Reedpaw

*Oceansplash's words had convinced him: he should move forward, deeper into his role as a mediator. He felt his paws carry themselves forward, the sea breeze cool against his fur, the sunset behind him, and the future ahead.*
— Reedpaw about his future in BlueClan's Bearings RP

## Appearances

### Living

BlueClan's Bearings RP, PurpleClan's Prairie RP

**Reedpaw** is a thoughtful and level mediator apprentice of BlueClan.

## Physical Description

Reedpaw is a thick, soft, sleek, and short-furred, small, lithe, sleek, silver tabby tom with dark, lithe stripes, bright, warm, vivid amber eyes, and a face that narrows toward his soft white muzzle. He has a white chest and belly, a white tail-tip, and white ear-tips, lined with streaks of cream. One of his small, darker silver paws is soft white instead of silver, and his dark black stripes fade into a creamy silver near the tip of his tail.

## Personality

Reedpaw considered to be one of the soft-hearted members of BlueClan. He is reasonable, intelligent, and nearly unbiased when forming decisions, and shows warmth, consideration, compassion, and honesty towards those he encounters. However, he is quick to create strong conclusions and is level-headed, yet firm, when defending his thoughts, which may be seen as stubborn to those who are only familiar with his outermost demeanor. Deep in his heart, Reedpaw's compassion comes from his passion to serve all the Clans with a loyalty that all those around him are comfortable with, although this has frequently resulted in a vulnerable, soft nature that leaves him vulnerable to be pushed around, which was the basis of his firm defenses as of now.

## History

### Overview

* Reedpaw and his mentor, Acornspark, attend a hunt for minnows, and later succeed.
* Reedpaw follows Acornspark to mediate the GreenClan border, and the two argue.
* Reedpaw is forced to do apprentice chores for the elders after his heated debate.
* Reedpaw and Acornspark have a brief, friendly exchange of greetings with Hashwing.

### BlueClan's Bearings RP

The first scene starts shortly after the break of dawn, with Reedpaw standing at the edge of the gorse tunnel, which is lined with gorse ferns and tufts of reeds and cattails. His eyes glisten in the shafts of dawn sunshine, and his fur ruffles in the cool morning breeze. Reedpaw lets out a soft sigh, before turning in the direction of his mentor, Acornspark. He recalls how he had been interested in medicine cat training the moment he was old enough to understand the role, but had also been sparked by the mediators of the six Clans.

Reedpaw thinks about how BlueClan would always be his home, and how he couldn't imagine a life without the taste of carp, or without the sand beneath his paws. He wonders how the other Clans managed themselves without the salty tang of the sea breezes, or the bubbles foaming near his paws as he swam in the always-nearby ocean. He then gives his head a vigorous shake, thinking about how he had to stop daydreaming, although he silently admits that he couldn't find much wrong with the life of his Clanmates. Padding towards the fresh-kill pile, Reedpaw drags a good amount of prey to the elder's den, wincing at the salty, rough texture of the salmons, before giving his senior Clanmates a polite nod and heading out of the den. He looks eagerly at his mentor, Acornspark, his stress released after his hunt the night before. He dreamily recalls the anticipation and the exhilaration of hunting, before admitting that he could not imagine a life without hunting.

Reedpaw gives his mentor a hopeful nod, and tips his head to the side, a purr rising in his throat as he meows if they could do a hunting session that day. He explains how he'd seen a cluster of minnows near the edge of the stream the day before, and how he thought a bit of exercise would help warm him up, before wincing at the tone of his voice. Reedpaw shamefully questions himself why he needed to persuade his mentor to do a hunting session, as he became a mediator apprentice to learn to calm down the Clan during tense situations, not manipulate others with a smooth silver tongue.

As Acornspark responds positively, Reedpaw nods, giving his mentor a friendly purr, before dashing out of the BlueClan camp in the direction of the forest that lined the opposite side of the beach. Just before edging the forest, he skids to a halt, his paws skidding on the rough soil that had given way to a stream. He silently recalls how he'd explored the territory shortly after being apprenticed, and discovered that the stream was bigger than the others on the island, running cool and deep through the hottest greenleaf, flowing through several channels and winding through patches of pebbles and reeds.

Reedpaw purrs his conclusion that this was the area, and crouches down low near the edge of the stream, eyeing the minnows that darted near the banks and murmuring that the fish were swarming there. He admits that a good supply of prey was better than no prey, and asks if they should catch some. As Acornspark responds positively, Reedpaw tenses his muscles, flattening his body to the ground, so that the shadow cast by the sun behind him was barely visible. He lifts a paw slightly, focusing on minimizing the shadow cast by keeping it close to the bank, and waits until the minnow darts next to it.

Reedpaw lashes out a paw underneath the surface of the water, under the surface shape of the minnow, remembering the trick some of his warrior denmates had taught him. He silently recalls how the sun's glare made tricks in the water, making the fish's surface demeanor different from its actual location and shifting the picture depending on the time of day. Due to the morning scene, Reedpaw focuses his eyes slightly behind the minnow, and feels his paw grasp a small, slippery object. Overwhelmed at the difficulty of grasping such a slippery object, he scoops the fish from the water and throws it behind him, and the dazed minnow lands behind him and rolls desperately in the grass underneath.

Reedpaw lashes out a paw at the minnow, picking it up delicately in his jaws, before grimacing at its foul taste. He mutters his surprise, his breath fouling quickly and his words rough around the minnow. Confused, he silently points out that it was freshly caught, and he wonders how it had already been so foul and dirty. Spitting the fish out, he buries it under a small pile of dirt near the base of a palm tree. Then, he pauses, recalling how the way he threw the fish backwards must've gotten it dirty, as it had been rolling itself in the grass, before wondering how warriors managed to catch minnows.

Despite his bitterness, Reedpaw forces a cheerful tone to his voice as he suggests for them to leave it to the seasoned warriors to hunt the minnows, and that the former shouldn't risk to drive them away, as they could accidentally make a mistake and splash into the stream, which would ruin their catch. Reedpaw then explains that, on the other hand, the more experienced warriors would be able to hunt the minnows easily and add them to the fresh-kill pile quickly and easily. He admits that it would be a more efficient way of handling the discovery, and questions for Acornspark's thoughts.

As Acornspark responds in a disapproving manner, Reedpaw can barely suppress an inward sigh, although he nods, forcing a rush of determination through his veins. He crouches down low, lifting a paw slightly into the air, and lashes it out just behind the minnow, wincing at the slippery skin beneath his pads. He thinks about the pressure of time, and, hissing with determination, he scoops the fish into the air and quickly, yet delicately, places it into his mouth, killing it with a swift bite to the spine, before gently placing it down on a thicker patch of grass near the bank, where the dry soil couldn't spoil the minnow. He pauses, enjoying a brief moment of satisfaction, before remember Acornspark's disapproval.

Reedpaw recalls how, as a mediator, he should help his Clan and please his Clanmates, and reminds himself that he could not do so by being lazy and catching one tiny minnow. He gives himself a brief encouragement to do his best, and lashes out another paw sideways through the water, in the hopes of catching more than one fish. The feeling of his paws being full makes him grip the fish tighter, his grasp strengthening the hold, and he firmly places the three freshly caught minnows onto the thick patch of grass.

Reedpaw counts nine minnows as they dart away, the latter seeming to understand that they were being hunted. He grimly recalls how he'd caught three minnows, but scared the nine that were left. Swiftly forming a plan, he slowly places a paw on the palm tree near the thick patch of grass and climbs it carefully, his lightweight body and swift movements quickly bringing him to the top. The palm tree bends slightly towards the other side of the stream, where it is noted that another palm tree had sprouted, and, forcing himself not to look down, Reedpaw slowly makes his way near the edge of the thin branch, which bends quickly, even under his light weight.

Reedpaw reaches out a paw to grasp the branch of the palm tree on the other side, and fastens his grip. He thinks about the fact that he cannot get his hind paws off of the first palm tree without risking a state of dangling under the new branch on the other side, and bunches up his hind leg muscles, launching his hind paws off the branch of the first palm tree, unsheathing his hind claws and digging them onto the nearby thicker branch of the new palm tree. Reedpaw slowly makes his way to the ground and sighs with relief, remembering how, although he made it to the other side of the stream, he had still needed to hunt the minnows.

Reedpaw drops into a crouch, tensing his muscles and flattening his ears, before swiftly and silently stalking toward the edge of the bank, where he lifts a paw and lashes it out at the minnows below. He scoops up two of the small specimen and snaps their spines, quickly killing them, before carrying them delicately in his jaws towards another thick patch of grass. Reedpaw looks hopefully at Acornspark, giving her a friendly nod, and purrs his satisfaction at his freshly-caught minnows.

As Acornspark ignores him, Reedpaw notes in a confused manner that all the minnows were gone. He wonders where they went, before taking a glance at the dead minnows on the opposite bank, and silently concluding that Acornspark must've killed them. Reedpaw joyfully purrs his thoughts, believing that they fished out all the minnows, and Acornspark explains that they were mediating the GreenClan border. Reedpaw nods, dashing toward the BlueClan camp to drop off the minnows on the fresh-kill pile, before swiftly bounding back towards his mentor for further instructions. His voice soft, he questions Acornspark's words, and states that he thinks that they'd settled all the arguments last time, inferring that they'd had a quarrel with GreenClan before.

As Acornspark explains her insults on GreenClan, Reedpaw stiffens, tensing his muscles, and admits that he could not deny that his mentor had a point. He recalls how GreenClan warriors had been the shadow of every nursery tale he'd heard, and that, every moment he spent in the forest, each fern may have held a secret, which Reedpaw silently compares to as though an invisible GreenClan warrior, later described to strike fast and strike hard, was only a mouse-length from him. However, he remembers how he'd met more than one of their warriors in peace, and discovered that their stereotypes for having dark hearts may not have been true.

Reedpaw notes that, although GreenClan remained a mysterious demeanor, they didn't hesitate to show courage and compassion to friends in other Clans, implying that they were honorable warriors. He also notes that, throughout several peaceful encounters, he had formed strong bonds with their warriors, and even their medicine cat, Hashwing. Reedpaw then lets out an inward sigh, although he gives Acornspark a warm, friendly nod, his tail waving cheerfully behind him. He purrs a positive response, believing that he could never put her out of her thinking style. As Acornspark starts the journey, Reedpaw gives his mentor another friendly nod, and bunches hid hind leg muscles, swiftly launching himself into a dash across the narrow dirt trail.

Tensing his muscles, Reedpaw bounds from rock to rock in the line of stepping stones across the sea between GreenClan and BlueClan territories, before stopping at the edge of the ocean and noting the wash of sea-foam near his paws as he reached the narrow beach that formed the official border. His eyes narrowing, Reedpaw scans the dark, shadowed edges of the forest for a sign of a dawn patrol, and, twitching his whiskers with amusement, he wonders if GreenClan did not patrol their borders regularly.

He then grimaces as the stench of fresh GreenClan scent wash over his muzzle, and reports with a level voice that a border patrol must've passed by not long ago and refreshed their scent markers near the edge of the forest. He states his thoughts that they missed the patrol, although the latter may later come in their direction again due to their new scent. As Acornspark snorts an insult and a plan to ignore them, Reedpaw twitches his ears at her disrespectful tone, and narrows his eyes.

Reedpaw points out that mediators should be stopping arguments, not creating them, and an annoyed Acornspark tells him to take care of the elders. Reedpaw's fur ticks at the thought of defending himself, and he notes that Acornspark was being unreasonable for a seasoned mediator. He thinks about how they'd come all the way to the GreenClan border simply to sit there and ignore challenges from patrols that would likely be confused if encountering them. Reedpaw thinks about how Acornspark had immediately invalidated his thoughts as false, and told him on elder's duties when he suggested his idea.

Reedpaw stares calmly into his mentor's gaze, his voice level as he speaks, and thinks that they were equals in terms of their mediator roles, as mediators had the job of listening to others and creating conclusions in which both sides agreed. He is determined not to be pushed around and told on elder's duties simply because he disagreed, and he begins with a level meow. Reedpaw tells Acornspark that the idea was unreasonable, as they came here simply to sit around and do nothing if patrols challenged them, and that this was a form of creating problems. He explains that mediators were known for their wisdom and lack of bias, and that GreenClan would go through a period of unnecessary stress, tension, and extreme confusion if they saw them standing there, which would lead to the challenge itself.

Reedpaw continues, explaining that, if the two did not respond, GreenClan patrols would lose their patience, and would argue, or perhaps even attack them. He points out that Acornspark said this herself when she noted that they didn't know whether or not to trust GreenClan, as they did not know how strong or stressed they were in the past few moons, and they shouldn't test them out, as it would only make the patrols more stressed and aggressive. Acornspark, in a state of extreme annoyance, raises his voice and orders Reedpaw on elder duties.

Reedpaw freezes in shock, noting that he'd never heard Acornspark raise her voice, especially not in front of him. He stammers in agreement, and dashes back to the BlueClan camp, his heart pounding. As he runs, emotions swirl in Reedpaw's mind, and anger and shame battle his gaze. Furious for a brief moment, sheer anger and irritation overpower his body, although the irritation only lasts for a moment, and he instantly feels shame as he recalls how it was his fault that Acornspark had lost her temper, and how he shouldn't have acted so.

Reedpaw sighs, thinking that the prey has already been eaten, and that he should learn from his mistakes and improve. He tips his head to the side, recalling the entire situation, before narrowing his eyes. He concludes that he would listen to Acornspark next time, and when the situation was over and they'd all calmed down, he would talk to her later about his thoughts in a slow and comfortable manner, and if she was still upset, that he would stop talking, and do as she said.

In the next scene, Reedpaw pads into the elder's den, fresh reeds clamped in his jaws. He notes that he'd been working for quite a while, and had fed the elders, picked their ticks with mouse bile, removed the dirty bedding, and prepared the fresh nests by outlining the areas with dock leaves, which the BlueClan medicine cat had advised him to do so, to help soothe the pain of aching joints and inflammation. Reedpaw pads the fresh reeds into the nests, giving the elders a warm, friendly nod and a cheerful wave of his tail, before leaving the den, his eyes bright with relief. Then, a spark of fear tingles his fur as he wonders if Acornspark is still upset, and he believes that there is only one way to find out.

Reedpaw bunches his hind leg muscles and launches himself into a dash through the narrow trail of dirt and pine cones that Acornspark had introduced him to, before bounding across the vast line of stepping stones and skidding to a halt on the narrow beach that formed the border between GreenClan and BlueClan. He stops, panting, and scans his surroundings, his fur ruffling in the cool land breeze, which is mingled with the scents of oak and spruce, which he notes is much different from the salty tang of the sea breezes from the ocean. He turns to face Acornspark and gives her a warm nod, explaining that he completed the chores she asked him to do.

The young silver tabby states that he fed the elders, picked their ticks, removed the old bedding, and replaced it with fresh nests of dock leaves and reeds. He questions Acornspark gently, asking if anything has gone wrong with the mediation there, and that he could help, if she wished. Acornspark responds positively, though Reedpaw is puzzled, as he realizes that he asked two questions. He tips his head to the side, and asks if she meant yes, as in something had gone wrong, or yes, as in he could help. Acornspark responds that he could help, and that they would sit here and watch for GreenClan patrols, and if the patrols challenged them, to decline them each time and remember to be kind.

Reedpaw nods, relaxing the tension in his stiffened muscles, and stands, waiting for the GreenClan patrol to arrive. However, when his eyes catch the flash of bright orange tabby fur, the cat is alone, and her eyes seem friendly. He guessed that the newcomer was a medicine cat, and watches as she places down a bundle of fresh herbs on a thick patch of grass. Reedpaw struggles to identify the names of the herbs, enhanced in difficulty by the way the thick undergrowth broke up the outlines of the plants. He silently admits that it was a smart move, and that no wonder GreenClan was so mysterious, as they seemed to have some sort of tactic for anything up their paws.

Reedpaw gives the tabby a small, warm nod, and his eyes are friendly. The cat nods back, introducing herself as Hashwing, and as she states that GreenClan was doing good, with prey running into their paws, Reedpaw can barely stop himself from rolling his eyes. He thinks that, even if GreenClan didn't have as much as a single morsel in their territory, they wouldn't admit a single mousetail of anything. After Hashwing's departure, Reedpaw turns to face Acornspark, noting that the medicine cat's questions were slightly odd, as Hashwing seemed to come there only to ask them questions. With a murmur, he adds his wondering if GreenClan was up to something again.

In his next scene, not long after his encounter with Featherpaw in the PurpleClan RP thread, Reedpaw pounces on a plump seagull, his claws outstretched for its wings. However, his timing has missed by the slightest moment, and the large seabird flaps away. As he carries on with his hunt, his hopes quickly rising once more, he feels a figure take form in front of him, and he bristles his fur. Skidding to a halt, his eyes stretch wide with amazement as he realizes that the figure had been Oceansplash.

As Oceansplash greets Reedpaw, his son, the latter stands, amazed. He greets his father back, before meowing that mediators didn't typically receive signs from StarClan, and that, if there was a message, it should've been delivered to Hollywing. Oceansplash agrees, before noting that the message had been for Reedpaw, not Hollywing, and murmuring for Reedpaw to stay safe and follow Acornspark's pawsteps.

Reedpaw purrs that his father telling him that salmon was the worst was a bad influence according to Acornspark was nonsense, adding that salmon truly was the worst, and that nobody would change his mind on that. Oceansplash teasingly murmurs that carp was supreme to all, and Reedpaw is about to agree, before Oceansplash's outline begins to fade. Reedpaw desperately tells Oceansplash to wait and come back, before Oceansplash's visible form completely dissolves like mist.

Despite this, Reedpaw feels warmed enough by Oceansplash's appearance, enough to convince him that the visit had been true. He silently notes that the words Oceansplash's figure had said were what Oceansplash would say, and that it was time Reedpaw looked beyond his nest anyway. His heart quickening, Oceansplash's words have completely convinced Reedpaw that he should move forward, deeper into his role as a mediator. Reedpaw feels his paws carry him forward, the sea breeze cool against his fur, the sunset behind him, and the future ahead.

The glow of warmth and pride in Oceansplash's eyes is all there is in Reedpaw's mind as he dashes towards the medicine cat's den. Oceansplash's encouragement and advice brightening his soft amber gaze, Reedpaw gives the young medicine cat, Hollywing, an eager nod, and purrs his greetings. He tells her that Oceansplash visited him, and told him to trust Acornspark and follow her pawsteps. He hesitates, noting that he wasn't sure what that meant, and pauses, before adding that he was nevertheless happy enough to see him again.

As Hollywing questions Reedpaw other things Oceansplash told him, Reedpaw pauses, remembering his encounter and replying that Oceansplash had also told him that carp was supreme and that salmon was the worst. As Hollywing hisses that Oceansplash's message had been stupid, Reedpaw lets out an inward hiss, pointing out that they were enjoying the moment they had together, and that they had been teasing each other lightly. He questions Hollywing if she had a problem with that, as he and Oceansplash hadn't seen each other for moons and that, if she didn't respect the way he handled his grief and his joy, she shouldn't take it out on him.

Reedpaw questions Hollywing that, if Rabbitwing had visited her without giving her prophecy, if it would make the visit stupid. As Hollywing forcefully gives him a positive response and orders him to get out, Reedpaw tenses his muscles, thinking of a retort, before remembering Oceansplash's words. He thinks that he should move on, and could not be so stubborn, especially not about something that had nothing to do with Hollywing. However, he believes that he cannot give up, and meows sarcastically that he supposed that he couldn't talk to medicine cats when it was not about prophecies or death.

As Hollywing forcefully tells him that Oceansplash's visit was mouse-brained, not prophetic, Reedpaw sighs, silently apologizing and thinking that he'd let the argument get far too much out of control. However, Reedpaw notes that simply apologizing to the stubborn medicine cat feels like moving an entire ocean with one paw, and knows that the words would stick firmly to his throat like lumps of rock clinging to the ground. His amber gaze soft, Reedpaw murmurs that he was sorry for letting the argument get out of control.

Reedpaw apologizes for not acting as a mediator should, and adds that he came to the medicine cat's den to ask Hollywing if what he had seen could've been a hallucination, as Oceansplash had never visited him before. Reedpaw notes that he'd thought Hollywing knew, and that he was going to ask her, but he'd let the argument get out of control before he could do anything, apologizing again. As Hollywing notes that StarClan might visit her that night, Reedpaw nods, thanking her, before a slightly disloyal, unstated thought enters his mind.

Speaking in a slightly uncertain tone, Reedpaw asks Hollywing if he could tell her about something else, as he thought she might want to know. Hollywing asks him what he wanted to say, and Reedpaw pauses, dismissing his thoughts and saying that he didn't have enough information to create a conclusion. Reedpaw notices Hollywing staring intently at a small number of purple-blue flowers that hung delicately from slender, zesty green leaves, and tentatively asks if she needed help collecting them.

As Acornspark suddenly enters the den and asks Reedpaw if he wanted to come with her to watch the PurpleClan border, Reedpaw's fur tingles inwardly with hope, although he gives his mentor a friendly nod and a positive response.

### PurpleClan's Prairie RP

Reedpaw drops into a hunter's crouch, his muscles tensed and ears flattened. He stalks forward, swift and silent, before launching himself into the air, his claws outstretched for the seagull. However, his timing is slightly off, and he falls into the ocean with a large splash. Although he notes that he isn't afraid, as he knew how to float and swim back to shore, the morning tide is too strong for him, and the currents knock him off his paws and drag him towards the PurpleClan border. Even as the currents mellow, he finds himself drifting near PurpleClan's shore, and his eyes catch the flash of dark blue-gray tabby fur.

His heart sinks at his unfortunate luck, as he recalls that he'd been carried all the way to the PurpleClan border just to be caught by a border patrol. He admits that at least he didn't cross the border, since he was still in the ocean, but he also notes that he didn't have the energy to swim against the current, after all the floating. In his next scene, Reedpaw barely notices that his paw had touched the edge of the narrow PurpleClan beach as he wakes up, the sound of a cat's yowl ringing in his ears. He turns to see the dark tabby from before, although much closer.

Reedpaw notes that the dark tabby she-cat was small and sleek, with neat ears, a narrow muzzle, a blue-gray shade in her fur, and warm, soft yellow eyes with a gentle glow to the sunlight. He identifies the cat as Featherpaw, the cat he considers to be beautiful and kindhearted, from his meeting with the apprentice at a recent Gathering. Reedpaw purrs his greetings to the PurpleClan apprentice, and apologizes for bumping into their territory at such an inconvenient time, explaining that he'd been stalking a seagull and had gotten carried away by the currents.

Reedpaw asks if Featherpaw minded him staying in PurpleClan territory for a few hours, as he needed time to regain his energy and that the tide over in BlueClan would mellow during sunhigh. As Featherpaw agrees, Reedpaw mews his thanks and purrs. Then, with a slightly more serious voice, he questions where Featherpaw's mentor was, explaining that the latter should know that he was resting on PurpleClan's territory for a while, as trespassing on another cat's territory was nothing to be friendly about, and that Reedpaw had gotten lucky with Featherpaw.

As Featherpaw complains about her mentor, Reedpaw nods, although his mind is whirling with confusion. He silently notes that the bond between mentor and apprentice was the key for an apprentice to master the arts of hunting and fighting, and thinks about how he does not know what would happen if the bond did not exist. He then thinks that he shouldn’t be creating enemies, and that mediators should be unbiased.

Resting his tail on Featherpaw’s shoulder, Reedpaw meows gently that a bond should take place between mentor and apprentice, and that, without the bond, it would be difficult for the apprentice to learn how to hunt and fight. He notes aloud that, while she seemed like a peaceful cat, there was a difference between preferring peace over fighting and refusing what she didn’t want to do altogether.

He tips his head to the side, and as he speaks, his eyes are soft, although his voice is firm. He gently questions why Featherpaw hated fighting so much, and reminds her that, in a mock fighting session, all claws were sheathed. Reedpaw adds that it was impossible to hurt any cat, but it was a great way to learn the basics of self-defense. As Featherpaw questions him with a situation and protests that she would be in the nursery, Reedpaw tips his head to the side, thoroughly puzzled, and wonders why an apprentice would want to become a queen right then.

Reedpaw points out that the BlueClan ocean was fairly small, and that Featherpaw wouldn’t dump herself into the ocean. He adds that, by self-defense, he meant defending herself against other cats. As Featherpaw cautiously avoids his question and asks him about Hollypaw, who was recently promoted as the BlueClan medicine cat apprentice, Reedpaw pauses, thinking that he was becoming biased against Featherpaw, before silently admitting that he could not find any sense in her words.

Reedpaw silently notes that Featherpaw wanted to cooperate with her mentor, but still hated him so much, and had been spending every moment of their argument talking about how much she hated him, which he thinks had apparently been because he was bossing her around, although mentors had been supposed to give instructions to their apprentice and apprentices had been supposed to listen, even they didn’t want to.

Reedpaw silently continues, thinking about the way Featherpaw changed her mind and said that she hated her mentor because he made her do battle training sessions, yet it had been Featherpaw’s problem, as she hated fighting so much. Reedpaw notes that, he tried to give her advice, but all his words had simply flew over her head, and she instantly ducked his advice and changed the subject, talking about being carried away by an ocean, even though Reedpaw didn’t think that she was stupid enough to dump herself into an ocean without a single swimming session.

He silently notes that, when he told Featherpaw this, she had literally said that she wanted to manipulate her mentor so that he could be bashed by the Clan, because she cared more about hating him and wanting him to be embarrassed and punished than cooperating with him. Reedpaw adds silently that, before he could even open his mouth to speak, she immediately changed the subject so that he couldn’t argue back without seeming to cling onto the argument.

Reedpaw cannot help but silently wonder what sort of cat Featherpaw was, and sarcastically adds that becoming a queen so that she wouldn’t dump herself into the ocean perfectly made sense. Reedpaw narrows his eyes, but forces a cheerful tone to his voice as he lets out a level meow, stating that BlueClan was fine, and so was Hollypaw. He thinks that Featherpaw hadn’t asked for anything else, and even mediators shouldn’t reveal everything about their Clan.

As Featherpaw responds positively, Reedpaw gently rests his tail on her shoulder, and softly murmurs that she was an amazing apprentice that PurpleClan was lucky to have. He advises her to try and cooperate with her mentor, and not lash out at him, even if she disagreed with what he said. He delicately lifts a fallen wisteria petal from the ground, and places it on Featherpaw’s ear, purring that the petal was for her.

He wishes her good luck with her mentor, and notes that the tides should be mellowing around then, so he had to go, or Acornspark would grow impatient. He wishes her good luck and bids a brief farewell, and with a last friendly nod and a cheerful wave of his tail, Reedpaw launched himself into the ocean and makes his way towards the BlueClan camp.

## Trivia

### Interesting Facts

* Reedpaw heavily prefers carp over salmon.
	+ He is noted to hate salmon due to its rough, salty texture and bland flavors.
	+ He loves carp for its rich, mild taste and fresh, cool texture.
* Reedpaw's favorite hobby is hunting, which he does to release stress.
* Unlike many other apprentices, Reedpaw does not hate apprentice chores.

### Mistakes

* When Reedpaw was leading Acornspark towards the large stream and notes the large patches of minnows, the *of* and the *s* in *patches* in the phrase *large patches of minnows* are both missing, resulting in the misspelling *large patch minnows*.
* Reedpaw mistakenly states that the tide would mellow during the *afternoon*, instead of using the cat term, *sunhigh*.