ThunderClan: Life Before 2020's Fire

[EmberMoon ☆NightClan★]

Sparkkit fell over on a thorn and mewed


SunPelt Carefuly Liftid up Sparkkit and Looked Over ther pelt to see if The Thorn got stuck in ther Side

[Mistyfoot⚜]

Snipkit was on his own little adventure in the ThunderClan clearing. The brown and white kit was currently crouched a few tail-lengths away from a shiny black beetle that was skittering along the ground. He waggled his haunches, preparing to pounce, when the beetle flew at him. Startled, the young kit yelped and fell back onto his butt. The beetle flew away, and the kit looked around to see if anyone had seen that. He spotted a familiar apprentice and darted over to her. "Hi, Burnetpaw!" he exclaimed. He saw the vole in front of her, and his green eyes went wide. "Ooh, did you catch it? It's so big!!" he squeaked. He looked back up at her expectantly.

"Why hello, Snipkit!" Burnetpaw chirped. She loved the little kit. She felt like she could really express herself around them, because they wouldn't care what she said. Burnetpaw stood up and padded over to the bouncing bundle of joy. She nudged him to help him find his balance after tumbling around. "I didn't catch this, but I bet an apprentice did! He was probably so excited!" Burnetpaw grinned. She really didn't know who caught it, but she wanted to get Snipkit excited to be an apprentice. Burnetpaw bent down a bit to be eye level with Snipkit. "When you're an apprentice, you will have a mentor that will teach all you need to know to be the best warrior ever!" Burnetpaw marveled. She beamed at the kitten.

[Freesia]

"Why hello, Snipkit!" Burnetpaw chirped. She loved the little kit. She felt like she could really express herself around them, because they wouldn't care what she said. Burnetpaw stood up and padded over to the bouncing bundle of joy. She nudged him to help him find his balance after tumbling around. "I didn't catch this, but I bet an apprentice did! He was probably so excited!" Burnetpaw grinned. She really didn't know who caught it, but she wanted to get Snipkit excited to be an apprentice. Burnetpaw bent down a bit to be eye level with Snipkit. "When you're an apprentice, you will have a mentor that will teach all you need to know to be the best warrior ever!" Burnetpaw marveled. She beamed at the kitten.


Snipkit was visibly shaking from excitement. His eyes got wider--if that was even possible--at Burnetpaw's mention of him becoming an apprentice. "My ceremony's only two moons away!" he informed her. He was four moons old, but he certainly didn't look it. He was still scrawny with the downy fur of a younger kit. He was often mistaken for a kit of about two moons, partly because of his appearance and partly because of his immature personality. He was excited for the thrill of warrior life and the chance to learn from these warriors whom he idolized. He beamed back at Burnetpaw, his green eyes shining.

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SunPelt Carefuly Liftid up Sparkkit and Looked Over ther pelt to see if The Thorn got stuck in ther Side
There was a sight trickle of blood from the thorn

[EmberMoon ☆NightClan★]

There was a sight trickle of blood from the thorn


SunPelt Lightly Licked SparkKit Whare the Blood Was

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SunPelt Lightly Licked SparkKit Whare the Blood WasSparkkit cryed

[EmberMoon ☆NightClan★]

Sparkkit cryed


"Easy, its ok" SunPelt Said Wraping His tail around Sparkkit

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"Easy, its ok" SunPelt Said Wraping His tail around Sparkkit
Sparkkit kept on crying

[Starfall]

"It's fine. It's under control, I don't need to talk about it right now," she spoke rather quickly, knowing it made it less convincing, but when she was nervous, she always spoke quickly. The subject changed momentarily, giving the warrior a moment to relax. Although, her green optics blinked in confusion instead. She wasn't sure who he was talking about. A brother? "Is- Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" she asked instead, trying her best to calm down. She was feeling better after getting the scares out of her system.

Next, Treetiger shrugged a bit. "It's nice to have some form of freedom in the clan," she replied. Which was true, a mentor didn't have to follow her around and she didn't need escorted everywhere. "I can do my own thing and others can't make fun of me for providing for the clan now," she continued, sounding a little more determined now.


The golden warrior narrowed his eyes and gave the tabby a long stare before he decided it was best not to try and push a response out of her. He shrugged and began to groom his chest fur, it was also a bit of a nervous habit of his. "That's fine. Don't need to share if you don't want to, in fact, half the time when I was an apprentice I didn't really want to share anything either, it was always a secret....or....was that Nightcry?" he mumbled to himself, bringing a white tipped paw to one of his soft cheeks and pressing against it, hoping there was a button there somewhere that would help him access his depleating memories. "Ah! That's the question isn't it? Well, I loved him, still do in fact, and I love you. So it's a good thing. Mmmh, there's other things that remind you of him but...we'll just leave it at love for now hm?" he answered, blue hues flickered with humor, but that humor hid the worry that sparked within him. He loved his brother, he truly did, which is what made the ebony tom's death so painful for Dayhum to bear, as well as the secrets that came to light after the incident.

At his former apprentices retort the tabby let out a snort that laughed, "It's nice to go off on your own isn't it? I was so excited when I had my first big adventure alone I managed to fall into a ditch. " he chuckled, but than jumped up and gave Treetiger a serious gaze "Watch out for ditches, by the way." by the end of his sentence he was snickering. He felt so proud as she spoke with such praise toward herself, it made him happy, he helped her be happy. He helped make this smile, helped make her a warrior. The warrior gave the other a big smile "I'm proud of you." he hummed, closing his eyes to relax himself.

[Brilliance]

The molly's ears twitched at her leader's words. Maybe he was right and she was too hard on her clanmates. After all, even she found herself wanting to goof around with them from time to time. Her ears slightly pinned at this realization. She then pricked them again, once again staring into the tom's eyes. This time, however, her blue gaze wasn't angry or upset, but filled with passion. She knew she would never understand fully what some of her clanmates were thinking when they goofed off, and there was no chance in the Dark Forest that she would ever do some of the things she caught her clanmates doing, but, she also knew that she shouldn't be so critical of them. After all, what was clan life if you couldn't have a bit of fun with your clanmates? When he asked about the prey she ate her head tilted. She suddenly felt a small pang in her stomach and was reminded that she hadn't eaten yet today and made a mental note to do so after her chat with Passionstar. Her tail twitched again as she watched the tom. Creamfrost's eyes rolled a small bit when he sat down to get a better angle and she got up, padding closer to him. Without a word, she started rubbing her nose through his thick pelt searching for the little pests bugging her leader. When she found one she would pluck it quickly, not giving him a chance to realize that she'd even found one before doing so. It was one of the few times the molly didn't really have anything to say, so she simply settled for helping her leader out with the tough spots.

When she had no response, Passionstar gave her a certain look - just to be sure that she didn't have anything defying to say, but nothing came, except the gentle look in her blue irises. They were calm, almost like a gentle flow of an ocean on a bright sunny day on the beach. Yet, she seemed to understand where he was coming from, and he felt that was something they could relate to. However, as he tried his best fluffing his pelt out and trying to groom it as best as he could, he had not been expecting her to help him with it. Not that he minded the help at all, they were clan mates, and he would had done the same thing. However - he wasn't ready for her to yank it out. His claws had unsheathed, digging deep into the earth as he threw his head back, hissing at the sky. ''Almighty, Starclan! Good Grief!'' He yowled, flitting his eyes down to the she cat to give her a quick glare. Truth be told, Passionstar was rather aloof to the notion of pain, but that didn't mean he didn't feel it. In his impulsion, he thought of mind over matter, so as long as he didn't think about how much he was hurting, then he didn't feel the pain at all. Until all was said and done, and he would be throbbing pretty badly. ''I 'ppreciate you helping me though. It'd probably take me all day to get this done...if it gets done at all.'' He snickered a tiny bit. Passionstar never been the tom that appeared ''presentable''. He was always fashionably unkempt, whether his fur was sticking in every which direction, or he was disheveled into a puffy ball, or even when he finished frolicking in the mud, half his fur would be caked with dry mud. No surprise there. He followed along, plucking out the annoyances in his fur, though it took him a while before they were all gone. ''Allow me to take you out on a walk. Get you to de-stress.'' He suggested, despite just walking back into the heart of his clan, he was already ready to roll back out and explore the forest. He couldn't sit in one place far too long, and Creamfrost looked like she could use a break from her aggression and worrisome thoughts.


Darkfur's ears perked up as she spoke, and he gave a tilt of his head. "Oh?" As she spoke her next words, he gently flicked her ear with the tip of his tail. "For me, being different is what is causing the problems in my life..." he shrugged his shoulders, causing his muscles to ripple under his sleek, night black pelt. As she continued to study him, he silently awaited her next words. When she spoke up, he had to adkit he was surprised by her question. Not a lot of cats asked him about the cause of his injury... yet, they didn't really need to. The whole half moon he had spent in the medicine cat den, in horrible pain and unable to walk... everyone had known about it, and the news spread... "I had been out on a hunting assignment when I was still a young apprentice, and I was climbing up a large rock after a squirrel when I slipped and fell off the edge... and after I was well enough to leave the medicine cat den, I had been bullied with nicknames like 'Twistedpaw' and 'Lamepaw' instead of my actual name, which was Darkpaw at the time." he gazed down at his paws as he went quiet, wondering what she was thinking. Was she horrified? Surprised? Pitying? He started to think maybe it had been a mistake to tell her about the accident. He should have just let her wonder. He neatly tucked his forepaws underneath his chest, his tail tip flicking with nervousness. He glanced up when she gently wrapped her tail around him, and a hint of surprise was in his amber gaze before he blinked it away. He gave her a small smile, then nodded at her words. "That is true... to have only one true friend will bring more happiness than having a lot of fake ones..." he tilted his head. "Oh, really?" he teased back, giving an amused flick of his ears. He felt a smile spread over his maw, but that smile disappeared at her question. He gave a small nod. "Yeah... if I use it too much, it will ache and hurt pretty bad, and so when I go out, I can't travel very far, because walking too much causes pain. Like an elder with a back problem." As she groomed his chest, he groomed her head, a small smile on his maw as she babbled gushingly about the beauty of the stars. When she mentioned stargazing sometime, he paused his grooming his friend to affectionately give her cheek a quick lick. "I would very much like that" he said with a purr and a smile. He would love to stargaze with his new friend. Stargazing was one of his favourite things to do, but to have someone beside him to share the beauty of the stars with, maybe even challenge them to a counting game... it sounded like loads of fun!

He nodded as she spoke again, turning his head a bit to help her groom his face better. "Yeah... I would feel like I was dishonoring my parents somehow if I left the place where they gave birth to me and raised me... I know it sounds crazy, but they loved this place so much..." he shrugged again, then his face grew sad at her next question. "Oh... well, they both died in battle. Not uncommon, but still saddening, nonetheless..." he glanced up at her. "Oh, wow, I'm very sorry about that... I couldn't even imagine what it would be like if I didn't know my own parents... but, you're not a nomad now, though, are ya?" he said his last words teasingly, sweeping his tail around to indicate the full camp around them. "You have many friends, and ThunderClan is your family now." he nodded, sure of himself. He blinked in surprise at her next question. "Charming?" he gave a thoughtful tilt of his head. "Well, I never thought about it, but I suppose we are... hmm..." he blinked as she talked again. He smiled at her, resting his tail on her head. "Ah, you're just full of questions, aren't you?", he purred. "I only had two friends as a kit, actually. To train as an apprentice... it is challenging, and exhausting, and sometimes frustrating. But, when you step up on the Highledge and receive your warrior name, after all those moons of hard work and exhausting lessons... that feeling of pride and accomplishment is one of the best in the -." he stopped talking as she began to babble again, and with a twinkle in his eyes, he decided to just listen to her talk, a wide smile on his maw and a sparkle of amusement in his amber eyes. He loved to hear her talk like this. Her voice had a sweet and musical tone to it, and when she babbled, all bubbly and excited, he had to admit, it was cute. It made her look like a kit. As she gazed down at her paws shyly, cheeks rose pink with embarrassment, he let out a light laugh, flicking her ears gently with his tail before withdrawing it. His friend was bashful, he now knew that, and he didn't want her to think of herself as annoying. He smiled gently at her. "It's okay, Saplingpetal. You can talk all you like. I'm more of a listener than a talker, anyway, so just talk all you want and I'll just, ah, listen." he gazed at her with genuine interest in his amber orbs, hoping she would keep talking. She had the most interesting way of speaking. He quite enjoyed listening to what she had to say.

Saplingpetal didn't think about how being different made someone unique, yet can cause the most difficult problems in life. It was such a horrible thing, whether others pitied the fallen, or treated them ridiculous, or whatever else. All she could see was a kind tom who needed a little friend to put a spark back in his life. Evidently, hearing about his accident, and about how young he was made her heart race - mainly because she had a son who was a young apprentice, and she could only imagine the worst if something happened to her kit...well, he wasn't really a kit anymore, and Jaggedpaw would chew her out in a second about treating him like one. Saplingpetal was an escapist, so as soon as those negative thoughts settled in her mind, she would quickly replace them with something brilliant, so she didn't have to think about the possibility that something bad could happen. It also didn't help that her son was a reckless tom, and often caused trouble...''I'd love for my kit to look up to you, Darkfur. Maybe, you could teach him how to be more of a saint instead of a delinquent.'' That was genuine, even though she was joking. Jaggedpaw needed a steady role model in his life. He's never been much around toms - not even his father or his half-brother. Passionstar was such a remarkable tom in her eyes, and she hoped that her son would become more...reasonable, wise, as he aged. ''I never understand why cats feel the need to bully. I suppose it's a kittish thing, but making fun of someone because of an accident? That's beyond low. I wish Jaggedpaw would ever do something like that...'' The she cat huffed. Truthfully, she had no reason to furthermore scold Jaggedpaw since he was close to becoming a warrior. Her job as a queen was over, and she was trying to settle into being a warrior, but that wasn't always easy. At least, she made some well friends and gossiping buddies to keep around. Saplingpetal was starting to adore this sweet tom, her heart was simply calling out for him. Before her son was a twinkle in her eye, she used to be a brash she cat with a fiery personality. She was independent and ferocious, but raising Jaggedpaw for the first few moons of motherhood, she became more tolerant. More emotional. Her maternal instincts kicked in naturally, and now she was a softhearted feline. ''You can do anything. Anything at all. And, no one could tell you otherwise. If you can't do it alone, then there's always a friend there that will help you.'' She paused her grooming, nuzzling his chest with the top of her head lightly, an attempt to comfort him.

At least she managed to make him smile about one thing - stargazing. The kiss on her cheek was such an innocent gesture that she couldn't help but feel warmth in her soul from the action, purring deeply. ''Well, then. It's a date, sometime soon.'' She calmly replied, returning her own smile his way. ''I used to stargaze with my son often...but he seems to have outgrown such. That's when we were just nomads, really. The stars were just the...stars. Not some clan where cats go when they die.'' Maybe that was a little too offensive for Darkfur, Saplingpetal's eyes bugged as she realized how indifferent she sounded when it came to his religion. By all means, she honestly didn't have full faith in this Starclan, but that didn't mean she wasn't sensitive about it. ''Sorry, I don't mean to be insensitive about it.'' She pinned her ears to her head, looking away for a moment. ''I've been here for a good while. It's just that I'm still trying to learn the ways of a clan and its culture.'' She laughed it off, flicking her tongue over the bottom of her jaw to wet her maw.

Oh, Saplingpetal couldn't justify how much she adored living in Thunderclan. There were such a spunk of colorful cats to get to know, and she'd done well with making friends quite easily as if she had been born in this very place herself. It was nice...to have more than just one cat to depend on when it came to family and friends. It was nice to outright hear that the whole of thunderclan would be there when she needed them. It was what family did...who they were. She wasn't used to living in a family. She was pretty sure that she would had done well with raising a strong tom kit on her own...or, maybe that's what she wanted to believe. Normally, Saplingpetal didn't become too sheepish around others - not this social butterfly. She always knew how to keep a conversation flowing, and most times she'd wouldn't mind having a conversation with herself while the other party was listening in. However, for Darkfur to address it caused her to become heated under her pelt. ''Well, I mean, I-I-I, I j-just,'' She rolled her eyes at herself, ''I don't notice when I talk too much. Or, if I'm being too nosy...'' She rubbed it off as curiosity when she asked her questions. She twitched her nose, ''...I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?'' She asked, pausing, looking up at him, tilting her head back. She'd hate to make him feel like he had ants in his pelt because she was a blabbering, nosy she cat. ''You could tell me to shut up anytime you feel that I'm talking too much.'' She giggled, thinking that Darkfur was just trying to be too kind to her. She was one of those she cats who would babble on and on until someone stopped her, or if she managed to stop herself when she noticed that she was incessantly going off the rocker. ''I want to know more about you. Getting to know each other is a two way pathway, and I can't just spill on and on things about me. If I'm being honest, I am such a mundane she cat with no excitement in her life. The only excitement I ever felt was the rush of...well...falling in love. I mean...at least, I thought it was love, but instead, I was wooed, I was left, and now I have...the best thing that ever walked into my life; my tom kit. I still want to kill the slimeball but you know - '' Saplingpetal paused, realizing that she was about to go on a ranting rampage about her former mate; more of a fling, in his eyes. She shook her head, ''This is exactly what I mean. Whenever I talk, it's always too much, and it's always about me...I'm not conceited, I swear, Darkfur...I want to get to know you more.'' Because that's how friendships worked. She wondered if they had anything in common. It appeared not so, but the saying opposites attract might be true.




A light brown tabby was playing by herself in the area next to the nursery, batting a piece of moss into the air and trying to hit it again and again before it hit the ground. Her face scrunched up into an expression of joy as she successfully flung it up. Although she was nearly ready to be an apprentice and also looked like one, Ashkit still had her moments where she acted like she was only 3 moons old. And then there were other times were Ashkit was more serious than half the kits her age. It really just depended on her mood. But when she was cheerful like this, she was less mature than everyone else her age.

Ashkit giggled happily until the piece of moss dropped to the ground like a stone. Then she stopped and simply stared at the moss for a few moments before moving away with a pout. Now that her game was over, she would have to find something else to do. Maybe she could find someone else and play with them! The thought brightened her and immediately a smile had found its way onto her face again.

She trotted around the camp, her tail high in the air and a friendly smile perched on her face. The smile was so friendly however, that it almost looked a little fake, but this was Ashkit’s actual smile and it was genuine. Hmm, I wonder who wants to play with me, she thought. Ashkit could’t help but notice that she rarely had anyone who wanted to play with her except for her mother and a nice kit named Lightningbugkit. Recently she hadn’t seen much of Lightningbugkit, and it disappointed her a little because she wanted to play with him, but she knew that she would be fine. If he wasn’t going to be there for her so that they could play together, then she would just have to find someone else.

Ashkit looked around the camp, when a cry nearby attracted her attention. She whipped her head around, concern already blazing in her eyes as she heard the frustration in the voice. Her eyes landed on a tom kit, who looked to be around her age. Lightningbugkit? She thought, noticing the familiar pelt pattern. She immediately rushed over, thinking that it was the kind tom and worried that he may’ve hurt himself, judging by the way that he was lying on the ground. She leaned over the body as she reached it, cocking her head sideways so that she could look at the face the right way. Disappointment pulled at her as she realised that it wasn’t Lightningbugkit. It was his brother.
Ashkit hadn’t had the best interactions with Fireflykit. Her first impression of him was that he was just an arrogant tom cat who thought he was better than everyone else, and even though it had been a while since they had last interacted, she still believed that. She stood back and let the tom get up, not offering a paw to help him up. She doubted that he would want that anyway.


Everyone had their moments when they failed, and Fireflykit was no exception. However, being the haughty tom that he was, he assumed that he'd perfect everything he did on the first go. That wasn't the case. Climbing a tree wasn't that easy, and it wasn't like his brother wouldn't wittily tell him so. Fireflykit was so glad he wasn't here to witness his failure because the tom would tear his pelt apart if he had to hear Lightningbugkit's 'I told you so's. Lately, his twin had been busy with Russetkit, as of late. The plain she cat had taken Lightningbug's company and attention away from his own brother. Honestly, it got boring on some days when Fireflykit was alone, but he made that up by being a nuisance to anyone he deemed as his target. He wasn't prejudice either; he'd cause trouble for kits, apprentices, warriors, and elders! If he was lucky... even the leader or the deputy or the medicine cat.

His vision was a little bit blurry first when he fell, and when he saw a figure looming over him, he saw the cat multiple into three copies of themselves until they visibly combined into one. He let out audible mutters, his head throbbing a tiny bit until he started to slowly lift himself up. ''Nice to know you'd help a clan mate out.'' He spat at the she cat - now, that he knew who she was. ''Ooh, it's you.'' He plainly said. He didn't have anything against Ashkit. He didn't think about her at all. She was Lightningbugkit's friend - everyone was his brother's friend, and everyone always mistaken him for Lightningbugkit. No surprise much, they were identical twins after all. There were minor differences that one would have to be around the two brothers for prolonged hours in order to notice them accurately. Like Fireflykit had a much fluffier tale, and Lightningbugkit had more dark spots than Fireflykit had, but these weren't noticed much because they looked incredibly identical, and had a cute game of pretending to be the other to prank others.

Fireflykit always had been pretty proud, so he didn't ask for Ashkit to help him. Although he wouldn't had been offended if she had lend out a paw to give him a boost up, but he wouldn't mention that. He knew the she cat had something against him. The little moments they had interacted, he always shown a more conceited, confident side to him that probably didn't sit well with the she cat, but impressing her was the least of Fireflykit's desires. She was always so belligerent to him, or she'd outright ignore him. The thing about it was Fireflykit did things out of spite, only to get a rile out of her. She didn't like him, and he was indifferent towards her. ''You definitely look so excited to see me! And, honestly, I'm incredibly excited that you decided to stop on by when I needed you the most,'' He feigned a purr her way. The disappointment in her gaze was more than noticeable, and he'd have fun with knowing that. Maybe that's why she couldn't stand him -

Fireflykit hopped quickly back to his paws, getting his bounce back after his fall as he surveyed the tree he was ready to climb. Thunderclan cats were supposed to be a natural at climbing trees, right? So, what was it that he was doing wrong? His nails weren't sharp or long enough yet, but that didn't have to be a factor, should it? Possibly that was a good thing since he's more than likely end up hitting cats on the head with loose branches he could find. ''Are you gonna stand there or give me a paw and help a friend out?'' His tone was sickeningly sweet, not filled with hostility or hatred, but more so of teasing.

[Hexict]

Cloverpaw padded into the clearing, looking around the camp. Her eyes narrowed when she spied Tempestpaw, the son of an idiot leader. She did not believe that Passionstar was any better a leader than Snowstar, as she believed they were both terrible leaders who did not know how to maintain a clan. She was starting to like the tom, but also found that he was annoying and frustrating. She didn't like to avoid her enemies, even though she was a antisocial cat. It was bad to simply ignore him, that would seem rude. Cloverpaw did not like to seem rude. In fact, she hated to sound rude, she got her 'friends' from being 'nice'. Cloverpaw padded up to Tempestpaw and dipped her head in greeting. "Tempestpaw, how have you been?"

(It's fine, I'm only replying on weekends because of school.)


The smooth greeting took Tempestpaw by surprise. Though they didn't get along very well, she never searched out a fight with or anything, but it was still strange to be greeted in such away when they weren't exactly friends. Sure, their little rivalry between them seemed to be slowly subsiding, but they wouldn't consider each other really 'friends' yet. in fact, he hardly considered them 'friendly' yet. Fluffy tail twitching, he decided to play along for now, acting as if there wasn't any hostility between them. "Hello Cloverpaw," his was a bit stiffer than her's. He inwardly winced at how cold he sounded. But the apprentice tried not to let it show that he was bothered y his own tone, trying to continue on, a bit softer this time, yet still having a cold feel to it. "I'm doing fine," pretty much a lie, but not wanting to get into anything with the molly. "And you?"

Tempestpaw was the type to make his mind up about someone and rarely ever change it, hence why he never even bothered to make some kind of peace with Cloverpaw. She dislikes his mother, so he dislikes her. Even if she was his clan-mate, he had to admit that he'd side with his family over someone else in the clan. Unless, of course, they decided to break the rules. But Snowstar was a great leader! So what this mouse-brain was too blind to see that? Cloverpaw just didn't understand. And Tempestpaw would defend his mother to the grave.

[Mistyfoot⚜]

[CENTER]Paleglow woke up from her short nap as a soft wind blew through the elder's den. Paleglow pushed herself up from her position on the ground. It was a lot more difficult for her now as she was so much older now. When she was a warrior, she could do whatever she wanted. She used to feel like she could run for moons. But, those days were over. She accepted the fact that she was an elder. She was indeed a lot more open-minded than most cats, and she felt that was a good thing. Paleglow shook her head and walked around a bit, loosening her tight muscles. She leaned back on her haunches and stretched. It was her favorite thing to do after getting up, and she did it every time. She was sure the cracking that occurred when she did that was annoying to some of the elders, but perhaps it was just her imagination. Paleglow found a nice open spot to sit in and just enjoy the day. She knew that she was lucky to have this day, and she bet that cats in Starclan begged to set their paws on the ground again. She closed her eyes and just relaxed. Not falling asleep, but just enjoying.

~Warriorsfan101~ •Spoopy•
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[Branch of Life]

[CENTER]Paleglow woke up from her short nap as a soft wind blew through the elder's den. Paleglow pushed herself up from her position on the ground. It was a lot more difficult for her now as she was so much older now. When she was a warrior, she could do whatever she wanted. She used to feel like she could run for moons. But, those days were over. She accepted the fact that she was an elder. She was indeed a lot more open-minded than most cats, and she felt that was a good thing. Paleglow shook her head and walked around a bit, loosening her tight muscles. She leaned back on her haunches and stretched. It was her favorite thing to do after getting up, and she did it every time. She was sure the cracking that occurred when she did that was annoying to some of the elders, but perhaps it was just her imagination. Paleglow found a nice open spot to sit in and just enjoy the day. She knew that she was lucky to have this day, and she bet that cats in Starclan begged to set their paws on the ground again. She closed her eyes and just relaxed. Not falling asleep, but just enjoying.

~Warriorsfan101~ •Spoopy•
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Blurrwhisker found Paleglow and sat next to her. “How’s my favorite cat?” He meowed touching under her chin with his tail tip. “This is a great day isn’t it?” He meowed quietly

[Mistyfoot⚜]

Snipkit was visibly shaking from excitement. His eyes got wider--if that was even possible--at Burnetpaw's mention of him becoming an apprentice. "My ceremony's only two moons away!" he informed her. He was four moons old, but he certainly didn't look it. He was still scrawny with the downy fur of a younger kit. He was often mistaken for a kit of about two moons, partly because of his appearance and partly because of his immature personality. He was excited for the thrill of warrior life and the chance to learn from these warriors whom he idolized. He beamed back at Burnetpaw, his green eyes shining.

"Well, that is just wonderful Snipkit! I will definitely try to attend! I bet that a strong senior warrior will be your mentor!" Burnetpaw mused. She hoped that Snipkit really would enjoy being an apprentice. If she was wrong, then she could risk losing a friend. Burnetpaw was overjoyed that Snipkit looked up to Burnetpaw and enjoyed talking to her. She felt so lucky that she even had this friend. Sometimes it was very hard for Burnetpaw to make any friends. She was too shy to initiate a conversation. At least she could talk to kits. She walked back over to her little spot with her prey and sat down. She motioned with her tail for Snipkit to come over. "Over here, Snipkit. Let's calm down a bit." Burnetpaw insisted. "So Snipkit. How did you get out of the nursery? Does anyone know where you are? Are you supposed to be here?" Burnetpaw automatically felt bad for throwing a bunch of questions at the kit, so she tried to fix it. "Nevermind that. Any new games that the kits are playing in the nursery?" Burnetpaw asked. She wanted to interest the kit so they could remain friends.

[Freesia]

"Well, that is just wonderful Snipkit! I will definitely try to attend! I bet that a strong senior warrior will be your mentor!" Burnetpaw mused. She hoped that Snipkit really would enjoy being an apprentice. If she was wrong, then she could risk losing a friend. Burnetpaw was overjoyed that Snipkit looked up to Burnetpaw and enjoyed talking to her. She felt so lucky that she even had this friend. Sometimes it was very hard for Burnetpaw to make any friends. She was too shy to initiate a conversation. At least she could talk to kits. She walked back over to her little spot with her prey and sat down. She motioned with her tail for Snipkit to come over. "Over here, Snipkit. Let's calm down a bit." Burnetpaw insisted. "So Snipkit. How did you get out of the nursery? Does anyone know where you are? Are you supposed to be here?" Burnetpaw automatically felt bad for throwing a bunch of questions at the kit, so she tried to fix it. "Nevermind that. Any new games that the kits are playing in the nursery?" Burnetpaw asked. She wanted to interest the kit so they could remain friends.

"I hope so!" Snipkit replied. He scampered after Burnetpaw eagerly. He blinked at the barrage of questions. "Well, my mom decided that I was old enough to be out of the nursery now!" he replied. He was excited to be able to explore the camp without someone constantly watching over him. He thought about the question and replied, "Well, me and Witheredkit and Dreamkit play good leaders and bad leaders sometimes." He shrugged. "We usually just goof around."

((Sorry for the short reply. My creativity has failed me))

[Brilliance]

Delta
{I didn't know where to post a starter, so I did it here ^^'' }

Little by little Thunderclan was starting to prosper, especially with the demotions and disappearances of the protection that the clan needed. They only had their leader left, but even leaders need someone to turn to every now and then...or, all the time, for that matter. Passionstar hadn't formally met Tallmarsh before, but he only knew little of her, like he did with all his clan mates. He tried to be more present in their lives, wanting to get to know them and be their friend, but there were so many of them that sometimes he couldn't help but forget a name. One thing for certain; the klutz surely remembered a face. He didn't know if this was a bad time for the new medicine cat, but he'd loved to meet her personally since he knew they would be working together for many moons. So, padding into her new den, he inhaled the sharp intake of herbs, his nose sniffling since he tried to hold in a sneeze. Truth be told, the leader abhorred the medicine cat's den. It was always so sad to see hurting cats...ones that possibly be on their deathbed. Passionstar might as well had been a regular here for the plenty times he'd reckless hurt himself. No surprise there at all. He awkwardly waltz in, tail swishing lowly as his amber-green hues tried to locate his target. ''I hope I'm not barging in at a wrong moment.'' He spoke, voice deep and low; respectful.

[Freesia]

He got up shakily and limped over to Tallmarsh. He sighed and then looked up. "Yes burnet is one, but what the last medicine cat liked to give me was ragweed and chamomile for my seizures. Chamomile has a calming affect and makes it so that I recover from them quicker." His legs were shaking fiercely even as he sat down. "Chamomile's smell is slightly sweet and bitter. Ragweed is prickly and has rounded leaves." He was still panting, but he knew herbs would make him feel better. "And...dandelion for pain..*huff* and coltsfoot for breathing. Big yellow flower with a light green stem, and *huff* similar flowers but a little smaller with big round leaves."

Tallmarsh looked over the herbs before grabbing them and padding back over to Owleyes. "And you couldn't have told me about this before your seizure?" she mumbled jokingly around the herbs. She knew that he didn't have control over this, but she was annoyed nonetheless. She sat down next to the elder and dropped the herbs. "So, do you usually just eat these or what?" she asked. My first real patient, and it's not even something simple like a stomach ache or a scratch, she thought. She'd never even know that seizures existed until a few seconds ago.

[Brilliance]

Passionstar jumped onto the highrock, his chest puffed out for a second as his expression remained stoic. Moments like this, he acted stern as possible, serious in the matter, scanning his clan mates. There was still a lot more tension, but as always, Passionstar inwardly held a care-free attitude. He knew everything would be alright...right? Hopefully. He had his faith in the stars, and that was probably all he had for now. ''All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather under the high rock for a clan meeting.'' He boomed, making sure he had each of their attention. First, ceremonies needed to be done. It was always a good thing to watch a milestone in a cat's life when they made it to the next step. In the wild, not most cats did. ''Lightningbugkit, Fireflykit, Russetkit, Southkit, Starrykit, Minkkit, please step forward.'' He smiled down at the kittens, who were definitely not kittens any longer. Their parents did an excellent job at raising them. ''You all have reached your sixth moon, and therefore will now train as an apprentice. Until you all have become warriors, you will now be known as: Lightningbugpaw, Fireflypaw, Russetpaw, Southpaw, Starrypaw, and Minkpaw.'' He announced, flicking his tail. ''Lightningbugpaw, your mentor will be Ambercloud. Fireflypaw, your mentor will be Stonestream. Russetpaw, your mentor will be Dawnlightning. Southpaw, your mentor will be Blizzardhail. Starrypaw, your mentor will be Moonshadow. Minkpaw, your mentor will be Coldheart.'' He touched each of their heads with his nose, affectionately and proudly.

{ Fuzzyfeline } { @Oakkit } { Empress Of Evil } { Broken Madness } { ConfusedCas }

Now that the newly apprenticed cats were finished, he had to tend to the new warrior ceremonies. Which he was excited for more than he could admit. New warriors meant new protectors for Thunderclan. ''Lynxpaw, Quietpaw, and Morningpaw, please step forward.'' He called forth, his tail twitching in anticipation. ''You have trained hard, and thus under a new moon will be made warriors through me, granted by Starclan. You will promise to uphold the warrior code with your heart and your life. Lynxpaw, from this point forward, you will be known as Lynxpounce; the clan honors your loyalty and determination. Quietpaw, you will be known as Quietheart; the clan honors your loyalness and devotion. Morningpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Morningblood; The clan appreciates your bravery and determination.'' He was proud of these three young cats, knowing they would make excellent warriors someday. He touched each of their heads affectionately and proudly.

{ Cosmo } { Tyler_Joseph }

Passionstar's gaze flitted across the cats once again, knowing that a newcomer wanted to join their ranks. Passionstar was just a little skeptical when it came to newcomers or cats from different clans as of late. He didn't try to judge, but as a leader, he couldn't just make rash decisions. When his eyes landed on the familiar she cat, he nodded his head for her to step forward. ''Clover...you have requested to join Thunderclan, and therefore will learn our ways, and the culture of the clans.'' He spoke to her as stern as he could so she understood what he was saying. He knew that previously she was a kittypet, which wasn't as bad as being a rogue, a former cat from a different clan. Hopefully, she would do fine here. ''Your mentor will be Mistburr. You will listen to everything they tell you, and they will teach you the ways of becoming a thunderclan warrior. For five moons, you will train under their care.'' He swooped his tail to the side, glimpsing at Mistburr. ''I will be checking in on your progress when the moment comes.'' He told the she cat, briefly glancing at her. ''With the power invested in Starclan, you will be known as Lostflame. You will uphold the warrior code with your life and your heart. Understand? Welcome to Thunderclan.'' He nodded, respectively.

{ Panda } { Spikes }

And, finally...the moment his clan mates been waiting for. Passionstar thought long and hard about this decision, and while he wasn't completely trusting of it, he knew he needed extra help for Thunderclan. Who knew what the other three clans would be up to after their little fiasco with Riverclan - maybe they were planning to try and overthrow Thunderclan. Passionstar inwardly snorted, his aggression becoming obvious as his claws needed the ground, growling internally - he'd have to die nine times over for that to ever happen. Although, for now, he felt he knew exactly what he was doing. After long night runs, pacing around constantly...he figured this was the right choice. ''Flintspirit!'' He called, his voice thick, trying to sound confident. When the tom approached him, Passionstar smiled at him, ''As you all may know, Thunderclan has been without a deputy for a long while...and with everything going on, we desperately need one.'' A leader could do so much. Even though he liked to believe he was invincible, Passionstar knew he was just dumbly reckless, and obviously far from being invincible. ''For now, I have faith in Flintspirit that he will do an excellent job in Thunderclan, so you all will respect him as your deputy.'' That wasn't up for debate, and Passionstar paused for a long moment to see if anyone would defy his decision. When nothing came up, the tom turned back to Flintspirit. ''Flintspirit...I trust that you will do thunderclan some good. You will uphold the warrior code, and you will serve thunderclan with all the fervor you can. Do you promise to uphold the position, and all the stress and responsibilities that come with it?'' His tone was rather calm, eyes gentle.

{ RedHead }

[Mistyfoot⚜]

"I hope so!" Snipkit replied. He scampered after Burnetpaw eagerly. He blinked at the barrage of questions. "Well, my mom decided that I was old enough to be out of the nursery now!" he replied. He was excited to be able to explore the camp without someone constantly watching over him. He thought about the question and replied, "Well, me and Witheredkit and Dreamkit play good leaders and bad leaders sometimes." He shrugged. "We usually just goof around."

((Sorry for the short reply. My creativity has failed me))

"That's so awesome! Have you made your way around well enough?" Burnetpaw asked. Burnetpaw couldn't help but grin when Snipkit talked about how great his life is and how much fun he has with his friends! "Oh? Good leaders and bad leaders... Interesting." Burnetpaw pondered. It was very surprising that the kits played that. She had been told stories by elders that not too long ago, there had been bad leaders that betrayed their clan. There was no way that queens would allow kits act like that. It didn't make sense. Maybe Burnetpaw was just overthinking the whole thing and maybe it really wasn't that bad. She did know that the elders didn't have the memory that they used to have, and she knew that sometimes they could twist the truth. But, the queens had to notice! And they must realize that it has to do with the bad leaders! What if those kits wanted to be like those bad leaders when they grew up? "Snipkit, tell me more about that game." Burnetpaw no longer was talking in her cheery tone. She was speaking in her normal, shy tone. This was silly. She wasn't even there to see the bad leaders! Maybe there was nothing to worry about. But if something ever was to happen to Snipkit, she did not want to be the one responsible.

[CheetahPelt]

Tallmarsh looked over the herbs before grabbing them and padding back over to Owleyes. "And you couldn't have told me about this before your seizure?" she mumbled jokingly around the herbs. She knew that he didn't have control over this, but she was annoyed nonetheless. She sat down next to the elder and dropped the herbs. "So, do you usually just eat these or what?" she asked. My first real patient, and it's not even something simple like a stomach ache or a scratch, she thought. She'd never even know that seizures existed until a few seconds ago.

He stared it her for a moment, and then, suprisingly, the ragged young tom chuckled. "It was a little difficult with us arguing," he said with a small smile. "Yeah, I get to eat these herbs and then we can get on to a little bit more, because I also get an herb for my eyes, so they don't get worse." He meowed, crouching to lap the herbs up into his mouth. He ate them quickly, not wanting the taste to last longer than it had to. "Now. You need to drip calendine juice into my eyes." He said bluntly. "It smells kind of tangy, leaves are small and glossy with spindly yellow flowers."

[Freesia]

Delta
{I didn't know where to post a starter, so I did it here ^^'' }

Little by little Thunderclan was starting to prosper, especially with the demotions and disappearances of the protection that the clan needed. They only had their leader left, but even leaders need someone to turn to every now and then...or, all the time, for that matter. Passionstar hadn't formally met Tallmarsh before, but he only knew little of her, like he did with all his clan mates. He tried to be more present in their lives, wanting to get to know them and be their friend, but there were so many of them that sometimes he couldn't help but forget a name. One thing for certain; the klutz surely remembered a face. He didn't know if this was a bad time for the new medicine cat, but he'd loved to meet her personally since he knew they would be working together for many moons. So, padding into her new den, he inhaled the sharp intake of herbs, his nose sniffling since he tried to hold in a sneeze. Truth be told, the leader abhorred the medicine cat's den. It was always so sad to see hurting cats...ones that possibly be on their deathbed. Passionstar might as well had been a regular here for the plenty times he'd reckless hurt himself. No surprise there at all. He awkwardly waltz in, tail swishing lowly as his amber-green hues tried to locate his target. ''I hope I'm not barging in at a wrong moment.'' He spoke, voice deep and low; respectful.

Tallmarsh was still trying to get used to the strong smell of the medicine den, and it had been almost a week since she was given the position of medicine cat. Honestly, she didn't understand why she'd been given the position. There were so many cats who knew more about herbs than she did, but she wasn't going to question it. The recent events weren't at the front of the dark gray tabby's mind--she was more interested in getting her basic training finished as soon as possibly. It was unbelievable frustrating to have to ask other cats what herbs they needed, when she was supposed to be the one prescribing them. Of course, she knew basic wound care and simple remedies for pains, but she didn't know what herbs to give an elder with stiff joints or--StarClan forbid--a queen about to kit. Tallmarsh sighed and glared at the assortment of herbs laid out before her. She was trying to memorize these herbs and failing miserably, muttering angrily to herself, "Tansy--no wait, marigold. Or is it goldenrod?" She let out an exasperated sigh when she heard a voice. Her head snapped up and she opened her mouth to say something snarky, as she assumed the cat entering was another apprentice who tripped over their own paws or an elder demanding treatment for their cracked pads. Instead she replied, "Ah, Passionstar! You're perfectly fine. I was just about to put these up anyways." She stood up and began moving the herbs back to their respective piles. "So, what brings you to the medicine den? Did you get hurt?" she inquired.

[Freesia]

He stared it her for a moment, and then, suprisingly, the ragged young tom chuckled. "It was a little difficult with us arguing," he said with a small smile. "Yeah, I get to eat these herbs and then we can get on to a little bit more, because I also get an herb for my eyes, so they don't get worse." He meowed, crouching to lap the herbs up into his mouth. He ate them quickly, not wanting the taste to last longer than it had to. "Now. You need to drip calendine juice into my eyes." He said bluntly. "It smells kind of tangy, leaves are small and glossy with spindly yellow flowers."

Tallmarsh nodded and began searching for the calendine. She was all work right now--this was not the place for sarcasm. "So, how long have you been having these seizures?" she asked. She found the calendine high up and had to get on her hind legs to grab it. She wondered what it was like having these spasms every day. She imagined that it must be terrifying--you never know when it's going to hit, and it could cause problems if you're doing something like swimming or climbing a tree. She made a mental note to ask a warrior or one of the elders to pay close attention to Owleyes if someone wasn't already.

[RedHead]

Brilliance

“Flintspirit!”
The dark-colored tomcat had been watching Passionstar perform the ceremonies, a small smile on his maw. He’d always loved seeing the cats in his clan move up ranks, become more of themselves. Especially the kits. He loved how excited most of them were when becoming apprentices, how ready do they were to help their clan.
But he hadn’t expected to hear his name come out of the leader’s mouth. His ears went back in surprise, a slightly scared look crossing his eyes before it was replaced by interest and curiosity. Am I receiving an apprentice? He would’ve already assigned me to an apprentice than, right? He slowly made his way to the front of the throng of cats, looking up at Passionstar to see him give him a smile.
As he listened to his first words, Flintspirit perked his ears up, feeling his heart start beating faster. Deputy? I heard that correctly right? He wasn’t dumb. The tomcat knew where this was going. He felt honored, but scared at the same time. They were in the middle of a war. He knew that Thunderclan had needed a deputy, but they didn’t need him. He believed he was cursed after all, and that was a major warning sign in the tom’s eyes.
As Passionstary adressed the clan, Flintspirit averted his green gaze from his leader’s, trying to calm his racing nerves. As Passionstar seemed to wait for any objections to his decision, he braced himself, waiting for an onslaught of objection. But nothing came. There was only silence resonating in his ears, respectful silence.
As Passionstar asked him if he would uphold the position, the stress and responsibility, the warrior code, Flintspirit squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.
He’d always trusted in Starclan, even though he was they way he was. He’d trusted their judgement, it was what his mother had taught him. And he grew up knowing that, trusting that.
And he trusted Passonstar’s judgement.
Lifting his beard, Flintspirit moved his gaze to meet Passionstar’s his eyes aflame with a passionate fire. “I do.” He meowed, his voice level and even, full of a strength he did do not know was there.

[Brilliance]

Tallmarsh was still trying to get used to the strong smell of the medicine den, and it had been almost a week since she was given the position of medicine cat. Honestly, she didn't understand why she'd been given the position. There were so many cats who knew more about herbs than she did, but she wasn't going to question it. The recent events weren't at the front of the dark gray tabby's mind--she was more interested in getting her basic training finished as soon as possibly. It was unbelievable frustrating to have to ask other cats what herbs they needed, when she was supposed to be the one prescribing them. Of course, she knew basic wound care and simple remedies for pains, but she didn't know what herbs to give an elder with stiff joints or--StarClan forbid--a queen about to kit. Tallmarsh sighed and glared at the assortment of herbs laid out before her. She was trying to memorize these herbs and failing miserably, muttering angrily to herself, "Tansy--no wait, marigold. Or is it goldenrod?" She let out an exasperated sigh when she heard a voice. Her head snapped up and she opened her mouth to say something snarky, as she assumed the cat entering was another apprentice who tripped over their own paws or an elder demanding treatment for their cracked pads. Instead she replied, "Ah, Passionstar! You're perfectly fine. I was just about to put these up anyways." She stood up and began moving the herbs back to their respective piles. "So, what brings you to the medicine den? Did you get hurt?" she inquired.

The leader himself might as well knew a little about herbs himself since his visits to the medicine cat’s den had been much full during his younger warrior moons and definitely his apprentice moons. Passionstar was a hazard to himself, and usually encountered trouble, thus getting hurt in some way or form. It was interesting, in a way, to watch how she worked. It was almost like he could feel her frustration coming from her. He had a lot of chervil applied to his wounds, as well as comfrey to soothe his wounds - he hated them. Honestly, sometimes the pain was a rush, and he rather felt it than the disgusting taste and smell of the foul herbs. The leader laughed awkwadly, “For the first time in my life, I can actually admit that this one time I step into the medicine cat’s den, I haven’t got hurt, hurt myself, or accidentally hurt another.” He almost sounded smug for a second, thinking he deserve some kind of award. He would only tend to the medicine cat’s den if he did get hurt, and that was only if someone pushed him to get his wounds treated like his close friends or his mother. “I just wanted to formally meet with you.” He smiled kindly, his eyes scanning the place, then her, and watching her work about in the area. He knew that she was receiving training from the skyclan’s medicine cat, in the leader’s eyes it was a wrong time to be dependent on a cat from a different clan, but he also knew Thunderclan needed some experience, and he was appreciative to take the help they could get for Tallmarsh’s training. “I know you’re new...it must be kinda stressful to learn so much in few time...” The tom made himself a little comfortable, sitting down as he wrapped his tail around him to lay askew over his paws. “But, how are you doing so far? You know, with everything? These apprentices must be doing a number on you, always breaking some type of bone or something. And, those elders? Wooo, cranky aren’t they? Make you want to dig a deep hole and hide in there, so they can’t find you.” He blew a breath of air, albeit he was lightheartedly joking. On a serious note, he assumed that she must be a little stress about this whole situation, but Passionstar had faith that she would do just fine.

[Brilliance]

Brilliance

“Flintspirit!”
The dark-colored tomcat had been watching Passionstar perform the ceremonies, a small smile on his maw. He’d always loved seeing the cats in his clan move up ranks, become more of themselves. Especially the kits. He loved how excited most of them were when becoming apprentices, how ready do they were to help their clan.
But he hadn’t expected to hear his name come out of the leader’s mouth. His ears went back in surprise, a slightly scared look crossing his eyes before it was replaced by interest and curiosity. Am I receiving an apprentice? He would’ve already assigned me to an apprentice than, right? He slowly made his way to the front of the throng of cats, looking up at Passionstar to see him give him a smile.
As he listened to his first words, Flintspirit perked his ears up, feeling his heart start beating faster. Deputy? I heard that correctly right? He wasn’t dumb. The tomcat knew where this was going. He felt honored, but scared at the same time. They were in the middle of a war. He knew that Thunderclan had needed a deputy, but they didn’t need him. He believed he was cursed after all, and that was a major warning sign in the tom’s eyes.
As Passionstary adressed the clan, Flintspirit averted his green gaze from his leader’s, trying to calm his racing nerves. As Passionstar seemed to wait for any objections to his decision, he braced himself, waiting for an onslaught of objection. But nothing came. There was only silence resonating in his ears, respectful silence.
As Passionstar asked him if he would uphold the position, the stress and responsibility, the warrior code, Flintspirit squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.
He’d always trusted in Starclan, even though he was they way he was. He’d trusted their judgement, it was what his mother had taught him. And he grew up knowing that, trusting that.
And he trusted Passonstar’s judgement.
Lifting his beard, Flintspirit moved his gaze to meet Passionstar’s his eyes aflame with a passionate fire. “I do.” He meowed, his voice level and even, full of a strength he did do not know was there.


It felt like a long moment before his question was answered. A very important question, so it took time for prolonged thinking. Passionstar never been an antsy tom, perhaps when he was a wee little kit, but he was much older now, and with experience the mind and heart grew wiser. It was a big challenge, so it required a train of thought. Passionstar wasn’t going to question his choice. He had been watching this fellow tom for a few moons, along with a few others. It was just something about Flintspirit that spoke out more than the other candidates. If Passionstar had enough time, he would had three a few tests at him, but with the tension, Passionstar counted on the stars that his decision would be the best he’s made for Thunderclan. Passionstar haven’t been really making a lot of good decisions as of late; an example choosing to run all night instead of getting peaceful sleep like a leader deserved after a long day. The funny thing was - as long as he kept moving, then he was at peace! He was only able to sleep for seconds at a time before he was up and running off again.
Once the tom confirmed his decision, Passionstar touched the tom’s head with his nose affectionately in a dutiful manner, stepping back to chant his name along with the rest of the clan. “This meeting is dismissed!” He shouted to the others to alert them of their dismisses, watching a few felines return to their own devices. Passionstar let out a easy sigh, glancing back at Flintspirit. His whiskers had danced on his face as he studied his new choice of deputy - Flintspirit was a great warrior, and would make a wonderful deputy. However, even as the clan meeting was dismissed, Passionstar still wanted to highlight Flintspirit on everything, so the leader brushed past the tom, flicking his tail in a Come hither motion to gesture Flintspirit to follow him. “Can we walk and talk?” It was a question, that was mainly rhetorical because it was a must that the leader speak with his newly appointed deputy.

[RedHead]

It felt like a long moment before his question was answered. A very important question, so it took time for prolonged thinking. Passionstar never been an antsy tom, perhaps when he was a wee little kit, but he was much older now, and with experience the mind and heart grew wiser. It was a big challenge, so it required a train of thought. Passionstar wasn’t going to question his choice. He had been watching this fellow tom for a few moons, along with a few others. It was just something about Flintspirit that spoke out more than the other candidates. If Passionstar had enough time, he would had three a few tests at him, but with the tension, Passionstar counted on the stars that his decision would be the best he’s made for Thunderclan. Passionstar haven’t been really making a lot of good decisions as of late; an example choosing to run all night instead of getting peaceful sleep like a leader deserved after a long day. The funny thing was - as long as he kept moving, then he was at peace! He was only able to sleep for seconds at a time before he was up and running off again.
Once the tom confirmed his decision, Passionstar touched the tom’s head with his nose affectionately in a dutiful manner, stepping back to chant his name along with the rest of the clan. “This meeting is dismissed!” He shouted to the others to alert them of their dismisses, watching a few felines return to their own devices. Passionstar let out a easy sigh, glancing back at Flintspirit. His whiskers had danced on his face as he studied his new choice of deputy - Flintspirit was a great warrior, and would make a wonderful deputy. However, even as the clan meeting was dismissed, Passionstar still wanted to highlight Flintspirit on everything, so the leader brushed past the tom, flicking his tail in a Come hither motion to gesture Flintspirit to follow him. “Can we walk and talk?” It was a question, that was mainly rhetorical because it was a must that the leader speak with his newly appointed deputy.


His ears still ringing with the calls of his name, Flintspirit flicked them as he heard Passionstar's voice once more. He looked at the ginger tomcat, admiring his regality. Flintspirit had always seen Passionstar as a strong and powerful cat, a cat perfect for leading Thunderclan.
He wasn’t sure if he could be the same way. Sure, he had a nice muscular structure, and a very thick dark pelt. He certainy wasn’t scrawny. But unlike Passionstar, he didn’t have a good control over his emotions.
As he was asked the question by his leader, Flintspirit nodded, turning so he was able to walk next to the leader.
His green eyes were swirling with different emotions, he didn’t know what to feel at the moment. He knew that he would be working paw in paw with Passionstar now, and that was his main fear. How could he help the ginger cat lead all of Thunderclan if he couldn’t even get close to him?

[CheetahPelt]

Tallmarsh nodded and began searching for the calendine. She was all work right now--this was not the place for sarcasm. "So, how long have you been having these seizures?" she asked. She found the calendine high up and had to get on her hind legs to grab it. She wondered what it was like having these spasms every day. She imagined that it must be terrifying--you never know when it's going to hit, and it could cause problems if you're doing something like swimming or climbing a tree. She made a mental note to ask a warrior or one of the elders to pay close attention to Owleyes if someone wasn't already.

"Eleven Moons or so. I had a group, more a gang of attack dogs, 'Longscar will be a better leader for our group than you, unless you eat this twoleg trash' they said. So I did. It smelled disgusting, worse than anything Ive ever smelt before, like rotting Dirt mixed with all the carrion in the forest. There were hints of something else, but I couldn't tell. There were strange things floating in it. I ate it, and my stomach immediately rejected it. I started to spaz on the spot, and I hit my head on a rock and almost drowned in my own spit up. I was knocked out. When I woke up, I was surrounded by family, my mother and father, my sister , my mate, my two litters of kits. I was only 23 moons old. Still strong and healthy. When I was released from the medicine den, I was still a warrior and struggled through a moon of seizures, a limp, partial blindness. The next moon I was forced to give up my position as a warrior and moved to the elders den." His eyes had misted over, recalling the day he ruined his life. He shook his head like his ears were full of water and let his head drop. "My life was ruined because of me. I had young kits in the nursery still and I was an elder." He didn't mention how he still had a young litter of kits, his last litter was still in the nursery, the last particles of his love for his mate. He had only meant to say goodbye and leave it there, but it turned into one last night together. He turned and sat with a soft growl.

[Brilliance]

The best place to talk between themselves was most likely the leader's den. Passionstar had walked heavily back, passing others with a respectful nod as he always wanted to acknowledge his clan mates' existence. ''I know you must be surprise...'' His voice was low at first, as if he were exchanging secrets with the new deputy. Evidently, the dark furred tom must had been surprised! It wasn't hard to see it in his expression when the leader called his name. Passionstar had almost smirk, reflecting on the first time Snowstar called his name, how surprised he had been, and very very unconfident in the position for the first couple moons. ''You'll do good. I'm sure you can handle a couple skirmishes, right?'' The tom glanced briefly at his companion. Part of him hated to dump this responsibility on a tom who didn't appear ready, honestly. Passionstar was a worried wreck when it came to Thunderclan. No matter how much of a carefree attitude he had, he worried about the littlest of things - it nagged him that Thunderclan had little protection. Maybe he was desperate, but he wasn't that desperate where he immediately sought out a deputy. He waited many moons, attended gatherings without someone trailing behind his back. He kept focus on his clan mates, seeking around to see who would do justice to Thunderclan. ''With...problems arising, I need to move fast. Our clan mates need someone else to depend on other than me...'' Knowing how impulsive he could get, Passionstar didn't want to take that chance because he knew that he was a monster when provoked too much, and that was the only part of him where he had a hard time controlling. ''..At least try it out, get comfortable, but not too comfortable. I expect patrols to be issued, borders watched over, making sure the other clans keep themselves at bay.'' Passionstar told him, stepping into his den and inviting the tom along, head lowered as he approached his nest. He couldn't remember the last time he relaxed in it. It was still neat, how Magnoliaspark prepared for him. The tom didn't bother to sit down at all, simply pacing around the area, trying to keep his mind focused, and if he was stationary, then he wouldn't be able to focus very easily. ''I don't want Thunderclan to be in any part of this redundant atrocity! How dare anyone drive away cats from a home that they know? It's ridiculous and uncalled for. I just cannot believe Wind, Shadow, and Sky...you'd think they would have more of a mind.'' Passionstar was still high strung about Riverclan's loss of a home, obvious frustration showing through. He could had done better. They could had fought harder. Three clans against two? Where was the fairness in that? Yet still, it was a failure, and every time the dark ginger tom thought about the loss, he wanted to bang his head against a tree or something.

RedHead

[RedHead]

Brilliance

Flintspirit had followed Passionstar into his den as the leader led him there. He’d though they were going to the territory, but did realize it would probably make more sense for the both of them to stay in the camp. They had a new and untrained medicine cat, whom Flintspirit had yet to talk to. And then there was him, the new deputy.
He looked around the den as they entered, his bright green eyes taking a moment to adjust to the din. It was surprisingly clean to him, he knew that Passionstar had been under a lot of pressure with the current war, and he knew stress put a damper on a cat’s ability to look after themselves.
He flicked his ears as Passionstar spoke to him, nodding a little. “Yeah, I definitely am. Not going to deny that.” He meowed, a slight tint of amusement in his meow. At his leader’s next words, Flintspirit flicked his ears a little. “Oh yeah of course. Though I’m pretty sure there’s going to be much more than skirmishes in these times...” He trailed off a little, remembering the war against Skyclan, Shadowclan, and WindClan as they tried to take Riverclan’s territory. He remembered battling the Windclan deputy, Buttercupbreeze. He remembered the surge of adrenaline that had rushed through him, and how close his claws had come to landing a fatal blow. She hadn’t even been fighting with her claws... Sure, he had a few bruises, and one small bite on his leg, but that was it from her. The next cat he’d battled hadn’t been so merciful though. His eyes flicked down to his chest, where a new, fresh scar had been placed, next to the scar he’d hadn’t since kithood.
As Passionstar expressed his worries, Flintspirit felt a twinge of fear in his chest. He trusted Passionstar, he knew he was an excellent leader. But how could the clan depend on him as a deputy? Flintspirit couldn’t even bring himself to depend on anyone, if he did it would end badly for the other cat. “I think you’re an excellent leader. But I only understand the pressures of having other count on you.” He’d been the main man in his family, the main cat his mother had had to rest and rely on. He knew responsibility. But he wasn’t the best at retaining it.
He nodded solemnly as Passionstar moved to the current pressing issues. He understood how heavy the situation was. They were walking on a thread right now, trying to balance between siding with Riverclan, yet still retaining peace with the other clans. This was stuff he knew he was built for, duties he knew he could perform as a deputy. “I’ll make sure that happens. Borders will be secure.” He meowed, feeling a rush of excitment go through him. The simple thought of issuing patrols created a sense of anticipation, of excitement in the dark-furred tomcat. While he was scared with the social part of his position, he knew he could handle these duties, duties of keeping the clan safe. He had a strong maternal instinct, and would do anything to make sure that his clan, Thunderclan, was safe. Anything. Flintspirit knew that fear didn’t stop him when it came to protecting others. He didn’t have fear of material things. He was fearless when it came to that.
He watched with slightly narrowed eyes as Passionstar began to pace back and forth quickly. As the tom spoke again, Flintspirit noticed how tired he seemed to look. He knew going those moons without a deputy probably had taken a lot out of him. A small flicker of pity came into his heart. He’d felt a sudden, instant connection with his leader, he’d always looked up to him, from his mere apprentice moons. And now, here he was, standing at his side as his deputy. Flintspirit walked over and placed his tail on Passionstar’s shoulder. “It is atrocious, there is truly no logical reason that this happened.” He felt a slight growl in his voice, and swallowed, hoping to keep it level. “And that’s the problem. Logic really doesn’t come to many cat’s minds when their heads are clouded with emotion. Believe me... I would know.” He flicked his tail, removing it from Passionstar’s shoulder. “You should get some rest soon though. We don’t need an overly emotional Thunderclan leader. Otherwise you may become as mouse-brained as Blazingstar.” There was humor in his purr, though he was treading carefully around this. He’d already exposed some of himself to his leader, and he was scared. He didn’t want to hurt Passionstar in any way. But i kind of need to be close with him if I’m going to be his deputy.. “I think in the next day or two I could be in the hang of this. I’m pretty adaptable.”

[Freesia]

The leader himself might as well knew a little about herbs himself since his visits to the medicine cat’s den had been much full during his younger warrior moons and definitely his apprentice moons. Passionstar was a hazard to himself, and usually encountered trouble, thus getting hurt in some way or form. It was interesting, in a way, to watch how she worked. It was almost like he could feel her frustration coming from her. He had a lot of chervil applied to his wounds, as well as comfrey to soothe his wounds - he hated them. Honestly, sometimes the pain was a rush, and he rather felt it than the disgusting taste and smell of the foul herbs. The leader laughed awkwadly, “For the first time in my life, I can actually admit that this one time I step into the medicine cat’s den, I haven’t got hurt, hurt myself, or accidentally hurt another.” He almost sounded smug for a second, thinking he deserve some kind of award. He would only tend to the medicine cat’s den if he did get hurt, and that was only if someone pushed him to get his wounds treated like his close friends or his mother. “I just wanted to formally meet with you.” He smiled kindly, his eyes scanning the place, then her, and watching her work about in the area. He knew that she was receiving training from the skyclan’s medicine cat, in the leader’s eyes it was a wrong time to be dependent on a cat from a different clan, but he also knew Thunderclan needed some experience, and he was appreciative to take the help they could get for Tallmarsh’s training. “I know you’re new...it must be kinda stressful to learn so much in few time...” The tom made himself a little comfortable, sitting down as he wrapped his tail around him to lay askew over his paws. “But, how are you doing so far? You know, with everything? These apprentices must be doing a number on you, always breaking some type of bone or something. And, those elders? Wooo, cranky aren’t they? Make you want to dig a deep hole and hide in there, so they can’t find you.” He blew a breath of air, albeit he was lightheartedly joking. On a serious note, he assumed that she must be a little stress about this whole situation, but Passionstar had faith that she would do just fine.


((Sorry for the slow reply! I had a lot of things come up at once.))

She remembered the first time she ever saw Passionstar, her first thought was lion. With his large form and fluffy russet fur, the ThunderClan leader was about as close as it got to what Tallmarsh imagined a lion to look like. She knew who he was, of course, but she'd never gotten to know him. From what she could tell, he seemed to be a good leader. She had never really been interested in what was happening among the Clans, unless it somehow involved her. She thought about the recent battle, and how unfair it seemed to her. Three against two. Who thought that was an even fight? She hadn't participated, even though she had been a warrior at the time. She hated getting her fur dirty, and plus, she was more of a hunter herself. She almost never spent time in the medicine den. As an apprentice, she had a few run-ins another apprentice who was particularly feisty, but she was careful not to get hurt. Due to this, she barely knew anything about herbs, other than the most basic things. She dipped her head respectfully to the leader. "It's definitely been tough," she admitted with a chuckle. "I'm pretty sure the apprentices are just trying to find more and more creative ways to get themselves hurt so they can make me angry. Just yesterday I had one who claimed he 'strained his neck while looking at the sky'." She gave Passionstar a look that screamed 'WHY'. She continued, "And those elders... I swear to StarClan, if another one comes in here just to complain that I'm not doing anything right, I think I might go ballistic!" Her fur stood on end just imagining all of nagging and whining. She glanced back at the wall of herbs to her right, a concerned look on her face. "I'm glad that Shinefang is teaching me, but I just hope that I'll learn enough in time in the case of another battle. Things have been so... tense, lately."

[Freesia]

"That's so awesome! Have you made your way around well enough?" Burnetpaw asked. Burnetpaw couldn't help but grin when Snipkit talked about how great his life is and how much fun he has with his friends! "Oh? Good leaders and bad leaders... Interesting." Burnetpaw pondered. It was very surprising that the kits played that. She had been told stories by elders that not too long ago, there had been bad leaders that betrayed their clan. There was no way that queens would allow kits act like that. It didn't make sense. Maybe Burnetpaw was just overthinking the whole thing and maybe it really wasn't that bad. She did know that the elders didn't have the memory that they used to have, and she knew that sometimes they could twist the truth. But, the queens had to notice! And they must realize that it has to do with the bad leaders! What if those kits wanted to be like those bad leaders when they grew up? "Snipkit, tell me more about that game." Burnetpaw no longer was talking in her cheery tone. She was speaking in her normal, shy tone. This was silly. She wasn't even there to see the bad leaders! Maybe there was nothing to worry about. But if something ever was to happen to Snipkit, she did not want to be the one responsible.

Snipkit tilted his head to one side. Something was bothering Burnetpaw, he could tell. "It's where we all pretend to be leaders from different Clans, except one of us is from EvilClan. Then we fight! Usually my mom is the winner's hill," he said. "I'm usually one of the good guys. Snipstar from AwesomeClan!" he announced proudly. He looked back up at Burnetpaw, hoping he had cheered her up.

[Brilliance]

The thing was, Passionstar did not see himself as an ‘excellent’ leader. There had been so many of his clan mates that mentioned that he was doing good, and only few that admitted he could do better. If he was being candid, he wanted to do better. Passionstar knew that there was always something to be done. He could be an extreme perfectionist, and loathed when things didn’t go according to plan. Like losing that battle. Riverclan should had won. ‘’I seen you.’’ The leader started lowly, calmly, pausing in his pace to glance at Flintspirit, a small noticeable smile plastered on his maw. ‘’I seen you in battle.’’ Even though Passionstar had his own opponents who he was fiercely fighting off, he wasn’t a stranger to try and knock an enemy off a clan mate, if they needed help. Passionstar would outright tell anyone that violence was never the answer...until it became necessary, and that was where he became most passionate. Most fierce, when he was clawing someone - almost to the death. It was scary to him...how much he thrived off fighting. He hate to hurt anyone, but a battle was all bets off. He was going all in, and he wouldn’t stop until something happened. ‘’And, seeing how ferocious you were out there? I was just like...he’s the one.’’ That was genuine. If Passionstar thought long and hard about it, him and Flintspirit had a lot in common, but he virtually knew little of Flintspirit, so he couldn’t exactly admit such.

Flintspirit was more than right, Passionstar agreed - this entire battle has no logical reason for even happening. ‘’I’d think Windclan was just too greedy and wanted more territory. I wouldn’t be surprised if Shadowclan followed suit.’’ The russet snorted, grimacing for a moment with a shake of his head. That was probably the only logical reason; gluttonous. More land. More power. ‘’Although, I am a bit surprise with Skyclan.’’ He didn’t know Grousestar very much, and he only knew moderate of Auroraflame, but he thought they had their heads screwed on right, and would think of all this as indecent...but they were declaring war along with the other two clans. ‘’We just need to watch our backs. And, we need to work together. Who knows what they’ll possibly up to next. I’d die nine times over before I ever let them barge into Thunderclan and try to take over our home.’’ That wasn’t up for a argument. Passionstar was a martyr. He wasn’t afraid of death. If he died, at least he died for something brave. A good reason. Besides that, he had family to worry about - his mother and his niece and brother, Powdernose. Not to forget to mention his close friends.

He had been pacing, a little erratically, lost in his thoughts for a long moment as he listened to Flintspirit. Passionstar was already liking the new deputy’s attitude. This was what he needed in a deputy, someone to emit the same fire that the leader was emitting himself. He paused briefly when he felt the tom’s touch, his broad shoulders slumping with a soft sigh escaping him. ‘’Emotional? How dare you? No, no, I would never go that far. I think Windclan has truly lost it, and bringing the other clans down to their delusions too. I should beat you for comparing me Blazingstar.’’ Passionstar was joking along, feigning to be offended by the insult. There was always hope, that the next day something...good could happen. What good could come from all this, though? Passionstar just wanted to stay out of it, and he’d protect his clan without second thoughts. Albeit, the mention of getting some rest, the leader glanced down at his undisheveled nest longingly before he shook his head. ‘’I’m not tired. Don’t worry about me.’’ Passionstar didn’t have insomnia. He just couldn’t sleep for long. He couldn’t stay stationary for too long. He was always aching to move. ‘’It is a pretty large leap!’’ Passionstar boomed a laughter. ‘’Transitioning from a simple warrior to a deputy? I would hope you would get into the heart of things...I remember when I was too slow to do it. Everything was just such a blur, and I would wake up in my nest thinking that I was a warrior still until somebody had to remind me how mousebrained I was because I was the deputy, pfft.’’ Passionstar had good memories of being deputy, and was still pretty worked up with Snowstar stepping down. Mainly because he had to take over her old battles with the other clans. Passionstar much rather bury the hatchet. Thunderclan was under a new era, so let bygones be bygones, right? ‘’I bet you’re excited to celebrate with your family, hm?’’ Passionstar offered a fond smile. It was one of the best feelings - celebrating with your family on the achievement. He recalled the proud look in his mother’s gaze and the rebellious, confident look in his niece’s. ‘’I don’t want to keep your company hold up in here if you’re anticipating to see them. I just wanted to make sure you had a clear understanding that Thunderclan will not partake in this ridiculous behavior of the other clans. We protect what is ours, and that is final.’’

RedHead

[Brilliance]

((Sorry for the slow reply! I had a lot of things come up at once.))

She remembered the first time she ever saw Passionstar, her first thought was lion. With his large form and fluffy russet fur, the ThunderClan leader was about as close as it got to what Tallmarsh imagined a lion to look like. She knew who he was, of course, but she'd never gotten to know him. From what she could tell, he seemed to be a good leader. She had never really been interested in what was happening among the Clans, unless it somehow involved her. She thought about the recent battle, and how unfair it seemed to her. Three against two. Who thought that was an even fight? She hadn't participated, even though she had been a warrior at the time. She hated getting her fur dirty, and plus, she was more of a hunter herself. She almost never spent time in the medicine den. As an apprentice, she had a few run-ins another apprentice who was particularly feisty, but she was careful not to get hurt. Due to this, she barely knew anything about herbs, other than the most basic things. She dipped her head respectfully to the leader. "It's definitely been tough," she admitted with a chuckle. "I'm pretty sure the apprentices are just trying to find more and more creative ways to get themselves hurt so they can make me angry. Just yesterday I had one who claimed he 'strained his neck while looking at the sky'." She gave Passionstar a look that screamed 'WHY'. She continued, "And those elders... I swear to StarClan, if another one comes in here just to complain that I'm not doing anything right, I think I might go ballistic!" Her fur stood on end just imagining all of nagging and whining. She glanced back at the wall of herbs to her right, a concerned look on her face. "I'm glad that Shinefang is teaching me, but I just hope that I'll learn enough in time in the case of another battle. Things have been so... tense, lately."


{S'all good!}

Passionstar snorted, listening to her speak about her certain ‘adventures’ with her clan mates. ‘’That sounds like what apprentices would do.’’ He boomed a laughter, smiling fondly. Apprentice were such...rowdy cats. They were so excited about becoming warriors, but they forgot that they needed to accomplish the virtue of patience and being safe. Passionstar had an unbearable apprentice of his own, so he could vouch for that. The expression she gave him only caused him to laugh a lot more. ‘’I know that trick. Probably just trying to get out of lessons. Some apprentices does that. I used to hurt myself a lot as an apprentice. I would purposely jump in high trees, sometimes slip and fall and break a bone myself. Maybe I would try to find a snake to battle and prove to my mentor how courageous I could be…’’ There was a lot more where that came from, and he caught a lot of trouble with his former mentor and his parents for being a hazard to himself and others. The mention of elders, Passionstar gave the medicine cat an exasperated look. He definitely knew where she was coming from. When he first became deputy, elders would pester him about the job he was doing. Even when he became their leader, they still voiced their thoughts. Of course, Passionstar respected it now, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t annoyed with all their pessimistic coming his way. ‘’Elders are going to put their prey in even when it’s not needed. They always speak their minds. I used to, when I was very young, and an elder would chew me out...I would open my mouth to speak, but made it sound like no words or sound was coming from me. It drove the elders crazy because they’d think they were going deaf or something!’’ It was probably a mean prank when he was an apprentice, but he had been a young cat who simply wanted to train without the nagging of his elders. It was comical to him now because he remembered some of these elders since he was a kit...and, now he was their leader.

‘’Ah, don’t worry too much about that. You’re going to become great at your job. I know it’s sudden and everything, but before you become skillful in anything, you have to start somewhere. And, you have to have a teacher to be there to show you how it’s done.’’ He responded, going all teacherly mode on her, something he often did, but refrained himself from going on a full blown lecture and such. ‘’You’re going to know all these herbs like the back of your paw! Soon, you’ll be telling these cats what they need before they even get a chance to tell you why they came to you! You’re gonna be remarkable...the best out there, Tallmarsh.’’ Passionstar flicked his tail briefly towards her to affectionately touch her shoulder, wanting to install some confidence in her, so she wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. A moment later, his voice became solemn, remembering why he came to meet her in the first place. ‘’Speaking of Shinefang...I do want to tell you to keep ahold of yourself. Everything’s tense lately, and it’s probably not ideal that this is happening with the other clans, but I don’t want Thunderclan to be apart of such criminal acts that the other clans is doing. You should only be receiving training, and that should be all.’’ Passionstar didn’t want to think that the other clans’ medicine cats would try to persuade Tallmarsh in any way. He wouldn’t think medicine cats would do that, but all medicine cats weren’t saints. Passionstar wanted to think about the wellbeing of his clan. He failed to help Riverclan keep their home, and he was still sour about that. He was more than certain that he would make sure Thunderclan kept their home.

[Teza]

When she had no response, Passionstar gave her a certain look - just to be sure that she didn't have anything defying to say, but nothing came, except the gentle look in her blue irises. They were calm, almost like a gentle flow of an ocean on a bright sunny day on the beach. Yet, she seemed to understand where he was coming from, and he felt that was something they could relate to. However, as he tried his best fluffing his pelt out and trying to groom it as best as he could, he had not been expecting her to help him with it. Not that he minded the help at all, they were clan mates, and he would had done the same thing. However - he wasn't ready for her to yank it out. His claws had unsheathed, digging deep into the earth as he threw his head back, hissing at the sky. ''Almighty, Starclan! Good Grief!'' He yowled, flitting his eyes down to the she cat to give her a quick glare. Truth be told, Passionstar was rather aloof to the notion of pain, but that didn't mean he didn't feel it. In his impulsion, he thought of mind over matter, so as long as he didn't think about how much he was hurting, then he didn't feel the pain at all. Until all was said and done, and he would be throbbing pretty badly. ''I 'ppreciate you helping me though. It'd probably take me all day to get this done...if it gets done at all.'' He snickered a tiny bit. Passionstar never been the tom that appeared ''presentable''. He was always fashionably unkempt, whether his fur was sticking in every which direction, or he was disheveled into a puffy ball, or even when he finished frolicking in the mud, half his fur would be caked with dry mud. No surprise there. He followed along, plucking out the annoyances in his fur, though it took him a while before they were all gone. ''Allow me to take you out on a walk. Get you to de-stress.'' He suggested, despite just walking back into the heart of his clan, he was already ready to roll back out and explore the forest. He couldn't sit in one place far too long, and Creamfrost looked like she could use a break from her aggression and worrisome thoughts.


Once she was unable to find any more of the pesky bugs in her leader's fur, she sat down once again, this time a bit closer to the tom. Her ears pinned back slightly at the thought of him going back out on another walk so early with all the duties of the clan he needed to get done, but a sigh was let out instead. "So long as you stay away from the bushes with pests in them," she said sarcastically. The cream-colored molly then stood back up, her tail flicking in anticipation. At least he wasn't going out alone, right? He'd be with her, a very capable warrior. She could protect him if anything went astray. That, or she'd die trying. "However I don't suggest we stay out long, you have duties to attend to, I'm sure."

(So sorry for the short reply, my new job's been kicking my butt lately and I haven't been in the best place rping wise x.x)

[Mistyfoot⚜]

Snipkit tilted his head to one side. Something was bothering Burnetpaw, he could tell. "It's where we all pretend to be leaders from different Clans, except one of us is from EvilClan. Then we fight! Usually my mom is the winner's hill," he said. "I'm usually one of the good guys. Snipstar from AwesomeClan!" he announced proudly. He looked back up at Burnetpaw, hoping he had cheered her up.

"Oh. Interesting." Burnetpaw said in a nicer tone. At least the bad leaders weren't from any of the five clans. They were clans like "AwesomeClan" and "EvilClan". She was happy to know that Snipkit-or Snipstar, was usually the leader of AwesomeClan. "Well anyways, are you excited to get a tour of the territory when you become an apprentice?" Burnetpaw tried to lighten the mood by talking about Snipkit's upcoming apprenticeship. She knew that it would get Snipkit bouncing around again, so it was a good choice.

[Freesia]

"Oh. Interesting." Burnetpaw said in a nicer tone. At least the bad leaders weren't from any of the five clans. They were clans like "AwesomeClan" and "EvilClan". She was happy to know that Snipkit-or Snipstar, was usually the leader of AwesomeClan. "Well anyways, are you excited to get a tour of the territory when you become an apprentice?" Burnetpaw tried to lighten the mood by talking about Snipkit's upcoming apprenticeship. She knew that it would get Snipkit bouncing around again, so it was a good choice.


Snipkit nodded his head vigorously. "Yes! I'm gonna explore everything!" he said. "What's it like?" He couldn't wait for his apprenticeship. His mother always told him that he was too immature to become an apprentice, but he had decided that he was going to become the best apprentice ever. He didn't know many of the warriors, so he wondered if Burnetpaw was going to be a warrior by the time he became an apprentice.

[Freesia]

"Eleven Moons or so. I had a group, more a gang of attack dogs, 'Longscar will be a better leader for our group than you, unless you eat this twoleg trash' they said. So I did. It smelled disgusting, worse than anything Ive ever smelt before, like rotting Dirt mixed with all the carrion in the forest. There were hints of something else, but I couldn't tell. There were strange things floating in it. I ate it, and my stomach immediately rejected it. I started to spaz on the spot, and I hit my head on a rock and almost drowned in my own spit up. I was knocked out. When I woke up, I was surrounded by family, my mother and father, my sister , my mate, my two litters of kits. I was only 23 moons old. Still strong and healthy. When I was released from the medicine den, I was still a warrior and struggled through a moon of seizures, a limp, partial blindness. The next moon I was forced to give up my position as a warrior and moved to the elders den." His eyes had misted over, recalling the day he ruined his life. He shook his head like his ears were full of water and let his head drop. "My life was ruined because of me. I had young kits in the nursery still and I was an elder." He didn't mention how he still had a young litter of kits, his last litter was still in the nursery, the last particles of his love for his mate. He had only meant to say goodbye and leave it there, but it turned into one last night together. He turned and sat with a soft growl.

Tallmarsh shook her head sadly. "Well, I'm sorry that happened to you, but why exactly did you think it was a good idea to eat that?" she asked. She wasn't trying to be rude or nosy--she was genuinely curious. She didn't really understand why he had listened to those cats who pushed him to eat it. Being born a loner, she had been taught that you can't really trust someone unless you know they'd risk their life for you. She supposed that it was different in the Clans, since they knew each other their whole lives and could trust each other.

[Freesia]

{S'all good!}

Passionstar snorted, listening to her speak about her certain ‘adventures’ with her clan mates. ‘’That sounds like what apprentices would do.’’ He boomed a laughter, smiling fondly. Apprentice were such...rowdy cats. They were so excited about becoming warriors, but they forgot that they needed to accomplish the virtue of patience and being safe. Passionstar had an unbearable apprentice of his own, so he could vouch for that. The expression she gave him only caused him to laugh a lot more. ‘’I know that trick. Probably just trying to get out of lessons. Some apprentices does that. I used to hurt myself a lot as an apprentice. I would purposely jump in high trees, sometimes slip and fall and break a bone myself. Maybe I would try to find a snake to battle and prove to my mentor how courageous I could be…’’ There was a lot more where that came from, and he caught a lot of trouble with his former mentor and his parents for being a hazard to himself and others. The mention of elders, Passionstar gave the medicine cat an exasperated look. He definitely knew where she was coming from. When he first became deputy, elders would pester him about the job he was doing. Even when he became their leader, they still voiced their thoughts. Of course, Passionstar respected it now, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t annoyed with all their pessimistic coming his way. ‘’Elders are going to put their prey in even when it’s not needed. They always speak their minds. I used to, when I was very young, and an elder would chew me out...I would open my mouth to speak, but made it sound like no words or sound was coming from me. It drove the elders crazy because they’d think they were going deaf or something!’’ It was probably a mean prank when he was an apprentice, but he had been a young cat who simply wanted to train without the nagging of his elders. It was comical to him now because he remembered some of these elders since he was a kit...and, now he was their leader.

‘’Ah, don’t worry too much about that. You’re going to become great at your job. I know it’s sudden and everything, but before you become skillful in anything, you have to start somewhere. And, you have to have a teacher to be there to show you how it’s done.’’ He responded, going all teacherly mode on her, something he often did, but refrained himself from going on a full blown lecture and such. ‘’You’re going to know all these herbs like the back of your paw! Soon, you’ll be telling these cats what they need before they even get a chance to tell you why they came to you! You’re gonna be remarkable...the best out there, Tallmarsh.’’ Passionstar flicked his tail briefly towards her to affectionately touch her shoulder, wanting to install some confidence in her, so she wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. A moment later, his voice became solemn, remembering why he came to meet her in the first place. ‘’Speaking of Shinefang...I do want to tell you to keep ahold of yourself. Everything’s tense lately, and it’s probably not ideal that this is happening with the other clans, but I don’t want Thunderclan to be apart of such criminal acts that the other clans is doing. You should only be receiving training, and that should be all.’’ Passionstar didn’t want to think that the other clans’ medicine cats would try to persuade Tallmarsh in any way. He wouldn’t think medicine cats would do that, but all medicine cats weren’t saints. Passionstar wanted to think about the wellbeing of his clan. He failed to help Riverclan keep their home, and he was still sour about that. He was more than certain that he would make sure Thunderclan kept their home.


((Tallmarsh doesn’t know about the dream, right? She wasn’t a medicine cat back when all of that stuff happened))

Tallmarsh dipped her head respectfully and replied, “Thank you, Passionstar.” She hadn’t gotten much in the way of reassurance since she became medicine cat. As a warrior, she never really cared what others thought about her, and therefore she tended to push everyone away. This, combined with her abrasive personality kept her from gaining any close friends to confide in. Being able to complain about all this stress was nice. She perked her ears up when Passionstar’s tone changed. “Of course not. He’s just training me,” she insisted. As she said this, she knew in the back of her mind that she wasn’t completely sure. She’d heard rumors about ‘peace rallies’, and she wondered what they were about. It sounded to her like they were about returning RiverClan to the forest and bringing back peace—and that was definitely something she wanted. She wasn’t sure what had prompted all of this tension in the first place, but she hated this feeling of anger that seemed to surround all of the Clans. She sighed, a tired expression on her face. "When do you think this will all be over?" she asked.

[CheetahPelt]

Tallmarsh shook her head sadly. "Well, I'm sorry that happened to you, but why exactly did you think it was a good idea to eat that?" she asked. She wasn't trying to be rude or nosy--she was genuinely curious. She didn't really understand why he had listened to those cats who pushed him to eat it. Being born a loner, she had been taught that you can't really trust someone unless you know they'd risk their life for you. She supposed that it was different in the Clans, since they knew each other their whole lives and could trust each other.

He narrowed his eyes and laid his ears back. "Where you listening, cat? I told you my goonies were growling up my tail to cut me out as leader. I would have been thrown to the lowest leg of the social latter. As a Shadowclan transfer and my mother being half kittypet, and being half-clan. I was already slung quite far down that ladder and I climbed a few steps with those idiots I called friends." He growled, and got up to sit next to Tallmarsh again. "I have to fix this, I'm sorry." He began to quickly shuffle herbs into seperate clean piles by herb.

[Brilliance]

((Tallmarsh doesn’t know about the dream, right? She wasn’t a medicine cat back when all of that stuff happened))

Tallmarsh dipped her head respectfully and replied, “Thank you, Passionstar.” She hadn’t gotten much in the way of reassurance since she became medicine cat. As a warrior, she never really cared what others thought about her, and therefore she tended to push everyone away. This, combined with her abrasive personality kept her from gaining any close friends to confide in. Being able to complain about all this stress was nice. She perked her ears up when Passionstar’s tone changed. “Of course not. He’s just training me,” she insisted. As she said this, she knew in the back of her mind that she wasn’t completely sure. She’d heard rumors about ‘peace rallies’, and she wondered what they were about. It sounded to her like they were about returning RiverClan to the forest and bringing back peace—and that was definitely something she wanted. She wasn’t sure what had prompted all of this tension in the first place, but she hated this feeling of anger that seemed to surround all of the Clans. She sighed, a tired expression on her face. "When do you think this will all be over?" she asked.

{Yeah, I wouldn't think Tall would know about it actually, so one of the med cats would definitely have to tell her about it, I believe!}

Passionstar could somewhat remember Tallmarsh being a warrior. His mind was fuzzy, but he usually saw her face around camp. Most of the cats he didn't remember their names, but he always remembered a face. In his defense there were just so many of them, so he usually apologized if he got a name wrong. He didn't see Tallmarsh as being naive when it came to the clans' drama and such. He nodded his head in respect to her. ''Good. Training should just be training. Nothing more. Nothing less.'' The leader believed the medicine cat. Out all cats, he had to bestow his trust in her. He liked to think the stars listened to him and responded to him, but in reality Tallmarsh was a gateway to the stars. She could actually speak to them, and that alone made the leader admire her a little more. With all the tensions in the clans, Passionstar was probably as tired as Tallmarsh. He lacked sleep, but for him that was a normal thing. Moving about was probably the closest thing to sleep that he would be able to get because a couple moments of laying in his nest for a quick snooze, never worked well for him. ''It'll all be over once we let the moon become full instead of crescent for once.'' Passionstar had no idea if she would understand that or not, his vagueness appearing through. If he was honest, he didn't know when it would all be over, but if it wasn't going to be over, then Thunderclan would have to protect what was theirs. It was just the constant thought of protecting his home and protecting the cats in it. Quite frankly, maybe they all were being mousebrained fools, and he was no exception. Passionstar almost mentally laughed at that mental comment. His tail swayed behind him, whiskers twitching as the smell of herbs were starting to get to him. He was in the middle of trying to hold in sneezes, but also trying to remain not disgusted. He loathed herbs, honestly. ''What have you learned so far though?'' He wondered if she even found her job exciting. She certainly looked more frustrated than excited, though.

[Brilliance]

Slowly, Passionstar thought Thunderclan was becoming a bit stronger. The cats in his clan knew that he took a long, long time to look for a new deputy. It wasn't his intentions to keep them waiting, but he wanted to be sure. He wanted something to give him an indication, scream out to him to say 'That is the cat! Right there!', so when he noticed that he got that kind of aura around the enigmatic Flintspirit, Passionstar knew his judgement was good. He just hoped that it would last, but he had his faith in the stars. Where everything else failed, the stars were there to guide him. They never outright spoke to him, but he still liked to think they were guiding him...or something.

Surprisingly, the leader managed to get a couple moments of sleep. It wasn't very long, but it was still appreciative and enjoyable that he managed to collect some Z's without moving too much. So after doing a routinely stretch of every bone in his body and fluffing out his fur, he was back out into the clearing, first stopping to survey the area, observe the other cats. Passionstar looked up towards the sky, glancing at the canopy of the trees, inhaling a deep breath to absorb the nature around him. Even in crisis, he managed to admire the land around him. Usually, he'd probably aim to go for a run, just to stretch his bones further, but this time he only jogged towards the fresh kill pile, his greedy eyes landing on everything he wanted, but was pretty indecisive of what he wanted to choose from. Licking his tongue over his lips, he snabbed a squirrel, resorted to a spot under a shaded tree to start crouching down and eating.

Cosmo

[RedHead]

Brilliance

The dark-furred tomcat felt his ears go back at Passionstar’s compliment. It was amazing, to be complimented by the cat he’d looked up to for so long. But the compliment was on something he did so wrong.
He knew Passionstar probably had other reasons for choosing him as the deputy, the leader wasn’t shallow. But knowing that his fighting skills was one of them, well, Flintspirit felt a twinge of uncertainty in his gut that hadn’t been there before. He was always sure of himself, always pushing forward and not looking back. But there were things that a cat sometimes did that caused them the need to have to look back. And seeing the fear, the horror on Buttercupbreeze’s face as he looked over her? That was one of those things. The scene replayed in his mind ever little moment he allowed himself to not be distracted, every little moment that he had a slight break in his fast-paced day.
He couldn’t let Passionstar believe him to be an amazing, fierce, level-headed fighter. He was fearless, that was for sure. But fear was what helped a cat keep their head in battle. It was what allowed them to see the dangers of their actions, and other’s as well. So, being fearless, he got caught up in the moment. He thrived in the adrenaline that rushed through him and clouded his thoughts, his vision, his self.
“I appreciate your compliment... but there’s always a fine line between ferocity and... violence. Sometimes, cats may look like they are doing good, but really, they’re making things worse.”

As Passionstar began to speak about the reasons behind the war, Flintspirit perked his ears once more, listening to his leader. “Well, I don’t know Blazingstar very well, but would you describe him as gluttonous?” If the leader had this certain trait, then Flintspirit knew that the whole clan was most likely swayed, to some extent, to agree with his ideals. He did understand Shadowclan though. Sure, it was stereotypical of him, but he’d never trusted them. They lived in the middle of the pines, thier getting covered in sap and pine needles poking their paw pads. If there was one thing Flintspirit knew for certain, it would be that he’d never ever want to be a part of Shadowclan.
But he agreed with the russet’s next statement. He knew little of Grousestar, but knew that he was a respected, level-headed leader. He knew nothing of his deputy, but he knew he would have some words to say to her when he saw her. Sure, it was always the leader’s final choice in battles, but he knew how big of a role the deputy could play in the leadership of a clan. Especially with how long he knew Auoraflame and Grousestar had been working side by side to lead Skyclan.
As he thought about it more, Flintspirit knew he’d have something to say to all of the deputies. This was a grave time, and he knew he needed to establish first impressions and thoughts of each of the deputies, quickly, to get an ideal of the kind of cats they were. It was simply in his nature, to notice things about others that may not be noticed by others so often.

Flintsprit truly admired Passionstar’s commitment, his ferocity to protect Thunderclan. He loved his clan just as much as the leader, and hoped he could prove to them that he was as willing to give up his life for them as Passionstar was. “Now, that’s ferocity.” He meowed. He could feel the ginger cat’s fire emmiting from him. He’d noticed that Passionstar emit a fire like he himself did. It was something pure and raw, untouched by doubt or uncertainty. It was a pure fire of strength, dignity, loyalty, refined by discipline and leadership. Flintspirit wanted so badly for his bright flame to be as controlled as that, as directed towards one main goal. His fire was spastic, flickering, burning everything in his path and leaving nothing left. And that’s what scared Flintspirit. It was himself.

Flintspirit was worried for a moment that he actually had offended Passionstar, but soon caught on to the tom’s joking tone. He had difficulties inferring things, he was a pretty direct tomcat.
He smiled as Passionstar talk about his time as deputy. He couldn’t imagine this regal ginger tomcat a someone who forgot what they were supposed to be doing. Flintspirit knew he would remember. Maybe it was the excitment buzzing through him, or the pressing of the war in the air, but he had a strong inclination that he needed to get the hang of his new role as quickly as possible. So he could be prepared for whatever came in the future.
Though upon Passionstar’s next question, Flintspirit’s smile faltered in the slightest. The mention of family always got to him. He used to have a big family, sure, sisters he barely remembered, but he had them. A loving father, and a fatherly figure, he’d had both of those. A she-cat who loved him, he’d had that. But he’d ruined it all. They were all gone. And Flintspirit believed it was his fault. He did have his mother though, and he admired her strength and dedication to him, no matter how annoying she did get. “Yes, I understand. Thunderclan protects what is ours.” He reiterated, hoping to draw attention away from the talk of families. He would definitely go see his mother, that was for sure. He might even go talk to a couple of the cats in the clan, just for good measure.

[Freesia]

He narrowed his eyes and laid his ears back. "Where you listening, cat? I told you my goonies were growling up my tail to cut me out as leader. I would have been thrown to the lowest leg of the social latter. As a Shadowclan transfer and my mother being half kittypet, and being half-clan. I was already slung quite far down that ladder and I climbed a few steps with those idiots I called friends." He growled, and got up to sit next to Tallmarsh again. "I have to fix this, I'm sorry." He began to quickly shuffle herbs into seperate clean piles by herb.

Tallmarsh sighed. "That sucks. I don't know how to help you other than ease your seizures," she said. She watched as he began to organize the herbs. "I've been wanting to do that, too. I would've done it sooner, but I'm always busy and I have no idea what half of them are," she mentioned. She had flakes of leaves and petals of flowers tangled in her normally-pristine fur. She was noticeably irked by this, and she licked her chest a couple times. A bitter taste hit her tongue, and she spat out the flakes of herbs on the ground. "Is there anything else you need?"

[CheetahPelt]

Tallmarsh sighed. "That sucks. I don't know how to help you other than ease your seizures," she said. She watched as he began to organize the herbs. "I've been wanting to do that, too. I would've done it sooner, but I'm always busy and I have no idea what half of them are," she mentioned. She had flakes of leaves and petals of flowers tangled in her normally-pristine fur. She was noticeably irked by this, and she licked her chest a couple times. A bitter taste hit her tongue, and she spat out the flakes of herbs on the ground. "Is there anything else you need?"

"Calendine in the eyes." He meowed, not looking forward to it anymore than the cat that had to squeeze the plant juice into his eyes. He shuffled herbs into small piles sniffing at one and the another. He pushed a small pile off to the side. "Calendine."

[Cosmo]

Slowly, Passionstar thought Thunderclan was becoming a bit stronger. The cats in his clan knew that he took a long, long time to look for a new deputy. It wasn't his intentions to keep them waiting, but he wanted to be sure. He wanted something to give him an indication, scream out to him to say 'That is the cat! Right there!', so when he noticed that he got that kind of aura around the enigmatic Flintspirit, Passionstar knew his judgement was good. He just hoped that it would last, but he had his faith in the stars. Where everything else failed, the stars were there to guide him. They never outright spoke to him, but he still liked to think they were guiding him...or something.

Surprisingly, the leader managed to get a couple moments of sleep. It wasn't very long, but it was still appreciative and enjoyable that he managed to collect some Z's without moving too much. So after doing a routinely stretch of every bone in his body and fluffing out his fur, he was back out into the clearing, first stopping to survey the area, observe the other cats. Passionstar looked up towards the sky, glancing at the canopy of the trees, inhaling a deep breath to absorb the nature around him. Even in crisis, he managed to admire the land around him. Usually, he'd probably aim to go for a run, just to stretch his bones further, but this time he only jogged towards the fresh kill pile, his greedy eyes landing on everything he wanted, but was pretty indecisive of what he wanted to choose from. Licking his tongue over his lips, he snabbed a squirrel, resorted to a spot under a shaded tree to start crouching down and eating.

Cosmo


Everglare padded into the clearing, a mouse in her jaws. Another successful hunt for a cat such as I! She thought arrogantly. Though the she-cat was loyal and kind, she was also very full of herself. With her charming personality and alluring appearance, she doubted that anyone could resist her, especially with her two different colored eyes, she was indeed very beautiful, and she knew it. The she-cat dropped the mouse in the pile, and then scanned the clearing. She wasn't really one to go up to other cats, they really just came to her. Everglare could really describe herself as attractive, and it was more than just her appearance. She waited a moment to see if any cats would come up to her, but began to scan the clearing herself to see if there were any cats she might want to talk to. To willingly walk up to them.

Passionstar. Was the one word the she-cat thought when she looked around for cats. All the others looked unappealing or engrossed in a conversation of their own that even Everglare knew was better to not intrude. She began to pad over to the red tom, having no second thoughts about talking to him. She padded over to the tom and stopped a bit in front of him, though she had not talked to Passionstar much before she assumed that leaders should be open to talking to their warriors. "How are you?" She asked, trying to make the conversation as casual as possible.

[Freesia]

{Yeah, I wouldn't think Tall would know about it actually, so one of the med cats would definitely have to tell her about it, I believe!}

Passionstar could somewhat remember Tallmarsh being a warrior. His mind was fuzzy, but he usually saw her face around camp. Most of the cats he didn't remember their names, but he always remembered a face. In his defense there were just so many of them, so he usually apologized if he got a name wrong. He didn't see Tallmarsh as being naive when it came to the clans' drama and such. He nodded his head in respect to her. ''Good. Training should just be training. Nothing more. Nothing less.'' The leader believed the medicine cat. Out all cats, he had to bestow his trust in her. He liked to think the stars listened to him and responded to him, but in reality Tallmarsh was a gateway to the stars. She could actually speak to them, and that alone made the leader admire her a little more. With all the tensions in the clans, Passionstar was probably as tired as Tallmarsh. He lacked sleep, but for him that was a normal thing. Moving about was probably the closest thing to sleep that he would be able to get because a couple moments of laying in his nest for a quick snooze, never worked well for him. ''It'll all be over once we let the moon become full instead of crescent for once.'' Passionstar had no idea if she would understand that or not, his vagueness appearing through. If he was honest, he didn't know when it would all be over, but if it wasn't going to be over, then Thunderclan would have to protect what was theirs. It was just the constant thought of protecting his home and protecting the cats in it. Quite frankly, maybe they all were being mousebrained fools, and he was no exception. Passionstar almost mentally laughed at that mental comment. His tail swayed behind him, whiskers twitching as the smell of herbs were starting to get to him. He was in the middle of trying to hold in sneezes, but also trying to remain not disgusted. He loathed herbs, honestly. ''What have you learned so far though?'' He wondered if she even found her job exciting. She certainly looked more frustrated than excited, though.

Tallmarsh had yet to get a sign from StarClan since she had become a medicine cat. She knew it wasn't going to be as simple as saying Hey, StarClan, wanna help a she-cat out here? and get an answer. But she couldn't see how the other medicine cats could trust StarClan so easily without doubting or anything like that. Looking at the stars reminded her of her responsibility as a medicine cat, and that had kept her up late last night thinking about where she stood with her faith. She kept asking herself why. Why trust something you can't see? Why follow in the steps of some dead cats in the sky? Hopefully, she'd be able to make sense of all this soon. She whisked her tail around to her paws. Passionstar's vague comment confused her, and she just stared at him with a furrowed brow. She knew she looked frustrated and annoyed, but she didn't care anymore. He knew she was stressed, and she didn't feel in the mood to work out what he meant by the full moon statement. She sighed, "Not much. I already knew the basics, and I still don't really remember what Shinefang taught me the last time. I believe willow bark is for joint pain?" She shook her head. The strong scent of herbs were beginning to get to her, and she could tell that it was getting to Passionstar, too. "Maybe we should talk somewhere else? It's pretty stuffy in here," she suggested.

[pomegranate]

Bubbledrop wasn’t very interested in the war. She mainly wanted it to be over, it was getting exhausting. She was still kind of a new warrior, and she was happy at the beginning for excitement. Trekking into unknown areas, fending off Windclan invaders... it really had been spectacular. But now? Well, now she just felt empty. Fighting was now a duty almost, it had lost its allure and sparkle. She really just wanted to plop down in her nest at night, and curl up instead of clawing tiny apprentice’s for something most of them hadn’t even done.
Sighing, the multicolored calico rested her chin on her paws in defeat. Her inner arguments wouldn’t change much, she had to keep fighting. If she ever wanted to soar in the ranks, or even fulfill her duty as a warrior, she had to respect Passionstar’s orders. What with Flintspirit’s new rank, she now saw him as her leader too. So many changes. First Snowstar, now Powdernose... It had gone fast from Leader to Leader and deputy to deputy. Change wasn’t easy for her. Normally, Bubbledrop felt like running in the woods, but today she just felt depressed.
Lifting her head, she turned to look for social interaction. Checkmate
(OPEN)

[Brilliance]

Everglare padded into the clearing, a mouse in her jaws. Another successful hunt for a cat such as I! She thought arrogantly. Though the she-cat was loyal and kind, she was also very full of herself. With her charming personality and alluring appearance, she doubted that anyone could resist her, especially with her two different colored eyes, she was indeed very beautiful, and she knew it. The she-cat dropped the mouse in the pile, and then scanned the clearing. She wasn't really one to go up to other cats, they really just came to her. Everglare could really describe herself as attractive, and it was more than just her appearance. She waited a moment to see if any cats would come up to her, but began to scan the clearing herself to see if there were any cats she might want to talk to. To willingly walk up to them.

Passionstar. Was the one word the she-cat thought when she looked around for cats. All the others looked unappealing or engrossed in a conversation of their own that even Everglare knew was better to not intrude. She began to pad over to the red tom, having no second thoughts about talking to him. She padded over to the tom and stopped a bit in front of him, though she had not talked to Passionstar much before she assumed that leaders should be open to talking to their warriors. "How are you?" She asked, trying to make the conversation as casual as possible.


When it came to food, Passionstar knew exactly how to eat. He'd quickly gobble down his prey in one bite, but he could also hear his mother scolding him about doing such. She would want him to take his time and chew his food, just to make sure no bones were present, but Passionstar hardly ever listened at times. If his mother was here - then yeah, he wouldn't think a second thought but to immediately listen to her because he carried a tremendous amount of respect for his mother.

Truth be told, the leader had not been expecting company to approach him. He thought he would scout the area, check on patrols, maybe hunt a little bit himself, but when one of his clan mates approached him, Passionstar smiled kindly at the she cat. It wasn't hard for him to notice a pretty face. He thought there were plenty of gorgeous she cats in thunderclan. That wasn't debatable. He was already friends with quite a few of them. ''I'm faring well, I suppose.'' It was nice of her to ask, he noted. Nowadays, Passionstar didn't really know exactly how he felt, so he said he was fine. Wasn't that what everyone said? ''And, you?'' He asked, dipping his head in respect towards the she cat. He licked at his chest fur, trying to maintain it for a moment. ''I'm sorry...but, you are...It's rude, I forgot your name.'' He smiled sheepishly, but no one could really blame him. It was a lot of names to remember, but he had seen her face around, and he never forgot a face.

[Brilliance]

Violence was definitely never the answer. No one had to tell Passionstar that. It was the main reason Passionstar wanted Thunderclan to do nothing with this mess that was going on currently. He wanted to focus more on problems that wasn't much of a concern. A snake found in the territory? Easy peasy. Knocking down badgers? Surely! It was the little skirmishes that was far better than down right war, but if it came to war...anyone best believe Passionstar was ready to fight. Fighting was embedded in him, and he hated that part of him loved it so much. It was impulse, a protection thing apart of him. That didn't mean that he went around looking for trouble like he did as a kit and apprentice to try and prove himself that he was ready to become the next big thing in life. He got into horrible trouble when he convinced his brother and best friend that they could get rid of a snake that wandered in the clans, better than the warriors sent to do it at that time. That was probably one of the first time that Passionstar got a thrill in fighting. He was a pudgy kit, techniques slacking, but he had to be brave for his brother and best friend because he got them into that mess. ''I hope you know the fine line of it. You can be brave, but you gotta realize you need to not be reckless with it.'' That was one thing Passion didn't do so well himself about. Bottom line; he was reckless. He was beyond impulsive. He didn't think in malignant times. And, when he fought? He didn't stop until damage was beyond repair. It wasn't something he was proud about, but in his defense, he hardly realized when it was happening until after the deed was committed. Of course, Passionstar chose Flintspirit for his bravery above all else because he virtually didn't know anything else about the tom. He wanted to give Flintspirit a chance, hoping that he did make a great decision on this. The main purpose? He needed someone who was brave. Passion-filled. ''We fail to remember that when we battle, we are not meant to kill. We shouldn't even harm, but it happens, and most times we don't realize when enough is enough...'' And, it sucked because so many cats partake in it, and he was not excluded from this.

Good question. Passionstar thought for a moment, but he shook his head. He didn't know anything about Blazingstar, except for the few times the tom displayed himself and his interactions with the former leader, Snowstar. Passionstar had nothing against any of the leaders in the clans, but he was still cautious around them. Passionstar respected others from different clans and areas, but he didn't trust them. Not so easily. Not so quickly. ''Certain actions lean me towards believing it, but I won't talk ill on the manner because I don't know him myself. Although, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.'' After all, Passionstar could never forget the foul move when Windclan got the help from Shadowclan to attack their camp a few moons back. Now, they all were attacking Riverclan and sharing their territory among themselves? It sounded greedy to him. He had half the mind to think that they were next, but Passionstar wouldn't allow that to happen. ''I was raised to never judge a cat, but sometimes actions speak louder than words. In the manner that they display themselves, how does another not suppose to have a certain type of opinion on them?''

If you asked Passionstar how he got this way...he wouldn't know what to tell you. He didn't know if it was from his father's side or his mother's side, but beyond his parents, he virtually knew nothing of his heritage. He knew a few cats from his mother side, but his father's side was a blank slate. He remembered his father to be the greatest thing in the world. Passionstar always aspired to be like his dad, only seeing all the greatness absorbed in the ginger tom. It was possibly seen that Passionstar's perfectionist and overambitious trait came from his father. Observing the tom since he was a kit, he picked up on certain things. It was the constant reason why Passionstar always sought out trouble...because he wanted to prove his bravery. Not try to get him or his brothers or friends killed. Hearing the compliment, the leader became just a tiny bit bashful. Sometimes he never noticed when he spoke so poetically-ferocious, and for other cats to notice it and compliment it, it always made his ears tingle. He cleared his throat, becoming a little awkward. ''It takes intensity to know one.'' The leader winked humorously, being pretty vague as usual. He was beginning to think they were going to get along just fine. That was a good thing because he needed someone he can trust, someone who was brave and fearless.

The comical thing was that Passionstar was far from being regal. He was far from looking regal. His fur was always spiked and unkempt with running about, and even when he had time to groom, it never stays in place, and most times he would get so frustrated with it that he allowed to do whatever he wanted with it. Or, he'd further mess it up when he found a mud puddle. He couldn't resistible the calling of mud. It was practically calling his name to roll in it. While Flintspirit obviously must had been wanting to avoid the situation, Passionstar immediately saw that Flintspirit didn't answer his question. Passionstar wasn't the tom to prod others for information, as he found that to be rude. A cat will only allow one to get to know them as much as they want to. Passionstar wasn't expecting to peel all of Flintspirit's troubles in one go. They all had their own demons to fight. Some were just worse than others - Passionstar definitely understood that. ''Good.'' He purred, ''Don't you ever forget that. We have kittens that want to make it to see their apprentice moons. Apprentices want to make it to their warrior moons. Warriors want to serve their clans. Queens want to protect and love their kits. '' His tail swayed briskly to the side for a moment, a flame in his gaze. ''We're not just a clan. We're not just protecting Thunderclan. We're a family.'' Truth be told, Passionstar cared little about the territory. When he spoke about protecting Thunderclan - he meant them, as a whole. The cats that made Thunderclan. The territory can be taken any time. They can always find somewhere else to settle, but Thunderclan was not going to be taken. That was the bottom line. ''You should also take a moment out your duties to meet with Tallmarsh. She can be a fascinating one.'' Passionstar snorted, humorously.

RedHead

[doghouse]

Spoopy Potato
Slipping back into the clearing, the sleek oriental molly shook herself, droplets of dew scattering from her slightly damp pelt as she did. She was certainly a pretty cat, even when mildly wet. Giving her chest fur a few licks, she then padded away from the entrance to camp, looking around. She had just returned from a border patrol, and while the sun was up a bit more, it was a little chillier in the mornings than she would've liked, and wetter as well. It probably wouldn't be long until the dew frosted over at night. Shivering at the thought, the tortoiseshell warrior padded over to a nearby patch of sunlight and stretched out on her side, trying to warm her fur. I just want to get leaf-fall and leaf-bare done and over with, Cloverpatch thought, flicking an ear dismissively. She preferred the warmer moons where prey was plentiful.

Of course, she had other reasons as well, but those didn't matter. Not yet, at least. Sweeping her gaze across the clearing, she paused on a younger gray warrior, who she thought to be called Saltwater, or at least she thought that was right. Getting easily to her paws, she gave her fur a quick once-over before padding lightly over, tail held high and a friendliness expression on her face. She was bored, and wouldn't mind having someone around to talk to. And she didn't think they'd mind either, or she hoped that they wouldn't anyways. “Hello!”

[panchiko]

Spoopy Potato
Slipping back into the clearing, the sleek oriental molly shook herself, droplets of dew scattering from her slightly damp pelt as she did. She was certainly a pretty cat, even when mildly wet. Giving her chest fur a few licks, she then padded away from the entrance to camp, looking around. She had just returned from a border patrol, and while the sun was up a bit more, it was a little chillier in the mornings than she would've liked, and wetter as well. It probably wouldn't be long until the dew frosted over at night. Shivering at the thought, the tortoiseshell warrior padded over to a nearby patch of sunlight and stretched out on her side, trying to warm her fur. I just want to get leaf-fall and leaf-bare done and over with, Cloverpatch thought, flicking an ear dismissively. She preferred the warmer moons where prey was plentiful.

Of course, she had other reasons as well, but those didn't matter. Not yet, at least. Sweeping her gaze across the clearing, she paused on a younger gray warrior, who she thought to be called Saltwater, or at least she thought that was right. Getting easily to her paws, she gave her fur a quick once-over before padding lightly over, tail held high and a friendliness expression on her face. She was bored, and wouldn't mind having someone around to talk to. And she didn't think they'd mind either, or she hoped that they wouldn't anyways. “Hello!”

Saltwater quickly looked up, telling herself that this cat was too friendly for comfort, although Saltwater herself was quite friendly. "Hello," the warrior responded, eyeballing the tortoiseshell female. Saltwater felt a little bit uncomfortable at being in the position where she had to continue the conversation; however, she didn't want to put that "burden" on this cat- Cloverpatch, from what Saltwater remembered. And, yes, it was a burden in her opinion. Saltwater let herself relax and wait for Cloverpatch to continue the conversation. The gray warrior loved the chilliness of the air; it refreshed her and made her feel cleaner; as if she was taking an invisible "bath".

However refreshed Saltwater felt, though, was still overwhelmed by the feelings of vulnerability and suspiciousness she felt around her clanmate. It was how she felt around all cats except for her closest friends and family. She thought about leaving Cloverpatch without waiting for her to continue the conversation, but she decided against it. Instead, she started listing the cats' features and what looked like their weaknesses and strengths would be. Black tortoiseshell, ginger and white patches, bright green eyes, medium-short fur, oriental longhair, thin, large ears. Probably a good hunter, from the looks of it. Motherly, perhaps.

Once Saltwater was done listing Cloverpatch's features, she gave her a good stare. Maybe it would make her go away. This gray warrior wasn't particularly in the mood to talk to any cats at the moment. And as of right now, she wasn't enjoying this cat's company. Saltwater had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and now she was a little bit grumpy. Saltwater was still up to talking to Cloverpatch; if anything, she was kind of nervous at the attention since most people thought of her extroverted-ness as annoying. Salt felt like she was being a bit too rude and unfriendly to this cat, so she plastered a fake smile on her face although she felt horrible underneath that smile. "How are you?" she said, still smiling.
Spooski

[Cosmo]

The smooth greeting took Tempestpaw by surprise. Though they didn't get along very well, she never searched out a fight with or anything, but it was still strange to be greeted in such away when they weren't exactly friends. Sure, their little rivalry between them seemed to be slowly subsiding, but they wouldn't consider each other really 'friends' yet. in fact, he hardly considered them 'friendly' yet. Fluffy tail twitching, he decided to play along for now, acting as if there wasn't any hostility between them. "Hello Cloverpaw," his was a bit stiffer than her's. He inwardly winced at how cold he sounded. But the apprentice tried not to let it show that he was bothered y his own tone, trying to continue on, a bit softer this time, yet still having a cold feel to it. "I'm doing fine," pretty much a lie, but not wanting to get into anything with the molly. "And you?"

Tempestpaw was the type to make his mind up about someone and rarely ever change it, hence why he never even bothered to make some kind of peace with Cloverpaw. She dislikes his mother, so he dislikes her. Even if she was his clan-mate, he had to admit that he'd side with his family over someone else in the clan. Unless, of course, they decided to break the rules. But Snowstar was a great leader! So what this mouse-brain was too blind to see that? Cloverpaw just didn't understand. And Tempestpaw would defend his mother to the grave.

Cloverpaw really didn't have anywhere better to be, and perhaps that was a bad thing because she didn't exactly get along with Tempestpaw. She winced at his stiff sounding words, but quickly gathered herself together. She didn't have time to feel hurt. She shouldn't feel hurt anyway. Tempestpaw didn't matter to her. He was just a annoying cat who thought that Snowstar had been a good leader. Good leaders didn't retire from being leaders. Didn't he know that? Probably not. "I'm also doing fine," She said, her voice going from stiff to softer.

The she-cat did not try to mend relationships, that was possibly her least favorite thing to do. If someone disliked her that was their fault. Not hers. She didn't try to fix it. But if she was going to hang out with a cat who disliked her, aka Tempestpaw she wanted to be able to talk to him pleasantly. "You know what, I-i-i," She struggled, "I'm... never mind."

[Freesia]

"Calendine in the eyes." He meowed, not looking forward to it anymore than the cat that had to squeeze the plant juice into his eyes. He shuffled herbs into small piles sniffing at one and the another. He pushed a small pile off to the side. "Calendine."

Tallmarsh nodded. She padded over to the small pile of leaves and yellow flowers. "And do I chew it first?" she asked. She went to sniff it and pulled her head back quickly when an acrid scent hit her nose. "Dear StarClan, why would we use that? It smells horrible!"

[RedHead]

Spoopy Fishie

His green eyes searching the clearing, the large dark-furred tomcat sat and wrapped his tail around his paws. He was subconsciously looking around for his mother, he knew she’d want to talk to him, especially after getting promoted. He’d went instantly to Passionstar’s den with him after the ceremony, not getting the chance to talk to anyone really. Not that he would talk to anyone besides Glisteningcry and Nightpaw. Those were really the only two cats he actually talked to in the past few moons. Besides small talk with the occasional clanmate. And Rowanflower. Flintspirit remembered his tense talk with the fiery Riverclan deputy, it had been enjoyable. It had reminded him how fun it was to just be himself. But he’d had to force himself to hide behind a wall, not allowing other cats in. For their own sakes. If there was one thing Flint cared too much about, it was about others. He had a big heart, and couldn’t stand the thought of the cause of someone else’s grief being him.

Flicking his tail, the tom stood again, deciding he needed to take action to actually go find his mother. She would probably find him eventually, but he was restless. He needed to move around. He padded towards the nursery, remembering how often he’d gone in here when Nightpaw had been a mere kit. He hadn’t known exactly how to be a father at the time. And he still didn’t. He figured he was doing an okay job though, Nightpaw didn’t seem messed up. Too bad at least. Flintspirit chuckled at his own joke, glancing around for a moment. It was times like this where he wished he had close friends, friends he could share his hilarious thoughts with. But he only had his mom. And he didn’t think his mom would’ve thought he was funny.

[Hes such a dork XD]

[pomegranate]

Spoopy Fishie

His green eyes searching the clearing, the large dark-furred tomcat sat and wrapped his tail around his paws. He was subconsciously looking around for his mother, he knew she’d want to talk to him, especially after getting promoted. He’d went instantly to Passionstar’s den with him after the ceremony, not getting the chance to talk to anyone really. Not that he would talk to anyone besides Glisteningcry and Nightpaw. Those were really the only two cats he actually talked to in the past few moons. Besides small talk with the occasional clanmate. And Rowanflower. Flintspirit remembered his tense talk with the fiery Riverclan deputy, it had been enjoyable. It had reminded him how fun it was to just be himself. But he’d had to force himself to hide behind a wall, not allowing other cats in. For their own sakes. If there was one thing Flint cared too much about, it was about others. He had a big heart, and couldn’t stand the thought of the cause of someone else’s grief being him.

Flicking his tail, the tom stood again, deciding he needed to take action to actually go find his mother. She would probably find him eventually, but he was restless. He needed to move around. He padded towards the nursery, remembering how often he’d gone in here when Nightpaw had been a mere kit. He hadn’t known exactly how to be a father at the time. And he still didn’t. He figured he was doing an okay job though, Nightpaw didn’t seem messed up. Too bad at least. Flintspirit chuckled at his own joke, glancing around for a moment. It was times like this where he wished he had close friends, friends he could share his hilarious thoughts with. But he only had his mom. And he didn’t think his mom would’ve thought he was funny.

[Hes such a dork XD]


Glisteningcry had been watching a pair of tomkits playing the corner of the nursery. They were two scrawny little things, one a flaming orange tabby with green eyes, the other a darker orange kit with a fluffy tail. Glisteningcry had been watching them for a little bit, as their mother had gone out for a quick walk. The retired queen could understand the molly’s insanity, even two kits could be a pawful if they were too rowdy. She watched as the deftly flicked a round lump of moss back and forth, and Glisteningcry felt a pang in her heart. She missed her kits so much. Those precious moons she had had to watch them play and jump around had been rudely snatched from her, and she would have given everything to be stuck in that tiny space in her past, when she was young and her kits were still alive and adorable. Of course Flintspirit’s still here, She thought proudly. She had been given some looks lately, most kind and more recognizable than usual, and that had brought her pride. Not only had she birthed the clan’s new deputy, she had managed to raise him to a somewhat decency.
Glisteningcry’s fond memories were interrupted by the two tomkits, the darker one was gnawing on the other’s ear. “No, no dearies! Play nice!” She reprimanded, the long furred calico standing abruptly up. She quickly walked over to separate them, grabbing the lighter orange kit lightly by the scruff to set him aside.
—
Glisteningcry quickly fled from the nursery. After the mother of the two kits had returned, the queen had taken her chance to escape. Blinking her green eyes, she ducked her head underneath the exit to the nursery, before her forehead nearly collided with her son.
“Flint!” She exclaimed happily. “Flintspirit, I mean.” She quickly corrected herself, smiling at the dark furred tom. Even after all this time you still see him as Flint, her mind sighed in defeat. Sometimes she even referred to herself as Glisten on accident. She wasn’t very good with names. “So, how’s the mighty deputy? You’ve been making me proud, right?” She said in a mocking voice, subtly winking her eyes. She couldn’t help but grin. She was boiling with pride- her son! Deputy of Thunderclan! Ashenice would be so proud of him, Glisteningcry could feel him cheering up in Starclan.

[Mistyfoot⚜]

Snipkit nodded his head vigorously. "Yes! I'm gonna explore everything!" he said. "What's it like?" He couldn't wait for his apprenticeship. His mother always told him that he was too immature to become an apprentice, but he had decided that he was going to become the best apprentice ever. He didn't know many of the warriors, so he wondered if Burnetpaw was going to be a warrior by the time he became an apprentice.

"Our territory is amazing! There are thick trees covering most of the place, and there are lots of good hunting spots! You'll love it, Snipkit." Burnetpaw exclaimed. Burnetpaw remembered when she got a tour of the territory. Burnetpaw was just as overjoyed as Snipkit was now, but maybe a little bit more mellow. She flashed back to when she was running around the territory with her mentor, how free she felt. Now, she was a little more closed in. "Being an apprentice is lots of hard work too, remember that." Burnetpaw reminded. "You'll have to help out with the elders, do some tough training, lots of hunting..." She cut herself off before she discouraged the kit. Snipkit would understand when he was an apprentice. There are lots of good things in apprenticeship, but also a lot of tedious work. But for now, Snipkit was still oblivious.

[Brilliance]

Delta

Passionstar gave Tallmarsh a thankful exaggerated look. If she wasn't going to suggest leaving the medicine den, then he was, because quite frankly the leader couldn't stand much of the scent of herbs. He inhaled that enough when he constantly got in trouble, ultimately hurting himself. Aside from that, certain herbs would make him sneeze uncontrollably, as if he were allergic to them or something. So, he flicked his tail for her to follow him. ''Please.''

He wasn't an expert on herbs himself. After all, that wasn't his job, but some herbs that used to be used on him, he could definitely recall. ''I believe so. I can recall willow bark easing pain.'' He walked with her into the clearing, inhaling the scent of something he found much more endearing...nature, itself. He threw her a quick look, ''Are you even listening to what Shinefang is teaching you?'' He asked, curiously. His tone might had sounded accusing, like a parent to its kit. Maybe Shinefang was teaching her too fast apparently if she wasn't getting the information. Or, she just wasn't listening at all. ''Is he a good teacher so far? The best teacher is experience, and there's gonna be some tough situations out there that will blow you away...and, even if you will make mistakes...we don't think we would want any cats to die in your turn, but death is a natural part of life, and not even the most skillful medicine cats could save a life when it proves to be just...over.'' Passionstar had to pause, wondering where he was exactly going with that...advice? He didn't really know. His mind was clouded anyway, and maybe being in that herb-infested den caused him to become a bit woozy. He supposed that he was just telling her that there would be harsh times as a medicine cat, but she would definitely be able to surpass it. Within time, that is. Probably not the best way to word advice, but Passionstar was very vague, and usually others had to interpret what he was telling them.

[Freesia]

Delta

Passionstar gave Tallmarsh a thankful exaggerated look. If she wasn't going to suggest leaving the medicine den, then he was, because quite frankly the leader couldn't stand much of the scent of herbs. He inhaled that enough when he constantly got in trouble, ultimately hurting himself. Aside from that, certain herbs would make him sneeze uncontrollably, as if he were allergic to them or something. So, he flicked his tail for her to follow him. ''Please.''

He wasn't an expert on herbs himself. After all, that wasn't his job, but some herbs that used to be used on him, he could definitely recall. ''I believe so. I can recall willow bark easing pain.'' He walked with her into the clearing, inhaling the scent of something he found much more endearing...nature, itself. He threw her a quick look, ''Are you even listening to what Shinefang is teaching you?'' He asked, curiously. His tone might had sounded accusing, like a parent to its kit. Maybe Shinefang was teaching her too fast apparently if she wasn't getting the information. Or, she just wasn't listening at all. ''Is he a good teacher so far? The best teacher is experience, and there's gonna be some tough situations out there that will blow you away...and, even if you will make mistakes...we don't think we would want any cats to die in your turn, but death is a natural part of life, and not even the most skillful medicine cats could save a life when it proves to be just...over.'' Passionstar had to pause, wondering where he was exactly going with that...advice? He didn't really know. His mind was clouded anyway, and maybe being in that herb-infested den caused him to become a bit woozy. He supposed that he was just telling her that there would be harsh times as a medicine cat, but she would definitely be able to surpass it. Within time, that is. Probably not the best way to word advice, but Passionstar was very vague, and usually others had to interpret what he was telling them.

Tallmarsh followed Passionstar outside, relishing in the clean, open air. Even she got tired of being in the medicine den all day, surrounded by the overwhelming smell of herbs. She nodded and replied, “He uses it for himself a lot.” She stopped mid-step and narrowed her eyes. Was he serious? Of course she was listening! She had been trying to remain respectful and not-rude during this conversation, but that comment annoyed her. Most cats probably wouldn’t get angry because of one little comment, but Tallmarsh was a drama queen, so of course she was going to overreact. She heard the second piece of ‘advice’ he’d offered, and that was something she’d been thinking about ever since she became medicine cat. And honestly, she was terrified of that. She was terrified that she wasn’t going to know enough and some poor cat was going to die because of her. She stomped her foot angrily and snapped, “Of course he’s teaching me! I wasn’t originally going to be a medicine cat, you know that, right? I wasn’t focused on learning herbs when I was an apprentice, so I’m sorry if I’m disappointing you. We can’t all be perfect.” The dark tabby stopped, realizing what she’d said. She usually tried to be respectful to authorities, but sometimes she forgot her manners. Passionstar had done two things she hated—it wasn’t his fault, since she hadn’t told him. Tallmarsh absolutely hated vague comments and accusing comments (or anything that sounded accusing), and he’d just hit her with a double-whammy. She noticed that Passionstar used a lot of vague comments, so maybe it'd be a good idea to mention to him sometime in the future that she didn't like stuff like that.

(OOF I just realized how much of a brat Tallmarsh truly is. I don't usually write over-the-top characters so I'm sorry if she's too try-hard))

[CheetahPelt]

Tallmarsh nodded. She padded over to the small pile of leaves and yellow flowers. "And do I chew it first?" she asked. She went to sniff it and pulled her head back quickly when an acrid scent hit her nose. "Dear StarClan, why would we use that? It smells horrible!"

"How else would you get the juice in my eyes?" He growled annoyed, his looked up from the herbs he was irritatedly putting into meticulous piles. He looked at the plant and rolled his eyes. "They're the only known herb to help with failing eyes." He wrinkled his nose

[Brilliance]

Tallmarsh followed Passionstar outside, relishing in the clean, open air. Even she got tired of being in the medicine den all day, surrounded by the overwhelming smell of herbs. She nodded and replied, “He uses it for himself a lot.” She stopped mid-step and narrowed her eyes. Was he serious? Of course she was listening! She had been trying to remain respectful and not-rude during this conversation, but that comment annoyed her. Most cats probably wouldn’t get angry because of one little comment, but Tallmarsh was a drama queen, so of course she was going to overreact. She heard the second piece of ‘advice’ he’d offered, and that was something she’d been thinking about ever since she became medicine cat. And honestly, she was terrified of that. She was terrified that she wasn’t going to know enough and some poor cat was going to die because of her. She stomped her foot angrily and snapped, “Of course he’s teaching me! I wasn’t originally going to be a medicine cat, you know that, right? I wasn’t focused on learning herbs when I was an apprentice, so I’m sorry if I’m disappointing you. We can’t all be perfect.” The dark tabby stopped, realizing what she’d said. She usually tried to be respectful to authorities, but sometimes she forgot her manners. Passionstar had done two things she hated—it wasn’t his fault, since she hadn’t told him. Tallmarsh absolutely hated vague comments and accusing comments (or anything that sounded accusing), and he’d just hit her with a double-whammy. She noticed that Passionstar used a lot of vague comments, so maybe it'd be a good idea to mention to him sometime in the future that she didn't like stuff like that.

(OOF I just realized how much of a brat Tallmarsh truly is. I don't usually write over-the-top characters so I'm sorry if she's too try-hard))

Passionstar had no intentions on setting the medicine cat off. In regards to she cats, Passionstar was raised by his mother to be very much a gentleman. He knew that a she cat's wrath had no limits, but he wasn't a stranger to kissing up to them all the time. Given that he was provoked enough, he'd act on impulse - which to him, in this case, was stupidity. He didn't seem to take her words to offense, but rather his whiskers twitched curiously when she snapped and stomped her paw. He had to refrain himself from snickering. He heard mention that she was a little fiery. From when she was a warrior, at least. ''Ah, don't twist your tail in a knot. I meant no offense towards you, Tallmarsh. Just wondering...I know how - actually, I don't know how. I just know it's a lot of responsibility, and that it takes a lot of concentration in order to get it.'' He didn't know what it was like to be a medicine cat, and he hoped he never had to do the job. He barely could take care of himself, let alone another cat. ''I don't even see you as a medicine cat...how did you even get into this...occupation?'' It was a wonder, really. He barely even noticed her as a warrior. She was just a plain face among the same crowd, but now she had a more vital role in the clan. Honestly, Passionstar found she cats who had attitude to be humorous. At least she knew how to dish it as well as she could take it.

{ I like her character though! She has a lot of attitude, and it's pretty funny x3 }

[lunaheart]

Ears flickered, nose twitched, the maine coon apprentice still slumbered through other cats' chatter and roundabouts in the den. He didn't know why the large tom slept longer than others, it's not like he's lazy sort to say- it's just his body and brain tells him it's time to..sleep. Perhaps, it's because he was a runt? He'll never know. From soundless pitch black of mind came across blurry colors, clearing up to a scenery. This dream again.. Sleepypaw was in a smaller kit form and he looked up to meet unwelcoming set of brown eyes of his mother. Before the name Sleepykit he was named Cyan or so he was told. Then a sudden bitter cold wind swept up his fragile body, his eyes focused on the blurry vision of trees, bushes..smell of pine surround him. The feline was hanging from a cat's mouth and next thing he ended up here. Each sleep comes vivid, fragment of his recurring dream. "Nuisance..," he mumbled, eyes slowly opening up to the sight of his clanmates enjoying their day.

"It's time to get up."

[open]

(does that mean that anyone can jump in ? cause i want to play brindlepaw.)

[Freesia]

"How else would you get the juice in my eyes?" He growled annoyed, his looked up from the herbs he was irritatedly putting into meticulous piles. He looked at the plant and rolled his eyes. "They're the only known herb to help with failing eyes." He wrinkled his nose

Tallmarsh sighed and grabbed one of the leaves with her teeth. She avoided letting it touch her tongue as she chewed as best she could until it was a pulp. She looked at Owleyes, a gross-out look her face. This stuff tasted horrible.

[Freesia]

Passionstar had no intentions on setting the medicine cat off. In regards to she cats, Passionstar was raised by his mother to be very much a gentleman. He knew that a she cat's wrath had no limits, but he wasn't a stranger to kissing up to them all the time. Given that he was provoked enough, he'd act on impulse - which to him, in this case, was stupidity. He didn't seem to take her words to offense, but rather his whiskers twitched curiously when she snapped and stomped her paw. He had to refrain himself from snickering. He heard mention that she was a little fiery. From when she was a warrior, at least. ''Ah, don't twist your tail in a knot. I meant no offense towards you, Tallmarsh. Just wondering...I know how - actually, I don't know how. I just know it's a lot of responsibility, and that it takes a lot of concentration in order to get it.'' He didn't know what it was like to be a medicine cat, and he hoped he never had to do the job. He barely could take care of himself, let alone another cat. ''I don't even see you as a medicine cat...how did you even get into this...occupation?'' It was a wonder, really. He barely even noticed her as a warrior. She was just a plain face among the same crowd, but now she had a more vital role in the clan. Honestly, Passionstar found she cats who had attitude to be humorous. At least she knew how to dish it as well as she could take it.

{ I like her character though! She has a lot of attitude, and it's pretty funny x3 }

Tallmarsh huffed. She was still a bit on the defensive side, even though Passionstar seemed completely calm. She was thankful that he wasn't getting angry at her--if she were him, she probably would've gone 'Omae wa mou shindeiru' on whichever poor soul decided to snap at her. "I guess StarClan thought I would be a good medicine cat. I don't really understand it myself. I just know that I have a duty to my Clan," she said, her voice tinged with the tiniest bit of sarcasm. She willed the tip of her long tail to stop its angry twitching and the fur on her neck to lie flat. She had been in ThunderClan for over 30 moons now, yet she still carried the defensive nature her mother had taught her when she was young. Being a former loner, these ideas of you can't trust anyone unless they'd die for you and no one is born nice were still deeply rooted beliefs in her. They may not determine whether she lived or died, but she held onto them, whether she realized it or not.

((Ah, thank you! ^^ I have a lot of fun channeling my sarcasm/anger into her))

[RedHead]

Glisteningcry had been watching a pair of tomkits playing the corner of the nursery. They were two scrawny little things, one a flaming orange tabby with green eyes, the other a darker orange kit with a fluffy tail. Glisteningcry had been watching them for a little bit, as their mother had gone out for a quick walk. The retired queen could understand the molly’s insanity, even two kits could be a pawful if they were too rowdy. She watched as the deftly flicked a round lump of moss back and forth, and Glisteningcry felt a pang in her heart. She missed her kits so much. Those precious moons she had had to watch them play and jump around had been rudely snatched from her, and she would have given everything to be stuck in that tiny space in her past, when she was young and her kits were still alive and adorable. Of course Flintspirit’s still here, She thought proudly. She had been given some looks lately, most kind and more recognizable than usual, and that had brought her pride. Not only had she birthed the clan’s new deputy, she had managed to raise him to a somewhat decency.
Glisteningcry’s fond memories were interrupted by the two tomkits, the darker one was gnawing on the other’s ear. “No, no dearies! Play nice!” She reprimanded, the long furred calico standing abruptly up. She quickly walked over to separate them, grabbing the lighter orange kit lightly by the scruff to set him aside.
—
Glisteningcry quickly fled from the nursery. After the mother of the two kits had returned, the queen had taken her chance to escape. Blinking her green eyes, she ducked her head underneath the exit to the nursery, before her forehead nearly collided with her son.
“Flint!” She exclaimed happily. “Flintspirit, I mean.” She quickly corrected herself, smiling at the dark furred tom. Even after all this time you still see him as Flint, her mind sighed in defeat. Sometimes she even referred to herself as Glisten on accident. She wasn’t very good with names. “So, how’s the mighty deputy? You’ve been making me proud, right?” She said in a mocking voice, subtly winking her eyes. She couldn’t help but grin. She was boiling with pride- her son! Deputy of Thunderclan! Ashenice would be so proud of him, Glisteningcry could feel him cheering up in Starclan.



Flintspirit let out a surprised meow as his mother’s dark head suddenly came into view. He stepped back to let her finish coming out of the nursery, relief washing over him that he didn’t actually have to go in there. He’d had enough teasing from the queens for a lifetime when Nightpaw was a kit.
He gave his mother a good-natured roll of his bright green eyes as she addressed him by Flint, knowing that she wasn’t the best with names. Which, to be frank, he was happy about sometimes. That way, no cat might be able to tell who she could be rambling about next.
“Well so far I think? I haven’t been the deputy that long ma.” He laughed, though her enthusiasm was addicting, and it fueled him as well. He was proud of himself for his new rank, but fearful as well. Not the normal fears like worrying if he was strong enough or organized enough, Flintspirit was completely confident in those abilities of his. But fearful that he might not be able to connect to his clan in the way that he knew he should.
“And what about you? How’s my lovely mother doing since Nightpaw moved out?”

[pomegranate]

Flintspirit let out a surprised meow as his mother’s dark head suddenly came into view. He stepped back to let her finish coming out of the nursery, relief washing over him that he didn’t actually have to go in there. He’d had enough teasing from the queens for a lifetime when Nightpaw was a kit.
He gave his mother a good-natured roll of his bright green eyes as she addressed him by Flint, knowing that she wasn’t the best with names. Which, to be frank, he was happy about sometimes. That way, no cat might be able to tell who she could be rambling about next.
“Well so far I think? I haven’t been the deputy that long ma.” He laughed, though her enthusiasm was addicting, and it fueled him as well. He was proud of himself for his new rank, but fearful as well. Not the normal fears like worrying if he was strong enough or organized enough, Flintspirit was completely confident in those abilities of his. But fearful that he might not be able to connect to his clan in the way that he knew he should.
“And what about you? How’s my lovely mother doing since Nightpaw moved out?”


”Pshaw. No excuse.” She scoffed, her eyes sparkling. He was so modest, she would fix that. That’s why mollies kept shying away from him, he always was so humble and nonexistent. Maybe being deputy would force him to shed his exterior... Passionstar would be a good role model for Flint. Spirit. She couldn’t wait to see how he grew, every caterpillar must turn in to a butterfly at some point, they can’t keep hiding in their cocoon unless they wish to perish.
At the mention of Nightpaw, Glisteningcry pretended to sulk. “Your daughter needs to visit me more.” She whined, shooting a pleading glance towards her son. Nightpaw had always been such a reserved kit, Glisteningcry had been amazed at how Flintspirit had managed to raise her somewhat well. “Well, other than being deprived of my well deserved attention, I’ve been doing alright. Kitsitting for some of the new queens- literally. I’ve threatened to actually sit on some of them.” She purred in amusement, although she wasn’t exactly joking. Sometimes she wanted to just hug and squish the adorable kits, other times she wanted to ignore them completely.
Glisteningcry’s ears poked up, and she straightened to meet her son’s gaze. Gosh he had gotten tall. “Speaking of Nightpaw, how is she? Her apprenticeship going alright? I haven’t seen her doing many chores yet, but I know a few queens who would love some more moss... put in a good word for me.” She chuckled playfully. Of course, dutiful Nightpaw would either do the task effortlessly or argue back with a fighting force. Glisten always loved to see how her grandkit tried to snip at Flintspirit.

[Brilliance]

Tallmarsh huffed. She was still a bit on the defensive side, even though Passionstar seemed completely calm. She was thankful that he wasn't getting angry at her--if she were him, she probably would've gone 'Omae wa mou shindeiru' on whichever poor soul decided to snap at her. "I guess StarClan thought I would be a good medicine cat. I don't really understand it myself. I just know that I have a duty to my Clan," she said, her voice tinged with the tiniest bit of sarcasm. She willed the tip of her long tail to stop its angry twitching and the fur on her neck to lie flat. She had been in ThunderClan for over 30 moons now, yet she still carried the defensive nature her mother had taught her when she was young. Being a former loner, these ideas of you can't trust anyone unless they'd die for you and no one is born nice were still deeply rooted beliefs in her. They may not determine whether she lived or died, but she held onto them, whether she realized it or not.

((Ah, thank you! ^^ I have a lot of fun channeling my sarcasm/anger into her))

Not only was Tallmarsh a female, and Passionstar clearly respected her because of that simple reason, but also as well because she was a medicine cat. One day, he might have to put his trust in her with his life, and certainly the she cat looked like she would totally end your life with the wrong herb if you dared to cross her. It was humorous to him though, snickering mentally at the thought. ''Oh, my, you sound so determined about it.'' Again, his whiskers twitched with amusement because he most notably detected that little bit of sarcasm on the edge of her tongue. Caliaflame was a little snippy, but she was nice, from what he knew, but this new medicine cat...probably Thunderclan will need the luck. ''The stars - they never lie. They are always right, so starclan must see something glittering in you in order to be Thunderclan's medicine cat. You gotta respect their wishes because it is such an honor...when the stars have faith in you.'' He sounded so blissful, so sure, so passionate, definitely poetic. He would talk about the stars like his life depended on it because he trusted them heavily. He talked to the stars all the time, and would be lucky enough if they would just talk back to him. ''Your trip to starclan...was it amazing?'' He asked quietly, mainly between the two of them to keep others out such business. He remembered his trip to starclan...and good grief! It was the first time all his energy left his being and he felt like he was about to collapse and die. Yet, it was such a fruitful experience that it made his eyes glow so brightly. So magnificently.

[RedHead]

Brilliance

Flintspirit flicked his ears as Passionstar talked about violence. He knew his own faults, in fact, he was a cat who liked to take note of the smallest things. In nature, in others, in pretty much anything that changed. And being that way, the dark-furred tomcat made sure he noticed all of his faults. He wasn’t ashamed of them, oh no. He knew that they made him who he was, and that jo cat could be perfect. No matter how much they wanted to be. But Flintspirit didn’t want to be perfect either. He was perfectly confident with who he was. Besides the fact that he was scared of getting close to others. But Flintspirit was determined to get over that fault. And he knew he had to do it soon. He would need to focus all of his energy into helping Passionstar keep Thunderclan safe. And out of this war as much as they possibly could be. And you’re over here complaining about small things Flint. What are you doing? He scolded himself, but the tom did know he had a hard time focusing on the bigger picture of things. He saw a single problem, not exactly branching out to look at everything that made up that problem. Narrow-minded and tunnel-visioned, that’s what Rockspirit had called him.
And Flintspirit has to accept the tom was right.
“Yeah, that’s where I falter a little bit. Reckless is kind of my thing.” Flintspirit meowed, flattening his ears sheepishly. He then blinked at himself. Did I just... make a joke in front of my leader? Flintspirit noticed how comfortable he was feeling around the tomcat. It was odd for him, to feel so comfortable around a cat he didn’t really know. But he felt like there was something about Passionstar that made him different. Easier to talk to. Easier to trust. At his next words, Flintspirit couldn’t agree more. His memory flashed back to his fight with Buttercupbreeze, her fearful, contorted features as he lashed out at her with more aggressiveness than a hungry fox. We don’t realize when enough is enough... Passionstar’s words echoed around in the tomcat’s head, his tail flicking in the wrenching of his gut. He feared the next gathering, if there even was one in this time of war, when he’d have to face the creamy she-cat again. And this time, he’s be facing her as a deputy, an equal. He felt he didn’t deserve to be equal to her. She was so much smarter than him, so much more in control of her battling. He was the one who’s put pain to her. And yet, she hadn’t even placed anything more than a small bite on his leg, that wasn’t even bothering him. ”Have you had your own experience with that?” He was surprised at the words that came out of his mouth. He had meant to just agree with the tom, but truly, his curiosity was getting the better of him.

Flintspirit of course didn’t know the Windclan leader very well either. He hadn’t even talked to the cat. And unlike Passionstar, he wasn’t raised not to judge. In fact, his mother judged cats on a daily basis. Not in a harsh way of course, more of a studying way. Flint unfortunately, was very judgmental himself. And while he knew it wasn’t in his place, he did have a few words he would like to say to the Windclan leader. “Well, i’d like to know what made him think this war was a good idea in the first place. Like seriously, driving out Riverclan? That makes me a little disgusted to say the least. He sure sounds just....” Stupid. Flintspirit stopped himself, knowing full well that, while he was the deputy, he still needed to show respect. But he couldn’t help but be fired up by the topic of this. Mouse-brained cats deserved to be judged. And righted. He dug his claws into the ground below, averting his gaze away from Passionstar for a moment. “What amazing parents did you have that somehow led you to not judge others?” He finally meowed, hoping that getting away from the former subject would calm him down. He truly was curious, he didn’t think the most saintly cat in the world could have taught him not to judge. It was truly embedded in his nature, through and through.

When Passionstar responded to his comment, Flintspirit’s wars went back, a very confused expression on his face. He didn't understand what his leader had said at all. “Umm... what?” He needed a direct answer to most anything. Flintspirit was not good with signals, or signs, or anything vague and not direct. He needed others to be direct when talking to him, otherwise he would be confused, or take their “subtle” words as something direct. He needed to be told exactly what something was, or what something meant, for him to understand.

Thunderclan is a family. Could he protect it? Could he be responsible for a family as big as this, as... diverse as this? Suddenly, Flintspirit felt even more doubt creeping through his fur. Taunting him, teasing him. Doubt was not what the tom liked to feel. It left a gross, uneasy feeling in his gut that was not normal for him.
The tom swallowed, trying to push it away. That was not something he wanted to feel right now. You can do this Flint. You of all cats know what it sounds like to have a diverse family. This would just be a bigger family than he was used to. “Yes, I see that.” He finally meowed, flicking his tail a little bit.
At his last comment though, the tom perked up. “Fascinating one? How so?” He needed to talk to a cat he could just banter with, maybe get his regular system flowing again. He enjoyed feisty cats, they were the ones he found most entertaining, and easiest to keep a distance with but still have fun talking to them. Such as Rowanflower. The tom’s mind wandered to the ginger and white tabby, a smirk forming on his face. Out of the deputies he’d met so far, she was the one he was most forward looking to seeing again. I could probably get some good teasing in there. That always cheers me up.

[North]

| RedHead |
Rowanflame ambled out of the warrior's den, his fur an absolute mess; one could argue he looked like an orange moss ball. He'd had no time to groom himself, a few of the more louder warriors deciding the area where cats sleep would make the perfect place to have a mother's meeting. Typical, he spends an entire night hunting so he can finally have a whole day of rest. But nope, Starclan had other ideas. But Rowanflame wasn't an angry cat, nor was he one to allow a lack of sleep to turn him into a grumpy ball of hatred. He supposed staying in all day to rest would be a little boring, anyway. Deep down he knew he was just trying to justify other cat's inconsideration, but that was the fault of his overly amiable character. Anger was not an emotion he felt very often, it simply wasn't an aspect of his personality. The large tom trudged across the clearing, muttering tired "hello"s and "good morning"'s as he passed by familiar cat after familiar cat. Eventually, the large tom settled down onto his haunches, the morning sun beaming down on him and warming his sunset pelt. His deep forest eyes looked around the clearing, a little more awake now that the sun was warming his pelt so lovingly. He'd always loved the warmer seasons, it reminded him of his mother and how he felt around her; she was his sun, his whole world revolved around her. It saddened him to think she was no longer here, but he was constantly reminded that she watching over him from the peaceful realms of Starclan. He imagined she'd made lots of friends there, she was an amiable cat to say the very least. You're probably the one who sent those loud she-cat's into the warrior's den. Can't just let me have one day of rest? He thought to himself, the sarcastic comment accompanied by a smug look on his firey features. His forest gaze searched the clearing inquisitively, deep green hues seeking out something of interest in amongst the sea of familiar and unfamiliar pelts. The Somali began humming quietly to himself, doing his best to ignore the tiredness clouding his mind. The more he thought about being tired, the more tired he became. So, he opted to distract himself. Humming was a start, but he knew it wouldn't last very long. He needed company, but as his emerald eyes searched the clearing he grew increasingly worried that everyone was too busy for him at that very moment in time. He didn't want to interrupt any of their conversations, so the large sunset tom remained seated in his quieter section of the clearing; he'd wait for company to come to him, rather than risk coming off as rude or ill-mannered.

[RedHead]

| RedHead |
Rowanflame ambled out of the warrior's den, his fur an absolute mess; one could argue he looked like an orange moss ball. He'd had no time to groom himself, a few of the more louder warriors deciding the area where cats sleep would make the perfect place to have a mother's meeting. Typical, he spends an entire night hunting so he can finally have a whole day of rest. But nope, Starclan had other ideas. But Rowanflame wasn't an angry cat, nor was he one to allow a lack of sleep to turn him into a grumpy ball of hatred. He supposed staying in all day to rest would be a little boring, anyway. Deep down he knew he was just trying to justify other cat's inconsideration, but that was the fault of his overly amiable character. Anger was not an emotion he felt very often, it simply wasn't an aspect of his personality. The large tom trudged across the clearing, muttering tired "hello"s and "good morning"'s as he passed by familiar cat after familiar cat. Eventually, the large tom settled down onto his haunches, the morning sun beaming down on him and warming his sunset pelt. His deep forest eyes looked around the clearing, a little more awake now that the sun was warming his pelt so lovingly. He'd always loved the warmer seasons, it reminded him of his mother and how he felt around her; she was his sun, his whole world revolved around her. It saddened him to think she was no longer here, but he was constantly reminded that she watching over him from the peaceful realms of Starclan. He imagined she'd made lots of friends there, she was an amiable cat to say the very least. You're probably the one who sent those loud she-cat's into the warrior's den. Can't just let me have one day of rest? He thought to himself, the sarcastic comment accompanied by a smug look on his firey features. His forest gaze searched the clearing inquisitively, deep green hues seeking out something of interest in amongst the sea of familiar and unfamiliar pelts. The Somali began humming quietly to himself, doing his best to ignore the tiredness clouding his mind. The more he thought about being tired, the more tired he became. So, he opted to distract himself. Humming was a start, but he knew it wouldn't last very long. He needed company, but as his emerald eyes searched the clearing he grew increasingly worried that everyone was too busy for him at that very moment in time. He didn't want to interrupt any of their conversations, so the large sunset tom remained seated in his quieter section of the clearing; he'd wait for company to come to him, rather than risk coming off as rude or ill-mannered.


It wasn’t abnormal for the tomcat to be hanging around the clearing. In fact, it was completely ordinary. To the looks of any of his clanmates, Flintspirit would just look like he was enjoying a normal day. But he felt as if he should do something more. It had been a few days now since his promotion, and the deputy felt as if he needed to be a bit more... well... deputy-ish. He’d organized the patrols for the day, leaving the selected cats to hopefully remember what he’d told them. He’d had some difficulties, mixing up a few cat’s names, as he was still trying to get to know most of the names of the cats in his clan. It was hard for him, especially sincere felt as if some cat’s names hadn’t even made sense. And some he had completely fumbled over trying to say them, completely at loss of the pronunciation. I’ll get it eventually, right? He sure hoped so.
But now, the dark-furred tom was looking around for something to do. I should go talk to cats. Maybe that would help me remember names. But talking to cats led to the possibility of getting to know them. And Flintspirit’s ears flicked uncomfortably at the thought. But, he knew he should do it. It was his duty as deputy to talk with the cat’s of his clan, to ve able to connect their name with a familiar face.
He cat’s his eyes about the clearing, hoping to spot an easy cat he could talk to. His gaze rested on a large orange tomcat, recognition clicking in his brain almost instantly. Rowanflame! That’s right. Big, burly tomcat. Flintspirit sauntered over to him, his posture smooth and relaxed, like normal. He knew they were in a time of war, and it would be best to appear in control and collected of his emotions. Which was something hard for the tom to often do. But he knew he could hopefully exert some... positive energy. Even if it might be of a pretty intense emotion. “Rowanflame, right? How’re you doing? You’re sitting here so perfectly brightened by the sun, I couldn’t not come talk to you!” He opened a conversation, just as easily as he’d always been able to. Flintspirit was a social cat, through and through. There was no denying that.

[Madelaine]

Shadowblaze walked into the thunderclan camp, making his way over to the fresh kill pile to drop off the two squirrels and the mouse that he had caught earlier that morning. He was planning on going back when it gets ready to get dark, but wasn't sure if he wanted to go alone. The tom dropped his three catches and moved towards the warrior's den. Shadowblaze didn't go inside, instead he sat right outside. He stayed well away from the entrance, so that any cat that walked out wouldn't run into him.

The tom starred around the camp in search of a cat he knew to see if they would like to go on a hunting patrol with him. He scanned the area, trying his best to make out every cat that walked by. Shadowblaze wondered if Moosebreeze was anywhere, because who knows maybe she would like to go hunting with him. He had met her a couple of times and was becoming very fond of the she-cat.

Shadowblaze spotted moosebreeze and decided to walk over to her. He stood up and began to walk towards her. He brushed by a few cats before he had finally made it over to the she-cat. "Um, hey moosebreeze. how has your day been so far? Anything new happened?" he asked in little words as possible. He wanted to talk to her for a few moments before he would decide to ask her about the hunting patrol.

[Branch of Life]

Shadowblaze walked into the thunderclan camp, making his way over to the fresh kill pile to drop off the two squirrels and the mouse that he had caught earlier that morning. He was planning on going back when it gets ready to get dark, but wasn't sure if he wanted to go alone. The tom dropped his three catches and moved towards the warrior's den. Shadowblaze didn't go inside, instead he sat right outside. He stayed well away from the entrance, so that any cat that walked out wouldn't run into him.

The tom starred around the camp in search of a cat he knew to see if they would like to go on a hunting patrol with him. He scanned the area, trying his best to make out every cat that walked by. Shadowblaze wondered if Moosebreeze was anywhere, because who knows maybe she would like to go hunting with him. He had met her a couple of times and was becoming very fond of the she-cat.

Shadowblaze spotted moosebreeze and decided to walk over to her. He stood up and began to walk towards her. He brushed by a few cats before he had finally made it over to the she-cat. "Um, hey moosebreeze. how has your day been so far? Anything new happened?" he asked in little words as possible. He wanted to talk to her for a few moments before he would decide to ask her about the hunting patrol.

Moosebreeze looked up as she spotted Shadowblaze and she could see the tom move closer to her. She had talked to Shadowblaze a few times and he was a good cat to hang around with. What will he say to me? She wondered before the cat got close to her. Her eyes looked to the sky and she tasted the cool air.

Moosebreeze had wanted to socialize all day as she had only with one cat before. She looked to Shadowblaze again then back up to the sky. Moosebreeze was slightly startled by Shadowblaze’s meow. “Ah,I have had a good day.” She meowed quietly. Anything new? What has expend all day? Well I went on border patrol and ate a good mouse. But,would that sound mouse-brained? Well,It’s worth a shot. The she-cat thought to herself for a few moments before meowing, “Well,I went went on a boreder patrol. I also ate a juicy mouse after hunting a big vole for the clan,if you don’t that.” Moosebreeze meowed muffling her amusement for a moment.

[Leucos]

Bubbledrop wasn’t very interested in the war. She mainly wanted it to be over, it was getting exhausting. She was still kind of a new warrior, and she was happy at the beginning for excitement. Trekking into unknown areas, fending off Windclan invaders... it really had been spectacular. But now? Well, now she just felt empty. Fighting was now a duty almost, it had lost its allure and sparkle. She really just wanted to plop down in her nest at night, and curl up instead of clawing tiny apprentice’s for something most of them hadn’t even done.
Sighing, the multicolored calico rested her chin on her paws in defeat. Her inner arguments wouldn’t change much, she had to keep fighting. If she ever wanted to soar in the ranks, or even fulfill her duty as a warrior, she had to respect Passionstar’s orders. What with Flintspirit’s new rank, she now saw him as her leader too. So many changes. First Snowstar, now Powdernose... It had gone fast from Leader to Leader and deputy to deputy. Change wasn’t easy for her. Normally, Bubbledrop felt like running in the woods, but today she just felt depressed.
Lifting her head, she turned to look for social interaction. Checkmate
(OPEN)
A messy furred , 5 moon old dusty colored calico tabby trotted around the clearing her green eyes scanning the area as if she was looking for something ,but what she was really looking for was something to entertain her ,if her search ended up empty then she will make her own entertainment which was really getting herself in trouble . With a huff maplekit folded her ears back ,everyone is so boring here! She mentally complained , the young she cat grunted and shook her head now stopping where she was at which happened to be near the kill pile ,she gave the pile a long look over and took in its scent trying to determine if she was even hungry enough ,after what seemed to be a moon she finally made up her made in which she made a face before walking slowly passed it with her head down . Anger grasped Maplekits heart once more ,at the realization that there was nothing exciting going on and just because of everyone else . She was getting annoyed by the daily routine already ,wake up,eat ,sleep,follow this and that ,it was making her feel like there was no meaning in living . Scratch that ,she was angry at everything . With a flick of her tiny tail she started heading towards the clearings exit ,not really caring what the rules were . besides rules are ment to be broken . Well...some. she gave a grin at her own thought . Besides she wondered what kind of trouble she could cause outside of camp since messing with her clanmates starts to get a bit boring after a while .

[Madelaine]

Moosebreeze looked up as she spotted Shadowblaze and she could see the tom move closer to her. She had talked to Shadowblaze a few times and he was a good cat to hang around with. What will he say to me? She wondered before the cat got close to her. Her eyes looked to the sky and she tasted the cool air.

Moosebreeze had wanted to socialize all day as she had only with one cat before. She looked to Shadowblaze again then back up to the sky. Moosebreeze was slightly startled by Shadowblaze’s meow. “Ah,I have had a good day.” She meowed quietly. Anything new? What has expend all day? Well I went on border patrol and ate a good mouse. But,would that sound mouse-brained? Well,It’s worth a shot. The she-cat thought to herself for a few moments before meowing, “Well,I went went on a boreder patrol. I also ate a juicy mouse after hunting a big vole for the clan,if you don’t that.” Moosebreeze meowed muffling her amusement for a moment.

Shadowblaze looked at her with a friendly smile. He dipped his head when she mentioned going on a border patrol. It looks like they both had gone hunting earlier that day. Shadowblaze always goes hunting in the early morning and before it got dark. He would never go to sleep unless he hunted before he did. The tom had finally healed after the battle that happened not so long ago. His leg still ached a little bit and the scratch he had received had never fully healed. He glanced down at his paws, feeling a little awkward.

The dark tabby tom have a small flicker of his ear and tail. He stopped glancing at his paws to look back up at the molly. "I went on a hunting patrol by myself earlier today and I caught three pieces of prey. I got two squirrels and a mouse." He replied. Shadowblaze's firey orange eyes starred straight into the other cats eyes. His eyes were a orange that makes him look like there is a flame and can be a little troubling to some cats when they think he's angry when he actually isn't.

[Branch of Life]

Shadowblaze looked at her with a friendly smile. He dipped his head when she mentioned going on a border patrol. It looks like they both had gone hunting earlier that day. Shadowblaze always goes hunting in the early morning and before it got dark. He would never go to sleep unless he hunted before he did. The tom had finally healed after the battle that happened not so long ago. His leg still ached a little bit and the scratch he had received had never fully healed. He glanced down at his paws, feeling a little awkward.

The dark tabby tom have a small flicker of his ear and tail. He stopped glancing at his paws to look back up at the molly. "I went on a hunting patrol by myself earlier today and I caught three pieces of prey. I got two squirrels and a mouse." He replied. Shadowblaze's firey orange eyes starred straight into the other cats eyes. His eyes were a orange that makes him look like there is a flame and can be a little troubling to some cats when they think he's angry when he actually isn't.
Moosebreezes’ green eyes looked to the ground. Two squirrels and a mouse?! That is amazing. The she-cat stares at Shadowblaze in disbelief. “You caught two squirrels and a mouse? That’s awesome. I bet we could catch more if we go hunting.” She meowed quietly her green eyes meeting his.

The shady spot she was in got a bit warm and she stood up on her shorter-than-normal legs. “Are you up for it? I know a good place.” Moosebreeze meowed her eyes glittering. She motioned her head toward the camp entrance.

[Madelaine]

Moosebreezes’ green eyes looked to the ground. Two squirrels and a mouse?! That is amazing. The she-cat stares at Shadowblaze in disbelief. “You caught two squirrels and a mouse? That’s awesome. I bet we could catch more if we go hunting.” She meowed quietly her green eyes meeting his.

The shady spot she was in got a bit warm and she stood up on her shorter-than-normal legs. “Are you up for it? I know a good place.” Moosebreeze meowed her eyes glittering. She motioned her head toward the camp entrance.



Shadowblaze looked at her with a half smile. It looks to him that she had beaten him to it. He felt himself shrink, but then come back with another smile, but this one was a full one. He gave his paw a quick luck before drawing it over his ear. Shadowblaze stood up, giving his back legs a quick stretch.

The tom dipped his head. "Sure. To be honest I was going to ask you if you wanted to go hunting, but it looks like you beat me to it." He replied with a chuckle. He felt a little courageous and wanted to know where she had in mind for them to go hunting at.

[CheetahPelt]

Tallmarsh sighed and grabbed one of the leaves with her teeth. She avoided letting it touch her tongue as she chewed as best she could until it was a pulp. She looked at Owleyes, a gross-out look her face. This stuff tasted horrible.

He ignored the look on the medicine cats face and plopped on his back, eyes open as wide as he could. "I'm ready." It wasn't fun getting plant juice squeezed in his eyes, but anything to stop him from going more blind was good. He steeled himself for the sting of the stinking plant's juice

[Freesia]

Not only was Tallmarsh a female, and Passionstar clearly respected her because of that simple reason, but also as well because she was a medicine cat. One day, he might have to put his trust in her with his life, and certainly the she cat looked like she would totally end your life with the wrong herb if you dared to cross her. It was humorous to him though, snickering mentally at the thought. ''Oh, my, you sound so determined about it.'' Again, his whiskers twitched with amusement because he most notably detected that little bit of sarcasm on the edge of her tongue. Caliaflame was a little snippy, but she was nice, from what he knew, but this new medicine cat...probably Thunderclan will need the luck. ''The stars - they never lie. They are always right, so starclan must see something glittering in you in order to be Thunderclan's medicine cat. You gotta respect their wishes because it is such an honor...when the stars have faith in you.'' He sounded so blissful, so sure, so passionate, definitely poetic. He would talk about the stars like his life depended on it because he trusted them heavily. He talked to the stars all the time, and would be lucky enough if they would just talk back to him. ''Your trip to starclan...was it amazing?'' He asked quietly, mainly between the two of them to keep others out such business. He remembered his trip to starclan...and good grief! It was the first time all his energy left his being and he felt like he was about to collapse and die. Yet, it was such a fruitful experience that it made his eyes glow so brightly. So magnificently.


Tallmarsh had to avoid rolling her eyes at Passionstar's poetic comment. She noticed that one large difference between the two of them was that while Passionstar seemed to enjoy vague, poetic statements, Tallmarsh preferred things to be very straightforward, no interpretation required. This was definitely going to cause some...interesting situations in the future. The dark tabby hesitated for a second, then replied, "I'm not really sure how to describe it. I guess you could call it 'amazing', but...I think the word I would use to describe it is 'eye-opening'." She paused, kneading the ground with her paws. "I wasn't born in the Clans, so I never really believed in anything like StarClan before joining. When I joined ThunderClan, I was told about StarClan, and I had a hard time accepting it," she admitted. She had noticed during their conversation that Passionstar thought of StarClan highly, so she tried not to be too cynical. Even though she had visited StarClan and talked with dead cats, she still found herself having a bit of a hard time completely putting her trust in them. She continued, "But visiting StarClan... Seeing all of the ancestors of my Clanmates... I guess you could say I was a little more than surprised." She looked away for a moment, remembering the starry footprints, shining pelts, and glowing eyes.

[North]

| RedHead |
Rowanflame's amber eyes lit up with joy, an amiable smile replacing his previously dull features, as he caught wind of Flintspirit making his way over. The recently appointed deputy had already won Rowanflame over, his confident and optimistic demeanor a perfect balance in the Somali's golden eyes. Rowanflame thought highly of the tom, and the opportunity to get to know Flintspirit was greatly appreciated by the sunset tom. A soft purr escaped him as the deputy spoke, his words emitting a certain warmth that fluttered about within Rowanflame's chest; like butterflies, but not the awkward kind. "Yep, Rowanflame's the name," He responded to Flintspirit's initial question, his tone energetic and sociable, "And I'm very well thank you! How are you this simply wonderful day?" To say Rowanflame's intimidating appearance was not a reflection of his true nature would be an understatement, he's a gentle giant by any definition. He cast his amber gaze around the clearing, inspecting the busy scenery laid bare before him; more and more cats began to populate the familiar space, conversations sparking up and filling the air with light-hearted chat. "Everyone seems in high spirits today," He pondered aloud, wondering why such a change in atmosphere had occurred. Had the war been decided as unimportant by most? Rowanflame was worried about the war, as he was a lover not a fighter and over the moons had developed friendships with many cats of the other clans. It saddened him to think a silly war could jeopardise those relationships after he'd spent so long earning each cat's trust. He supposed he should side with his own clan and be an honourably loyal cat like what is expected of a warrior. But he couldn't bring himself to condone war, even in the presence of his deputy. His amber gaze returned to Flintspirit, eyes still as soft and affectionate as before. Silently he pondered what Flintspirit thought of the war, and whether or not he agreed with fighting in general. Thunderclan were of course allied to Riverclan, meaning that as a clan their intent was to fight in the name of Riverclan returning to their rightful home. But even with one common goal, different cats all had unique views on how to go about achieving that goal. "How are you finding deputyship? Might I say you're doing a wonderful job thus far," He complimented, a soft purr resonating from the depths of his chest. Thunderclan had been in dire need of a strong deputy, and Flintspirt was the perfect choice! Rowanflame trusted him to do the best for Thunderclan.

[MessrMoony]

Berrypaw walked into the medicine den. "H-Hello...Tallmarsh"She mewed feeling a bit shy but trying to be brave. "How are you?"She'd ask her courage returning. She really wanted to meet the new medicine cat or well get to know her. Due to the fact of Berrypaw being depressed and logical she doesn't have many friends. She is hoping that she and Tallmarsh will get along.
Delta

[Freesia]

Berrypaw walked into the medicine den. "H-Hello...Tallmarsh"She mewed feeling a bit shy but trying to be brave. "How are you?"She'd ask her courage returning. She really wanted to meet the new medicine cat or well get to know her. Due to the fact of Berrypaw being depressed and logical she doesn't have many friends. She is hoping that she and Tallmarsh will get along.
Delta

Tallmarsh was trying to get her herbs somewhat ordered and was laser-focused on the task at hand, so she was surprised when she heard a voice from behind her. She turned around, a glare and a snarky comment at the ready, but she stopped when she saw the apprentice before her. The dark tabby medicine cat could tell that she was nervous, so she dropped the annoyed expression in favor of an encouraging smile. "I'm doing okay! A little stressed, but otherwise fine," she replied in her cheeriest tone. She didn't usually talk to younger cats, so she wasn't sure how to act around them. She could tell that this apprentice was a bit lacking in the confidence department, so Tallmarsh decided immediately that she would protect and support Berrypaw at all costs. She didn't know if there was anything else going on in this young cat's life, but her motherly instincts were kicking in--and Tallmarsh wasn't usually the motherly type. She padded over to Berrypaw and sat in front of her. "How are you? Do you need healing?" she inquired. She'd had a lot of cats drop by the medicine den lately for chatting as opposed to healing, but she didn't want to assume anything.

[Freesia]

He ignored the look on the medicine cats face and plopped on his back, eyes open as wide as he could. "I'm ready." It wasn't fun getting plant juice squeezed in his eyes, but anything to stop him from going more blind was good. He steeled himself for the sting of the stinking plant's juice

Tallmarsh stood over the elders face, the goop of leaves between her teeth. She leaned down and squeezed the juice out onto his eyes--just a few drops. The medicine cat immediately spat out the disgusting leaves. "Ugh, that's the worst. You have to do this all the time?" she said.

[CheetahPelt]

Tallmarsh stood over the elders face, the goop of leaves between her teeth. She leaned down and squeezed the juice out onto his eyes--just a few drops. The medicine cat immediately spat out the disgusting leaves. "Ugh, that's the worst. You have to do this all the time?" she said.


He winced with a hiss and blink furiously before climbing to his feet. He was still blinking when he looked at the she cat. He closed his eyes and then opened them again. He sat down with a slight frown. "Give me a moment." He pawed at his face, and blinked some more before cleaning his face from the liquid that leaked from his eyes. He closed and opened his eyes one more time. He blinked, and his eyes cleared. "Good. Yes we have to do that every sunrise."

[MessrMoony]

Tallmarsh was trying to get her herbs somewhat ordered and was laser-focused on the task at hand, so she was surprised when she heard a voice from behind her. She turned around, a glare and a snarky comment at the ready, but she stopped when she saw the apprentice before her. The dark tabby medicine cat could tell that she was nervous, so she dropped the annoyed expression in favor of an encouraging smile. "I'm doing okay! A little stressed, but otherwise fine," she replied in her cheeriest tone. She didn't usually talk to younger cats, so she wasn't sure how to act around them. She could tell that this apprentice was a bit lacking in the confidence department, so Tallmarsh decided immediately that she would protect and support Berrypaw at all costs. She didn't know if there was anything else going on in this young cat's life, but her motherly instincts were kicking--and Tallmarsh wasn't usually the motherly type. She padded over to Berrypaw and sat in front of her. "How are you? Do you need healing?" she inquired. She'd had a lot of cats drop by the medicine den lately for chatting as opposed to healing, but she didn't want to assume anything.

Berrypaw smiled slightly. "Oh that's good...Wish I could say the same for me" She'd let out a sigh. She'd shake herself a few times to get her spirits up and get thinking about good things, but nothing worked. Berrypaw would look back up at Tallmarsh with somewhat of a grin on her face just to seem now happy. "Oh...I'm fine I guess, and no I don't need healing I just want someone to talk to who might get what I'm saying for once...So I have now come to you since your a medicine cat and all I thought that you might relate some way"She'd explain her smiled fading and her face looking quite serious.

[Freesia]

Berrypaw smiled slightly. "Oh that's good...Wish I could say the same for me" She'd let out a sigh. She'd shake herself a few times to get her spirits up and get thinking about good things, but nothing worked. Berrypaw would look back up at Tallmarsh with somewhat of a grin on her face just to seem now happy. "Oh...I'm fine I guess, and no I don't need healing I just want someone to talk to who might get what I'm saying for once...So I have now come to you since your a medicine cat and all I thought that you might relate some way"She'd explain her smiled fading and her face looking quite serious.

Tallmarsh wrapped her long tail around her paws, listening intently. Her expression became concerned as this apprentice explained why she was here. This cat needs someone to talk to. "Of course. I'm here to serve my Clan," she said with a light purr. It seemed that today she wasn't going to be treating this young she-cat's outer wounds so much as her inner struggles. Tallmarsh wasn't usually a very open, loving cat, but she'd had her fair share of hardships in her life, and she knew what it was like to have that dark cloud of emptiness and exhaustion constantly hovering over you. She'd been separated from her family at a young age, then been forced to choose between her sister or freedom. She hoped that she would be able to help this cat in any way possible. "Whatever you need to say, you can say it here. I promise that this is a safe place for you," she encouraged.

[Brilliance]

Tallmarsh had to avoid rolling her eyes at Passionstar's poetic comment. She noticed that one large difference between the two of them was that while Passionstar seemed to enjoy vague, poetic statements, Tallmarsh preferred things to be very straightforward, no interpretation required. This was definitely going to cause some...interesting situations in the future. The dark tabby hesitated for a second, then replied, "I'm not really sure how to describe it. I guess you could call it 'amazing', but...I think the word I would use to describe it is 'eye-opening'." She paused, kneading the ground with her paws. "I wasn't born in the Clans, so I never really believed in anything like StarClan before joining. When I joined ThunderClan, I was told about StarClan, and I had a hard time accepting it," she admitted. She had noticed during their conversation that Passionstar thought of StarClan highly, so she tried not to be too cynical. Even though she had visited StarClan and talked with dead cats, she still found herself having a bit of a hard time completely putting her trust in them. She continued, "But visiting StarClan... Seeing all of the ancestors of my Clanmates... I guess you could say I was a little more than surprised." She looked away for a moment, remembering the starry footprints, shining pelts, and glowing eyes.

Their differences hadn’t really sprouted to Passionstar’s acknowledgement. Foreshadowing a future of working together and serving the clan, it is more than likely that they’d get into plenty of arguments and banters. Passionstar could be a pretty playful, annoying tom, and Tallmarsh looked very finicky and all about business. “Eye-opening? How so? Did you come to some type of revelation while there?” It wasn’t very far fetch, even though his tone was comical. Some cats who were chosen to see their fallen ones usually state it was a milestone. For him, certainly. He loved it there, which was why he wasn’t afraid of death. He knew that when he died, joining the ranks of Starclan would be the best thing in the world. Honestly, if Passionstar really thought about it, it was possible that they were apprentices together, if not, then she was at least a few moons older than him. So, that meant she’s been in Thunderclan for quite a while. “That’s most with loners and rogues. Clans cats believing in such absurdity. What do you think happens when we...die?” He was genuinely curious. If she didn’t believe in Starclan, then what did she believe in? Did she believe in an after life at all? Passionstar didn’t judge her, he learned to accept opinions because there was a diverse of cats and mindsets. “It’s kinda hard to not accept it now, isn’t it? After all, you seen dead cats. You’ve been to Starclan. Seeing is believing isn’t it?” Passionstar didn’t fully believe in ‘seeing is believing’ in certain situations. For Tallmarsh, he assumed that if she seen it with her own eyes, then she believed it.

[MessrMoony]

Tallmarsh wrapped her long tail around her paws, listening intently. Her expression became concerned as this apprentice explained why she was here. This cat needs someone to talk to. "Of course. I'm here to serve my Clan," she said with a light purr. It seemed that today she wasn't going to be treating this young she-cat's outer wounds so much as her inner struggles. Tallmarsh wasn't usually a very open, loving cat, but she'd had her fair share of hardships in her life, and she knew what it was like to have that dark cloud of emptiness and exhaustion constantly hovering over you. She'd been separated from her family at a young age, then been forced to choose between her sister or freedom. She hoped that she would be able to help this cat in any way possible. "Whatever you need to say, you can say it here. I promise that this is a safe place for you," she encouraged.

"Well..." She began. "I'm currently having issues making friends since I use logic against them"Berrypaw would mew with a sigh. "Also I'm afraid of telling others that my dad is a Shadowclan cat and I never knew my mom.."She'd explain feeling somewhat embarrassed about telling that her family wasn't pure Thunderclan. "I normally don't talk about this stuff, but since you're the medicine cat I can trust you"She'd give a small smile to show that she was happy about talking with her and not any other cat.

[Freesia]

"Well..." She began. "I'm currently having issues making friends since I use logic against them"Berrypaw would mew with a sigh. "Also I'm afraid of telling others that my dad is a Shadowclan cat and I never knew my mom.."She'd explain feeling somewhat embarrassed about telling that her family wasn't pure Thunderclan. "I normally don't talk about this stuff, but since you're the medicine cat I can trust you"She'd give a small smile to show that she was happy about talking with her and not any other cat.

Tallmarsh nodded knowingly. With her usually abrasive personality, she wasn't one to have many friends, and she was born a loner, so her family was definitely not pure ThunderClan. "I know exactly how you feel. I don't have many friends because I can be...abrasive," she replied. "And most cats don't remember, but I joined ThunderClan when I was around your age. I was born a loner. I never knew my father--it was always my mother, my siblings, and me." She was glad that Berrypaw felt that she could come to her about this. She smiled encouragingly at the apprentice.

[Freesia]

Their differences hadn’t really sprouted to Passionstar’s acknowledgement. Foreshadowing a future of working together and serving the clan, it is more than likely that they’d get into plenty of arguments and banters. Passionstar could be a pretty playful, annoying tom, and Tallmarsh looked very finicky and all about business. “Eye-opening? How so? Did you come to some type of revelation while there?” It wasn’t very far fetch, even though his tone was comical. Some cats who were chosen to see their fallen ones usually state it was a milestone. For him, certainly. He loved it there, which was why he wasn’t afraid of death. He knew that when he died, joining the ranks of Starclan would be the best thing in the world. Honestly, if Passionstar really thought about it, it was possible that they were apprentices together, if not, then she was at least a few moons older than him. So, that meant she’s been in Thunderclan for quite a while. “That’s most with loners and rogues. Clans cats believing in such absurdity. What do you think happens when we...die?” He was genuinely curious. If she didn’t believe in Starclan, then what did she believe in? Did she believe in an after life at all? Passionstar didn’t judge her, he learned to accept opinions because there was a diverse of cats and mindsets. “It’s kinda hard to not accept it now, isn’t it? After all, you seen dead cats. You’ve been to Starclan. Seeing is believing isn’t it?” Passionstar didn’t fully believe in ‘seeing is believing’ in certain situations. For Tallmarsh, he assumed that if she seen it with her own eyes, then she believed it.


Tallmarsh tilted her head to one side, considering the leader's question. "Yes," she finally said. "Like I just said, I realized that StarClan does in fact exist." Her tone was determined, almost condescending (if you read into it enough). She had been hearing stories of StarClan almost her whole life, but it had always seemed to farfetched to be real--plus, she had never gotten a sign from them or anything like that until becoming medicine cat. She supposed that now that she had visited StarClan, she had to believe in it. She avoid Passionstar's gaze--she felt ashamed and a bit embarrassed that she, the one cat who wasn't sure of her belief, had been chosen for the role of medicine cat, the one cat closest to the Clans' ancestors. She sighed, "Well..I guess I always just assumed there wasn't really anything after death. I never really thought about in depth where we came from or whether there's an afterlife. As a loner, the only things I was focused on were staying alive and finding my family..." She trailed off for a moment, then continued in a firm tone, "I don't know yet. I've had my whole adult life to think about this, yet it's never really been at the front of my mind since the first time I was told about it." She knew that she should believe in StarClan now, because she'd been there and seen it with her own two eyes. But despite what she wanted to think, she couldn't seem to put her trust in some dead cats in the sky who wanted her to follow blindly. For her, seeing did equal believing, most of the time. She didn't have any particular desire to follow StarClan, but she felt a certain sense of duty to her Clan to be the best medicine cat she could. And part of that responsibility was interpreting signs from their ancestors, which she couldn't do if she didn't have faith.

[MessrMoony]

Tallmarsh nodded knowingly. With her usually abrasive personality, she wasn't one to have many friends, and she was born a loner, so her family was definitely not pure ThunderClan. "I know exactly how you feel. I don't have many friends because I can be...abrasive," she replied. "And most cats don't remember, but I joined ThunderClan when I was around your age. I was born a loner. I never knew my father--it was always my mother, my siblings, and me." She was glad that Berrypaw felt that she could come to her about this. She smiled encouragingly at the apprentice.

"Wow I didn't know that you could be abrasive"She mewed her eyes kinda wide. "Wait so you were born a loner and you never knew you're father? Wow sounds somewhat like my family. I know my father don't know my mom and I'm not sure if I have any siblings...I wish I had some"She's sigh " Or at least knew them" Berrypaw was very happy to find out that Tallmarsh had the same type problems as her. So it was good to talk to her. Berrypaw felt like some weight had been taking off her mind.

[Doom]

Duskflight

It was just before dawn. The sky was still a dark gray and the air was crisp - leaf-fall was definitely here now. Squirrelkit was wide awake, as she usually is around this time. She was always an early riser, ready to start the day before anyone in the nursery was even nearly awake yet. The little orange tabby had moved from her family’s warm huddle, eager to check on that specific plant she’s been watching in the corner nursery. It was unclear to her what type of plant is was, but it was a wee little thing; just a sprout with two leaves stuck out in different directions. She loved plants. Like, really loved plants. Squirrelkit enjoyed watching them grow and change overtime - feeling as if it were a metaphor of some sort about life. Perhaps it was StarClans way of telling her things grow in different ways, as plants do grow in all different shapes, colors, and sizes. Some grow better than others, and some not really much at all. Whatever it all meant, Squirrelkit just loved examining them. The tall she-kit sat hunched with her feathery tail swaying curiously, nose-to-nose in front of the little plant. “Hello, little one.” She spoke softly, a deep purr rumbling at the bottom of her chest. “Such a beautiful morning, isn't it? Nobody else is awake yet but us. We have a little time to talk, but must keep quiet.” Her dark amber orbs glossed in fascination at the plant as the first morning light dappled it's way onto its soft bright green leaves. “You’re rather beautiful today.” She complimented it, wishing to one day have the same beauty as a plant in sunlight did. “StarClan must really like you to let you be that gorgeous, and let you be the first plant in the nursery to get sunlight.” It was all so remarkable to her.

This was all routine for her by now, and while most kits in the nursery thought of her as strange, Squirrelkit ceaselessly continued her morning talks with her favorite plant.

[Brilliance]

Tallmarsh tilted her head to one side, considering the leader's question. "Yes," she finally said. "Like I just said, I realized that StarClan does in fact exist." Her tone was determined, almost condescending (if you read into it enough). She had been hearing stories of StarClan almost her whole life, but it had always seemed to farfetched to be real--plus, she had never gotten a sign from them or anything like that until becoming medicine cat. She supposed that now that she had visited StarClan, she had to believe in it. She avoid Passionstar's gaze--she felt ashamed and a bit embarrassed that she, the one cat who wasn't sure of her belief, had been chosen for the role of medicine cat, the one cat closest to the Clans' ancestors. She sighed, "Well..I guess I always just assumed there wasn't really anything after death. I never really thought about in depth where we came from or whether there's an afterlife. As a loner, the only things I was focused on were staying alive and finding my family..." She trailed off for a moment, then continued in a firm tone, "I don't know yet. I've had my whole adult life to think about this, yet it's never really been at the front of my mind since the first time I was told about it." She knew that she should believe in StarClan now, because she'd been there and seen it with her own two eyes. But despite what she wanted to think, she couldn't seem to put her trust in some dead cats in the sky who wanted her to follow blindly. For her, seeing did equal believing, most of the time. She didn't have any particular desire to follow StarClan, but she felt a certain sense of duty to her Clan to be the best medicine cat she could. And part of that responsibility was interpreting signs from their ancestors, which she couldn't do if she didn't have faith.

Passionstar was good at observing. Observing nature. Trees. Leaves. The sky. However...cats? He wasn't a master at that yet. Part of him knew that you couldn't study a cat and expect them to keep the same face. Cats change as time change. Experiences change a cat. He couldn't imagine what type of changes Tallmarsh was going through. ''Kinda makes you feel like a hypocrite, doesn't it?'' His ears perked, cautiously curious. If he was being thoughtful and genuine, he did find it pretty comical how Starclan preyed upon cats who had wavering belief, or none at all in them. ''The dead cats must have a humor, don't you think? Choosing the one cats who don't believe in them, pfft. It's like they're saying, 'here have a taste of your own medicine, cause we do exist, mousebrain'. Those dead cats definitely have humor.'' He laughed a soft chuckle. Passionstar knew that Tallmarsh didn't have to feel alone when it came to her belief. There were plenty of cats before her who didn't believe, and there would be plenty of cats after her who don't believe. Her history explained a lot of why she was pretty much a troubled agnostic. Passionstar had thought about what she was saying; didn't believe in an afterlife. More focused on staying alive. Trying to find her family. Passionstar just came a little aloof, stuck in his thoughts for long seconds. He did somewhat hear her next words, but chose to ignore him since she spiked his curiosity about her family. ''...have you ever found your family?'' Family was important. Not only did it carry sentimental value, but family either knocked you down or picked you up. Passionstar didn't believe in blood was thicker than water. Everyone in Thunderclan wasn't all kin to him, but he still regarded everyone as family. Just like he'd die for his mother, he would also die for one of his regular warriors. He didn't know if that was a pretty deep rooted question to ask the medicine cat. Some things were private, and he never tried to be a nosy cat. He'd respect if she didn't want to say anything about it though. He couldn't relate - his mother, adopted brother, and niece was well in Thunderclan. His father died long ago. His brother was Starclan knows where.

[bobtail]

Fuzzyfeline

Ravenwing was not, inherently, a morning cat. Her dark coat absorbed every bit of light and waking up to burning skin was not a pleasant thing. She did, however, understand the importance of getting up early. It was easier to get things done in the daylight and keeping a consistent sleep schedule was the best way to wake up without feeling tired. The only downside was that it often left you with nothing to do around noon. The black she-cat was suffering from that exact problem right now, just lounging around at the edge of the camp. She'd patrolled as she'd been asked to, then settled down to wash, and she wasn't due for any other patrols or meetings, so she had very little to do.

Ravenwing sighed and rolled onto her stomach, casting an idle gaze around the clearing. She felt the urge to be active like bugs crawling through her pelt, pricking uncomfortably at her skin until she just couldn't sit still. Maybe Honeyflower would want to go hunting, she mused, feeling the familiar spark of warmth inside at the thought of her friend. She rose to her paws and stretched luxuriously, flexing her claws and letting her tail curl up over her back. Ravenwing straightened up with a satisfied sigh and shook out her pelt, then returned to looking around the clearing for a familiar flash of ginger fur.

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight

It was just before dawn. The sky was still a dark gray and the air was crisp - leaf-fall was definitely here now. Squirrelkit was wide awake, as she usually is around this time. She was always an early riser, ready to start the day before anyone in the nursery was even nearly awake yet. The little orange tabby had moved from her family’s warm huddle, eager to check on that specific plant she’s been watching in the corner nursery. It was unclear to her what type of plant is was, but it was a wee little thing; just a sprout with two leaves stuck out in different directions. She loved plants. Like, really loved plants. Squirrelkit enjoyed watching them grow and change overtime - feeling as if it were a metaphor of some sort about life. Perhaps it was StarClans way of telling her things grow in different ways, as plants do grow in all different shapes, colors, and sizes. Some grow better than others, and some not really much at all. Whatever it all meant, Squirrelkit just loved examining them. The tall she-kit sat hunched with her feathery tail swaying curiously, nose-to-nose in front of the little plant. “Hello, little one.” She spoke softly, a deep purr rumbling at the bottom of her chest. “Such a beautiful morning, isn't it? Nobody else is awake yet but us. We have a little time to talk, but must keep quiet.” Her dark amber orbs glossed in fascination at the plant as the first morning light dappled it's way onto its soft bright green leaves. “You’re rather beautiful today.” She complimented it, wishing to one day have the same beauty as a plant in sunlight did. “StarClan must really like you to let you be that gorgeous, and let you be the first plant in the nursery to get sunlight.” It was all so remarkable to her.

This was all routine for her by now, and while most kits in the nursery thought of her as strange, Squirrelkit ceaselessly continued her morning talks with her favorite plant.
Generally speaking, Daffodilkit rose as soon as he heard any sort of movement that suggested someone else was awake. So as soon as the earliest rising kit was up, he was up too, curiously peeking in to see what they were doing. And that was still true this very morning. A soft shuffle of pawsteps and the young orange and white tabby tom would lift his sleepy head, angling it towards where he heard the sound. It took a moment for his bleary eyes to focus, but eventually he saw that another kit was awake, and was studying something in the corner of the nursery, which happened to be closest to where his mother and siblings and him were sleeping. Ears perking up, he would come to realize that the kit was also talking to this something as well. Daffodilkit loved to observe things, even if he didn't always learn something or understand what he was looking at, bugs being one of his favorites to watch and look at. Perhaps the other kit had a bug friend too? Slowly, the young tom would get up to his paws, do a half stretch before plodding over to settle down at Squirrelkit's side to peer down at the plant she was talking to. Nothing but a little sprout, though he liked how it looked. For some reason, it made him happy.

"Is this your friend?" He would ask innocently, looking over at the she-kit with a small smile, his voice soft and quiet, a whisper in the still sleeping nursery.

[pomegranate]

Bubbledrop likes sunlight. It burns.

[Doom]

Duskflight

Surprised to be greeted with another voice, Squirrelkit turned to see who this anonymous cat was. A ginger and white tom was sat beside her, one that she recognized around the nursery before, but never had any interest in speaking to. His question was sweet enough for her to respond, though she turned her gaze back on the plant as she replied. “Yes, this is one of them.” Squirrelkit sniffed gently at the little green sprout, smiling. “This is my smallest friend, actually. I like to pay extra attention to her, since some of the kits can be rough when they play.” She finally sat up properly, curling her feathery tail over her paws. The orange kitten finally gave a smile at Daffofilkit, dark eyes glittering. “I’m sorry if I woke you.” Her voice was soft and low, still taking caution to the other sleeping cats of the nursery. “May I know your name?” Squirrelkit tilted her head with interest. It was rare of her to socialize with the other kits, in fact it was something her mother nagged her about on the daily. ‘You should make more friends, real friends.’ or ‘Maybe you should play with your siblings more.’. Squirrelkit always shrugged these questions off, never intrigued in any of the games that went on in the nursery. They were all too rowdy for her. She’d much rather sit with her plants and rant about the weather. That was something she always liked about plants - they always listened, but cats had a tendency to get bored. She had a tendency to get bored. Perhaps he’ll get bored of me, too. Squirrelkit thought, not negatively, but simply out of conjecture.

“I’m Squirrelkit, by the by.” She quietly added as her gaze drifted back onto the sprout in the corner.

[Brilliance]

Passionstar had his fair share of battles. He couldn't recall all of them, but certainly there were a few memorable ones, like the battle with shadowclan. Starclan knows how high strung Passionstar had been. He had wished that Windclan was there so they could get a taste of their own medicine as well. Back then, Passionstar was plagued with extreme violence that his mind just shut down, and all he knew was impulsion. During that time, he didn't care if he hurt, let alone killed some other cat. It never haunted him in the moment because consequences was thought after the deed was committed. Passionstar wondered when the raining sky would split apart and strike him with lightning from lying for how many times he have asked for forgiveness from his dead ancestors, only to repeat the sin again. ''We all have. It's apart of life. Since the clans were first created, we fight for our territory and for the cats that call it home.'' Passionstar wondered if he could show a demonstration, his eyes flitting around the area of his den. His paw stomped on a jagged rock, wincing a bit, but it seemed like the perfect example to use, so Passionstar rolled the rock towards Flintspirit. ''See that rock? Thunderclanners will fight over another clan cat because of that rock. For the simple matter that this rock is in our territory, therefore this rock is ours. No one else. We are all so prideful and proud that we don't want to lose what we have, so we might end up killing each other.'' It was his concept, which was pretty bizarre to a tom like him, or maybe he was just reading too much into it. He was a victim to this. He was a suspect to this. He fought cats over territory. He was ready to murder the leader of Shadowclan that stormy night, until his deputy Halfgaze, at the time intercepted the fight. ''All for this...rock.'' It was more of a moral lesson. One of those fables that elders tell kits so they could interpret the meaning of what was being said. That was Passionstar. A elder who confused the heck out his clan mates. That was fine with him because he liked to get others' minds gearing. He wasn't supposed to think for them. They were supposed to think for themselves. ''Would you do it? Kill another cat from a different clan over a rock? You'll probably say no now, but you never know what you might do in the heat of the moment. No one ever does.'' Even the leader himself was no exception.

Flintspirit was a lively one. Filled with such outspokenness that caused Passionstar to stare at his deputy with a 'raised brow'. By all means, Passionstar would allow him to voice his thoughts. He wasn't the one to let cats keep quiet. They were given a voice to use, so they better use melodious, soulful, and loud. He couldn't help but snicker, a shake of amusement of his head. Passionstar couldn't justify for the other leaders, and he didn't even think the cats served under the other leaders could justify for such loony decisions. Passionstar didn't always have his mental together, but he liked to think he had a good head on his shoulders. This wasn't always the case. ''My amazing parents?'' Passionstar repeated, that little sneaky smile curving its way onto his face. Honestly, Passionstar adored his parents. For him, he had a magnificent kithood; despite all the trouble he caused, the trips to the medicine cat's den, or putting others in danger. He was a pudgy superhero though. His victims was usually always Burn, or Powdernose, or even Erminewhisper. Then, he would have to come up with some dumb way to save them. He'd get scolded for it afterward, though. ''My father was probably the best warrior Thunderclan ever had,'' Passionstar's eyes were shining, reminiscing the days when he was a kit and he'd watch his father proudly, wanting to be like him, prove that he can be a brave warrior in turn. He seemed to prove that well because now he was leading Thunderclan, and he couldn't help but think of his father was proud of him. ''It kinda just happened like...whenever my mother heard me talking about somebody, she'd be quick to hit me upside the head with her tail and scold me about talking about others.'' Passionstar huffed, ''I think I still got a few bumps to prove it.'' He muttered, his eyes glancing up toward his forehead, a soft chuckle escaping him. ''Then, it's more so that you never know what another's eyes experience. Experience is the best mentor of us all, so it either breaks you or makes you. Just know that you learn from it.'' The leader rolled his shoulders comfortably, only to glance at Flintspirit with a presentable dumb smirk dancing on that maw of his. Passionstar could be such a dork, and only Flintspirit could interpret what he meant by such. He could see it in Flintspirit's expression, shrugging once again, but being totally discreet about such. If he didn't understand it, then maybe it wasn't meant for him to understand it.

Flintspirit was silent for a long time. Passionstar had the audacity to believe that Flintspirit was deep in thought about what Passiosntar said prior. It felt like the moment was being dragged out before Flintspirit said anything at all, causing the dark ginger tom to perk his ears forward. ''Are you sure? You seem a bit...skeptical?'' Passiosntar asked with a tilt of his head, but only to laugh softly when Flintspirit questioned him revolving around the medicine cat. ''I'll leave your eyes for the surprise.'' He winked. If Passionstar really thought about it, the cats serving thunderclan with him might as well be a migraine within itself. A sassy medicine cat and a headstrong deputy? Not to even mention a impulsive leader. The pot was brewing with some insanity. Thunderclan will need all the luck it can get because it was going to be one long era. ''I just want you to know that since we will be working together...you can always talk to me if you're feeling unsure about anything...'' That was genuine. Passionstar didn't need another deputy who couldn't handle the responsibilities, who easily allowed stress to pile up - no no - Passionstar needed someone who was strong. Took action. Served justice.

RedHead

[Brilliance]

Despite not being a queen any longer, no one could tell Saplingpetal that she couldn’t see her friends any longer. The tabby was having a tough time transitioning to a warrior, but she was trying - incredibly hard. Yet, not too hard since whenever you’d see her, she’s lounging in some remote shady area and gossiping with a few like minded queens. Not to forget to mention that her maternally instinct was embedded in her. Like a virus. She still called her apprentices-aged son, her little kit. Jaggedpaw was far from being a kit, and he’d alert her on that in a heartbeat. Saplingpetal, she’d dote on him anyway; groom his pelt, making him look presentable, cuddle with him when he needs comfort from mommy... the former queen remembered when Jaggedkit was simply processing the world with those pretty large eyes of his. When he used to hide his little body in her fur to hide himself from the world.

Being a warrior? That was kinda rocky. Her hunting lessons weren’t up to par. She hardly could perfect basic warrior fighting techniques. Not like anyone should have the audacity to berate her because she’s known the life as a loner more than anything. Her son was half clan, therefore have potential to be a great warrior for Thunderclan. Saplingpetal wasn’t useless per se...well, that was debatable. She had skills, yet she was also pretty skill-less, if that makes any sense. Saplingpetal was hardly ever a pessimist. Her mind was programmed to escape every negative strand in life. Basically, if something bad happens, she didn’t believe it existed. Although, lately all the juicy gossip been about Riverclan recently, and all the troubles that the other clans started. She didn’t understand it much, but she liked to be within the inner circle of it all.

Saplingpetal occupied her time with grooming a short pelt. Recently, she decided to do a “hunting patrol” with a group of cats, thinking she could perfect her skills in catching prey. It only ever bit her in the rear end. She was pretty sure that a few thistles were still on her bum from skidding across the ground instead of using natural cat instincts. She wasn’t deterred by much. Cats fail every time, right? Even grown cats...who should know how to hunt...and fend for themselves... that sounded completely negative for a mind as far fetched as Saplingpetal’s was. She needed cuddles from her precious little boy, but instead she filled her disdainful thoughts with little hums that usually filtered all the negatively.

Canine

[RedHead]

”Pshaw. No excuse.” She scoffed, her eyes sparkling. He was so modest, she would fix that. That’s why mollies kept shying away from him, he always was so humble and nonexistent. Maybe being deputy would force him to shed his exterior... Passionstar would be a good role model for Flint. Spirit. She couldn’t wait to see how he grew, every caterpillar must turn in to a butterfly at some point, they can’t keep hiding in their cocoon unless they wish to perish.
At the mention of Nightpaw, Glisteningcry pretended to sulk. “Your daughter needs to visit me more.” She whined, shooting a pleading glance towards her son. Nightpaw had always been such a reserved kit, Glisteningcry had been amazed at how Flintspirit had managed to raise her somewhat well. “Well, other than being deprived of my well deserved attention, I’ve been doing alright. Kitsitting for some of the new queens- literally. I’ve threatened to actually sit on some of them.” She purred in amusement, although she wasn’t exactly joking. Sometimes she wanted to just hug and squish the adorable kits, other times she wanted to ignore them completely.
Glisteningcry’s ears poked up, and she straightened to meet her son’s gaze. Gosh he had gotten tall. “Speaking of Nightpaw, how is she? Her apprenticeship going alright? I haven’t seen her doing many chores yet, but I know a few queens who would love some more moss... put in a good word for me.” She chuckled playfully. Of course, dutiful Nightpaw would either do the task effortlessly or argue back with a fighting force. Glisten always loved to see how her grandkit tried to snip at Flintspirit.


He figured his mom would respond with something like that. He knew she thought that he was simply one of the best cats in the clan, and he deserved the position he had been given. Flintspirit didn’t mind that she was very proud of him. Honestly, he enjoyed it.
“Oh, do you not have enough on your paws dealing with younger kits than her?” He let out a snort of laughter, flicking the tortiseshell’s shoulder with the top of his fluffy tail. “But I’ll be sure she gets around to talking with you. We can’t let her grow up without us now can we?” His purr was loud and genuine, enjoying his time talking to his mother. She always brought a smile to his face, whether it be coupled with annoyance or adoration. But all the same, Flintspirit loved his mother, and she was the highlight of his day. That actually sounds kinda sad Flint. You need to get out there more. He internally rolled his eyes at his thoughts. Hanging out with my mother is absolutely fine! It’s very gentlemanly, shows how much of a family guy I am. He turned his attention back to Glisteningcry as she spoke again. “Ah I remember the days when you did that with me. And you weren’t even kitsitting me! You être obligated to watch me in th first place. Yet you still sat on me. Glad I’m tall enough you can’t do that now.” A smirk formed on his maw as he gestured his tail to himself. Of course his mother had never sat in him, but he knew she probably wished she had. Maybe he wouldn’t be as reckless today as he was if she’d done that. “Nightpaw’s doing great, as far as I know. And I bet she’d be delighted to get some moss. As long as I’m the one that asks. You’ve got to do it a specific way.” A playful spark emitted n his eyes as he leaned down while saying the last part, as if sharing a guarded secret with his mother.

[Fuzzy]

Fuzzyfeline

Ravenwing was not, inherently, a morning cat. Her dark coat absorbed every bit of light and waking up to burning skin was not a pleasant thing. She did, however, understand the importance of getting up early. It was easier to get things done in the daylight and keeping a consistent sleep schedule was the best way to wake up without feeling tired. The only downside was that it often left you with nothing to do around noon. The black she-cat was suffering from that exact problem right now, just lounging around at the edge of the camp. She'd patrolled as she'd been asked to, then settled down to wash, and she wasn't due for any other patrols or meetings, so she had very little to do.

Ravenwing sighed and rolled onto her stomach, casting an idle gaze around the clearing. She felt the urge to be active like bugs crawling through her pelt, pricking uncomfortably at her skin until she just couldn't sit still. Maybe Honeyflower would want to go hunting, she mused, feeling the familiar spark of warmth inside at the thought of her friend. She rose to her paws and stretched luxuriously, flexing her claws and letting her tail curl up over her back. Ravenwing straightened up with a satisfied sigh and shook out her pelt, then returned to looking around the clearing for a familiar flash of ginger fur.


Honeyflower stretched in the clearing her long fur glittering in the sun shine. With Leopardstike a warrior now it seemed like she had more time on her paws. Though she missed training her apprentice and spending time with her. It was fun and felt like a real contribute to her adopted Clan. Being a formal rouge and all. It was easy to feel unwanted or like she wasn't doing enough.
Running a few swiftly across her chest fur the ginger and white molly cast her honey hued eyes across the clearing in hopes to spot someone she knew. She wasn't to good at making friends, unlike her sister. We she could make friends but by her standards she wasn't.
Spotting a familiar black pelt she let out a trill of delight. Tail waving behind her Honeyflower made her way over to Ravenwing. It would be nice to spend time with her best friend. They hadn't talked in a while. That was kind of odd though, has she really been that busy? Maybe it was all her extra work she put in cuz she was board. Honestly no one could really tell, not even herself.
"Good afternoon Ravenwing." The ginger and white feline greeted coming up behind her friend. Flicking her tail over her shoulder Honey let out a purr, a quite one. "What are you up to? " She asked scanning over her companion's's night black pelt. She was looking for possible injuries, she didn't want her to be hurting. Well it appeared she was fine but still. I hope no one's hurt her since we talked last, if anyone did they'll be sorry. Twitching her ear the fluffy molly cleared these thoughts, she would deal with any potential enemies latter now was the time to hang out.

[pomegranate]

He figured his mom would respond with something like that. He knew she thought that he was simply one of the best cats in the clan, and he deserved the position he had been given. Flintspirit didn’t mind that she was very proud of him. Honestly, he enjoyed it.
“Oh, do you not have enough on your paws dealing with younger kits than her?” He let out a snort of laughter, flicking the tortiseshell’s shoulder with the top of his fluffy tail. “But I’ll be sure she gets around to talking with you. We can’t let her grow up without us now can we?” His purr was loud and genuine, enjoying his time talking to his mother. She always brought a smile to his face, whether it be coupled with annoyance or adoration. But all the same, Flintspirit loved his mother, and she was the highlight of his day. That actually sounds kinda sad Flint. You need to get out there more. He internally rolled his eyes at his thoughts. Hanging out with my mother is absolutely fine! It’s very gentlemanly, shows how much of a family guy I am. He turned his attention back to Glisteningcry as she spoke again. “Ah I remember the days when you did that with me. And you weren’t even kitsitting me! You être obligated to watch me in th first place. Yet you still sat on me. Glad I’m tall enough you can’t do that now.” A smirk formed on his maw as he gestured his tail to himself. Of course his mother had never sat in him, but he knew she probably wished she had. Maybe he wouldn’t be as reckless today as he was if she’d done that. “Nightpaw’s doing great, as far as I know. And I bet she’d be delighted to get some moss. As long as I’m the one that asks. You’ve got to do it a specific way.” A playful spark emitted n his eyes as he leaned down while saying the last part, as if sharing a guarded secret with his mother.


Glisteningcry merely purred at the thought of having her paws full. “I sure do. These two tomkits, I forget their names, are so rowdy!” She meowed happily, but also a bit exhausted from the thought of going back in there. While she adored kits, she couldn’t help but gag at the thought of nearly full-sized apprentices romping around at midnight and screeching at everything. A lot like owls, in a way. Nocturnal, never ending, and loud. Very, very loud. His next comment made the dark furred queen laugh loudly, her sweet voice turning into a hoarse snort at the thought of sitting on him. “Yes, you’re much too tall for me now. But believe me, I bet I’ve done it a couple times.” She snickered, her laugh finally drowning out so that she could appear normal instead of some coughing and snorting- but strangely amused- mule. “Where do you think I learned all my tricks? I’d certainly would be a bag of bones and dust by now if I hadn’t thought to pull out the old ‘sitting on kits’ trick.” She purred, quirking an eyebrow quizzically.
She nodded. “Nightpaw is... a fleeting type.” She said in all seriousness. “I never understood her the way you do. Still love her though,” she chuckled, her laughter returning once more for round two. “But seriously, you’ve got a bond with her. I hope you’re spoiling her rotten, or I’m going to have to do it myself.” She growled in dark mockery, scowling. She stood up on her tippy toes to try to appear taller although her son still was a mountain.
“Geez! With me as your mother you’d think you’d be a bit shorter...” She grumbled, although a smile was playing on her lips.

[bobtail]

Honeyflower stretched in the clearing her long fur glittering in the sun shine. With Leopardstike a warrior now it seemed like she had more time on her paws. Though she missed training her apprentice and spending time with her. It was fun and felt like a real contribute to her adopted Clan. Being a formal rouge and all. It was easy to feel unwanted or like she wasn't doing enough.
Running a few swiftly across her chest fur the ginger and white molly cast her honey hued eyes across the clearing in hopes to spot someone she knew. She wasn't to good at making friends, unlike her sister. We she could make friends but by her standards she wasn't.
Spotting a familiar black pelt she let out a trill of delight. Tail waving behind her Honeyflower made her way over to Ravenwing. It would be nice to spend time with her best friend. They hadn't talked in a while. That was kind of odd though, has she really been that busy? Maybe it was all her extra work she put in cuz she was board. Honestly no one could really tell, not even herself.
"Good afternoon Ravenwing." The ginger and white feline greeted coming up behind her friend. Flicking her tail over her shoulder Honey let out a purr, a quite one. "What are you up to? " She asked scanning over her companion's's night black pelt. She was looking for possible injuries, she didn't want her to be hurting. Well it appeared she was fine but still. I hope no one's hurt her since we talked last, if anyone did they'll be sorry. Twitching her ear the fluffy molly cleared these thoughts, she would deal with any potential enemies latter now was the time to hang out.


Ravenwing flinched ever so slightly when a voice suddenly spoke up behind her. It only took a heartbeat to recognise the voice as Honeyflower's, and the black she-cat promptly scolded herself for being so jumpy. She really should've been listening out instead of just staring aimlessly around the clearing, so it was her own fault, really.

"Afternoon, Honeyflower," she greeted, turning to face her friend with a smile. The sight of the other she-cat was enough to banish the last of her boredom - it'd been too long since they'd talked, and after looking forward to it for a while, knowing the time was here made Ravenwing just that little bit happier. "I was just going to go looking for you, actually. I was wondering if you wanted to go hunting, or even just for a walk?"

She hesitated, then added, "It's just that it's been quite a while since we actually just hung out. I know you're pretty busy, and I do understand that. I'm not trying to say anything you're doing is less important, believe me, but... it'd be nice to just talk for a while, you know?" Her pelt prickled uncomfortably after that, and she had to consciously remind herself to keep looking at Honeyflower and to not let her gaze drift down to the ground. She wasn't exactly used to speaking of her emotions, and while she was definitely getting better at it, it still left her feeling awkward and a little out of place.

[Freesia]

"Wow I didn't know that you could be abrasive"She mewed her eyes kinda wide. "Wait so you were born a loner and you never knew you're father? Wow sounds somewhat like my family. I know my father don't know my mom and I'm not sure if I have any siblings...I wish I had some"She's sigh " Or at least knew them" Berrypaw was very happy to find out that Tallmarsh had the same type problems as her. So it was good to talk to her. Berrypaw felt like some weight had been taking off her mind.

Tallmarsh nodded again. She understood how Berrypaw felt. "I was separated from my family when I was around your age, so I completely understand what it's like to be lonely," she said. She placed one paw on Berrypaw's shoulder. "I can be like your big sister, if you want! You can come to me whenever you need to," she said with a purr. Hearing this apprentice's story reminded Tallmarsh of her time alone, taken away from her family at a young age. She had lived all by herself, barely old enough to eat meat, hunting for herself. Her only focus then had been to stay alive. That time had made her defensive and untrusting, something she still held on to. She rarely trusted other cats, but she knew that she could trust this young apprentice before her and that she needed Tallmarsh's support and encouragement.

((I'm so sorry for the late reply!))

[MessrMoony]

Tallmarsh nodded again. She understood how Berrypaw felt. "I was separated from my family when I was around your age, so I completely understand what it's like to be lonely," she said. She placed one paw on Berrypaw's shoulder. "I can be like your big sister, if you want! You can come to me whenever you need to," she said with a purr. Hearing this apprentice's story reminded Tallmarsh of her time alone, taken away from her family at a young age. She had lived all by herself, barely old enough to eat meat, hunting for herself. Her only focus then had been to stay alive. That time had made her defensive and untrusting, something she still held on to. She rarely trusted other cats, but she knew that she could trust this young apprentice before her and that she needed Tallmarsh's support and encouragement.

((I'm so sorry for the late reply!))

Berrypaw's eyes widened. "So you're like me! Who knows how it feels to be alone without a real family"She'd mew feeling as if a part of her was put back together. "You can? That...That would be great! I've always wanted a sibling or something close to a sibling!"Berrypaw cheered. She was glad to have someone who would be like a sister to her so she didn't feel so left out in the clan. Berrypaw decided if there were ever a kit or any cat in this clan that didn't have a great past that she would be like a sister for them. A huge grin appeared on her face which was rare.
[It's fine.]

[Mango]

*Lazy Carrot*

Turkeymask was sitting in the clearing grooming her fur. She had taken in a young kit found along the border a few days ago, named Honeykit. Honeykit was sweet and gentle, a kit she adored, but she knew that some sterile cat or gay cat would want to raise a kit, she knew she could not be the mother to Honeykit, she simply could foster Honeykit until she finds parents for them. She maybe could be the queen who watched them in the nursery until they are apprentices. She sighed gazing around the clearing letting her eyes wander away from Honeykit.

[MessrMoony]

*Lazy Carrot*

Turkeymask was sitting in the clearing grooming her fur. She had taken in a young kit found along the border a few days ago, named Honeykit. Honeykit was sweet and gentle, a kit she adored, but she knew that some sterile cat or gay cat would want to raise a kit, she knew she could not be the mother to Honeykit, she simply could foster Honeykit until she finds parents for them. She maybe could be the queen who watched them in the nursery until they are apprentices. She sighed gazing around the clearing letting her eyes wander away from Honeykit.

Featherheart padded out of the warrior's den. He yawned and stretched. Seeing Turkeymask he walked over to her. "Hey" He'd mew calmly sitting down beside her. "How are you and Honeykit at the moment?" Featherheart would ask trying to strike up a conversation. While he was waiting for an answer the tom would smooth his fur down since he had just woken up and his fur was all ruffled.

[Mango]

Featherheart padded out of the warrior's den. He yawned and stretched. Seeing Turkeymask he walked over to her. "Hey" He'd mew calmly sitting down beside her. "How are you and Honeykit at the moment?" Featherheart would ask trying to strike up a conversation. While he was waiting for an answer the tom would smooth his fur down since he had just woken up and his fur was all ruffled.
Turkeymask turned to look at Featherheart and dipped her head in respect, she thought he might be flirting, but wasn’t quite sure enough to flatly tell him that she was asexual and aromantic. She took a quick peak at Honeykit before turning back to Featherheart,” Honeykit is adapting well to the clan. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to find anyone who wants to parent her. So I’m raising her until someone does.” She meowed she hoped he wouldn’t ask her why she wasn’t planning on raising Honeykit forever.

[MessrMoony]

Turkeymask turned to look at Featherheart and dipped her head in respect, she thought he might be flirting, but wasn’t quite sure enough to flatly tell him that she was asexual and aromantic. She took a quick peak at Honeykit before turning back to Featherheart,” Honeykit is adapting well to the clan. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to find anyone who wants to parent her. So I’m raising her until someone does.” She meowed she hoped he wouldn’t ask her why she wasn’t planning on raising Honeykit forever.

Featherheart frowned. "Well at least she's adapting to the clan, but finding parents is an eh at the moment. That's just sad! There should be cats out there that would take the small furball in." He'd mew. "I could help find her parents I think I'd be good at that" Featherheart's smile came back on his face.

[Mango]

Featherheart frowned. "Well at least she's adapting to the clan, but finding parents is an eh at the moment. That's just sad! There should be cats out there that would take the small furball in." He'd mew. "I could help find her parents I think I'd be good at that" Featherheart's smile came back on his face.
She was quite relieved that Featherheart wasn’t suggesting that she be the permanent mother to Honeykit, so many cats made that suggestion to her on a daily basis. She knew her goal was to help sterile cats, transgender cats, asexual cats, and gay couples have kits they could raise. She had on ocassion had bore kits with a gay tom and once the kits were weened she stepped aside and had no relationship to the kits. She smiled,” Exactly. That would be great.” She replied honestly.

[MessrMoony]

She was quite relieved that Featherheart wasn’t suggesting that she be the permanent mother to Honeykit, so many cats made that suggestion to her on a daily basis. She knew her goal was to help sterile cats, transgender cats, asexual cats, and gay couples have kits they could raise. She had on ocassion had bore kits with a gay tom and once the kits were weened she stepped aside and had no relationship to the kits. She smiled,” Exactly. That would be great.” She replied honestly.

Featherheart thought "Were could we start?"He'd ask. "I don't know exactly anyone who would take her that actually wants a kit"Featherheart mewed swishing his tail side to side while thinking. "Hmm..So far I got nothing"He'd say after a minute of thinking. "You got any ideas?"

[Mango]

Featherheart thought "Were could we start?"He'd ask. "I don't know exactly anyone who would take her that actually wants a kit"Featherheart mewed swishing his tail side to side while thinking. "Hmm..So far I got nothing"He'd say after a minute of thinking. "You got any ideas?"
She paused going through her clanmates,” Sundapple might be willing to father a kit, he’s very good with kits.” She replied wondering what Featherheart would think of him.

[MessrMoony]

She paused going through her clanmates,” Sundapple might be willing to father a kit, he’s very good with kits.” She replied wondering what Featherheart would think of him.

He'd nod "Shall we ask him?" Featherheart asked her.

[Mango]

He'd nod "Shall we ask him?" Featherheart asked her.
She flicked her tail,” I can ask him later today.” She remarked,” I probably should have a decent conversation with you instead.” She found it hard to have such strange conversations

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight

Surprised to be greeted with another voice, Squirrelkit turned to see who this anonymous cat was. A ginger and white tom was sat beside her, one that she recognized around the nursery before, but never had any interest in speaking to. His question was sweet enough for her to respond, though she turned her gaze back on the plant as she replied. “Yes, this is one of them.” Squirrelkit sniffed gently at the little green sprout, smiling. “This is my smallest friend, actually. I like to pay extra attention to her, since some of the kits can be rough when they play.” She finally sat up properly, curling her feathery tail over her paws. The orange kitten finally gave a smile at Daffofilkit, dark eyes glittering. “I’m sorry if I woke you.” Her voice was soft and low, still taking caution to the other sleeping cats of the nursery. “May I know your name?” Squirrelkit tilted her head with interest. It was rare of her to socialize with the other kits, in fact it was something her mother nagged her about on the daily. ‘You should make more friends, real friends.’ or ‘Maybe you should play with your siblings more.’. Squirrelkit always shrugged these questions off, never intrigued in any of the games that went on in the nursery. They were all too rowdy for her. She’d much rather sit with her plants and rant about the weather. That was something she always liked about plants - they always listened, but cats had a tendency to get bored. She had a tendency to get bored. Perhaps he’ll get bored of me, too. Squirrelkit thought, not negatively, but simply out of conjecture.

“I’m Squirrelkit, by the by.” She quietly added as her gaze drifted back onto the sprout in the corner.
For a moment his gaze would remain on her as hers returned to the plant before he too would focus his attention back on it, while listening to her answer. A soft smile would touch his muzzle as the young she-cat would explain that this was her smallest friend and that this little plant would get paid extra attention to. "I can ask some of the kits around to be careful about her, I know they get kind of excited." Cautiously he too would lean forward and give the sprout a small, delicate sniff before he looked back at Squirrelkit. "You're okay, I like to be awake with the first cat anyways, so that they're not alone." Daffodilkit would turn his head and look around the still sleeping nursery, his smile remaining on his features. He genuinely liked other cats, even if they weren't the nicest to him or others, and he was even more supportive of the ones that he considered friends, though he had quite few right now. "Oh, I'm Daffodilkit!" Purred out the kit in a cheerful manner, dipping his head slightly to the feathery she-cat, ears perking up as he heard her name.
"It's nice to meet you Squirrelkit! Maybe I can show you my bug friend Smidge some time! Since I got to meet one of your friends. Does she have a name?" Motioning politely at the sprout, as if it were another intelligible being, he would tilt his head just slightly with curiosity.

[MessrMoony]

She flicked her tail,” I can ask him later today.” She remarked,” I probably should have a decent conversation with you instead.” She found it hard to have such strange conversations

Featherheart shrugged "You don't have to have a decent conversation with me. I'm a socially awkward cat who if you talk to might not have much to say" He'd mew with a sigh.
[Sorry for the late reply I have been busy ;w;]

[Mango]

Featherheart shrugged "You don't have to have a decent conversation with me. I'm a socially awkward cat who if you talk to might not have much to say" He'd mew with a sigh.
[Sorry for the late reply I have been busy ;w;]
[it’s fine]

She purred,” In the end aren’t we all socially awkward?” She asked in a teasing voice,” What is normal anyways.” She replied. That was her opinion honestly, she knew some might disagree with her, but others would agree. That was there right, anyways. She wasn’t going to judge them anyways.

[MessrMoony]

[it’s fine]

She purred,” In the end aren’t we all socially awkward?” She asked in a teasing voice,” What is normal anyways.” She replied. That was her opinion honestly, she knew some might disagree with her, but others would agree. That was there right, anyways. She wasn’t going to judge them anyways.

Featherheart smiled."I'm not sure what normal is"He giggled. "Some of us just start out socially awkward"He mewed. "Some of us..It might take a while..and others it doesn't start until the day they die"He mewed with a serious face. Featherheart sometimes gets out of hand serious and goes into details that can scare people, and that was what was happening right now.

[Mango]

Featherheart smiled."I'm not sure what normal is"He giggled. "Some of us just start out socially awkward"He mewed. "Some of us..It might take a while..and others it doesn't start until the day they die"He mewed with a serious face. Featherheart sometimes gets out of hand serious and goes into details that can scare people, and that was what was happening right now.
She was a little concerned about what he said, but shook it off. She purred,” Normal doesn’t exist. It’s just that a lot of cats are socially awkward in the same way.” She replied hoping he’d get her bad joke.

[MessrMoony]

She was a little concerned about what he said, but shook it off. She purred,” Normal doesn’t exist. It’s just that a lot of cats are socially awkward in the same way.” She replied hoping he’d get her bad joke.

"Normal has never existed"He'd simply say. "Were all different. The only normal is being a warrior, apprentice, or a kit." He'd shrug. "It's kinda sad because when you die your the same and you never change..You're the same warrior, same apprentice, same kit, same leader, and so on." He started to go off the rails again with talking and was becoming serious again.

[Mango]

"Normal has never existed"He'd simply say. "Were all different. The only normal is being a warrior, apprentice, or a kit." He'd shrug. "It's kinda sad because when you die your the same and you never change..You're the same warrior, same apprentice, same kit, same leader, and so on." He started to go off the rails again with talking and was becoming serious again.
She shook her head,” Even that’s not normal, kittypets, loners, and rogues don’t become warriors ever.” She replied happy to make a joke.

[MessrMoony]

She shook her head,” Even that’s not normal, kittypets, loners, and rogues don’t become warriors ever.” She replied happy to make a joke.
Featherheart giggled slightly."Kittypets really aren't normal"He'd mew "They eat kittypet food and have collars it's just too weird for me!"He'd shriek. "Same with loners and rogues they don't follow a code and they might have collars or something like that"His fur spiked up just thinking about it.

[Mango]

Featherheart giggled slightly."Kittypets really aren't normal"He'd mew "They eat kittypet food and have collars it's just too weird for me!"He'd shriek. "Same with loners and rogues they don't follow a code and they might have collars or something like that"His fur spiked up just thinking about it.
She shrugged,” Loners seem simply to like being alone. Plus they don’t believe in Starclan!” She purred at the thought of that

[MessrMoony]

She shrugged,” Loners seem simply to like being alone. Plus they don’t believe in Starclan!” She purred at the thought of that

"They should believe in Starclan! It's great, but everyone has their beliefs" Featherheart mewed."I can't take away their beliefs"He added.

[Madelaine]

~ Ombre Party ~

Marigoldkit glanced around the clearing at all the apprentices hanging around the apprentices den. She felt like going over to them, but decided it wasn't time yet. The young molly would be an apprentice in a few days and she couldn't wait. Marigoldkit was afraid to leave her adopted mother alone. She had done so much for her and she didn't want that to end.

[Pluto]

~ @Ombre Party (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=7035) ~

Marigoldkit glanced around the clearing at all the apprentices hanging around the apprentices den. She felt like going over to them, but decided it wasn't time yet. The young molly would be an apprentice in a few days and she couldn't wait. Marigoldkit was afraid to leave her adopted mother alone. She had done so much for her and she didn't want that to end.

Windypetal could see her adopted kit looking longingly over at the apprentices. Oh, my beloved one, you'll be there soon enough, she thought, though in side, it felt like it was going to be too soon. She would miss her adopted kit, but, deep in her heart, she would be glad to be get back to warrior duties. Padding up to Marigoldkit, she mewed, "I hope they give you a good mentor."

[Madelaine]

Windypetal could see her adopted kit looking longingly over at the apprentices. Oh, my beloved one, you'll be there soon enough, she thought, though in side, it felt like it was going to be too soon. She would miss her adopted kit, but, deep in her heart, she would be glad to be get back to warrior duties. Padding up to Marigoldkit, she mewed, "I hope they give you a good mentor."


Marigoldkit glanced away from the apprentices to look at Windypetal. She let out a light purr at the sight of her adoptive mother. "I just wonder who it's going to be. I hope their not going to be too hard on me." she replied. "I want them to be similar to me and they should be my best friend." Marigoldkit added.

[Mango]

"They should believe in Starclan! It's great, but everyone has their beliefs" Featherheart mewed."I can't take away their beliefs"He added.
She nodded,” That is true...” she smiled,” But they should believe in Starclan. Everyone should.” She purred,” Everyone needs a code like the warrior code too.” She added

[lone]

Playing alone never failed to depress Brightkit. She much preferred to have a companion - although it seemed most of the other kits already had playmates. Before, she would have bounced up to any one of them and announced that she wanted to play… now, she was beginning to wonder if that was the smart thing to do. After all, the other kits would have asked her if they wanted to play with her. So instead, Brightkit was off to the side, playing with a stray piece of moss. ”You can’t get away from me!” She squeaked, pouncing on it and pretending that it was an enemy warrior or a piece of prey - she hadn’t decided which yet. Either way, the game was entertaining enough, and it was keeping her busy… for now, anyways.

Okapi

[Mango]

Playing alone never failed to depress Brightkit. She much preferred to have a companion - although it seemed most of the other kits already had playmates. Before, she would have bounced up to any one of them and announced that she wanted to play… now, she was beginning to wonder if that was the smart thing to do. After all, the other kits would have asked her if they wanted to play with her. So instead, Brightkit was off to the side, playing with a stray piece of moss. ”You can’t get away from me!” She squeaked, pouncing on it and pretending that it was an enemy warrior or a piece of prey - she hadn’t decided which yet. Either way, the game was entertaining enough, and it was keeping her busy… for now, anyways.

Okapi

Witheredkit was padding out to the clearing and began gooming her fur before flicking her tail seeing a young kit playing with a moss ball. She quietly approached Brightkit and flicked her tail,” Hello.” She meowed politely.

[lone]

Witheredkit was padding out to the clearing and began gooming her fur before flicking her tail seeing a young kit playing with a moss ball. She quietly approached Brightkit and flicked her tail,” Hello.” She meowed politely.
The calico stopped her game, glancing up at whoever had interrupted her, and a smile broke out across her face. ”Oh, hi! I’m Brightkit, who are you? I don’t remember seeing you before, are you new here? Do you like it?” Without waiting for an answer, Brightkit broke out into her usual habit of bombarding a potential friend with questions. Sometimes she could drive others away that way, depending on how tolerant they were… Brightkit never seemed to notice, however. Her habits hadn’t changed in moons, and chances were, they weren’t going to anytime soon. Once she had finished speaking, she blinked at the other kit innocently, a friendly smile still on her features.

[Jynx]

Raindapple sat under the shade of the Warriors' Den. The sun shone bright overhead, giving some warmth to he chilly day. Not a cloud was in sight, and for that she was grateful. The she-cat loved beautiful days, they always brought with them a sense of happiness and relaxation. Not true, of course; the life of a warrior was hardly ever relaxing. One had to take times like this without wasting it. Raindapple dipped her silver and black spotted head and began to groom her short-furred pelt.

(( Creepy! Fireleaf ))

[k!ngk3s]

Raindapple sat under the shade of the Warriors' Den. The sun shone bright overhead, giving some warmth to he chilly day. Not a cloud was in sight, and for that she was grateful. The she-cat loved beautiful days, they always brought with them a sense of happiness and relaxation. Not true, of course; the life of a warrior was hardly ever relaxing. One had to take times like this without wasting it. Raindapple dipped her silver and black spotted head and began to groom her short-furred pelt.

(( Creepy! Fireleaf ))
Blazefur was sittin behind her her and watched her

[Jynx]

Blazefur was sittin behind her her and watched her
(( that isn't creepy at all lol ))

As Raindapple was ashing her ears, she felt a strange prickling on the back of her neck. Frowning, she turned around, gave a small squeak of surprise, and jumped away. W-what are you doing?!" She asked, completely at a loss and quite appalled for a reason as to why this tom was sitting there just staring a her.

[k!ngk3s]

(( that isn't creepy at all lol ))

As Raindapple was ashing her ears, she felt a strange prickling on the back of her neck. Frowning, she turned around, gave a small squeak of surprise, and jumped away. W-what are you doing?!" She asked, completely at a loss and quite appalled for a reason as to why this tom was sitting there just staring a her.
"stalking you." Blazefur said and looked at her

[Freesia]

Passionstar was good at observing. Observing nature. Trees. Leaves. The sky. However...cats? He wasn't a master at that yet. Part of him knew that you couldn't study a cat and expect them to keep the same face. Cats change as time change. Experiences change a cat. He couldn't imagine what type of changes Tallmarsh was going through. ''Kinda makes you feel like a hypocrite, doesn't it?'' His ears perked, cautiously curious. If he was being thoughtful and genuine, he did find it pretty comical how Starclan preyed upon cats who had wavering belief, or none at all in them. ''The dead cats must have a humor, don't you think? Choosing the one cats who don't believe in them, pfft. It's like they're saying, 'here have a taste of your own medicine, cause we do exist, mousebrain'. Those dead cats definitely have humor.'' He laughed a soft chuckle. Passionstar knew that Tallmarsh didn't have to feel alone when it came to her belief. There were plenty of cats before her who didn't believe, and there would be plenty of cats after her who don't believe. Her history explained a lot of why she was pretty much a troubled agnostic. Passionstar had thought about what she was saying; didn't believe in an afterlife. More focused on staying alive. Trying to find her family. Passionstar just came a little aloof, stuck in his thoughts for long seconds. He did somewhat hear her next words, but chose to ignore him since she spiked his curiosity about her family. ''...have you ever found your family?'' Family was important. Not only did it carry sentimental value, but family either knocked you down or picked you up. Passionstar didn't believe in blood was thicker than water. Everyone in Thunderclan wasn't all kin to him, but he still regarded everyone as family. Just like he'd die for his mother, he would also die for one of his regular warriors. He didn't know if that was a pretty deep rooted question to ask the medicine cat. Some things were private, and he never tried to be a nosy cat. He'd respect if she didn't want to say anything about it though. He couldn't relate - his mother, adopted brother, and niece was well in Thunderclan. His father died long ago. His brother was Starclan knows where.

Tallmarsh willed herself to not pin her ears back. All of this sappy talk about religion and family was really pissing her off. She wasn't much one for in-depth conversations, especially not with a cat she barely knew. Talking about her family always put her on edge, not to mention the stress she was going through with her newfound position. She couldn't care less if Passionstar could see that this topic ruffled her feathers--honestly, she hoped he knew. The word "family" held special meaning to her, in that it was something she'd never truly had in her life. She sighed, "I never knew my father. It was me, my mother, and my siblings. My brother and I were taken from our...family when we were basically newborns--I barely even remember what my mother looked like. My brother and I became kittypets. In the end, I chose to leave my brother and become a loner." She paused, remembering the moment she realized she had to choose between freedom and the only family she had left. She was young--barely old enough to be an apprentice--but if she had to make that choice again, she would choose freedom every time. To Tallmarsh, family didn't mean anything other than empty promises and broken trust. She continued, "I ended up finding ThunderClan by chance, right around the age to become an apprentice. So, I decided to join. It was better than starving or being mauled by dogs." She smirked, an attempt to make her comment seem joking, but her tone was flat. She seemed to have reached her 'this annoys/bothers me but I'm gonna grin and bear it' quota for the month.

RedHead

((Sorry if this is hard to jump into, Red! Tallmarsh is feeling rather angsty this week.))

[Jynx]

"stalking you." Blazefur said and looked at her
Raindapple flicked her tail, finding the answer quite unsuitable. She dipped her head and lapped quickly at her chest fur, a self-conscious act on her part. She padded forward until she was a normal distance away for a dignified conversation. "Err, why, if I may ask, are you stalking me?"

[Fuzzy]

Brilliance

Creampaw pushed out of the apprentices den her swirled fur looking freshly groomed. She'd spent a while grooming her fur this morning to get all the tangles and moss bits out of it. This cream swirled molly liked feeling fresh and clean in the morning which was why she normally got up earlier to get a chance to groom her messy fur. It made her feel pretty, though she'd never admit that. Either way it made her feel more mature, she was nearing the age of a warrior and wanted to act like it. Act like she should do that new apprentices could have a role model. Well Creampaw never thought of herself as one but if she was it'd be a honor. Than again she wasn't the most mature cat her age. To playful and naive, willing to trust about anything someone said. It was kinda sad if you thought about how many cats could take advantage of her childish personality.
Standing in the midst of the clearing now Creampaw looked around. Where was I supposed to meat Featherspeckle again? The molly wondered trying to remember where her mentor wanted to meet up before they went training. This swirled figured always got a bit excited about training, yeah it could be boring and challenging at times but that never stopped her. If it did she'd never be a warrior. She couldn't let her mentor down like that. It was becoming apparent that Featherspeckle wasn't the same cat she lead others to believe. To Creampaw she seemed down possibly depressed and she wanted to help her. Maybe because she didn't want her mentor to struggle against herself anymore, if that was even what she was doing. Maybe Creampaw was wrong and Featherspeckle wasn't down or depressed. That was always a possibility, the better one actually but it wasn't something for her to worry about.
Knowing it would be wrong to eat before first hunting for the kits and elders the tri colored female just seated herself. Her mentor would find her when she needed her. Or she hoped she would, honestly she wasn't sure. It was possible that the older molly was waiting outside camp. That would be bad. It was cold out, making Creampaw fluff her swirled fur. Leaf bare was getting so close she could feel it and fast it. She'd been born in the colder moons so it brought back memories but it was still cold. I wonder how Moonpaw's doing. Puffing her breath into the air the young feline mused. She hadn't talked with her sister forever. She must be busy these days. It was likely her sister was almost a warrior since they started the same time.
Looking up at the sky Creampaw waited. Wonder what today has in store...

[Brilliance]

Brilliance

Creampaw pushed out of the apprentices den her swirled fur looking freshly groomed. She'd spent a while grooming her fur this morning to get all the tangles and moss bits out of it. This cream swirled molly liked feeling fresh and clean in the morning which was why she normally got up earlier to get a chance to groom her messy fur. It made her feel pretty, though she'd never admit that. Either way it made her feel more mature, she was nearing the age of a warrior and wanted to act like it. Act like she should do that new apprentices could have a role model. Well Creampaw never thought of herself as one but if she was it'd be a honor. Than again she wasn't the most mature cat her age. To playful and naive, willing to trust about anything someone said. It was kinda sad if you thought about how many cats could take advantage of her childish personality.
Standing in the midst of the clearing now Creampaw looked around. Where was I supposed to meat Featherspeckle again? The molly wondered trying to remember where her mentor wanted to meet up before they went training. This swirled figured always got a bit excited about training, yeah it could be boring and challenging at times but that never stopped her. If it did she'd never be a warrior. She couldn't let her mentor down like that. It was becoming apparent that Featherspeckle wasn't the same cat she lead others to believe. To Creampaw she seemed down possibly depressed and she wanted to help her. Maybe because she didn't want her mentor to struggle against herself anymore, if that was even what she was doing. Maybe Creampaw was wrong and Featherspeckle wasn't down or depressed. That was always a possibility, the better one actually but it wasn't something for her to worry about.
Knowing it would be wrong to eat before first hunting for the kits and elders the tri colored female just seated herself. Her mentor would find her when she needed her. Or she hoped she would, honestly she wasn't sure. It was possible that the older molly was waiting outside camp. That would be bad. It was cold out, making Creampaw fluff her swirled fur. Leaf bare was getting so close she could feel it and fast it. She'd been born in the colder moons so it brought back memories but it was still cold. I wonder how Moonpaw's doing. Puffing her breath into the air the young feline mused. She hadn't talked with her sister forever. She must be busy these days. It was likely her sister was almost a warrior since they started the same time.
Looking up at the sky Creampaw waited. Wonder what today has in store...


Despite the harsh days, and her ever-changing feelings, Featherspeckle lived yet another day. She powered through, all emotions repressed like any other healthy warrior should be. After all, she wasn't getting any younger. Moping about did little. She thought spending much needed time with her sister would be the answer to all her questions. Family usually made everything better, correct? Part of Featherspeckle knew that her mood was crumbling the relationships she shared with others. At first she didn't notice it, but it still wasn't right. It was a shame that she was even still a warrior, and usually she contemplated about just simply retiring until the last of her days. Honestly though, even if Creampaw was just a little easy to distract, she still adored her current apprentice. So, she had to meet up with her because she knew she would be becoming a warrior soon. Featherspeckle wouldn't miss it for the world.

Albeit, the she cat kinda forgot about their meeting, which was bad on her part. She had been relaxing in a nice-high enough tree, allowing the sun to filter through the leaves and softly glow on her skin. Nowadays, she usually found herself sleeping in well secluded places. Probably to hide from wandering eyes. Then again, it had been slightly cold, but still it was nice. This was the weather she was coming to like. The coming winter was always so beautiful to her. Ironically, it made her a little warm in her heart. ''Creampaw!'' Featherspeckle's head shot up, her heart feeling like it was beating out her chest as she realized she forgotten that she needed to meet up with the apprentice.

Featherspeckle quickly found herself trying to climb down the tree, stumbling about as she almost fell instead of naturally landing on her paws like a normal cat should do. ''Oh starclan, oh starclan, oh starclan...'' She muttered, having to shake her pelt to rid the debris and try to quickly make herself presentable as she surveyed the clearing to try and locate her apprentice. Apparently, she wasn't that late...she hoped she wasn't. Her shoulders slumped, walking with her ears pinned down to her head as she approached Creampaw was a gentle nose to her ear. ''Hey, future warrior! Are you excited about your upcoming ceremony?'' Featherspeckle tried her best nowadays to be more cheery. It didn't always work in every situation, but sometimes it did. Genuinely, she was pretty ecstatic about Creampaw becoming an warrior.

[Mango]

The calico stopped her game, glancing up at whoever had interrupted her, and a smile broke out across her face. ”Oh, hi! I’m Brightkit, who are you? I don’t remember seeing you before, are you new here? Do you like it?” Without waiting for an answer, Brightkit broke out into her usual habit of bombarding a potential friend with questions. Sometimes she could drive others away that way, depending on how tolerant they were… Brightkit never seemed to notice, however. Her habits hadn’t changed in moons, and chances were, they weren’t going to anytime soon. Once she had finished speaking, she blinked at the other kit innocently, a friendly smile still on her features.
Witheredkit smiled a bit at Brightkit’s enthusiasm before sadly sighing,” I’m Witheredkit.” She hated her name, it was because she looked weak and wasn’t expected to survive this long, but she was now confident she’d become a warrior, though her mother still feared she was weak for her age and if she got sick she could die. She flicked her tail,” I’m not new here, I was born here.” She flicked her tail,” I do like Thunderclan, as it’s the only place I’ve lived.” She purred in delight.

[Mango]

Aleka (Fernpaw)

Witheredkit sat in the clearing watching everyone. She found it interesting seeing how the warriors spoke to one another, how the apprentices behaved, and how her denmates behaved. She often wondered if other clans were like Thunderclan in this way, but she didn’t know of course. She saw an apprentice who she decide to watch for a bit.

[aleka!]

Aleka (Fernpaw)

Witheredkit sat in the clearing watching everyone. She found it interesting seeing how the warriors spoke to one another, how the apprentices behaved, and how her denmates behaved. She often wondered if other clans were like Thunderclan in this way, but she didn’t know of course. She saw an apprentice who she decide to watch for a bit.

Fernpaw was enjoying a piece of prey. She was tearing into a lean starling, which had lead to dark brown and white feathers amassed around her paws. She took another bite, using her paws as leverage. The dark brown molly was soon finished. Around her there was other cats, mostly cats eating or talking in small pockets. And judging from the time, her mentor would probably take her out for training later, if she even trained her today at all. In a few more minutes, she had finished the carcass. She glanced around, spotting a kit. In fact, the small molly was watching her. She put on a smile was she trotted over to the kitten. "Hey," she said, flicking an ear. "So, its a pretty nice day." She could start off with this. Thankfully, Fernpaw was fine with introducing herself. In fact, she always felt sympathy for cats that got anxious easily.

[Mango]

Fernpaw was enjoying a piece of prey. She was tearing into a lean starling, which had lead to dark brown and white feathers amassed around her paws. She took another bite, using her paws as leverage. The dark brown molly was soon finished. Around her there was other cats, mostly cats eating or talking in small pockets. And judging from the time, her mentor would probably take her out for training later, if she even trained her today at all. In a few more minutes, she had finished the carcass. She glanced around, spotting a kit. In fact, the small molly was watching her. She put on a smile was she trotted over to the kitten. "Hey," she said, flicking an ear. "So, its a pretty nice day." She could start off with this. Thankfully, Fernpaw was fine with introducing herself. In fact, she always felt sympathy for cats that got anxious easily.
Witheredkit gulped when she realized the apprentice caught her staring. She hung her head with shame. But realized the apprentice was playing it off. She forced a smile,” Ye, the weather is nice indeed.” She agreed hoping it wasn’t too obvious her surprise at being caught staring.

[Leucos]

. Solstice!

Berrythistle slithered into the clearing with two mice in his jaws as his tail swayed in the air , his eyes flickered from left to right as he passed many of his fellow clan mates ,his ears twitching once someone's voice hit his ears . He was on edge . He jolted and stopped once two kits ran in front of him only to head towards their mother who smiled kindly at them and carried them back to the nursery , he twitched his whiskers with a sigh at realizing it was nothing major . He knew he shouldn't be acting like this , it was his home ,nothing bad can ever happen in his home right? Yeah...right. Ever since that incident... He could never trust anyone or completely relax. The black and white tom huffed before continuing to head towards the kill pile , his tail that was once in the air was now down with the tip of his tail brushing against the grass and twitching every now and then . He smiled once he made it to the pile and tossed the mice into it and had an amused look when he watched them tumble to the bottom of the heap of prey . Suddenly his stomach growled , reminding him of his hunger ,he decided not to wait any longer and bent down to take a squirrel which was resting on the left side of the mound before jumping quite a few inches off of the ground and ended up a few mouse lengths backwards after hearing a loud yowl ,with his fur bristled and ears pointed up and stiff he searched for the noise that frightened him.

The tom grumbled with embarrassment once he found its source , it was two apprentices play fighting ....play fighting ! How can a warrior ,an adult feline like him be easily frightened by that!? He was angered by his own actions and disappointed in himself that he let himself be frightened by something like that. With a growl he shook his head and snatched the squirrel that he was going for ,just as he did ,as he felt his teeth sink in and tasted a bit of the iron ,his stomach tightened and growled even louder signaling its impatience . With a flick of his tail he trotted off to the right side of the clearing to settle down and enjoy his meal all the while he jolted and jumped at any loud noise which may have been entertaining to watch but they didn't know what was going through his mind ,just why exactly he was doing the things he did . As the tom sank down into a laying position he sighed and set his meal in between his paws ,it never occurred to him how tired he was until after he did so ,he bones felt heavy and were aching , his eyes dry and stinging as the wind blew at his face , he groaned in discomfort and rest his chin near the squirrel unsure of whether to eat or sleep ,if he could do both at the same time that would be a miracle . But both sounded ...uninteresting to him . He didn't know what to do.so he just daydreamed which brought a lazy smile on his maw. Seeming to be content with what he chose.

[k!ngk3s]

Raindapple flicked her tail, finding the answer quite unsuitable. She dipped her head and lapped quickly at her chest fur, a self-conscious act on her part. She padded forward until she was a normal distance away for a dignified conversation. "Err, why, if I may ask, are you stalking me?"
"Stalking you." Blazefu said and stared at her

[RedHead]

Tallmarsh willed herself to not pin her ears back. All of this sappy talk about religion and family was really pissing her off. She wasn't much one for in-depth conversations, especially not with a cat she barely knew. Talking about her family always put her on edge, not to mention the stress she was going through with her newfound position. She couldn't care less if Passionstar could see that this topic ruffled her feathers--honestly, she hoped he knew. The word "family" held special meaning to her, in that it was something she'd never truly had in her life. She sighed, "I never knew my father. It was me, my mother, and my siblings. My brother and I were taken from our...family when we were basically newborns--I barely even remember what my mother looked like. My brother and I became kittypets. In the end, I chose to leave my brother and become a loner." She paused, remembering the moment she realized she had to choose between freedom and the only family she had left. She was young--barely old enough to be an apprentice--but if she had to make that choice again, she would choose freedom every time. To Tallmarsh, family didn't mean anything other than empty promises and broken trust. She continued, "I ended up finding ThunderClan by chance, right around the age to become an apprentice. So, I decided to join. It was better than starving or being mauled by dogs." She smirked, an attempt to make her comment seem joking, but her tone was flat. She seemed to have reached her 'this annoys/bothers me but I'm gonna grin and bear it' quota for the month.

RedHead

((Sorry if this is hard to jump into, Red! Tallmarsh is feeling rather angsty this week.))



[Nah it’s all good! <3]

Never having been good at keeping his ears to himself, a certain dark-furred tomcat couldn’t help but hear the raised voice. Green eyes filled with interest flitted across the clearing, landing on a dark-furred tabby and a ginger fluffball. He recognized the two immediately, his fellow members that helped lead the clan. Their new medicine cat, whom he had yet to meet, and Passionstar, who needed no introduction in Flintspirit’s mind.
His natural dorky smirk forming itself on his face, the tomcat got to his paws and sauntered over to the two, hoping that he didn’t interrupt anything. Yet at the same time not caring if he did so.
Bright eyes flicked to Passionstar and his leader was given a subtle nod of his head. Then Tallmarsh held his attention. Flintspirit was a one on one cat, it was hard for him to have his attention divided. He could do it, but larger groups of cats who all wanted to talk to him were a struggle. Usually he just ended up smiling at said party, and hoping they did all the talking for him.
His perceptive brain took over, taking in the medicine cat. From her bold stance that demanded attention to her smirk which Flintspirit could clearly see was forced. He was an expert on smirks, he lived for them. Choosing not to make a comment on it, he gave the two a friendly greeting.
“How’s my favorite ginger doing? Better not be overextending yourself, you know you’ll have me to answer to.” Flintspirit had started to find himself a lot more confident in his conversing abilities once more since his first talk with Passionstar. He was interacting with more cats, returning to his old self. And the deputy was absolutely loving it. Turning his gaze back to Tallmarsh, his mind leapt to come up with a clever greeting for her. “And you? You kinda look a little strained. That smirk’s not a good look on you right now.” His ears flattened against his head as the words found their way out of his mouth, and Flintspirit internally groaned. So much for not calling attention to it you dork.
Brilliance

[RedHead]

| RedHead |
Rowanflame's amber eyes lit up with joy, an amiable smile replacing his previously dull features, as he caught wind of Flintspirit making his way over. The recently appointed deputy had already won Rowanflame over, his confident and optimistic demeanor a perfect balance in the Somali's golden eyes. Rowanflame thought highly of the tom, and the opportunity to get to know Flintspirit was greatly appreciated by the sunset tom. A soft purr escaped him as the deputy spoke, his words emitting a certain warmth that fluttered about within Rowanflame's chest; like butterflies, but not the awkward kind. "Yep, Rowanflame's the name," He responded to Flintspirit's initial question, his tone energetic and sociable, "And I'm very well thank you! How are you this simply wonderful day?" To say Rowanflame's intimidating appearance was not a reflection of his true nature would be an understatement, he's a gentle giant by any definition. He cast his amber gaze around the clearing, inspecting the busy scenery laid bare before him; more and more cats began to populate the familiar space, conversations sparking up and filling the air with light-hearted chat. "Everyone seems in high spirits today," He pondered aloud, wondering why such a change in atmosphere had occurred. Had the war been decided as unimportant by most? Rowanflame was worried about the war, as he was a lover not a fighter and over the moons had developed friendships with many cats of the other clans. It saddened him to think a silly war could jeopardise those relationships after he'd spent so long earning each cat's trust. He supposed he should side with his own clan and be an honourably loyal cat like what is expected of a warrior. But he couldn't bring himself to condone war, even in the presence of his deputy. His amber gaze returned to Flintspirit, eyes still as soft and affectionate as before. Silently he pondered what Flintspirit thought of the war, and whether or not he agreed with fighting in general. Thunderclan were of course allied to Riverclan, meaning that as a clan their intent was to fight in the name of Riverclan returning to their rightful home. But even with one common goal, different cats all had unique views on how to go about achieving that goal. "How are you finding deputyship? Might I say you're doing a wonderful job thus far," He complimented, a soft purr resonating from the depths of his chest. Thunderclan had been in dire need of a strong deputy, and Flintspirt was the perfect choice! Rowanflame trusted him to do the best for Thunderclan.


A smile found its way to his face as the large tom responded, and Flintspirit couldn’t help but be reminded of Passionstar. There was no doubt the two toms looked alike, both with thick ginger pelts and brilliant green eyes. “I’ve been doing pretty good. Not too busy thankfully. A cat needs his own time to spend to his liking.” His purr was a deep rumble in his chest, his posture open and relaxed as he met eyes with Rowanflame, green upon green. At the tom’s next statement, a smirk replaced his smile, a comeback popping in his head that Flintspirit thought was absolutely hilarious. “Yeah, it’s unisal for wartime. Though I have a feeling it might have to do with me.” His purr gave away his joking tone, and his eyes sparkled as he gave a little wink to the ginger tomcat.
He himself wasn’t sure how he was doing with his new position. He knew he was handling all of the duties perfectly, assigning patrols and watching over the clan with Passionstar had proved no stress to the dark-furred tom. He figured his training of Minkpaw was going smoothly, and she seemed to be improving every single day. But he felt as if he was failing to actually appeal to his clan in the manner he wanted to. He didn’t want them to see him as a distant, cold cat that they couldn’t talk to. Flintpsirit knew he could be intimidating, his large stature and thick fur didn’t exactly scream “friendly”. So he appreciated Rowanflame’s compliment. He wasn’t sure if he should be completely honest when replying though. “Well thank you! I really appreciate that you think so, I had some doubts that cats thought I was... cold? If that’s how you would phrase it. Other than that, I’ve been faring quite well.”

[graves]

. Solstice!

Berrythistle slithered into the clearing with two mice in his jaws as his tail swayed in the air , his eyes flickered from left to right as he passed many of his fellow clan mates ,his ears twitching once someone's voice hit his ears . He was on edge . He jolted and stopped once two kits ran in front of him only to head towards their mother who smiled kindly at them and carried them back to the nursery , he twitched his whiskers with a sigh at realizing it was nothing major . He knew he shouldn't be acting like this , it was his home ,nothing bad can ever happen in his home right? Yeah...right. Ever since that incident... He could never trust anyone or completely relax. The black and white tom huffed before continuing to head towards the kill pile , his tail that was once in the air was now down with the tip of his tail brushing against the grass and twitching every now and then . He smiled once he made it to the pile and tossed the mice into it and had an amused look when he watched them tumble to the bottom of the heap of prey . Suddenly his stomach growled , reminding him of his hunger ,he decided not to wait any longer and bent down to take a squirrel which was resting on the left side of the mound before jumping quite a few inches off of the ground and ended up a few mouse lengths backwards after hearing a loud yowl ,with his fur bristled and ears pointed up and stiff he searched for the noise that frightened him.

The tom grumbled with embarrassment once he found its source , it was two apprentices play fighting ....play fighting ! How can a warrior ,an adult feline like him be easily frightened by that!? He was angered by his own actions and disappointed in himself that he let himself be frightened by something like that. With a growl he shook his head and snatched the squirrel that he was going for ,just as he did ,as he felt his teeth sink in and tasted a bit of the iron ,his stomach tightened and growled even louder signaling its impatience . With a flick of his tail he trotted off to the right side of the clearing to settle down and enjoy his meal all the while he jolted and jumped at any loud noise which may have been entertaining to watch but they didn't know what was going through his mind ,just why exactly he was doing the things he did . As the tom sank down into a laying position he sighed and set his meal in between his paws ,it never occurred to him how tired he was until after he did so ,he bones felt heavy and were aching , his eyes dry and stinging as the wind blew at his face , he groaned in discomfort and rest his chin near the squirrel unsure of whether to eat or sleep ,if he could do both at the same time that would be a miracle . But both sounded ...uninteresting to him . He didn't know what to do.so he just daydreamed which brought a lazy smile on his maw. Seeming to be content with what he chose.
things have been pretty easy in needlecrys life right now. she had been really focusing in on training, specially with all these wars going on. while thunderclan remained pretty neutral,it angered her. she wanted to get out and do something! to make her clan proud ! to prove herself! thats all she wanted. she dug her claws into the ground at the thought. she wasnt a battle hungry cat, no, just a bit.. excited. she would never pick a fight that wasnt meant to be, but sometimes it sucked to see all of the other clans doing something while they were basically sitting on the sidelines. whatever, it was passionstars choice she guessed. she walked into the clearing, tongue lolling out of her mouth from panting. she had just went battle training with a few of her friends just to freshen up the sharpness of her claws, that couldnt hurt, right? all she was was getting prepared. it felt good to work out though, and it was barely morning!

looking around she search for her blueberry, or commonly known as blueberrytuft. she was her closest friend here, but she was no where to be found at the moment. maybe she was out on a dawn patrol probably, she always liked getting a headstart on the day so she could have the rest of the night to herself. needlecry just liked to train all the time, remaining active almost all the time. instead she gazed around the clearing for anyone of her friends, spotting none. instead a.. warrior caught her eye. they seemed to jump at almost everything, jeesh, what did they go through? did they have ants in their pelt or something? watching them find a secluded part of camp and sitting alone, needlecry decided shed take it upon herself to join them. swinging by the freshkill pile she picked up a small mouse, plopping right down next to the other warrior without a care in the world,"saw you sittin alone, thought you looked a bit jumpy and could use company." she mewed bluntly.

[Leucos]

things have been pretty easy in needlecrys life right now. she had been really focusing in on training, specially with all these wars going on. while thunderclan remained pretty neutral,it angered her. she wanted to get out and do something! to make her clan proud ! to prove herself! thats all she wanted. she dug her claws into the ground at the thought. she wasnt a battle hungry cat, no, just a bit.. excited. she would never pick a fight that wasnt meant to be, but sometimes it sucked to see all of the other clans doing something while they were basically sitting on the sidelines. whatever, it was passionstars choice she guessed. she walked into the clearing, tongue lolling out of her mouth from panting. she had just went battle training with a few of her friends just to freshen up the sharpness of her claws, that couldnt hurt, right? all she was was getting prepared. it felt good to work out though, and it was barely morning!

looking around she search for her blueberry, or commonly known as blueberrytuft. she was her closest friend here, but she was no where to be found at the moment. maybe she was out on a dawn patrol probably, she always liked getting a headstart on the day so she could have the rest of the night to herself. needlecry just liked to train all the time, remaining active almost all the time. instead she gazed around the clearing for anyone of her friends, spotting none. instead a.. warrior caught her eye. they seemed to jump at almost everything, jeesh, what did they go through? did they have ants in their pelt or something? watching them find a secluded part of camp and sitting alone, needlecry decided shed take it upon herself to join them. swinging by the freshkill pile she picked up a small mouse, plopping right down next to the other warrior without a care in the world,"saw you sittin alone, thought you looked a bit jumpy and could use company." she mewed bluntly.
his eyes were near to a close , he could feel it , the exhaustion taking over , the need , the want to sleep ,his vision blurring as his eyelids threatened to shut . A moons worth of sleep was a mouse length away from his grasp! At this point he was proud of himself to finally be able to get a moment of shut eye ,with his nightmares and the constant night owling he was doing because of his fear from what his dreams could bring was starting to release its grasp ,he thought it may have been because it was daylight since the darkness always tended to invite the worst. Berrythistle was about to close his eyes for good before jolting awake from the Molly beside him and making him sit up straight and alert with his fur on end ,his chest rising up and down at a fast rate along with his breathing , it took him a while to calm down after he did he was slouching and nearly hunched over . He gave her a glare and drew his lips back in the beginnings of a snarl but he didn't let the sound escape he only showed his teeth "why? So you could laugh at me or something?" he half snapped he was already feeling irritated by her probably because of her mood? He wasn't sure but he was definitely not happy about his sleep being taken away.

And another thing that made him angry was that some times other warriors laughed at his jumpiness , he was surprised that they didn't call him rabbit or anything . Well they may have behind their backs . He folded his ears back as he looked away from her Starclan just let me get some sleep...what have I done to you? he silently prayed as that weak feeling returned to his body making him groan once more before almost wincing at the rumble he heard in his ears ya ya alright .... he mentally snapped at himself before bending down to take a small bite of the fluffy tailed creature . Once the tiny bite hit his tongue it made him want more , which in this case may have been a good thing . He licked his lips as he dove in for another bite but jolted again as he heard yowls and yelps from a group of apprentices making him narrow his eyes before looking away with some fear in his eyes. starclan help me ...

[aleka!]

Witheredkit gulped when she realized the apprentice caught her staring. She hung her head with shame. But realized the apprentice was playing it off. She forced a smile,” Ye, the weather is nice indeed.” She agreed hoping it wasn’t too obvious her surprise at being caught staring.

Fernpaw tilted her head to the side slightly when she noticed the younger molly hung her head before fixing her posture. "Yeah, its okay." She replied before changing the subject. "It was fine that you were staring. I don't mind." The molly continued. "Some cats will not take so kindly, however. So be careful." She cleared her throat. "Anyways, I'm Fernpaw."

[Mango]

Fernpaw tilted her head to the side slightly when she noticed the younger molly hung her head before fixing her posture. "Yeah, its okay." She replied before changing the subject. "It was fine that you were staring. I don't mind." The molly continued. "Some cats will not take so kindly, however. So be careful." She cleared her throat. "Anyways, I'm Fernpaw."
Witheredkit nodded trying to hide her embaressment,” Yeah...” she mumbled, trying to hide it a bit more she smiled,” I’m...” her face dropped to a frown as she stated her name,” Witheredkit.” She hated her name, it spoke of when she was the obvious runt who wasn’t expected to live over night, yet she had defied odds, here she was, healthy as her littermates at 5 moons old.

[graves]

his eyes were near to a close , he could feel it , the exhaustion taking over , the need , the want to sleep ,his vision blurring as his eyelids threatened to shut . A moons worth of sleep was a mouse length away from his grasp! At this point he was proud of himself to finally be able to get a moment of shut eye ,with his nightmares and the constant night owling he was doing because of his fear from what his dreams could bring was starting to release its grasp ,he thought it may have been because it was daylight since the darkness always tended to invite the worst. Berrythistle was about to close his eyes for good before jolting awake from the Molly beside him and making him sit up straight and alert with his fur on end ,his chest rising up and down at a fast rate along with his breathing , it took him a while to calm down after he did he was slouching and nearly hunched over . He gave her a glare and drew his lips back in the beginnings of a snarl but he didn't let the sound escape he only showed his teeth "why? So you could laugh at me or something?" he half snapped he was already feeling irritated by her probably because of her mood? He wasn't sure but he was definitely not happy about his sleep being taken away.

And another thing that made him angry was that some times other warriors laughed at his jumpiness , he was surprised that they didn't call him rabbit or anything . Well they may have behind their backs . He folded his ears back as he looked away from her Starclan just let me get some sleep...what have I done to you? he silently prayed as that weak feeling returned to his body making him groan once more before almost wincing at the rumble he heard in his ears ya ya alright .... he mentally snapped at himself before bending down to take a small bite of the fluffy tailed creature . Once the tiny bite hit his tongue it made him want more , which in this case may have been a good thing . He licked his lips as he dove in for another bite but jolted again as he heard yowls and yelps from a group of apprentices making him narrow his eyes before looking away with some fear in his eyes. starclan help me ...
jeez - who gave this cat crowfood for breakfast? needlecry had never been the type of cat to really...respect their elders. she was only a newer warrior, it was hard for her to catch on how to treat people. this warrior seemed...jumpy, but also very moody. maybe it was for good reason, but needle wasnt thinking about that right now, all she was thinking about was his sour attitude, he basically was asleep on his paws and very hungry from the looks of it. "nah, if i wanted to make fun of you i wouldve done it already," she said casually, his edged tone not affecting her mood at all as she simply took a bite out of her mouse, humming as the taste. she had been out all day! the last thing she needed right now was some moody warrior ruining her day. but, she would put up with it she guessed, controlling her temper like blueberry recommended. "you look like you could use some sleep, whats been keeping you up?" she asked kinda of bluntly, not knowing that the reason was a good one- nightmares. that was something she needed to work on, to take peoples feelings into consideration, but sometimes things came out of her mouth in the way she didnt attend to.

[Jynx]

"Stalking you." Blazefu said and stared at her
Raindapple frowned, her tail flicking back and forth. "But why?" She asked. She didn't even know his name, for StarClan's sake!

[Leucos]

jeez - who gave this cat crowfood for breakfast? needlecry had never been the type of cat to really...respect their elders. she was only a newer warrior, it was hard for her to catch on how to treat people. this warrior seemed...jumpy, but also very moody. maybe it was for good reason, but needle wasnt thinking about that right now, all she was thinking about was his sour attitude, he basically was asleep on his paws and very hungry from the looks of it. "nah, if i wanted to make fun of you i wouldve done it already," she said casually, his edged tone not affecting her mood at all as she simply took a bite out of her mouse, humming as the taste. she had been out all day! the last thing she needed right now was some moody warrior ruining her day. but, she would put up with it she guessed, controlling her temper like blueberry recommended. "you look like you could use some sleep, whats been keeping you up?" she asked kinda of bluntly, not knowing that the reason was a good one- nightmares. that was something she needed to work on, to take peoples feelings into consideration, but sometimes things came out of her mouth in the way she didnt attend to.
Berrythistle gave a small smile to her response true,she would have .But you never know... he released a small chuckle before bending down to groom his chest fur to try and keep himself clean but to also keep himself occupied , the 39 moon old tom was lost in thought ,some memories were of him as an apprentice pretending to be a leader and bossing his friends around playfully ,others were of his scuffles with his family when he was just at the end of his apprentice years . Happier times. His ears twitched as she spoke once more making him sigh mentally and pull his head up to look in her direction ,his eyes somewhat dull "what naturally keeps us up? Other than you sleeping most of the day away and ruining your rest for the night? hmm?Nightmares kid...every cursed night . " he meowed ending it with a small hiss ,now his eyes were alive as they glowed with anger which was more directed towards the Nightmares than needle, sometimes the Nightmares were mild then halfway when he thought they were done they kick it up quite a few notches for the finally he preferred those more but it still left him scared out of his wits ,most of the nights started with the finally and never gotten better only staying in high gear. he wished his mother was still there to comfort him.

"so...how's your life ?" he asked his tone dripping with sarcasm with a tiny eye and head roll. It was meant to be a rhetorical question he truly didn't want to know he was just being smart . The tom yawned and bent down to take another bite which was bigger than last time ,and somehow.. Not as satisfying as the last , it tasted dry going down. why can't things just be good for once!? he complained mentally now growling as his back started aching from how he was positioned so he just went back to laying down ,he could never find a happy medium ,it was ticking him off.

[SuspiciousMindz]

The golden warrior narrowed his eyes and gave the tabby a long stare before he decided it was best not to try and push a response out of her. He shrugged and began to groom his chest fur, it was also a bit of a nervous habit of his. "That's fine. Don't need to share if you don't want to, in fact, half the time when I was an apprentice I didn't really want to share anything either, it was always a secret....or....was that Nightcry?" he mumbled to himself, bringing a white tipped paw to one of his soft cheeks and pressing against it, hoping there was a button there somewhere that would help him access his depleating memories. "Ah! That's the question isn't it? Well, I loved him, still do in fact, and I love you. So it's a good thing. Mmmh, there's other things that remind you of him but...we'll just leave it at love for now hm?" he answered, blue hues flickered with humor, but that humor hid the worry that sparked within him. He loved his brother, he truly did, which is what made the ebony tom's death so painful for Dayhum to bear, as well as the secrets that came to light after the incident.

At his former apprentices retort the tabby let out a snort that laughed, "It's nice to go off on your own isn't it? I was so excited when I had my first big adventure alone I managed to fall into a ditch. " he chuckled, but than jumped up and gave Treetiger a serious gaze "Watch out for ditches, by the way." by the end of his sentence he was snickering. He felt so proud as she spoke with such praise toward herself, it made him happy, he helped her be happy. He helped make this smile, helped make her a warrior. The warrior gave the other a big smile "I'm proud of you." he hummed, closing his eyes to relax himself.



"D- Ditches?" the statement was appalling to her. What did he mean by that? That made no sense with anything they were just talking about... unless she already forgot about something. Oh how she hated the lack of memory she always tended to have! It was frustrating and she mentally beat herself up for it, but at this moment, she needed to move on. She wanted to appear less distracted, but that was always a problem... especially with him always hovering around now. Dayhum caught her off guard now, she nearly flinched. Proud? A rarity. Treetiger found herself puffing up her chest, blinking gratefully at the older warrior. "Well... thanks, I couldn't have come this far without you Dayhum," she spoke lightly.

[lone]

Witheredkit smiled a bit at Brightkit’s enthusiasm before sadly sighing,” I’m Witheredkit.” She hated her name, it was because she looked weak and wasn’t expected to survive this long, but she was now confident she’d become a warrior, though her mother still feared she was weak for her age and if she got sick she could die. She flicked her tail,” I’m not new here, I was born here.” She flicked her tail,” I do like Thunderclan, as it’s the only place I’ve lived.” She purred in delight.
Witheredkit? The name sounded odd to Brightkit, and she tilted her head to the side in order to closer examine the other feline. ”Well, nice to meet ya, Witheredkit! That’s a funny name, but you look like you’re good at games! Do you like games? Do you play a lot of them?” The feline bounced up and down on her paws, unable to stand still any longer. She always liked to be doing something… moving, in some way. If she wasn’t, it was easy for her to get bored, and that would lead to games that weren’t fun for anyone. Well, anyone except herself, that was. She tried to position herself in a way that her good eye would be focused on Witheredkit, so that she could see the other cat’s movements better.

[Mango]

Witheredkit? The name sounded odd to Brightkit, and she tilted her head to the side in order to closer examine the other feline. ”Well, nice to meet ya, Witheredkit! That’s a funny name, but you look like you’re good at games! Do you like games? Do you play a lot of them?” The feline bounced up and down on her paws, unable to stand still any longer. She always liked to be doing something… moving, in some way. If she wasn’t, it was easy for her to get bored, and that would lead to games that weren’t fun for anyone. Well, anyone except herself, that was. She tried to position herself in a way that her good eye would be focused on Witheredkit, so that she could see the other cat’s movements better.

Witheredkit tried to show just as much enthusiasm as she had,” I love games!” She purred in excitement. (Sorry it’s short, on mobile)

[lone]

Witheredkit tried to show just as much enthusiasm as she had,” I love games!” She purred in excitement. (Sorry it’s short, on mobile)
”Really? Me too! We should play a game! Which one’s your favorite?” Once again, Brightkit was bouncing up and down on her paws, after having stood still for a short period of time. It was so hard! She wanted to play, not stand here and wait to think of a game! The she cat let out an exaggerated gasp, dropping to the ground and rolling over onto her back in an overdramatic fashion. ”We should play moss-ball! Do you play that a lot? It’s fun, right?” Without waiting for an answer, Brightkit’s questions ran all into each other, her speech getting faster and faster as she continued talking.

[Mango]

”Really? Me too! We should play a game! Which one’s your favorite?” Once again, Brightkit was bouncing up and down on her paws, after having stood still for a short period of time. It was so hard! She wanted to play, not stand here and wait to think of a game! The she cat let out an exaggerated gasp, dropping to the ground and rolling over onto her back in an overdramatic fashion. ”We should play moss-ball! Do you play that a lot? It’s fun, right?” Without waiting for an answer, Brightkit’s questions ran all into each other, her speech getting faster and faster as she continued talking.
Witheredkit openned her mouth to speak, before Brightkit decided the game they would play,”Okay.” That was all she meowed, she sat there waiting for Brightpaw to return with the mossball. She wondered how the young kit was so energetic, it was a bit, impressive.

[MessrMoony]

She nodded,” That is true...” she smiled,” But they should believe in Starclan. Everyone should.” She purred,” Everyone needs a code like the warrior code too.” She added
[I just remembered this. Now this is the reason why I'm making a rp tracker]
Featherheart shrugged. "Everyone should since it's good..But if you don't wanna believe in it that's fine with me since I can force cats to give up their type of belief." He'd mew. "If you don't have a code you become an animal. You might want everything to be yours or to have all of the power because you don't have a code to stay in line and not go out of borders" Featherheart replied with a grin.

[k!ngk3s]

Raindapple frowned, her tail flicking back and forth. "But why?" She asked. She didn't even know his name, for StarClan's sake!
"Becuase." He said and moved up closer to her

[Jynx]

"Becuase." He said and moved up closer to herRaindapple blinked rapidly, leaning back as he moved closer. "That," She replied, "Is not a good enough answer." She flicked her tail. "What's your name anyways?"

[lone]

Disgrace. That’s what she was, a disgrace. Caliaflame had left ThunderClan, and she hadn’t thought to come back until now. She had disappeared, without a word, because it was too much for her. Why was she coming back now? What am I doing? It was a question she’d asked all the way through the territory, even as sticks poked her side and brambles got caught in her fur. Caliaflame hadn’t had time to groom herself, she’d forgotten to eat - only now remembering because her hunger was catching up with her - and she was wondering, once again, what she was doing here. ThunderClan had been her home from the time she was born. It had been her home for moons, and this was how she had repayed her Clan? By running away when it got to be too much for her, by acting like - like she was crazy? As Caliaflame entered the clearing, she felt a sudden pressure… everyone was staring at her. In reality, there was no one looking.

No one saw her at the moment, and Caliaflame crept to a far edge of the clearing. She needed to re-integrate. If she were just another warrior, it would be easier. But she didn’t know what she was doing. She hadn’t had proper battle training, and everyone knew that she had left. It wasn’t just explaining her disappearance to a few friends - it was explaining it to the entire Clan. Caliaflame began picking some of the burrs out of her fur, wincing as pieces were pulled out along with the spiky objects, and praying that she wasn’t in everyone’s eyeline. Failure. She had failed, both the Clan, and herself. They had needed a medicine cat, especially now, and Caliaflame had said… “no.” She hadn’t even told anyone, it had just been one night when she’d been especially tired, and pressured, and she had broken. Something inside of her had just snapped.

What was she doing? Why had she come back here? Her family wasn’t waiting to greet her, they didn’t even know she was back… her friends weren’t, either. Nobody could have known that she was back. Caliaflame wasn’t sure how she was supposed to face them again. She didn’t want to leave the Clan - this was her home, the only home she’d ever known, and a protective area. She had nearly died trying to make it on her own. Finding food, and tending to the minor wounds she’d received (thankfully not from other cats, it was mostly thorns and one very angry crow who had decided that she was a little too close for comfort) had been the easy part. Finding shelter, and holding onto territory… that was hard. That was what Caliaflame had failed at. So not only had she failed at her original job, she had even failed at running away. She wasn’t sure where to go from here. Here she was, back home… and with nothing to do. It was a long road back to normal… that much, she knew.

Hexict

[Why Do We Hold?]

//since nobody has seen Sun imma just have him wander in if thats okay

Sunshine was chasing down a mouse he had been tracking until a Twoleg started clambering through the woods calling his name scared it away. Time to go! he thought and ran as quickly as his legs would take him. Okay, think, thats the road, wait what do the clans call it? The Thunderpath? That must mean I'm getting close to Thunderclan. Thats it! Go to Thunderclan, I'll be free at Thunderclan.

[k!ngk3s]

Raindapple blinked rapidly, leaning back as he moved closer. "That," She replied, "Is not a good enough answer." She flicked her tail. "What's your name anyways?"
"Blazefur." He said firm

[Madelaine]

//since nobody has seen Sun imma just have him wander in if thats okay

Sunshine was chasing down a mouse he had been tracking until a Twoleg started clambering through the woods calling his name scared it away. Time to go! he thought and ran as quickly as his legs would take him. Okay, think, thats the road, wait what do the clans call it? The Thunderpath? That must mean I'm getting close to Thunderclan. Thats it! Go to Thunderclan, I'll be free at Thunderclan.

Cilantropaw was walking towards the entrance when he heard another cat nearby. The scent was unfamiliar and it sure wasn't Thunderclan. He jumped out in front of Sunshine. "Your not supposed to be here." he meowed.

[Why Do We Hold?]

"Well i certainly don't belong with any Twolegs" he said, angrily attempting to claw off his collar. "I hate Twoleg food with a passion." he explained. "I left the Twolegs who 'owned' me and came here." How this kittypet knew so many clan words was a secret, one he wouldn't share with a cat he just met. "Look, i've heard rumors from others that clans have sometimes accepted kittypets into the clans. I know what's going to happen. If i choose clan life, there's no going back, but really, there's no home i could go back to."

//sorry if its too wordy

[Mango]

[I just remembered this. Now this is the reason why I'm making a rp tracker]
Featherheart shrugged. "Everyone should since it's good..But if you don't wanna believe in it that's fine with me since I can force cats to give up their type of belief." He'd mew. "If you don't have a code you become an animal. You might want everything to be yours or to have all of the power because you don't have a code to stay in line and not go out of borders" Featherheart replied with a grin.
The warrior nodded a little,” Agreed. Though, kittypets don’t have codes...and they aren’t animals. Nor are they power hungry.” She added snickering at the idea of power-hungry kittypets who act like animals.

[MessrMoony]

The warrior nodded a little,” Agreed. Though, kittypets don’t have codes...and they aren’t animals. Nor are they power hungry.” She added snickering at the idea of power-hungry kittypets who act like animals.

"I think loners act more like animals and some are power hungry."He mewed. He shivered at the thought of power-hungry kittypets. "If kittypets were power hungry then we'd all be in trouble."
[They'd be in big trouble in little China ;3]

[Madelaine]

"Well i certainly don't belong with any Twolegs" he said, angrily attempting to claw off his collar. "I hate Twoleg food with a passion." he explained. "I left the Twolegs who 'owned' me and came here." How this kittypet knew so many clan words was a secret, one he wouldn't share with a cat he just met. "Look, i've heard rumors from others that clans have sometimes accepted kittypets into the clans. I know what's going to happen. If i choose clan life, there's no going back, but really, there's no home i could go back to."

//sorry if its too wordy

Rosepaw came up behind Cilantropaw and nudged him away. "Don't listen to him. he's a grump. If you would like to join our clan you must talk with our leader first. I don't think they'll be a problem if you do get accepted." She meowed. Cilantropaw starred at his sister with a low growl.
(it's totally fine. That's welcomed here :) )

[Sum]

Brilliance
[ Soo sorry this took me so incredibly long!! ]

A bird hung from Oaktail's jaws as he silently padded into the clearing, weaving around other clan members and making his way toward the fresh kill-pile. He appeared a bit worn and somewhat stressed, his brow furrowed in concentration and his shoulders hunched up a bit, but that was usual for the tom these days. His spotted pelt was clean in general, but a few tufts of fur were ruffled up here and there. It was clear he was having long nights.. And he had been, though he wouldn't admit it. Every time, it seemed like, that his eyes finally shut, he'd have nightmares, which consisted mostly of sounds and bleary images. Of dogs, barking and biting..

Avoiding eye contact with anyone -- he was just too tired to deal with thoughts and feelings right now -- Oaktail stopped at the pile and gently laid the bird on top. He looked down at the bird for a moment, lost in thought. It hadn't taken him very long to catch it, considering it hadn't been able to fly from a broken wing. He slightly pitied the poor thing. He hadn't felt very noble, but he supposed he had quickened the inevitable by killing it. Huffing out a breath, Oaktail lifted his green eyes and quickly scanned the clearing. Cats were everywhere, clogging his thoughts and sapping his energy just from their mere presence. Usually, he'd sneak off right then and find a quiet place in the woods. But right now, he just wanted to find a nice place to lie down.

It didn't take him long to spot a comfy looking spot right under a tree near the edge of the clearing. With a definite swish of his tail, the warrior turned and padded toward it. He lied down with his back against the rough bark and tried to relax his muscles. Though he wanted to badly, he wouldn't dare take a nap, especially with so many others to see. So with half-lidded eyes, Oaktail half-heartedly watched the others go about their business.

[Mango]

"I think loners act more like animals and some are power hungry."He mewed. He shivered at the thought of power-hungry kittypets. "If kittypets were power hungry then we'd all be in trouble."
[They'd be in big trouble in little China ;3]
She chuckled a little,” Loners just seem to keep to themselves most of the time.” She remarked,” But when they do engage they are animals.” She agreed

[Pluto]

Marigoldkit glanced away from the apprentices to look at Windypetal. She let out a light purr at the sight of her adoptive mother. "I just wonder who it's going to be. I hope their not going to be too hard on me." she replied. "I want them to be similar to me and they should be my best friend." Marigoldkit added.

"I do too." Her meow turned brisk. "But beggars can't be choosers. Be grateful to have any mentor, not matter the difficultly it is too learn. Sometimes, the hardest mentors teach you the most." Windypetal gazed wistfully outwards.

[Why Do We Hold?]

Rosepaw came up behind Cilantropaw and nudged him away. "Don't listen to him. he's a grump. If you would like to join our clan you must talk with our leader first. I don't think they'll be a problem if you do get accepted." She meowed. Cilantropaw starred at his sister with a low growl.

(it's totally fine. That's welcomed here :) )

"Thank you. While your here, could I ask a favor? I've been trying to get this collar off but the belt is behind my neck. Do you mind helping me get it off?" he asked kindly to the she-cat. "I would tell you my name, if I wasn't planning on changing it for the sake of the clans. For now I guess you can call me Sun"

[Madelaine]

"Thank you. While your here, could I ask a favor? I've been trying to get this collar off but the belt is behind my neck. Do you mind helping me get it off?" he asked kindly to the she-cat. "I would tell you my name, if I wasn't planning on changing it for the sake of the clans. For now I guess you can call me Sun"

Rosepaw pushed Cilantropaw away. She let out a friendly nod. She grabbed his collar in her jaws snd bit down as hard as she could. After a while it finally snapped. "my names Rosepaw." she replied.

[Why Do We Hold?]

"Nice to meet you" he meowed then looked up at the sky." That gathering thing is supposed to happen today isn't it?" he asked curiously. Honestly he was just to try to cover up the fact that he was praying to Starclan that hey would accept him into clan life.

[Madelaine]

"Nice to meet you" he meowed then looked up at the sky." That gathering thing is supposed to happen today isn't it?" he asked curiously. Honestly he was just to try to cover up the fact that he was praying to Starclan that hey would accept him into clan life.

Rosepaw shrugged. "I don't know. If it is i wasn't told." she meowed. After a while she realized how much ge knew about the clans. "Are you a spy? If you are you've are you might want to leave." added Rosepaw

[Why Do We Hold?]

"What? No. Back before I was taken by Twolegs, there was this caged place filled with cats. They told stories about the clans, how twolegs never find them, where cats could live their own lives. At first I thought it was to good to be true, until I fount the place." Sunshine explained

[Madelaine]

"What? No. Back before I was taken by Twolegs, there was this caged place filled with cats. They told stories about the clans, how twolegs never find them, where cats could live their own lives. At first I thought it was to good to be true, until I fount the place." Sunshine explained

Rosepaw felt herself begin to calm down. "Okay. I was just making sure. I fon't want to get in trouble for talking to you." she meowed.

[Why Do We Hold?]

"I get it" he said with an amused purr, the bits of skylight coming through the trees and hitting his fur, almost making it gleam. "So where is the leader right now?"

//just to further enforce his clan name when the time comes XD

[North]

A smile found its way to his face as the large tom responded, and Flintspirit couldn’t help but be reminded of Passionstar. There was no doubt the two toms looked alike, both with thick ginger pelts and brilliant green eyes. “I’ve been doing pretty good. Not too busy thankfully. A cat needs his own time to spend to his liking.” His purr was a deep rumble in his chest, his posture open and relaxed as he met eyes with Rowanflame, green upon green. At the tom’s next statement, a smirk replaced his smile, a comeback popping in his head that Flintspirit thought was absolutely hilarious. “Yeah, it’s unisal for wartime. Though I have a feeling it might have to do with me.” His purr gave away his joking tone, and his eyes sparkled as he gave a little wink to the ginger tomcat.
He himself wasn’t sure how he was doing with his new position. He knew he was handling all of the duties perfectly, assigning patrols and watching over the clan with Passionstar had proved no stress to the dark-furred tom. He figured his training of Minkpaw was going smoothly, and she seemed to be improving every single day. But he felt as if he was failing to actually appeal to his clan in the manner he wanted to. He didn’t want them to see him as a distant, cold cat that they couldn’t talk to. Flintpsirit knew he could be intimidating, his large stature and thick fur didn’t exactly scream “friendly”. So he appreciated Rowanflame’s compliment. He wasn’t sure if he should be completely honest when replying though. “Well thank you! I really appreciate that you think so, I had some doubts that cats thought I was... cold? If that’s how you would phrase it. Other than that, I’ve been faring quite well.”

| RedHead |
{Apologies on the wait~}
Rowanflame listened patiently, his amber eyes alight with both amiableness and curiosity; he truly was a gentle giant, one could even compare him to a kit in a warrior's body by the playful way he acted. He was endearingly sweet, that was obvious. He purred as Flintspririt spoke of the importance of stress-free times, where a cat can ponder the goings on of their life. It was important for a feline's mental health, he had heard Caliaflame once tell to a few of the more "robotic" warriors of Thunderclan. The bulky larger toms of the clan, who upheld the warrior code to a standard above and beyond what was necessary. Rowanflame was merely too "soft" to be a warrior like them, the sunset tom simply incapable of being so cold and mechanical. It didn't suit him much, anyway. The fluffy tom gave out a hearty laugh at Flintspirit's joke, the deputy's manner and tone calming Rowanflame's awkward nature and making him feel much more comfortable. He liked Flintspirit.
The flame-coloured tom listened much more intently as Flintspirit began to express his worry at appearing "cold" to his clanmates; Rowanflame knew exactly how the deputy felt, and offered an amiable purr as comfort. "Ah, I know exactly what you mean. Cats just assumed you're cold or unfriendly based entirely on appearance, which is completely daft by all means! A lot of cats thought of me that way, too; many still do, in fact. But, you're a deputy, people pay more attention to the way you act than they do with me. I'm sure word will spread fast about how lovely and amiable you are, I'll even make sure I put in a few nice words myself!" He exclaimed, his eyes alight with a passionated kindness that resonated deep within his soul as it would appear. The large Somali had always been gifted with a strong sense of empathy for others; it was who he was. He'd believed his personality had strongly been influenced by the strong love and patience his own parents had shown him - he lived to see the day he'd one day be able to pass this knowledge down onto his own kits.

[Why Do We Hold?]

Do in a couple of hours imma be offline for a while, cuz I have to serve people at a church, so dint expect a repy for a while

[MessrMoony]

She chuckled a little,” Loners just seem to keep to themselves most of the time.” She remarked,” But when they do engage they are animals.” She agreed

Featherheart nodded. "Yes they do. Well some of them at least. I ran into one who wanted to tear me up into shreds since they said I was "On their land" when I was in the border. I chased them off of course."He mewed with a slight smile.

[Mango]

Featherheart nodded. "Yes they do. Well some of them at least. I ran into one who wanted to tear me up into shreds since they said I was "On their land" when I was in the border. I chased them off of course."He mewed with a slight smile.

She shrugged,” The easiest way to deal with that is to have a whole patrol hide from them, tell them to leave, if they refuse then have all the other patrol members step out looking agressive, they usually run as far as they can with their tail between their legs.

[Jynx]

"Blazefur." He said firm
Raindapple gave a small nod. "Nice to meet you, Blazefur. Have you always been a part of ThunderClan?" There were so many cats that came from other clans or from a life as a loner that she couldn't keep them all straight.

[Why Do We Hold?]

I live again.//

[k!ngk3s]

Raindapple gave a small nod. "Nice to meet you, Blazefur. Have you always been a part of ThunderClan?" There were so many cats that came from other clans or from a life as a loner that she couldn't keep them all straight.
"Yes." Blazefur said

[Madelaine]

"I get it" he said with an amused purr, the bits of skylight coming through the trees and hitting his fur, almost making it gleam. "So where is the leader right now?"

//just to further enforce his clan name when the time comes XD

"The leaders up in his den. Better be careful when you go to see him he might not be exactly welcoming st first, but don't worry about that." Rosepaw meowed.

[Jynx]

"Yes." Blazefur said
Raindapple nodded again. Her fur prickled with slight annoyance; could this tom give anything other than one-word answers? She didn't no ask outright, though, because she didn't be want to be rude."Do you have an apprentice right now? Have you ever had one?"

[k!ngk3s]

Raindapple nodded again. Her fur prickled with slight annoyance; could this tom give anything other than one-word answers? She didn't no ask outright, though, because she didn't be want to be rude."Do you have an apprentice right now? Have you ever had one?"
Blazefur looked down and said "My apprentice died..."

[Jynx]

Blazefur looked down and said "My apprentice died..."
Raindapple's eyes widened in sympathy. She touched him gently on the shoulder with her tail tip. "I'm sorry," She meowed quietly. "That must've been terrible."

[Why Do We Hold?]

"I'll wait until after the gathering then" he mewed, then hesitated before saying "Would you... come with me?" No this wasn't him flirting, this was him actually afraid of meeting the clan leader

[Madelaine]

"I'll wait until after the gathering then" he mewed, then hesitated before saying "Would you... come with me?" No this wasn't him flirting, this was him actually afraid of meeting the clan leader

Rosepaw could sense fear in his voice when he asked if she would go with him. She dipped her head. "Yeah I can, since I know him more than you. I wouldn't want him to frighten you too bad." meowed the young molly.

[k!ngk3s]

Raindapple's eyes widened in sympathy. She touched him gently on the shoulder with her tail tip. "I'm sorry," She meowed quietly. "That must've been terrible."
Blazefur felt a tear come to his eye. He stated to cry

[Why Do We Hold?]

Sunshine smiled gratefully and rubbed his eye with his paw. "Thank you. I get that this kinda strange for the clan, a kittypet just showing up with a bunch of clan terms already in his vocabulary"

[Why Do We Hold?]

He then sniffed curiously, the scent of many cats giving him a trail. He knew they went to the Gathering, and he knew he probably would get chewed out if he was caught, but the curiosity was too great. "All right I cant help it, i'm going to the Gathering." Besides i wont get in trouble if i'm not noticed...right?

[Jynx]

Blazefur felt a tear come to his eye. He started to cry.
Raindapple saw him begin to cry and immediately she felt her heart sink with sorrow; he just looked so sad. Scooting closer, she gently rasped her tongue over his ear. "You must miss him, or her, a bunch," She murmured.

[k!ngk3s]

Raindapple saw him begin to cry and immediately she felt her heart sink with sorrow; he just looked so sad. Scooting closer, she gently rasped her tongue over his ear. "You must miss him, or her, a bunch," She murmured.
"I do." Blazefur said and kept on crying.

[Jynx]

"I do." Blazefur said and kept on crying.
Raindapple twitched an ear. Myabe talking about him, or her, would help. "What was your apprentice's name?" She asked, trying to make her voice polite and soft. She wanted him to feel better, that was the type of cat she was.

[k!ngk3s]

Raindapple twitched an ear. Myabe talking about him, or her, would help. "What was your apprentice's name?" She asked, trying to make her voice polite and soft. She wanted him to feel better, that was the type of cat she was.
"Icepaw." He said

[Jynx]

"Icepaw." He said
Raindapple nodded, all the while suppressing the small nagging annoyance at the fact that this was getting her nowhere to finding out whether the apprentice was a she-cat or a tom; she was tired of skirting her way around using pronouns. "Was Icepaw your first apprentice?"

[k!ngk3s]

Raindapple nodded, all the while suppressing the small nagging annoyance at the fact that this was getting her nowhere to finding out whether the apprentice was a she-cat or a tom; she was tired of skirting her way around using pronouns. "Was Icepaw your first apprentice?"
"Yes." Blazefur said, and stoped crying

[SedgeWhisker!]

EbonyKit crept around the edges of camp in the shadows her jet black pelt and dark brown eyes helping her blend in. She quietly stalked a mouse and leaped onto it, picking it up with her claw the unusually large kit gave the killing bite and then quickly ate the tiny mouse.

[Jynx]

"Yes." Blazefur said, and stoped crying
Raindapple nodded sympathetically, losing an apprentice was hard, but losing your first apprentice? That must've been rough. She hadn't yet had the opportunity to become a mentor, but hoped to one day. "I bet Icepaw was a great apprentice." She noticed he had stopped crying and scooted back to normal talking position. She licked a paw lightly and drew it lsowly over her ear.

[k!ngk3s]

Raindapple nodded sympathetically, losing an apprentice was hard, but losing your first apprentice? That must've been rough. She hadn't yet had the opportunity to become a mentor, but hoped to one day. "I bet Icepaw was a great apprentice." She noticed he had stopped crying and scooted back to normal talking position. She licked a paw lightly and drew it lt sowly over her ear.
Blazefur answered "Yes." and licked his chest fur

[RedHead]

The she-cat tried to remain calm when he remembered her name, and was embarrassed. She surveyed him for a moment trying to think of his name. He looked bright. Like the sun. Bright. Sunny. Sun. Sunpaw... Sunscorch! It hit her all of a sudden. She remembered a tom named Sunpaw from when she was training, and realized that his warrior name was Sunscorch. It was a nice name. Sun for his pelt, Scorch perhaps for his personality. Funny, he seemed nice enough.
Morningblood rolled her eyes at his question. Conversation, duh! She decided to reply differently though, as she decided to have some fun. "The invisible cat behind you," She said with a smirk to match her personality.



Sunscorch’s eyes widened slightly, before narrowing to give his face a playful look. Her response had his brain whirring, all sense of flirtatiousness coming once again up to his consciousness. He might be more of a gentleman now, but there was no doubt that Subscorch was a flirt at heart. He looked over his shoulder at said “invisible cat.” He then flicked his electric blue eyes back to Morningblood, a playful spark emitting inside of them. “Ah but I think he’s busy.” He concluded, sweeping his tail behind him to emphasize his words. “So I suppose you’ll just have to settle for some conversation with me. Which, I’ve been told, isn’t a bad thing.” His purr was playful as he leaned forward a little, awaiting the she-cats answer.

[Cave]

Fuzzyfeline
Fawnkit snuggled against her mother, a slight cold breeze coming from the entrance of the den nips at the pale kit's fur. A tiny mew came from the kits mouth as she said "cold" and nestled closer into her mother's fluffy belly.

[Fuzzy]

Fuzzyfeline
Fawnkit snuggled against her mother, a slight cold breeze coming from the entrance of the den nips at the pale kit's fur. A tiny mew came from the kits mouth as she said "cold" and nestled closer into her mother's fluffy belly.

Flamingrose rapped her tail around her shivering kit as she squeaked out "cold". A few moons ago the young feline couldn't even imagine being a mother, she was barley a warrior! 19 moons and was already training an apprentice and had a beautiful kit of her own. This was probably the most unexpected thing to happen to her. Roseblaze if you can see me, are you pord? I have lots even though I'm so young. She reminds me of you sis. The fiery molly thought licking Fawnkit's pale head. " My darling. " She whispered laying her head beside the small bundle of joy. Being a mother brought so much joy and hardship. How did queens do it?

[Cave]

Flamingrose rapped her tail around her shivering kit as she squeaked out "cold". A few moons ago the young feline couldn't even imagine being a mother, she was barley a warrior! 19 moons and was already training an apprentice and had a beautiful kit of her own. This was probably the most unexpected thing to happen to her. Roseblaze if you can see me, are you pord? I have lots even though I'm so young. She reminds me of you sis. The fiery molly thought licking Fawnkit's pale head. " My darling. " She whispered laying her head beside the small bundle of joy. Being a mother brought so much joy and hardship. How did queens do it?

Fawnkit purred as her mothers tail wrapped around her, she kneaded at her mother's belly. She didn't feel much like playing she really just wanted a nap, Fawnkit would only play occasionally and even then it was mostly low effort play, like batting a mossball around a few times or swatting at her mothers tail. She was quite small for a kit her age, but maybe she would grow into a decently sized warrior, only time could tell. The small kit yawned with a squeak and started falling asleep surrounded by the warmth of her mother.
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[Cosmo]

Sunscorch’s eyes widened slightly, before narrowing to give his face a playful look. Her response had his brain whirring, all sense of flirtatiousness coming once again up to his consciousness. He might be more of a gentleman now, but there was no doubt that Sunscorch was a flirt at heart. He looked over his shoulder at said “invisible cat.” He then flicked his electric blue eyes back to Morningblood, a playful spark emitting inside of them. “Ah but I think he’s busy.” He concluded, sweeping his tail behind him to emphasize his words. “So I suppose you’ll just have to settle for some conversation with me. Which, I’ve been told, isn’t a bad thing.” His purr was playful as he leaned forward a little, awaiting the she-cats answer.


Morningblood couldn't help but smile at his reaction to her invisible cat. "Too bad, he seemed nice," she said, pretending to wave goodbye to the air behind him. Morningblood rolled her eyes at his playful comment. It was almost flirtatious, which she didn't mind if it was about how great she was, but she preferred not to talk about other cats. "Well, that's wonderful for you," she stated saucily, "But I've been told that sitting with me is a very good thing." Morningblood left out the part that had only been by her best friends, not anyone else, during her apprenticeship cats had been afraid of her. She was the stereotypical popular girl.

[Fuzzy]

Fawnkit purred as her mothers tail wrapped around her, she kneaded at her mother's belly. She didn't feel much like playing she really just wanted a nap, Fawnkit would only play occasionally and even then it was mostly low effort play, like batting a mossball around a few times or swatting at her mothers tail. She was quite small for a kit her age, but maybe she would grow into a decently sized warrior, only time could tell. The small kit yawned with a squeak and started falling asleep surrounded by the warmth of her mother.
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(Nah it's fine ^^)

The fiery molly stroked her kits fur with her tail. She was such a fragile looking kit small yet full of life and it brought Flamingrose such joy. How can such a tiny thing bring some cat such joy? A bundle of of tan fur that's so small and sweet. She thought feeling more like this was a dream. How could she be a mother? It was the most shocking thing she could imagine. Just a few moons ago her thoughts were full of being made a warrior, hunting for her Clan protecting what was rightfully ThunderClans and not being treated like an apprentice. And now she was trying to figure out how to raise a good kit to be a grate cat for her Clan. This was nothing like what she had planned for her life but this was better then ever imagined. Sighing Flamingrose rapped herself around the small figure snuggled up to her. It was so peaceful in the nursery.

[Cave]

(Nah it's fine ^^)

The fiery molly stroked her kits fur with her tail. She was such a fragile looking kit small yet full of life and it brought Flamingrose such joy. How can such a tiny thing bring some cat such joy? A bundle of of tan fur that's so small and sweet. She thought feeling more like this was a dream. How could she be a mother? It was the most shocking thing she could imagine. Just a few moons ago her thoughts were full of being made a warrior, hunting for her Clan protecting what was rightfully ThunderClans and not being treated like an apprentice. And now she was trying to figure out how to raise a good kit to be a grate cat for her Clan. This was nothing like what she had planned for her life but this was better then ever imagined. Sighing Flamingrose rapped herself around the small figure snuggled up to her. It was so peaceful in the nursery.

The kit awoke to hazy dawn light and a slight chill hanging low in the air, her colors seemed to match the morning. She slowly opened her eyes to look up to her sleeping mother, a small mew and a slight purr came out as she said "morning." The kit didn't wish to crawl away from her mothers' warmth but her body longed to walk about, so she got up and stumbled over her mother's paws and falling back into her mom's fluff once more her cold nose touching her skin. She pulled back, sneezing.

[|+sari+|]

Mudspeck made her look at him with his paw and pressed his nose to hers, his gaze fierce, not scary, but there was something in it that was different than normally. "Listen to me, Amberpaw, I know you're a strong she-cat. You must not let your past affect your future, believe me when I say that." He mewed and met her gaze. "You're a strong she-cat, and I know it more than anyone else because you are my apprentice." He added.
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Amberpaw grew rigid as Mudspeck pressed his nose to hers , and panic laced her eyes. She drew in a deep breath to screech, but then , she saw his expression and listened to him as he told her to, though her mind was screaming at her to run away. She forced herself to stay still. Calm down, she told herself. This is the tom you've liked for moons, the one you wanted to talk to but never had the chance to. He would never hurt you , stop being a mouse brain! her mind babble cut off at his words, and the Somali pulled back at that , her fur fluffing up in embarrassment as she gazed down at her paws. Her claws kneaded the ground as she said her next words. "But... but I'm not a strong she-cat, and I never will be!" she mewed bitterly. "I will never be able to get over my past! It... it's too horrid and traumatizing!!" she glared at him, her amber gaze flashing. "You... YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME !!!" she yowled , then collapsed to the ground, hiding her face with shaky paws. "Do you even know what my father did to my mother ? What he tried to do to me?! Do you even know what I witnessed and endured?!" she furiously removed her paws from her face, revealing stressed , tear filled eyes, and she clawed the grass beneath her, shredding it. She then turned away, resting her chin on her paws , and the tears in her eyes disappeared, replaced with a cold bitterness. Although it wasn't aimed towards anybody except her deceased father, it was still quite unsettling to see this look in the small she-cat's gaze. "I'm sorry, Mudspeck , but you know not a thing about me..."

[Gone]

Amberpaw grew rigid as Mudspeck pressed his nose to hers , and panic laced her eyes. She drew in a deep breath to screech, but then , she saw his expression and listened to him as he told her to, though her mind was screaming at her to run away. She forced herself to stay still. Calm down, she told herself. This is the tom you've liked for moons, the one you wanted to talk to but never had the chance to. He would never hurt you , stop being a mouse brain! her mind babble cut off at his words, and the Somali pulled back at that , her fur fluffing up in embarrassment as she gazed down at her paws. Her claws kneaded the ground as she said her next words. "But... but I'm not a strong she-cat, and I never will be!" she mewed bitterly. "I will never be able to get over my past! It... it's too horrid and traumatizing!!" she glared at him, her amber gaze flashing. "You... YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME !!!" she yowled , then collapsed to the ground, hiding her face with shaky paws. "Do you even know what my father did to my mother ? What he tried to do to me?! Do you even know what I witnessed and endured?!" she furiously removed her paws from her face, revealing stressed , tear filled eyes, and she clawed the grass beneath her, shredding it. She then turned away, resting her chin on her paws , and the tears in her eyes disappeared, replaced with a cold bitterness. Although it wasn't aimed towards anybody except her deceased father, it was still quite unsettling to see this look in the small she-cat's gaze. "I'm sorry, Mudspeck , but you know not a thing about me..."
Mudspeck gazed at the she-cat and didn't seem irritated or scared as she yowled, but something actually grew within him for the first time in a long while: anger. He glared down at her. "Not everything revolves around you, Amberpaw, if you think you had a horrible past, I'd like to talk to you about mine when we have time, if you think you've seen more blood than I have, I'd like to know how many cats you saw get killed, I've witnessed things even you can't imagine, things that the code won't even allow..." He mewed and finally calmed down, he remained where he was. "If you keep relying on your past to build who you are today, I'll just go tell Passionstar that you're not worth training, because our trainings will have us be extremely close to one another from time to time." He explained and looked at her, his gaze was not as soft as usual, it was more serious, way more at that. "Forgetting your past is the only option, that you want it or not, I've seen horrid things too, but I never gave up because of them, your mother wouldn't have wanted you to give up, now would she?" He asked."If you are to ruin your future because of one cat while the others are there to support you, are you really gonna follow the one who tries to bring you down?" He demanded and met her gaze, his facial expression remaining the same.

[|+sari+|]

Mudspeck gazed at the she-cat and didn't seem irritated or scared as she yowled, but something actually grew within him for the first time in a long while: anger. He glared down at her. "Not everything revolves around you, Amberpaw, if you think you had a horrible past, I'd like to talk to you about mine when we have time, if you think you've seen more blood than I have, I'd like to know how many cats you saw get killed, I've witnessed things even you can't imagine, things that the code won't even allow..." He mewed and finally calmed down, he remained where he was. "If you keep relying on your past to build who you are today, I'll just go tell Passionstar that you're not worth training, because our trainings will have us be extremely close to one another from time to time." He explained and looked at her, his gaze was not as soft as usual, it was more serious, way more at that. "Forgetting your past is the only option, that you want it or not, I've seen horrid things too, but I never gave up because of them, your mother wouldn't have wanted you to give up, now would she?" He asked."If you are to ruin your future because of one cat while the others are there to support you, are you really gonna follow the one who tries to bring you down?" He demanded and met her gaze, his facial expression remaining the same.

Amberpaw quietly listened to Mudspeck's words, her back still to him , and she glanced up at him once he was finished. "I... I'm sorry, Mudspeck, I didn't mean..." her eyes filled with sympathetic tears. "Oh... oh, I... I didn't mean that, Mudspeck. I just..." she glanced away. "I don't want you to be angry at me... I've wanted to be just like you for so long. Your words just made me wish that more. I want to be like you." she gazed at him, her eyes earnest. "You're strong, brave, skilled ... I wish to be that way someday..." she glanced away again. "You... you're right, my mom wouldn't want me to give up. I just don't know much outside of death and fear and blood... I've never known kindness and care and warmth." she looked up at her mentor. "But, you're showing me all those things , and I'm grateful..." she gazed down at her paws. "As for forgetting my past, I don't think it'll be easy, but I'll try... just remember I am very anxious alot of the time. Please be careful and remember that. I'm sure you wouldn't want me to have a fit in the middle of training..." she said these last words in a weak attempt at humor. "Please don't be angry with me, Mudspeck. I look up to you so much!" she gave him a sweet smile , then gazed out over the Clearing. "When it was time for my father's execution, I watched with a horrifying feeling in my paws... I wanted to be the one killing him . I wanted to be the one to bring him to justice, after what he did. Is that wrong? To want to kill your own father?" she shook her head. "I'm not trying to make you angry again... I just want to know. You don't have to answer, though, if you don't want. Not if you think I'm revolving everything around me again." she sighed. "Never mind , let's just take the tour around the territory. I'm getting restless." she stood on her paws, padding delicately towards the camp entrance and slipping through without so much as a glance in his direction . She waited for him on the other side, gazing around , eyes wide with wonder. "Wow!" she breathed as she took in the beauty of Leaf Fall for the first time in moons.

[Gone]

Amberpaw quietly listened to Mudspeck's words, her back still to him , and she glanced up at him once he was finished. "I... I'm sorry, Mudspeck, I didn't mean..." her eyes filled with sympathetic tears. "Oh... oh, I... I didn't mean that, Mudspeck. I just..." she glanced away. "I don't want you to be angry at me... I've wanted to be just like you for so long. Your words just made me wish that more. I want to be like you." she gazed at him, her eyes earnest. "You're strong, brave, skilled ... I wish to be that way someday..." she glanced away again. "You... you're right, my mom wouldn't want me to give up. I just don't know much outside of death and fear and blood... I've never known kindness and care and warmth." she looked up at her mentor. "But, you're showing me all those things , and I'm grateful..." she gazed down at her paws. "As for forgetting my past, I don't think it'll be easy, but I'll try... just remember I am very anxious alot of the time. Please be careful and remember that. I'm sure you wouldn't want me to have a fit in the middle of training..." she said these last words in a weak attempt at humor. "Please don't be angry with me, Mudspeck. I look up to you so much!" she gave him a sweet smile , then gazed out over the Clearing. "When it was time for my father's execution, I watched with a horrifying feeling in my paws... I wanted to be the one killing him . I wanted to be the one to bring him to justice, after what he did. Is that wrong? To want to kill your own father?" she shook her head. "I'm not trying to make you angry again... I just want to know. You don't have to answer, though, if you don't want. Not if you think I'm revolving everything around me again." she sighed. "Never mind , let's just take the tour around the territory. I'm getting restless." she stood on her paws, padding delicately towards the camp entrance and slipping through without so much as a glance in his direction . She waited for him on the other side, gazing around , eyes wide with wonder. "Wow!" she breathed as she took in the beauty of Leaf Fall for the first time in moons.
Mudspeck listened to her apology and tensed a little as she said that she wanted to be like him even more and as she spoke about how she didn't know anything else other than death, fear and blood, he decided to speak. "You'll have to understand that the clan life revolves around those three words..." The tom mewed he was certainly touched by how she praised him, he was always there for her, trying to show her the right way. "But leaving your past behind will be the only way to be like this, I've done it, so if you want to become like me, it means you can as well." He added and kept on listening, there are many people he had wanted to kill, but his mother had been on top of the list. They didn't let you kill him for a reason, you don't know how to kill a cat..." He mewed and watched her get up before he started following her towards the entrance to camp. "Fine, but stay close, this isn't the time to go running around, you could slip on a spot of ice and end up in a tree if you aren't on your guards." Mudspeck mewed and slipped through the entrance as well.

(Wanna post on the territory?)

[Brilliance]

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[ Soo sorry this took me so incredibly long!! ]

A bird hung from Oaktail's jaws as he silently padded into the clearing, weaving around other clan members and making his way toward the fresh kill-pile. He appeared a bit worn and somewhat stressed, his brow furrowed in concentration and his shoulders hunched up a bit, but that was usual for the tom these days. His spotted pelt was clean in general, but a few tufts of fur were ruffled up here and there. It was clear he was having long nights.. And he had been, though he wouldn't admit it. Every time, it seemed like, that his eyes finally shut, he'd have nightmares, which consisted mostly of sounds and bleary images. Of dogs, barking and biting..

Avoiding eye contact with anyone -- he was just too tired to deal with thoughts and feelings right now -- Oaktail stopped at the pile and gently laid the bird on top. He looked down at the bird for a moment, lost in thought. It hadn't taken him very long to catch it, considering it hadn't been able to fly from a broken wing. He slightly pitied the poor thing. He hadn't felt very noble, but he supposed he had quickened the inevitable by killing it. Huffing out a breath, Oaktail lifted his green eyes and quickly scanned the clearing. Cats were everywhere, clogging his thoughts and sapping his energy just from their mere presence. Usually, he'd sneak off right then and find a quiet place in the woods. But right now, he just wanted to find a nice place to lie down.

It didn't take him long to spot a comfy looking spot right under a tree near the edge of the clearing. With a definite swish of his tail, the warrior turned and padded toward it. He lied down with his back against the rough bark and tried to relax his muscles. Though he wanted to badly, he wouldn't dare take a nap, especially with so many others to see. So with half-lidded eyes, Oaktail half-heartedly watched the others go about their business.

[ No problem! Also, my bad for this late reply as well ;w; ]

Unlike the tom, a particularly grey tabby eyes was scanning the clan for whatever she could busy herself with. One thing Saplingpetal was best at? Gossiping. Sticking her nose in others’ business. The Molly was such a talkative cat that being alone scared her. She’d talk to herself if need be and she had no company. As a loner, she done that quite often before she had her kit. She was rather restless. The talk was all about the recent events that the Molly was more than keeping her nose buried in. The queens were the best in this situation. Then, the elders deserved second place. There was nothing more than juicy when secrets and words got around from the mouth of a queen or an old cat.

So, yes, Saplingpetal knew all about Riverclan losing their home, about the battles, and obviously about the other clans taking over riverclan’s old territory. She knew all about how Passionstar chose to stay out all this drama. Saplingpetal virtually had no opinion on this particular field, but she’d do anything to just keep chatter going. Her tail flipped up behind her as she walked the clearing, eyes steady and focused, trying to find a good target to listen and talk to. She might as well be as worse as her son. He was so flamboyant - obviously, he most likely picked up his traits from her.

As she passed by a tree, she had to do a triple glance when she noticed a figure. At first, she didn’t even notice the spotted cat, simply because his fur seemed to blend in with the surroundings of the tree. He didn’t seem like he was busy...or, that he had prior company. Saplingpetal gave a curious look towards him before she decided to pad over to him with a content wave of her tail. “Hi, there.” She purred. Her expression was soft and friendly, as always, a somewhat innocent personality until they got to know this rather spontaneous and vivacious Molly. “You looking for some company?” She didn’t even give him time to answer. Apparently she knew little of him and already knew what he needed more than he did. “It’s mighty lonely just sitting under here by yourself. And, it’s such a lovely day! Don’t want to put it to waste, now do you, good fella?” She perked, eats forward, undivided attention settled on him.

[lone]

Witheredkit openned her mouth to speak, before Brightkit decided the game they would play,”Okay.” That was all she meowed, she sat there waiting for Brightpaw to return with the mossball. She wondered how the young kit was so energetic, it was a bit, impressive.
With a smile, and an energetic "Great!" Brightkit darted off to grab a moss-ball. Finding - or making - the perfect one wasn't hard, but she was in too much of a hurry and too excited to spend time looking for "the perfect one." She grabbed the first unused one she saw, holding it like it was a prized trophy as she carried it back to Witheredkit. "Ready?" The she cat asked excitedly, her tail twitching back and forth as she smiled at the other kit.

[Mango]

With a smile, and an energetic "Great!" Brightkit darted off to grab a moss-ball. Finding - or making - the perfect one wasn't hard, but she was in too much of a hurry and too excited to spend time looking for "the perfect one." She grabbed the first unused one she saw, holding it like it was a prized trophy as she carried it back to Witheredkit. "Ready?" The she cat asked excitedly, her tail twitching back and forth as she smiled at the other kit.
Witheredkit dropped into a steady stance and purred,” Ready.” She was a bit surprised that Brightkit gave her a chance to prepare for the play fight, but took that opportunity with grace. I’m going to win, Brightkit probably burned off most her energy before the game started.

[Fuzzy]

The kit awoke to hazy dawn light and a slight chill hanging low in the air, her colors seemed to match the morning. She slowly opened her eyes to look up to her sleeping mother, a small mew and a slight purr came out as she said "morning." The kit didn't wish to crawl away from her mothers' warmth but her body longed to walk about, so she got up and stumbled over her mother's paws and falling back into her mom's fluff once more her cold nose touching her skin. She pulled back, sneezing.

At the touch of a chill the flaming molly woke. Her paws being stumbled over my her kit. Honestly this feline was still getting used to waking up in the nursery and not the warriors den since she'd been doing her duties as a warrior till she was practically forced to stay in the nursery by the other Queens. "Bless you," Flamingrose let out as the dawn colored kitten sneezed. Still half asleep the young queen licked the top of Fawnkit's head. "Your up early." With a yawn the molly commented. Normally kits slept in right? Well it appeared her little fur ball liked getting up at dawn. That was a good thing, or it would be when she became an apprentice. She needed to grow know, she was still a small kit. Looking over her daughter with a gaze as warm as sunshine the fiery molly wasn't sure what to do but watch her little bundle of joy. She was so quiet.

[Cave]

At the touch of a chill the flaming molly woke. Her paws being stumbled over my her kit. Honestly this feline was still getting used to waking up in the nursery and not the warriors den since she'd been doing her duties as a warrior till she was practically forced to stay in the nursery by the other Queens. "Bless you," Flamingrose let out as the dawn colored kitten sneezed. Still half asleep the young queen licked the top of Fawnkit's head. "Your up early." With a yawn the molly commented. Normally kits slept in right? Well it appeared her little fur ball liked getting up at dawn. That was a good thing, or it would be when she became an apprentice. She needed to grow know, she was still a small kit. Looking over her daughter with a gaze as warm as sunshine the fiery molly wasn't sure what to do but watch her little bundle of joy. She was so quiet.


Fawnkit looked back at her mother with green-blue eyes the light filtering into the den glinted on her eyes. She yawned then affectionately rubbed her face across her mother's pelt being almost completely consumed by her red fur. The kit soaked up her mother's warmth and she purred, slowly waking up more.

[Freesia]

[Nah it’s all good! <3]

Never having been good at keeping his ears to himself, a certain dark-furred tomcat couldn’t help but hear the raised voice. Green eyes filled with interest flitted across the clearing, landing on a dark-furred tabby and a ginger fluffball. He recognized the two immediately, his fellow members that helped lead the clan. Their new medicine cat, whom he had yet to meet, and Passionstar, who needed no introduction in Flintspirit’s mind.
His natural dorky smirk forming itself on his face, the tomcat got to his paws and sauntered over to the two, hoping that he didn’t interrupt anything. Yet at the same time not caring if he did so.
Bright eyes flicked to Passionstar and his leader was given a subtle nod of his head. Then Tallmarsh held his attention. Flintspirit was a one on one cat, it was hard for him to have his attention divided. He could do it, but larger groups of cats who all wanted to talk to him were a struggle. Usually he just ended up smiling at said party, and hoping they did all the talking for him.
His perceptive brain took over, taking in the medicine cat. From her bold stance that demanded attention to her smirk which Flintspirit could clearly see was forced. He was an expert on smirks, he lived for them. Choosing not to make a comment on it, he gave the two a friendly greeting.
“How’s my favorite ginger doing? Better not be overextending yourself, you know you’ll have me to answer to.” Flintspirit had started to find himself a lot more confident in his conversing abilities once more since his first talk with Passionstar. He was interacting with more cats, returning to his old self. And the deputy was absolutely loving it. Turning his gaze back to Tallmarsh, his mind leapt to come up with a clever greeting for her. “And you? You kinda look a little strained. That smirk’s not a good look on you right now.” His ears flattened against his head as the words found their way out of his mouth, and Flintspirit internally groaned. So much for not calling attention to it you dork.
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((Finally getting around to replying to all of my rps. Idek if its my turn, but I'm going to reply anyways.))

Tallmarsh was still thinking about her past when a fluffy, dark-furred tom who she didn't recognize padded over, a stupid grin on his face. The dark tabby medicine cat turned to this tom as he addressed Passionstar. 'my favorite ginger'? That's so lame, she thought. Her first impression of this tom was that he was extremely dorky--he had a stupid, dorky smirk and his choice of words was annoying in her humble opinion. She had to assume this cat was either related to Passionstar or was the new deputy. She'd heard about the new deputy--what was his name, Flakesprout? Flightspring? Flintstrike?--but she'd never met him. When he addressed her, she turned her pained smirk into a glare. "How's this, then? she said in a monotone, almost snarky voice. She was too tired to deal with (what she felt were) snide comments. It had been quite some time since she actually enjoyed meeting someone new; she honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd had a pleasant conversation with a cat she had just met. Now, she wasn't a stranger to socializing. She had plenty of enjoyable interactions when she talked with Nightpaw or Palethunder, really the only two cats she was close to in this Clan. Being an definite introvert, Tallmarsh was already exhausted from her full day of conversing with different cats.
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[RedHead]

Glisteningcry merely purred at the thought of having her paws full. “I sure do. These two tomkits, I forget their names, are so rowdy!” She meowed happily, but also a bit exhausted from the thought of going back in there. While she adored kits, she couldn’t help but gag at the thought of nearly full-sized apprentices romping around at midnight and screeching at everything. A lot like owls, in a way. Nocturnal, never ending, and loud. Very, very loud. His next comment made the dark furred queen laugh loudly, her sweet voice turning into a hoarse snort at the thought of sitting on him. “Yes, you’re much too tall for me now. But believe me, I bet I’ve done it a couple times.” She snickered, her laugh finally drowning out so that she could appear normal instead of some coughing and snorting- but strangely amused- mule. “Where do you think I learned all my tricks? I’d certainly would be a bag of bones and dust by now if I hadn’t thought to pull out the old ‘sitting on kits’ trick.” She purred, quirking an eyebrow quizzically.
She nodded. “Nightpaw is... a fleeting type.” She said in all seriousness. “I never understood her the way you do. Still love her though,” she chuckled, her laughter returning once more for round two. “But seriously, you’ve got a bond with her. I hope you’re spoiling her rotten, or I’m going to have to do it myself.” She growled in dark mockery, scowling. She stood up on her tippy toes to try to appear taller although her son still was a mountain.
“Geez! With me as your mother you’d think you’d be a bit shorter...” She grumbled, although a smile was playing on her lips.


The dark-furred tom gave his mother a sideways smirk. “Wow, you really are getting old if you can’t even remember two simple kit names.” His teasing purr rumbled deep in his throat, his bright green eyes glistening with a playfully mirth. He couldn’t help but laugh at his mother’s snort, his own laugh coming out smooth and deep, something that he appreciated about himself. Flintspirt likes his laugh. He found it.. to say the least attractive. As in, if any other cat had a laugh like his, he’d definitely be attracted to them for that. To him, laughs show a deeper meaning of someone’s character, depending on what they sounded like. Such as his mother’s. Her laugh showed her kind of care-free and oftentimes brash personality. But of course, he still adored the older feline. How could he not?
Cocking his head down so he could emphasize his height over his mother, the deputy’s smirk still splayed prominently on his face. “Ah, so I was your guinea pig huh? Now that you’ve ‘mastered’ sitting on me I bet you’re an expert.” His purr spluttered out in another, less graceful laugh, which turned more into a snort like his mother’s. It was more his teasing laugh, rather than his full, rich one that appeared when he was truly laughing.
“Fleeting. That’s a new one.” He meowed after his mother, though it was more to himself than anything. I’d use lots of words to descibe Nightpaw... and even some choice ones at times. None I would never say out loud of course. Guess I can add fleeting to that vocabulary. The dark-furred tom took a mental note, nodding slightly as of agreeing with the thoughts in his head. Like what he did when he talked to himself. He let out a scoff at his mother’s threat, doing his head tilt once more. “Ah, I’d be glad if you did. All I seem to do is be able to give her a reason to make fun of me.” He pretended to think for a moment, before shaking his head. “Actually nope, she does that no matter what I do.”
He laughed at his mother’s futile attempt to come face to face with him. Flintspirt tilted his head forwards to allow the easier eye contact between his mother and himself. “But I think you’re forgetting dad. Now that cat was a mountain.” He purred fondly, remembering the tall gray tomcat that was his father. He missed him, everyday. But right now was not the time to dwell on that. “Combine his height with your fur, and you get... well...” He gestured to himself with his tail, a dorky smile playing on his maw. “This.”

[Brilliance]

((Finally getting around to replying to all of my rps. Idek if its my turn, but I'm going to reply anyways.))

Tallmarsh was still thinking about her past when a fluffy, dark-furred tom who she didn't recognize padded over, a stupid grin on his face. The dark tabby medicine cat turned to this tom as he addressed Passionstar. 'my favorite ginger'? That's so lame, she thought. Her first impression of this tom was that he was extremely dorky--he had a stupid, dorky smirk and his choice of words was annoying in her humble opinion. She had to assume this cat was either related to Passionstar or was the new deputy. She'd heard about the new deputy--what was his name, Flakesprout? Flightspring? Flintstrike?--but she'd never met him. When he addressed her, she turned her pained smirk into a glare. "How's this, then? she said in a monotone, almost snarky voice. She was too tired to deal with (what she felt were) snide comments. It had been quite some time since she actually enjoyed meeting someone new; she honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd had a pleasant conversation with a cat she had just met. Now, she wasn't a stranger to socializing. She had plenty of enjoyable interactions when she talked with Nightpaw or Palethunder, really the only two cats she was close to in this Clan. Being an definite introvert, Tallmarsh was already exhausted from her full day of conversing with different cats.
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When a new voice disrupted his conversation with the medicine cat, it caused the leader's ears to flicker and a small smile to grace his face once he knew who it was. Passionstar purred, a shake of his head in amusement. He flicked his tail, ''Just formally getting to know the medicine cat herself.'' The tom spoke, exchanging a look from Flintspirit to Tallmarsh, and back again. It was a good thing that they were both in the same area because he's been meaning to introduce the both of them together, but with how Flintspirit's comment caused Tallmarsh to become quite, for lack of better words, snotty, he believed, Passionstar nudged the medicine cat with his tail. ''Ah, don't be so cross with your fellow clan mates. You don't want others thinking that you had some poison in your prey today.'' He snorted teasingly, but already came around to knowing just how snarky Tallmarsh could be. Anyone who didn't know her would come to offense, but Passionstar was starting to see her attitude as becoming rather endearing. Kinda humorous as well. ''Tallmarsh, I believe you haven't met Thunderclan's newest deputy, Flintspirit.'' Passionstar stepped between the both of them, eyeing them with a small smirk hidden. ''Flintspirit, this is the Tallmarsh, in case you didn't know. Now, that formalities are out the way.''

RedHead

[Leucos]

Gleamtail

Dawnlight flicked her ears as she sat by herself in a corner in the clearing , her eyes half narrowed while showing barely any sign of life in them just empty pools of blue . She's not seen Ambercloud in a loong time which made her lovesick and eventually gave up hope on the other Molly making her return to the lifeless feline she was , the she cat bent down to give her chest fur a good wash before giving herself a full thorough cleansing , when she felt that she has been free from germs after what seemed to be like 60 minutes she sat back up and shook her fluffy cream fur .I guess it's time for me to find a new darling ....such a shame..she seemed like the perfect type too.. which made her heart ache even more making her make a face of pain as she folded her ears back , within that ache came a rumble from her stomach signaling her that she was hungry ,the fluffy she cat sighed as she stood up and with started walking towards the kill pile with a few stretches in between paw steps .

Dawnlight bent down and snatched a mouse from the bottom of the pile when she was infront of it , as her teeth sank in the tender flesh a hint of that iron like taste hit her taste buds making her stomach growl and realized just how hungry she was , she hasn't eaten since nightfall yesterday and it was starting to take toll on her . The Molly flicked her tail as she swiftly turned back around and headed towards her original spot with a trot , the growling of her stomach made her impatient since she wanted that feeling to go away . Once the feline layed down with a plop she sat the mouse in between her paws , layed her right paw on its behind and started munching on the middle and purred in satisfaction.

[Why Do We Hold?]

Gleamtail

Dawnlight flicked her ears as she sat by herself in a corner in the clearing , her eyes half narrowed while showing barely any sign of life in them just empty pools of blue . She's not seen Ambercloud in a loong time which made her lovesick and eventually gave up hope on the other Molly making her return to the lifeless feline she was , the she cat bent down to give her chest fur a good wash before giving herself a full thorough cleansing , when she felt that she has been free from germs after what seemed to be like 60 minutes she sat back up and shook her fluffy cream fur .I guess it's time for me to find a new darling ....such a shame..she seemed like the perfect type too.. which made her heart ache even more making her make a face of pain as she folded her ears back , within that ache came a rumble from her stomach signaling her that she was hungry ,the fluffy she cat sighed as she stood up and with started walking towards the kill pile with a few stretches in between paw steps .

Dawnlight bent down and snatched a mouse from the bottom of the pile when she was infront of it , as her teeth sank in the tender flesh a hint of that iron like taste hit her taste buds making her stomach growl and realized just how hungry she was , she hasn't eaten since nightfall yesterday and it was starting to take toll on her . The Molly flicked her tail as she swiftly turned back around and headed towards her original spot with a trot , the growling of her stomach made her impatient since she wanted that feeling to go away . Once the feline layed down with a plop she sat the mouse in between her paws , layed her right paw on its behind and started munching on the middle and purred in satisfaction.

Blazewing returned from the gathering and walked past the cream-colored molly, shaking away his thoughts about her. She was a beautiful cat, but she felt such loss, he could tell. Great... Just gotta wait more then

[Leucos]

Blazewing returned from the gathering and walked past the cream-colored molly, shaking away his thoughts about her. She was a beautiful cat, but she felt such loss, he could tell. Great... Just gotta wait more then
she spotted the tom as she looked up from her meal while she was chewing , there was hardly any expression in her face when she looked him over hmm....I don't think I've seen him around before ...possibly a new warrior ? Then again I never pay attention to many of my clanmates... There's never really a need to unless they try to steal my darling from me,then there is . with a swallow she raised her eyebrow at him before huffing and scanned the clearing to occupy herself , she saw some cats who looked like lovers making her throat tighten as tears threatened to spill at that longing before she tore her orbs away which then landed on some apprentices with their mentors heading towards the territory which took her mind off of the pain for a moment . Dawnlight twitched her whiskers in the smallest bit of amusement before taking another bite of her meal , she purred once more once the ache in her stomach started to vanish slowly .

[Why Do We Hold?]

she spotted the tom as she looked up from her meal while she was chewing , there was hardly any expression in her face when she looked him over hmm....I don't think I've seen him around before ...possibly a new warrior ? Then again I never pay attention to many of my clanmates... There's never really a need to unless they try to steal my darling from me,then there is . with a swallow she raised her eyebrow at him before huffing and scanned the clearing to occupy herself , she saw some cats who looked like lovers making her throat tighten as tears threatened to spill at that longing before she tore her orbs away which then landed on some apprentices with their mentors heading towards the territory which took her mind off of the pain for a moment . Dawnlight twitched her whiskers in the smallest bit of amusement before taking another bite of her meal , she purred once more once the ache in her stomach started to vanish slowly .

Blazeclaw turned around just in time to see her looking at him and sighed. She doesnt recognize me...


//I had an idea where they were friends as kits, but after straying away from each other, she now doesnt recognize him, but Blazeclaw held feelings for her after all this time

[Leucos]

Blazeclaw turned around just in time to see her looking at him and sighed. She doesnt recognize me...


//I had an idea where they were friends as kits, but after straying away from each other, she now doesnt recognize him, but Blazeclaw held feelings for her after all this time
(oooh, I like that! I'll accept it ! She doesn't have much relation anyways but she is bi so she may or may not return feelings + yandere warning )

Dawnlight finished her meal with a few licks of her paws and stood up now yawning feeling more exhausted then usual she wasn't quite sure why since she does manage to sleep half the day away while she hides in the warriors den ,she needed to forget about Ambercloud ,maybe thinking about that she cat was making her tired? Besides she was certain that the other Molly had some crush so she shouldn't even try . The light colored Molly padded towards blazeclaw but passed him in order to head to a sunnier spot so she could warm up her pelt since she was feeling a bit could which she didn't like , although when she did pass him however he did give her a familiar feeling ,it was like she could trust him ,but why would she trust a complete stranger ? This puzzled her and made her stop with her left paw in mid step , once she twitched her ear that was closest to Blazeclaw she looked at him with a new emotion in her icy eyes , confusion. I might as well ask. " what's your name? I just need to know for....personal reasons ." she meowed with barely any emotion in her tone other than a hint of curiosity .

[Why Do We Hold?]

(oooh, I like that! I'll accept it ! She doesn't have much relation anyways but she is bi so she may or may not return feelings + yandere warning )

Dawnlight finished her meal with a few licks of her paws and stood up now yawning feeling more exhausted then usual she wasn't quite sure why since she does manage to sleep half the day away while she hides in the warriors den ,she needed to forget about Ambercloud ,maybe thinking about that she cat was making her tired? Besides she was certain that the other Molly had some crush so she shouldn't even try . The light colored Molly padded towards blazeclaw but passed him in order to head to a sunnier spot so she could warm up her pelt since she was feeling a bit could which she didn't like , although when she did pass him however he did give her a familiar feeling ,it was like she could trust him ,but why would she trust a complete stranger ? This puzzled her and made her stop with her left paw in mid step , once she twitched her ear that was closest to Blazeclaw she looked at him with a new emotion in her icy eyes , confusion. I might as well ask. " what's your name? I just need to know for....personal reasons ." she meowed with barely any emotion in her tone other than a hint of curiosity .


"So you don't recognize me. I'm not that surprised, its been so long since you and i talked Dawn. It's me, Blazeclaw." the handsome ginger tom said with a smile

[|+sari+|]

Saplingpetal didn't think about how being different made someone unique, yet can cause the most difficult problems in life. It was such a horrible thing, whether others pitied the fallen, or treated them ridiculous, or whatever else. All she could see was a kind tom who needed a little friend to put a spark back in his life. Evidently, hearing about his accident, and about how young he was made her heart race - mainly because she had a son who was a young apprentice, and she could only imagine the worst if something happened to her kit...well, he wasn't really a kit anymore, and Jaggedpaw would chew her out in a second about treating him like one. Saplingpetal was an escapist, so as soon as those negative thoughts settled in her mind, she would quickly replace them with something brilliant, so she didn't have to think about the possibility that something bad could happen. It also didn't help that her son was a reckless tom, and often caused trouble...''I'd love for my kit to look up to you, Darkfur. Maybe, you could teach him how to be more of a saint instead of a delinquent.'' That was genuine, even though she was joking. Jaggedpaw needed a steady role model in his life. He's never been much around toms - not even his father or his half-brother. Passionstar was such a remarkable tom in her eyes, and she hoped that her son would become more...reasonable, wise, as he aged. ''I never understand why cats feel the need to bully. I suppose it's a kittish thing, but making fun of someone because of an accident? That's beyond low. I wish Jaggedpaw would ever do something like that...'' The she cat huffed. Truthfully, she had no reason to furthermore scold Jaggedpaw since he was close to becoming a warrior. Her job as a queen was over, and she was trying to settle into being a warrior, but that wasn't always easy. At least, she made some well friends and gossiping buddies to keep around. Saplingpetal was starting to adore this sweet tom, her heart was simply calling out for him. Before her son was a twinkle in her eye, she used to be a brash she cat with a fiery personality. She was independent and ferocious, but raising Jaggedpaw for the first few moons of motherhood, she became more tolerant. More emotional. Her maternal instincts kicked in naturally, and now she was a softhearted feline. ''You can do anything. Anything at all. And, no one could tell you otherwise. If you can't do it alone, then there's always a friend there that will help you.'' She paused her grooming, nuzzling his chest with the top of her head lightly, an attempt to comfort him.

At least she managed to make him smile about one thing - stargazing. The kiss on her cheek was such an innocent gesture that she couldn't help but feel warmth in her soul from the action, purring deeply. ''Well, then. It's a date, sometime soon.'' She calmly replied, returning her own smile his way. ''I used to stargaze with my son often...but he seems to have outgrown such. That's when we were just nomads, really. The stars were just the...stars. Not some clan where cats go when they die.'' Maybe that was a little too offensive for Darkfur, Saplingpetal's eyes bugged as she realized how indifferent she sounded when it came to his religion. By all means, she honestly didn't have full faith in this Starclan, but that didn't mean she wasn't sensitive about it. ''Sorry, I don't mean to be insensitive about it.'' She pinned her ears to her head, looking away for a moment. ''I've been here for a good while. It's just that I'm still trying to learn the ways of a clan and its culture.'' She laughed it off, flicking her tongue over the bottom of her jaw to wet her maw.

Oh, Saplingpetal couldn't justify how much she adored living in Thunderclan. There were such a spunk of colorful cats to get to know, and she'd done well with making friends quite easily as if she had been born in this very place herself. It was nice...to have more than just one cat to depend on when it came to family and friends. It was nice to outright hear that the whole of thunderclan would be there when she needed them. It was what family did...who they were. She wasn't used to living in a family. She was pretty sure that she would had done well with raising a strong tom kit on her own...or, maybe that's what she wanted to believe. Normally, Saplingpetal didn't become too sheepish around others - not this social butterfly. She always knew how to keep a conversation flowing, and most times she'd wouldn't mind having a conversation with herself while the other party was listening in. However, for Darkfur to address it caused her to become heated under her pelt. ''Well, I mean, I-I-I, I j-just,'' She rolled her eyes at herself, ''I don't notice when I talk too much. Or, if I'm being too nosy...'' She rubbed it off as curiosity when she asked her questions. She twitched her nose, ''...I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?'' She asked, pausing, looking up at him, tilting her head back. She'd hate to make him feel like he had ants in his pelt because she was a blabbering, nosy she cat. ''You could tell me to shut up anytime you feel that I'm talking too much.'' She giggled, thinking that Darkfur was just trying to be too kind to her. She was one of those she cats who would babble on and on until someone stopped her, or if she managed to stop herself when she noticed that she was incessantly going off the rocker. ''I want to know more about you. Getting to know each other is a two way pathway, and I can't just spill on and on things about me. If I'm being honest, I am such a mundane she cat with no excitement in her life. The only excitement I ever felt was the rush of...well...falling in love. I mean...at least, I thought it was love, but instead, I was wooed, I was left, and now I have...the best thing that ever walked into my life; my tom kit. I still want to kill the slimeball but you know - '' Saplingpetal paused, realizing that she was about to go on a ranting rampage about her former mate; more of a fling, in his eyes. She shook her head, ''This is exactly what I mean. Whenever I talk, it's always too much, and it's always about me...I'm not conceited, I swear, Darkfur...I want to get to know you more.'' Because that's how friendships worked. She wondered if they had anything in common. It appeared not so, but the saying opposites attract might be true.

Darkfur realized that Saplingpetal was deep in thought, and he started to think about the first time he had fallen in love. She had been a beautiful silver she-cat with eyes the colour of fresh moss and shape of almonds. Her name had been Shimmermoss, and she had been his only friend during his first days as a warrior. She had been given her warrior name two days after he. They had done everything together , as often as they could. He had fallen in love with her; yet, he had been afraid to tell her. After they had been warriors for a moon, they had been sent on a mission to the Outskirts together, and the whole quarter moon they travelled together, the dark furred tom had thought about the perfect time to confess his love for her. Yet, everything changed the day they were on their way home... a murder of crows had attacked the two, and Darkfur , with his disability limiting his strength, couldn't protect her as well as he wanted. With his leg screaming in pain from the long walking, then attempting to outrun the birds , then the trying to fight them off... he could only collapse and watch as the crows had tore and slashed at Shimmermoss, who, although she fought her best, could only close her eyes and fall as a crow slashed her neck with its beak. That was when Darkfur had shrieked in horror and the birds flew off. Darkfur had limped over to her, wrapping himself around her, licking her bloody neck and begging for her to awaken as her breath grew more and more shallow. Suddenly , her eyes had opened weakly, and she looked up at him. "Dark... fur... Darkfur's amber eyes had widened, and he had felt tears drip down his chin. "Shimmermoss! No, no , please don't go... I... I love you so, so much... don't die..." this was when Shimmermoss gazed up at him, strong love in her eyes. "Darkfur... I love you, too... more than anybody else... but it's my time... now, listen. I want you to move on. I'll be gone , so you must promise me you'll fall in love again and raise a family with a she-cat who will be the love of your life. I'm sorry..." that was when Darkfur’s tears fell on Shimmermoss's face, and she had weakly wiped them away from his cheeks with her tail. Darkfur had just nodded. "I... I promise. Shimmermoss had then smiled, closed her eyes , and that had been it. Darkfur had wailed with pain and despair and grief, his heart shattering into a million pieces. He knew that although he had promised to, he might never find another cat like Shimmermoss.

Darkfur slowly came from his thoughts, not having realized his vision was blurry with tears. He quickly blinked them away before they fell, however, as Saplingpetal began to speak. His ears twitched in surprise at her words. "Look up... to me? he smiled in amusement. "A delinquent, eh? Sounds like he's got some rogue in him still... I'd like to meet him sometime. I could teach him a lot." he glanced at her at her next words, giving a dismissive flick of an ear. "Nah, it's alright. They're bullies . I wouldn't want to hang out with bullies , anyway." he gave her a smile. "Don't worry. I'll make sure he doesn't turn out that way." he glanced at her as she spoke again , and he nodded in agreement. "Oh , you're right about that. Well, except flying ." he said in an attempt at humour. His eyes widened as she nuzzled him , and his fur heated up a little. "Oh, uh, thanks..." he gave the top of her head a quick lick. He glanced at her with a hint of surprise in his amber gaze as she mentioned her distrust in StarClan , and he chuckled as she apologized. "It's alright , lass. I understand. Everyone has their own beliefs." he gazed at her with kindness and worry in his eyes. "I'm not going to tell you to shut up or anything. I love hearing you speak. You have a wonderful voice, I mean it, Saplingpetal ." he blinked sympathetically as he heard her story about her former mate's betrayal . "I'm so sorry, Saplingpetal. That must've been really tough. I... I actually lost the love of my life to death... it's a long story , but I know how it feels to get your heart broken." he smiled at her next words . "We shall. We have plenty of time to become friends. But, think. Aren't we friends already?" he awaited her answer with a smile.

[Sum]

Brilliance
[ Ahh, I'm so slow! I'm sorry. :c I guess you'll just have to expect me to take forever for a bit, ehe ]

"Hi there."
The purred greeting rattled itself into Oaktail's train of thought, his body instinctively tensing as he snapped out of his daze. Opening his green eyes fully, the tom turned his head in the direction of the voice and blinked when his eyes rested on the she-cat. Where did she come from? His tail gave a little flick, in a slightly irritated motion. "Oh, um, hello." He managed to quietly reply, still trying to pull himself completely out of the daze and straighten out his thoughts. That's what I get for lounging around the camp; someone will eventually want to talk, he thought, sighing inwardly. Now how to get rid of her? While she was asking him questions, he, half-listening, took the chance to glance her over. Gray tabby, rather lively. Oh, yes, he'd seen her before, chatting and gossiping with other cats. The kind of small-talking cat he usually took lengths to avoid. And now -- of course! -- here she was, asking him if he was looking for company. Well, you see, I'm rather sleep deprived at the moment, so no, I wasn't, thank you. In his mind, he saw himself get up and walk toward the welcoming forest after that. Such a nice fantasy, but, in reality, he knew he'd never do that. He wasn't intentionally rude-- unless it was called for, that is. He decided to take a more polite route.

The Bengal cat forced a pleasant chuckle. "It is a lovely day", he agreed, pushing himself up into a sitting position, his back still brushing the tree bark. "But it is nice to just sit back and enjoy it sometimes." Or to take a nap, he added silently, forcing down a yawn. His words sounded so lazy to him, it was disgusting. But he'd rather sound lazy than tell her his life problems. Especially her.

[Why Do We Hold?]

His ears still ringing with the calls of his name, Flintspirit flicked them as he heard Passionstar's voice once more. He looked at the ginger tomcat, admiring his regality. Flintspirit had always seen Passionstar as a strong and powerful cat, a cat perfect for leading Thunderclan.
He wasn’t sure if he could be the same way. Sure, he had a nice muscular structure, and a very thick dark pelt. He certainy wasn’t scrawny. But unlike Passionstar, he didn’t have a good control over his emotions.
As he was asked the question by his leader, Flintspirit nodded, turning so he was able to walk next to the leader.
His green eyes were swirling with different emotions, he didn’t know what to feel at the moment. He knew that he would be working paw in paw with Passionstar now, and that was his main fear. How could he help the ginger cat lead all of Thunderclan if he couldn’t even get close to him?



//@Brilliance Is it okay if sunshine appears at the Highpeak to talk to passionstar now?

[Fawnsong]

With a cheeky grin, Loon-nose tossed a glance to the she-cat who now lay beside him. His tail stroked against the dry terrain, seemingly like a broom as dust and dirt stuck to the dark strands. Loon-nose gave a mocking snort, before answering with a prompt; "Why would I be upset?". His voice was smooth, and certainly not lacking of its masculinity. It was a deep, rumbling-type voice, which heavily contradicted his friendly and bright personality. "It gives me more time to interact with the other members of the clan...And it also gives me more time to catch some dearly missed sleep." He gave a chuckle at his own words, carelessly shaking out his debris-filled plumage.

Cloverfeather purred, relishing in the sunlight, and the tom-cats deep, rumbling voice.

"That is true," she meowed, her soft voice reminiscent of a cool breeze ruffling their pelts. Like a breath of fresh air after a long day of scrounging in the thick underbrush, her voice was soft, and yet not unwelcome to any cat's ears.

Ears flicking with embarrassment, Cloverfeather meowed softly, "would you like to take a walk with me? It is a beautiful day, but too hot for my liking and the shade would not be unwelcome."

[Why Do We Hold?]

"So you don't recognize me. I'm not that surprised, its been so long since you and i talked Dawn. It's me, Blazeclaw." the handsome ginger tom said with a smile

Nutella Hello?

[Leucos]

Nutella Hello?
( sorry stuff popped up )

Dawnlight tilted her head at the name something inside of her clicked once it hit her ears ,not many called her by dawn as well only a very rare few . With a hum of curiosity and interest she decided to stay , just because she wanted to know who this tom was and how he knew her or claimed to , a tiny spark in her lifeless eyes could be seen as she sat down once more "not many call me that ,blazeclaw... And of course I don't remember you. If we knew each other then it was a strong possibility my parents separated us. " she meowed with a hint of suspicion in her tone . The Molly raised her right paw and gave it a few gingerly licks "mind filling in the blanks?" she asked with her eyes narrowed a bit , if blazeclaw knew her , then he would know what she has become, what her condition is , if he knew her then he would have been determined to find her . But he didn't .

[Madelaine]

~ Fuzzyfeline ~

Petalwing walked out of the warriors den, her only front leg moved as she walked. The molly stopped outside the den and plotted herself down away from the entrance. The last thing she needed was to accidentally have another warrior trip over her. She was a whole lot older than most cats, so she knew that young cats had no patience.

[Why Do We Hold?]

( sorry stuff popped up )

Dawnlight tilted her head at the name something inside of her clicked once it hit her ears ,not many called her by dawn as well only a very rare few . With a hum of curiosity and interest she decided to stay , just because she wanted to know who this tom was and how he knew her or claimed to , a tiny spark in her lifeless eyes could be seen as she sat down once more "not many call me that ,blazeclaw... And of course I don't remember you. If we knew each other then it was a strong possibility my parents separated us. " she meowed with a hint of suspicion in her tone . The Molly raised her right paw and gave it a few gingerly licks "mind filling in the blanks?" she asked with her eyes narrowed a bit , if blazeclaw knew her , then he would know what she has become, what her condition is , if he knew her then he would have been determined to find her . But he didn't .

"We were best friends since we were kits, but after our apprenticeship we started to grow apart until you didnt recognize me. When we were kits, we had a secret spot just behind the medicine den where there was a hidden cave. We would spend so much time there that our parents would scold us once we finally left. I remember that one time we tried to sleep there and we were found by my dad. He was going to punish us with the mouse bile on the elders, but I took the whole punishment so you didn't have to." Blazeclaw said, hoping it was going to jumpstart some part of her memory.

//Its all good!

[Brilliance]

Brilliance
[ Ahh, I'm so slow! I'm sorry. :c I guess you'll just have to expect me to take forever for a bit, ehe ]

"Hi there."
The purred greeting rattled itself into Oaktail's train of thought, his body instinctively tensing as he snapped out of his daze. Opening his green eyes fully, the tom turned his head in the direction of the voice and blinked when his eyes rested on the she-cat. Where did she come from? His tail gave a little flick, in a slightly irritated motion. "Oh, um, hello." He managed to quietly reply, still trying to pull himself completely out of the daze and straighten out his thoughts. That's what I get for lounging around the camp; someone will eventually want to talk, he thought, sighing inwardly. Now how to get rid of her? While she was asking him questions, he, half-listening, took the chance to glance her over. Gray tabby, rather lively. Oh, yes, he'd seen her before, chatting and gossiping with other cats. The kind of small-talking cat he usually took lengths to avoid. And now -- of course! -- here she was, asking him if he was looking for company. Well, you see, I'm rather sleep deprived at the moment, so no, I wasn't, thank you. In his mind, he saw himself get up and walk toward the welcoming forest after that. Such a nice fantasy, but, in reality, he knew he'd never do that. He wasn't intentionally rude-- unless it was called for, that is. He decided to take a more polite route.

The Bengal cat forced a pleasant chuckle. "It is a lovely day", he agreed, pushing himself up into a sitting position, his back still brushing the tree bark. "But it is nice to just sit back and enjoy it sometimes." Or to take a nap, he added silently, forcing down a yawn. His words sounded so lazy to him, it was disgusting. But he'd rather sound lazy than tell her his life problems. Especially her.

{ Haha, that's fine with me! No rush at all~ }

Saplingpetal was never great at reading other's emotions. She had an unrecognizable naivety whenever it came to others, so if her company had appeared irritated, it went over her head. It was kinda similar to when she had been a loner, and the first time she came across, she immediately developed unintended emotions...this was where she winded herself at, but she kept a smile on her face because the negativity was slapped away like a fly. She was actually grateful for the greeting, her own tail had swished in a welcoming manner. It was her first time seeing him, unless she had before but didn't choose to delve into the moment of picking out every little difference that each of her clan mates had. She made no reservations about getting into his personal space bubbled as she scurried to sit down and relax her own self. As he agreed that it was a lovely day, she hummed in a mellow manner. Talking with toms was a lot different than talking to mollies, she knew. Yet, she liked to believe that they were all nice. She tilted her head at him, rather humorously at his added comments. ''Why sit around and waste a day like this? I think it is rather pleasant to just seize it, you know.'' She chuckled, softly. ''Sitting around just sounds so boring and redundant. You should be living everyday to the fullest.'' It was pretty hypocritical of her since she usually spent her days sitting around and gossiping, given the chance. She was a chatty catty. Socialization was like a need for her, as most would need water and food for survival. Socialization was to her like photosynthesis was for plants. Then, there was the fact that transitioning to being a warrior wasn't quite an easy one. She preferred the comfort of the nursery den because that was what she was used to. She felt like a failure during any other part of being a clan cat, but like every other fault she carried, it was thrown out her mind because she focused on positive instead of the negative.

''Just earlier today, I tried hunting for a little bit, and I managed to find a squirrel, but it climbed up a tree!'' She huffed with a roll of her eyes. ''I would had gone after it, but I haven't sharpened my claws in-so-long, I didn't know what to do! I think that squirrel was rather taunting me, knowing I was hesitant about going after it.'' Saplingpetal was a terrible hunter. Despite being a loner in the past, she was an alley cat, who found scraps easier than live prey. ''A few sunrises ago, I was watching my son hunt - and, you know what? He's better than me! I'm thinking he's going to make an excellent thunderclan cat...I mean, his father is one anyway. I guess it's just in his genes.'' Saplingpetal shook her head amusingly. She never noticed whenever she was talking too much. All she had to do was say 'hello' and the next thing another witness is her going on and on about whatever. ''My paws have been killing me though. I feel like I've been walking on the back of numerous porcupines or something! Good grief! I believe my paw pads are cracked...'' She mumbled. She cured herself up, keeping her paws pressed to her, front paws elegantly under her. ''How's your day been so far, hm? I've been going off the fence, I've been rude to not ask you how're you feeling, good fella!'' She giggled lightly to herself.

[Freesia]

When a new voice disrupted his conversation with the medicine cat, it caused the leader's ears to flicker and a small smile to grace his face once he knew who it was. Passionstar purred, a shake of his head in amusement. He flicked his tail, ''Just formally getting to know the medicine cat herself.'' The tom spoke, exchanging a look from Flintspirit to Tallmarsh, and back again. It was a good thing that they were both in the same area because he's been meaning to introduce the both of them together, but with how Flintspirit's comment caused Tallmarsh to become quite, for lack of better words, snotty, he believed, Passionstar nudged the medicine cat with his tail. ''Ah, don't be so cross with your fellow clan mates. You don't want others thinking that you had some poison in your prey today.'' He snorted teasingly, but already came around to knowing just how snarky Tallmarsh could be. Anyone who didn't know her would come to offense, but Passionstar was starting to see her attitude as becoming rather endearing. Kinda humorous as well. ''Tallmarsh, I believe you haven't met Thunderclan's newest deputy, Flintspirit.'' Passionstar stepped between the both of them, eyeing them with a small smirk hidden. ''Flintspirit, this is the Tallmarsh, in case you didn't know. Now, that formalities are out the way.''

RedHead


RedHead

[Fuzzy]

~ Fuzzyfeline ~

Petalwing walked out of the warriors den, her only front leg moved as she walked. The molly stopped outside the den and plotted herself down away from the entrance. The last thing she needed was to accidentally have another warrior trip over her. She was a whole lot older than most cats, so she knew that young cats had no patience.

Thistleheart was laying not to far from the warriors den his spiky tabby fur freshly groomed and clean. The tom didn't get around much and preferred not being to close around his Clanmates. Some aren't that bad. He thought closings his green eyes, the sun filling his pelt. As if he'd summoned some cat a three legged molly made her way from the warriors den. Eyes now open the tom realized it was someone he knew, he didn't know her to well yet but she was a friend, or close to one. With a huff the tom prompted himself up and made his way over just to plop down beside her. "Resting in the sun again I see." He meowed his voice not caring much warmth. "Some cat might trip over you you know." He added rapping his tail over his paws.



Despite the harsh days, and her ever-changing feelings, Featherspeckle lived yet another day. She powered through, all emotions repressed like any other healthy warrior should be. After all, she wasn't getting any younger. Moping about did little. She thought spending much needed time with her sister would be the answer to all her questions. Family usually made everything better, correct? Part of Featherspeckle knew that her mood was crumbling the relationships she shared with others. At first she didn't notice it, but it still wasn't right. It was a shame that she was even still a warrior, and usually she contemplated about just simply retiring until the last of her days. Honestly though, even if Creampaw was just a little easy to distract, she still adored her current apprentice. So, she had to meet up with her because she knew she would be becoming a warrior soon. Featherspeckle wouldn't miss it for the world.

Albeit, the she cat kinda forgot about their meeting, which was bad on her part. She had been relaxing in a nice-high enough tree, allowing the sun to filter through the leaves and softly glow on her skin. Nowadays, she usually found herself sleeping in well secluded places. Probably to hide from wandering eyes. Then again, it had been slightly cold, but still it was nice. This was the weather she was coming to like. The coming winter was always so beautiful to her. Ironically, it made her a little warm in her heart. ''Creampaw!'' Featherspeckle's head shot up, her heart feeling like it was beating out her chest as she realized she forgotten that she needed to meet up with the apprentice.

Featherspeckle quickly found herself trying to climb down the tree, stumbling about as she almost fell instead of naturally landing on her paws like a normal cat should do. ''Oh starclan, oh starclan, oh starclan...'' She muttered, having to shake her pelt to rid the debris and try to quickly make herself presentable as she surveyed the clearing to try and locate her apprentice. Apparently, she wasn't that late...she hoped she wasn't. Her shoulders slumped, walking with her ears pinned down to her head as she approached Creampaw was a gentle nose to her ear. ''Hey, future warrior! Are you excited about your upcoming ceremony?'' Featherspeckle tried her best nowadays to be more cheery. It didn't always work in every situation, but sometimes it did. Genuinely, she was pretty ecstatic about Creampaw becoming an warrior.
{My apologies I have no reason why this is so late and short.}

Creampaw generally didn't mind waiting on her mentor it was something she'd gotten used to in the moons they'd trained together. The cream swirled molly honestly thought it was normal plus it was never that long. If anything she was running early. Looking up at the clouds the female wondered what it'd be like as a warrior. She'd be able to go hunting when ever she wanted and she'd be able to sit in on meeting for warriors. She knew she wasn't ready for an apprentice any time soon she needed more experience. That was obvious though she wasn't even a warrior yet. It would be pretty off if she got an apprentice so soon after becoming a warrior.
Catching another scent and voice the molly looked down just to catch Feathersoeckle asking how excited she was for her ceremony with a nose to her ear. Letting out a slight purr a smile grew over her muzzle. "Super excited!" She explained. "We'll get to go on patrols together as warriors not just mentor and apprentice. Though really both would probably be fun." She added he to see that the older molly seemed excited. Being greeted with future warrior had made her even more excited then she was. It made it all feel so real. Stepping back, her paws crossing over each other as she did, she faced her mentor yellowish eyes glowing. "What do you have planned for today?" Creampaw asked curious. Anything was fine she just wanted to know. Who wouldn't? If everything went right this would be her last training day. Last day as an apprentice. Who wouldn't be excited?



Ravenwing flinched ever so slightly when a voice suddenly spoke up behind her. It only took a heartbeat to recognise the voice as Honeyflower's, and the black she-cat promptly scolded herself for being so jumpy. She really should've been listening out instead of just staring aimlessly around the clearing, so it was her own fault, really.

"Afternoon, Honeyflower," she greeted, turning to face her friend with a smile. The sight of the other she-cat was enough to banish the last of her boredom - it'd been too long since they'd talked, and after looking forward to it for a while, knowing the time was here made Ravenwing just that little bit happier. "I was just going to go looking for you, actually. I was wondering if you wanted to go hunting, or even just for a walk?"

She hesitated, then added, "It's just that it's been quite a while since we actually just hung out. I know you're pretty busy, and I do understand that. I'm not trying to say anything you're doing is less important, believe me, but... it'd be nice to just talk for a while, you know?" Her pelt prickled uncomfortably after that, and she had to consciously remind herself to keep looking at Honeyflower and to not let her gaze drift down to the ground. She wasn't exactly used to speaking of her emotions, and while she was definitely getting better at it, it still left her feeling awkward and a little out of place.

{Eek sorry I'm late!}

Honeyflower flicked her ear as Ravenwing flinched. She hadn't ment to startle her friend, just give her a proper greeting. It had been so long since they last talked or hung out and she's only been part of the Clans about ten moons. So it wasn't like they could have missed each other over and over like this. At the greeting she smiled not wanting to keep the mood low. "Oh you were?" The ginger and white molly asked before she got the last part. " Sure! I'd love something to do, with you just makes it better. " She purred. Hanging with your best friend was always something to be happy about. Especially when your best friend had accepted you when you were an outsider.
Catching her last words she wasn't sure how to respond. Of course she understood not talking about emotions Honeyflower herself didn't feel comfortable letting that personal information out. It just didn't feel right. Brushing her tail over Ravenwing's side she blinked. "Ravenwing, you don't have to worry about asking me to hang out. Your my best friend for StarClan sake! Besides I don't have much to do since Leopardstrike was made a warrior." She explained catching herself before she called the night black molly Raven, instead of Ravenwing. With her rouge and kittypet roots she tended to try and shorten names. Maybe it was because she likes nicknames but she always tried not to because she didn't want to offend anyone. It was hard for the large molly to get used to this, she was better but she still likes to call her sister Maple instead of Mapledawn. Right now she wasn't going to bother with that, Honey wanted to hang with Ravenwing not ponder on names.

[RedHead]

((Finally getting around to replying to all of my rps. Idek if its my turn, but I'm going to reply anyways.))

Tallmarsh was still thinking about her past when a fluffy, dark-furred tom who she didn't recognize padded over, a stupid grin on his face. The dark tabby medicine cat turned to this tom as he addressed Passionstar. 'my favorite ginger'? That's so lame, she thought. Her first impression of this tom was that he was extremely dorky--he had a stupid, dorky smirk and his choice of words was annoying in her humble opinion. She had to assume this cat was either related to Passionstar or was the new deputy. She'd heard about the new deputy--what was his name, Flakesprout? Flightspring? Flintstrike?--but she'd never met him. When he addressed her, she turned her pained smirk into a glare. "How's this, then? she said in a monotone, almost snarky voice. She was too tired to deal with (what she felt were) snide comments. It had been quite some time since she actually enjoyed meeting someone new; she honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd had a pleasant conversation with a cat she had just met. Now, she wasn't a stranger to socializing. She had plenty of enjoyable interactions when she talked with Nightpaw or Palethunder, really the only two cats she was close to in this Clan. Being an definite introvert, Tallmarsh was already exhausted from her full day of conversing with different cats.
Brilliance




When a new voice disrupted his conversation with the medicine cat, it caused the leader's ears to flicker and a small smile to grace his face once he knew who it was. Passionstar purred, a shake of his head in amusement. He flicked his tail, ''Just formally getting to know the medicine cat herself.'' The tom spoke, exchanging a look from Flintspirit to Tallmarsh, and back again. It was a good thing that they were both in the same area because he's been meaning to introduce the both of them together, but with how Flintspirit's comment caused Tallmarsh to become quite, for lack of better words, snotty, he believed, Passionstar nudged the medicine cat with his tail. ''Ah, don't be so cross with your fellow clan mates. You don't want others thinking that you had some poison in your prey today.'' He snorted teasingly, but already came around to knowing just how snarky Tallmarsh could be. Anyone who didn't know her would come to offense, but Passionstar was starting to see her attitude as becoming rather endearing. Kinda humorous as well. ''Tallmarsh, I believe you haven't met Thunderclan's newest deputy, Flintspirit.'' Passionstar stepped between the both of them, eyeing them with a small smirk hidden. ''Flintspirit, this is the Tallmarsh, in case you didn't know. Now, that formalities are out the way.''

RedHead



As Flintspirit continued to study the other dark-furred cat in the group, recognition sparked in his brain. She was Nightpaw’s mentor. I remember that. His daughter had always spoke kindly of her former mentor, and now he could see why. The two seemed a lot alike, both with “snarky” attitudes and a certain dislike for his dorky “advances”, as Nightpaw liked to call them. As Tallmarsh’s wavering smirk turned to glare aimed at him, Flintspirit returned a playful glare, his eyes narrowing and a thinner smirk finding itself on his maw. Though his bright green eyes sparkled with amusement. “Ah, that is better. Much more convincing on the emotion you’re trying to convey.” He snickered, watching as Passionstar nudged the dark tabby with his fluffy orange tail.
At his leader’s words, Flintspirit’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous playfulness, very common for the deputy. “Yes, we don’t need our own medicine cat sick, now do we? And it’s also your job to treat your clanmates with respect and kindness and be caring.” His teasing purr was evident as it rumbled in his throat, his tail-tip flicking in amusement at himself. As Passionstar introduced the medicine cat, he nodded his head. “Oh The Tallmarsh, is it? Well, I actually have been acquainted with you before.” He have a wave of his tail towards the apprentice den, though his green eyes stayed focused on the she-cat in front of him. “You were the previous mentor of my dear daughter, Nightpaw. I remember that much.” He finished his sentence with a smirk, his eyes flicking over to Passionstar before focusing on Tallmarsh once again.

[RedHead]

Morningblood couldn't help but smile at his reaction to her invisible cat. "Too bad, he seemed nice," she said, pretending to wave goodbye to the air behind him. Morningblood rolled her eyes at his playful comment. It was almost flirtatious, which she didn't mind if it was about how great she was, but she preferred not to talk about other cats. "Well, that's wonderful for you," she stated saucily, "But I've been told that sitting with me is a very good thing." Morningblood left out the part that had only been by her best friends, not anyone else, during her apprenticeship cats had been afraid of her. She was the stereotypical popular girl.



Sunscorch let out a laugh as she waved to the “cat” behind him, already enjoying her smooth easygoing nature. It was much like his own, to say the least. Though at her next statement, he could begin to tell that she thought... highly of herself. That wasn’t a bad thing, he’d done so when he was an apprentice. But now he liked to believe he was changed, and that he was much more ignorant a gentleman than he used to be. “And I don’t doubt that sunshine.” He purred, easily morphing towards his flirtatious nature that always just buzzed beneath the surface. He was quite proud of the clever nickname he was able to come up with, he thought it fit well with Morningblood. “I suppose we’re both quite likable cats. Good for both of us.” He purred, sweeping his thin tabby tail around his paws, his electric blue eyes swimming with a flirtatious glint.

[Cosmo]

Sunscorch let out a laugh as she waved to the “cat” behind him, already enjoying her smooth easygoing nature. It was much like his own, to say the least. Though at her next statement, he could begin to tell that she thought... highly of herself. That wasn’t a bad thing, he’d done so when he was an apprentice. But now he liked to believe he was changed, and that he was much more ignorant a gentleman than he used to be. “And I don’t doubt that sunshine.” He purred, easily morphing towards his flirtatious nature that always just buzzed beneath the surface. He was quite proud of the clever nickname he was able to come up with, he thought it fit well with Morningblood. “I suppose we’re both quite likable cats. Good for both of us.” He purred, sweeping his thin tabby tail around his paws, his electric blue eyes swimming with a flirtatious glint.


Morningblood just raised an eyebrow while he spoke. "Sunshine? I don't think so," she said, "Mornings are rarely sunny." She sounded sassy, and sarcastic, but also something that would be hard to identify. Perhaps it was dislike, or coldness, or maybe a nicer feeling. She could hear the flirtatious nature in his tone, and it disgusted her. Morningblood thought highly of herself, but she wasn't a flirt. Flirts complemented other cats. She complemented herself. Actually, she could end up with one, they would agree on one thing, how great she was. "Yes, it is wonderful," she purred, flaunting her loveliness. Morningblood raised a paw to groom it, paying attention only to herself, but looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

[Leucos]

"We were best friends since we were kits, but after our apprenticeship we started to grow apart until you didnt recognize me. When we were kits, we had a secret spot just behind the medicine den where there was a hidden cave. We would spend so much time there that our parents would scold us once we finally left. I remember that one time we tried to sleep there and we were found by my dad. He was going to punish us with the mouse bile on the elders, but I took the whole punishment so you didn't have to." Blazeclaw said, hoping it was going to jumpstart some part of her memory.

//Its all good!
dawnlight blinked slowly as he spoke but soon enough a tiny smile showed on her maw at a little blur of a memory ,she saw two apprentices hiding behind the medicne den chatting away ,laughing , rough housing even ..where was that side of her now? Maybe that was her darling back then? As the memory smoothed out she could see it . guess he is telling the truth ... How could have I forgotten ?... Life...that's how. she thought with a bit of bitterness . Soon her gaze softened as her eyes showed a bit of spark in them "you do realize punishment doesn't mean much to me right? I could have took it I just won't give the reactions they were looking for ." she meowed with a tiny purr " my memory is a bit fuzzy but shall we make up for lost time? Just be glad that you have someone like me as a friend . You don't want me as an enemy . " she said with a bit of a threatening tone.

[Empress Of Evil]

[OPEN]

Stormstrike picked a small thrush from the fresh kill pile and then made his way to a quiet corner of the camp. The tom liked to spend time by himself sometimes. It gave him some time to relax and think about certain situations which had occurred recently. For example, at the gathering, it turned out that deputies from four of the clans had been demoted. These deputies had been from every clan except ThunderClan. Stormstrike couldn't refrain from frowning, finding it rather suspicious that four deputies had been demoted all in the same time frame. Had they been working together to do something? At the same time, the warrior couldn't help but feel relieved that Flintspirit was still deputy. Surely it meant that he was loyal if he hadn't been demoted with the rest of the deputies, right?
Suddenly, as the tom was munching on his food, he realized that he did want someone to have a discussion with. This was quite an interesting topic and something he wouldn't mind giving up peace and quiet for.

[Why Do We Hold?]

dawnlight blinked slowly as he spoke but soon enough a tiny smile showed on her maw at a little blur of a memory ,she saw two apprentices hiding behind the medicne den chatting away ,laughing , rough housing even ..where was that side of her now? Maybe that was her darling back then? As the memory smoothed out she could see it . guess he is telling the truth ... How could have I forgotten ?... Life...that's how. she thought with a bit of bitterness . Soon her gaze softened as her eyes showed a bit of spark in them "you do realize punishment doesn't mean much to me right? I could have took it I just won't give the reactions they were looking for ." she meowed with a tiny purr " my memory is a bit fuzzy but shall we make up for lost time? Just be glad that you have someone like me as a friend . You don't want me as an enemy . " she said with a bit of a threatening tone.

He laughed with a light purr. "Trust me, I know. Yeah, I'd like that though." he said, his blue eyes looking at her warmly, just bordering on lovingly, but he had hid his feelings for moons, he could keep hiding them like shutting off a faucet. Being back with Dawnlight gave him this warmth that he couldn't explain, and he wanted to spend as much time with her as he could without annoying her.
Yule

[Doom]

jingle pom
( sorry for the delayed response !! )

goosekit sat restlessly outside the medicine den. it was her “outside time”, but goosekit heavily disliked that term. she wasn't even allowed out of tallmarsh’s sight! (unless her mother was around). that's not outside time. the diluted torbie scuffed under her breath, annoyed, but there wasn't much she could do about it. so she sat there silently, digging her claws in and out of the dirt below. there were ants passing by, all lined up and organized to go who-knows-where. the under-sized she-kit crouched low to the ground in order to see them better, but when they began crawling over paws, goosekit squeaked in panic. she shook her paw vigorously in attempt to rid of the ants. once they were off for sure, goosekit sighed in relief and scanned the clearing, embarrassed. when her gaze landed on ibiskit, her ears perked and eyes lit up. “ibby! over here!” she called out, waving her tail. it’d been awhile since she’d spent time with her sister. in fact, she couldn't remember the last time they hung outside with the rest of her siblings. all that time in the medicine den really took her away from her family...

[graves]

needlecry ate another WHOLE ASS FLOWER.

[pomegranate]

jingle pom
( sorry for the delayed response !! )

goosekit sat restlessly outside the medicine den. it was her “outside time”, but goosekit heavily disliked that term. she wasn't even allowed out of tallmarsh’s sight! (unless her mother was around). that's not outside time. the diluted torbie scuffed under her breath, annoyed, but there wasn't much she could do about it. so she sat there silently, digging her claws in and out of the dirt below. there were ants passing by, all lined up and organized to go who-knows-where. the under-sized she-kit crouched low to the ground in order to see them better, but when they began crawling over paws, goosekit squeaked in panic. she shook her paw vigorously in attempt to rid of the ants. once they were off for sure, goosekit sighed in relief and scanned the clearing, embarrassed. when her gaze landed on ibiskit, her ears perked and eyes lit up. “ibby! over here!” she called out, waving her tail. it’d been awhile since she’d spent time with her sister. in fact, she couldn't remember the last time they hung outside with the rest of her siblings. all that time in the medicine den really took her away from her family...

Ibiskit looked up in surprise, her sweetened eyes widening with shock. Her sister, Goosekit, was outside. It was like seeing the sun in the middle of a hurricane, something out of place but was a completely normal object in an abnormal area. She had been solitarily patting a moss ball around, the musky scrap of lichen flattened and dusty. None of her siblings wanted to play as it was ‘too chilly’, and with Goosekit out of the nest it had seemed fairly lonely. Ibiskit wasn’t very social to begin with, but not having much interaction with her family was lacking. She was going to see if Passionstar was free- her dad always made time for her. She always felt so close to him, he was her role model. “Goosekit!” She squealed excitedly. Her sister hadn’t been around, once again, a rare occurrence. She ran over happily, her oversized paws causing her to stumble and trip on her way over, but the shekit was able to rebalance herself with ease. “How did you escape Tallmarsh?” She inquired, crouching down when she arrived at her sister. Her eyes narrowed in fake mockery, feigning suspicion. “Unless... you snuck out?” She purred, flicking her tail around in the air.

[bobtail]

{Eek sorry I'm late!}

Honeyflower flicked her ear as Ravenwing flinched. She hadn't ment to startle her friend, just give her a proper greeting. It had been so long since they last talked or hung out and she's only been part of the Clans about ten moons. So it wasn't like they could have missed each other over and over like this. At the greeting she smiled not wanting to keep the mood low. "Oh you were?" The ginger and white molly asked before she got the last part. " Sure! I'd love something to do, with you just makes it better. " She purred. Hanging with your best friend was always something to be happy about. Especially when your best friend had accepted you when you were an outsider.
Catching her last words she wasn't sure how to respond. Of course she understood not talking about emotions Honeyflower herself didn't feel comfortable letting that personal information out. It just didn't feel right. Brushing her tail over Ravenwing's side she blinked. "Ravenwing, you don't have to worry about asking me to hang out. Your my best friend for StarClan sake! Besides I don't have much to do since Leopardstrike was made a warrior." She explained catching herself before she called the night black molly Raven, instead of Ravenwing. With her rouge and kittypet roots she tended to try and shorten names. Maybe it was because she likes nicknames but she always tried not to because she didn't want to offend anyone. It was hard for the large molly to get used to this, she was better but she still likes to call her sister Maple instead of Mapledawn. Right now she wasn't going to bother with that, Honey wanted to hang with Ravenwing not ponder on names.

(Ah, it's fine! Sorry it took me a few days to respond back!)

Ravenwing couldn't help but smile, relieved, when she heard her friend's answer. She'd never truly expected the other molly to refuse, but it was still a weight off her shoulders knowing that the awkwardness was more or less over. She was about to speak up again, to suggest that they get going, but was cut off when Honeyflower kept talking. Normally, such a thing would annoy her, but A, this was her best friend, and B... well, what the other warrior was saying just made the black she-cat smile that little bit wider. It was a secret talent, Ravenwing would swear, that Honeyflower had - she always knew just what to say to make others feel better. Sure, some cats may have felt somewhat offended by the implication that their friend was only hanging out with them because they weren't busy with anything else, but Ravenwing knew Honeyflower too well to think anything of the sort. The ginger-and-white she-cat was too nice to mean something like that, even unintentionally.

"Thank you," Ravenwing meowed warmly, green eyes sparkling. I'm finally going to have my best friend back! She paused for a moment, musing briefly over the slight hitch in Honeyflower's speech when she'd said the black molly's name, and was able to connect the dots fairly quickly. She understood well enough; adjusting to Clan life must be hard, she knew, and she'd never let it be said that she wasn't willing to compromise. "Honey," she finished the thanks, then nodded towards the camp entrance. "Shall we get going, then?" she suggested, promptly slipping back into her usual proper dialect and manner now that her feelings were already out on the table.

[Doom]

Delta

goosekit shivered awake, teeth chattering. the medicine den was still dark...what time was it? why is she awake before dawn? it may have been the cold of lear-bare, but goosekit felt unnaturally cold...as if the cold was coming from inside her chest. something felt off. the small kitten attempted to sit up, but the world around her began to spin rapidly. no, no, no...she cant be getting worse again! she's supposed to be apprenticed soon! maybe she just needed warmth...yeah, warmth sounded good. “marshy?” goosekit slurred her nickname for tallmarsh – who was still asleep in the nest directly beside her. “m-marshy?” her shaking intensified as she tried to move closer to tallmarsh. her legs gave out on her with every step, leaving her all stretched out on her belly, paws reaching for tallmarsh. her claw-tips just barely managed to reach and tickle at tallmarsh's whiskers. “marshy-yyy-y…” goosekit whined again. suddenly she balled back up, trying to protect her underweight body from the harsh leaf-bare breezes.