Normally, one did not run into random apprentices out in the middle of the territory. Apprentices typically remained in camp until taken out for training and patrols, because they were LEARNING. They didn't know how to get themselves out of trouble if they got into it, and, for some paradoxical reason, were especially prone to getting into trouble. So spotting a cat who was definitely not a warrior, judging by the aimless pattern he was tracing through the grass, was her cue to make her way to them.
Her initial hypothesis was, in fact, correct. She believed Goldenpaw was his name, and he seemed to have no idea what he was doing. Which was kindof to be expected. Once she was relatively close, Deadmoon called out Oi! Kiddo! What are you doing out of camp? It was probably better to avoid yelling at him for now, just in case he did have a legitimate reason to be out of camp and there was a warrior somewhere nearby. It was sort of a telling-off already, but she'd hear him out before hauling his tail back to Fallownose or Twilightstar, if he deserved it. @ameko
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Drat, foiled already! At the sight of a cat nearby, Goldenpaw hesitated, stuck between whether to try and hide or just act natural. Instead, he did neither, staring blankly at Deadmoon as she approached. Yeah, actually, what was he doing out of camp? It wasn't like he could do much of anything without someone to teach him. Then again, if he couldn't find his mentor anywhere, what was he to do—just laze around in camp all day?
He then realized he'd been completely silent for more than was socially acceptable and cleared his throat. In the most confident voice he could muster, he meowed, "Training." And then, self-sabotaging, added, "By myself."
O...k? Goldenpaw seemed to be staring blankly into space, pondering the mysteries of the universe. Deadmoon didn't have anything against philosophical contemplation per se, but she would like an answer sometime in the next moon, if possible, so that if it was for an actual purpose they could both be on their way. The response was sensible enough, when it did come, and she nodded her head and made to leave, presuming his mentor to be nearby, when he spoke again. How is that going for you, I'm quite curious? she inquired, a bit bemused by his confession. Number one rule of sneaking out of camp was that you didn't immediately volunteer the fact that you were out alone to the first warrior that walked up.
Well, she might not have been the first to walk up, now that she thought about it. Someone a bit dopier might have been fooled, although they would have had to be truly dense to be duped by what had amounted to a pretty pitiful charade. Although she should probably refrain from judging the kid so harshly, it might be a genuine mistake. Although how one accidentally broke that particular rule she didn't understand. Then again, he might be frustrated with a lack of attention from his mentor, assuming he even had one. Most apprentices seemed to struggle with that at some point(not that she had done much better, Snowybreeze was just too nice to hold it against her, bless his little heart). No point in speculating now though. Better to get it straight from the horses, er, cats, mouth, and see what Goldenpaw could do to explain his behavior. @ameko
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Dreamlight's paws carried her out of camp and into the prairie to do some hunting. She recalled promising to take Slatepaw out for some extra hunting practice, but the thing was, she hasn't seen the apprentice since they had done their patrol. It was worrisome. She'd have to make sure to check the apprentice den when she got back to camp, later. For now, she really wanted to see about doing some hunting. The prey pile looked rather low and she aimed to get a few more pieces of prey in there.
Huffing in annoyance- no Sleekgaze, Aspenstrike led Slatepaw out to the territory. "I was thinking we could divide and conquer. You look for some cobwebs and I'll search for borage, and if we have time at the end we'll search for some moss. Does that sound good to you?" The molly was still unadapted to how different the terrain was to her former ThunderClan home, but she was getting used to it. Slowly.
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A large, clearly pregnant kittypet she-cat was seen near the edge of the territory. She had found some moss and was digging it up before placing it in a small pile, almost as though she had overheard the conversation and wanted to help.
Huffing in annoyance- no Sleekgaze, Aspenstrike led Slatepaw out to the territory. "I was thinking we could divide and conquer. You look for some cobwebs and I'll search for borage, and if we have time at the end we'll search for some moss. Does that sound good to you?" The molly was still unadapted to how different the terrain was to her former ThunderClan home, but she was getting used to it. Slowly.
The apprentice followed Aspenstrike out into the territory. Upon the suggestion, the apprentice turned to the warrior and nodded. It was a good idea. "Sounds like a plan! I know the perfect places to find cobwebs!" The apprentice spoke happily, turning and darting off towards a few bushes nearby.
It didn't take long for the black apprentice to find what she was looking for. The bushes were lined with cobwebs, it was really the only place spiders could make them so it was only logical. Slatepaw grabbed a stick nearby and with some not-so-precise maneuvers, she gathered some cobwebs at the end.
It would take a few minutes to do this. But in the end, she would have gathered two decently sized cobwebs to bring back. She was quick to return to their departing spot and awaited Aspenstrike. Hopefully they had good luck too!
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A small black kittypet with blue eyes padded over to Slatepaw with flowers in his mouth. This kittypet was the 8 moon old grandson of Merlin, but everyone knew this kittypet as Arthur. "I picked these for you." He purred before placing down the flowers and backing away. "I hope you don't mind..." He added on the end.
A small black kittypet with blue eyes padded over to Slatepaw with flowers in his mouth. This kittypet was the 8 moon old grandson of Merlin, but everyone knew this kittypet as Arthur. "I picked these for you." He purred before placing down the flowers and backing away. "I hope you don't mind..." He added on the end.
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The slim gray tom was out in the territory when an unfamiliar scent hit his nose, but at the same time, it felt all too familiar. Kittypets. He creeped over to where the kittypet was, who seemed to be... Talking to themselves? He slowly stalked out into the open, facing the kittypet with hostile eyes. "Who are you, and what are you doing on WindClan territory?" he growled to the kittypet.
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A large, clearly pregnant kittypet she-cat was seen near the edge of the territory. She had found some moss and was digging it up before placing it in a small pile, almost as though she had overheard the conversation and wanted to help.
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A nice, pleasant walk through the territory seemed to be just what the medicine cat ordered. Despite the heat of the day, a pleasant cloud cover stopped the sun from being too overbearing, and tan legs carried the patched warrior with ease amongst the flat lands that WindClan had secured for itself after their move. The place was still not quite as familiar to her as their ancient moors had once been, but she would be lying if she did not admit the fields of flowers didn't provide a colorful, pleasant mood to an already wonderful, self imposed patrol. Why she had allowed herself the time to sit and mope, stewing in her own misery was beyond her. Most cats had lost someone in their lives, she was no different to the rest of them. It was how you carried on that made the difference, and she would make sure she carried on with her eternal duty to her clan well fulfilled.
As she approached the edge of WindClan's territory, a scent reached her. Carried over by the breeze. Hackles instantly raising themselves in alertness and a readiness to battle, the spotted warrior shook herself, unwilling to enter the situation in a tiff. She was better than this. Anger was no way to approach an impending fight. And it was always polite to give one warning to any outsider within their territory. Not every cat was blessed with the knowledge of the clans and the laws that they abided by. And some were just too hare-brained to realize the copious scents of cats in the air clearly signaling the area's claim having been made.
Tail twitching, Dapplebreeze made her way towards the scent, carrying herself in a hunter's crouch downwind, ensuring the breeze worked with her to mask her scent until the very last minute. It was here that she saw her. A... molly. Obviously pregnant, by the looks of it, and far enough past the scent markers to be intruding. Perhaps the hormones had made the queen reckless? StarClan knew she herself had gotten a bit restless herself during her two previous pregnancies. Pregnant or not, however, an intruder was an intruder, and the older warrior had no intention to underestimate this feline... or give her any sort of special treatment. One warning was all they would get. Anything further would be settled with teeth and claws.
"It seems to me you are rather far from home, darling," the warrior mewed pleasantly, a demure smile upon her lips that didn't quite reach the cold gleam in her eyes. "I'm afraid you have wandered into WindClan's territory, and we have no room for outsiders. Best you be going now. Wouldn't want to be forced for things to get violent, would we? I would be more than pleased to escort you to the outskirts myself if you are lost," Dapplebreeze continued, whiskers twitching.
Despite the amicableness of her words, there was no friendliness to her tone. No warmth. Only a polite, business like, brisk tone. A clear indicator of a cat who was not here to waste time. Even her offer to escort the queen out had it's reasoning behind it. There was no way she would be leaving the molly to her own devices in WindClan's lands, after all.
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Moorpaw followed after Dapplebreeze, her tail swishing behind her with each step. She missed her old home, and the familiarity of it, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't like the new territory.
She definitely enjoyed getting the chance to explore it and everything being new. There was a certain excitement to it.
Moorpaw paused when her mentor tensed up. Immediately, she lifted her nose to sniff the air, and to actually pay attention to the changes.
The scent of an outsider finally registered in her brain and her eyes darted to her mentor for direction on how to go forward. When the patch coloured warrior forced herself to calm down and approached in a more peaceful fashion, she followed suit. She stepped to the side to avoid walking into Dapplebreeze, and to get a better look at the intruder.
She really hoped the queen chose the easy way. She wasn't keen on the idea of beating up a pregnant lady.
But Dapplebreeze seemed to have a handle on the situation, and so would remain as back up in case things turned sour.
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