The blind apprentice woke up and moved out of the apprentices den to the clearing. She didn't exactly know what she was going to do today. She couldn't leave camp by herself, so unless a warrior was willing to take her out that was out of the question. Though she'd prefer to go and do something productive for the clan like hunting she'd go with doing something in camp. Maybe cats needed help with something around camp? Barleypaw shrugged before moving near the center of the clearing laying down in a loaf position. She wasn't one to be the cat to just go up to another.
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Hornkit bounced up to an apprentice and pounced on them.
He stretched from his spot relaxing in the clearing and dashed over upon being called. Spying on the twolegs? Nectarpaw's stub twitched nervously. "No questions." It's for his clan. It's important. It wasn't like they were attacking like last time.
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"Now that's more like it!" Sixfoot cheered, shaking the pieces of snow of her noggin. Her fur was too short so it never really stuck well anyway, but Gnawingpaw on the other hand had plenty to spare! "Nah save the talking for me 'paw, I'm supposed to be the responsible one here." The warrior chuckled, gathering the snow she'd shaken off beforehand with her big paws. She scraped it all together and nodded her head, cheeky eyes darting to the side. The molly leaned down to Gnawingpaw's head height and focused her gaze across the clearing.
"Alright you see that tom lazing about over there?" A claw extended from her toe as she pointed to the distance. The cat she was pointing at was a fluffy, dark gray warrior, with some white dappling. The tom was stocky and muscular, but his appearance was only threatening to those who did not know him. Blizzardnose was actually quieter, wiser, and more thoughtful than his younger sister, which always made such an easy target to annoy or prank. In fact, he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts right now, 'perfect!'.
"Right now he's probably thinking about his duties or some warrior stuff, he's totally distracted! So all you have to do, is put on your cover-" she picked up a large, fresh clump with her paws and shook it over the apprentice until it was gone, "-and sneak up to him from behind!" Sixfoot dropped down and displayed a stalking crouch. She wasn't the best at the crouches, by means of being stealthy, or fast, but she always stayed upright, even with only two paws on the ground.
"Let's hope Uncle Furbee taught you well, now go get him!"
( @/Alchemist Kitsune , @Splashcloud - Sorry for the delay! Got occupied with the needs of my hand )
| Gnawingpaw | 5 Moons - WindClan Apprentice
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A grin grew on the apprentice's maw the longer the warrior spoke, clearly pleased with the way the day had turned out. So many warriors around camp were so meek like her dad or had a stick so far up their asses she wasn't sure if she would even be allowed to just have fun once she became a warrior. Like... she had to become the best warrior in all of WindClan, obvs. So if that meant no more fun, well... she'd put up with it and crap, she guessed. But it seemed there was more to life than just chores, and already her mind was racing with machinations on how to best balance the best of both worlds.
As Sixfoot pointed, Gnawingpaw turned her gaze towards the victi- clanmate in question. It was a long haired tom. Darker and shorter than her Snowydad, but about as stocky as him. Being used to the pushover giant, the young apprentice merely nodded gleefully, her grin turning feral in nature as teeth glinted beneath eagerly curled lips. What she wasn't used to, however, was having snow being randomly thrown on her! Like... hello?! Rude much?!
Lacking any sensitivity to the cold and realizing that the warrior was simply trying to make certain she was better hidden amongst all the white, the off white she-kit remained quiet, restraining from shaking off the powder that now clung to her fur. Ugh, this was going to be like, such a pain to clean off later. Whatever. Sacrifices had to be made to be the best, she supposed. Instead, she nodded, dropping into a sneaking crouch, using the wind to further hide herself as she slowly made her way towards the gray tom, whiskers twitching with what could be mistaken for hunger the closer she got to her mock prey.
| Sorry this took so long to post. I didn't dare respond sooner in case Blizzardnose joined. Decided against Gnawingpaw making any concrete moves in this response because of that! |
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Fallensky hurried after her patrol, dipping her head to Nectarpaw in greeting. She had recently given him his assessment, and he would be a warrior soon. 'M ready. She murmured, flicking her tail.
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Despite the early hour Sixfoot and Rabbitfur seemed to understand the importance of this and Crowtooth grinned, rasping "Ill explain approach in a second when everyones here but yeah. We aint just wanderin' up, even if the twolegs dont seem active at this hour." For safty reasons of course, though some patrol members might not like it. Of course the rest of the patrol gathering took a bit and Crowtooths frowned deepened as Fallensky and Necterpaw ended up being slow to rise and almost dull in response.
It went without comment but really didnt bode well for the patrol.
"As Sixfoot asked we aint just walkin' up, we're gettin' ta the hills via the tunnels. Ive a route already an' though it'll be dark ya'll should be fine, just hold onta the tail o' the cat in front o' ya.
When there be alert an' 'ave yer head on a swivel for threats, make note o' what ya see, it might be important. If somethin' attacks we make sure we're all clear an bolt, we're trying ta avoid aggression.
Now lets head off, no time ta waste."
With a final check of the sky the deputy stood and lead the group to the nearest tunnel entrance, making sure they were all lined up to not get lost and ducked in, heading towards the hills with tense shoulders.
Stormpelt 20 moons Windclan
Stormpelt walked out in too the clearing bored, walkes up to the frech kill pile and takes a small rabit. He lookes around for somewone to talk with.
@giscoolest (i forgot that about the rabit earlier.)
Last edited by Johrog; March 17th, 2025 at 11:08 AM.
Re: WindClan Clearing
