training. She’d already ventured out into the territory, under the supervision of another warrior. She would’ve asked her mentor to take her out but she hadn’t been able to find him at that time. Still, she’d gone out anyway and taken a brief tour of the territory. Now that she was settled in, she was ready to start her training. She was supposed to meet him out here in the camp clearing, but she couldn’t seem to spot the tom. She frowned and quickly scanned the clearing once more. Her gaze finally landed on a silver warrior who paced back and forth, looking as if though he were deep in thought. She recognised him from her apprentice ceremony and she raced over to him, being careful not to trip over or bump into anyone else.
“I’m ready!” She said brightly, as she skidded to a halt in front of him. What was her mentor’s name again? Silversky wasn’t it? She was pretty sure that that was his name. Although she had been very excited at her apprentice ceremony, so excited about her new name and rank that she hadn’t taken much notice of the details. Such as her mentor’s name. But she could still remember Snowstar’s words repeating in her head, and she’d mentioned the name Silversky at some point.
“What will we be starting with first?” She asked, looking up at the tom. She sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws. Her blue eyes gazed up at him, waiting for an answer and her ears were pricked to attention.

[Dust]

A Ragdoll molly darted out of the apprentice’s den, almost crashing into a warrior as she left the den with a bounce in her step. After quickly apologising to the warrior, she headed off to the side where she wouldn’t be in the way. Finally, today would be her first day of training. She had already been an apprentice for about two days, but her mentor had kindly given her this time to adjust to her new rank. At first, she had been disappointed. She had wanted nothing more than to hurry up and start her training. She’d already ventured out into the territory, under the supervision of another warrior. She would’ve asked her mentor to take her out but she hadn’t been able to find him at that time. Still, she’d gone out anyway and taken a brief tour of the territory. Now that she was settled in, she was ready to start her training. She was supposed to meet him out here in the camp clearing, but she couldn’t seem to spot the tom. She frowned and quickly scanned the clearing once more. Her gaze finally landed on a silver warrior who paced back and forth, looking as if though he were deep in thought. She recognised him from her apprentice ceremony and she raced over to him, being careful not to trip over or bump into anyone else.
“I’m ready!” She said brightly, as she skidded to a halt in front of him. What was her mentor’s name again? Silversky wasn’t it? She was pretty sure that that was his name. Although she had been very excited at her apprentice ceremony, so excited about her new name and rank that she hadn’t taken much notice of the details. Such as her mentor’s name. But she could still remember Snowstar’s words repeating in her head, and she’d mentioned the name Silversky at some point.
“What will we be starting with first?” She asked, looking up at the tom. She sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws. Her blue eyes gazed up at him, waiting for an answer and her ears were pricked to attention.


The silver tom cat had been so caught up in his worries, he hadn't noticed the younger cat slink up behind him. With a startled jump as the apprentice confronted him, the tom turned quickly on his feet, his fur flattening back down along his spine as he recognized the feline. "Featherpaw!" His voice wavered with uncertainty as his statement appeared to be more of a question. Clearing his throat quickly, the warrior puffed his chest out in a goofy manner, before a gentle smile plastered across his maw as he studied her for a moment. This was definitely the kit he had been mentored to at the ceremony! Really, at first he was worried they wouldn't get along, but it was clear now that the two would get along fine. Featherpaw reminded the tom of his two young girls in the nursery right now to be completely honest. A gentle purr rumbled in his chest at the thought, his heart warm with admiration. This was too exciting! Featherpaw's energy was almost too intoxicating as Silversky felt himself bouncing on his own paws with equal emotion. It had been quite a long time since he had an apprentice, he wasn't expecting to have another any time soon. Not to say his last apprentice was awful, they just didn't mesh very well. Honestly, It made him feel a bit bad that he hadn't started immediately with Feather's training, but he figured that she would have wanted to get her nest fixed up, meet a few friends to eventually train with.

"Well if I had known you'd be this excited to get out, I would have started our training earlier." He admitted softly." Sorry about that! Let's see what we can get done today though." Silversky glanced upwards in thought for a brief moment, his tail lifted high into the air. He mumbled quietly to himself before he nodded swiftly and turned to the apprentice, giving her his full attention. "Let's see. I want to find out what your strengths are, so I know what to focus on during your training to help you succeed! Before that though, have you seen the territory yet? It's been a bit snowy lately, so today is as good a day as any."

[Empress Of Evil]

The silver tom cat had been so caught up in his worries, he hadn't noticed the younger cat slink up behind him. With a startled jump as the apprentice confronted him, the tom turned quickly on his feet, his fur flattening back down along his spine as he recognized the feline. "Featherpaw!" His voice wavered with uncertainty as his statement appeared to be more of a question. Clearing his throat quickly, the warrior puffed his chest out in a goofy manner, before a gentle smile plastered across his maw as he studied her for a moment. This was definitely the kit he had been mentored to at the ceremony! Really, at first he was worried they wouldn't get along, but it was clear now that the two would get along fine. Featherpaw reminded the tom of his two young girls in the nursery right now to be completely honest. A gentle purr rumbled in his chest at the thought, his heart warm with admiration. This was too exciting! Featherpaw's energy was almost too intoxicating as Silversky felt himself bouncing on his own paws with equal emotion. It had been quite a long time since he had an apprentice, he wasn't expecting to have another any time soon. Not to say his last apprentice was awful, they just didn't mesh very well. Honestly, It made him feel a bit bad that he hadn't started immediately with Feather's training, but he figured that she would have wanted to get her nest fixed up, meet a few friends to eventually train with.

"Well if I had known you'd be this excited to get out, I would have started our training earlier." He admitted softly." Sorry about that! Let's see what we can get done today though." Silversky glanced upwards in thought for a brief moment, his tail lifted high into the air. He mumbled quietly to himself before he nodded swiftly and turned to the apprentice, giving her his full attention. "Let's see. I want to find out what your strengths are, so I know what to focus on during your training to help you succeed! Before that though, have you seen the territory yet? It's been a bit snowy lately, so today is as good a day as any."

The apprentice beamed to hear her mentor say her name. Whilst she'd been trying to remember her mentor's name, the thought had come across her mind that he might've forgotten her's. Luckily, she was wrong. At least they wouldn't have to deal with awkward introductions now. As the she-cat waited for the warrior to continue, she quickly scanned him. She had to remember what he looked like so she could spot him off distance should she have a need to do that. He had the markings of a Ragdoll, just like her, but he had other markings too. Despite that, when standing next to each other, one might mistake them for father and daughter rather than mentor and apprentice. Featherpaw let out a soft purr of amusement at that.

Featherpaw was practically bursting with excitement, but beneath her smile, she could feel the nervousness. It made her paws tingle, the feeling was basically palpable and she kneaded her paws against the ground to chase the tingle away. She looked down at the ground for a short moment and noticed the faint dents which she was leaving in the ground. She quickly stopped moving her paws and kept them still before looking back up. She noticed the gentle purr that rumbled from his chest and the kind smile on his maw. It gave her some reassurance.

"Oh don't worry. The time was useful," she piped up cheerfully. She knew that she had actually wanted to get started earlier, but she hadn't actually minded the extra time so there was no need to speak up and make her mentor feel guilty. "Only a bit. A warrior took me out yesterday," she responded. "I hope you don't mind. I couldn't find you," she continued, hoping that he wouldn't be angry with you. Even though he had comforted her with his smile and purrs, she was still cautious. She wasn't yet familiar with him and he could suddenly change from being kind to furious.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she pushed her worries to the back of her mind and thought back to yesterday, when she'd seen a part of the territory. Blizzardhail had taken her out when she'd had some free time and she had seen the part of the territory which was close to the camp. She'd admired the trees and listened out for any signs of prey. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to find any prey. Although she wasn't that disappointed. After all, she hadn't even had a single training session on hunting so she couldn't expect much of herself. "I haven't seen the outer parts of the territory so maybe you could take me there?" She suggested.

[Dawnrise14]

Cloverkit tries to take it but her little legs couldn't take the extra weight, she falls to the ground getting smushed by shellkit. She then wiggles from under her and turns to see shellkit already up and ready for more, Cloverkit runs around her and bats at her tail with her front paw catching her by surprise.

[Starfall]

Lonestar23

The chestnut tom watched as Windclan retreated, heaving, blood dripping from his face, the scarlet droplets painted the ground beneath him. But, it wasn't just his face that was bleeding, his side had a deep, large gash in it, and he was loosing blood, too much blood. He tried to inhale but only choked on the iron tasting liquid and stumbled backwards into the medicine cats den, hacking and coughing, unable to breathe. His vision was a mess, everything was slightly blurred and it was getting darker by the second, he was light headed, and after a second, he couldn't feel the pain anymore, he was numb. The apprentice grit his teeth and looked in the corner of his eye, his ocean colored hues were dull, and were quickly loosing their light. "Cali" he wheezed, his legs buckled beneath him, casing Doepaw to fall into a bloody heap on the Medicine cat den.

[ oh my goodness, here it is, this very short reply is where it all happens.
and sorry it's so short, can't really start well ;v; ]

[lone]

Lonestar23

The chestnut tom watched as Windclan retreated, heaving, blood dripping from his face, the scarlet droplets painted the ground beneath him. But, it wasn't just his face that was bleeding, his side had a deep, large gash in it, and he was loosing blood, too much blood. He tried to inhale but only choked on the iron tasting liquid and stumbled backwards into the medicine cats den, hacking and coughing, unable to breathe. His vision was a mess, everything was slightly blurred and it was getting darker by the second, he was light headed, and after a second, he couldn't feel the pain anymore, he was numb. The apprentice grit his teeth and looked in the corner of his eye, his ocean colored hues were dull, and were quickly loosing their light. "Cali" he wheezed, his legs buckled beneath him, casing Doepaw to fall into a bloody heap on the Medicine cat den.

[ oh my goodness, here it is, this very short reply is where it all happens.
and sorry it's so short, can't really start well ;v; ]

The medicine cat knew this had been coming. She knew it had been coming for some time, she had expected a battle would happen - but was she prepared? No. Not even in the slightest, mentally. So when Doepaw came stumbling through the entrance to the medicine cat's den, Caliapaw froze for a minute. Right then, everything was moving in slow motion. "Doe-" Her own voice was cut off by her thoughts, raging around in her head, screaming at her to GET A MOVE ON before it was too late! Soon, she was springing into action. Grabbing cobwebs, she placed them everywhere she could see blood. Covering the wounds until the sticky webs were piled on top of every one. Soon there would be enough for them to stop bleeding through. Those wounds were going to leave nasty scars. "Doepaw, can you hear me? I need you to stay awake for me. Just stay awake, that's it, please..." Caliapaw hated vulnerability. She hated feeling vulnerable, she hated looking vulnerable, and right now she felt weak-kneed and terrified. Vulnerable. The she cat couldn't remember another time she had felt this scared. Because here was her brother, and if she couldn't save him, she didn't know what she would do. Doepaw was the one who was closest to her out of all of her siblings. She was close to most of them - true, she was the odd one out, or at least felt like it, and would hang out with one or two at one point, one or two another day, but Doepaw was her closest brother. She had already lost Wheatfur. Come hell or high water, there was no way she was going to lose Doepaw too, not within the few short moons she had been medicine cat. She had already lost a patient. There was no way she was going to lose another to this war, she was going to prove herself and Wheatfur would be proud of her - wherever he was. StarClan, she supposed. If he wasn't, then what hope did Caliapaw - or anyone, for that matter - have of getting there?

(pfft it's fine c: )

[Stario&Co.]

"Do you have any idea how worried I've been!?!"
"Moooooom," Bubblestep tried dodging the shower of licks her mother was giving her. "I'm fine really! Look at me, I'm okay!"
"You're covered in dirt is what you are!" Flowerclaw continued to lick her daughter furiously, trying to remove every spot of dirt."
"When was the last time you ate?" Jayfur, her stepfather, came forward with a shrew.
"I wasn't starving myself!" Bubblestep backed away and shook out her fur. "Look, Mom, Dad, would you guys calm down! I'm not dying!"
"We thought you were dead!" Bubblestep's ears shot up, and she turned to see Turtlesong and Nightshade behind her.
"Nightshade is right, Bubble," Turtlesong was giving her a furious glare "we've thought you were dead for moons now! I thought I was never going to see you again and I didn't know why. How do you think that made us feel?"
Bubblestep blinked, her ears going back. She hadn't thought about that. It made her feel ten times worse. "I'm...sorry," She sighed, lowering her head. "I didn't mean for any of this."

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

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

She stands up, stretching a bit as she did. Soon she sees Palethunder trying to wake some some of the apprentices however she knew that nearly all of them have went out earlier for training and such. She purrs in amusement as she begins to walk up to the warrior, her long tail waved a bit elegantly as she steps up to the tall warrior, “ their all gone for the day my friend. You missed them.” She says playfully as she looks at the den than at him. “ if you really want someone to train with that bad why not me? “ she asks with a challenging smile. “ I am a warrior as well my friend. Unless you want to take me on some other challenge. I’m free today so don’t worry about me Suddenly leaving or something like that.” She says playfully as she looks at him with shining playful mixed eyes, her long pelt cleaned and smooth like the water in a moving river. She too often got looks here and there which at times did make her uncomfortable since it was like she was being judged at every step, every movement she was being Judged for what happened moons back, when she lost everything for the sake of becoming a warrior.. but as much as she tried to forget. As much as she tried to move on and fall in love again. The thought of that rouge haunts her, the thought that he could come back and do it again and again haunts her and just recently the nightmares were coming back worst than ever. But she knew she wasn’t alone in this horrible curse of memories. She hoped, hell she even begged that starclan can answer her, that they can help her feel that fast beating of her heart and the sweet, warm feeling of waking up next to someone that she knows won’t leave her and will always smile at her... but hope isn’t exactly on her side since that day. She looks at palethunder who she knew shared that curse, that burden of memories of a past pained and suffering tales that are constantly told by others. But for now she’ll ignore it, for now she will live and hopefully find something in the tom, something she forgotten. Something she grew to love once... the feeling of love. As sweet as it is painful... she wishes to feel it again. Just once... until she finds that rouge again. She purrs softly “ hi. Palethunder, so are we going to do this or what? I don’t mind being stared at but please do it a other time.” She teases. Celestial
Nefarious
Bumps :3

[Leucos]

Lonestar23

Rileyflower grunted as she walked up to the med cat den her ears twitched as they were greeted with the conversations of some others she smelled the herbs that the med cat used to be honest she enjoyed the smell she smiled as her nose twitched smelling the herbs . She looked at the bite wound on her shoulder and sighed she hated just hated the fact that she couldn't win that single fight it hurt her more than the wound. She shook her head slightly and licked the scar on her nose she walked up to the entrance of the den and poked her head inside her blue eyes glowed a bit in the shadows she figured to wait there
" hello? " she said her southern accent still clear . Her tail flicked her ears pointed towards the back of the den and tilted her head.

[Mango]

Lonestar23
Boba Fett (he RPs Chameleonvine’s apprentice)
Chameleonvine’s normally well groomed brown fur was ruffled and a massive scratch was on her side, she had many other small scatches too, the side scratch was pouring a fair ammount of blood out. She looked exausted as she repeated to Bingo, her apprentice,” I swear I’m fine. It’s only a small scatch, I don’t need to see Caliapaw. It’ll heal on it’s own trust me Caliapaw.” She repeated.

[lone]

Lonestar23

Rileyflower grunted as she walked up to the med cat den her ears twitched as they were greeted with the conversations of some others she smelled the herbs that the med cat used to be honest she enjoyed the smell she smiled as her nose twitched smelling the herbs . She looked at the bite wound on her shoulder and sighed she hated just hated the fact that she couldn't win that single fight it hurt her more than the wound. She shook her head slightly and licked the scar on her nose she walked up to the entrance of the den and poked her head inside her blue eyes glowed a bit in the shadows she figured to wait there
" hello? " she said her southern accent still clear . Her tail flicked her ears pointed towards the back of the den and tilted her head.
The she cat looked up from where she was treating her brother to see another cat entering the medicine cat'sden. This one's wound wasn't as bad... thank StarClan. "Sit down," She ordered the other cat, quickly picking up more cobwebs and placing them on one of Doepaw's worse gashes before she approached Rileyflower, examining the wound. It would probably scar up - there wasn't much she could do to prevent that, but thankfully- thankfully - it was doubtful that Rileyflower would bleed out from that one wound. She would have to put something in it to prevent infection, of course - maybe before she stuck the cobwebs on? "This is probably going to sting. Try and keep still, though." The she cat ordered, a minor amount of stress showing through her eyes as she grabbed some marigold and began to chew. Once it was close enough, she allowed some of the juices from the leaf to drip into the wound.
Lonestar23
Boba Fett (he RPs Chameleonvine’s apprentice)
Chameleonvine’s normally well groomed brown fur was ruffled and a massive scratch was on her side, she had many other small scatches too, the side scratch was pouring a fair ammount of blood out. She looked exausted as she repeated to Bingo, her apprentice,” I swear I’m fine. It’s only a small scatch, I don’t need to see Caliapaw. It’ll heal on it’s own trust me Caliapaw.” She repeated.
When Caliapaw was done with the leaf, and about to place cobwebs onto the bite wound, yet another cat came into her den. The small den was cramped with four - no, five cats in it now, and it was not her favorite place to be. It was getting harder to move around. Placing a thinner layer of cobwebs on the bite wound, Caliapaw had to grab more in order to place them on Chameleonvine's side. The smaller scratches weren't what worried her - it was the large one. They should be fine, Caliapaw wasn't even sure they needed to have cobwebs put on them with how small they were - treated to make sure they weren't infected, sure, but bandaged up? Doubtful. "I want to put another layer of cobwebs on that bite wound in a minute." She addressed Rileyflower, before approaching Chameleonvine and attempting to get the other cat to settle. "I'll be the judge of what's going to heal on it's own and what won't. So sit down." She ordered firmly. Turning around to grab more cobwebs from her stash, Caliapaw was relieved to find there was still a good amount. That was the one thing she kept stocked very heavily, more then was needed most of the time, to make sure that there wouldn't be that much of a shortage. As for marigold leaves? She was running short on those... which was going to be a problem. Caliapaw placed some of the cobwebs on Chameleonvine's larger scratch, going to work as best she could.

[Mango]

The she cat looked up from where she was treating her brother to see another cat entering the medicine cat's den. This one's wound wasn't as bad... thank StarClan. "Sit down," She ordered the other cat, quickly picking up more cobwebs and placing them on one of Doepaw's worse gashes before she approached Rileyflower, examining the wound. It would probably scar up - there wasn't much she could do to prevent that, but thankfully- thankfully - it was doubtful that Rileyflower would bleed out from that one wound. She would have to put something in it to prevent infection, of course - maybe before she stuck the cobwebs on? "This is probably going to sting. Try and keep still, though." The she cat ordered, a minor amount of stress showing through her eyes as she grabbed some marigold and began to chew. Once it was close enough, she allowed some of the juices from the leaf to drip into the wound.

When Caliapaw was done with the leaf, and about to place cobwebs onto the bite wound, yet another cat came into her den. The small den was cramped with four - no, five cats in it now, and it was not her favorite place to be. It was getting harder to move around. Placing a thinner layer of cobwebs on the bite wound, Caliapaw had to grab more in order to place them on Chameleonvine's side. The smaller scratches weren't what worried her - it was the large one. They should be fine, Caliapaw wasn't even sure they needed to have cobwebs put on them with how small they were - treated to make sure they weren't infected, sure, but bandaged up? Doubtful. "I want to put another layer of cobwebs on that bite wound in a minute." She addressed Rileyflower, before approaching Chameleonvine and attempting to get the other cat to settle. "I'll be the judge of what's going to heal on it's own and what won't. So sit down." She ordered firmly. Turning around to grab more cobwebs from her stash, Caliapaw was relieved to find there was still a good amount. That was the one thing she kept stocked very heavily, more then was needed most of the time, to make sure that there wouldn't be that much of a shortage. As for marigold leaves? She was running short on those... which was going to be a problem. Caliapaw placed some of the cobwebs on Chameleonvine's larger scratch, going to work as best she could.
(Any chance she can be unable to do her warrior duties for a few days with that gash?)
Chameleonvine sighed,” Fine. You can treat it, but I’m still going to be training Bingo, whether you like it or not. After all, Passionblaze assigned us yesterday for the dawn patrol on Windclan’s border. So I’m going.” She replied she never was a big fan of sitting back and letting other’s do things for her, and she wouldn’t admit it, but she didn’t believe Caliapaw was trained enough to know what she was doing. She gritted her teeth,” You sure you know what your doing. We wouldn’t be better off with Shinefang observing, or any medicine cat who has their full name.” She muttered.

[Leucos]

The she cat looked up from where she was treating her brother to see another cat entering the medicine cat'sden. This one's wound wasn't as bad... thank StarClan. "Sit down," She ordered the other cat, quickly picking up more cobwebs and placing them on one of Doepaw's worse gashes before she approached Rileyflower, examining the wound. It would probably scar up - there wasn't much she could do to prevent that, but thankfully- thankfully - it was doubtful that Rileyflower would bleed out from that one wound. She would have to put something in it to prevent infection, of course - maybe before she stuck the cobwebs on? "This is probably going to sting. Try and keep still, though." The she cat ordered, a minor amount of stress showing through her eyes as she grabbed some marigold and began to chew. Once it was close enough, she allowed some of the juices from the leaf to drip into the wound.

When Caliapaw was done with the leaf, and about to place cobwebs onto the bite wound, yet another cat came into her den. The small den was cramped with four - no, five cats in it now, and it was not her favorite place to be. It was getting harder to move around. Placing a thinner layer of cobwebs on the bite wound, Caliapaw had to grab more in order to place them on Chameleonvine's side. The smaller scratches weren't what worried her - it was the large one. They should be fine, Caliapaw wasn't even sure they needed to have cobwebs put on them with how small they were - treated to make sure they weren't infected, sure, but bandaged up? Doubtful. "I want to put another layer of cobwebs on that bite wound in a minute." She addressed Rileyflower, before approaching Chameleonvine and attempting to get the other cat to settle. "I'll be the judge of what's going to heal on it's own and what won't. So sit down." She ordered firmly. Turning around to grab more cobwebs from her stash, Caliapaw was relieved to find there was still a good amount. That was the one thing she kept stocked very heavily, more then was needed most of the time, to make sure that there wouldn't be that much of a shortage. As for marigold leaves? She was running short on those... which was going to be a problem. Caliapaw placed some of the cobwebs on Chameleonvine's larger scratch, going to work as best she could.

Rileyflower nodded and she sat down she watched what the medicine cat was doing with curiosity her ear twitched and hissed it did sting but she kept still she sighed and looked at the med cat " sorry if ah came at a bad time sugar " she meowed her head hung a tad bit " but thank you " she added she looked around the den and sniffed the air still smelling the herbs her tail wrapped around her paws feeling a bit uncomfortable but was thankful none the less .

[Starfall]

The medicine cat knew this had been coming. She knew it had been coming for some time, she had expected a battle would happen - but was she prepared? No. Not even in the slightest, mentally. So when Doepaw came stumbling through the entrance to the medicine cat's den, Caliapaw froze for a minute. Right then, everything was moving in slow motion. "Doe-" Her own voice was cut off by her thoughts, raging around in her head, screaming at her to GET A MOVE ON before it was too late! Soon, she was springing into action. Grabbing cobwebs, she placed them everywhere she could see blood. Covering the wounds until the sticky webs were piled on top of every one. Soon there would be enough for them to stop bleeding through. Those wounds were going to leave nasty scars. "Doepaw, can you hear me? I need you to stay awake for me. Just stay awake, that's it, please..." Caliapaw hated vulnerability. She hated feeling vulnerable, she hated looking vulnerable, and right now she felt weak-kneed and terrified. Vulnerable. The she cat couldn't remember another time she had felt this scared. Because here was her brother, and if she couldn't save him, she didn't know what she would do. Doepaw was the one who was closest to her out of all of her siblings. She was close to most of them - true, she was the odd one out, or at least felt like it, and would hang out with one or two at one point, one or two another day, but Doepaw was her closest brother. She had already lost Wheatfur. Come hell or high water, there was no way she was going to lose Doepaw too, not within the few short moons she had been medicine cat. She had already lost a patient. There was no way she was going to lose another to this war, she was going to prove herself and Wheatfur would be proud of her - wherever he was. StarClan, she supposed. If he wasn't, then what hope did Caliapaw - or anyone, for that matter - have of getting there?

(pfft it's fine c: )

[Lol, so many emotional roleplays happening, Doepaw's bleeding out in front of Caliapaw, and Fallen and Honey have reunited.

and if Doe was conscious he would smack Chameleonvine ]


His head hurt, but that was the only thing that hurt, everything else was, numb, but, it was like he was so cold that every thing was numb, not, oh, his whole body fell asleep. He could feel gentle prodding on his face and thigh, 'why?' he thought, where was he again? His eyes fluttered open, and he saw his sister, a panicked look on her face. He gave her a smile, a weak one, and tried to lift his paw, but, he was only able to lift it an inch off the ground. He wanted to pat her, cuff her, hug her, tell her that there was no need to worry, that everything was fine, but he didn't know what she was so stressed about. He then heard her talk, the pure panic that dripped from her desperate request. 'Stay awake? Why? I'm tired though, but, she asked me to, that means there's a reason for it.' he thought to himself. As soon as he opened his maw to give his sibling an answer, a sharp wave of pain encased him, he let out a pain soaked grunt and shifted, as if trying to run away from the searing stinging. He remembered why he was in here, he had remembered what he had done, and remembered just how bad things had gotten.

Doepaw grit his teeth, then let out a shriek of pain, moisture tickling the corners of his eyes. 'Think of Cali, be strong.' it rang in his head over and over and over again, he had made her beg for him to do something, that's not what a good brother would do. He laid his head on the dirt floor and gave Caliapaw a smile, his eyes half idled " Of course.." he heaved, pain burning in his ocean blue optics. "After, all...I promised to...go get her-herbs with you, right?" he laughed painfully, his vision fading, slowly getting darker. He was terrified, yes, but, he couldn't just leave her alone like this, who else was going to hug her when she needed it most, who else was going to joke around with her, make her smile, who else is going to help her realize that she's more than what she thinks she is? And he didn't plan on doing all of those for his sister in Starclan. This second, it was all bout her, he was a paitent, and he couldn't let her go through the emotional turmoil of loosing another paitent.

But it was so hard to stay awake.

[Zero]

(Gunna persume you were having a moment of mixing up Zero and Surge with the WC reference)

She nodded,” Yeah. Thunderclan is. Though most cats put family over the rest of there clan. Though- the reason I have concern about injuring someone is because if I was injured enough to go to the medicine cat’s den, I’d prefer a full medicine cat rather than a medicine cat apprentice treating my wounds.” She meowed she didn’t know if it was bad that she was admitting that she didn’t trust Caliapaw’s work or not, but she personally would feel better if Zerosight would leave the elder’s den and become Caliapaw’s mentor- yes he was walking dust, but atleast Caliapaw wouldn’t be mentored by the cats of Starclan, who may or may not be real, she after all could possibly be being self-taught. Or was Caliapaw being taught by Shinefang- the Skyclan medicine cat. Perhaps Daydream- the medicine cat of Shadowclan. Hopefully not Windclan’s medicine cat Surgestorm, after all. Thunderclan and Windclan weren’t getting along, if Surgestorm were to refuse to train Caliapaw then the clan would be doomed.

(Yup, also sorry for the VERY late reply. This slipped my mind.)

Zerosight considered her words for a moment, nodding his head every so often. He understood where the young she-cat was coming from. "Well, you have to remember that Caliapaw is being mentored by StarClan," He meowed, his voice soft. "And, I suppose she has me around to ask questions or help her if she needs me." The old elder laid back down in his nest, tired of sitting. He continue after a few seconds. "When I was a medicine cat, all of us from all four clans had eachother's back. I'm assuming that's still the case... no matter what kind of rivalries are happening."

[Mango]

(Yup, also sorry for the VERY late reply. This slipped my mind.)

Zerosight considered her words for a moment, nodding his head every so often. He understood where the young she-cat was coming from. "Well, you have to remember that Caliapaw is being mentored by StarClan," He meowed, his voice soft. "And, I suppose she has me around to ask questions or help her if she needs me." The old elder laid back down in his nest, tired of sitting. He continue after a few seconds. "When I was a medicine cat, all of us from all four clans had eachother's back. I'm assuming that's still the case... no matter what kind of rivalries are happening."
Pinkpaw blinked,” Maybe, but theirs more medicine cat apprentices than medicine cats, the apprentices are Caliapaw, Juniperpaw of Riverclan, and Shinefang of Skyclan, the full medicine cats are only Daydream of Shadowclan and Surgestorm of Windclan, she knew he was old so she assumed he didn’t know the current medicine cats. But- I’ve heard Daydream doesn’t trust Starclan, how do we know Caliapaw even believes in Starclan? She could simply be keeping her beliefs to herself.” She meowed.

[Tazzy]

Cloverkit tries to take it but her little legs couldn't take the extra weight, she falls to the ground getting smushed by shellkit. She then wiggles from under her and turns to see shellkit already up and ready for more, Cloverkit runs around her and bats at her tail with her front paw catching her by surprise.

Shellkit turned around as she felt her tail was batted by the other kit, surprise shown on her face. “Your quick” shellkit purred crouching down once more, keeping her gaze fixed on cloverkit waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

[lone]

(Any chance she can be unable to do her warrior duties for a few days with that gash?)
Chameleonvine sighed,” Fine. You can treat it, but I’m still going to be training Bingo, whether you like it or not. After all, Passionblaze assigned us yesterday for the dawn patrol on Windclan’s border. So I’m going.” She replied she never was a big fan of sitting back and letting other’s do things for her, and she wouldn’t admit it, but she didn’t believe Caliapaw was trained enough to know what she was doing. She gritted her teeth,” You sure you know what your doing. We wouldn’t be better off with Shinefang observing, or any medicine cat who has their full name.” She muttered.
"You're going to do whatever I tell you to do, because I know much more about this then you do." The medicine cat responded, her voice snappish and bitter as she spoke, anger showing in her eyes. She was beginning to dislike Chameleonvine. The warrior had come in for a checkup before - Caliapaw tried to remember her patients, and she especially remembered this one because she had been the first to be treated since Wheatfur had died - and Caliapaw had liked her much better then. The words that she was saying now stung the young medicine cat, and her already-low self-esteem took a hit. She's right. I DON'T know everything I'm doing, and we WOULD be better off with another medicine cat. Where's someone when you need them the most? She thought, the irritation from her own thoughts showing through in her expression. Right now, Caliapaw didn't have time to filter out expressions and thoughts and everything felt like it was showing right on her face. Still, she tried to gather herself as best she could as she placed another layer of cobwebs on the gash. "I'm going to put some marigold in those smaller cuts. You're not going to be able to do anything for a few days until that gash starts healing up some and even then, if you aren't careful, you're going to end up hurting yourself more. So unless you're stupid or incapable of following simple instructions, you'd better do what I say - whether you like it or not." The last part of her statement was more bitter then the rest, and spoken sarcastically, mimicking the other feline's words as she headed back to Rileyflower.

(sure)
Rileyflower nodded and she sat down she watched what the medicine cat was doing with curiosity her ear twitched and hissed it did sting but she kept still she sighed and looked at the med cat " sorry if ah came at a bad time sugar " she meowed her head hung a tad bit " but thank you " she added she looked around the den and sniffed the air still smelling the herbs her tail wrapped around her paws feeling a bit uncomfortable but was thankful none the less .
Placing a few more cobwebs on the wound, Caliapaw half-smiled at the warrior. "You're fine. Thank you for your patience." She was doing her best to be considerate, since Rileyflower was the only one making her job easy at the moment - Doepaw was scaring her, even though it wasn't necessarily his fault, and Chameleonvine was making it hard for her to want to treat the other feline. "You can go ahead and go. Take it easy for a few days and then come back and see me." She instructed, her pawsteps growing more urgent as she headed to Doepaw, just a little ways away. This was one of those times she wished she had Wheatfur with her still. How was she supposed to do this, and do it right, when she had no idea what she was doing in the first place? She wished all her patients could be as pleasant as Rileyflower, but lately... she'd had a couple of rough ones. Stonekit first, and now Chameleonvine. For the most part they were nice enough... but the ones who weren't reminded Caliapaw of why she had never been good in social situations. Cats could be cruel, and when they were, what did you say back?

[Lol, so many emotional roleplays happening, Doepaw's bleeding out in front of Caliapaw, and Fallen and Honey have reunited.

and if Doe was conscious he would smack Chameleonvine ]


His head hurt, but that was the only thing that hurt, everything else was, numb, but, it was like he was so cold that every thing was numb, not, oh, his whole body fell asleep. He could feel gentle prodding on his face and thigh, 'why?' he thought, where was he again? His eyes fluttered open, and he saw his sister, a panicked look on her face. He gave her a smile, a weak one, and tried to lift his paw, but, he was only able to lift it an inch off the ground. He wanted to pat her, cuff her, hug her, tell her that there was no need to worry, that everything was fine, but he didn't know what she was so stressed about. He then heard her talk, the pure panic that dripped from her desperate request. 'Stay awake? Why? I'm tired though, but, she asked me to, that means there's a reason for it.' he thought to himself. As soon as he opened his maw to give his sibling an answer, a sharp wave of pain encased him, he let out a pain soaked grunt and shifted, as if trying to run away from the searing stinging. He remembered why he was in here, he had remembered what he had done, and remembered just how bad things had gotten.

Doepaw grit his teeth, then let out a shriek of pain, moisture tickling the corners of his eyes. 'Think of Cali, be strong.' it rang in his head over and over and over again, he had made her beg for him to do something, that's not what a good brother would do. He laid his head on the dirt floor and gave Caliapaw a smile, his eyes half idled " Of course.." he heaved, pain burning in his ocean blue optics. "After, all...I promised to...go get her-herbs with you, right?" he laughed painfully, his vision fading, slowly getting darker. He was terrified, yes, but, he couldn't just leave her alone like this, who else was going to hug her when she needed it most, who else was going to joke around with her, make her smile, who else is going to help her realize that she's more than what she thinks she is? And he didn't plan on doing all of those for his sister in Starclan. This second, it was all bout her, he was a paitent, and he couldn't let her go through the emotional turmoil of loosing another paitent.

But it was so hard to stay awake.

Caliapaw hadn't even begun to learn everything she needed to. If she had, she would have been able to stop the bleeding quicker... all she knew about, however, was putting the cobwebs on to keep it from bleeding more. She hadn't learned about many of the herbs that were in there, and she was thankful that there hadn't been too many major things. StarClan help me... The she cat could see the bleeding was beginning to slow, the cobwebs were blocking it, maybe she was doing this... she could do this... but just hearing Doepaw's cry of pain was enough to make her doubt herself again. "That's right, you promised... you wouldn't want to go back on your promise, would you?" She asked, half-laughing and half-choked up with a lump in her throat, placed there from unshed tears, as she scanned the herb storage, looking desperately for anything that would ease her brother's pain. Deathberries. The round, red berries taunted her from their place, almost enough for her to wonder if she couldn't save him - was it going to be worth it?

Stop. No. I can't DO that, I've got to have help... do something... anything... he can't go to sleep yet, he can't, what if he doesn't wake up... There were some herbs that would ease the pain, but they'd make him sleepier. So Caliapaw continued looking until her gaze fell on some more seeds. Moving quickly, she grabbed a couple and pushed them in front of Doepaw, her eyes fixed desperately on him. "This is going to help, I promise. But you have to stay awake after you take them, okay? They shouldn't make you tired... I don't think... just keep talking to me, Doepaw. Tell me... what your mentor's like." She mewed, her brain racing for other topics of conversation just in case that one couldn't keep him occupied for long. This was happening. And it was happening quicker then she thought it would, which was what scared her. Everything about this scared her. But if she could save him, then all of the stress and doubt she was feeling right now would be worth it in the end - and she knew Wheatfur was watching out for her from StarClan. Surely, surely they wouldn't take Doepaw yet... would they?

[Seraphon]

2018 Okapi Lonestar23

Bingo was quiet as his mentor and his medicine cat had a slight... Disagreement for two reasons. One, he was still slitted shocked and sore from the battle with Leafshadow, and two, he honestly didn't know who's side to take. If I take my mentor's side I'll be disrespecting the medicine cat, he thought. But then he remembered, if I take Caliapaw's side I don't know if Chameleonvine will hate me or not... he decided to agree with who he, himself honestly thought was right. Caliapaw. Bingo turned to his mentor, still in slight shock, and mewed,"Chameleonvine... I-I think Caliapaw's right... I mean... What if the wound gets t-too bad...? W-what would h-happen then...?" He looked at his mentor with sad eyes and then at his medicine cat. He didn't know what he'd do without Chameleonvine. Probably die from being fussed over by Peachrain. He vowed to himself that he would most definately not let Chameleonvine overwork herself,"i-I'm staying here, in the medicine den with you!" He declared to his mentor, but then looked questioningly at Caliapaw's as if asking her permission.

[Leucos]

"You're going to do whatever I tell you to do, because I know much more about this then you do." The medicine cat responded, her voice snappish and bitter as she spoke, anger showing in her eyes. She was beginning to dislike Chameleonvine. The warrior had come in for a checkup before - Caliapaw tried to remember her patients, and she especially remembered this one because she had been the first to be treated since Wheatfur had died - and Caliapaw had liked her much better then. The words that she was saying now stung the young medicine cat, and her already-low self-esteem took a hit. She's right. I DON'T know everything I'm doing, and we WOULD be better off with another medicine cat. Where's someone when you need them the most? She thought, the irritation from her own thoughts showing through in her expression. Right now, Caliapaw didn't have time to filter out expressions and thoughts and everything felt like it was showing right on her face. Still, she tried to gather herself as best she could as she placed another layer of cobwebs on the gash. "I'm going to put some marigold in those smaller cuts. You're not going to be able to do anything for a few days until that gash starts healing up some and even then, if you aren't careful, you're going to end up hurting yourself more. So unless you're stupid or incapable of following simple instructions, you'd better do what I say - whether you like it or not." The last part of her statement was more bitter then the rest, and spoken sarcastically, mimicking the other feline's words as she headed back to Rileyflower.

(sure)

Placing a few more cobwebs on the wound, Caliapaw half-smiled at the warrior. "You're fine. Thank you for your patience." She was doing her best to be considerate, since Rileyflower was the only one making her job easy at the moment - Doepaw was scaring her, even though it wasn't necessarily his fault, and Chameleonvine was making it hard for her to want to treat the other feline. "You can go ahead and go. Take it easy for a few days and then come back and see me." She instructed, her pawsteps growing more urgent as she headed to Doepaw, just a little ways away. This was one of those times she wished she had Wheatfur with her still. How was she supposed to do this, and do it right, when she had no idea what she was doing in the first place? She wished all her patients could be as pleasant as Rileyflower, but lately... she'd had a couple of rough ones. Stonekit first, and now Chameleonvine. For the most part they were nice enough... but the ones who weren't reminded Caliapaw of why she had never been good in social situations. Cats could be cruel, and when they were, what did you say back?

Caliapaw hadn't even begun to learn everything she needed to. If she had, she would have been able to stop the bleeding quicker... all she knew about, however, was putting the cobwebs on to keep it from bleeding more. She hadn't learned about many of the herbs that were in there, and she was thankful that there hadn't been too many major things. StarClan help me... The she cat could see the bleeding was beginning to slow, the cobwebs were blocking it, maybe she was doing this... she could do this... but just hearing Doepaw's cry of pain was enough to make her doubt herself again. "That's right, you promised... you wouldn't want to go back on your promise, would you?" She asked, half-laughing and half-choked up with a lump in her throat, placed there from unshed tears, as she scanned the herb storage, looking desperately for anything that would ease her brother's pain. Deathberries. The round, red berries taunted her from their place, almost enough for her to wonder if she couldn't save him - was it going to be worth it?

Stop. No. I can't DO that, I've got to have help... do something... anything... he can't go to sleep yet, he can't, what if he doesn't wake up... There were some herbs that would ease the pain, but they'd make him sleepier. So Caliapaw continued looking until her gaze fell on some more seeds. Moving quickly, she grabbed a couple and pushed them in front of Doepaw, her eyes fixed desperately on him. "This is going to help, I promise. But you have to stay awake after you take them, okay? They shouldn't make you tired... I don't think... just keep talking to me, Doepaw. Tell me... what your mentor's like." She mewed, her brain racing for other topics of conversation just in case that one couldn't keep him occupied for long. This was happening. And it was happening quicker then she thought it would, which was what scared her. Everything about this scared her. But if she could save him, then all of the stress and doubt she was feeling right now would be worth it in the end - and she knew Wheatfur was watching out for her from StarClan. Surely, surely they wouldn't take Doepaw yet... would they?

Rileyflower smiled and nodded she stood back up to her paws she turned to leave the medicine cats den she was just at the entrance again and she looked over her shoulder her ears twitched she felt bad that caliapaw had to do this all herself surely they would have somebody to help her out right? Right? She frowned at that thought her tail flicked . does any body even say ' thank you' ? ah mean she does this all herself and she's doing her best! That's what matters .poor gal .. she shook her head and looked back at caliapaw
" thank you again sugar and ... ah am sorry that you have do this by yourself but if this will help I'm glad your our medicine cat " she meowed with a smile trying to atleast make caliapaw happy since she could just think about how ....difficult it could be . With that she existed the den.

[fresh]

[ Charmer ]

After a pitiful sleep filled with nightmares and injuries, Jaystorm awoke with a new thought. Morningblue. Her brother had crumpled her pride and reputation into a small, unsalvagable ball for the last time. First the rogue in the forest, and now the battle between an apprentice? With a deep growl, she stormed out of the nursery, leaving her kits behind with the other queens. Her mind in a fit of rage as well as her physical form, she stomped over to where Morningblue was, bristling. "You had no right to take over that battle between me and.. that apprentice! You think I can't take care of myself? Just because I had kits a few moons ago doesn't mean I'm still pregnant. I have regained my strength, Morningblue, trust me on that."

[Charmer]

[ Charmer ]

After a pitiful sleep filled with nightmares and injuries, Jaystorm awoke with a new thought. Morningblue. Her brother had crumpled her pride and reputation into a small, unsalvagable ball for the last time. First the rogue in the forest, and now the battle between an apprentice? With a deep growl, she stormed out of the nursery, leaving her kits behind with the other queens. Her mind in a fit of rage as well as her physical form, she stomped over to where Morningblue was, bristling. "You had no right to take over that battle between me and.. that apprentice! You think I can't take care of myself? Just because I had kits a few moons ago doesn't mean I'm still pregnant. I have regained my strength, Morningblue, trust me on that."

Morningblue had just returned from the dawn patrol. The markers were fresh now and there were no fresh signs of Windclan on their side of the border. He was relieved to be able to say that much. But even so, he was troubled. The surprise attack in the camp had left many Thunderclan warriors and apprentices injured and the clan itself weakened. Who could say if this was even the end of the war? He wouldn't put it past the rabbit chasers to strike again. Morningblue bared his teeth as he remembered the apprentice that had gone after the nursery. The nursery of all place! If that had been his apprentice, he'd have cuffed their ears clean off and had them running patrols until they dropped for behaving so dishonorably! Attack a queen with kits, and his sister no less. as if he had summoned her with his thoughts, the tabby shecat came storming out of the nursery, looking like she was ready to rake a cat to death. To his surprise, she stormed up to him and began shouting at him. Was she honestly angry at him for defending her in the battle?

"I have regained my strength, Morningblue, trust me on that."

Morningblue laid his ears flat against his head, and pointed with his paw at the bite mark on her back leg. "Have you though?" He asked in his, cool, even tone. He sat on his haunches and stared down at Jaystorm with and even gaze. "What exactly did you want me to do? Run off and find something else to do while the nursery was being attacked? While you were being attacked? While one of those rabbit chasers was in the den with your kits?" He flicked his tail, thumping it against clearing floor. "I did what any warrior would have done, Jay. Don't make this about your ego."

[Bandido]

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Thrushwing poked his head into the den, strangely, he felt like he was intruding. It had been awhile since he visited the Medicine Cat's den, the short memories of him being here returned and they were pretty much the same as any other cat's visit he assumed. "Caliapaw?" He mewed, but wasn't as loud as he usually spoke. Thrush had just returned from war that happened just outside the den, and so did others. In that sense, he didn't want to disturb extremely injured cats just for his tiny scratches compared to others. The large tabby stepped inside, lowering his head to the ground. "If you're too busy, I can just come back another time." He suggested, not wanting to delay waiting, more important patients.

(I'm sorry it's so short)

[Mango]

"You're going to do whatever I tell you to do, because I know much more about this then you do." The medicine cat responded, her voice snappish and bitter as she spoke, anger showing in her eyes. She was beginning to dislike Chameleonvine. The warrior had come in for a checkup before - Caliapaw tried to remember her patients, and she especially remembered this one because she had been the first to be treated since Wheatfur had died - and Caliapaw had liked her much better then. The words that she was saying now stung the young medicine cat, and her already-low self-esteem took a hit. She's right. I DON'T know everything I'm doing, and we WOULD be better off with another medicine cat. Where's someone when you need them the most? She thought, the irritation from her own thoughts showing through in her expression. Right now, Caliapaw didn't have time to filter out expressions and thoughts and everything felt like it was showing right on her face. Still, she tried to gather herself as best she could as she placed another layer of cobwebs on the gash. "I'm going to put some marigold in those smaller cuts. You're not going to be able to do anything for a few days until that gash starts healing up some and even then, if you aren't careful, you're going to end up hurting yourself more. So unless you're stupid or incapable of following simple instructions, you'd better do what I say - whether you like it or not." The last part of her statement was more bitter then the rest, and spoken sarcastically, mimicking the other feline's words as she headed back to Rileyflower.

(sure)

Placing a few more cobwebs on the wound, Caliapaw half-smiled at the warrior. "You're fine. Thank you for your patience." She was doing her best to be considerate, since Rileyflower was the only one making her job easy at the moment - Doepaw was scaring her, even though it wasn't necessarily his fault, and Chameleonvine was making it hard for her to want to treat the other feline. "You can go ahead and go. Take it easy for a few days and then come back and see me." She instructed, her pawsteps growing more urgent as she headed to Doepaw, just a little ways away. This was one of those times she wished she had Wheatfur with her still. How was she supposed to do this, and do it right, when she had no idea what she was doing in the first place? She wished all her patients could be as pleasant as Rileyflower, but lately... she'd had a couple of rough ones. Stonekit first, and now Chameleonvine. For the most part they were nice enough... but the ones who weren't reminded Caliapaw of why she had never been good in social situations. Cats could be cruel, and when they were, what did you say back?

Caliapaw hadn't even begun to learn everything she needed to. If she had, she would have been able to stop the bleeding quicker... all she knew about, however, was putting the cobwebs on to keep it from bleeding more. She hadn't learned about many of the herbs that were in there, and she was thankful that there hadn't been too many major things. StarClan help me... The she cat could see the bleeding was beginning to slow, the cobwebs were blocking it, maybe she was doing this... she could do this... but just hearing Doepaw's cry of pain was enough to make her doubt herself again. "That's right, you promised... you wouldn't want to go back on your promise, would you?" She asked, half-laughing and half-choked up with a lump in her throat, placed there from unshed tears, as she scanned the herb storage, looking desperately for anything that would ease her brother's pain. Deathberries. The round, red berries taunted her from their place, almost enough for her to wonder if she couldn't save him - was it going to be worth it?

Stop. No. I can't DO that, I've got to have help... do something... anything... he can't go to sleep yet, he can't, what if he doesn't wake up... There were some herbs that would ease the pain, but they'd make him sleepier. So Caliapaw continued looking until her gaze fell on some more seeds. Moving quickly, she grabbed a couple and pushed them in front of Doepaw, her eyes fixed desperately on him. "This is going to help, I promise. But you have to stay awake after you take them, okay? They shouldn't make you tired... I don't think... just keep talking to me, Doepaw. Tell me... what your mentor's like." She mewed, her brain racing for other topics of conversation just in case that one couldn't keep him occupied for long. This was happening. And it was happening quicker then she thought it would, which was what scared her. Everything about this scared her. But if she could save him, then all of the stress and doubt she was feeling right now would be worth it in the end - and she knew Wheatfur was watching out for her from StarClan. Surely, surely they wouldn't take Doepaw yet... would they?
2018 Okapi Lonestar23

Bingo was quiet as his mentor and his medicine cat had a slight... Disagreement for two reasons. One, he was still slitted shocked and sore from the battle with Leafshadow, and two, he honestly didn't know who's side to take. If I take my mentor's side I'll be disrespecting the medicine cat, he thought. But then he remembered, if I take Caliapaw's side I don't know if Chameleonvine will hate me or not... he decided to agree with who he, himself honestly thought was right. Caliapaw. Bingo turned to his mentor, still in slight shock, and mewed,"Chameleonvine... I-I think Caliapaw's right... I mean... What if the wound gets t-too bad...? W-what would h-happen then...?" He looked at his mentor with sad eyes and then at his medicine cat. He didn't know what he'd do without Chameleonvine. Probably die from being fussed over by Peachrain. He vowed to himself that he would most definately not let Chameleonvine overwork herself,"i-I'm staying here, in the medicine den with you!" He declared to his mentor, but then looked questioningly at Caliapaw's as if asking her permission.
She wasn’t too pleased that Bingo was on her side,” Since we have no allies that are full medicine cats. I won’t trust you fully until Zerosight hauls his old paws out of his den to check on my wounds.” She muttered,” Yet I know your doing your best and I’m proud of you for that.” She meowed.

[fresh]

Morningblue had just returned from the dawn patrol. The markers were fresh now and there were no fresh signs of Windclan on their side of the border. He was relieved to be able to say that much. But even so, he was troubled. The surprise attack in the camp had left many Thunderclan warriors and apprentices injured and the clan itself weakened. Who could say if this was even the end of the war? He wouldn't put it past the rabbit chasers to strike again. Morningblue bared his teeth as he remembered the apprentice that had gone after the nursery. The nursery of all place! If that had been his apprentice, he'd have cuffed their ears clean off and had them running patrols until they dropped for behaving so dishonorably! Attack a queen with kits, and his sister no less. as if he had summoned her with his thoughts, the tabby shecat came storming out of the nursery, looking like she was ready to rake a cat to death. To his surprise, she stormed up to him and began shouting at him. Was she honestly angry at him for defending her in the battle?

"I have regained my strength, Morningblue, trust me on that."

Morningblue laid his ears flat against his head, and pointed with his paw at the bite mark on her back leg. "Have you though?" He asked in his, cool, even tone. He sat on his haunches and stared down at Jaystorm with and even gaze. "What exactly did you want me to do? Run off and find something else to do while the nursery was being attacked? While you were being attacked? While one of those rabbit chasers was in the den with your kits?" He flicked his tail, thumping it against clearing floor. "I did what any warrior would have done, Jay. Don't make this about your ego."
[ oh dear. jay is about to explode. ]

The tom's cool tone only infuriated the she-cat more. "You think a bite mark is going to kill me? Every warrior gets injured in battle!" Had her fur not covered it up, Jaystorm would've been bright red with anger, tak twitching furiously and eyes blazing. At the last sentence she stopped dead, her eyes growing menacing. "My... my ego? Please tell me you're kidding." Just because she had kits didn't mean she had become one! A whisker from leaving her brother in the dust, Jay forced herself to stay still, trying to go to her happy place.

[Charmer]

[ oh dear. jay is about to explode. ]

The tom's cool tone only infuriated the she-cat more. "You think a bite mark is going to kill me? Every warrior gets injured in battle!" Had her fur not covered it up, Jaystorm would've been bright red with anger, tak twitching furiously and eyes blazing. At the last sentence she stopped dead, her eyes growing menacing. "My... my ego? Please tell me you're kidding." Just because she had kits didn't mean she had become one! A whisker from leaving her brother in the dust, Jay forced herself to stay still, trying to go to her happy place.

(I can tell. Lol! Morningblue is kind of manipulative. See how he's trying to invalidate what she's feeling? he's smart and it's not always a good thing.)

Morningblue narrowed his eyes, staying perfectly still and calm as he replied. "The way you were fighting, you're lucky it was only a bite. Throwing yourself in front of a charging cat like that was reckless. You'd have scolded an apprentice for acting that way." He closed his eyes and took a breath, softening his voice all the more as he added. "There's nothing wrong with being out of practice, Jaystorm. You've been recuperating and tending to your kits the last couple of moons. I've been training in preparation for this war with Windclan. I'm not going to apologize for defending my clan and my kin."

[fresh]

(I can tell. Lol! Morningblue is kind of manipulative. See how he's trying to invalidate what she's feeling? he's smart and it's not always a good thing.)

Morningblue narrowed his eyes, staying perfectly still and calm as he replied. "The way you were fighting, you're lucky it was only a bite. Throwing yourself in front of a charging cat like that was reckless. You'd have scolded an apprentice for acting that way." He closed his eyes and took a breath, softening his voice all the more as he added. "There's nothing wrong with being out of practice, Jaystorm. You've been recuperating and tending to your kits the last couple of moons. I've been training in preparation for this war with Windclan. I'm not going to apologize for defending my clan and my kin."
BOOM. she's done.
<~>

Her eyes widening with disbelief, she shook her head wildly. "R-R-Recuperating? Out of practice?" Jaystorm spluttered, raising her head once more to look him in the eye. "The way I was fighting?" Standing up and snarling, barely even knowing what to say, the queen stormed off, infuriated. She knew his tricks. He was trying to shove the blame on her. It wasn't working. Jay knew that he wasn't going to apologize, and so what? What he'd done hurt. And it didn't matter that they were siblings. She wouldn't forgive him iuntil he apologized. And if an apprentice did what she did, she wouldn't scold them. She'd tell them how brave they were, and teach them how to do it better, by say, moving out of the way at the end.

[Charmer]

BOOM. she's done.
<~>

Her eyes widening with disbelief, she shook her head wildly. "R-R-Recuperating? Out of practice?" Jaystorm spluttered, raising her head once more to look him in the eye. "The way I was fighting?" Standing up and snarling, barely even knowing what to say, the queen stormed off, infuriated. She knew his tricks. He was trying to shove the blame on her. It wasn't working. Jay knew that he wasn't going to apologize, and so what? What he'd done hurt. And it didn't matter that they were siblings. She wouldn't forgive him iuntil he apologized. And if an apprentice did what she did, she wouldn't scold them. She'd tell them how brave they were, and teach them how to do it better, by say, moving out of the way at the end.


(He feels zero regret)
Morningblue watched her stammer and storm off, still as a grown oak on a windless day. When she was out of sight, he sighed. Bowing his head as if it were heavy with the weight of bearing her feelings. He hadn't said anything to her that wasn't true. She'd see that soon enough. He wouldn't need an apology either. It was understandable that felt upset now. She wasn't thinking clearly. She'd see that he'd done right by her. She was his sister. His only family. Well, not anymore, he supposed. Either way, she'd realize she was wrong soon enough. He stood and headed coolly toward the freshkill pile, opting to leave it. It looked just big enough for the queens and elders. Instead, he slunk into the warriors den, intending to hunt after a short rest.

[fresh]

(He feels zero regret)
Morningblue watched her stammer and storm off, still as a grown oak on a windless day. When she was out of sight, he sighed. Bowing his head as if it were heavy with the weight of bearing her feelings. He hadn't said anything to her that wasn't true. She'd see that soon enough. He wouldn't need an apology either. It was understandable that felt upset now. She wasn't thinking clearly. She'd see that he'd done right by her. She was his sister. His only family. Well, not anymore, he supposed. Either way, she'd realize she was wrong soon enough. He stood and headed coolly toward the freshkill pile, opting to leave it. It looked just big enough for the queens and elders. Instead, he slunk into the warriors den, intending to hunt after a short rest.
{ even I want to explode at this lol }

Peeking back inside the camp, Jaystorm sprinted for the nursery and curled up beside her kits, fully intent on staying away from her brother. How many times do I have to say it? I can take care of myself! She sighed, more than upset with her sibling, who she knew would never apologize to her no matter what. I bet he thinks I'm in the wrong here. That I'll be the one apologizing. Boy, is he wrong. Laying her tail over her nose neatly, Jaystorm tried to doze off, but sleep didn't come. She was too worked up for sleep. Rolling over to the other side, trying not to squish the kits, the feline layed her head on the mossy bracken with a sigh of discontent.

[Ivyfeather]

Ivypaw stepped out of the apprentices den, stretching her forepaws first then her hind legs. Her long fluffy tail curled tightly over her back as she stretched. She stood back up and sat down at the end of the den, looking for her mentor, Eagleflower. As she looked, she thought about her first real training session as an apprentice. She couldn't wait to be strong enough to fight for and protect her Clan! She tucked her chin and licked the fur on her chest to smooth herself out. "I hate that my fur is so fluffy! I'll look like a kit forever!" she thought as she tried to smooth her coat.


Megan

[Barnabas]

Ivypaw stepped out of the apprentices den, stretching her forepaws first then her hind legs. Her long fluffy tail curled tightly over her back as she stretched. She stood back up and sat down at the end of the den, looking for her mentor, Eagleflower. As she looked, she thought about her first real training session as an apprentice. She couldn't wait to be strong enough to fight for and protect her Clan! She tucked her chin and licked the fur on her chest to smooth herself out. "I hate that my fur is so fluffy! I'll look like a kit forever!" she thought as she tried to smooth her coat.


Megan

Eagleflower shook her pelt out as she made her way out of the warriors den. The molly stretched the front half of her body from the sleep that still hung inside them. Eagleflower looked around the clearing, spotting her apprentice. She walked over to Ivypaw, limping a bit since the battle, but she knew that she would be able to train her apprentice still, because no injury will cause Eagleflower from doing her warrior duties.

[lone]

Lonestar23

Thrushwing poked his head into the den, strangely, he felt like he was intruding. It had been awhile since he visited the Medicine Cat's den, the short memories of him being here returned and they were pretty much the same as any other cat's visit he assumed. "Caliapaw?" He mewed, but wasn't as loud as he usually spoke. Thrush had just returned from war that happened just outside the den, and so did others. In that sense, he didn't want to disturb extremely injured cats just for his tiny scratches compared to others. The large tabby stepped inside, lowering his head to the ground. "If you're too busy, I can just come back another time." He suggested, not wanting to delay waiting, more important patients.

(I'm sorry it's so short)

After she was through putting the marigold on Chameleonvine, Caliapaw was about to head back to Doepaw - when another cat stepped inside. "Find somewhere to sit, I'll be with you in a minute." She mewed, her voice strained from trying to keep from stressing out. She already felt like she was struggling to keep up... right now she had three patients in the den, a young apprentice who she should probably have checked out as well, and there was no telling when she would have more cats coming in.

2018 Okapi Lonestar23

Bingo was quiet as his mentor and his medicine cat had a slight... Disagreement for two reasons. One, he was still slitted shocked and sore from the battle with Leafshadow, and two, he honestly didn't know who's side to take. If I take my mentor's side I'll be disrespecting the medicine cat, he thought. But then he remembered, if I take Caliapaw's side I don't know if Chameleonvine will hate me or not... he decided to agree with who he, himself honestly thought was right. Caliapaw. Bingo turned to his mentor, still in slight shock, and mewed,"Chameleonvine... I-I think Caliapaw's right... I mean... What if the wound gets t-too bad...? W-what would h-happen then...?" He looked at his mentor with sad eyes and then at his medicine cat. He didn't know what he'd do without Chameleonvine. Probably die from being fussed over by Peachrain. He vowed to himself that he would most definately not let Chameleonvine overwork herself,"i-I'm staying here, in the medicine den with you!" He declared to his mentor, but then looked questioningly at Caliapaw's as if asking her permission.
She wasn’t too pleased that Bingo was on her side,” Since we have no allies that are full medicine cats. I won’t trust you fully until Zerosight hauls his old paws out of his den to check on my wounds.” She muttered,” Yet I know your doing your best and I’m proud of you for that.” She meowed.
"She doesn't need to stay here. Unless she refuses to rest." Caliapaw mewed to Bingo, leaving Doepaw's side to return to put marigold on Chameleonvine's smaller cuts. The warrior would be fine - as long as she wasn't too stubborn. It was a good thing Rileyflower had left already, otherwise the den would have been much more crowded. "This is going to sting. Keep still." The she cat ordered, before picking up another marigold leaf. There wasn't much left... and there were way too many patients who would be coming in. What would Wheatfur do in this situation? She thought, chewing the marigold leaves and dripping them into the cuts. Her gaze kept flickering over to Doepaw, who was hopefully going to take the seeds she had given him - and would stay awake. Caliapaw really wished she had some help now. She wished it wasn't just her against what felt like the rest of the Clan. How many more cats were going to come in here before the day was over... and how many of them were going to be related to her?

[Mauve]

"Emberwing? That's a pretty name! It suits you, too, cause you're really pretty!" Even though Emberwing's outline was blurry, and it was hard to see her, what Brightkit could see certainly looked pretty, and a cat with a name like Emberwing was bound to be absolutely gorgeous! For her, pretty cats got pretty names, mean cats had mean-sounding names, and nice cats had nice sounding names. She had always thought her name suited her as well, although her Mother hadn't named her to fit her personality. Sometimes she wondered if her Mom had secretly known what she was going to be like, and named her accordingly, though that would be impossible.

"Oh no, I have friends to play with! They're just busy, you know, making other friends and stuff! Some of them are older so they've got training to do, or they have to hunt or something, but sometimes they'll come into the nursery and tell me stories when they aren't busy! Isn't that cool?" Brightkit asked, talking at top speed, her blue eye twinkling happily the whole time. Anytime she spoke of her friends, it made her quite a bit happier then she normally would be. With friends like them, she didn't feel like she would ever have true bullies again! Oh sure, sometimes there was the occasional mean cat who would make cruel remarks on her sight, or something else about her, but she brushed those aside as lonely remarks made by the cats who didn't really have friends.

So of course they needed to tease her, because that was the only way they knew how to ask her to be friends! It all made sense to the calico, but of course, lots of things made sense to her that just wouldn't to any other cat. "What about you? Don't you have friends to play with too? Or hunt or patrol with or whatever it is you do? Because if you don't, I will ABSOLUTELY be your friend! And if you do I'll STILL be your friend!" The she cat chirped happily, watching Emberwing with her good eye gleaming in a friendly manner. She had never been the best at holding back, and didn't seem to get the fact that she could scare someone off by acting the way that she did. After all, who could possibly be scared of someone who just wanted to be friends?


(Agh I am so sorry that this was delayed! Please forgive me!)

A bemused expression glittered across Emberwing's face, her eyes lighting up in joy at Brightkit's obvious excitement for, well, everything. The kit reminded her a bit of her younger self - full of life, excited at making a new friend, getting to know the rest of her Clanmates. Since she could remember, she'd had a burning ambition to become leader of the Clan at some point, and to do that she knew she would need to learn each cat by their individual name. To her, a leader was suppose to know the ins and outs of her Clan, so the second Emberwing became apprenticed, she made it a goal to mingle with each cat in the Clan, old and new. Looking down upon Brightkit, the warrior couldn't help by smile; it was like time traveling in a mirror to her.

"Well that is definitely cool! Perhaps soon you'll be joining them and have stories of your own to tell them?" she perked, twitching her ears and widening her eyes in excitement. She noticed how energetic the young she-kit was and knew it would come in handy during her future training. Despite her apparent difficulty with sigh, Emberwing had a feeling it would only encourage Brightkit to work harder to prove herself to her Clanmates. "ThunderClan territory is rich with history and new stories just waiting to be discovered," Emberwing continued, nodding as she spoke. "Maybe you'll be the first to tell a story of a new kind. The expeditions of Brightkit!"

A laugh shook Emberwing's shoulders as the russet-furred feline purred, whiskers twitching in amusement. At Brightkit's question about what she was currently doing, a small pang struck her. Right now, most of her warrior friends had an apprentice and were out training. It was something she longed to join them in, but she was a relatively new warrior, and was sure that Snowstar was just waiting until she was a bit older before assigning her an apprentice. "I was out earlier," she mewed, glancing towards the entrance of camp before looking back at the kitten, "but I'm staying in for a bit. Most of my friends are out with their apprentices training right now. I would love to be your friend though!" she purred, tail curling up as she smiled down at the young kit.

[Mango]

After she was through putting the marigold on Chameleonvine, Caliapaw was about to head back to Doepaw - when another cat stepped inside. "Find somewhere to sit, I'll be with you in a minute." She mewed, her voice strained from trying to keep from stressing out. She already felt like she was struggling to keep up... right now she had three patients in the den, a young apprentice who she should probably have checked out as well, and there was no telling when she would have more cats coming in.



"She doesn't need to stay here. Unless she refuses to rest." Caliapaw mewed to Bingo, leaving Doepaw's side to return to put marigold on Chameleonvine's smaller cuts. The warrior would be fine - as long as she wasn't too stubborn. It was a good thing Rileyflower had left already, otherwise the den would have been much more crowded. "This is going to sting. Keep still." The she cat ordered, before picking up another marigold leaf. There wasn't much left... and there were way too many patients who would be coming in. What would Wheatfur do in this situation? She thought, chewing the marigold leaves and dripping them into the cuts. Her gaze kept flickering over to Doepaw, who was hopefully going to take the seeds she had given him - and would stay awake. Caliapaw really wished she had some help now. She wished it wasn't just her against what felt like the rest of the Clan. How many more cats were going to come in here before the day was over... and how many of them were going to be related to her?
Chameleonvine grunted,” I’ll stay in camp. I can’t guarentee I’ll rest, I’m young. I’ll probably end up doing apprentice duties or something to occupy myself and spend some energy.” She meowed, she flicked her tail,” You look like you need another pair of paws, maybe you could ask Zerosight for some spare paws.” She muttered.

[Ivyfeather]

Eagleflower shook her pelt out as she made her way out of the warriors den. The molly stretched the front half of her body from the sleep that still hung inside them. Eagleflower looked around the clearing, spotting her apprentice. She walked over to Ivypaw, limping a bit since the battle, but she knew that she would be able to train her apprentice still, because no injury will cause Eagleflower from doing her warrior duties.

Ivypaw's heart rate quickened as she saw her mentor, mentally trying to calm herself so she didn't look too eager. "Hi Eagleflower! I'm ready for training today! Could we start with battle training?" she asked eagerly, not hiding her excitement. Ivypaw couldn't wait to use her muscles so that they ripple under her pelt like the warriors' muscles did. She flexed her claws out and dug them into the ground in a poor attempt to hide her excitement.

[Radler]

Leopardpaw trotted into the clearing, her short fur bristling slightly against the bite of the cold outside of the clearing. Oh how she longed to have long hair like her adopted sister whenever leaf-bare came around. The kept to the outskirts of the clearing, hoping no one would notice her returning from her little expedition out in Thunderclan's territory. She slunk past the few cats in the clearing and dropped her tiny shrew on the fresh-kill pile, turning her back on it as her stomach grumbled from hunger. Leopardpaw glanced around the clearing, spotting her sister meowing animatedly to her long-haired mentor. Leopardpaw wandered if her own mentor had recovered enough for them to train today. Though, Leopardpaw wouldn't mind much if Honeyflower hadn't, for once Leopardpaw felt unburdened by excess energy, and on a day like this, curling up in the apprentices den would keep her equally as warm as a training session.

[Seraphon]

Chameleonvine grunted,” I’ll stay in camp. I can’t guarentee I’ll rest, I’m young. I’ll probably end up doing apprentice duties or something to occupy myself and spend some energy.” She meowed, she flicked her tail,” You look like you need another pair of paws, maybe you could ask Zerosight for some spare paws.” She muttered.
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Bingo nodded and smiled,"you can help me check the elders for ticks!" He mewed, half-jokingly.

Block of the writers ;-;)

[Tazzy]

Foxkit crouched down, using a nest to hide herself. She was practicing her hunters crouch and talking technique on Crookedkit. With a flick of her tail and a purr of laughter she leaped out sailing over the younger kit “Hi! Did I surprise you?” Fox asked, spinning around and facing him.
Megan

[Barnabas]

Foxkit crouched down, using a nest to hide herself. She was practicing her hunters crouch and talking technique on Crookedkit. With a flick of her tail and a purr of laughter she leaped out sailing over the younger kit “Hi! Did I surprise you?” Fox asked, spinning around and facing him.
Megan

Crookedkit pushed Foxkit away from him with a playful chuckle. His tail curled over his back as he batted at her ear with claes tucked inside. "A little bit, but not too much." replied the tom with a small laugh. 'She surprised me alright,' thought Crookedkit, not wanting to show that he was scared.

[Tazzy]

Crookedkit pushed Foxkit away from him with a playful chuckle. His tail curled over his back as he batted at her ear with claes tucked inside. "A little bit, but not too much." replied the tom with a small laugh. 'She surprised me alright,' thought Crookedkit, not wanting to show that he was scared.

“Are you suuure?” She asked as she ducked from his batting, a playful smile on her maw. Fox batted at his tail in turn with sheathed claws “I think I did more then just alittle.” She added laughing

[Random Melody]

"Do you have any idea how worried I've been!?!"
"Moooooom," Bubblestep tried dodging the shower of licks her mother was giving her. "I'm fine really! Look at me, I'm okay!"
"You're covered in dirt is what you are!" Flowerclaw continued to lick her daughter furiously, trying to remove every spot of dirt."
"When was the last time you ate?" Jayfur, her stepfather, came forward with a shrew.
"I wasn't starving myself!" Bubblestep backed away and shook out her fur. "Look, Mom, Dad, would you guys calm down! I'm not dying!"
"We thought you were dead!" Bubblestep's ears shot up, and she turned to see Turtlesong and Nightshade behind her.
"Nightshade is right, Bubble," Turtlesong was giving her a furious glare "we've thought you were dead for moons now! I thought I was never going to see you again and I didn't know why. How do you think that made us feel?"
Bubblestep blinked, her ears going back. She hadn't thought about that. It made her feel ten times worse. "I'm...sorry," She sighed, lowering her head. "I didn't mean for any of this."

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

Snowstar watched anxiously, not far away, claws sinking into the ground before sheathing again quickly. She frowned at the glares Bubblestep was receiving. Sure, she'd given everyone a scare, but... She was alive. She was okay. She was back. Didn't that matter? Suddenly, the she-cat found herself moving forward and before even she registered what was happening she had wrapped her paws around Bubblestep and pulled her into a hug.

[Stario&Co.]

Snowstar watched anxiously, not far away, claws sinking into the ground before sheathing again quickly. She frowned at the glares Bubblestep was receiving. Sure, she'd given everyone a scare, but... She was alive. She was okay. She was back. Didn't that matter? Suddenly, the she-cat found herself moving forward and before even she registered what was happening she had wrapped her paws around Bubblestep and pulled her into a hug.



Bubble's head shot up in surprise. If there was one thing she wasn't expecting, it was this. "S...Snowstar...?" She leaned her neck back to get a closer looker at her leader. She..she wasn't angry "I-I don't understand, why aren't you mad?"

[wolfie]

[ open ]

The apprentice seem to be in a worst mood than usual. Which wasn't good, his eyes seem to scan the camp before grumbling. His name? Wolfpaw. His fur was black, while his eyes were a golden color while his appearance look more like a wolf in a way. A cat shouldn't look like a wolf! He thought, even in his head he could hear spite. Staying out of his mentor's way was one of his problems while Wolfpaw had family ones. In general, he had just a pile of small problems that built to be a big one. He closed his eyes with a huff. He knew he shouldn't loathe around in camp, he could be doing something useful. Yet Wolfpaw did that. I mean, he did just get back from his trip to the outskirts. His heart ached a little when no one had greeted him back, did they even notice him gone? His ears lowered, when his face turn into a scowl. "Good. Only makes it easier on me." Wolfpaw grumbled out loud, unhappily.

[Random Melody]

Bubble's head shot up in surprise. If there was one thing she wasn't expecting, it was this. "S...Snowstar...?" She leaned her neck back to get a closer looker at her leader. She..she wasn't angry "I-I don't understand, why aren't you mad?"



"I- I'm just glad you're okay, you're back," Snowstar managed to choke out a soft laugh, blinking back the tears filling her eyes and pulling away from the hug, reluctantly, after a moment. "I've really missed you."

[Stario&Co.]

"I- I'm just glad you're okay, you're back," Snowstar managed to choke out a soft laugh, blinking back the tears filling her eyes and pulling away from the hug, reluctantly, after a moment. "I've really missed you."



"I've missed you too, a lot, but..." Bubblestep glanced back at her family. "Can I talk to you? In private."

[lone]

Chameleonvine grunted,” I’ll stay in camp. I can’t guarentee I’ll rest, I’m young. I’ll probably end up doing apprentice duties or something to occupy myself and spend some energy.” She meowed, she flicked her tail,” You look like you need another pair of paws, maybe you could ask Zerosight for some spare paws.” She muttered.
Lonestar23)

Bingo nodded and smiled,"you can help me check the elders for ticks!" He mewed, half-jokingly.

Block of the writers ;-;)
The she cat's ears folded backwards at Chameleonvine's remark. She was doing fine! She absolutely didn't need someone else's help (not at someone else's suggestion, anyways) and she would have preferred the she cat to mind her own business. "Yeah. Well, if you don't rest, then you're going to end up in here for longer and I don't think either of us want that... so I suggest you find some non-strenuous work to occupy your time." The medicine cat remarked, before turning away from the she cat and her young apprentice. "You both can go." Bingo looked okay, from where she was - the wounds were fairly small and he wasn't in danger of bleeding out. Besides, Caliapaw needed some space - she was stressed out about Doepaw, and worried that she wasn't doing her job well enough, and hoping that this would slow up sometime soon.

(ending it here)

[lone]

(Agh I am so sorry that this was delayed! Please forgive me!)

A bemused expression glittered across Emberwing's face, her eyes lighting up in joy at Brightkit's obvious excitement for, well, everything. The kit reminded her a bit of her younger self - full of life, excited at making a new friend, getting to know the rest of her Clanmates. Since she could remember, she'd had a burning ambition to become leader of the Clan at some point, and to do that she knew she would need to learn each cat by their individual name. To her, a leader was suppose to know the ins and outs of her Clan, so the second Emberwing became apprenticed, she made it a goal to mingle with each cat in the Clan, old and new. Looking down upon Brightkit, the warrior couldn't help by smile; it was like time traveling in a mirror to her.

"Well that is definitely cool! Perhaps soon you'll be joining them and have stories of your own to tell them?" she perked, twitching her ears and widening her eyes in excitement. She noticed how energetic the young she-kit was and knew it would come in handy during her future training. Despite her apparent difficulty with sigh, Emberwing had a feeling it would only encourage Brightkit to work harder to prove herself to her Clanmates. "ThunderClan territory is rich with history and new stories just waiting to be discovered," Emberwing continued, nodding as she spoke. "Maybe you'll be the first to tell a story of a new kind. The expeditions of Brightkit!"

A laugh shook Emberwing's shoulders as the russet-furred feline purred, whiskers twitching in amusement. At Brightkit's question about what she was currently doing, a small pang struck her. Right now, most of her warrior friends had an apprentice and were out training. It was something she longed to join them in, but she was a relatively new warrior, and was sure that Snowstar was just waiting until she was a bit older before assigning her an apprentice. "I was out earlier," she mewed, glancing towards the entrance of camp before looking back at the kitten, "but I'm staying in for a bit. Most of my friends are out with their apprentices training right now. I would love to be your friend though!" she purred, tail curling up as she smiled down at the young kit.
"Ooh, yeah! I bet I could tell the best stories, and - oh! You know what else? When I have an apprentice of my own, I can tell them stories! They'll get to learn all about my apprenticeship and my kithood and all of that stuff! Isn't that cool, Emberwing? When you have an apprentice are you going to tell them those stories?"

The she cat asked, bouncing up and down on her small, soft paws. Brightkit was one of the most energetic kits in the nursery - sometimes other kits had trouble keeping up with her, which was why she was alone now. Of course, the she cat had a lot of friends in general, but they would sometimes "disappear" for a while, leaving the young feline wondering what had happened... what she might have done if they were there... and eventually bounding away to find a new friend. This was where she was now, talking to Emberwing, because her other friends were busy or not able to play with her at the moment. She loved making new friends, and the young warrior seemed like the perfect playmate for what had been a slow morning. "You would?" The young she cat cocked her head to the side, just for a second, as though she was trying to get a better look at Emberwing before she jumped up and gave a mew of pleasure.

"Yay! So now that we're friends, you wanna play moss-ball? I mean, I'd play with you even if you weren't my friend, but since you are, it's going to be way more fun! Ooh, or we could play hide and seek... or tag... or something like that! Or, or we could pretend that we're BOTH warriors? Or you could show me some of your warrior moves?"

Brightkit suggested, her tail twitching back and forth happily as she glanced up with her good eye at the older cat. Emberwing was being surprisingly patient with Brightkit - not all warriors were as understanding and sweet towards the younger feline. There were times she tended to be just too much for the cats around her. And there were other times when she tended to have a positive influence on those around her. It all depended on who you were, and what your opinion was on this sweet, energetic young she cat.

[Blueberry]

Goldenstream paded out of the warrior’s den refreshed after a good sleep. She looked up. Great starclan! she thought. I’ve slept half the day away! She turned quickly and headed twords the apprentice den, Poking her head inside. “Fernpaw!” She hissed. “Fernpaw we need to do some battle training!” Tazzy.

[Tazzy]

Goldenstream paded out of the warrior’s den refreshed after a good sleep. She looked up. Great starclan! she thought. I’ve slept half the day away! She turned quickly and headed twords the apprentice den, Poking her head inside. “Fernpaw!” She hissed. “Fernpaw we need to do some battle training!” Tazzy.

Fernpaw poked her head out of her nest “Yes Goldenstream!” She exclaimed happily climbing out of her nest. She rushed out of the den and stood next to her mentor waiting for her to lead the way, bouncing from paw to paw excitedly.

[Blueberry]

Fernpaw poked her head out of her nest “Yes Goldenstream!” She exclaimed happily climbing out of her nest. She rushed out of the den and stood next to her mentor waiting for her to lead the way, bouncing from paw to paw excitedly.
“Do you think you could keep up if we ran?” Goldenstream asked her exited apprentice. Goldenstream also felt that she had enough energy to run around the entire forest twice. She was so exited to have an apprentice as sweet and energetic as Fernpaw.

[Tazzy]

“Do you think you could keep up if we ran?” Goldenstream asked her exited apprentice. Goldenstream also felt that she had enough energy to run around the entire forest twice. She was so exited to have an apprentice as sweet and energetic as Fernpaw.

“Of course I can!” Fern purred, she could barely contain her excitement. She get to run to training! She wanted to show off her speed to her mentor, make her proud so. She paced around Goldenstream ready to go.

[wolfie]

[ Lonestar23 I didn't know if you want me to start yet, if no then just ignore this ^^ ]

Snowpaw limped into his the Medince den, avoiding any other patient's direct gaze. His body ached with pain, however he felt numb against it. It was the least of his problems. He shouldn't have been surprised, he should have at least heard the Shadowclan warrior. His wounds weren't lethal, luckily. A apprentice had joined in before it could get any worst, Snowpaw still had to thank them. If he ever could. He lean gently against the wall, standing out like a black sheep in the herd. He was still replaying it in his head, his face turned into a scowl that was rarely there. The tom was hesitant to even be here, Caliapaw had worst injures to deal with. Only his left side was scratched up, his right shoulder however was worst than that. Snowpaw could still heal the yowl of the Windclan and Shadowclan's leaders. He had been so worried about the war, thinking about it and when it happened.. he was blank. He had no idea of what to do. Snowpaw knew he wasn't a great fighter by long shot, it didn't mean he wasn't that bad. Soon his shoulder pain became too much to just ignore, he fidgeted a little in discomfort and pain.

[Blueberry]

“Of course I can!” Fern purred, she could barely contain her excitement. She get to run to training! She wanted to show off her speed to her mentor, make her proud so. She paced around Goldenstream ready to go.
“Ok then.” Goldenstream said. “Let’s go!” And with that the mentor and apprentice pelted into the forest in the direction of the training hollow.

[NightWarrior4Life]

HarmonyBlade stepped carefully into the nursery where his mate was curled protectively over her two kits. She was a little uneasy at first because she could smell thousands of WindClan cats and another scent closer by that was a bit strange. "HarmonyBlade...what's going on out there?"
"It's okay VelvetNight, everything is sorted. No WindClan cats are going to harm you..." He comforted her, his voice just louder than a whisper. "But someone important has come to see you." VelvetNight sat up curiously as ShineFlower stepped inside the den. "This is ShineFlower. Take a good look at her." Even the kits were curious now, sniffing the grey Molly and running around her paws. "She's very much like ShineKit isn't she?" VelvetNight commented, completely oblivious to what her mate was hinting at. HarmonyBlade and ShineFlower looked at eachother and smiled, trying to hold back a laugh. "ShineFlower, this is your mother."
"What?" VelvetNight shrieked.
"Nice to meet you mother...after all these seasons..."
"ShineFlower! Oh, it's been so long my darling! You've grown up to be a beautiful she-cat..." the long haired queen rambled on.
"Who are these little guys?" The young warrior laughed, licking a Tuxedo kit between the ears.
"Oh. That's Overkit you've got there and that one over there is ThundraKit. They're your half siblings. Mine and another Tom's named CrispLeaf."
"I see..." ShineFlower fliched as Thundrakit pounced on her tail. Then her father interrupted. "I guess you need to get going now...you can find your way back okay?" The ginger warrior seemed anxious to get his daughter out of his clan but waited patiently for the two to say their goodbyes.
"Please...may we meet at the border soon? Bring Gleam and Acorn!" VelvetNight seemed sad but understood everything.

[Charmer]

{ even I want to explode at this lol }

Peeking back inside the camp, Jaystorm sprinted for the nursery and curled up beside her kits, fully intent on staying away from her brother. How many times do I have to say it? I can take care of myself! She sighed, more than upset with her sibling, who she knew would never apologize to her no matter what. I bet he thinks I'm in the wrong here. That I'll be the one apologizing. Boy, is he wrong. Laying her tail over her nose neatly, Jaystorm tried to doze off, but sleep didn't come. She was too worked up for sleep. Rolling over to the other side, trying not to squish the kits, the feline layed her head on the mossy bracken with a sigh of discontent.

The day had gone on as normal. Jaystorm had spent much of it in the nursery, Morningblue had hunted and brought back a starling and a scrawny old jay. Better than nothing. He hadn't seen Jaystorm since she stormed off. It was alright by him if she felt like she needed her space. She'd find him when she was ready to talk again. That's how it went. Still, she'd need freshkill at some point. He nosed his way to the middle of the pile and pulled out a vole. She liked vole, right? He picked it up in his jaws, padded into the nursery and saw her there. Wordlessly he laid the vole near her and turned to leave.

[fresh]

The day had gone on as normal. Jaystorm had spent much of it in the nursery, Morningblue had hunted and brought back a starling and a scrawny old jay. Better than nothing. He hadn't seen Jaystorm since she stormed off. It was alright by him if she felt like she needed her space. She'd find him when she was ready to talk again. That's how it went. Still, she'd need freshkill at some point. He nosed his way to the middle of the pile and pulled out a vole. She liked vole, right? He picked it up in his jaws, padded into the nursery and saw her there. Wordlessly he laid the vole near her and turned to leave.
The musky aroma of vole awoke the queen, arousing her to where she opened her eyes and looked around. A faint rustling and a vein of a scent trail told her that her brother was coming. As he wordlessly dropped the vole at her paws and turned to leave, Jaystorm glared at him. "So that's it? You're waiting for me to apologize?" Despite the hunger gnawing in the pit of her stomach, she refused to take a bite until she had heard his response.

[Charmer]

The musky aroma of vole awoke the queen, arousing her to where she opened her eyes and looked around. A faint rustling and a vein of a scent trail told her that her brother was coming. As he wordlessly dropped the vole at her paws and turned to leave, Jaystorm glared at him. "So that's it? You're waiting for me to apologize?" Despite the hunger gnawing in the pit of her stomach, she refused to take a bite until she had heard his response.

Morningblue turned as his sister spoke to him, his whiskers twitching as she picked up on the fact that she was still unhappy. He turned to look at her. "No," he answered coolly. "But I still don't understand why you expect me to. Thunderclan's camp was invaded and I defended the kits and queens in the nursery. Where exactly in that did I do something other than what any warrior would have done?"

[fresh]

Morningblue turned as his sister spoke to him, his whiskers twitching as she picked up on the fact that she was still unhappy. He turned to look at her. "No," he answered coolly. "But I still don't understand why you expect me to. Thunderclan's camp was invaded and I defended the kits and queens in the nursery. Where exactly in that did I do something other than what any warrior would have done?"
"You say that, and yet the only queen you protected was me." Shrugging, she glared at him once more, eyes laced with anger. Fighting to keep her cool, the she-cat looked him in his eyes, searching them. She knew his tricks. He was trying to put this all on her. But she wouldn't let him.

[Charmer]

"You say that, and yet the only queen you protected was me." Shrugging, she glared at him once more, eyes laced with anger. Fighting to keep her cool, the she-cat looked him in his eyes, searching them. She knew his tricks. He was trying to put this all on her. But she wouldn't let him.

Morningblue flattened his ears, averting his steely gaze. She was right. This hadn't been about protecting the nursery at all. It had been about protecting Jaystorm. That's what it had been about all along. Since they were kits in the nursery, she he had wanted to make sure his sister was safe. He looked at her again. "And what exactly is the matter with protecting my kin? Spottedflower and Juniperclaw are gone. You... your kits...you're all I have left. And with Rosebelly gone..." Morningblue stopped, suddenly realizing that he was rasing his voice. That never happened, he was too even-keeled. But in Rosebelly, he had finally felt like he had a friend in his clan. Now she was gone. Vanished. Without so much as a goodbye. He took a breath, sitting straight and plastering on his composed an calm demeanor that he wore like a mask, watching her reaction after his outburst.

[Fuzzy]

Constellation

Creampaw, a multi colored molly, starched in the week leaf-bare sun. She ruffled her fur as a cold breeze swept though the trees of ThunderClan. This was her home, she was born and raised her and she would, did, fight for it. She had the scratches to prove it to. Well they were more like scars know and they weren't that bad but still. The molly ran her yellowish green eyes over the clearing looking for one cat, Featherspeckle, her mentor. She'd like to do some training or just hang out with the older molly. Creampaw looked up to the white and brown molly and respected her. Sadly she didn't see her at the moment. She might still be in her nest. Or out on patrol. She thought sitting down with a thump. Creampaw probably just didn't spot her mentor, she didn't look for long, just glanced around. Nothing more.

(Oh my I've got writer's block again.)

[Tundra]

Charmer
~°~
Tigerdawn staggered into camp. She coughed and flicked her tail. "Stupid WindClan." She felt blood trickling down her side.
She had been badly wounded while fighting a WindClan warrior named Bumblebreeze. The she-cat sat near the edge of camp. She was well aware that she could only see out of one eye. I have an apprentice too... She scolded herself for being to dumb in battle. Its what any warrior would've done though... I couldn't let those poor apprentices be murdered. The screeching of the battle rang in her ears, the battle replaying in her mind until it was too much. She let out a yowl and raked her claws through the air, as if she was fighting a cat.
Tigerdawn reminded herself that the battle was over. The warrior felt so weak. I'm surprised that I haven't died yet... She expected to fall over and never wake up during the battle,
yet somehow she was still standing. Thank you StarClan...

[Radler]

Watching the pale sun's being dragged through the sky grew boring, and quickly. Leopardpaw rose from her position on the far side of the fresh-kill pile, opening her mouth to scent the air, and through the tantalising scent of food and overwhelming musk of the Thunderclan collective, Leopardpaw recognized her mentors scent and her ears swivelled, wondering where exactly Honeyflower was.

Fuzzyfeline

[Fuzzy]

Watching the pale sun's being dragged through the sky grew boring, and quickly. Leopardpaw rose from her position on the far side of the fresh-kill pile, opening her mouth to scent the air, and through the tantalising scent of food and overwhelming musk of the Thunderclan collective, Leopardpaw recognized her mentors scent and her ears swivelled, wondering where exactly Honeyflower was.

Fuzzyfeline
(XD I'm haft asleep right know, so if I just stop replying, that's why.)

Honeyflower, spotted Leopardpaw and padded over. The ginger and white molly hadn't got used to Clan life fully but still had an apprentice. "Ready for some training?" She asked as she came to stand in front of her apprentice. This formal rouge was lucky to be entrusted with an apprentice though some of her Clanmates didn't think she should. So e thought she should still be a rouge but she proved that she was loyal in the battle. To some of them.

[Radler]

(XD I'm haft asleep right know, so if I just stop replying, that's why.)

Honeyflower, spotted Leopardpaw and padded over. The ginger and white molly hadn't got used to Clan life fully but still had an apprentice. "Ready for some training?" She asked as she came to stand in front of her apprentice. This formal rouge was lucky to be entrusted with an apprentice though some of her Clanmates didn't think she should. So e thought she should still be a rouge but she proved that she was loyal in the battle. To some of them.

(Lol, I know that feeling!)

"Definately," Leopardpaw affirmed, standing up a little bit straighter. Even though she was nearing the end of her apprenticeship, she always felt like she had something to prove to her clanmates, and she wanted to her best for Honeyflower too. Her mentor had gone through a lot of struggles, similar to the struggles Leopardpaw feared she would face if she vocalised her uncertainties about clan life. Leopardpaw circled around to stand at the ginger and white she-cats side, looking up at her mentor with expectant aqua eyes. She felt the energy return to her paws along with the realisation she would be leaving camp again.

[Charmer]

Charmer
~°~
Tigerdawn staggered into camp. She coughed and flicked her tail. "Stupid WindClan." She felt blood trickling down her side.
She had been badly wounded while fighting a WindClan warrior named Bumblebreeze. The she-cat sat near the edge of camp. She was well aware that she could only see out of one eye. I have an apprentice too... She scolded herself for being to dumb in battle. Its what any warrior would've done though... I couldn't let those poor apprentices be murdered. The screeching of the battle rang in her ears, the battle replaying in her mind until it was too much. She let out a yowl and raked her claws through the air, as if she was fighting a cat.
Tigerdawn reminded herself that the battle was over. The warrior felt so weak. I'm surprised that I haven't died yet... She expected to fall over and never wake up during the battle,
yet somehow she was still standing. Thank you StarClan...

As Cherrydawn and Skyfeather returned to the ruins of the Thunderclan camp, her hear sank in her chest looking at all the damage. Cats were injured and waiting to be seen by Caliapaw, blood speckled the floor of the clearing. But something else caught her eye: her mentor stood in the clearing, looking like she could drop from weakness any moment. Cherrydawn rushed up to her. “Tigerdawn! Tigerdawn, are you-“ as she came closer to the warrior, she froze in shock. The fur on her old mentor’s face was marred with blood, and one of her eyes was missing. “Oh Tigerdawn...” the ginger and white warrior breathed, trying to get a grip on her shock.

[dionysus]

Flashpaw loitered in the clearing, relaxing in a pool of sunlight. His tail flicked back and forth as it always did when he was lying down. The bengal apprentice could never lay completely still. He didn't know where any of his friends were and wasn't too worried. Training had distanced them and they didn't hang out as much anymore. The young tom sluggishly blinked his eyes, closing them for moments at a time before slowly opening them again. He was facing the edge of the clearing ,stretched out on his side, and couldn't see the center. Flashpaw wasn't in the best of moods, but he hoped a short nap would fix that.

Mystical

[Fuzzy]

(Lol, I know that feeling!)

"Definately," Leopardpaw affirmed, standing up a little bit straighter. Even though she was nearing the end of her apprenticeship, she always felt like she had something to prove to her clanmates, and she wanted to her best for Honeyflower too. Her mentor had gone through a lot of struggles, similar to the struggles Leopardpaw feared she would face if she vocalised her uncertainties about clan life. Leopardpaw circled around to stand at the ginger and white she-cats side, looking up at her mentor with expectant aqua eyes. She felt the energy return to her paws along with the realisation she would be leaving camp again.
(I'm back! I had band practice today along with church.)

Honeyflower smiled. "Let's go then." She purred flick her tail singling for Leopardpaw to follow her out of camp. As she did she head off. Once she was out of camp she glanced back to see of her apprentice was following. She expected that she was since she was so ken to head out, so she didn't worry. "Is there anything you want to work on to day?" The molly asked as she walked.

(Oh my that's short! Uh still got writer's block.)

[Tundra]

Tigerdawn smiled when Cherrydawn came up to her. "Cherrydawn, are you alright?" She asked with a puff. The warrior sat down and drew her tail near her side. "Cherrydawn... I..." Tigerdawn got to her paws. She opened her jaws to speak, but staggered. "I... I'll" The cat failed to keep herself up and let herself collapse. She kept her gaze fixed on Cherrydawn. Cherrydawn...
Don't worry... I'll be..." Tigerdawn's eyes closed and her head hit the ground. Her sides moved as she drew in breaths of air. Her breathing began to slow down with each few seconds that passed.

[Radler]

Honeyflower smiled. "Let's go then." She purred flick her tail singling for Leopardpaw to follow her out of camp. As she did she head off. Once she was out of camp she glanced back to see of her apprentice was following. She expected that she was since she was so ken to head out, so she didn't worry. "Is there anything you want to work on to day?" The molly asked as she walked.

Leopardpaw felt excited by her mentors question, because even though she was at the age she should be trying to become a warrior, she knew she had a lot to learn. After eavesdropping on older warriors talking about the Thunderclan Windclan war, there was one move especially she wanted to learn properly. "The leap and hold?" Leopardpaw blurted out, "Or maybe some escapes for if I get pinned down? I heard some warriors talking about that... and I don't think if I got pinned down that I would be able to get myself out, I don't feel like I'm strong enough."

[Cosmo]

Flashpaw loitered in the clearing, relaxing in a pool of sunlight. His tail flicked back and forth as it always did when he was lying down. The bengal apprentice could never lay completely still. He didn't know where any of his friends were and wasn't too worried. Training had distanced them and they didn't hang out as much anymore. The young tom sluggishly blinked his eyes, closing them for moments at a time before slowly opening them again. He was facing the edge of the clearing ,stretched out on his side, and couldn't see the center. Flashpaw wasn't in the best of moods, but he hoped a short nap would fix that.

Mystical


Aspenpaw padded out of the apprentices den, ready to do something that was actually exciting. As much as she loved to keep herself well groomed and look at the flowers that grew around camp she was bored. Very bored. She didn't know why, she was usually happy and doing something that would get her into trouble. But then again her friend group was almost always around. She was rather upset, because she had assumed that when she was an apprentice she would be closer with her friends. But since Aspenpaw had become an apprentice she had actually seen less and less of her friends. She took a deep breath, trying to smell them despite the many smells of many different cats. Suddenly, she smelled a familiar scent. Flashpaw! The molly looked frantically around and caught sight of him lying down in a tired position. He didn't seem like he should be bothered, but Aspenpaw was bored. She could stay around him while he took a nap. Or maybe he was just being lazy. Padding up to him Aspenpaw spoke, "Flashpaw!"

[Mauve]

"Ooh, yeah! I bet I could tell the best stories, and - oh! You know what else? When I have an apprentice of my own, I can tell them stories! They'll get to learn all about my apprenticeship and my kithood and all of that stuff! Isn't that cool, Emberwing? When you have an apprentice are you going to tell them those stories?"

The she cat asked, bouncing up and down on her small, soft paws. Brightkit was one of the most energetic kits in the nursery - sometimes other kits had trouble keeping up with her, which was why she was alone now. Of course, the she cat had a lot of friends in general, but they would sometimes "disappear" for a while, leaving the young feline wondering what had happened... what she might have done if they were there... and eventually bounding away to find a new friend. This was where she was now, talking to Emberwing, because her other friends were busy or not able to play with her at the moment. She loved making new friends, and the young warrior seemed like the perfect playmate for what had been a slow morning. "You would?" The young she cat cocked her head to the side, just for a second, as though she was trying to get a better look at Emberwing before she jumped up and gave a mew of pleasure.

"Yay! So now that we're friends, you wanna play moss-ball? I mean, I'd play with you even if you weren't my friend, but since you are, it's going to be way more fun! Ooh, or we could play hide and seek... or tag... or something like that! Or, or we could pretend that we're BOTH warriors? Or you could show me some of your warrior moves?"

Brightkit suggested, her tail twitching back and forth happily as she glanced up with her good eye at the older cat. Emberwing was being surprisingly patient with Brightkit - not all warriors were as understanding and sweet towards the younger feline. There were times she tended to be just too much for the cats around her. And there were other times when she tended to have a positive influence on those around her. It all depended on who you were, and what your opinion was on this sweet, energetic young she cat.


Another purr rattled Emberwing's chest as she swept her fluffy tail across the ground behind her. It was truly a pleasure to watch Brightkit coming up with idea after idea, and certainly a young kit like that would be a great addition to the already training apprentices ThunderClan had. "Yes, I can't wait to tell all of my stories to my future apprentice. There are definitely some good ones!" The thought alone made the warrior happy, and she envisioned the day Snowstar would finally entrust her with the training of a future ThunderClan warrior. Oh, how exciting that will be! she thought, getting lost for a bit in her own mind. I'll make sure they're the best warrior even StarClan has ever seen!

Bringing her attention back to Brightkit, who danced eagerly on tiny paws before her, Emberwing chuckled. "I would love to play. We can do whichever game you want!" she offered the kit, crouching down so she was at eye level with the younger feline. "We can always do them all! Though, I'm not sure if we'll have time." She wasn't sure of Snowstar or Passionblaze would want her for an evening patrol later, but she figured whatever games they didn't get to today, could be saved for another slow morning. "But we can try to play as many as we can!" She lifted her plume off the ground and waved it energetically overhead, ears pricked and alert for Brightkit's answer.

The truth be told, Emberwing had been relatively lonely the past few moons. Sure, she had friends, and was well known among the Clan, but she didn't have one thing that all her friends seemed to have; an apprentice. So when they were all resting in the warriors' den after a long day of group training, and were exchanging stories of teaching battle moves or hunting crouches, the russet warrior couldn't chime in. Still, she listened intently, if only to improve her chances of being a great mentor when her time finally did come.

[dionysus]

Aspenpaw padded out of the apprentices den, ready to do something that was actually exciting. As much as she loved to keep herself well groomed and look at the flowers that grew around camp she was bored. Very bored. She didn't know why, she was usually happy and doing something that would get her into trouble. But then again her friend group was almost always around. She was rather upset, because she had assumed that when she was an apprentice she would be closer with her friends. But since Aspenpaw had become an apprentice she had actually seen less and less of her friends. She took a deep breath, trying to smell them despite the many smells of many different cats. Suddenly, she smelled a familiar scent. Flashpaw! The molly looked frantically around and caught sight of him lying down in a tired position. He didn't seem like he should be bothered, but Aspenpaw was bored. She could stay around him while he took a nap. Or maybe he was just being lazy. Padding up to him Aspenpaw spoke, "Flashpaw!"

A glossy brown ears perked at the sound of a familiar voice calling out a name. Flashpaw sat halfway up and pricked the other ear, turning his head to follow the sound. His golden eyes landed on Aspenpaw and the bengal gave her a friendly smile. He wasn’t really in the mood for company, but he didn’t want to hurt Aspenpaw’s feelings. Besides, it wasn’t her fault that he was grumpy. Flashpaw was just... going through something. It was hard to explain, even to himself. He just hadn’t felt like himself lately. Pretending to be cheerful and mischievous for the sake of his friends didn’t seem likely to help and was not appealing to the striped tom. “Hey, Aspenpaw. He greeted with as much cheer as he could muster, praying to the Starclan he hardly believed in that she wouldn’t ask him what was the matter. One of the worst things was when cats pestered him to find out what was wrong with him only to get angry when he couldn’t provide them an answer.

[Charmer]

Tigerdawn smiled when Cherrydawn came up to her. "Cherrydawn, are you alright?" She asked with a puff. The warrior sat down and drew her tail near her side. "Cherrydawn... I..." Tigerdawn got to her paws. She opened her jaws to speak, but staggered. "I... I'll" The cat failed to keep herself up and let herself collapse. She kept her gaze fixed on Cherrydawn. Cherrydawn...
Don't worry... I'll be..." Tigerdawn's eyes closed and her head hit the ground. Her sides moved as she drew in breaths of air. Her breathing began to slow down with each few seconds that passed.

"Tigerdawn!" as her former mentor collapsed, Cherrydawn rushed forward, laying a paw protectively over her shoulder. "You're going to be ok. Just hang on." Cherrydawn looked around frantically for help from someone. Anyone! Skyfeather? Caliapaw? She turned back to Tigerdawn, licking the wounds she could reach. "You're going to be ok," she promised again, as desperation rose withing her. "What could she do? She was no medicine cat.

[Blueberry]

Larkpaw walked out of the apprentice den, she had a great nap, and she wanted to explore the territory, she decided that it would be an adveture. Larkpaw wanted to hunt where no apprentice had hunted before. 2018 Okapi

[Mango]

Larkpaw walked out of the apprentice den, she had a great nap, and she wanted to explore the territory, she decided that it would be an adveture. Larkpaw wanted to hunt where no apprentice had hunted before. 2018 Okapi
Poppypaw a tabby molly stalked into the apprentice den flicking her tail to and fro, she saw Larkpaw and gave a small bounce,” Hello Larkpaw.” She purred, she had finished battle training and was ready for more fun. Larkpaw could be her source of fun.” (She probably won’t leave the territory just a note, she may be adventurous and stuff, but she’s loyal too)

[Blueberry]

Poppypaw a tabby molly stalked into the apprentice den flicking her tail to and fro, she saw Larkpaw and gave a small bounce,” Hello Larkpaw.” She purred, she had finished battle training and was ready for more fun. Larkpaw could be her source of fun.” (She probably won’t leave the territory just a note, she may be adventurous and stuff, but she’s loyal too)
(That’s ok because larkpaw wouldn’t go out of the territory anyways)
“Come on we are going to find a new place to hunt in our territory!” Larkpaw said. “We can go in the part of the territory that cat’s rarely hunt in!” Larkpaw meowed exitedly.

[Mango]

(That’s ok because larkpaw wouldn’t go out of the territory anyways)
“Come on we are going to find a new place to hunt in our territory!” Larkpaw said. “We can go in the part of the territory that cat’s rarely hunt in!” Larkpaw meowed exitedly.
Poppypaw purred,” Alright. But they probably don’t hunt their because the prey doesn’t go their.” She laughed after all she was eight moons old, the age where she thought she knew everything.

[Blueberry]

Poppypaw purred,” Alright. But they probably don’t hunt their because the prey doesn’t go their.” She laughed after all she was eight moons old, the age where she thought she knew everything.
“Or maybe,” larkpaw speculated. “They hunted all the prey from there. And they didn’t find anymore in that area, but there might be a hidden glade where there is lots of prey! Maybe we can find it and bring back a big heap of prey!”

[Cosmo]

A glossy brown ears perked at the sound of a familiar voice calling out a name. Flashpaw sat halfway up and pricked the other ear, turning his head to follow the sound. His golden eyes landed on Aspenpaw and the bengal gave her a friendly smile. He wasn’t really in the mood for company, but he didn’t want to hurt Aspenpaw’s feelings. Besides, it wasn’t her fault that he was grumpy. Flashpaw was just... going through something. It was hard to explain, even to himself. He just hadn’t felt like himself lately. Pretending to be cheerful and mischievous for the sake of his friends didn’t seem likely to help and was not appealing to the striped tom. “Hey, Aspenpaw. He greeted with as much cheer as he could muster, praying to the Starclan he hardly believed in that she wouldn’t ask him what was the matter. One of the worst things was when cats pestered him to find out what was wrong with him only to get angry when he couldn’t provide them an answer.


Aspenpaw cocked her head at the unusual mood of her friend. He was usually very peppy and mischievous. He was acting that way, but something was different. She couldn't help but notice a rather melancholic air about him. She opened her mouth to comment on it but than closed her mouth again. Over the time that she had known Flashpaw she had learned that he did not particularly like it when cats pestered him about what was wrong. So instead she decided that she could ask him in a way that seemed as if she hadn't noticed. A casual greeting. Aspenpaw had learned how to sneak what she meant into not hurtful words while listening to the conversations of older cats. She didn't call it eavesdropping, but with the mischief that she got up to it very well could have been. "How are you today?" She asked pleasantly, acting as if she hadn't noticed that he didn't seem normal.

[lone]

[ Lonestar23 I didn't know if you want me to start yet, if no then just ignore this ^^ ]

Snowpaw limped into his the Medince den, avoiding any other patient's direct gaze. His body ached with pain, however he felt numb against it. It was the least of his problems. He shouldn't have been surprised, he should have at least heard the Shadowclan warrior. His wounds weren't lethal, luckily. A apprentice had joined in before it could get any worst, Snowpaw still had to thank them. If he ever could. He lean gently against the wall, standing out like a black sheep in the herd. He was still replaying it in his head, his face turned into a scowl that was rarely there. The tom was hesitant to even be here, Caliapaw had worst injures to deal with. Only his left side was scratched up, his right shoulder however was worst than that. Snowpaw could still heal the yowl of the Windclan and Shadowclan's leaders. He had been so worried about the war, thinking about it and when it happened.. he was blank. He had no idea of what to do. Snowpaw knew he wasn't a great fighter by long shot, it didn't mean he wasn't that bad. Soon his shoulder pain became too much to just ignore, he fidgeted a little in discomfort and pain.
The blonde she cat turned around, stressed as she heard pawsteps entering the den. Oh… that’s just… perfect. Closing her eyes for a moment, Caliapaw took a deep breath and then approached her brother, swallowing hard in order to keep from yelling at him. She wanted to yell at both of them for being stupid, and taking on fights they couldn’t handle. Or at least, Doepaw had. Snowpaw looked like he was going to be okay, this was something she could deal with. ”Don’t move. I’m coming right back.” These instructions were aimed at Thrushwing, before she examined Snowpaw’s side and shoulder. She’d stop the bleeding first. Then she would fix it up for infection. And in the end, everything would be fine. ”Well, you’re lucky it’s not too bad. At least you were smart enough to get out of there quicker.” The battle was rough, Caliapaw already knew that. She had never fought in a battle. She’d come pretty close to having a fight, but as far as a real battle went, she had no experience with that. She wished she was better at it. Grabbing some cobwebs from the herb storage, and eyeing her supply doubtfully, Caliapaw placed them on the bleeding spots. Snowpaw’s right shoulder was worse-looking than his side. With luck, she’d fix it so that he wouldn’t be stuck with a permanant limp - but with the luck she’d been having recently, he just might be stuck with a limp.

[Mango]

“Or maybe,” larkpaw speculated. “They hunted all the prey from there. And they didn’t find anymore in that area, but there might be a hidden glade where there is lots of prey! Maybe we can find it and bring back a big heap of prey!”
Poppypaw purred,” Maybe. Though I’m not one of those apprentices to hunt in Riverclan territory, even though they don’t eat the land prey.” She teased happily.

[Blueberry]

Poppypaw purred,” Maybe. Though I’m not one of those apprentices to hunt in Riverclan territory, even though they don’t eat the land prey.” She teased happily.
“ha ha ha” larkpaw teased, “I wouldn’t go near the river if I was a fish!”

[Mango]

“ha ha ha” larkpaw teased, “I wouldn’t go near the river if I was a fish!”
She laughed,” That’s fair. Though it wouldn’t be too hard to cross a frozen river.” She smirked.

[Blueberry]

She laughed,” That’s fair. Though it wouldn’t be too hard to cross a frozen river.” She smirked.
“Well I’m not gonna risk it! No way am I getting my paws wet” larkpaw remarked

[fresh]

Morningblue flattened his ears, averting his steely gaze. She was right. This hadn't been about protecting the nursery at all. It had been about protecting Jaystorm. That's what it had been about all along. Since they were kits in the nursery, she he had wanted to make sure his sister was safe. He looked at her again. "And what exactly is the matter with protecting my kin? Spottedflower and Juniperclaw are gone. You... your kits...you're all I have left. And with Rosebelly gone..." Morningblue stopped, suddenly realizing that he was rasing his voice. That never happened, he was too even-keeled. But in Rosebelly, he had finally felt like he had a friend in his clan. Now she was gone. Vanished. Without so much as a goodbye. He took a breath, sitting straight and plastering on his composed an calm demeanor that he wore like a mask, watching her reaction after his outburst.
Witnessing the outburst of emotion from her brother practically made her heart melt. It was fairly rare to witness him in such a state, and when he did, you could tell he was being genuine. The she-cat nuzzled him, feeling ever-so sorry for Morningblue. He's lost everything he ever loved. The least I can do is accept that he wants to be protective of me. "It's okay. You've lost everything. I can't fathom the pain you feel." No, she still wouldn't apologize, but that didn't mean she wasn't moved by his emotion. As far as she was concerned, she still had a right to be mad at him for crushing her pride and dignity.

[Mango]

“Well I’m not gonna risk it! No way am I getting my paws wet” larkpaw remarked
Poppypaw smiled,” Well ice isn’t that wet.” She teased lightly.

[Blueberry]

Poppypaw smiled,” Well ice isn’t that wet.” She teased lightly.
“But ice can break!” Larkpaw protested. “And I don’t wanna swim in freezing water if it does!”

[Mango]

“But ice can break!” Larkpaw protested. “And I don’t wanna swim in freezing water if it does!”
She strugged,” Okay then.” She chuckled. I’d do that to be able to carry all of Riverclan’s prey back to camp.

[Lemonkit]

The yellow she kit was confused,where was she? How did she get there? What would she do? Was this the dangeruos clan territory loners had told her about? Lemon knew her two legs wouldn't be there to help her,so she walked towards the giant forest.

[Blueberry]

She strugged,” Okay then.” She chuckled. I’d do that to be able to carry all of Riverclan’s prey back to camp.
“Somewhere in our territory, maybe on the far side of the territory. By the shadowclan border.” Larkpaw said flicking her tail twords the camp entrance. “We better get going Though.”

[Mango]

“Somewhere in our territory, maybe on the far side of the territory. By the shadowclan border.” Larkpaw said flicking her tail twords the camp entrance. “We better get going Though.”
Poppypaw shrugged,” Yeah I guess we better.” She trotted towards the border.

[Blueberry]

Poppypaw shrugged,” Yeah I guess we better.” She trotted towards the border.
Larkpaw flashed past. “Bet I can beat you there!” Larkpaw teased.

[wolfie]

The blonde she cat turned around, stressed as she heard pawsteps entering the den. Oh… that’s just… perfect. Closing her eyes for a moment, Caliapaw took a deep breath and then approached her brother, swallowing hard in order to keep from yelling at him. She wanted to yell at both of them for being stupid, and taking on fights they couldn’t handle. Or at least, Doepaw had. Snowpaw looked like he was going to be okay, this was something she could deal with. ”Don’t move. I’m coming right back.” These instructions were aimed at Thrushwing, before she examined Snowpaw’s side and shoulder. She’d stop the bleeding first. Then she would fix it up for infection. And in the end, everything would be fine. ”Well, you’re lucky it’s not too bad. At least you were smart enough to get out of there quicker.” The battle was rough, Caliapaw already knew that. She had never fought in a battle. She’d come pretty close to having a fight, but as far as a real battle went, she had no experience with that. She wished she was better at it. Grabbing some cobwebs from the herb storage, and eyeing her supply doubtfully, Caliapaw placed them on the bleeding spots. Snowpaw’s right shoulder was worse-looking than his side. With luck, she’d fix it so that he wouldn’t be stuck with a permanant limp - but with the luck she’d been having recently, he just might be stuck with a limp.

His eyes flickered somewhere else, staying rather quiet. Snowpaw looked back at her. He was half hoping she wouldn't notice him. However she did, it was too late to just leave. Not without Caliapaw yowling at him. "I guess?" The tom replied, it was quieter than usual. He couldn't help but try to see if she was injured. It was hard not to think about it. With Wheatfur's death, he didn't want that to happen to Caliapaw. No one, really. However Snowpaw tried to not make it that obvious which only made it more obvious. His eyes seem rather dull, worn out from the war. He didn't bother with much small talk. Snowpaw sucked in his teeth when she placed the cobwebs on his wounds. The pain stung, something he would never get use to. "Ow.." He muttered under his breath, almost inaudibly. He didn't think much about his shoulder or wounds. He didn't exactly care about much as he should. Snowpaw was careless with his wounds, no doubt. "Are you injured?" He soon blurted out, Snowpaw didn't find any wounds. Not any that he could see anyway. Even if it wasn't his job he still wanted to know. The sentence slipped out, he didn't actually want her to know. His mind went straight to that she would think that he saw her as defenseless. Even if he kind of did.

[Mango]

Megan
Monarchstep liked his paws and smiled he was enjoying his day minding his own business.

[Barnabas]

Megan
Monarchstep liked his paws and smiled he was enjoying his day minding his own business.

Heatherdream walked out of the nursery after visiting the kits and queen's. She had always wanted to be a mother in the nursery with kits sleeping beside her. At this point she would do anything to have kits and nothing can stop her from trying to live her dream. Heatherdream saw her first victim, walking over to Monarchstep. "Hello!" she meowed with a flutter of her eyes.

[Mango]

Heatherdream walked out of the nursery after visiting the kits and queen's. She had always wanted to be a mother in the nursery with kits sleeping beside her. At this point she would do anything to have kits and nothing can stop her from trying to live her dream. Heatherdream saw her first victim, walking over to Monarchstep. "Hello!" she meowed with a flutter of her eyes.
Monarchstep never knew why she-cats actually flirted with him, he’d be happy to let them get pregnant so long as he didn’t hate them. He flicked his tail,” Hello.” He replied casually.