AshClan/Roleplay/Archive 1

Featherheart stared at the sky, wondering to StarClan why her Clan hated her. *They must think I'm too 'soft'. Oh, so now I'm too weak for AshClan? We don't always have to go by our stereotype.* She looked across the camp at Needleclaw, sorting the patrols. (if that's fine with you?) "I'll never get into the deputy position," she muttered to herself.

She padded across camp to be chosen for the patrols. Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

Needleclaw spotted out of the corner of her eye Featherheart padding over, ready for a patrol. *Like I'm going to send that piece of fox-dung on a patrol!*

"Last patrol went out just now," Needleclaw hissed at Featherheart, the only remaining cat around her. "You can either go sulk in a corner, because you're probably going to do that, but the other option is to go clean the elders for ticks." *We don't have any apprentices available for the job since I sent out Twilightpaw and Oakpaw on a hunting assessment. I guess Featherheart will have to do it.* Needleclaw smirked.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:33, September 1, 2017 (UTC)

Ripplesky padded past the two she-cats, mouth stuffed with herbs, over hearing the words '*ticks off of elders.'* He spit the plants out and mewed in a cheery voice, "I have mouse bile, if you like."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 22:08, September 1, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw bit back a sneer. "Go ahead Featherheart," she growled at the warrior, grinning. "Get the mousebile. Sorry Ripplesky," she added, "for Featherheart's uselessness.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 22:56, September 1, 2017 (UTC)

Ripplesky twitched his whiskers and shrugged, assuming they were joking around or something. "Yeah, so it should be near the entrance, but be careful you don't step in it." Gathering up the rest of his dry leaves and carried them out of camp to bury. *I need fresh ones soon...*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:12, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

"Race you back to camp!" Oakpaw yowled, tearing off through the forests of AshClan, Twilightpaw striding along beside him.

"You're gonna lose so bad!" Twilightpaw sneered, streaking ahead, her long tail streaming behind her. Oakpaw tore after him, claws unsheathed for some reason.

*Maybe we'll see Ripplesky when we get back...*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 04:03, September 2, 2017 (UTC)*

Featherheart sighed, and padded to Ripplesky's den. She grabbed the stick of mouse-bile between her jaws, and started cleaning up the elders' ticks. *How I hate Needleclaw,*  Featherheart thought, making her pull a little hard on the elders fur. "Sorry," she meowed.

She watched the returning patrols. Maybe she could go on one after this? Who knows, maybe she could have before, and Needleclaw could have been lying. Once she finished, she padded outside again, "A patrol has returned, Needleclaw. May I go *now*?"

She needed all her self control not to leap out at the she-cat. Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

Ripplesky lifted his head when he heard the scamper of paws and his heart soared when he was Oakpaw and Twilightpaw racing through the forest. He was so proud of the two apprentices; he loved them. There was something about him only he knew of, he had once broken the warrior code and found a mate - in a different Clan. She had her kits and gave them to him, they grew up to be Twilightpaw and Oakpaw.

Lavenderpaw stuck to the shadows of camp, hoping no one would notice her and start asking her way she was stuck to the camp wall. She didn't hate the cats at all, but she had a hard time finding words to talk to them, and she lacked the confidence to work on it. *They'd all make fun of me if I tried anyway...*

Yewcloud on the other hand padded into camp, back from a hunting patrol, his jaws full of mouse. He was eager to start talking to someone - maybe someone would want to go on an adventure, or play!
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:12, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw imediately veered off her original path to Ripplesky and she darted over to Yewcloud, her mentor. "Wanna go to the gorge?" She suggested. - Oakpaw raced up to Ripplesky, heart racing.

"Hi Ripplesky!" He panted.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:16, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

"Heck yea I do -" Yewcloud began, excitedly kneading the ground, crouched playfully, then sat up straight, forcing a serious look onto his face. He always for some reason forgot Twilightpaw was his apprentice, not just a friend. *Need to be cool and act mature.* "Yes, let's go!" he said, in a less excited voice, but his eyes had a playful glint. ---- Ripplesky grinned down at the tom. "Hi, Oakpaw. What's up?" Ripplesky wished he could tell them... but how would they react? Would they hate him?
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:25, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

Icewing stared at the ground. In the background were sounds of cats playing and having fun, which kinda irritated Icewing. Ever since she was a kit, she was the weak one, the small one, the hated one. It even says it in her name - think of heat as everyone who hated her. Think of Icewing as a cube of ice. The act of them hating Icewing is like the heat melting the ice. Icewing felt as if there was only one speck of ice left. And it sure was about to disappear soon. Sometimes she wished she wasn't that fragile ice. She ewished that she was that strong ice. An ice that doesn't melt. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 22:36, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw purred at her mentor and brushed her whiskers against his, then her pelt softly against his. "Why don't we go?" She tried hard not to blush. *Why in the name of StarClan did I do that? -*

Oakpaw tilted his head when Ripplesky seemed to become awkward. *There's something he's not telling me... I can sense it.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:27, September 3, 2017 (UTC)*

Yewcloud nodded lashing his tail at an idea. "Want to race? Whoever gets there last is a rotten... uh... berry!" he mewed before tearing off, dashing through the camp entrance, without looking back. He was confident she'd follow. *It's fun, and I can test her speed.*

Shaking out his pelt, Ripplesky pushed the thought to the back of his head. He made a promise to not tell them, he would keep it, for their sake, their mothers sake, and his sake. "Well, if you're not busy, would you like to help me collect herbs?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 05:16, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

Oakpaw nodded slowly. "Sure. I'd like to learn a little more about herbs."

Twilightpaw shot past her mentor, her legs carrying her faster than any cat in the forest. *I love being fast.* Twilightpaw reached the gorge quickly, and she barely realised she was already there, until the rush of the river returned to her. *It's almost sunset as well... This'll be wierd... Slightly romantic even...* She shivered at the thought, but some part of her warmed at that part.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:26, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

*Maybe I'll give it a try,* thought Icewing. She looked at Oakpaw and Ripplesky and walked over to them. "Hi," her voice came out quieter than a whisper. "Um, can I, uh, go with y-you?" she stammered. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:18, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

Yewcloud appeared a moment later, trying to keep his breathing under control when he stopped beside her. His lungs burned from the run, but he liked to feel that burn, it made him feel truly alive. "Man... you can run... fast!" he panted, sitting down for a moment. "I've only ever been beaten by my sister."

"Sure, I'd welcome all the help I can get," Ripplesky replied, with a kind nod to Icewing. Turning his attention on both of them he pulled one of the dry leaves from the pile and placed it in front of them. "We're looking for this, it's called dock. It has a slightly sweet and bitter smell."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:16, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

*Awesome, I finally can talk to someone,* Icewing thought. "Slightly sweet and smells bitter. Got it," she said confidently, but under it was a layer of fear and anxiety. *What if I mess up? What if I say something wrong? What if they realize they don't like me?* ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 14:11, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw laughed. "It's so beautiful up here!" She breathed, settling down at the gorge edge. "I could stay here all night!"

Oakpaw shrugged as he glared at Icewing. He had never been fond of her. A low growl came from his throat. "Don't mess up," he snapped at the she-cat.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 19:51, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

Icewing was a bit hurt but she tried not to show it. Oakpaw was part of the "heat".She willed for more courage to come into her. "Well, you don't have to snap at me," she said, but her voice was low and small - no one could hear her. She tried again. "You don't have to snap at me. I know you don't like me, but it's just not necassary." This time her voice was firm and clear. *I did it!* ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 20:56, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

"Enough," Ripplesky shot a glare at Oakpaw before giving Icewing a kind smile. He knew how hard the she-cat tried, but she always seemed to be alone and failed. *She needs to boost her confidence, it'll help her make friends and get better at things she's bad at.* "Let's go," he mewed, leading the way with his tail held high.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:18, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

Oakpaw glared at Ripplesky before turning back to Icewing, snarling, "you get the message of what I think of you, right? If you didn't, you dumb. I remember when you pushed *her* into the river. She drowned, so you know," he added at a low growl, padding faster to pad next to Ripplesky.

*Oh I wish you were the one in that damned river, Icewing. You killed her, and now I've lost the love of my life.* Memories of the molly's soft cream and white fur brush against his and he remembered her pools of blue eyes that he'd get lost in everytime he saw her. Her sleek build, her loving and caring personality... And now, she's gone, all because of *Icewing*.

Oakpaw had to hold back tears. *I love you, Shinepaw, and I promise, I will avenge you.*

Twilightpaw laughed warmly again and touched her muzzle to Yewcloud's ear. *He's such a good mentor... I like him a lot. I bet Oakpaw's jealous. Needlelclaw must be a pain.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:28, September 4, 2017 (UTC)*

Small anger rose in Icewing. The death was an *accident*, but she was too shy to say it out loud. And plus, if she did say it aloud, Oakpaw wouldn't believe her. Without saying a word, Icewing caught up with Ripplesky and Oakpaw. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:46, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

Ripplesky touched his wispy tail tip to briefly Icewing's flank, as a form of comfort. He knew the story of Shinepaw's death, he knew it was an accident. *Oakpaw loved her, I could see it in his eyes everytime she was in his sight. He's blaming Icewing because... who wouldn't? When you're so overcome by grief over a loved one, you seek someone out to blame and let your anger out on.* He moved his tail to rest on Oakpaw's shoulders. *It's okay, Oakpaw,* he told his son silently.

The touch of Twilightpaw's muzzle to his ear made Yewcloud feel warm and fuzzy. He pulled away for a moment, puzzled, then decided it was nothing. He sat silently beside her, watching the sun sink lower into the sky, a few hawks flew through the sky farther off, battling over a pitiful mouse.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:38, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

A tear formed near Icewing's eyes. She looked at Ripplesky, then Oakpaw, and sighed. *That apprentice just doesn't know what it feels like to be hated,* she thought. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 18:18, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw felt a little hurt at her mentor's reaction and drew her head away. She gazed sadly over the gorge edge, peering into the dar kblue depths of the river beneath her. She remembered Shinepaw's death everytime she saw water, so she drew her head up and turned to Yewcloud attempting a smile, or at least a grin, but she failed and her features fell once more.

Oakpaw felt like lunginbg at Icewing and clawing out her throat, just to get his revenge over and done with. *That would be stupid, Oakpaw. Don't be too risky.* He padded faster to be ahead of the other two cats, so he could think about Shinepaw.

Needleclaw yowled in annoyance. "No, Featherheart! *You* will have to hang out in camp today, got it? The deputy turned away from Featherheart and bounded across the clearing, to the warriors den. *Why am I so mean and unfair towards Featherheart? I don't like it, however much she wants my position. I'll make an effort to be nicer next time I talk to her.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 19:39, September 4, 2017 (UTC)*

Seeing Twilightpaw's fallen look, Yewcloud cocked his head, concerned. "Is something the matter?" he asked quietly to the young she-cat. --- Ripplesky let out a soft sigh as Oakpaw ran ahead of them. He wished there was something he could do to ease his sons pain.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:02, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

"I miss Shinepaw," she sighed. *And Icewing didn't mean to.* She held back tears and turned to Yewcloud.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 23:53, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

Yewcloud leaned toward her and wrapped his tail around her in a gesture of comfort. "I'm so sorry you lost your friend. I know how it feels. I've lost many close to me." His own sadness swept over him as he remembered his mother and father, both dead. his Dear sister - who knew where she was. She had run off with a tom moons ago, expecting kits. *Am I an uncle yet?* And someone else, a pretty young molly whom he had been mooning over for awhile, his friend, lost to greencough last leafbare (speaking of which, what season is it in the rp?).
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:42, September 5, 2017 (UTC)

(Maybe leaf-fall because in FrostClan Fernfrost mentioned it being close to leaf-bare) Twilightpaw fought back touching Yewcloud's muzzle to her's, but the sky caught her eye.

"Look at it!" She breathed. The sky was bathed in pink, orange and purple light, the sun sinking into the vast horizon. "Have you heard about the Sun-Drown place story?" She asked Yewcloud softly.

"My favourite cat from the stories was Squirrelflight! She was like me." -

Oakpaw, still lost in thoughts about Shinepaw, almost ran into a huge oak tree, but Ripplesky stopped him. "Have you spotted any dock yet?" He asked wearily. -

Needleclaw lashed her tail and fought back a hiss as she saw Featherheart complaining to her friends near the edge of camp. *Maybe I don't want to change how I treat her? She's so annoying...*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:35, September 5, 2017 (UTC)*

"Oh yes, I've heard of the Sun-drown place story. My mother loved telling me about it. I honestly don't know who my favorite was.. I know a tom who lives in another Clan who went there once," Yewcloud mewed, picturing himself making the long journey there. "it was dangerous."

Ripplesky briefly shook his head, feeling a bit worried about Oakpaw after he almost ran into the tree.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:15, September 5, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw mewed in agreement. "The sky is gorgeous!" She purred and she laid her tail over Yewcloud's back, her eyes meeting his. -

Oakpaw asked his question again. "Did you find any dock?" He expected the answer to be no, but he asked anyway.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 23:57, September 5, 2017 (UTC)

Yewcloud murmured in agreement, staring off into the pink streaks fading to blue. --- "None yet. If you want to go back to camp, your welcome to," Ripplesky suggested. It wouldn't be good for Oakpaw and Icewing to fight the whole time.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 12:40, September 6, 2017 (UTC)

At Ripplesky's suggestion, Icewing felt the urge to get away from Oakpaw. *No,* she told herself. *I'm here for a reason.* She scanned the ground for dock. "I found some dock!" She pointed her tail at some leaves that produced a sweetish bitter smell. *Oh, no. Now Oakpaw's going to be jealous because I found the dock before him.* ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 23:42, September 6, 2017 (UTC)

"Good job, Icewing," Ripplesky had trouble pulling his gaze away from Oakpaw and turning to inspect the leaves on the ground Icewing had spotted. He plucked the leaves off and nodded to another neaby clump.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:12, September 7, 2017 (UTC)

Oakpaw growled in annoyance when he heard Icewing yowl triumphantly. "Shut up!" He screeched at her. "Stop bragging for once in your damned life!" He heard Ripplesky gasp at his language, but Oakpaw didn't care. He felt like cursing right now.

He leaped forward, claws unsheathed and raked them over Icewing's nose. "That'll teach you," he spat. "I'll never finish with you after what you did to Shinepaw!" This time, Oakpaw couldn't help but break down. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he turned away from Icewing, his feeling taking over. *I can't deal with it anymore.* He turned back and snuggled into Ripplesky's chest, letting tears roll down his cheeks and splatter on the ground. *I don't care that Icewing has seen me so upset now. It shows I'm still able to feel emotion, unlike her. -*

Twilightpaw brushed her whiskers against Yewcloud's and she pressed her pelt into his, her feeling taking over. *I've liked him since I was young, I just have denied it for a long time. But how can I fight love?*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:36, September 8, 2017 (UTC)*

Anger and protectivness burned in Ripplesky's heart, for both Oakpaw and Icewing. He rarely snapped, but Oakpaw attacking a Clanmate was the worst answer to anything. Just when he was about to yowl at the apprentice, he snuggled into his chest and Ripplesky's anger melted instantly away. Grief for Oakpaw made his shoulders sag. There had to be something he could do to ease Oakpaw's sadness, but what. He gave his son comforting licks on the ears and whispered that it was okay, all the while with a heavy heart.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 17:23, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

"I'll go out on my own," Oakpaw croaked, tears still rolling down his cheeks as he spun around and bolted. *I can't be around her anymore without breaking down. Icewing has torn me into a million pieces.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 20:11, September 8, 2017 (UTC)*

Ripplesky watched helplessly as Oakpaw raced away. He so wanted to help him, but how? It would take time for Oakpaw's broken heart to mend. He padded over to Icewing, checking the scratch Oakpaw had given her. "I'll put some marigold on that when we find some... It's not your fault. Oakpaw's just taking Shinepaw's death hard. Don't blame yourself."

"You'll be a warrior soon," Yewcloud commented after a long silence, and he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, glittering with pride. "You'll be a great one."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 20:43, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

"Thanks!" Twilightpaw meowed proudly. "I hope my warrior name is Twilightstrike," she added admittedly. "I like to strike at night, you know? I want my name to honor who I am." She touched her muzzle to Yewcloud's ear and whispered.

"I need to tell you something."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:01, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

Spiritpaw glared at her sister. "Hey, fox dung! Go get your amazing sister a mouse!" When Tatteredpaw hesitated, Spiritpaw growled and clawed her face. "Now." Tatteredpaw angrily walked over to the fresh kill pile, her pelt bristling. There were no mice there. *Seriously, now I have to go catch one!* Her anger with her sister spilled over, and Tatteredpaw stormed out of camp. She ran through her territory, not caring that she was scaring the prey away. Creek

Yewcloud purred. *I can talk to our leader. Twilightpaw's warrior name will be Twilightstrike.* "That's a lovely name." He glanced at her, eyes lighting up with interest. "Go on?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:20, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

*Okay, here it goes.* "Please don't think I'm a lovesick she-cat, but I've had a crush on you ever since I was three moons old." *It's out in the open now, he has to say something. I just hope he doesn't hate me now... -*

Oakpaw ran and ran. He wouldn't stop, couldn't stop until he was far enough away from Icewing. He dashed into a clearing and scurried up a tree, and let himself go. He let the tears and sobs come, he let the crying come, he let all the emotion he had been trying to control out. *I needed Shinepaw to survive, and Icewing killed her!*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:50, September 9, 2017 (UTC)*

Tatteredpaw stopped running, panting. She heard a cat crying nearby, but decided not to bother them. If she did, she'd probably get clawed across the face. *I guess I'd better try to get a mouse.* Tatteredpaw began scenting for prey. Creek

Lavenderpaw moved slowly out of camp. She didn't really have anything in mind to do, but a walk sounded nice. So she padded a silent as a snake through the forest, moving very slow. That was something she got comments about a lot. You're so sloooow! Well, Lavenderpaw couldn't help she wasn't the fastest cat ever. Maybe she liked taking a moment to look around to see the world! When she tried telling cats stuff like this, they just stared at her like she was crazy. Couldn't someone understand a little?

Yewcloud stared at Twilightpaw for a moment, not really knowing how to feel or what to say. He had grown a liking towards Twilightpaw as well, but nothing that big. Finally, he couldn't help giggling like an idiot. "Aww! That's so cute and flattering!" he squeaked. He recalled when he was an apprentice, Twilightkit always followed him around and wanted to hang out with him constantly. Yewcloud had never thought she had a crush on him.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:13, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw felt a little put out. She had thought for sure Yewcloud liked her back! "So... You don't like me like I like you?" She asked softly, her bushy tail swaying behind her. -

Oakpaw tried to silence his sobs as Tatteredpaw shot by under his tree, but he coudn't. The tears had stopped, but the sobbing hadn't.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:22, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Yewcloud's eyes widened as he realized he might have hurt her feelings a little. "Oooh, Twilightpaw, its not... I do like you a lot," he admitted, shifting his paws, feeling a little embarrased, which was weird because he never felt embarrased!

Lavenderpaw continued to slink through the trees, looking for a stick to amuse her. She could toss it around or something. Or she could hunt...
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:29, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw gaped at him. *Yes!* She pressed herself into his pelt and she touched her muzzle to his. "This is breathtakingly romantic!" She breathed when she looked up and saw the clouds filtering the sky's colorful patterns on to the ground. The rush of the river calmed Twilightpaw for some reasons as well.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:32, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Yewcloud giggled again and snuggled close to Twilightpaw. Everything felt right at this moment, he had liked Twilightpaw before, but now it felt stronger. Before he could push it to the back of his head and say no he didn't, but now he couldn't. He had a full blown crush!
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:44, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

"Do you think I should get my warrior name soon?" Twilightpaw asked her crush/mentor curiously.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:47, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Yewcloud gave her a long look before giving her a shrug. "Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe I'll talk to the leader 'bout it, maybe I won't. Depends on how lazy I am tomorrow," he yawned with a playful glint in his eyes.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 03:11, September 9, 2017 (UTC)\

Twilightpaw gave him a sassy look. "You're always lazy!" She pouted. "Do you know sometimes you can be worse than a fox?" She purred playfully and twined her tail with Yewcloud's.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:21, September 9

Spiritpaw crashed through the forest, looking for Tatteredpaw, who was taking too long for her taste. Meanwhile, Tatteredpaw heard the cat try to stop sobbing, but fail. "Sorry for bothering you." She whispered, then began to back away. Creek

"I knew I shouldn't have said I found the herbs," Icewing muttured to herself. "I guess I'll be going then," she said, her voice unstable. She quickly ran back to AshClan camp, dropping the dock leaves at Ripplesky's paws before she did. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:44, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

"Wait, Icewing!" Ripplesky stared after the she-cat as she raced away. Letting out a sigh, he leaned down and picked up the leaves they'd collected. He'd just finish by himself. His shoulders sagged. Ripplesky felt like a horrible medicine cat, he failed to help his Clanmates so often, he couldn't even help his son!

Racoontail slid out of the warriors den, scanning the clearing for his apprentice, Tatteredpaw. He didn't see her anywhere so he took his search outside.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 12:49, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

A small tear slipped down Icewing's cheek. *I can't do anything right! Maybe it would've been better if I hadn't gone with Ripplesky and that apprentice in the first place.* ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:51, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Oakpaw scurried down his tree and he imediately picked up the scent of apprentice. *Tatteredpaw!* He would recognise the she-cat's scent anywhere. It was so sweet, he could easily identify it from the stiff scent of the forest and the rich scents of prey. He had managed to stop sobbing, but only just. He was ready to break down at any moment. -

Needleclaw growled in annoyance. *Where is my apprentice? He'll be late for our battle session!* Oakpaw could sometimes be so not committed, and Needleclaw hated that. *He'd better get his tail back to camp otherwise he's dead.* She looked up and saw Racoontail padding across the clearing. Her heart soared. The two were friends, and pretty good ones in fact. *It's not like I have a crush or anything like that on him... yet...*

She stiffened her half purr. *No way am I showing even a little losen in my strength around Featherheart.* She started her way towards Racoontail.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:22, September 11, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw, realizing her mentor was probably looking for her, left Oakpaw to calm down and ran back to camp. She ran to the camp entrance as her mentor walked out. "Raccoontail! I'm here!" **The light will always overcome the dark** 10:54, September 11, 2017 (UTC)

Racoontail stopped in his tracks and grinned as Tatteredpaw appeared in the camp entrance. "I was looking for you, what were you doing?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 20:39, September 11, 2017 (UTC)

"I was hunting." Tatteredpaw told her mentor. "But I had no luck." **The light will always overcome the dark** 20:56, September 11, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw approached Racoontail and Tatteredpaw, head held high. "How are you two?" She asked them as she reached them, her unaturally cold voice prominent.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:26, September 12, 2017 (UTC)

"Good," Raccontail dipped his head to the deputy. He knew that under her cold voice, there was a kind and caring cat. Needleclaw had been his only friend throughout his life, she was one of the few cats who didn't think he was trouble. "I was about to suggest we battle train," Raccoontail added, with a short glance to his apprentice.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:16, September 12, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw, hearing what Raccoontail said, grinned to herself. Battle training! That was almost always fun to do. *I wonder what I'll be learning today...* **The light will always overcome the dark** 18:19, September 12, 2017 (UTC)

Featherheart was curled up in her nest. Hopefully nobody noticed she was awake. Her paws were twitching, but cats might think she was dreaming. If they knew, hopefully they wouldn't bother her. "Who am I kidding? They *will* bother me, no matter awake or asleep. They hate me. I'll never become deputy," she meowed a little too loudly. Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

*"'**They hate me.*****" Icewing turned to Featherheart's voice was coming. She walked over to her. "I don't hate you," she murmured. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 23:46, September 12, 2017 (UTC)**

"Do you mind if I join you?" Needleclaw asked, flexing her claws. "I know a few moves." She was well known for her superb battle skills. Probably why almost everyone in every other Clan hated her. -

Oakpaw entered camp and headed straight for the fresh-kill pile, unable to meet anyone's gazes as they glanced at him warily. *I don't want to talk to any of them.* Ever since Shinepaw's death, Oakpaw had become an aggressive outsider to the rest of the Clan. *She was what kept me together. Now I'm all over the place. -*

Twilightpaw lead Yewcloud along the path she only knew about, towards the Secret Cove. She thought it would be perfect, good hunting was there, especially at night, which it was. It was also absolutely beautiful, so it would be a tiny bit romantic.

"You'll love where we're going," she purred at Yewcloud, twining her tail with her's as they moved on. "It's perfect, and only *I* know about it. Well, you will as well, of course," she added lovingly. -

Crowpelt looked around camp desperately, trying to locate Spiritpaw. *She needs to show up soon. I was planning on taking her to the border.* He always got nervous when his apprentice didn't show up for lessons. -

Shinepaw watched Oakpaw was StarClan, tears staining her cheeks. She hated it when he was upset, especially when he was upset about *her*. Shinepaw got to her paws and trotted away from the pool that showed her AshClan camp and went to join her friend from FrostClan, Leafsong, who was busily chatting with some other FrostClanners, some other cats from other Clan around her too.

"Hi!" Shinepaw tried to exclaim enthusiastically, but all she managed was a croaky hello.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:52, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

Spiritpaw prowled through the bushes behind Crowpelt, trying to get the perfect position. Once she thought she had it, she leaped onto the back of her mentor. ----- Tatteredpaw felt a sense of relief as Oakpaw calmed down enough to come back to camp. That was probably a good thing, right? **The light will always overcome the dark** 10:51, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

(oh that reminds me, we should make a StarClan and Dark Forest Roleplay, and probably a loner and rogues) Yewcloud followed Twilightpaw with a stupid grin on his face. "Sounds charming. How did you find it?"

Racoontail nodded. "Sure, I don't see why not."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:04, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

(sure!) Needleclaw nodded and risked a grin at Racoontail before she lead the way to the training hollow, her sleek black fur blending into the night. -

Twilightpaw replied, "I found it on a hunt. Not too long ago, actually." They padded through a row of bushes and lead the way through them, on to the other side. They were in front of a waterfall.

"We have to go through it," she explained. -

Crowpelt tumbled out of the way of his apprentice just in time, her paw snagging on his tail a bit. He leaped to his paws and charged at her; she leaped, he slid under her belly raked his claws down, before sliding out the other side and standing up, a fake scowl on his face as he regroomed his fur.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 19:18, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

"You walked through a waterfall while hunting?" Yewcloud asked with a frown and he gave Twilightpaw a puzzeled look. What made her decide to get her pelt wet like that?

Racoontail followed Needleclaw, beckoning Tatteredpaw to follow while he silently thought of what battle moves they should practice.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 20:00, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw scuffled her paws. "I was just curious!" She defended lightheartedly, a purr rising steadily in her throat as she felt the cold water splash her pelt. "I love the water! It's so nice and cold..." -

Oakpaw settled down with a finch and began to eat, unsure of what to think or say. -

Needleclaw growled, "why don't we practise a few basics first, to give your apprentice dome warming up time, before moving on to the more complicated ones she knows. Perhaps if she's well behaved I could teach her a new move?"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 20:29, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw followed her mentor and Raccoontail through the forest, letting the smells flood her nose.

Spiritpaw was furious when her mentor clawed her belly. *During training, he says I can't use my claws, then he attacks me?!? Stupid two-faced cat!* Standing up, Spiritpaw glared at her mentor as he groomed himself, her gaze burning into his pelt. **The light will always overcome the dark** 20:37, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

Racoontail nodded. "I don't see why not," he glanced at Tatteredpaw. "What do you think? We could always try the badger defense."

Yewcloud followed Twilightpaw into the roaring water, letting out a gasp at the cold shock when the water covered his pelt. Once they reached the otherside, his fuzzy white pelt was drenched.

Lavenderpaw padded into camp with a stick she found and she was ready to tear the bark off it. Her eyes fell on Oakpaw who was eating alone, looking pretty down. Most of her life she called him her only friend. She made her way over and sat down next to him, without a word and began to skin the bark off the stick.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:28, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw glanced at the two cats. "I think I'd like to try the badger defense." **The light will always overcome the dark** 21:36, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

Icewing stood there very still, waiting for a response. Though there wasn't one. She dipped her head and walked away, looking around to see if there was anything to do. Her eyes caught the fresh kill pile. *I could go hunt!* ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 22:38, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

"Sorry about the claws," Crowpelt apologised to his apprentice, who seemed like she was going to burst with fury. "An old habbit, you know?" *No, you liar Crowpelt. It's not an old habbit.*

"Why don't I take you to the FrostClan border? I can teach you better there than in the training hollow when Needleclaw is there," he finished. He hated to admit it, but he was kind of scared of the fierce deputy. The only cat who seemed to like her was Racoontail, and he had an excuss. The two had grown up together. -

Needleclaw reached the training grounds first. She settled down in the corner of the sandy arena and lashed her tail. "Show me what she's learned so far," she ordered, her throat dry for some odd reason, she presumed. -

Oakpaw aknowledged Lavenderpaw's presence by licking her over the ears. She was like a sister, like Twilightpaw. "How are you?" He askd softly, his voice cracking. *Show some strength Oakpaw. Don't let this bring you down.* But he couldn't help it. He turned away from Lavenderpaw to wait for her answer to hide his tears welling in his eyes. -

Twilightpaw couldn't hold back a gasp of wonder as she and Yewcloud stepped out on the other side of the waterfall. They at the entrance to a massive stone walled and rooved cave, except it was exceptionally bright, with soft grass, chirping birds and beautiful flowers. And plenty of prey scents.

"Gorgeous, isn't it?" She breathed rolling over in the grasses, her smooth pelt even smoother and silkier.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:59, September 14, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw calmly walked to the training area and sat in the middle of it, waiting for what battle move she needed to do.

Spiritpaw didn't believe her mentor when he said it was an old habit, but she wanted to train to beat her sister, so she'd confront him later. "The FrostClan border sounds good to me." *Maybe we can even fight some FrostClan cats!*  **The light will always overcome the dark** 10:57, September 14, 2017 (UTC)

Racoontail nodded. "Let's show her, Tatteredpaw," he mewed, thoughtfully. "How about 'approach from above your enemy'." It was simple, gain high ground, then the enemy would have to fight you up hill, weakening them.

Yewcloud stared around in amazement, his mouth hanging open. "Wow..! Yes it is. I can't believe this has been hidden in our territory for so long," he said, lying like a loaf of bread beside Twilightpaw.

"I am good," Lavenderpaw said, showing him her newest stick. "The bark on this one is easy to pull off," she mewed, pulling off a strip and nudging it to Oakpaw. "You can use it for your nest." She stared at him. She always knew when he was upset and she knew what he was upset about now. "I'm sorry." She lie her tail across his and stared into the distance. "It's okay."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:25, September 14, 2017 (UTC)

Icewing walked out of AshClan camp. The leaves rustled, and the scent of a squirrel came into her nose. She dropped into a crouch, and stalked the squirrel. She leaped, claws unsheathed, onto the squirrel. She burried it, and padded further into the forest. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 22:21, September 14, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw nodded, and ran up the hill. When she began to fight Raccoontail, the young she-cat easily defeated her mentor because of her downhill advantage. **The light will always overcome the dark** 00:07, September 15, 2017 (UTC)

*Does this apprentice think she can fight?* Needleclaw yowled for them to stop. "Your want is good," she told the apprentice firmly. "But your tecnique is terrible. Keep your legs closer to your body, otherwise you'll give your opponent an easy attack plan, *planned* for them!" She felt sorry for the apprentice.

"Look, I'm sorry if I sound cruel," she started. "But you have to learn." -

Twilightpaw bounded across the cave to a shimmering pool, filled with cold water. She jumped in and began to play joyfully, as Yewcloud watched her, amusement glinting in his eyes. -

Oakpaw began to groom out Lavenderpaw's knotted pelt, his eyes closed as his tongue rasped over her fur. *I wish Shinepaw was here so I could do this to her...*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:09, September 15, 2017 (UTC)*

Featherheart sighed. "Stop lying."

She padded out of her nest. She padded outside by herself. She was going to go hunting, no matter if Needleclaw liked it or not. Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

Tatteredpaw backed away from Raccoontail and tested out Needleclaw's suggestion, bringing her legs closer to her body. She looked up at her. "Is this right?" **The light will always overcome the dark** 11:37, September 16, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw grinned and nodded approvingly. "Much better. Now try fighting your mentor one more time, this is only a warm up!" She reminded the young apprentice as she bounding happily over to her mentor.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:16, September 16, 2017 (UTC)

Yewcloud purred, watching Twilightpaw. How she could bear touching water? He didn't know. Water was yicky; it matted his beautiful white fur!

Racoontail watched uneasily. "You did great with the other attack too, Tatteredpaw, as well as this," he mewed. He loved Needleclaw so much, she was his one and only friend, but he couldn't help feeling like she was taking over. Yeah, he was grateful for her help though.

Leo scampered along the branch of a large oak tree, balencing on the wideset branches. He loved tree climbing.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:21, September 16, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw nodded and walked back to her mentor, a small smile on her face on Needleclaw's praise. Making sure to keep her legs closer to her body, the apprentice attacked her mentor from on the hill again.

Spiritpaw stared at her mentor, who had done nothing for some time Were they going to the FrostClan border together, or would she have to take herself there? **The light will always overcome the dark** 11:24, September 17, 2017 (UTC)

Icewing looked around, trying to find more prey. Her head turned in the other direction, Icewing bumped into a tree. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 11:46, September 17, 2017 (UTC)

Racoontail fought Tatteredpaw with fast swipes and jabs, but couldn't get a good blow in. In the end, she overpowered him.

Leo heard a sound below him, as if something ran into a tree. He peered down curiously to see a she-cat there. "You okay down there?" he asked, amusement glittering in his amber gaze.

Lavenderpaw left her stick to be torn apart later and groomed Oakpaw's fur as he did hers.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:05, September 17, 2017 (UTC)

"Yeah, I'm fine," Icewing called. She craned her neck towards the cat on the tree, narrowing her eyes. "Who are you?" ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 14:59, September 17, 2017 (UTC)

Crowpelt lead his annoyed apprentice to the FrostClan before and they arrived there rather quickly. "Okay, let's start with some basic scent recognition," he ordered. "What can you scent?" -

Oakpaw saw that Lavenderpaw had dropped her stick and had started grooming his fur. -

Twilightpaw took a deep breath and dove under the water, letting the cool refresh her face. She emerged once more and called up to Yewcloud encouragingly, "you'll love it once you get in here!" -

Needleclaw purred as mentor and apprentice moved back over to her, their eyes lit up in excitement and adreniline. "How was that?" She asked the tw of them. "I know I approve!" She touched her muzzle to Racoontail's reassuringly and then nodded to Tatteredpaw.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 20:27, September 17, 2017 (UTC)

"Haha!" Yewcloud began to laugh like an idiot, looking frightened and uncomfortable. "No, no, no, nope, no, nope, nope, no. No water for me, thank you very much! I'd die if I touched water."

"It was great," Racoontail admitted, smiling at Needleclaw then his apprentice. "Do you have any other ideas?"

Lavenderpaw silently groomed Oakpaw's pelt, thoughts dancing in her head. "Have you ever stared off into the sky when your mind screams to you and all those little unimportant nags start to be important?" she asked, quietly. "I've done it before. And I feel better. They go away and there's nothing at all buzzing in my head. It's peaceful." Whenever she became anxious about stupid things, whenever the thought of her family members, all gone, came to her head, she'd go to a quiet grassy spot and stare at the sky, just watching clouds pass by. Her head quieted down and she felt better. She didn't feel sad. Maybe Oakpaw would feel the same. Maybe Shinepaw's death wouldn't bother him as much. Maybe whenever he got that feeling where something stupid is important it wouldn't bother him that much.

Leo jumped to the ground and eyed the she-cat with friendly eyes. "The names Leo. Are you Treeface?" he meowed, eyes glimmering playfully.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:18, September 17, 2017 (UTC)

Icewing giggled nervously. "No, I'm Icewing of AshClan. Nice to meet you, Leo," she said. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 00:41, September 18, 2017 (UTC)

Spiritpaw lifted her nose up in the air and sniffed. "I smell AshClan, FrostClan, pine needles and faint prey scents."

Tatteredpaw grew more excited as she beat her mentor. She glanced at Raccoontail. *I have a idea of what to do, but is he asking me or Needleclaw? **The light will always overcome the dark** 01:31, September 18, 2017 (UTC)*

"Pretty name, kinda werid," Leo's face twisted with confusion. "What's a *Clan*?" he asked bluntly. ---- Racoontail blinked at Tatteredpaw, who seemed to have something to say. "You've got any?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:06, September 18, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw purred. "I'm sure we would all like to hear Tatteredpaw's ideas." *This is like having an apprentice again. Except the only problem is that Tatteredpaw isn't my apprentice.* She shared an amused look with Racoontail. *He's a good mentor to her. I think he's amazing, in fact.* -

Oakpaw thought about Lavenderpaw's question hard. *Hmm... Hard question to answer. I like her for that, but it still doesn't ease my pain for Shinepaw.* He fought back tears again. "It does relax me a little," he answered carefully. "But only when I'm thinking about unimportant things. Things like-like," he broke off with a gasp of anguish. "Shinepaw, it doesn't help." He licked Lavenderpaw over the ears affectionately. -

Twilightpaw laughed and dove under the water again, but came up right in front od Yewcloud, grabbed his forelegs and dragged him into the lake. She laughed even harder.

"I can teach you how to swim!"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:18, September 19, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw looked at her mentor, her eyes brightening. "I want to do battle moves that can help you fight off a fox!" **The light will always overcome the dark** 10:46, September 19, 2017 (UTC)

"Raaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!" Yewcloud tried to fight the crazy apprentice with his fluffy paws, but it was no use. He felt the water swallow up his body. Panic enfolded him and he began thrashing around, either trying to stay afloat, or he thought if he could fight hard enough, he'd be able to fly into the air.

Racoontail nodded. "That's a great idea. It's best to fight a fox with Clanmates - too risky alone." The ticked warrior stalked up to Needleclaw, pretending she was a fox. "A cat on each side, clawing it," he ran a paw in slow-motion through her fur with sheathed claws. "Then a third cat on it's shoulders, scratching and clawing its back and face."

He steppped back gazing at Tatteredpaw seriously. "But if you have to fight a fox on your own, which I advise you not to do, you must rely on speed. Go in, nip and claw them, then run free out of range." He squared his shoulders. "Try it on me."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Lavenderpaw meowed, tapping his flank with her tail. "It helps me a lot. But we're both different." She winced when he said Shinepaw's name, and speaking as if she were there.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:19, September 19, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw quickly ran in, nipping him lightly and pretending to claw him, then quickly tried to run out of range, but Raccoontail's paw touched her neck. Tatteredpaw's eyes widened. *If this was really a fox, I'd be dead. **The light will always overcome the dark** 19:47, September 19, 2017 (UTC)*

*Okay maybe I should have taken it slower.* Twilightpaw dove to the bottom of the lake/lagoon and dragged Yewcloud up to the surface and threw him to shore. All the waves were picking up, so Twilightpaw scrambled up after her mentor, deciding it wouldn't be safe. She crouched beside him and twined her tail with his, knowing that doing that would comfort her terrified mentor. -

Oakpaw attempted a caring smile, and he succeeded! *Lavenderpaw and I grew up together. I love her as a sister.* -

Needleclaw watched closely as Racoontail managed to swipe Tatteredpaw's neck with his sheathed claws and Tatteredpaw stopped, horror etched into her features. Needleclaw moved forward and meowed seriously, "move quicker, like your mentor told you to. If you move as fast as a snail, you're dead."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 20:38, September 19, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw nodded. "I-I know..." Backing up, the apprentice lunged at Raccoontail again, put in some quick swipes, and quickly leaped away. She barely got away from Raccoontail's claws, feeling his paw swipe past where her ear was moments before. **The light will always overcome the dark** 18:25, September 20, 2017 (UTC)

"A Clan is a group of wild cats that follow a code, and there is four living in the forest right now," explained Icewing.

"Better," Racoontail commented. "But try to be a bit faster. It's tough at first. It took me a long time to be able to move away fast enough, but I got better by running through the forest and dodging trees." He thought back to his days as an apprentice with a twinge of longing. Things weren't so much different then and now, but they seemed funner.

Leo glaced around with huge eyes. "Ooh... I remember now. I've heard stories about your Clans. Am I in your territory?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:25, September 20, 2017 (UTC)

And there he was, the handsome black and silver tom with the wind whispering past his ears, and a perfect view of the sky within his gaze. Finally!! After what felt like hours, Shadowstorm managed to climb to the safest peek of one of the tall pines. He did not lack strength, but he did lack an attention span...so all the meanwhile, he was stopping mid-way through his climb to poke at a beetle, or pick a pretty flower, and then forget about the flower because he found a really cool rock.Silverstar  21:33, September 20, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw nodded. "I don't know if I can make myself faster right now, but in my free time, I could work on my speed and stamina." **The light will always overcome the dark** 20:19, September 21, 2017 (UTC)

Oh, a beautiful bird...! While Shadowstorm was distracted by the gliding avian, there was a snap and a crack, the black and silver warrior's ears twitched in response. "Ohhh dear Star-" He began to plummet, squealing in shock. Scrabbling at various vines, flora, and bird nests, Shadowstorm slowed his fall before he landed on his rear with a soft thump, coat ruffled and decorated with flowers, bark, and leaves.Silverstar  20:34, September 21, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw nodded in approval. "It's good that you *want* to improve," she commented, already sizing Racoontail up for what she had planned...

"Why don't your mentor and I demonstrate what you need to eventually be able to do?" And without another word, Needlelclaw slipped underneath Racoontail's belly and pawed it with sheathed claws.

"He's the fox!" Needleclaw explained yelled, "and I'm the cat!" Needleclaw moved so fast she barely noticed what she was doing, kicking and clawing, before she finally slowed, meeting Racoontail's startled and slightly amused glare. *I guess that means I won, huh.* She grinned at him, and she heard Tatteredpaw give a little choked chuckle. *Apparently we put on quite a show,* she mouthed at Racoontail, trying to keep a straight face after that playful grin.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 05:59, September 22, 2017 (UTC)

"Uh, sort of," Icewing replied. "You better go before a Clan patrol finds you here." ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 11:43, September 22, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw let out a choked chuckle as Needleclaw backed away from Raccoontail. *Woah... Needleclaw was amazing...* The apprentice stared at her, with respect and awe in her eyes. **The light will always overcome the dark** 20:02, September 22, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw turned to Tatteredpaw, realizing the apprentice was frozen in awe. "If you practice as much as I did when I was an apprentice," she started. "You could probably be as good as I am now. Racoontail is amazing too when he attacks a fox," she added.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 22:37, September 23, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw dumbly nodded, still in awe. *I need to practice these skills as often as I can!* **The light will always overcome the dark** 01:25, September 24, 2017 (UTC)

"You wouldn't chase me away, would you? I'm not taking your prey or anything..." Leo glanced down at his paws, sounding innocent.

"I've only fought two before," Racoontail swished his ringed tail and sat in a pool of sunshine, outlined with a glow of glorious gold and a regal expression.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 20:31, September 24, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw couldn't help admire her best friend's handsomeness and she sat down next to him, her pelt brushing slighlty against his. She meowed to Tatteredpaw, "do you want to practice your speed and agility? You have to be agile to avoid a fox on your own," she explained as Tatteredpaw gave her a confused glance. "Your mentor would know *plenty* about agility. I've seen him scale up rockfaces and cliff sides before and he had no problem doing it!" -

Oakpaw got to his paws and asked Lavenderpaw, "do you want some prey? I could get some." His friend seemed thoughtful and did not andwer immediately. Oakpaw drowsed off into thought, his thoughts filled to the brim with Shinepaw... -

Twilightpaw nudged her mentor's shoulder apologetically. "Sorry," she mumbled, "I thought maybe it would be fun." She stood up straight and glanced around the cave-meadow. "Do you want to race to those trees?" She flicked her tail at a row of spruce trees, about a hundred meters away.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 23:42, September 25, 2017 (UTC)

"Oh, no, no, it's fine. I'm just... you know, I've got this really glorious fluffy fur and when it gets wet it looks not so nice and weighs me down, so I start freaking out, I mean, it's heavy and imagine grooming out all the knots!" Yewcloud sighed overdramaticly, sprawled across the grass. He leaped to his paws at the word *race*, and before Twilightpaw could reply, he shot off towards the spruces. "I'm going to totally beat you!"

Lavenderpaw had drifted into day dreaming and realized she was staring intensely at a random cat, who looked very uncomfortable and was waving his tail uneasily at her. She ripped her gaze away, embarrassment burning her ears. "Oh, that'd be lovely," she mewed, recalling Oakpaw's question.

"One day soon I'll teach you how to climb rocks and cliff sides," Racoontail promised, touching his tail tip lightly to Tatteredpaw's shoulder. An idea sparked into his head. "Maybe you could race us. It's a good practice."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:08, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Shadowstorm let out a low moan of agony. Everything hurt after that fall from the tree...although, his fur looked quite fascinating now. Like a decorative tree, covered in flower petals and leaves! Yet, the black and silver warrior knew Galaxystorm would mock him for such an embarrassing act, and the thought of her laughter made him cringe. Stiffly, Shadowstorm rose to his paws, wincing as agony jolted through his entire frame.

"Way to go, mouse-brain...you'll never be a good warrior if you keep getting distracted. You'll kill yourself on accident. Or someone else." He muttered to himself with disdain as he limped to camp, his head bowed in shame. He'd never tell Galaxystorm about this...she was Shadowstorm's best friend, but he didn't wish to suffer under the embarrassment, even if she did react in her typical gentle form.Silverstar  00:19, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Firepoppy padded quietly through the undergrowth of AshClan, nearly vomitting. How could a Clan STINK so FREAKING MUCH? Don't they WASH themselves!? "URghh, I need ta sit," she groaned, plopping on the ground loudly. She spotted some flowers nearby and an idea popped into her head. Flowers smelled good. AshClan stunk. Firepoppy had a nose. Flower had stems. She nipped the flower till they had little stubs instead of stems and stuffed with into her nose. breathing out of her mouth, the petals stinking of her her nose.. "Okay, I*ve gotta see my new style," she padded over to a puddle an peered down. "Why, hello there, beautiful. Too bad Palmpaw wasn't here to see this."*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:28, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

As Shadowstorm struggled into camp, he roughly bumped into Tallfang on accident. The tom was tall, but not quite as tall as the towering Shadowstorm, but he was still intimidating. Eyes narrowing, the ruddy tom forced out a few powerful, threatening words, "...Watch it." The ticked tabby growled, causing the sore Shadowstorm to immediately shuffle out of his path. Shadowstorm muttered his apologies while Tallfang strode onward, making his way toward the freshkill pile.Silverstar  01:32, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

"I would race but I promised Tallfang I'd hunt with him," Needleclaw apologised, pressing her muzzle to Racoontail's cheek affectionately. "I'd best get going." She was in the camp in a few minutes. Needlelclaw soon spotted Tallfang, staring at her with bright eyes.

"Hey," she breathed, padding over and settling next to him, licking him over the ears affectionately. *I like him a lot...* She thought, *maybe he likes me too.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:58, September 26, 2017 (UTC)*

In the corner of his eye, Tallfang watched as Shadowstorm stumbled off awkwardly, crashing into various objects. "Bird-brain..." he muttered under his breath before patiently seating himself beside the fresh-kill pile. He straightened himself to sit as properly as possible, hoping to not disappoint Needleclaw. He grew hot under his russet fur at the deputy's affectionate gesture, although he was far too stubborn to admit it.

Instead, he remained friendly with offered a charming grin, shifting to feel more comfortable beside the she-cat and inch a little closer. "Afternoon, Needleclaw." He rumbled in his deep voice, short yet friendly as he spoke to her. A bit of anger still existing in his chest, he cast one final irritated glance at the innocent and oblivious Shadowstorm before returning his focus to Needleclaw. "Shall we head out?" Tallfang kept his tone calm and smooth as he spoke with her, not wanting to disappoint.Silverstar  02:14, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

"I'm beautiful, but this is not working nicely." Firepoppy sneezed the flowers out of her nose, coughing and sniffing to get the leaves out. Well, that was more stupid than great. She could simply turn back, or she could continue to sulk through AshClan and maybe catch a mouse or two. Stubbornness rose in her throat and she padded onwards with her head and tail held high.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:28, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw felt Tallfang inch closer but she did not object. Instead she answered his question, "let's go hunting. What about the river?"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:25, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

"Sounds great," the broad-shouldered warrior replied with a kind smile, rising to his paws in a small stretch. Tallfang allowed his gaze to slide over to Needleclaw expectingly. "You lead, then?"Silverstar  11:54, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw watched Needleclaw as she walked off. Was her mentor sad that she left? Turing back to Raccoontail, the she-cat frowned, trying to read the expression on his face. "Do you still want to race?" **The light will always overcome the dark** 18:39, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw shurgged carelessly. "I don't care who leads," she meowed, "I only care about how many finches I catch!" She sped off, expecting Tallfang to be angry, but she didn't care. -

Dezi moved silently through the underbrush, making sure his blueish pelt didn't get any chance of being spotted. He saw out of the corner of his eye a she-cat, staring into a puddle, so he decided to investigate. *I'm too curious for my own good,* he thought gruffly.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:43, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Firepoppy froze when she heard the quiet sound of paws on leaves. She spun around and faced at bluish tom. *Uh-oh. This must be some AshClan dude.* "I'm not hunting, I just needed to pass through it all."

Racoontail nodded. "Sure we can." He scanned the area and decided where they'd go. "See that oak far off?" he pointed with his tail towards the distant blur of a large tree. "We'll finish there." He worried this might be too far for Tatteredpaw. "Let me know if you get too tired, we can stop for a rest."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:36, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

*Wait, what?* "You dare think I'm from a Clan as well?" He snarled at the strange she-cat, but she softened his voice when she gave him a frightened look. *She'll be my next mate.* "Sorry," he mumbled, faking embarrassment. "I'm not good with new cats. What's your name?"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 23:50, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

"Oh, you must be a rogue," Firepoppy relaxed when the tom seemed to soften. She felt a little weird with this new cat... kind of... awkward. "That's okay, I'm a little repulsive with new cats. I'm Firepoppy," she meowed, giving him a nice smile. "What's yours?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:04, September 27, 2017 (UTC)

"Destiny," Dezi replied. "But call me Dezi, I prefer it." He swished his tail and asked, "are you a Clan cat?" *I hope so. I can join her Clan!*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:07, September 27, 2017 (UTC)*

"Nice to meet you, Dezi," Firepoppy mewed, trusting the tom fast, which she even noticed and thought was weird. She was kind, usually, to new cats, but always remained alert and wary. "I am. This isn't actually... my Clans territory. I was... you know... passing through."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:14, September 27, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw smiled and nodded. Crouching down by her mentor, the she-cat counted down. "Three...two...one..go!" Tatteredpaw began running to the oak. Almost instantly, her mentor pulled ahead, which didn't surprise her. **The light will always overcome the dark** 00:33, September 27, 2017 (UTC)

Racoontail pulled ahead of Tatteredpaw quickly and slowed down until he was a tail length behind her. He didn't want her to push herself too hard.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 20:40, September 27, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw knew her mentor had slowed down because he didn't want her to push herself that hard. She didn't speak to him, saving her breath for running, but she did cast a quick glare over her shoulder. As the oak tree got closer and closer, Tatteredpaw felt herself getting tired, but she kept going, determined to reach it. Tatteredpaw finally reached the oak tree, and stumbled to a halt, exhausted and tired, yet triumphant. "I did it!" **The light will always overcome the dark** 21:34, September 27, 2017 (UTC)

Tallfang tensed his jaw as Needleclaw ran off, causing anger to well up in his firm chest, but he was quick to swallow it. She could easily scare off all the prey by running, but she was only having fun. Fun was foreign to him, and he needed to adjust to it. How could Needleclaw possibly return his feelings if he was always serious and stiff? With a long sigh to relieve his tension and calm himself, Tallfang bolted after the clan deputy.Silverstar  21:54, September 27, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw immediately slowed when she reached the gushing river, knowing she would scare off all the prey. *At least I have light paws.* She waited patiently for Tallfang to join her and she instantly knew he was furious. *I mean, I'm aggressive and mean sometimes, but this is overkill.*

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 22:07, September 27, 2017 (UTC)

He hurried after Needleclaw, and could immediately sense that she saw his slight frustration. Flattening his ears and ducking his head in embarrassment, he found it hard to look her in the eye. She probably thought of him as some heartless fun-police now... Tallfang slowed his gate to a cautious walk, ears pricked as he prepared to begin hunting.Silverstar  22:10, September 27, 2017 (UTC)

"Great job, Tatteredpaw," Racoontail congraulated quietly, halting beside the tired apprentice. He was impressed she managed the long run without resting; Racoontail was one of AshClan fastest and longest runners and even he felt a little out of breath. "That's enough training for today. You get to chose the first piece of fresh-kill tonight."

"Where're you from?" Firepoppy asked the tom, eyeing him curiously.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 20:43, September 28, 2017 (UTC)

"I'm from the rogue group," Dezi admitted casually. "I didn't like them much, so I came looking for a Clan cat." He shuffled his paws to still his urge to claim the she-cat now. "I'd like to join your Clan, Firepoppy. I'm interested in the Clan cats, I'd lke to join *your* Clan."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:47, September 28, 2017 (UTC)

Firepoppy stared at the tom, shock rippling through her pelt. That was fast! She stuided the tom. He looked strong and poissbly - no; for sure a good warrior. "Hmm... All right. Follow me, I'll take you to speak with Echostar." She flicked her tail for the bluish tom to follow as she led the way back to SunClan.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:47, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

Dezi was already thinking of his plans for him and Firepoppy. *She will bare my kits, the best of my kits in fact. She will love me, and will never know I never loved her until I kill her.*

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:57, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw let out a little squeal of excitement. "R-really?" Getting the first pick from the fresh kill pile was a *huge* honor! **The light will always overcome the dark** 19:07, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

Shadowstorm rested his bruised carcass in the Warrior's den. He hadn't visited the Medicine Cat yet, because he was confident that nothing was broken. He was still very young, which meant his bones remained flexible. Besides, if he'd broken something, he highly doubted that he would've made it back to camp on his own. Quietly groaning in agony, the black-and-silver warrior rested his head on his paws.Silverstar  21:34, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

Oakpaw smiled weakly at Lavenderpaw. "I'm going to go and rest." He got to his paws and trudged over to the apprentice den, slipped inside and into his nest, before drifting off immediately.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 23:15, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

As he jogged over to Needleclaw's side, Tallfang wondered what she wanted to do. Hunt as a pair, or split off? He knew that sometimes, cats would hunt together, especially when aiming for larger prey. Typically, he preferred to hunt alone, but he actually enjoyed Needleclaw's company, and wouldn't mind hunting with her. Even if she was...happier than he was. The thought then hit him like a rock:

Was he being too crabby?Silverstar  23:40, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

"I will see you shortly, friend," Lavenderpaw watched Oakpaw go, before rising to her paws and scanning the camp, stiff as stone, before wandering out into the forest, maybe hoping to find more stick to skin. But she couldn't focus on her stick hunt and padded into circles around a big tree, muttering to herself as her thoughts buzzed.

"Ya-huh," Racoontail lightly patted Tatteredpaw's shoulder and sat down beside her. "We'll rest then go back."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:43, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw nodded and sat under the oak tree, beginning to feel some of her strength return to her. She sat under it for a while, perhaps a little longer then she needed to, feeling calm and at peace. When she realized how long she had been sitting there, Tatteredpaw quickly yet reluctantly scrambled to her paws. "Are you ready?" **The light will always overcome the dark** 12:27, September 30, 2017 (UTC)

Racoontail nodded, rising to his paws, stumbling for a moment as dizziness overcame him. He shook it off, then nodded again. "Let's go," he mewed, leading the way back slowly.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:11, October 1, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw frowned when Raccoontail suddenly stumbled. *Is he all right? Yeah, he's probably fine. It's nothing.* Tatteredpaw followed her mentor back to camp, matching his slow pace. **The light will always overcome the dark** 11:23, October 1, 2017 (UTC)\

I'll hunt this way," Needleclaw mewed, gesturing to the way towards the SunClan border. "You can hunt that way." SHe flicked her tail towards the FrostClan border. "I do better when I hunt alone." That wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the complete truth. She couldn't stop thinking about Racoontail, and she didn't want Tallfang to find out. How could she have a crush on two toms at the same time?

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:18, October 5, 2017 (UTC)

"Oh...alright." Tallfang did his best to hide his slight disappointment by offering Needleclaw a small, friendly smile. "Good luck, then." He turned and staggered off, ducking underneath a low-hanging branch before he dove deep into his own thoughts. Was he taking his life too seriously, and acting too stubborn? Did that mean he...had to move to SunClan?

The ruddy warrior pushed the looming thoughts away and in turn focused on his hunt. He had to do well, and not just to impress Needleclaw: he had to support his clan, prove he was worth the trouble with his serious attitude.Silverstar  02:17, October 6, 2017 (UTC)

*I know I love Tallfang, but I've known Racoontail for my whole life.* Needleclaw pushed all thoughts of the toms out of her mind as she focused on the hunt, her insticts kicking in violently. Scenting the air, Needleclaw was pleased that it carried the familiar scents of AshClan's forests. Trees, a musky and deep tinge to everything and the scent of an abundance of prey. *Luck is on my side.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:34, October 6, 2017 (UTC)*

Racoontail padded into camp, feeling very tired after the long walk. He probably just did too much today. He flicked his tail proudly to Tatteredpaw. "Pick your prey and rest up. We'll race again tonight and then again in the morning."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 19:04, October 6, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw crouched as soon as she picked up the wafting scent of shrew. Shrews were very common in AshClan. She spotted the little brown creature scurrying around on the ground a few fox-lengths before her. *I'm so sorry little guy,* Needleclaw thought, once again hating herself for hunting the creatures cats ate. She had always felt guilty for killing prey. It didn't affect her reputation though, she was still considered one of the most dangerous warriors in the forest. But she pounced nonetheless and killed the shrew with a swift bite to the neck.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:24, October 6, 2017 (UTC)

Tatteredpaw smiled. "Alright. See you later." Walking over to the fresh kill pile, she looked at what was on it. She never ate too much, and usually didn't have a cat to share with, so she picked up a plump mouse. Backing away, Tatteredpaw walked to the apprentices den and sat outside it, starting to eat her mouse. **The light will always overcome the dark** 11:38, October 8, 2017 (UTC)

Tallfang raised his head curiously as a flash of black streaked across his vision. *Raven!* The ruddy warrior dropped to the ground and slowly stalked forward, light on his paws despite his towering height. He paused, watching as the bird landed to tug on a struggling worm, and then continued to move forward soundlessly. Once he was at an acceptable distance, Tallfang tensed his body, and then leaped.Silverstar  22:01, October 8, 2017 (UTC)

Carrying the limp form she buried it nearby and headed off for some more hunting. *I want at least three prey,* Needleclaw thought, flicking her tail and perking her ears in being calm. She wasn't tense, she wasn't scared, she wasn't angry. She was calm.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:09, October 11, 2017 (UTC)

"No, *I* won't chase you away. But someone else will. I smell a patrol. Go quickly," Icewing whispered. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 01:07, October 14, 2017 (UTC)

Raccoontail took another quick rest and picked a mouse to eat. He wasn't very hungry, despite have not eaten all day, so he took tiny nibbles from it. The tabby warrior sat alone and remained quiet as he watched his Clanmates, they groomed each other, shared prey, yeah there were rough times, but they had each other, they helped each other out. He sighed, wishing he could have friends like that. He had Needleclaw, she was an amazing friend, more than he deserved, and Tatteredpaw. But what would it be like if he was trusted among all his Clanmates, considered a friend to all of them, not a threat lurking in the shadows...
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:44, October 14, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw returned to the starting spot where she had left Tallfang. She was carrying her shrew, a thrush and a little frog she had found hopping around near a stream.

*I wonder if Racoontail is thinking about me...* She shook her pelt out and scolded herself. *I'm with Tallfang now.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:23, October 16, 2017 (UTC)*

After successfully catching the blblack bird, and then a squirrel, the ruddy warrior returned to meet with Needleclaw. She seemed...disconnected, sosomewhat uninterested in him. With a sstraightforward response, he spoke for her. "Let's get back to camp." Silverstar  00:27, October 16, 2017 (UTC)

Not able to eat anymore, Raccoontail gave the rest to a queen in the nursery then headed out for a solo hunt. ---- Ravenstar burst out of the old hollow tree that was her den, her black fur wild with clumps of moss sticking out of it here and there. *I shouldn't hunt so late again,* she metally noted, blinking at the bright sky. She began to smooth out her hedgehog fur. *I'll offer to take out the other patrols tonight, and hunt twice as much, and... maybe look for herbs for Ripplesky.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:34, October 16, 2017 (UTC)

*Galaxystorm probably hates me for missing our last few visits...* Shadowstorm thought as a dark pit of guilt began to grow in his belly. He got up stiffly, unable to sleep because of his discomfort. *Idiot, falling out of that tree like a catnip-high squirrel...!*Silverstar  03:09, October 16, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenstar glanced around for Needleclaw, frowning a little. *Oh, she must already be out.* She went back to grooming, deciding she'd wait until her deputy returned.

Raccoontail didn't pay much attention to where he was going, or what he was doing. He was supposed to be hunting, but he was focusing more on taking huge breaths of the fresh air as he padded along a pile of smooth sandy rocks, going closer to SunClan's border.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:25, October 16, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw beat Tallfang to camp, her thoughts straying to Raccoontail as he left camp. *He doesn't look okay... Oh! Ravenstar seems impatient...* She dropped her prey on the prey pile and nuzzled Tallfang half-heartedly. "I have to speak with Ravenstar." She padded towards her leader.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:23, November 2, 2017 (UTC)

He didn't return her nuzzle. Something seemed...odd. Tallfang simply said his good-bye before walking off, placing his catches in the fresh kill pile.Silverstar  01:31, November 2, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenstar's head shot up from the twig she was boredly toying around with when she heard Needleclaw's voice. She gave her deputy a crooked grin and scampered over to her. "Hey, Needleclaw! I don't know if you know, but I overslept, but you probably know. I'm sorry about that, I can take out the rest of the patrols for the day and hunt to make up for it," she said in a rush, feeling slightly embarrassed. She felt like a young apprentice who had missed some training, no where near leader of AshClan. She stood up straight, reaching her deputy's chest, and put a stony look on her face trying to look more mature.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 03:41, November 2, 2017 (UTC)

Shadowstorm had attempted to go hunting once more, but his frame felt so agonizing as he attempted to stalk and sprint, so he gave up on the idea. Instead, he was carrying flowers once more, and not just because he got distracted by them. His mind was too distracted by his *pain*. So, maybe the kits or apprentices could use these instead, or something like that...probably not, but Shadowstorm still firmly believed that they were pretty flowers, and therefore needed to be shared with the Clan.Silverstar  20:26, November 2, 2017 (UTC)

"Should I go look for her?" Oakpaw asked Yewcloud impatiently, eager to restart the training session. Twilightpaw had never taken that long in the dirtplace before... Maybe something had happened to her? He pushed that thought away.

Needleclaw glared at her leader. "It doesn't matter," she meowed dismissively. "All the hunting patrols have gone out already and Featherheart did the elders' ticks again." She fought back a smirk, "so no. There is nothing you can or will do, unless you want to plan our next battle." She stared at her claws, her thoughts darkened by the last battle over fish in the river with FrostClan. It hadn't ended well.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:42, November 3, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenstar's heart dropped that there wasn't anything she could do to make up for her wasted time, and it dropped even more when Needleclaw mentioned the "next battle". She hadn't even been deputy at the last battle with FrostClan - a *stupid and reckless battle,* if you asked her. Their past leader had lost his last life due to wounds aafterwords, along with their past deputy (if that's ok). Ravenstar had been made deputy only moments before he died, with only Ripplesky as a wittness. Ripplesky did his best, but not all the Clan was convinced. AshClan were famous for their eagerness to start battles, but Ravenstar didn't agree. She had never felt the need to raise a claw towards the other Clans - the only times ever was when they were *caught* tresspassing and stealing prey. Ever since she was made leader, the other warriors kept pestering her to plan the next battle. *I don't want to kill my Clanmates over a needless battle,* she thought, bitterly. *Not again.* "Uh, yep. I'll do that in a little bit. Promise," she replied in an empty voice. "Well, I should probably at least go hunting, don't you think?" She leaned forward, eager to change the conversation.

Yewcloud tipped his head back and scented the air, worry flashing in his blue eyes. "Twilightpaw knows how to take care of herself, but it's probably better to look for her anyway. Better safe than sorry." He beckoned Oakpaw along with his wispy tail and followed Twilightpaw's scent trail.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 22:04, November 3, 2017 (UTC)

(@Patch wanna continue the Leo thing) ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 01:20, November 4, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw felt anger flash through her, back she held back a sharp retort. Hadn't Ravenstar understood? *All* of the *hunting* patrols had gone out already!

"Sure. We could always use more prey. I've been hungrier these days," she admitted. Needleclaw hadn't been eating much recently, so she blamed her hunger on that. *It wouldn't be anything else.* "And some she-cat has probably got kits on the way here. Almost everyone is so secretive about kits!" *Including me. Not just about my mixed emotions. -*

Oakpaw let out a chuckle and he raced ahead of his sister's mentor, eager to find her first. *I have a feeling about those two... Lol.* He moved forward quickly and silently, before losing the scent trail before before he slammed face-first into a tree.

"Foxdung!" He screeched, clawing the tree in frustration. *Of course* his sister would know how to stop scent trails. She was so smart...

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:53, November 4, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenstar nodded eagerly once more. "Yep, yep! There's never too much prey," she began trotting for the camp entrance, desperately. "Well, that's great, going hunting now, see you later!" she slipped through the brambly entrance and padded fast through the undergrowth, relieved to be alone.

Yewcloud skidded to a halt beside Oakpaw, frowning at the tree. "How did she do that..?" he asked, breathlessly. Why had Twilightpaw hidden her scent trail, why would she even care? Was she doing something terrible that she didn't want them to know about? *What could be so bad..?* What if she was hurt!?
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:24, November 4, 2017 (UTC)

"She's most likely at the border," Oakpaw hissed trough gritted teeth. "She's always loved the borders. I wonder which one though? FrostClan's border is near here, but so is SunClan's..."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:45, November 4, 2017 (UTC)

Yewcloud gave Oakpaw a doubtful look. "Why would she be there? Doesn't she know how dangerous they are?" Anger burned the pointed toms eartips. *Hasn't she listened to any of my training? I'm pretty sure I told her to never go there.*

Ravenstar pricked her ears and scented the air, ready to search for prey. She padded through a patch of bright orange lillies, enjoying the smells, until she heard a twig snap nearby. The small cat crouched, instantly alert for any unlucky bird.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 05:13, November 4, 2017 (UTC)

Oakpaw glared fiercely at the tom, not wanting to go over a subject concerning Shinepaw. His hate for Icewing had only grown and he was hoping it wouldn't turn out like that with Yewcloud. He was a nice guy, really. "She and Shinepaw used to explore along there everyday," he snarled, tail thrashing the ground angrily.

"It reminds Twilightpaw of Shinepaw." His voice cracked loudly and he looked away, trying desperately to not yowl his grief out in front of Yewcloud. He had to show more maturity!

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:00, November 4, 2017 (UTC)

Shadowstorm glanced around camp, looking somewhat disappointed. Nobody to give his flowers to! A frown took upon his features as he sulked off to go stiffly sit down. Hopefully, he'd recover from that agonizing fall tomorrow.Silverstar  14:14, November 4, 2017 (UTC)

Yewcloud gave Oakpaw a concerned glance but didn't think much of it. "Well, we have to find her," he meowed, determination surging through his paws.

Ravenstar spotted the thrush and remained still, until it began pecking the ground again. She started to stalk slowly forward, freezing everytime it looked up. It went back to eating, and she was almost on it, when a odd sentch touched her tongue. Her lack of focus caused her to trod on a twig, sending the thrush flapping into the air, sounding an alarm call. But Ravenstar didn't care much, curiosty pricking the fur of her black pelt. She had never scented it before... earthy, with the hint of something foul. She pricked her ears forward and warily padded on through the undergrowth.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:01, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"No need!" Oakpaw exclaimed, hearing his sister's voice loud and clear in the undergrowth. He tore away from Yewcloud and found himself halting a few foxlengths from the border and he felt his heart lurch. Twilightpaw and Raccoontail were standing together, their muzzles mere inches away from touching. Maybe they were arguing? No, that sweet look in Twilightpaw's eyes only came on in two circumstances: when she was around a tom she liked or she was playing with a cat's mind.

"Twilightpaw!" Oakpaw yowled, thrusting his way over to his sister, who jumped and turned on him, hissing and spitting. -

"I won't say a word," she hissed at Raccoontail under her breath, quiet enough so only she and the tom could hear. She heard Raccoontail shake out his pelt as she faced her brother. "I needed the dirtplace," she told him through gritted teeth. "I ran into Raccoontail on the way back and we were talking." She took a worried glance around and froze, her voice shaking nervously,

"Where's Yewcloud?"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:09, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

Raccoontail gazed crossly at Twilightpaw, but relaxed when Oakpaw arrived. "Right here!" Yewcloud was standing with his white pelt bushed out to almost twice his size, his usual easy-going look gone. He stomped toward the cats, hissing in Raccoontail's face, who backed away, shocked. Yewcloud turned on Twilightpaw. "What are you doing?" he demanded in an icy tone.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:26, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"I needed the dirtplace!" She meowed calmly at Yewcloud. "I ran into Raccoontail on the way back! We were chatting and I was about to leave before Oakpaw came and seemed to be trying to flatten me!" She turned on her brother, an icy cod gaze meeting a fiery fierce one. She felt Raccoontail's pelt accidently brush her's as he backed away and she glared at her him.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:30, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"This is far from the dirtplace! You could have simply taken the quick path back to it, then come back, not do a loop around and stop and chatwith Raccoontail at the border," Yewcloud hissed, giving the gray tom a quick glance full of suspicion. "I've told you not to go to the borders without a patrol anyway!"

Raccoontail wanted to leave and just go back to camp, but the look Yewcloud shot him made him feel like he had to stay and he felt guilty for some reason. Why? All that happened was he walked over the border, talked with a SunClan cat, then went on his way.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:43, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"Leave Raccoontail out of it!" She snapped, "it's not his fault I wanted to check the border on the way back!" She glanced sympathetically at Yewcloud. "Look, I know you want to protect me, but I'm almost ready to become a warrior!"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:48, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"But you're not a warrior yet!" Yewcloud argued. "You know how worried me and Oakpaw were? And you alone with Raccoontail!" he shot the tom another harsh look. Raccoontail always seemed to cause bad luck to every one he spoke to, Yewcloud had never trusted him. Shaking his head, Yewcloud meowed, "We're done training for today. You are to clean the elders den and pick their ticks off for the rest of the day. And you," he huffed, glaring at Raccoontail. "Get back to camp." Raccoontail listened, subdued from seeing Yewcloud so worked up. he began to pad back to camp, glad to leave that drama behind.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:16, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"JUST SHUT UP YEWCLOUD!!" Twilightpaw yowled, unsheathing her claws and digging them into the dirt. "I'll tell you the truth, ok? I *was* taking the long way back from the dirtplace, but I saw Raccoontail meeting a SunClan warrior. It disturbed me, because Needleclaw has feelings for him! I wasn't just gonna let him have a fling with another she-cat!"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:20, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

Yewcloud rolled his eyes. "I'll report that to Needleclaw, so Raccoontail'll get a scolding. He shouldn't be meeting random warriors alone..." Was Raccoontail planning something with this SunClan cat? Perhaps a battle? Telling her everything that was weak about AshClan? "Just tell me next time you decide to do something like that, and listen in the future. Also, don't call me stupid," he sighed after a long moment.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:34, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

*I never did, but I'll let him have his fun.* She grinned at her crush and brushed her pelt momentarily against his. "Come on! Race you two back to camp!" And she streaked off, kicking dust up in her brother's face.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:36, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

Tallfang busied himself with some apprentice duties, seeing that they were out of camp training....or whatever they were doing. He needed to distract himself, he was bored of sitting around camp and waiting for orders. So now, he was cleaning out the nursery, ignoring kits that clinged to his pelt and were set on climbing up onto his head.

Shadowstorm sat awkwardly and uncomfortably in camp. He really needed some friends outside of Galaxystorm, cats within his Clan. But they were all somewhat scary and far too serious. How did a social and naive butterfly himself not go about with a hundred friends within his own Clan?Silverstar  15:29, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenstar stopped walking, halting in front of a bush. She sniffed it, sure the scent was coming from there. Ravenstar poked her head out to see what was beyond. There it was, a weird looking black creature with a white stripe running down its face and back, all the way to the tip of its fluffy tail. Ravenstar had never seen anything like it. She didn't know if it was dangerous, so she pushed her way out from the leaves to find out, which wasn't smart.

Raccoontail padded into camp, Twilightpaw and angry Yewclou forgotten. Galaxystorm was on his mind. It was odd that she didn't want to hurt him, after he walked over her Clan's border. *I hope we can talk again.* He spotted Shadowstorm not far away and padded over, hoping to find out more about the she-cat, and it'd be nice to talk to someone instead of sitting alone. "Hi, Shadowstorm."

Yewcloud trotted after Twilightpaw, not really feeling up for a race right now. He was still upset with her, she had made him and Oakpaw worry, and then to lose her scent trail... for all they knew, she could have been taken by a big hawk.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 19:05, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

Shadowstorm lurched in surprise as Raccoontail greeted him, practically choking on the flowers he had shoved in his mouth. He spat them out in surprise to avoid swallowing them. "O-Oh, Raccoontail! You took me by surprise..." Probably because nobody really talked to the socialite tom, which drove him insane. Because of his social nature, he *needed* to talk, so he thankfully had Galaxystorm as a friend. Otherwise, he'd probably be talking to pinecones. Silverstar  19:14, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

Raccoontail was trying to figure out why Shadowstorm had a bunch of flowers in his mouth, opened his mouth, then closed it. *Maybe he was trying to eat them.* "Huh... do they taste good?" he asked, then shook out his fur awkwardly. He was fine talking with Galaxystorm, someone from a different Clan, but he was having trouble with his own Clanmate. "Er, never mind. I heard you are friends with Galaxystorm?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 19:54, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"Uh, no...not really. They smell good though." Shadowstorm frowned and stared down at the crumpled flowers pitifully. Huh, guess he'd have to go get more!! He loved having excuses. However, at the mention of Galaxystorm, he shifted awkwardly as he suddenly felt somewhat defensive of his best friend. Did something happen to her? Did Raccoontail get into a fight with her? "Y-Yeah...I've...uh, met her."Silverstar  20:02, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"I went over our border, on accident," Raccoontail sat down, meowing quietly so only Shadowstorm could hear. "We met there. She's really nice, for a SunClan cat."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
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Shadowstorm ducked his head, guilt burning in his gut. "I know...she's always been extremely gentle, so we talk a lot. We stay on our sides of the border, though." He was relieved that he hadn't hurt her, but....what else could happen? "...Surprised she's not living with her siblings." Silverstar  22:30, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"Yeah, she didn't hurt me at all, even though I walked over the border. She was pretty cool..." Raccoontail pricked his ears. "Do they live in a different Clan? Is she half-Clan?" he asked curiously.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 22:50, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"Yeah, SoulClan. I don't know if she's half clan,though..." Shadowstorm thought on it, but pushed it away. She never told him. "Yeah, they're Creekfrost and Talonfang." Silverstar  22:58, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw watched Raccoontail carefully as he spoke with Shadowstorm, her heart skipping a beat when he mentioned a cat named 'Galaxystorm'. Needleclaw had once fought with the she-cat over a rabbit... It hadn't ended well for either of them. She looked away, anger welling up as Ravenstar left camp. *She'd better not haul the whole forest back, otherwise I'll be taking the leader position, before I retire.* Needleclaw was a bit of a weird choice for deputy. She had been the second oldest warrior in the Clan, and she was a moon older than Ravenstar. It had been a few seasons since her deputyship had started, but many warriors would tell her she needed to retire. *I still have seasons left before I go,* she snapped at herself. *And I'd rather go in a herioic way, preferablly taking a few SunClan cats with me...*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:05, November 6, 2017 (UTC)*

The creature froze, clearly startled by Ravenstar's approach. Then it snarled, turning its back on her. The black she-cats paws flatered unsurely. She closed her eyes to look non-threatening, but while she had them closed, the worst smell she had ever smelled in her entire life was on her pelt. Ravenstar opened her eyes to see whatever it was had fled, but its stentch still lingered. "Ew, ew, ew!" she yelped, racing back to the flowers and throwing herself on them, breaking their stalks as she rolled desperately, but no matter how much pollen was in her pelt, turning her into a golden cat, it wouldn't go away. In fact, it seemed like it was getting worse and she screeched, then raced for the nearest stream and jumped in.

Raccoontail had met Talonfang at a Gathering, she never mentioned she had a sister. *I wonder if they know?* "Whatever her reason for ending up in SunClan in the first place is... maybe she's too loyal to leave." It made sense. His Clan never treated him too kindly, but he was loyal to them, there was nothing that would make him go, he was sure of it. *But isn't it disloyal to be thinking about a SunClan cat and having friendly chats with them?*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
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Shadowstorm gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "I dunno. Galaxystorm is a very gentle cat, SunClan might be too rough for her. She's never told me about that, though."---- Tallfang grumbled under the kittens as he continued to clean the nursery. He wanted to shake them all off, but then that would be cruel, because he'd probably hurt them.Silverstar  15:17, November 6, 2017 (UTC)

Dustkit pattered over to Tallfang, gazing up pleadingly at him. "Can I help you clean? I'm good at cleaning." She wanted to feel more involved with Clan life. She wasn't allowed to hunt yet, or patrol, so cleaning was as close as she could get. *I'll be doing it all the time soon enough anyway. I'd like to get used to it early.*

"Oh," Raccoontail murmured, not really knowing what else to say. "Um... are you like... close?" he asked, curious if Shadowstorm and her were a... thing.

Ravenstar crawled out of the stream and was dismayed to find out the stentch was still on her pelt. *What was that animal anyway? How did it do that?* She took a reluctant deep breath and headed towards camp. Needleclaw was much older and expericed than her, surely she'd know what to do about this. Ravenstar stopped at the camp entrance, a bit too embarrassed to show herself to everyone. She poked her soaking wet head through the entrance and half whispered, half yelled. "Needleclaw! I need help!"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:13, November 7, 2017 (UTC)

The older she-cat lifted her head off of her paws and glared at the camp entrance, where Ravenstar's head had just been. Cats began to murmur as she made her way over to the entrance and she snapped at them all, "move on with your work! I'll handle it. It's all under control."

She barged out of the camp and almost ran head first into the stinkiest Ravenstar she had ever seen, or, well..... Smelled. "What the heck happened?" She demanded, already swishing her tail over her mouth and muzzle to stop herself from breathing in. She realized in a millisecond what probably had happened. Her stupid apprentice days hadn't taught her nothing.

"You ran into a skunk.... Didn't you?"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 05:21, November 7, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenstar was crouched below Needleclaw with her chin on her paws, looking up at her deputy with large blue eyes. "Oh... heh, that's what that was. I was trying to figure that out.." she murmured, feeling even more stupid. She had learned about skunks while she was still an apprentice, they hadn't been a big topic, but all she remembered hearing about them was "white stripe and stinky". "...well, yes. I did... I don't know how to get the smell off..."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:46, November 7, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw fought back the urge to roll her eyes and sighed. "Well... The only way I was ever taught was you had to wait for it to wear off. Apparently though, there is some sort of herb you can grind into a paste to remove scents. I have no idea what it's called, but Twilightpaw might know. She seems to be able to remove her scent trails." She shrugged. "But I don't think that such a herb existed. Of course, you could lay in the stream for a while, that might work. I've never had to deal with it before." -

"I win!" Twilightpaw had cheated and gone through the dirtplace, but she had still beat her brother, who leaped down into camp from a tree. Oakpaw tumbled into her and tackled her to the ground, her breath hot on her ear. Kicking and squealing like kits, the two littermates wrestled, eager to beat the other. The sprung apart, just as Yewcloud sauntered into camp, disapproval edging his eyes. Twilightpaw laughed when her brother tripped, but he had wrapped his tail around her hindlegs and tugged her to the ground. They glared at each other, before they both burst out laughing, jumping to their paws.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:08, November 7, 2017 (UTC)

Shadowstorm tipped his black-and-silver head curiously. "...Close?" Well, what did he mean by that? One could define 'close' in various ways...in a sibling-bond kinda way, a best friend kinda way, romantic kinda way...so on, so forth. "Well, we're best friends, and that's all. I don't think we could possibly ever see each other in a romantic way..." He wrinkled his nose in disgust. He didn't quiet understand 'romance' yet, and therefore still found it disgusting, as if he was but a kitten. And then, something else disgusted him: a *horrible* garlic-y smell. Immediately, Shadowstorm thrusted his nose into his own shoulder fur to block out the stench. "Ewww! Something stinks." Hm. Maybe his flowers could come into use...

Hm...a kit...cleaning up...Tallfang had never heard of such a thing before. From his personal experience, whenever a kitten offered to 'clean' up, they ended up making an even larger mess than before. But hey, who was Tallfang to judge? It would result in more work for him to do anyways, and therefore give him something to distract himself from boredom. "Sure, kid, knock yourself out."Silverstar  21:18, November 7, 2017 (UTC)

"Oh, ok," Raccoontail mewed, then reacted the same as the scent his his nose. "Ugh, what is it? It smells like something died," he said, wrinkling his nose.

Dustkit's amber eyes shone doing her best to copy Tallfang. She pulled away wads of dry moss and rolled them up into a ball and carefully trotted to the entrance, tossing them outside.

Ravenstar blinked in dismay. "I already tried the stream and it didn't work..." She blinked again at the mention of Twilightpaw. Hmm... she did do that a lot, didn't she? Maybe she did know of a way to get rid of it. "Where is Twilightpaw? I have a special request for her."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:14, November 7, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw tossed her head. "I mean stay in the stream for a long time. I'll get Twilightpaw for you." She stomped back into camp. "Twilightpaw!" She yowled at the apprentice. Twilightpaw streaked over, her eyes lighting with curiousity. "Ravenstar would like to speak with you."

The dark she-cat looked around expectantly. "Where is she?" Needlelclaw replied softly, "follow the smell of a dying animal." Twilightpaw snorted and trudged out of camp, almost running into Ravenstar. "What the hell have you been doing?!" She screeched.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 23:18, November 7, 2017 (UTC)

"Crawled up someone's rear and died!" Shadowstorm added with a small cringe. "I might go stuff my nose with flowers, or rub them all over what smells so awful!"

Tallfang continued his rhythmic work alongside the kitten. Hmmm...so long as a moss ball fight didn't break out, things could go swell! Of course, he'd have to find something else to do afterwards.Silverstar  23:20, November 7, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenstar smiled shyly up at Twilightpaw. "I ran into a skunk and it didn't go well... I can't get the smell out, but Needleclaw mentioned you might know of an herb that can help? Or something? You hid your scent trails very well..."

"Can I get the new moss?" Dustkit asked after a few moments.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
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Tallfang hesitated, but eventually gave in. Wasn't his kit anyways, and therefore wasn't his real responsibility. But, was the future of the clan...eh. "Yeah, but only from what we have in camp."Silverstar  23:33, November 7, 2017 (UTC)

"Oh, oh yeah... Sure I can help you! There is a herb for removing scents, but I have my own secrets for hiding my scent." Twilightpaw thrust her head at a patch of wild berries, the ones she had used when she had run into a skunk. "These are Keiriar Berries. They are used to remove nasty scents, such as this one you are carrying." She gestured to Ravenstar's pelt. Surprisingly, the young leader wasn't much taller than Twilightpaw. "You squeeze the juice out all over your pelt and let it seep in for about three minutes. Wash yourself off in the river afterwards and then you're done! No nasty rotting stentch following you around anymore!"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:45, November 8, 2017 (UTC)

"Okay," Dustkit ventured out of the den instantly, scanning the area for moss. She was so proud, she felt like she was actually helping her Clan! Even if it was a lame task. She padded over to the medicine den, where Ripplesky usually kept some moss in a overly neat pile. She poked her head inside and looked for the medicine cat, but he was no where to be seen. Dustkit shrugged then slid beneath the roots of the berry bush and sniffed around the strong scented den for the moss. She stepped over berries lying on the floor, not really thinking if they were important or not. She sniffed a pile of leaves. The scent tickled her nose and she let out a huge sneeze, scattering them all over the place.

Ravenstar blinked gratefully at Twilightpaw. "Thanks so much! I'll always be grateful to you for this - I mean, you know how embarrassing that would have been? Showing up in camp smelling like *that?*" She purred and padded over to patch of wild berries. The black she-cat sat on her belly then started rolling in them, feeling the juices seep into her pelt. Ravenstar thought the smell was already getting better! "You know, I've never heard of these. Doesn't everyone know about these? They seem like they'd be important."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:11, November 9, 2017 (UTC)

While the kitten searched for moss, Tallfang took to his advantage and decided to take the old moss out of camp and quickly dispose of it. The long-legged russet warrior then returned to camp, ears perked as he searched for Dustkit to ensure that the kitten hadn't gotten in any trouble.

Meanwhile, Crowsong sneakily slipped back into camp with a dreamy grin plastered on her face. Pantherfang, who was skulking in a shady corner, sent his sister a blazing glare. What had that daft molly been up to?Silverstar  19:31, November 12, 2017 (UTC)

Dustkit looked around forever but couldn't find any moss in the medicine den. She padded out and looked at the camp entrance. *If I slip out just for a moment, I doubt Tallfang would notice. No big deal, I'm almost an apprentice.* So with that thought in mind, she slipped through the entrance when no one was looking and gazed around at the big forest. *I've never left camp before, have I?*

After sitting in the stream for what felt like years, Ravenstar climbed out and headed back to camp. The weather was starting to cool, making her cold pelt shiver. She double checked her pelt to make sure all the smell was gone... there was a bit of scent that lingered. Ravenstar spotted Shadowstorm nearby and padding over to him. "Hey, Shadowstorm! Do you want to go flower picking with me?" Perhaps he knew of some pretty and strong scented ones she could stick in her fur.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:56, November 12, 2017 (UTC)

Flower-picking? With him? Finally, someone who realized his true talents! Shadowstorm's eyes immediately lit up, and his was quick to jump to his paws out of his sheer excitement. "I'd love to go flower picking! Flower picking's my favorite thing to do!" Besides, the last flowers he had picked were looking sad, ever since he spat them out in shock when Raccoontail surprised him.

Ohh, Crowsong was star-struck, her head were in the clouds, she was in *love*!! Who cared if he wasn't even in a Clan, love had no boundaries. She couldn't wait to tell her twin sister, but she had to be patient. She'd talk to Ravenstar about him tonight, when everyone else was all settled in...but oh, she couldn't wait! Her entire body was quivering in excitement, although at the same time, she felt completely weightless.

Pantherfang, meanwhile, scoffed in disgust at his twins. Here was Crowsong, waddling around camp like a dumb-founded kitten, and shaking like a soaked mongrel. And now, Ravenstar was going *flower-picking* with a childish warrior. What was the world coming to? *He* should be leader! Ravenstar had better things to do, like taking over territory and slaughtering enemy Clans. AshClan would be dominant with him in control!Silverstar  00:06, November 13, 2017 (UTC)

"All right then, let's go!" Ravenstar began to pad toward the camp entrance, pausing to give her sister Crowsong an affectionate grin, before pushing her way through the entrance. "I need something strong scented, and fasonable, something that I can stick in my fur," she told Shadowstorm, embarrassment washing over her pelt. "I sort of met a skunk."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:22, November 13, 2017 (UTC)

"Sweet-scenting flowers, eh? I'm the best guy for that!" He gave a jolly chirp and put some pep into his step, eagerly searching for vibrant flowers. He was a flower-guru, although certainly no Medicine Cat. All he knew was flowers. "Y'know, my mom almost named my Skunkkit...just becuase they were jerks, I guess."Silverstar  00:27, November 13, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenstar gave the smoky tabby a baffled glance. "Well, that's mean. What parent would name their kit Skunkkit?" she added with a chuckle. "You're the sweetest smelling cat I know!" The excitement over her run in with the skunk was starting to dull, replaced again with the usual pricking anxiety in her pads, even though her words were light-hearted, she was worried about what would happen tomorrow. *I hope they won't pester me about planning our next battle... I don't know how to tell them I want it to end... AshClan has always been a battle-hungry Clan, it would be changing their nature.*

Leo had really liked that Clan cat he had met. She was very interesting and he wanted to see her again. "Will she chase me away if I look for her?" he asked, out loud, crossing the strong border and pricking his ears, alert.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
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"Well, a cruel and abusive parent would." Shadowstorm said honestly, looking onward without a drop of emotion in his eyes. He shoved the dark thoughts off-- he was living in the present, not in the future. Besides, his parents were gone now, dead, they couldn't harm him anymore. He grinned at her compliment. "Thank you, I basically roll in flowers and herbs on the daily!" It was no joke, he got so easily distracted during his patrols.Silverstar  00:48, November 13, 2017 (UTC)

(@Patch do you want Twilight and Talon to meet now??) Twilightpaw watched Ravenstar pad away, keeping her silence. Her awkward posture better not had given anything away! *I can't believe I didn't say anything... I thought I'd spit it out! I mean, it* is *my secret. And I ain't planning on telling anyone!* She licked her paws and ran it smoothly over the tip of her ear. She knew where she wanted to go, or rather, where her paws were going to take her. Making a sound similar to that of a 'tssk', she made her way cautiously towards the SoulClan border. She glanced around, spying for any cats. -

Oakpaw lunged at Lavenderpaw was the two apprentices practised, his muscles aching from his non-stop aggressive movements of attack. He faced Lavenderpaw and he tackled her and pushed her lead lightly to the ground, feeling his pelt grow hot as he realized his and the pretty she-cat's muzzle were millimeters apart. He drew away, embarrassed. "Sorry," he mumbled softly. He was awkward around she-cats.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:18, November 13, 2017 (UTC)

(sure) Talonfang decided to set out to work. She had to get the kits off of her mind... and gathering "friends" seemed like the perfect thing to do. She padded along the AshClan border, forcing herself to look pretty and proud, but her green gaze remained dull. There had to be a couple of foolish AshClan cats who would pledge loyality to her?

"Ahaha!" Ravenstar laughed, but his words made her curious. Had his parents abused him? She didn't really know, she had never talked with him a ton, and while she was a kit, she payed all her attention on her siblings and being a "great warrior". "My mom was kind of a jerk too. She didn't want runts in her litter." Lilacstream had never hurt her, but she was harsher towards the runts. Ravenstar assumed she just didn't want to grow attached, in case they died...

Lavenderpaw wrestled with Oakpaw and was tackled to the ground and she stared into his eyes and felt heat pulse off his pelt. She got to her paws when he drew away, staring at him with burning curiousity. "Battle-training. You are supposed to attack me." A butterfly flew close and she let it land on her nose, looking cross-eyed at the pretty orange and black wings.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
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Icewing sniffed the air. She recognized the scent she caught, but she couldn't remember what it came from. Suddenly, it came to her what was producing the scent she smelled. *Leo! Has he followed me?* ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 22:39, November 16, 2017 (UTC)

"I'm not quite sure why they never liked me..." Shadowstorm admitted with a long frown, once again returning to his blinding past. "I was a real good kit, very obedient and not...like myself today. But they also preferred my brother, who preferred me over them. Maybe they were just jealous of our brotherly bond." The black smoke tabby warrior gave a small shrug of his shoulders.

Pantherfang sent his sister one final glare before fully retreating into the back of the warrior's den. For now, his mind should be set on training, focused on his future when he'd take over the Clan, just as his Dark Forest mentor had. In the back of his mind, he did curiously wonder about what Fallenstar's true purpose was. Was Pantherfang but one of his pawns in a bigger game he intended on playing? No, no, Pantherfang was too strong, too good of a warrior to be a mere toy...Silverstar  23:38, November 16, 2017 (UTC)

"Hey, you!" Twilightpaw yowled at a large gray figure, steadily moving towards where the young apprentice was standing. "Stop right there!" Twilightpaw raced over to the strange she-cat and dug her claws into the she-cat's pelt, dragging her off her paws as surprise took over the stranger.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:25, November 17, 2017 (UTC)

"Oh... that's too bad," Ravenstar murmured. She didn't know who wouldn't love their own kit... Maybe they had only wanted one. Ravenstar pricked her ears. "I never knew you had a brother. What happened to him?" she asked, then realized he might not be comfortable talking about it. "Oh, but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." *Jeez, I didn't even know he had a brother, that I had another Clanmate. Good job, very fine job, me.*

Talonfang gasped with shock when a little cat barreled into her side. She fell on her flank, then went into attack mode and started ranking her claws down this dumb cats face. "Stop attacking me!" she yowled in a commanding voice.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
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Smokepaw was helping his mentor separate the coltsfoot from the goldenrod. *This is boring. I wanna be doing something else,* he thought. He accidentally swiped too hard and sliced some herbs in half. Uh-oh. He hurriedly ran outside with the ruined herbs in his mouth, dumped them, then ran back inside. "Ripplesky, anything else you want me to do?" he asked in an overly happy voice. *Tone it down, mouse-brain!* he scolded himself. *Ripplesky will suspect something's up!* He stood up straight and tried to look dignified. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 01:21, November 17, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw was flipped on to her back and snarled in the stranger's face, "why should I?" She clawed the stranger's face, sendig blood spilling into their eyes, before she slid out from under them and stuck out her left hind leg, tripping the stranger over. She spun with the speed of light and leaped on to the dumbfounded cat, raking her claws down her back, before Twilightpaw noticed the scent.

"You're from SoulClan!"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:05, November 17, 2017 (UTC)

Talonfang snarled and smacked the apprentice away, then flew at her, pushing her so she fell onto her back, and she planted a paw firmly on her chest so she couldn't squirm away and start giving her any more puny attacks. "Stop. That," Talonfang forced her voice to remain calm and clear. "I come not to fight. I came to talk. Talk about important matters effecting the future, of all the Clans perhaps, even yours."

Ripplesky lifted his head from the comfrey he had been sorting and gave his apprentice an odd look before nodding. "Could you collect some mallow and watermint? With leaf-fall nearing, we have to be prepared."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:41, November 17, 2017 (UTC)

Jadewhisker looked around for something to do. Everyone was busy doing something they needed to do...besides her. It was always her.

***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 13:23, November 18, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw froze. Maybe *this* was the she-cat Ashstar had spoken about... "Hey... Do you know a cat called Ashstar? I think she mentioned you to me, something about uncovering my destiny..." She felt her heart rise into her throat. The need to kill was growing stronger in Twilightpaw's heart, Ashstar had said simply. And she needed to find a cat who understood.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:41, November 26, 2017 (UTC)

Talonfang flicked her speckled ears. "Of course I've heard of Ashstar, a moon old kit should know who she is..." She lifted a "brow" at the apprentice. "She *mentioned* me to you?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 04:34, November 26, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw nodded and slipped out from under the she-cat, eyes narrowed. "She wanted me to find someone... Someone called Talonfang. She wants me to learn the lust for blood." Twilightpaw laughed softly, gaze trained on Talonfang's neck, incase of action needing to be taken.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:26, November 27, 2017 (UTC)

Talonfang's whiskers twitched as she gazed at the apprentice, aware her eyes were locked on her neck. *She must be insane,* she thought. What cat would say a long ago dead leader told her to find someone? *She's like you,* purred a voice in her head. *Oh, so you're calling me crazy?* Talonfang challegned the voice silently, then realized that was crazy, everything she had done in her life was crazy, and what she was about to do in the future was really, really crazy. "Hmm... I've come here for a reason, for an important matter, if you'd do me the honor of hearing me out, perhaps you'll find what you're looking for, kid."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 03:04, November 27, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw sat, her eyes flipping nervously from the stranger's neck to her gaze. "Fine." She felt the sassy temper rise steadily, and prayed to every afterlife, even StarClan, that this wasn't a mistake. -

Needleclaw looked around with a steady gaze, searching for a cat who wasn't doing something. In other words, someone to yell at. She had automatically thought of Featherheart, but tormenting the warrior further could lose the favor of Ravenstar.

Ravenstar! Where was the leader?

Needleclaw padded over to Raccoontail, the closest warrior to her. They bumped heads affectionately, before Needleclaw asked him, "have you seen Ravenstar anywhere?" She glanced over her should and saw Tallfang. *I'm gonna have to explain that bumping heads moment to him... Aren't I?*

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:32, November 27, 2017 (UTC)

Talonfang relaxed, just a little, sitting down and looking regal. "You see... Things haven't been so great in SoulClan," she began with a sad sigh. "I am destined to be their leader, but there are some cats who are trying to take that from me, I fear. I hope all goes smoothly, but I don't think it will. When our current deputy passes, or when he is made leader, I will be deputy, but there are other cats in my Clan, all of which are weak. If they are made deputy instead of me, they will destroy the Clan. Our current leader and deputy are peace lovers, so it's likely they'll chose them over me," a smirk came to her face when her brother popped into her head. She didn't have to worry about him being made deputy now. He had never even had an apprentice and was very unfit for the role as deputy. "I need allies who will fight by my side so I can set things right in my Clan. I need them to be loyal, brave, and strong, willing to die for me," she stared seriously at the apprentice. "SoulClan will become the strongest Clan, and will probably wipe out the others. In return for helping me, I offer a place within my Clan, food and territory, along with plenty of battle training."

Creekfrost crept on through the undergrowth, silent as a snake and dark as a shadow. Worry and fear made his chest tighten and it felt hard to breath. He was worried about being found on AshClan, and a little scared, and he was worried Talonfang might be doing something terribly wrong, and fearful on what that might be. He finally spotted her and froze up in the bushes, still as stone. What was she doing with that other cat? He leaned forward, pricking his large ears and heard everything. He couldn't help letting out a tiny peep of shock. Grief sliced his heart and he stumbled back, hiding behind a tree, trying to control his breathing as anxiety and pain gripped him. For a long, stupid moment, he had trusted her, he had thought she'd changed, giving up her kits to save them from herself. *I can't let this go on. I have to try and stop her.*

Raccoontail return her greeting with a light head bump, mind still wrapped up in Galaxystorm. Perhaps he could meet her again? Maybe he could hunt by the border and happen to bump into her? "Oh, I think she's flower picking with Shadowstorm."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:56, November 27, 2017 (UTC)

Crowsong had been attempting to strike up a conversation with her brother Pantherfang, only to be miserably rejected with a bitter huff from the conceited warrior, who returned to the shadows of the Warrior's den in hopes of returning his Dark Forest training with Fallenstar. Frowning, Crowsong turned away from her brother and waltzed off, only to hear her twin sister's name brought up. She scowled under her breath under annoyance: that Needleclaw always had her nose up Ravenstar's rear! If she never learned to chill out and have some fun like her sister, she'd develop some heart issues.

Tallfang glared over at Pantherfang as the shady warrior snaked off into the warriors den to sleep. The ruddy warrior didn't trust him one bit: he was up to no good. He could practically taste Pantherfang's unyielding amibition and thirst for bloodshed. Perhaps one day, he'd get it...and hopefully it'd be Tallfang who would knock his socks off.

Shadowstorm's eyes brightened when he and Ravenstar neared a patch of flowers. "Ah! I was here earlier. Now *these* are some quality flowers. Smell amazing, look equally as great." The black smoke tabby gave the black she-cat a wide grin before stepping forward. "But *always* look out for those pesky bees. I got stung on the nose a few days ago."Silverstar  20:58, November 27, 2017 (UTC)

"Ow," Ravenstar murmured, leaning away as a fuzzy yellow striped bee flew past. *I wonder what it feels like to be stung. I'd rather be stung by ten than be leader.* "They look nice. I'm sure if I tangle them in my fur, it'll help completely rid of the smell," she mewed, nodding with a troubled look in her eyes.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:39, November 28, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw nodded to her friend and left camp, angry at her leader's disappearance. *How dare she? She might get hurt... I can't allow that!*

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:36, November 30, 2017 (UTC)

(want to end the meeting with talon? she's got to go back to suc and talk to thunder about some "stuff" i'm gonna probably do a timeskip on her gathering cats up) Raccoontail nodded, watching Needleclaw go, and suddenly felt unsure whether he should tell her about his stupidity about crossing the border. *Nah... it's really not a big deal...* But he felt somewhat guilty about not telling her. Needleclaw had been his only true friend and he always told her everything, not telling her this just felt wrong. *It's fine,* he reassured himself. It wasn't like he broke the warrior code or anything. But wasn't it being just a bit disloyal, wanting to see her again? *I should have sked Shadowstorm where she usually hunts or patrols. Oh dear, I sound like some weird stalker guy.* He left camp, ignoring the dizziness that swam through his head. He could try hunting. That'd get his mind off it.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:19, November 30, 2017 (UTC)

He had to admit, it'd be disappointing if Ravenstar had to roll through all of the pretty flowers and crush the life out of them, but it seemed pretty necessary at this point. They'd grow back, surely...or, at least he hoped they would. Shadowstorm gave a half-hearted nod and a small smile to his dark-coated leader. "They certainly will! They have pleasant and powerful fragrance. Go 'head and give it a roll."Silverstar  03:53, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

(@Patch sure) Needleclaw found Ravenstar quickly and gasped as she saw the nectar plastered to the she-cat's pelt. She stalked over, pelt standing on end and ears back, teeth bared. "What in the name of StarClan are you doing out here?"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 05:37, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenstar lay down and began rolling in the flowers, Shadowstorm's happy mood lifting her spirits a bit. She got a bit carried away and started batting some leaves like a kit, then she heard her deputy's voice and her ears turned cold. She sprang to her paws and saw Needleclaw stalking over with bared teeth. Ravenstar's pelt bristled and her heart began to pound. She forced herself to relax and faced Needleclaw coolly. "I still had a bit of stink in my fur, so Shadowstorm was kind enough to take me out and let me destroy some of his flowers."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:15, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

"Good for you," Needleclaw hissed coldly, her eyes drifting over to Ravenstar's pelt again, stained wih nectar. "Let me know, next time, got it?" She glared at Shadowstorm in this moment, before meowing, "I'm going back." She lifted her head proudly and stalked all the way into camp and into her den. *Why is Ravenstar so difficult sometimes?*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 20:16, December 1, 2017 (UTC)*

Ravenstar said nothing, watching Needleclaw disappear into the undergrowth. Anger rose in her throat the more she thought about what she had said. *I'm much younger than her, but why does she treat me like a kit. I'm her leader for crying out loud! StarClan chose me! Doesn't she realize how bad it makes me look when she publicly humiliates me?* "Sorry about that," she coughed dryily to Shadowstorm. *Do you think I'm a terrible leader to? I'm sorry I'm not the right cat to lead your Clan.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:16, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

Needleclaw was still furious when she emerged from the den a few minutes later, the cold air slicing smoothly through her fur. She leaped down from her den's ledge from the wall of the hollow and landed easily on the dusty surface of AshClan's camp.

03:46, December 2, 2017 (UTC)

Shadowstorm brislted in annoyance as Needleclaw scolded Ravenstar like a kitten who had left camp, or accidentally hurt her littermates. What in the name of StarClan?! The black smoke warrior had to bite his tongue to keep himself from lashing out at the Clan deputy. Mom always told him he was too passive, too weak, he needed to stand up and stop acting so immature...one day... Once Needleclaw left, the still-bristling Shadowstorm turned to Ravenstar. "Who made dirt in *her* fresh kill? Dear StarClan, she acts like you're a *kitten*." He hated that. That was how his mother *always* treated him, although with much more...physical abuse. "Don't let her push you around, Ravenstar, or it'll only get worse. If she can't relax and have fun, that's her own fault. She'll die from stress years before you do."Silverstar  16:48, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenstar didn't reply, she honestly didn't know how to. She knew she should talk to Needleclaw about it, she should stand up for herself, but at the same time, she felt like she needed her deputy to tell her this stuff. Maybe it would help her be a better leader? Needleclaw was older than her, and her deputy, maybe she should listen to her more. Although she did appreciate Shadowstorm encouraging words. "I'll try talking to her about it, but what if she's right?" she dared to ask the question. "What if I'm not good enough for AshClan? What if she's trying to help?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 17:35, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

"Everything happens for a reason, Ravenstar." Shadowstorm pointed out, playing with his little patch of flowers. "StarClan picked you for a reason, no? Otherwise you wouldn't have gotten your lives." The smoke warrior was somewhat distracted within his mind as he thought on it. "I-I mean, I got abused for a reason, no? It made me a stronger warrior...er, on the inside." *Right? Did it?*Silverstar  17:39, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

"I guess you're right," Ravenstar meowed. StarClan did chose her, they gave her nine lives, so if she wasn't the right leader for the Clan, why would they have chosen her? Maybe they wanted her to bring more peace to the Clan, stop their lust for battle. She squrmed at the thought. It would be really hard to change their nature, but if she had to... The small she-cat stood up taller and puffed out her chest. "Yes, you're right. I'm the leader of AshClan, I was chosen by StarClan for a reason, I must have. I will speak to Needleclaw before the Gathering, and this won't happen again," she said, very confident.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 18:00, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

"That's the spirit!" Shadowstorm praised with a wide grin, removing his attention from the flowers and directing it back to Ravenstar. "She's your deputy: it's her job to guide you, not scold you like she's your mother. You two need to be in the same rhythm, work together, y'know?" He tried to explain it, but what did he know? He was a basic warrior. *And I'll pray to StarClan that Needleclaw doesn't try to skin her alive...*Silverstar  18:09, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenstar nodded, setting her jaw determinedly. She glanced up at the sky, and suggested, "Maybe we should go back to camp now, the Gathering is tonight, so we should probably rest." *And I should brace myself.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 18:41, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

After the Gathering, Ravenstar led the Clan home and gave herself a few hours of rest before leaving her den. She nodded to Twilightpaw and Oakpaw, who looked pretty excited. Just before she had rested, she had told them that they were going to be made warriors today. Ravenstar climbed up onto the broken tree and called a meeting. Yewcloud sat close to Twilightpaw, bickering and bouncing with excitement, while Ripplesky sat nearby, watching with a gleam of pride in his eyes and a somewhat broken face that he hid well.

Grinning down at the apprentices, Ravenstar beckoned them with her tail. "Twilightpaw, Oakpaw, the time has come for you to recieve your warrior names. I have seen you training and your mentors told me you're ready, and I agree," she said. "Now... I, Ravenstar, leader of AshClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn." She looked sharply at each apprentice as she continued. "Oakpaw, Twilightpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do."

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. Oakpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Oakfeather. StarClan honers your kindness and dedication to your Clan." She turned to Twilightpaw. "Twilightpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Twilightstrike. StarClan honers your skill in battle and cleverness, and we welcome you both as full warriors of AshClan." Her first warrior ceremony to preform! Thank StarClan she had repeated the words five hundred times in her head before hand.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 17:16, December 27, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightstrike breathed in her name about five thousand times, admiring the choice, and how much it suited her. *Twilightstrike. Twilightstrike. Twilightstrike.* Her new name wreathed itself around her thoughts, pulling her closer to it, until she let it envelope her in its embrace. *I am no longer Twilightpaw. I am a noble warrior namerd Twilightstrike. And I will not be afraid,* a young, deadly voice purred in her head. *I am no longer Twilightpaw,* she repeated, her mind's voice laced with malice. *I am a noble warrior named Twilightstrike. And I will not be afraid.* She blindly prowled over to Oakpaw, no, Oak*feather,* and brushed her muzzle momentarily against his. The deadly voice in her head recoiled slightly and hissed, *light shadows his trail.* Twilightstrike huffed her agreement and forced a purr as her brother vaguely meowed, "nice name." She dipped her head to him and bounded away, towards where Yewcloud was waiting in the shadows. The deadly voice inside her head vanished. "Well?" She hissed at him softly, her voice playful, "are you happy? Or angered?" -

Oakfeather watched his sister worriedly as she sauntered away, hs thoughts swimming over her blank, entranced eyes. *Probably just shock,* he reasoned, before realizing he must be mad to be comforting himself. He saw Lavenderpaw to his left, and made to pad towards her, but stopped himself as he saw Ripplesky.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:42, December 28, 2017 (UTC)

Yewcloud greeted Twilightstrike with a head butt. "Angered? Why would I be? This is a great day, I'm so proud of you!" he purred, mildly hurt she would think he was angry with her. "Twilightstrike is such a stunning name."

Ripplesky padded over to Oakfeather, a small smile on his face. "Congratulations, Oakfeather. Your parents are proud of you." He wished Echostar could see this, their kits, warriors! He wished things could have been different... He wished his kits knew he was their father, he wished Echostar and him could have raised them together. It was sad, that that chance was over and it could never be.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:46, December 28, 2017 (UTC)

"Thank you," Oakfeather told the tom warmly, his smile fading a little. *I wonder who my parents are, or were... Ripplesky must know who they are.* He bit back the question, though. -

Twilightstrike purred, her voice cracking a little, "thanks for the compliment." She nudged him affectionately.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 09:35, December 28, 2017 (UTC)

Tallfang limped into camp, a bitter expression on his features. He missed the little meeting and celebration of the new warriors, but it wasn't his fault. As he was returning from a patrol with Pantherfang, he mysteriously found a random thorn planted in his paw -- and it was along a perfectly clear path! Pantherfang had planted it on purpose, but didn't utter a word as he disappeared into the warrior's den to continue his Dark Forest training.

In the meantime, Tallfang dropped his prey in the freshkill pile before grimacing to himself, scowling down at the thorn in his paw before giving it a tug. In response, blood welled up around the thorn, but it remained firmly lodged in his pawpad. "Great." The russet ticked tabby growled to himself under his breath. He could take horrible blows from other warriors, he could take getting his ears torn -- heck, he could even take getting hit by a *monster*. But a thorn in the pawpad? Now, that was a whole other form of natural torture.Silverstar  04:59, December 29, 2017 (UTC)

"Well, you run along now. Prepare for your vigil tonight," Ripplesky shook out his pelt, mewing kindly. He glanced over to where Twilightstrike sat with Yewcloud, holding back a purr that would hurt.

Lavenderpaw ran her paws over some leaves littering the ground as she waited for Oakfeather to finish talking with Ripplesky. She wondered when her ceremony would be. *Ravenstar probably thinks I'm too werid to be a warrior anytime soon,* she noted, a bit hurt by the thought.

"We can go on an adventure later, as warriors, if you're up for it," Yewcloud mewed, a challenge glittering in his eyes.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:31, December 30, 2017 (UTC)

Oakfeather dipped his head respectfully to Ripplesky, giving the medicine cat a little shy smile, before turning and padding calmly over towards Lavenderpaw, his heart beating faster than usual. *I wonder when she'll be a warrior?* He thought, smiling at her before saying, "you'll be a warrior soon, I know it." -

Twilightstrike gave Yewcloud a wicked, slightly evil grin, before saying, a dangerous purr lacing around her voice, "you're *on*." She took a quick glance around camp, before saying softly, "we could go now?" She raised her 'eye-brows' at him in silent demand.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:40, December 30, 2017 (UTC)

"Oh, hi," Lavenderpaw slowly sat up straight. "Thanks," she murmured, not really believing it. "Congratulations, Oakfeather." She was tempted to bump her muzzle to his, but held herself back, reminding herself she didn't like touching other cats.

Yewcloud returned the wicked grin, but a little less evil. "You're on," he said, before bolting out of camp, not sure where he was running to, but all he knew was he wanted to win this race there, with Twilightstrike beside him.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:45, December 30, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightstrike streaked after her former mentor, her mind full of things they might do. -

Oakfeather dipped his head to Lavenderpaw, before saying kindly, "thank you." He felt his heart rise up into his throat as a shimmering form appeared next to the she-cat... *Shinepaw.* She vanished, just as he was about to open his mouth to say something.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 20:46, December 30, 2017 (UTC)