RiverClan Territory

[Deerlie]

"I love you, Dragonspirit...", Cloverpounce purred, licking the warrior's cheek.
"I you to CloverPounce" he said. The tom saw a dark shadow in the reeds and quickly unsheathed his claws. "I'll right back" he whispered. He padded over and got pinned down by a small ginger cat. "I need your help" she said.
"What?"
"I left my clan andi need to join this one DragonSpirit." PineLarch said.
"How can I help you PineLarch. My clan will never take you in!" He snapped. "If I could, I would help you and the kits. . but I can't. I have another mate now. We broke the warrior code, I love CloverPounce now PineLarch." he said. He felt claws rake across his cheek and saw her nose to nose with him, eyes Blazing with anger "You said you loved me!" She hissed.
"I don't love you anymore!" He snapped. His eyes glowed like fire. He saw fear in the she's eyes. He was about to say sorry but then something came out. "Leave! We don't want as fox-heart around here to spy on us!" He hissed digging his claws I t other soil. He pushed her off and raked her side. She hissed in fury
. "I'll have my e, just like my mother did!"she Snarled. She gave him a swipe and a bite then ran off. He licked his fur clean and padded back over to his mate. " Sorry, it was a ShadowClan fox-heart

[Tundra]

coldheart

Goldenleaf dashed out of the tunnel and into the territory. "Where should we go?" She purred. "The river maybe?"

[coldheart]

whitescar followed up behind goldenleaf. " umm sure whatever you want". he ran up side by side with goldenleaf. she was quite a impressive cat so he was surprised she was actually been nice to him unlike the rest of the clan.

[Phoenix Flames]

"I you to CloverPounce" he said. The tom saw a dark shadow in the reeds and quickly unsheathed his claws. "I'll right back" he whispered. He padded over and got pinned down by a small ginger cat. "I need your help" she said.
"What?"
"I left my clan andi need to join this one DragonSpirit." PineLarch said.
"How can I help you PineLarch. My clan will never take you in!" He snapped. "If I could, I would help you and the kits. . but I can't. I have another mate now. We broke the warrior code, I love CloverPounce now PineLarch." he said. He felt claws rake across his cheek and saw her nose to nose with him, eyes Blazing with anger "You said you loved me!" She hissed.
"I don't love you anymore!" He snapped. His eyes glowed like fire. He saw fear in the she's eyes. He was about to say sorry but then something came out. "Leave! We don't want as fox-heart around here to spy on us!" He hissed digging his claws I t other soil. He pushed her off and raked her side. She hissed in fury
. "I'll have my e, just like my mother did!"she Snarled. She gave him a swipe and a bite then ran off. He licked his fur clean and padded back over to his mate. " Sorry, it was a ShadowClan fox-heart
Cloverpounce nodded. "What should we do now?", she asked. The light gray she-cat licked her paws and then drew them over her ears.

[oats]

@wolybro !!
Morning.
Dawn broke, and gossamer ribbons of light draped themselves across the dewy patches of grass in the small glen of willow trees. Although it was early- quite early at that, Honeycomb found themself restless near-immediately after waking up. What was a better way to burn off some energy, compared to a walk? The plump enby did not care for an answer; this would do. A delicate spring breeze stirred a few curls of their pelt, but they walked onwards, the thick scent of lavender clouding their senses.
It was.. pretty, they supposed, the way that the early morning light bathed the territory in a curtain of.. glory, perhaps. Was this what Starclan looked like? They didn't know in the slightest, but it was nice to think that this was what awaited them. Stopping for a moment, Honeycomb turned their head downwards, seeing a particularly nice-looking bunch of white blooms; they smelled alright, and the feline was sure that they could not hurt anyone. That would... defeat the point of what they were doing. Lightly nipping the base of the plant's stem, Honey severed the connection between the plant and its roots, picking it up gingerly. Was the she-cat they were looking for nearby? It didn't seem like it, and they sighed ever so lightly.
Wolfdancer. The name had a ring to it that Honeycomb just couldn't seem to hear enough of, the prefix connoting one of the things about their friend that they loved so: the wolf- strong, caring, and at times independent. Sighing again, the splotched white cat decided to keep moving further away from camp. Thinking about Wolfdancer was a thing better done alone, they guessed. Anyway. She was just. So beautiful, those thick tresses of brown fur looking more inviting than, say, even the call of the Stars themselves. Honeycomb didn't like to admit it, but they did take more pleasure from helping their best friend to groom herself than was considered very.. normal, but still. If they didn't live in Riverclan, (or were a tom, actually,) they would definitely ask her to.. be with them. "What a shame," they whispered, finally settling down in their spot. Honeycomb sat at the edge of a thin cluster of trees, the sun warming them. Love was a fickle thing, indeed.

[graves]

@wolybro !!
Morning.
Dawn broke, and gossamer ribbons of light draped themselves across the dewy patches of grass in the small glen of willow trees. Although it was early- quite early at that, Honeycomb found themself restless near-immediately after waking up. What was a better way to burn off some energy, compared to a walk? The plump enby did not care for an answer; this would do. A delicate spring breeze stirred a few curls of their pelt, but they walked onwards, the thick scent of lavender clouding their senses.
It was.. pretty, they supposed, the way that the early morning light bathed the territory in a curtain of.. glory, perhaps. Was this what Starclan looked like? They didn't know in the slightest, but it was nice to think that this was what awaited them. Stopping for a moment, Honeycomb turned their head downwards, seeing a particularly nice-looking bunch of white blooms; they smelled alright, and the feline was sure that they could not hurt anyone. That would... defeat the point of what they were doing. Lightly nipping the base of the plant's stem, Honey severed the connection between the plant and its roots, picking it up gingerly. Was the she-cat they were looking for nearby? It didn't seem like it, and they sighed ever so lightly.
Wolfdancer. The name had a ring to it that Honeycomb just couldn't seem to hear enough of, the prefix connoting one of the things about their friend that they loved so: the wolf- strong, caring, and at times independent. Sighing again, the splotched white cat decided to keep moving further away from camp. Thinking about Wolfdancer was a thing better done alone, they guessed. Anyway. She was just. So beautiful, those thick tresses of brown fur looking more inviting than, say, even the call of the Stars themselves. Honeycomb didn't like to admit it, but they did take more pleasure from helping their best friend to groom herself than was considered very.. normal, but still. If they didn't live in Riverclan, (or were a tom, actually,) they would definitely ask her to.. be with them. "What a shame," they whispered, finally settling down in their spot. Honeycomb sat at the edge of a thin cluster of trees, the sun warming them. Love was a fickle thing, indeed.
Tired. The large molly hadn't been able to get much sleep that night, golden eyes lidded from the exhaustion in her body. She physically felt tired but her head was ablaze with thoughts, spinning and running through her mind on what she would say to them. It was early dawn, the pink pastel sky reflected off of her thick grey tabby pelt as she walked under the trees, the sound of water running from a near by river. It was calming,despite how she felt on the inside. Smalls breaths she let out,creating a fog around her face as she kept her paws moving,wandering. She wanted to clear her head,even if that meant do it at early hours when no cat was awake and having no sleep the night prior. But she wanted to sort it out. Her mood had been saddened already,waking up with no warmth next to her that was oh so familiar.
Honeycomb.
The name felt so sweet, and she couldn't get enough of the cat who owned that identity. It felt foreign to wake up without the enby next to them,seeing as how they basically shared a nest at this point, Wolfdancer would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the presence of the other cat a little too much. Which is a main reason on why in the first place she wasn't able to sleep the night prior. She couldn't pin point when these feelings had flared up, but she knew it must've been awhile ago, seeing as whenever they were apart her heart ached a little, when their part of the nest was empty when she woke she felt lonely, or how she purred at even the thought of them - wait, was she purring now?
Her large ears twitched at the sound of a faint voice, and the intoxicating scent of flowers. How far out was she from camp? How long had she been walking? But she could identify that voice anywhere,it felt like music to her ears at times(all the time), and was frankly surprised to see the enby out so early,"Honeycomb?"

[Tundra]

Goldenleaf picked up her pace. "Bet you can't beat me!" She mewed before darting away. I wonder how fast he is!

[coldheart]

Whitescar purred then bounced off the ground and raced past goldenleaf running as fast as he could. He slowed down and turned around to wait for goldenleaf. " come on your going as slow as a badger". For one of the first times he mrrowed with laughter.

[Tundra]

Goldenleaf let out a purr of amusement. "As slow as a badger?" She echoed. "I'm faster than a badger! Watch, I'll show you!" Goldenleaf dug her claws into the ground and sprinted ahead. The wind flattened her fur. She saw the river up ahead. Yes! The river!

[coldheart]

Whitescar impressed by goldenleafs speed, he started a slow run to where he saw the she cat staring down. " The river's high today." He took a last look at the clear water and dived in the slow moving current.

[Tundra]

Goldenleaf dived in after him. She moved her paws and swam around, fighting the current. She found some solid ground and placed her paws down, stepping on a sharp rock. Goldenleaf opened her mouth to let out a yowl, but nothing came out, only air. Water filled her mouth and she closed it, but water had already begun to fill her lungs. She tried to swim but grew tired after a while. She let herself sink into the cold river.

[coldheart]

"goldenleaf" Whitescar yowled. he swam with all his might towards her immobilised body, he grabbed her by the scrap of the neck and swam as hard as he could towards the shoreline. He soon became tired but kept pushing. The two hit the shoreline, whitescar layed goldenleafs body across the beach. "hold in there, I'm going to get help, he sprinted as fast as he could in the direction of the camp.

[Tundra]

Goldenleaf layed there, limp, on the shore. Blood was oozing from her right paw, her vision began to blur and it was hard to breathe, every breath was a struggle. StarClan, please don't take me! She thought. I'm not ready to die!

[coldheart]

whitescar knew there was no time to get to camp, he ran until he found a spider's web wrapping the web around a leaf and clamping it in his mouth. he turned around to where the river and goldenleaf are. when he got to goldenleafs side he unwrapped the cob web and wrapped it around goldenleafs injured paw while saying "your going to be alright." He had a fear like never before, he might lose his only friend.

[Tundra]

Goldenleaf gasped for air. "W-Whitescar," She gasped. "Don't let St-StarClan take me! Please!" She was about to speak again, but she coughed up some water. "Don't let them take me!" She whispered weekly. "Please, don't let me die..."

[coldheart]

Whitescar replied soflty "your not going to die, just keep on coughing up water" A tear fell from his blind eye.

[Tundra]

Goldenleaf stared at him. "Don't cry, like you said; I'll live." She heaved herself to her paws. Hopefully! Goldenleaf staggered a bit and fell into the shallow end of the river. Ugg! What use am I if I can't even walk!

[coldheart]

whitescar quickly pulled goldenleaf from the river and laid her back on her side. "don't go moving so fast you need to rest, hold on." he ran into the bushes and a few moments later came back with a finch in his mouth. " Just rest until you think your ready to get back to camp." He gave goldenleaf a quick lick on the ear.

[Tundra]

Goldenleaf sighed and pushed the finch away. "I'm not hungry!" She meowed. Even though I haven't eaten for a day I'm still not hungry! She got to her paws again. She staggered a bit but quickly regained her balance. She took a few paw steps and staggered sideways, she crashed into a tree and fell. Her vision began to blur. A few moments later she closed her eyes,

[coldheart]

Whitescar meowed and ran over to the unconscious Goldenleaf "Ohh great starclan" he muttered. he picked up the she cats frail body and started the journey towards the riverclan camp.

[Tundra]

Goldenleaf layed on his back. She didn't argue with Whitescar, like she did with most cats. She just let out a sigh and flicked her tail.

[coldheart]

Whitescar was tired but the camp entrance was in view. he lowered himself so goldenleaf could slowly hop off. "you'll be alright." he reassured the she cat.

[Tundra]

Goldenleaf slid off of his back and hopped to her paws. "Alright." She padded forward and disappeared in the tunnel to the camp.

Switch to clearing now, and mention me please!)

[oats]

Tired. The large molly hadn't been able to get much sleep that night, golden eyes lidded from the exhaustion in her body. She physically felt tired but her head was ablaze with thoughts, spinning and running through her mind on what she would say to them. It was early dawn, the pink pastel sky reflected off of her thick grey tabby pelt as she walked under the trees, the sound of water running from a near by river. It was calming,despite how she felt on the inside. Smalls breaths she let out,creating a fog around her face as she kept her paws moving,wandering. She wanted to clear her head,even if that meant do it at early hours when no cat was awake and having no sleep the night prior. But she wanted to sort it out. Her mood had been saddened already,waking up with no warmth next to her that was oh so familiar.
Honeycomb.
The name felt so sweet, and she couldn't get enough of the cat who owned that identity. It felt foreign to wake up without the enby next to them,seeing as how they basically shared a nest at this point, Wolfdancer would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the presence of the other cat a little too much. Which is a main reason on why in the first place she wasn't able to sleep the night prior. She couldn't pin point when these feelings had flared up, but she knew it must've been awhile ago, seeing as whenever they were apart her heart ached a little, when their part of the nest was empty when she woke she felt lonely, or how she purred at even the thought of them - wait, was she purring now?
Her large ears twitched at the sound of a faint voice, and the intoxicating scent of flowers. How far out was she from camp? How long had she been walking? But she could identify that voice anywhere,it felt like music to her ears at times(all the time), and was frankly surprised to see the enby out so early,"Honeycomb?"
"O-oh!"
The very she-cat they had been waiting for, and she looked as flattering in the morning light as ever. Although Honeycomb was indeed still tucked out, they brought themself to their feet and gave Wolfdancer a nervous smile, crushing their previous train of thought with a hard (metaphorical) swipe. Yes, the April morning was somewhat breezy, but it felt more like Greenleaf than ever, with the heat that suddenly surged from their pelt. Tail whisking, the grass around them swishing to and fro, they looked away for a moment, but stuttered out a greeting: "G-good morning, 'Dancer. Surprise seeing you here, huh?"
They had dropped the flower they'd picked for the molly on the forest floor, having been startled by the first syllable of their name, but to quell the oncoming storm of overly.. affectionate thoughts. Deciding to play it cool, they dragged a few swipes of their tongue on their shoulder, turning away from Wolfdancer ever so slightly. It wasn't too hard to read her expressions, but she looked.. worried. Or anxious. The two emotions were essentially the same, but Honeycomb wouldn't ask. They were just a friend- nothing more, nothing less. Replaceable enough, right? Playing with their paws, they risked taking another look back at the well-built tabby, trying to look as neutral as possible but failing horribly.

[graves]

"O-oh!"
The very she-cat they had been waiting for, and she looked as flattering in the morning light as ever. Although Honeycomb was indeed still tucked out, they brought themself to their feet and gave Wolfdancer a nervous smile, crushing their previous train of thought with a hard (metaphorical) swipe. Yes, the April morning was somewhat breezy, but it felt more like Greenleaf than ever, with the heat that suddenly surged from their pelt. Tail whisking, the grass around them swishing to and fro, they looked away for a moment, but stuttered out a greeting: "G-good morning, 'Dancer. Surprise seeing you here, huh?"
They had dropped the flower they'd picked for the molly on the forest floor, having been startled by the first syllable of their name, but to quell the oncoming storm of overly.. affectionate thoughts. Deciding to play it cool, they dragged a few swipes of their tongue on their shoulder, turning away from Wolfdancer ever so slightly. It wasn't too hard to read her expressions, but she looked.. worried. Or anxious. The two emotions were essentially the same, but Honeycomb wouldn't ask. They were just a friend- nothing more, nothing less. Replaceable enough, right? Playing with their paws, they risked taking another look back at the well-built tabby, trying to look as neutral as possible but failing horribly.
She wasn't the smartest cat but she wasn't the dumbest,either. Her eyes glazed over the other,taking them in from their tone of voice to their body language and she deemed them as well, nervous. What were they nervous about? Usually when they were in each others presence,they were both as ease. Usually she could feel her own body relax under the other warriors gaze,but instead under their gaze her pelt was set aflame, rethinking over why she had come out here in the first place. Golden hues stared back at them warmly,despite what she was feeling. She didn't want them to know how nervous she was,how much she just wanted to run away and not say anything for the rest of her life and die alone. But there was one thing Wolfdancer honored ; and that was honesty. "Dancer? That's a new nickname." she gave a small chuckle,to lighten to mood a bit. Her eyes wondered from the enby-no matter how much she wanted to let her gaze stay there and just wander - did they know what they looked like? White pelt reflected the multicolored sky-their amber eyes shimmered in the morning light- okay, off track. She took a few paces forward,bending her head to pick up the flower they had dropped. "I think you dropped something?" her mew was slightly muffled by the stem of the brightly colored flower in her mouth. Great Starclan even being this close was nerve racking - her long tail swayed slightly. They must've been out here for awhile, as as she was closer all she could smell was the scent of flowers radiating off the warrior. She wished she could burry her nose in their fur and drown in the scent,but that would wait,they supposed.

[Starfall]

turtle
<3

The young molly skipped out into the Riverclan territory, her white fur seemed a little more bright than usual within the sunlight. She had decided to go hunting and asked her sibling, Angelpaw to go with her, she didn't really approve of going out into the territory alone. She had no mentor, not yet, and her mother was still sleeping and she didn't really want to bother her other sleeping siblings, angelpaw was the only one awake at the time. She padded forward so that her sibling could squeeze past the opening to the camp, her fur slightly ruffled from pushing her way through the enterance "Where do you want to go hunting? Should we try by the river?" she asked, her voice soft, unsure, she didn't really like making decisions, but her favorite flower field was nearby, and she really wanted to show her sibling. Foampaw skipped forward, her tail flicking as she did so, she had only been appart of Wolfdancers family for a short amount of time, and she really wanted to become closer with her adopted siblings. Foampaw just hoped that they felt the same way she did.

[lone]

@Airabelle (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=1738)

A handsome black tom made his way through the territory. After meeting Adderpaw, he could have used a serious break. It was definitely for some relaxation-- or training, but in Shadepaw's mind, they were the same thing. After all, training led to experience and experience led to being able to kill... what could be better? Yes, although the tom might appear handsome and have a way of speaking that was quite eloquent, and he sounded very intelligent, there was a darker side to him to. Shadepaw was definitely a killer-- he loved the thrill of it. Perhaps that was why he loved hunting so much. Oh sure, battle training was great... but it was all so soft. If he was going to train to fight, to win, he was going to need some kitten gloves off, sharp and spiked ones on, rough training. Really rough training. The type of thing that Shadepaw was looking fowards to. The tom flexed his claws, the sun hitting his pelt at the same time and absorbing all the heat from it momentarily... at least, it felt that way to Shadepaw. With such a thick pelt as his, and being as darkly colored as it was, even the coldest days were warm to him. He was always hot. Except in the evenings, which was when Shadepaw resided outside the shadier areas. Ironic, considering his name, but he wouldn't care about something like that. With a yawn, he continued onwards, the tip of his tail flicking upwards as he did so and his movements became more... silky, almost. They were flowing perfectly as he awaited his chance to strike. It was coming soon-- he could feel it. All he needed to do was wait, and Shadepaw was not an impatient cat.

[lilith]

turtle
<3

The young molly skipped out into the Riverclan territory, her white fur seemed a little more bright than usual within the sunlight. She had decided to go hunting and asked her sibling, Angelpaw to go with her, she didn't really approve of going out into the territory alone. She had no mentor, not yet, and her mother was still sleeping and she didn't really want to bother her other sleeping siblings, angelpaw was the only one awake at the time. She padded forward so that her sibling could squeeze past the opening to the camp, her fur slightly ruffled from pushing her way through the enterance "Where do you want to go hunting? Should we try by the river?" she asked, her voice soft, unsure, she didn't really like making decisions, but her favorite flower field was nearby, and she really wanted to show her sibling. Foampaw skipped forward, her tail flicking as she did so, she had only been appart of Wolfdancers family for a short amount of time, and she really wanted to become closer with her adopted siblings. Foampaw just hoped that they felt the same way she did.


The torbie maine coon mix molly followed after her sister her gaze wondering around the sites to see her eyes wide and bright as she calmly took the territorys scenes in with joy and pride. Nature was one of the few things she enjoyed seeing and wasn't afraid to admit that either. The bugs that rid hidden in the undergrowth of it all was what bothered her truly. Her ears perked as the other molly asked about the river to hunt. Weighing the choices in her head she tilt her head from side to side before nodding, " I don't see why we couldn't do that.... though we should at least try and be safe at the same time? I don't want either of us getting hurt because of our lack of knowledge of it all." She said softly as she turned her attention to the white molly her amber gaze was settled and warm she was glad she was given the chance to spend time with her sister. Though she was curious as to what they could possibly do there wasn't much they were aloud to do since of the lack of mentors. Sighing softly she shook her head before she continued her search for something unique or fun to look at.

[rascalcats]

A scruffy grey she-cat moved through the sparse undergrowth near the river, her searing amber eyes narrowed. She was practicing her stealth; being a good Warrior meant being able to sneak up on prey and enemies alike without being seen. And this time, her target was a fellow Apprentice, who seemed unaware that she was a few fox-lengths away. She recognized the young tom as Shadepaw; she shared the Apprenticr's Den with him, of course, and their nests weren't far apart. But she had never spoken to him for more than a few heartbeats.

A thorn snagged on the side of her pelt, and gritted her teeth as it dug into her flesh, but she remained silent. Eyes narrowing further still, she continued to move forward, picking up more thorns as she went.

Lonestar23

(OOC: You can have Shadepaw notice her, or she can pounce on him, your choice~)

[oats]

She wasn't the smartest cat but she wasn't the dumbest,either. Her eyes glazed over the other,taking them in from their tone of voice to their body language and she deemed them as well, nervous. What were they nervous about? Usually when they were in each others presence,they were both as ease. Usually she could feel her own body relax under the other warriors gaze,but instead under their gaze her pelt was set aflame, rethinking over why she had come out here in the first place. Golden hues stared back at them warmly,despite what she was feeling. She didn't want them to know how nervous she was,how much she just wanted to run away and not say anything for the rest of her life and die alone. But there was one thing Wolfdancer honored ; and that was honesty. "Dancer? That's a new nickname." she gave a small chuckle,to lighten to mood a bit. Her eyes wondered from the enby-no matter how much she wanted to let her gaze stay there and just wander - did they know what they looked like? White pelt reflected the multicolored sky-their amber eyes shimmered in the morning light- okay, off track. She took a few paces forward,bending her head to pick up the flower they had dropped. "I think you dropped something?" her mew was slightly muffled by the stem of the brightly colored flower in her mouth. Great Starclan even being this close was nerve racking - her long tail swayed slightly. They must've been out here for awhile, as as she was closer all she could smell was the scent of flowers radiating off the warrior. She wished she could burry her nose in their fur and drown in the scent,but that would wait,they supposed.

(sorry abt the length ;; just woke up❤ )
"Yeah, it is!"
Although they were certainly not the best conversationalist, Honeycomb prided themself on the fact that they could read Wolfdancer's intentions to some extent. If she wanted to lighten the mood, the mood would be lightened indeed. Letting a smile play upon their muzzle, the enby relaxed just a little; they had finally found something to settle them.

As soon as the molly uttered her next comment, they stopped fiddling about for a moment, feeling heat surge through their pelt; the molly was certainly not making it any easier to stifle romantically-oriented thoughts, and although the sentiment was sweet, Honeycomb found themself looking away, feigning overwhelmedness. "T-thank you," they purred, still not able to quash the warmth they felt in the pit of their stomach, the bright buzz of sunlight in their ears making her voice sound a lot.. smoother. Looking back at her, the pale yellow of the flowers setting her ochre eyes ablaze, the enby was not able to deny that they were very much smitten.
Tail whisking, Honeycomb took a few pawsteps towards her, heat radiating off of them. If they were a twoleg, they would probably be redder than a yew berry.

[graves]

(sorry abt the length ;; just woke up❤ )
"Yeah, it is!"
Although they were certainly not the best conversationalist, Honeycomb prided themself on the fact that they could read Wolfdancer's intentions to some extent. If she wanted to lighten the mood, the mood would be lightened indeed. Letting a smile play upon their muzzle, the enby relaxed just a little; they had finally found something to settle them.

As soon as the molly uttered her next comment, they stopped fiddling about for a moment, feeling heat surge through their pelt; the molly was certainly not making it any easier to stifle romantically-oriented thoughts, and although the sentiment was sweet, Honeycomb found themself looking away, feigning overwhelmedness. "T-thank you," they purred, still not able to quash the warmth they felt in the pit of their stomach, the bright buzz of sunlight in their ears making her voice sound a lot.. smoother. Looking back at her, the pale yellow of the flowers setting her ochre eyes ablaze, the enby was not able to deny that they were very much smitten.
Tail whisking, Honeycomb took a few pawsteps towards her, heat radiating off of them. If they were a twoleg, they would probably be redder than a yew berry.
Having them closer to her face was, quiet intoxicating to say the least. Golden hues glazed over their features, the speckles of ginger fur on their face, their amber eyes - which had speckles of other colors which she now noticed. It only made her love their eyes even more. She probably looked dumb right now ; a small smile on her face. As the other padded closer to her she decided to lean up a bit more,seeing she was taller then the other, and tuck the yellow flower behind the warriors ear. She paced back, looking at her handiwork and smiled. Even if it was the smallest touch,it had set her pelt ablaze in temperature. She was so close to them,that even the simplest touches made her mind dizzy. She smiled a bit more,"See, now you won't drop it again, and I think I like seeing you in flowers. It suits you." he purred,though her eyes weren't on the flower,but on them, as that what was truly the most beautiful thing in front of her. No flowers could top that. She had remembered why she came out here in the first place,and that was to figure out what to freaking say to the other warrior,but they were right infront of her. I've always been better at winging things. She cleared her throat a bit. Any confidence she usually had was out the window,seeing how now she avoided their gaze and focused more on the ground, her ears pinned to her head. Her body felt like it was on fire, both emotionally and physically, the ever growing temperature with her thick fur, it almost made her want to pant, but then it would be obvious. She looked up at them,eyes warm and sincere,"Can we..talk? It's nothing b-bad I promise !" her voice quivered slightly, not in the smooth tone of familiar confidence, but laced with nervousness and unease.

[oats]

Having them closer to her face was, quiet intoxicating to say the least. Golden hues glazed over their features, the speckles of ginger fur on their face, their amber eyes - which had speckles of other colors which she now noticed. It only made her love their eyes even more. She probably looked dumb right now ; a small smile on her face. As the other padded closer to her she decided to lean up a bit more,seeing she was taller then the other, and tuck the yellow flower behind the warriors ear. She paced back, looking at her handiwork and smiled. Even if it was the smallest touch,it had set her pelt ablaze in temperature. She was so close to them,that even the simplest touches made her mind dizzy. She smiled a bit more,"See, now you won't drop it again, and I think I like seeing you in flowers. It suits you." he purred,though her eyes weren't on the flower,but on them, as that what was truly the most beautiful thing in front of her. No flowers could top that. She had remembered why she came out here in the first place,and that was to figure out what to freaking say to the other warrior,but they were right infront of her. I've always been better at winging things. She cleared her throat a bit. Any confidence she usually had was out the window,seeing how now she avoided their gaze and focused more on the ground, her ears pinned to her head. Her body felt like it was on fire, both emotionally and physically, the ever growing temperature with her thick fur, it almost made her want to pant, but then it would be obvious. She looked up at them,eyes warm and sincere,"Can we..talk? It's nothing b-bad I promise !" her voice quivered slightly, not in the smooth tone of familiar confidence, but laced with nervousness and unease.
As they felt the flower being delicately placed behind their ear, Honeycomb beamed rather widely, not quite able to keep their emotions in check. Sure, it was just a flower, a symbol of friendship. (Or was it? They were finding it hard to tell.) Still, the fluffy ginger feline closed their eyes deeply, attempting to show gratitude nonverbally- if they spoke, they would probably be a stuttering mess.
The closeness between them brought a strange sort of tingle to every nerve they knew of, and her purrs brought their own rumbling to a higher pitch; enthusiasm wasn’t a hard thing to get from Honeycomb, and they silently cursed the Stars above for inflicting such a crush on them. They were a warrior, damnit! Not some apprentice who found themself head-over-paws for one of their best friends.
But they simply couldn’t deny their feelings, and—
Oh, she had to talk to them? Good thing they saw her, then... Her words reassured them, and they found that they had no fear for what she was about to say.
“You know you can say anything to me,” they smiled, feeling a little more at ease. She had even thought to reassure them, how kind! Waiting for a response, they looked back into her eyes, strangely still.

[graves]

As they felt the flower being delicately placed behind their ear, Honeycomb beamed rather widely, not quite able to keep their emotions in check. Sure, it was just a flower, a symbol of friendship. (Or was it? They were finding it hard to tell.) Still, the fluffy ginger feline closed their eyes deeply, attempting to show gratitude nonverbally- if they spoke, they would probably be a stuttering mess.
The closeness between them brought a strange sort of tingle to every nerve they knew of, and her purrs brought their own rumbling to a higher pitch; enthusiasm wasn’t a hard thing to get from Honeycomb, and they silently cursed the Stars above for inflicting such a crush on them. They were a warrior, damnit! Not some apprentice who found themself head-over-paws for one of their best friends.
But they simply couldn’t deny their feelings, and—
Oh, she had to talk to them? Good thing they saw her, then... Her words reassured them, and they found that they had no fear for what she was about to say.
“You know you can say anything to me,” they smiled, feeling a little more at ease. She had even thought to reassure them, how kind! Waiting for a response, they looked back into her eyes, strangely still.
Their smile put her more at ease. Do they know what their smile did to them? She'd do anything to be able to see that smile forever. At the sight of their smile her purr grew only louder expectantly, but she didn't care at this point. She had feelings for this cat and would own them. Her gazed flickered again,avoiding eye contact. "Well this isn't a-anything,you know? I don't know why I'm so nervous, you're Honeycomb of all cats, somebody I trust deeply and I shouldn't be afraid to tell you things. But I'm just scared-" I'm scared to love you. She knew she was rambling, stalling. Her voice quivered, small. She had never felt more powerless over her own emotions, seeing as she kept them organized quiet well. But when it came to the cat infront of her,everything was a mess. Her thoughts, all she could think about was their smile,their eyes,their scent,how she liked sharing a nest with them, their bodies pressed together like puzzle pieces- and so much more. Everything felt out of her control and she was scared because of it. She wasn't used to not having control over herself. She realized she had paused. "I-I.." Why couldn't she say it? She was known for being blunt, and bold with her feelings. And right now wouldn't be an exception. She gazed back at them,eyes sure of what she was going to say,"I have romantic feelings for you." But that was short lived confidence- seeing as after she had confessed she mumbled 'Im sorry if you don't feel the same' or 'I get it if you hate me' and just more sorrys. She didn't want the other to feel uncomfortable.
I love you.

[oats]

Their smile put her more at ease. Do they know what their smile did to them? She'd do anything to be able to see that smile forever. At the sight of their smile her purr grew only louder expectantly, but she didn't care at this point. She had feelings for this cat and would own them. Her gazed flickered again,avoiding eye contact. "Well this isn't a-anything,you know? I don't know why I'm so nervous, you're Honeycomb of all cats, somebody I trust deeply and I shouldn't be afraid to tell you things. But I'm just scared-" I'm scared to love you. She knew she was rambling, stalling. Her voice quivered, small. She had never felt more powerless over her own emotions, seeing as she kept them organized quiet well. But when it came to the cat infront of her,everything was a mess. Her thoughts, all she could think about was their smile,their eyes,their scent,how she liked sharing a nest with them, their bodies pressed together like puzzle pieces- and so much more. Everything felt out of her control and she was scared because of it. She wasn't used to not having control over herself. She realized she had paused. "I-I.." Why couldn't she say it? She was known for being blunt, and bold with her feelings. And right now wouldn't be an exception. She gazed back at them,eyes sure of what she was going to say,"I have romantic feelings for you." But that was short lived confidence- seeing as after she had confessed she mumbled 'Im sorry if you don't feel the same' or 'I get it if you hate me' and just more sorrys. She didn't want the other to feel uncomfortable.
I love you.
The smile on their face dropped unto the forest floor like a mask, and suddenly, Honeycomb stepped away.
"Y-you.."
They were taken aback, even shocked by the revelation. The truth splattered onto their back like rain, and they longed to do a lot of things, to purr and groom her fur and tell her they felt the same, but also to run as far, far away as they possibly could. Yes, they did truly feel love for Wolfdancer as well, but this.. this was wrong. Was it? Honeycomb didn't know, but they simply had felt as if their feelings were inconsequential, that they could be buried in the same way their rage at their father and his lover was moons ago.
Shaking, the enby tore their eyes from her, utterly at war with themself. Would they really forsake their mother's teachings? Minnowgaze was the one who was there for them, even before Wolfdancer even met them. She would be disappointed - both their siblings had taken on good, well-respected tomcats as their mates. The fact that Honeycomb was not cisgender was enough, in the molly's eyes, their lesbianism would be the last straw.
"I.. I can't." It hurt to draw breath, when they knew what effect their words would have, but Honeycomb said them anyway.
"I can't love someone like you."

[graves]

The smile on their face dropped unto the forest floor like a mask, and suddenly, Honeycomb stepped away.
"Y-you.."
They were taken aback, even shocked by the revelation. The truth splattered onto their back like rain, and they longed to do a lot of things, to purr and groom her fur and tell her they felt the same, but also to run as far, far away as they possibly could. Yes, they did truly feel love for Wolfdancer as well, but this.. this was wrong. Was it? Honeycomb didn't know, but they simply had felt as if their feelings were inconsequential, that they could be buried in the same way their rage at their father and his lover was moons ago.
Shaking, the enby tore their eyes from her, utterly at war with themself. Would they really forsake their mother's teachings? Minnowgaze was the one who was there for them, even before Wolfdancer even met them. She would be disappointed - both their siblings had taken on good, well-respected tomcats as their mates. The fact that Honeycomb was not cisgender was enough, in the molly's eyes, their lesbianism would be the last straw.
"I.. I can't." It hurt to draw breath, when they knew what effect their words would have, but Honeycomb said them anyway.
"I can't love someone like you."
It wasn't like she was expecting a definite yes,she was never one to expect happiness. A lot has happened to her in her life, she had been hurt multiple times to count but she had always been strong. She had always tried to be there, and put her best efforts in. She tried to speak with confidence even if she didn't have any, she always tried to better the lives around her. She tried to do what she could to be happy,even if she didn't feel like it at all. To just give up. She was strong,both physically and mentally.
But this made her crumble.
"Love someone like..me?" her voice was quiet as it had ever been. It sounded hurt,small. Vulnerable. Eyes staring back at them,but they looked away. She tried searching in their eyes,grasping for any sign that this wasn't truth. That there was a shred, even if just a sliver, of hope that they would accept her. She was trying to be strong, she was trying to keep the pieces together. But the wall had just tumbled down. Thoughts of insecurity zipped through her mind. Was she not good enough? Had she done something wrong? Did she miss something? What have I done. Despite her size she felt utterly small,she just wanted to run away. She wanted to take the words back so bad.Not for her sake,but so she could take back the words Honeycomb was probably disgusted by. She felt nothing but regret at this point,degrading herself internally right infront of them. She felt like she was nothing. "Have I-" her voice cracked, she paused in shame,"done anything wrong?" She felt there was something she was missing, a piece of the puzzle why the other didn't return their affections.
I'm scared to love you.
I'm scared of you.

[oats]

It wasn't like she was expecting a definite yes,she was never one to expect happiness. A lot has happened to her in her life, she had been hurt multiple times to count but she had always been strong. She had always tried to be there, and put her best efforts in. She tried to speak with confidence even if she didn't have any, she always tried to better the lives around her. She tried to do what she could to be happy,even if she didn't feel like it at all. To just give up. She was strong,both physically and mentally.
But this made her crumble.
"Love someone like..me?" her voice was quiet as it had ever been. It sounded hurt,small. Vulnerable. Eyes staring back at them,but they looked away. She tried searching in their eyes,grasping for any sign that this wasn't truth. That there was a shred, even if just a sliver, of hope that they would accept her. She was trying to be strong, she was trying to keep the pieces together. But the wall had just tumbled down. Thoughts of insecurity zipped through her mind. Was she not good enough? Had she done something wrong? Did she miss something? What have I done. Despite her size she felt utterly small,she just wanted to run away. She wanted to take the words back so bad.Not for her sake,but so she could take back the words Honeycomb was probably disgusted by. She felt nothing but regret at this point,degrading herself internally right infront of them. She felt like she was nothing. "Have I-" her voice cracked, she paused in shame,"done anything wrong?" She felt there was something she was missing, a piece of the puzzle why the other didn't return their affections.
I'm scared to love you.
I'm scared of you.
Honeycomb cowered, too afraid to face the sound of her voice; so afraid, so very afraid. They hated this, and they hated what they had done to her, but at least… Wolfsong deserved better. The enby was pathetic, too weak to stand up for what they believed in, to weak to admit that they really did love her, for all her flaws. Crying out, they murmured, “No, Wolfsong. Y-you haven’t done anything. Anything w-wrong, I just-” They chanced taking yet another look at her, desperately trying to erase the damage they had just done. It was clear that their words had struck a chord deep in her heart, completely tearing it apart, and.. They felt disgusted.
Not by her, though, but their atrocious actions; what was so wrong? Everything. They were a coward, pathetic, foxhearted. Everything Furzetuft, their father was, and more. No wonder their mother resented them, they were disgusting, unlovable. What the molly saw in them was impossible to identify, and they half-choked, “You d-deserve better. I can only h-h-hurt you, and h-honest-” They stopped, shaking their head sharply. Air felt like water in their lungs, they were choking, guttering, drowning, and yet-
“Honestly, W-Wolfdancer,” Honeycomb whispered, “I-I’m better off alone. I thought you got that from what Minnowgaze tried to tell me all those moons ago.”

[graves]

Honeycomb cowered, too afraid to face the sound of her voice; so afraid, so very afraid. They hated this, and they hated what they had done to her, but at least… Wolfsong deserved better. The enby was pathetic, too weak to stand up for what they believed in, to weak to admit that they really did love her, for all her flaws. Crying out, they murmured, “No, Wolfsong. Y-you haven’t done anything. Anything w-wrong, I just-” They chanced taking yet another look at her, desperately trying to erase the damage they had just done. It was clear that their words had struck a chord deep in her heart, completely tearing it apart, and.. They felt disgusted.
Not by her, though, but their atrocious actions; what was so wrong? Everything. They were a coward, pathetic, foxhearted. Everything Furzetuft, their father was, and more. No wonder their mother resented them, they were disgusting, unlovable. What the molly saw in them was impossible to identify, and they half-choked, “You d-deserve better. I can only h-h-hurt you, and h-honest-” They stopped, shaking their head sharply. Air felt like water in their lungs, they were choking, guttering, drowning, and yet-
“Honestly, W-Wolfdancer,” Honeycomb whispered, “I-I’m better off alone. I thought you got that from what Minnowgaze tried to tell me all those moons ago.”
That was their reason? Their mother? Wolfdancer was no stranger to love, she had many kits and loved them all fiercely. She would give her life up for any of them, and she felt the same way when it came to Honeycomb. But the difference was; her heart fluttered at the sound of their voice,whenever they were near. She was selfish for their attention, loving the validation to know that possibly, just possibly, thing might move forward in heir friendship. But it seems not. She had read them wrong, it was only in her head. While she had pure heartfelt feelings- Honeycomb felt nothing. All though seasons of pinning and pinning, and it was completely one sided. Her eyes went into slits at the mention of their mother. She had always disliked the molly, for her strict beliefs, and disagreed with them. Which is why even how close Honey was to her, she made it clear she does not want to interact with her mother, not being cis and openly pansexual. But at the mention of their mother, it only made her skin boil. She glared golden daggers into their amber eyes,tail flicking,"If you let cats influence your happiness you'll never be happy." she avoided their gaze now, looking to her side. She felt hurt. Their words cut deep,something that was beyond reparable. 'I can't love someone like you.' her eyes looked like glass. Covered in a layer of water now though she was determined to let nothing fall. Wolfdancer was never one to cry, infect no one had ever seen her cry or ever be seriously sad. So this...this was something. She wanted to beg, to just beg to the other cat and yowl how much she meant to them, that they could work something out, but her maw was held shut. Her breathing was ragged, as if trying not to have a breakdown. "I'm sorry-" another crack in their voice. It quierverd ,the break of tears,"I should have never said anything. I shouldn't have brought it up." her mew was quiet..and just..scared. Scared of them. "I'm sorry for loving you more then you did me." I just wanted to love you.

[oats]

That was their reason? Their mother? Wolfdancer was no stranger to love, she had many kits and loved them all fiercely. She would give her life up for any of them, and she felt the same way when it came to Honeycomb. But the difference was; her heart fluttered at the sound of their voice,whenever they were near. She was selfish for their attention, loving the validation to know that possibly, just possibly, thing might move forward in heir friendship. But it seems not. She had read them wrong, it was only in her head. While she had pure heartfelt feelings- Honeycomb felt nothing. All though seasons of pinning and pinning, and it was completely one sided. Her eyes went into slits at the mention of their mother. She had always disliked the molly, for her strict beliefs, and disagreed with them. Which is why even how close Honey was to her, she made it clear she does not want to interact with her mother, not being cis and openly pansexual. But at the mention of their mother, it only made her skin boil. She glared golden daggers into their amber eyes,tail flicking,"If you let cats influence your happiness you'll never be happy." she avoided their gaze now, looking to her side. She felt hurt. Their words cut deep,something that was beyond reparable. 'I can't love someone like you.' her eyes looked like glass. Covered in a layer of water now though she was determined to let nothing fall. Wolfdancer was never one to cry, infect no one had ever seen her cry or ever be seriously sad. So this...this was something. She wanted to beg, to just beg to the other cat and yowl how much she meant to them, that they could work something out, but her maw was held shut. Her breathing was ragged, as if trying not to have a breakdown. "I'm sorry-" another crack in their voice. It quierverd ,the break of tears,"I should have never said anything. I shouldn't have brought it up." her mew was quiet..and just..scared. Scared of them. "I'm sorry for loving you more then you did me." I just wanted to love you.
Honeycomb wasn't deserving of her love. Not by a long shot. Ragged breaths tore themselves from their throat, as they trembled like a leaf in a storm. Their heart was hammering, regret roaring in their veins like the crash and slap of a wave. They always.. craved her company, to hear her laugh, to see her smile; the way she carried herself and talked brought sweetness to their thoughts, but never would they ever consider that it would come to this.
Yes, something was wrong. They were. Her kits didn't deserve to deal with this. Her friends didn't deserve to deal with this. She didn't deserve to deal with this, and if anyone was to blame, it was Honeycomb.
They tasted copper in their mouth, their claws gripping the meadow floor, shaking the flower out from behind their ear, attempting to steady themself, to stay their racing thoughts. Trying to speak out against the piercing sharpness of her russet gaze, they stuttered out a near-pleading reply:
"I-I know, but. My m-mother.. she's so alone, Wolfdancer , so so alone. Everyone's left her. I don't want to be another cat that d-deserted her; I know what she's done to me but you just don't. Leave someone like that."
As she spoke again, a shuddering breath brought itself from the ginger-patched enby, and their vision swam. They knew it was their fault, that they ruined everything, but being in exactly this position brought them back to their apprenticeship, and they utterly hated this.
"I-I do love you," Honeycomb sniffed, on the verge of tears. "I do."

[graves]

Honeycomb wasn't deserving of her love. Not by a long shot. Ragged breaths tore themselves from their throat, as they trembled like a leaf in a storm. Their heart was hammering, regret roaring in their veins like the crash and slap of a wave. They always.. craved her company, to hear her laugh, to see her smile; the way she carried herself and talked brought sweetness to their thoughts, but never would they ever consider that it would come to this.
Yes, something was wrong. They were. Her kits didn't deserve to deal with this. Her friends didn't deserve to deal with this. She didn't deserve to deal with this, and if anyone was to blame, it was Honeycomb.
They tasted copper in their mouth, their claws gripping the meadow floor, shaking the flower out from behind their ear, attempting to steady themself, to stay their racing thoughts. Trying to speak out against the piercing sharpness of her russet gaze, they stuttered out a near-pleading reply:
"I-I know, but. My m-mother.. she's so alone, Wolfdancer , so so alone. Everyone's left her. I don't want to be another cat that d-deserted her; I know what she's done to me but you just don't. Leave someone like that."
As she spoke again, a shuddering breath brought itself from the ginger-patched enby, and their vision swam. They knew it was their fault, that they ruined everything, but being in exactly this position brought them back to their apprenticeship, and they utterly hated this.
"I-I do love you," Honeycomb sniffed, on the verge of tears. "I do."
She refused to look at them. She didn't want to give them the chance to look at her eyes, to let them see that she was border line crying. Though she looked at them at the mention at their mother again. "I would know because everyone I've cared about has either left me or hurt me." she said her words through her teeth bitterly. It felt she could never win- it seemed that asoon she put her trust into something it was taken away from her,even if she was so close. She felt Honeycomb was so close, but so far away. Her whole body softened when she heard those words. She scooted closer, though not to close,to leave them some space. Her eyes were soft,focusing on them. "Then let me love you." her mew was a quiet sob, sincere. She wanted to love them, she wanted to know that Honeycomb was open to return her feelings openly. "I don't want you to be ashamed of me." those words were a hint to her insecurity. Even if they wouldn't return her feelings because of their mother, she would most likely still blame herself. That she wasn't good enough, that she could've treated them better, that there was something she could have done. She felt worthless, like she wasn't good enough, that Honeycomb would probably avoid even walk next to if their mother was around. She felt they were ashamed of them. I just want to be good enough for you.

[Rivergold]

snowdrop
Riverstrike lay at the edge of the clearing, the aging warrior a mishmash of browns, blacks, and now more grays than she liked.

[Fallpotato]

snowdrop
Riverstrike lay at the edge of the clearing, the aging warrior a mishmash of browns, blacks, and now more grays than she liked.
Mistkit bounced over to the elder "hello!" he smiled and sat down

[Rivergold]

Mistkit bounced over to the elder "hello!" he smiled and sat down(...technically she's not an elder yet. She's almost there though, and is too stubborn to move to the elders den.)
Riverstrike looked down at the kit and huffed, there were always too many of them wandering around, annoying cats. "What do you want?"

[Fallpotato]

(...technically she's not an elder yet. She's almost there though, and is too stubborn to move to the elders den.)
Riverstrike looked down at the kit and huffed, there were always too many of them wandering around, annoying cats. "What do you want?"
okie(
He said "I just wanted to hear stories or something."

[Rivergold]

okie(
He said "I just wanted to hear stories or something.""I'm not an elder." yet.

[Fallpotato]

"I'm not an elder." yet.
He shrugged, "so?"

[Rivergold]

He shrugged, "so?"She lay her head down again. "And I don't tell 'stories'."

[Fallpotato]

She lay her head down again. "And I don't tell 'stories'."
He said "why dont you?"

[Rivergold]

He said "why dont you?""Because," she said, opening a yellow eye to stare at the kit, "I don't want to."

[Fallpotato]

"Because," she said, opening a yellow eye to stare at the kit, "I don't want to."
He frowned, "do you wanna play?"

[Rivergold]

He frowned, "do you wanna play?" Her eye closed, and she lay motionless. Except for her tail, which was creeping up on the kit from behind.

[Fallpotato]

Her eye closed, and she lay motionless. Except for her tail, which was creeping up on the kit from behind.
He tilted his head, "is that a no?"

[Fallpotato]

Her tail swung forward to knock the kit off his feet.
He rolled over and laughed, "yay!" He pounced around and started chasing her tail around. (he has no mother so could he see her as a grand mother like figure? XD)

[Rivergold]

He rolled over and laughed, "yay!" He pounced around and started chasing her tail around. (he has no mother so could he see her as a grand mother like figure? XD)...fine)
She sat up and gently swatted a paw at him

[Fallpotato]

...fine)
She sat up and gently swatted a paw at him
He barely dodged and kept pouncing on her tail

[Rivergold]

He barely dodged and kept pouncing on her tail She flicked her tail out of the way.

[Fallpotato]

She flicked her tail out of the way.
He looked back at her and smiled

[Rivergold]

He looked back at her and smiled She frowned and humphed back, flicking him in the back of the head with the end of her tail.

[Fallpotato]

She frowned and humphed back, flicking him in the back of the head with the end of her tail.
He said "hey! what was that for?"

[Rivergold]

He said "hey! what was that for?""Never take your eyes from your enemy."

[Fallpotato]

"Never take your eyes from your enemy."
He laughed and said "ok."

[Rivergold]

He laughed and said "ok." She swunfg her tail again to knock the kitt off his paws.

[Fallpotato]

She swunfg her tail again to knock the kitt off his paws.
He growled and jumped on her biting her scruff gently

[Rivergold]

He growled and jumped on her biting her scruff gently she shook her head, dislodging (Mistkit, was it?) easily.

[Fallpotato]

she shook her head, dislodging (Mistkit, was it?) easily.
si)
He turned his tail and landed before coming back to her and biting her tail gently

[Rivergold]

si)
He turned his tail and landed before coming back to her and biting her tail gently
Oh, shoot. This is the territory. It's not the clearing.)she flicked it out of the way before he could bite.

[oats]

She refused to look at them. She didn't want to give them the chance to look at her eyes, to let them see that she was border line crying. Though she looked at them at the mention at their mother again. "I would know because everyone I've cared about has either left me or hurt me." she said her words through her teeth bitterly. It felt she could never win- it seemed that asoon she put her trust into something it was taken away from her,even if she was so close. She felt Honeycomb was so close, but so far away. Her whole body softened when she heard those words. She scooted closer, though not to close,to leave them some space. Her eyes were soft,focusing on them. "Then let me love you." her mew was a quiet sob, sincere. She wanted to love them, she wanted to know that Honeycomb was open to return her feelings openly. "I don't want you to be ashamed of me." those words were a hint to her insecurity. Even if they wouldn't return her feelings because of their mother, she would most likely still blame herself. That she wasn't good enough, that she could've treated them better, that there was something she could have done. She felt worthless, like she wasn't good enough, that Honeycomb would probably avoid even walk next to if their mother was around. She felt they were ashamed of them. I just want to be good enough for you.
The fact that she was averting her gaze, whether that be out of fear or anger, still brought yet another great breath from Honeycomb.The tears welled up, and they let them fall as they crashed to the ground, their trembling becoming more aggressive. Despondency was something the enby was used to, but they had no idea that their walk would bring such misfortune to their life.
The sun was too hot, the forest was too dense and Honeycomb was too weak, simply too weak to forsake their mother.
"I d-don't," they whined. "I don't want to leave you, Wolfsong. Never, but.." Trailing off, they trained their gaze on the heavily-built molly, as she approached them. "I want to love you. So bad." The distance between them felt like fox-lengths, islands even.
And yet, the connection persisted; she was enough, she had always been enough. They wanted nothing more than to console her and tell her how they truly felt- it would happen. Someday.

[Phoenix Flames]

Cloverpounce nodded. "What should we do now?", she asked. The light gray she-cat licked her paws and then drew them over her ears.
Jay-Jay

[Fallpotato]

Oh, shoot. This is the territory. It's not the clearing.)she flicked it out of the way before he could bite.
oops XD)
He growled and chased her tail around

[graves]

The fact that she was averting her gaze, whether that be out of fear or anger, still brought yet another great breath from Honeycomb.The tears welled up, and they let them fall as they crashed to the ground, their trembling becoming more aggressive. Despondency was something the enby was used to, but they had no idea that their walk would bring such misfortune to their life.
The sun was too hot, the forest was too dense and Honeycomb was too weak, simply too weak to forsake their mother.
"I d-don't," they whined. "I don't want to leave you, Wolfsong. Never, but.." Trailing off, they trained their gaze on the heavily-built molly, as she approached them. "I want to love you. So bad." The distance between them felt like fox-lengths, islands even.
And yet, the connection persisted; she was enough, she had always been enough. They wanted nothing more than to console her and tell her how they truly felt- it would happen. Someday.
Her stance had changed to then what is was before. Her ears were pinned to the back of her head, eyes in slits and glassed over with a layer of water that pooled at the bottom of her eyes. She was rather large for a cat, and tall, but she had lowered her stance greatly. The other cat was much shorter then she was, but now she seemed even shorter then them. Terrified. Her eyes came upon the flower that fell to the ground off from he warrior,she looked back up at them,"You can't love someone like me." her voice was utterly destroyed at the point, it felt dry and scratchy. "I just want to be worth enough to you." her voice was more like a whisper, her paw stepped on the flower that was dropped. Yellow was a sign of happiness, purity, but it seems that was all but going on right now,"but it seems like I'll never be good enough for you to love." she sounded more hurt that anything,insulted,low. Were they ashamed of her? Did she need to change anything? She would apologize a million times over if she had done anything, grasping for something that seemed so out of reach. She didn't like this at all, she didn't like fighting, she didn't like being hurt by the cat that meant most to her. The words still echoes in her ears, They can't love someone like you. I'm disgusting to ever think I could have them. Once she saw their face though, her whole world stopped. No matter how much she could be hurt, how low she felt of herself currently, how her mind was going a million miles per hour,she never liked to see her loved ones cry. She would always put them before herself,even if everything in her life was tumbling down. "Please don't cry, I'm sorry. This is all my fault- I shouldn't have said anything." her voice was truly sincere,she felt guilty,like this was all her fault. Even if it wasn't, with how many negative thoughts she felt about herself already,it was easier to just blame herself. "Don't feel bad,please." I just want to be yours.

[Rivergold]

oops XD)
He growled and chased her tail around
(Should we just move this to the clearing?)
she let him catch it.

[Fallpotato]

(Should we just move this to the clearing?)
she let him catch it.
yes.)
He smiled and started batting at it

[Phoenix Flames]

Cloverpounce nodded. "What should we do now?", she asked. The light gray she-cat licked her paws and then drew them over her ears.
Jay-Jay

[Deerlie]

Jay-Jay
"I don't know. ." he said

[oats]

Her stance had changed to then what is was before. Her ears were pinned to the back of her head, eyes in slits and glassed over with a layer of water that pooled at the bottom of her eyes. She was rather large for a cat, and tall, but she had lowered her stance greatly. The other cat was much shorter then she was, but now she seemed even shorter then them. Terrified. Her eyes came upon the flower that fell to the ground off from he warrior,she looked back up at them,"You can't love someone like me." her voice was utterly destroyed at the point, it felt dry and scratchy. "I just want to be worth enough to you." her voice was more like a whisper, her paw stepped on the flower that was dropped. Yellow was a sign of happiness, purity, but it seems that was all but going on right now,"but it seems like I'll never be good enough for you to love." she sounded more hurt that anything,insulted,low. Were they ashamed of her? Did she need to change anything? She would apologize a million times over if she had done anything, grasping for something that seemed so out of reach. She didn't like this at all, she didn't like fighting, she didn't like being hurt by the cat that meant most to her. The words still echoes in her ears, They can't love someone like you. I'm disgusting to ever think I could have them. Once she saw their face though, her whole world stopped. No matter how much she could be hurt, how low she felt of herself currently, how her mind was going a million miles per hour,she never liked to see her loved ones cry. She would always put them before herself,even if everything in her life was tumbling down. "Please don't cry, I'm sorry. This is all my fault- I shouldn't have said anything." her voice was truly sincere,she felt guilty,like this was all her fault. Even if it wasn't, with how many negative thoughts she felt about herself already,it was easier to just blame herself. "Don't feel bad,please." I just want to be yours.

They whimpered once again, looking at her shrunken form. The expression of pure fear upon Wolfdancer’s face, the way that she simply brought herself lower than their level, absolutely tiny. Honeycomb’s own stance was rather low, but not quite as much as their counterpart. Seeing the tears well up, they sniffed, “Don’t cry. Please.” As soon as those words were uttered, it seemed they were past redemption; their flower, crushed like every romantic dream related to the other warrior.
Snivelling pathetically, they tried one more reassurance. “I c-can.” Pausing, waiting for the gap to be filled, their heart panged at the sound of her pain. “You are..” Bowing their head, averting their gaze for fear of causing more damage. Why would she think that? Why, because of their stupid mouth. This was all their fault. They weren’t ashamed, she was perfect, but the backlash from their family.. Would there be any? They were so scared of everything that could ever happen, and yet.. They couldn’t take the chance now.
Sobs still wracking their light frame, they barely got out the meaningless apologies- “Y-you don’t h-have to be, it is-isn’t..” Take a breath. She was really, really sorry, and they didn’t deserve any sympathy: they were still the foolish, lazy cat they were when their mother mentored them, they had never changed.
“I can love you, I want to, but I just..”

[graves]

They whimpered once again, looking at her shrunken form. The expression of pure fear upon Wolfdancer’s face, the way that she simply brought herself lower than their level, absolutely tiny. Honeycomb’s own stance was rather low, but not quite as much as their counterpart. Seeing the tears well up, they sniffed, “Don’t cry. Please.” As soon as those words were uttered, it seemed they were past redemption; their flower, crushed like every romantic dream related to the other warrior.
Snivelling pathetically, they tried one more reassurance. “I c-can.” Pausing, waiting for the gap to be filled, their heart panged at the sound of her pain. “You are..” Bowing their head, averting their gaze for fear of causing more damage. Why would she think that? Why, because of their stupid mouth. This was all their fault. They weren’t ashamed, she was perfect, but the backlash from their family.. Would there be any? They were so scared of everything that could ever happen, and yet.. They couldn’t take the chance now.
Sobs still wracking their light frame, they barely got out the meaningless apologies- “Y-you don’t h-have to be, it is-isn’t..” Take a breath. She was really, really sorry, and they didn’t deserve any sympathy: they were still the foolish, lazy cat they were when their mother mentored them, they had never changed.
“I can love you, I want to, but I just..”
Their words went in one ear and out the other,she wouldn't believe any reassurance they said at this point. She stood up a bit more,and padded herself closer to them. She glared, golden hues staring daggers. They were no longer bright,and happy,the glint not longer in her eyes. Instead,they were glassed over with water,the edges red and swollen from crying. "Don't tell me you can do something and then don't. Don't tell me I'm something when I'm not-" she looked away for a moment. The shriveled flower was in her view. "I'm stupid to think anything could work, I'm stupid to think anything could work in my life honestly." she was rambling,she had reached her breaking point,"perhaps I could've helped you accept yourself more, perhaps I could have been better, perhaps I could have just left you alone to not deal with me anymore." her tone was bitter, but not towards the other cat, but towards herself. "But when I think of you," her tone was softer, not shaking anymore, her voice was gentle, as if she had been thinking of this for a long time. Sure. She held a weak smile on her face at the peaceful thought, when things were simplier, "I think of a future with you. I think of how my pelt gets warm when you are close to me. I think about how my kits would love you if we were mates, how happy they would be. I think of you. I saw you in my future, Honeycomb." She looked at the ground,silent for awhile. She thought of what it made it come to this point. Well, she knew why, it was her and her mouth that couldn't be held shut. She couldn't have just stayed quiet about her feelings. She looked back at them,her smile had dropped,"But do not-do not tell me you can love me but don't." she sounded hurt, as if she had just gotten the worst wound another cat could inflict on her. "Don't tell me I'm good enough,when I'm really nothing to you." her voice cracked again. She wanted to lean in and press her muzzle against the others, to console them, to comfort them, to forgive them. But she couldn't. She could forgive them,yeah, but the words were still there. She would always think she wasn't good enough, she would always thing she could have done better, she'd look at Honey at the cat who got away,when so close. "Don't tell me I deserve better when all I want is you." her voice was a mere whisper, though still audible. "But I can't have that, I get it - it's because I'm Wolfdancer, that's the reason. If I were anybody else - you'd fall for them." she was a sobbing mess, though not loud and obnoxious, quiet, quivering sobs. "I'm not good enough." She turned away again. "I should go, you probably could do better without me."

[ThroughtheBlizzard]

I hope you know just how dangerous this is. Just wait, you're going to end up doing something stupid. Then the whole clan will find out.

The words of her late friend echoed throughout Goldenstream's head as she lied on her side and stared at her swelling belly. There was a trace of regret deep in her dark green eyes. Maybe this was StarClan's punishment for breaking the Warrior Code. It was only a matter of time before something happened in consequence of her disloyalty.

For many moons now, Goldenstream had been sneaking off to see Hawkblaze, a WindClan warrior. The two had met each other at a gathering when Goldenstream was still an apprentice, and she soon found herself going to retrieve Hawkblaze from his camp to share tongues with him. She knew it was against the rules, but her young and reckless apprentice self didn't care. Upon becoming a warrior, she and Hawkblaze became mates, and Goldenstream became pregnant with his kits.

"I should have listened to Brindlebreeze," She mumbled to herself. "How could I be so foolish? Someone is bound to found out these kits are half bloods. Russetstar might even banish me for my disloyalty."

Letting out a long sigh, Goldenstream got to her paws and looked up at the blue sky.

[Phoenix Flames]

"I don't know. ." he said
"Oh...", Cloverpounce sighed, looking at Dragonspirit.

[lone]

A scruffy grey she-cat moved through the sparse undergrowth near the river, her searing amber eyes narrowed. She was practicing her stealth; being a good Warrior meant being able to sneak up on prey and enemies alike without being seen. And this time, her target was a fellow Apprentice, who seemed unaware that she was a few fox-lengths away. She recognized the young tom as Shadepaw; she shared the Apprenticr's Den with him, of course, and their nests weren't far apart. But she had never spoken to him for more than a few heartbeats.


A thorn snagged on the side of her pelt, and gritted her teeth as it dug into her flesh, but she remained silent. Eyes narrowing further still, she continued to move forward, picking up more thorns as she went.

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


(OOC: You can have Shadepaw notice her, or she can pounce on him, your choice~)


A rustle in the bushes alerted Shadepaw's attention. The black tom's ears pricked upwards and he appeared to be thinking very hard for a moment. Slowly, his dark hues scanned the territory around him. Whoever-- or whatever that was, it was heading in his direction. That didn't give him much time, but hopefully, it would be just enough. Just enough to get out of here in the amount of time that he needed. The tip of Shadepaw's tail began to twitch thoughtfully as he headed towards the sound, nearly bumping into a grey apprentice that he recognized. "Wildpaw." He greeted, as though he were unsurprised, though his expression seemed to say otherwise. The tom was almost always calm. He found it infuriated cats he didn't like even more, the way he would never get excited. A yawn escaped him as well as he stared down at the smaller cat. Shadepaw was getting along into his apprentice moons; how long would it be before he was a warrior? He didn't know. Hopefully not too long, and then he would be able to get away from the scruffy grey apprentice that seemed to bother him so much. He didn't like her very much, at least. "What brings you out here?" Shadepaw asked with another yawn.

[Phoenix Flames]

"Oh...", Cloverpounce sighed, looking at Dragonspirit.
Jay-Jay

[Deerlie]

"Oh...", Cloverpounce sighed, looking at Dragonspirit.
He purred and Nuzzled her cheek

[Phoenix Flames]

He purred and Nuzzled her cheek
"Dragonspirit, do you want to go hunting?", Cloverpounce meowed.

[Zero]

She listened to the soft words intently, once more feeling more gratitude even than what she had for the refreshing experience, albeit it taxing, of being out in the territory. At the comment of hoping to find food for the elders, she nodded silent agreement, exaggerating the natural bobbing of her head as they walked. The silence was well deserved, the soft noises of the territory in winter filtering in the break of conversation.

At his remark of the sun, she instinctively lifted her head, eyes looking towards the sky. But instead of simply seeing a drab sky, she was met with a surprising beautiful display. The sunlight filtered through thousands of tiny icicles, hooked to every branch and leaf, causing a beautiful, glittering effect to be made. It was dazzling, the sparkling of the water crystals staggeringly wonderful, the light dancing and shimmering inside the hardened bits of ice. Never in her two lives had she ceased to appreciate nature; this was a spectacular display, of how even in the midst of hard times, wonders abound. She remembered other things of beauty to her; not just of plants and ecosystems, but instead of experiences.

Days spent lounging by the riverside, warmed by the summer sun, cheered by the company of old friends. Strolling down the beach at sun fall with her first mate, Birchfall, and simply enjoying the presence of each other and the roaring ocean. The feeling of kits at her belly; they had been weak at birth, and she had lost them within a day, but for the moments they clung to life they had been a balm to her battered soul; losing a mate was not easy, and losing his kits even harder. The feeling of her adopted mother, Seabreeze, holding her close. And even more recent thoughts danced through her mind; the way that Russetstar had stepped up to the post of leader, a joyous day for the clan. The strange, yet beautiful way snow seemed to glitter like starlight against the deep, inky pelt of Blackgaze.

She shook her head and smiled at herself; far too often did she drift into memory, of loved ones she had lost, and of things she would never experience. She lowered her head, and looked over at Swampgaze; he was not particularly open or friendly at times, but he was certainly genuine and kind. It pleased her, even the slightest bit, to know that she would always have his friendship; she would not live another life this time, but instead would die, and at the very least would see him in StarClan again. Cloversplash's tail twitched at this thought; at this very moment, she should have been with the starry warriors above. Her death had been a fluke, the slice of a ShadowClan claw dug too deep. But this, this next existence, was even stranger, and almost worse. The memory of death had always hung just behind her; she remembered the pain, and then bleeding out on the ground, just waiting for her time to pass. But instead, she floated for a time, out of reach from spirit or body, until being sucked back into the form of a kit, almost exactly like her old self. She had not remembered her past life until becoming an apprentice, but it had always marked her as different.

Sucking in a breath of cold her, she rounded up her errant thoughts and turned her focus towards Swampstone. She had waited for a peculiar moment, and so now she responded quietly, and almost a bit unsurely."Um.. Yes, that would be a better idea than running around until sundown, waiting for something to happen. I mean, it's not like a vole is purposely going to run into our path. I just wish there was someplace where the river was not coated with ice."

(So sorry this took forever. Also sorry it's so much shorter, I'm having trouble finding motivation today >.<)

Swampstone listened to the sounds of the territory, hoping to hear the movement of prey. However, on such a day, the prey seemed to be lieing still and try to preserve their warmth. There wasn't much to listen to, but there was enough to fill the silence. He listened to the soft breeze blowing through the bare branches of the trees above them, the frozen wood creaking with the effort of movement. As he awaited her answer, he let his thoughts wander.
He hoped that the weather would warm up soon, especially if Applethorn and him were going to start a family. The tom wanted the world to be green and warm and full of life when his children were to enter it, not the harsh reality of winter. Of course, they would eventually face the next winter, but by then they would be moons older, and stronge enough to survive it. He blinked in surprise as his own thoughts, realizing he was thinking way too far into the future. Applethorn isn't even expecting yet, I'm getting too ahead of myself... However, he couldn't help but to be excited. It would be the first time in a long time that he had a complete family. Of course, Applethorn was his family at the moment, but he had lost his kin a long time ago, and was excited at the prospect of new blood-related kits that he would be able to protect and raise as his own.
He turned his blue hues from the ground in front of him when Cloversplash spoke, watching her. The tom picked up on her unsureness easily, and shifted his weight a bit awkwardly. He simply nodded at first, but choose to respond to her last sentence. "Don't we all." The warrior followed his attempt at a joke with a small, hesitant smile.

[oats]

Their words went in one ear and out the other,she wouldn't believe any reassurance they said at this point. She stood up a bit more,and padded herself closer to them. She glared, golden hues staring daggers. They were no longer bright,and happy,the glint not longer in her eyes. Instead,they were glassed over with water,the edges red and swollen from crying. "Don't tell me you can do something and then don't. Don't tell me I'm something when I'm not-" she looked away for a moment. The shriveled flower was in her view. "I'm stupid to think anything could work, I'm stupid to think anything could work in my life honestly." she was rambling,she had reached her breaking point,"perhaps I could've helped you accept yourself more, perhaps I could have been better, perhaps I could have just left you alone to not deal with me anymore." her tone was bitter, but not towards the other cat, but towards herself. "But when I think of you," her tone was softer, not shaking anymore, her voice was gentle, as if she had been thinking of this for a long time. Sure. She held a weak smile on her face at the peaceful thought, when things were simplier, "I think of a future with you. I think of how my pelt gets warm when you are close to me. I think about how my kits would love you if we were mates, how happy they would be. I think of you. I saw you in my future, Honeycomb." She looked at the ground,silent for awhile. She thought of what it made it come to this point. Well, she knew why, it was her and her mouth that couldn't be held shut. She couldn't have just stayed quiet about her feelings. She looked back at them,her smile had dropped,"But do not-do not tell me you can love me but don't." she sounded hurt, as if she had just gotten the worst wound another cat could inflict on her. "Don't tell me I'm good enough,when I'm really nothing to you." her voice cracked again. She wanted to lean in and press her muzzle against the others, to console them, to comfort them, to forgive them. But she couldn't. She could forgive them,yeah, but the words were still there. She would always think she wasn't good enough, she would always thing she could have done better, she'd look at Honey at the cat who got away,when so close. "Don't tell me I deserve better when all I want is you." her voice was a mere whisper, though still audible. "But I can't have that, I get it - it's because I'm Wolfdancer, that's the reason. If I were anybody else - you'd fall for them." she was a sobbing mess, though not loud and obnoxious, quiet, quivering sobs. "I'm not good enough." She turned away again. "I should go, you probably could do better without me."
The morning felt long, too long, and it was quickly becoming a nightmare. The feelings of inadequacy, self-hatred and an overwhelming sense of regret washed over them like the waters of a flood, and Honeycomb found themself drowning in seas deeper than those they had ever imagined swimming in. The gaze of the other molly sent tides of pure self-hatred through them, and their own bronze eyes searched for something, anything to train their gaze upon. They felt her looking straight through them, beyond their fearful posture and at their surface; just a scared little kitten with nothing to hide from, but everything to drape in shadows.
Whimpering at her words, they took an instinctive step away from her, no longer feeling as brave as they used to: it hurt, it really did. As Wolfdancer kept talking, they whined little contradictions— “No, I shouldn’t..”, “You aren’t, you aren’t.” It was almost as if they had simply.. Lost thought, stopped being able to think. Just like they did as a stupid, stupid child. Suddenly, the larger warrior’s voice changed, and at the sound of the softer, velveteen tone, Honeycomb shrunk away: Whenever Minnowgaze was about to get harsh. Shrinking away, yet smaller, they simply nodded, thinking about how she really, truly felt about them: they were loved. Or at least, they used to be.
Mulling over what they could have been, they looked away suddenly, tears welling up in their eyes again. Breathing getting rough, they found themselves considering what the pair would have been. Would they be considered to be another parent to her kits? Would they be respected, seen as an equal to the molly; to have standing in other cats’ eyes for being able to love and be loved? Would it be like having a family, and not the mockery of one they were treated to in their youth? They wouldn’t know now. Finally finding their words, they simply said, “It isn’t you.”
Those words; again, again, again.
And then silence.

[graves]

The morning felt long, too long, and it was quickly becoming a nightmare. The feelings of inadequacy, self-hatred and an overwhelming sense of regret washed over them like the waters of a flood, and Honeycomb found themself drowning in seas deeper than those they had ever imagined swimming in. The gaze of the other molly sent tides of pure self-hatred through them, and their own bronze eyes searched for something, anything to train their gaze upon. They felt her looking straight through them, beyond their fearful posture and at their surface; just a scared little kitten with nothing to hide from, but everything to drape in shadows.
Whimpering at her words, they took an instinctive step away from her, no longer feeling as brave as they used to: it hurt, it really did. As Wolfdancer kept talking, they whined little contradictions— “No, I shouldn’t..”, “You aren’t, you aren’t.” It was almost as if they had simply.. Lost thought, stopped being able to think. Just like they did as a stupid, stupid child. Suddenly, the larger warrior’s voice changed, and at the sound of the softer, velveteen tone, Honeycomb shrunk away: Whenever Minnowgaze was about to get harsh. Shrinking away, yet smaller, they simply nodded, thinking about how she really, truly felt about them: they were loved. Or at least, they used to be.
Mulling over what they could have been, they looked away suddenly, tears welling up in their eyes again. Breathing getting rough, they found themselves considering what the pair would have been. Would they be considered to be another parent to her kits? Would they be respected, seen as an equal to the molly; to have standing in other cats’ eyes for being able to love and be loved? Would it be like having a family, and not the mockery of one they were treated to in their youth? They wouldn’t know now. Finally finding their words, they simply said, “It isn’t you.”
Those words; again, again, again.
And then silence.
She was turned away and was stood up,about to walk away. She wanted to be in denial that this had ever happen, she wanted to run away and never return. She wanted to pretend she didn't open her mouth. She wanted to think before the confession, how pretty the flowers used to look. They were scattered around them. It was high morning, the sun burning into her thick pelt. The scent of flowers was sickening now,all it reminded her of was them. And she didn't want to think about them. They didn't want her. She made her way to pad away,but stopped, ears perking at the words. Their reassurance went in one ear and out the other, her not responding to it, which was a clear indication she didn't believe it at all. She turned her head back,eyes looking at them out of the corner of her eye,"It must be me." she mewed, her voice was monotone, no emotion in it at all,"the Honeycomb I know would want to be happy. Wouldn't be afraid of family values to break the mold." she sighed, closing her eyes and looked back forward. She couldn't remember clearly the time she had started taking an interest in other cats that were just the opposite sex, her mother was never around to give her judgement. She didn't know what the other warrior was going through,seeing as she never had a close bond with anyone but them. Honeycomb was her family. She had never liked Minnowgaze,and no matter how much time she spent with Honeycomb she made it clear she refused to be around their mother for her strict beliefs she didn't agree with. So at the mention of her, she turned around again, body fully facing the other. She stepped rather close,her face possibly a few breaths away from the others,"I wish your dad had been good," her voice was stern, her gaze unforgiving,"I wish your mother understood," she would never get the close manipulative bond Honey held with Minnow. She herself never had a close bond with anycat,to afraid to get close with them,being afraid to lose them. But Honeycomb was an except, and they had only hurt her in the end,"I wish I met you before they made your life a living war." sincere, was the only tone she could use. She wish she could build Honeycomb up enough to be able to face their mother. But she couldn't. She wasn't able to, she had failed at something she so desperately tried to do with anycat around her, was to build their self confidence. "You are ashamed of loving me, you are ashamed because it wasn't the way mother raised you. I get it, she's your family." her voice was fake bitterness, she knew what the shecat has done to her friend,she knew what she was capable of,and it made her hiss under her breath at the thought of Honey choosing their mother over herself. It was a selfish thought,yeah, but you'd think the same with such a vile shecat as her best friends mother. She wanted the best for Honeycomb, and if they didn't think she was the best for them, she'd accept that. "Just say you don't want to be with me, instead of telling me empty promises that you do love me, and then refuse to show it-" she was trying not the crying,but she had failed,"it hurts." her voice cracked.

[rascalcats]

[/CENTER]
A rustle in the bushes alerted Shadepaw's attention. The black tom's ears pricked upwards and he appeared to be thinking very hard for a moment. Slowly, his dark hues scanned the territory around him. Whoever-- or whatever that was, it was heading in his direction. That didn't give him much time, but hopefully, it would be just enough. Just enough to get out of here in the amount of time that he needed. The tip of Shadepaw's tail began to twitch thoughtfully as he headed towards the sound, nearly bumping into a grey apprentice that he recognized. "Wildpaw." He greeted, as though he were unsurprised, though his expression seemed to say otherwise. The tom was almost always calm. He found it infuriated cats he didn't like even more, the way he would never get excited. A yawn escaped him as well as he stared down at the smaller cat. Shadepaw was getting along into his apprentice moons; how long would it be before he was a warrior? He didn't know. Hopefully not too long, and then he would be able to get away from the scruffy grey apprentice that seemed to bother him so much. He didn't like her very much, at least. "What brings you out here?" Shadepaw asked with another yawn.


Wildpaw jumped when the very creature she had been stalking bumped right into her. "Fox-dung!" she cursed, lashing her tail in frustration. She has been so focused on her silence that she hadn't even noticed her target move. When he greeted her, she lashed her tail once more, dipping her head stiffly.

"Shadepaw." she meowed, craning her neck around to pluck a thorn out.
"I was practicing my stealth, at least until you ruined it by moving."

The scruffy grey she-cat frowned, noticing the note of surprise in his eyes.
A flicker of satisfaction crossed her own amber eyes, and she plucked another thorn out of her paw. "What are you doing out here?"

[oats]

She was turned away and was stood up,about to walk away. She wanted to be in denial that this had ever happen, she wanted to run away and never return. She wanted to pretend she didn't open her mouth. She wanted to think before the confession, how pretty the flowers used to look. They were scattered around them. It was high morning, the sun burning into her thick pelt. The scent of flowers was sickening now,all it reminded her of was them. And she didn't want to think about them. They didn't want her. She made her way to pad away,but stopped, ears perking at the words. Their reassurance went in one ear and out the other, her not responding to it, which was a clear indication she didn't believe it at all. She turned her head back,eyes looking at them out of the corner of her eye,"It must be me." she mewed, her voice was monotone, no emotion in it at all,"the Honeycomb I know would want to be happy. Wouldn't be afraid of family values to break the mold." she sighed, closing her eyes and looked back forward. She couldn't remember clearly the time she had started taking an interest in other cats that were just the opposite sex, her mother was never around to give her judgement. She didn't know what the other warrior was going through,seeing as she never had a close bond with anyone but them. Honeycomb was her family. She had never liked Minnowgaze,and no matter how much time she spent with Honeycomb she made it clear she refused to be around their mother for her strict beliefs she didn't agree with. So at the mention of her, she turned around again, body fully facing the other. She stepped rather close,her face possibly a few breaths away from the others,"I wish your dad had been good," her voice was stern, her gaze unforgiving,"I wish your mother understood," she would never get the close manipulative bond Honey held with Minnow. She herself never had a close bond with anycat,to afraid to get close with them,being afraid to lose them. But Honeycomb was an except, and they had only hurt her in the end,"I wish I met you before they made your life a living war." sincere, was the only tone she could use. She wish she could build Honeycomb up enough to be able to face their mother. But she couldn't. She wasn't able to, she had failed at something she so desperately tried to do with anycat around her, was to build their self confidence. "You are ashamed of loving me, you are ashamed because it wasn't the way mother raised you. I get it, she's your family." her voice was fake bitterness, she knew what the shecat has done to her friend,she knew what she was capable of,and it made her hiss under her breath at the thought of Honey choosing their mother over herself. It was a selfish thought,yeah, but you'd think the same with such a vile shecat as her best friends mother. She wanted the best for Honeycomb, and if they didn't think she was the best for them, she'd accept that. "Just say you don't want to be with me, instead of telling me empty promises that you do love me, and then refuse to show it-" she was trying not the crying,but she had failed,"it hurts." her voice cracked.
They had done this, simply rejected her when both of them really, truly needed to love, to be loved. They did want to forget, turn back to the beginning, done what they had wanted to from the start; let her love them. For all the mistakes they made, Honeycomb could at least bank on the fact that Wolfdancer blamed herself, regretting her confession absolutely. Their words were easily deflected, brushed off; it led them to wonder if they were really wanted, needed- Why would she not listen? They barely acknowledged her cold reaction, a mere flick of the ear letting her know that her disbelief was noted, but her next sentences left them trembling harder than before."I'm not the Honeycomb you know," they said, just audible. "I was never the Honeycomb anyone knew, Wolfdancer. I'm just.. afraid. I always have been, of being alone. Of her." Trembling, they simply listened to her go on, lamenting what she could have done; it would not have helped, nonetheless. Nobody could have helped. Being there was something, it was enough, but.. not. What were they even thinking? Of course it was. Attempting to shake the tears off their face, they continued, having let the other molly finish venting, telling them of their own failures. "I-I am," they begun, voice still hoarse, eyes red. "I don't want to be. Ashamed, I mean; no, not any more. I hate it, you know. Do not think I get some pe-perverse enjoyment out of doing this to you, to myself. I hate what she's done to me, and I hate myself f-for doing this to you." Their voice was possibly raising in volume, (they did not know, nor care in the slightest,) the emphasis on their words causing it to fray and split at the edges, like a rope held taut for simply too long. It was pathetic, lashing outwards, a testament to their disgusting ways, but what other way was there to just have her listen? They would not force her to; she had already tried to up and leave once, she could again. "I-I want to be with you. I'm making it a-abundantly clear now; I can love you, I want to love you, but if you don't want to let me, I needn't give myself more to hate myself with. If leaving her is not enough.. I do not know what you want from me. I'm sorry I hurt you, you think I am lying, and I would t-too, I assure you, but.. Please. Please don't leave me alone again."

[Phoenix Flames]

"Dragonspirit, do you want to go hunting?", Cloverpounce meowed.
Jay-Jay

[graves]

They had done this, simply rejected her when both of them really, truly needed to love, to be loved. They did want to forget, turn back to the beginning, done what they had wanted to from the start; let her love them. For all the mistakes they made, Honeycomb could at least bank on the fact that Wolfdancer blamed herself, regretting her confession absolutely. Their words were easily deflected, brushed off; it led them to wonder if they were really wanted, needed- Why would she not listen? They barely acknowledged her cold reaction, a mere flick of the ear letting her know that her disbelief was noted, but her next sentences left them trembling harder than before."I'm not the Honeycomb you know," they said, just audible. "I was never the Honeycomb anyone knew, Wolfdancer. I'm just.. afraid. I always have been, of being alone. Of her." Trembling, they simply listened to her go on, lamenting what she could have done; it would not have helped, nonetheless. Nobody could have helped. Being there was something, it was enough, but.. not. What were they even thinking? Of course it was. Attempting to shake the tears off their face, they continued, having let the other molly finish venting, telling them of their own failures. "I-I am," they begun, voice still hoarse, eyes red. "I don't want to be. Ashamed, I mean; no, not any more. I hate it, you know. Do not think I get some pe-perverse enjoyment out of doing this to you, to myself. I hate what she's done to me, and I hate myself f-for doing this to you." Their voice was possibly raising in volume, (they did not know, nor care in the slightest,) the emphasis on their words causing it to fray and split at the edges, like a rope held taut for simply too long. It was pathetic, lashing outwards, a testament to their disgusting ways, but what other way was there to just have her listen? They would not force her to; she had already tried to up and leave once, she could again. "I-I want to be with you. I'm making it a-abundantly clear now; I can love you, I want to love you, but if you don't want to let me, I needn't give myself more to hate myself with. If leaving her is not enough.. I do not know what you want from me. I'm sorry I hurt you, you think I am lying, and I would t-too, I assure you, but.. Please. Please don't leave me alone again."
Didn't she deserve more then a simple flick of an ear? She deserved more then a reaction of silence. But with the words they spilled from there mouth, Wolfdancer was unsure if they knew what they were saying. "Last time I checked, it was you not letting me love you, not the other way around." her tail lashed against the ground, scuffing up flowers from their roots and flinging them behind her. Their words were hypocritical, and she refused to let this be turned in on herself. She already felt she was caving in on herself, nit picking at everything she didn't like about herself silently, realizing all of her flaws about herself. What she didn't need, was for the other cat to claim she did not love them, when that's what she had been trying to explain this whole time. "If you think I am hurt because you simply rejected me, then you must think to high of yourself." she was slightly shaking, not as bad at the other,emotions rushing through her as fast as light. "I'm hurt because you don't see what I see,you don't see your mother the way I do,anybody could, I'm hurt because you are scared to love me, to accept it and face it." her tone was blunt, and matter of fact. Long claws dug into the ground of irritation. She was tired of not being enough, she was tired of be pushed to the side and deprived of happiness when she gave it so often to others. She just wanted happiness for herself. "So you can see why I would think you're ashamed of me," ashamed because I am a shecat. She slowly started to feel disgust of herself, for what she was,what she had, what she was born with. She couldn't help it-shecouldn't help being what gender she was. She couldn't help that she was a female, and loving another that wasn't the opposite sex wasn't acceptable. She couldn't help but feel hatred for herself. "Do not raise your voice at me." her tone was calm,smooth. "I am hurt because you refuse to love me because of me." she was quiet, avoiding her gaze in shame of herself.It made her rethink herself,her gender,her sexuality. Before this she was never ashamed,getting over her insecurities but after this, they all flared up again, coming towards her to the point it felt suffocating. She now felt insecure about herself, and only they could undo the damage that they had bestowed on her. She wanted to console them, to press her face against theirs, to mumble how she was sorry and that she had forgiven them,how she wished she could tell them to act like this didn't happen, but there was no way to undo how she felt. "I know how your mother is,I shouldn't have said anything to you...I'm sorry- this is all my f-fault." she felt guilty, she didn't want the other to feel bad. She didn't want them to feel bad for loving their mother,not matter how bad they were. She would never ask them to leave the only family they had, and she felt guilty and selfish for wanting them to,to be with them. She wanted to be loved to bad,,to be accepted, to feel worth something, to be loved.
But she couldn't have that. She was damaged.

[lone]

Wildpaw jumped when the very creature she had been stalking bumped right into her. "Fox-dung!" she cursed, lashing her tail in frustration. She has been so focused on her silence that she hadn't even noticed her target move. When he greeted her, she lashed her tail once more, dipping her head stiffly.


"Shadepaw." she meowed, craning her neck around to pluck a thorn out.
"I was practicing my stealth, at least until you ruined it by moving."

The scruffy grey she-cat frowned, noticing the note of surprise in his eyes.

A flicker of satisfaction crossed her own amber eyes, and she plucked another thorn out of her paw. "What are you doing out here?"
"Until I ruined it by moving? Oh come now. If you were really that good, you would have no problem sneaking up on a moving target. Not everyone's heads are filled with fluff and glory, my dear Wildpaw." He mewed in his continuous calm tone. He was angry that she had blamed him for ruining it by moving. Was she really that naive that she thought prey was just going to sit and wait to be pounced on? No! She would have to learn to creep up on a moving target. He followed her gaze down to her paw, noting the thorns. Looks like someone's a little clumsy, Shadepaw thought with a chuckle, hues gleaming with amusement. Oh, he would never be that clumsy. Certainly not! Shadepaw was a talented apprentice, much more so then this... this worthless little kitten. He was surprised she was even an apprentice now, shouldn't she run on back to the nursery where her Mommy would be waiting for her? "Ah, the inevitable question. I'm practicing my hunting; but it would appear your clumsiness has startled the prey away." His expression flickered for a moment, and then went back to it's stony quietness. "I believe it's high time for you to run on back to the nursery, however; shall I escort you there, darling?" He asked with a somewhat higher pitched, sweeter-then-honey toned mew.

[rascalcats]

"Until I ruined it by moving? Oh come now. If you were really that good, you would have no problem sneaking up on a moving target. Not everyone's heads are filled with fluff and glory, my dear Wildpaw." He mewed in his continuous calm tone. He was angry that she had blamed him for ruining it by moving. Was she really that naive that she thought prey was just going to sit and wait to be pounced on? No! She would have to learn to creep up on a moving target. He followed her gaze down to her paw, noting the thorns. Looks like someone's a little clumsy, Shadepaw thought with a chuckle, hues gleaming with amusement. Oh, he would never be that clumsy. Certainly not! Shadepaw was a talented apprentice, much more so then this... this worthless little kitten. He was surprised she was even an apprentice now, shouldn't she run on back to the nursery where her Mommy would be waiting for her? "Ah, the inevitable question. I'm practicing my hunting; but it would appear your clumsiness has startled the prey away." His expression flickered for a moment, and then went back to it's stony quietness. "I believe it's high time for you to run on back to the nursery, however; shall I escort you there, darling?" He asked with a somewhat higher pitched, sweeter-then-honey toned mew.

Wildpaw stood there, rigid, as the older tom berated her, calling her a worthless kit and accusing her of startling the prey. She had been quieter than a mouse until Shadepaw had bumped right into her! Every hair on her pelt was on end, and it took everything she had not to snap back at him. Instead, she remained silent for a few heartbeats, and then, quick as lightning, she leaped at him, aiming to knock him onto his back. While she was younger and a good deal smaller than Shadepaw, Wildpaw was actually a quite bulky cat under her wild, scruffy pelt which she had been named for.

"Don't call me a kit." she spat once she had all four of her paws back on the ground. "Perhaps you should be the one to go back to the Nursery.
You're acting like a kit who's missed his nap-time." Her tail lashing, Wildpaw locked gazes with Shadepaw, as if silently daring him to say something back.

[lone]

Wildpaw stood there, rigid, as the older tom berated her, calling her a worthless kit and accusing her of startling the prey. She had been quieter than a mouse until Shadepaw had bumped right into her! Every hair on her pelt was on end, and it took everything she had not to snap back at him. Instead, she remained silent for a few heartbeats, and then, quick as lightning, she leaped at him, aiming to knock him onto his back. While she was younger and a good deal smaller than Shadepaw, Wildpaw was actually a quite bulky cat under her wild, scruffy pelt which she had been named for.

"Don't call me a kit." she spat once she had all four of her paws back on the ground. "Perhaps you should be the one to go back to the Nursery.

You're acting like a kit who's missed his nap-time." Her tail lashing, Wildpaw locked gazes with Shadepaw, as if silently daring him to say something back.
Him? Acting like a kit? The thought was almost laughable, and it took all of Shadepaw's willpower not to burst into laughter right then and there. Instead he stood, silently watching her, hues gleaming with amusement and interest until he could stand it no longer. "Oh please, Wildpaw, dear. StarClan forbid I would ever act like a kit. Now you, on the other hand, darling... could use quite the lesson in humility." His eyes narrowed dangerously, then flashed in triumph. There was nothing she could say to that... was there? Shadepaw's eyes flashed again, and his expression almost instantly changed to one of frustration just by looking at her. And yet he kept his posture straight, his eyes looking straight ahead at her, and he had to practically force himself not to yowl in frustration as he did so. Oh, she was so aggravating! She was the most aggravating cat he had ever met. And, he doubted that they would ever get along.
　
Whoever was expecting them to was wrong. Dead wrong. And they would find that out eventually, but by then it might be too late. After all.... there could only be one at the top, couldn't there? And that cat was Shadepaw. There was no room for Wildpaw's delusions of grandeur, nor her arrogant act. He was calm. He was a perfect cat. He was the perfect cat. Anyone who thought otherwise was insane, and crazy, and Shadepaw would go so far as to say that they were also delusional. Look at him! He stood tall, larger then Wildpaw, and his eyes were a beautiful light green. His pelt was groomed perfectly, but that shouldn't fool anybody; there was a killer underneath. A strong, manipulative killer who always acted perfectly calm until he was ready.
　
Unlike the scruffy, unwashed apprentice before him. "And... by the looks of things, you could use a cleanup. Do you really expect to get popular with that messy pelt?" He asked. Now, Shadepaw held a grudging anger towards Wildpaw. After all... she was right there at the top with him. And, she had the more favorable background. He had been fighting against StarClan, what he knew was probably right, in the battle. Where had she been fighting? He couldn't remember. But, even now, Shadepaw stood by his decision. And no harm had come from it! He hadn't been exiled from the Clan! And neither had most of the other cats. Bucknight? Dead. Thornfrost? Gone. But, the other Evil Era supporters? Most were still alive and thriving within the Clan, and Shadepaw was certain they were just awaiting their chance...

[rascalcats]

Him? Acting like a kit? The thought was almost laughable, and it took all of Shadepaw's willpower not to burst into laughter right then and there. Instead he stood, silently watching her, hues gleaming with amusement and interest until he could stand it no longer. "Oh please, Wildpaw, dear. StarClan forbid I would ever act like a kit. Now you, on the other hand, darling... could use quite the lesson in humility." His eyes narrowed dangerously, then flashed in triumph. There was nothing she could say to that... was there? Shadepaw's eyes flashed again, and his expression almost instantly changed to one of frustration just by looking at her. And yet he kept his posture straight, his eyes looking straight ahead at her, and he had to practically force himself not to yowl in frustration as he did so. Oh, she was so aggravating! She was the most aggravating cat he had ever met. And, he doubted that they would ever get along.
　
Whoever was expecting them to was wrong. Dead wrong. And they would find that out eventually, but by then it might be too late. After all.... there could only be one at the top, couldn't there? And that cat was Shadepaw. There was no room for Wildpaw's delusions of grandeur, nor her arrogant act. He was calm. He was a perfect cat. He was the perfect cat. Anyone who thought otherwise was insane, and crazy, and Shadepaw would go so far as to say that they were also delusional. Look at him! He stood tall, larger then Wildpaw, and his eyes were a beautiful light green. His pelt was groomed perfectly, but that shouldn't fool anybody; there was a killer underneath. A strong, manipulative killer who always acted perfectly calm until he was ready.
　
Unlike the scruffy, unwashed apprentice before him. "And... by the looks of things, you could use a cleanup. Do you really expect to get popular with that messy pelt?" He asked. Now, Shadepaw held a grudging anger towards Wildpaw. After all... she was right there at the top with him. And, she had the more favorable background. He had been fighting against StarClan, what he knew was probably right, in the battle. Where had she been fighting? He couldn't remember. But, even now, Shadepaw stood by his decision. And no harm had come from it! He hadn't been exiled from the Clan! And neither had most of the other cats. Bucknight? Dead. Thornfrost? Gone. But, the other Evil Era supporters? Most were still alive and thriving within the Clan, and Shadepaw was certain they were just awaiting their chance...

Wildpaw was beyond aggravated at this point. Oh, this cat was impossible! She was less than a mouse-length from her breaking point, but she knew that she would be punished if she hurt another Apprentice, so she held onto her cool for just a little while longer.

"I'm not looking to get popular." she sniffed. "I'm looking to become a good Warrior. Maybe if you didn't spend all of your time looking for fans, you'd be a Warrior yourself by now." Wildpaw knew she was being arrogant, but she was trying to get a rise out of this tom. Maybe if he snapped, she could prove herself. She could also fight with him without getting in trouble for throwing the first swipe.

The young Apprentice huffed, her claws digging into the earth underneath her, and she curled her lip.

(OOC: I don't RP conflict very often, I stink at this, sorry XD)

[lone]

Wildpaw was beyond aggravated at this point. Oh, this cat was impossible! She was less than a mouse-length from her breaking point, but she knew that she would be punished if she hurt another Apprentice, so she held onto her cool for just a little while longer.



"I'm not looking to get popular." she sniffed. "I'm looking to become a good Warrior. Maybe if you didn't spend all of your time looking for fans, you'd be a Warrior yourself by now." Wildpaw knew she was being arrogant, but she was trying to get a rise out of this tom. Maybe if he snapped, she could prove herself. She could also fight with him without getting in trouble for throwing the first swipe.

The young Apprentice huffed, her claws digging into the earth underneath her, and she curled her lip.


(OOC: I don't RP conflict very often, I stink at this, sorry XD)

Well, the black tom wasn't going to stand for much more of her words. Why didn't he just walk away? It would be a good idea to, maybe he should just... move? Moving would be good. Moving would be great. And yet, her words also stung his pride, which... in his opinion... called for her to be seriously removed from the situation. Now, normally Shadepaw would plan on some devious plot and get her out of the way-- for good. Bye bye Wildpaw, have a nice time in StarClan! The place of weaklings. It wasn't that Shadepaw didn't believe in StarClan. It was that he preferred the thought of the Dark Forest much more. They were stronger, they were better... Shadepaw liked the thought of them a lot more.

　

"I'm 10 moons old. You think I could be a warrior at 10 moons old? That's an awfully young warrior, darling. And, I don't need fans... I need followers. You know why?" He strode over towards her, thrusting his face in her own, hues gleaming wickedly. "Because, love... I'm not an ordinary apprentice." His voice became darker, more threatening, but his hues and expression remained the same: indifferent. As though he really couldn't care less about her. While that might have been true long ago, at this point in time? It most certainly was not. He cared, not so much about her but about the words that were leaving her maw. They stung his pride more then any wound she could have given him, then however hard she could have scratched him. And, the worst part? He knew that they were at least partly true. Not to mention he was sure she knew how much they aggravated him.

(No, it's fine! You're really good ^^)

[rascalcats]

Well, the black tom wasn't going to stand for much more of her words. Why didn't he just walk away? It would be a good idea to, maybe he should just... move? Moving would be good. Moving would be great. And yet, her words also stung his pride, which... in his opinion... called for her to be seriously removed from the situation. Now, normally Shadepaw would plan on some devious plot and get her out of the way-- for good. Bye bye Wildpaw, have a nice time in StarClan! The place of weaklings. It wasn't that Shadepaw didn't believe in StarClan. It was that he preferred the thought of the Dark Forest much more. They were stronger, they were better... Shadepaw liked the thought of them a lot more.

　

"I'm 10 moons old. You think I could be a warrior at 10 moons old? That's an awfully young warrior, darling. And, I don't need fans... I need followers. You know why?" He strode over towards her, thrusting his face in her own, hues gleaming wickedly. "Because, love... I'm not an ordinary apprentice." His voice became darker, more threatening, but his hues and expression remained the same: indifferent. As though he really couldn't care less about her. While that might have been true long ago, at this point in time? It most certainly was not. He cared, not so much about her but about the words that were leaving her maw. They stung his pride more then any wound she could have given him, then however hard she could have scratched him. And, the worst part? He knew that they were at least partly true. Not to mention he was sure she knew how much they aggravated him.

(No, it's fine! You're really good ^^)


While any other Apprentice would probably be intimidated by Shadepaw's words, Wildpaw only scoffed. She wasn't scared of this Apprentice; in fact, a small part of her admired his courage, no matter how much he irritated her. "Not an ordinary Apprentice." she repeated, though her words were less mocking now and more interested. "And you need followers? What, have you been sent from the Dark Forest?" The she-cat was only half-joking; after the Evil Era, she had a sneaking suspicion that many of the supporters still had contact with the dead cats, and that they were still plotting something.

Wildpaw had been on the fence when the Evil Era had swept through the Clans. A brand-new Apprentice, only six moons old when the battle began, she was torn between her father and her mentor, who fought for different sides. So, she hid at the beginning. She couldn't bear to betray either one of them, and yet, just witnessing the battle changed her. She admired the way the Dark Forest cats fought with such grace and elegance, and how noble StarClan was, but she never joined the battle. And when both her mentor and father died, struck down by opposing forces, she witnessed it all, and it changed her. The soft, amber eyes that she had received from her ShadowClan mother had cracked and become hard, and the young Apprentice constantly fought with herself. What side was she really on?

But now, an Apprentice in RiverClan, one she had never gotten along with, needed followers. Of course, she wouldn't stoop so low as to become his slave, pussyfooting under his rule, but perhaps she could help him out a little. After all, she had gotten her mother's knack for fighting and her father's want of authority.

(OOC: Aw, thanks~)

[Phoenix Flames]

"Dragonspirit, do you want to go hunting?", Cloverpounce meowed.
Jay-Jay
(Please reply!)

[lone]

While any other Apprentice would probably be intimidated by Shadepaw's words, Wildpaw only scoffed. She wasn't scared of this Apprentice; in fact, a small part of her admired his courage, no matter how much he irritated her. "Not an ordinary Apprentice." she repeated, though her words were less mocking now and more interested. "And you need followers? What, have you been sent from the Dark Forest?" The she-cat was only half-joking; after the Evil Era, she had a sneaking suspicion that many of the supporters still had contact with the dead cats, and that they were still plotting something.


Wildpaw had been on the fence when the Evil Era had swept through the Clans. A brand-new Apprentice, only six moons old when the battle began, she was torn between her father and her mentor, who fought for different sides. So, she hid at the beginning. She couldn't bear to betray either one of them, and yet, just witnessing the battle changed her. She admired the way the Dark Forest cats fought with such grace and elegance, and how noble StarClan was, but she never joined the battle. And when both her mentor and father died, struck down by opposing forces, she witnessed it all, and it changed her. The soft, amber eyes that she had received from her ShadowClan mother had cracked and become hard, and the young Apprentice constantly fought with herself. What side was she really on?

But now, an Apprentice in RiverClan, one she had never gotten along with, needed followers. Of course, she wouldn't stoop so low as to become his slave, pussyfooting under his rule, but perhaps she could help him out a little. After all, she had gotten her mother's knack for fighting and her father's want of authority.


(OOC: Aw, thanks~)
Now, Shadepaw's whole body looked as though it were shaking with laughter while he was trying to get it under control. His throat felt as though it were raw from holding back all his laughter, and his head hurt like it had been rattling around inside of his skull. Still, the tom maintained his composure. "The Dark Forest did not send me. I would do as they asked, but they haven't sent me. I'm doing this on their behalf anyways." His voice was cold, as though he couldn't have cared less about what she had to say now. And, this conversation was beginning to bore him. Unless she was able to make him some sort of an offer, or re-perk his interest real soon, he was going to end up walking away from her stupid offer. Who needed a cat who acted as though she were the princess of the Clan, anyways? Shadepaw had more important matters to attend to. Much, much more important matters... and yet he kept them hidden from almost everyone but Ravenkit.
　
Poor, poor Ravenkit. Worshipping him as though he were the leader instead of Russetstar. Those were the kind of followers that Shadepaw needed, and the kind that he didn't have. The kit was no good to him until he grew up, so for now? He would just have to keep Ravenkit's interest. He knew that kits had wavering loyalties. Pretty much any shiny new object, or any cat walking by peaked their interest. And if that cat happened to say the right things? Well, bye bye old master. Hello, new friend. But, Shadepaw was confident that he had Ravenkit wrapped around his paw. Tightly enough where the kit wouldn't be able to escape, and if he tried? Down would come the iron paw. "If you're interested in following me, then by all means, please go ahead and state it. Otherwise, I'm growing bored of your presence and will take my leave." He told her. While the words coming from his maw might have been considered rude, his tone? Absolutely not. Shadepaw never, ever had a rude tone... not once that he could remember in his life.

[rascalcats]

Now, Shadepaw's whole body looked as though it were shaking with laughter while he was trying to get it under control. His throat felt as though it were raw from holding back all his laughter, and his head hurt like it had been rattling around inside of his skull. Still, the tom maintained his composure. "The Dark Forest did not send me. I would do as they asked, but they haven't sent me. I'm doing this on their behalf anyways." His voice was cold, as though he couldn't have cared less about what she had to say now. And, this conversation was beginning to bore him. Unless she was able to make him some sort of an offer, or re-perk his interest real soon, he was going to end up walking away from her stupid offer. Who needed a cat who acted as though she were the princess of the Clan, anyways? Shadepaw had more important matters to attend to. Much, much more important matters... and yet he kept them hidden from almost everyone but Ravenkit.
　
Poor, poor Ravenkit. Worshipping him as though he were the leader instead of Russetstar. Those were the kind of followers that Shadepaw needed, and the kind that he didn't have. The kit was no good to him until he grew up, so for now? He would just have to keep Ravenkit's interest. He knew that kits had wavering loyalties. Pretty much any shiny new object, or any cat walking by peaked their interest. And if that cat happened to say the right things? Well, bye bye old master. Hello, new friend. But, Shadepaw was confident that he had Ravenkit wrapped around his paw. Tightly enough where the kit wouldn't be able to escape, and if he tried? Down would come the iron paw. "If you're interested in following me, then by all means, please go ahead and state it. Otherwise, I'm growing bored of your presence and will take my leave." He told her. While the words coming from his maw might have been considered rude, his tone? Absolutely not. Shadepaw never, ever had a rude tone... not once that he could remember in his life.

"Follow you? No. But..." Wildkit paused for a moment, weighing her options. Perhaps she could finally prove herself as a strong Warrior, not a scared kit as she was often made out to be. "...I'll help you. On one condition: you must treat me as your equal." The she-cat lashed her tail, but this time it was not an aggressive behavior, it was more thoughtful now. "You must remember, Clawfoot was my father, and he was a noble fighter for the Dark Forest. He wouldn't be pleased if his only daughter followed another Apprentice around like a duckling following it's mother. But if his daughter walked alongside you as an equal, he may share some knowledge with us."

Wildpaw knew these chances were slim, and she also knew he might not buy into this, even if some parts of the tale were true. But it was worth putting her bet into the pool, because she had just as much chance to come out on top as she did coming out empty.

(OOC: Ergh, my muse is draining rn and idk why)

[lone]

"Follow you? No. But..." Wildkit paused for a moment, weighing her options. Perhaps she could finally prove herself as a strong Warrior, not a scared kit as she was often made out to be. "...I'll help you. On one condition: you must treat me as your equal." The she-cat lashed her tail, but this time it was not an aggressive behavior, it was more thoughtful now. "You must remember, Clawfoot was my father, and he was a noble fighter for the Dark Forest. He wouldn't be pleased if his only daughter followed another Apprentice around like a duckling following it's mother. But if his daughter walked alongside you as an equal, he may share some knowledge with us."


Wildpaw knew these chances were slim, and she also knew he might not buy into this, even if some parts of the tale were true. But it was worth putting her bet into the pool, because she had just as much chance to come out on top as she did coming out empty.


(OOC: Ergh, my muse is draining rn and idk why)
Wildpaw? Help him? Now this did grab the tom's interest, though whether it was in the way she meant it to was doubtful. Instead of agreeing, or even downright refusing her, Shadepaw looked thoughtful for a moment. It might be useful to have a scruffy apprentice on his side. But, her next worsd had his hues narrowing and feeling as though he would like to respond in a sharper tone of voice. "You wouldn't be following me around as if you were a duckling following it's Mother. I believe you misunderstand me, Wildpaw. When I say follower, I mean you are to do as I ask without question; not worship me as though I were your only hope for survival, following me around like you want my approval every second of every day." His voice was calm, even, but the anger beneath it was brewing quickly.
　
Oh, Wildpaw got on his NERVES! But what was he to do about it? Get rid of her? No; she could prove to be a valuable ally. But... a partner might be useful in all this. A partner might help to scope out the area. Equal, hmm... it's dangerous. But it might work. His thoughts slowly began to turn in that direction, slowly accepting the idea that they could work together as... equals. As annoying of a thought that was, he guessed it just might be stupid enough to work. As frustrating as it was, thinking that anyone could be equal to him, at the same time it made sense. Yes... equals. Shadepaw liked the sound of that. "Nevermind. Forget what I said before. I accept your terms, we will be... equals." But the dangerous flash in his hues was hidden by a smile, the coldness in his mind kept carefully blocked by his stance and expression.
　
Equals... maybe. It was doubtful, but might be dumb enough to work.

[Deerlie]

Jay-Jay
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He nodded. "Sure!"

[Phoenix Flames]

He nodded. "Sure!"
"Come on! Let's go, then.", Cloverpounce meowed. She got to her paws and then opened her mouth to scent the air. The gray she-cat pricked her ears as she heard a mouse. "Dragonspirit, over here! I smell a mouse.", she whispered.

[oats]

Didn't she deserve more then a simple flick of an ear? She deserved more then a reaction of silence. But with the words they spilled from there mouth, Wolfdancer was unsure if they knew what they were saying. "Last time I checked, it was you not letting me love you, not the other way around." her tail lashed against the ground, scuffing up flowers from their roots and flinging them behind her. Their words were hypocritical, and she refused to let this be turned in on herself. She already felt she was caving in on herself, nit picking at everything she didn't like about herself silently, realizing all of her flaws about herself. What she didn't need, was for the other cat to claim she did not love them, when that's what she had been trying to explain this whole time. "If you think I am hurt because you simply rejected me, then you must think to high of yourself." she was slightly shaking, not as bad at the other,emotions rushing through her as fast as light. "I'm hurt because you don't see what I see,you don't see your mother the way I do,anybody could, I'm hurt because you are scared to love me, to accept it and face it." her tone was blunt, and matter of fact. Long claws dug into the ground of irritation. She was tired of not being enough, she was tired of be pushed to the side and deprived of happiness when she gave it so often to others. She just wanted happiness for herself. "So you can see why I would think you're ashamed of me," ashamed because I am a shecat. She slowly started to feel disgust of herself, for what she was,what she had, what she was born with. She couldn't help it-shecouldn't help being what gender she was. She couldn't help that she was a female, and loving another that wasn't the opposite sex wasn't acceptable. She couldn't help but feel hatred for herself. "Do not raise your voice at me." her tone was calm,smooth. "I am hurt because you refuse to love me because of me." she was quiet, avoiding her gaze in shame of herself.It made her rethink herself,her gender,her sexuality. Before this she was never ashamed,getting over her insecurities but after this, they all flared up again, coming towards her to the point it felt suffocating. She now felt insecure about herself, and only they could undo the damage that they had bestowed on her. She wanted to console them, to press her face against theirs, to mumble how she was sorry and that she had forgiven them,how she wished she could tell them to act like this didn't happen, but there was no way to undo how she felt. "I know how your mother is,I shouldn't have said anything to you...I'm sorry- this is all my f-fault." she felt guilty, she didn't want the other to feel bad. She didn't want them to feel bad for loving their mother,not matter how bad they were. She would never ask them to leave the only family they had, and she felt guilty and selfish for wanting them to,to be with them. She wanted to be loved to bad,,to be accepted, to feel worth something, to be loved.
But she couldn't have that. She was damaged.

Although her reaction was more than what they had expected, Honeycomb still felt.. irked by her words; yes, they could barely stand to listen, they were wrong; everything about them was wrong, ruined, but still: did she not grasp what they had meant? They did not know quite what to say, at this point they simply were running off their mouth, but still.. if they were merely shocked and upset before, a sense of entitled anger settled itself into the amalgam of negative emotion they felt. Curling their lip over their fang, still shaking, they took in her body language, the tail lashing, the slight narrowing of her eyes. Yes, it was their fault; they were aware, didn't need to be reminded. "I know," the timbre of their voice was lower thsn usual, the words dragged out, sounding as if it was almost painful to even speak. "You don't have to remind me of that." It was clear that Wolfdancer loved them, but averting the blame was an old habit of Honeycomb's. Looking at her, the way in which she desperately attempted to puff herself up, deny the fact that the world was falling around the two of them.. it made them feel like the scum of the Earth, to have done this to her.
And then she spoke again. A laugh bubbled from their throat, too harsh, too sudden. "You think I think too highly of myself?"
Sniffling, falling quiet, they merely whispered, "I don't blame you." Then cutting themself off, letting her fill the gap, they stared blankly at the fallen, shredded flora that settled itself onto the ground. Of course, this all bubbled down to their mother, didn't it? Was she happy? Ruining everything for them, allowing themself to completely wreck their loved one. It was foolish, having such unbased fears, limiting their options in life to spare the feelings of a she-cat they didn't even feel for or understand in the slightest. Now, their one and only.. hated them. Did mere anger suggest hate? It was safer to say yes, even though Honeycomb knew the truth. They had been living a lie; accepting the fact that they were nonbinary was the start of it, but loving Wolfdancer would truly prove they weren't under Minnowgaze's influence any more. All of those accusations were true, and it wounded them. Weeping bitterly, a whirlwind of thoughts whipped through their mind; if they decided to continue going on with the lie they had been their whole life, they were better off dead. All she wanted was acceptance, and they had denied it, knowing damn well that they craved the same thing. If Wolfdancer thought they were a liar and a hypocrite, she would certainly be right; they desperately wanted to take back everything they had said, and although they could practically see her crumble under the weight of her own insecurities, Honeycomb continued to cry, keeping the same distance between them. She didn't need their advances, attempts to console her. They did this, it wasn't their place to try and fix it. "Don't be, it isn't. If anyone has to be sorry, it's me, I'm sorry. So sorry. I just... I'm not. Good enough, y'know? I don't- just. Please, give it time. I wanna love you, and I've already ruined everything," Here, they paused, taking a deep and shuddering breath. "I wish I knew, before all this happened. I wish she hadn't raised me; I wish my dad hadn't left. Maybe everything would be easier, but it isn't, and he's gone. Just. I'll be ready, someday. Someday."

[graves]

Although her reaction was more than what they had expected, Honeycomb still felt.. irked by her words; yes, they could barely stand to listen, they were wrong; everything about them was wrong, ruined, but still: did she not grasp what they had meant? They did not know quite what to say, at this point they simply were running off their mouth, but still.. if they were merely shocked and upset before, a sense of entitled anger settled itself into the amalgam of negative emotion they felt. Curling their lip over their fang, still shaking, they took in her body language, the tail lashing, the slight narrowing of her eyes. Yes, it was their fault; they were aware, didn't need to be reminded. "I know," the timbre of their voice was lower thsn usual, the words dragged out, sounding as if it was almost painful to even speak. "You don't have to remind me of that." It was clear that Wolfdancer loved them, but averting the blame was an old habit of Honeycomb's. Looking at her, the way in which she desperately attempted to puff herself up, deny the fact that the world was falling around the two of them.. it made them feel like the scum of the Earth, to have done this to her.
And then she spoke again. A laugh bubbled from their throat, too harsh, too sudden. "You think I think too highly of myself?"
Sniffling, falling quiet, they merely whispered, "I don't blame you." Then cutting themself off, letting her fill the gap, they stared blankly at the fallen, shredded flora that settled itself onto the ground. Of course, this all bubbled down to their mother, didn't it? Was she happy? Ruining everything for them, allowing themself to completely wreck their loved one. It was foolish, having such unbased fears, limiting their options in life to spare the feelings of a she-cat they didn't even feel for or understand in the slightest. Now, their one and only.. hated them. Did mere anger suggest hate? It was safer to say yes, even though Honeycomb knew the truth. They had been living a lie; accepting the fact that they were nonbinary was the start of it, but loving Wolfdancer would truly prove they weren't under Minnowgaze's influence any more. All of those accusations were true, and it wounded them. Weeping bitterly, a whirlwind of thoughts whipped through their mind; if they decided to continue going on with the lie they had been their whole life, they were better off dead. All she wanted was acceptance, and they had denied it, knowing damn well that they craved the same thing. If Wolfdancer thought they were a liar and a hypocrite, she would certainly be right; they desperately wanted to take back everything they had said, and although they could practically see her crumble under the weight of her own insecurities, Honeycomb continued to cry, keeping the same distance between them. She didn't need their advances, attempts to console her. They did this it wasn't their place to try and fix it. "Don't be, it isn't. If anyone has to be sorry, it's me, I'm sorry. So sorry. I just... I'm not. Good enough, y'know? I don't- just. Please, give it time. I wanna love you, and I've already ruined everything," Here, they paused, taking a deep and shuddering breath. "I wish I knew, before all this happened. I wish she hadn't raised me; I wish my dad hadn't left. Maybe everything would be easier, but it isn't, and he's gone. Just. I'll be ready, someday. Someday."
She felt that she was free falling, the way that your chest tightens and it it just feels like pure fear of what the future held once you landed. Myth says cats always land on her paws,but Wolfdancer felt that she had just splattered on the ground instead. She felt like bawling, she wanted to be a kit again and cry into her mothers fur when things were more simple back then,stress free. She was edged with exhaustion of taking care of her kits, caring for them all,trying to keep everything together,herself together for everybody else. But it had all sunken in, her eyes felt heavy from both lack of sleep and the tears that were shed,her breath recovering slowly. Her tail had calmed at their words and she could feel her world stop. She realized by the way she responding, was only edging more and more guilt into the other, which is not what she had wanted. But that had always been her habit, was sharing her opinion and saying things she'd regret moments later, regardless of how anyone else feels. She was quiet for a moment,not glaring anymore but her gaze was softer, not as intense and angry as it had been before. She didn't want them to cry or to feel bad, she didn't want them to feel guilt when they shouldn't. "I forgive you." she didn't stutter, no tears were shed as she said those words, they were pure,and raw words that she meant. She would always forgive Honeycomb,no matter how much she truly was hurt by their words, she decided to keep it to herself instead. She stepped forward more, it was a risky move, but it was the best way Wolfdancer could show comfort,was doing it physically. She rested her head ontop of the shorter warriors,sighing and closing her eyes. "I forgive you." she repeated. She knew Honeycomb to well, she knew they would take any moment to blame themself for her insecurities when really, Wolfdancer should have seen it coming.She would stay quiet of her insecurities, in order to prevent anymore guilt on her friend. Her best friend. "It'll be okay,alright? I'm not rushing you or making you do a-anything,I wouldn't ask you to..give anything up for me. I just want you to be happy." her tone was soft,and she couldn't help but shift her head to bury her face in the cats neck fur,her eyes still closed. She took a deep breath of their intoxicating flower scent. Her words were true, she really did want Honeycomb to be happy. She didn't want them to leave their mother if they didn't want to, she didn't want them to leave their only family if they didn't want to. She knew herself what it was like to have family that didn't care enough to be around, and it hurt to be alone, she didn't want Honeycomb to ever be alone. She silently vowed to be at their side, an be the best friend she could be,even if they weren't going to be moving forward. "You are good enough, I'll wait for you."
But I'll never be good enough for you, the words were repeated silently to herself.

[rascalcats]

Wildpaw? Help him? Now this did grab the tom's interest, though whether it was in the way she meant it to was doubtful. Instead of agreeing, or even downright refusing her, Shadepaw looked thoughtful for a moment. It might be useful to have a scruffy apprentice on his side. But, her next worsd had his hues narrowing and feeling as though he would like to respond in a sharper tone of voice. "You wouldn't be following me around as if you were a duckling following it's Mother. I believe you misunderstand me, Wildpaw. When I say follower, I mean you are to do as I ask without question; not worship me as though I were your only hope for survival, following me around like you want my approval every second of every day." His voice was calm, even, but the anger beneath it was brewing quickly.
　
Oh, Wildpaw got on his NERVES! But what was he to do about it? Get rid of her? No; she could prove to be a valuable ally. But... a partner might be useful in all this. A partner might help to scope out the area. Equal, hmm... it's dangerous. But it might work. His thoughts slowly began to turn in that direction, slowly accepting the idea that they could work together as... equals. As annoying of a thought that was, he guessed it just might be stupid enough to work. As frustrating as it was, thinking that anyone could be equal to him, at the same time it made sense. Yes... equals. Shadepaw liked the sound of that. "Nevermind. Forget what I said before. I accept your terms, we will be... equals." But the dangerous flash in his hues was hidden by a smile, the coldness in his mind kept carefully blocked by his stance and expression.
　
Equals... maybe. It was doubtful, but might be dumb enough to work.

Wildpaw nodded along slowly as he explained what he meant by "follower", but a wide smile that seemed almost maniacal spread across her muzzle when he told her to forget what he said, and that they could be equals.

This was a sign, she was sure of it! Perhaps Clawfoot really was watching out for her, even though he was in the Dark Forest. Perhaps he didn't scorn her for not fighting alongside him, like she had thought he did for so long. She unsheathed her claws fully, scoring deep marks into the earth with them.

"Perfect." she growled, peering up at Shadepaw. "I thought you might need a risk-taker to help you. Scope out a battle before you leap in, invading another territory to spy..." she trailed off, thinking of all the tasks she could do. Not only did her pelt relate to her name, her personality did, too. She was a risk-taker by nature.

[lone]

Wildpaw nodded along slowly as he explained what he meant by "follower", but a wide smile that seemed almost maniacal spread across her muzzle when he told her to forget what he said, and that they could be equals.


This was a sign, she was sure of it! Perhaps Clawfoot really was watching out for her, even though he was in the Dark Forest. Perhaps he didn't scorn her for not fighting alongside him, like she had thought he did for so long. She unsheathed her claws fully, scoring deep marks into the earth with them.


"Perfect." she growled, peering up at Shadepaw. "I thought you might need a risk-taker to help you. Scope out a battle before you leap in, invading another territory to spy..." she trailed off, thinking of all the tasks she could do. Not only did her pelt relate to her name, her personality did, too. She was a risk-taker by nature.

"Risk taker? Perfect." A smile spread across Shadepaw's maw, and his eyes seemed to glow with a fierce inner light. He liked the sound of that. A risk taker was the perfect thing, in his opinion, to start his own group. His own... half-Clan. With him as the leader and her as his deputy, nothing would be able to stop them. Wildpaw was sort of talented, he supposed. Talented enough to be his... deputy. Not quite as good as he was. Now, Shadepaw was quite a vain cat if he were being honest with himself, and unfortunately this was also a weakness. A weakness that would be easy for Wildpaw to expose, if she wished, and he knew it. So he was going to have to be on his guard all the time, never letting her get to know him. After all, she didn't need to know anything about him. The only thing that she needed to know? What his next plans were and how to carry them out. That was it. If she wanted to know more, well, that was too bad. He wasn't going to let her get to know him. He would only give her the opportunity to get to know his plans, and his hopes for the future. Normally this would be the last thing that a cat would tell a new partner, but Shadepaw... as had already been explained... was no ordinary apprentice. "There is, however, one slight matter. If we're going to be partners, I must request that you respect my privacy; is that clear?" He asked. Shadepaw's voice held a hard note to it, and then became softer. "And I will, of course, be doing the same thing for you."

[rascalcats]

"Risk taker? Perfect." A smile spread across Shadepaw's maw, and his eyes seemed to glow with a fierce inner light. He liked the sound of that. A risk taker was the perfect thing, in his opinion, to start his own group. His own... half-Clan. With him as the leader and her as his deputy, nothing would be able to stop them. Wildpaw was sort of talented, he supposed. Talented enough to be his... deputy. Not quite as good as he was. Now, Shadepaw was quite a vain cat if he were being honest with himself, and unfortunately this was also a weakness. A weakness that would be easy for Wildpaw to expose, if she wished, and he knew it. So he was going to have to be on his guard all the time, never letting her get to know him. After all, she didn't need to know anything about him. The only thing that she needed to know? What his next plans were and how to carry them out. That was it. If she wanted to know more, well, that was too bad. He wasn't going to let her get to know him. He would only give her the opportunity to get to know his plans, and his hopes for the future. Normally this would be the last thing that a cat would tell a new partner, but Shadepaw... as had already been explained... was no ordinary apprentice. "There is, however, one slight matter. If we're going to be partners, I must request that you respect my privacy; is that clear?" He asked. Shadepaw's voice held a hard note to it, and then became softer. "And I will, of course, be doing the same thing for you." [/CENTER]


Wildpaw felt as if the power Shadepaw had given her, no matter how unjustified it was, was spreading throughout her body, giving power to each limb and stirring up a fire in her belly. At only eight moons, she was essentially going to be the Deputy to a huge project that she could only imagine the outcome of. Her whole body quivered for a moment as the thought of the power dispersed, and she raised her muzzle.

"Oh, of course." she replied civilly when he spoke about respecting each other's privacy. She was used to this; all throughout her kithood, Clawfoot had forbade her to ask about his personal affairs. And, of course, before she became mature enough to learn about what he had kept from her, he was killed. "As long as you keep your word and do the same for me, as you say."

The she-cat tilted her head, wondering how many questions she could ask before she stepped over the line. Trying to play it safe, she tilted her head. "What can I know right now?"

[lone]

Wildpaw felt as if the power Shadepaw had given her, no matter how unjustified it was, was spreading throughout her body, giving power to each limb and stirring up a fire in her belly. At only eight moons, she was essentially going to be the Deputy to a huge project that she could only imagine the outcome of. Her whole body quivered for a moment as the thought of the power dispersed, and she raised her muzzle.


"Oh, of course." she replied civilly when he spoke about respecting each other's privacy. She was used to this; all throughout her kithood, Clawfoot had forbade her to ask about his personal affairs. And, of course, before she became mature enough to learn about what he had kept from her, he was killed. "As long as you keep your word and do the same for me, as you say."


The she-cat tilted her head, wondering how many questions she could ask before she stepped over the line. Trying to play it safe, she tilted her head. "What can I know right now?"
"You can know that I'm not going to betray you. Loyalty is important; as is hard work. Have both of those and I respect you." Shadepaw lowered his head, showing that he meant what he said. He would respect the she cat's privacy. So why would he go back on his word? Wouldn't that, in a way, make him a traitor? Something that Shadepaw was determined not to be. He didn't want to be a traitor. In fact, loyalty was quite important to the tom. One of the most important things. To his Clan, to his word, and to his friends. His partner. "And, you may know a little more; you can know that I am willing to do whatever it takes to carry my plans out. What those plans are, I am not quite ready to reveal to you yet." His voice was cool, and calm. First he needed to know that he had her absolute loyalty. Then, he could tell her what he was planning. "While you might be my equal, do not question my requests; and I will do the same for you." He added after a moment, his eyes looking over her in the absolute calmest way that he could. He didn't want to let the scruffy apprentice; partner or not; know what exactly he was planning on doing.

[rascalcats]

"You can know that I'm not going to betray you. Loyalty is important; as is hard work. Have both of those and I respect you." Shadepaw lowered his head, showing that he meant what he said. He would respect the she cat's privacy. So why would he go back on his word? Wouldn't that, in a way, make him a traitor? Something that Shadepaw was determined not to be. He didn't want to be a traitor. In fact, loyalty was quite important to the tom. One of the most important things. To his Clan, to his word, and to his friends. His partner. "And, you may know a little more; you can know that I am willing to do whatever it takes to carry my plans out. What those plans are, I am not quite ready to reveal to you yet." His voice was cool, and calm. First he needed to know that he had her absolute loyalty. Then, he could tell her what he was planning. "While you might be my equal, do not question my requests; and I will do the same for you." He added after a moment, his eyes looking over her in the absolute calmest way that he could. He didn't want to let the scruffy apprentice; partner or not; know what exactly he was planning on doing.


Wildpaw was admittedly a little irked when she learned that she couldn't quite hear his plans, but she told herself that his loyalty and respect was enough for now, and that he would stop at nothing to carry out those plans. As long as they both kept their ambition, it would be fine, and she would soon find out what he was going to do.

So, the scruffy grey Apprentice dipped her head in return, then peered up to meet his cool, green eyes with her own searing amber ones. "Fair enough." she meowed, much calmer than she had been a few minutes ago. Had it all been an act? Yes and no. She had to get his attention somehow, didn't she? And yet, she wasn't quite sure of why she wanted his attention in the first place. It wasn't for validation, or popularity, it was some urge deep in her belly, something that told her she needed to speak to this tom, no matter how much it aggravated him.

The wily young cat felt the weight of her newfound responsibility on her shoulders now, and something in Shadepaw's eyes told her that going against him now would end badly for her. She was all in now, and there was no going back.

Why did this thought give her so much adrenaline? She dug her claws deeper still into the earth, imagining it was a WindClan Warrior.

[happycyanide]

Ferrun was trodding through some grass, his tail held high. He hated the way marsh was, everything about it. But Ferrun was too tired to complain to himself.
He kept moving, unaware of anything else.

BluBunny

[BluBunnie]

Ferrun was trodding through some grass, his tail held high. He hated the way marsh was, everything about it. But Ferrun was too tired to complain to himself.
He kept moving, unaware of anything else.

BluBunny

Fogleap lifted his muzzle into the air, he took in the scents around him. He smelt another cat nearby and followed the scent. He only came out here because he was bored, so this would be exciting. He stalked the cat carefully, they seemed to be distracted. He bunched up his muscles and pounced right behind the cat. "Hello!" He said loudly.

[happycyanide]

Fogleap lifted his muzzle into the air, he took in the scents around him. He smelt another cat nearby and followed the scent. He only came out here because he was bored, so this would be exciting. He stalked the cat carefully, they seemed to be distracted. He bunched up his muscles and pounced right behind the cat. "Hello!" He said loudly.

Ferrun screeched in terror as he flew up, his long, black fur fluffing out.
When he hit the ground, he turned around quickly. "Who're you?!" He yowled at Frogleap.

[BluBunnie]

Ferrun screeched in terror as he flew up, his long, black fur fluffing out.
When he hit the ground, he turned around quickly. "Who're you?!" He yowled at Frogleap.

Fogleap chuckled, "My name is Fogleap, who are you?" He asked and tilted his head to one side. He was enjoying the cats reaction, he like surprising other cats.

[happycyanide]

Fogleap chuckled, "My name is Fogleap, who are you?" He asked and tilted his head to one side. He was enjoying the cats reaction, he like surprising other cats.

Ferrun smoothed his fur. "Names Ferrun... Where am I?"

[BluBunnie]

Ferrun smoothed his fur. "Names Ferrun... Where am I?"

"Well, you're in Riverclan territory. I actually should be threatening you to leave right now. But I don't like conflict too much." He shrugged. Besides talking to a cat is way more fun then fighting, at least, thats what Fogleap thought.

[happycyanide]

"Well, you're in Riverclan territory. I actually should be threatening you to leave right now. But I don't like conflict too much." He shrugged. Besides talking to a cat is way more fun then fighting, at least, thats what Fogleap thought.

Ferrun sighed in relief, happy that he wouldn't fight. "So, what's it like in RiverClan?" he mewed, friendly.

[BluBunnie]

Ferrun sighed in relief, happy that he wouldn't fight. "So, what's it like in RiverClan?" he mewed, friendly.

"I love my clan, we are amazing swimmers and we hunt mostly fish. I believe we are the smartest of all the clans, but some would disagree with me." He chuckled. "We have a leader, Russetstar, who watches over the clan and represents the clan during big decisions. The deputy helps the leader and also puts together patrols. Then, there are warriors, and apprentices who are warriors in training. There is the Medicine Cat who treats sick or hurt cats and there are queens and kits, who are mothers and their children. Finally, there are Elders which are retired warriors." He said. He figured he shouldn't be telling somecat this but he loved his clan so much and loved talking about the clan system.

[happycyanide]

"I love my clan, we are amazing swimmers and we hunt mostly fish. I believe we are the smartest of all the clans, but some would disagree with me." He chuckled. "We have a leader, Russetstar, who watches over the clan and represents the clan during big decisions. The deputy helps the leader and also puts together patrols. Then, there are warriors, and apprentices who are warriors in training. There is the Medicine Cat who treats sick or hurt cats and there are queens and kits, who are mothers and their children. Finally, there are Elders which are retired warriors." He said. He figured he shouldn't be telling somecat this but he loved his clan so much and loved talking about the clan system.

Ferrun grinned and replied with a joke, "Mostly fish, huh? I hope you don't become catfish!" He hoped he didn't offend the warrior, but he couldn't resist jokes.

[BluBunnie]

Ferrun grinned and replied with a joke, "Mostly fish, huh? I hope you don't become catfish!" He hoped he didn't offend the warrior, but he couldn't resist jokes.

The warrior rolled onto his back laughing, "I've never though of that joke before!" He said as he laughed. "That's funny, I might steal that from you!" He smirked.

[happycyanide]

The warrior rolled onto his back laughing, "I've never though of that joke before!" He said as he laughed. "That's funny, I might steal that from you!" He smirked.

Ferrun blinked warmly at Frogleap. "It's fine if you do, friend."

[BluBunnie]

Ferrun blinked warmly at Frogleap. "It's fine if you do, friend."

Fogleap smiled, "Friend?" He asked. He was somewhat surprised that the tom called him that. But he didn't mind much, he loved making friends.

[Clover]

(So sorry this took forever. Also sorry it's so much shorter, I'm having trouble finding motivation today >.<)

Swampstone listened to the sounds of the territory, hoping to hear the movement of prey. However, on such a day, the prey seemed to be lieing still and try to preserve their warmth. There wasn't much to listen to, but there was enough to fill the silence. He listened to the soft breeze blowing through the bare branches of the trees above them, the frozen wood creaking with the effort of movement. As he awaited her answer, he let his thoughts wander.
He hoped that the weather would warm up soon, especially if Applethorn and him were going to start a family. The tom wanted the world to be green and warm and full of life when his children were to enter it, not the harsh reality of winter. Of course, they would eventually face the next winter, but by then they would be moons older, and stronge enough to survive it. He blinked in surprise as his own thoughts, realizing he was thinking way too far into the future. Applethorn isn't even expecting yet, I'm getting too ahead of myself... However, he couldn't help but to be excited. It would be the first time in a long time that he had a complete family. Of course, Applethorn was his family at the moment, but he had lost his kin a long time ago, and was excited at the prospect of new blood-related kits that he would be able to protect and raise as his own.
He turned his blue hues from the ground in front of him when Cloversplash spoke, watching her. The tom picked up on her unsureness easily, and shifted his weight a bit awkwardly. He simply nodded at first, but choose to respond to her last sentence. "Don't we all." The warrior followed his attempt at a joke with a small, hesitant smile.

She watched him gently, almost tenderly, like a sister to a brother; he seemed to be drifting off into thought, much as she had. It was if the cold had begun freezing their brains. Her tail twitched and she continued slogging forward through the snow; here, it had been exposed to a ray of sun peeking through trees stripped of their leaves, turning it into a pool of muddy slush, almost up to her belly. She scowled lightly, her white markings turning an unattractive shade of beige, stained by the soiled mire. She huffed annoyedly, and turned to watch Swampstone, hoping his endeavors through the unexpected obstacle were better than hers. Cloversplash knew his fur would slow him down; the long coat would catch and drag in the thick melted snow, and then freeze hard again in the perpetually freezing air. Her mouth twisted in an annoyed, pinched line; she would have to groom later, and for a good while, as she could feel her legs and sides being pricked by dirt, small stones, and twigs that swirled like debris in the river when in flooded. The part of her fur that did dip into the liquid, but came back up, froze to crystals that made her deep nut-brown fur shimmer like dull brown mica. She swallowed her frustration down and slogged forward until they came to the end of the pool, where she had finally formulated a decent response, being distracted by the sleety water.

"Don't we all? Yes, I bet we do. The best we might do out here is some carrion; if it's not too old, even if it's frozen solid, that'll at least give the queens some sustenance. We could snap the bones for the elders so they can get to the marrow inside; it's rich enough and fatty, so they won't starve," she replied, eyes drifting down towards her fur, examining the extent of dirt and detritus that clung to it.

[oats]

She felt that she was free falling, the way that your chest tightens and it it just feels like pure fear of what the future held once you landed. Myth says cats always land on her paws,but Wolfdancer felt that she had just splattered on the ground instead. She felt like bawling, she wanted to be a kit again and cry into her mothers fur when things were more simple back then,stress free. She was edged with exhaustion of taking care of her kits, caring for them all,trying to keep everything together,herself together for everybody else. But it had all sunken in, her eyes felt heavy from both lack of sleep and the tears that were shed,her breath recovering slowly. Her tail had calmed at their words and she could feel her world stop. She realized by the way she responding, was only edging more and more guilt into the other, which is not what she had wanted. But that had always been her habit, was sharing her opinion and saying things she'd regret moments later, regardless of how anyone else feels. She was quiet for a moment,not glaring anymore but her gaze was softer, not as intense and angry as it had been before. She didn't want them to cry or to feel bad, she didn't want them to feel guilt when they shouldn't. "I forgive you." she didn't stutter, no tears were shed as she said those words, they were pure,and raw words that she meant. She would always forgive Honeycomb,no matter how much she truly was hurt by their words, she decided to keep it to herself instead. She stepped forward more, it was a risky move, but it was the best way Wolfdancer could show comfort,was doing it physically. She rested her head ontop of the shorter warriors,sighing and closing her eyes. "I forgive you." she repeated. She knew Honeycomb to well, she knew they would take any moment to blame themself for her insecurities when really, Wolfdancer should have seen it coming.She would stay quiet of her insecurities, in order to prevent anymore guilt on her friend. Her best friend. "It'll be okay,alright? I'm not rushing you or making you do a-anything,I wouldn't ask you to..give anything up for me. I just want you to be happy." her tone was soft,and she couldn't help but shift her head to bury her face in the cats neck fur,her eyes still closed. She took a deep breath of their intoxicating flower scent. Her words were true, she really did want Honeycomb to be happy. She didn't want them to leave their mother if they didn't want to, she didn't want them to leave their only family if they didn't want to. She knew herself what it was like to have family that didn't care enough to be around, and it hurt to be alone, she didn't want Honeycomb to ever be alone. She silently vowed to be at their side, an be the best friend she could be,even if they weren't going to be moving forward. "You are good enough, I'll wait for you."
But I'll never be good enough for you, the words were repeated silently to herself.

It had always been a hard thing, seeing the pain of another in front of them, but Honeycomb found it even harder knowing it was purely their doing. They knew what she went through; all of it, the stress of pulling herself together for her kits, for Riverclan. Having prided themself as being a confidant of sorts for their best friend, they were more than aware of the struggles of being the backbone of her family, but still.. they, in their typical foolishness had added more pressure their struggles; they were a burden, that much was clear. For all their life, they had been reminded of that fact over and over again, and only were they just beginning to unlearn that. Guess you can't ignore a fact that will always be true, they figured. Although they had woken up hours ago, the enby felt like they had been in that clearing for days, and at this point.. they just wanted to go, to forget. They always overthought things, always considered the consequences of their actions- many had urged them to just stop doing that, and they had: at exactly the wrong time.
Eyes still streaming, they looked up at her, utterly pathetic, pitying themself and her completely. They were, for all intents and purposes, useless at a time like this. Why would she want to look, let alone be near them? At the contact bestowed upon them, the enby released all tension in their shoulders, sighing. Of course she would, it was Wolfdancer, after all. As if out of habit, they leaned into her, breathing in the earthy scent they were so very familiar with. "T-thank you. Thank you s-so much." It was always a comfort, to know that even if everything was essentially ruined, that they could find comfort in their friend; yes, their relationship was strained, it was a greedy, selfish thing to want, but Honeycomb could think of so much more with her at that very moment. Moving back to a more distant position (but still close, very close,) they let her speak again, words soft, fur softer. As she inclined her head towards their own neck-fur, they heated up again, face still damp but becoming much warmer. "I would now if I could, but.." Fighting off a purr and struggling to keep their eyes from closing deeply, they went on. "Can we just. Stay like this? For longer, I know someone could find us or something, I know; I just want this to last. Forever. If you want me to be happy, just being here counts. If it's anyone, I'm sure she won't ever be able to find us as we are now, or at least I think.." Trailing off, still feeling a confusing flurry of bittersweet emotions, they still knew that something was wrong.

[happycyanide]

Fogleap smiled, "Friend?" He asked. He was somewhat surprised that the tom called him that. But he didn't mind much, he loved making friends.

Ferrun chuckled, almost letting out a mrrow of laughter. "I consider everyone my friend, if they're friendly enough not to attack on sight!"
I'm finally gonna find those two, he thought hungrily. Ferrun sat down, staring. "Have you seen two cats? One has short, white fur with green eyes. The other one has long, ginger fur with amber eyes. I've lost them quite a while ago, and I need to find them."

[BluBunnie]

Ferrun chuckled, almost letting out a mrrow of laughter. "I consider everyone my friend, if they're friendly enough not to attack on sight!"
I'm finally gonna find those two, he thought hungrily. Ferrun sat down, staring. "Have you seen two cats? One has short, white fur with green eyes. The other one has long, ginger fur with amber eyes. I've lost them quite a while ago, and I need to find them."

Fogleap thought for a few moments, there were pretty of white and ginger cats at the clans but he couldn't think of ones they fit perfectly to Ferruns descriptions. "I'm sorry, I don't think so. Were they loners or clan cats?" He asked.

[graves]

It had always been a hard thing, seeing the pain of another in front of them, but Honeycomb found it even harder knowing it was purely their doing. They knew what she went through; all of it, the stress of pulling herself together for her kits, for Riverclan. Having prided themself as being a confidant of sorts for their best friend, they were more than aware of the struggles of being the backbone of her family, but still.. they, in their typical foolishness had added more pressure their struggles; they were a burden, that much was clear. For all their life, they had been reminded of that fact over and over again, and only were they just beginning to unlearn that. Guess you can't ignore a fact that will always be true, they figured. Although they had woken up hours ago, the enby felt like they had been in that clearing for days, and at this point.. they just wanted to go, to forget. They always overthought things, always considered the consequences of their actions- many had urged them to just stop doing that, and they had: at exactly the wrong time.
Eyes still streaming, they looked up at her, utterly pathetic, pitying themself and her completely. They were, for all intents and purposes, useless at a time like this. Why would she want to look, let alone be near them? At the contact bestowed upon them, the enby released all tension in their shoulders, sighing. Of course she would, it was Wolfdancer, after all. As if out of habit, they leaned into her, breathing in the earthy scent they were so very familiar with. "T-thank you. Thank you s-so much." It was always a comfort, to know that even if everything was essentially ruined, that they could find comfort in their friend; yes, their relationship was strained, it was a greedy, selfish thing to want, but Honeycomb could think of so much more with her at that very moment. Moving back to a more distant position (but still close, very close,) they let her speak again, words soft, fur softer. As she inclined her head towards their own neck-fur, they heated up again, face still damp but becoming much warmer. "I would now if I could, but.." Fighting off a purr and struggling to keep their eyes from closing deeply, they went on. "Can we just. Stay like this? For longer, I know someone could find us or something, I know; I just want this to last. Forever. If you want me to be happy, just being here counts. If it's anyone, I'm sure she won't ever be able to find us as we are now, or at least I think.." Trailing off, still feeling a confusing flurry of bittersweet emotions, they still knew that something was wrong.
She slowly started to relax from above them,eyes lidded from lack of sleep. She didn't get much sleep from the night before, her kits liking to wake her up at very early hours of the morning, she let out a small yawn. "We can stay like this for aslong as you want." her words were quiet,not because she was still upset,well she was,but she wasn't crying anymore,but just tired. She didn't get much sleep as it was,being a night owl and being forced to get up early,and often had a nightmare or two which meant no sleep some nights.She relaxed her body on the smaller cats,though making sure she didn't crush the other in her larger size. "Mm not rushing anything Honeycomb,you don't have to do anything if you don't -." she yawned,"want to. I'll be the bestest friend to you if that's what you want me to be." it hurt to say those words, but they were true. It felt nice to be close to them,not knowing the next time they were going to be able to be this close to one another without it being awkward. She didn't plan on leaving the enby, she wasn't that cruel. Her large tail brushed against their smaller one. She was to tired to stiffle a purr. She was still hurt,so greatly hurt. But she would swallow it up and enjoy the moment,she would push her own problems aside to just...enjoy this moment. To act like for just one moment,Honeycomb was hers, and that she could hold them like this whenever she wanted without worries. And pretend that everything was going to be alright. Even if just for a few moments. Her body was completely exhausted,tired from lack of sleep and from the sobbing she had done earlier, eyes still slightly puffy from doing so. She closed her eyes,giving off slow,relaxed breaths,slowly leaning more weight on the other. She was truly tired, many responsibilities to do and she was always one to put so much on her plate to the point it stressed her out, that she usually didn't have time for naps, the grey molly was slowly slipping out of consciousness by the second,barley awake at this point,still purring softly and having her head settled in the crook on the enbys neck,she drew her tongue across their neck gently a few times in comfort. "I'm not going anywhere." Her words were becoming more and more slurred,becoming for quiet. But then there was silence for a few moments,she was to tired to think. "I love you." her voice sounded small as she said it, it was a dangerous thing to say after their melt downs, but she didn't care, she was to tired to care. It was the truth. She let out soft snores.

[oats]

She slowly started to relax from above them,eyes lidded from lack of sleep. She didn't get much sleep from the night before, her kits liking to wake her up at very early hours of the morning, she let out a small yawn. "We can stay like this for aslong as you want." her words were quiet,not because she was still upset,well she was,but she wasn't crying anymore,but just tired. She didn't get much sleep as it was,being a night owl and being forced to get up early,and often had a nightmare or two which meant no sleep some nights.She relaxed her body on the smaller cats,though making sure she didn't crush the other in her larger size. "Mm not rushing anything Honeycomb,you don't have to do anything if you don't -." she yawned,"want to. I'll be the bestest friend to you if that's what you want me to be." it hurt to say those words, but they were true. It felt nice to be close to them,not knowing the next time they were going to be able to be this close to one another without it being awkward. She didn't plan on leaving the enby, she wasn't that cruel. Her large tail brushed against their smaller one. She was to tired to stiffle a purr. She was still hurt,so greatly hurt. But she would swallow it up and enjoy the moment,she would push her own problems aside to just...enjoy this moment. To act like for just one moment,Honeycomb was hers, and that she could hold them like this whenever she wanted without worries. And pretend that everything was going to be alright. Even if just for a few moments. Her body was completely exhausted,tired from lack of sleep and from the sobbing she had done earlier, eyes still slightly puffy from doing so. She closed her eyes,giving off slow,relaxed breaths,slowly leaning more weight on the other. She was truly tired, many responsibilities to do and she was always one to put so much on her plate to the point it stressed her out, that she usually didn't have time for naps, the grey molly was slowly slipping out of consciousness by the second,barley awake at this point,still purring softly and having her head settled in the crook on the enbys neck,she drew her tongue across their neck gently a few times in comfort. "I'm not going anywhere." Her words were becoming more and more slurred,becoming for quiet. But then there was silence for a few moments,she was to tired to think. "I love you." her voice sounded small as she said it, it was a dangerous thing to say after their melt downs, but she didn't care, she was to tired to care. It was the truth. She let out soft snores.
Purring thickly, they heeded her words with small nods, and knew that their unease was as unjustified as it always was. She was just tired, and who would blame her? She always woke up extremely early to provide for her family, being more helpful than they could, as always. “Alright, Wolf,” they mumbled, every fibre of their body beginning to relax, a certain sort of warm safeness sinking into them. They were an early bird, but last evening had taken a lot out of them; that and the pressure from today. The pressure upon them allowed them to feel smaller, but in a good way- it was always a good way with Wolfdancer. Nestling into her embrace, they continued to recline, the sounds of the both of them calming them, quelling their fears. Maybe they were just tired, but affection was the best way to go here. “I know.. I-I’m not doing anything I don’t want to, it’s okay.” Tittering nervously at her soft rambles, they swiped their paw over their ear fluff, smiling a bit foolishly. “You can, if you want, I don’t know what I want, I think I do, but do I and.. Oh. Oh.” They had tripped over the words, and fell quiet again. Feeling the additional contact from her brought them to peak temperatures, their own purr raising in volume to meet hers, they sunk further into her. “Thank you,” they whispered again. “I love you, too..”
And with that, they slipped away, passing through the thick veil of sleep at last.

[graves]

Purring thickly, they heeded her words with small nods, and knew that their unease was as unjustified as it always was. She was just tired, and who would blame her? She always woke up extremely early to provide for her family, being more helpful than they could, as always. “Alright, Wolf,” they mumbled, every fibre of their body beginning to relax, a certain sort of warm safeness sinking into them. They were an early bird, but last evening had taken a lot out of them; that and the pressure from today. The pressure upon them allowed them to feel smaller, but in a good way- it was always a good way with Wolfdancer. Nestling into her embrace, they continued to recline, the sounds of the both of them calming them, quelling their fears. Maybe they were just tired, but affection was the best way to go here. “I know.. I-I’m not doing anything I don’t want to, it’s okay.” Tittering nervously at her soft rambles, they swiped their paw over their ear fluff, smiling a bit foolishly. “You can, if you want, I don’t know what I want, I think I do, but do I and.. Oh. Oh.” They had tripped over the words, and fell quiet again. Feeling the additional contact from her brought them to peak temperatures, their own purr raising in volume to meet hers, they sunk further into her. “Thank you,” they whispered again. “I love you, too..”
And with that, they slipped away, passing through the thick veil of sleep at last.

Wolfdancer had fallen asleep on the other unintentionally.She wasn't one to admit she needed help, or needed extra hours of sleep when others cats needed her. She was woken up this morning by her kits and had gone on a long hunting trip, which physically tired her. And having the confrontation with Honey comb only made her grow emotionally tired,not able to keep her eyes open. To her this was heaven, to be curled against the other. They were now both sleeping while sitting up,but Wolf changed at by shifting,her body tumbling to the side and laying down in the cloud soft patch of flowers around them. Assuming Honeycomb had also fallen next to her she only shifted as close as possible,eyes peaking open for a moment to settle her head on the enbys flank,curling her larger body around them,subconsciously half awake. Her purrs were still eminently loud and apparent. She enjoyed moments like this, despite all the work and trouble they had ahead of them, she just enjoyed the presence of Honey. Curled up against the closely, allowing her eyes to fall shut again as the sun seeped into her pelt. The flower under her smelled beautifully, a soft material that felt better then the best nest she had ever slept in. It all the felt nice, but having her head nestled against the other cats only, the the steady rising and falling of their breaths was relaxing enough for her. When she got moments like this she felt she could stay like this forever, like the world around them were paused,just so they could share this moment. She felt nice, that she was one of the only cats to be able to be near Honeycomb like this. She loved them. "I love you more." her voice was almost in audible, a quiet sweet nothing that was mumbled against their fur. Darkness edged her sight, and soon she left sleep take over her body once more.
She felt content.

End.

[happycyanide]

Fogleap thought for a few moments, there were pretty of white and ginger cats at the clans but he couldn't think of ones they fit perfectly to Ferruns descriptions. "I'm sorry, I don't think so. Were they loners or clan cats?" He asked.

"I'm sure they were loners. They ran away from me." Ferrun almost growled. He hated those two, Asher and Snowy. He could snarl at the thought of them without second thought. Good thing I took care of someone else earlier. He thought smugly. "But it doesn't matter, I guess."

[BluBunnie]

"I'm sure they were loners. They ran away from me." Ferrun almost growled. He hated those two, Asher and Snowy. He could snarl at the thought of them without second thought. Good thing I took care of someone else earlier. He thought smugly. "But it doesn't matter, I guess."

Fogleap nodded, "You're the only loner I've ran into and no one in Riverclan reported any other loner scents." He said. "Did they steal freshkill from you or something/" He asked.

[Phoenix Flames]

"Come on! Let's go, then.", Cloverpounce meowed. She got to her paws and then opened her mouth to scent the air. The gray she-cat pricked her ears as she heard a mouse. "Dragonspirit, over here! I smell a mouse.", she whispered.
Jay-Jay

[happycyanide]

Fogleap nodded, "You're the only loner I've ran into and no one in Riverclan reported any other loner scents." He said. "Did they steal freshkill from you or something/" He asked.

Ferrun looked at Frogleap. "No, it's nothing, really." He lied.

[Deerlie]

Jay-Jay
DragonSpirit padded over holding a cat fish. "Hehe"

[Phoenix Flames]

DragonSpirit padded over holding a cat fish. "Hehe"
"Let's bring our catches back to camp.", Cloverpounce mewed.

[BluBunnie]

Ferrun looked at Frogleap. "No, it's nothing, really." He lied.

Fogleap observed the car for a few moments then shrugged. He had just met the cat and if he didn't wanna tell him anything that's fine. "Oh alright. I hope you find them."

[happycyanide]

Fogleap observed the car for a few moments then shrugged. He had just met the cat and if he didn't wanna tell him anything that's fine. "Oh alright. I hope you find them."

Ferrun sighed, annoyed with himself. "If I tell you something, I need you to keep it a secret, okay?" he mewed, being serious now.

[Phoenix Flames]

"Let's bring our catches back to camp.", Cloverpounce mewed.
Jay-Jay

[Deerlie]

Jay-Jay
He grabbed his catch and padded back to camp.

[BluBunnie]

Ferrun sighed, annoyed with himself. "If I tell you something, I need you to keep it a secret, okay?" he mewed, being serious now.

Fogleaps ears twitched nervously, I had never asked to keep a secret before. "Of course I can. Us talking will have to be a secret anyway." He said in a serious tone.

[happycyanide]

Fogleaps ears twitched nervously, I had never asked to keep a secret before. "Of course I can. Us talking will have to be a secret anyway." He said in a serious tone.

Ferrun looked at Frogleap in the eyes. "Last time I heard them, they were planning to destroy the clans," He lied. "If you see them, you have to kill them." he thought I need to have as many cats as I can to destroy those two. He loved this plan.

[BluBunnie]

Ferrun looked at Frogleap in the eyes. "Last time I heard them, they were planning to destroy the clans," He lied. "If you see them, you have to kill them." he thought I need to have as many cats as I can to destroy those two. He loved this plan.

Fogleap folded his ears back and his eyes widen. "Really?! Well, if I see them I'll definitely take action!" He mewed.

[happycyanide]

Fogleap folded his ears back and his eyes widen. "Really?! Well, if I see them I'll definitely take action!" He mewed.

Ferrunn nodded at Frogleap. "Good. I know I can trust you." he mewed. He was way ahead of them. "Your a good influence, and I need you to tell some cats it trust about them, so there is more of a chance of them being caught. Okay?"

[RedHead]

@fenic

Shellfeather wearily sniffed the air. As soon as she did, her blue eyes lit up, for the first time since her and Spicepaw had been swept downriver. "Spicepaw! She yowled to her son, who was sniffing a reed a few mouse-lengths away. "Yes?" He meowed, walking over to her. "Don't you smell that? We are back in Riverclan territory!" Spicepaw, despite himself, smiled. "Really?" He stuck his nose in the air, and sure enough, he could smell the scents of his home. Home... Russetswirl, my kits... "Let's go!" Shellfeather yowled, her voice filled with the excitement of a kit out of the nursery for the first time. Spicepaw followed his mother, and he clearly showed excitement as well. Shellfeather wove through the territory, heading for the Riverclan camp. Her head was filled with images of being welcomed warmly, running to Russetswirl, and him welcoming her back with love and tears of joy, her kits coming to see her, herself crying over how much they've grown... Shellfeather was so very excited to see all her loved ones that she left. As she was walking, she looked over at Spicepaw, walking beside her. He had grown so much in the past 6 moons,
and he looked more like his father than ever. Both of them were thin and they didn't smell like Riverclan cats, but Spicepaw was practically a younger version of his father. There were muscles rippling beneath his ginger and brown swirled pelt, and his eyes were bright and determined as he walked on beside her. During their journey, Spicepaw had become quite a different cat. They had been attacked by rogues, and Spicepaw had to defend his weakened mother, who had gotten a deep scratch along her left shoulder that had gotten infected. In this fight with rogues, Spicepaw had nearly died, but he was able to get him and Shellfeather out of there with only two scars across his right eye as a lasting memory. Spicepaw had also taught himself to hunt, and he was very skilled at it. He had become very protective of his mother, as she was the only cat he was close to during this time where he changed. Shellfeather had taught Spicepaw what love was, and how to love others. Spice was still a closed off cat, but he was more vulnerable, and he was just grumpy most of the time, not evil. Shellfeather suddenly stopped, her nose lifted to the air. "Spicepaw,
we don't smell like Riverclan cats..." Spicepaw purred with amusement. "You just realized this?" Shellfeather nodded. "Yes, because I think I smell a cat"

[BluBunnie]

Ferrunn nodded at Frogleap. "Good. I know I can trust you." he mewed. He was way ahead of them. "Your a good influence, and I need you to tell some cats it trust about them, so there is more of a chance of them being caught. Okay?"

Fogleap nodded, "I'll tell some of my close friends that I trust about them!" He mewed. He was happy to help any cat, especially since these loners wanna destroy his clan and others clans.

[lone]

Wildpaw was admittedly a little irked when she learned that she couldn't quite hear his plans, but she told herself that his loyalty and respect was enough for now, and that he would stop at nothing to carry out those plans. As long as they both kept their ambition, it would be fine, and she would soon find out what he was going to do.


So, the scruffy grey Apprentice dipped her head in return, then peered up to meet his cool, green eyes with her own searing amber ones. "Fair enough." she meowed, much calmer than she had been a few minutes ago. Had it all been an act? Yes and no. She had to get his attention somehow, didn't she? And yet, she wasn't quite sure of why she wanted his attention in the first place. It wasn't for validation, or popularity, it was some urge deep in her belly, something that told her she needed to speak to this tom, no matter how much it aggravated him.

The wily young cat felt the weight of her newfound responsibility on her shoulders now, and something in Shadepaw's eyes told her that going against him now would end badly for her. She was all in now, and there was no going back.


Why did this thought give her so much adrenaline? She dug her claws deeper still into the earth, imagining it was a WindClan Warrior.
A smile spread over the tom's features as she agreed. At least this much was going right for him. Twitching his tail back and forth calmly, the tom blinked in surprise as she unsheathed her claws. If she was planning an attack, she would be in for quite a surprise... and, she would be badly mistaken if she thought she could pull it off. Shadepaw was a talented fighter, and if possible, better at hunting. His weakness? His vanity. The tom was so vain it was almost impossible to get him to say a single word against himself, though who would want to do that? Certainly not Shadepaw. He was prepared to fight until he won, and even longer then that. Until he was made a leader. Until he was respected and seen as a powerful figure throughout the Clan.
　
For that was Shadepaw's plan. He would be respected. He would be strong. He would be a powerful cat that was unstoppable, even more powerful then Bucknight. Too bad the previous leader was dead now. He'd been born and raised in that era, taught the things that he was supposed to know. And now it seemed like everything had suddenly gotten softer, quieter, like the gentle silence after a rainstorm. The type of silence that Shadepaw hated. "Perfect. For now, I guess you--" He stopped, realizing his mistake there. "We should work on fighting more. Sparring. Claws sheathed." His eyes showed that he was watching her, just waiting for her to make a single mistake or a protest. Then, he would be ready to stop the she cat. Claws sheathed for now, he thought. Perhaps later they would be fighting for their lives. And, in that case, they needed to be prepared for an enemy to claw them. No cat in their right mind would attack with their claws sheathed. It was suicide. His tail lashed back and forth and he waited for her approval.

[rascalcats]

A smile spread over the tom's features as she agreed. At least this much was going right for him. Twitching his tail back and forth calmly, the tom blinked in surprise as she unsheathed her claws. If she was planning an attack, she would be in for quite a surprise... and, she would be badly mistaken if she thought she could pull it off. Shadepaw was a talented fighter, and if possible, better at hunting. His weakness? His vanity. The tom was so vain it was almost impossible to get him to say a single word against himself, though who would want to do that? Certainly not Shadepaw. He was prepared to fight until he won, and even longer then that. Until he was made a leader. Until he was respected and seen as a powerful figure throughout the Clan.
　
For that was Shadepaw's plan. He would be respected. He would be strong. He would be a powerful cat that was unstoppable, even more powerful then Bucknight. Too bad the previous leader was dead now. He'd been born and raised in that era, taught the things that he was supposed to know. And now it seemed like everything had suddenly gotten softer, quieter, like the gentle silence after a rainstorm. The type of silence that Shadepaw hated. "Perfect. For now, I guess you--" He stopped, realizing his mistake there. "We should work on fighting more. Sparring. Claws sheathed." His eyes showed that he was watching her, just waiting for her to make a single mistake or a protest. Then, he would be ready to stop the she cat. Claws sheathed for now, he thought. Perhaps later they would be fighting for their lives. And, in that case, they needed to be prepared for an enemy to claw them. No cat in their right mind would attack with their claws sheathed. It was suicide. His tail lashed back and forth and he waited for her approval.


Wildpaw showed no hesitation at Shadepaw's suggestion. After shaking some dirt off of her claws, she sheathed them without protest and planted her paws firmly on the ground, spreading them apart a little to get a better hold on the ground, since she didn't have her claws to help root her down. The young grey Apprentice wasn't quite sure whether or not she should make the first move, so she stood still, her eyes burning with anticipation. As badly as she wanted to make the first move, and catch him off guard, she knew her place now, and that was under Shadepaw. Even if he had said they were equals, she knew the look in the tom's eye; the same look that had been in her father's when she defied him.

So, there she stood, watching every movement the older Apprentice made, right down to the slightest twitch of his whiskers, or the stirring of his pelt as the wind picked up a little.

[happycyanide]

Fogleap nodded, "I'll tell some of my close friends that I trust about them!" He mewed. He was happy to help any cat, especially since these loners wanna destroy his clan and others clans.

Ferrun smiled at Frogleap. Those two are finally going to be caught under his paws. "Thank You," he mewed. "Now, it may be best of I leave now."

[Fel]

@fenic

Shellfeather wearily sniffed the air. As soon as she did, her blue eyes lit up, for the first time since her and Spicepaw had been swept downriver. "Spicepaw! She yowled to her son, who was sniffing a reed a few mouse-lengths away. "Yes?" He meowed, walking over to her. "Don't you smell that? We are back in Riverclan territory!" Spicepaw, despite himself, smiled. "Really?" He stuck his nose in the air, and sure enough, he could smell the scents of his home. Home... Russetswirl, my kits... "Let's go!" Shellfeather yowled, her voice filled with the excitement of a kit out of the nursery for the first time. Spicepaw followed his mother, and he clearly showed excitement as well. Shellfeather wove through the territory, heading for the Riverclan camp. Her head was filled with images of being welcomed warmly, running to Russetswirl, and him welcoming her back with love and tears of joy, her kits coming to see her, herself crying over how much they've grown... Shellfeather was so very excited to see all her loved ones that she left. As she was walking, she looked over at Spicepaw, walking beside her. He had grown so much in the past 6 moons,
and he looked more like his father than ever. Both of them were thin and they didn't smell like Riverclan cats, but Spicepaw was practically a younger version of his father. There were muscles rippling beneath his ginger and brown swirled pelt, and his eyes were bright and determined as he walked on beside her. During their journey, Spicepaw had become quite a different cat. They had been attacked by rogues, and Spicepaw had to defend his weakened mother, who had gotten a deep scratch along her left shoulder that had gotten infected. In this fight with rogues, Spicepaw had nearly died, but he was able to get him and Shellfeather out of there with only two scars across his right eye as a lasting memory. Spicepaw had also taught himself to hunt, and he was very skilled at it. He had become very protective of his mother, as she was the only cat he was close to during this time where he changed. Shellfeather had taught Spicepaw what love was, and how to love others. Spice was still a closed off cat, but he was more vulnerable, and he was just grumpy most of the time, not evil. Shellfeather suddenly stopped, her nose lifted to the air. "Spicepaw,
we don't smell like Riverclan cats..." Spicepaw purred with amusement. "You just realized this?" Shellfeather nodded. "Yes, because I think I smell a cat"

Rabbitpaw had found that with every wander you take around the territory aimlessly, it seems like you'll find something interesting every time. So far, she'd met two ShadowClan cats around the border area- both apprentices, and around her age as well. One named Risingpaw, and another by the name of Pyrepaw- both who were kind towards her, despite the recent animosity between the two clans- the leaders didn't seem to like each other very much, though it didn't look like anyone was getting ready to start a fight. Dad and Cricketpaw have been so busy lately, and Shellkit's just... well, a kit, in the nursery. Applethorn's having kits too, I think- It's just me, right? I'm the only one who's... normal. She'd gotten used to not having a mother, and her brother being gone as well- her father had been stuck on their disappearance for awhile, and only about a moon ago had he managed to fall in love again-- with his best friend. He was nice, but she'd felt awkward around her step-father, mainly because she wasn't very sure how he even felt about her. She'd been feeling lonely, but all the cats she'd been meeting from this other clan made her feel needed again. Striding out into the territory again, she looked around quietly around the grasses, her tail flicking as she gazed around-- only to see a rather familiar pelt pass by.

The russet coloring seemed to alert her to Spicepaw's presence, as she hadn't noticed the ghostly figure of her mother's white pelt, which blended into the spare birch trees scattered around the area. However, she didn't know that her brother had come back from a disappearance that she presumed to be his death, and that their mother was coming with him. Immediately heading toward the figure, she figured the could snag a conversation with either her dad or her sister with them being out in the territory alone, calling out towards them as she bounded through the watery area. "Hey, Dad- Cricketpaw, whichever you are!" Rabbitpaw joked around as she prodded around for sign of her family member. "Where are yooouuu?" She laughed, putting emphasis on her last word as she grinned.

[BluBunnie]

Ferrun smiled at Frogleap. Those two are finally going to be caught under his paws. "Thank You," he mewed. "Now, it may be best of I leave now."

Fogleap nodded in agreement, "that would probably best. Patrol might come by at anytime."

[RedHead]

Rabbitpaw had found that with every wander you take around the territory aimlessly, it seems like you'll find something interesting every time. So far, she'd met two ShadowClan cats around the border area- both apprentices, and around her age as well. One named Risingpaw, and another by the name of Pyrepaw- both who were kind towards her, despite the recent animosity between the two clans- the leaders didn't seem to like each other very much, though it didn't look like anyone was getting ready to start a fight. Dad and Cricketpaw have been so busy lately, and Shellkit's just... well, a kit, in the nursery. Applethorn's having kits too, I think- It's just me, right? I'm the only one who's... normal. She'd gotten used to not having a mother, and her brother being gone as well- her father had been stuck on their disappearance for awhile, and only about a moon ago had he managed to fall in love again-- with his best friend. He was nice, but she'd felt awkward around her step-father, mainly because she wasn't very sure how he even felt about her. She'd been feeling lonely, but all the cats she'd been meeting from this other clan made her feel needed again. Striding out into the territory again, she looked around quietly around the grasses, her tail flicking as she gazed around-- only to see a rather familiar pelt pass by.

The russet coloring seemed to alert her to Spicepaw's presence, as she hadn't noticed the ghostly figure of her mother's white pelt, which blended into the spare birch trees scattered around the area. However, she didn't know that her brother had come back from a disappearance that she presumed to be his death, and that their mother was coming with him. Immediately heading toward the figure, she figured the could snag a conversation with either her dad or her sister with them being out in the territory alone, calling out towards them as she bounded through the watery area. "Hey, Dad- Cricketpaw, whichever you are!" Rabbitpaw joked around as she prodded around for sign of her family member. "Where are yooouuu?" She laughed, putting emphasis on her last word as she grinned.


At the sound of a young, female-sounding voice, Shellfeather's ears pricked up. She caught the cat's scent, and instantly knew who it was.
Even though she'd been gone, Shellfeather had always been able to pick out her kit's scents, even from a crowd of foul-smelling cats. The scent had changed a bit, older, but Shell still knew who it was. "Rabbitpaw?" Her voice came out as a whisper. Spicepaw's ears had also swiveled forwards at the call, and, like his mother, was able to pick out exactly who it was. His eyes lit up, he knew right now was no time to try and be closed off. His sister was here! At her call for Cricketpaw, and their father, Spicepaw was reassured that his other sister was alive and well. He sniffed the air to try and spot her, but he could not pick up his other sister's scent.
Shellfeather ran forward, all thoughts of her weariness and doubt gone. She burst from the bushes, expecting to see Cricketpaw and Russetswirl there as well, but she only saw a small, figure. Still, Shellfeather's eyes welled up with tears at the sight of her daughter. "Rabbitpaw?" She said again, louder this time, but it still sounded like a question, like she couldn't believe it. Spicepaw stood next to his mother, his eyes sparkling with tears that were just waiting to roll down his face. A smile spread across his face, the first in a long time."Rabbitpaw!" He yowled.

[Fel]

At the sound of a young, female-sounding voice, Shellfeather's ears pricked up. She caught the cat's scent, and instantly knew who it was.
Even though she'd been gone, Shellfeather had always been able to pick out her kit's scents, even from a crowd of foul-smelling cats. The scent had changed a bit, older, but Shell still knew who it was. "Rabbitpaw?" Her voice came out as a whisper. Spicepaw's ears had also swiveled forwards at the call, and, like his mother, was able to pick out exactly who it was. His eyes lit up, he knew right now was no time to try and be closed off. His sister was here! At her call for Cricketpaw, and their father, Spicepaw was reassured that his other sister was alive and well. He sniffed the air to try and spot her, but he could not pick up his other sister's scent.
Shellfeather ran forward, all thoughts of her weariness and doubt gone. She burst from the bushes, expecting to see Cricketpaw and Russetswirl there as well, but she only saw a small, figure. Still, Shellfeather's eyes welled up with tears at the sight of her daughter. "Rabbitpaw?" She said again, louder this time, but it still sounded like a question, like she couldn't believe it. Spicepaw stood next to his mother, his eyes sparkling with tears that were just waiting to roll down his face. A smile spread across his face, the first in a long time."Rabbitpaw!" He yowled.

As Rabbitpaw drew closer towards the figure's scent, she was suddenly surprised by two cats almost exploding out of the bushes near her- two cats that she never thought she'd ever see again. Immediately, her face began to light up with joy as she smiled, this time less of a playful grin and more of a truly happy beam. "...Mom? Spicepaw?" She trembled, her face looking like she was about to cry- but she didn.'t. The molly ran up towards her mother and brother, nuzzling them instantly as she laughed kindly, her eyes glinting with happiness. "I missed you, I missed you so much- where were you?" She exclaimed, her face suddenly converting to one of worry as she realized that they'd been gone for so long. Something had happened to them, and she didn't know what had caused the pair to suddenly leave RiverClan forever. "I didn't know where you'd been... Cricketpaw, and Dad-- they missed you so much." Shellkit and Whisperblaze-- I don't know if they even remember you, because I don't think you ever met.

[happycyanide]

Fogleap nodded in agreement, "that would probably best. Patrol might come by at anytime."

Ferrun began to is off after saying goodbye to Frogleap. "The best of luck to you, my friend!" he shouted over his shoulder.

[RedHead]

As Rabbitpaw drew closer towards the figure's scent, she was suddenly surprised by two cats almost exploding out of the bushes near her- two cats that she never thought she'd ever see again. Immediately, her face began to light up with joy as she smiled, this time less of a playful grin and more of a truly happy beam. "...Mom? Spicepaw?" She trembled, her face looking like she was about to cry- but she didn.'t. The molly ran up towards her mother and brother, nuzzling them instantly as she laughed kindly, her eyes glinting with happiness. "I missed you, I missed you so much- where were you?" She exclaimed, her face suddenly converting to one of worry as she realized that they'd been gone for so long. Something had happened to them, and she didn't know what had caused the pair to suddenly leave RiverClan forever. "I didn't know where you'd been... Cricketpaw, and Dad-- they missed you so much." Shellkit and Whisperblaze-- I don't know if they even remember you, because I don't think you ever met.


Shellfeather licked and nuzzled her daughter back as she ran up to them. Tears were flowing down the pale she-cat's face, but she didn't care.
These were tears of happiness and joy. "I am so, so, so sorry!" Shellfeather exclaimed, pulling back from Rabbitpaw. We tried to make it here sooner, but it was all so difficult, and we got lost." Shellfeather's ears dropped in shame.
"It all started though, because someone here can't swim..." She purred,
nudging Spicepaw. The young tom lifted his head defiantly. "Hey, at least I can fight. I saved your life multiple times!" Shellfeather rolled her eyes, then turned the brilliant blue orbs back to her daughter. "So, Cricketpaw and Applethorn are okay? And Russetswirl?" She purred, thinking of the other members of her family. "I can't wait to see them again!" She smiled brightly at Rabbitpaw. "And look how much you've grown!" She purred, looking the apprentice up and down. Spicepaw nodded in agreement to Shellfeather's statement. "I myself have grown too." He added, not wanting to be left out of the conversation. Shellfeather purred. "He looks so much like his father, it's actually kind of scary." She told Rabbitpaw, laughing.

[BluBunnie]

Ferrun began to is off after saying goodbye to Frogleap. "The best of luck to you, my friend!" he shouted over his shoulder.

"Good luck to you as well!" he shouted back and turned to run back to camp.

[Lawlipop]

"...I'm fine." Applethorn mumbled as Dappleblossom had told her that she'd looked sick- though she didn't feel very well, she refused to admit it, knowing that it'd just be another sign of weakness towards somebody she barely even knew. However, even if Dappleblossom was a friend of her father's, she didn't seem to be rude in any way, which was a relief towards her. She wasn't interested in being snapped at while trying to get some rest in a walk in the territory, though the calico's apprentice happened to fill that spot in just as soon as she talked about it. "I didn't say anything." She huffed towards the abnormally small apprentice- though in those few words, she'd revealed a weakness- Tinypaw's was that of feeling as small as she actually was, and Applethorn's own was that she wasn't nice to anyone who showed her the slightest amount of disrespect- if somebody even flicked her tail slightly in the wrong connotation, she'd be thirsty for revenge. I wonder how well she can swim with those... small legs?


meraki

"Well then, I guess I won't argue with you." Dappleblossom mewed. "You know your body more than I do so I guess..." Dappleblossom twitched her tail and furrowed her face at the way Tinypaw snapped at the cat for not doing anything. She stands in front of Tinypaw. "Now Tinypaw," she started with a stern voice. "That is no way to speak to another cat like that." Her voice was usually very sweet sounding with her posture loose as well as having soft green eyes, but now they were sharp, her posture stiff and her voice sounded a bit more rough. "She is just here to ask for our company, there is no reason to hiss at her for that." Softening her eyes and voice, she adds, "She is part of our clan, there is no reason to be hostile, alright?" If only Dappleblossom could see and hear what she sounded like. To another cat, it would look like she is a sweet but rule demanding mother talking to her kit. Looking back up at the she-cat, she smiles apologetically. "I'm so very sorry for how my apprentice behaved just now. I just got her today, so this is my first day with her." looking down at Tinypaw, then back at the "sick" molly. " I was going to show her where the river is, maybe drinking some of the water will make you feel better?" Dappleblossom's green orbs light up in realization. "Oh, I almost forgot to introduce ourselves. My name is Dappleblossom and I'm sure you've already met my new apprentice, Tinypaw." she wisecracked, pointing her tail towards the small cat.

[lone]

Wildpaw showed no hesitation at Shadepaw's suggestion. After shaking some dirt off of her claws, she sheathed them without protest and planted her paws firmly on the ground, spreading them apart a little to get a better hold on the ground, since she didn't have her claws to help root her down. The young grey Apprentice wasn't quite sure whether or not she should make the first move, so she stood still, her eyes burning with anticipation. As badly as she wanted to make the first move, and catch him off guard, she knew her place now, and that was under Shadepaw. Even if he had said they were equals, she knew the look in the tom's eye; the same look that had been in her father's when she defied him.



So, there she stood, watching every movement the older Apprentice made, right down to the slightest twitch of his whiskers, or the stirring of his pelt as the wind picked up a little.
For a moment longer, Shadepaw stood there. He was analyzing every movement that Wildpaw made, analyzing her assumed weak points and her even more strongly assumed strong points. She seemed to be weak in her chest; it wasn't quite as broad as his own, and her sides looked a little sunken as well. That was either a sign that she was just a slim cat, or a sign that she was weaker in those places. But all of her limbs and her back were strong and firm, and Shadepaw knew there was no room for error here. He was going to have to hit her right in the chest if he wanted to win this sparring battle... it was likely to knock the wind out of her, but he wasn't playing with kit-gloves. Technically he was, keeping his claws sheathed... a move that just might cost him the battle, but as long as she didn't cheat to win he was okay with her doing so. After all... if he were going to have a partner, an equal in this, they would have to be strong. And, he would still keep her on if he beat her. No one had beat Shadepaw sparring before. He was a strong, well built apprentice. But; there was a first time for everything, and the expression on the she cat's features seemed to hint that this was going to be his first time to be beaten.
　

[rascalcats]

For a moment longer, Shadepaw stood there. He was analyzing every movement that Wildpaw made, analyzing her assumed weak points and her even more strongly assumed strong points. She seemed to be weak in her chest; it wasn't quite as broad as his own, and her sides looked a little sunken as well. That was either a sign that she was just a slim cat, or a sign that she was weaker in those places. But all of her limbs and her back were strong and firm, and Shadepaw knew there was no room for error here. He was going to have to hit her right in the chest if he wanted to win this sparring battle... it was likely to knock the wind out of her, but he wasn't playing with kit-gloves. Technically he was, keeping his claws sheathed... a move that just might cost him the battle, but as long as she didn't cheat to win he was okay with her doing so. After all... if he were going to have a partner, an equal in this, they would have to be strong. And, he would still keep her on if he beat her. No one had beat Shadepaw sparring before. He was a strong, well built apprentice. But; there was a first time for everything, and the expression on the she cat's features seemed to hint that this was going to be his first time to be beaten.
　


As Wildpaw studied Shadepaw, the older Apprentice seemed to be studying her just as carefully. Admittedly, the scruffy grey cat was a little intimidated by the broadness of his chest and shoulders, but there was no way she was going to let them see that. After a few more heartbeats, Wildpaw decided that she had gotten as much information as she was able to get just by looking at him. He was a well-muscled cat, much larger and probably stronger than she was, but his legs seemed slimmer than hers were. The most obvious of his features surprisingly weren't his muscles, though, it was the spotlessness of his pelt. It was as if he spent all of his free time washing it.

Of course, a tom as vain as him couldn't stand to have a dirty pelt. she thought to herself. She wasn't really judging him, just thinking of ways to get the upper paw, and she may have just unlocked the biggest clue to beating him.

With that piece of information in mind, Wildpaw leaped forward, aiming for Shadepaw's legs. If she succeeded in knocking him over, perhaps he would be momentarily distracted by the dirt and mud on his pelt, and she could maneuver herself into a position that would guarantee her victory.

(OOC: These are Wildpaw's observations, and they can be as wrong as you'd like them to be XD)

[lone]

As Wildpaw studied Shadepaw, the older Apprentice seemed to be studying her just as carefully. Admittedly, the scruffy grey cat was a little intimidated by the broadness of his chest and shoulders, but there was no way she was going to let them see that. After a few more heartbeats, Wildpaw decided that she had gotten as much information as she was able to get just by looking at him. He was a well-muscled cat, much larger and probably stronger than she was, but his legs seemed slimmer than hers were. The most obvious of his features surprisingly weren't his muscles, though, it was the spotlessness of his pelt. It was as if he spent all of his free time washing it.


Of course, a tom as vain as him couldn't stand to have a dirty pelt. she thought to herself. She wasn't really judging him, just thinking of ways to get the upper paw, and she may have just unlocked the biggest clue to beating him.

With that piece of information in mind, Wildpaw leaped forward, aiming for Shadepaw's legs. If she succeeded in knocking him over, perhaps he would be momentarily distracted by the dirt and mud on his pelt, and she could maneuver herself into a position that would guarantee her victory.


(OOC: These are Wildpaw's observations, and they can be as wrong as you'd like them to be XD)
Truth be told, Shadepaw was surprised by Wildpaw's move. Aiming for his legs was a good idea; they weren't quite as well built as his back and chest; but they were still strong enough to stand firm when she slammed into them. Still, caught off guard by this, Shadepaw struggled to stand upright before finally toppling over, rolling in the dirt on the ground and getting quite a bit of mud on his pelt. One of the disadvantages of living in RiverClan was that everywhere he looked, the ground was quite muddy. All that snow melting and stuff. Now that it was greenleaf, rain would be abundant throughout the territory as well. Annoying, in his opinion. Nothing but a bother to everyone. A bother that he could ill-afford. The tom continued to roll until he hit something and even then, he was on the ground. "Fighting dirty, are we?" He asked with a cold gleam in his eye before they seemed to both become just a little warmer. "Congratulations. You've earned my respect." Lowering his head politely, the tom looked up at the feline to see her reaction. Either she would be pleased that she had managed to get some respect out of him, or she would be annoyed that he was just now giving it to her. But, it wasn't something that Shadepaw just 'gave away' all the time. She should be pleased, though whether she would be or not was honestly up to her more then anyone else. After all, despite her being his "equal"... he couldn't tell her how to live her own private life, away from him.

[rascalcats]

Truth be told, Shadepaw was surprised by Wildpaw's move. Aiming for his legs was a good idea; they weren't quite as well built as his back and chest; but they were still strong enough to stand firm when she slammed into them. Still, caught off guard by this, Shadepaw struggled to stand upright before finally toppling over, rolling in the dirt on the ground and getting quite a bit of mud on his pelt. One of the disadvantages of living in RiverClan was that everywhere he looked, the ground was quite muddy. All that snow melting and stuff. Now that it was greenleaf, rain would be abundant throughout the territory as well. Annoying, in his opinion. Nothing but a bother to everyone. A bother that he could ill-afford. The tom continued to roll until he hit something and even then, he was on the ground. "Fighting dirty, are we?" He asked with a cold gleam in his eye before they seemed to both become just a little warmer. "Congratulations. You've earned my respect." Lowering his head politely, the tom looked up at the feline to see her reaction. Either she would be pleased that she had managed to get some respect out of him, or she would be annoyed that he was just now giving it to her. But, it wasn't something that Shadepaw just 'gave away' all the time. She should be pleased, though whether she would be or not was honestly up to her more then anyone else. After all, despite her being his "equal"... he couldn't tell her how to live her own private life, away from him.


Wildpaw looked on proudly as Shadepaw toppled over and fell into the mud, then rolled a few fox-lengths. She wasn't expecting him to be caught that off-guard. Still, however badly she wanted to gloat, she kept her mouth shut until Shadepaw told her that she had earned his respect. At this, a wide, menacing smile spread across the small Apprentice's face, teeth white and gleaming in the sunlight. "Lovely." she purred, using the same word her father had used when something worked out in his favor.

Wildpaw shuffled about a little to keep her paws from sinking into the mud, and twitched an ear. "Is that it? Or are we going to keep sparring?" She was enthusiastic about learning to fight, especially since her sparring partner had been an Apprentice for longer than she had and probably knew far better moves than she did.

Minnoweye will be impressed next time we go out to train, if this keeps up. she thought to herself. Her mentor's sharp, yet unseeing eyes flashed in her memory for a moment, followed by the warm green gaze of her former mentor, Fernflower, who had died. Fernflower had been like a mother to her, but she wasn't one for battle training, or fighting in general, and that seemed to have cost her.

[Fel]

Shellfeather licked and nuzzled her daughter back as she ran up to them. Tears were flowing down the pale she-cat's face, but she didn't care.
These were tears of happiness and joy. "I am so, so, so sorry!" Shellfeather exclaimed, pulling back from Rabbitpaw. We tried to make it here sooner, but it was all so difficult, and we got lost." Shellfeather's ears dropped in shame.
"It all started though, because someone here can't swim..." She purred,
nudging Spicepaw. The young tom lifted his head defiantly. "Hey, at least I can fight. I saved your life multiple times!" Shellfeather rolled her eyes, then turned the brilliant blue orbs back to her daughter. "So, Cricketpaw and Applethorn are okay? And Russetswirl?" She purred, thinking of the other members of her family. "I can't wait to see them again!" She smiled brightly at Rabbitpaw. "And look how much you've grown!" She purred, looking the apprentice up and down. Spicepaw nodded in agreement to Shellfeather's statement. "I myself have grown too." He added, not wanting to be left out of the conversation. Shellfeather purred. "He looks so much like his father, it's actually kind of scary." She told Rabbitpaw, laughing.
"...You were gone so long." Rabbitpaw whispered, her gaze looking torn for a second before trying to brighten up. She didn't want to tell her about the fact that her father had just gotten over her, that he'd fallen in love with somebody else. She tried to turn the scenario into something else, something happier- in fact, there were so many happy things that had happened while her mother had been away- but she'd felt so abandoned. She didn't want to admit it, but she'd just gotten used to her disappearance, and her father would be shaken up if she told him her mother was back. "A lot's happened since you left- Dad's got a different name. Bucknight was found to be evil, filled with malice, and Thornfrost too- the former was killed, and my aunt- she was exiled. Dad- Russetstar took his place as the leader. Plus, Cricketpaw, she's an apprentice too- her mentor's Geckoleaf. She's a medicine cat apprentice, so I think she's super important now." She started explaining, her tail flicking from side to side as she talked on and on.
"Dad adopted another kit, too- he named her Shellkit, because... well, I think you can understand why. She looks just like you, too- she's my sister, and one of my best friends as well. I don't really think I have many friends in RiverClan, though, to be honest- I'm a little bit on the outs right now."

[Casual Scribbles]

Fallenspirit padded out into the territory. She could hear Marshfur following her. She didn't care, so long as he brought something back for Rainberry. After padding along in silence for a while, it became unbearable; a wall pressing down on her, making it hard to focus. "What made you say yes?" she murmured quietly, not entirely sure if he'd hear her. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted him to hear her. The tabby she-cat just needed some nose to bring a reprieve from the silence. She didn't look back, just kept trekking steadily on towards the river. No one would have been able to know that she'd said anything unless they had heard her meow the five simple words, quiet as a spring breeze.

Fiery

[RedHead]

"...You were gone so long." Rabbitpaw whispered, her gaze looking torn for a second before trying to brighten up. She didn't want to tell her about the fact that her father had just gotten over her, that he'd fallen in love with somebody else. She tried to turn the scenario into something else, something happier- in fact, there were so many happy things that had happened while her mother had been away- but she'd felt so abandoned. She didn't want to admit it, but she'd just gotten used to her disappearance, and her father would be shaken up if she told him her mother was back. "A lot's happened since you left- Dad's got a different name. Bucknight was found to be evil, filled with malice, and Thornfrost too- the former was killed, and my aunt- she was exiled. Dad- Russetstar took his place as the leader. Plus, Cricketpaw, she's an apprentice too- her mentor's Geckoleaf. She's a medicine cat apprentice, so I think she's super important now." She started explaining, her tail flicking from side to side as she talked on and on.
"Dad adopted another kit, too- he named her Shellkit, because... well, I think you can understand why. She looks just like you, too- she's my sister, and one of my best friends as well. I don't really think I have many friends in RiverClan, though, to be honest- I'm a little bit on the outs right now."


Shellfeather's brilliant blue eyes continued to widen as Rabbitpaw told her all the events that had happened while herself and Spicepaw had been away. When her kit was done explaining, Shell looked up to the sky, closing her eyes. "All this time, I was worried Riverclan would be so different when we got back." She opened her eyes and looked at Rabbitpaw again, a smile spreading across her face. "Looks like I was right, but it was a change for the better!"
Shellfeather purred, her tail waving in the air happily. "And don't worry Rabbitpaw! Spicepaw and me are here now, you won't feel alone any longer!" Spicepaw had been sitting silently by her side, and now he spoke up. "So, dad's leader now? And Cricket's the Medicine Cat Apprentice. You must be proud." He meowed, not much emotion in his voice. Shellfeather leaped to her feet and started walking towards the camp again. "Well I'm very proud of both of them! I'm going to go see Russetstar right now, congratulate him, catch up with him, meet this cute Shellkit, congratulate Cricketpaw..." Shellfeather's voice trailed off as she walked farther away. Spicepaw looked at his sister, his yellow-green eyes showing a hint of amusement. "We better follow her." He meowed. From Rabbitpaw he had sensed something was off in the air, and he wanted to make sure his mother would be safe. Spicepaw got to his paws and followed Shellfeather towards the camp.

[lone]

Wildpaw looked on proudly as Shadepaw toppled over and fell into the mud, then rolled a few fox-lengths. She wasn't expecting him to be caught that off-guard. Still, however badly she wanted to gloat, she kept her mouth shut until Shadepaw told her that she had earned his respect. At this, a wide, menacing smile spread across the small Apprentice's face, teeth white and gleaming in the sunlight. "Lovely." she purred, using the same word her father had used when something worked out in his favor.


Wildpaw shuffled about a little to keep her paws from sinking into the mud, and twitched an ear. "Is that it? Or are we going to keep sparring?" She was enthusiastic about learning to fight, especially since her sparring partner had been an Apprentice for longer than she had and probably knew far better moves than she did.


Minnoweye will be impressed next time we go out to train, if this keeps up. she thought to herself. Her mentor's sharp, yet unseeing eyes flashed in her memory for a moment, followed by the warm green gaze of her former mentor, Fernflower, who had died. Fernflower had been like a mother to her, but she wasn't one for battle training, or fighting in general, and that seemed to have cost her.
"Keep going." Shadepaw mewed through gritted teeth. Despite being impressed-- and respectful-- of the apprentice before him, he hated to be beaten. Almost everyone knew that about him, and almost everyone refrained from doing so. And yet in an instant, this she cat had knocked him over. Wonderful. He leapt to his paws, and then in the next instant aimed for her chest, leaping through the air. His goal? To pin her. Perhaps knock some of the wind out of her, that would show her who was boss. Of course he didn't really want to hurt the younger cat. Just show her a thing or two. That would be fine, right? No one would care. No one would miss a scruffy apprentice if things did end up going downhill, though. But him? Oh, everyone would miss him. There would be crying, and worrying, and fretting all around. No one would be able to go on without the handsome black tom for long. Of course not! He was Shadepaw. The most powerful apprentice in at least a hundred moons. Or... since whenever Bucknight had ruled, surely the tom must have been a powerful apprentice as well. Shadepaw wished that he were as strong as the former, now dead, leader. But he wasn't. And he never would be, he would... constantly be working at it. Hoping that the blow would knock her over, Shadepaw seemed to hang in the air forever. At least it felt that way to him. Time itself was always so slow when he moved. And yet he never saw his opponents move out of the way, but he was off anyways. If only he knew what side they were going to move to. Then he would always win.
　

[rascalcats]

"Keep going." Shadepaw mewed through gritted teeth. Despite being impressed-- and respectful-- of the apprentice before him, he hated to be beaten. Almost everyone knew that about him, and almost everyone refrained from doing so. And yet in an instant, this she cat had knocked him over. Wonderful. He leapt to his paws, and then in the next instant aimed for her chest, leaping through the air. His goal? To pin her. Perhaps knock some of the wind out of her, that would show her who was boss. Of course he didn't really want to hurt the younger cat. Just show her a thing or two. That would be fine, right? No one would care. No one would miss a scruffy apprentice if things did end up going downhill, though. But him? Oh, everyone would miss him. There would be crying, and worrying, and fretting all around. No one would be able to go on without the handsome black tom for long. Of course not! He was Shadepaw. The most powerful apprentice in at least a hundred moons. Or... since whenever Bucknight had ruled, surely the tom must have been a powerful apprentice as well. Shadepaw wished that he were as strong as the former, now dead, leader. But he wasn't. And he never would be, he would... constantly be working at it. Hoping that the blow would knock her over, Shadepaw seemed to hang in the air forever. At least it felt that way to him. Time itself was always so slow when he moved. And yet he never saw his opponents move out of the way, but he was off anyways. If only he knew what side they were going to move to. Then he would always win.
　


Wildpaw was expecting Shadepaw to strike first this time, but nothing could have prepared her for the swiftness of his attack. His blow to her chest knocked the wind out of her, but she was able to keep the momentum of her roll going so she could avoid being pinned. Heaving for breath, Wildpaw attempted to lay some blows onto her opponent's shoulders, but the lack of air in her lungs made her moves sluggish.

Grunting with effort, Wildpaw dropped back onto all fours and backed off, holding her tail in the air as a sign of surrender.

"Let me... catch my breath..." she puffed. As much as she hated to "retreat" from a battle, she knew that, in some cases, she had to in order to avoid severe injury or death. If Fernflower had taught her one thing, it was that.

Even as she tried to work some air into her lungs, Wildpaw kept a close eye on Shadepaw. She wasn't sure if he would respect her surrender, or if he would attack her again, while she was weakened.

[lone]

Wildpaw was expecting Shadepaw to strike first this time, but nothing could have prepared her for the swiftness of his attack. His blow to her chest knocked the wind out of her, but she was able to keep the momentum of her roll going so she could avoid being pinned. Heaving for breath, Wildpaw attempted to lay some blows onto her opponent's shoulders, but the lack of air in her lungs made her moves sluggish.


Grunting with effort, Wildpaw dropped back onto all fours and backed off, holding her tail in the air as a sign of surrender.

"Let me... catch my breath..." she puffed. As much as she hated to "retreat" from a battle, she knew that, in some cases, she had to in order to avoid severe injury or death. If Fernflower had taught her one thing, it was that.


Even as she tried to work some air into her lungs, Wildpaw kept a close eye on Shadepaw. She wasn't sure if he would respect her surrender, or if he would attack her again, while she was weakened.
Of course Shadepaw would respect the fact that she surrendered. After all, that too, took courage... he knew she must be wondering what he thought. Obviously; they might be equals, but he was still the one making this plan. He was still the one with the idea. The dream. The vision. The one who would be carrying it out to the best of his ability... with her, don't forget, his mind reminded him. Oh, of course. How could I forget? he thought, a small smile creeping up along his maw. It was eerie. And looked as though he were planning something not at all pleasant. Of course it would look that way; for Shadepaw was not the most pleasant of cats, and anything he was planning couldn't be too good. "Let me know when you're finished." He mewed in a cool, calm voice. There was no trace of concern. Mainly because there was no concern felt. She would be fine! Obviously. She wasn't hurt at all. Not that he could tell, anyways. And besides, if she was actually hurt he would either send her away (with much disappointment) or take it easy on her. It would be her choice. Her chance to show him how much she could take before she cracked... or, as he preferred to think of it, how little she could take. Later would be claws unsheathed. There would be no mercy shown. He hoped she realized how lucky she was he wasn't keeping on right this moment.

[rascalcats]

Of course Shadepaw would respect the fact that she surrendered. After all, that too, took courage... he knew she must be wondering what he thought. Obviously; they might be equals, but he was still the one making this plan. He was still the one with the idea. The dream. The vision. The one who would be carrying it out to the best of his ability... with her, don't forget, his mind reminded him. Oh, of course. How could I forget? he thought, a small smile creeping up along his maw. It was eerie. And looked as though he were planning something not at all pleasant. Of course it would look that way; for Shadepaw was not the most pleasant of cats, and anything he was planning couldn't be too good. "Let me know when you're finished." He mewed in a cool, calm voice. There was no trace of concern. Mainly because there was no concern felt. She would be fine! Obviously. She wasn't hurt at all. Not that he could tell, anyways. And besides, if she was actually hurt he would either send her away (with much disappointment) or take it easy on her. It would be her choice. Her chance to show him how much she could take before she cracked... or, as he preferred to think of it, how little she could take. Later would be claws unsheathed. There would be no mercy shown. He hoped she realized how lucky she was he wasn't keeping on right this moment.


Wildpaw only took a moment to recover, knowing that if she took too long, she would lose the respect she had just earned. So, she stood for a few moments, taking deep, labored breaths, but once it was somewhat under control, she straightened. Her chest was still heaving, but not as badly as it had been, and she set her jaw, determination clear in her eyes.

"I'm finished." she meowed. "Let's go again." She flexed her claws within their sheathes, reminding herself not to let them slide out just yet, however much she yearned to. She had a hunch that they would be practicing with claws soon enough, and now she should just focus on getting a feel for Shadepaw's tactics.

I can't go for his legs again; he'll know what I'm doing the moment I spring. But the rest of his body is so powerful... I could blind him with dust... no, it's too muddy to fling up. The space is too open to surprise him... Wildpaw ran over tactics of her own in her head, but each one she thought of, she could come up with a well-reasoned argument for. Finally, she gave up. She'd just have to see what Shadepaw did first.

[Fel]

Shellfeather's brilliant blue eyes continued to widen as Rabbitpaw told her all the events that had happened while herself and Spicepaw had been away. When her kit was done explaining, Shell looked up to the sky, closing her eyes. "All this time, I was worried Riverclan would be so different when we got back." She opened her eyes and looked at Rabbitpaw again, a smile spreading across her face. "Looks like I was right, but it was a change for the better!"
Shellfeather purred, her tail waving in the air happily. "And don't worry Rabbitpaw! Spicepaw and me are here now, you won't feel alone any longer!" Spicepaw had been sitting silently by her side, and now he spoke up. "So, dad's leader now? And Cricket's the Medicine Cat Apprentice. You must be proud." He meowed, not much emotion in his voice. Shellfeather leaped to her feet and started walking towards the camp again. "Well I'm very proud of both of them! I'm going to go see Russetstar right now, congratulate him, catch up with him, meet this cute Shellkit, congratulate Cricketpaw..." Shellfeather's voice trailed off as she walked farther away. Spicepaw looked at his sister, his yellow-green eyes showing a hint of amusement. "We better follow her." He meowed. From Rabbitpaw he had sensed something was off in the air, and he wanted to make sure his mother would be safe. Spicepaw got to his paws and followed Shellfeather towards the camp.

"...Yeah, I'm proud. It's been a bit lonely by myself, though-- it's like everyone's all so busy." Rabbitpaw smiled awkwardly, but as Shellfeather bounded towards camp in a flash, her fur stuck up in alarm. Dad's going to freak out! She was worried for him- he was always so stressed, and this would only help to make him feel even worse at a time like this. She had to help him through it, though it looked like there was no stopping this cat, so she'd have to let her mother run. Glancing over towards Spicepaw with a rather confused expression, she could tell that he'd gotten nicer on the 'trip' he'd been on with Shellfeather- she would have to end up getting used to it. Though they'd still have Applethorn as the grump of the family, and of course her exiled aunt Thornfrost as well, she expected him to be a lot meaner than he really turned out to be. "Alright, I guess we should get going- it's nice to have you back, though. I thought you two were going to end up being gone forever." She remarked to her brother before sprinting towards her mother, blue eyes sparkling in worry.

She's going to be miserable when she finds out that he had to move on, that he fell in love with his best friend- but Russetstar is going to be miserable as well. Even I'm a little spooked- they suddenly left us all alone with no warning signs at all, and now they re-appear with even more surprise?

[Panic]

@Whisperingheart
Bigpaw padded in the territory, enjoying the warmer weather. She glanced around, looking for any sign of prey.[I]I want to come back with a mountain full of prey!"Yeah, I'm not heading back to camp until I catch a LOAD of food!" she mewed to herself.

[Whisperingheart]

His paws tread lightly as the tom carried a vole in his jaws. Only thing he had found so far today. It was kinda disheartening. However he was hoping that fishing from the river might be more forgiving. Even with the warmth in the air the sun was blocked by a large cloud. Maybe I should have just gone with some others. He thought to himself.

It wasn't long before the lilac and ginger tom came across the scent of another cat. They must have just been here. Curiosity overwhelmed him and he began to follow it right up until his yellow-green optics spotted the young apprentice."Yeah, I'm not heading back to camp until I catch a LOAD of food!" He heard her meow out to no cat in particular and a slight chuckle emited from him. Dropping his vole he called out to her "Would you like to join me in some fishing?"

Fenris

[Cosmo]

[QUOTE=Whisperingheart;238689]His paws tread lightly as the tom carried a vole in his jaws. Only thing he had found so far today. It was kinda disheartening. However he was hoping that fishing from the river might be more forgiving. Even with the warmth in the air the sun was blocked by a large cloud. Maybe I should have just gone with some others. He thought to himself.

It wasn't long before the lilac and ginger tom came across the scent of another cat. They must have just been here. Curiosity overwhelmed him and he began to follow it right up until his yellow-green optics spotted the young apprentice."Yeah, I'm not heading back to camp until I catch a LOAD of food!" He heard her meow out to no cat in particular and a slight chuckle emited from him. Dropping his vole he called out to her "Would you like to join me in some fishing?"

Fenris[/QUOTE
Doesong, smiled at Adderfeang and Bigpaw .She padded up to them."If you are going fishing, you're not going without me! she teased.

[Cosmo]

[QUOTE=Whisperingheart;238689]His paws tread lightly as the tom carried a vole in his jaws. Only thing he had found so

[Whisperingheart]

[ignoring all previous posts. Continuing from Warrior den exit.]

It wasn't long before the tom was trotting up 'his hill with a glance cast back behind for his companion. It was only once he reached the top that he came to a halt taking in the beauty of the sunrise. Its soft light illuminating the earth they lived on. Its soft orange and pink glow reflecting on the river's surface.

He didn't say much of anything but the view was spectacular this morning. He reclined onto his haunches simply taking it in.

Little Bird

[Fiery]

Fallenspirit padded out into the territory. She could hear Marshfur following her. She didn't care, so long as he brought something back for Rainberry. After padding along in silence for a while, it became unbearable; a wall pressing down on her, making it hard to focus. "What made you say yes?" she murmured quietly, not entirely sure if he'd hear her. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted him to hear her. The tabby she-cat just needed some nose to bring a reprieve from the silence. She didn't look back, just kept trekking steadily on towards the river. No one would have been able to know that she'd said anything unless they had heard her meow the five simple words, quiet as a spring breeze.

Fiery

Marshfur tilted his head in a questioning manner. "If you're talking about why I said yes to Rainberry, it was because she needed help raising here kits," he shifted his paws and averted his gaze to his paws "I have my own choice of who I want to be my mate," he responded to her, glancing up at her.

[Cosmo]

[ignoring all previous posts. Continuing from Warrior den exit.]

It wasn't long before the tom was trotting up 'his hill with a glance cast back behind for his companion. It was only once he reached the top that he came to a halt taking in the beauty of the sunrise. Its soft light illuminating the earth they lived on. Its soft orange and pink glow reflecting on the river's surface.

He didn't say much of anything but the view was spectacular this morning. He reclined onto his haunches simply taking it in.

Little Bird
Doesong gasped, it was truly beautiful, the soft orange and pink glow only softly touching the earth in a radiant movement that slowly moved. For a while Doesong just stared, the light danced of her pelt making her forget all previous worry and doubt. Doesong wished life was this beautiful, though it obviously wasn't. Doesong relaxed, she sat back on her haunches and simply smiled. A sudden realization hit her and she leaped on top of Adderfang playfully. "Do you even intend to hunt?!" she teased.

[Whisperingheart]

Doesong gasped, it was truly beautiful, the soft orange and pink glow only softly touching the earth in a radiant movement that slowly moved. For a while Doesong just stared, the light danced of her pelt making her forget all previous worry and doubt. Doesong wished life was this beautiful, though it obviously wasn't. Doesong relaxed, she sat back on her haunches and simply smiled. A sudden realization hit her and she leaped on top of Adderfang playfully. "Do you even intend to hunt?!" she teased.

One moment everything was all peaceful then next he was jumped by his companion leaving him laying in the dirt. Actually he had a mouthful of grass.

"Do you even intend to hunt?!"

Adderfangs took a moment to spit out the grass before replying to the she-cat. "Yes, I'm hunting grass can't you see?" He meowed at her in a slightly sarcastic yet teasing tone. Grass tasted so bad. Yuck. he thought scraping his salmon tongue against his teeth as though it would get rid of the disgusting taste.

[Cosmo]

One moment everything was all peaceful then next he was jumped by his companion leaving him laying in the dirt. Actually he had a mouthful of grass.

"Do you even intend to hunt?!"

Adderfangs took a moment to spit out the grass before replying to the she-cat. "Yes, I'm hunting grass can't you see?" He meowed at her in a slightly sarcastic yet teasing tone. Grass tasted so bad. Yuck. he thought scraping his salmon tongue against his teeth as though it would get rid of the disgusting taste.

"Ha,Ha Mr. Genius." Doesong laughed "By the way I bet Russetstar will be ever so proud of you."

[Whisperingheart]

"Ha,Ha Mr. Genius." Doesong laughed "By the way I bet Russetstar will be ever so proud of you."


"Ha,Ha Mr. Genius."

It was amusing so he wasn't surprised by her laughter. He didn't reply right away instead choosing to rise up off of the dirt and stand.

"By the way I bet Russetstar will be ever so proud of you."

"Well you have to be very talented to catch grass. I bet most cats cat even do it!" he spoke smoothly like it was some sort achievement with that glimmer of amusement in his greenish yellow eyes. Instead of continuing to wait for her to speak he freely ran down the hill to the waters edge and jumped atop the smooth river rocks. He stopped on the one furthest out from the shore and looked into the crystalline liquid. He could spot the outline of prey but they just weren't close enough to the surface yet.

[Cosmo]

"Ha,Ha Mr. Genius."

It was amusing so he wasn't surprised by her laughter. He didn't reply right away instead choosing to rise up off of the dirt and stand.

"By the way I bet Russetstar will be ever so proud of you."

"Well you have to be very talented to catch grass. I bet most cats cat even do it!" he spoke smoothly like it was some sort achievement with that glimmer of amusement in his greenish yellow eyes. Instead of continuing to wait for her to speak he freely ran down the hill to the waters edge and jumped atop the smooth river rocks. He stopped on the one furthest out from the shore and looked into the crystalline liquid. He could spot the outline of prey but they just weren't close enough to the surface yet.

"Hey!" Doesong yowled, running down after him. She followed him over the smooth rocks and locked her eyes on a fish, as soon as it was close enough she flashed out a paw, and hooked it. Doesong Imagined watching her own kits do the same, the thought warmed her.

[Whisperingheart]

"Hey!" Doesong yowled, running down after him. She followed him over the smooth rocks and locked her eyes on a fish, as soon as it was close enough she flashed out a paw, and hooked it. Doesong Imagined watching her own kits do the same, the thought warmed her.

He cast a glance at Doesong after hearing her climb onto the rocks. He noticed her staring into the water obviously fixated on something. Probably a fish his the tom had to guess. So he turned back to to his fishing spot. It couldn't have been very long after. Right as they were almost in range that he heard the splash. Confused he turned back to see Doesong with a fish.

That was quick. He thought to himself turning back to the water once more. The fish had receded deeper into the river. Actually any that didn't were foolish and lucky for him he spotted one not to far from his rock. The only down side was it meant actually jumping in.

For most cats that would be something that bothered them. However he was a Riverclan cat through and through and he gathered himself on the edge of his rock. Waiting for only a second more before jumping and diving head first into the liquid. He wasn't slow to react either the moment he could he snapped his parted jaws shut on the fish's tail and then began to sink. Other fish began to swish past him darting for the deep water. Lucky him though he managed to snag one extra fish with his front paws before pumping with his hind legs to bring him to the surface.

He was relieved to finally be able to breath again but took the time to readjust himself putting both fish tails in his mouth so he could paddle his way back to the rocks.

[rascalcats]

Wildpaw only took a moment to recover, knowing that if she took too long, she would lose the respect she had just earned. So, she stood for a few moments, taking deep, labored breaths, but once it was somewhat under control, she straightened. Her chest was still heaving, but not as badly as it had been, and she set her jaw, determination clear in her eyes.

"I'm finished." she meowed. "Let's go again." She flexed her claws within their sheathes, reminding herself not to let them slide out just yet, however much she yearned to. She had a hunch that they would be practicing with claws soon enough, and now she should just focus on getting a feel for Shadepaw's tactics.

I can't go for his legs again; he'll know what I'm doing the moment I spring. But the rest of his body is so powerful... I could blind him with dust... no, it's too muddy to fling up. The space is too open to surprise him... Wildpaw ran over tactics of her own in her head, but each one she thought of, she could come up with a well-reasoned argument for. Finally, she gave up. She'd just have to see what Shadepaw did first.

(Bumped at Lonestar23's request.)

[Cosmo]

He cast a glance at Doesong after hearing her climb onto the rocks. He noticed her staring into the water obviously fixated on something. Probably a fish his the tom had to guess. So he turned back to to his fishing spot. It couldn't have been very long after. Right as they were almost in range that he heard the splash. Confused he turned back to see Doesong with a fish.

That was quick. He thought to himself turning back to the water once more. The fish had receded deeper into the river. Actually any that didn't were foolish and lucky for him he spotted one not to far from his rock. The only down side was it meant actually jumping in.

For most cats that would be something that bothered them. However he was a Riverclan cat through and through and he gathered himself on the edge of his rock. Waiting for only a second more before jumping and diving head first into the liquid. He wasn't slow to react either the moment he could he snapped his parted jaws shut on the fish's tail and then began to sink. Other fish began to swish past him darting for the deep water. Lucky him though he managed to snag one extra fish with his front paws before pumping with his hind legs to bring him to the surface.

He was relieved to finally be able to breath again but took the time to readjust himself putting both fish tails in his mouth so he could paddle his way back to the rocks.

Doesong laughed at the sight, he looked ridiculous with fish tales hanging out of his mouth, though she guessed she looked the same. "Come on lets bring them to camp."

[lone]

Wildpaw only took a moment to recover, knowing that if she took too long, she would lose the respect she had just earned. So, she stood for a few moments, taking deep, labored breaths, but once it was somewhat under control, she straightened. Her chest was still heaving, but not as badly as it had been, and she set her jaw, determination clear in her eyes.


"I'm finished." she meowed. "Let's go again." She flexed her claws within their sheathes, reminding herself not to let them slide out just yet, however much she yearned to. She had a hunch that they would be practicing with claws soon enough, and now she should just focus on getting a feel for Shadepaw's tactics.


I can't go for his legs again; he'll know what I'm doing the moment I spring. But the rest of his body is so powerful... I could blind him with dust... no, it's too muddy to fling up. The space is too open to surprise him... Wildpaw ran over tactics of her own in her head, but each one she thought of, she could come up with a well-reasoned argument for. Finally, she gave up. She'd just have to see what Shadepaw did first.

Head for her chest. No, she'll see that coming. Back! I can pin her to the ground before she ever knows what hit her. The black tom was a whirlwind of thought, unsheathing his claws and digging them into the ground, feeling mud squishing both unpleasantly and pleasantly at the same time between his toes. Strange, but oddly enjoyable. "As you wish." His hues gleamed and he sheathed his claws, springing for her back. His goal? Why, of course to pin her to the ground and bat her around a little. Nothing too serious. Confidence was very strong within the tom as he planned to show her a thing or two about power. Teach her a thing or two about power. Unfortunately, Shadepaw seemed to care about that more then anything else. Even his new partner. Perhaps the word 'even' should be changed to 'especially'... at least for the moment being. Right now he was angry at having to share his coveted position with a scruffy grey female, but at least she was strong enough to hold her own against him. Recovered quickly. Nice. Her fighting style is a little sloppy; that can be changed. Strategy is good, though... might need some help with mine. Oh no, he wouldn't tell her that... just yet. When one of them was hurt, that's when he would ask. When either his pathetic or sympathetic side kicked in. Funny. They both had the word 'pathetic' in them, and yet had very different meanings. Though Shadepaw hated feeling anything with that word, sometimes he did whether he wanted to or not.

[rascalcats]

Head for her chest. No, she'll see that coming. Back! I can pin her to the ground before she ever knows what hit her. The black tom was a whirlwind of thought, unsheathing his claws and digging them into the ground, feeling mud squishing both unpleasantly and pleasantly at the same time between his toes. Strange, but oddly enjoyable. "As you wish." His hues gleamed and he sheathed his claws, springing for her back. His goal? Why, of course to pin her to the ground and bat her around a little. Nothing too serious. Confidence was very strong within the tom as he planned to show her a thing or two about power. Teach her a thing or two about power. Unfortunately, Shadepaw seemed to care about that more then anything else. Even his new partner. Perhaps the word 'even' should be changed to 'especially'... at least for the moment being. Right now he was angry at having to share his coveted position with a scruffy grey female, but at least she was strong enough to hold her own against him. Recovered quickly. Nice. Her fighting style is a little sloppy; that can be changed. Strategy is good, though... might need some help with mine. Oh no, he wouldn't tell her that... just yet. When one of them was hurt, that's when he would ask. When either his pathetic or sympathetic side kicked in. Funny. They both had the word 'pathetic' in them, and yet had very different meanings. Though Shadepaw hated feeling anything with that word, sometimes he did whether he wanted to or not. [/CENTER]


Wildpaw let out an oof as she was knocked to the ground, and before she could try and roll again, she was pinned to the ground with a pair of powerful paws.

"Mouse-dung!" she spat, writhing pathetically in his grip. Her mentor hadn't gone over what to do when she was pinned yet, but here she was in this position. She briefly thought of unsheathing her back claws and poking at him to surprise him, but she dismissed the thought as quickly as it came. If she started playing dirty, there was no telling what Shadepaw would do.

Instead, she bunched her hind legs up to her belly, like a newborn kit would, and aimed to kick at his stomach. Hard.

If she knocked the wind out of him, she might be able to wriggle free and box his ears, but if not... she would have to admit defeat again.

[lone]

Wildpaw let out an oof as she was knocked to the ground, and before she could try and roll again, she was pinned to the ground with a pair of powerful paws.


"Mouse-dung!" she spat, writhing pathetically in his grip. Her mentor hadn't gone over what to do when she was pinned yet, but here she was in this position. She briefly thought of unsheathing her back claws and poking at him to surprise him, but she dismissed the thought as quickly as it came. If she started playing dirty, there was no telling what Shadepaw would do.

Instead, she bunched her hind legs up to her belly, like a newborn kit would, and aimed to kick at his stomach. Hard.


If she knocked the wind out of him, she might be able to wriggle free and box his ears, but if not... she would have to admit defeat again.

Shadepaw smirked in triumph as the she cat writhed beneath him. He loved this. A lot. Seeing his enemies helpless was his favorite thing, and while Wildpaw wasn't necessarily an enemy of his, she wasn't a friend either. Allies-- correction, partners-- and friends were very, very different things. And it was quite easy to tell your feelings for an ally and a friend apart. So no, Shadepaw wasn't feeling hate or love very strongly towards the she cat. It was a neutral position. One that he was glad to have. Her kick came as a surprise, and it certainly made him angry for the moment being; not just at her, but at himself for allowing her to do that. However, Shadepaw had been kicked in the stomach more times then he could remember. The move was getting old. It still hurt, of course, but it didn't quite knock the wind completely out of him. Partway, resulting in an odd sort of half reel-back before he managed to regain his balance. "Tsk tsk, sweetheart. You're going to have to be better then that." True, he was angry that he had lost his balance, resulting in him losing his gain over her, but the tom sprang at her again-- hopefully he would be able to knock her over and pin her down before she knew what was happening. Otherwise it would be simply too embarassing, talking to her about moving quicker when he wasn't too fast either... and he didn't want to be labeled as a hypocrite.

[rascalcats]

Shadepaw smirked in triumph as the she cat writhed beneath him. He loved this. A lot. Seeing his enemies helpless was his favorite thing, and while Wildpaw wasn't necessarily an enemy of his, she wasn't a friend either. Allies-- correction, partners-- and friends were very, very different things. And it was quite easy to tell your feelings for an ally and a friend apart. So no, Shadepaw wasn't feeling hate or love very strongly towards the she cat. It was a neutral position. One that he was glad to have. Her kick came as a surprise, and it certainly made him angry for the moment being; not just at her, but at himself for allowing her to do that. However, Shadepaw had been kicked in the stomach more times then he could remember. The move was getting old. It still hurt, of course, but it didn't quite knock the wind completely out of him. Partway, resulting in an odd sort of half reel-back before he managed to regain his balance. "Tsk tsk, sweetheart. You're going to have to be better then that." True, he was angry that he had lost his balance, resulting in him losing his gain over her, but the tom sprang at her again-- hopefully he would be able to knock her over and pin her down before she knew what was happening. Otherwise it would be simply too embarassing, talking to her about moving quicker when he wasn't too fast either... and he didn't want to be labeled as a hypocrite. [/CENTER]


When Shadepaw stumbled backwards, Wildpaw took advantage of the small window of time and scooted backwards out of swiping range. She barely heard him speak; she was looking for somewhere that he would have trouble following her. Quick as lightning, she hared off towards a rock near the place they were sparring, leaped up onto it, and shot herself back towards him. Hopefully, with the combined force of her leap and her powerful front legs, she would be able to bowl him over and place a paw on his neck. But if not, it would be the end of this sparring match, and it would not be in her favor.

(Sorry, it's a bit short. Also, I hope I'm not making her dodge too many moves... let me know if I need to adjust.)

[Whisperingheart]

Doesong laughed at the sight, he looked ridiculous with fish tales hanging out of his mouth, though she guessed she looked the same. "Come on lets bring them to camp."

"Come on lets bring them to camp."

Her laughter at first caught him off guard until he realized he probably looked like an idiot. Eh maybe he was. When she spoke however he was just climbing back upon to the rocks. To her he nodded in agreement before his mind began to dwell on something. A grin spread across his maw and he padded next to the she-cat soaking wet. Then once he was at her side he shock his fluffy pelt sending water EVERYWHERE. Amusement glitter in his eyes.

[Cosmo]

"Come on lets bring them to camp."

Her laughter at first caught him off guard until he realized he probably looked like an idiot. Eh maybe he was. When she spoke however he was just climbing back upon to the rocks. To her he nodded in agreement before his mind began to dwell on something. A grin spread across his maw and he padded next to the she-cat soaking wet. Then once he was at her side he shock his fluffy pelt sending water EVERYWHERE. Amusement glitter in his eyes.

Doesong backed away mouth hanging open, in mock shock. "Alderfang!!" She teased bumping his shoulder with her head, "I wonder what I'll tell the other cats?!" She purred.

[Whisperingheart]

Doesong backed away mouth hanging open, in mock shock. "Alderfang!!" She teased bumping his shoulder with her head, "I wonder what I'll tell the other cats?!" She purred.

"Alderfang!!"

Wow she had really butchered his name. Maybe she was just bad with them? He pondered on that not flinching to much as her head bumped against his shoulder.

"I wonder what I'll tell the other cats?!"

He moved over slightly before reclining on his haunches allowing his mouth to get the better of him "Well I'll tell them some cat name Alderfang pushed you in the River." The words flowed out of him in a little bit of a taunting yet teasing tone before continuing only a moment afterward "My name is Adderfangs, weird that this other cat would have a name so close to mine."

[Cosmo]

"Alderfang!!"

Wow she had really butchered his name. Maybe she was just bad with them? He pondered on that not flinching to much as her head bumped against his shoulder.

"I wonder what I'll tell the other cats?!"

He moved over slightly before reclining on his haunches allowing his mouth to get the better of him "Well I'll tell them some cat name Alderfang pushed you in the River." The words flowed out of him in a little bit of a taunting yet teasing tone before continuing only a moment afterward "My name is Adderfangs, weird that this other cat would have a name so close to mine."

Doesong nodded, "Adder and Alder are popular prefixes." She padded up behind him and said "What if instead of Alderfang falling in the river, Adderfangs does?!"

[Whisperingheart]

Doesong nodded, "Adder and Alder are popular prefixes." She padded up behind him and said "What if instead of Alderfang falling in the river, Adderfangs does?!"

"Adder and Alder are popular prefixes."

Indeed that was true and his yellow-green orbs watched her as she padded around him to his backside.

"What if instead of Alderfang falling in the river, Adderfangs does?!"

A sly smile formed on the tom's face as he rose to his paws and felt his muscles tensing in preparation. What if he didn't go into the water at all? What if she did? A chuckle escaped from his maw "But Adderfangs didn't do anything." he meowed in a very misleading innocent voice.

[Cosmo]

"Adder and Alder are popular prefixes."

Indeed that was true and his yellow-green orbs watched her as she padded around him to his backside.

"What if instead of Alderfang falling in the river, Adderfangs does?!"

A sly smile formed on the tom's face as he rose to his paws and felt his muscles tensing in preparation. What if he didn't go into the water at all? What if she did? A chuckle escaped from his maw "But Adderfangs didn't do anything." he meowed in a very misleading innocent voice.

Doesong smiled, a half purr, half giggle, escaped her lips, " You sure about that, Adderfangs?"

[Gone]

Condorfish walked out onto the territory, amber eyes scanning the surroundings as he watched his apprentice follow, a smile on his maw, he actually felt quite happy to have an apprentice already. "The only way you would already know about the territory as of now would be if you snuck out of the nursery and... I wouldn't blame you to be honest, we're all curious, I didn't sneak out a few times when I was still a kit, it was pretty nice, but I was caught once and well, things didn't go the way they should have, I was kept from leaving the nursery and I always had someone watching me, even today, I am still an adventurous and curious tom, you know." He admitted.

Soon enough, they reached the river. "That, Carppaw, as you might've guessed already, is the river, and probably my favourite place to hang out when I'm not in camp... Something about this place is simply so... Relaxing." He sat there for a couple minutes, gazing at the water before he leaned down and drank some, after doing so, he gazed at the young she-cat again and gestured for her to follow, this time, taking the direction of ShadowClan. "Stay close, alright?" He asked.

[Whisperingheart]

Doesong smiled, a half purr, half giggle, escaped her lips, " You sure about that, Adderfangs?"

" You sure about that, Adderfangs?"

That sly smile remained on his maw as he just stood there for a moment before replying to her. "Of course..." He didn't wait a moment longer. As soon as the word escaped from his lips he was in motion standing for a brief second on his hind limbs as his fore paws attempted to knock the she-cat off balance and into the water below.

[Cosmo]

" You sure about that, Adderfangs?"

That sly smile remained on his maw as he just stood there for a moment before replying to her. "Of course..." He didn't wait a moment longer. As soon as the word escaped from his lips he was in motion standing for a brief second on his hind limbs as his fore paws attempted to knock the she-cat off balance and into the water below.

Doesong plummeted into the water, Curse you Adderfangs! She dove under
water, and when she came back up she hooked his back leg, pulling him in with her.

(Adderfangs x Doesong?)

[monfang]

{ Raven & Co }
Carppaw padded out slowly, looking cautiously and curiously around at the territory. She then smiled, and she trotted around on the soft dirt below her feet. She looked back at her mentor, smiling. "This place ain't so bad." she said with a slight chuckle. However, when she turned back around she stepped on a twig, and as it snapped she jumped high in the airs, and fell backwards. "Whoops..." she said, a nervous, scared laugh in her voice.

[Gone]

{ Raven & Co }
Carppaw padded out slowly, looking cautiously and curiously around at the territory. She then smiled, and she trotted around on the soft dirt below her feet. She looked back at her mentor, smiling. "This place ain't so bad." she said with a slight chuckle. However, when she turned back around she stepped on a twig, and as it snapped she jumped high in the airs, and fell backwards. "Whoops..." she said, a nervous, scared laugh in her voice.
"I know, I love the place." Condorfish mewed, smiling down at his apprentice and immediatly unsheated his claws instinctively as he heard the twig, but quickly calmed down as he realised that it was only Carppaw, he started laughing as well. "Don't scare me like that, Carppaw!" He chuckled and helped her back to her paws, dusting off what had gotten on her fur.

Later, he sat down, pointing at some pinetrees in the distance. "See, those pinetrees over there?" He asked, tail twitching slightly. "You do not want to cross a border, not only could you end up badly injured, but it is strictly forbidden to do so." The tom said, gazing down at his apprentoce, never did he want to see her get injured. "So, now, come on, I'll show you where WindClan is." He added and got up from where he was sitting, waiting for his apprentice to follow. "Also, if you have any questions, just ask." He purred.

[monfang]

"I know, I love the place." Condorfish mewed, smiling down at his apprentice and immediatly unsheated his claws instinctively as he heard the twig, but quickly calmed down as he realised that it was only Carppaw, he started laughing as well. "Don't scare me like that, Carppaw!" He chuckled and helped her back to her paws, dusting off what had gotten on her fur.

Later, he sat down, pointing at some pinetrees in the distance. "See, those pinetrees over there?" He asked, tail twitching slightly. "You do not want to cross a border, not only could you end up badly injured, but it is strictly forbidden to do so." The tom said, gazing down at his apprentoce, never did he want to see her get injured. "So, now, come on, I'll show you where WindClan is." He added and got up from where he was sitting, waiting for his apprentice to follow. "Also, if you have any questions, just ask." He purred.
She giggled as he told her not to scare him and she crawled back onto her paws, with the help of her mentor. "Heh, sorry. Just testin' ya." she meowed with a laugh, and she shook out her fur before she looked back up at him and she smiled. He wasn't such a bad guy! Why has she so nervous? She was beginning to warm up to him.

As he pointed to the pine trees she nodded briskly, and looked up at him, and smiled as he mentioned going to see the WindClan border. "I'll race ya!" she purred, and then ran off, looking back at him to see if he was following. Sure, it may have been kit-like, but if they were going to train, might as well have some fun while they were at it. "Come on, you old cat!" she called, playfulness in her tone, hoping he wouldn't take it wrong.

[Gone]

She giggled as he told her not to scare him and she crawled back onto her paws, with the help of her mentor. "Heh, sorry. Just testin' ya." she meowed with a laugh, and she shook out her fur before she looked back up at him and she smiled. He wasn't such a bad guy! Why has she so nervous? She was beginning to warm up to him.

As he pointed to the pine trees she nodded briskly, and looked up at him, and smiled as he mentioned going to see the WindClan border. "I'll race ya!" she purred, and then ran off, looking back at him to see if he was following. Sure, it may have been kit-like, but if they were going to train, might as well have some fun while they were at it. "Come on, you old cat!" she called, playfulness in her tone, hoping he wouldn't take it wrong.
The tom grinned. "Yeah yeah, you purposefully snapped a twig and scared yourself to death?" He asked, teasing her slightly, he had to admit, he was pretty surprised at how openly the apprentice was talking to him, normally, he simply saw her being alone, silent, but right now,
she was talking, laughing, having fun... And to be honest, he was really warming up to the apprentice.

As he was challenged to a race, he grinned and quickly started running after his apprentice, a smirk on his maw, he caught up to her, but once he did he started matching her pace so that they ran side by side. "Old? I'm only 13 moons." He laughed and, as they finally arrived at the border, he slowed down and stopped right beside her. "I guess that's a draw." He chuckled and quickly enough gave her cheek a lick. "You're quite fast." Condorfish admitted, gazing down at the she-cat and smiling.

[monfang]

The tom grinned. "Yeah yeah, you purposefully snapped a twig and scared yourself to death?" He asked, teasing her slightly, he had to admit, he was pretty surprised at how openly the apprentice was talking to him, normally, he simply saw her being alone, silent, but right now,
she was talking, laughing, having fun... And to be honest, he was really warming up to the apprentice.

As he was challenged to a race, he grinned and quickly started running after his apprentice, a smirk on his maw, he caught up to her, but once he did he started matching her pace so that they ran side by side. "Old? I'm only 13 moons." He laughed and, as they finally arrived at the border, he slowed down and stopped right beside her. "I guess that's a draw." He chuckled and quickly enough gave her cheek a lick. "You're quite fast." Condorfish admitted, gazing down at the she-cat and smiling.
She looked at him as he matched her pace, and she tried to press on ahead of him, but she couldn't. "You are older than me, sooo..." she said, and skidded as he stopped by the border, and she giggles. "You are old." she said and poked him with her paw. Then she turned her attention to the moors that layed beyond the border and chuckled.

"That must be boring. No trees to climb or water to swim? Man, who could live like that!" she purred, and looked up at Condorfish, awaiting his response. She loved the fish and the things she could learn in RiverClan, things more valuable than in any other clan. RiverClan had lots of potential, and they rose out over everything when everywhere else, everyone seemed to have fallen. They were survivors, and even the kits were.

She scanned the territory and then met the gaze of her mentor. "Hey, Condorfish, after this, do yo wanna go hunting for some fish?" she asked, her tail flicking happily.

{ oml wait since he's young, maybe they grow a strong bond and maybe even become shipped? like because i think this is adorbs <3 }

[Gone]

She looked at him as he matched her pace, and she tried to press on ahead of him, but she couldn't. "You are older than me, sooo..." she said, and skidded as he stopped by the border, and she giggles. "You are old." she said and poked him with her paw. Then she turned her attention to the moors that layed beyond the border and chuckled.

"That must be boring. No trees to climb or water to swim? Man, who could live like that!" she purred, and looked up at Condorfish, awaiting his response. She loved the fish and the things she could learn in RiverClan, things more valuable than in any other clan. RiverClan had lots of potential, and they rose out over everything when everywhere else, everyone seemed to have fallen. They were survivors, and even the kits were.

She scanned the territory and then met the gaze of her mentor. "Hey, Condorfish, after this, do yo wanna go hunting for some fish?" she asked, her tail flicking happily.

{ oml wait since he's young, maybe they grow a strong bond and maybe even become shipped? like because i think this is adorbs <3 }
"Yeah yeah yeah, I am old, considering that there are cats in our clan that are 50 moons." Condorfish mewed playfully, smiling as he felt one of the apprentice's small paws poking him, he gazed down at her, tail swishing slowly as he listened to her, she was honestly kind of right about WindClan, they couldn't swim, well all clans were better at something, for example, RiverClan, unlike any other clan, had cats that could swim, something none of the four other clans had.

Thinking a tad before finally opening his maw, Condorfish spoke. "Welp, apparently, WindClan does, but they have one of my favourite preys, one you can hardly find on the other clans' territories, rabbit." He mewed. "But, WindClanners are quick on paws, if you ever get in a fight with one, you'll see by yourself." He said softly, his tail twitching yet again as he gazed at the she-cat. "But us, RiverClanners, are lucky, being able to swim means we can have the element of surprise, we can simply leap out of the river and attack without anyone even knowing we're there, water is pretty good at masking scents." He informed his apprentice

The gray tabby gave a nod. "Of course, Carppaw, I'll show you a few tricks while we're at it, personally, I prefer hunting for fishes than having to run after a mouse." Condorfish laughed, he stretched his paws and got up yet again."Come on, we're heading back to the river, after that, we'll call it a day."

(I honestly wouldn't mind it at all, I think they'd be cute together, well, in the future! ^^ I messed up my other post saying he was a brown tabby xD)

[monfang]

"Yeah yeah yeah, I am old, considering that there are cats in our clan that are 50 moons." Condorfish mewed playfully, smiling as he felt one of the apprentice's small paws poking him, he gazed down at her, tail swishing slowly as he listened to her, she was honestly kind of right about WindClan, they couldn't swim, well all clans were better at something, for example, RiverClan, unlike any other clan, had cats that could swim, something none of the four other clans had.

Thinking a tad before finally opening his maw, Condorfish spoke. "Welp, apparently, WindClan does, but they have one of my favourite preys, one you can hardly find on the other clans' territories, rabbit." He mewed. "But, WindClanners are quick on paws, if you ever get in a fight with one, you'll see by yourself." He said softly, his tail twitching yet again as he gazed at the she-cat. "But us, RiverClanners, are lucky, being able to swim means we can have the element of surprise, we can simply leap out of the river and attack without anyone even knowing we're there, water is pretty good at masking scents." He informed his apprentice

The gray tabby gave a nod. "Of course, Carppaw, I'll show you a few tricks while we're at it, personally, I prefer hunting for fish than having to run after a mouse." Condorfish laughed, he stretched his paws and got up yet again."Come on, we're heading back to the river, after that, we'll call it a day."

(I honestly wouldn't mind it at all, I think they'd be cute together, well, in the future! ^^ I messed up my other post saying he was a brown tabby xD) { yesh <3 cute ship lol and thats fine i've done the same haha }
Carppaw listened as he explained, and she smiled, listening. She understood that. WindClan had their own special trait. She guessed it with every clan. She nodded in response to him, smiling as he said they could pop out of the water and attack with the perfect stealth. She liked it, mostly because swimming in the water was like being free, being able to feel like you can walk on air, the way the cool water swept through her pelt.

She then smiles as he said they could go for a swim, and purred. "Okay!" she mrrewed, and padded slightly ahead, poking him in the stomach before she advanced, and she looked back, chuckling. Her blue hues alight with play. She was young, but so was he, ad she liked that, because he was more active, more playful, and he was more fun to be with! She thought he was going to be an old grumpy cat but he turned out to be the coolest mentor she could ask for. She advanced ahead more, tail flicking playfully. "Whoops, didn't see ya there." she called, and giggled.

[Gone]

{ yesh <3 cute ship lol and thats fine i've done the same haha }
Carppaw listened as he explained, and she smiled, listening. She understood that. WindClan had their own special trait. She guessed it with every clan. She nodded in response to him, smiling as he said they could pop out of the water and attack with the perfect stealth. She liked it, mostly because swimming in the water was like being free, being able to feel like you can walk on air, the way the cool water swept through her pelt.

She then smiles as he said they could go for a swim, and purred. "Okay!" she mrrewed, and padded slightly ahead, poking him in the stomach before she advanced, and she looked back, chuckling. Her blue hues alight with play. She was young, but so was he, ad she liked that, because he was more active, more playful, and he was more fun to be with! She thought he was going to be an old grumpy cat but he turned out to be the coolest mentor she could ask for. She advanced ahead more, tail flicking playfully. "Whoops, didn't see ya there." she called, and giggled.
(These two are hella cute together! ^^)
The tom followed her as she started walking ahead of him, though, he smirked as she poked his stomach, seeing the playfulness in her eyes, he couldn't help but quickly catch up to her, where he simply poked her back with his tail, a grin on his maw. "Oh, you didn't see me?" Condorfish asked, amber eyes showing only a playful tom at the moment, even though he could be pretty serious, why would he have to be grumpy-looking like all those other mentors when he could have actual fun with his apprentice, he couldn't help but smile whenever she giggled, it could only sound like an angel.

Finally reaching the river, the tom waited a few seconds before he pinned his apprentice to the ground playfully, not putting too much force, he didn't want to hurt her, he touched his nose to the top of her head. "I didn't see you there." He chuckled, he stood there for a good 30 seconds, his amber eyes gazing straight into her blue ones, he then got off and helped her up, his smile not leaving his maw, he took a quick look towards the sky. Thanks StarClan, for this apprentice you gave me. The gray tabby thought before he sat beside the river, gesturing his apprentice over his tail. "Come here, Carppaw." He called.

[monfang]

(These two are hella cute together! ^^)
The tom followed her as she started walking ahead of him, though, he smirked as she poked his stomach, seeing the playfulness in her eyes, he couldn't help but quickly catch up to her, where he simply poked her back with his tail, a grin on his maw. "Oh, you didn't see me?" Condorfish asked, amber eyes showing only a playful tom at the moment, even though he could be pretty serious, why would he have to be grumpy-looking like all those other mentors when he could have actual fun with his apprentice, he couldn't help but smile whenever she giggled, it could only sound like an angel.

Finally reaching the river, the tom waited a few seconds before he pinned his apprentice to the ground playfully, not putting too much force, he didn't want to hurt her, he touched his nose to the top of her head. "I didn't see you there." He chuckled, he stood there for a good 30 seconds, his amber eyes gazing straight into her blue ones, he then got off and helped her up, his smile not leaving his maw, he took a quick look towards the sky. Thanks StarClan, for this apprentice you gave me. The gray tabby thought before he sat beside the river, gesturing his apprentice over his tail. "Come here, Carppaw." He called.
She laughed as he questioned her and couldn't help but say something right back. "Nope!" she giggled and gave him a light shoulder push, and couldn't wipe the smile of her face as they walked to the river. She enjoyed this. Sure, she suspected that when it came to her training she'd have to get serious, but for now she would let the good times build a bond between her and her mentor, so they could train better. A good bond helps with that doesn't it? Plus, he was fun to play with!

As she reached the river, she felt Condorfish jump on her and gave a playful snarl. "Hey!" she giggled as he pinned her, and laughed more as he repeated what she said, and for that time he had stared into her eyes, she looked right back, and she had a smile on the entire time. And as he jumped off, and helped her up, and she couldn't help but to, again, think that she was given the best mentor.

As he called her over, she padded up to him an sat beside him, smile spread across her maw. "Yes, Condorfish?" she asked, her russet tail flicking happily as she await his response, ready to do anything he said. She had alot of trust in him already. He was fun to be around, and didn't think bad of her playful demeanor, in fact he jumped in with it, and kept the fun going. She loved that about him, heck she love that about anyone. It was a bit tough to get her to open up, but when she did she was a playful, fun friend to have around. She wasn't kit-ish, that would bring it too far, she was just like a normal, young cat with the want to have fun and see the brighter side of things.
{ hey i have carp's page done! click (https://cross2heaven.wixsite.com/mycharries/carpfin) }

[Gone]

She laughed as he questioned her and couldn't help but say something right back. "Nope!" she giggled and gave him a light shoulder push, and couldn't wipe the smile of her face as they walked to the river. She enjoyed this. Sure, she suspected that when it came to her training she'd have to get serious, but for now she would let the good times build a bond between her and her mentor, so they could train better. A good bond helps with that doesn't it? Plus, he was fun to play with!

As she reached the river, she felt Condorfish jump on her and gave a playful snarl. "Hey!" she giggled as he pinned her, and laughed more as he repeated what she said, and for that time he had stared into her eyes, she looked right back, and she had a smile on the entire time. And as he jumped off, and helped her up, and she couldn't help but to, again, think that she was given the best mentor.

As he called her over, she padded up to him an sat beside him, smile spread across her maw. "Yes, Condorfish?" she asked, her russet tail flicking happily as she await his response, ready to do anything he said. She had alot of trust in him already. He was fun to be around, and didn't think bad of her playful demeanor, in fact he jumped in with it, and kept the fun going. She loved that about him, heck she love that about anyone. It was a bit tough to get her to open up, but when she did she was a playful, fun friend to have around. She wasn't kit-ish, that would bring it too far, she was just like a normal, young cat with the want to have fun and see the brighter side of things.
{ hey i have carp's page done! click (https://cross2heaven.wixsite.com/mycharries/carpfin) }
The tom smiled as he saw his apprentice walk over to him, he couldn't help it and gave the top of her hea a quick lick, he could already tell that she would be fun to train, she was playful and always had that cute smile on her maw. "You'll have to learn to catch fishes, so why not a little demonstration?" He asked and approached the river, making sure his that his shadow and reflection could not be seen in the water, he watched carefully for any movement and as soon as he saw a fish that was close enough to be caught, he went straight to it, sweeping the fish out of the water and biting it's neck, he nosed it away from the river and smiled.

Turning to look at his apprentice, he lightly tickled her nose with the tip of his tail. "One day, it'll be you who does that, and by the look of it, I'm sure you'll do good." He purred and nuzzled her affectionaly. "I'm glad Russetstar chose me as your mentor, today, I can see who you truly are, you're not like the shy kit I once saw in the nursery, you're... Yourself." The gray tabby said, nosing the fish in her direction. "It's quite big, we'll bring it to camp later." He added and took the piece of prey in his jaws, gesturing for the she-cat to follow again. "Direction: ThunderClan!" He yelled, muffled by the fish in his maw, he then laughed at how dumb this did sound, gazing at his apprentice.

[monfang]

The tom smiled as he saw his apprentice walk over to him, he couldn't help it and gave the top of her hea a quick lick, he could already tell that she would be fun to train, she was playful and always had that cute smile on her maw. "You'll have to learn to catch fishes, so why not a little demonstration?" He asked and approached the river, making sure his that his shadow and reflection could not be seen in the water, he watched carefully for any movement and as soon as he saw a fish that was close enough to be caught, he went straight to it, sweeping the fish out of the water and biting it's neck, he nosed it away from the river and smiled.

Turning to look at his apprentice, he lightly tickled her nose with the tip of his tail. "One day, it'll be you who does that, and by the look of it, I'm sure you'll do good." He purred and nuzzled her affectionaly. "I'm glad Russetstar chose me as your mentor, today, I can see who you truly are, you're not like the shy kit I once saw in the nursery, you're... Yourself." The gray tabby said, nosing the fish in her direction. "It's quite big, we'll bring it to camp later." He added and took the piece of prey in his jaws, gesturing for the she-cat to follow again. "Direction: ThunderClan!" He yelled, muffled by the fish in his maw, he then laughed at how dumb this did sound, gazing at his apprentice.
She nodded as e said he'd give a demonstration, and watched as he silently waited by the river, and like lightening he dove for the fish and caught it with ease, bringing it up after a nip to the neck. She snorted and growled playfully as he tickled her nose and shook her head, looking cross-eyed at it. "Hey!" she giggled, and gave him a small shove. Her blue eyes shown brightly in play.

As he said one day she'll be able to hunt like that, she smiled brightly, ambition filling her gaze along with the play. She would hunt better than anyone in the clan! She'll be the one to bring in most of the fish! She giggled at the thought of her odd ambitions and then gazed up at him as he said he was glad to have her, and her smile faded, but not in a bad way. More like she appreciated his words more than anything. "Thanks Condorfish. I don't think I could have a better mentor!" she purred. Then as he mentioned her being shy her ears fell back. "Yeah, after my mom died and my dad disappeared, I guess I lost that spark..." she admitted, and then, her ears perked again and she nodded as he spoke about the prey.

And she could not hold the laugh that erupted from her lips as he spoke through the fish, and ow his words were distorted, muffled by the meat and scales. She gave him a shoulder push, giggling. "You are such a goof, Condorfish." she giggled, and padded along side him, her blue eyes looking into his amber ones as he looked down at her. "Come on, before it gets dark, you slow poke!" she joked, and bounced ahead a few steps and looked back at him, her tail flicking playfully.

[Gone]

She nodded as e said he'd give a demonstration, and watched as he silently waited by the river, and like lightening he dove for the fish and caught it with ease, bringing it up after a nip to the neck. She snorted and growled playfully as he tickled her nose and shook her head, looking cross-eyed at it. "Hey!" she giggled, and gave him a small shove. Her blue eyes shown brightly in play.

As he said one day she'll be able to hunt like that, she smiled brightly, ambition filling her gaze along with the play. She would hunt better than anyone in the clan! She'll be the one to bring in most of the fish! She giggled at the thought of her odd ambitions and then gazed up at him as he said he was glad to have her, and her smile faded, but not in a bad way. More like she appreciated his words more than anything. "Thanks Condorfish. I don't think I could have a better mentor!" she purred. Then as he mentioned her being shy her ears fell back. "Yeah, after my mom died and my dad disappeared, I guess I lost that spark..." she admitted, and then, her ears perked again and she nodded as he spoke about the prey.

And she could not hold the laugh that erupted from her lips as he spoke through the fish, and ow his words were distorted, muffled by the meat and scales. She gave him a shoulder push, giggling. "You are such a goof, Condorfish." she giggled, and padded along side him, her blue eyes looking into his amber ones as he looked down at her. "Come on, before it gets dark, you slow poke!" she joked, and bounced ahead a few steps and looked back at him, her tail flicking playfully.
As he heard her talk about being left being, he quickly caught up to her and stopped her, placing the fish down, and pulling her close, his tail protectively wrapped around her, gazing down to meet her gaze. "Carppaw... I will always be there for you, whatever happens, I won't leave you behind like your parents did, I am never gonna let anything happen to you, it's my job as your mentor, to train you and make sure that you are safe and happy, I'm not doing this because I have to, but because I want to." Condorfish said.

He sat there with her for a tad, a good five minutes at least, when he got up, he took the fish again. "You know what, maybe just a simple walk will do, I honestly hate ThunderClan's scent, it smells horrible." He chuckled and started walking again, again, tickling her nose with his fluffy tail yet again. "You never let anyone bring you down, and if someone ever tries to mess with you, insult you or anything of that kind, tell me." He said, he had to take good care of her, after all, not only had she been abandonned, but even left to die, he growled inwardly, how could parents do such things?!? "If I ever see them, they'll see a good set of claws up close." He added, meeting the apprentice's gaze, maybe she wouldn't be against it, after all, he would take good care of her, almost like a father if he had to.

[Hexict]

[ Clover - bump (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?p=204302#post204302) ^w^ ]

[monfang]

As he heard her talk about being left being, he quickly caught up to her and stopped her, placing the fish down, and pulling her close, his tail protectively wrapped around her, gazing down to meet her gaze. "Carppaw... I will always be there for you, whatever happens, I won't leave you behind like your parents did, I am never gonna let anything happen to you, it's my job as your mentor, to train you and make sure that you are safe and happy, I'm not doing this because I have to, but because I want to." Condorfish said.

He sat there with her for a tad, a good five minutes at least, when he got up, he took the fish again. "You know what, maybe just a simple walk will do, I honestly hate ThunderClan's scent, it smells horrible." He chuckled and started walking again, again, tickling her nose with his fluffy tail yet again. "You never let anyone bring you down, and if someone ever tries to mess with you, insult you or anything of that kind, tell me." He said, he had to take good care of her, after all, not only had she been abandonned, but even left to die, he growled inwardly, how could parents do such things?!? "If I ever see them, they'll see a good set of claws up close." He added, meeting the apprentice's gaze, maybe she wouldn't be against it, after all, he would take good care of her, almost like a father if he had to.
Carppaw stopped as he went infront of her, and leaned against him slightly as she listen to him speak. She missed Foxpelt and Piketooth, they were amazing parents. As for her real ones, abandoning her for being the runt? She felt the same way he did. As he spoke about how he'd care for her, how he'd train her because he wanted to do so, not because he was forced. It made her feel much better in side. She wanted to say something mushy, but that didn't come out. "Thanks, Condorfish." was all she could say, hold back tears.

As he said to tell him if anyone messed with her, she giggled and as he went on her giggles faded and she smiled, and some tears welled in her eyes. "You remind me of my dad. He'd say the same thing..." she said with a laugh, a few tears rolling down her cheeks as she gave her chuckle. She sniffled, and pushed against him. "So protective, huh?" she said, using her paw to wipe her eyes.

"Hey, it's getting late, we should get this fish to the elders." she said, and she gave him a shoulder push, and she stood up, and padded forward, looking back at him. He was kind. She could tell he cared. Why he cared so much, she probably would never know, but she had a feeling that they would be good friends.

{ if only she knew ;u; }

[Gone]

Carppaw stopped as he went infront of her, and leaned against him slightly as she listen to him speak. She missed Foxpelt and Piketooth, they were amazing parents. As for her real ones, abandoning her for being the runt? She felt the same way he did. As he spoke about how he'd care for her, how he'd train her because he wanted to do so, not because he was forced. It made her feel much better in side. She wanted to say something mushy, but that didn't come out. "Thanks, Condorfish." was all she could say, hold back tears.

As he said to tell him if anyone messed with her, she giggled and as he went on her giggles faded and she smiled, and some tears welled in her eyes. "You remind me of my dad. He'd say the same thing..." she said with a laugh, a few tears rolling down her cheeks as she gave her chuckle. She sniffled, and pushed against him. "So protective, huh?" she said, using her paw to wipe her eyes.

"Hey, it's getting late, we should get this fish to the elders." she said, and she gave him a shoulder push, and she stood up, and padded forward, looking back at him. He was kind. She could tell he cared. Why he cared so much, she probably would never know, but she had a feeling that they would be good friends.

{ if only she knew ;u; }
Condorfish gazed at his apprentice, he hated seeing her sad, dropping the fish, he caught up to her and tackled her, rolling with her until he had her pinned on her back, he started to lick her tears away. "Carppaw, I hate seeing you like thi..." The tom admitted, gazing down at her.

Though, soon enough, he got off and nodded. "If you want, you can always come and sleep in my nest, I can tell you need company, the clan maybe won't accept it at first, but I'll tell Russetstar the reason... I'm sure he'll understand." He mewed softly, taking the fish yet again in his jaws before he gestured for his apprentice to follow, now taking the direction of camp, looking back at her and waiting for her to follow.

(Oh jeez, writer's block is hitting hard right now xD)

[monfang]

Condorfish gazed at his apprentice, he hated seeing her sad, dropping the fish, he caught up to her and tackled her, rolling with her until he had her pinned on her back, he started to lick her tears away. "Carppaw, I hate seeing you like thi..." The tom admitted, gazing down at her.

Though, soon enough, he got off and nodded. "If you want, you can always come and sleep in my nest, I can tell you need company, the clan maybe won't accept it at first, but I'll tell Russetstar the reason... I'm sure he'll understand." He mewed softly, taking the fish yet again in his jaws before he gestured for his apprentice to follow, now taking the direction of camp, looking back at her and waiting for her to follow.

(Oh jeez, writer's block is hitting hard right now xD)
{ oml saaaame </3 }
Carppaw fell down, not smiling much like she did before. She looked into his gaze and smiled softly. "Eh, you're the first..." she said, as most wouldn't have been caring, but would have picked on her for her crying like a kit. She wasn't used to it, but the feeling of being cared for only brought more tears to her eyes, more because she felt free to cry. She sniffled and nuzzled him, and tried to hold back whimpers that kept pushing from her lips.

Then, as he let her up, she nodded, her ears down. "S-Sorry, but I watched my mom get killed... and everyone just laughs but it hurt..." she admitted. Her ears perked slightly as he said he'd allow her to sleep in his den. And how he'd explain everything to the leader and other warriors. She nodded. "Okay... Th-Thanks." she said, her blue eyes still misty with tears. He reminded her so much of Foxpelt, it was like she was reincarnated into him, but she knew otherwise. Maybe their relationship would be deeper than she thought. She stood, and followed her mentor back to camp.

{ to the... warriors den!...? xD }

[Bracken12]

Silentshade stalked through the territory, her blue eyes watery and her pelt ruffled. She had just gotten done arguing with Brackenheart and he had attacked her! Swiped at her face and called her a stupid pile of mouse dung! " Why did he do that?!" She wailed, right before sinking to the ground and dissolving into tears. Her fragile heart now broken into a million pieces.

[ladybugg03]

Silentshade stalked through the territory, her blue eyes watery and her pelt ruffled. She had just gotten done arguing with Brackenheart and he had attacked her! Swiped at her face and called her a stupid pile of mouse dung! " Why did he do that?!" She wailed, right before sinking to the ground and dissolving into tears. Her fragile heart now broken into a million pieces.

Cinderthroat rushed to hurry up with her friend. Her short legs struggled to keep up. When she finally caught up, she arrived to see her best friend was sobbing. The gray warrior rushed to Silentshade's side. "Oh Silentshade," she mewed softly. She gently licked the other cat's shoulder. "It's ok. Brackenheart doesn't know what he's missing." She leaned against her friend, trying to comfort her.

[Bracken12]

Cinderthroat rushed to hurry up with her friend. Her short legs struggled to keep up. When she finally caught up, she arrived to see her best friend was sobbing. The gray warrior rushed to Silentshade's side. "Oh Silentshade," she mewed softly. She gently licked the other cat's shoulder. "It's ok. Brackenheart doesn't know what he's missing." She leaned against her friend, trying to comfort her.
Silentshade looked up and smiled once she saw her friend. "Thanks Cinderthroat, your right he doesn't know hat he is missing! But here is what happened," She paused to take a breath before continuing. "I noticed yet another scratch on his shoulder this morning, and when I asked him about it he made a stupid excuse and then when I told him he was not telling me the real reason and then he just flew into a rage!" She let out a heart- wrenching sob. "He looked like, he looked like he could have killed me for a minnow, right then and there! He started screaming about how I never could teach myself to trust him and about how even tough he remained my friend, that I was an ungrateful and that was when he called me a stupid pile of mouse-dung! So I yelled about how he was so angry all the time and then I ran away to here!" she wiped her eyes with her left paw. Why did he yell at me, why did he try to hit me and why did her say that lie? Oh starclan show me what you want me to do! please..... Silentshade's mind whirled with those toughts as she waited for her frieand to answer.

[ladybugg03]

Silentshade looked up and smiled once she saw her friend. "Thanks Cinderthroat, your right he doesn't know hat he is missing! But here is what happened," She paused to take a breath before continuing. "I noticed yet another scratch on his shoulder this morning, and when I asked him about it he made a stupid excuse and then when I told him he was not telling me the real reason and then he just flew into a rage!" She let out a heart- wrenching sob. "He looked like, he looked like he could have killed me for a minnow, right then and there! He started screaming about how I never could teach myself to trust him and about how even tough he remained my friend, that I was an ungrateful and that was when he called me a stupid pile of mouse-dung! So I yelled about how he was so angry all the time and then I ran away to here!" she wiped her eyes with her left paw. Why did he yell at me, why did he try to hit me and why did her say that lie? Oh starclan show me what you want me to do! please..... Silentshade's mind whirled with those toughts as she waited for her frieand to answer.

The gray warrior listened patiently. She knew her friend was hurting and wanted to go slash Brackenheart's eyes out for hurting her friend but she knew that would have to wait. Right now Silentshade needed her. She was silent until the other warrior finshed. When shr was done, she stood and walked in front of Silentshade. "Well you know what?" she meowed boldly. "That piece of fox-dung can go drown himself in the river. He had no need to snap at you and is a selfish jerk!" When she had finished her statement, Cinderthroat spaton the grassy floor. Then she sat with a feiry look in her eyes. She was never this passionate or outspoken, but when it came to her best friend, there was nothing and no one she would be more feirce for.

[rascalcats]

When Shadepaw stumbled backwards, Wildpaw took advantage of the small window of time and scooted backwards out of swiping range. She barely heard him speak; she was looking for somewhere that he would have trouble following her. Quick as lightning, she hared off towards a rock near the place they were sparring, leaped up onto it, and shot herself back towards him. Hopefully, with the combined force of her leap and her powerful front legs, she would be able to bowl him over and place a paw on his neck. But if not, it would be the end of this sparring match, and it would not be in her favor.

(Sorry, it's a bit short. Also, I hope I'm not making her dodge too many moves... let me know if I need to adjust.)

Boop, Lonestar23.

[lone]

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

Shadepaw snarled in anger and, as much as he hated it, pain as he felt a paw slam down on his neck. There had to be something he could do. My legs! In her haste to pin him down, she had neglected to pin his limbs to the ground. While he had been bowled over and was still somewhat lightheaded, plus the added surprise of the paw still on his neck, Shadepaw wasn't done yet. "I believe you've forgotten something, darling." His voice was rough and strained, and his eyes snapped with anger. She had forgotten something important. And while it might not matter too much to some cats, for Shadepaw? It was extremely important. Using his back legs, he kicked at her flank and side-- the only part of her that he could reach, but thanks to his longer legs, slim though they might be, it was hopefully going to be enough to surprise her and get her off of him. He needed to win this battle. There was more at stake here then a simple test... it was his dignity, his honor, and his very leadership that was being put to the test in his own opinion. Whatever she might think of it? This was a battle until someone was ready to give up. Preferably Wildpaw.

[Bracken12]

The gray warrior listened patiently. She knew her friend was hurting and wanted to go slash Brackenheart's eyes out for hurting her friend but she knew that would have to wait. Right now Silentshade needed her. She was silent until the other warrior finshed. When shr was done, she stood and walked in front of Silentshade. "Well you know what?" she meowed boldly. "That piece of fox-dung can go drown himself in the river. He had no need to snap at you and is a selfish jerk!" When she had finished her statement, Cinderthroat spaton the grassy floor. Then she sat with a feiry look in her eyes. She was never this passionate or outspoken, but when it came to her best friend, there was nothing and no one she would be more feirce for.
Silentshade giggled when Cinderthroat said that Brackenheart could go drown in the river. "Yeah, he is a selfish jerk! And I will not let a stupid fox-heart like him ruin my otherwise perfect day! And he can go and get eaten by a dog! I don't need him!" Silentshade said in a self reassured voice. She got up and bounded over to the left a bit. " Come on Cinderthroat! lets go hunting! Then when I catch something, I can go tell him that we are done being friends! because I know he will try to make up later, but I will not listen!" she said the last part more to herself, as she waited for her friend to answer.

[ladybugg03]

Silentshade giggled when Cinderthroat said that Brackenheart could go drown in the river. "Yeah, he is a selfish jerk! And I will not let a stupid fox-heart like him ruin my otherwise perfect day! And he can go and get eaten by a dog! I don't need him!" Silentshade said in a self reassured voice. She got up and bounded over to the left a bit. " Come on Cinderthroat! lets go hunting! Then when I catch something, I can go tell him that we are done being friends! because I know he will try to make up later, but I will not listen!" she said the last part more to herself, as she waited for her friend to answer.

Cinderthroat gave her friend her usual small smile. It always made her happy to see Silent shade happy. "Let's go then!" she meowed in her quiet voice. "Last one to catch a fish is mouse dung." And with that she bounded toward the river. She skid at the bank and stared at her reflection in the crytal water. She grimaced. Cinderthroat hated her image. Her scars were to painful to look at. They only reminded her of the fact that she was ugly and would never be loved. Before her friend could see ber expression, she jumped into the water and relushed in the coolness that soaked her fur. The feline swiped a paw ay the water and it came up with a fish. "Ha!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "Mouse dung."

[Bracken12]

Cinderthroat gave her friend her usual small smile. It always made her happy to see Silent shade happy. "Let's go then!" she meowed in her quiet voice. "Last one to catch a fish is mouse dung." And with that she bounded toward the river. She skid at the bank and stared at her reflection in the crytal water. She grimaced. Cinderthroat hated her image. Her scars were to painful to look at. They only reminded her of the fact that she was ugly and would never be loved. Before her friend could see ber expression, she jumped into the water and relushed in the coolness that soaked her fur. The feline swiped a paw ay the water and it came up with a fish. "Ha!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "Mouse dung."
Silentshade quickly jumped into the water and started to look for a fish. She stopped when she noticed her friend grimace at her reflection. Silentshade thought about her friend for a moment. Cinderthroat, although an average size cat, seemed like a giant to the petite gray and white cat. and her scars, she thinks they make her look ugly, but I think they make her look brave, and smart. those are better than being pretty! "Looks like I'm mouse-dung!" Silentshade laughed when she saw her friend had caught a fish. then as she sat watching for fish Silentshade continued her thoughts. Even though she was under-sized, Silentshade had no trouble finding friends, as one of those pretty, easy to get along with cats, she got friends and enemies pretty quick. But there was one thing that was a burr in her pelt. She knew that her mother and two brothers were dead, but what about her father? "I have to go find my father! I need to know who he is!" she suddenly blurted out. than she looked around hoping to catch a fish before her friend said anything.

[vantrums]

BluBunny

It was a clear morning, a bit chilly but otherwise perfect weather for a kit to take his first steps outside of the nursery. The reeds at the entrance to the nursery shivered just slightly as a tiny, grey-and-white bundle stumbled out into the clearing. He blinked a few times to adjust to the sun's brightness then gave himself a shake and tottered further into the open space before him. The camp was far bigger than he'd imagined! Who knew the world was so big? He lifted his muzzle and sniffed, relishing the clearness of the scents around him.

[BluBunnie]

BluBunny

It was a clear morning, a bit chilly but otherwise perfect weather for a kit to take his first steps outside of the nursery. The reeds at the entrance to the nursery shivered just slightly as a tiny, grey-and-white bundle stumbled out into the clearing. He blinked a few times to adjust to the sun's brightness then gave himself a shake and tottered further into the open space before him. The camp was far bigger than he'd imagined! Who knew the world was so big? He lifted his muzzle and sniffed, relishing the clearness of the scents around him.

An older kit laid not far from the entrance of the nursery, his paws tucked under him and his eyes closed. He had spent most of the morning exploring outside of camp, he didn't go far but he was pretty tired after walking around. He opened his fern colored hues when he recognized a new scent that drifted into camp. His eyes landed on a small kit, obviously it was his first time out in camp. Fernkit recognized the tom as Shellkit, he was just born a moon ago. The tom felt excitement rush through him, he wanted to be the first one to show Shellkit to camp. The tom stood and began to knead his paws into the ground as his exhaustion began to float away and excitement replaced it. He stretched his back legs as he walked towards the younger kit, Fernkit was a bit tall for his age and really slender, his feathery textured pelt was ruffled and spiky. The tom never spent much time bothering over his pelt, it didn't matter to him. "H-hey there, S-Shellkit! D-do y-you want m-me to s-show y-you a-around camp?" He said excitedly, the tom had a natural stutter but whenever he got excited it would just get worse.

[vantrums]

An older kit laid not far from the entrance of the nursery, his paws tucked under him and his eyes closed. He had spent most of the morning exploring outside of camp, he didn't go far but he was pretty tired after walking around. He opened his fern colored hues when he recognized a new scent that drifted into camp. His eyes landed on a small kit, obviously it was his first time out in camp. Fernkit recognized the tom as Shellkit, he was just born a moon ago. The tom felt excitement rush through him, he wanted to be the first one to show Shellkit to camp. The tom stood and began to knead his paws into the ground as his exhaustion began to float away and excitement replaced it. He stretched his back legs as he walked towards the younger kit, Fernkit was a bit tall for his age and really slender, his feathery textured pelt was ruffled and spiky. The tom never spent much time bothering over his pelt, it didn't matter to him. "H-hey there, S-Shellkit! D-do y-you want m-me to s-show y-you a-around camp?" He said excitedly, the tom had a natural stutter but whenever he got excited it would just get worse.

Shellkit jumped when someone spoke behind him. His kitten-soft fur bushed up in embarrassment and his tail stuck straight up in the air. He knew the kit who had approached him; he was pretty sure his name was Fernkit. Still, it made him a little nervous to speak to someone other than his mother, so it took him a few moments to work up the nerve to respond. With a shy scuff of his paws, he dipped his head in agreement. "Sure," he murmured in reply, flicking his yellow gaze up to meet Fernkit's. "You're... Fernkit, right?"

[Lawlipop]

meraki

"Well then, I guess I won't argue with you." Dappleblossom mewed. "You know your body more than I do so I guess..." Dappleblossom twitched her tail and furrowed her face at the way Tinypaw snapped at the cat for not doing anything. She stands in front of Tinypaw. "Now Tinypaw," she started with a stern voice. "That is no way to speak to another cat like that." Her voice was usually very sweet sounding with her posture loose as well as having soft green eyes, but now they were sharp, her posture stiff and her voice sounded a bit more rough. "She is just here to ask for our company, there is no reason to hiss at her for that." Softening her eyes and voice, she adds, "She is part of our clan, there is no reason to be hostile, alright?" If only Dappleblossom could see and hear what she sounded like. To another cat, it would look like she is a sweet but rule demanding mother talking to her kit. Looking back up at the she-cat, she smiles apologetically. "I'm so very sorry for how my apprentice behaved just now. I just got her today, so this is my first day with her." looking down at Tinypaw, then back at the "sick" molly. " I was going to show her where the river is, maybe drinking some of the water will make you feel better?" Dappleblossom's green orbs light up in realization. "Oh, I almost forgot to introduce ourselves. My name is Dappleblossom and I'm sure you've already met my new apprentice, Tinypaw." she wisecracked, pointing her tail towards the small cat.


Boops

[Zero]

She watched him gently, almost tenderly, like a sister to a brother; he seemed to be drifting off into thought, much as she had. It was if the cold had begun freezing their brains. Her tail twitched and she continued slogging forward through the snow; here, it had been exposed to a ray of sun peeking through trees stripped of their leaves, turning it into a pool of muddy slush, almost up to her belly. She scowled lightly, her white markings turning an unattractive shade of beige, stained by the soiled mire. She huffed annoyedly, and turned to watch Swampstone, hoping his endeavors through the unexpected obstacle were better than hers. Cloversplash knew his fur would slow him down; the long coat would catch and drag in the thick melted snow, and then freeze hard again in the perpetually freezing air. Her mouth twisted in an annoyed, pinched line; she would have to groom later, and for a good while, as she could feel her legs and sides being pricked by dirt, small stones, and twigs that swirled like debris in the river when in flooded. The part of her fur that did dip into the liquid, but came back up, froze to crystals that made her deep nut-brown fur shimmer like dull brown mica. She swallowed her frustration down and slogged forward until they came to the end of the pool, where she had finally formulated a decent response, being distracted by the sleety water.

"Don't we all? Yes, I bet we do. The best we might do out here is some carrion; if it's not too old, even if it's frozen solid, that'll at least give the queens some sustenance. We could snap the bones for the elders so they can get to the marrow inside; it's rich enough and fatty, so they won't starve," she replied, eyes drifting down towards her fur, examining the extent of dirt and detritus that clung to it.

Swampstone scowled as they ventured into a particular slushy mess of melting snow. Although the warm rays felt good on his pelt, it was certainly making a mess of the white snow, turning it into a puddle of brown. Even though he enjoyed the small bit of warmth, he almost wished it wasn't there so the snow would be frozen enough to walk on top of. He let out a small sigh, weaving through the wetness at the same pace. If he were alone, he probably would have sped up his pace to be through the particular area quicker, but he resisted the erge in thought of his companion. The tom wasn't super bothered as the white patches of his fur turned brown, almost making his look like a full brown tabby; but at the very least he hoped he didn't look too stupid. At least his dirtiness gave him an excuse to spend even more time grooming with his mate after this hunting patrol was over. He looked up from the ground as Cloversplash responded to him, not minding the bit of silence as they worked thier way through that mess. The tom fluffed his pelt out a bit in response to the feeling of his long fur on his legs and near his stomach freezing.

"That's true," He meowed softly, his hopes for a warm meal diminishing a bit. "Anything is better than nothing at all, I suppose."

However, they came to a small fork in the tiny paths the clans had dug into the territory after moons of walking the same way day after day, and Swampstone froze at the sound of small scuffling somewhere under the snow ahead. Opening his jaws, the scent of mouse washed over his tongue, his mouth watering at just the smell. Figuring Cloversplash heard the same, he gave her a small look; almost as if to say that he had this one. The warrior slunk forward, grateful that this particular area was frozen enough that he could actually balance himself on top of the layer of snow without have to push through it. He kept his paw steps as light as he could, but the snow would still occasionally crackle a bit under him, causing the tom to freeze and listen again for the sound of the mouse. Whether it was luck or skill, he didn't know, but he managed to make it close enough to pounce at the particular patch of snow the mouse was under. With a soft breath in, the hunter immitated a fox, jumping almost straight into the air and shoving his paws and snout face forward into the patch of snow when he landed; his heavy weight an adavnage for once in this terrain.

[meraki]

Boops

(so sorry for the wait!) fenic!

Nagging was one of Tinypaw's least favourite things- especially from a cat several moons older than she. It made it sound like the other was far superior, and that Tinypaw was a mere kit that could be told around. So when she was scolded by her new mentor, her ears flattened a bit and she glared. But then, Dappleblossom's eager aura and friendly personality shaded over those thoughts, and she couldn't help but agree with her mentor- she was being rather rude. Tinypaw had never doubted her retorts and comments, but now she began to wonder if she really did come off as a stubborn annoyance; like a tick that won't come off, even with the largest amounts of mouse bile. This was unusual, and basically against her usual personality; the small apprentice always came off as confident and outright; as if she'd never doubted a single word that came out of her mouth in her entire life.
Tinypaw stood in silence for a moment, debating on what to say. She wanted to say something snarky, but she liked her new mentor, and wanted her new mentor to like her back. So, with a small grunt of annoyance, she meowed to the new cat, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." In an honest yet casual manor. But the sickly looking cat creeped her out a bit- the way her eyes were always narrowed, like she was planning something. But a lot of cats were like that, so Tinypaw decided to not pay much attention to it. The ginger apprentice let her fur lay back down flat on her back, and relaxed once more, again enjoying the serene sounds of the territory.

[ladybugg03]

Silentshade quickly jumped into the water and started to look for a fish. She stopped when she noticed her friend grimace at her reflection. Silentshade thought about her friend for a moment. Cinderthroat, although an average size cat, seemed like a giant to the petite gray and white cat. and her scars, she thinks they make her look ugly, but I think they make her look brave, and smart. those are better than being pretty! "Looks like I'm mouse-dung!" Silentshade laughed when she saw her friend had caught a fish. then as she sat watching for fish Silentshade continued her thoughts. Even though she was under-sized, Silentshade had no trouble finding friends, as one of those pretty, easy to get along with cats, she got friends and enemies pretty quick. But there was one thing that was a burr in her pelt. She knew that her mother and two brothers were dead, but what about her father? "I have to go find my father! I need to know who he is!" she suddenly blurted out. than she looked around hoping to catch a fish before her friend said anything.

Cinderthroat looked in surprise. She stared at her with another fish hanging out of her mouth. Realizing that she looked stupid, she put the dead fish on the bank. Her father... she mused. She had never thought about that. Silentshade was the kindest cat she had ever met and her only and best friend. She had helped her through many things and vise versa. It was the least she could do to support her on this journey. "Well if you must then I'm coming too," she said. Although her voice sounded brave her mind was screaming at her. What did I just agree to?!?! The last time she had ventured anywhere close to the boundary, she had gotten the scars that made her, in her mind, so ugly. But she looked at Silentshade and nodded, determined. She would be there for her friend no matter what. She was a sister toher and she would never leave her alone on something like this.

[rascalcats]

Shadepaw snarled in anger and, as much as he hated it, pain as he felt a paw slam down on his neck. There had to be something he could do. My legs! In her haste to pin him down, she had neglected to pin his limbs to the ground. While he had been bowled over and was still somewhat lightheaded, plus the added surprise of the paw still on his neck, Shadepaw wasn't done yet. "I believe you've forgotten something, darling." His voice was rough and strained, and his eyes snapped with anger. She had forgotten something important. And while it might not matter too much to some cats, for Shadepaw? It was extremely important. Using his back legs, he kicked at her flank and side-- the only part of her that he could reach, but thanks to his longer legs, slim though they might be, it was hopefully going to be enough to surprise her and get her off of him. He needed to win this battle. There was more at stake here then a simple test... it was his dignity, his honor, and his very leadership that was being put to the test in his own opinion. Whatever she might think of it? This was a battle until someone was ready to give up. Preferably Wildpaw.[/CENTER]


Wildpaw was about to shoot back a snarky reply, asking what in StarClan she could have forgotten, when she felt legs collide with her side. She was much smaller than Shadepaw, and she wasn't using her claws to dig into his fur, so when his legs flew out and connected with her side, she was thrown off easily. She fell roughly onto the ground, slamming jaw-first into the mud. Pain shot through her muzzle like fire, and she tasted blood; she had bitten her tongue. The grey Apprentice saw stars for a moment, and she stayed on the ground, head spinning. Blood dripped from the corners of her mouth as she struggled to her feet, but she made no move to attack him again. Instead, she watched him through searing amber eyes, wondering if he would pounce again or take the victory as it stood.

[lone]

Wildpaw was about to shoot back a snarky reply, asking what in StarClan she could have forgotten, when she felt legs collide with her side. She was much smaller than Shadepaw, and she wasn't using her claws to dig into his fur, so when his legs flew out and connected with her side, she was thrown off easily. She fell roughly onto the ground, slamming jaw-first into the mud. Pain shot through her muzzle like fire, and she tasted blood; she had bitten her tongue. The grey Apprentice saw stars for a moment, and she stayed on the ground, head spinning. Blood dripped from the corners of her mouth as she struggled to her feet, but she made no move to attack him again. Instead, she watched him through searing amber eyes, wondering if he would pounce again or take the victory as it stood.

Shadepaw wasn't a monster. Despite what some might think of him, he was sometimes quite a nice cat. So when he saw blood coming from Wildpaw's maw, he stopped and watched her for a moment through narrowed hues as though he were calculating how badly she could really be hurt. Seeming to decide that her injuries could be pretty bad, the tom sighed and sat down, curling his tail around his paws. "You fought well." It was never easy for him to compliment someone else. And he had won. But here he was telling her that she had fought well... would that be considered a lie, almost? Well no, because he really did believe that she had fought rather well for a scruffy apprentice. She had done good. That much he was absolutely positive of. Besides it was only his opinion. No one was there to watch and judge him on it, other then her-- and he was entitled to it anyways. "Alright. We should probably make some plans. Get yourself cleaned up first, though; then we'll go back and get Ravenkit. He'll be a part of this." Shadepaw's voice held a 'no questions asked, no complaining' tone to it. That was it. When Shadepaw said to do something, everyone was supposed to do it... with no questions asked. But, Wildpaw was his equal. So he was going to have to do this in a way that would make her feel as though she were being included at the same time. "Please." There, he had said it.

[rascalcats]

Shadepaw wasn't a monster. Despite what some might think of him, he was sometimes quite a nice cat. So when he saw blood coming from Wildpaw's maw, he stopped and watched her for a moment through narrowed hues as though he were calculating how badly she could really be hurt. Seeming to decide that her injuries could be pretty bad, the tom sighed and sat down, curling his tail around his paws. "You fought well." It was never easy for him to compliment someone else. And he had won. But here he was telling her that she had fought well... would that be considered a lie, almost? Well no, because he really did believe that she had fought rather well for a scruffy apprentice. She had done good. That much he was absolutely positive of. Besides it was only his opinion. No one was there to watch and judge him on it, other then her-- and he was entitled to it anyways. "Alright. We should probably make some plans. Get yourself cleaned up first, though; then we'll go back and get Ravenkit. He'll be a part of this." Shadepaw's voice held a 'no questions asked, no complaining' tone to it. That was it. When Shadepaw said to do something, everyone was supposed to do it... with no questions asked. But, Wildpaw was his equal. So he was going to have to do this in a way that would make her feel as though she were being included at the same time. "Please." There, he had said it.[/CENTER]


When Shadepaw sat down and told her she had fought well, Wildpaw relaxed as well, letting her shoulders slump. Her jaws parted, letting strings of red liquid fall from her jaws.

"Thanks." she meowed, trying to mask her pride. Her speech was a bit muffled thanks to the blood in her mouth, and she spat some onto the ground. She didn't seem particularly bothered by it- in fact, she didn't even blink when it splattered onto her paws. She swiped her tongue over her muzzle, leaving even more streaks of red, and when Shadepaw told her to get herself cleaned up, she frowned.

How am I supposed to do that when I've bitten my cleaning tool? she thought to herself bitterly. After thinking for a moment, Wildpaw flicked her tail. "One minute." she meowed, heading a few fox-lengths over to a shallow part of the river and wading in. After rolling around a little bit and taking a long drink, she emerged, soggy, but much cleaner than she had been.

"If anyone asks, I'll tell them I fell into the river and bit my tongue in the fall." she meowed, flicking her tail to signal that she was ready. She was a bit curious as to what Ravenkit had to do with whatever Shadepaw was planning, but she didn't dare argue. If Shadepaw thought the tiny black kit could help, then he probably could.

[Fel]

(so sorry for the wait!) @fenic! (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=21)

Nagging was one of Tinypaw's least favourite things- especially from a cat several moons older than she. It made it sound like the other was far superior, and that Tinypaw was a mere kit that could be told around. So when she was scolded by her new mentor, her ears flattened a bit and she glared. But then, Dappleblossom's eager aura and friendly personality shaded over those thoughts, and she couldn't help but agree with her mentor- she was being rather rude. Tinypaw had never doubted her retorts and comments, but now she began to wonder if she really did come off as a stubborn annoyance; like a tick that won't come off, even with the largest amounts of mouse bile. This was unusual, and basically against her usual personality; the small apprentice always came off as confident and outright; as if she'd never doubted a single word that came out of her mouth in her entire life.
Tinypaw stood in silence for a moment, debating on what to say. She wanted to say something snarky, but she liked her new mentor, and wanted her new mentor to like her back. So, with a small grunt of annoyance, she meowed to the new cat, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude." In an honest yet casual manor. But the sickly looking cat creeped her out a bit- the way her eyes were always narrowed, like she was planning something. But a lot of cats were like that, so Tinypaw decided to not pay much attention to it. The ginger apprentice let her fur lay back down flat on her back, and relaxed once more, again enjoying the serene sounds of the territory.

"It's fine. I don't really care." Applethorn responded bluntly, letting out an irritated sigh as she followed the rest of the group quietly. She didn't mean to be sickly at the moment- really, she'd likely been spending too much time with her mate, Swampstone, to even notice if anything was going on with her health. She guessed she could check in with Geckoleaf and her little sister sometime, but she was sure she'd get better soon- it wasn't like she did anything to get herself sick. She was already so busy with her father's new mate and her mother's return- a mother she looked just like, in fact. She was almost Shellfeather's mirror image, whether she liked it or not, and so she didn't talk to her father much. She never connected with any of her parents, in fact- only Swampstone.
Her and Seapaw used to be close, but they drifted. The last time she saw her was a fight. She'd been yelling at her sister, blaming her for everything that had gone wrong in her life- and as she walked next to these new cats, she didn't regret what she'd said. Seapaw used to be her friend, and she'd been left behind. Maybe these cats were nicer, but due to the apprentice's back-talk, it was almost like she needed a little push.

[we can say she pushed tiny in here, if you'd like?] Lawlipop

[lone]

When Shadepaw sat down and told her she had fought well, Wildpaw relaxed as well, letting her shoulders slump. Her jaws parted, letting strings of red liquid fall from her jaws.


"Thanks." she meowed, trying to mask her pride. Her speech was a bit muffled thanks to the blood in her mouth, and she spat some onto the ground. She didn't seem particularly bothered by it- in fact, she didn't even blink when it splattered onto her paws. She swiped her tongue over her muzzle, leaving even more streaks of red, and when Shadepaw told her to get herself cleaned up, she frowned.

How am I supposed to do that when I've bitten my cleaning tool? she thought to herself bitterly. After thinking for a moment, Wildpaw flicked her tail. "One minute." she meowed, heading a few fox-lengths over to a shallow part of the river and wading in. After rolling around a little bit and taking a long drink, she emerged, soggy, but much cleaner than she had been.


"If anyone asks, I'll tell them I fell into the river and bit my tongue in the fall." she meowed, flicking her tail to signal that she was ready. She was a bit curious as to what Ravenkit had to do with whatever Shadepaw was planning, but she didn't dare argue. If Shadepaw thought the tiny black kit could help, then he probably could.
The black tom frowned slightly, light green hues sparking with frustration for a moment as though he were angry with her, before his expression returned to a pleasant one. The scruffy grey cat seemed to be tougher then he had previously thought. It looked like he was going to have to change his mind about double-crossing her. Besides, she would be able to figure that out in a heartbeat if she was anywhere near as smart as she seemed. Even Shadepaw wasn't so proud that he wouldn't admit that to himself. It would be stupid to try and do something only to figure out that he couldn't do it later on. Wouldn't it? That was the very definition of stupid in Shadepaw's opinion, and he stuck to it as though it were his last source of life. "Very well. Hopefully all of them buy that-- there's no reason they shouldn't. Come on." His tone of voice was commanding, and then he turned around with an almost condecending look on his features.
　
"I'm so sorry, I almost... forgot. You should be walking beside me... partner." Because I don't trust you to walk behind me and I doubt you trust me to walk behind you. Which is good. You should keep your back watched, Wildpaw. It was a harsh thought. But one that was unforunately necessary for Shadepaw. He grew up watching his back. Always wondering. Always thinking. Always trying to figure out if his next movement was going to impress anyone or not. That was just the way that Shadepaw's mind worked. And, unfortunately... it had been that way for quite a long time now. He was constantly thinking. Ravenkit absolutely adored him, which was nice for Shadepaw... it meant that he got to have some alone time. Something that didn't come around quite as often as he would have liked it to. His expression was hard and cold, as if he could see nothing but the future ahead.
　
And it wasn't a good one. True, Shadepaw believed that his own future was going to be good. Why wouldn't it? He deserved to rule the Clan. He would. And once he did, he would make sure that things stayed the way they had been for good. He would help other cats rise to power. Either that or he would eliminate the other Clans, resulting in RiverClan-- the Clan most thought was so weak and stupid-- rising as the one and only. The territory, and all the prey in it, would be theirs.

[rascalcats]

The black tom frowned slightly, light green hues sparking with frustration for a moment as though he were angry with her, before his expression returned to a pleasant one. The scruffy grey cat seemed to be tougher then he had previously thought. It looked like he was going to have to change his mind about double-crossing her. Besides, she would be able to figure that out in a heartbeat if she was anywhere near as smart as she seemed. Even Shadepaw wasn't so proud that he wouldn't admit that to himself. It would be stupid to try and do something only to figure out that he couldn't do it later on. Wouldn't it? That was the very definition of stupid in Shadepaw's opinion, and he stuck to it as though it were his last source of life. "Very well. Hopefully all of them buy that-- there's no reason they shouldn't. Come on." His tone of voice was commanding, and then he turned around with an almost condecending look on his features.
　
"I'm so sorry, I almost... forgot. You should be walking beside me... partner." Because I don't trust you to walk behind me and I doubt you trust me to walk behind you. Which is good. You should keep your back watched, Wildpaw. It was a harsh thought. But one that was unforunately necessary for Shadepaw. He grew up watching his back. Always wondering. Always thinking. Always trying to figure out if his next movement was going to impress anyone or not. That was just the way that Shadepaw's mind worked. And, unfortunately... it had been that way for quite a long time now. He was constantly thinking. Ravenkit absolutely adored him, which was nice for Shadepaw... it meant that he got to have some alone time. Something that didn't come around quite as often as he would have liked it to. His expression was hard and cold, as if he could see nothing but the future ahead.
　
And it wasn't a good one. True, Shadepaw believed that his own future was going to be good. Why wouldn't it? He deserved to rule the Clan. He would. And once he did, he would make sure that things stayed the way they had been for good. He would help other cats rise to power. Either that or he would eliminate the other Clans, resulting in RiverClan-- the Clan most thought was so weak and stupid-- rising as the one and only. The territory, and all the prey in it, would be theirs.


Wildpaw followed a bit behind Shadepaw for a few pawsteps, until he said that she should walk beside him. Lifting her chin, the little grey Apprentice quickened her pace until she was side-by-side with the larger tom. Jutting out her chin, she swallowed some more blood and held her tail up, her spiked-up fur just barely brushing her partner's. She was not doing this for affection, of course. Shadepaw could probably tell by the energy radiating off of her fur that she was still a little suspicious of him, and that she was just trying to get a feel for him.

"If I may ask, partner, what does Ravenkit have to do with all of this?" she asked. She left it at that, not bothering to point out how small and scrappy he was. After all, she was pretty small too, and she didn't want to be hypocritical. If she had to pick one pet-peeve that made her pelt burn right down to her whiskers, it was hypocrites.

[Bracken12]

Cinderthroat looked in surprise. She stared at her with another fish hanging out of her mouth. Realizing that she looked stupid, she put the dead fish on the bank. Her father... she mused. She had never thought about that. Silentshade was the kindest cat she had ever met and her only and best friend. She had helped her through many things and vise versa. It was the least she could do to support her on this journey. "Well if you must then I'm coming too," she said. Although her voice sounded brave her mind was screaming at her. What did I just agree to?!?! The last time she had ventured anywhere close to the boundary, she had gotten the scars that made her, in her mind, so ugly. But she looked at Silentshade and nodded, determined. She would be there for her friend no matter what. She was a sister toher and she would never leave her alone on something like this.
"Thank you Cinderthroat, this means a lot to me, it's not every day you need to go find your father!"Silentshade purred. Silentshade remembered the last time Cinderthroat went close to the border, she had ended up with those scars. It took a lot of will-power to want to go back to a place that didn't have good memories. "My mother used to tell me I was the spitting image of my father, except she told me that his eyes were a deep,dark gray. 'his eyes were like storm clouds, and his temper like lighting' My mother said when my brothers used to ask. I never figured out if he was a loner, kittypet or rouge; Mother never told." Silentshade told Cinderthroat as she leaped at a fish, finally catching it. "But she told us his name once, it started with.... with.." Silentshade growled. "I forgot it!"she looked at her friend. "So, when should we leave?"

[BluBunnie]

Shellkit jumped when someone spoke behind him. His kitten-soft fur bushed up in embarrassment and his tail stuck straight up in the air. He knew the kit who had approached him; he was pretty sure his name was Fernkit. Still, it made him a little nervous to speak to someone other than his mother, so it took him a few moments to work up the nerve to respond. With a shy scuff of his paws, he dipped his head in agreement. "Sure," he murmured in reply, flicking his yellow gaze up to meet Fernkit's. "You're... Fernkit, right?"

Fernkit kneaded his paws into the ground as he waited for an answer from the younger kit, 'I must've made him nervous.' he thought. His ears perked as the kitten began to answer, his heart leaped with excitement when the tom said yes. "Yup! My name is Fernkit!" he mewed in a loud voice. A grin spread across his face as he turned and began walking towards the fresh kill pile, "Follow me!" He said.

[Shinyrobin]

Silentshade
Crows Nest (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=5731)

Crow wandered deeper into Riverclan territory, looking at the streams of fish around him, being careful not to slip. He bounced around, then decided to swim for a bit in the water, running quickly into the cool liquid and splashing around, scaring away most of the fish. The scent of a riverclan patrol drifted closer, and Crow froze, mid splash, and scrambled out of the water, running into the nearest bush and hiding, the fishy smell getting nearer.

[Bracken12]

@Silentshade (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=2952)
Crows Nest (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=5731)

Crow wandered deeper into Riverclan territory, looking at the streams of fish around him, being careful not to slip. He bounced around, then decided to swim for a bit in the water, running quickly into the cool liquid and splashing around, scaring away most of the fish. The scent of a riverclan patrol drifted closer, and Crow froze, mid splash, and scrambled out of the water, running into the nearest bush and hiding, the fishy smell getting nearer.
"Brackenheart! all your stomping will scare the fish!"Clovershine giggled. "all your giggles will scare all the birds from here to Thunderclan!" Brackenheart crowed from a boulder, right before fluffing up and hissing." Someone else is here, I can smell them...."he growled as he tasted the air. "Brackenheart, don't get your fur in a tangle, it's more than likely a stray kittypet!" Silentshade said nervously as Brackenheart jumped down from his perch and began nosing around a bush. She began fluffing up in fear. Brackenheart was one of the most aggresive toms around and if he caught a small, timid loner or a kittypet; neither stood a chance! She yelped as Brackenheart growled at the bush and leaped at it, yelling. "INTRUDER!" he dragged the poor cat into the open and held him like prey. "how is this for a stray kittypet, Silentshade!"

[lone]

Wildpaw followed a bit behind Shadepaw for a few pawsteps, until he said that she should walk beside him. Lifting her chin, the little grey Apprentice quickened her pace until she was side-by-side with the larger tom. Jutting out her chin, she swallowed some more blood and held her tail up, her spiked-up fur just barely brushing her partner's. She was not doing this for affection, of course. Shadepaw could probably tell by the energy radiating off of her fur that she was still a little suspicious of him, and that she was just trying to get a feel for him.



"If I may ask, partner, what does Ravenkit have to do with all of this?" she asked. She left it at that, not bothering to point out how small and scrappy he was. After all, she was pretty small too, and she didn't want to be hypocritical. If she had to pick one pet-peeve that made her pelt burn right down to her whiskers, it was hypocrites.
At his companion's sudden touch, Shadepaw's muzzle wrinkled with disgust, and his expression changed, but realizing she wasn't trying to be affectionate-- thank goodness-- he continued onwards with his tail swishing back and forth gently. It was a slow, almost hypnotic movement. And, had he known how to hypnotize, he might have tried it on Wildpaw. Her questions irritated him. Everything about her irritated him. So why, then, was he working with her? Why didn't he simply discard her as he so often did? Perhaps it was the feeling that he knew he needed to stick to his word. It was important. Or perhaps the feeling that she could be valuable to him, did the time come when he needed a partner, or an older ally. Her question made him roll his eyes and he turned to her with an irritated twitch of his tail, hues snapping in a frustrated manner.
　
"Not that I have to answer you, but you are my partner so I suppose I should." His hues narrowed and then he sighed. "I found Ravenkit a while ago in the territory. He was a pretty weak kit. But, with some training... he could be valuable. He's one of the few cats I trust. He works with me, so I include him in my-- now our-- plans. If you have a problem with that, then I suggest you find someone else just as loyal." His expression turned dangerous and he glanced at her as though daring her to complain. What was there to complain about, though? Ravenkit was a good cat. A cat that he really did trust with his life and one that he truly believed would become a skilled warrior. Just as long as he stayed on the right side of believing in StarClan. Oh, Shadepaw knew they were there, alright... he believed in them... he just didn't support them whatsoever. That was his view on things.

[Shinyrobin]

"Brackenheart! all your stomping will scare the fish!"Clovershine giggled. "all your giggles will scare all the birds from here to Thunderclan!" Brackenheart crowed from a boulder, right before fluffing up and hissing." Someone else is here, I can smell them...."he growled as he tasted the air. "Brackenheart, don't get your fur in a tangle, it's more than likely a stray kittypet!" Silentshade said nervously as Brackenheart jumped down from his perch and began nosing around a bush. She began fluffing up in fear. Brackenheart was one of the most aggresive toms around and if he caught a small, timid loner or a kittypet; neither stood a chance! She yelped as Brackenheart growled at the bush and leaped at it, yelling. "INTRUDER!" he dragged the poor cat into the open and held him like prey. "how is this for a stray kittypet, Silentshade!"

Instead of dragging out a 'poor' cat, the small scarred tom was giggling, looking at the much larger tom. "Nya ha, hello!" He chirped, seemingly unafraid. Or just really stupid. "You caught me. Now, how about you set me down and count to 10, and ill hide this time!"

[Bracken12]

Instead of dragging out a 'poor' cat, the small scarred tom was giggling, looking at the much larger tom. "Nya ha, hello!" He chirped, seemingly unafraid. Or just really stupid. "You caught me. Now, how about you set me down and count to 10, and ill hide this time!"
Brackenheart dropped the smaller tom in shock. This cat had to have either, no fear, or he was insane. Is he trying to start a game of hide-and-seek?! How crazy is this guy? he wondered as he looked to Silentshade, who shrugged. He then decided to send the secret advantage that they had. The one cat who could match this cat's insane attitude, Clovershine!
"Hi how are you?! Do you like frogs? I like frogs, they go hop, hop ,hop! All day long! I also like birds, they taste good, and they love to sing! Oh! do you want to play hide-and- seek?! I love that game! 1-2-3...." Clovershine layed her head on a tree and covering her eyes with her paws, continued to count. he must have wanted us to close our eyes so he could slip away! How dumb does this cat think we are? he wondered as he closed his eyes, though not all the way, so he could still watch the smaller tom.

[Shinyrobin]

Brackenheart dropped the smaller tom in shock. This cat had to have either, no fear, or he was insane. Is he trying to start a game of hide-and-seek?! How crazy is this guy? he wondered as he looked to Silentshade, who shrugged. He then decided to send the secret advantage that they had. The one cat who could match this cat's insane attitude, Clovershine!
"Hi how are you?! Do you like frogs? I like frogs, they go hop, hop ,hop! All day long! I also like birds, they taste good, and they love to sing! Oh! do you want to play hide-and- seek?! I love that game! 1-2-3...." Clovershine layed her head on a tree and covering her eyes with her paws, continued to count. he must have wanted us to close our eyes so he could slip away! How dumb does this cat think we are? he wondered as he closed his eyes, though not all the way, so he could still watch the smaller tom.

When he was dropped he got right back up, and instantly began to talk to Clovershine, although hesitated once in a while, understanding that this cat was most likely more crazy than him. "Mhm!
I love birdies too! Especially crows, although they dont taste that good..."
He chirped, and watched him cover his eyes. He was off in a flash, running over to the closest tree and actually hiding, not minding that there was two other cats watching. He mouthed the words 'Dont tell him!' to the two,
slinking into the short tree and blending in with the leaves.

[rascalcats]

At his companion's sudden touch, Shadepaw's muzzle wrinkled with disgust, and his expression changed, but realizing she wasn't trying to be affectionate-- thank goodness-- he continued onwards with his tail swishing back and forth gently. It was a slow, almost hypnotic movement. And, had he known how to hypnotize, he might have tried it on Wildpaw. Her questions irritated him. Everything about her irritated him. So why, then, was he working with her? Why didn't he simply discard her as he so often did? Perhaps it was the feeling that he knew he needed to stick to his word. It was important. Or perhaps the feeling that she could be valuable to him, did the time come when he needed a partner, or an older ally. Her question made him roll his eyes and he turned to her with an irritated twitch of his tail, hues snapping in a frustrated manner.
　
"Not that I have to answer you, but you are my partner so I suppose I should." His hues narrowed and then he sighed. "I found Ravenkit a while ago in the territory. He was a pretty weak kit. But, with some training... he could be valuable. He's one of the few cats I trust. He works with me, so I include him in my-- now our-- plans. If you have a problem with that, then I suggest you find someone else just as loyal." His expression turned dangerous and he glanced at her as though daring her to complain. What was there to complain about, though? Ravenkit was a good cat. A cat that he really did trust with his life and one that he truly believed would become a skilled warrior. Just as long as he stayed on the right side of believing in StarClan. Oh, Shadepaw knew they were there, alright... he believed in them... he just didn't support them whatsoever. That was his view on things.


"I don't doubt his loyalty," Wildpaw snapped back, eyes blazing as she stepped a little to the side and swiveled her head around to look at the taller cat. "I was just asking."

Wildpaw had the right to know, didn't she? After all, she was his partner, so why was he acting as if she was a fish he had pulled out of the river? Perhaps she had to continue to earn his trust, but she wasn't used to being treated like a discarded piece of prey. In fact, she wasn't used to being treated any way at all. She was usually just ignored.

Clenching her jaw, Wildpaw was silent after this, but her mind was whirling. What would she have to do to earn Shadepaw's full trust? He had said earlier that he trusted him, but she knew that was a lie, at least a partial one. A drop of blood squeezed past her tight lips, and she flicked her tongue across her jaws to retrieve it.

[Bracken12]

When he was dropped he got right back up, and instantly began to talk to Clovershine, although hesitated once in a while, understanding that this cat was most likely more crazy than him. "Mhm!
I love birdies too! Especially crows, although they dont taste that good..."
He chirped, and watched him cover his eyes. He was off in a flash, running over to the closest tree and actually hiding, not minding that there was two other cats watching. He mouthed the words 'Dont tell him!' to the two,
slinking into the short tree and blending in with the leaves.
Brackenheart nodded as Clovershine got done counting. "Ready or not! here I come!" she yowled, then pouted. "You two didn't hide! you are no fun!" then she shrugged. "Oh well, I'm coming to get you!" she yelled to the other crazy cat. She ran behind Brackenheart. "Clovershine! get out from underneath me!" the brown tom said in an annoyed tone. "Sorry Bracken! just wanted to make sure he wasn't hiding under you!" she purred, a crazed look on her face as she ran blindly around, searching for the unlikely friend. It is said, that great minds think alike, well now we know that crazy minds think alike too! Brackenheart thought as Silentshade decided to play along. "Oh look! I think I found him!" she trilled as she pointed with her tail to a rock in the middle of the river. "Um Silentshade, that's a rock, you silly birdie!" Clovershine bopped Silentshade on the nose with her paw before flouncing over to the tree. "I knew you was there! I just played crazy to make it more fun! and it worked!" she yelled up it.

[Shinyrobin]

Brackenheart nodded as Clovershine got done counting. "Ready or not! here I come!" she yowled, then pouted. "You two didn't hide! you are no fun!" then she shrugged. "Oh well, I'm coming to get you!" she yelled to the other crazy cat. She ran behind Brackenheart. "Clovershine! get out from underneath me!" the brown tom said in an annoyed tone. "Sorry Bracken! just wanted to make sure he wasn't hiding under you!" she purred, a crazed look on her face as she ran blindly around, searching for the unlikely friend. It is said, that great minds think alike, well now we know that crazy minds think alike too! Brackenheart thought as Silentshade decided to play along. "Oh look! I think I found him!" she trilled as she pointed with her tail to a rock in the middle of the river. "Um Silentshade, that's a rock, you silly birdie!" Clovershine bopped Silentshade on the nose with her paw before flouncing over to the tree. "I knew you was there! I just played crazy to make it more fun! and it worked!" she yelled up it.

Crow poked his head out, still smiling. "Soooo my turn?" He asked, and fell forward, having leaned too much towards Clovershine. He fell otomw he ground with a audible thump, and even though it looked like the fall would've hurt a lot Crow simply got back up, still smiling happily.

[Lawlipop]

"It's fine. I don't really care." Applethorn responded bluntly, letting out an irritated sigh as she followed the rest of the group quietly. She didn't mean to be sickly at the moment- really, she'd likely been spending too much time with her mate, Swampstone, to even notice if anything was going on with her health. She guessed she could check in with Geckoleaf and her little sister sometime, but she was sure she'd get better soon- it wasn't like she did anything to get herself sick. She was already so busy with her father's new mate and her mother's return- a mother she looked just like, in fact. She was almost Shellfeather's mirror image, whether she liked it or not, and so she didn't talk to her father much. She never connected with any of her parents, in fact- only Swampstone.
Her and Seapaw used to be close, but they drifted. The last time she saw her was a fight. She'd been yelling at her sister, blaming her for everything that had gone wrong in her life- and as she walked next to these new cats, she didn't regret what she'd said. Seapaw used to be her friend, and she'd been left behind. Maybe these cats were nicer, but due to the apprentice's back-talk, it was almost like she needed a little push.

[we can say she pushed tiny in here, if you'd like?] Lawlipop


Dappleblossom sharp gaze lost it's edge and returned to her a softer sight. She looked at the other warrior and with a nod, she led the two. She stopped them at the edge of the river. The rush of the water so close to her made her legs quiver, but she attempted to quickly shake it off before the others notice. She turns her face towards them, but not so much that her back is to the water, afraid it would suddenly reach out and drag her in it's deadly liquidified maw. "This is where all of the fish for the clan is found." She explained. "This is also where you'll learn to swim as well as for fish for RiverClan. You don't need to learn about it now, but just keep it in-.... mind?" As she looked over the river as she talked she saw a glimpse of something peculiar. It was like the small glimpse of a travelling flame, across the water. It was so bright and orange... like some short of a blaze. It mesmerized Dappleblossom's eyes. The colors brought sentimental memories. Scorchingflame? "I'll be right back." She says without providing any explanation to where she is going. "Stay here you both." And she pads quickly away before they could object to her sudden leave. She searches for the bright color she saw before and followed it along the riverbed.

AbsurdJinx
meraki

[meraki]

fenic! Lawlipop AbsurdJinx
Tinypaw hadn't ever found a sound so loud; the rushing water made crashing sounds as it sped towards the ocean. It was filled up pretty high, the melted snow from earlier in the year as well as the recent rain contributed to it likely. When Dappleblosom said she'd be right back, Tinypaw frowned, wondering what her mentor could have seen to make her get up and leave in such a hurry. But Tinypaw shrugged it off and mentally went over what her mentor had taught her moments before about the river.
Tinypaw crouched down, peering down into the fast moving river. She saw nothing but stones, and the white froth from the water crashing into the rocks. But then, something silver flash, cutting through the water like a knife. Her eyes widened as she bent down lower, seeing that it was a fish. But not just one; there were many. Tiny, silver, thin fish, only about the length of her paw. "Whoa. They swim so fast! I wish i could swim like that. Then agai, I've never tried. Who knows, maybe I could swim like that!" She said with a smile, marvelling at their speed. But Tinypaw knew deep down that it wouldn't be possible; her short limbs wouldn't allow that. But then again, these fish didn't exactly have limbs at all.

[JaxenAmethyst]

Silverspot padded alongside Blizzardtail, resting her head on his broad shoulders, a warming smile plastered on her face, a loving twinkle in her eyes. "I'm glad to be out hunting..but the best part is it's with you," she looked into Blizzardtail's eyes and touched her nose tip to his, resting her tail on his back, a bright smile on her face. "I just wish I hadn't been so busy.. so we could..spend more time together, just like this," she added. "I've missed you.. a lot." At the end of that sentence, she giggled and a small--though hearable--snort escaped her vocal cords. The grey-spotted she-cat's cheeks turned a bush of red roses under her pelt.
She then looked down, admiring the soft touch of the caressing, soothing grass beneath her paws, as she buried her head into Blizzardtail's soft fur. "It's almost as soft as your pelt," she commented.
She felt the rocky ground, and assumed they were reaching the river.
She squinted her eyes, increasing her vision, and stretched her head slightly foward. She looked back at Blizzardtail. "We're almost there," she informed him. Hmm.. she thought, before narrowing her eyes with a playful laugh.
"I bet I can beat you to the river!" Silverspot challenged her mate,
before zipping away.
SpiralTheRival

[Starfall]

Pathos

The warrior weaved through the reeds on the territory, her dark silver fur simmered in the sunlight. She made sure that she was far away from the rivers edge, the very sound of the water gently lapping at the shore was enough to set her nerves on edge. She hated it, the sound, the waves, the smell, every time she heard the liquid memories of the testing lab came flooding back, images of her drowning, the feeling of her lungs filling with the blue, nightmares came flooding into her mind during the day, it was horrible. Oceanbubble stopped, took a deep breath and turned her sapphire blue eyes gleamed with joy and flashed with fear whenever a wave small wave crashed against the riverside. She gave her companion a shy smile and giggled "Sorry...I kinda forgot where we were going....what was the plan again?" she asked, her voice sweet and smooth, it was true, she was only listening a little bit when she was offered to go hunting with her newly found companion, which she quickly accepted considering the fact that she didn't really wish to go out in the territory alone. The warrior stopped walking and turned to face her companion, her head tilted slightly to the right "I vote we go near the middle of the territory instead of by the...River. That would be preferred." she stated, her tail flicked behind her. Although she wasn't one to hide her phobia of the water, she just didn't want to explain why, and every time she told another of her phobia they always had to ask why she thought that way or why she was even in Riverclan since she had such a phobia, it made her incredibly uncomftrable. The warrior turned her attention out towards the middle of the territory and hoped that her clanmate would accept her offer.

[ConfusedCas]

Silverspot padded alongside Blizzardtail, resting her head on his broad shoulders, a warming smile plastered on her face, a loving twinkle in her eyes. "I'm glad to be out hunting..but the best part is it's with you," she looked into Blizzardtail's eyes and touched her nose tip to his, resting her tail on his back, a bright smile on her face. "I just wish I hadn't been so busy.. so we could..spend more time together, just like this," she added. "I've missed you.. a lot." At the end of that sentence, she giggled and a small--though hearable--snort escaped her vocal cords. The grey-spotted she-cat's cheeks turned a bush of red roses under her pelt.
She then looked down, admiring the soft touch of the caressing, soothing grass beneath her paws, as she buried her head into Blizzardtail's soft fur. "It's almost as soft as your pelt," she commented.
She felt the rocky ground, and assumed they were reaching the river.
She squinted her eyes, increasing her vision, and stretched her head slightly foward. She looked back at Blizzardtail. "We're almost there," she informed him. Hmm.. she thought, before narrowing her eyes with a playful laugh.
"I bet I can beat you to the river!" Silverspot challenged her mate,
before zipping away.
SpiralTheRival
(This is heartbreaking)
What a wonderful day... The sky was spotted with only a couple of clouds but behind that a beautiful blue. The weather in new-leaf often flip flopped from sunny to rainy and luckily he and Silverspot had taken their walk at a good time. However the wonderful part about it wasn't the temperature, it was her. Blizzardtail didn't need to say anything as anyone could see the love that clouded his gaze. He simply nodded at her words and enjoyed the soft touch of her furs against his own thick white pelt.
His heart began to speed with excitement as he set off after her with a large leap of speed. Obviously Silverspot remained ahead of him because he was the sort of heavy set tom but he kept good speed. The smooth pepples felt nice along his pads as he ran after the she-cat he loved. Could the day be any more perfect? He began to imagine their future. Their love getting stronger and their kits growing up. Blizzardtail was yanked harshly from his daydreaming as he stumbled a bit on some loose rocks near the cliff above the water. The rain must have loosened the soil beneath them... He continued to speed after Silverspot while calling after her, "Silverspot! Be Carefu-" His warning was cut off with a gasp of alarm as one of the rocks beneath him slid off and fell over the incline and into the very strong current. The tom couldn't get a footing on the slippery mud and began to slip over the cliff. "Help!" Blizzardtail managed to yowl out in panic before he completely slipped off and fell towards the splashing river below.

[spade]

woly

Emerging from the camp entrance and bracing herself for the newleaf breeze, Cricketpaw remained close to Whisperblaze, letting her fur brush his for what she hoped was added comfort in his time of grieving. A slightly chilling breeze swept past her, ruffling her already short fur, and for a moment the Bengal cursed her genetics. Of course short fur made swimming in all of the rivers around camp easier, and made greenleaf much more enjoyable, but the leaf-bare's were miserable for her. She blinked her blue eyes against the sting of frost that still seemed to linger, glancing sideways over at her companion to make sure he was still by her side.
She was still getting used to her role in the Clan of helping those in need and allowing herself to be the one others could vent to, and open up about certain things. Ever since Shellfeather had come back, most RiverClan cats had gotten over the initial shock and were welcoming her back with open paws. There were a few in particular, however, that were hesitant to get close. Her, for instance, and Russetstar. She could see it in her dads eyes when he had first saw her. The dread, the confusion, the hurt... Unconciously, she flexed her forepaws, letting her claws dig into the dirt. She felt a special bond with her father, one that her mother would never understand, and to see him hurting like this made her angry.
Think about Whisperblaze, about what he needs, a voice urged her, and Cricketpaw forced the bile back down her throat, letting her muscles relax under her command. "I'm sorry that Shellfeather is back. With any luck, she'll be gone before sundown," Cricketpaw laughed hoarsely, shaking her head at her pathetic attempt of a joke. Focusing on Whisperblaze now, she sighed. "Where do you wanna head to first?" she asked, blinking curiously as she awaited his answer.

[Bracken12]

Crow poked his head out, still smiling. "Soooo my turn?" He asked, and fell forward, having leaned too much towards Clovershine. He fell otomw he ground with a audible thump, and even though it looked like the fall would've hurt a lot Crow simply got back up, still smiling happily.
Brackenheart stared with pure shock at the strange tom. That guy never gets tired! he didn't know what to do so he just went to sit beside Silentshade. " They are both utterly crazy!" he whispered as he watched Clovershine play with the tom, giggling like the fluff-brain she was. "I know! Never in all my life did I think that I would meet a cat as insane as Clovershine is, and yet here he is!" she said as she watched Clovershine nod.
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Clovershine P.O.V
I nodded happily as I waited for who ever this new best friend was to close his eyes and start counting! I wonder what he was doing? Why is he here? Did STARCLAN JUST ANSWER MY PRAYERS?! I thought. For moons now I had been asking Starclan for a friend that is as crazy as I am and now he's here, playing hide-and-seek with me! "Thank you starclan!" I breathed out, turning even more thistle-brained than I originally was with glee at the thought.

[graves]

woly

Emerging from the camp entrance and bracing herself for the newleaf breeze, Cricketpaw remained close to Whisperblaze, letting her fur brush his for what she hoped was added comfort in his time of grieving. A slightly chilling breeze swept past her, ruffling her already short fur, and for a moment the Bengal cursed her genetics. Of course short fur made swimming in all of the rivers around camp easier, and made greenleaf much more enjoyable, but the leaf-bare's were miserable for her. She blinked her blue eyes against the sting of frost that still seemed to linger, glancing sideways over at her companion to make sure he was still by her side.
She was still getting used to her role in the Clan of helping those in need and allowing herself to be the one others could vent to, and open up about certain things. Ever since Shellfeather had come back, most RiverClan cats had gotten over the initial shock and were welcoming her back with open paws. There were a few in particular, however, that were hesitant to get close. Her, for instance, and Russetstar. She could see it in her dads eyes when he had first saw her. The dread, the confusion, the hurt... Unconciously, she flexed her forepaws, letting her claws dig into the dirt. She felt a special bond with her father, one that her mother would never understand, and to see him hurting like this made her angry.
Think about Whisperblaze, about what he needs, a voice urged her, and Cricketpaw forced the bile back down her throat, letting her muscles relax under her command. "I'm sorry that Shellfeather is back. With any luck, she'll be gone before sundown," Cricketpaw laughed hoarsely, shaking her head at her pathetic attempt of a joke. Focusing on Whisperblaze now, she sighed. "Where do you wanna head to first?" she asked, blinking curiously as she awaited his answer.
Whisperblaze felt an instant relief when leaving camp. he didnt know what was going to happen, what Russet was going to say to Shell, and frankly he didnt want to find out right now. He was scared what the end result would be, what would happen, what the future held. Am I in his future? Perhaps he was a little dramatic for questioning Russet but he didnt know what Shells motives were. Loss hung thick in the air though as soon as he stepped into the nursery. he wouldnt bring it up, atleast not yet. He took comfort in her physical affection, pressing back against her gently. Partially because he needed it emotionally and the other so he didnt fall from how wobbly his legs were. His ears perked at the question slightly, ¨Theres a trail that me and Russet always liked to walk. We walked it when he confessed to me.¨ he smiled at the thought, the day it happened, the look in his mates eyes when he told him, that goofy smile as he gave a nerdy compliment about his eyes and held him close. It was a moment they cherish, a moment Whisper would never forget. Whisper looked to the side of him at the molly. It seemed she was a spitting image of her father it seemed like and it only made him give a small smile. He let the l=way, letting his paws lead them.

[Shinyrobin]

Brackenheart stared with pure shock at the strange tom. That guy never gets tired! he didn't know what to do so he just went to sit beside Silentshade. " They are both utterly crazy!" he whispered as he watched Clovershine play with the tom, giggling like the fluff-brain she was. "I know! Never in all my life did I think that I would meet a cat as insane as Clovershine is, and yet here he is!" she said as she watched Clovershine nod.
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Clovershine P.O.V
I nodded happily as I waited for who ever this new best friend was to close his eyes and start counting! I wonder what he was doing? Why is he here? Did STARCLAN JUST ANSWER MY PRAYERS?! I thought. For moons now I had been asking Starclan for a friend that is as crazy as I am and now he's here, playing hide-and-seek with me! "Thank you starclan!" I breathed out, turning even more thistle-brained than I originally was with glee at the thought.

Crow laid down and closed his eyes, putting his paws over his eyes and started counting, his tail wagging happily like a dog. "Oooone... Twoooo... threeeeee..."