GladeClan/Roleplay/Archive 02

Archive Info
Archived 25/04/20
Contains info from April - June 2019
Roleplay
Breezepaw rose early, excited to begin. This last moon would be made up of final assessments and advanced skills, and ze was eager to graduate from Sharpclaw's reluctant mentorship. Stepping carefully, ze made their way through the sleeping warriors to Sharpclaw's nest and prodded the tom with one uncompromising claw. "Oi, boss. You said we'd have a dawn assessment. It's dawn. Oi, boss. Get up. Get uuuuuuup I'm ready to goooooo," ze babbled, for once zir laidback attitude replaced by a truly uncharacteristic amount of energy. In fairness, Breezepaw always had the energy to push Sharpclaw's buttons, but that was only part of the equation. The rest was that their warriorhood was looming nearer, and the silvery tabby was equal parts anxious and overeager. The death of zir father was sadly not as shocking as it could have been, and while Breezepaw did grieve in zir own way, mostly ze was just determined to make zir father proud of zem since ze knew Greydawn and Moonspark would now watch from the stars.
The lanky blue-silver tabby apprentice wasn't exactly the stealthiest in zir haste, and Rustwing was woken by a careless paw on her tail. Grumbling softly, she buried her nose deeper into her nest, though now there was no chance of going back to sleep. Muttering about pesky apprentices, she picked her way through her sleeping clanmates and then out of camp, intending to make an early start hunting before she ate.One riot,one ranger! 09:57, April 28, 2019 (UTC)
Yawning, Rosestar slipped out of her den, staring out at the dawn sky, the sandy leader blinked. Her eyes caught the bounce of one of the apprentices vanishing into the warriors' den, before a voice, muffled by the branches and woven vines, annoyed one of the warriors. Amusement glimmered in her eyes, it was time for the apprentices to have their assessments, and it seemed Breezepaw was very eager to get zir assessment done and become a warrior.
Groaning at the loud voice, ripping him from his dream. Sharpeagle glared up at his apprentice, "Did I say that?" he asked as he watched the blue silver tabby bound out of the den, waking Rustwing in the process. Not expecting a response from the younger cat, Sharpeagle hefted himself onto his paws and shook the moss from his pelt, showering it on Shadefern who was sleeping curled tightly in her own nest. The small smokey tabby flinched and jumped in surprise, fear flashing in her eyes as she looked around wildly for what had 'attacked' her. "Chill scaredy mouse, it was just moss" the spotted tom jeered nastily. Shadefern's ears pulled back to her skull as she lowered herself away from the tom's nasty tone.
Both Shadefern and Sharpeagle slipped from the den, glancing around. Sharpeagle for his apprentice, and Shadefern hoping to slip away and go hunting on her own. But her hopes were dashed as Wolfleap appeared from the den, "Oh good, Shadefern, you and Rustwing can go hunting, take Spiderfoot with you; Doepelt, Stagleap, Deerantler, you three take a border patrol, Sharpeagle, didn't you promise Breezepaw that you would do zir dawn assessment today?" Amusement glimmered in his eyes remembering that Sharpeagle had promised it to get the smaller cat to stop bugging him.
Rosestar smiled, it seemed the clan was moving nicely, she slipped through the cats and over to the apprentice den, peering in to see if Mottlepaw was still asleep. "Mottlepaw, wake up, I want to get your assessment out of the way, if you pass this, then you'll get your warrior name!" she meowed into the opening of the den. Though uncertainty flashed through her, there would be no apprentices possibly by the end of the day. and no queens caring for kits, which means it would be more than 6 moons till there were more apprentices. 
Breezepaw shifted zir weight from paw to paw, waiting impatiently for Sharpeagle to get organised. "Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes you did. You distinctly said, "Be up early Breezepaw, we're doing a dawn assessment tomorrow." Regretting it? Fair enough, early kinda sucks and everything's damp. But you said it and I'm sure you want me out of your fur so let's go!" ze cheered, skittering towards zir mentor and aiming a playful swipe at the taller cat's ears.
Rustwing stilled as she heard her name, she'd been hoping to disappear before someone found her. Still, if she had to work with others then she supposed Spiderfoot and Shadefern were the best of the lot. Turning around, the reddish tabby padded begrudgingly back into the camp; joining her hunting partners with a brief nod to both of them. "Alright. Please don't make me be in charge, but where are we going?" One riot,one ranger! 22:55, May 5, 2019 (UTC)
Spiderfoot rose from his light sleep as his name was called and looked around the area around his little make-shift nest. He quickly stood up and moved toward where Rustwing was standing and stood a little ways away. Nodding slightly in agreement with Rustwing, he turned to Shadefern to speak, then thought better of it and looked to his paws as he spoke. “We could head into the pine forest?” He suggested.  23:52, May 5, 2019 (UTC)
Rustwing tilted her head, considering the plan briefly before nodding, a quick birdlike dip that betrayed her anxiety to simply get on with this already. The sooner they left, the sooner they'd be finished and then the sooner she could go somewhere quiet. Lightly nudging Spiderfoot's shoulder affectionately as she did so, Rustwing set off ahead of the patrol. "Sounds a good enough plan." she replied, never one for a whole string of words when simplicity could convey her intent just fine. Spiderfoot would know her well enough by now to be aware of how uncomfortable she was in this situation.
Her paws sank into the damp earth as they headed east towards the forest, crossing a small section of meadow before reaching the shade of the pines. This early in the morning it still seemed to be night beneath the needled, heavy boughs; and the ground was thickly carpeted by more fallen spines. The overall atmosphere would have been claustrophobic to one less familiar with the territory, and even to the GladeClan molly the acrid pine tang made scenting anything else far more difficult. A clatter of wings off to Rustwing's right said a pigeon had just taken off, the reddish tabby cursed very quietly and began to set her paws more carefully. "Well that says there's prey around here at least... Spiderfoot, what do you want us to do from here?" 07:25, May 17, 2019 (UTC)
Spiderfoot followed after Rustwing and stopped when she did. Looking up at the sky that still seemed dark amongst the tall trees, then starting at the sound of a bird flying away, he turned to Rustwing as she spoke. “We could… uh… split up so as not to startle the prey, and meet back here at about…uh...” He looked up at the sky again and then looked down when he realized they couldn’t set a time to meet up again if they couldn’t see the sky. ‘Ok, ok. What else could we do? Oh, they probably think I’m a mouse brain.’ He glanced at his past apprentice and could see she was just as uncomfortable as he was, so he took a deep breath and started again. “We should split up, and meet up again when the sun is visible through the trees.”  14:30, June 11, 2019 (UTC)
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