SkyClan Territory

[mvoxhu]

Bee beamed as he was lifted into Pipitchirp's jaws. It made him happy to be carried by the scruff again, hanging limply as they traveled. Though, Bee's long back legs were noticeably much limp than the rest of his body, which he had very clear control over. He pawed at the air with a multi-colored pad, black and pink,
pretty and soft and young. He outstretched them both, letting his ear twitch. After a moment, he asked that dreadful question.
"Who is Peakit, Pipitchirp?" Bee asked, rowdily. He'd caught himself before referring to Pipitchirp as 'mommy', a mistake he didn't yet want to make.
Though Pipitchirp's presence was growing on him as very motherly, he was still mildly unsure of the most elegant molly's true intentions, and where her strange scent came from, where she lived. Who Peakit was, among other things. There were far too many questions for Bee to ask all in one setting,
so he thought that he'd just learn all these things. He desperately wanted to know who Peakit was, and why the cat would enjoy Bee's visit. And,
with all that, he still desperately missed his real mother.

The willowy female decided to take a shorter path through the Skyclan territory, hoping to get Bee back to the camp as soon as she could. Her paws squelched as they padded through the semi-wet terrain, whilst her tail simply tried to avoid getting caught in any thorns or brambles. The weather wasn't too warm, which was helpful in this case, but it also didn't seem like precipitation would begin to dabble to the ground any time soon. Delicate fingers of wind shuffled through the passageway in which the femme had decided to travel down, just barely stroking against the grains of her hair; causing a few shivers to drift down her spinal column.
A few moments passed with Pipitchirp still grasping the young tom in between her jaws, and honestly; she felt as if it was almost natural. But, alas, a new question sprung up from Bee, which the she-cat was almost looking forward to answering, despite the lack of change evident in her tone. It seemed that she was beginning to grow tired again, after all the shock and excitement.
"Peakit is my daughter. She's around your age and as energetic as anything! I bet she'll love you." It as almost possible to see how much Pipitchirp cared for her kit, just by the expression upon her face and the warm glow inside of her green hues.
The molly's face softened as she strode by a patch of pale-coloured flowers. Usually she would find time to pluck a few and smuggle them home, but today she could only stare at the dainty plants; pretty and fragile.
The female continued onwards, her pace a mere amble as her hips swayed with a touch of femininity. Patiently awaiting for the young male's response, if there was any at all.

[loupnoir]

The willowy female decided to take a shorter path through the Skyclan territory, hoping to get Bee back to the camp as soon as she could. Her paws squelched as they padded through the semi-wet terrain, whilst her tail simply tried to avoid getting caught in any thorns or brambles. The weather wasn't too warm, which was helpful in this case, but it also didn't seem like precipitation would begin to dabble to the ground any time soon. Delicate fingers of wind shuffled through the passageway in which the femme had decided to travel down, just barely stroking against the grains of her hair; causing a few shivers to drift down her spinal column.
A few moments passed with Pipitchirp still grasping the young tom in between her jaws, and honestly; she felt as if it was almost natural. But, alas, a new question sprung up from Bee, which the she-cat was almost looking forward to answering, despite the lack of change evident in her tone. It seemed that she was beginning to grow tired again, after all the shock and excitement.
"Peakit is my daughter. She's around your age and as energetic as anything! I bet she'll love you." It as almost possible to see how much Pipitchirp cared for her kit, just by the expression upon her face and the warm glow inside of her green hues.
The molly's face softened as she strode by a patch of pale-coloured flowers. Usually she would find time to pluck a few and smuggle them home, but today she could only stare at the dainty plants; pretty and fragile.
The female continued onwards, her pace a mere amble as her hips swayed with a touch of femininity. Patiently awaiting for the young male's response, if there was any at all.

For some time,
Bee remained silent. His wimpy body hung by the scruff from Pipitchirp's mouth, and his unwholesomeness did not go well with his skimpy appearance. The kitten made a coughing noise before hanging open his jay to speak again. "Peakit is your daughter? That's cool.. once, my mother told me that having a single kit was a bad omen.. at least, that's what her People told her. Did you only have one kit?" He smiled. "My mother said if a she-cat had one kit, they were called a.. Z-a Zooterkins!" He giggled at the word,
despite his clear struggle to speak it.
Out of the blue, he squinted and shivered, looking down once more.
He asked an annoying question: "Also, how much longer 'till we get there?
My scruff hurts."

[mvoxhu]

For some time,
Bee remained silent. His wimpy body hung by the scruff from Pipitchirp's mouth, and his unwholesomeness did not go well with his skimpy appearance. The kitten made a coughing noise before hanging open his jay to speak again. "Peakit is your daughter? That's cool.. once, my mother told me that having a single kit was a bad omen.. at least, that's what her People told her. Did you only have one kit?" He smiled. "My mother said if a she-cat had one kit, they were called a.. Z-a Zooterkins!" He giggled at the word,
despite his clear struggle to speak it.
Out of the blue, he squinted and shivered, looking down once more.
He asked an annoying question: "Also, how much longer 'till we get there?
My scruff hurts."

The female had gotten used to the quiet blanket that had cloaked over the both of them, however, she understood that it would be lifted away at some stage. Her paw pads began to connect with more soft ground, which indicated that this earth probably got interrupted more. Her gaze momentarily dropped to the ground in front of her, and the female's lips tugged upwards as she realised just how close they were to the camp.
"A Zooterkins?" Pipitchirp, well, questioned in a rather sceptical tone, "Golly, I've never heard a word quite so unique!" Her bubbly tone unveiled itself once again, with warmth and radiation simply seeping out from her lips.
After a few moments of humming and legs moving at an average pace, the she-cat's ears suddenly twitched back. The voice of the feline below her made her feel almost.. dreadful? No, perhaps guilty was a better word for it. The female immediately attempted to readjust her pull on the younger feline's neck, and in the meantime managed to snag her coat on a treacherous thorn. Pain plucked into her side like a cat's claw would to a plump bird, although as much as she wanted to screech out in pain, she had to keep her hold on the kit.
So, having to simply inhale a large puff of air, the she-cat carried her head forwards and legs in as graceful a way as she could manage. Soon enough, the pain subsided and was replaced by hope. The entrance to the camp was just barely a few steps away now; and she couldn't wait to show Bee the clan that she was so proud of being in!
"Through here!" she mewed, dipping her head down to part away the flowing brambles in front of her.

[loupnoir]

The female had gotten used to the quiet blanket that had cloaked over the both of them, however, she understood that it would be lifted away at some stage. Her paw pads began to connect with more soft ground, which indicated that this earth probably got interrupted more. Her gaze momentarily dropped to the ground in front of her, and the female's lips tugged upwards as she realised just how close they were to the camp.
"A Zooterkins?" Pipitchirp, well, questioned in a rather sceptical tone, "Golly, I've never heard a word quite so unique!" Her bubbly tone unveiled itself once again, with warmth and radiation simply seeping out from her lips.
After a few moments of humming and legs moving at an average pace, the she-cat's ears suddenly twitched back. The voice of the feline below her made her feel almost.. dreadful? No, perhaps guilty was a better word for it. The female immediately attempted to readjust her pull on the younger feline's neck, and in the meantime managed to snag her coat on a treacherous thorn. Pain plucked into her side like a cat's claw would to a plump bird, although as much as she wanted to screech out in pain, she had to keep her hold on the kit.
So, having to simply inhale a large puff of air, the she-cat carried her head forwards and legs in as graceful a way as she could manage. Soon enough, the pain subsided and was replaced by hope. The entrance to the camp was just barely a few steps away now; and she couldn't wait to show Bee the clan that she was so proud of being in!
"Through here!" she mewed, dipping her head down to part away the flowing brambles in front of her.

(want to move to the clearing)

[mvoxhu]

(want to move to the clearing)

clearing , then after a bit we'll go to nursery??

[loupnoir]

clearing , then after a bit we'll go to nursery??

ok im on it my FRIEND

[Twilight]

Birdbelly padded outside feeling the soft crunch of maple leaves under her paws.The she-cat had gotten use to the walls of the warriors den where she was recovering form her accident. Now she she was more fit to go back to her normal warrior duties.Padding calmly scanning for unsuspecting prey she spotted a mouse chewing on some marigold petals.Instinctively she dropped into a hunter's crouch her paws treading softly she aimed for the mouse back.Then she waited patiently for the mouse to come closer finally the mouse was exactly where she wanted it to be. She leaped her claws unsheathed she landed awkwardly on top of the mouse it let out a squeal then it went limp.

(open)

[Leucos]

Hocus Pocus

Batface was on a tree branch the black fur Tom left eye was white since he was blind and he had a huge scar across it , his nose twitched smelling the fresh air and his ears where curved and pointed but where back against his head. His pelt was dark as night as his good eye was Amber .

He was quite muscular as his shoulders where tense he then licked his right paw and rubbed it on his forehead , then he cleaned his fur . Batface was mysterious tom who was very careful of his words he had a way to trick others and he likes it , he wasn't a happy go lucky cat like the others where and he didn't feel ashamed of himself .
" lovely day to bad I couldn't find anything suitable to hunt , just mice " he said as his voice was deep . He wanted to be the best at hunting but he couldn't do that if there's nothing that he can hunt that he finds worthy . He took a long and pitiful sigh.

[Role]

Hocus Pocus

Batface was on a tree branch the black fur Tom left eye was white since he was blind and he had a huge scar across it , his nose twitched smelling the fresh air and his ears where curved and pointed but where back against his head. His pelt was dark as night as his good eye was Amber .

He was quite muscular as his shoulders where tense he then licked his right paw and rubbed it on his forehead , then he cleaned his fur . Batface was mysterious tom who was very careful of his words he had a way to trick others and he likes it , he wasn't a happy go lucky cat like the others where and he didn't feel ashamed of himself .
" lovely day to bad I couldn't find anything suitable to hunt , just mice " he said as his voice was deep . He wanted to be the best at hunting but he couldn't do that if there's nothing that he can hunt that he finds worthy . He took a long and pitiful sigh.
Leafhide was strolling through the territory, thinking about his mate and daughter. They were such a burden sometimes! How did he ever come to love them? And yet, despite these thoughts, he couldn't bring himself to leave them. Unusual, wasn't it? Leafhide shook out his brown and white pelt, relieving the tension. Leafhide frowned. He shouldn't think too much on this. Thinking about it made him care for their feelings. He didn't. Leafhide's thoughts were interrupted by a voice not too far from where he stood. Frowning, the tom followed the voice and stumbled upon a black tom. "Hello," he rumbled. "Who are you?"

[Leucos]

Leafhide was strolling through the territory, thinking about his mate and daughter. They were such a burden sometimes! How did he ever come to love them? And yet, despite these thoughts, he couldn't bring himself to leave them. Unusual, wasn't it? Leafhide shook out his brown and white pelt, relieving the tension. Leafhide frowned. He shouldn't think too much on this. Thinking about it made him care for their feelings. He didn't. Leafhide's thoughts were interrupted by a voice not too far from where he stood. Frowning, the tom followed the voice and stumbled upon a black tom. "Hello," he rumbled. "Who are you?"

Batface ears perked up as he heard another tom speak he smiled and looked down from his branch he had a soft chuckle
" I'm Batface, how are you if I may ask? " he meowed as he vanished behind some leaves of the tree and appears on another branch . He loved to talk to other toms since they didn't whine about how terrible they felt or how something bad had happened to them. He yawned as he sat down on the branch but then he grew tired of sitting and leapt off it landing on the soft ground " anything interesting to hunt? " he asked his tone full of curiosity

[Role]

Batface ears perked up as he heard another tom speak he smiled and looked down from his branch he had a soft chuckle
" I'm Batface, how are you if I may ask? " he meowed as he vanished behind some leaves of the tree and appears on another branch . He loved to talk to other toms since they didn't whine about how terrible they felt or how something bad had happened to them. He yawned as he sat down on the branch but then he grew tired of sitting and leapt off it landing on the soft ground " anything interesting to hunt? " he asked his tone full of curiosity
"Fine, fine," he lied. Leafhide's whiskers twitched as he watched the tom use the shadows to his advantage. Must be nice to have a dark pelt like that. All his fur was good for was hiding neck deep in leaves or bushes. Leafhidd watched as he leaped to the ground. Yawning, the tom replied, "I haven't searched, so I don't think so," nonchalantly.

[Leucos]

"Fine, fine," he lied. Leafhide's whiskers twitched as he watched the tom use the shadows to his advantage. Must be nice to have a dark pelt like that. All his fur was good for was hiding neck deep in leaves or bushes. Leafhidd watched as he leaped to the ground. Yawning, the tom replied, "I haven't searched, so I don't think so," nonchalantly.

Batface sighed
" guess it's just boring mice eh? " he asked and his nose twitched he smelled a mouse a fat one at that , he licked his lips as he spotted the mouse . He smirked
" time for the hunt " he said as he leapt into some tall grass he then ran to a shadowed area with more grass. He smirked as the mouse was completely unaware to his presence ' one two one two ' He repeated as he crept up once then he stopped for two seconds as the mouse moved away.
' One two one two ' He thought again and repeated the same action . Batface bared his teeth and ran up to the mouse he pounced on it and bit it's neck causing it to loose it's life , the iron taste going down his tongue as his tail thrashed . " got it " he meowed with pride

[Role]

Batface sighed
" guess it's just boring mice eh? " he asked and his nose twitched he smelled a mouse a fat one at that , he licked his lips as he spotted the mouse . He smirked
" time for the hunt " he said as he leapt into some tall grass he then ran to a shadowed area with more grass. He smirked as the mouse was completely unaware to his presence ' one two one two ' He repeated as he crept up once then he stopped for two seconds as the mouse moved away.
' One two one two ' He thought again and repeated the same action . Batface bared his teeth and ran up to the mouse he pounced on it and bit it's neck causing it to loose it's life , the iron taste going down his tongue as his tail thrashed . " got it " he meowed with pride
Leafhide grunted in reply, watching him race off. What an odd tom! Leafhide rolled his eyes, and slowly followed behind. To his surprise, when he arrived a mouse was already caught. "Not bad," he complimented. That was when a new scent hit him. Raven. Leafhide instantly crouched, searching for the black bird. There! Mouth watering, Leafhide crept closer, and closer, and closer. Until.. Pounce! Under his unsheathed claws was a struggling, squawking, black raven. Grinning, Leafhide delivered the killing bite, and picked up his catch.

[Leucos]

Leafhide grunted in reply, watching him race off. What an odd tom! Leafhide rolled his eyes, and slowly followed behind. To his surprise, when he arrived a mouse was already caught. "Not bad," he complimented. That was when a new scent hit him. Raven. Leafhide instantly crouched, searching for the black bird. There! Mouth watering, Leafhide crept closer, and closer, and closer. Until.. Pounce! Under his unsheathed claws was a struggling, squawking, black raven. Grinning, Leafhide delivered the killing bite, and picked up his catch.

Batface smirked as his tail flicked in excitement he set his mouse down at the base of the tree he was just at he licked the blood off his lips.
" not bad yourself " he said softly as his words where laced with a hidden hint pride and some irritation but mostly soft. He enjoyed nothing more then the hunt itself it was exhilarating ! Seeing a prey animal struggling under your paws tasting it's blood , hearing it's final cry before it's life left was just breath taking to him. And besides to him beauty was found in dead things .

The tom caught another scent and he licked his lips he smelled a squirrel . Squirrel . The thought of that light brown bushy tailed creature , killing it , was making his heart race with a smirk. He crouched in some tall grass his Amber eye scanned the scenery and he spotted the lovely , beautiful , squirrel . He licked his lips as he crawled as quiet as a mouse , he stopped as the squirrel grabbed a acorn and nibbled on it. Then he crept some more landing behind a tree the tiny creature was by and his claws poked out his right ear twitched with a grin . He started out slowly and turned to running by chance he caught the squirrel by its tail and he bit it's neck , crushing it with his jaws . His tail thrashed happily.

[Role]

Batface smirked as his tail flicked in excitement he set his mouse down at the base of the tree he was just at he licked the blood off his lips.
" not bad yourself " he said softly as his words where laced with a hidden hint pride and some irritation but mostly soft. He enjoyed nothing more then the hunt itself it was exhilarating ! Seeing a prey animal struggling under your paws tasting it's blood , hearing it's final cry before it's life left was just breath taking to him. And besides to him beauty was found in dead things .

The tom caught another scent and he licked his lips he smelled a squirrel . Squirrel . The thought of that light brown bushy tailed creature , killing it , was making his heart race with a smirk. He crouched in some tall grass his Amber eye scanned the scenery and he spotted the lovely , beautiful , squirrel . He licked his lips as he crawled as quiet as a mouse , he stopped as the squirrel grabbed a acorn and nibbled on it. Then he crept some more landing behind a tree the tiny creature was by and his claws poked out his right ear twitched with a grin . He started out slowly and turned to running by chance he caught the squirrel by its tail and he bit it's neck , crushing it with his jaws . His tail thrashed happily.
Leafhide felt a prickle of uneasiness run over his spine. Something about this cat made him shudder. Frowning as he watched his delight over the sound of the squirrel's bone crunching, Leafhide sat down his catch. "Do you want to head back to camp? We can only carry so much prey," he called, ear flicking. It was an odd tic he had. In tense situations, his ear would flick many times before settling down. As cats came from the Gathering warning SkyClan of the Dusk Syndicate attack, his tic was just unbearably annoying. He couldn't really help it, it was just bad habit. Leafhide shook his head, and refocused on the world around him.

[Leucos]

Leafhide felt a prickle of uneasiness run over his spine. Something about this cat made him shudder. Frowning as he watched his delight over the sound of the squirrel's bone crunching, Leafhide sat down his catch. "Do you want to head back to camp? We can only carry so much prey," he called, ear flicking. It was an odd tic he had. In tense situations, his ear would flick many times before settling down. As cats came from the Gathering warning SkyClan of the Dusk Syndicate attack, his tic was just unbearably annoying. He couldn't really help it, it was just bad habit. Leafhide shook his head, and refocused on the world around him.

Batface looked at him as he set down his prey and smiled
" why don't we just eat our prey? It's not like they need three pieces of prey , and we can continue the lovely game known as hunting " he meowed calmly his eye and one dead eye where pleading , he didn't wanna quit now since he was already in the thrill! A small purr rose through his throat , he sat down and started pawing the dead mouse he caught

" c'mon how bad can it be? Just a few more catches ! " he meowed as his tail thrashed happily

[Role]

Batface looked at him as he set down his prey and smiled
" why don't we just eat our prey? It's not like they need three pieces of prey , and we can continue the lovely game known as hunting " he meowed calmly his eye and one dead eye where pleading , he didn't wanna quit now since he was already in the thrill! A small purr rose through his throat , he sat down and started pawing the dead mouse he caught

" c'mon how bad can it be? Just a few more catches ! " he meowed as his tail thrashed happily
Leafhide's gaze darkened. Now he was mad. The warrior code was what he abided by every day of his life. Well.. maybe not all the time, but every day. "Now hold on just a moment," he snapped. That's against the warrior code. And with leaf bare coming up, we need to take as much prey as possible back to camp. We can't starve this leaf bare!" Leafhide picked up his catch, and narrowed his eyes. He motioned with his head towards the camp. "Let's go," he ordered around his raven.

[Leucos]

Leafhide's gaze darkened. Now he was mad. The warrior code was what he abided by every day of his life. Well.. maybe not all the time, but every day. "Now hold on just a moment," he snapped. That's against the warrior code. And with leaf bare coming up, we need to take as much prey as possible back to camp. We can't starve this leaf bare!" Leafhide picked up his catch, and narrowed his eyes. He motioned with his head towards the camp. "Let's go," he ordered around his raven.

Batface was wide eyed as his ear twitched
" and your not my boss , but let's say we have one piece of our prey ? How bad could it actually be? Just one mouse or raven or squirrel .... Every one gets there share no matter what if we just share or have one piece of our catch. Now don't think of it as against the warrior code my good sir. Think of it as bending the rules , c'mon just one piece of prey? " he asked softly as he was in front of leafhide again a pleading look was on his face he had a smile as well . His ear twitched as he sat down looking at the older tom with calmness , he cleaned his fur . Hopefully this worked .

[Role]

Batface was wide eyed as his ear twitched
" and your not my boss , but let's say we have one piece of our prey ? How bad could it actually be? Just one mouse or raven or squirrel .... Every one gets there share no matter what if we just share or have one piece of our catch. Now don't think of it as against the warrior code my good sir. Think of it as bending the rules , c'mon just one piece of prey? " he asked softly as he was in front of leafhide again a pleading look was on his face he had a smile as well . His ear twitched as he sat down looking at the older tom with calmness , he cleaned his fur . Hopefully this worked .
Leafhide began to growl. Once more, he set his prey down. "Don't you try to tempt me. You're sounding worse than a Dark Forest cat," he snapped. "One piece of prey could mean one starved cat." Leafhide bared his teeth at the black tom. "I'll say it again. Let's. Go," he snarled.

[Leucos]

Leafhide began to growl. Once more, he set his prey down. "Don't you try to tempt me. You're sounding worse than a Dark Forest cat," he snapped. "One piece of prey could mean one starved cat." Leafhide bared his teeth at the black tom. "I'll say it again. Let's. Go," he snarled.

Batface chuckled
" awww now that hurt my feelings " he had a fake frown and turned to a smirk
" but seriously old timer you know that you want to I mean it's food! We eat , we need it to survive . I mean if they want the prey so badly every one should just hunt for themselves " he meowed as he picked up his mouse and started to eat it with a flick of his tail " suit yourself " he added and layed down munching on his mouse while his whiskers twitched

[Role]

Batface chuckled
" awww now that hurt my feelings " he had a fake frown and turned to a smirk
" but seriously old timer you know that you want to I mean it's food! We eat , we need it to survive . I mean if they want the prey so badly every one should just hunt for themselves " he meowed as he picked up his mouse and started to eat it with a flick of his tail " suit yourself " he added and layed down munching on his mouse while his whiskers twitched
Leafhide sucked in a breath of disgust. How could he eat when the cold season was approaching? All Clans had to ration. In a burst of anger, Leafhide unsheathed his claws and cuffed Batface on the head. "Fool! If we could all hunt for ourselves, we would not be hunting right now! Don't act like an apprentice, Batface," he spat. Leafhide pushed the mouse away from the tom's clutches.

[Leucos]

Leafhide sucked in a breath of disgust. How could he eat when the cold season was approaching? All Clans had to ration. In a burst of anger, Leafhide unsheathed his claws and cuffed Batface on the head. "Fool! If we could all hunt for ourselves, we would not be hunting right now! Don't act like an apprentice, Batface," he spat. Leafhide pushed the mouse away from the tom's clutches.

" oh no I'm scared! " he said as he shook but he let out a series of giggles followed by laughter .he didn't want to be in a clan but yet he did want to , it was rather a confusing thought for him. He shook his fur and head his nose twitched . " wow nice try , news flash bub... I do as I please " he spat his calm gesture gone , replaced by irritation . His curved ears down as his tail slight thrashed .

[Role]

" oh no I'm scared! " he said as he shook but he let out a series of giggles followed by laughter .he didn't want to be in a clan but yet he did want to , it was rather a confusing thought for him. He shook his fur and head his nose twitched . " wow nice try , news flash bub... I do as I please " he spat his calm gesture gone , replaced by irritation . His curved ears down as his tail slight thrashed .
(Wanna make them fight? Also sorry its short!)

Leafhide glared daggers at Batface. "Idiot. If you want to eat so bad, why don't you go be a kittypet?" Noticing his sudden hostile expression, Leafhide tensed, bracing himself for any kind of attack.

[Leucos]

(Wanna make them fight? Also sorry its short!)

Leafhide glared daggers at Batface. "Idiot. If you want to eat so bad, why don't you go be a kittypet?" Noticing his sudden hostile expression, Leafhide tensed, bracing himself for any kind of attack.

Half fight )

Batface hissed as he clawed leafhides face
" id rather die than go be a kittypet! There filthy ! And aren't you supposed to say mouse brained instead ? " he snapped as his fur was on edge baring his sharp teeth . The poor tom didn't know when to quit

[Role]

Half fight )

Batface hissed as he clawed leafhides face
" id rather die than go be a kittypet! There filthy ! And aren't you supposed to say mouse brained instead ? " he snapped as his fur was on edge baring his sharp teeth . The poor tom didn't know when to quit
(Alrighty)

Leafhide was taken aback by the searing pain that flashed across his face. Now, he was angry. "Then stop acting like one!" Leafhide reared up on his hind legs and swiped both paws at Batface, claws unsheathed. "As a warrior you should learn to respect the code. StarClan put this prey here so we could dine peacefully!" Leafhide then lunged towards Batface, snapping his jaws towards his shoulder.

[Leucos]

(Alrighty)

Leafhide was taken aback by the searing pain that flashed across his face. Now, he was angry. "Then stop acting like one!" Leafhide reared up on his hind legs and swiped both paws at Batface, claws unsheathed. "As a warrior you should learn to respect the code. StarClan put this prey here so we could dine peacefully!" Leafhide then lunged towards Batface, snapping his jaws towards his shoulder.

Batface yowled in pain as he was swiped at and bitten he had to think of a way to quit this he didn't want to ruin his looks! Before he spoke again he backed up and took one last attack he bit leafhides paw and he realized something he backed up and sighed
" starclan may have they may think that but we shouldn't be fighting like savages I learned my mistake , I guess I have broke the warrior code but now I see my problem I was wrong to think that way , I shouldn't have acted like a selfish good for nothing tom . I'm sorry " he said as his head hung low with a fake tear he managed to create and he sniffled .

[Role]

Batface yowled in pain as he was swiped at and bitten he had to think of a way to quit this he didn't want to ruin his looks! Before he spoke again he backed up and took one last attack he bit leafhides paw and he realized something he backed up and sighed
" starclan may have they may think that but we shouldn't be fighting like savages I learned my mistake , I guess I have broke the warrior code but now I see my problem I was wrong to think that way , I shouldn't have acted like a selfish good for nothing tom . I'm sorry " he said as his head hung low with a fake tear he managed to create and he sniffled .
Leafhide winced in pain as the pad in his paw was pierced. Now blood began to seep into the dirt below. Disgusting. Lapping at his paw, Leafhide listened to what Batface had to say. Albeit unconvinced, Leafhide picked up his raven. Without a word, he limped back to camp, grunting in reply at his apology. He would drop his prey off and head to the medicine cat den.

(End? Or do you want to continue somehow?)

[Leucos]

Swiftheart

Deerspots was a little upset that her friend or maybe crush Hollypelt looked away so suddenly and asked that they should meet again but in her mind it was something to do with her eyes . Her left eye was half blue and green while the other was pure green , the she cat was currently crouching in some tall grass as she had her eyes on a mouse not far from where she was . She licked her lips since she was hungry and for some reason craved mice recently , her tail was swaying back and forth as she started to creep forward ever so quietly

The mouse put it's head up for a few moments but this caused Deerspots to stop her movements , it wasn't that far away but she could taste it already her mouth was watering . Her claws sharpened as the mouse walked away a few distances but was still pretty close , the Warrior Crept Up As It Turned To Full Blown Running excitement Was Running THrough Her VEins and the mouse was completely oblivious to her being behind it. Soon enough Deerspots pounced on the creature and sunk her teeth in it , tasting the iron in the blood . Deerspots purred as she held the dead mouse in her jaws .

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Swiftheart

Deerspots was a little upset that her friend or maybe crush Hollypelt looked away so suddenly and asked that they should meet again but in her mind it was something to do with her eyes . Her left eye was half blue and green while the other was pure green , the she cat was currently crouching in some tall grass as she had her eyes on a mouse not far from where she was . She licked her lips since she was hungry and for some reason craved mice recently , her tail was swaying back and forth as she started to creep forward ever so quietly

The mouse put it's head up for a few moments but this caused Deerspots to stop her movements , it wasn't that far away but she could taste it already her mouth was watering . Her claws sharpened as the mouse walked away a few distances but was still pretty close , the Warrior Crept Up As It Turned To Full Blown Running excitement Was Running THrough Her VEins and the mouse was completely oblivious to her being behind it. Soon enough Deerspots pounced on the creature and sunk her teeth in it , tasting the iron in the blood . Deerspots purred as she held the dead mouse in her jaws .
Milkfur seemed to appear out of the bushes,tumbling into Deerspots.She didnt relize it was a cat until she had already leaped.when she was able get away,she jumped away,fear in her green eyes as alwase."S-sorry.I didn't know you had already killed it.Sorry if i-" she paused,just recognizing who she had ran into.Relife flooded over her as she recognized her sister,Deespots.

"Oh!Hey deerspots." She said,but she didn't sit down.She still wanted to make a clean escape if a dusk syndicate cat came out.She had been nervous,well,more nervous,since they had killed her former mentor and disapeared.But that was just the type of cat she was,and she didn't know how to change that.

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Milkfur seemed to appear out of the bushes,tumbling into Deerspots.She didnt relize it was a cat until she had already leaped.when she was able get away,she jumped away,fear in her green eyes as alwase."S-sorry.I didn't know you had already killed it.Sorry if i-" she paused,just recognizing who she had ran into.Relife flooded over her as she recognized her sister,Deespots.

"Oh!Hey deerspots." She said,but she didn't sit down.She still wanted to make a clean escape if a dusk syndicate cat came out.She had been nervous,well,more nervous,since they had killed her former mentor and disapeared.But that was just the type of cat she was,and she didn't know how to change that.

Deerspots made a squeak of fear as her sister had tumbled into her loosing some balance but caught herself , she didn't realize it was her sister either until she shook her head still holding the deceased mouse in her jaws. Her eyes widened as she had a smile she set the mouse down.
" h-hey sis ! I guess we both got scared there . And I'm sorry about your mentor , I bet he was great even though I didn't ever meet him " she meowed as she had heard of her sisters mentors death . She felt sorry for them both cause now her sister was even more shy and she wanted her sister to be ok.

The warrior shook her fur and scratched her ear she purred as she did so , Deerspots yawned as she sat down knowing that no dusk syndicate cat would dare come into skyclan territory , all dusk syndicates should fear their leader . Her eyes focused on her sibling and she had a cute smile letting Milkfur know that it was ok , that there was nothing to fear .

[Brilliance]

Luna cocked her head to one side, his words about trespassing ringing in her ears. It seemed to echo because it was all new to her. Trespassing? This cat had territory? What was that about? Why did he look like he was about to chase her? Honestly whenever cats got on her "territory" she welcomed them, let them stay. Sure it was somewhat foolish but it was what she did. Because she believed that kindness paid off. The cat she was speaking to clearly did not. She didn't even know who he was. All she knew he was hostile, and he was quite intriguing. Why did she know these things? From her own experience of exactly what was happening at the current moment. "I was following a pretty bug." Luna said, not realizing her own sassy and ignorant tone. She didn't want to be like that. Because this cat was intriguing and interesting and she wanted to be around him more because he confused her. The tom had anger issues, could be helped with his temper. She wasn't helping but maybe she could eventually. She didn't know what this cat was like. He didn't know what she was like. So maybe if she said she hadn't meant to be trespassing and introduced herself he'd be a little bit nicer. "I never meant to trespass. And anyways I'm much to small to hurt you." It was true, the tom was look double her size and she had the right to believe him an almost full grown cat. Perhaps 10 months. But for all she knew he was her age as the she-cat was about the size of a 3 month old. Perhaps that could get her out of the situation. "I'm Luna."


The first initial action Timberpaw took was to protect his clan. Skyclan territory was not permitted for all, so this feline had no motives to be here. However, this...shady character wasn't as big as an opponent should be. “That's not an excuse to just wander in unknown territory.” He rasped. Didn't this Molly know anything about the clans? And, following a “pretty bug” had not been an excuse to the larger male. At her words, Timberpaw brought his gaze to stare at the torn butterfly, a satisfied smirk lighting his expression. “Following pretty things can get you killed.” By all means, Timberpaw was not a savage. Loyal, yes. Guarded, yes. Serious, yes. Expressionless, double yes. To him, this was true. He could rip her to shreds at any given moment, but since he was an apprentice. And, knew that it was wrong to end another's life - protecting your clan or not. Especially to this little thing. Timberpaw rolled his gaze to stare at his company out the corner of his optics. If he knew what humor was, he would laugh. But, instead he remained locked. Stoic. Bone chilling. “Oh, I know that already,” he ruffled his fur, finding her next said words truthful. “But, I also know that no size is too small to be cunning.” He narrowed his orange gaze into a narrowed passage. Even small cats held back intentions, and therefore Timberpaw found himself not trusting this seemingly innocent kitten. When she introduced herself, Timberpaw stood shellshocked. The fact that she told him her name like he was a FRIEND. Or, that they could become budding friends - never. This made Timberpaw dig his claws out into the earth’s bedding. “And, why would you tell me this?” He questioned, trying to keep his tone leveled and serious. “I don't care for your name!” He seethed. “I'm still wondering why you're still here!” If she wasn't apart of Skyclan, then she was not meant to be here. It was best for her to leave now since he was “trying” to be his nicest to her. Though she was smaller, Timberpaw continued to keep his guard up. He eyed the unwanted company like a venomous snake. Hinting to her that she better leave before he took forceful reinforcement to chase her out.

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Deerspots made a squeak of fear as her sister had tumbled into her loosing some balance but caught herself , she didn't realize it was her sister either until she shook her head still holding the deceased mouse in her jaws. Her eyes widened as she had a smile she set the mouse down.
" h-hey sis ! I guess we both got scared there . And I'm sorry about your mentor , I bet he was great even though I didn't ever meet him " she meowed as she had heard of her sisters mentors death . She felt sorry for them both cause now her sister was even more shy and she wanted her sister to be ok.

The warrior shook her fur and scratched her ear she purred as she did so , Deerspots yawned as she sat down knowing that no dusk syndicate cat would dare come into skyclan territory , all dusk syndicates should fear their leader . Her eyes focused on her sibling and she had a cute smile letting Milkfur know that it was ok , that there was nothing to fear .
Milkfur shook some dirt from some of her fur,being carefully not to shake it so much that it landed in her sisters fur.She sat down,and then realized that deerspots had said something about her mentor.She paused for a second,but not near as long as she did with most cats."It's on.She's in starclan now right?" She said.She licked some of the mud and dirt from her chest quickly before looking back up at her sister.

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Milkfur shook some dirt from some of her fur,being carefully not to shake it so much that it landed in her sisters fur.She sat down,and then realized that deerspots had said something about her mentor.She paused for a second,but not near as long as she did with most cats."It's on.She's in starclan now right?" She said.She licked some of the mud and dirt from her chest quickly before looking back up at her sister.

Deerspots kept her smile on as she listened to her sister and nodded her trail curled and uncurled she looked around for a bit not sure if she wanted to keep hunting or not but she just felt restless .
" y-you h-haven't see father here have you? I just wanna know " she meowed as she smelled his scent which to her was unpleasant . She felt fear slowly running up her bones but tried to ignore it , the she cat noticed another mouse but just ran at it and pounced on it then snapping its neck with her jaws. She then looked back at her sister for the answer

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Deerspots kept her smile on as she listened to her sister and nodded her trail curled and uncurled she looked around for a bit not sure if she wanted to keep hunting or not but she just felt restless .
" y-you h-haven't see father here have you? I just wanna know " she meowed as she smelled his scent which to her was unpleasant . She felt fear slowly running up her bones but tried to ignore it , the she cat noticed another mouse but just ran at it and pounced on it then snapping its neck with her jaws. She then looked back at her sister for the answer
Milkfur shook her head after a few seconds."I think he is still in camp.I haven't ran into him while hunting." She said.She hoped he was in camp though,but she was not really sure,but she forced herself to believe he was,but just the mention of him made her fur along her spine stand on end a little,no matter how many times she reasurred herself.
She rembered she hasn't collected any prey,but didn't know if she should abandoned her sister to get some.The clan will be mad if I leave.They would call me a coward and other things again if I came back without prey.' she thought,starting to worry.She glanced up,almost forgetting that her sister was there,and hoped to see a squirrel.

[Leucos]

Milkfir shook her head after a few seconds."I think he is still in camp.I haven't ran into him while hunting." She said.She hoped he was in camp though,but she was not really sure,but she forced herself to believe he was,but just the mention of him made her fur along her spine stand on end a little,no matter how many times she reasurred herself.
She rembered she hasn't collected any prey,but didn't know if she should abandoned her sister to get some.The clan will be mad if I leave.They would call me a coward and other things again if I came back without prey.' she thought,starting to worry.She glanced up,almost forgetting that her sister was there,and hoped to see a squirrel.

Deerspots felt her fur along her back start to rise she was getting chills up her spine just thinking about Leafhide ! She then dragged her mouse over to her sister and set it by her paws
" you seem like you need it more then me sis " she meowed and her ears perked up as her nose twitched trying to smell any more prey she could get before she decided to head back and run inside as fast as a rabbit to the warriors den. Her tail was up in the air as she scanned the territory she spotted a raven! Her mouth watered as she crept slowly getting down to the ground as her eyes where glood to the raven. The raven seemed oblivious as the warrior kept creeping up to it

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Deerspots felt her fur along her back start to rise she was getting chills up her spine just thinking about Leafhide ! She then dragged her mouse over to her sister and set it by her paws
" you seem like you need it more then me sis " she meowed and her ears perked up as her nose twitched trying to smell any more prey she could get before she decided to head back and run inside as fast as a rabbit to the warriors den. Her tail was up in the air as she scanned the territory she spotted a raven! Her mouth watered as she crept slowly getting down to the ground as her eyes where glood to the raven. The raven seemed oblivious as the warrior kept creeping up to it
Milkfur nodded in gratitude."Thanks.I'll still look for my own prey though." She said,but saw she was already gone.She picked up the mouse and hesitated before slinking away to find her own prey so her sister wouldn't be doing all of the work.

Milkfur had only found one Squirrel,but came back to the spot her and her sister where talking,not sure if she should have left or not.'Maby she just found something.Maby ishould wait here for a few minutes.' she thought,laying Deerspot's mouse on the ground beside her Squirrel.
(If you want to stop it here we can)

[Leucos]

Milkfur nodded in gratitude."Thanks.I'll still look for my own prey though." She said,but saw she was already gone.She picked up the mouse and hesitated before slinking away to find her own prey so her sister wouldn't be doing all of the work.

Milkfur had only found one Squirrel,but came back to the spot her and her sister where talking,not sure if she should have left or not.'Maby she just found something.Maby ishould wait here for a few minutes.' she thought,laying Deerspot's mouse on the ground beside her Squirrel.
(If you want to stop it here we can)

No because I'm BORED :3 )
Deerspots had walked back with the dead raven in her mouth it was pretty tricky to catch but by luck of starclan she had caught it! She was glad she had caught this bird and her tail thrashed happily with a wide smile as she padded up to her sister. She set the bird by the mouse she had caught and licked her lips , her unique colored eyes looked at Milkfur with pride and joy she needed this , to move , to forget about Leafhide. She shook her fur and stretched her legs with a long yawn erupting from her jaws.


She didn't wanna go back to camp just yet since she enjoyed the wind blowing against her fur , the smell of many prey . She then looked at the prey they have collected and thought things over as her left ear flicked
" how about this , I can take back a mouse and squirrel . While you take the raven and the other mouse. How's that sound? " she asked as she tilted her head , her tail was swaying back and forth . Waiting a answer .

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No because I'm BORED :3 )
Deerspots had walked back with the dead raven in her mouth it was pretty tricky to catch but by luck of starclan she had caught it! She was glad she had caught this bird and her tail thrashed happily with a wide smile as she padded up to her sister. She set the bird by the mouse she had caught and licked her lips , her unique colored eyes looked at Milkfur with pride and joy she needed this , to move , to forget about Leafhide. She shook her fur and stretched her legs with a long yawn erupting from her jaws.


She didn't wanna go back to camp just yet since she enjoyed the wind blowing against her fur , the smell of many prey . She then looked at the prey they have collected and thought things over as her left ear flicked
" how about this , I can take back a mouse and squirrel . While you take the raven and the other mouse. How's that sound? " she asked as she tilted her head , her tail was swaying back and forth . Waiting a answer .
Milkfur thought about what to say and nodded."Yhea.It's fine." She said.She glanced in the direction of the camp.'Does this mean we have to go back to camp?What if the other warriors start laughing at me again for being a coward?What if Leafhide yells at us?' she kept her mouth firmly closed though,dispite these thoughts.She started thinking of ways to stall and stay away from camp longer."Are...you sure this is enough prey?Maby we should just have a walk or something and check for some extra.For the elders and kits." She said hesitantly.'I hope we don't go near the dusk syndicate border again.It's error there.Some cats could still be waiting to attack!'.Her fur started to stand on end again,afraid that they would go in that direction.She was looking in that direction,wide eyed as if she expected a large,battle scared cat to leap out at them any moment.

[Leucos]

Milkfur thought about what to say and nodded."Yhea.It's fine." She said.She glanced in the direction of the camp.'Does this mean we have to go back to camp?What if the other warriors start laughing at me again for being a coward?What if Leafhide yells at us?' she kept her mouth firmly closed though,dispite these thoughts.She started thinking of ways to stall and stay away from camp longer."Are...you sure this is enough prey?Maby we should just have a walk or something and check for some extra.For the elders and kits." She said hesitantly.'I hope we don't go near the dusk syndicate border again.It's error there.Some cats could still be waiting to attack!'.Her fur started to stand on end again,afraid that they would go in that direction.She was looking in that direction,wide eyed as if she expected a large,battle scared cat to leap out at them any moment.

Deerspots ears perked up and she seemed to know what her sister was thinking about instantly a frown was planted on her face she then looked behind herself in case anything huge were to attack them , her ears flicked at the suggestion that Milkfur said " yeah , yeah . A walk sounds great " she meowed quickly she was afraid of Leafhide but deep inside she wanted to tear him apart! And make him crowfood . She sighed and picked up her prey she then walked over to a tree setting them down beside it she scooped up some leaves and covered her small kill pile with them " C'mon sis let's put our kill here the leaves will hide it " she meowed softly

She sat down and started to clean her fur quickly as her trail flicked she put her head up to see if any one or thing was coming for them but luckily there was no one. She continued to clean her fur quickly while she waited for her sister , she then scratched her left ear now standing up to her paws shaking her fur .

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Deerspots ears perked up and she seemed to know what her sister was thinking about instantly a frown was planted on her face she then looked behind herself in case anything huge were to attack them , her ears flicked at the suggestion that Milkfur said " yeah , yeah . A walk sounds great " she meowed quickly she was afraid of Leafhide but deep inside she wanted to tear him apart! And make him crowfood . She sighed and picked up her prey she then walked over to a tree setting them down beside it she scooped up some leaves and covered her small kill pile with them " C'mon sis let's put our kill here the leaves will hide it " she meowed softly

She sat down and started to clean her fur quickly as her trail flicked she put her head up to see if any one or thing was coming for them but luckily there was no one. She continued to clean her fur quickly while she waited for her sister , she then scratched her left ear now standing up to her paws shaking her fur .
Milkfur hurried her prey next to her sisters in leaves,and then checked to make sure it was hidden."So what direction?" She asked when she was finished.She glanced at the sky.It was not night time yet,so she wanted to spend as much time away from camp as possible.
(Sorry it's a bit short)

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Milkfur hurried her prey next to her sisters in leaves,and then checked to make sure it was hidden."So what direction?" She asked when she was finished.She glanced at the sky.It was not night time yet,so she wanted to spend as much time away from camp as possible.
(Sorry it's a bit short)

Deerspots looked around she noticed that not a lot of cats but many cats were around here she spotted a place that had what looked like a small path way
" this way c'mon ! I'll race you. " she meowed and playfully pawed Milkfur's ear . She started running as fast as she could her legs like a blur her nose was pointed to the sky and she had a smile on her face yet again , a few giggles escaped her throat until she bumped into a muscular black tom who's left eye was blinded and had a scar across it , the tom hissed his name was Batface. Batface kicked Deerspots off of himself and bared his teeth he wasn't in a good mood since he had a small fight with Leafhide not to long ago the bite mark on his shoulder was evidence .
" watch where your going freak " he hissed in a deep voice . His tail thrashed angrily and his pointed ears where back


Deerspots gulped as she started to back up
" i-i-im sorry .... " she whimpered and she had her head down
" sorry ? Sorry doesn't cut it and besides is that really your eye color? BAH ! " he snarled and Deerspots head was down . Batface grinned

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Deerspots looked around she noticed that not a lot of cats but many cats were around here she spotted a place that had what looked like a small path way
" this way c'mon ! I'll race you. " she meowed and playfully pawed Milkfur's ear . She started running as fast as she could her legs like a blur her nose was pointed to the sky and she had a smile on her face yet again , a few giggles escaped her throat until she bumped into a muscular black tom who's left eye was blinded and had a scar across it , the tom hissed his name was Batface. Batface kicked Deerspots off of himself and bared his teeth he wasn't in a good mood since he had a small fight with Leafhide not to long ago the bite mark on his shoulder was evidence .
" watch where your going freak " he hissed in a deep voice . His tail thrashed angrily and his pointed ears where back


Deerspots gulped as she started to back up
" i-i-im sorry .... " she whimpered and she had her head down
" sorry ? Sorry doesn't cut it and besides is that really your eye color? BAH ! " he snarled and Deerspots head was down . Batface grinned
Milkfur caught up,panting and out of breath.She noticed Batface almost immidetly.Her fur stood on end,already imagining the worst case scenario. "Wh-where sorry.We didn't mean to bother you." Milkfur stuttered.She had not caught most of it,but she knew from Deerapots expression that he had said something to upset her,and all shue could think about was that he had said something about her eye.

[Leucos]

Milkfur caught up,panting and out of breath.She noticed Batface almost immidetly.Her fur stood on end,already imagining the worst case scenario. "Wh-where sorry.We didn't mean to bother you." Milkfur stuttered.She had not caught most of it,but she knew from Deerapots expression that he had said something to upset her,and all shue could think about was that he had said something about her eye.

Batface hissed at both of them his fur was on end
" wait you look like that grumpy old tom! I think his name ended in hide? No wonder " he snorted . He stared daggers at both of them his eye had a cold and deadly look to them . Deerspots couldn't help but back up a little bit she had a mixture of fear and anger her teeth bared at the muscular tom in front of them as she shook herself " m-m-maybe ....y-you shouldn't judge people ..... From the ...Looks your not so great l-looking yourself " she meowed fear lacing her voice . Batface only snorted and started laughing his left claw was sharpened and he struck Deerspots across the face which caused the warrior to fall to her paws " m-m-maybe you s-should keep your jaw closed " Batface mocked , he hissed in Milkfurs face and raced off. Deerspots was crying a little

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Batface hissed at both of them his fur was on end
" wait you look like that grumpy old tom! I think his name ended in hide? No wonder " he snorted . He stared daggers at both of them his eye had a cold and deadly look to them . Deerspots couldn't help but back up a little bit she had a mixture of fear and anger her teeth bared at the muscular tom in front of them as she shook herself " m-m-maybe ....y-you shouldn't judge people ..... From the ...Looks your not so great l-looking yourself " she meowed fear lacing her voice . Batface only snorted and started laughing his left claw was sharpened and he struck Deerspots across the face which caused the warrior to fall to her paws " m-m-maybe you s-should keep your jaw closed " Batface mocked , he hissed in Milkfurs face and raced off. Deerspots was crying a little
Milkfur's fur stood on end,but shedding chase after him.She didn't want to start a fight she knew she couldn't win.She crouched down next to her sister."Are you OK?" She asked worridly.'Because of leafhide,deerspots got hurt.But it's partly my fault.I should have at least attacked him.' she thought.Her tail was brushing the ground now,and she felt ashamed of herself.'Maby I am just a coward.I shouldn't blame leafhide for something when he wasent even here.It's my fault.' she thought.

[Leucos]

Milkfur's fur stood on end,but shedding chase after him.She didn't want to start a fight she knew she couldn't win.She crouched down next to her sister."Are you OK?" She asked worridly.'Because of leafhide,deerspots got hurt.But it's partly my fault.I should have at least attacked him.' she thought.Her tail was brushing the ground now,and she felt ashamed of herself.'Maby I am just a coward.I shouldn't blame leafhide for something when he wasent even here.It's my fault.' she thought.

Deerspots looked up at her sister she felt weak some tears whent down her cheek she tried to laugh it off hoping her sister would buy it.
" y-y-yeah... I..I'm f-f-fine... " she sniffles and she shook her fur but tears kept trailing down her face even though she had a smile. She didn't want to be at the center of attention she knew other clanmates had worse pasts and lives then she does or her siblings . But inside she was hurt and upset , like no one understood her , she kept trying to push those feelings down every day but always rose back up during the night .
" a-a-arent....we....supposed to.... Take a walk ...and be h-h-hunting? " she asked with a fake a smile

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Deerspots looked up at her sister she felt weak some tears whent down her cheek she tried to laugh it off hoping her sister would buy it.
" y-y-yeah... I..I'm f-f-fine... " she sniffles and she shook her fur but tears kept trailing down her face even though she had a smile. She didn't want to be at the center of attention she knew other clanmates had worse pasts and lives then she does or her siblings . But inside she was hurt and upset , like no one understood her , she kept trying to push those feelings down every day but always rose back up during the night .
" a-a-arent....we....supposed to.... Take a walk ...and be h-h-hunting? " she asked with a fake a smile
Milkfur nodded,hesitating to speak.She knew that her sister was lying,but figured she was doing it so she wouldn't worry."Yhea.If we leave then we can still get some prey." She said slowly.Milkfur's pride was hurt,but she hid all of her emotions,not wanting to make her sister feel even worse.
'It's my fault she got hurt.I didn't stand up for her.I'm to weak.I'm no better than a kittypet.' she thought.She looked in the direction that Batface had went.She hated herself,batface,and her father,but she reminded herself that hate only brought wars and death.Hate only brought pain,and that only made things worse.She directed her full focus to making her sister feel better again,and dismissed her own feelings.

[Leucos]

Milkfur nodded,hesitating to speak.She knew that her sister was lying,but figured she was doing it so she wouldn't worry."Yhea.If we leave then we can still get some prey." She said slowly.Milkfur's pride was hurt,but she hid all of her emotions,not wanting to make her sister feel even worse.
'It's my fault she got hurt.I didn't stand up for her.I'm to weak.I'm no better than a kittypet.' she thought.She looked in the direction that Batface had went.She hated herself,batface,and her father,but she reminded herself that hate only brought wars and death.Hate only brought pain,and that only made things worse.She directed her full focus to making her sister feel better again,and dismissed her own feelings.

Deerspots cleared her throat as some final tears escaped she shook her fur vigorously , she looked in the direction they where supposed to go . She sighed as she started trotting " C'mon sis ... " she mewed quietly as she looked forward

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Deerspots cleared her throat as some final tears escaped she shook her fur vigorously , she looked in the direction they where supposed to go . She sighed as she started trotting " C'mon sis ... " she mewed quietly as she looked forward
Milkfur followed quickly after her,not caring where they went now.She kept pace with Deerspots,staying beside her.She didn't dare go ahead or fall behind.'If we bump into another cat,then they might not bother us if there are two of us.' she thought,trying to reassure herself,but she wasent doing such a good job.

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Milkfure followed quickly after her,not caring where they went now.She kept pace with Deerspots,staying beside her.She didn't dare go ahead or fall behind.'If we bump into another cat,then they might not bother us if there are two of us.' she thought,trying to reassure herself,but she wasent doing such a good job.

The warrior slowed down as she found a spot that was still within skyclan territory but far from others . She sat down to catch her breath she spotted a vole and her nose twitched she licked her lips and her trail thrashed in excitement. She got into a hunters crouch her ears pointed towards the vole as she slowly crept up to it , the vole was munching on some grass not before walking away a few distances.

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The warrior slowed down as she found a spot that was still within skyclan territory but far from others . She sat down to catch her breath she spotted a vole and her nose twitched she licked her lips and her trail thrashed in excitement. She got into a hunters crouch her ears pointed towards the vole as she slowly crept up to it , the vole was munching on some grass not before walking away a few distances.
(Sorry about all of the typos.My keyboard has bad autocorrect)
Milkfur,rembering every word her mentor had said about voles,quietly crept behind it,blocking a tree with some tangled roots,that could have been it's escape path.She didn't move from there,and didn't make a sound as she waited for Deerspots to make a move.

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(Sorry about all of the typos.My keyboard has bad autocorrect)
Milkfur,rembering every word her mentor had said about voles,quietly crept behind it,blocking a tree with some tangled roots,that could have been it's escape path.She didn't move from there,and didn't make a sound as she waited for Deerspots to make a move.

Deerspots smiled at her sister as the vole ear twitched it wasn't aware of them , it munched on some grass , Deerspots nodded her head towards it as she whent to the left " to go the right " she whispered . The vole was starting to head to the bushes

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Deerspots smiled at her sister as the vole ear twitched it wasn't aware of them , it munched on some grass , Deerspots nodded her head towards it as she whent to the left " to go the right " she whispered . The vole was starting to head to the bushes
Milkfur didn't hesitate to obey,and quietly crept to the right.She placed her paws lightly,but moved with purpose.She reached the indicated spot quickly with no problems.She kept her eyes glued to the vole,standing perfectly still.

[Leucos]

Milkfur didn't hesitate to obey,and quietly crept to the right.She placed her paws lightly,but moved with purpose.She reached the indicated spot quickly with no problems.She kept her eyes glued to the vole,standing perfectly still.

The warrior smirked as she started speed walking
" now " she whispered as the vole started running , Deerspots leapt at the vole and hit it with her paw , causing the vole to make a squeak and run towards Milkfur " sis now! " she meowed as her tail thrashed in excitement

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The warrior smirked as she started speed walking
" now " she whispered as the vole started running , Deerspots leapt at the vole and hit it with her paw , causing the vole to make a squeak and run towards Milkfur " sis now! " she meowed as her tail thrashed in excitement
Milkfur caught it between her claws,killing it quickly.She stepped back,thankful that it wasn't a cat she had to fight and kill."We killed it." She said to herself,forgetting for a moment about batface and their father and all of her other clan mates that disapproved of her and her sister.

[Leucos]

Milkfur caught it between her claws,killing it quickly.She stepped back,thankful that it wasn't a cat she had to fight and kill."We killed it." She said to herself,forgetting for a moment about batface and their father and all of her other clan mates that disapproved of her and her sister.

Deerspots couldn't help but let out a giggle her tail thrashed happily as she ran up to her sister and play tackled her " hurray for Milkfur! " she meowed and playfully pawed her sister like a kit , she forgotten about Batface as well . All she acted like now was a kit

[Static]

Deerspots couldn't help but let out a giggle her tail thrashed happily as she ran up to her sister and play tackled her " hurray for Milkfur! " she meowed and playfully pawed her sister like a kit , she forgotten about Batface as well . All she acted like now was a kit
Milkfure struggled uslessly under her sister.She had never been a good fighter in the first place,and wasent as strong as other warriors."Get off!You know I'm not good at fighting!" She whined,continuing to struggle under her sisters weight.

[Leucos]

Milkfure struggled uslessly under her sister.She had never been a good fighter in the first place,and wasent as strong as other warriors."Get off!You know I'm not good at fighting!" She whined,continuing to struggle under her sisters weight.

Deerspots tilted her head , they weren't fighting they where playing
" geez sis , I wasn't fighting I was playing .... Kill joy " she meowed as she leapt off of her sister a hint of disappointment was in her voice . She sneezed and sat down to scratch her ear eliciting another purr from her throat for some reason she has been really itchy , hopefully it isn't fleas that would be a nightmare . She scanned the territory again noticing it was getting slightly dark outside " shall we head back before Nightfall ?? " she asked looking up at the sky

[Static]

Deerspots tilted her head , they weren't fighting they where playing
" geez sis , I wasn't fighting I was playing .... Kill joy " she meowed as she leapt off of her sister a hint of disappointment was in her voice . She sneezed and sat down to scratch her ear eliciting another purr from her throat for some reason she has been really itchy , hopefully it isn't fleas that would be a nightmare . She scanned the territory again noticing it was getting slightly dark outside " shall we head back before Nightfall ?? " she asked looking up at the sky
Milkfur shook some dust from her fur,looking up at the sky.She wanted to lie and say they still had time,but there was no way to convince herself or Her sister if she did."Yhea.We should head back." She said.She hoped that their father or batface didn't bother them if they headed back.She decided she would cross that bridge when they came to it,so she stood up and stretched a little."Ok.I guess let's go." She said.

[Leucos]

Milkfur shook some dust from her fur,looking up at the sky.She wanted to lie and say they still had time,but there was no way to convince herself or Her sister if she did."Yhea.We should head back." She said.She hoped that their father or batface didn't bother them if they headed back.She decided she would cross that bridge when they came to it,so she stood up and stretched a little."Ok.I guess let's go." She said.

The She cat smiled she started to walk off and she reached a tree pretty far from them and waited for her sister to catch up .
" this can count as our walk back " she meowed calmly she sniffed the ground a few times , she started humming a tune when she looked up at the evening sky her eyes had a shine to them , she loved being out here she felt so ... Free.
" carry on my wayward son for there be peace when you are done , lay your weary head to rest . Don't you cry no more , once I rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimpse beyond illusion " she sang softly as she stared up in the sky she then looked back at her sister with a small giggle

[Static]

The She cat smiled she started to walk off and she reached a tree pretty far from them and waited for her sister to catch up .
" this can count as our walk back " she meowed calmly she sniffed the ground a few times , she started humming a tune when she looked up at the evening sky her eyes had a shine to them , she loved being out here she felt so ... Free.
" carry on my wayward son for there be peace when you are done , lay your weary head to rest . Don't you cry no more , once I rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimpse beyond illusion " she sang softly as she stared up in the sky she then looked back at her sister with a small giggle
She smiled,finding their buried prey and carying it.She caught up,not complained about varying all of it.She looked up at the sky to see what was so amazing about it,but couldn't see anything different about it.Unlike her sister who felt freedom,she felt trapped being in the clan,even when she was in the territory.She felt forced to fight in their wars.She looked forward again,walking back in the direction of camp.

[Leucos]

She smiled,finding their buried prey and carying it.She caught up,not complained about varying all of it.She looked up at the sky to see what was so amazing about it,but couldn't see anything different about it.Unlike her sister who felt freedom,she felt trapped being in the clan,even when she was in the territory.She felt forced to fight in their wars.She looked forward again,walking back in the direction of camp.

Deerspots trotted next to her sister with her prey in her mouth from the place she buried it. Her tail swayed as she looked back at her sister then back at the camps direction it wasn't much but she had a family she cares about here that's why she isn't so tempted to leave , her sister , her brother , her mother . She cared for them all but only one thing brought her down so she keeps thinking positive things about it all , Deerspots wondered what it was like to be a Rogue or a loner to actually be free but yet she will never see her family again .


The She cat kept humming her tune her paws were hurting but she did her best to ignore it . It was getting pretty dark out to were the sun had an orange look to it , maybe ... Maybe she could just run? Run from her troubles , stay in the territory and do nothing but hunt and run . She needed to move , feel the earth under her paws the wind against her fur and not have to do what ever they say , like Milkfur she did feel the need to flee from her clan at times but she reminded herself that running wasn't always the answer
" you ok? " she asked through clumps of fur from her prey , she just needed to make sure .

[Static]

Deerspots trotted next to her sister with her prey in her mouth from the place she buried it. Her tail swayed as she looked back at her sister then back at the camps direction it wasn't much but she had a family she cares about here that's why she isn't so tempted to leave , her sister , her brother , her mother . She cared for them all but only one thing brought her down so she keeps thinking positive things about it all , Deerspots wondered what it was like to be a Rogue or a loner to actually be free but yet she will never see her family again .


The She cat kept humming her tune her paws were hurting but she did her best to ignore it . It was getting pretty dark out to were the sun had an orange look to it , maybe ... Maybe she could just run? Run from her troubles , stay in the territory and do nothing but hunt and run . She needed to move , feel the earth under her paws the wind against her fur and not have to do what ever they say , like Milkfur she did feel the need to flee from her clan at times but she reminded herself that running wasn't always the answer
" you ok? " she asked through clumps of fur from her prey , she just needed to make sure .
Milkfur nodded,lying to her sister and herself."Y-yhea.I'm fine." She said.She shifted her hold on the prey so it was more comfortable and she could talk easier,but she didn't say anything else.She listened to the sounds of the forest.The crunch of leaves under her paws.

'What would it be like to become a loner?To be away from all of the fighting and glares of the disapproving clan?Would they call me a traitor and hunt me?' she thought.'They couldn't do anything if they couldn't find me though.The only ones who would really look for me are my family,and leafhide probably wouldn't even do that.' she kept her eyes on the ground,not sure if she should be ashamed of herself or not for thinking about abandoning her family.'No.I wouldn't leave them.That would make me a coward.' she got lost in thought,and seemed to be in her own world.

[Leucos]

Milkfur nodded,lying to her sister and herself."Y-yhea.I'm fine." She said.She shifted her hold on the prey so it was more comfortable and she could talk easier,but she didn't say anything else.She listened to the sounds of the forest.The crunch of leaves under her paws.

'What would it be like to become a loner?To be away from all of the fighting and glares of the disapproving clan?Would they call me a traitor and hunt me?' she thought.'They couldn't do anything if they couldn't find me though.The only ones who would really look for me are my family,and leafhide probably wouldn't even do that.' she kept her eyes on the ground,not sure if she should be ashamed of herself or not for thinking about abandoning her family.'No.I wouldn't leave them.That would make me a coward.' she got lost in thought,and seemed to be in her own world.

Deerspots had a sense of unease as her sister said that she could tell something wasn't ok when Milkfur looked at the ground , she just wished that everything would turn out ok by the time they become elders . She didn't want anything bad to happen to her family , she stayed by Milkfur as her eyes scanned the territory just in case anything bad would happen . It felt like it was up to her to take care of her sister and brother where ever he was at the moment but she was sure Walnutwhiskers could take care of himself , it was mostly Milkfur that Deerspots felt like needed somebody to be with , to listen to .


The She cat set down her own prey giving her jaws a break and she looked at her sister " you know what , just let me carry that . It seems like your uncomfortable carrying it all . You need a break " she meowed softly and nuzzled her sister " you just need a break from things " she added with a soft smile hoping her sister would let her carry the prey.

[Static]

Deerspots had a sense of unease as her sister said that she could tell something wasn't ok when Milkfur looked at the ground , she just wished that everything would turn out ok by the time they become elders . She didn't want anything bad to happen to her family , she stayed by Milkfur as her eyes scanned the territory just in case anything bad would happen . It felt like it was up to her to take care of her sister and brother where ever he was at the moment but she was sure Walnutwhiskers could take care of himself , it was mostly Milkfur that Deerspots felt like needed somebody to be with , to listen to .


The She cat set down her own prey giving her jaws a break and she looked at her sister " you know what , just let me carry that . It seems like your uncomfortable carrying it all . You need a break " she meowed softly and nuzzled her sister " you just need a break from things " she added with a soft smile hoping her sister would let her carry the prey.
Milkfur hesitated before setting the prey down."Are you sure?I can carry it." She said worridly.She didn't want her sister to do all of the work herself,and didn't want to be the one forcing her to do it.She glanced in the direction of the camp."Camp isn't that far away.I can still carry it." She said.

[Leucos]

Milkfur hesitated before setting the prey down."Are you sure?I can carry it." She said worridly.She didn't want her sister to do all of the work herself,and didn't want to be the one forcing her to do it.She glanced in the direction of the camp."Camp isn't that far away.I can still carry it." She said.

Deerspots sighed as she thought it over her paws scratched the dirt a little bit , thinking if she should either choose to let her sister Carry the prey or if she should do it , after the little battle she had with the bullies and protecting Hollypelt from them and herself she did feel tired . But yet she didn't wanna be seen as lazy either , she licked her nose as she looked at the direction of camp and back at Milkfur but she was defeated
" fine , if you want to carry the prey you may. It's just that I don't want you to put a lot of stress on your paws " she said her thoughts trailed back to her father " and I do wanna check if Leafhide is back in camp " she meowed as she picked up her own prey " he might have something for me to do like hunt again, or something " she added with a calming look in her eyes she then gained her speed and started running " see you at sunhigh sis" she meowed (end ?)

[Static]

Deerspots sighed as she thought it over her paws scratched the dirt a little bit , thinking if she should either choose to let her sister Carry the prey or if she should do it , after the little battle she had with the bullies and protecting Hollypelt from them and herself she did feel tired . But yet she didn't wanna be seen as lazy either , she licked her nose as she looked at the direction of camp and back at Milkfur but she was defeated
" fine , if you want to carry the prey you may. It's just that I don't want you to put a lot of stress on your paws " she said her thoughts trailed back to her father " and I do wanna check if Leafhide is back in camp " she meowed as she picked up her own prey " he might have something for me to do like hunt again, or something " she added with a calming look in her eyes she then gained her speed and started running " see you at sunhigh sis" she meowed (end ?)
(Yhea.)
Milkfure shuffled her paws."It's not putting stress on me.I'll carry it.See you at sunhigh." She said,picking up her prey and carying it to camp.She looked up at the sky once she was a distance away.She found a rock and decided to take a short break.She layed the prey down and sat down next to it."It is pretty at night when your alone.Preetier than in the day time when the sun hurts your eyes." She said to herself,closing her eyes and letting the cool air blow through her fur.

[Cosmo]

The first initial action Timberpaw took was to protect his clan. Skyclan territory was not permitted for all, so this feline had no motives to be here. However, this...shady character wasn't as big as an opponent should be. “That's not an excuse to just wander in unknown territory.” He rasped. Didn't this Molly know anything about the clans? And, following a “pretty bug” had not been an excuse to the larger male. At her words, Timberpaw brought his gaze to stare at the torn butterfly, a satisfied smirk lighting his expression. “Following pretty things can get you killed.” By all means, Timberpaw was not a savage. Loyal, yes. Guarded, yes. Serious, yes. Expressionless, double yes. To him, this was true. He could rip her to shreds at any given moment, but since he was an apprentice. And, knew that it was wrong to end another's life - protecting your clan or not. Especially to this little thing. Timberpaw rolled his gaze to stare at his company out the corner of his optics. If he knew what humor was, he would laugh. But, instead he remained locked. Stoic. Bone chilling. “Oh, I know that already,” he ruffled his fur, finding her next said words truthful. “But, I also know that no size is too small to be cunning.” He narrowed his orange gaze into a narrowed passage. Even small cats held back intentions, and therefore Timberpaw found himself not trusting this seemingly innocent kitten. When she introduced herself, Timberpaw stood shellshocked. The fact that she told him her name like he was a FRIEND. Or, that they could become budding friends - never. This made Timberpaw dig his claws out into the earth’s bedding. “And, why would you tell me this?” He questioned, trying to keep his tone leveled and serious. “I don't care for your name!” He seethed. “I'm still wondering why you're still here!” If she wasn't apart of Skyclan, then she was not meant to be here. It was best for her to leave now since he was “trying” to be his nicest to her. Though she was smaller, Timberpaw continued to keep his guard up. He eyed the unwanted company like a venomous snake. Hinting to her that she better leave before he took forceful reinforcement to chase her out.

Luna found it hard to believe that the other cat was considering what she was saying. He had not even let his guard down when she had stated that she was way too small to hurt him. If he doubted her word than maybe he could just look at her. Luna was getting fed up, she was going to leave as soon as she figured out where the heck she was. What type of territory was she trespassing on? Who's? Probably a clans, but who cared! If he had told her she had forgotten, but could he had least tell her where she was? Introduce himself. Something other than a hostile pig? Unless that was exactly what he was. Maybe he didn't know how to be nice. "Look here," she started weaving around the nearest bush. "I didn't even know I was trespassing. Just escort me to the end of your territory, and if I had been doing it on purpose, it would because I've heard stories of what you call clans, and they seem interesting. You're a clan cat aren't you?" Luna was not going to give up on a peaceful conversation, whether the tom liked it or not he was intriguing her. She wanted to know more about him. He was the most interesting cat she had ever met. Even though she didn't know his name, she knew that she was going to find out what it was, because she was just going to come back if he didn't. Even if he did she was coming back. Not telling Luna things made her want to come back. She wasn't used to other cats, or clan cats, he was the first one she had met. Whether he liked it or not [probably not] she would always be at his clan's border. She wanted to learn about his clan, what he was like, what was hidden behind the way he guarded himself so well. Everyone had emotions, and the tom didn't show his, she wanted to find them.

[AbsurdJinx]

woly Charmer


[ I posted it here since there isn't a SkyClan border yet ^^ ]


Juniperpaw padded beside Daypaw, following after Nightpaw who confidently marched onward. She would've been bounding right beside the warrior apprentice if it weren't for the grief and responsibilities that engulfed her. Instead, she walked directly beside Daypaw, head held high. ``Well, I'm sure Shinefang will be pleased to see us. And y'know, I'm just a little tired.`` She flashed Daypaw a brief smile before hurrying her pace, as if she really wanted the topic of the conversation to change. ``Anyway, maybe we should hurry before someone realizes I've gone,`` she laughed nervously.

[Charmer]

woly Charmer


[ I posted it here since there isn't a SkyClan border yet ^^ ]


Juniperpaw padded beside Daypaw, following after Nightpaw who confidently marched onward. She would've been bounding right beside the warrior apprentice if it weren't for the grief and responsibilities that engulfed her. Instead, she walked directly beside Daypaw, head held high. ``Well, I'm sure Shinefang will be pleased to see us. And y'know, I'm just a little tired.`` She flashed Daypaw a brief smile before hurrying her pace, as if she really wanted the topic of the conversation to change. ``Anyway, maybe we should hurry before someone realizes I've gone,`` she laughed nervously.


woly

Nightpaw continued to pad on, slackening her pace to give the others a bit more time to catch up. She wasn't sure if she was going the right way, but they seemed to still be followed he and hadn't corrected her, and Daypaw would surely know that she hadn't been to Skyclan camp before. There didn't seem to be much difference in terms of terrain. There were trees here just lie there were trees everywhere. Finally, she stopped and began to walk again when they were close enough to keep pace. "It's nice that this other cat has herbs to share with Shadowclan," Nightpaw commented. "I bet we could really use more of those ones that smell sweet but actually taste bad that you told me not to lick but I did it anyway." Nightpaw couldn't begin to name even one herb that Dawpaw had plastered on her every day for a moon. She was glad that all of that was finally down and she was almost as good as new. He ear was torn and she had some scars here and there, but she was alive and despite how hard clan life had turned out to be, she loved it out here with all her friends from Shadowclan.

And she was happy to have a new possible friend in Juniperpaw. "I think I saw you around while we were staying in Riverclan. I was in the medicine den for a long time. Sorry if I didn't say hi before!" It was unlike Nightpaw to not try and make friends with almost every new cat, but the journey from Shadowclan had left her tired and rattled, and had tended to stick close to cats she already knew. Daypaw and Geckoleaf had been the ones to look after her wounds during the last few days before she was able to venture into Riverclan camp.

[graves]

woly

Nightpaw continued to pad on, slackening her pace to give the others a bit more time to catch up. She wasn't sure if she was going the right way, but they seemed to still be followed he and hadn't corrected her, and Daypaw would surely know that she hadn't been to Skyclan camp before. There didn't seem to be much difference in terms of terrain. There were trees here just lie there were trees everywhere. Finally, she stopped and began to walk again when they were close enough to keep pace. "It's nice that this other cat has herbs to share with Shadowclan," Nightpaw commented. "I bet we could really use more of those ones that smell sweet but actually taste bad that you told me not to lick but I did it anyway." Nightpaw couldn't begin to name even one herb that Dawpaw had plastered on her every day for a moon. She was glad that all of that was finally down and she was almost as good as new. He ear was torn and she had some scars here and there, but she was alive and despite how hard clan life had turned out to be, she loved it out here with all her friends from Shadowclan.

And she was happy to have a new possible friend in Juniperpaw. "I think I saw you around while we were staying in Riverclan. I was in the medicine den for a long time. Sorry if I didn't say hi before!" It was unlike Nightpaw to not try and make friends with almost every new cat, but the journey from Shadowclan had left her tired and rattled, and had tended to stick close to cats she already knew. Daypaw and Geckoleaf had been the ones to look after her wounds during the last few days before she was able to venture into Riverclan camp.
woly Charmer


[ I posted it here since there isn't a SkyClan border yet ^^ ]


Juniperpaw padded beside Daypaw, following after Nightpaw who confidently marched onward. She would've been bounding right beside the warrior apprentice if it weren't for the grief and responsibilities that engulfed her. Instead, she walked directly beside Daypaw, head held high. ``Well, I'm sure Shinefang will be pleased to see us. And y'know, I'm just a little tired.`` She flashed Daypaw a brief smile before hurrying her pace, as if she really wanted the topic of the conversation to change. ``Anyway, maybe we should hurry before someone realizes I've gone,`` she laughed nervously.

daypaw padded beside the molly. something just seemed off. of course they liked spending time with her, and she was being her usual kind self, but something was wrong. it was obvious that she didnt want to talk about it right now, so daypaw would let it pass despite their suspicions. ¨i hope shinefang is out here getting herbs or something, id be awkward for two medicine cats and a apprentice just walk into shadowclan camp with no warning.¨ they didnt want to draw more attention to shadowclan then they were right now by getting these herbs. they hadnt talked to much to shinefang, they snapped at him at the gathering a few times, but that was about it. they werent up to making new friends, good ones were hard to come by, they they would keep their distance while being grateful for the help at the same time.

[Charmer]

AbsurdJinx

woly

(Shinefang is going to be in his den. I'll get the post up and mention you both)

[lio]

Fury blazed in his eyes as Orbit insulted him, his hackles rising in anger. Dear Starclan how he was biting back a nasty response! Overcome with frustration, Brambleflight stomped his paw, his voice laced with venom as he addressed the other. "Fine, whatever, she's over here anyway!" And with that, the warrior, childishly, stomped his way over to the spot he had directed Luna to hide. Poking his head behind the rock, anxiety gripped his heart, his vision blurring as he realized the kit was not there. How could he be so stupid! No, he couldn't validate Orbit just yet. "She was supposed to be right here!" Guilt prickled at his pelt, his eyes focused on the ground as he mentally scolded himself. "Luna?!"

"Oh no... you don't think she's outside of camp, do you?!" Panic swept over the tom as he watched Orbitstreak rush to the entrance of camp, his own paws pounding down on the others heels. Racing beside him, Bramble pushed past the other and into the territory.

orbitstreak yowled with despair as he raced after bramble, his eyes wide and dark. he flattened his ears and allowed his paws to stomp along the ground, paying no mind the the prey he was most definitely startling away. the tom caught up to brambleflight and ran next to him. his nose tilted up, maw parted to scent for luna.

"lunarkit!" his voice cracked, his heart weighing heavy in his chest. without luna, he had nothing. fern was gone. buddy was gone. everybody he'd ever loved was gone. orbit would be completely alone, and it would be bramble's fault.

"you bumbling moron. because of you, luna is missing and now she's probably going to get killed, or captured, or something worse! i— i hate you!" orbitstreak screamed as he ran along, his tail lashing irritably. his claws tore at the ground, leaving a trail behind him. the grumpy tom growled and skidded to a stop, looking around wildly.

"i scent a trail. this way," he commanded, turning into a different direction. that scent must be luna's!

said kit was hiding away in a bush, curled around herself fearfully. many new senses swirled around her, meddling with her thoughts and causing her to be confused. luna whimpered quietly, pulling her grey, striped tail closer around her tiny body.

[Dust]

orbitstreak yowled with despair as he raced after bramble, his eyes wide and dark. he flattened his ears and allowed his paws to stomp along the ground, paying no mind the the prey he was most definitely startling away. the tom caught up to brambleflight and ran next to him. his nose tilted up, maw parted to scent for luna.

"lunarkit!" his voice cracked, his heart weighing heavy in his chest. without luna, he had nothing. fern was gone. buddy was gone. everybody he'd ever loved was gone. orbit would be completely alone, and it would be bramble's fault.

"you bumbling moron. because of you, luna is missing and now she's probably going to get killed, or captured, or something worse! i— i hate you!" orbitstreak screamed as he ran along, his tail lashing irritably. his claws tore at the ground, leaving a trail behind him. the grumpy tom growled and skidded to a stop, looking around wildly.

"i scent a trail. this way," he commanded, turning into a different direction. that scent must be luna's!

said kit was hiding away in a bush, curled around herself fearfully. many new senses swirled around her, meddling with her thoughts and causing her to be confused. luna whimpered quietly, pulling her grey, striped tail closer around her tiny body.

"You can hate me later! Right now we need to find her!" He snapped, his temper short as the two sprinted through the forest. Why did he do that? Why did he think telling a KIT to hide from everyone was a good idea? It wasn't like he wanted Orbitstreak to intentionally hate him. Shaking his head, the warrior stopped and lifted his muzzle scenting the air. Nothing but the stale scent of Skyclan and decaying leaves.

"i scent a trail. this way,"

Did he? Bramble couldn't smell anything, although in hindsight, Orbitstreak was caring for the kit. It would make sense he could rapidly discern her scent from everything. Amusement tugged at his heart at the thought of Orbit being a queen. He was sure that the warrior would shred his ears if he even hinted at it. Quickly following after the other, Brambleflight continued scenting the air, only catching the scent of Lunarkit as they proceeded further into the undergrowth. "How far do you think she is?"

[lio]

"You can hate me later! Right now we need to find her!" He snapped, his temper short as the two sprinted through the forest. Why did he do that? Why did he think telling a KIT to hide from everyone was a good idea? It wasn't like he wanted Orbitstreak to intentionally hate him. Shaking his head, the warrior stopped and lifted his muzzle scenting the air. Nothing but the stale scent of Skyclan and decaying leaves.

"i scent a trail. this way,"

Did he? Bramble couldn't smell anything, although in hindsight, Orbitstreak was caring for the kit. It would make sense he could rapidly discern her scent from everything. Amusement tugged at his heart at the thought of Orbit being a queen. He was sure that the warrior would shred his ears if he even hinted at it. Quickly following after the other, Brambleflight continued scenting the air, only catching the scent of Lunarkit as they proceeded further into the undergrowth. "How far do you think she is?"

the panicking tom lashed his tail, ignoring brambleflight in favor of focusing on the task at hand. his eyes flitted back and forth, an amber gaze searching for a white pelt. orbit froze and spun around in a circle, hearing something. she must have become frightened and hid in a bush, or worse, up a tree, he thought.

"shut up, i hear something." orbitstreak raced towards a bush, following the sound of tiny whimpers. poking his head into the greenery, the tom yelped as he felt small claws scratch at his face. "luna, it's me, uncle orbit!"

"orbit?"

"yes, orbit," he curled a paw towards her, nudging her out of the bush. puffing his chest, orbitstreak put on his best fatherly voice to scold the white kitten. "you are not supposed to be out here, luna. there are many dangers in which you are too young to face. please do not run from camp again."

luna ducked her head in shame, "okay, uncle orbit."

orbitstreak kept speaking, brambleflight momentarily forgotten. "your mother was my best friend, but now she is gone. i cannot lose you too, luna," he dipped his head and pressed his nose to her cheek, "i love you, my little moon. let's go home."

he looked up at bramble, heat flaring across his pelt as he realized that the mouse-brain saw a softer side to him. orbit merely narrowed his eyes and signalled to the tom that they would speak once luna is safe and in the nursery. for now, he wanted the imbecile to stay quiet.

although i don't believe that's possible, orbitstreak thought, chuckling quietly to himself.

[Dust]

the panicking tom lashed his tail, ignoring brambleflight in favor of focusing on the task at hand. his eyes flitted back and forth, an amber gaze searching for a white pelt. orbit froze and spun around in a circle, hearing something. she must have become frightened and hid in a bush, or worse, up a tree, he thought.

"shut up, i hear something." orbitstreak raced towards a bush, following the sound of tiny whimpers. poking his head into the greenery, the tom yelped as he felt small claws scratch at his face. "luna, it's me, uncle orbit!"

"orbit?"

"yes, orbit," he curled a paw towards her, nudging her out of the bush. puffing his chest, orbitstreak put on his best fatherly voice to scold the white kitten. "you are not supposed to be out here, luna. there are many dangers in which you are too young to face. please do not run from camp again."

luna ducked her head in shame, "okay, uncle orbit."

orbitstreak kept speaking, brambleflight momentarily forgotten. "your mother was my best friend, but now she is gone. i cannot lose you too, luna," he dipped his head and pressed his nose to her cheek, "i love you, my little moon. let's go home."

he looked up at bramble, heat flaring across his pelt as he realized that the mouse-brain saw a softer side to him. orbit merely narrowed his eyes and signalled to the tom that they would speak once luna is safe and in the nursery. for now, he wanted the imbecile to stay quiet.

although i don't believe that's possible, orbitstreak thought, chuckling quietly to himself.


Relief washed over the tom cat as Lunarkit was coaxed out of her hiding place by Orbitstreak. He couldn't help but feel guilty. Ducking his head, he gave Luna a sympathetic look, hoping but Orbit wouldn't be too hard on her, like he had been on him. Ears pinned back against his head, Brambleflight scuffed his paw against the ground. It came as a shock when he heard the warrior talking softly to the kit like he was her own damn father. Definitely now what he expected! A grin plastered across his face, Bramble shot Orbit a playful look and nodded, following after the two. He was going to get a mouthful -- he already knew that, but atleast he could tease the other about being a softy at heart. That was all he needed to get through the lashing he was about to receive. Maybe if I play like a kit he'll show some mercy on me too? He thought to himself, a small purr rumbling in his throat.

[Doodle]

It was worrying to him, Marblestrike's actions. How scared she seemed, that frightened him. What was she so afraid of? Had he tried to hurt her yet? No. But there was something in her that seemed to be telling her he was dangerous, that he was not to be trusted, and Palmettoleaf hated the way that made him feel. Like he really was dangerous. Like he really couldn't be trusted. His tail twitched back and forth, eyes looking down at the ground as he unwrapped it from around her. Well, he didn't want to scare her! That definitely wasn't his goal. Green eyes fixed themselves on his companion as he listened to her, toning in on every word. She didn't leave a detail out... at least, not as far as he knew. From what it sounded like, this was the most detailed description she could really give of her brother.

The most detailed he could ask for, anyways. Palmettoleaf felt bad. Honestly, if anything could be said about it, he felt awful for making her think of these memories again. True - he couldn't have known. But he could have guessed, and he didn't have to push it. Yet that was exactly what he had done and now she was sad and scared and frustrated and Palmettoleaf felt like he had just been named the world's most inconsiderate cat. He could help her! He really thought he could help her, but there was nothing that he could do at the moment. Right now he felt powerless until he could think of a way to help her. He knew he would be able to, Palmettoleaf really wanted to help Marblestrike, and if he set his mind to something like this, he would accomplish it. The way that she described her brother, made Palmettoleaf think about how close family bonds really could be. The story that had been told, about her father... no one would kill their own kits! It was your legacy. It was the way that you passed down your own genes, kits were the future of the Clan.

The future of the world that they knew, and Palmettoleaf wondered what the world would be like if everyone did that. Perhaps a few adult cats, but there definitely wouldn't be many. Maybe there wouldn't even be Clans. Just loners and rogues, struggling to survive, living in smaller groups, but never in a group like this. That would be horrible! He was glad that his own parents, and most of the parents around the Clans and hopefully areas beyond, weren't like Marblestrike's father. "He sounds incredible." It was such a shame that he would never get to meet this brother that she admired so deeply. It was an even bigger shame that he never wanted to meet her father. If he did, chances were, things were NOT going to end well. Despite having never met the tom, Palmettoleaf already hated him. In his mind, in this story, her father was the biggest bully of all time. It was worse then he would have imagined. His soft green eyes fixed themselves on Marblestrike. This day had grown surprisingly personal, and he was kind of worried as to what it could mean for their future. Their personal future, anyways, as friends. Getting too personal on a first meeting like this could be bad, because what was there to gain trust about later? She had already told him all of this. Maybe she really was beginning to trust him already.

Which made Palmettoleaf happy, but worried at the same time. If he were to betray her trust, accidentally of course, he could never forgive himself. Green eyes flashed worriedly as he recurled his tail around her and made sure he was sitting close enough to her to make her feel safe. To make her feel like she was closed in from the world, he would be a shield. "I've got you." The most comforting thing he could think of to say at the moment. There wasn't much that he could say about Slip. The tom sounded like he had been her previous shield, so if he could be one now, that would be great. Of course Palmettoleaf wasn't quite sure how it would turn out. Maybe, things would be fine. There was always that hope... that everything would turn out fine. I've got you. His own words sounded back in his head and he hoped that he was telling the truth. Did he truly have her? Would he make sure that he never let her fall? The answer was uncertain, just as their future was. But Palmettoleaf was pretty sure that he could begin a healing process, that he could help her forget - or maybe just take some of the pain away - so that she could trust again.

Her father had been a horrible cat. And he wasn't sure whether it was the death of her beloved brother, or knowing that her father was out there and thinking that there might be other cats out there, that had caused her to close off like this. Maybe a mixture of both. Palmettoleaf was nothing like her Dad, though. Nor would he ever be. He was going to be different... special. Not all cats were trustworthy, and not all were untrustworthy. It was just a matter of time before you could figure out which were which. Palmettoleaf knew that he was trustworthy, but the question was... did Marblestrike know that?


Doodle

Marblestrike felt Palmettoleaf remove her tail, feeling a bit guilty- could he tell she was uneasy? She felt torn. It was a habit of hers not to trust any cat, but at the same time all this tom had done was be kind. Well, and a bit pushy, but she could tell it was all with good intentions. At least, she thought it was- and that was what scared her. What if she thought he was good, thought he was kind, and he turned out to be the opposite? The betrayal of her father cut deep, giving her trust issues with every cat she encountered.

Part of her wanted to yell out in frustration. Why couldn't she just be happy, live a normal life? But what was done was done, and there was no way she could change the past, no matter how much she wished she could. The molly risked a glance at the tom beside her, trying to decipher the look on his face. He too seemed to be having many emotions running through him, which would be expected. Her tail flickered a bit nervously as she tried to stop focusing on how he would fully react. He had been taking it in stride so far, surely that wouldn't change? Her gaze flitted his way once more, and that was when she picked up a trace of what she thought was guilt. What did he have to be guilty about? Marble frowned, realizing that he was likely blaming himself for the emotional wreck he was. No, that just wasn't right! Reaching out uncertainly, she placed a paw on his shoulder. "Don't blame yourself," she murmured. "You couldn't have known. Besides, I've always been a wreck. No one's noticed, that's all." She tried a small smile, and though she could feel how fake it was she hoped it gave him some reassurance. When she placed her paw back down it was delicately- as if she was fully aware of how fragile she was right now. But no, it was more so her sensing how fragile the air was around the two cats.

Her ear flicked at Palmettoleaf's words and she gave a small nod. "He was," she agreed, briefly meeting the tom's green eyes. "He... was a great brother, and a wonderful friend." No cat she knew could compare to her brother, and even Blazingcomet or Gingerwish weren't as close with her as she had been with Slip. She doubted any feline would be as near and dear to her heart as her brother had been. Not even just doubted the fact- she considered it impossible. When Palmettoleaf turned to her, Marble didn't remove her gaze. She allowed herself to maintain eye contact, despite the fact that it was something she was uncomfortable with. She felt that, perhaps, she could see into the tom better. His eyes didn't seem to be lying- they seemed sincere and kind- but a flash of green eyes, ones so similar to this tom's, had her turning away hurriedly.

Almost immediately after turning away she felt a tail wrap around her and she fought away her natural reaction to tense up, instead relaxing herself more. Palmettoleaf was trying to comfort her, that was all, she reminded herself. His words, intended to comfort, did exactly that and so the molly leaned herself onto the tom, quiet for a couple heartbeats. "Well, know you've gotten to know the 'Strange and Mysterious Marble', are you happy?" She joked in her sarcastic way. Yes, sarcasm was definitely a way for herself to hide how she was feeling- but it was definitely part of her true personality as well. Even back before the incident, back when her and Slip were still littermates, back when he was alive, she was sarcastic. Not with her parents- that would've earned her a scolding- but definitely with Slip.

So maybe sarcasm was her way of being close to others. At least, sometimes. Others her sarcasm was definitely meant to get those she disliked away. But while Palmettoleaf may have been one of those annoyances at first, he certainly wasn't now. Perhaps he was even becoming one of her friends? She wasn't sure. It wasn't like she made lots of friends. Perhaps after this they would go back to not speaking? Oddly enough she didn't like that idea, but the thought made her pull away. If they were to become distant then she didn't want to get close to the tom. That would result in pain for her, and she wanted to avoid hurt at all costs. The marbled feline glanced at the tom beside her before shoving herself to her paws, nodding in the direction of camp. "We should probably get going," she muttered, already pulling her boundaries up. She had been hurt before and she was determined not to let it happen again.

[lone]

Marblestrike felt Palmettoleaf remove her tail, feeling a bit guilty- could he tell she was uneasy? She felt torn. It was a habit of hers not to trust any cat, but at the same time all this tom had done was be kind. Well, and a bit pushy, but she could tell it was all with good intentions. At least, she thought it was- and that was what scared her. What if she thought he was good, thought he was kind, and he turned out to be the opposite? The betrayal of her father cut deep, giving her trust issues with every cat she encountered.

Part of her wanted to yell out in frustration. Why couldn't she just be happy, live a normal life? But what was done was done, and there was no way she could change the past, no matter how much she wished she could. The molly risked a glance at the tom beside her, trying to decipher the look on his face. He too seemed to be having many emotions running through him, which would be expected. Her tail flickered a bit nervously as she tried to stop focusing on how he would fully react. He had been taking it in stride so far, surely that wouldn't change? Her gaze flitted his way once more, and that was when she picked up a trace of what she thought was guilt. What did he have to be guilty about? Marble frowned, realizing that he was likely blaming himself for the emotional wreck he was. No, that just wasn't right! Reaching out uncertainly, she placed a paw on his shoulder. "Don't blame yourself," she murmured. "You couldn't have known. Besides, I've always been a wreck. No one's noticed, that's all." She tried a small smile, and though she could feel how fake it was she hoped it gave him some reassurance. When she placed her paw back down it was delicately- as if she was fully aware of how fragile she was right now. But no, it was more so her sensing how fragile the air was around the two cats.

Her ear flicked at Palmettoleaf's words and she gave a small nod. "He was," she agreed, briefly meeting the tom's green eyes. "He... was a great brother, and a wonderful friend." No cat she knew could compare to her brother, and even Blazingcomet or Gingerwish weren't as close with her as she had been with Slip. She doubted any feline would be as near and dear to her heart as her brother had been. Not even just doubted the fact- she considered it impossible. When Palmettoleaf turned to her, Marble didn't remove her gaze. She allowed herself to maintain eye contact, despite the fact that it was something she was uncomfortable with. She felt that, perhaps, she could see into the tom better. His eyes didn't seem to be lying- they seemed sincere and kind- but a flash of green eyes, ones so similar to this tom's, had her turning away hurriedly.

Almost immediately after turning away she felt a tail wrap around her and she fought away her natural reaction to tense up, instead relaxing herself more. Palmettoleaf was trying to comfort her, that was all, she reminded herself. His words, intended to comfort, did exactly that and so the molly leaned herself onto the tom, quiet for a couple heartbeats. "Well, know you've gotten to know the 'Strange and Mysterious Marble', are you happy?" She joked in her sarcastic way. Yes, sarcasm was definitely a way for herself to hide how she was feeling- but it was definitely part of her true personality as well. Even back before the incident, back when her and Slip were still littermates, back when he was alive, she was sarcastic. Not with her parents- that would've earned her a scolding- but definitely with Slip.

So maybe sarcasm was her way of being close to others. At least, sometimes. Others her sarcasm was definitely meant to get those she disliked away. But while Palmettoleaf may have been one of those annoyances at first, he certainly wasn't now. Perhaps he was even becoming one of her friends? She wasn't sure. It wasn't like she made lots of friends. Perhaps after this they would go back to not speaking? Oddly enough she didn't like that idea, but the thought made her pull away. If they were to become distant then she didn't want to get close to the tom. That would result in pain for her, and she wanted to avoid hurt at all costs. The marbled feline glanced at the tom beside her before shoving herself to her paws, nodding in the direction of camp. "We should probably get going," she muttered, already pulling her boundaries up. She had been hurt before and she was determined not to let it happen again.

Feeling her paw on his shoulder, Palmettoleaf looked over in surprise. That didn't seem like a motion that a stranger would make - that was the type of motion a friend would make. Wait, did Marblestrike think that he could be a friend? That he now was a friend? That thought made him cheer up some, and he offered her a friendly smile. At least she was trying. She was trying hard, and he was pretty sure that by the end of the day, they would be somewhat friends. It was nearing the end of the day now, and Palmettoleaf knew that he was going to have to act quickly if he wanted to gain Marblestrike's friendship. If he wanted to help her. If he wanted to make sure that she got the future she deserved, with a good cat who would take care of her and love her. It didn't necessarily have to be a mate - maybe all she needed was a best friend.

I could be her best friend. Except Palmettoleaf did realize that he might be jumping to conclusions, maybe she already had a best friend somewhere that she was missing right now. Maybe he should let her get back to her best friend. But part of him just wanted to stay here, forever, in this area talking about Marble's past and getting to know her more and more. "I'll see what I can do about that." He mewed with a gentle smile, in reference to her comment about being a wreck. She might have been somewhat emotionally unstable now, but he could change that. He could fix that so that she would be more emotionally stable, and no one would ever think of her as 'Marblestrike the wreck' or 'Marblestrike the invisible' as she seemed to think of herself. Nobody had noticed? How could no one have noticed the pain lurking beneath the surface, that she lashed out because she was hurt, not angry at them! Palmettoleaf was so glad that he had chosen her of all the cats to spend time with that day. It seemed she had really needed it.

Sometimes that was all another cat needed, a word of encouragement or a friendly smile. And the multicolored tom was doing his best to offer her both. If he could, he would've gone back in time and changed things for Marblestrike. Made it so that her brother Slip was still alive. She really loved him. And no, Palmettoleaf hadn't thought "had loved" because even though he was dead, she still loved her brother. It was possible. Entirely possible. He nodded as she spoke of him, a soft smile crossing his maw when she leaned against him, relaxing. This was good. This was nice. It meant that just maybe, she was starting to trust him more, and that they could actually have a better future as friends. Just maybe - Palmettoleaf really could be her best friend. The best friend that she needed, who would support her and love her... that was all he wanted. Strange and mysterious? Those were both words that Palmettoleaf might have used to describe Marblestrike before he got to know her, but now he was beginning to realize that was the opposite of who she was.

She was just layered - like most cats were - and it took some questioning before he could get through to the real, unlayered, stripped down version of Marblestrike. The original version. He was pretty sure he'd gotten quite a ways today. And he'd had a good time - despite how hard it had been. Palmettoleaf was glad that she had confided in him, that she had been so hurt she had decided she had nothing to lose under his questioning. And now he could help her. Help her to get over it, to trust other cats again the way she had trusted him today. "You're not strange, Marble. You're just unhappy. And hurt. And scared. But you're a good cat." He told her, with the softest smile he could manage. It was so nice to feel like he was helping, and to feel like she was letting him help.

But that feeling faded to one of pain, frustration, and confusion when the marbled feline pulled herself up, away from him and away from the comfort that he had been trying to bring. The warmth of her body quickly faded, along with the warmth of the trust she had given him for a moment. Palmettoleaf pulled himself up as well, clearing his throat and looking away from her for just a minute. Right then it was painful for him to. "Lead the way," He told her with the friendliest smile he could manage right then. In that moment he felt like she had taken his offer of friendship and thrown it away. Like she just didn't want it... and even if she didn't, did she have to act so much like she didn't? Maybe that was just how being untrusting worked. If you didn't want someone, you threw them away.

[Doodle]

Feeling her paw on his shoulder, Palmettoleaf looked over in surprise. That didn't seem like a motion that a stranger would make - that was the type of motion a friend would make. Wait, did Marblestrike think that he could be a friend? That he now was a friend? That thought made him cheer up some, and he offered her a friendly smile. At least she was trying. She was trying hard, and he was pretty sure that by the end of the day, they would be somewhat friends. It was nearing the end of the day now, and Palmettoleaf knew that he was going to have to act quickly if he wanted to gain Marblestrike's friendship. If he wanted to help her. If he wanted to make sure that she got the future she deserved, with a good cat who would take care of her and love her. It didn't necessarily have to be a mate - maybe all she needed was a best friend.

I could be her best friend. Except Palmettoleaf did realize that he might be jumping to conclusions, maybe she already had a best friend somewhere that she was missing right now. Maybe he should let her get back to her best friend. But part of him just wanted to stay here, forever, in this area talking about Marble's past and getting to know her more and more. "I'll see what I can do about that." He mewed with a gentle smile, in reference to her comment about being a wreck. She might have been somewhat emotionally unstable now, but he could change that. He could fix that so that she would be more emotionally stable, and no one would ever think of her as 'Marblestrike the wreck' or 'Marblestrike the invisible' as she seemed to think of herself. Nobody had noticed? How could no one have noticed the pain lurking beneath the surface, that she lashed out because she was hurt, not angry at them! Palmettoleaf was so glad that he had chosen her of all the cats to spend time with that day. It seemed she had really needed it.

Sometimes that was all another cat needed, a word of encouragement or a friendly smile. And the multicolored tom was doing his best to offer her both. If he could, he would've gone back in time and changed things for Marblestrike. Made it so that her brother Slip was still alive. She really loved him. And no, Palmettoleaf hadn't thought "had loved" because even though he was dead, she still loved her brother. It was possible. Entirely possible. He nodded as she spoke of him, a soft smile crossing his maw when she leaned against him, relaxing. This was good. This was nice. It meant that just maybe, she was starting to trust him more, and that they could actually have a better future as friends. Just maybe - Palmettoleaf really could be her best friend. The best friend that she needed, who would support her and love her... that was all he wanted. Strange and mysterious? Those were both words that Palmettoleaf might have used to describe Marblestrike before he got to know her, but now he was beginning to realize that was the opposite of who she was.

She was just layered - like most cats were - and it took some questioning before he could get through to the real, unlayered, stripped down version of Marblestrike. The original version. He was pretty sure he'd gotten quite a ways today. And he'd had a good time - despite how hard it had been. Palmettoleaf was glad that she had confided in him, that she had been so hurt she had decided she had nothing to lose under his questioning. And now he could help her. Help her to get over it, to trust other cats again the way she had trusted him today. "You're not strange, Marble. You're just unhappy. And hurt. And scared. But you're a good cat." He told her, with the softest smile he could manage. It was so nice to feel like he was helping, and to feel like she was letting him help.

But that feeling faded to one of pain, frustration, and confusion when the marbled feline pulled herself up, away from him and away from the comfort that he had been trying to bring. The warmth of her body quickly faded, along with the warmth of the trust she had given him for a moment. Palmettoleaf pulled himself up as well, clearing his throat and looking away from her for just a minute. Right then it was painful for him to. "Lead the way," He told her with the friendliest smile he could manage right then. In that moment he felt like she had taken his offer of friendship and thrown it away. Like she just didn't want it... and even if she didn't, did she have to act so much like she didn't? Maybe that was just how being untrusting worked. If you didn't want someone, you threw them away.


Marblestrike noticed the surprise on Palmettoleaf's face, immediately beginning to think that she had made the wrong move. Was what she did weird? But then the tom smiled and all worries she had trickled away- no, she hadn't done the wrong thing after all. After a brief second she returned the smile with a hesitant but genuine smile of her own. The molly looked down at her mottled paws before glancing back over at the warrior, wondering what he was thinking about. She could tell he was definitely in thought about something- he looked like perhaps he was trying to figure something out. Oh, goodness, she really hoped that she hadn't sent a mixed signal his way. Marble wasn't even looking for friends, let alone romance. She hoped that Palmettoleaf wouldn't take it too harshly- he seemed like a nice cat and all, but she doubted she could ever trust a cat so much to become romantically involved.

Her ears flicked back with the other's words and she gave a small nod in response to them. Oh, goodness, she was letting him get to close, letting herself get too close to the tom. He wanted to help her- at least he seemed to want to. She couldn't let that happen, though. Marble didn't see herself as a feline that was able to be fixed; she was broken and mangled beyond repair. She would forever carry with her trust issues and pain, it was just a given. It was quite sad if she thought about it, but she lived each day knowing that it was one more closer to being with her brother again. With this in mind she glanced up to the sky- was Slip there now, watching her from the Afterlife? Or was he not able to see her here with this Starclan in the way?

Her tail flickered back and forth for a brief moment, a sure-fire sign of her anxiety. That was one of Marblestrike's biggest concerns about staying in the clans. She knew they had a different type of belief than she did- they believed in Starclan, whereas she believed she would go to the Afterlife after death. The molly didn't disbelieve in Starclan by no means; in her opinion the both likely existed side by side. After all, if only clan cats get into Starclan, wouldn't there be a space for loners after death? So, in her mind Slip was waiting for her in the Afterlife, but she always feared that Starclan waiting above the clans would keep her brother from being able to see her. I'm still here, Slip, and I still think about you every day. She hoped he was nearby, that he would know she was alright- or, well, as alright as the she-cat could be.

Palmettoleaf's words brought the feline back to reality. Her tailtip fluttered one last time before she forced it to still, focusing on what the tom was saying. Marble didn't like how well he knew her already- it made her nervous. "I'm not scared," she immediately denied. Her own rules she adopted repeated in her head- Don't show fear. Don't let anyone know the real you. Don't let anyone in. No one can be trusted. She wanted to leave these rules behind, but she had been following them for moons upon moons, ever since she left her territory and family all that time ago. It was a habit to follow them, natural for her. So trying to ignore them was almost impossible- it was a miracle she had bypassed them earlier, a miracle that she even told Palmettoleaf anything. It was an even bigger miracle that now, pushing him away, she felt a pain in her chest. She had already begun to let him in, and now reverting back to her old ways caused her to feel guilt.

This guilt only worsened when she noticed the tom's expression after she stood up. The pain was clearly visible, and Marble had to look away to keep her own feelings hidden. When he spoke, she turned back around, but rather than looking at Palmettoleaf she focused her gaze on the direction they would be walking back. She didn't waste a second in beginning to walk at a steady pace. I'm sorry, she thought, glancing back quickly at the tom to ensure he was following before turning back around, but it has to be this way. If only she hadn't decided to bring him to her spot. Maybe none of this would have happened, maybe he wouldn't have been able to coax her into confiding in him. Maybe Palmettoleaf could have been saved the pain.

[Mango]

SpookyScarySkeletons
Lostpaw was walking through the territory and licked her paws, she was a good warrior, after all she was 11 moons old. She saw a familiar clanmate,” Hello Cloudpaw!” She smiled,” I’m heading out to hunt, would you care to join me!” She meowed.

[Doodle]

Lonestar23

Marblestrike moved quietly through the trees, reaching the clearing and stream that she dubbed as her place- despite the fact that it technically was Skyclan's. To her, this stream was her own, as she had almost never seen one of her clanmates here. It was often a place she could go to relax and calm down- which was much needed currently. The molly had too much on her mind, from her apprentice's training, to her required duties as a Skyclan member, all the way to just a few days ago with a tom who would not seem to leave her thoughts. It was so frustrating- she had told herself not to get attached, not to let her guard down, and yet she was still caught up on how kind he had seemed, how caring, how his gaze seemed so soft and inviting...

The molly shook her head, realizing she had become dazed again- something that had been happening quite too often for her liking. Moving forward once again, Marble moved up onto the large rock that rested beside the stream, knowing the sunlight would have heated it up. It was chilly now, and she doubted she would be swimming for a while. A wistful sigh left her at the thought; she adored swimming, and thus hated leaf-fall and leaf-bare. She longed for the warmer seasons, for times where this rock would be too hot for her to handle, for when a dip in the stream was necessary in order to cool down. But that would have to wait.

Settling down into a comfortable position, she stared out past the stream and to the trees on the other side. While she felt at ease here, she could never completely let her guard down- a fact she had learned during her time as a loner. A cat could never be sure that danger wasn't a tail-length away; perhaps a dog could come charging at her, or even some returned Syndicate cats. A rustle caught the feline's attention, causing Marblestrike to twist around in her position, staring at the trees behind her- though she guessed it was just the breeze, as no other noise followed. Relaxing once more, she closed her eyes for the slightest second, enjoying the warmth that the stone and sunlight brought and trying to ignore all her worries.

[Deerlie]

SpookyScarySkeletons
Lostpaw was walking through the territory and licked her paws, she was a good warrior, after all she was 11 moons old. She saw a familiar clanmate,” Hello Cloudpaw!” She smiled,” I’m heading out to hunt, would you care to join me!” She meowed.
The tom saw his clanmate and smiled, "Sure!" He flexed his shoulder, "I haven't been out of camp ever since in broke my leg!" He said, limping slightly out of camp.

[Barnabas]

Doodle
Streampaw made her way out of camp her legs bouncing with excitement, since she was about to learn how to hunt. The young she-cat had been excited for this day since she was just a young kit. She would finally be good for something besides getting underneath her older clanmates feet. Streampaw as a kit was always wanting something to do, to help, but every time she tried she'd trip over a warrior in the camp. She would get in trouble for it whenever she did. I want to catch a squirrel today! I want to climb a tree as if I was one! Oh how much fun it will be to be up high, starring out over the horizon.

[lone]

Lonestar23

Marblestrike moved quietly through the trees, reaching the clearing and stream that she dubbed as her place- despite the fact that it technically was Skyclan's. To her, this stream was her own, as she had almost never seen one of her clanmates here. It was often a place she could go to relax and calm down- which was much needed currently. The molly had too much on her mind, from her apprentice's training, to her required duties as a Skyclan member, all the way to just a few days ago with a tom who would not seem to leave her thoughts. It was so frustrating- she had told herself not to get attached, not to let her guard down, and yet she was still caught up on how kind he had seemed, how caring, how his gaze seemed so soft and inviting...

The molly shook her head, realizing she had become dazed again- something that had been happening quite too often for her liking. Moving forward once again, Marble moved up onto the large rock that rested beside the stream, knowing the sunlight would have heated it up. It was chilly now, and she doubted she would be swimming for a while. A wistful sigh left her at the thought; she adored swimming, and thus hated leaf-fall and leaf-bare. She longed for the warmer seasons, for times where this rock would be too hot for her to handle, for when a dip in the stream was necessary in order to cool down. But that would have to wait.

Settling down into a comfortable position, she stared out past the stream and to the trees on the other side. While she felt at ease here, she could never completely let her guard down- a fact she had learned during her time as a loner. A cat could never be sure that danger wasn't a tail-length away; perhaps a dog could come charging at her, or even some returned Syndicate cats. A rustle caught the feline's attention, causing Marblestrike to twist around in her position, staring at the trees behind her- though she guessed it was just the breeze, as no other noise followed. Relaxing once more, she closed her eyes for the slightest second, enjoying the warmth that the stone and sunlight brought and trying to ignore all her worries.

Palmettoleaf hadn't seen Marblestrike around in a few days. He was pretty sure he had scared her away, his personality could be a bit - well - much for cats who weren't used to it, but he normally did his best to make them feel at home. He wanted other cats to like him. And yet it seemed these days, he hadn't made as many friends as he wanted to. Padding through the territory, his mind was on that day when he had met Marblestrike. She had told him about Slip. She'd trusted him with that, which he had been very grateful for. And he wished he could have helped her more. Marble? He thought, as he continued onward and reached the spot where they had talked before. Sure enough, there was a cat perched on the rock, her fur sparkling in the sun, and she looked quite pretty.

Palmettoleaf stopped, standing still for a minute, his mixed fur bristling a little with uncertainty as he contemplated whether she would want company at this moment or not. She seemed so relaxed and calm. Like nothing could faze her right then, even though he knew all too well that she was able to be fazed. The memory of her crying shook him momentarily - she'd seemed so strong and so confident... like nothing could ever go wrong. But he had been wrong about her, and even though he'd known there must be a reason why she was closed off. He had never expected something like that.

Taking a step foward, Palmettoleaf glanced up at the rock where Marblestrike was. So far, she didn't seem to have noticed him. He took another uncertain step foward, and another... until he was standing at the base of the rock. Crouching down, his powerful hind legs pushed as low as they would go, Palmettoleaf was on top of the rock within a couple of bounds, standing beside the multicolored she cat. "Hello, Marblestrike." He greeted with a friendly smile. It was as though he had seen her just the other day in the clearing, and they'd had a nice talk. You never would have guessed their relationship.

She'd trusted him, which must mean something - Palmettoleaf just wasn't quite sure what it meant. He guessed he would find out eventually. "Haven't seen you in a while," He added, the friendly smile never faltering.

[Doodle]

Doodle
Streampaw made her way out of camp her legs bouncing with excitement, since she was about to learn how to hunt. The young she-cat had been excited for this day since she was just a young kit. She would finally be good for something besides getting underneath her older clanmates feet. Streampaw as a kit was always wanting something to do, to help, but every time she tried she'd trip over a warrior in the camp. She would get in trouble for it whenever she did. I want to catch a squirrel today! I want to climb a tree as if I was one! Oh how much fun it will be to be up high, starring out over the horizon.

Feathersong followed shortly behind her eager apprentice at a fast trot, not yet at a full sprint. "Streampaw, slow it down- you don't know where you're going," the molly scolded lightly, however it was noticeable that she wasn't angry as her pale yellow eyes glimmered with amusement. "I know you're excited, but if you run around like that you'll scare all the prey off." The tabby cat finally caught up to the younger feline, resting her tail on Streampaw's shoulders for a brief second. "Now, I know this is all fairly new to you still,but you need to remember that I'm in charge here, okay? It's important that you listen- we don't want to run into any trouble." While they were out of camp, Streampaw would be Feathersong's responsibility and the motherly she-cat wasn't about to let the new apprentice get hurt. Just the thought of running into a fox made her blood run cold; she had only been Streampaw's apprentice for a short time but already she felt like a second mother to the young cat. "Now, follow me. I know of a nice grove that should have a decent amount of prey, even during this time of year. You're bound to make a catch!" Eager herself to train her apprentice, the grey and cream cat started off in the direction of their destination.

Palmettoleaf hadn't seen Marblestrike around in a few days. He was pretty sure he had scared her away, his personality could be a bit - well - much for cats who weren't used to it, but he normally did his best to make them feel at home. He wanted other cats to like him. And yet it seemed these days, he hadn't made as many friends as he wanted to. Padding through the territory, his mind was on that day when he had met Marblestrike. She had told him about Slip. She'd trusted him with that, which he had been very grateful for. And he wished he could have helped her more. Marble? He thought, as he continued onward and reached the spot where they had talked before. Sure enough, there was a cat perched on the rock, her fur sparkling in the sun, and she looked quite pretty.

Palmettoleaf stopped, standing still for a minute, his mixed fur bristling a little with uncertainty as he contemplated whether she would want company at this moment or not. She seemed so relaxed and calm. Like nothing could faze her right then, even though he knew all too well that she was able to be fazed. The memory of her crying shook him momentarily - she'd seemed so strong and so confident... like nothing could ever go wrong. But he had been wrong about her, and even though he'd known there must be a reason why she was closed off. He had never expected something like that.

Taking a step foward, Palmettoleaf glanced up at the rock where Marblestrike was. So far, she didn't seem to have noticed him. He took another uncertain step foward, and another... until he was standing at the base of the rock. Crouching down, his powerful hind legs pushed as low as they would go, Palmettoleaf was on top of the rock within a couple of bounds, standing beside the multicolored she cat. "Hello, Marblestrike." He greeted with a friendly smile. It was as though he had seen her just the other day in the clearing, and they'd had a nice talk. You never would have guessed their relationship.

She'd trusted him, which must mean something - Palmettoleaf just wasn't quite sure what it meant. He guessed he would find out eventually. "Haven't seen you in a while," He added, the friendly smile never faltering.

Marble's eyes snapped open at a voice- a familiar voice. She internally groaned. One second, she had shut her eyes for once second! And of course that was when the tom decided to show up. Afterlife forbid she actually have a moment of peace. The mottled molly debated upon just ignoring the other, pretending that he wasn't there, until she finally turned towards him with a heavy sigh. "Palmettoleaf," she acknowledged, looking him over. Her eyes got caught on his piercing green ones, and she narrowed her orbs skeptically. What was he doing here? Had he come specifically looking for her? Surely he had, if he came to this area when Palmettoleaf knew this was her spot. I should have never shown him this place, she thought with a scrunch of her nose. The molly wasn't exactly good at hiding when she was thinking about something- she was sure to do something to draw attention to the fact that there was something going on in her mind. But, if he questioned her on it she wouldn't answer. That was something she should have done the first time around meeting the tom- not answer his questions.

"Yes, that was intended," the molly answered rudely. Her tail waved slowly behind her, and she tucked her paws in to her chest; she was uncomfortable, and if Palmettoleaf were to pick up on these actions he would know it. "What do you want?" She finally spoke to him, rather than waiting for him to talk. Marblestrike figured that perhaps, if she was rude enough, the tom would have enough and leave. It had worked in the past, hadn't it? Her mind flashed to their last encounter- so maybe it hadn't worked so well with this particular tom, but she could hold hope that it would now. She really wasn't sure what it is that the warrior did want from her. How was it that he didn't run away as soon as she blurted out her life story? How was it that he wasn't done with her, now, that she'd been avoiding him like green cough and acting as rude as a Syndicate cat? Frankly, Palmettoleaf baffled the once-loner. She just couldn't figure him out, couldn't understand his motive behind his actions. Perhaps that was what scared her away from him; she couldn't decide if he was genuinely there to help or if he had his own secret agenda.

Oh, goodness, thinking about it now was already stressing the molly out. Shifting around, Marblestrike tore her gaze away from the tom's, realizing she had been staring into his eyes for a time longer than acceptable. That was certainly awkward. A small cough left her, and she cleared her throat in hopes that the awkward tension would leave. Tension was fine with her, but awkwardness? She just couldn't handle it. Again Marblestrike wished she would be able to swim- she could have hopped into the water and swam away from this whole confrontation of sorts. But no, she couldn't do that- unless she wanted to freeze herself, which she didn't. No, Marble didn't like the cold. Hated it, in fact, like she hated the unknown. With a cross look and another snap of her tail, she waited for the tom to speak- or leave, whichever came first.

[Barnabas]

Feathersong followed shortly behind her eager apprentice at a fast trot, not yet at a full sprint. "Streampaw, slow it down- you don't know where you're going," the molly scolded lightly, however it was noticeable that she wasn't angry as her pale yellow eyes glimmered with amusement. "I know you're excited, but if you run around like that you'll scare all the prey off." The tabby cat finally caught up to the younger feline, resting her tail on Streampaw's shoulders for a brief second. "Now, I know this is all fairly new to you still,but you need to remember that I'm in charge here, okay? It's important that you listen- we don't want to run into any trouble." While they were out of camp, Streampaw would be Feathersong's responsibility and the motherly she-cat wasn't about to let the new apprentice get hurt. Just the thought of running into a fox made her blood run cold; she had only been Streampaw's apprentice for a short time but already she felt like a second mother to the young cat. "Now, follow me. I know of a nice grove that should have a decent amount of prey, even during this time of year. You're bound to make a catch!" Eager herself to train her apprentice, the grey and cream cat started off in the direction of their destination.



Marble's eyes snapped open at a voice- a familiar voice. She internally groaned. One second, she had shut her eyes for once second! And of course that was when the tom decided to show up. Afterlife forbid she actually have a moment of peace. The mottled molly debated upon just ignoring the other, pretending that he wasn't there, until she finally turned towards him with a heavy sigh. "Palmettoleaf," she acknowledged, looking him over. Her eyes got caught on his piercing green ones, and she narrowed her orbs skeptically. What was he doing here? Had he come specifically looking for her? Surely he had, if he came to this area when Palmettoleaf knew this was her spot. I should have never shown him this place, she thought with a scrunch of her nose. The molly wasn't exactly good at hiding when she was thinking about something- she was sure to do something to draw attention to the fact that there was something going on in her mind. But, if he questioned her on it she wouldn't answer. That was something she should have done the first time around meeting the tom- not answer his questions.

"Yes, that was intended," the molly answered rudely. Her tail waved slowly behind her, and she tucked her paws in to her chest; she was uncomfortable, and if Palmettoleaf were to pick up on these actions he would know it. "What do you want?" She finally spoke to him, rather than waiting for him to talk. Marblestrike figured that perhaps, if she was rude enough, the tom would have enough and leave. It had worked in the past, hadn't it? Her mind flashed to their last encounter- so maybe it hadn't worked so well with this particular tom, but she could hold hope that it would now. She really wasn't sure what it is that the warrior did want from her. How was it that he didn't run away as soon as she blurted out her life story? How was it that he wasn't done with her, now, that she'd been avoiding him like green cough and acting as rude as a Syndicate cat? Frankly, Palmettoleaf baffled the once-loner. She just couldn't figure him out, couldn't understand his motive behind his actions. Perhaps that was what scared her away from him; she couldn't decide if he was genuinely there to help or if he had his own secret agenda.

Oh, goodness, thinking about it now was already stressing the molly out. Shifting around, Marblestrike tore her gaze away from the tom's, realizing she had been staring into his eyes for a time longer than acceptable. That was certainly awkward. A small cough left her, and she cleared her throat in hopes that the awkward tension would leave. Tension was fine with her, but awkwardness? She just couldn't handle it. Again Marblestrike wished she would be able to swim- she could have hopped into the water and swam away from this whole confrontation of sorts. But no, she couldn't do that- unless she wanted to freeze herself, which she didn't. No, Marble didn't like the cold. Hated it, in fact, like she hated the unknown. With a cross look and another snap of her tail, she waited for the tom to speak- or leave, whichever came first.

Streampaw stopped as her mentor came up behind her. The she-cat was indeed happy to be out of camp, to get out for a while. What possibly could go wrong on this day? "I'm as excited as any apprentice, but I'm far stranger than the others." meowed Streampaw, trying to keep her voice down, so that no prey could hear her. Streampaw looked around the forest, the excitement still in her eyes, but as far as being calm she was getting there, but just not fast enough. "How far is that? Will we meet anything there?
Are there tree's to catch squirrels at? I want to climb a tree!" she questioned with a very excited squeal. Streampaw tried her best to keep still, but she was not calm yet again. Streampaw instantly stopped, taking a couple of deep breaths before looking into her mentor's eyes. "I promise I'll be calm now. No more trouble." stated Streampaw, the excitement still was there, no doubt, but she knew she had to be calm in order to hunt. I don't want to scare any prey away, so that I'm able to catch a squirrel, because I will be disappointed if I don't.

[Doodle]

Streampaw stopped as her mentor came up behind her. The she-cat was indeed happy to be out of camp, to get out for a while. What possibly could go wrong on this day? "I'm as excited as any apprentice, but I'm far stranger than the others." meowed Streampaw, trying to keep her voice down, so that no prey could hear her. Streampaw looked around the forest, the excitement still in her eyes, but as far as being calm she was getting there, but just not fast enough. "How far is that? Will we meet anything there?
Are there tree's to catch squirrels at? I want to climb a tree!" she questioned with a very excited squeal. Streampaw tried her best to keep still, but she was not calm yet again. Streampaw instantly stopped, taking a couple of deep breaths before looking into her mentor's eyes. "I promise I'll be calm now. No more trouble." stated Streampaw, the excitement still was there, no doubt, but she knew she had to be calm in order to hunt. I don't want to scare any prey away, so that I'm able to catch a squirrel, because I will be disappointed if I don't.

Feathersong gave a soft smile to her apprentice. "Streampaw, you're not strange," she immediately replied. "Trust me, every apprentice is excited about learning to hunt." When the younger molly looked around, Feathersong followed her gaze, trying to see the world from Streampaw's eyes. She was the tabby's first apprentice, and old memories were already resurfacing for the warrior. Feathersong had been just as excited as her apprentice now was in the early stages of training... she had just gotten sidetracked at the end with a tom, that was all. A tom that ended up fathering your kits, she thought before shaking her head and returning to the present. "Hmm," she hummed at first to the she-cat's question, before blinking rapidly. "Oh, perhaps. It's not unusual to run into a clanmate there, but we shouldn't run into anyone who isn't from Skyclan. If we do, we'll have to chase them off... but if that does happen- which it probably won't- then you've got to let me handle it, okay?" Feathersong was a patient cat, and wasn't annoyed by her apprentice at all. Her main concern was that Streampaw listened to her in order to keep the feline safe. She was her responsibility, after all.

"Of course there will be trees- that's why it's called a grove, silly," the grey and cream cat answered with a small laugh. "You can't have a grove without trees- the trees are what makes it a grove!" They were nearly there, and really should be a little more quiet, but Feathersong couldn't bring herself to scold the excited molly again. She didn't want to ruin Streampaw's good mood; it was infectious, making Feathersong herself happy and excited for training. "You'll have an opportunity to catch a squirrel," she promised to feline, before nodding as the other agreed to calm down. Good, she wouldn't have to tell her to be quiet again. She didn't say anything else, as they had now arrived to the grove.

[Barnabas]

Feathersong gave a soft smile to her apprentice. "Streampaw, you're not strange," she immediately replied. "Trust me, every apprentice is excited about learning to hunt." When the younger molly looked around, Feathersong followed her gaze, trying to see the world from Streampaw's eyes. She was the tabby's first apprentice, and old memories were already resurfacing for the warrior. Feathersong had been just as excited as her apprentice now was in the early stages of training... she had just gotten sidetracked at the end with a tom, that was all. A tom that ended up fathering your kits, she thought before shaking her head and returning to the present. "Hmm," she hummed at first to the she-cat's question, before blinking rapidly. "Oh, perhaps. It's not unusual to run into a clanmate there, but we shouldn't run into anyone who isn't from Skyclan. If we do, we'll have to chase them off... but if that does happen- which it probably won't- then you've got to let me handle it, okay?" Feathersong was a patient cat, and wasn't annoyed by her apprentice at all. Her main concern was that Streampaw listened to her in order to keep the feline safe. She was her responsibility, after all.

"Of course there will be trees- that's why it's called a grove, silly," the grey and cream cat answered with a small laugh. "You can't have a grove without trees- the trees are what makes it a grove!" They were nearly there, and really should be a little more quiet, but Feathersong couldn't bring herself to scold the excited molly again. She didn't want to ruin Streampaw's good mood; it was infectious, making Feathersong herself happy and excited for training. "You'll have an opportunity to catch a squirrel," she promised to feline, before nodding as the other agreed to calm down. Good, she wouldn't have to tell her to be quiet again. She didn't say anything else, as they had now arrived to the grove.

Streampaw looked around the grove, her eyes lighting up as she saw all the tree's around her. "It's so beautiful!" gasped Streampaw, being as calm as she could. The apprentice looked up at Feathersong with a serious face. So far I've been keeping my excitement inside, since she told me to calm down the first time. Streampaw kept her cool even after she heard a couple of Squiirels in the tree's above them.

[Doodle]

Streampaw looked around the grove, her eyes lighting up as she saw all the tree's around her. "It's so beautiful!" gasped Streampaw, being as calm as she could. The apprentice looked up at Feathersong with a serious face. So far I've been keeping my excitement inside, since she told me to calm down the first time. Streampaw kept her cool even after she heard a couple of Squiirels in the tree's above them.

"Yes, it is," Feathersong agreed, seating herself down and looking at Streampaw. "Now, I want you to tell me what you can sense- what you smell, what you hear." Yes, this was a rather good approach to hunting, at least it was for the molly when she was learning how to hunt. Next, she could check out Streampaw's hunting crouch and touch that up a bit, and then... then, Streampaw could try to catch this squirrel she apparently wanted to find so badly. A small smile reappeared on the molly's face- seeing the younger feline so happy made her joyous in return. Plus, so far everything was going great! The normally excited apprentice was even staying calm- and the warrior was thankful for the effort being put into that. I have a wonderful apprentice, the tabby thought thankfully. What if she had to mentor a cat she didn't get along with? That would have been simply awful- so she was quite happy that the cat she was paired with ended up being like another daughter to Feathersong.

[Charmer]

Duskflight

Shinefang set his paws outside of Skyclan camp for the first time in what felt like ages. He honestly hadn't expected this job to be so busy, but there were injured cats to tend to, queens and kits to check on, and deputies to have long and tense conversations with. As a warrior, he had ventured out of camp daily, and he'd been busy most of the time then as well, but this was different. As a warrior, he hardly ever had to rush to eat, but now even that little bit of free time was hard to come by. He'd been meaning to go herb gathering for some time and now finally had a moment to do that, but he lingered outside the camp entrance just looking over the trees and think woods of the territory. His heart ached a little. It was lovely, but it wasn't the Skyclan that had been his home since he was a nursing kit. He did believe coming here was a good thing. It was good to be near the other clans, and he was grateful for his blooming freindships with Daydream and Juniperpaw, but still, sometimes he just wished he could visit his kits grave one more time. It was too late now, he supposed. He would never sit beside them again and tell them storied until he joined Starclan and became a twinkly foxheart himself. He sighed heavily and got to his feet, supposing he ought to get going. There would only be a few good harvests before leafbare.

[lone]

Feathersong followed shortly behind her eager apprentice at a fast trot, not yet at a full sprint. "Streampaw, slow it down- you don't know where you're going," the molly scolded lightly, however it was noticeable that she wasn't angry as her pale yellow eyes glimmered with amusement. "I know you're excited, but if you run around like that you'll scare all the prey off." The tabby cat finally caught up to the younger feline, resting her tail on Streampaw's shoulders for a brief second. "Now, I know this is all fairly new to you still,but you need to remember that I'm in charge here, okay? It's important that you listen- we don't want to run into any trouble." While they were out of camp, Streampaw would be Feathersong's responsibility and the motherly she-cat wasn't about to let the new apprentice get hurt. Just the thought of running into a fox made her blood run cold; she had only been Streampaw's apprentice for a short time but already she felt like a second mother to the young cat. "Now, follow me. I know of a nice grove that should have a decent amount of prey, even during this time of year. You're bound to make a catch!" Eager herself to train her apprentice, the grey and cream cat started off in the direction of their destination.



Marble's eyes snapped open at a voice- a familiar voice. She internally groaned. One second, she had shut her eyes for once second! And of course that was when the tom decided to show up. Afterlife forbid she actually have a moment of peace. The mottled molly debated upon just ignoring the other, pretending that he wasn't there, until she finally turned towards him with a heavy sigh. "Palmettoleaf," she acknowledged, looking him over. Her eyes got caught on his piercing green ones, and she narrowed her orbs skeptically. What was he doing here? Had he come specifically looking for her? Surely he had, if he came to this area when Palmettoleaf knew this was her spot. I should have never shown him this place, she thought with a scrunch of her nose. The molly wasn't exactly good at hiding when she was thinking about something- she was sure to do something to draw attention to the fact that there was something going on in her mind. But, if he questioned her on it she wouldn't answer. That was something she should have done the first time around meeting the tom- not answer his questions.

"Yes, that was intended," the molly answered rudely. Her tail waved slowly behind her, and she tucked her paws in to her chest; she was uncomfortable, and if Palmettoleaf were to pick up on these actions he would know it. "What do you want?" She finally spoke to him, rather than waiting for him to talk. Marblestrike figured that perhaps, if she was rude enough, the tom would have enough and leave. It had worked in the past, hadn't it? Her mind flashed to their last encounter- so maybe it hadn't worked so well with this particular tom, but she could hold hope that it would now. She really wasn't sure what it is that the warrior did want from her. How was it that he didn't run away as soon as she blurted out her life story? How was it that he wasn't done with her, now, that she'd been avoiding him like green cough and acting as rude as a Syndicate cat? Frankly, Palmettoleaf baffled the once-loner. She just couldn't figure him out, couldn't understand his motive behind his actions. Perhaps that was what scared her away from him; she couldn't decide if he was genuinely there to help or if he had his own secret agenda.

Oh, goodness, thinking about it now was already stressing the molly out. Shifting around, Marblestrike tore her gaze away from the tom's, realizing she had been staring into his eyes for a time longer than acceptable. That was certainly awkward. A small cough left her, and she cleared her throat in hopes that the awkward tension would leave. Tension was fine with her, but awkwardness? She just couldn't handle it. Again Marblestrike wished she would be able to swim- she could have hopped into the water and swam away from this whole confrontation of sorts. But no, she couldn't do that- unless she wanted to freeze herself, which she didn't. No, Marble didn't like the cold. Hated it, in fact, like she hated the unknown. With a cross look and another snap of her tail, she waited for the tom to speak- or leave, whichever came first.
"I know I'm growing on you, Marblestrike." Palmettoleaf winked in an overconfident manner, before settling down in a more comfortable position near the she cat. Still, just out of respect, he gave her a decent amount of room. He figured she deserved that much. Besides, from the signals she was giving off, if Palmettoleaf wasn't mistaken he would say that she wasn't too happy to see him. That, and her tone of voice told him that. Maybe he should show some respect for the she cat. "What do I want?" If you were listening very closely, you might be able to hear some amount of what sounded like anger in the tom's voice. He was frustrated. The question bothered him. Marblestrike had practically disappeared, or had been avoiding him - whatever was going on, and he had been worried about her, and now that he had found her, she was asking him what he wanted?

Something was clearly wrong, and Palmettoleaf was worried about his friend. "Fine. Since you ask, I want to know why you've been avoiding me." The tom asked, his tail curled around his paws neatly. His eyes were narrowed into almost - not quite, but almost slits, as he examined the she cat. It was hard to stay positive and friendly when he had thought they were friends before, only to find out that oh, whatever he'd been thinking? It was a lie. "And don't lie, because this-" He gestured to the area around them that he knew was her safe spot - "is avoiding me." The tom finished with a satisfied smile. He was almost proud of himself for figuring this out, but he was pretty sure Marblestrike was nowhere near impressed with his guess. She seemed angry with him. What right did she have to be angry with him?! He'd just been trying to find her, trying to spend some time with the former loner he thought of as his friend, but she was avoiding him like he was a sickness.

Like he was going to hurt her if she allowed herself to think of him as a friend, and Palmettoleaf didn't like that. He didn't want Marblestrike to fear him. He wanted her to think of him as a friend, and yet it seemed that every time he was friendly, something went wrong. Even last time things had gone wrong. He had learned more about Marblestrike then he had ever thought he would on a first meeting, but she still didn't trust him. Even with knowing all that, and wanting to be her friend so badly, she wouldn't just... believe that he wasn't going to hurt her. It was like she had something against him trying to give her happiness. What had happened? He knew about Slip, and he knew that she had been close to the tom, but wasn't there a way to move on even if it hurt? She needed to trust again. Open herself up. Change and make friends, because in the end, it would only help her - right?

[The Cannibal]

Duskflight

Shinefang set his paws outside of Skyclan camp for the first time in what felt like ages. He honestly hadn't expected this job to be so busy, but there were injured cats to tend to, queens and kits to check on, and deputies to have long and tense conversations with. As a warrior, he had ventured out of camp daily, and he'd been busy most of the time then as well, but this was different. As a warrior, he hardly ever had to rush to eat, but now even that little bit of free time was hard to come by. He'd been meaning to go herb gathering for some time and now finally had a moment to do that, but he lingered outside the camp entrance just looking over the trees and think woods of the territory. His heart ached a little. It was lovely, but it wasn't the Skyclan that had been his home since he was a nursing kit. He did believe coming here was a good thing. It was good to be near the other clans, and he was grateful for his blooming freindships with Daydream and Juniperpaw, but still, sometimes he just wished he could visit his kits grave one more time. It was too late now, he supposed. He would never sit beside them again and tell them storied until he joined Starclan and became a twinkly foxheart himself. He sighed heavily and got to his feet, supposing he ought to get going. There would only be a few good harvests before leafbare.
Not long after the medicine cat had set a few pawsteps into the territory, did the sound of jogging pawsteps pursue him. "Greetings Shinefang!" Called out a friendly voice that most likely was very familiar to any cat in the clan. Soon enough, the brown tabby had caught up and was at his side with a cheery smile that seemed to always be there. It probably wasn't the best to be doing so much running with his two fairly deep wounds, but Grousestar hardly seemed to notice the pain, if there was any, from the quick movement.
"I hope you won't mind if I tagged along? I missed out on my morning walk today and figured that this would be a good substitute."
Of course that wasn't the only reason he wanted to tag along, but he figured it would sound a bit weird to say that he wished to get to know the tom better. Because truthfully, he did want to get to know Shinefang better. He would guiltily admit that he hadn't really known Ebonyfrost all that well and had hardly spoken to the medicine cat during her time in the den. He wanted to change that. He wanted to be as close to the medicine cat as he was his deputy. And well, he wanted to be close to every cat in the clan, though that was very unlikely for there were still some cats who were likely unhappy about his leadership.

[Doodle]

"I know I'm growing on you, Marblestrike." Palmettoleaf winked in an overconfident manner, before settling down in a more comfortable position near the she cat. Still, just out of respect, he gave her a decent amount of room. He figured she deserved that much. Besides, from the signals she was giving off, if Palmettoleaf wasn't mistaken he would say that she wasn't too happy to see him. That, and her tone of voice told him that. Maybe he should show some respect for the she cat. "What do I want?" If you were listening very closely, you might be able to hear some amount of what sounded like anger in the tom's voice. He was frustrated. The question bothered him. Marblestrike had practically disappeared, or had been avoiding him - whatever was going on, and he had been worried about her, and now that he had found her, she was asking him what he wanted?

Something was clearly wrong, and Palmettoleaf was worried about his friend. "Fine. Since you ask, I want to know why you've been avoiding me." The tom asked, his tail curled around his paws neatly. His eyes were narrowed into almost - not quite, but almost slits, as he examined the she cat. It was hard to stay positive and friendly when he had thought they were friends before, only to find out that oh, whatever he'd been thinking? It was a lie. "And don't lie, because this-" He gestured to the area around them that he knew was her safe spot - "is avoiding me." The tom finished with a satisfied smile. He was almost proud of himself for figuring this out, but he was pretty sure Marblestrike was nowhere near impressed with his guess. She seemed angry with him. What right did she have to be angry with him?! He'd just been trying to find her, trying to spend some time with the former loner he thought of as his friend, but she was avoiding him like he was a sickness.

Like he was going to hurt her if she allowed herself to think of him as a friend, and Palmettoleaf didn't like that. He didn't want Marblestrike to fear him. He wanted her to think of him as a friend, and yet it seemed that every time he was friendly, something went wrong. Even last time things had gone wrong. He had learned more about Marblestrike then he had ever thought he would on a first meeting, but she still didn't trust him. Even with knowing all that, and wanting to be her friend so badly, she wouldn't just... believe that he wasn't going to hurt her. It was like she had something against him trying to give her happiness. What had happened? He knew about Slip, and he knew that she had been close to the tom, but wasn't there a way to move on even if it hurt? She needed to trust again. Open herself up. Change and make friends, because in the end, it would only help her - right?

(Wow my mind was running wild for this one lol)

Marblestrike wrinkled her nose in disgust at the tom's wink, denying the fact that Palmettoleaf actually did look quite attractive when doing so- but then again, the tom was attractive no matter what. But the molly preferred to ignore the fact that she found the tom handsome. It didn't mean anything, after all. Blue eyes warily took in the space between the two clanmates; Palmettoleaf had not sat too close to her, but she still would've liked if he was farther away. Say, back at camp instead? Yes, that was a good enough distance away. The mottled she-cat had to keep herself from nodding at this thought that she greatly approved of. She needed to work on hiding her thoughts more, thought at least when she did nod or have other reactions to her thoughts no cat would know what she was thinking. For the most part at least. It just made her more weird to the cats that saw her- snorting in the corner all alone. But Marble was never really the one to care what others thought of her. For all she could care they could think she was some giant bully. So long as she knew she wasn't a bully, she was fine.

The molly snapped back to the conversation when Palmettoleaf spoke once more- if she wasn't mistaken, that seemed to be a bit of anger in the tom's voice. Now, that was a surprise. She hadn't really thought this particular warrior to be one to anger quickly, but it seemed that maybe she was hitting some sort of nerve. She resisted the urge to hum out a response of 'Ahah!' when he finally did answer her question. So that was what was angering the tom. Marblestrike's eyes flashed when he called her out on purposely avoiding him. He wasn't some genius- she had implied that she was ignoring him just earlier as the first thing she said to him, actually- but he sure seemed to think he was. She openly rolled her eyes; she hadn't thought of the tom as egotistical either, but in this meeting he was proving to be very much so. But, now that she knew what was frustrating him... she could probably use that to make him leave. "Avoiding you," the molly laughed loudly and uncontrollably. She had learned that acting amused about something that clearly bothered another often would make them mad, and she was counting on Palmettoleaf's anger to get her out of this situation. "Now I see," she continued after her laughing fit. "You're just upset that I haven't been seeking you out. This-" she mocked the tom, gesturing around her clearing just as he had done a moment ago- "is me getting me time. It has nothing to do with you." It wasn't a complete lie; the stream was a spot she would go to even if Palmettoleaf wasn't in the picture. However he was certainly spot on when he said she was here to avoid him.

The warrior's mind reeled, thinking of the possible things to say. What would gain the best reaction? At least, the best reaction being what she was looking for- anger, and hopefully him storming off and leaving her alone for good. That's what she wanted, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

Despite the answer not popping into her head immediately, like the way she thought it would, Marble continued with her venomous words. "Know what I think is really going on?" she continued, daring to lean towards the tom. Her tail lashed dangerously behind her. "I think your little feelings are hurt. Oh, yes, that's it! Poor little Palmetto's got a crush, and you don't like that I'm not all over you." A smile followed her words, but it was far from kind. "You just don't like that I don't care- and I don't." With a satisfied nod, the molly leaned back, sure he would leave now. After the harsh words that came spilling from her mouth, who wouldn't? She would've left if someone said that, even if they were completely lying- Marblestrike did care, but she didn't want to. She couldn't allow herself to care about the tom, couldn't let them become friends, so instead she had to push him away.

[Charmer]

Not long after the medicine cat had set a few pawsteps into the territory, did the sound of jogging pawsteps pursue him. "Greetings Shinefang!" Called out a friendly voice that most likely was very familiar to any cat in the clan. Soon enough, the brown tabby had caught up and was at his side with a cheery smile that seemed to always be there. It probably wasn't the best to be doing so much running with his two fairly deep wounds, but Grousestar hardly seemed to notice the pain, if there was any, from the quick movement.
"I hope you won't mind if I tagged along? I missed out on my morning walk today and figured that this would be a good substitute."
Of course that wasn't the only reason he wanted to tag along, but he figured it would sound a bit weird to say that he wished to get to know the tom better. Because truthfully, he did want to get to know Shinefang better. He would guiltily admit that he hadn't really known Ebonyfrost all that well and had hardly spoken to the medicine cat during her time in the den. He wanted to change that. He wanted to be as close to the medicine cat as he was his deputy. And well, he wanted to be close to every cat in the clan, though that was very unlikely for there were still some cats who were likely unhappy about his leadership.

Grousestar's voice snapped Shinefang out of his thoughts and he turned to see the brown tabby tom who commanded his beloved Skyclan padding up toward him. He couldn't help but spare a wary glance at the leader as he moved, but he didn't appear to be in any pain, and he'd been good about reapplying his poultices on schedule. "Grousestar," he returned the greeting with a nod. He heard the leader's proposal about joining him and replied, "Sure. I'm only going out to gather herbs, but it'll be nice to have company." Shinefang started off, moving slowly as he waited for Grousestar to cat up. "How are your wounds doing? Any pain?"

[The Cannibal]

Grousestar's voice snapped Shinefang out of his thoughts and he turned to see the brown tabby tom who commanded his beloved Skyclan padding up toward him. He couldn't help but spare a wary glance at the leader as he moved, but he didn't appear to be in any pain, and he'd been good about reapplying his poultices on schedule. "Grousestar," he returned the greeting with a nod. He heard the leader's proposal about joining him and replied, "Sure. I'm only going out to gather herbs, but it'll be nice to have company." Shinefang started off, moving slowly as he waited for Grousestar to cat up. "How are your wounds doing? Any pain?"
Falling in step by the older tom, even though Grousestar himself wasn't as young as he used to be; though he did seem just as energetic as he was when he was a young warrior. That was a blessing it seemed, for many warriors never really seemed to keep the same energy and love from when they were fresh warriors. You had to think, what was it that kept him going? What kept him so happy, so fully of life? Or was that how he always was? As friendly and outgoing as he was, and still is, he never actually made a lot of friends in the nursery; instead, he had spent a good majority of the time off doing his own thing, sneaking into the warriors den and elders den to hear their stories. He had always loved a good story, and he still did.
"How fun! I've never had the pleasure of accompanying a medicine cat on one of their herb-gathering adventures." He purred out with what seemed like a truly excited grin. Not many warriors found the task exciting at all, in fact, they'd likely find it rather boring and would much rather be out patrolling or hunting. Grousestar? He found interest in nearly everything, but then again, that was a pretty well known fact wasn't it?
"Oh they're doing fine, I think they're healing up pretty nicely. The only time they bother me is when I'm trying to rest, but even that is starting to go away now." He reported to the medicine cat, his paws stepping lightly on the bed of dead leaves that coated the ground, hardly even making a sound. "How are you enjoying the position by the way?" Turning his head, he'd look over at Shinefang curiously. Sure the tom had been the one to suggest it, but that didn't mean he was going to like it. He hoped that Shinefang liked what he did, but there was always the possibility that he hated it. Hated having the responsibility of other cat's lives in his paws. Sometimes even Grousestar hated the responsibility he was burdened with, but then he reminded himself of his love for his clan and the hate would dissipate. Was it the same for Shinefang?

[Barnabas]

"Yes, it is," Feathersong agreed, seating herself down and looking at Streampaw. "Now, I want you to tell me what you can sense- what you smell, what you hear." Yes, this was a rather good approach to hunting, at least it was for the molly when she was learning how to hunt. Next, she could check out Streampaw's hunting crouch and touch that up a bit, and then... then, Streampaw could try to catch this squirrel she apparently wanted to find so badly. A small smile reappeared on the molly's face- seeing the younger feline so happy made her joyous in return. Plus, so far everything was going great! The normally excited apprentice was even staying calm- and the warrior was thankful for the effort being put into that. I have a wonderful apprentice, the tabby thought thankfully. What if she had to mentor a cat she didn't get along with? That would have been simply awful- so she was quite happy that the cat she was paired with ended up being like another daughter to Feathersong.

Streampaw closed her eyes, sniffing the air to find anything with her ears spiked to hear things. "I smell three Squirrels, a couple of birds wait sparrows to be exact, and a three or four mice. I can hear them all around me." meowed Streampaw, opening her eyes to look at her mentor. The young apprentice watched as one of the squirrel's ran past her. "Now there's only one Squirrel." the molly said, dipping her head to Feathersong. Don't chase after that squirrel. Don't go after that squirrel Streampaw. Streampaw stayed where she was even though her paws were aching to go after that squirrel.

[Charmer]

Falling in step by the older tom, even though Grousestar himself wasn't as young as he used to be; though he did seem just as energetic as he was when he was a young warrior. That was a blessing it seemed, for many warriors never really seemed to keep the same energy and love from when they were fresh warriors. You had to think, what was it that kept him going? What kept him so happy, so fully of life? Or was that how he always was? As friendly and outgoing as he was, and still is, he never actually made a lot of friends in the nursery; instead, he had spent a good majority of the time off doing his own thing, sneaking into the warriors den and elders den to hear their stories. He had always loved a good story, and he still did.
"How fun! I've never had the pleasure of accompanying a medicine cat on one of their herb-gathering adventures." He purred out with what seemed like a truly excited grin. Not many warriors found the task exciting at all, in fact, they'd likely find it rather boring and would much rather be out patrolling or hunting. Grousestar? He found interest in nearly everything, but then again, that was a pretty well known fact wasn't it?
"Oh they're doing fine, I think they're healing up pretty nicely. The only time they bother me is when I'm trying to rest, but even that is starting to go away now." He reported to the medicine cat, his paws stepping lightly on the bed of dead leaves that coated the ground, hardly even making a sound. "How are you enjoying the position by the way?" Turning his head, he'd look over at Shinefang curiously. Sure the tom had been the one to suggest it, but that didn't mean he was going to like it. He hoped that Shinefang liked what he did, but there was always the possibility that he hated it. Hated having the responsibility of other cat's lives in his paws. Sometimes even Grousestar hated the responsibility he was burdened with, but then he reminded himself of his love for his clan and the hate would dissipate. Was it the same for Shinefang?

Fun? Not exactly how most cats would describe walking around the territory just to collect herbs, he thought to himself as he walked along the leaf-strewn forest floor. Shinefang wondered briefly if the tom had some kind of agenda in joining him for his herb gathering. After all, Auroraflame clearly didn't trust him in the medicine cat position and he'd lost his first patient mere days ago. Acornpaw had wandered into his den with a head injury and bleeding scalp. He'd treated the bleeding, made the apprentice comfortable, and told him he'd be up and about in a couple of days once his wounds were healed and his head was feeling better. Instead, he'd died in his sleep that night. The walk to the center of the clearing for the vigil had been been rife with shame. He'd failed that apprentice. The humiliation had been worsened by the Shadowclan and Riverclan medicine cat arriving just in time to see his little tantrum when he discovered the apprentice was dead. Did Grousestar also wonder if he was fit for this? Surely the deputy and leader wouldn't necessarily agree on everything, but he'd clearly demonstrated an impressive failure recently. "Good, good," he answered hollowly to Grousestar's report regarding his wounds. "Don't hesitate to come see me if it gets worse." When Grousestar asked about his enjoyment of his new position as a medicine cat, the old tom gave a small chuckle. "Let me tell you, Grousestar, it is not as easy as it looks. I'm doing the best I can with what I know, and if a cat comes in with a bleeding wound, I can help, no problem. The trouble is that I'm trying to help a cat who's sick, and they don't have greencough, I don't always know how to help, and I know a lot of the herbs but not all of them." There was no point in lying to the leader, and if he already had negative opinions of his abilities, there was nothing he could say to change that. Well, perhaps there was one thing... "But the good news is that I've made my trip to the Starcave. The twinkly foxhearts have said I'm legit. And Daydream has agreed to teach me some of the things I don't know yet. Oh yeah, the Shadowclan medicine cat has their new name now, so that's exciting."

[The Cannibal]

Fun? Not exactly how most cats would describe walking around the territory just to collect herbs, he thought to himself as he walked along the leaf-strewn forest floor. Shinefang wondered briefly if the tom had some kind of agenda in joining him for his herb gathering. After all, Auroraflame clearly didn't trust him in the medicine cat position and he'd lost his first patient mere days ago. Acornpaw had wandered into his den with a head injury and bleeding scalp. He'd treated the bleeding, made the apprentice comfortable, and told him he'd be up and about in a couple of days once his wounds were healed and his head was feeling better. Instead, he'd died in his sleep that night. The walk to the center of the clearing for the vigil had been been rife with shame. He'd failed that apprentice. The humiliation had been worsened by the Shadowclan and Riverclan medicine cat arriving just in time to see his little tantrum when he discovered the apprentice was dead. Did Grousestar also wonder if he was fit for this? Surely the deputy and leader wouldn't necessarily agree on everything, but he'd clearly demonstrated an impressive failure recently. "Good, good," he answered hollowly to Grousestar's report regarding his wounds. "Don't hesitate to come see me if it gets worse." When Grousestar asked about his enjoyment of his new position as a medicine cat, the old tom gave a small chuckle. "Let me tell you, Grousestar, it is not as easy as it looks. I'm doing the best I can with what I know, and if a cat comes in with a bleeding wound, I can help, no problem. The trouble is that I'm trying to help a cat who's sick, and they don't have greencough, I don't always know how to help, and I know a lot of the herbs but not all of them." There was no point in lying to the leader, and if he already had negative opinions of his abilities, there was nothing he could say to change that. Well, perhaps there was one thing... "But the good news is that I've made my trip to the Starcave. The twinkly foxhearts have said I'm legit. And Daydream has agreed to teach me some of the things I don't know yet. Oh yeah, the Shadowclan medicine cat has their new name now, so that's exciting."
Acornpaw's death hadn't gone unnoticed by the leader, in fact, he was there at the vigil, though had chosen not to bring it up to the medicine cat. It was bound to happen, to have a cat die in your care; even the best of medicine cats can't save every patient. There was no reason to bring it up to Shinefang, it wouldn't solve anything nor would it bring the apprentice back. The tom had did his best given the circumstances and his own knowledge, and that's all Grousestar could ask for of him. And he had also heard of two other medicine cats visiting the clan, though he hadn't known from which clans. He would have stopped in and said hello, but he believed it best to let them do their business with each other, whatever that might be.
"Of course." The leader meowed with a reaffirming nod; he was one cat that Shinefang wouldn't have to worry about in terms of not coming to see him if he had any sort of injury or worsening of symptoms. As much as he despised some of the bitter herbs that he might have to eat, he knew that it would help him in the end, and it meant that he could stay strong for his clan.
The brown tabby's ears perked up when he heard the medicine cat respond to his question, his emerald gaze looking over at him as he answered. "That's all I can ask for Shinefang, that you do your best. You don't have to be perfect or know everything, so long as you're able to deal with it to the best of your ability and don't give up, then I'm happy." Of course he preferred to have a cat with full knowledge in the position, he was just glad that they had a medicine cat and weren't left completely without one. Though the leader did seem to brighten upon hearing that he had made the journey to the Starcave, and that the Shadowclan medicine cat agreed to teach him some things as well. "That's great news to hear! I will have to personally thank Daydream myself then. And I knew you would be a fine choice, even if you aren't too fond of Starclan. Perhaps it will change one day, perhaps not, but I believe you were a good choice."

[Charmer]

Acornpaw's death hadn't gone unnoticed by the leader, in fact, he was there at the vigil, though had chosen not to bring it up to the medicine cat. It was bound to happen, to have a cat die in your care; even the best of medicine cats can't save every patient. There was no reason to bring it up to Shinefang, it wouldn't solve anything nor would it bring the apprentice back. The tom had did his best given the circumstances and his own knowledge, and that's all Grousestar could ask for of him. And he had also heard of two other medicine cats visiting the clan, though he hadn't known from which clans. He would have stopped in and said hello, but he believed it best to let them do their business with each other, whatever that might be.
"Of course." The leader meowed with a reaffirming nod; he was one cat that Shinefang wouldn't have to worry about in terms of not coming to see him if he had any sort of injury or worsening of symptoms. As much as he despised some of the bitter herbs that he might have to eat, he knew that it would help him in the end, and it meant that he could stay strong for his clan.
The brown tabby's ears perked up when he heard the medicine cat respond to his question, his emerald gaze looking over at him as he answered. "That's all I can ask for Shinefang, that you do your best. You don't have to be perfect or know everything, so long as you're able to deal with it to the best of your ability and don't give up, then I'm happy." Of course he preferred to have a cat with full knowledge in the position, he was just glad that they had a medicine cat and weren't left completely without one. Though the leader did seem to brighten upon hearing that he had made the journey to the Starcave, and that the Shadowclan medicine cat agreed to teach him some things as well. "That's great news to hear! I will have to personally thank Daydream myself then. And I knew you would be a fine choice, even if you aren't too fond of Starclan. Perhaps it will change one day, perhaps not, but I believe you were a good choice."

"You ought to," he said, amused at the idea of the grouch of a Shadowclan cat interacting with upbeat and friendly Grousestar. He mischievously though of how fun it would be to watch that conversation. "They're a character all right, but they know their stuff." Shinefang wasn't generally the type of cat to put to much stock in compliments and praise. He didn't need to be told he was doing a good job. He either knew it already or knew the cat giving the compliment was lying. There was no hint of a lie in Grousestar's voice. The brown tabby truly seemed to understand and truly seemed to believe he had not only been the best choice given what Skyclan had, but a good choice. In truth, he really had expected this new rank to be easier, but he felt like he'd been fumbling his way through at best but he wanted to do better, and he believed he could. "Thanks, Grousestar," the old tom said, sincerity in his voice. "I've gotta tell you too, when I was a warrior, I at least always found time to eat. It's a lot harder than it looks," he added with a light chuckle. "But I'm working on that. I'm thinking I'll teach a few cats some basic herbs to heal wounds. The stuff I know pretty well. That way, I have some cats to lend a paw every now and again. And besides, if I don't make it through leafbare, Skyclan will at least have a few cats that can do that much." He knew it was grim, but he was just being honest. "Don't get me wrong. I plan on surviving several more leafbares. But at my age, you have to think about these sorts of things." Shinefang didn't expect Grousestar to understand. Shinefang had been older than Grousestar was now when the tabby tom was still a squirming kit in the nursery. He had a lot more life ahead of him before he had to worry about the end drawing near. Suddenly, Shinefang caught a whiff of something sweet in the air and began looking around. "Hmm. I can smell chervil around here somewhere. It'll look kind of like a fern. It's that sweet smell. Can you smell it?" he asked.

[lone]

(Wow my mind was running wild for this one lol)

Marblestrike wrinkled her nose in disgust at the tom's wink, denying the fact that Palmettoleaf actually did look quite attractive when doing so- but then again, the tom was attractive no matter what. But the molly preferred to ignore the fact that she found the tom handsome. It didn't mean anything, after all. Blue eyes warily took in the space between the two clanmates; Palmettoleaf had not sat too close to her, but she still would've liked if he was farther away. Say, back at camp instead? Yes, that was a good enough distance away. The mottled she-cat had to keep herself from nodding at this thought that she greatly approved of. She needed to work on hiding her thoughts more, thought at least when she did nod or have other reactions to her thoughts no cat would know what she was thinking. For the most part at least. It just made her more weird to the cats that saw her- snorting in the corner all alone. But Marble was never really the one to care what others thought of her. For all she could care they could think she was some giant bully. So long as she knew she wasn't a bully, she was fine.

The molly snapped back to the conversation when Palmettoleaf spoke once more- if she wasn't mistaken, that seemed to be a bit of anger in the tom's voice. Now, that was a surprise. She hadn't really thought this particular warrior to be one to anger quickly, but it seemed that maybe she was hitting some sort of nerve. She resisted the urge to hum out a response of 'Ahah!' when he finally did answer her question. So that was what was angering the tom. Marblestrike's eyes flashed when he called her out on purposely avoiding him. He wasn't some genius- she had implied that she was ignoring him just earlier as the first thing she said to him, actually- but he sure seemed to think he was. She openly rolled her eyes; she hadn't thought of the tom as egotistical either, but in this meeting he was proving to be very much so. But, now that she knew what was frustrating him... she could probably use that to make him leave. "Avoiding you," the molly laughed loudly and uncontrollably. She had learned that acting amused about something that clearly bothered another often would make them mad, and she was counting on Palmettoleaf's anger to get her out of this situation. "Now I see," she continued after her laughing fit. "You're just upset that I haven't been seeking you out. This-" she mocked the tom, gesturing around her clearing just as he had done a moment ago- "is me getting me time. It has nothing to do with you." It wasn't a complete lie; the stream was a spot she would go to even if Palmettoleaf wasn't in the picture. However he was certainly spot on when he said she was here to avoid him.

The warrior's mind reeled, thinking of the possible things to say. What would gain the best reaction? At least, the best reaction being what she was looking for- anger, and hopefully him storming off and leaving her alone for good. That's what she wanted, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

Despite the answer not popping into her head immediately, like the way she thought it would, Marble continued with her venomous words. "Know what I think is really going on?" she continued, daring to lean towards the tom. Her tail lashed dangerously behind her. "I think your little feelings are hurt. Oh, yes, that's it! Poor little Palmetto's got a crush, and you don't like that I'm not all over you." A smile followed her words, but it was far from kind. "You just don't like that I don't care- and I don't." With a satisfied nod, the molly leaned back, sure he would leave now. After the harsh words that came spilling from her mouth, who wouldn't? She would've left if someone said that, even if they were completely lying- Marblestrike did care, but she didn't want to. She couldn't allow herself to care about the tom, couldn't let them become friends, so instead she had to push him away.


A hidden flash of frustration passed through Palmettoleaf's eyes, though it was well-disguised by the friendly smile that came onto his features at the same time. Getting angry with Marblestrike would do nothing in this situation. The warrior was well aware that she was trying to get under his skin and at the moment, it was working. His tail curled around his body, framing the left side of it neatly, cutting off just short of his head. It was like a barrier keeping him away from the multicolored she cat, trying to keep him from lashing out at her - or was it there to keep her from lashing out at him? Either way, it was nothing more then a safety precaution. Because sometimes Palmettoleaf felt scared of the cat. Yes, he knew she was hurt. Yes, he knew that she needed company more then anything else at this point, but she either a) didn't know it, b) was ignoring that fact, or c) was acting like this because it was a silent cry for help.

The tom wanted to help her. More then anything he wished he could have that same connection he'd felt the day he'd met her - a friendly connection, that was. Either she didn't share that feeling of connection or she did and was ignoring it because she was uncomfortable with the fact that Palmettoleaf seemed to be able to tell when she was hurting. The tom's eyes widened a little at her denial that it had anything to do with him. "Well if this is your 'me time' -" The words were spoken in a sorry attempt to keep from mocking her, but bitterness at her denial showing through - "-then what about the last few days? Surely you haven't been by yourself all that time. You could've at least said hello once or twice." Bitterness faded away to make room for hurt. The tom was truly sad that the cat he considered a friend hadn't even once tried to reach out to him and at least say that she appreciated his efforts from before.

They'd gotten along fine that day. So then, why had she ignored him these past few days? Why was she trying so hard to go to any length to pretend he didn't exist? Frustration shone in his green eyes, though he tried desperately to hide it with another, this time sadder, smile. It didn't work as well as he had hoped, however. The sadness was still there and Palmettoleaf wasn't quite sure how to cover it up with fake happiness. Her accusation didn't make things any better for him, either. Today was clearly not a day to mess with Marblestrike. She spoke with venom in her voice and anger in her eyes, both of which he knew were her defense mechanisms. If only he could get past her guard again. Answer softly. Answer nicely. She responded better to that before, maybe she would again. The frustration, sadness, and even anger faded from his eyes to make room for a new gentleness. He got to his paws, moving a little closer so that he could touch Marblestrike's shoulder with his tail. "I know you don't mean that, Marble." The nickname she had given him before was used in this moment, trying to add a softer touch to the conversation.

She was so guarded and hurt. Was this all a result of Slip's death? Or had something else happened after that? Surely a death of a loved one was one way to cocoon someone off from the rest of the world, but had no one tried to help her during that oh-so-fragile state?Had no one reached out to her, tried to help her through it? It would appear that no one had, and that made Palmettoleaf's heart hurt more then any cruel words she could have said to him. "You do care. Or you would be running away from me. If you really didn't care, or like me at all, Marblestrike - you wouldn't have shown me this place in the first place. And as soon as you saw me, you would have gone somewhere else where I would have had to find you again. So I know you didn't mean any of that." The tom gave her another, gentle smile. He was glad that she hadn't meant it. He knew what someone not caring looked like, and this?

This wasn't it. If she didn't care about him, she wouldn't use harsh words to get him to go away, would she? Wouldn't she just ignore him? Pretend he didn't exist? Like she's been doing, he thought with a sinking feeling. So maybe his quick judgement had been a stab in the dark. But if there was even a sliver of hope that he was right, he was going to take it and hold onto it for as long as possible until he was proven wrong.

[The Cannibal]

"You ought to," he said, amused at the idea of the grouch of a Shadowclan cat interacting with upbeat and friendly Grousestar. He mischievously though of how fun it would be to watch that conversation. "They're a character all right, but they know their stuff." Shinefang wasn't generally the type of cat to put to much stock in compliments and praise. He didn't need to be told he was doing a good job. He either knew it already or knew the cat giving the compliment was lying. There was no hint of a lie in Grousestar's voice. The brown tabby truly seemed to understand and truly seemed to believe he had not only been the best choice given what Skyclan had, but a good choice. In truth, he really had expected this new rank to be easier, but he felt like he'd been fumbling his way through at best but he wanted to do better, and he believed he could. "Thanks, Grousestar," the old tom said, sincerity in his voice. "I've gotta tell you too, when I was a warrior, I at least always found time to eat. It's a lot harder than it looks," he added with a light chuckle. "But I'm working on that. I'm thinking I'll teach a few cats some basic herbs to heal wounds. The stuff I know pretty well. That way, I have some cats to lend a paw every now and again. And besides, if I don't make it through leafbare, Skyclan will at least have a few cats that can do that much." He knew it was grim, but he was just being honest. "Don't get me wrong. I plan on surviving several more leafbares. But at my age, you have to think about these sorts of things." Shinefang didn't expect Grousestar to understand. Shinefang had been older than Grousestar was now when the tabby tom was still a squirming kit in the nursery. He had a lot more life ahead of him before he had to worry about the end drawing near. Suddenly, Shinefang caught a whiff of something sweet in the air and began looking around. "Hmm. I can smell chervil around here somewhere. It'll look kind of like a fern. It's that sweet smell. Can you smell it?" he asked.
"I think I just might!" Purred out the tom as he thought about it before seeming to nod his head in confirmation. The next time he caught sight of the Shadowclan medicine cat he would be sure to thank them, after all, he's hardly met Daydream and it is truly a kind act for them to be teaching Shinefang a few things. Marking it down on his mental 'to do' list, he pushed it to the back of his mind to make way for the current conversation he was having. "That is good, I'm sure they'll be able to teach you well then." While Shinefang wasn't one much for giving praise, Grousestar was the complete opposite. He believed giving praise to others was a quintessential thing when trying to keep moral and spirits high, while also just keeping everyone in a generally happy, good mood. It improved performance; not only that but, big surprise here, he was just a kind cat who couldn't help but give kind words where he saw fit. He saw nothing wrong in giving praise to others where it was due.
As Shinefang thanked him, he dipped his head with a bright smile. "No need to thank me Shinefang. And yes, I think I understand you with that bit.
I don't think I quite new what I was signing up for when I stepped up to take Lemonstar's place." He chuckled out quietly, shaking his head, his gaze shifting to look in front of him instead of over at the other tom. He was much more naive when he was deputy and while he did still hold some of that characteristic, it has been dulled down.
"Oh? That's a fantastic idea!" The leader paused as he heard what the older tom mentioned next, his smile faltering and his eyes glancing over to look at him. Don't say that... His mind whispered in a painfully pitiful voice. Grousestar hated the pain that came with losing someone, hated the grief that tore at his heart. It always hurt him, even if he hardly knew the cat. It hurts him when a member of Skyclan dies. Shinefang continued on before he could get too saddened by the idea, but the fear that one day Shinefang would pass on to Starclan was still tugging at him. He didn't want to think about it, didn't want it to happen. "You still have plenty of seasons left in you my friend." He meowed in a quieter tone, looking back ahead. The thought of losing the tom next to him brought him back to the time when his life was the darkest. When his parents passed on, in the elders den, right next to each other. His throat tightened slightly and he could feel a slight stinging in his eyes.
Clearing his throat as his attention was brought back to reality, he looked around for a moment before taking a scent as Shinefang noted the apparent sweet smell of chervil. The smell really didn't hit his nose right away and it took a bit of straining before he could pick it out from beneath the distant smell of squirrel, of dead leaves and other various forest smells. "Why yes, I think I do!"

[Charmer]

"I think I just might!" Purred out the tom as he thought about it before seeming to nod his head in confirmation. The next time he caught sight of the Shadowclan medicine cat he would be sure to thank them, after all, he's hardly met Daydream and it is truly a kind act for them to be teaching Shinefang a few things. Marking it down on his mental 'to do' list, he pushed it to the back of his mind to make way for the current conversation he was having. "That is good, I'm sure they'll be able to teach you well then." While Shinefang wasn't one much for giving praise, Grousestar was the complete opposite. He believed giving praise to others was a quintessential thing when trying to keep moral and spirits high, while also just keeping everyone in a generally happy, good mood. It improved performance; not only that but, big surprise here, he was just a kind cat who couldn't help but give kind words where he saw fit. He saw nothing wrong in giving praise to others where it was due.
As Shinefang thanked him, he dipped his head with a bright smile. "No need to thank me Shinefang. And yes, I think I understand you with that bit.
I don't think I quite new what I was signing up for when I stepped up to take Lemonstar's place." He chuckled out quietly, shaking his head, his gaze shifting to look in front of him instead of over at the other tom. He was much more naive when he was deputy and while he did still hold some of that characteristic, it has been dulled down.
"Oh? That's a fantastic idea!" The leader paused as he heard what the older tom mentioned next, his smile faltering and his eyes glancing over to look at him. Don't say that... His mind whispered in a painfully pitiful voice. Grousestar hated the pain that came with losing someone, hated the grief that tore at his heart. It always hurt him, even if he hardly knew the cat. It hurts him when a member of Skyclan dies. Shinefang continued on before he could get too saddened by the idea, but the fear that one day Shinefang would pass on to Starclan was still tugging at him. He didn't want to think about it, didn't want it to happen. "You still have plenty of seasons left in you my friend." He meowed in a quieter tone, looking back ahead. The thought of losing the tom next to him brought him back to the time when his life was the darkest. When his parents passed on, in the elders den, right next to each other. His throat tightened slightly and he could feel a slight stinging in his eyes.
Clearing his throat as his attention was brought back to reality, he looked around for a moment before taking a scent as Shinefang noted the apparent sweet smell of chervil. The smell really didn't hit his nose right away and it took a bit of straining before he could pick it out from beneath the distant smell of squirrel, of dead leaves and other various forest smells. "Why yes, I think I do!"

Shinefang didn't respond to Grousestar's polite comment about his many seasons. He didn't doubt it. He'd got to Starclan when he was good and ready and not before if he had anything to say about it. And they'd be in for a fight if they tried to take him before he was ready. And besides, now he was focused on scenting this herb. He sniffed the air ahead, as he watched the wind stir the blanket of leaves on the ground to see which way the wind was blowing, following the scent with his nose held high. "Around here somewhere," he muttered, looking around. "Ah! Here we are!" The golden-furred tom padded up to a fern-like plants growing in a cluster in a patch of sunlight between two younger-looking trees. He sniffed the fronds one more to be safe and nodded. "Chervil. It's good for infected wounds. To be honest, I'd forgotten about it until Daydream came around and mentioned it. I've been using Burdock root. Burdock is quite a bit more potent, though. And it stings a little." Shinefang bit down on the base of one of the thick, twiggy frond and began to try and pull up to dislodge the root at well. "The root it also good for helping queens with kitting," he said through gritted teeth, straining to pull the root loose. The frond ripped with a sudden snap that nearly made Shinefang fall over backwards. Now only a small green stem remained sticking out of the earth. The old tom let the frond in his mouth fall to the ground with a sigh and padded up to the stem. He began scratching at the earth, trying to make the root easier to remove. "I wanna make sure I have this. There are some queens in the nursery that could kit any day now. Specklespring is pregnant with her third litter and she'll pop any day now," he said, chatting casually, as he tried to dig. Specklespring had been his third warrior apprentice and his late mate's sister. He knew that she'd successfully had kits before, and the old tom had picked up a few things while keeping his mate company in the nursery before the kits came. And... well, Grousestrar knew how that had ended. He was nervous about helping queens give birth. He was sure it would go smoother. He realized on some level that what had happened with his mate was a rare occurrence. But still...

[The Cannibal]

Shinefang didn't respond to Grousestar's polite comment about his many seasons. He didn't doubt it. He'd got to Starclan when he was good and ready and not before if he had anything to say about it. And they'd be in for a fight if they tried to take him before he was ready. And besides, now he was focused on scenting this herb. He sniffed the air ahead, as he watched the wind stir the blanket of leaves on the ground to see which way the wind was blowing, following the scent with his nose held high. "Around here somewhere," he muttered, looking around. "Ah! Here we are!" The golden-furred tom padded up to a fern-like plants growing in a cluster in a patch of sunlight between two younger-looking trees. He sniffed the fronds one more to be safe and nodded. "Chervil. It's good for infected wounds. To be honest, I'd forgotten about it until Daydream came around and mentioned it. I've been using Burdock root. Burdock is quite a bit more potent, though. And it stings a little." Shinefang bit down on the base of one of the thick, twiggy frond and began to try and pull up to dislodge the root at well. "The root it also good for helping queens with kitting," he said through gritted teeth, straining to pull the root loose. The frond ripped with a sudden snap that nearly made Shinefang fall over backwards. Now only a small green stem remained sticking out of the earth. The old tom let the frond in his mouth fall to the ground with a sigh and padded up to the stem. He began scratching at the earth, trying to make the root easier to remove. "I wanna make sure I have this. There are some queens in the nursery that could kit any day now. Specklespring is pregnant with her third litter and she'll pop any day now," he said, chatting casually, as he tried to dig. Specklespring had been his third warrior apprentice and his late mate's sister. He knew that she'd successfully had kits before, and the old tom had picked up a few things while keeping his mate company in the nursery before the kits came. And... well, Grousestrar knew how that had ended. He was nervous about helping queens give birth. He was sure it would go smoother. He realized on some level that what had happened with his mate was a rare occurrence. But still...
The leader was quietly glad that the medicine cat didn't respond to his comment about him having many seasons left, he wanted to move on from that subject quicker than anything. And by the grace of Starclan the change of subject came, focusing now on the herb that Shinefang had scented and told him about. It took him a moment to pick out the smell, but he was able to, doing his best to document it in his head so that if he needed the information later on, he could recall it. Though part of him was doubtful that he would remember it, there were many other things that he had to worry about as leader, the smell of a herb was unfortunately not high on his priority list. But he did appreciate the medicine cat teaching him about it, it was a kind gesture.
Turning his head, he tried to pinpoint the source of the relatively sweet smell, his tail flicking back and forth in thought but it was just so hard when other smells tried to grab his attention. Perhaps it was something that the medicine cat had gotten used to, looking for herbs. What did he say it looked like?
A.. Fern or something? Grousestar almost wanted to imagine it as a flower, since it did have a sweet smell, but another part of him argued that that's not what Shinefang told him it looked like. Luckily enough he didn't have to think about it for long because the older tom had already found it.
With a newfound smile, he quickly padded after Shinefang as he approached the fern-like plant. "Hm, well I suppose we're pretty lucky to have some in the territory! Hopefully we won't have to use it a whole lot, now that the Syndicate is truly gone." His tail flicked back and forth slowly as he watched the other tom struggle to pull the root up out of the ground. "Oh!
Well in that case, I do hope we use it a lot! It's always good to have more kits in the clan. And really? That's good news, I'm glad to hear it. Perhaps I could visit her sometime in the nursery after she's had her little ones; I do love seeing all the kits." Flicking his ear, something flickered in his mind as they were on the topic of queens and kits. He lost his mate and his kits.. He had heard it around the camp, though hadn't actually gotten all of the details. Glancing over, Grousestar didn't really think about what he was asking, or how it might hurt the other tom, he more or less blurted it out.
"Isn't it painful? To help the queens.. I mean surely, you must enjoy being able to help them bring new life into the clan, but does.. It still hurt?"
The leader blinked a bit after he said this before quickly going to correct himself.
"I apologize for being so blunt. If it's too much to answer, feel free to ignore what I asked."

[Charmer]

The leader was quietly glad that the medicine cat didn't respond to his comment about him having many seasons left, he wanted to move on from that subject quicker than anything. And by the grace of Starclan the change of subject came, focusing now on the herb that Shinefang had scented and told him about. It took him a moment to pick out the smell, but he was able to, doing his best to document it in his head so that if he needed the information later on, he could recall it. Though part of him was doubtful that he would remember it, there were many other things that he had to worry about as leader, the smell of a herb was unfortunately not high on his priority list. But he did appreciate the medicine cat teaching him about it, it was a kind gesture.
Turning his head, he tried to pinpoint the source of the relatively sweet smell, his tail flicking back and forth in thought but it was just so hard when other smells tried to grab his attention. Perhaps it was something that the medicine cat had gotten used to, looking for herbs. What did he say it looked like?
A.. Fern or something? Grousestar almost wanted to imagine it as a flower, since it did have a sweet smell, but another part of him argued that that's not what Shinefang told him it looked like. Luckily enough he didn't have to think about it for long because the older tom had already found it.
With a newfound smile, he quickly padded after Shinefang as he approached the fern-like plant. "Hm, well I suppose we're pretty lucky to have some in the territory! Hopefully we won't have to use it a whole lot, now that the Syndicate is truly gone." His tail flicked back and forth slowly as he watched the other tom struggle to pull the root up out of the ground. "Oh!
Well in that case, I do hope we use it a lot! It's always good to have more kits in the clan. And really? That's good news, I'm glad to hear it. Perhaps I could visit her sometime in the nursery after she's had her little ones; I do love seeing all the kits." Flicking his ear, something flickered in his mind as they were on the topic of queens and kits. He lost his mate and his kits.. He had heard it around the camp, though hadn't actually gotten all of the details. Glancing over, Grousestar didn't really think about what he was asking, or how it might hurt the other tom, he more or less blurted it out.
"Isn't it painful? To help the queens.. I mean surely, you must enjoy being able to help them bring new life into the clan, but does.. It still hurt?"
The leader blinked a bit after he said this before quickly going to correct himself.
"I apologize for being so blunt. If it's too much to answer, feel free to ignore what I asked."

Shinefang continued digging as Grousestar spoke. "You should. Just make sure no toms come to visit at the same time. Handsome young tom like you around their mates? They may get the wrong idea." Shinefang let out a mischievous chortle at his own off-color joke, then grabbed hold of the stem in his teeth again and pulled. This time the root came free, and he stumbled back as he struggled to keep his balance. He inspected the knobby root briefly and nodded. "That's a good one," he muttered to himself. He'd heard Groustar's question, but didn't answer right away. He didn't turn and look at the leader. When he had given the root a lengthy inspection, he stood straight and stared into the distance. "I just don't want to see it happen to another queen... to another father. I remember some things from when Slatepelt was in the nursery... before she kitted. But I want... need to learn more." The tom turned around and glanced briefly at the young, brown tabby. His remaining orange eye was clouded with grief. "I missed her everyday." Shinefang had always felt like a little part of himself had died that day. For the longest time, part of him wished the rest had too. But he'd survived. He'd moved forward, and he'd become an outstanding warrior. He'd made a good life for himself. But he'd have traded it all for just one more day with Slatepelt. The tom stood up at last. "We ought to keep moving," when he looked at Grousestar, the grief was gone again, shoved into the darkest corner of his being where anger and hatred for the cats he blamed for her death festered and infected him for years until it had become a part of him. Now he just looked like the driven warrior-turned-medicine cat again. "We'll collect the root on the way back."

[The Cannibal]

Shinefang continued digging as Grousestar spoke. "You should. Just make sure no toms come to visit at the same time. Handsome young tom like you around their mates? They may get the wrong idea." Shinefang let out a mischievous chortle at his own off-color joke, then grabbed hold of the stem in his teeth again and pulled. This time the root came free, and he stumbled back as he struggled to keep his balance. He inspected the knobby root briefly and nodded. "That's a good one," he muttered to himself. He'd heard Groustar's question, but didn't answer right away. He didn't turn and look at the leader. When he had given the root a lengthy inspection, he stood straight and stared into the distance. "I just don't want to see it happen to another queen... to another father. I remember some things from when Slatepelt was in the nursery... before she kitted. But I want... need to learn more." The tom turned around and glanced briefly at the young, brown tabby. His remaining orange eye was clouded with grief. "I missed her everyday." Shinefang had always felt like a little part of himself had died that day. For the longest time, part of him wished the rest had too. But he'd survived. He'd moved forward, and he'd become an outstanding warrior. He'd made a good life for himself. But he'd have traded it all for just one more day with Slatepelt. The tom stood up at last. "We ought to keep moving," when he looked at Grousestar, the grief was gone again, shoved into the darkest corner of his being where anger and hatred for the cats he blamed for her death festered and infected him for years until it had become a part of him. Now he just looked like the driven warrior-turned-medicine cat again. "We'll collect the root on the way back."
At the joke, the leader chuckled out and shook his head lightly. "I'm not sure if handsome would be the best word to describe me, I appreciate the compliment however, they'd likely more or less see me as annoying! I know I've heard that one plenty of times." Watching the medicine cat continue to struggle with the root, he halfway wondered why he hadn't offered his help yet. But by the time he was getting ready to offer it, he had pulled it out of the ground himself. Always getting lost in conversation aren't you? His mind teased, causing him to roll his eyes with a small laugh to himself; which might have seemed a bit odd considering there had been no conversational ques to elicit such a reaction. But then it disappeared as he was brought back into the conversation, muting himself so that he could hear Shinefang properly. His eyes glanced over with a gentle look, ready to look away if the medicine seemed uncomfortable under his gaze. Slowly his head would nod and he would glance at the ground. While he couldn't relate to that pain, for even Grousestar hardly knew what love was, he understood what the older tom meant by needing to know more so that he could try to prevent this from happening to any other cat.
"Right!" Eager to move away from the pain he had caused, he mentally cursed himself from bringing it up in the first place. "So that was chervil. What other little plants are you on the hunt for today? Or are you just going around seeing what you can find?" He mentally marked the location where they were leaving the root, something he was actually pretty decent now; the leader was beginning to know this territory like the back of his paw, especially considering he was out walking and hunting in it almost every day.

[Charmer]

At the joke, the leader chuckled out and shook his head lightly. "I'm not sure if handsome would be the best word to describe me, I appreciate the compliment however, they'd likely more or less see me as annoying! I know I've heard that one plenty of times." Watching the medicine cat continue to struggle with the root, he halfway wondered why he hadn't offered his help yet. But by the time he was getting ready to offer it, he had pulled it out of the ground himself. Always getting lost in conversation aren't you? His mind teased, causing him to roll his eyes with a small laugh to himself; which might have seemed a bit odd considering there had been no conversational ques to elicit such a reaction. But then it disappeared as he was brought back into the conversation, muting himself so that he could hear Shinefang properly. His eyes glanced over with a gentle look, ready to look away if the medicine seemed uncomfortable under his gaze. Slowly his head would nod and he would glance at the ground. While he couldn't relate to that pain, for even Grousestar hardly knew what love was, he understood what the older tom meant by needing to know more so that he could try to prevent this from happening to any other cat.
"Right!" Eager to move away from the pain he had caused, he mentally cursed himself from bringing it up in the first place. "So that was chervil. What other little plants are you on the hunt for today? Or are you just going around seeing what you can find?" He mentally marked the location where they were leaving the root, something he was actually pretty decent now; the leader was beginning to know this territory like the back of his paw, especially considering he was out walking and hunting in it almost every day.

"Bit of both," Shinefang said as he padded on. "A few herbs I noticed here and there while out hunting or patrolling, but I didn't exactly commit their location to memory unless I knew what they were. And besides, now that I'm able to look at what Ebonyfrost left behind in her den, I know what she kept in her stores. I may not know how to use all of it, but I at least know what it looks and smells like now. But I am wondering about one plant in particular: I only know of one catmint plant in the territory. But it was dangerously close to the Dusk Syndicate border. And it was a scrawny plant at that. But we'll need catmint for leafbare. If there isn't enough, I may need to go with some warriors to twoleg place. It sometimes grows in their gardens." That would not be the first time Shinefang had gone on such a journey. When he was an apprentice an his mother was deathly ill with the greencough, he had blatantly disobeyed his mentor and left camp in the middle of a blizzard to find more. He had found the precious herb, but the journey had cost him his right eye when he got cornered and attacked by a kittypet. And in the end, he hadn't made it back in time to save his mother. "Hopefully it'll go better than last time. I'm running out of eyes," he said chuckling. Shinefang paused to give the air a sniff, but noticing nothing of note, he kept talking. "How is leadership treating you, Grousestar?"

[The Cannibal]

"Bit of both," Shinefang said as he padded on. "A few herbs I noticed here and there while out hunting or patrolling, but I didn't exactly commit their location to memory unless I knew what they were. And besides, now that I'm able to look at what Ebonyfrost left behind in her den, I know what she kept in her stores. I may not know how to use all of it, but I at least know what it looks and smells like now. But I am wondering about one plant in particular: I only know of one catmint plant in the territory. But it was dangerously close to the Dusk Syndicate border. And it was a scrawny plant at that. But we'll need catmint for leafbare. If there isn't enough, I may need to go with some warriors to twoleg place. It sometimes grows in their gardens." That would not be the first time Shinefang had gone on such a journey. When he was an apprentice an his mother was deathly ill with the greencough, he had blatantly disobeyed his mentor and left camp in the middle of a blizzard to find more. He had found the precious herb, but the journey had cost him his right eye when he got cornered and attacked by a kittypet. And in the end, he hadn't made it back in time to save his mother. "Hopefully it'll go better than last time. I'm running out of eyes," he said chuckling. Shinefang paused to give the air a sniff, but noticing nothing of note, he kept talking. "How is leadership treating you, Grousestar?"
"Well then that's a good start I suppose! And I'm sure with Daydream helping you out, you'll be able to know those plants pretty well." Curling the tip of his tail in the air, he'd continue to listen to what Shinefang had to say before he caught something that intrigued him. Looking over as them medicine cat mentioned catmint 'dangerously close' to the Syndicate border and then going on to saying that he would have to travel all the way to twoleg place to get some more. It was a dangerous and long trek to get to the twoleg place, and Grousestar didn't like the thought of his new medicine cat, even if he was previously a warrior, traveling all that way, even with a patrol. It was just not a risk he wanted to take. "You know Shine, if you don't mind me calling you that... I do think it would be safe for you to go into the former Syndicate's territory by now. Actually, I think that would be a fantastic idea to try and salvage the herbs they have left behind because surely they must have had some sort of healers in their group. Maybe you'll be able to get catmint more safely there than having to travel all the way to twoleg place." Ever since that battle at the gathering, when they did completely destroy the Syndicate and left it's remains to scatter completely, his mind has been on that vacant territory. Skyclan could use the extra land for its herbs, and even its prey. Maybe he should send a few hunting patrols out to test the waters...
Blinking out of his thoughts as Shinefang started talking again, he'd look over just as the medicine cat was chuckling, having missed what he said but chuckling along with him as if he had heard.
"Oh hm. It's fine, most of the time, though I do worry sometimes about my decision making. There's a lot more pressure with it when a whole clan is resting on your shoulders." He said with what might have been made out as a wince, but he was looking away so it would be hard to really tell what the look had been.

[Charmer]

"Well then that's a good start I suppose! And I'm sure with Daydream helping you out, you'll be able to know those plants pretty well." Curling the tip of his tail in the air, he'd continue to listen to what Shinefang had to say before he caught something that intrigued him. Looking over as them medicine cat mentioned catmint 'dangerously close' to the Syndicate border and then going on to saying that he would have to travel all the way to twoleg place to get some more. It was a dangerous and long trek to get to the twoleg place, and Grousestar didn't like the thought of his new medicine cat, even if he was previously a warrior, traveling all that way, even with a patrol. It was just not a risk he wanted to take. "You know Shine, if you don't mind me calling you that... I do think it would be safe for you to go into the former Syndicate's territory by now. Actually, I think that would be a fantastic idea to try and salvage the herbs they have left behind because surely they must have had some sort of healers in their group. Maybe you'll be able to get catmint more safely there than having to travel all the way to twoleg place." Ever since that battle at the gathering, when they did completely destroy the Syndicate and left it's remains to scatter completely, his mind has been on that vacant territory. Skyclan could use the extra land for its herbs, and even its prey. Maybe he should send a few hunting patrols out to test the waters...
Blinking out of his thoughts as Shinefang started talking again, he'd look over just as the medicine cat was chuckling, having missed what he said but chuckling along with him as if he had heard.
"Oh hm. It's fine, most of the time, though I do worry sometimes about my decision making. There's a lot more pressure with it when a whole clan is resting on your shoulders." He said with what might have been made out as a wince, but he was looking away so it would be hard to really tell what the look had been.

"That's the hope," he said, nodding at Grousestar's optimism. It seemed like the leader was hardly phased by the problem Shinefang's subpar knowledge presented. He had at most two moons to prepare for the cold and harsh weather that could bring white couch and green cough to the clan. It very well might not be enough, and Acornpaw would not be the last cat he lost before newleaf. Grousestar was either abnormally resilient in the face of adversity or too foolish to realize just how deep the foxdung that Skyclan had stepped in really was. He couldn't even say it was necessarily one or the other, but one thing he knew is that he had faith in Grousestar as a leader. He had followed him here from their old territory for good reason: the brown tabby may have be naive, but he was sensible and he cared for his clan well. Shinefang had nothing but respect for any cat who cared for his clan the way he believed it deserved to be cared for. Even so, it surprised him when the tom called him, 'Shine'. "Shinefang if you don't mind. Only the shecats can call me Shine." He played it off, like a joke, but the truth was the only two cats had ever called him Shine, his mate and his mother. Grousestar was neither.

The old tom listened intently as Grousestar suggested traveling to Dusk syndicate territory in search of herbs. He was so surprised to hear the suggestion that he actually stopped to look at Grousestar's face. Was he serious? It was a bold move if so. There may well have been herbs left over in whatever the Syndicate had that passed for a camp, but what intrigued Shinefang the most about this idea was that with their territory now unclaimed, this expedition the leader was proposing could be the first pawstep toward widening the territory. This was another thing he liked about Grousestar, the younger cat was more cunning than he let on, and full of surprises. "Hmmm. I think there's some real potential there. exploring the Dusk Syndicate territory nearly doubles the possible places to find herbs. I doubt any healers the Syndicate knew as much as a trained medicine cat about herbs and how to use them. There may be herbs that are untouched entirely! There may be herbs that don't grow in Skyclan territory at all!" The more Shinefang spoke, the more excited about the prospect he became, until his tail was raised and twitching, and his scarred face brandished a grin that looked like a grimace. "Yes! Excellent plan! But I think should still take a patrol in that case. Just because the Syndicate disbanded doesn't mean there are no bad-tempered, former members lingering in the shadows. As much as I hate to admit it, I can't fight like I used to if I run into trouble." It hurt to admit, but it was true. The old warrior was past his prime. And he couldn't risk his life foolishly now. His clan needed him. At the statement about the pressure of leadership, Shinefang nodded. "There was a time when I was young and foolish, when I thought about what a nice ring 'Shinestar' had to it. But power is a heavy burden, and I don't envy you now. Many lives rest on the decisions the leaders make in times like this. Thankfully, Skyclan is lucky enough to have a leader with a decent mind. Not like those mousebrains leading Windclan and Thunderclan." The medicine cat's teeth curled in a momentary snarl as he shook his head. "Challenging another clan to war so soon before leafbare. Blazingstar has a funny way of avenging his starved warriors: killing more of them."

[The Cannibal]

"That's the hope," he said, nodding at Grousestar's optimism. It seemed like the leader was hardly phased by the problem Shinefang's subpar knowledge presented. He had at most two moons to prepare for the cold and harsh weather that could bring white couch and green cough to the clan. It very well might not be enough, and Acornpaw would not be the last cat he lost before newleaf. Grousestar was either abnormally resilient in the face of adversity or too foolish to realize just how deep the foxdung that Skyclan had stepped in really was. He couldn't even say it was necessarily one or the other, but one thing he knew is that he had faith in Grousestar as a leader. He had followed him here from their old territory for good reason: the brown tabby may have be naive, but he was sensible and he cared for his clan well. Shinefang had nothing but respect for any cat who cared for his clan the way he believed it deserved to be cared for. Even so, it surprised him when the tom called him, 'Shine'. "Shinefang if you don't mind. Only the shecats can call me Shine." He played it off, like a joke, but the truth was the only two cats had ever called him Shine, his mate and his mother. Grousestar was neither.

The old tom listened intently as Grousestar suggested traveling to Dusk syndicate territory in search of herbs. He was so surprised to hear the suggestion that he actually stopped to look at Grousestar's face. Was he serious? It was a bold move if so. There may well have been herbs left over in whatever the Syndicate had that passed for a camp, but what intrigued Shinefang the most about this idea was that with their territory now unclaimed, this expedition the leader was proposing could be the first pawstep toward widening the territory. This was another thing he liked about Grousestar, the younger cat was more cunning than he let on, and full of surprises. "Hmmm. I think there's some real potential there. exploring the Dusk Syndicate territory nearly doubles the possible places to find herbs. I doubt any healers the Syndicate knew as much as a trained medicine cat about herbs and how to use them. There may be herbs that are untouched entirely! There may be herbs that don't grow in Skyclan territory at all!" The more Shinefang spoke, the more excited about the prospect he became, until his tail was raised and twitching, and his scarred face brandished a grin that looked like a grimace. "Yes! Excellent plan! But I think should still take a patrol in that case. Just because the Syndicate disbanded doesn't mean there are no bad-tempered, former members lingering in the shadows. As much as I hate to admit it, I can't fight like I used to if I run into trouble." It hurt to admit, but it was true. The old warrior was past his prime. And he couldn't risk his life foolishly now. His clan needed him. At the statement about the pressure of leadership, Shinefang nodded. "There was a time when I was young and foolish, when I thought about what a nice ring 'Shinestar' had to it. But power is a heavy burden, and I don't envy you now. Many lives rest on the decisions the leaders make in times like this. Thankfully, Skyclan is lucky enough to have a leader with a decent mind. Not like those mousebrains leading Windclan and Thunderclan." The medicine cat's teeth curled in a momentary snarl as he shook his head. "Challenging another clan to war so soon before leafbare. Blazingstar has a funny way of avenging his starved warriors: killing more of them."
Grousestar knew fully well the problems that the medicine cat phased, with them only having some knowledge on herbs, less than a fully blown medicine cat should have. But he also knew that Shinefang was the only one they had to rely on. Ebonyfrost hadn't taken up an apprentice in her time as medicine cat; there was no one in the camp fully trained in the ways of a medicine cat. So he knew that it would be useless, even detrimental, if he gave anything but hope for the medicine cat. If he made Shinefang truly feel subpar, like he wasn't doing the best he could, then he wouldn't perform as well, and may even give up on the duties leaving them in an even worse predicament than before. So yes, he would seem naive, maybe even stupid for not outright acknowledging that Shinefang had subpar knowledge in the area of herbs. But he would take that over possibly jeopardizing the medicine cat's decision to stay and medicine cat. Grousestar would never let any other cat know his way of thinking, he would let them remain thinking that he was a naive tom with his head in the cloud full of optimism and cheer because that's what kept cats happy, that's what gave him his charisma. But the second he revealed his true thinking, the way cats looked at him would change. He didn't need that right now. He needed them to remain believing that he was nothing but a ball of cheer and fun.

As Shinefang stopped, so too did the leader, looking over to look at him in the eyes, reading the surprise there but not saying anything, waiting to see what the other tom would say first. He knew there were still dangers to watch out for in the former Syndicate territory, and he knew it was a really bold move to try and make a move on the territory so soon after their dismantlement. But he believed it would greatly benefit Skyclan in the end, especially with the harshest season to come looming so near. And it also occurred to him that the other clans likely wouldn't try to claim the territory, they would have to travel a bit of a ways just to get to it and he just couldn't see them doing that in order to get prey or territory in general. Not only that, but two of them seemed to be distracted in a feud anyways, they wouldn't be paying attention.
When the medicine cat finally did speak, the leader smiled brightly, the older tom voicing his thoughts exactly. Nodding his head but not interrupted the excited spewing of Shinefang, Grousestar couldn't help but chuckle. Quietly glad that the other tom agreed his idea was a good one, and could be very beneficial. If Shinefang had doubted him, he would find doubt in his own plan as well. Shinefang was a wise cat, he had many moons under his belt, so his opinion mattered greatly to Grousestar, just the same as Auroraflame's.
"Oh most certainly, I wasn't planning on sending you out there alone especially with the possibility of some of their members remaining in their old territory. When we get back to camp, I'll organize a patrol and we can head out as soon as your ready." There was the seriousness he tried not to show too often, but he figured that Shinefang should know that he could be serious at times.
Then a light smile began to show on his muzzle again as the conversation shifted slightly to Shinefang's original question. "Yes, when I was younger I used to play with-" My younger brother.. "-other kits in the nursery, acting like the deputy, or the leader at times. I never imagined I would actually take the role. And it's not as exciting and fun like I thought it would be when I was a kit. It's a hard job that others don't quite realize. I appreciate the kind words." Glancing over as the other tom mentioned Windclan and Thunderclan, all he could do was sigh and shake his head. "It is rather foolish of them to try and go to war so soon to leaf-bare. I only hope the casualties on both sides are minimal, but I don't think stepping in to help either side will be beneficial to us. It'll only end up getting Skyclan cat's killed, and for no good reason."

[Charmer]

Grousestar knew fully well the problems that the medicine cat phased, with them only having some knowledge on herbs, less than a fully blown medicine cat should have. But he also knew that Shinefang was the only one they had to rely on. Ebonyfrost hadn't taken up an apprentice in her time as medicine cat; there was no one in the camp fully trained in the ways of a medicine cat. So he knew that it would be useless, even detrimental, if he gave anything but hope for the medicine cat. If he made Shinefang truly feel subpar, like he wasn't doing the best he could, then he wouldn't perform as well, and may even give up on the duties leaving them in an even worse predicament than before. So yes, he would seem naive, maybe even stupid for not outright acknowledging that Shinefang had subpar knowledge in the area of herbs. But he would take that over possibly jeopardizing the medicine cat's decision to stay and medicine cat. Grousestar would never let any other cat know his way of thinking, he would let them remain thinking that he was a naive tom with his head in the cloud full of optimism and cheer because that's what kept cats happy, that's what gave him his charisma. But the second he revealed his true thinking, the way cats looked at him would change. He didn't need that right now. He needed them to remain believing that he was nothing but a ball of cheer and fun.

As Shinefang stopped, so too did the leader, looking over to look at him in the eyes, reading the surprise there but not saying anything, waiting to see what the other tom would say first. He knew there were still dangers to watch out for in the former Syndicate territory, and he knew it was a really bold move to try and make a move on the territory so soon after their dismantlement. But he believed it would greatly benefit Skyclan in the end, especially with the harshest season to come looming so near. And it also occurred to him that the other clans likely wouldn't try to claim the territory, they would have to travel a bit of a ways just to get to it and he just couldn't see them doing that in order to get prey or territory in general. Not only that, but two of them seemed to be distracted in a feud anyways, they wouldn't be paying attention.
When the medicine cat finally did speak, the leader smiled brightly, the older tom voicing his thoughts exactly. Nodding his head but not interrupted the excited spewing of Shinefang, Grousestar couldn't help but chuckle. Quietly glad that the other tom agreed his idea was a good one, and could be very beneficial. If Shinefang had doubted him, he would find doubt in his own plan as well. Shinefang was a wise cat, he had many moons under his belt, so his opinion mattered greatly to Grousestar, just the same as Auroraflame's.
"Oh most certainly, I wasn't planning on sending you out there alone especially with the possibility of some of their members remaining in their old territory. When we get back to camp, I'll organize a patrol and we can head out as soon as your ready." There was the seriousness he tried not to show too often, but he figured that Shinefang should know that he could be serious at times.
Then a light smile began to show on his muzzle again as the conversation shifted slightly to Shinefang's original question. "Yes, when I was younger I used to play with-" My younger brother.. "-other kits in the nursery, acting like the deputy, or the leader at times. I never imagined I would actually take the role. And it's not as exciting and fun like I thought it would be when I was a kit. It's a hard job that others don't quite realize. I appreciate the kind words." Glancing over as the other tom mentioned Windclan and Thunderclan, all he could do was sigh and shake his head. "It is rather foolish of them to try and go to war so soon to leaf-bare. I only hope the casualties on both sides are minimal, but I don't think stepping in to help either side will be beneficial to us. It'll only end up getting Skyclan cat's killed, and for no good reason."

"Good. Good." Shinefang's reply was distant as the old tom's mind raced with the possibilities of the expedition. Reclaiming any gathered herbs, harvesting herbs they had never had access to, the possibility of more land on which the warrior's and apprentices could hunt and feed the clan. If this worked, Skyclan could become greater and stronger than ever before. And even if the other clans objected, what could they do? The territory was too far off for them to defend. The thought unfurled just as suddenly as he realized he shouldn't be thinking like that. Medicine cats were supposed to be above all the clan rivalries and focus on the greater picture, and show loyalty to the twinkly foxhearts. He may have understood the reasoning for it, but it didn't make him love Skyclan any less. If Starclan really had an issue with that, then they should have picked a different cat. The fact that he was no longer a warrior didn't matter. He had sworn to defend his clan at the cost of his life, and he would continue to do so.

As Grousestar spoke about his days as an eager kit, playing leader and deputy Shinefang listened quietly. Sometimes it was hard to imagine the same kit who had been shaken by the loss of his brother had grown up to be the happy and confident cat he saw before him. What had happened to the leader's brother had been tragic. The medicine cat briefly wondered if his leader ever thought about whether his brother would be proud of him. Next time I have a dream, I'll have to see if Grousestar's brother would care to leave a message with me. Shinefang didn't doubt the kit was dead. It was a harsh world out there for a young cat. He ought to know. He didn't say anything about this though. Grousestar never spoke about his brother, but if Shinefang knew anything, it was that when you lost someone precious to you, they were never far from your mind. And if the loss was absent for the moment, why cut short the reprieve? "I don't speak kindly. I speak candidly. If I thought you were making bad decisions, you'd know. If Blazingstar and Snowstar were right here with us my opinion would be no differnt. I'd tell them what mousebrains they were being to their faces. You're right to keep Skyclan out of that foolishness." Shinefang rarely saw the need to filter his thoughts. His younger days of stressing and fretting about other cat's opinions were long gone. At his age, it just didn't seem important. It was by far, his favorite part of growing old. "Shall we continue on this hunt in the mean time?" he asked, wondering if the leader would prefer to put together that patrol sooner rather than later. "We could finish up in the territory today and set off for Dusk Syndicate territory first thing," he supposed thinking out loud. "It'll give us the full day to explore."

[Merlin77]

(I'm not sure if I'm allowed to just jump in with my character... Please correct me if I make any mistakes)

Snakestripe purred in delight as a flock of birds darted from tree to tree. Oh, how she wished to follow them. The weather was fine, the area was still and quiet and she felt like she could fly.

But she couldn't; this was SkyClan territory, and if she made too big of a ruckus, she would be caught. Ever since she'd left ThunderClan, Snakestripe had been looking for someplace to live. Making a good impression on SkyClan would be her first step. To do so, she planned to sneak to the camp and announce herself, rather than being found and dragged to the camp for humiliation.

Her ears pricked as the sounds of felines came from nearby. Hide!, she yelled at herself, and dived inside a hollow space under a tree root.

I've got to be quiet.

[RedHead]

Moving one paw gently in front of the other along the tree branch, the dark brown tom kept his eyes focused on the magpie pecking at the tree bark in front of him. Hidden by his pelt and the dappled leaves, Dredgecoat paused for a moment, slowly unsheathing his claws as to not make any noise along the bark. He had reached as far as he could go on the thinning branch, and he was prepared to make the leap to catch the bird.

Never leap towards the edge of a branch. you'll fall.

Dredge's mentor's words entered his ears, and the tom paused for a moment. But he ignored his memory warning, leaned back slightly, and leaped.
He sailed straight towards the black bird, landing squarely on top of it, killing it instantly with his claws. He hung onto the branch as it swung up and down a bit, but then slowed to a stop. "Ha, take that!" He meowed triumphantly, picking up the bird in his maw, and turning to pad back towards the trunk. All of the sudden there was a crack, and Dredgecoat felt the branch jerk underneath him. "Great Starclan." He mumbled, and ran as far along the branch as he could, before leaping for the trunk as it fell, the bird still clamped firmly between his jaws. Lucky as always, Dredgecoat was able to dig his forepaws into the bark of the trunk, and hung on, latching his hind-claws onto the bark as well to hold himself firmly there. The tomcat then slid to the ground, landing gently on the soft grass below the tree.

Dropping the bird, Dredgecoat looked up to the canopy, spotting the sky weakly shining between the leaves. "Ha, Ha, Ha! Take that now! You ain't getting me today Starclan!" Shaking out his pelt, Dredgecoat picked up his bird once again and turned to start heading towards a new area to hunt. His ruckus had probably driven away every last bit of prey in the area. The tom always constantly felt like him and Starclan were at a "war" against each other, with how many near death experiences the tom had had. But he always seemed to get through them no matter what. He was a beat-up but astonishingly handsome tomcat, ready to take on everything that life decided to throw at him.

Beau

[dionysus]

Moving one paw gently in front of the other along the tree branch, the dark brown tom kept his eyes focused on the magpie pecking at the tree bark in front of him. Hidden by his pelt and the dappled leaves, Dredgecoat paused for a moment, slowly unsheathing his claws as to not make any noise along the bark. He had reached as far as he could go on the thinning branch, and he was prepared to make the leap to catch the bird.

Never leap towards the edge of a branch. you'll fall.

Dredge's mentor's words entered his ears, and the tom paused for a moment. But he ignored his memory warning, leaned back slightly, and leaped.
He sailed straight towards the black bird, landing squarely on top of it, killing it instantly with his claws. He hung onto the branch as it swung up and down a bit, but then slowed to a stop. "Ha, take that!" He meowed triumphantly, picking up the bird in his maw, and turning to pad back towards the trunk. All of the sudden there was a crack, and Dredgecoat felt the branch jerk underneath him. "Great Starclan." He mumbled, and ran as far along the branch as he could, before leaping for the trunk as it fell, the bird still clamped firmly between his jaws. Lucky as always, Dredgecoat was able to dig his forepaws into the bark of the trunk, and hung on, latching his hind-claws onto the bark as well to hold himself firmly there. The tomcat then slid to the ground, landing gently on the soft grass below the tree.

Dropping the bird, Dredgecoat looked up to the canopy, spotting the sky weakly shining between the leaves. "Ha, Ha, Ha! Take that now! You ain't getting me today Starclan!" Shaking out his pelt, Dredgecoat picked up his bird once again and turned to start heading towards a new area to hunt. His ruckus had probably driven away every last bit of prey in the area. The tom always constantly felt like him and Starclan were at a "war" against each other, with how many near death experiences the tom had had. But he always seemed to get through them no matter what. He was a beat-up but astonishingly handsome tomcat, ready to take on everything that life decided to throw at him.

Beau

A warm breeze rustled the leaves as a large, dark brown tom stalked through the forest. The same breeze tugged deliciously at his fur and filled his lungs with temperate air, perfumed ever so slightly with a lovely floral scent that must have been carried from the distance. Warrenflight hummed contentedly as he drifted along the lush green carpet of the forest, occasionally moving his paws in odd ways to step directly in the shadows cast by the canopy above. Another scent flew along on wings of wind: Dredgecoat. Warrenflight’s already chipper mood only elevated higher at the prospect of spending time with his brother. It had seemed to him like he hadn’t had a minute to talk to anyone since the kits were born, but he had taken this walk for the express purpose of some time away. Not that he didn’t love his family immensely, but he needed some time to breath. His brother, however, was a welcome diversion and he followed the scent trail to a tree like every other. The slightest rustling in a nearby tree caught Warrenflight’s attention and he noticed a magpie. If the bird was in that tree then Dredgecoat would have to be....Ah! There he was. Warrenflight knee his brother well enough to pinpoint his exact location on the nearby tree. Amused, Warrenflight sat down and raised a paw to his muzzle, giving it a lick. His green eyes were upturned and focused on Dredgecoat as the other tom hesitated and leapt. Any other cat might have been worried, but Warrenflight was well accustomed to Dredgecoat’s antics. They were once his own antics too. He watched every movement with amused eyes, his face only turning worried when Dredgecoat almost fell. However, the tom saved himself and made his way down the tree. Warrenflight stood and moved closer, waiting for Dredgecoat to finish speaking to Starclan before piping up in a deep, warm voice, “You really should be more careful, Dredge. It won’t be Starclan’s fault when you fall and break your neck.”

[RedHead]

A warm breeze rustled the leaves as a large, dark brown tom stalked through the forest. The same breeze tugged deliciously at his fur and filled his lungs with temperate air, perfumed ever so slightly with a lovely floral scent that must have been carried from the distance. Warrenflight hummed contentedly as he drifted along the lush green carpet of the forest, occasionally moving his paws in odd ways to step directly in the shadows cast by the canopy above. Another scent flew along on wings of wind: Dredgecoat. Warrenflight’s already chipper mood only elevated higher at the prospect of spending time with his brother. It had seemed to him like he hadn’t had a minute to talk to anyone since the kits were born, but he had taken this walk for the express purpose of some time away. Not that he didn’t love his family immensely, but he needed some time to breath. His brother, however, was a welcome diversion and he followed the scent trail to a tree like every other. The slightest rustling in a nearby tree caught Warrenflight’s attention and he noticed a magpie. If the bird was in that tree then Dredgecoat would have to be....Ah! There he was. Warrenflight knee his brother well enough to pinpoint his exact location on the nearby tree. Amused, Warrenflight sat down and raised a paw to his muzzle, giving it a lick. His green eyes were upturned and focused on Dredgecoat as the other tom hesitated and leapt. Any other cat might have been worried, but Warrenflight was well accustomed to Dredgecoat’s antics. They were once his own antics too. He watched every movement with amused eyes, his face only turning worried when Dredgecoat almost fell. However, the tom saved himself and made his way down the tree. Warrenflight stood and moved closer, waiting for Dredgecoat to finish speaking to Starclan before piping up in a deep, warm voice, “You really should be more careful, Dredge. It won’t be Starclan’s fault when you fall and break your neck.”


Dredgecoat's ears flicked up as he heard a voice, recognizing it immediately as his brother's. "Pffttt... I'm not going to break my neck Warren. Don't you know I'm smarter than that?" The brown tom meowed with amusement, turning around to face his brother. The two brown tomcats were both very much alike in appearance, with thick, fluffy fur and a large muscular stature. Warrenflight had a white chest though, while Dredgecoat was pretty much all brown, his coat swirled with many shades of the color. Flicking his fluffy tail, Dredgecoat stepped towards his brother and nudged his shoulder, letting out a purr. "Besides, I'm being more careful now, remember? Your kits aren't going to be able to survive without their awesome uncle!" The tomcat knew that his brother wasn't so... accepting of the fact that Dredgecoat hadn't "grown up." The dark-furred tom was still pretty much a kit, always getting into trouble and taking risks. His parents had told him he needed to learn some responsibility. The way Warrenflight had learned it was gaining a mate. And Dredgecoat was afraid that his parents might try and make him get a mate. He didn't want a mate, at least not for a long time. He was still young, and besides, if he had a mate, then how would he be able to have fun all the time? Dredgecoat loved fun.

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Empress Of Evil

Blazepaw kept his head up as he walked through the territory, keeping a steady pace as to not lose his mentor. It was his first time going out of camp, and the young tom was more than excited. He was absolutely exhilarated to be out of the stuffy, crowded camp and out where the real warriors are. The tomcat still wanted to be respectful to Auroraflame though. Of course, he didn't care that she was deputy, he treated every single cat the same way. So she would get the treatment he gave any other cats. And upon first meeting another cat, Blazepaw was usually respectful, but of course, his temper and energy was always boiling beneath the surface, just below his striking ginger fur. Flicking his tail, the tomcat leaped up onto a fallen log, his muscles moving beneath his medium-length pelt. For a new apprentice, Blazepaw was already quite large. But, taking in his father's genes, the apprentice had always been larger than average. He was much larger than his two sisters, who were more on the petite side of things. Casting his olive green eyes behind him, the tom tried to spot his black-furred mentor, who was probably a bit behind him at this point. Blazepaw hadn't realized that he had probably sped up in his excitement to hop up onto the large log. While he waited for his mentor, he started to pace back and forth along the log, trying to control his energy and excitement that was just ready to pop out of him.

[dionysus]

Dredgecoat's ears flicked up as he heard a voice, recognizing it immediately as his brother's. "Pffttt... I'm not going to break my neck Warren. Don't you know I'm smarter than that?" The brown tom meowed with amusement, turning around to face his brother. The two brown tomcats were both very much alike in appearance, with thick, fluffy fur and a large muscular stature. Warrenflight had a white chest though, while Dredgecoat was pretty much all brown, his coat swirled with many shades of the color. Flicking his fluffy tail, Dredgecoat stepped towards his brother and nudged his shoulder, letting out a purr. "Besides, I'm being more careful now, remember? Your kits aren't going to be able to survive without their awesome uncle!" The tomcat knew that his brother wasn't so... accepting of the fact that Dredgecoat hadn't "grown up." The dark-furred tom was still pretty much a kit, always getting into trouble and taking risks. His parents had told him he needed to learn some responsibility. The way Warrenflight had learned it was gaining a mate. And Dredgecoat was afraid that his parents might try and make him get a mate. He didn't want a mate, at least not for a long time. He was still young, and besides, if he had a mate, then how would he be able to have fun all the time? Dredgecoat loved fun.


Warrenflight's eyes glittered with amusement as he listened to Dredgecoat before grunting teasingly, "I'm not so sure." The large tom remained sitting as his brother turned to face him, reminding him of a reflection in a pool. No cat could doubt that the two were brothers. Even with their differences, they resembled each other closely. However, some might have assumed they were from different litters. Kits had given Warrenflight a mature, fatherly edge while Dredgecoat retained his young, kitlike persona. Not that that was a bad thing...in moderation. Truthfully, Warrenflight found his brothers antics amusing, only...now that amusement was peppered with worry. The love he felt for his kits led to a fear of them being injured. Now, that feeling stretched to Dredgecoat, whether the other tom liked it or not. Warrenflight didn't know what he'd do without his brother and best friend. The maine coon was pulled from his dark thoughts as Dredgecoat nudged his shoulder. Shedding the darkness from his eyes, Warren laughed and answered, "You better not get them into any trouble. I'll have to warn them about you." Warrenflight didn't doubt that Dredgecoat would get his kits into trouble, he only worried that he would get them into danger. Oh well, He thought, I'll climb that tree when I get there. The kits were still young, too young to leave the nursery in Warrenflight's mind. There was no way Dredgecoat could get them into too much trouble yet. "Speaking of them," Warrenflight said semi-absentmindedly, "why don't you come visit them?" His eyes became more focused with that suggestion and he moved closer to Dredgecoat. "I'm sure they'd love a visit from their cool uncle Dredgey." His voice was teasing and amused as he spoke, before laughing out loud.

[Empress Of Evil]

Empress Of Evil

Blazepaw kept his head up as he walked through the territory, keeping a steady pace as to not lose his mentor. It was his first time going out of camp, and the young tom was more than excited. He was absolutely exhilarated to be out of the stuffy, crowded camp and out where the real warriors are. The tomcat still wanted to be respectful to Auroraflame though. Of course, he didn't care that she was deputy, he treated every single cat the same way. So she would get the treatment he gave any other cats. And upon first meeting another cat, Blazepaw was usually respectful, but of course, his temper and energy was always boiling beneath the surface, just below his striking ginger fur. Flicking his tail, the tomcat leaped up onto a fallen log, his muscles moving beneath his medium-length pelt. For a new apprentice, Blazepaw was already quite large. But, taking in his father's genes, the apprentice had always been larger than average. He was much larger than his two sisters, who were more on the petite side of things. Casting his olive green eyes behind him, the tom tried to spot his black-furred mentor, who was probably a bit behind him at this point. Blazepaw hadn't realized that he had probably sped up in his excitement to hop up onto the large log. While he waited for his mentor, he started to pace back and forth along the log, trying to control his energy and excitement that was just ready to pop out of him.


The deputy padded through the territory at a steady pace. She wasn't walking at her usual fast pace, but rather, she was just taking her time and admiring the territory that was so familiar to her. Every few seconds, she was look back to check that Blazepaw wasn't too far ahead of her. She didn't mind that he was jumping ahead, just as long as she could still see him and make sure he didn't hurt himself somehow.
Auroraflame's icy hues glittered with amusement at his energy. She was excited to be teaching another young cat. She still missed Chirppaw, and had grieved for her at the news of her death, but she was ready to train another cat and hopefully, this one would make it to warriorhood. As she approached Blazepaw, she opened her mouth to give him a few words of advice. "Maybe try slowing down and seeing the details of the territory. One day, you'll be hunting and patrolling in this territory and it'll be handy if you know the small details about it," Auroraflame said, giving the tom a small smile. Over the past moons, the she-cat had taken the time to know the territory like it was the back of her paw. Now she knew the best places to find prey, exactly where she was standing and a few other useful things.
Auroraflame leaped over the log with ease and then with a few strides, put herself in front of the tom cat so that she was leading. She occasionally turned her head back to check that Blazepaw was following, but other than that, she kept her gaze on the path ahead. The deputy wanted to work on hunting for this training session, and she wanted to find a good spot for practicing. She had her destination pictured in her head and she was walked confidently towards it. Finally, she reached a small clearing which was surrounded by medium sized bushes. At the edge of the clearing, there was a large oak tree, stripped of most of its leaves. She sat down in front of the oak tree and turned to face Blazepaw, patiently waiting for the apprentice to be seated as well. “Today we will be working on hunting,” she announced.

[Doodle]

A hidden flash of frustration passed through Palmettoleaf's eyes, though it was well-disguised by the friendly smile that came onto his features at the same time. Getting angry with Marblestrike would do nothing in this situation. The warrior was well aware that she was trying to get under his skin and at the moment, it was working. His tail curled around his body, framing the left side of it neatly, cutting off just short of his head. It was like a barrier keeping him away from the multicolored she cat, trying to keep him from lashing out at her - or was it there to keep her from lashing out at him? Either way, it was nothing more then a safety precaution. Because sometimes Palmettoleaf felt scared of the cat. Yes, he knew she was hurt. Yes, he knew that she needed company more then anything else at this point, but she either a) didn't know it, b) was ignoring that fact, or c) was acting like this because it was a silent cry for help.

The tom wanted to help her. More then anything he wished he could have that same connection he'd felt the day he'd met her - a friendly connection, that was. Either she didn't share that feeling of connection or she did and was ignoring it because she was uncomfortable with the fact that Palmettoleaf seemed to be able to tell when she was hurting. The tom's eyes widened a little at her denial that it had anything to do with him. "Well if this is your 'me time' -" The words were spoken in a sorry attempt to keep from mocking her, but bitterness at her denial showing through - "-then what about the last few days? Surely you haven't been by yourself all that time. You could've at least said hello once or twice." Bitterness faded away to make room for hurt. The tom was truly sad that the cat he considered a friend hadn't even once tried to reach out to him and at least say that she appreciated his efforts from before.

They'd gotten along fine that day. So then, why had she ignored him these past few days? Why was she trying so hard to go to any length to pretend he didn't exist? Frustration shone in his green eyes, though he tried desperately to hide it with another, this time sadder, smile. It didn't work as well as he had hoped, however. The sadness was still there and Palmettoleaf wasn't quite sure how to cover it up with fake happiness. Her accusation didn't make things any better for him, either. Today was clearly not a day to mess with Marblestrike. She spoke with venom in her voice and anger in her eyes, both of which he knew were her defense mechanisms. If only he could get past her guard again. Answer softly. Answer nicely. She responded better to that before, maybe she would again. The frustration, sadness, and even anger faded from his eyes to make room for a new gentleness. He got to his paws, moving a little closer so that he could touch Marblestrike's shoulder with his tail. "I know you don't mean that, Marble." The nickname she had given him before was used in this moment, trying to add a softer touch to the conversation.

She was so guarded and hurt. Was this all a result of Slip's death? Or had something else happened after that? Surely a death of a loved one was one way to cocoon someone off from the rest of the world, but had no one tried to help her during that oh-so-fragile state?Had no one reached out to her, tried to help her through it? It would appear that no one had, and that made Palmettoleaf's heart hurt more then any cruel words she could have said to him. "You do care. Or you would be running away from me. If you really didn't care, or like me at all, Marblestrike - you wouldn't have shown me this place in the first place. And as soon as you saw me, you would have gone somewhere else where I would have had to find you again. So I know you didn't mean any of that." The tom gave her another, gentle smile. He was glad that she hadn't meant it. He knew what someone not caring looked like, and this?

This wasn't it. If she didn't care about him, she wouldn't use harsh words to get him to go away, would she? Wouldn't she just ignore him? Pretend he didn't exist? Like she's been doing, he thought with a sinking feeling. So maybe his quick judgement had been a stab in the dark. But if there was even a sliver of hope that he was right, he was going to take it and hold onto it for as long as possible until he was proven wrong.

(Hey, I'm back)

Marble saw the frustration in the tom's eyes and thought, too early, that she had won. This would be it- he would tire of whatever it was he was trying to do here and leave. After all, she wasn't worth all this effort. It didn't make any sense to the molly why he was still here after their first meeting even, when she had cut him off just like that. She waited impatiently for him to get up and leave, so that she could go back to pretending she had no worries. So that, perhaps, she could allow her guard to go away for another moment of bliss and just relax along the stream. But the tom didn't leave, and the molly frowned. What would it take for him to go away? Did she have to move a mountain in between them for him to finally give up?

He definitely seemed angry at her words at least. But the words that followed his bitterness definitely didn't help Marblestrike's side- and the pain she found in Palmettoleaf's gaze caused guilt to flash in her eyes. She turned away to hide this- she was supposed to not care- but she didn't turn around quite fast enough. She cleared her throat before speaking to ensure that no pain would escape through her words. "I didn't want to say hi," she answered blandly, raising a paw to inspect it and flicking away a piece of dirt. "It wasn't like you were very interesting to talk to." Now, that was her biggest lie yet. The multi-colored tom was very interesting, very intriguing. She just couldn't allow herself to get caught up in him. She couldn't even explain why she couldn't, she just... wouldn't allow it. Even if she so desperately wanted to reach out, to let him in, she would immediately remind herself that was bad, that it wasn't something that could happen. But why couldn't it?

She was deep in thought, trying to figure out just why she couldn't allow herself to become friends with Palmettoleaf. Marble would end up getting hurt. At least, that was what her reasoning was, yes? The molly hadn't even noticed this, but due to her thinking her paw was still up in the air. She quickly lowered it when movement from the tom to her side brought her back to reality- what was he doing? Her eyes widened in a panicked sort of way when he got right up close to her, immediately thinking that she had gone too far. The tom wouldn't hurt her, would he? Either way, she wasn't just going to stand by and do nothing- never again. She instantly unsheathed her claws before realizing he was just placing his tail on her shoulder.Her eyes met the kindness in his green ones, and her brain blanked, leaving her scrambling for a reaction. "I- what are you doing?" She snapped, ears flitting backwards as her voice wavered. "I did mean it, actually." Great, now she was sounding like a bratty kit who wasn't getting their way.

Marblestrike could see the calculations going on in Palmettoleaf's mind- his eyes gave away how hard he was thinking about her, trying to figure her out. She turned her head away. "Stop it," the molly grumbled out. He shouldn't be trying to know or understand her. When she heard his reasoning, her mind scrambled for a way to deflect his accusations. The tom was right- these were all things she could have- should have- done. But she didn't, and he knew exactly why. Because she had made a mistake and let him in. Briefly she squeezed her eyes shut before fluttering them open again and turning to look at the feline. "I'm not running away from you," she persisted. "If I was, I would have gotten up and walked away when I saw you." She met his smile with a frown accompanied by the ever-constant flicking of her tail. Noticing a look in Palmettoleaf's eyes, she could tell he was thinking about something- and not in the way before. She could tell he was starting to loose hope, which would mean he would leave and be gone for good. That was what she convinced herself that she wanted, so the mottled warrior swallowed down the emotion in her throat and tried to keep a level gaze.

[Brilliance]

Luna found it hard to believe that the other cat was considering what she was saying. He had not even let his guard down when she had stated that she was way too small to hurt him. If he doubted her word than maybe he could just look at her. Luna was getting fed up, she was going to leave as soon as she figured out where the heck she was. What type of territory was she trespassing on? Who's? Probably a clans, but who cared! If he had told her she had forgotten, but could he had least tell her where she was? Introduce himself. Something other than a hostile pig? Unless that was exactly what he was. Maybe he didn't know how to be nice. "Look here," she started weaving around the nearest bush. "I didn't even know I was trespassing. Just escort me to the end of your territory, and if I had been doing it on purpose, it would because I've heard stories of what you call clans, and they seem interesting. You're a clan cat aren't you?" Luna was not going to give up on a peaceful conversation, whether the tom liked it or not he was intriguing her. She wanted to know more about him. He was the most interesting cat she had ever met. Even though she didn't know his name, she knew that she was going to find out what it was, because she was just going to come back if he didn't. Even if he did she was coming back. Not telling Luna things made her want to come back. She wasn't used to other cats, or clan cats, he was the first one she had met. Whether he liked it or not [probably not] she would always be at his clan's border. She wanted to learn about his clan, what he was like, what was hidden behind the way he guarded himself so well. Everyone had emotions, and the tom didn't show his, she wanted to find them.


Timberpaw lacked patience. His eyes rolled at the Molly, desperate for her to leave the premises. She was too curious for his taste. He didn’t appreciate when others were in his business. As he listened to her talk, he refrained himself from yelling at her to be quiet. All she did was ramble on and on, and Timberpaw felt himself losing too much of his cool being around her. “Obviously, genius.” He spat, sarcastically. Of course, he was a clan cat. Why wouldn’t he be? Why did she think he was defensive about protecting his home? Timberpaw eyed her suspiciously. “Exactly, why are you still here?” By his standards, he was being nice to her. He didn’t chase her out as quickly as he wanted to. He was giving the small Molly time to correct her mistake but she didn’t move along yet. Did that mean he have to chase her out? Because, boy, he could use the run. Timberpaw stretches his limbs, his eyes never leaving from his target. He was preparing himself for a game, if so she wanted to play. The grey apprentice knew she had no business prowling around these areas, so he would make sure she wouldn’t want to set paw here again. “I’m gonna give you to the count of three to find your way out of here,” he suddenly snarled, crouching low to the ground, flexing his claws into the dirt below them. “If I have to chase you out, it won’t be a pretty sight...Miss Luna.” He warns, his golden brown eyes flashing dangerously. He didn’t plan on hurting her, just scaring her so she know he meant business. He was still a learning apprentice anyway, so what harm could he do at the most?




Truthfully, Auroraflame was more mature than immature. The cats who didn't know her well mostly viewed her as a mature and even slightly cold she-cat. The deputy also acted older than she really was and she could be as grown up as she wanted if she tried. But truely, the ebony feline could be very immature and very fun too. It was the side of her that most cats saw if she didn't have to act professional. With the way that the tom acted, Auroraflame could help but let a flicker of amusement glint in her icy hues for a split second. That curt nod and the way he spoke gave her the impression that he was a serious cat and he meant business. The deputy wasn't sure whether to see this as a good thing or a bad thing. It was good in that it meant he was focused and could be mature if he needed to. But at the same time, the she-cat believed that apprentice's shouldn't have to be too serious. They were young cats and still exploring life, meaning that they actually act a little immature and learn from the mistakes that they made. At his next words, Auroraflame felt her lips curling down into a frown for a short moment, before she fixed it back to be a small smile again. She was a strong follower of the Warrior Code and would avoid breaking the rules whenever possible, and it was a good thing that he didn't doubt her loyalty, but his words weren't quite the truth. She strongly believed in StarClan and followed the Warrior Code, but Auroraflame knew that she would definitely break a rule if it was the difference between life or death. StarClan could punish her all they wanted if she displeased them, but the safety of her clan meant a lot to her.

"Do you now?" Auroraflame remarked, raising an eye at the comment. A moment ago he had been claiming that Hawkstorm was a good mentor, but now he was saying otherwise. "Grousestar assigned Hawkstorm to mentor you for a reason. If he didn't think he was advanced enough for you then he wouldn't have chosen him," Auroraflame said firmly. At his next statement, the deputy felt irritation poking at her. He was a new apprentice and yet he was already speaking about being more advanced than the other apprentices. Auroraflame viewed that as an arrogant thing to say and she had to stop her eyes from narrowing in discontent at the tom's lack of modesty. "Just remember that there are apprentices in the clan who have been training for longer than you have. Don't forget to respect them and appreciate any tips they might give you," Auroraflame said, keeping her voice calm despite the annoyance she felt.

Auroraflame could already tell that this apprentice was determined to be the best. She didn't know him very well, as this was their first meeting and yet the deputy could already determine a few things about him. For a moment, the she-cat considered telling Timberpaw to make sure he didn't become too confident. Overconfidence was not something that the clan needed. The thought was quickly pushed to the back of her mind as she decided she'd probably giving him enough warnings. For these few minutes anyway. "Of course. Confidence is something we all need," Auroraflame said. "But sometimes too much can be unfortunate," She muttered, making sure only she would be able to hear those words.

The goal was to be impressionable. To be liked. To be looked upon and not under. Maybe - possibly in the future to be followed. Timberpaw knew he was far better than his own father. Where his father lacked loyalty, it's all where Timberpaw came from. He kept his head held high, tail curled inwardly and a stoic gaze on the ebony deputy. Was she questioning him? He was about to speak, but quickly shut his maw to allow her to continue. Timberpaw did appreciate his mentor, and he thought Grousestar’s choice was...well, not excellent, but it was okay. By his standards. “I'm very appreciative that Grousestar gave me a reliable mentor. Though personally I just feel that if you are too advanced...wouldn't you need more of a challenge?” This was a general question. Not anything directed towards himself even as he thought pretty highly of who he was. Very intelligent, very hardworking, and never fails to impress. The thing about Timberpaw was that he loved a challenge. He wanted to be pushed to his limits. Frankly...he felt Hawkstorm wasn't doing that for him. Maybe it was because he knew he could have something better. Something more...grand.

Now, he sounded selfish, but Timberpaw knew what he wanted in life, and he wouldn’t allow anyone to hinder such. “Oh, I know.” He dismissed her comment with a flick of his tail. Respect? It wasn’t easy when it came to this Tom. Timberpaw respected few within his clan. The automatic respect belonged to Grousestar and Auroraflame. As for others? He couldn’t care. “I only respect those who gives respect back. Give it in order to receive it.” His eyes were closed. He said this confidently, the mane decorating around his neck, rustling slightly. Timberpaw didn’t rely on age to determine respect. In his view, he gave each cat tolerable respect. A small amount until they were able to impress him, and unlock his full respect. Tips, from others? Timberpaw could had laughed. What made them so experienced that he wasn’t? Just because he was younger than them? Timberpaw worked very hard in his training. He felt he didn’t need any social tips from them. They were useless. However, he did respect Auroraflame considerably, so he gave a firm nod of his head. His orange eyes flashed open, smiling cockily at the inky she cat.

In the distance, a certain older tom was doing a little hunting of his own. The thrill of the chase was a lot more pleasant than the actual catch. A magpie hung from his maw, and he proudly began to trot back to the clearing. As he shook his smoothed pelt, his blue eyes traveled around the place. After this, it was nothing wrong with going for a small run, perhaps. His paws were already drained of energy, but since he liked to push himself to that exhilarating feeling of fatigued, he didn’t allow such to bother him. It was then that he caught two figures he knew all too well. The apprenticebthat was like his nephew, and the deputy who he considered a complicated friend. Curious as he was, Umbraice changed his course, deciding to stroll towards them. They were facing each other, and he wanted to know what was going on. When he appeared next to Timberpaw, affectionately brushing his tail against him, he gave Auroraflame a questioning glance. “Everything alright here?”

[Artist]

May I join this roleplay? I am a shecat named AutumnDream, who has a brown pelt dappled with red, a white underbelly, one blue eye and one yellow eye, and my personality is stubborn. I'm still loyal though, and I'm good at hunting, and im superior at fighting.

[lone]

(Hey, I'm back)

Marble saw the frustration in the tom's eyes and thought, too early, that she had won. This would be it- he would tire of whatever it was he was trying to do here and leave. After all, she wasn't worth all this effort. It didn't make any sense to the molly why he was still here after their first meeting even, when she had cut him off just like that. She waited impatiently for him to get up and leave, so that she could go back to pretending she had no worries. So that, perhaps, she could allow her guard to go away for another moment of bliss and just relax along the stream. But the tom didn't leave, and the molly frowned. What would it take for him to go away? Did she have to move a mountain in between them for him to finally give up?

He definitely seemed angry at her words at least. But the words that followed his bitterness definitely didn't help Marblestrike's side- and the pain she found in Palmettoleaf's gaze caused guilt to flash in her eyes. She turned away to hide this- she was supposed to not care- but she didn't turn around quite fast enough. She cleared her throat before speaking to ensure that no pain would escape through her words. "I didn't want to say hi," she answered blandly, raising a paw to inspect it and flicking away a piece of dirt. "It wasn't like you were very interesting to talk to." Now, that was her biggest lie yet. The multi-colored tom was very interesting, very intriguing. She just couldn't allow herself to get caught up in him. She couldn't even explain why she couldn't, she just... wouldn't allow it. Even if she so desperately wanted to reach out, to let him in, she would immediately remind herself that was bad, that it wasn't something that could happen. But why couldn't it?

She was deep in thought, trying to figure out just why she couldn't allow herself to become friends with Palmettoleaf. Marble would end up getting hurt. At least, that was what her reasoning was, yes? The molly hadn't even noticed this, but due to her thinking her paw was still up in the air. She quickly lowered it when movement from the tom to her side brought her back to reality- what was he doing? Her eyes widened in a panicked sort of way when he got right up close to her, immediately thinking that she had gone too far. The tom wouldn't hurt her, would he? Either way, she wasn't just going to stand by and do nothing- never again. She instantly unsheathed her claws before realizing he was just placing his tail on her shoulder.Her eyes met the kindness in his green ones, and her brain blanked, leaving her scrambling for a reaction. "I- what are you doing?" She snapped, ears flitting backwards as her voice wavered. "I did mean it, actually." Great, now she was sounding like a bratty kit who wasn't getting their way.

Marblestrike could see the calculations going on in Palmettoleaf's mind- his eyes gave away how hard he was thinking about her, trying to figure her out. She turned her head away. "Stop it," the molly grumbled out. He shouldn't be trying to know or understand her. When she heard his reasoning, her mind scrambled for a way to deflect his accusations. The tom was right- these were all things she could have- should have- done. But she didn't, and he knew exactly why. Because she had made a mistake and let him in. Briefly she squeezed her eyes shut before fluttering them open again and turning to look at the feline. "I'm not running away from you," she persisted. "If I was, I would have gotten up and walked away when I saw you." She met his smile with a frown accompanied by the ever-constant flicking of her tail. Noticing a look in Palmettoleaf's eyes, she could tell he was thinking about something- and not in the way before. She could tell he was starting to loose hope, which would mean he would leave and be gone for good. That was what she convinced herself that she wanted, so the mottled warrior swallowed down the emotion in her throat and tried to keep a level gaze.
He could see the guilt in her expression. He could see her trying to hide it. But why? What was she so afraid of him doing, leaving? Had he not proven that he wouldn't already? Palmettoleaf knew that words couldn't heal every wound. He knew that not every cat believed the words that came from another's maw, but he was doing his best to be trustworthy. Perhaps there was something wrong with him, and she could sense that. Everyone was broken in their own way, the tom was just better at hiding it. He was too dependant on the opinions of others, he wanted cats to like him - and it was confusing when they didn't, because he always thought he was being friendly. "Then why did you?" He asked, tilting his head to the side a little bit.

Maybe she wasn't being serious... because she had seemed at least okay with talking before before, how could it possibly be that she "didn't want to?" Marblestrike didn't come across as subtle with her words... if she'd wanted him gone, he would've been gone long ago. She would've found some way to be rid of him, and Palmettoleaf would probably go with some little bit of relief, knowing that he wouldn't have to be insulted or anything like that anymore. When he placed his tail on her shoulder, he could see that she was panicked. "I didn't mean to scare you," The feline spoke in a low voice, a calm one, and gave her his most winning smile. It was exhausting, trying to win over Marblestrike... and clearly it was an uphill battle. He felt like it was two steps forward, one step back with her. Every time he thought he was doing it, he'd realize that he had moved back significantly since his last success.

When she spoke again, telling him that she had, in fact, meant the words that she had said, the tom shook his head. He knew when someone really meant something, and Marblestrike? She had been faking it. Bluffing, so that she would feel bigger and safer somehow, but he wasn't quite sure what that did for her. If anything, he would think that it was the worst thing you could do. It could be seen as a threat, a challenge, and she was lucky that he was a nice enough cat to push it aside and try to move on. Right after this conversation was over, of course. "You didn't, or you'd have done something about it by now. Taken some real action." Guessing that he was right, and that he had called her out on it, Palmettoleaf watched her with a serious expression before he once again challenged her - and got her surprising answer. He hadn't seen that coming, he had to admit. She... wasn't running away? She wasn't running away!

That must mean that Palmettoleaf had done something right, because she would run away if she really didn't like him! That knowledge put a grin on his maw, the winning smile disappearing to become wider and goofier then before. Sometimes the feline could be a real goofball... it was hard to be too serious around him, because most of the time he was smiling or messing around and just being, well, himself. Palmettoleaf was a real sweetheart, even before you truly got to know him. He was constantly doing his best to cheer you up, or something like that - make sure that you were comfortable, at least.

"Well, I appreciate you telling me you aren't. You could've fooled me." He mewed with a smile, but something was still bothering him. Even if the she cat wasn't physically getting up and walking away from him, she was still mentally running away from him. Blocking his kindness like it would kill her to have someone give her friendly affection once in a while. Deflecting his challenges - or denying them, except for the last one - like he wouldn't notice. Palmettoleaf only wished he could do something about it. Maybe someday... he could.

[Tgwtgfan]

Boba Fett

Crimsonpaw trotted near the edge of the cliff as she heard a voice in the distance.

[Seraphon]

Boba Fett

Crimsonpaw trotted near the edge of the cliff as she heard a voice in the distance.
(I only have kits in SkyClan, sooooooo...)

Silverkit had snuck out with her friend Poolkit. Poolkit hadn't wanted to but didn't want Silverkit to go alone.

Poolkit heard Silverkit giggle next to her,"what is it?" She asked. Then Silverkit told her that they had snuck out undetected at sunhigh!

[Tgwtgfan]

Crimsonpaw (3 moons older than the kit), "The better question is, what are you doing standing there" She asked.

[Seraphon]

Crimsonpaw (3 moons older than the kit), "The better question is, what are you doing standing there" She asked.
Poolkit jumped and spun around. She flattened herself to the ground,"I-I'm sorry..." She glanced at Silverkit who froze and looked like she was about to confess, so Poolkit sighed inwardly,"I'm sorry... I-it was my idea..."

[Tgwtgfan]

Poolkit jumped and spun around. She flattened herself to the ground,"I-I'm sorry..." She glanced at Silverkit who froze and looked like she was about to confess, so Poolkit sighed inwardly,"I'm sorry... I-it was my idea..."

"No, I mean why are you standing on that part of the cliff?" Crimsonpaw replied while backing away.

"It's not st-." Before she could finish, the cliff began to crumble.

(The idea is to have my character save yours, and maybe even vice versa)

[Seraphon]

"No, I mean why are you standing on that part of the cliff?" Crimsonpaw replied while backing away.

"It's not st-." Before she could finish, the cliff began to crumble.

(The idea is to have my character save yours, and maybe even vice versa)
(Sounds fun)
Silverkit's eyes widened,"w-wha-?" And enforce she could do anything, something shoved her out of the way. Silverkit turned around to see Pollkit, the cliff crumbling under her,"Poolkit!" She yelled as the cliff gave way. She could see the terror in Poolkit's eyes.

[Tgwtgfan]

(Sounds fun)
Silverkit's eyes widened,"w-wha-?" And enforce she could do anything, something shoved her out of the way. Silverkit turned around to see Pollkit, the cliff crumbling under her,"Poolkit!" She yelled as the cliff gave way. She could see the terror in Poolkit's eyes.

"You, go and get help. I'll take care of this." The adolescent she cat told Silverkit.

Since Poolkit was only a lot, her agility was not as fine tuned. She held on the cliff edge with her paws, but she lacked the strength to pull herself up. She scrabbled at the edge with her hind legs, but to no avail.

[Seraphon]

"You, go and get help. I'll take care of this." The adolescent she cat told Silverkit.

Since Poolkit was only a lot, her agility was not as fine tuned. She held on the cliff edge with her paws, but she lacked the strength to pull herself up. She scrabbled at the edge with her hind legs, but to no avail.
Silverkit ran back to the camp hoping they wouldn't question her.
---
Poolkit was barely hanging on and pretty soon she lost grip with her right front paw and her left back paw lost a claw in her struggle.

[Tgwtgfan]

Silverkit stopped and slowly trotted back.

Crimsonpaw watched as the kit regained her grip with her right front paw, but lost her footing altogether, leaving her hanging on to the cliff edge with nothing but her front paws.

Silverkit was too shocked to do anything but watch.

(Now would be a good time for Poolkit to say the obvious thing...)

[Seraphon]

Silverkit stopped and slowly trotted back.

Crimsonpaw watched as the kit regained her grip with her right front paw, but lost her footing altogether, leaving her hanging on to the cliff edge with nothing but her front paws.

Silverkit was too shocked to do anything but watch.

(Now would be a good time for Poolkit to say the obvious thing...)
At first Poolkit was too shocked to speak,"Help!!!!" She screeched as she regained her voice,"Silverkit!!!!!!! Crimsonpaw!!!"

[Tgwtgfan]

At first Poolkit was too shocked to speak,"Help!!!!" She screeched as she regained her voice,"Silverkit!!!!!!! Crimsonpaw!!!"

Crimsonpaw reached out with her front paw.

[Seraphon]

Crimsonpaw reached out with her front paw.
Poolkit was too terrified to let go with any of her paws and when another claw snapped she yowled in pain again.

(Hey, do you wanna join my Werewolf (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?p=444121#post444121) thread?)

[Tgwtgfan]

Poolkit was too terrified to let go with any of her paws and when another claw snapped she yowled in pain again.

(Hey, do you wanna join my Werewolf (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?p=444121#post444121) thread?)

Crimsonpaw then reached over and grabbed the kit by her scruff.

[Seraphon]

Crimsonpaw then reached over and grabbed the kit by her scruff.
Poolkit helped Crimsonpaw pull her up.

[Tgwtgfan]

Poolkit helped Crimsonpaw pull her up.

"So, what was your question?" Crimsonpaw asked.

[Seraphon]

"So, what was your question?" Crimsonpaw asked.
"W-what do you mean?" Poolkit asked, confused.

[Tgwtgfan]

"W-what do you mean?" Poolkit asked, confused.

"You asked why? As in you asked for help."

[Seraphon]

"You asked me why I was standing on the edge of a cliff?"
"Didn't YOU ask US that?" Poolkit tilted her head.

[Tgwtgfan]

"Didn't YOU ask US that?" Poolkit tilted her head.

"Fair enough. Now I have a question for you."

[Seraphon]

"Fair enough. Now I have a question for you."
"W-what?" Poolkit stammered.

[Tgwtgfan]

"W-what?" Poolkit stammered.

"Have you trained or honed in on your agility?"

[Seraphon]

"Have you trained or honed in on your agility?"
"Ummm... No.. I'm a kit..." She replied

[Tgwtgfan]

"Ummm... No.. I'm a kit..." She replied

"So was I at one point, but eventually, you need to work on building your muscles and strength."

[Seraphon]

"So was I at one point, but eventually, you need to work on building your muscles and strength."
Poolkit looked up,"don't you do that as an apprentice?"

[Tgwtgfan]

Poolkit looked up,"don't you do that as an apprentice?"

"Yes, but, you'll need to do in general for you to survive."

[Seraphon]

"Yes, but, you'll need to do in general for you to survive."
Poolkit was at a loss for words so she just studied her paws.

[Tgwtgfan]

Poolkit was at a loss for words so she just studied her paws.

"You'll see what I mean in good time, but for now, get back go camp and be more careful."

[Seraphon]

"You'll see what I mean in good time, but for now, get back go camp and be more careful."
Poolkit trotted up to Silverkit and they started back to camp.

[Tgwtgfan]

Poolkit trotted up to Silverkit and they started back to camp.

As they trotted away, Crimsonpaw couldn't help but smirk, "Good kids." She said to herself.

[Seraphon]

As they trotted away, Crimsonpaw couldn't help but smirk, "Good kids." She said to herself.
Poolkit sped up so Silverkit had to go fast to keep up.

[Cosmo]

Timberpaw lacked patience. His eyes rolled at the Molly, desperate for her to leave the premises. She was too curious for his taste. He didn’t appreciate when others were in his business. As he listened to her talk, he refrained himself from yelling at her to be quiet. All she did was ramble on and on, and Timberpaw felt himself losing too much of his cool being around her. “Obviously, genius.” He spat, sarcastically. Of course, he was a clan cat. Why wouldn’t he be? Why did she think he was defensive about protecting his home? Timberpaw eyed her suspiciously. “Exactly, why are you still here?” By his standards, he was being nice to her. He didn’t chase her out as quickly as he wanted to. He was giving the small Molly time to correct her mistake but she didn’t move along yet. Did that mean he have to chase her out? Because, boy, he could use the run. Timberpaw stretches his limbs, his eyes never leaving from his target. He was preparing himself for a game, if so she wanted to play. The grey apprentice knew she had no business prowling around these areas, so he would make sure she wouldn’t want to set paw here again. “I’m gonna give you to the count of three to find your way out of here,” he suddenly snarled, crouching low to the ground, flexing his claws into the dirt below them. “If I have to chase you out, it won’t be a pretty sight...Miss Luna.” He warns, his golden brown eyes flashing dangerously. He didn’t plan on hurting her, just scaring her so she know he meant business. He was still a learning apprentice anyway, so what harm could he do at the most?

Luna didn't even flinch. Tough act, it was common from toms her age. And even if he did chase her out, who was to say she wasn't faster. He was just trying to defend his clan, she couldn't blame him, but she still had to point out he should have been open to new friends. There was nothing wrong with being a little defensive, but when a cat was trying to socialize with you, you had to at least be nice. Maybe he could use some better teachings. "Mr. whatever-your-name-is, I just want to point out that I'm not actually that far over this border thing." Luna knew this was true because she could smell it only a few whisker lengths from her back paws. Since her age and height plan had failed, as well as her "I'm too small to do any harm." She was doing what she did best, rambling in an annoying way. Clearly she had ran into him at a bad time, but she had a new goal. Try and get him to befriend her. Even the large animals called horses were nicer and easier to befriend than the big gray tom. "1, 2, 3." Luna said while inching her back paws until they were over the border. Once they were Luna looked up at him, a small yet visible smirk on her face and asked with a most innocent voice, "This good?" She was close to collapsing in a fit of giggling due to the fun she was having. The tom didn't know it, but he was going to be her main source of entertainment. If he chased her out, she was coming back, and if she knew what he was like she would have a better chance of staying. And maybe even on the right side of the border. Still in free territory.

[Brilliance]

Luna didn't even flinch. Tough act, it was common from toms her age. And even if he did chase her out, who was to say she wasn't faster. He was just trying to defend his clan, she couldn't blame him, but she still had to point out he should have been open to new friends. There was nothing wrong with being a little defensive, but when a cat was trying to socialize with you, you had to at least be nice. Maybe he could use some better teachings. "Mr. whatever-your-name-is, I just want to point out that I'm not actually that far over this border thing." Luna knew this was true because she could smell it only a few whisker lengths from her back paws. Since her age and height plan had failed, as well as her "I'm too small to do any harm." She was doing what she did best, rambling in an annoying way. Clearly she had ran into him at a bad time, but she had a new goal. Try and get him to befriend her. Even the large animals called horses were nicer and easier to befriend than the big gray tom. "1, 2, 3." Luna said while inching her back paws until they were over the border. Once they were Luna looked up at him, a small yet visible smirk on her face and asked with a most innocent voice, "This good?" She was close to collapsing in a fit of giggling due to the fun she was having. The tom didn't know it, but he was going to be her main source of entertainment. If he chased her out, she was coming back, and if she knew what he was like she would have a better chance of staying. And maybe even on the right side of the border. Still in free territory.


If Luna had lived in Skyclan she would know how tough this apprentice this. Timberpaw was a perfectionist, he was a control freak, he was a boss. He had no expressions. He hardly ever smiled, and he always glared with those orange eyes of his. A grim expression glued onto his face. No other really approached him unless it had been his siblings. He loved them. He didn't tolerate them. Timberpaw saw them as a bit extreme, like this lollygagging molly playing games with him. Playing games with him. He was itching to pin her down and give her a good scratch. However, he was far from being sadistic. ''It'll be good when I see your face disappear from around here.'' He shot forward, throwing his muzzle into her face. She sure was a puny thing, and Timberpaw crouched down to reach her eye-level. ''You think this is a game?'' This time he smirk. Which wasn't a smile. When he saw how amused she stood, his fur began bushing up. Did she take this as a game? Was he supposed to be a joystick? Someone she viewed as entertainment? The mere thought made Timberpaw snarled. He pulled his lip back, showing his fangs as he growled. ''You better wipe that smirk off your face before I pull it off,'' He threatened. Timberpaw didn't like being laughed at, or looked as if someone will be making fun of him. Right now, he was just annoyed. She ruined his hunt, then had the audacity to make herself feel at 'home' in their territory. Fine, she wants to play a game? I'll show her how it's played.

[Barnabas]

Charmer
Streampaw was up in a tree, trying to catch a squirrel when she felt her paws slip off the tree branch she was in. The young apprentice fell out of the tree, landing on her left leg. She let out a yowl of pain as she hit the ground with a loud 'Thud'. Streampaw laid on the ground as her eyes began to close slowly as she went into a coma. 'I must keep my eyes's open! I can't fall asleep! I need to get back to the camp.

[Charmer]

Charmer
Streampaw was up in a tree, trying to catch a squirrel when she felt her paws slip off the tree branch she was in. The young apprentice fell out of the tree, landing on her left leg. She let out a yowl of pain as she hit the ground with a loud 'Thud'. Streampaw laid on the ground as her eyes began to close slowly as she went into a coma. 'I must keep my eyes's open! I can't fall asleep! I need to get back to the camp.

(He gets names wrong all the time. Heads up).

Shinefang was making his way through the territory, feeling better than he had in moons! The glittery fox-heart in the sky who had told him about Willow bark was a genius. His joint hadn't felt this good since he was a young warrior and the stiffness in his joints vanished minutes after he ate his first strip of the day. He was in such a pleasant mood that while he was gathering cobwebs from a bush, he was humming a tune. "I'll give a mossball if you give a mouse. He'll give a mouse she gives a shrew. She'll give a shrew if I change her moss. Hmmm Hmm Dumdiddy doo." When suddenly, a shriek somewhere nearby startled him badly enough that he ripped his paw away, ripping the cobweds as her did so. "Foxdung!" he cursed, turning with flattened ears and a scowl. The old tom trounced in the direction of the sound, ready to give the kitwit who thought yowling like that over a thorn in their paw was worth the ruined webs a piece of his mind. But as he burst through the bushes, he saw a shecat apprentice lying on the ground, barely keeping her eyes open. He ran to her side at one. "Seapaw? Stay with me. Can you hear me?"

[Barnabas]

(He gets names wrong all the time. Heads up).

Shinefang was making his way through the territory, feeling better than he had in moons! The glittery fox-heart in the sky who had told him about Willow bark was a genius. His joint hadn't felt this good since he was a young warrior and the stiffness in his joints vanished minutes after he ate his first strip of the day. He was in such a pleasant mood that while he was gathering cobwebs from a bush, he was humming a tune. "I'll give a mossball if you give a mouse. He'll give a mouse she gives a shrew. She'll give a shrew if I change her moss. Hmmm Hmm Dumdiddy doo." When suddenly, a shriek somewhere nearby startled him badly enough that he ripped his paw away, ripping the cobweds as her did so. "Foxdung!" he cursed, turning with flattened ears and a scowl. The old tom trounced in the direction of the sound, ready to give the kitwit who thought yowling like that over a thorn in their paw was worth the ruined webs a piece of his mind. But as he burst through the bushes, he saw a shecat apprentice lying on the ground, barely keeping her eyes open. He ran to her side at one. "Seapaw? Stay with me. Can you hear me?"


Streampaw heard Shinefang's voice, hearing him call her Seapaw. 'Who is Seapaw,' thought the young apprentice. Her eyes shot open as she felt another sudden pain rush through her injured leg. She let out a loud yowl of pain, letting out small whimpers. "My leg! It hurts! Help me!" cried Streampaw, her eyes looking directly at the medicine cat. She wanted the pain in her leg to stop hurting, but when she looked her bone she let out a bloody shriek.

[Charmer]

Streampaw heard Shinefang's voice, hearing him call her Seapaw. 'Who is Seapaw,' thought the young apprentice. Her eyes shot open as she felt another sudden pain rush through her injured leg. She let out a loud yowl of pain, letting out small whimpers. "My leg! It hurts! Help me!" cried Streampaw, her eyes looking directly at the medicine cat. She wanted the pain in her leg to stop hurting, but when she looked her bone she let out a bloody shriek.

Shinefang flinched at the sound of the shecats horrified cray as she looked at her own leg. It was, without a doubt, broken. Even now as it was pinned under her body, he could see that it was at an angle that was wrong. The tom took his paw and physically turned the shecat's head to look straight ahead. "Stop. That's not helping anyone," he said in a way that could have been dismissive or stern. It wasn't hard to put together what had happened based on where she was. She had fallen out of the tree above them. He looked the shecat in the eyes with his only one. "You're going to be ok. I'm going to get some sticks and webs to stabilize your leg. You need to do two things for me: Stay awake, and don't scream. I'm half blind here, I don't need to be deaf too. Can you do that for me Steampaw?"

[Barnabas]

Shinefang flinched at the sound of the shecats horrified cray as she looked at her own leg. It was, without a doubt, broken. Even now as it was pinned under her body, he could see that it was at an angle that was wrong. The tom took his paw and physically turned the shecat's head to look straight ahead. "Stop. That's not helping anyone," he said in a way that could have been dismissive or stern. It wasn't hard to put together what had happened based on where she was. She had fallen out of the tree above them. He looked the shecat in the eyes with his only one. "You're going to be ok. I'm going to get some sticks and webs to stabilize your leg. You need to do two things for me: Stay awake, and don't scream. I'm half blind here, I don't need to be deaf too. Can you do that for me Steampaw?"

Streampaw dipped her head, slowly as she tried her best to stay calm from the pain. 'Don't scream anymore Streampaw. He's right. We don't want to make him deaf,' thought the young molly with a small sigh. She let out a few deep breathes, getting her mind off of the pain her injured leg was causing. "Hopefully it don't hurt too much and by the way it's Streampaw. Not Seapaw or Steampaw." meowed The apprentice, without growling.

[Charmer]

Streampaw dipped her head, slowly as she tried her best to stay calm from the pain. 'Don't scream anymore Streampaw. He's right. We don't want to make him deaf,' thought the young molly with a small sigh. She let out a few deep breathes, getting her mind off of the pain her injured leg was causing. "Hopefully it don't hurt too much and by the way it's Streampaw. Not Seapaw or Steampaw." meowed The apprentice, without growling.

"Stingpaw. Got it," Shinefang agreed absently, his eye sweeping the ground for a large enough stick to brace the leg. But as he searched, it occurred to him that doing so would be a waste of time. He would need to set it before making a permanent brace, and he would need comfrey for the broken bone. He could bring it, but then she would be left alone in the woods with no cats to guard her. Her yowl had no doubt gotten the attention of any foxes that happen to be about. He didn't want to move her, but he didn't see much choice. He looked at the apprentice again. She looked like she was still small enough for him to carry, but it wouldn't be comfortable for her. Not only that but he wasn't strong enough to lift her. "Alright new plan, I need to get you to my den. But to do that, you'll have to get on my back. Are you able to stand on your other three legs, Stingpaw?"

[Barnabas]

"Stingpaw. Got it," Shinefang agreed absently, his eye sweeping the ground for a large enough stick to brace the leg. But as he searched, it occurred to him that doing so would be a waste of time. He would need to set it before making a permanent brace, and he would need comfrey for the broken bone. He could bring it, but then she would be left alone in the woods with no cats to guard her. Her yowl had no doubt gotten the attention of any foxes that happen to be about. He didn't want to move her, but he didn't see much choice. He looked at the apprentice again. She looked like she was still small enough for him to carry, but it wouldn't be comfortable for her. Not only that but he wasn't strong enough to lift her. "Alright new plan, I need to get you to my den. But to do that, you'll have to get on my back. Are you able to stand on your other three legs, Stingpaw?"

Streampaw let out a low growl in annoyance as he called her stingpaw. 'Why would my name be Stingpaw. I don't think any cat's name is Sting,' thought Streampaw. She shivered as pain went through her leg as he braced it. "I think so." replied the apprentice. She let out a huff as she tried to stand up. Streampaw gave all her strength, standing up on her three legs. She placed her injured foot up to where it doesn't brush. the ground

[Charmer]

Streampaw let out a low growl in annoyance as he called her stingpaw. 'Why would my name be Stingpaw. I don't think any cat's name is Sting,' thought Streampaw. She shivered as pain went through her leg as he braced it. "I think so." replied the apprentice. She let out a huff as she tried to stand up. Streampaw gave all her strength, standing up on her three legs. She placed her injured foot up to where it doesn't brush. the ground

Shinefang watched as the apprentice shakily got to her legs, and with a swiftness that would have been beyond him without the miracle of this willow bark, he slid underneath the apprentice and stood up, lifting her off the ground. "And up we go," the old tom said as he hoisted himself upright. "Next stop, the medicine den. I'll try and move as smoothly as I can, but bear with me, alright?" he said to the shecat, taking his first careful steps forward.

[Barnabas]

Shinefang watched as the apprentice shakily got to her legs, and with a swiftness that would have been beyond him without the miracle of this willow bark, he slid underneath the apprentice and stood up, lifting her off the ground. "And up we go," the old tom said as he hoisted himself upright. "Next stop, the medicine den. I'll try and move as smoothly as I can, but bear with me, alright?" he said to the shecat, taking his first careful steps forward.

Streampaw felt her body being lifted up by the Medicine cat, her injured leg, almost hitting the ground. Before her leg could touch the ground she lifted it up the best she could. She let out a dip of her head. "It's a good thing I didn't eat before before going hunting." replied the Skyclan apprentice.

[Charmer]

Streampaw felt her body being lifted up by the Medicine cat, her injured leg, almost hitting the ground. Before her leg could touch the ground she lifted it up the best she could. She let out a dip of her head. "It's a good thing I didn't eat before before going hunting." replied the Skyclan apprentice.

Shinefang didn't break his pace as he moved, but one of his shredded ears gave a twitch as the apprentice spoke. "Are you feeling sick?" he asked her. He remembered that when Acornpaw had come in with a head injury, he had been sick to his stomach as well. If the apprentice had fallen far enough to break her leg, she could have hit her head as well. And that would be a problem... He hadn't known how to help Acornpaw when he had a head injury. That was the first patient to die in his den.

[Barnabas]

Shinefang didn't break his pace as he moved, but one of his shredded ears gave a twitch as the apprentice spoke. "Are you feeling sick?" he asked her. He remembered that when Acornpaw had come in with a head injury, he had been sick to his stomach as well. If the apprentice had fallen far enough to break her leg, she could have hit her head as well. And that would be a problem... He hadn't known how to help Acornpaw when he had a head injury. That was the first patient to die in his den.

Streampaw shook her head. "No I don't think so. The only thing I feel is the pain in my leg, but if something comes up I'll tell you." replied the apprentice. Streampaw felt herself relax, knowing that she will be fine. "I have to admit my head does hurt a little. I must of hit it when I fell, but it don't hurt too bad." admitted the young molly.

[Charmer]

Streampaw shook her head. "No I don't think so. The only thing I feel is the pain in my leg, but if something comes up I'll tell you." replied the apprentice. Streampaw felt herself relax, knowing that she will be fine. "I have to admit my head does hurt a little. I must of hit it when I fell, but it don't hurt too bad." admitted the young molly.

(And queue vomit joke)

"I get the feeling that if anything comes up I'll know," Shinefang muttered under his breath. As she went on to talk about her head hurting, his own started to spin. He slowed his pace, "I see," he said, his voice teetering on a growl. Couldn't this mousebrained apprentice remember whether she hit her head or not? Why couldn't she just tell him! He wanted to growl at the little shecat as terror raced in his veins and anger raced faster still to cover it up. He took a breath. "Ok then. Why don't you go pick out some stick-" the old tom stopped himself before he could finish the thought. The apprentice obviously couldn't fetch anything with her leg like it was. His mind was too garbled it was racing with worry. "Nevermind," he finished simply, thinking she'd probably just brush it off as an elder being mousebrained. He continued on as the camp came into view,

[Barnabas]

(And queue vomit joke)

"I get the feeling that if anything comes up I'll know," Shinefang muttered under his breath. As she went on to talk about her head hurting, his own started to spin. He slowed his pace, "I see," he said, his voice teetering on a growl. Couldn't this mousebrained apprentice remember whether she hit her head or not? Why couldn't she just tell him! He wanted to growl at the little shecat as terror raced in his veins and anger raced faster still to cover it up. He took a breath. "Ok then. Why don't you go pick out some stick-" the old tom stopped himself before he could finish the thought. The apprentice obviously couldn't fetch anything with her leg like it was. His mind was too garbled it was racing with worry. "Nevermind," he finished simply, thinking she'd probably just brush it off as an elder being mousebrained. He continued on as the camp came into view,

Streampaw rolled her eyes at the tom's words, knowing what he was going to say, but then brushed it off. "It was all a blur when I fell. I passed out before I hit the ground, so i wouldn't actually know if I hit my head on the ground." meowed Streampaw, trying her best to not growl at Shinefang. He was helping her and the last thing she wanted was to anger him, since she knew that he could be easily tempered.
( Charmer; )

[Charmer]

Streampaw rolled her eyes at the tom's words, knowing what he was going to say, but then brushed it off. "It was all a blur when I fell. I passed out before I hit the ground, so i wouldn't actually know if I hit my head on the ground." meowed Streampaw, trying her best to not growl at Shinefang. He was helping her and the last thing she wanted was to anger him, since she knew that he could be easily tempered.
( Charmer; )

The tom gave an irate huff as she crossed into the clearing. "That's for clearing that up, Sasspaw," the tom meowed thoughtlessly. He was no officially in a bad temper. He was going to treat this apprentice with all the cat a cat of Skyclan deserved, but she'd get an ear full of whatever cranky old tom thoughts came into his head now. "You leg is the bigger problem right now anyway," he said out loud as a way of getting his mind back on track. He slunk into his den with all the care he could manage.

(Go ahead and post in the med den next.)

[Cosmo]

Constellation

It had been four moons of boredom for Luna. For moons of sitting near the SkyClan border wondering if she should cross it. Four moons wondering what Timberpaw would do if she crossed the border, if he was even the one she ran into when she did. After her encounter with a clan cat and being chased out of his territory made trying to find out what the large animals meant seem boring. It was hard to believe that at one point she found that interesting. But then again that had been before she had discovered the clans were real. But finally those four moons of boredom were up, because Luna had just crossed the SkyClan border. She could suddenly smell all the old smells of SkyClan, this time they were fresh and nice. She smiled, and began looking around, trying to spot a golden butterfly, which was the thing that had led her to SkyClan in the first place. She began to walk around, but stopped suddenly when she smelled a scent that was a little too familiar.

[Brilliance]

Constellation

It had been four moons of boredom for Luna. For moons of sitting near the SkyClan border wondering if she should cross it. Four moons wondering what Timberpaw would do if she crossed the border, if he was even the one she ran into when she did. After her encounter with a clan cat and being chased out of his territory made trying to find out what the large animals meant seem boring. It was hard to believe that at one point she found that interesting. But then again that had been before she had discovered the clans were real. But finally those four moons of boredom were up, because Luna had just crossed the SkyClan border. She could suddenly smell all the old smells of SkyClan, this time they were fresh and nice. She smiled, and began looking around, trying to spot a golden butterfly, which was the thing that had led her to SkyClan in the first place. She began to walk around, but stopped suddenly when she smelled a scent that was a little too familiar.


If anyone knew Timberpaw, then they would know he wasn’t the easiest to get along with. He hardly had any friends, and if he had, they were remotely associates. Timberpaw was a leader. He was a boss. The only thing on his mind was becoming a warrior. He had one more moon before he was a warrior. Perhaps, that was why on this particular day, he had a little bounce in his step. Timberpaw finished delivering a starling into a hidden pile. Two dead mice were in this hole, and he dug up a small dust of dirt to cover his catches. The fresh kill he caught should had been enough to cater to his clan, but Timberpaw wanted to go above and beyond the expectations set for him. Others wonder about his abrasive personality. His apathy that he feels for no one. Timberpaw’s golden eyes were lifeless. They did not tell a story. Those emotionless orbs never shone unless the sun reflected in them. Within those stretch of moons, he had put on much muscle. With a thick pelt, the mane around his neck fluffy and unkempt. His gait was more heavy, and his paw pads were as hard as a brick. Timberpaw didn’t believe in relaxation. He never took time to lounge around and relax. Everything was about work. There was always something to do in Skyclan to help it prosper. This life he served was not for himself. He worked for his family, for his leader, for his deputy, for his clan. So, if Timberpaw wasn’t battling to strengthen himself, then he was hunting to make sure everyone would eat. The grey tom parted his jaws to contact a scent, however, it was met with something unpleasant. Well, the scent wasn’t disgusting. In fact, it was a very sweet scent, but it was a scent that wasn’t supposed to be in Skyclan. Timberpaw almost growled. He faintly remembered that aroma. The tom perked his ears, growling. Timberpaw narrowed his gaze. He started padding forward until he was met with a family tabby pelt that made his own fur shift on end. When he saw her face again, he swiftly ran up towards her, trying to appear menacing as he towered above her. It had been four moons...he was fine for four moons, and now she was back? Timberpaw’s eyes trailed her physique before he brought his amber eyes to glow into her own hues. He snarled, “What are you doing back here?” He spat.

[Cosmo]

If anyone knew Timberpaw, then they would know he wasn’t the easiest to get along with. He hardly had any friends, and if he had, they were remotely associates. Timberpaw was a leader. He was a boss. The only thing on his mind was becoming a warrior. He had one more moon before he was a warrior. Perhaps, that was why on this particular day, he had a little bounce in his step. Timberpaw finished delivering a starling into a hidden pile. Two dead mice were in this hole, and he dug up a small dust of dirt to cover his catches. The fresh kill he caught should had been enough to cater to his clan, but Timberpaw wanted to go above and beyond the expectations set for him. Others wonder about his abrasive personality. His apathy that he feels for no one. Timberpaw’s golden eyes were lifeless. They did not tell a story. Those emotionless orbs never shone unless the sun reflected in them. Within those stretch of moons, he had put on much muscle. With a thick pelt, the mane around his neck fluffy and unkempt. His gait was more heavy, and his paw pads were as hard as a brick. Timberpaw didn’t believe in relaxation. He never took time to lounge around and relax. Everything was about work. There was always something to do in Skyclan to help it prosper. This life he served was not for himself. He worked for his family, for his leader, for his deputy, for his clan. So, if Timberpaw wasn’t battling to strengthen himself, then he was hunting to make sure everyone would eat. The grey tom parted his jaws to contact a scent, however, it was met with something unpleasant. Well, the scent wasn’t disgusting. In fact, it was a very sweet scent, but it was a scent that wasn’t supposed to be in Skyclan. Timberpaw almost growled. He faintly remembered that aroma. The tom perked his ears, growling. Timberpaw narrowed his gaze. He started padding forward until he was met with a family tabby pelt that made his own fur shift on end. When he saw her face again, he swiftly ran up towards her, trying to appear menacing as he towered above her. It had been four moons...he was fine for four moons, and now she was back? Timberpaw’s eyes trailed her physique before he brought his amber eyes to glow into her own hues. He snarled, “What are you doing back here?” He spat.

Luna looked up at the large gray tom towering over her. She lifted a paw and began to groom it, showing she was not at all frightened by him, even though he had definitely grown more muscular and larger over the past four moons. Luna had grown larger, but not muscular. She was still as thin as she had been, but she had a feeling she might be faster than the tom if he tried to chase her out again and threatened to attack her. She wouldn't leave, he could try to make her but she was not leaving. Not only had she grown in height, but she had grown in courage. Luna closed her eyes pretending not to notice him for a while. She was annoyed by him, no doubt, but she also found his annoyance amusing. He was like no cat she had ever met, closed off, guarded and real bossy. Luna was a sweet, bubbly cat, who you would probably expect to be scared of or disgusted by Timberpaw's type. But she was not, she found him confusing yes, but also interesting and amusing. He was rather funny in even though he didn't intend to be funny. She opened one electric blue eye to gaze up at the tom and smirked. "Excuse me, can't you give a lady some peace?" She asked, huffing. Luna liked to talk about herself, and he seemed to be directing the conversation to her, if he wanted her to leave he could talk about himself, she might be so bored she'd leave. She walked away from him, and stopped a few fox-lengths away, turning back to look at him. Luna prided herself for her acting skills, if she wanted a cat to believe something that wasn't true she could, at least it had worked in the past. Luna looked at him seriously, doing her best to mask the amusement she was truly feeling.

[Brilliance]

Luna looked up at the large gray tom towering over her. She lifted a paw and began to groom it, showing she was not at all frightened by him, even though he had definitely grown more muscular and larger over the past four moons. Luna had grown larger, but not muscular. She was still as thin as she had been, but she had a feeling she might be faster than the tom if he tried to chase her out again and threatened to attack her. She wouldn't leave, he could try to make her but she was not leaving. Not only had she grown in height, but she had grown in courage. Luna closed her eyes pretending not to notice him for a while. She was annoyed by him, no doubt, but she also found his annoyance amusing. He was like no cat she had ever met, closed off, guarded and real bossy. Luna was a sweet, bubbly cat, who you would probably expect to be scared of or disgusted by Timberpaw's type. But she was not, she found him confusing yes, but also interesting and amusing. He was rather funny in even though he didn't intend to be funny. She opened one electric blue eye to gaze up at the tom and smirked. "Excuse me, can't you give a lady some peace?" She asked, huffing. Luna liked to talk about herself, and he seemed to be directing the conversation to her, if he wanted her to leave he could talk about himself, she might be so bored she'd leave. She walked away from him, and stopped a few fox-lengths away, turning back to look at him. Luna prided herself for her acting skills, if she wanted a cat to believe something that wasn't true she could, at least it had worked in the past. Luna looked at him seriously, doing her best to mask the amusement she was truly feeling.


When the Molly began nonchatantly started grooming her paw, it made Timberpaw growl. Her presence made his fur bush up, bristling into a upward spike. The little brat...she had grown, he could see. Yet, she was still puny to him. He wanted to smack her with one of his paws and watch her break under him. “You can’t just come waltzing in her like you’re apart of this clan!” He seethed. Timberpaw was not one to go against or the one for patience. Currently, he tried to bury down his anger. Within four moons, he lost his brother, so he only had three sisters who he protected with his last breath. He couldn’t protect Duckpaw from being murdered, but he would protect Amberpaw, Sunrisepaw, and Vulturepaw - at least try to. Which was another reason for the fact he trained a lot harder and longer than most apprentices his age. Timberpaw snapped his jaws at his unwanted company’s words. Did she really just say that? He was ready to threaten her, but she walked away. This fueled a flame in Timberpaw for he quickly leapt up and thrusted his muzzle into her face, baring his teeth. “There’s no peace for you in Skyclan!” He spoke lowly, so only she could hear. “You don’t even belong in Skyclan, so it’ll be peace once you live.” As golden eyes met electric blue ones, he could see tainted playfulness. The way she coyly played off as being annoyed with him. Was she amused by this? Was she toying with him? Timberpaw pulled himself away, blinking his eyes. “I’m asking you nicely to leave. And, I’m only asking you once.” He says, his voice deep and unwavering. There was always some cat to annoy him. Once he felt a little good on this day, someone just had to ruin it. It seems that this Molly couldn’t keep away...however, Timberpaw was too busy to remember her name.

[Cosmo]

When the Molly began nonchatantly started grooming her paw, it made Timberpaw growl. Her presence made his fur bush up, bristling into a upward spike. The little brat...she had grown, he could see. Yet, she was still puny to him. He wanted to smack her with one of his paws and watch her break under him. “You can’t just come waltzing in her like you’re apart of this clan!” He seethed. Timberpaw was not one to go against or the one for patience. Currently, he tried to bury down his anger. Within four moons, he lost his brother, so he only had three sisters who he protected with his last breath. He couldn’t protect Duckpaw from being murdered, but he would protect Amberpaw, Sunrisepaw, and Vulturepaw - at least try to. Which was another reason for the fact he trained a lot harder and longer than most apprentices his age. Timberpaw snapped his jaws at his unwanted company’s words. Did she really just say that? He was ready to threaten her, but she walked away. This fueled a flame in Timberpaw for he quickly leapt up and thrusted his muzzle into her face, baring his teeth. “There’s no peace for you in Skyclan!” He spoke lowly, so only she could hear. “You don’t even belong in Skyclan, so it’ll be peace once you live.” As golden eyes met electric blue ones, he could see tainted playfulness. The way she coyly played off as being annoyed with him. Was she amused by this? Was she toying with him? Timberpaw pulled himself away, blinking his eyes. “I’m asking you nicely to leave. And, I’m only asking you once.” He says, his voice deep and unwavering. There was always some cat to annoy him. Once he felt a little good on this day, someone just had to ruin it. It seems that this Molly couldn’t keep away...however, Timberpaw was too busy to remember her name.


Luna looked up at him and rolled her eyes. "Look, I know you're a grumpy cat, but honestly the act is getting a little boring." Luna stressed little a too much for it to be true. She was trying to be polite. The other thing for her to do would be freak out and yell at him for being unbelievably annoying with the grumpy bossy way he was acting. "SkyClan will be at peace one you loose that attitude." Even though she was talking to a moon older, much taller, much larger and much stronger cat, Luna did not even try to take the sass out of her voice. "I don't trust you anymore, last time you were 'asking me nicely' you chased me away." She stated honestly, snorting in disbelief. She did not think it was possible for the tom to be polite. And if he thought he could clearly he was not the smartest cat, because there was no way he knew what polite was. Luna was a nice cat, but she did get carried away sometimes. She was sassy, and liked to talk only about herself, and could definitely be rude, but at least she knew what polite was and knew how to be polite. She could say the word thank you, and she allowed non-threatening cats on her land. Luna was not threatening, so Timberpaw should at least let her near the border, even a little over it, which she happened to be. She did not understand clan life, and perhaps there was some sort of strict rule, but surely cats broke small rules of the code everyday and it went unpunished. She was only a little over the border anyway.

[Brilliance]

Luna looked up at him and rolled her eyes. "Look, I know you're a grumpy cat, but honestly the act is getting a little boring." Luna stressed little a too much for it to be true. She was trying to be polite. The other thing for her to do would be freak out and yell at him for being unbelievably annoying with the grumpy bossy way he was acting. "SkyClan will be at peace one you loose that attitude." Even though she was talking to a moon older, much taller, much larger and much stronger cat, Luna did not even try to take the sass out of her voice. "I don't trust you anymore, last time you were 'asking me nicely' you chased me away." She stated honestly, snorting in disbelief. She did not think it was possible for the tom to be polite. And if he thought he could clearly he was not the smartest cat, because there was no way he knew what polite was. Luna was a nice cat, but she did get carried away sometimes. She was sassy, and liked to talk only about herself, and could definitely be rude, but at least she knew what polite was and knew how to be polite. She could say the word thank you, and she allowed non-threatening cats on her land. Luna was not threatening, so Timberpaw should at least let her near the border, even a little over it, which she happened to be. She did not understand clan life, and perhaps there was some sort of strict rule, but surely cats broke small rules of the code everyday and it went unpunished. She was only a little over the border anyway.


Grumpy cat? Timberpaw knew he was far from being a grumpy cat. Sure, he was mean. He was aggressive. He was always serious. But, he wasn’t always mad at the world. Timberpaw was a pretty easy cat to please if one allowed themselves to cater to his interests. He liked the active work not being stationary. He likes to be noticed for his accomplishments. To put short, he wanted to be the best. Protecting Skyclan from unwanted pests, such as the Molly in front of him was a job he took to heart. “And, you’re too much of a curious cat!” He retorted, a little disgusted. It was alright to be curious, but it wasn’t alright to be too curious. On the borderline of being nosy, is what Timberpaw called it. “Curiosity is what killed the cat, sweetheart.” He spat venomously, sarcastically. If she strayed too far, Timberpaw was gonna have to take precautions and handle her himself. If it were any other loyal cat, wouldn’t they have killed her by now? Most certainly! Here he was, showing that he was “nice” enough to allow her to live if only she listened to him. In response, she was only giving him sass. Timberpaw felt his claws slip out onto the rough resurface. Patience, he inwardly reminds himself. Patience that he don’t have. “Why don’t you help me lose that attitude?” He spoke, roughly. “Because you’re the main cause of it.” Skyclan was used to the tom who took initiative when no one else did. They were used to his callous tone and simply went along or ignored it. It took all of Timberpaw’s strength to not swing a paw at this Molly and watch her body fling to outside the border, possibly where she had came from. He couldn’t believe his ears when she spoke of their last encounter. He stared dumbfounded at her. The expression of really drawn onto his face. “You shouldn’t be here, anyway.” He says, giving a roll of his eyes. “Go back to being a,” Timberpaw paused to examine the female in front of him. He couldn’t call her a kittypet for she lacked a collar, so maybe she was a loner? Maybe she had a band of other cats that consisted of her family, so it made her a rogue. Wherever she came from, Timberpaw didn’t care. He just wanted her gone. “...loner. We don’t take kindly to those around here.” If Grousestar found her around here, he would send her away, perhaps. Timberpaw got to his paws to ruffle the growing mane around his neck, the only part of his pelt that stuck out. He circled around the puny female, his eyes slitted, his ears perked, the look in his eyes fierce, considered famothable. “I’m done playing mister nice guy with you,” he chuckled harshly. Timberpaw may not have been any importance to his clan like the deputy or leader. He was simply an apprentice. Possibly even a strong warrior someday, but when he gave an order to his clan mates, he expected it to be followed. “What do you want anyway? Besides annoying me to death. What does Skyclan have any interest to you?” The tom stopped in front of the female, his gaze firmly locked on hers.

[Aquarius]

Cardinalsong shuffled through the camp entrance, prepared to hunt. The red molly was quite bored and her senses were on alert, so she had asked and approved her decision to go hunting. The trees seemed extremely welcoming, as they usually did to her. Though not of SkyClan blood, this had been the only home the she-cat had ever known, and she would give her life to anyone in her Clan willingly if asked. She ended up purring out loud to herself, her pawsteps quiet against the well-trodden path that hunters normally took out of camp. Her blue eyes sparkling, the pale warrior got increasingly slower as she made her way out of camp, in order not to startle any prey that would be coming her way. She found joy in hunting - not in the killing part, of course, but in the part where every piece of prey meant one less hungry stomach at the end of the night. This brought a smile to Cardinalsong's face, and she continued on her way, wondering if anyone would decide to follow her after all. Before heading out she had asked around camp, but no one had given her a straight answer and she ended going out alone, anyways. Solitude wasn't something she didn't like, she actually quite enjoyed it - but it was always nice to have someone around to talk to when the forest was quite quiet. Some swift clouds just barely covered up the thin sunshine, but the warmth lingered on the molly's pelt as she held her nose close to the ground, her mouth slightly open to scent any prey that may be scampering her way.
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Beau

[dionysus]

Cardinalsong shuffled through the camp entrance, prepared to hunt. The red molly was quite bored and her senses were on alert, so she had asked and approved her decision to go hunting. The trees seemed extremely welcoming, as they usually did to her. Though not of SkyClan blood, this had been the only home the she-cat had ever known, and she would give her life to anyone in her Clan willingly if asked. She ended up purring out loud to herself, her pawsteps quiet against the well-trodden path that hunters normally took out of camp. Her blue eyes sparkling, the pale warrior got increasingly slower as she made her way out of camp, in order not to startle any prey that would be coming her way. She found joy in hunting - not in the killing part, of course, but in the part where every piece of prey meant one less hungry stomach at the end of the night. This brought a smile to Cardinalsong's face, and she continued on her way, wondering if anyone would decide to follow her after all. Before heading out she had asked around camp, but no one had given her a straight answer and she ended going out alone, anyways. Solitude wasn't something she didn't like, she actually quite enjoyed it - but it was always nice to have someone around to talk to when the forest was quite quiet. Some swift clouds just barely covered up the thin sunshine, but the warmth lingered on the molly's pelt as she held her nose close to the ground, her mouth slightly open to scent any prey that may be scampering her way.
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@Beau (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=114)

Huge paws thundered the ground as Warrenflight galloped out of the camp. He had just exited the nursery, where he had been visiting his young family, when he noticed someone leaving camp. The new father was dying to hunt with another cat, talk to another cat about things other than kits! The tom loved his kits above all else and would give them the fur off his back and all the blood in his veins if they asked, but he was still getting used to being a father and need a reprieve to do his usual warrior duties. He wished he could go hunting with Goldenrain again, but the only cat they knew that was available to watch the kits was Dredgecoat and Warrenflight didn't trust his reckless brother with the kits while they were so young. So, he had bid his love goodbye, promising to return with a plump squirrel and that they'd go hunting together soon. Without Goldenrain to accompany him, Warrenflight was looking at hunting alone...again. He hadn't hunted alone so much since he was a young warrior, before he'd met Goldenrain. Usually, they went out together and talked and played while hunting. Luckily, he had noticed the red-furred she-cat leaving and overheard her asking someone to hunt with her. Warrenflight caught up quickly thanks to his long legs and big paws and panted, "Excuse me, but you're going hunting, right? My name is Warrenflight, would you mind if I join you?" After a brief pause, the tom added, "Please, I'm desperate! I haven't been hunting with another cat in a quarter moon!" Warrenflight knew that he must appear somewhat crazy. He hadn't slept much in the past few days so his eyes were wide and droopy and his fur was disheveled from playing with his kits in the nursery.

[Aquarius]

Huge paws thundered the ground as Warrenflight galloped out of the camp. He had just exited the nursery, where he had been visiting his young family, when he noticed someone leaving camp. The new father was dying to hunt with another cat, talk to another cat about things other than kits! The tom loved his kits above all else and would give them the fur off his back and all the blood in his veins if they asked, but he was still getting used to being a father and need a reprieve to do his usual warrior duties. He wished he could go hunting with Goldenrain again, but the only cat they knew that was available to watch the kits was Dredgecoat and Warrenflight didn't trust his reckless brother with the kits while they were so young. So, he had bid his love goodbye, promising to return with a plump squirrel and that they'd go hunting together soon. Without Goldenrain to accompany him, Warrenflight was looking at hunting alone...again. He hadn't hunted alone so much since he was a young warrior, before he'd met Goldenrain. Usually, they went out together and talked and played while hunting. Luckily, he had noticed the red-furred she-cat leaving and overheard her asking someone to hunt with her. Warrenflight caught up quickly thanks to his long legs and big paws and panted, "Excuse me, but you're going hunting, right? My name is Warrenflight, would you mind if I join you?" After a brief pause, the tom added, "Please, I'm desperate! I haven't been hunting with another cat in a quarter moon!" Warrenflight knew that he must appear somewhat crazy. He hadn't slept much in the past few days so his eyes were wide and droopy and his fur was disheveled from playing with his kits in the nursery.


The molly heard pawsteps coming up from behind her and turned in confusion, wondering if the thing following her was a cat or a fox. She saw an overly exhausted cat plodding towards her, and she took note that she had seen this cat around camp, although they had never spoken. She opened her mouth to greet him but the other warrior got there faster, and by the time he was done talking a million fox-lengths an hour, Cardinalsong's head was already spinning. After she took a second to process it, she nodded her head eagerly in response - even if Warrenflight did look a little insane at the time of their meeting. "O-Oh of course! I was hoping I wouldn't have to hunt alone today," she added with a chuckle, remembering the rest of the SkyClanners who had turned her down. And now, here was this tom, practically pleading to hunt. She thought of the little story he told and tried to fit the pieces together in her mind, wondering where she had heard this cat from before.
"Oh!" Exclaimed the molly suddenly. The gears in her brain finally started twisting as she padded on through the sparse territory, looking for any possible prey sources while keeping up a conversation. "You're the new father. It sounds lonesome, being stuck in a den. But imagine how your mate feels!" She said with a mrow of amusement. Toms were allowed to go out, at least, but she found it nice that he had actually chosen to stay with his family and watch over them.

[dionysus]

The molly heard pawsteps coming up from behind her and turned in confusion, wondering if the thing following her was a cat or a fox. She saw an overly exhausted cat plodding towards her, and she took note that she had seen this cat around camp, although they had never spoken. She opened her mouth to greet him but the other warrior got there faster, and by the time he was done talking a million fox-lengths an hour, Cardinalsong's head was already spinning. After she took a second to process it, she nodded her head eagerly in response - even if Warrenflight did look a little insane at the time of their meeting. "O-Oh of course! I was hoping I wouldn't have to hunt alone today," she added with a chuckle, remembering the rest of the SkyClanners who had turned her down. And now, here was this tom, practically pleading to hunt. She thought of the little story he told and tried to fit the pieces together in her mind, wondering where she had heard this cat from before.
"Oh!" Exclaimed the molly suddenly. The gears in her brain finally started twisting as she padded on through the sparse territory, looking for any possible prey sources while keeping up a conversation. "You're the new father. It sounds lonesome, being stuck in a den. But imagine how your mate feels!" She said with a mrow of amusement. Toms were allowed to go out, at least, but she found it nice that he had actually chosen to stay with his family and watch over them.
”Thank you,” Warrenflight sighed, shaking his coat out in an attempt to make himself more presentable. The she-cat beside him was giving him an odd look and Warrenflight began to worry that he had tufts of fur sticking up somewhere. However, his worry was appeased when she exclaimed that he was ‘the new father,’ which he was; she must have been thinking. “Oh, yes! Indeed I am. My apologies, I thought I must have had some fur sticking up oddly! He listened as his fellow warrior continued and he chuckled, “You have a point there! I’m afraid I’m being a bit of a traitor! We usually go hunting together, but I needed some time to breathe. I’m on a quest for the largest squirrel in the forest for her for forgiveness. Will you help me....I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’m not completely sure of your name! It’s Cardinal, right? Cardinal-“ Warrebflight started walking briskly forward, keeping his ears perked for any sound, ”So, where were you planning to hunt?” Warrenflight has suggestions, of course, but had become more aware of his own bossiness and was attempting to get it under control, so he waited for her opinion.

[Aquarius]

”Thank you,” Warrenflight sighed, shaking his coat out in an attempt to make himself more presentable. The she-cat beside him was giving him an odd look and Warrenflight began to worry that he had tufts of fur sticking up somewhere. However, his worry was appeased when she exclaimed that he was ‘the new father,’ which he was; she must have been thinking. “Oh, yes! Indeed I am. My apologies, I thought I must have had some fur sticking up oddly! He listened as his fellow warrior continued and he chuckled, “You have a point there! I’m afraid I’m being a bit of a traitor! We usually go hunting together, but I needed some time to breathe. I’m on a quest for the largest squirrel in the forest for her for forgiveness. Will you help me....I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’m not completely sure of your name! It’s Cardinal, right? Cardinal-“ Warrebflight started walking briskly forward, keeping his ears perked for any sound, ”So, where were you planning to hunt?” Warrenflight has suggestions, of course, but had become more aware of his own bossiness and was attempting to get it under control, so he waited for her opinion.

The molly dipped her head towards Warrenflight. She did indeed have a longer name then some warriors, so she wasn't surprised that this cat she barely met could not remember it. Padding forward, she chatted quickly, her eyes on alert and her ears pricked erect for any sign of prey. The two had gone far enough from the camp now that they were in the hunting area, large trees towering everywhere and sparse undergrowth snarling around the roots. "Cardinalsong," she informed him politely. After hearing his question, she didn't want to admit that she hadn't really made up a plan or w route for where they would hunt, and would just watch out for prey along the way on their trod to nowhere. She had just wanted to get out of camp in the first place, but she had wanted to be productive as she seperated herself from the rest of her Clanmates too. The she-cat swallowed hard. "I don't know, exactly. There's a grove near here Auroraflame informed me of lately, she says she spotted a nest of thrushes or two last time her and her patrol came up here. We could search for that," she suggested, thinking on her paws. Hunting with another cat was a fresh break from hunting in solitude, and she quite enjoyed it, but she wasn't used to the one leading the patrol or scouting the route. Pretending she did gave her a sense of confidence, though, so she made her mind churn enough to make something up on the spot.

[dionysus]

The molly dipped her head towards Warrenflight. She did indeed have a longer name then some warriors, so she wasn't surprised that this cat she barely met could not remember it. Padding forward, she chatted quickly, her eyes on alert and her ears pricked erect for any sign of prey. The two had gone far enough from the camp now that they were in the hunting area, large trees towering everywhere and sparse undergrowth snarling around the roots. "Cardinalsong," she informed him politely. After hearing his question, she didn't want to admit that she hadn't really made up a plan or w route for where they would hunt, and would just watch out for prey along the way on their trod to nowhere. She had just wanted to get out of camp in the first place, but she had wanted to be productive as she seperated herself from the rest of her Clanmates too. The she-cat swallowed hard. "I don't know, exactly. There's a grove near here Auroraflame informed me of lately, she says she spotted a nest of thrushes or two last time her and her patrol came up here. We could search for that," she suggested, thinking on her paws. Hunting with another cat was a fresh break from hunting in solitude, and she quite enjoyed it, but she wasn't used to the one leading the patrol or scouting the route. Pretending she did gave her a sense of confidence, though, so she made her mind churn enough to make something up on the spot.

Warrenflight nodded, "Ahh, Cardinalsong. I remember now." As they padded forward through the forest, Warrenflight glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, waiting her answer to his question. His paws itched to take charge and lead the way to a perfect spot around the roots of a sycamore tree. The roots were simply teeming with critters and the branches waved and bowed under even more creatures. However, he knew that the warrior beside him was fully capable of making decisions and choosing good places to hunt. Warrenflight had always been a rather bossy cat, and having young kits seemed to have heightened that. He did his best to calm the impatient pounding of his heart. This is just a leisurely hunt. You are going to stand back and let someone else make the decisions and just enjoy nature. The large tom breathed in deeply and let it out, feeling himself calm down to a relaxed state. Cardinalsong suggested a nearby grove and Warrenflight inwardly frowned; he had somewhat expected her to mention the same tree he had been thinking about. Outwardly, though, he wore a bright smile and nodded. "Sounds good to me!" The maine coon warrior turned his paws in the correct direction and continued his calm walk with perked ears.

[Static]

Coldwind circled around the squirrel to keep downwind and out of its sight.His paws landed lightly on the ground,not making a noise.When he was behind it,he stalked closer,placing his paws lightly on the ground.When he was only a few taillengths away,he prepared to pounce.A loud snap broke the silence.One of his paws had hit a small twig,snapping it.The squirrles head shot up,holding the acorn.It started to run,So the gray Tom pounced,knowing though it was probably to late to catch it.It ran under a tree root,disappearing under the tree.
"Foxdung!" Coldwind hissed,pacing around the tree.The past moon hadn't been going well for him.First off,his daughter had broke her leg,and he still didn't know if she would ever be a warrior a again,and secondly, the past four times he had went hunting,he hadn't found a thing.This time,he had found something,but he hadn't managed to catch it,meaning he would go back to camp empty handed again .He sighed,walking away from the tree.He still had time to bring something back maby,even if it was only a mouse.He stopped after walking a few tail lengths though,smelling someone else in the air.He recognized the scent immediately. How could he forget it?They had been the only one that could make him not feel alone again sence his mate died.He looked around,trying to see them and determine if the scent was stale or not.


CFVY

[Leucos]

Coldwind circled around the squirrel to keep downwind and out of its sight.His paws landed lightly on the ground,not making a noise.When he was behind it,he stalked closer,placing his paws lightly on the ground.When he was only a few taillengths away,he prepared to pounce.A loud snap broke the silence.One of his paws had hit a small twig,snapping it.The squirrles head shot up,holding the acorn.It started to run,So the gray Tom pounced,knowing though it was probably to late to catch it.It ran under a tree root,disappearing under the tree.
"Foxdung!" Coldwind hissed,pacing around the tree.The past moon hadn't been going well for him.First off,his daughter had broke her leg,and he still didn't know if she would ever be a warrior a again,and secondly, the past four times he had went hunting,he hadn't found a thing.This time,he had found something,but he hadn't managed to catch it,meaning he would go back to camp empty handed again .He sighed,walking away from the tree.He still had time to bring something back maby,even if it was only a mouse.He stopped after walking a few tail lengths though,smelling someone else in the air.He recognized the scent immediately. How could he forget it?They had been the only one that could make him not feel alone again sence his mate died.He looked around,trying to see them and determine if the scent was stale or not.


CFVY

Swanheart hummed marry tune as she was walking threw the territory her nose twitched as she caught the sent of a mouse which she did enjoyed to hunt mice were one of her favorites the she cat put her nose to the ground and trailed it she was worried about purekit her sweet daughter since the last time they were together she had to go to the medicine cats den since she took a bite of a mouse that didn't settle with her . She felt terrible and was thinking what could have gone wrong . it couldn't have been that old? I didn't feel any stomach pain oh my poor girl ..hopefully she's ok she stopped. She caught the sent it was fresh she looked ahead and found the mouse nibbling on something she crouched down and slowly stalked it once she thought she was close enough to the mouse , she ran up to it but the mouse turned around and it spotted swanheart now running away and in the direction coldwind was in . Sweethearts head perked up her eyes widened and she picked up her speed " no no no no! Come back here you mouse! " she meowed she sounded frustrated and kinda desperate she wanted to get a fresh piece of kill for her daughter that hopefully wouldn't upset her stomach she didn't pay attention to where she was heading only focused on the mouse she stumbled a bit but caught her balance . She was catching up to the mouse and she smiled.

[Static]

Swanheart hummed marry tune as she was walking threw the territory her nose twitched as she caught the sent of a mouse which she did enjoyed to hunt mice were one of her favorites the she cat put her nose to the ground and trailed it she was worried about purekit her sweet daughter since the last time they were together she had to go to the medicine cats den since she took a bite of a mouse that didn't settle with her . She felt terrible and was thinking what could have gone wrong . it couldn't have been that old? I didn't feel any stomach pain oh my poor girl ..hopefully she's ok she stopped. She caught the sent it was fresh she looked ahead and found the mouse nibbling on something she crouched down and slowly stalked it once she thought she was close enough to the mouse , she ran up to it but the mouse turned around and it spotted swanheart now running away and in the direction coldwind was in . Sweethearts head perked up her eyes widened and she picked up her speed " no no no no! Come back here you mouse! " she meowed she sounded frustrated and kinda desperate she wanted to get a fresh piece of kill for her daughter that hopefully wouldn't upset her stomach she didn't pay attention to where she was heading only focused on the mouse she stumbled a bit but caught her balance . She was catching up to the mouse and she smiled.
The first thing Coldwind saw was the mouse.He headed stumbling not far behind,but couldn't help it when the mouse ran directly at him,actually bumping into him and giving a startled sqeak.He caught if in his paws,about to make the killing blow.He had forgotten about Swanheart coming after the mouse just a few taillengths away.When he looked up,he felt a weight run into him,dropping the mouse at the impact.He scrambled free from the other cat,about to scold them,but just before he did he realized it was Swanheart.He couldn't help it.
"Loose your footing,or did you confuse me for the mouse?" he asked amused.He usually didnt make jokes,or smile at all.But now,he was doing both.
The mouse was now beside Swanheart,but couldn't run because even though Coldwind didn't have time to kill it,he had wounded it's leg so it couldn't run.He didn't realize it wasn't dead yet though.

[Leucos]

The first thing Coldwind saw was the mouse.He headed stumbling not far behind,but couldn't help it when the mouse ran directly at him,actually bumping into him and giving a startled sqeak.He caught if in his paws,about to make the killing blow.He had forgotten about Swanheart coming after the mouse just a few taillengths away.When he looked up,he felt a weight run into him,dropping the mouse at the impact.He scrambled free from the other cat,about to scold them,but just before he did he realized it was Swanheart.He couldn't help it.
"Loose your footing,or did you confuse me for the mouse?" he asked amused.He usually didnt make jokes,or smile at all.But now,he was doing both.
The mouse was now beside Swanheart,but couldn't run because even though Coldwind didn't have time to kill it,he had wounded it's leg so it couldn't run.He didn't realize it wasn't dead yet though.

When swanheart ran into another cat she emedietly panicked she stood up quickly and her ears flattened now embarrassed at herself
" I am so sorry I didn't see where I was going I was only trying to -" she was cut off as she looked at the tom it was coldwind she couldn't help but feel warm and happy then she raised her eyebrow at his joke she giggled
" well now joking are we charming ? Never heard you do that before but no I was only chasing the mouse which we both seemed to find an interest in " she meowed mixed with a giggle she looked down at the wounded mouse and her ears pointed forward as she stared at it for a while then she looked back at coldwind which she noticed was empty pawed she sharpened her right claw and killed the mouse now nudging it over to coldwind " here it looks like you need this one more then me " she meowed with a smile " also I'm sorry about raventalon " she added

[Static]

When swanheart ran into another cat she emedietly panicked she stood up quickly and her ears flattened now embarrassed at herself
" I am so sorry I didn't see where I was going I was only trying to -" she was cut off as she looked at the tom it was coldwind she couldn't help but feel warm and happy then she raised her eyebrow at his joke she giggled
" well now joking are we charming ? Never heard you do that before but no I was only chasing the mouse which we both seemed to find an interest in " she meowed mixed with a giggle she looked down at the wounded mouse and her ears pointed forward as she stared at it for a while then she looked back at coldwind which she noticed was empty pawed she sharpened her right claw and killed the mouse now nudging it over to coldwind " here it looks like you need this one more then me " she meowed with a smile " also I'm sorry about raventalon " she added
"It's fine.It wasn't your fault.And you can have the mouse.I just wanted to bring something to the fresh kill pile.You probably need it for someone." He said.He remembered Streampaw in the medicine den,but was sure she had already gotten something from the medicine cat,and he had eaten before he went hunting.He looked at the mouse,And remembered swanheart had a kit."You could give it to Purekit." He told her.

[Leucos]

"It's fine.It wasn't your fault.And you can have the mouse.I just wanted to bring something to the fresh kill pile.You probably need it for someone." He said.He remembered Streampaw in the medicine den,but was sure she had already gotten something from the medicine cat,and he had eaten before he went hunting.He looked at the mouse,And remembered swanheart had a kit."You could give it to Purekit." He told her.

Her ears perked up and smiled softly " I was planning to do that since..well the last time I saw her she was headed to the med cat den " she said her voice trailed off and she looked down feeling worried again . She shook her head slightly and picked up the mouse with her jaws now setting it beside her paws. She looked back at the tom " so any ways how have you been ? And thank you but are you sure there isn't any way to make it up to you? " she asked worry was written all over her face her tail flicked a few times .

[Static]

Her ears perked up and smiled softly " I was planning to do that since..well the last time I saw her she was headed to the med cat den " she said her voice trailed off and she looked down feeling worried again . She shook her head slightly and picked up the mouse with her jaws now setting it beside her paws. She looked back at the tom " so any ways how have you been ? And thank you but are you sure there isn't any way to make it up to you? " she asked worry was written all over her face her tail flicked a few times .
"Well streampaw broke her leg and I havnt heard anything from the medicine cat,and I can't find her mentor to see what happened,but besides that not much." He said,"But you don't have to pay me back.It wasn't your fault.You had nothing to do with it." He said,sitting down and curling his tail around his paws.

[Leucos]

"Well streampaw broke her leg and I havnt heard anything from the medicine cat,and I can't find her mentor to see what happened,but besides that not much." He said,"But you don't have to pay me back.It wasn't your fault.You had nothing to do with it." He said,sitting down and curling his tail around his paws.

Swanhearts ears flattened for two reasons one was because of the news of streampaw which she didn't even know of but it still sounded terrible and two was because she still felt like she should at least make it up to him something like that shouldn't just be done and do nothing about it after wards but if coldwind said she don't have to then she wont. She tilted her head in curiosity she wondered if streampaw was either his apprentice or maybe a friend
" im really sorry about streampaw but I've got to ask who is she? Your friend ? Apprentice maybe ? " she asked her tail flicked again

[Static]

Swanhearts ears flattened for two reasons one was because of the news of streampaw which she didn't even know of but it still sounded terrible and two was because she still felt like she should at least make it up to him something like that shouldn't just be done and do nothing about it after wards but if coldwind said she don't have to then she wont. She tilted her head in curiosity she wondered if streampaw was either his apprentice or maybe a friend
" im really sorry about streampaw but I've got to ask who is she? Your friend ? Apprentice maybe ? " she asked her tail flicked again
"She's my daughter.I don't think I ever told you." He said.Their last conversation had ended with them catching Raventalon trying to get them to hate each other,but that didn't work out for her.After that,he had never really had time to talk,and he hadn't told her anything about his family except about Fernsong,his former mate who had died in a battle with the dusk syndicate.

[Leucos]

"She's my daughter.I don't think I ever told you." He said.Their last conversation had ended with them catching Raventalon trying to get them to hate each other,but that didn't work out for her.After that,he had never really had time to talk,and he hadn't told her anything about his family except about Fernsong,his former mate who had died in a battle with the dusk syndicate.

Her head perked up and eyes widened when coldwind said streampaw was his daughter " o-oh! I'm so sorry I didnt mean to assume anything else . Again I'm sorry about what happened to her .. Maybe streampaw and purekit could meet each other one day? I think they might be good friends " she meowed she felt embarrassed that she mistook streampaw for anything else but that lead her to wonder does coldwind have any friends surely he must .Her nose twitched as she smelled something near by when the wind blew it smelled like a vole maybe she took another wif of the air and made her final decision that it was a vole her brown eyes scanned for the creature and pointed her nose to the ground to try and get a better sent. Swiftheart

[Static]

Her head perked up and eyes widened when coldwind said streampaw was his daughter " o-oh! I'm so sorry I didnt mean to assume anything else . Again I'm sorry about what happened to her .. Maybe streampaw and purekit could meet each other one day? I think they might be good friends " she meowed she felt embarrassed that she mistook streampaw for anything else but that lead her to wonder does coldwind have any friends surely he must .Her nose twitched as she smelled something near by when the wind blew it smelled like a vole maybe she took another wif of the air and made her final decision that it was a vole her brown eyes scanned for the creature and pointed her nose to the ground to try and get a better sent. Swiftheart
"Do you need any help?" He asked, not sure if she would want him to help her catch a vole.He stood up,watching her smell the air.He sniffed the air for a second,but didn't smell it anywhere.He didn't move though,not wanting to steal her prey again unless she needed help.

[Leucos]

"Do you need any help?" He asked, not sure if she would want him to help her catch a vole.He stood up,watching her smell the air.He sniffed the air for a second,but didn't smell it anywhere.He didn't move though,not wanting to steal her prey again unless she needed help.

Swanheart looked up from the ground at coldwind and smiled " I would like the help " she answered " I'll go search to the left would you take the right please dear? " she asked nicely and did as she said she listened carefully for any tiny pawsteps that may belong to the creature she speed walked as she kept her nose to the ground catching some old sents from other warriors some were of a squirrel which was also old . She put her head up and scanned the area hoping to find the vole but soon found nothing and she kept walking to the left

[|+sari+|]

Turtlepelt slipped out of the SkyClan camp, feeling refreshed as the sun hit his pelt, causing his gold and brown patches to shine. He smiled at Nightflower beside him and padded down the path, picking his way over stones and rocks. He paused to taste the air and swiveled his ears around, listening.
He looked at Nightflower and pointed his tail in the direction of a large magpie nearbye. He then fluidly dropped into a hunter's crouch and silently stalked towards the bird. Then he leaped gracefully and landed with the bird trapped under his paws. The tom swiftly bit its neck in a killing bite. He then picked it up in his jaws, beaming proudly, and went over to an oak tree. He dug a hole in between the tree and put the magpie inside before putting dirt over it again. They would come back for it later.

Ivyfeather

[Ivyfeather]

Turtlepelt slipped out of the SkyClan camp, feeling refreshed as the sun hit his pelt, causing his gold and brown patches to shine. He smiled at Nightflower beside him and padded down the path, picking his way over stones and rocks. He paused to taste the air and swiveled his ears around, listening.
He looked at Nightflower and pointed his tail in the direction of a large magpie nearbye. He then fluidly dropped into a hunter's crouch and silently stalked towards the bird. Then he leaped gracefully and landed with the bird trapped under his paws. The tom swiftly bit its neck in a killing bite. He then picked it up in his jaws, beaming proudly, and went over to an oak tree. He dug a hole in between the tree and put the magpie inside before putting dirt over it again. They would come back for it later.

Ivyfeather

"Nice!" Nightflower mewed. She raised her head, sniffing for signs of fresh-kill. She heard scuffling at the roots of a beech tree. She dropped into her crouch and silently stalked towards the mouse nibbling a beechnut. She saw the mouse swivel its ears toward her, then it jerked its head in her direction. This was her last chance! She bunched her strong hind muscles and sprang forward, catching the mouse between her paws. It squirmed but she killed it with a swift bite to the neck. She picked the mouse up in her jaws and carried it to the tree where Turtlepelt had buried his prey. She turned questioningly towards Turtlepelt. She wanted so badly to ask him what it was like to be mute but she had no idea how he'd answer. She wished StarClan could give him the power to speak, if only for a few minutes. She turned again, ignoring her want to ask the question, and continued to hunt.

[lone]

Coming out to the territory had always been calming for Blazingcomet. It helped him think about things, and it helped clear his head. Sighing, he settled down in a more sheltered area before looking around. Petal was supposed to meet him out here shortly… he was looking forward to seeing the kittypet again. Since cutting things off with Drizzleshard, Blazingcomet had been depressed, and Petal had been a welcome flirt in his life. Yet, the orange tom did have some sort of feelings for her. She was different then he had thought a kittypet should be. And the fact that it was forbidden only seemed to make those feelings grow, a type of lust rather than love, but Blazingcomet was never going to know that. He believed that he was in love. With Petal this time. Too soon to say? Nah. I waited too long with Drizzleshard, that was our problem. I think that was definitely what happened. The shorter amount of time between developing feelings and admitting them, the better, at least for Blazingcomet. He guessed it would keep the she cat from trying too hard.

Suspiciousmindz

[wickedvirtues]

Dust

Nightbreeze tilted her head in thought for a moment before nodding slowly, "First things first, I need to find out what you already know." The molly motioned with her tail for the apprentice for follow her out off camp, her ears forward as she was on alert for anything stirring in the woods or otherwise. Her paws crunched through small patches of snow and the forest floor debris, the leaf-bare sun warming her back. Looking back to make sure the apprentice was still following, she continued. "You had a mentor previous to me, correct?"

[Go ahead and post in the territory when you reply!]


Summitpaw nodded. That seemed like a simple plan. She followed Nightbreeze, hoping she'd be pleasant. She seemed like it, but still. Summitpaw decided not to jump to conclusions yet. She'd barely even spoken to the older she-cat. She flicked her ears ahead, alert and keen to learn. She fluffed out her fur to keep her lean frame away from the chilled air of leaf-bare. "Yes, one," she mewed, giving a tiny shrug. She wasn't sure what happened to the previous cat.

[Casual Scribbles]

Cleftpaw clawed his way up a tree in a flash. His brother would be coming along soon and he didn't want the other tom to hear him. The fluffy maine coon reached a low branch and crouched there, every sense alert. He allowed himself a quick laugh. He may be clumsy on the ground, but when he climbed he was as agile as a squirrel.

Cleftpaw picked his ears. He could hear Lightpaw approaching. He stilled his every motion and held his breath. He hoped that rolling in the ginger leaves would mask his scent well enough. The dark tabby had found that his blind brother clould hear and smell much better than any of the others, and he didn't want Lightpaw's heightened senses spoiling his fun.

Boba Fett

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw clawed his way up a tree in a flash. His brother would be coming along soon and he didn't want the other tom to hear him. The fluffy maine coon reached a low branch and crouched there, every sense alert. He allowed himself a quick laugh. He may be clumsy on the ground, but when he climbed he was as agile as a squirrel.

Cleftpaw picked his ears. He could hear Lightpaw approaching. He stilled his every motion and held his breath. He hoped that rolling in the ginger leaves would mask his scent well enough. The dark tabby had found that his blind brother clould hear and smell much better than any of the others, and he didn't want Lightpaw's heightened senses spoiling his fun.

Boba Fett
Lightpaw felt the ground beneath him. He had come to know this territory pretty well and had become content with living there, even if he never got to go to gatherings because of his blindness.

He was tracking his brother's scent until suddenly, it just stopped. Lightpaw jerked his head up, surprised. He bent his head down and sniffed around once more. Opening his mouth, he tasted a strong scent on the air. He tracked that until he came across the scourge of the smell.

Lightpaw felt the strong smelling plant, realizing that he had never actually learned what it was. But never mind what he had learned. Lightpaw wasn't stupid. Cleftpaw's had obviously disguised his scent. Lightpaw's whiskers twitched in amusement, Oh Cleftpaw, you tried, he thought, affection swelling in his chest until he let it die down. He had a brother to find.

Lightpaw sniffed around this new plant, trying to track the rest of the plant that must be stuck to Cleftpaw's pelt, until he found the faintest hint of the strong smell. He followed it to a large tree and sat at the bottom of it. He tilted his head up, knowing most cats didn't know he had found them until he actually 'looked' at them, because you know for some reason seeing is believing.

He smiled but then realized that Cleftpaw might be disappointed that he'd found him, some decided to be honest,"You know, Cleftpaw, I wouldn't have found you if I hadn't been trying to," he chuckled,"Rolling in that strong smelling herb! That I'd never even heard of!" he tilted his head.

(Hopefully that wasn't too much to read XD also I am not very good at dividing text into paragraphs yet, but I tried)

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw felt the ground beneath him. He had come to know this territory pretty well and had become content with living there, even if he never got to go to gatherings because of his blindness.

He was tracking his brother's scent until suddenly, it just stopped. Lightpaw jerked his head up, surprised. He bent his head down and sniffed around once more. Opening his mouth, he tasted a strong scent on the air. He tracked that until he came across the scourge of the smell.

Lightpaw felt the strong smelling plant, realizing that he had never actually learned what it was. But never mind what he had learned. Lightpaw wasn't stupid. Cleftpaw's had obviously disguised his scent. Lightpaw's whiskers twitched in amusement, Oh Cleftpaw, you tried, he thought, affection swelling in his chest until he let it die down. He had a brother to find.

Lightpaw sniffed around this new plant, trying to track the rest of the plant that must be stuck to Cleftpaw's pelt, until he found the faintest hint of the strong smell. He followed it to a large tree and sat at the bottom of it. He tilted his head up, knowing most cats didn't know he had found them until he actually 'looked' at them, because you know for some reason seeing is believing.

He smiled but then realized that Cleftpaw might be disappointed that he'd found him, some decided to be honest,"You know, Cleftpaw, I wouldn't have found you if I hadn't been trying to," he chuckled,"Rolling in that strong smelling herb! That I'd never even heard of!" he tilted his head.

(Hopefully that wasn't too much to read XD also I am not very good at dividing text into paragraphs yet, but I tried)

Cleftpaw gripped the branch with his claws. He could see his brother's pale tabby fur now. He was no close! He only needed to walk forward a little farther!

Lightpaw stopped to smell the plant Cleftpaw had rolled in. Oh, no... The dark brown tom watched the lighter tom follow the scent to sit below the base of the tree he was clinging to. There's still hope! he thought, but when Lightpaw turned his head head up to look at him, he felt his spirits sink. They fell even more when Lightpaw called up to him. Cleftpaw sighed.

Even if Lightpaw was blind, he somehow seemed to know exactly where to fix his gaze to look directly at you. It was unsettling, but Cleftpaw loved that about his brother. His brother had a talent that could make other cats' fur crawl with discomfort. It was amusing to watch.

With a flick of his tail, Cleftpaw dropped down from the tree. Almost as soon as he hit the ground, he lost his balance. One of his forepaws had landed on a large rock, which raised it higher than the other. He yelped, tumbling over himself. He stopped himself quickly and sat up, cursing his large, clumsy paws. The maine coon licked at the paw that had landed on the rock. The pad felt a bit scraped, but other than that, it seemed fine.

Cleftpaw shook out his pelt and padded over to his brother, testing his weight on the injured paw and relieved to find that it still held him. "Aw, Lightpaw. You found me!" He purred, brushing his muzzle to his brother's cheek fur. He turned and sat beside him, leaning against the tom affectionately.

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw gripped the branch with his claws. He could see his brother's pale tabby fur now. He was no close! He only needed to walk forward a little farther!

Lightpaw stopped to smell the plant Cleftpaw had rolled in. Oh, no... The dark brown tom watched the lighter tom follow the scent to sit below the base of the tree he was clinging to. There's still hope! he thought, but when Lightpaw turned his head head up to look at him, he felt his spirits sink. They fell even more when Lightpaw called up to him. Cleftpaw sighed.

Even if Lightpaw was blind, he somehow seemed to know exactly where to fix his gaze to look directly at you. It was unsettling, but Cleftpaw loved that about his brother. His brother had a talent that could make other cats' fur crawl with discomfort. It was amusing to watch.

With a flick of his tail, Cleftpaw dropped down from the tree. Almost as soon as he hit the ground, he lost his balance. One of his forepaws had landed on a large rock, which raised it higher than the other. He yelped, tumbling over himself. He stopped himself quickly and sat up, cursing his large, clumsy paws. The maine coon licked at the paw that had landed on the rock. The pad felt a bit scraped, but other than that, it seemed fine.

Cleftpaw shook out his pelt and padded over to his brother, testing his weight on the injured paw and relieved to find that it still held him. "Aw, Lightpaw. You found me!" He purred, brushing his muzzle to his brother's cheek fur. He turned and sat beside him, leaning against the tom affectionately.
Lightpaw flicked his tail and got up in alarm as his brother hit the ground and yelped. He went over to sniff him but then stopped, Cleftpaw can handle it, he'll tell me if something's wrong, he conceded.

When Cleftpaw didn't say anything about his paw, and instead purred and rubbed against him, he sighed in releif and leaned into his brother as he leaned into him,"I meant what I said you know," he purred back.

He turned his head towards his brother and smiled, and, not for the first time, wondered what the world looked like. What the color green was. What his family looked like. He sighed out loud, though meaning for it to be inwardly.

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw flicked his tail and got up in alarm as his brother hit the ground and yelped. He went over to sniff him but then stopped, Cleftpaw can handle it, he'll tell me if something's wrong, he conceded.

When Cleftpaw didn't say anything about his paw, and instead purred and rubbed against him, he sighed in releif and leaned into his brother as he leaned into him,"I meant what I said you know," he purred back.

He turned his head towards his brother and smiled, and, not for the first time, wondered what the world looked like. What the color green was. What his family looked like. He sighed out loud, though meaning for it to be inwardly.

Cleftpaw felt Lightpaw turn his head. Although he knew his brother couldn't see him, the tom felt the lighter tabby's gaze pick his fur. "Hm," he hummed, "So you mean I've just gotta catch you off guard next time?"

He had given up trying to explain what the family looked like. He purred and licked the fur between Lightpaw's eyes. "Just you wait, Lightpaw. You'll be a great warrior. You're able to hear and smell so well, I bet you'd be the first to be able to warn the Clan of danger! And you'll probably find a ton of prey!"

And in StarClan, you'll be able to see! Cleftpaw wanted to say this to his brother, but honestly, it scared him to know that someday, he might not be able to protect his brother. Someday, Cleftpaw would stumble at just the wrong moment, and Lightpaw would die. Someday, Cleftpaw would no longer see Lightpaw. He felt selfish, wanting his brother to stay with him when he knew Lightpaw wished he could see, but if this was being selfish, then when it came to family, Cleftpaw didn't want to be selfless.

He nuzzled his brother lovingly, inhaling his scent. No. Lightpaw isn't even a warrior yet, and neither are you. The Clans are at peace. I have nothing to worry about. My brother is right here, and he will stay right here. Still, the worry that gnawed at his chest didn't subside.

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw felt Lightpaw turn his head. Although he knew his brother couldn't see him, the tom felt the lighter tabby's gaze pick his fur. "Hm," he hummed, "So you mean I've just gotta catch you off guard next time?"

He had given up trying to explain what the family looked like. He purred and licked the fur between Lightpaw's eyes. "Just you wait, Lightpaw. You'll be a great warrior. You're able to hear and smell so well, I bet you'd be the first to be able to warn the Clan of danger! And you'll probably find a ton of prey!"

And in StarClan, you'll be able to see! Cleftpaw wanted to say this to his brother, but honestly, it scared him to know that someday, he might not be able to protect his brother. Someday, Cleftpaw would stumble at just the wrong moment, and Lightpaw would die. Someday, Cleftpaw would no longer see Lightpaw. He felt selfish, wanting his brother to stay with him when he knew Lightpaw wished he could see, but if this was being selfish, then when it came to family, Cleftpaw didn't want to be selfless.

He nuzzled his brother lovingly, inhaling his scent. No. Lightpaw isn't even a warrior yet, and neither are you. The Clans are at peace. I have nothing to worry about. My brother is right here, and he will stay right here. Still, the worry that gnawed at his chest didn't subside.
Lightpaw kept his head facing Cleftpaw and nodded slowly to himself, as if trying to believe it,"i-if you say so..." Lightpaw trusted his brother. He not only trusted Cleftpaw's judgement, he trusted him with his life, though he wasn't sure if Cleftpaw felt that way. He hoped he didn't.

Lightpaw got up,"Well, if I'm going to be the greatest warrior, then we better practice hunting and bring back as much prey as we possibly can to prove it!" he grinned, hoping Cleftpaw was in the mood the hunt after hurting his paw.

Lightpaw started to walk away, tail high, sniffing for prey, while also listening for the paw steps he would hear behind him if his brother was following.

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw kept his head facing Cleftpaw and nodded slowly to himself, as if trying to believe it,"i-if you say so..." Lightpaw trusted his brother. He not only trusted Cleftpaw's judgement, he trusted him with his life, though he wasn't sure if Cleftpaw felt that way. He hoped he didn't.

Lightpaw got up,"Well, if I'm going to be the greatest warrior, then we better practice hunting and bring back as much prey as we possibly can to prove it!" he grinned, hoping Cleftpaw was in the mood the hunt after hurting his paw.

Lightpaw started to walk away, tail high, sniffing for prey, while also listening for the paw steps he would hear behind him if his brother was following.

Cleftpaw nodded and stood, fur fluffed against the cold. "Let's hunt!" He purred, remembering that his brother couldn't see him nodding. He padded after Lightpaw, jaws held open to taste the air. Leaf-bare was drawing to a close. He hoped that that would mean more prey had come out of hiding.

He tasted a mouse on the air and picked his ears, searching for its location. A few tail-lengths away, he heard the scratching of its teeth on a seed. He turned away from his brother to follow the sound.

He pushed through the brambles slowly, cautiously dropping down lower. He struggled to keep his belly fur off the ground, but thankfully, the snow muted the sound. His ear knocked against a branch, showering snow onto his muzzle. Cleftpaw resisted the urge to sneeze.

He could see the mouse now, only a few pawsteps away. Still, he didn't pounce. He was still under the bush and if he leaped out now he would hit the bush and startle his prey. He stepped forward again, holding his tail still.

The mouse looked up. Now or never! Cleftpaw lept forward, just barely catching the small creature by the tail. He whacked it over the head with a heavy blow, killing it quickly.

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw nodded and stood, fur fluffed against the cold. "Let's hunt!" He purred, remembering that his brother couldn't see him nodding. He padded after Lightpaw, jaws held open to taste the air. Leaf-bare was drawing to a close. He hoped that that would mean more prey had come out of hiding.

He tasted a mouse on the air and pricked his ears, searching for its location. A few tail-lengths away, he heard the scratching of its teeth on a seed. He turned away from his brother to follow the sound.

He pushed through the brambles slowly, cautiously dropping down lower. He struggled to keep his belly fur off the ground, but thankfully, the snow muted the sound. His ear knocked against a branch, showering snow onto his muzzle. Cleftpaw resisted the urge to sneeze.

He could see the mouse now, only a few pawsteps away. Still, he didn't pounce. He was still under the bush and if he leaped out now he would hit the bush and startle his prey. He stepped forward again, holding his tail still.

The mouse looked up. Now or never! Cleftpaw lept forward, just barely catching the small creature by the tail. He whacked it over the head with a heavy blow, killing it quickly.
Lightpaw listened as Cleftpaw followed the little nibbling sounds. He decided to let his brother handle that mouse and, keeping quiet, he listened for more prey. He sighed when he couldn't find anything else.

He heard a crunch in the snow and the sounds of nibbling disappear and knew that Cleftpaw had caught the mouse. He trotted to him,"Nice! You caught it!" he mewed happily.

Lightpaw then sighed inwardly, where else can I find prey!? he swished his head around, trying to find the slightest smell or sound, but there was nothing.

He flicked his tail, irritated. Why was it that there wasn't any prey right now!? Normally I can hear prey from fox lengths and fox lengths away... So why can't I now? Eh... It's probably just because of Leaf-bare... he told himself, or maybe Cleftpaw catching the mouse startled the rest of the prey in this area?

[The Cannibal]

Shinefang gave a mrrow of laughter at the leader's comment. "Grousestar, compared to me, you basically are a kit. But most cats here are, so..." he finished with a shrug of his boney shoulders. He watched patiently at the brown tabby tested his limbs, taking his first steps a bit like a fawn. The old tom looked forward to the new life greenleaf would bring. Once the leader was on his feet and as steady as he was liable to be, Shinefang gave his pelt a shake to fluff it up and brace for the cold outside. "Then let's get going," he replied, moving to walk beside Grousestar to act as support should he need it, laying his tail on the other cat's back to steady him.
"Shinefang I think you see yourself more as an elder than anyone else in this clan. You're not too terribly old my friend." He chuffed out with a small grin, but he did mean what he said. While he did know that the other tom was certainly older than him, he didn't see him as old as he made himself out to be sometimes.
Once the other tom was at his side, ready to provide his support, the leader carefully began to amble forward, legs feeling a bit wobbly. He would pause at the entrance of the medicine cat den, sniff at the air, squint at the natural light that shone down through the leafless trees. Nothing really seemed to have changed at all, and he was glad of that. Clan life didn't need to stop just because he was under the weather. Everything was just as it should be. With a happy flick of his tail, he would start his slow walk again, noting the quiet achiness of his limbs, but it was definitely not bad. It was just a whisper of pain and soreness. Surely with a bit more walking and stretching he would be walking at his pace he always walked at.
It took approximately two full minutes at this pace to reach the entrance to the camp, leading out into the territory and there he would pause to inhale the scents that came with it. He wasn't too tired, though he would have to say he would need a break once reaching the small stream they were headed to. "Alright to the stream..." He murmured, mostly to himself, as if to prepare himself for that walk before moving forward again. "How long do you think until I'm ready to finally leave the medicine den?"

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw listened as Cleftpaw followed the little nibbling sounds. He decided to let his brother handle that mouse and, keeping quiet, he listened for more prey. He sighed when he couldn't find anything else.

He heard a crunch in the snow and the sounds of nibbling disappear and knew that Cleftpaw had caught the mouse. He trotted to him,"Nice! You caught it!" he mewed happily.

Lightpaw then sighed inwardly, where else can I find prey!? he swished his head around, trying to find the slightest smell or sound, but there was nothing.

He flicked his tail, irritated. Why was it that there wasn't any prey right now!? Normally I can hear prey from fox lengths and fox lengths away... So why can't I now? Eh... It's probably just because of Leaf-bare... he told himself, or maybe Cleftpaw catching the mouse startled the rest of the prey in this area?

Cleftpaw trotted back to his brother, mouse dangling from his jaws. "Thanks, Lightpaw," he mewed. He dropped the mouse at his paws, stopping when he saw that Lightpaw still hadn't caught anything.

"Er, I must have scared all the prey in this area. You know me and my big, heavy paws. Why don't we try farther out in the territory?" He suggested. Hopefully, farther out, the lighter tabby would be able to hear something he could catch.

Even if Lightpaw didn't catch anything this time, Cleftpaw was still proud of his brother for trying. He couldn't say he knew how difficult it was being blind, but he could guess just how hard hunting and battle training was. The thick-furred cat couldn't imagine living without his sight.

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw trotted back to his brother, mouse dangling from his jaws. "Thanks, Lightpaw," he mewed. He dropped the mouse at his paws, stopping when he saw that Lightpaw still hadn't caught anything.

"Er, I must have scared all the prey in this area. You know me and my big, heavy paws. Why don't we try farther out in the territory?" He suggested. Hopefully, farther out, the lighter tabby would be able to hear something he could catch.

Even if Lightpaw didn't catch anything this time, Cleftpaw was still proud of his brother for trying. He couldn't say he knew how difficult it was being blind, but he could guess just how hard hunting and battle training was. The thick-furred cat couldn't imagine living without his sight.
Lightpaw smiled and purred,"Maybe, or maybe it was just because it was Leaf-bare," he turned towards the brown tom,"but still, if you want to hunt alone... I mean, I don't want to be a burden," Lightpaw shuffled his paws. I never DID like thinking or feeling that I might seem a burden to other cats to have around... I'm good at tracking down prey... But not so good at aim when I DO find them. If they were just a tad bit bigger, I might be able to catch them easier... But they're just to small and fast for me to pinpoint... he thought to himself.

[Charmer]

"Shinefang I think you see yourself more as an elder than anyone else in this clan. You're not too terribly old my friend." He chuffed out with a small grin, but he did mean what he said. While he did know that the other tom was certainly older than him, he didn't see him as old as he made himself out to be sometimes.
Once the other tom was at his side, ready to provide his support, the leader carefully began to amble forward, legs feeling a bit wobbly. He would pause at the entrance of the medicine cat den, sniff at the air, squint at the natural light that shone down through the leafless trees. Nothing really seemed to have changed at all, and he was glad of that. Clan life didn't need to stop just because he was under the weather. Everything was just as it should be. With a happy flick of his tail, he would start his slow walk again, noting the quiet achiness of his limbs, but it was definitely not bad. It was just a whisper of pain and soreness. Surely with a bit more walking and stretching he would be walking at his pace he always walked at.
It took approximately two full minutes at this pace to reach the entrance to the camp, leading out into the territory and there he would pause to inhale the scents that came with it. He wasn't too tired, though he would have to say he would need a break once reaching the small stream they were headed to. "Alright to the stream..." He murmured, mostly to himself, as if to prepare himself for that walk before moving forward again. "How long do you think until I'm ready to finally leave the medicine den?"

Shinefang gave a derisive snort in response. "First of all, you and our clanmates are the only ones talking about elders. I prefer the term, ex-warrior. Or new medicine cat. Second, tell that to my joints. Greenleaf can't come soon enough." The aching in his joints that he expected from being in the cold air dug the tips of its cold claws into his limbs. Fortunately the willow bark took the edge off, and he could move with the spryness of a younger cat. In a way, he supposed he should be pleased to see that he looked at ease enough winding along the thick, leafless undergrowth to make the leader think it wasn't a struggle for him. Of course, his focus wasn't on his own well-being now. It was on Grousestar's. The leader had been a little on the shaky side as they'd begun to traverse the woods, and even now he certainly didn't seem to be quite as sure-footed as usual, but it was subtle, and the tom's spirits seemed to have brightened with a bit of time in the sunlight and fresh air. Still, he kept close, watching the boisterous young cat like a wary parent for any sign of trouble or weakness.

Naturally, one of the tabby tom's first questions had been about when he could leave the den. "Leave? At this rate, I thought we'd become denmates and live the single tom life together," he joked, chortling as he amused himself. "No shecat will be able to resist our wily tomcat charms. But if you insist on squashing my dreams, I'd say maybe a couple more days just to make sure you keep getting stronger. Then maybe just a few more check ups over the next quarter on a moon once you move back to your den. I'm sure you're through the worst of it, but what can I say? I worry like a queen with her first litter." His japing finished, Shinefang turned his amber eye on the leader and sincerely asked him, "How are you feeling so far?"

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw smiled and purred,"Maybe, or maybe it was just because it was Leaf-bare," he turned towards the brown tom,"but still, if you want to hunt alone... I mean, I don't want to be a burden," Lightpaw shuffled his paws. I never DID like thinking or feeling that I might seem a burden to other cats to have around... I'm good at tracking down prey... But not so good at aim when I DO find them. If they were just a tad bit bigger, I might be able to catch them easier... But they're just to small and fast for me to pinpoint... he thought to himself.

Cleftpaw chuckled softly, bending down to pick up his mouse. He was ready to move on to a new area with his brother. He froze, jaws wide, at Lightpaw's following words.

The tom snapped his head up. "A- A burden?" he breathed softly, not daring to believe that he had heard correctly. "Lightpaw, you could never be a burden!

Why would he ever think that? Cleftpaw wondered. Then he realized, some cat had to have started this. These feelings didn't just stem from no where. Maybe it wasn't another cat, but dear StarClan if it was... Cleftpaw did not envy them. No one would when he was done with them.

"Who made you feel like a burden?" He growled, tail lashing. His claws slid out of the sheaths, pricking tiny holes in the snow at his paws.

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw chuckled softly, bending down to pick up his mouse. He was ready to move on to a new area with his brother. He froze, jaws wide, at Lightpaw's following words.

The tom snapped his head up. "A- A burden?" he breathed softly, not daring to believe that he had heard correctly. "Lightpaw, you could never be a burden!

Why would he ever think that? Cleftpaw wondered. Then he realized, some cat had to have started this. These feelings didn't just stem from no where. Maybe it wasn't another cat, but dear StarClan if it was... Cleftpaw did not envy them. No one would when he was done with them.

"Who made you feel like a burden?" He growled, tail lashing. His claws slid out of the sheaths, pricking tiny holes in the snow at his paws.
Lightpaw jerked his head up sharply when Cleftpaw growled. He widened his eyes and shook his head,"N-no particular cat!" he stuttered. He didn't want his brother to worry, but he knew he must seem like a burden SOMETIMES. Doesn't he?

Then Lightpaw smiled slightly, warmed that Cleftpaw had been this protective and he purred,"and when they DO say that stuff, I use what they say against them!" he mimicked a cat with a high pitched voice,"oh! Why does Lightpaw have to be here! He'll scare away all the prey before he catches it with his clumsy paws," then he returned to his normal voice,"yeah, well I think all the prey is already gone no thanks to you," he nuzzled his brother and then twitched his whiskers, amused at himself.

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw jerked his head up sharply when Cleftpaw growled. He widened his eyes and shook his head,"N-no particular cat!" he stuttered. He didn't want his brother to worry, but he knew he must seem like a burden SOMETIMES. Doesn't he?

Then Lightpaw smiled slightly, warmed that Cleftpaw had been this protective and he purred,"and when they DO say that stuff, I use what they say against them!" he mimicked a cat with a high pitched voice,"oh! Why does Lightpaw have to be here! He'll scare away all the prey before he catches it with his clumsy paws," then he returned to his normal voice,"yeah, well I think all the prey is already gone no thanks to you," he nuzzled his brother and then twitched his whiskers, amused at himself.

Cleftpaw allowed himself to relax, but his tailtip still twitched suspiciously. It was unfair that his Clanmates made fun of his brother for something he couldn't control. He made a note to watch the cats surrounding Lightpaw more carefully.

He laughed. "That's good. Y'know, next time someone says something about you not being able to see or something, you should do that thing you do that freaks other cats out - you know, when you look at them - and just say 'are you sure about that?'." The maine coon purred, thinking of how funny the other cats' reactions would be.

Cleftpaw nuzzled his brother. "Let me know when the other cats are being mean, okay? You're not a burden; you're my brother. You're going to be the best warrior this Clan - or any Clan- has ever seen!"

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw allowed himself to relax, but his tailtip still twitched suspiciously. It was unfair that his Clanmates made fun of his brother for something he couldn't control. He made a note to watch the cats surrounding Lightpaw more carefully.

He laughed. "That's good. Y'know, next time someone says something about you not being able to see or something, you should do that thing you do that freaks other cats out - you know, when you look at them - and just say 'are you sure about that?'." The maine coon purred, thinking of how funny the other cats' reactions would be.

Cleftpaw nuzzled his brother. "Let me know when the other cats are being mean, okay? You're not a burden; you're my brother. You're going to be the best warrior this Clan - or any Clan- has ever seen!"
Lightpaw chuckled,"Ok!" Then he grinned,"Are you sure about that?" he asked, turning to Cleftpaw and 'staring' at him with a straight face.

He flicked his tail and tried his best to look irritated and angry but at the same time calm and collected, hoping he was doing it right for the future. Normally he did this perfectly without even knowing it, but now that he was trying he wasn't sure if he was doing it right.

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw chuckled,"Ok!" Then he grinned,"Are you sure about that?" he asked, turning to Cleftpaw and 'staring' at him with a straight face.

He flicked his tail and tried his best to look irritated and angry but at the same time calm and collected, hoping he was doing it right for the future. Normally he did this perfectly without even knowing it, but now that he was trying he wasn't sure if he was doing it right.

Cleftpaw jumped. He had not been expecting Lightpaw to practice on him right that second. He laughed and let his fur settle.

"That is definitely going to scare any cat out of their fur!" He meowed. Lightpaw looked equal parts irritated and calm. The effect was unsettling to say the least.

Cleftpaw shook snow out of his long fur. "We should find you some prey to bring back and then we need to get to camp before we catch whitecough!"

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw jumped. He had not been expecting Lightpaw to practice on him right that second. He laughed and let his fur settle.

"That is definitely going to scare any cat out of their fur!" He meowed. Lightpaw looked equal parts irritated and calm. The effect was unsettling to say the least.

Cleftpaw shook snow out of his long fur. "We should find you some prey to bring back and then we need to get to camp before we catch whitecough!"
Lightpaw smiled and purred as he heard Cleftpaw jump and then praise him. He flicked his tail tip happily,"Good!" Lightpaw then nodded and fluffed out his fur shivering,"It IS getting a bit cold, isn't it?" he laughed.

Lightpaw got up and started listening and sniffing around for some prey.

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw smiled and purred as he heard Cleftpaw jump and then praise him. He flicked his tail tip happily,"Good!" Lightpaw then nodded and fluffed out his fur shivering,"It IS getting a bit cold, isn't it?" he laughed.

Lightpaw got up and started listening and sniffing around for some prey.

"Mmhmm." Cleftlaw agreed. He sat in the snow and watched his brother hunt, muscles tensed. He was ready to spring out any minute to protect Lightpaw from danger.

He shook his head. No, we're in SkyClan territory! We're perfectly safe! Still, he could envision the snapping jaws of a fox or badger lunging out of the bushes to snap his brother up. Even if Lightpaw heard the large beast coming, how would he know where was safe to run?

Cleftpaw strained his ears, determined to ensure Lightpaw's safety. He refused to allow his brother to be injured under his watch.

[Seraphon]

"Mmhmm." Cleftlaw agreed. He sat in the snow and watched his brother hunt, muscles tensed. He was ready to spring out any minute to protect Lightpaw from danger.

He shook his head. No, we're in SkyClan territory! We're perfectly safe! Still, he could envision the snapping jaws of a fox or badger lunging out of the bushes to snap his brother up. Even if Lightpaw heard the large beast coming, how would he know where was safe to run?

Cleftpaw strained his ears, determined to ensure Lightpaw's safety. He refused to allow his brother to be injured under his watch.
Lightpaw purred and, without turning his head, whispered,"what are you waiting for!?" he nodded in the direction of a distant sparrow on a tree. He knew that he, himself couldn't climb it, but Cleftpaw could.

Lightpaw opened his jaws to see if he could find anything that was on the ground. He picked up the scent of rabbit and his mouth watered. SkyClan rarely got rabbits. He thought about what would happen if he went back to camp carrying one! In Leaf-bare, no less! The thought drove him to follow its trail.

[The Cannibal]

Shinefang gave a derisive snort in response. "First of all, you and our clanmates are the only ones talking about elders. I prefer the term, ex-warrior. Or new medicine cat. Second, tell that to my joints. Greenleaf can't come soon enough." The aching in his joints that he expected from being in the cold air dug the tips of its cold claws into his limbs. Fortunately the willow bark took the edge off, and he could move with the spryness of a younger cat. In a way, he supposed he should be pleased to see that he looked at ease enough winding along the thick, leafless undergrowth to make the leader think it wasn't a struggle for him. Of course, his focus wasn't on his own well-being now. It was on Grousestar's. The leader had been a little on the shaky side as they'd begun to traverse the woods, and even now he certainly didn't seem to be quite as sure-footed as usual, but it was subtle, and the tom's spirits seemed to have brightened with a bit of time in the sunlight and fresh air. Still, he kept close, watching the boisterous young cat like a wary parent for any sign of trouble or weakness.

Naturally, one of the tabby tom's first questions had been about when he could leave the den. "Leave? At this rate, I thought we'd become denmates and live the single tom life together," he joked, chortling as he amused himself. "No shecat will be able to resist our wily tomcat charms. But if you insist on squashing my dreams, I'd say maybe a couple more days just to make sure you keep getting stronger. Then maybe just a few more check ups over the next quarter on a moon once you move back to your den. I'm sure you're through the worst of it, but what can I say? I worry like a queen with her first litter." His japing finished, Shinefang turned his amber eye on the leader and sincerely asked him, "How are you feeling so far?"
"Oh yes, certainly. My apologies, ex-warrior or new medicine cat, whichever you're in the mood for." He purred out with a small laugh, the tip of his tail curling first one way then the other. "Now that I can agree with," his head nodded once. While he wasn't as old as Shinefang and didn't have the joint problems that he did when it came to the cold weather, Grousestar certainly couldn't wait until Greenleaf was back. It meant plenty of food, warmer temperatures and all around happy clan, usually. Not only that, but he believed, with his limited medicinal knowledge, that there was less sickness in that season as well. It was generally an all around great time of year, but even Newleaf would be welcome by him right about now.
For a moment he would slow to a stop in order to reach his front paws all the way out in front of him and stretch his hind legs which trembled with the effort. He hoped that stretching them individually might help to loosen them up. So after doing that, he would wait a moment before continuing on, noticing a very minor change, but the rest of the achiness would surely go away in the coming days. At least his legs weren't wobbling or shaky anymore, he was finally limbering back up. Give it a few more days and he would be in pretty good order.

His head turned slightly as he heard Shinefang's response to his question, head tilted slightly before he couldn't help but grin in amusement and chuckle. "While that does sound appealing, and trust me, it does Shinefang. I can't say I overly enjoy that den, smells too much of herbs and makes me feel confined." Flicking his ears he realized he could hear the quiet trickle of water, signifying they were closing in on the stream, much to his relief. "A couple more days..." He echoed, a small sense of excitement of getting back to his leader duties filling him before he was carefully brought back to the ground by the sincerity of Shinefang's question, his eyes focusing on the older tom for a moment. It wasn't the time to boast that he could run the territory in it's entirety three times over. He needed to be truthful.
"Well. My legs are about as limber as ever, it's my stamina that needs to get back to where it was. I already feel a bit winded and would like to take a small break once we reach the stream, if you don't mind."

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw purred and, without turning his head, whispered,"what are you waiting for!?" he nodded in the direction of a distant sparrow on a tree. He knew that he, himself couldn't climb it, but Cleftpaw could.

Lightpaw opened his jaws to see if he could find anything that was on the ground. He picked up the scent of rabbit and his mouth watered. SkyClan rarely got rabbits. He thought about what would happen if he went back to camp carrying one! In Leaf-bare, no less! The thought drove him to follow its trail.

Cleftpaw's ear twitched. He had already caught a mouse and hadn't expected to hunt for more. He was content watching Lightpaw where he is. However, under more consideration, he knew the Clan needed more prey during leaf-bare, and prey seemed abundant today.

He buried his mouse at the roots of a tree a clawed a mark so he could find it again. He then stalked off in the direction of the sparrow Lightpaw had pointed out. Cleftpaw appreciated that, although Lightpaw couldn't see it, his brother knew he was more agile when he climbed.

Cleftpaw reached the sparrow's tree and scrambled up to a low branch. As soon as his paws touched the bark, every sense was even more alert than they had been on the ground. The bird was two branches above him. The maine coon lept up one more branch and climbed slowly and carefully to the sparrow's branch. He stalked slowly towards the bird.

He pounced forward, every hair on his pelt tingling and his paws buzzing, every sense telling him where to direct his paws so he doesn't fall. He caught the small bird, instantly snapping its neck. He bounded down the tree to the ground below, bird held gently between his jaws.

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw's ear twitched. He had already caught a mouse and hadn't expected to hunt for more. He was content watching Lightpaw where he is. However, under more consideration, he knew the Clan needed more prey during leaf-bare, and prey seemed abundant today.

He buried his mouse at the roots of a tree a clawed a mark so he could find it again. He then stalked off in the direction of the sparrow Lightpaw had pointed out. Cleftpaw appreciated that, although Lightpaw couldn't see it, his brother knew he was more agile when he climbed.

Cleftpaw reached the sparrow's tree and scrambled up to a low branch. As soon as his paws touched the bark, every sense was even more alert than they had been on the ground. The bird was two branches above him. The maine coon lept up one more branch and climbed slowly and carefully to the sparrow's branch. He stalked slowly towards the bird.

He pounced forward, every hair on his pelt tingling and his paws buzzing, every sense telling him where to direct his paws so he doesn't fall. He caught the small bird, instantly snapping its neck. He bounded down the tree to the ground below, bird held gently between his jaws.
As soon as Lightpaw stopped hearing the bird and then heard a soft thud on the ground, he knew that Cleftpaw had caught the unsuspecting bird. Lightpaw didn't take much notice though, he was too busy with his own prey.

And this rabbit, being so much bigger than normal prey, will be easier for me to pinpoint and kill! he thought cheerfully. As soon as the scent and soft thudding sounds of the rabbit moving, got closer, Lightpaw instinctively dropped into a hunters' crouch.

Lightpaw snuck up on his prey, slowly but surely. Almost... There... He leapt. Lightpaw just barely caught the rabbit in his paws. Well, he didn't exactly catch it. Some of his claws were hooked in its pelt. The rabbit tried to run away, but Lightpaw tightened his grip and, before the rabbit could turn to fight back, he nipped its neck, killing it quickly.

Lightpaw quickly thanked StarClan for the prey and picked it up. He dropped the rabbit, which was almost as big as him, in front of Cleftpaw, eyes shining,"I caught it! I really caught it!" he purred happily.

[Casual Scribbles]

As soon as Lightpaw stopped hearing the bird and then heard a soft thud on the ground, he knew that Cleftpaw had caught the unsuspecting bird. Lightpaw didn't take much notice though, he was too busy with his own prey.

And this rabbit, being so much bigger than normal prey, will be easier for me to pinpoint and kill! he thought cheerfully. As soon as the scent and soft thudding sounds of the rabbit moving, got closer, Lightpaw instinctively dropped into a hunters' crouch.

Lightpaw snuck up on his prey, slowly but surely. Almost... There... He leapt. Lightpaw just barely caught the rabbit in his paws. Well, he didn't exactly catch it. Some of his claws were hooked in its pelt. The rabbit tried to run away, but Lightpaw tightened his grip and, before the rabbit could turn to fight back, he nipped its neck, killing it quickly.

Lightpaw quickly thanked StarClan for the prey and picked it up. He dropped the rabbit, which was almost as big as him, in front of Cleftpaw, eyes shining,"I caught it! I really caught it!" he purred happily.

Cleftpaw landed with a soft thump, but didn't stumble. He straightened up, feeling proud of himself. He saw that his brother hadn't stalked off yet and let out a breath of relief.

He watched Lightpaw carefully and saw him pounce. He smelled the hare. Oh, StarClan, let him catch it! A hare was one of the few peices of prey the Clan couldn't claim Cleftpaw had caught for his brother. The darker tabby's paws were much too large and heavy to creep up on such a creature. But Lightpaw... Lightpaw could tread as lightly as any SkyClan warrior, and maybe even quieter!

Lightpaw came trotting back with a rabbit almost as big as he was. Cleftpaw beamed with pride. "You did, Lightpaw! Deerfeather and Crookedpond will be so proud!"

Their mother and father were proud of them for anything, but Lightpaw catching such a large piece of prey in leafbare had to count for extra!

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw landed with a soft thump, but didn't stumble. He straightened up, feeling proud of himself. He saw that his brother hadn't stalked off yet and let out a breath of relief.

He watched Lightpaw carefully and saw him pounce. He smelled the hare. Oh, StarClan, let him catch it! A hare was one of the few peices of prey the Clan couldn't claim Cleftpaw had caught for his brother. The darker tabby's paws were much too large and heavy to creep up on such a creature. But Lightpaw... Lightpaw could tread as lightly as any SkyClan warrior, and maybe even quieter!

Lightpaw came trotting back with a rabbit almost as big as he was. Cleftpaw beamed with pride. "You did, Lightpaw! Deerfeather and Crookedpond will be so proud!"

Their mother and father were proud of them for anything, but Lightpaw catching such a large piece of prey in leafbare had to count for extra!
Lightpaw nodded happily,"You think so!?" he sniffed the rabbit. He smelt the fresh blood,"Should we continue hunting or bring our catch back to camp?" he asked happily.

Lightpaw tried to imagine what the Clan would say when he came back with a whole rabbit! He could just imagine their faces! Except, he couldn't.

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw nodded happily,"You think so!?" he sniffed the rabbit. He smelt the fresh blood,"Should we continue hunting or bring our catch back to camp?" he asked happily.

Lightpaw tried to imagine what the Clan would say when he came back with a whole rabbit! He could just imagine their faces! Except, he couldn't.

Cleftpaw nodded proudly, but remembered his brother couldn't see him. "Well, I have two pieces of prey. If you want to catch something else so we have the same amount you can. I'll wait for you here."

The maine coon was practically glowing with pride. There was no way the Clan could see Lightpaw as anything except equal now!

[goddess of ducks]

A curly furred feline ran gracefully out into the territory. She was a middle aged Molly and she was running. By herself, well possibly. She carried a lump of fur in her jaws. The kitty pet knew this place was home to feral cats. She knew that they had their standards and that their standards included caring for any, every, and all kittens. That’s why she was here. She knew that she could entrust her little Duffle to them. The Twolegs would just send him away. There was no way that she could save him. Not with his issue anyways. No this was his only chance, and she knew that. It was the only way to keep him from the pound that her other litters had been taken to. The She cat stopped in the fields of Skyclan, carrying the fuzzy kit in her maw. Her golden green eyes scanned the area trying to see if any cat was near. Not seeing anyone she decided that she couldn’t keep going, that her house folk would soon miss her and come in search. She ran over to a lone standing dogwood tree and sat the curly haired kitten at its base. She licked his head, “Be brave for them Duffle.” she meowed in her sweet voice. She tucked the kitten down in the grasses and concealed him from predators. She then turned, and scampered home, trying to think that her kit would be fine. He would survive out here....


The young kitten was shoved down in the grasses in the outdoors. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what he was doing here. He didn’t know why he was here. And he didn’t know where his mother was going. Nope he was alone her in the grasses. He peered up at the tree above him. For a moment he considered trying to cl Mb it, like how his mother had climbed the fence when they weee leaving the house den. Though he shuddered with the thought. They had been traveling so far, he didn’t know where the House den was. He didn’t know how to get home. He didn’t know where Mommy was. Was he lost? Would he be stuck here at this tree forever? He didn’t know, all he knew was that he wanted his mother to come back and take him home.
Owl

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw nodded proudly, but remembered his brother couldn't see him. "Well, I have two pieces of prey. If you want to catch something else so we have the same amount you can. I'll wait for you here."

The maine coon was practically glowing with pride. There was no way the Clan could see Lightpaw as anything except equal now!
Lightpaw laughed softly,"well, with us screeching like twoleg kits I don't think there's ANY prey left in the forset!" He sniffed around for prey anyway.

He heard tiny paws patter on the snow and he knew immediately it was a squirrel. His heart sank. If this squirrel ran away, there was no way he would be able to catch it. Lightpaw couldn't climb.

Lightpaw turned to his brother and frowned,"it's a squirrel..."

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw laughed softly,"well, with us screeching like twoleg kits I don't think there's ANY prey left in the forset!" He sniffed around for prey anyway.

He heard tiny paws patter on the snow and he knew immediately it was a squirrel. His heart sank. If this squirrel ran away, there was no way he would be able to catch it. Lightpaw couldn't climb.

Lightpaw turned to his brother and frowned,"it's a squirrel..."

Cleftpaw laughed. "No, definitely none left!" Then he saw Lightpaw's ears pick. He gazed intensely at his brother's face. What did he hear.

A squirrel... Cleftpaw understood Lightpaw's concern. "You try to catch it on the ground. I'll chase it if you miss." He murmured softly, then slunk away to a place where he could watch for the small creature's escape. Whiskers twitching with hope and worry, the tabby apprentice prayed to StarClan that his brother would catch it.

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw laughed. "No, definitely none left!" Then he saw Lightpaw's ears pick. He gazed intensely at his brother's face. What did he hear.

A squirrel... Cleftpaw understood Lightpaw's concern. "You try to catch it on the ground. I'll chase it if you miss." He murmured softly, then slunk away to a place where he could watch for the small creature's escape. Whiskers twitching with hope and worry, the tabby apprentice prayed to StarClan that his brother would catch it.
Lightpaw nodded and crouched. He stalked towards the squirrel, ears picked to hear if the squirrel moved and where it moved to. As soon as he was close enough to crouch Lightpaw bunched his muscles.

Oh, StarClan, please let me catch this, I know my rabbit is already enough to feed most cats in the Clan, but what of the rest of them? Lightpaw pounced, hooking his claws into its bushy tail. He tried to get a better grip on the squirrel so he could make the killing bite but he couldn't.

The squirrel bit down into his paw and he yelped. But determination drove him to finally catch hold of it and make a clean killing bite. Lightpaw stood up and flinched as his pain struck through his paw. But despite his slight injury, his eyes were shining with pride.

He dropped the squirrel,"How does anyone catch a rabbit and a squirrel in ONE DAY in LEAF BARE!? Especially a BIND cat!?" he marveled.

[Charmer]

"Oh yes, certainly. My apologies, ex-warrior or new medicine cat, whichever you're in the mood for." He purred out with a small laugh, the tip of his tail curling first one way then the other. "Now that I can agree with," his head nodded once. While he wasn't as old as Shinefang and didn't have the joint problems that he did when it came to the cold weather, Grousestar certainly couldn't wait until Greenleaf was back. It meant plenty of food, warmer temperatures and all around happy clan, usually. Not only that, but he believed, with his limited medicinal knowledge, that there was less sickness in that season as well. It was generally an all around great time of year, but even Newleaf would be welcome by him right about now.
For a moment he would slow to a stop in order to reach his front paws all the way out in front of him and stretch his hind legs which trembled with the effort. He hoped that stretching them individually might help to loosen them up. So after doing that, he would wait a moment before continuing on, noticing a very minor change, but the rest of the achiness would surely go away in the coming days. At least his legs weren't wobbling or shaky anymore, he was finally limbering back up. Give it a few more days and he would be in pretty good order.

His head turned slightly as he heard Shinefang's response to his question, head tilted slightly before he couldn't help but grin in amusement and chuckle. "While that does sound appealing, and trust me, it does Shinefang. I can't say I overly enjoy that den, smells too much of herbs and makes me feel confined." Flicking his ears he realized he could hear the quiet trickle of water, signifying they were closing in on the stream, much to his relief. "A couple more days..." He echoed, a small sense of excitement of getting back to his leader duties filling him before he was carefully brought back to the ground by the sincerity of Shinefang's question, his eyes focusing on the older tom for a moment. It wasn't the time to boast that he could run the territory in it's entirety three times over. He needed to be truthful.
"Well. My legs are about as limber as ever, it's my stamina that needs to get back to where it was. I already feel a bit winded and would like to take a small break once we reach the stream, if you don't mind."

"Fair enough. The herb smell takes a while to get used to. I hardly notice it now." The old tom nodded, pleased by the leader's candor. "An honest answer. Good. That helps me a lot more than the alternative. Believe it or not, a great deal of that strength will come back with just a bit more rest. Your better, but your body is still working on fighting off the last traces of sickness. Rest will help it do its job. But a light stroll won't hurt you either. Of course we can take a break," he added, glad that Grousestar was taking not pushing himself. When they reached the edge of the stream, the cats found it covered by a thin sheet of ice. Shinefang moved ahead to the bank and swatted at the ice at the edge, hard. His paw fell through and he struck the areas close by to make a hole in the ice big enough for Grousestar to use and stepped back. "All yours," he said, lifting his tingling paw as he moved a pace upstream to make another hole and have a drink.

[Owl]

A curly furred feline ran gracefully out into the territory. She was a middle aged Molly and she was running. By herself, well possibly. She carried a lump of fur in her jaws. The kitty pet knew this place was home to feral cats. She knew that they had their standards and that their standards included caring for any, every, and all kittens. That’s why she was here. She knew that she could entrust her little Duffle to them. The Twolegs would just send him away. There was no way that she could save him. Not with his issue anyways. No this was his only chance, and she knew that. It was the only way to keep him from the pound that her other litters had been taken to. The She cat stopped in the fields of Skyclan, carrying the fuzzy kit in her maw. Her golden green eyes scanned the area trying to see if any cat was near. Not seeing anyone she decided that she couldn’t keep going, that her house folk would soon miss her and come in search. She ran over to a lone standing dogwood tree and sat the curly haired kitten at its base. She licked his head, “Be brave for them Duffle.” she meowed in her sweet voice. She tucked the kitten down in the grasses and concealed him from predators. She then turned, and scampered home, trying to think that her kit would be fine. He would survive out here....


The young kitten was shoved down in the grasses in the outdoors. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what he was doing here. He didn’t know why he was here. And he didn’t know where his mother was going. Nope he was alone her in the grasses. He peered up at the tree above him. For a moment he considered trying to cl Mb it, like how his mother had climbed the fence when they weee leaving the house den. Though he shuddered with the thought. They had been traveling so far, he didn’t know where the House den was. He didn’t know how to get home. He didn’t know where Mommy was. Was he lost? Would he be stuck here at this tree forever? He didn’t know, all he knew was that he wanted his mother to come back and take him home.
Owl

Tinyfawn had just began her routine stroll around Skyclan territory. She always went to a nice walk throughout Skyclan territory, marveling at it's grandness and how beautiful it was. Tinyfawn's long legs and slim, sleek build allowed her to effortlessly leap over fallen branches, sticks, zig-zag passed trees. Okay, so maybe her stroll ended up with her running, but although it was chilly out, this feline still enjoyed feeling the air whipping up her fur. It felt nice, the cool wind against her warm skin. She could hear the birds chipping in the trees, happy the frigid weather broke a bit to allow some warmth to roam through the forest.

Tinyfawn was hoping that meant New-Leaf was on it's way. New-Leaf was Tinyfawn's favorite season. She could see it and feel it now. The crisp air in the morning and the feeling of the sun warming up the forest, causing fog to lift the coolness from the ground. She enjoyed waking up and walking towards the entrance to their camp, looking out into the forest, seeing sparkles of dew on all of the newly grown undergrowth. She felt a surge of happiness swell in her chest, lifting her spirits even higher. Excitement bubbled inside her. She could almost hear the pitter-patter of kits and mice/voles/squirrels moving around the undergrowth in search of food. She could imagine seeing her clanmates already in the trees, looking well-fed, in search of the array of birds they loved to catch. During leaf-bare it was hard to get into the trees with how icy it gets.

The lilac cream colored molly sudden skidded to a halt at a scent she couldn't recognize. This scent wasn't of SkyClan. The feline's ears perked up and she scanned her surroundings for any sign of danger. Her claws slowly coming out, her tail flicked outwards, she was a warrior ready to leap and fight and chase any cat out or fox or dog for that matter. However, nothing happened. Tinyfawn didn't calm herself as she padded towards the border. The scent of a mother's milk wafted into her nostrils. She blinked, now urgently looking around. Had a cat given birth and left her kits? Tinyfawn had no idea what to think or believe but she searched the area, spotting a little crevice in the ground, almost un-noticed if not for a little bit of movement below it and a small mew of help. The long-limbed she-cat darted forward, nosing at the ground, revealing a small curly haired kit. "Oh goodness! You poor thing, who left you?" The feline felt a pang of sorrow, her eyes softening and her body relaxing. She leaned down, grabbed the kit by the scruff and settled him beside her. She rasped her tongue over his fur to try to calm him. "Little one do you speak?" She had no idea how old he was but her motherly instincts kicked in immediately. She was raised by multiple queens of her clan so her motherly instincts came from watching them and being around them.

[The Cannibal]

"Fair enough. The herb smell takes a while to get used to. I hardly notice it now." The old tom nodded, pleased by the leader's candor. "An honest answer. Good. That helps me a lot more than the alternative. Believe it or not, a great deal of that strength will come back with just a bit more rest. Your better, but your body is still working on fighting off the last traces of sickness. Rest will help it do its job. But a light stroll won't hurt you either. Of course we can take a break," he added, glad that Grousestar was taking not pushing himself. When they reached the edge of the stream, the cats found it covered by a thin sheet of ice. Shinefang moved ahead to the bank and swatted at the ice at the edge, hard. His paw fell through and he struck the areas close by to make a hole in the ice big enough for Grousestar to use and stepped back. "All yours," he said, lifting his tingling paw as he moved a pace upstream to make another hole and have a drink.
Another small chuckle escaped the leader upon hearing that the herb smell takes a while to get used to, something he could definitely agree with. He just hoped he never got to the point where he got used to it. "Rest, rest and more rest it seems. I'm getting tired of all this rest, I want to be able to do more again." Grousestar huffed out a bit, as if to exaggerate how tired he was of having to rest in order to get better. He had done a whole moon of resting, and now, he had to rest even more. But at least it was only a little bit more, and he could finally be at least more mobile than he had been.
Once at the edge of the stream, the leader happily sat down, trying not to seem so eager about doing it, but unable to hold that quiet sigh of relief that escaped him. He watched quietly as the medicine cat swatted a hole into the ice that covered the stream. Dipping his head in thanks, the brown tabby edged closer to the hole and brought his head down to begin lapping at the ice cold water. It almost came as a shock to his system, but it was refreshing and something he was certainly glad for. Closing his eyes he would lap for a good while, drinking right up until he could hardly hold anymore water before bursting, in which he would slowly back away from the waters edge before laying down with a slight yawn. "For a leafbare day, I have to say, it isn't too bad. At least the sun's out." Commented the leader, turning his head up to look at the sky through the bare tree branches, a light smile placed on his muzzle.

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw nodded and crouched. He stalked towards the squirrel, ears picked to hear if the squirrel moved and where it moved to. As soon as he was close enough to crouch Lightpaw bunched his muscles.

Oh, StarClan, please let me catch this, I know my rabbit is already enough to feed most cats in the Clan, but what of the rest of them? Lightpaw pounced, hooking his claws into its bushy tail. He tried to get a better grip on the squirrel so he could make the killing bite but he couldn't.

The squirrel bit down into his paw and he yelped. But determination drove him to finally catch hold of it and make a clean killing bite. Lightpaw stood up and flinched as his pain struck through his paw. But despite his slight injury, his eyes were shining with pride.

He dropped the squirrel,"How does anyone catch a rabbit and a squirrel in ONE DAY in LEAF BARE!? Especially a BIND cat!?" he marveled.

(Can I just say I love Lightpaw as if he were my own son~)

Cleftpaw watched his brother's progress carefully, muscles tensed and ready to trap the small creature if it bolted. He pulled forward just slightly to have a better start.

Lightpaw pounced and Cleftpaw bunched his haunches. He could see his brother struggling with the kill. The squirrel bit Lightpaw and Cleftpaw surged forward, prepared to catch the creature if it escaped, but his brother had already killed it.

"Great job, Lightpaw!" he praised. However, he caught Lightpaw's flinch and hooked his brother's paw with his own, pulling it closer for inspection. He could see tiny red beadlets welling up where the squirrel bit him. He lapped his brother's wound gently to clean it. "Let's get back to camp. You should have Shinefang look at that to make sure it doesn't get infected..." he murmured worriedly.

[Seraphon]

(Can I just say I love Lightpaw as if he were my own son~)

Cleftpaw watched his brother's progress carefully, muscles tensed and ready to trap the small creature if it bolted. He pulled forward just slightly to have a better start.

Lightpaw pounced and Cleftpaw bunched his haunches. He could see his brother struggling with the kill. The squirrel bit Lightpaw and Cleftpaw surged forward, prepared to catch the creature if it escaped, but his brother had already killed it.

"Great job, Lightpaw!" he praised. However, he caught Lightpaw's flinch and hooked his brother's paw with his own, pulling it closer for inspection. He could see tiny red beadlets welling up where the squirrel bit him. He lapped his brother's wound gently to clean it. "Let's get back to camp. You should have Shinefang look at that to make sure it doesn't get infected..." he murmured worriedly.
(I'm glad! XD)

Lightpaw beamed with pride again as Cleftpaw praised him, but then flinched again as he hooked his paw and inspected it.

Lightpaw smiled and purred,"Well, we should definately be able to go back to camp now," he nodded at the heap of prey they caught, but then he frowned,"I can't go to see Shinefang!" he shook his head worriedly,"What if somebody comes and asks why I'm going to see the medicine cat? And I have to show them a puny squirrel bite!?" he flattened his ears to his head,"What will they think!? What if they laugh...?" he turned his head away from his brother. He didn't want Cleftpaw to see the terror that he suspected might be in his eyes.

[Charmer]

Another small chuckle escaped the leader upon hearing that the herb smell takes a while to get used to, something he could definitely agree with. He just hoped he never got to the point where he got used to it. "Rest, rest and more rest it seems. I'm getting tired of all this rest, I want to be able to do more again." Grousestar huffed out a bit, as if to exaggerate how tired he was of having to rest in order to get better. He had done a whole moon of resting, and now, he had to rest even more. But at least it was only a little bit more, and he could finally be at least more mobile than he had been.
Once at the edge of the stream, the leader happily sat down, trying not to seem so eager about doing it, but unable to hold that quiet sigh of relief that escaped him. He watched quietly as the medicine cat swatted a hole into the ice that covered the stream. Dipping his head in thanks, the brown tabby edged closer to the hole and brought his head down to begin lapping at the ice cold water. It almost came as a shock to his system, but it was refreshing and something he was certainly glad for. Closing his eyes he would lap for a good while, drinking right up until he could hardly hold anymore water before bursting, in which he would slowly back away from the waters edge before laying down with a slight yawn. "For a leafbare day, I have to say, it isn't too bad. At least the sun's out." Commented the leader, turning his head up to look at the sky through the bare tree branches, a light smile placed on his muzzle.

The old tom didn't reply to the leader's complaint, merely shrugged as he made way for the brown tabby. Shinefang drank deeply from the stream, enjoying the coolness on his muzzle and in his throat. He would say this about leafbare, the chill had a way of making a cat feel alive. If a little sore, in his case. He followed the leader's gaze to the blue sky overhead, the tangled branches dancing slowly in the wind. "Yeah," he agreed quietly. As Shinefang gazed up, he thought about the trees around them. How there were older than any cat, older than his Father's father's father, and how they'd keep growing and living seasons and seasons after he was gone. "It's all so short..." he muttered to himself. Without turning from the treetops, the golden-furred tom said. "You know, I will say this about getting...older. When I was a kit, I couldn't wait to be an apprentice. When I was an apprentice, I had to hurry and be a warrior. It doesn't stop either. Kits and apprentices these days are no different. Warriors are no different. Windclan just had to rush into war. Shadowclan just had to rush to join them. That's the problem with being young. It's too fast and too short and everyone wants to rush to the next big thing as quick as possible. I don't feel that way anymore. And I've got to say, it's nice to just...be." He turned to the leader of Skyclan. In many ways, he was wise in spite of his age. But he was young still. He had many journeys to walk yet. The old tom smiled as he privately thought of how lucky he was to have helped kept his paws in place as he weathered a particularly difficult trail this last moon. "You've got a good head on your shoulders Grousestar. Remember to just be every now and again. Everything happens in due time."

[goddess of ducks]

Tinyfawn had just began her routine stroll around Skyclan territory. She always went to a nice walk throughout Skyclan territory, marveling at it's grandness and how beautiful it was. Tinyfawn's long legs and slim, sleek build allowed her to effortlessly leap over fallen branches, sticks, zig-zag passed trees. Okay, so maybe her stroll ended up with her running, but although it was chilly out, this feline still enjoyed feeling the air whipping up her fur. It felt nice, the cool wind against her warm skin. She could hear the birds chipping in the trees, happy the frigid weather broke a bit to allow some warmth to roam through the forest.

Tinyfawn was hoping that meant New-Leaf was on it's way. New-Leaf was Tinyfawn's favorite season. She could see it and feel it now. The crisp air in the morning and the feeling of the sun warming up the forest, causing fog to lift the coolness from the ground. She enjoyed waking up and walking towards the entrance to their camp, looking out into the forest, seeing sparkles of dew on all of the newly grown undergrowth. She felt a surge of happiness swell in her chest, lifting her spirits even higher. Excitement bubbled inside her. She could almost hear the pitter-patter of kits and mice/voles/squirrels moving around the undergrowth in search of food. She could imagine seeing her clanmates already in the trees, looking well-fed, in search of the array of birds they loved to catch. During leaf-bare it was hard to get into the trees with how icy it gets.

The lilac cream colored molly sudden skidded to a halt at a scent she couldn't recognize. This scent wasn't of SkyClan. The feline's ears perked up and she scanned her surroundings for any sign of danger. Her claws slowly coming out, her tail flicked outwards, she was a warrior ready to leap and fight and chase any cat out or fox or dog for that matter. However, nothing happened. Tinyfawn didn't calm herself as she padded towards the border. The scent of a mother's milk wafted into her nostrils. She blinked, now urgently looking around. Had a cat given birth and left her kits? Tinyfawn had no idea what to think or believe but she searched the area, spotting a little crevice in the ground, almost un-noticed if not for a little bit of movement below it and a small mew of help. The long-limbed she-cat darted forward, nosing at the ground, revealing a small curly haired kit. "Oh goodness! You poor thing, who left you?" The feline felt a pang of sorrow, her eyes softening and her body relaxing. She leaned down, grabbed the kit by the scruff and settled him beside her. She rasped her tongue over his fur to try to calm him. "Little one do you speak?" She had no idea how old he was but her motherly instincts kicked in immediately. She was raised by multiple queens of her clan so her motherly instincts came from watching them and being around them.

Everything was scary from down here. The grass seemed taller than him, the trees were massive. The kit looked up and saw birds flying overhead. He didn't know if they would want to eat him, or peck his eyes out. Besides, that's what his brother had said. Birds were mean and they would peck his eyes out. He huddled down, pulling his paws under him. He curled his tail tightly around his paws and flicked his ears back. He was this small ball of curly fuzz now and probably didn't look like much more. He shivered as a soft late leaf bare breeze rustled over his fur. When was Mommy coming back? That was about the only thing running dominantly in his mind. Well, he was certainly thinking about the birds, and how big everything looked. Plus it was chilly here, and the cold dirt underneath him wasn't helping. He just wanted to go back home. Back to the wooly bed that he and his siblings shared. He didn't understand why his mother had decided to bring him here.

Duffle let a small mewl escape his mouth, hoping that his mother would hear his cry and come back for him, but it was no use. His mother had left him here because she had known what her owners would have done with her kit. Duffle shifted uncomfortably in the grass and dirt. He looked around and saw a cat coming. She didn't look like his mother, but maybe she could help? As the molly came towards him he perked up a little. He flicked his ears up and tried to give an excited smile. "M-my Mommy did. She said I couldn't stay." He responded to the warrior. He thought for a moment as he was pulled to her side. His mother had told him what to say. "My mommy said I have to go to the wild cats because the Twolegs would get rid of me for my...specialness." He said, quoting what his mother had instructed him to say.

[Casual Scribbles]

(I'm glad! XD)

Lightpaw beamed with pride again as Cleftpaw praised him, but then flinched again as he hooked his paw and inspected it.

Lightpaw smiled and purred,"Well, we should definately be able to go back to camp now," he nodded at the heap of prey they caught, but then he frowned,"I can't go to see Shinefang!" he shook his head worriedly,"What if somebody comes and asks why I'm going to see the medicine cat? And I have to show them a puny squirrel bite!?" he flattened his ears to his head,"What will they think!? What if they laugh...?" he turned his head away from his brother. He didn't want Cleftpaw to see the terror that might be in his eyes.

Cleftpaw didn't look up from his brother's injury. "You have to go see Shinefang," he meowed, matter-of-factly. He was trying in vain to push away all of the panicked thoughts that crept into his mind. Each thought pulled the knot forming in his throat a little tighter. He tried not to let his voice tremble. "It could get infected, Lightpaw! What if you lose your paw to the infection?" What if I lose you to the infection? He didn't dare say it aloud. "I've heard of cats who weren't able to eat because of a thorn pick! A thorn pick, Lightpaw." His breath came in fast, ragged gulps as he tried to calm himself. He thought of the cats who laughed at his brother and stilled his nerves. "And if they laugh at you, I'll bite their paw. See how they like it."

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw didn't look up from his brother's injury. "You have to go see Shinefang," he meowed, matter-of-factly. He was trying in vain to push away all of the panicked thoughts that crept into his mind. Each thought pulled the knot forming in his throat a little tighter. He tried not to let his voice tremble. "It could get infected, Lightpaw! What if you lose your paw to the infection?" What if I lose you to the infection? He didn't dare say it aloud. "I've heard of cats who weren't able to eat because of a thorn pick! A thorn pick, Lightpaw." His breath came in fast, ragged gulps as he tried to calm himself. He thought of the cats who laughed at his brother and stilled his nerves. "And if they laugh at you, I'll bite their paw. See how they like it."
Lightpaw shuffled nervously and stood up, testing his paw. He flinched again as it stung. He sighed and nodded reluctantly,"I-I guess..." then he laughed at the last thing Cleftpaw said.

He nodded to the prey and grinned, purring,"But first I gat to relish in the fact that I caught a squirrel and a rabbit when we get to camp," he said, lifting his tail proudly.

He turned around and opened his jaws quickly, trying to find where the strongest cat-scent was coming from and flicked his tail in its direction,"Come on, camp's this way!"

[SuspiciousMindz]

Coming out to the territory had always been calming for Blazingcomet. It helped him think about things, and it helped clear his head. Sighing, he settled down in a more sheltered area before looking around. Petal was supposed to meet him out here shortly… he was looking forward to seeing the kittypet again. Since cutting things off with Drizzleshard, Blazingcomet had been depressed, and Petal had been a welcome flirt in his life. Yet, the orange tom did have some sort of feelings for her. She was different then he had thought a kittypet should be. And the fact that it was forbidden only seemed to make those feelings grow, a type of lust rather than love, but Blazingcomet was never going to know that. He believed that he was in love. With Petal this time. Too soon to say? Nah. I waited too long with Drizzleshard, that was our problem. I think that was definitely what happened. The shorter amount of time between developing feelings and admitting them, the better, at least for Blazingcomet. He guessed it would keep the she cat from trying too hard.

Suspiciousmindz


Petal was sitting anxiously at their meeting spot. She didn't like being here alone in case she ever got caught by another warrior. So while she was sitting and waiting, she was shuffling her paws around, her big green hues were scanning the area around her constantly. She didn't get how Blazingcomet could smell her coming, but she couldn't smell him until he was in sight. Perhaps that was all apart of the training process he spoke about before. Maybe she should invest some time into training? Maybe she would appear more worthy to him? What if she just asked to join his clan? How would the tom handle that? It was a bad idea, she wouldn't ask. Petal should just remain a kittypet, it would be better that way, wouldn't it? Oh how these meetings with Blazingcomet made her anxious but excited all at once!

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw shuffled nervously and stood up, testing his paw. He flinched again as it stung. He sighed and nodded reluctantly,"I-I guess..." then he laughed at the last thing Cleftpaw said.

He nodded to the prey and grinned, purring,"But first I gat to relish in the fact that I caught a squirrel and a rabbit when we get to camp," he said, lifting his tail proudly.

He turned around and opened his jaws quickly, trying to find where the strongest cat-scent was coming from and flicked his tail in its direction,"Come on, camp's this way!"

Cleftpaw smiled, his nerves calmed. "Yeah. Yeah, you do," his chest felt tight with love for his brother. He let go of Lightpaw's paw and stood, shaking snow out of his fur.

"Let's get back to camp," he meowed. He trotted up to Lightpaw and licked the back of the lighter tom's ear, knocking free a piece of bracken that had gotten caught. Along the way he picked up his sparrow and searched for the clawed tree that hid his buried mouse.

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw smiled, his nerves calmed. "Yeah. Yeah, you do," his chest felt tight with love for his brother. He let go of Lightpaw's paw and stood, shaking snow out of his fur.

"Let's get back to camp," he meowed. He trotted up to Lightpaw and licked the back of the lighter tom's ear, knocking free a piece of bracken that had gotten caught. Along the way he picked up his sparrow and searched for the clawed tree that hid his buried mouse.
Lightpaw purred again and then he picked up the squirrel and slung it onto his back, trying to balance it. After it was comfortably lying across his back he grabbed the rabbit in his mouth and started slowly dragging his haul back to camp.

After a few seconds he tripped over that rabbit and had to place the squirrel back onto his back and then grab the rabbit once more. His glazed eyes lit up with determination as he started again towards the SkyClan camp.

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw purred again and then he picked up the squirrel and slung it onto his back, trying to balance it. After it was comfortably lying across his back he grabbed the rabbit in his mouth and started slowly dragging his haul back to camp.

After a few seconds he tripped over that rabbit and had to place the squirrel back onto his back and then grab the rabbit once more. His glazed eyes lit up with determination as he started again towards the SkyClan camp.

Cleftpaw finally spotted the tree his mouse was buried beneath. The dark tabby bounded through the light snow toward it and dug under the roots. He found the brown fur and carefully lifted the mouse out, sure not to puncture the animal.

"I'm right behind you, Lightpaw!" He meowed, lifting the mouse by its tail and grabbing the bird. He leapt to catch up to his brother and padded beside him back to camp.

[Seraphon]

Cleftpaw finally spotted the tree his mouse was buried beneath. The dark tabby bounded through the light snow toward it and dug under the roots. He found the brown fur and carefully lifted the mouse out, sure not to puncture the animal.

"I'm right behind you, Lightpaw!" He meowed, lifting the mouse by its tail and grabbing the bird. He leapt to catch up to his brother and padded beside him back to camp.
Lightpaw turned to Cleftpaw and smiled brightly excited to get to camp and hear everyone's surprised gasps. How amusing that must be to be able to see. He laughed inwardly and slowly trudged back to camp beside his brother.

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[Owl]

Everything was scary from down here. The grass seemed taller than him, the trees were massive. The kit looked up and saw birds flying overhead. He didn't know if they would want to eat him, or peck his eyes out. Besides, that's what his brother had said. Birds were mean and they would peck his eyes out. He huddled down, pulling his paws under him. He curled his tail tightly around his paws and flicked his ears back. He was this small ball of curly fuzz now and probably didn't look like much more. He shivered as a soft late leaf bare breeze rustled over his fur. When was Mommy coming back? That was about the only thing running dominantly in his mind. Well, he was certainly thinking about the birds, and how big everything looked. Plus it was chilly here, and the cold dirt underneath him wasn't helping. He just wanted to go back home. Back to the wooly bed that he and his siblings shared. He didn't understand why his mother had decided to bring him here.

Duffle let a small mewl escape his mouth, hoping that his mother would hear his cry and come back for him, but it was no use. His mother had left him here because she had known what her owners would have done with her kit. Duffle shifted uncomfortably in the grass and dirt. He looked around and saw a cat coming. She didn't look like his mother, but maybe she could help? As the molly came towards him he perked up a little. He flicked his ears up and tried to give an excited smile. "M-my Mommy did. She said I couldn't stay." He responded to the warrior. He thought for a moment as he was pulled to her side. His mother had told him what to say. "My mommy said I have to go to the wild cats because the Twolegs would get rid of me for my...specialness." He said, quoting what his mother had instructed him to say.


Tinyfawn sniffed the kit over, evaluating and analyzing his health and well-being. The she-cat sighed a relief when she couldn't distinguish anything health-wise wrong with him. She grabbed him by the scruff and lifted him out of the little hole. Setting him down, the she-cat realized his was kind of lopsided. Flicking her ears in confusion the she-cat nosed him a bit and saw the problem the two-legs would have had with him. "Oh goodnes, you poor thing." She frowned hearing that his mother left him to be found. "Well my darling, I do not believe your mother will be returning..." She frowned sadly, a genuine look of sadness washed over her. "And I will certainly not leave you here all by yourself. It is way to cold for you to be out here alone." She mewed in a concerned tone. The temperatures had started to rise in the passing days but today, it had dropped back down. The ground hard with never ending frost. The little kit in front of her wouldn't be able to keep himself warm at all and he'd end up freezing to death!

The SkyClan warrior licked the kit on the head gently. "I'm going to take you where I live. It's quite beautiful, you'll see. I'll take care of you. I will do my very best to be a good mother, since your mother has entrusted the clan cats to take care of you." She exclaimed softly to the little curly haired kit. "When you get older, we will find your mother together, reconnect when the time is right. For now, little one, you will live in SkyClan. It will be up to you later on in life, if you feel it to be your true home." She mewed and nuzzled the kits cheek with her nose, cold and dry. "Are you ready?" She didn't want to force the kit but if he put up a struggle, she would snatch him up and take him straight to camp. The feline had long legs and she ran a good pace. They'd be back to camp in no time and he wouldn't be able to argue. The she-cat placed her fluffy tail over the little kit providing him with some warmth as she waited his response.

[Casual Scribbles]

Lightpaw turned to Cleftpaw and smiled brightly excited to get to camp and hear everyone's surprised gasps. How amusing that must be to be able to see. He laughed inwardly and slowly trudged back to camp beside his brother.

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Cleftpaw padded back to camp with his brother in a comfortable silence. He didn't try to talk because his mouth was full of prey and he was sure Lightpaw had the same reason.

[Seraphon]

(I'll post first)
Cleftpaw padded back to camp with his brother in a comfortable silence. He didn't try to talk because his mouth was full of prey and he was sure Lightpaw had the same reason.
Ok)
Lightpaw could smell the camp in the distance. The scent of tons of cats mingling together in one place. Lightpaw bet that there was even more cats at the gathering. He just wished he could experience it.

[goddess of ducks]

Tinyfawn sniffed the kit over, evaluating and analyzing his health and well-being. The she-cat sighed a relief when she couldn't distinguish anything health-wise wrong with him. She grabbed him by the scruff and lifted him out of the little hole. Setting him down, the she-cat realized his was kind of lopsided. Flicking her ears in confusion the she-cat nosed him a bit and saw the problem the two-legs would have had with him. "Oh goodnes, you poor thing." She frowned hearing that his mother left him to be found. "Well my darling, I do not believe your mother will be returning..." She frowned sadly, a genuine look of sadness washed over her. "And I will certainly not leave you here all by yourself. It is way to cold for you to be out here alone." She mewed in a concerned tone. The temperatures had started to rise in the passing days but today, it had dropped back down. The ground hard with never ending frost. The little kit in front of her wouldn't be able to keep himself warm at all and he'd end up freezing to death!

The SkyClan warrior licked the kit on the head gently. "I'm going to take you where I live. It's quite beautiful, you'll see. I'll take care of you. I will do my very best to be a good mother, since your mother has entrusted the clan cats to take care of you." She exclaimed softly to the little curly haired kit. "When you get older, we will find your mother together, reconnect when the time is right. For now, little one, you will live in SkyClan. It will be up to you later on in life, if you feel it to be your true home." She mewed and nuzzled the kits cheek with her nose, cold and dry. "Are you ready?" She didn't want to force the kit but if he put up a struggle, she would snatch him up and take him straight to camp. The feline had long legs and she ran a good pace. They'd be back to camp in no time and he wouldn't be able to argue. The she-cat placed her fluffy tail over the little kit providing him with some warmth as she waited his response.

Duffle looked up at the larger cat. He felt very small when sitting near her, but then again he always felt small and sometimes he doubted that would change. Half the time he thought his siblings were taller than him. He looked up at her and saw that she had noticed his ‘specialty’. Or at least that’s what his mother called it. Duffle didn’t find it to be very special. Not one bit. He looked down at his paw with a quiet sigh. Of course she would notice. Who didn’t notice a kit with three paws. Her words only confirmed his thoughts though. His mother wasn’t coming back. He doubted she was actually thinking the two legs didn’t want him. Maybe his mother didn’t want him. Maybe that was the real reason she left him out here in the cold. He shuddered and pulled his paws closer to his chest. Too cold was an understatement. ”Do you think my mommy will want me back when I get bigger?” he asked, his voice hopeful and innocent. He leaned closer to Tinyfawn in attempts to get closer to her warmth. He was glad that someone seemed to want him. She had said that the clan would be his home. Home to the young kit meant family. Skyclan would be his family. Surely it wouldn’t reject him like it seemed his mother had. ”I’m ready. I just want to be home.” he said softly. He worked into her chest, wanting to be swooped up by the gentle feline. It seemed like someone loved him and Duffle wasn’t about to loose another figure that he looked up to.

[The Cannibal]

The old tom didn't reply to the leader's complaint, merely shrugged as he made way for the brown tabby. Shinefang drank deeply from the stream, enjoying the coolness on his muzzle and in his throat. He would say this about leafbare, the chill had a way of making a cat feel alive. If a little sore, in his case. He followed the leader's gaze to the blue sky overhead, the tangled branches dancing slowly in the wind. "Yeah," he agreed quietly. As Shinefang gazed up, he thought about the trees around them. How there were older than any cat, older than his Father's father's father, and how they'd keep growing and living seasons and seasons after he was gone. "It's all so short..." he muttered to himself. Without turning from the treetops, the golden-furred tom said. "You know, I will say this about getting...older. When I was a kit, I couldn't wait to be an apprentice. When I was an apprentice, I had to hurry and be a warrior. It doesn't stop either. Kits and apprentices these days are no different. Warriors are no different. Windclan just had to rush into war. Shadowclan just had to rush to join them. That's the problem with being young. It's too fast and too short and everyone wants to rush to the next big thing as quick as possible. I don't feel that way anymore. And I've got to say, it's nice to just...be." He turned to the leader of Skyclan. In many ways, he was wise in spite of his age. But he was young still. He had many journeys to walk yet. The old tom smiled as he privately thought of how lucky he was to have helped kept his paws in place as he weathered a particularly difficult trail this last moon. "You've got a good head on your shoulders Grousestar. Remember to just be every now and again. Everything happens in due time."
{Sorry about the lateness!!}

A comfortable silence seemed to fall between the two as the leader took the time to rest, looking upwards at the sky, focusing on his own breathing and getting it back to the pace it should be at. He could see small puffs of vapor escape his mouth with each exhale he released, each one audible but given a few minutes they would be like any normal breath. The silence was broken by Shinefang muttering something that Grousestar didn't quite hear; the brown tabby looked over curiously but didn't press for him to say it louder. Perhaps it wasn't meant for him, perhaps those words were only meant to stay to him and him only, a slip of the tongue. But then, the medicine cat decided to speak up, the leader listening quietly, curious as to the wisdom that the tom might give him.
And when he heard, truly heard, what he was saying, he found himself agreeing. Looking back at his own life, aside from the quiet grieving for his missing brother, he longed to grow up all of his life. He was excited to be an apprentice, then he was eager to be a warrior, then he was eager to put more moons under his belt, hoping to one day be a senior warrior. Of course his path changed slightly when he was named deputy, and shortly after that, leader. It was never something he quite expected, but he had been eager for that next step in his life. The next goal. And now, sitting here, over 40 moons under his belt, he realized how rushed his life really did feel. There were moments in time where he felt it slowed, and those were prominent memories in his mind, but every other part of his life was a blur. And the thought saddened him. There was so much more to life than just rushing for the next goal, the next milestone. You just had to slow down to see it. "Very well spoken Shinefang." He murmured quietly, his head turning slightly, to look at the mostly frozen stream.
"I think I am getting to that point in my life, where I want things to slow down. There's not much of a goal to reach for. No next ceremony to look forward to, aside perhaps, of becoming an elder and retiring but I don't want to rush towards that. I want to slow down."

[Owl]

Duffle looked up at the larger cat. He felt very small when sitting near her, but then again he always felt small and sometimes he doubted that would change. Half the time he thought his siblings were taller than him. He looked up at her and saw that she had noticed his ‘specialty’. Or at least that’s what his mother called it. Duffle didn’t find it to be very special. Not one bit. He looked down at his paw with a quiet sigh. Of course she would notice. Who didn’t notice a kit with three paws. Her words only confirmed his thoughts though. His mother wasn’t coming back. He doubted she was actually thinking the two legs didn’t want him. Maybe his mother didn’t want him. Maybe that was the real reason she left him out here in the cold. He shuddered and pulled his paws closer to his chest. Too cold was an understatement. ”Do you think my mommy will want me back when I get bigger?” he asked, his voice hopeful and innocent. He leaned closer to Tinyfawn in attempts to get closer to her warmth. He was glad that someone seemed to want him. She had said that the clan would be his home. Home to the young kit meant family. Skyclan would be his family. Surely it wouldn’t reject him like it seemed his mother had. ”I’m ready. I just want to be home.” he said softly. He worked into her chest, wanting to be swooped up by the gentle feline. It seemed like someone loved him and Duffle wasn’t about to loose another figure that he looked up to.

Tinyfawn flicked her ears and pressed her body closer to the kits. "I'm sure you're mother would be happy to see you when you got older." However, Tinyfawn wasn't so sure he'd be able to go back. Tinyfawn wasn't even sure that he could go back, and there was a good chance he wouldn't want to leave after living with them his whole life. Her ears perked at the little kit voicing that he wanted to go home. A warmth swelled in her heart and a small rush of excitement drew over her. "Alright, let's go home." She purred softly as she leaned down and pick the little kit up.

She took him through the forest, showing him all of the different areas, speaking through his curly fur hoping he would understand her. They visited the training plateau, good hunting places, etc. As she showed him, she spotted patrols walking together and apprentices training with their mentors. Hearing their growls of frustration and victory cries when they either failed or succeeded. "One day, that'll be you little one." She murmured. She smiled through his fur. She couldn't believe she now had a kit of her own to care for. She hurried herself through the forest and walked to the entrance, not yet going inside. She settled him down by her paws. "Now little one, before we go in. I think we should give you a name worthy of a SkyClan cat. And this way you can also prepare yourself, there are a lot of scents mingled into one that makes the unique smell of a SkyClan cat. You must not feel overwhelmed so prepare yourself while I think of a name..." She trailed off as she thought of a name, curling her tail and scooting her body closer to the small kit.

[goddess of ducks]

Tinyfawn flicked her ears and pressed her body closer to the kits. "I'm sure you're mother would be happy to see you when you got older." However, Tinyfawn wasn't so sure he'd be able to go back. Tinyfawn wasn't even sure that he could go back, and there was a good chance he wouldn't want to leave after living with them his whole life. Her ears perked at the little kit voicing that he wanted to go home. A warmth swelled in her heart and a small rush of excitement drew over her. "Alright, let's go home." She purred softly as she leaned down and pick the little kit up.

She took him through the forest, showing him all of the different areas, speaking through his curly fur hoping he would understand her. They visited the training plateau, good hunting places, etc. As she showed him, she spotted patrols walking together and apprentices training with their mentors. Hearing their growls of frustration and victory cries when they either failed or succeeded. "One day, that'll be you little one." She murmured. She smiled through his fur. She couldn't believe she now had a kit of her own to care for. She hurried herself through the forest and walked to the entrance, not yet going inside. She settled him down by her paws. "Now little one, before we go in. I think we should give you a name worthy of a SkyClan cat. And this way you can also prepare yourself, there are a lot of scents mingled into one that makes the unique smell of a SkyClan cat. You must not feel overwhelmed so prepare yourself while I think of a name..." She trailed off as she thought of a name, curling her tail and scooting her body closer to the small kit.

The young kit was swooped up into Tinyfawn's mouth. He dangled from her grasp and looked around. Sure by home he had wanted his Twoleg den, with his mother and siblings. He wanted the sweet little Twoleg to hold him and tick the spot behind his ears. He wanted that home, but like his mother and this feline had told him, he couldn't go back there. This Clan that the molly spoke of was going to be his home. Duffle gave a yawn, his tiny maw stretching wide. He blinked his golden green eyes slowly, sleep tugging at him. The gentle sway of motion as Tinyfawn carried him was tempting. He watched the forest and fields flash by as they traveled. He was just about to doze off when Tinyfawn brought him near the training grounds. The excited and defeated cries of the apprentices woke him. He glared around, wondering why on earth cats would be making such noises. If he or any of the other cats in his house had made this kind of racket, the Twolegs would have used their water squirter on them. "Whoa.." He whispered, looking around at the battling cats. "Why are they fighting? Mommy told us not to fight in the house. Can we fight here? Can I try?" He asked excitedly. Duffle looked to the cats in awe as he watched them tussle and bat at each other. It was intriguing and Duffle wanted to be a part in it. He swung his paws around, trying to mimic the motions of the fighting cats. "Take that! And that!" he said, dealing playful blows to thin air. He giggled and looked back at the cats, before Tinyfawn started carrying him away.

He didn't want to leave just yet. He wanted to watch them more, and try to do what they were doing. It looked fun and exciting, better than any games his siblings had come up with. As she began talking to him on a new name, he tilted his head and blinked up at her. "Why do I have to have a new name? Is Duffle not good enough?" He asked innocently. He was concerned at why he had to go by something that wasn't his name. If he went by something else, how would his mother know it was him when he went back to find her when he was older? "I don't want a new name. I want to be Duffle." He said stubbornly, a frown curling on his tiny maw.

[lone]

Petal was sitting anxiously at their meeting spot. She didn't like being here alone in case she ever got caught by another warrior. So while she was sitting and waiting, she was shuffling her paws around, her big green hues were scanning the area around her constantly. She didn't get how Blazingcomet could smell her coming, but she couldn't smell him until he was in sight. Perhaps that was all apart of the training process he spoke about before. Maybe she should invest some time into training? Maybe she would appear more worthy to him? What if she just asked to join his clan? How would the tom handle that? It was a bad idea, she wouldn't ask. Petal should just remain a kittypet, it would be better that way, wouldn't it? Oh how these meetings with Blazingcomet made her anxious but excited all at once!

Upon spotting his pretty Petal, the orange tom’s eyes lit up with a new sparkle. He loved the adventure of having a forbidden relationship, of seeing someone outside the Clan… and the kittypet certainly was worth it. Besides, Blazingcomet was never caught, so how it mattered - he wasn’t sure. Sometimes, however, he did wish that Petal lived within SkyClan - so they wouldn’t have to go so long between meetings. If he was seen slipping out every day to speak to a she cat in the territory, then it was sure to get suspicious. ”Expecting someone, beautiful?” The tom asked, a hint of mischief coming up in his voice as he crept up behind the she cat. With no training, she wouldn’t be able to spot him - or hear him - as easily, which made pranks on her quite amusing… though Blazingcomet wouldn’t really want to scare the she cat for the world. Coming out from behind the feline, he gave her a light nuzzle before sitting down in front of her. ”And how was your day, love?” He liked hearing about Petal’s kittypet adventures. They were so much tamer, less interesting than the warrior life, but Blazingcomet took in every detail of them. Because it was something different, and new. His relationship with Drizzleshard ruined, perhaps tame was good for now - and at least this kittypet wasn’t the clingy type. She might be a little too girly, a little too sugar-sweet for his flirty side - but she was his. His Petal, his kittypet, his love. And eventually… he would know if she felt the same way.

[Charmer]

{Sorry about the lateness!!}

A comfortable silence seemed to fall between the two as the leader took the time to rest, looking upwards at the sky, focusing on his own breathing and getting it back to the pace it should be at. He could see small puffs of vapor escape his mouth with each exhale he released, each one audible but given a few minutes they would be like any normal breath. The silence was broken by Shinefang muttering something that Grousestar didn't quite hear; the brown tabby looked over curiously but didn't press for him to say it louder. Perhaps it wasn't meant for him, perhaps those words were only meant to stay to him and him only, a slip of the tongue. But then, the medicine cat decided to speak up, the leader listening quietly, curious as to the wisdom that the tom might give him.
And when he heard, truly heard, what he was saying, he found himself agreeing. Looking back at his own life, aside from the quiet grieving for his missing brother, he longed to grow up all of his life. He was excited to be an apprentice, then he was eager to be a warrior, then he was eager to put more moons under his belt, hoping to one day be a senior warrior. Of course his path changed slightly when he was named deputy, and shortly after that, leader. It was never something he quite expected, but he had been eager for that next step in his life. The next goal. And now, sitting here, over 40 moons under his belt, he realized how rushed his life really did feel. There were moments in time where he felt it slowed, and those were prominent memories in his mind, but every other part of his life was a blur. And the thought saddened him. There was so much more to life than just rushing for the next goal, the next milestone. You just had to slow down to see it. "Very well spoken Shinefang." He murmured quietly, his head turning slightly, to look at the mostly frozen stream.
"I think I am getting to that point in my life, where I want things to slow down. There's not much of a goal to reach for. No next ceremony to look forward to, aside perhaps, of becoming an elder and retiring but I don't want to rush towards that. I want to slow down."

(How dare you! Jk, life happens. School is kind of important :) )

Shinefang listened to Skyclan's leader. There was nothing more to add. The younger tom was just getting his first taste of contentment and seeing how the flavor compared to the sharp tang of speed and longing for more and more that every cat spent his younger days chasing. The old tom wondered if the leader would look back on talks like this someday, and think of him as a wise old medicine cat spouting profound truths by a stream. He couldn't help but grin to himself. Wise? Me? Even the smartest kitwit is still a kitwit. But never underestimate the power of hindsight to make you sound deep. Enjoying this time simply sitting quietly by the stream, Shinefang opted not to interrupt it until a particularly strong gust seemed to cut right through his fur. He shook out his pelt. "Well, maybe we ought to speed up just long enough to get back. You know, before you catch cold." The old tom pulled his gaze away as he turned back toward camp, sorry to leave the view of the treetops against the sky, and the gentle whispering of the water under the ice. He turned back, checking to make sure the brown tabby was following.

[Owl]

The young kit was swooped up into Tinyfawn's mouth. He dangled from her grasp and looked around. Sure by home he had wanted his Twoleg den, with his mother and siblings. He wanted the sweet little Twoleg to hold him and tick the spot behind his ears. He wanted that home, but like his mother and this feline had told him, he couldn't go back there. This Clan that the molly spoke of was going to be his home. Duffle gave a yawn, his tiny maw stretching wide. He blinked his golden green eyes slowly, sleep tugging at him. The gentle sway of motion as Tinyfawn carried him was tempting. He watched the forest and fields flash by as they traveled. He was just about to doze off when Tinyfawn brought him near the training grounds. The excited and defeated cries of the apprentices woke him. He glared around, wondering why on earth cats would be making such noises. If he or any of the other cats in his house had made this kind of racket, the Twolegs would have used their water squirter on them. "Whoa.." He whispered, looking around at the battling cats. "Why are they fighting? Mommy told us not to fight in the house. Can we fight here? Can I try?" He asked excitedly. Duffle looked to the cats in awe as he watched them tussle and bat at each other. It was intriguing and Duffle wanted to be a part in it. He swung his paws around, trying to mimic the motions of the fighting cats. "Take that! And that!" he said, dealing playful blows to thin air. He giggled and looked back at the cats, before Tinyfawn started carrying him away.

He didn't want to leave just yet. He wanted to watch them more, and try to do what they were doing. It looked fun and exciting, better than any games his siblings had come up with. As she began talking to him on a new name, he tilted his head and blinked up at her. "Why do I have to have a new name? Is Duffle not good enough?" He asked innocently. He was concerned at why he had to go by something that wasn't his name. If he went by something else, how would his mother know it was him when he went back to find her when he was older? "I don't want a new name. I want to be Duffle." He said stubbornly, a frown curling on his tiny maw.
Tinyfawn had chuckled when the kit 'battle trained' in between her jaws. She sighed softly with a sad smile before licking the kits head. "Sweetheart, in SkyClan we have to have Clan names. If your mother knew about us and left you in our paws, she'd know that your name would be changed." She sighed looking around the territory just outside the entrance looking for something that would be a good name for Duffle. Then she thought about the stories she had heard in camp about how an elder went on a journey and almost fell down a cliff. The elder had clearly described how steep the rocky side was and suddenly remembered what that was called. "Cragkit, how does that sound?" She then looked at the kits worried expression, she figured he was worried mom wouldn't recognize him or even know it was him with his new name. As if reading his mind, she explained, "Don't worry, mothers are very good at recognizing their kits whether they have a new name or not. Also, if you remember your original name, I'm sure you can tell her it's you." She promised with a small smile on her maw. The long-limbed feline stretched her self, now standing in front of him. "Well what do you think? Cragkit sound pretty good?" She purred nosing his ear.

Hope you don't mind Raven joining in the Roleplay he played Crowsight, future mate of Tinyfawn c;
Raven & Co

[Gone]

Tinyfawn had chuckled when the kit 'battle trained' in between her jaws. She sighed softly with a sad smile before licking the kits head. "Sweetheart, in SkyClan we have to have Clan names. If your mother knew about us and left you in our paws, she'd know that your name would be changed." She sighed looking around the territory just outside the entrance looking for something that would be a good name for Duffle. Then she thought about the stories she had heard in camp about how an elder went on a journey and almost fell down a cliff. The elder had clearly described how steep the rocky side was and suddenly remembered what that was called. "Cragkit, how does that sound?" She then looked at the kits worried expression, she figured he was worried mom wouldn't recognize him or even know it was him with his new name. As if reading his mind, she explained, "Don't worry, mothers are very good at recognizing their kits whether they have a new name or not. Also, if you remember your original name, I'm sure you can tell her it's you." She promised with a small smile on her maw. The long-limbed feline stretched her self, now standing in front of him. "Well what do you think? Cragkit sound pretty good?" She purred nosing his ear.

Hope you don't mind Raven joining in the Roleplay he played Crowsight, future mate of Tinyfawn c;
Raven & Co
A tabby later stepped out of the shadows and gazed at the two with a rather surprised expression. "I was starting to think you got lost, which would've been pretty weird considering you're a warrior." The tom said, giving a slight chuckle, it was Crowsight, he then turned his gaze towards the small tom and he gave him a warm smile. "Hello there, young one." The warrior mewed calmly, taking a seat beside Tinyfawn before turning his gaze to look at her. "Where'd you find him?" He asked, by the tone of his voice, he was pretty concerned, he hated seeing kits being abandonned, even if it was needed, if you had kits, it meant you were ready to take responsabilities, and still, many kits were left abandonned in the forest only to either die or grow up in complete loneliness. "You know, Tinyfawn, it's things like this that make me angry... Even if it's for a kit's own good, his mother still must've agreed to have him, but if she can't take care of him, SkyClan will, I can promise that, and by the looks of it, you'll do a wonderful job." Crowsight added, giving the she-cat a confident smile, by the way he had seen her act before, he knew she was good with kits, and taking care of one wouldn't be too much trouble. "And if you ever need someone to keep him for some time, you can always turn to me." He offered.
Nighty

[goddess of ducks]

Tinyfawn had chuckled when the kit 'battle trained' in between her jaws. She sighed softly with a sad smile before licking the kits head. "Sweetheart, in SkyClan we have to have Clan names. If your mother knew about us and left you in our paws, she'd know that your name would be changed." She sighed looking around the territory just outside the entrance looking for something that would be a good name for Duffle. Then she thought about the stories she had heard in camp about how an elder went on a journey and almost fell down a cliff. The elder had clearly described how steep the rocky side was and suddenly remembered what that was called. "Cragkit, how does that sound?" She then looked at the kits worried expression, she figured he was worried mom wouldn't recognize him or even know it was him with his new name. As if reading his mind, she explained, "Don't worry, mothers are very good at recognizing their kits whether they have a new name or not. Also, if you remember your original name, I'm sure you can tell her it's you." She promised with a small smile on her maw. The long-limbed feline stretched her self, now standing in front of him. "Well what do you think? Cragkit sound pretty good?" She purred nosing his ear.

Hope you don't mind Raven joining in the Roleplay he played Crowsight, future mate of Tinyfawn c;
Raven & Co
A tabby later stepped out of the shadows and gazed at the two with a rather surprised expression. "I was starting to think you got lost, which would've been pretty weird considering you're a warrior." The tom said, giving a slight chuckle, it was Crowsight, he then turned his gaze towards the small tom and he gave him a warm smile. "Hello there, young one." The warrior mewed calmly, taking a seat beside Tinyfawn before turning his gaze to look at her. "Where'd you find him?" He asked, by the tone of his voice, he was pretty concerned, he hated seeing kits being abandonned, even if it was needed, if you had kits, it meant you were ready to take responsabilities, and still, many kits were left abandonned in the forest only to either die or grow up in complete loneliness. "You know, Tinyfawn, it's things like this that make me angry... Even if it's for a kit's own good, his mother still must've agreed to have him, but if she can't take care of him, SkyClan will, I can promise that, and by the looks of it, you'll do a wonderful job." Crowsight added, giving the she-cat a confident smile, by the way he had seen her act before, he knew she was good with kits, and taking care of one wouldn't be too much trouble. "And if you ever need someone to keep him for some time, you can always turn to me." He offered.
Nighty



Duffle frowned. He wasn’t completely sold on the fact of changing his name. Okay so maybe it would help him fit into the Clan but still. What if his Mom didn’t believe him? He swore that someday he would go back and find her. He loved his Mom and he didn’t want to live without her. He still didn’t understand fully why he had to come here. Maybe these cats had to teach him something? Something that would help make him a better cat? Oh! Maybe he would be taught how to fight like those other cats that way he could protect his Mother. Yeah that was it. Cragkit. It sounded funny but he didn’t want to argue. “I like it.” He stayed softly. Okay so he didn’t necessarily like it but still he looked up at the approaching cat. Nervously, he shifted so that his front left leg was hidden from the view of him, concealing the sight of his missing paw. “Hello there.” He squeaked to the Tom cat. He looked back and forth between the warriors as they conversed, hoping his ‘specialty’ wouldn’t be called to attention.

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Duffle frowned. He wasn’t completely sold on the fact of changing his name. Okay so maybe it would help him fit into the Clan but still. What if his Mom didn’t believe him? He swore that someday he would go back and find her. He loved his Mom and he didn’t want to live without her. He still didn’t understand fully why he had to come here. Maybe these cats had to teach him something? Something that would help make him a better cat? Oh! Maybe he would be taught how to fight like those other cats that way he could protect his Mother. Yeah that was it. Cragkit. It sounded funny but he didn’t want to argue. “I like it.” He stayed softly. Okay so he didn’t necessarily like it but still he looked up at the approaching cat. Nervously, he shifted so that his front left leg was hidden from the view of him, concealing the sight of his missing paw. “Hello there.” He squeaked to the Tom cat. He looked back and forth between the warriors as they conversed, hoping his ‘specialty’ wouldn’t be called to attention.
Crowsight smiled down at the tom once more, surprised as he seemed to hide something, which made the tom's ears perk, he sniffed the little tom and, as he heard him, pressed his nose into his fur playfully. "I'm Crowsight, you don't have anything to worry here, you're safe, and we sure can't say less considering you're with Tinyfawn." He mewed softly, giving the kit a lick between the ears, the tom had always had a fatherly side, he loved kits! "Did you come here on your own or did someone bring you here? Because if you were brought here, it means that your mother, or father, knows about the clans." He said, taking in the kit's scent, it wasn't one he knew. Turning his attention to his hidden paw again, he met Duffle's gaze. "Mind showing me what you're hiding under there? We sure wouldn't want you to be injured..." He added, worry clearly evident in his tone, the tom was always like that, being with a kit or his clanmates, he cared, and that was what made him who he was.