Nightwhisper gave a true and encourging nod. "It's true. When I was first an apprentice I had to be called Darkpaw because there already was a Nightpaw, but he eventually become a warrior and I became Nightpaw again." Nightwhisper meowed, "My mate Weepingwillow's brother Longsky did the same thing, he went from Longkit to Snailpaw for half his apprenticeship"
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Oceanstar is the leader of Beachclan!
"You did a great job today and I hope you smile a little by thinking about me at the end of the day" -Kim Hongjoong
Nightwhisper gave a true and encourging nod. "It's true. When I was first an apprentice I had to be called Darkpaw because there already was a Nightpaw, but he eventually become a warrior and I became Nightpaw again." Nightwhisper meowed, "My mate Weepingwillow's brother Longsky did the same thing, he went from Longkit to Snailpaw for half his apprenticeship"
Nightwhisper nodded gently, "So, saying this with experience. It can be done, and will be done if you pursue it. Or you can even request a name change to something similar, like Firepaw or something." Nightwhisper meowed. "Lets not talk about things that make you upset, unless you want to but uhm.... hows being an apprentice feeling? besides the name of course."
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Oceanstar is the leader of Beachclan!
"You did a great job today and I hope you smile a little by thinking about me at the end of the day" -Kim Hongjoong
Nightwhisper nodded gently, "So, saying this with experience. It can be done, and will be done if you pursue it. Or you can even request a name change to something similar, like Firepaw or something." Nightwhisper meowed. "Lets not talk about things that make you upset, unless you want to but uhm.... hows being an apprentice feeling? besides the name of course."
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Oceanstar is the leader of Beachclan!
"You did a great job today and I hope you smile a little by thinking about me at the end of the day" -Kim Hongjoong
Cypresspaw, he/him, 9 moons, light brown tom with soft green eyes and white paws.
“My stupid clumsy butt!!” Cypresspaw thought. He was going to get teased for this by the other apprentices for MOONS. He clumsily stumbled into the clearing, ‘ack’ing and ‘oww’ing as he went. You’re probably wondering what he did to himself now aren’t you. Looking for feathers for his nest is how it started. And then he dropped an ‘extra pretty’ one, chased after it in the wind, tripped over a root, sliding down a hill straight in the the merciless clutches of a bramble thicket!! Bumblestar may aswell name him Cypress’bramblebum when he became a warrior! This was hysterical. His fur was all patchy in clumps, and he had sharp thorns in the most UNTHINKABLE places. “Starclan take me now….” he mumbled.
And he didn’t even get the stupid feather. How pathetic.
GoldenKit
~Post-25~
{A small golden kit with white freckles and gentle green eyes}
GoldenKit he giggled with her. "Even if we are the fastest ever Bumblestar would still catch us." He trotted over to the den but made sure not to disturb it. He glanced at Slugkit. "Let's turn back now."
He was a little nervous of getting into trouble. His paws moved almost on their own as he headed back to the nursery. He was tired from their excursion.
[Sure!]
Slugkit
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Post - 15
The little white molly, stared into the dark entrance of Bumblestar's den her pelt prickling. "Yeah she could..."Maybe they should have stayed by the elder's den. They couldn't rip kit's heads off. It wasn't allowed! She heard Goldenkit say he was turning back and she whipped around. "Ok!" She raced after him and swatted at his ear. "Last one there's a rotten mouse!" She bolted for the nursery, even though she could feel her chest heaving. She knew as soon as they got to the nursery both kittens would be out. This game was too much fun! I don't want it to end! She tipped her head up and let her whiskers get caught in the wind. This had been the bestest day ever!
Warm green-leaf days meant an abundance of bugs as Hollowpaw was beginning to realize. Seriously, there were bugs, like, everywhere. From the flies that surrounded the prey-pile just before some apprentice were to clean out the catches that were starting to go bad all the way to the ants that scurried across the hard packed dirt floor to get to their nests.
Hollowpaw also decides that he doesn't like bugs. He's not scared of them, that's for certain, but he definitely doesn't like them ever since that fruit fly flew into his mouth the other day... that was gross. Anyway! Ever since the meeting, Hollowpaw had felt very much like being an apprentice was hardly different from being a kit. Sure, he could train now and do cool fighting and hunting stuff, but he still wasn't allowed out of camp alone. Well... not even the warriors were allowed to leave by themselves while that owl was still a threat, so maybe the situation was just atypical. Regardless, Hollowpaw doesn't actually feel much different. He's one step closer to becoming strong enough to rule the forest and finally get the recognition and appreciation he's owed, but even this one step closer still feels a long way off.
He's pacing the clearing, walking close to the camp walls and inspecting them so he looks busy (checking for weakness in the brambles mhm, yup, totally) while he thinks, formulating his next steps. Obviously he had to train, and he had to get strong, but what came after that? Would he have to talk to cats of different clans at the gatherings? Get them to see his point of view so that they'd rally to his side when the eventual day of his ascension came? In all his fantasies about becoming king, he never anticipated the need for so much talking. Maybe he could-- his foot suddenly steps in something softish, and, as he looks down, Hollowpaw is met with the sight of countless little ants scurrying away from the hill he just accidentally crushed, a number of them climbing over his white paw.
"Yuck!" He cries, scuttling backwards and shaking his paw as hard as he can to dislodge the bugs from himself. GROSS. WHY ANTS??? EW. "BLEUGH! Get off of me!!" It takes him a moment, but eventually, all the ants get shaken off his foot, and, feeling his skin growing hot from embarrassment, the brown tabby casts his gaze around the clearing, making sure no one saw that just now....
Re: ThunderClan Clearing
