StormClan/Roleplay/Archive 8

Winterstorm scoffed in the direction of the kits, unbothered by the little tom's evil eyes, and unaffected by the she-kit's puppy eyes and pout. Prey was not a play toy, and he didn't care if he hurt their feelings, the clan came first and silly little kittens wouldn't understand that concept. Smirking at his sister who held an unimpressed expression, her tail lashing, but he just shrugged at her mood as he dropped the kill upon the pile, unsatisfied with the amount.

Ashcloud huffed in the direction of her insufferable brother, before she picked up some vines and moss, tangling it together in a rough shape of a ball. Carrying her contraption within her maw, she padded toward the kits, her gaze gentle as she dropped the toy at the paws of the pouting she-kit, Skykit. "A peace offering? Winterstorm hasn't quite lost his new warrior ego yet." She gently whispered to them, those teal eyes holding the eyes of Brookekit, who appeared prepared to use deadly force upon her kin.

Skykit instantly grew fascinated with the toy presented, gently pressing her paw down upon the dome of it's top. Blushing with a murmured thank you, she hid her face within the fur of Brookekit, but her paw never left her gift from the clear better half of the twins. She watched as Ashcloud left without response from Brookekit, and glanced up at him, noticing the moss in his mouth and frowned in confusion. "When did you become a medicine cat apprentice?" She whispered. Mother of Ferrets 06:29, November 3, 2018 (UTC)

Splotchedflame blinked at her and then gave a nod. He then sniffed the air before he wondered if she wanted to do something."Would you like to go hunting or something?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. "Maybe just a walk? I like walks."
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Littlesnow shifted on her small paws, anxiety radiating off her pelt. She was nervous, mainly around those she didn't know too well. She'd been more anxious since her brother had been found dead. "I--uh sure." She said, a smile lingering on her face. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 21:40, November 3, 2018 (UTC)

Splotchedflame gave her a purr and then gestured for her to follow. "I'm sorry if I'm making this weird, I don't talk to many cats," he told her as he was going to the camp's entrance. "I like to make friends and you seemed a bit lonely and I thought I could I help."
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The tabby-and-white she-cat smiled, nodding to what he said. She, of course, followed fhe gingsr splotched black tom.

Talltail slipped into camp, gaze searching for Meadowbee. He wanted at least a few minutes alone with her. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 21:51, November 4, 2018 (UTC)

Splotchedflame looked over at her before he gave a small chuckle. "You don't talk much, do you?" He questioned as he made his way towards the border. "Tell me about yourself, Littlesnow," he meowed, his green eyes turning to her once more. "It's okay if you don't want to."
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Swampstar gave a slow shake of his head as he rose to his paws, realizing that it was time already. "I'll consider," the leader dismissed himself swiftly, leaping onto the infamous willow tree to call his clan.

"Skyit, Murkykit, Islandkit, and Brookekit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Skypaw, Murkypaw, Islandpaw, and Brookepaw. Your mentors will be Dusktiger, myself, Emberfall, and Whitetoe. I hope they will pass down all they know on to you." The tabby leader took in a deep breath as he allowed his eyes to meet those amber fires that belonged to Murkypaw. The kitten had grown, and fast, to intimidating proportions. And Swampstar was afraid. He couldn't let Foggysky down, nor could he disappoint his clan, so he took the responsibility onto himself to attempt to raise Murkypaw correctly. Or die trying.

"I, Swampstar, leader of StormClan, 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. Sleetpaw and Ravenpaw, 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 name. Ravenpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Ravenfeather. Sleetpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Sleetpoint. StarClan honors your dedication and hard work, and we welcome you as a full warriors of StormClan."**Thieving Ferret** 03:50, November 5, 2018 (UTC)

Islandpaw moved forward towards the warrior that was called forth as her mentor, the orange-and-white tabby touching noses to the tom before her. Her pale green orbs staring at him. *Should she go set her nest now or should the head out to train?*

Littlesnow smiled nervously. 'I-I.. It's been hard to talk or be around people, it was more of my brother's thing before..." She trailed off, turning her gaze head. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 04:29, November 5, 2018 (UTC)

Ravenfeather looked more pleased with becoming a warrior than Sleetpoint did. The pointed tom begrudgingly went into his new den, while Ravenfeather awkwardly approached his parents, who gave him their congratulations. --forever and always 04:52, November 6, 2018 (UTC)

Meadowbee noticed Talltail nearby, looking as though he was searching for something. She beckoned her tail to get his attention. "I'm over here," she called from where she was sitting under an overgrowing fern.

Emberfall felt as though his insides had just froze up, but he managed to walk up to Islandpaw and touch his nose to hers. He had an *apprentice!* This was exciting! *I'll be the best mentor I can be.* He flicked his tail happily. "We can go on a little tour of the territory first."

Whitetoe padded up to her apprentice and touched her nose to his. She looked him over. He looked strong and healthy, having potential to be a great warrior. She overheard Emberfall talking to Islandpaw and slunk up beside him. "Me and Brookepaw will join you." She faintly hoped Swampstar would join them as well. She felt like after she told him her true feelings they had grown apart. At the same time she hoped he didn't, already picturing awkward tension in the air. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 14:52, November 6, 2018 (UTC)

Dusktiger touched his nose to his apprentice's without uttering a word, flashing his blind brother a triumphant glance. "Cypresspaw," the dark tabby warrior called the smoke apprentice abruptly, who swiftly turned on his heels after smacking his side into Raptorpaw's, causing the blue apprentice to flash his brother a warning glance. "Grab Hazelfern, you're coming with us to help Skypaw get a feel for the territory." Dusktiger invited Cypresspaw rather than Raptorpaw on purpose. Morningwing mentored the troublesome blue tom, so by inviting Cypresspaw instead, Dusktiger could continue to give his brother the "silent treatment".

Foggysky knew the medicine cat den would feel empty now, but she didn't quite miss her son. He was more like a duty to her, a now-past challenge, done and over with. She had done as StarClan asked, and now, she could only hope that Swampstar could do even better. Murkypaw took a large step forward, his amber orbs still locked with those of the leader, almost deviously so. Yet he had acted innocent thus far, but there was something that Swampstar, and most of the Clan, didn't like about him. You could say he'd done nothing wrong to deserve such treatment, but it was better to be safe than sorry.**Thieving Ferret** 15:25, November 6, 2018 (UTC)

Squeaking out in shock, Skypaw's visionaries snapped toward the handsome smoke tom, eyes widening in horror. Already she would have been exiting her comfort zone going anywhere without Brookepaw, but inviting along Cypresspaw? StarClan was just being cruel now! Turning ten different shades of red, Skypaw continued to keep her gaze held upon Cypresspaw, her vision slowly taking in every facial feature of the older apprentice, as if she intended to ingrain the sight into her memory forever. He was truly a sight to behold, a tom that could lead the clan with them at his very paws, perhaps even all three clans. Her coat fluffed up and she tucked her chin into her chest, peering at Cypresspaw shyly as she waited obediently by Dusktiger's side.

Mossfeather was stood at the mouth of Swampstar's den, watching him proudly as he took the responsibility of Murkypaw. As the ceremony came to an end, she slowly padded from his den, catching the eye of the she-cats surrounding her as she padded from their leader's den. Padding to his side, she rubbed her length against his side. "I'm so proud of you, Swampstar." She murmured to him, in attempts to break the tension between him and Murkypaw. "You are lucky, Murkypaw. If I was an apprentice I'd take your place. It's a great honour to be mentored by our leader." She joked, warmly as she rubbed her cheek against Murkypaw's in respect and acceptance. She didn't care who you were, as long as you were a tom you earned her respect. All she-cats were irritating to her. Mother of Ferrets 22:07, November 6, 2018 (UTC)

He was an apprentice now! Him and Skypaw they were both apprentices now. This meant they were both given a different name. One step closer to reaching his completed name. One step closer to being the best warrior he could possibly be. One step closer to having the knowledge and the ability to take care of his litter mate. After touching noses with his mentor, he watched the she-cat, waiting for what would come next. He couldn't help but overhear Islandpaw and Emberfall, and it was almost as though Whitetoe had read his mind when the warrior told them they'd be joining the two for their first tour around the territory outside of the camp. Brookepaw couldn't help but do a small butt wiggle in excitement-Skypaw's wiggles seemed to be infectious!MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 22:23, November 6, 2018 (UTC)

Murkypaw scowled at the warrioress as she dared to make physical contact, taking a step distasteful step backwards to avoid her. He had grown into that semi-moody stage in which everything felt like he was being treated as a kitten. And contact was especially out of the question-- Foggysky wasn't even allowed to touch him. "I'm going to go make my nest." The black smoke apprentice grumbled, while Swampstar angled his ears towards Whitetoe. He gave her an apprentice out of respect, in hopes that she hadn't given up on him yet. The situation between them was indeed awkward, but...he wanted her in his life, still.

Cypresspaw felt awkward as Skypaw's stare fell onto his smoke pelt, but the insecure apprentice attempted to hide his humiliation. Ducking his head to break his eyes away from her, the tom called for his mentor over his shoulder. "Hazelfern, I'm going out with Dusktiger and Skypaw!" He wasn't certain if she wanted to follow him, his mentor always seemed to be a little glum. Cypresspaw jogged over to Dusktiger and Skypaw, politely dipping his head to them and trying to swallow that feeling of insecurity. How was Raptorpaw *always* so comfortable in his skin. "Congratulations, Skypaw. You must be very excited, it's a big day."**Thieving Ferret** 22:37, November 6, 2018 (UTC)

Splotchedflame rose a brow and then looked back at her. "Sorry," he meowed, "if I brought up anything." He then went silent as he wondered why he asked. He knew she was nervous, she knew she was reserved, but he wanted to know more.QueenOfThisShip

Talltail grinned, bounding over to his mate. "Hey, how was your patrol?" He questioned her. His tabby tail wrapping around her own blue-shaded tail. His yellow orbs staring down at her as he spoke then fell quiet to listen. A brief glance towards his smoke sister told him that she was most likely expecting again, StarClan knew where Flyshade was. She was always disappearing.

Islandpaw looked up at Emberfall briefly. "That's great." She responded, not in an excited voice like her denmates. She moved to follow Emberfall from camp, her orange pelt rippling as she moved.

Hazelfern glanced up when her name was called, she had been toying with some food but now moved towards her apprentice. She was sure Swampstar had given her him to try and cheer her up, maybe to get her back on track. She had to try at least, right? She moved to stand next to Cypresspaw. "How about I teach you some battling moves afterwards?" She murmured to the smoke apprentice.

Littlesnow looked over at the splotched warrior. "N-No, it's f-fine." She stuttered out nervously. Nobody had really ever asked her out on a patrol or to do much of anything. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 00:23, November 7, 2018 (UTC)

"T-thank you, Cypresspaw. I just hope I live up to expectations put upon me.." Skypaw whispered, teetering with her front feet as she focused her eyes toward the ground, having broken eye contact soon after he did. "I just hope I don't get in your way today. I don't want to accidentally mess something up for you... You actually are one of the only decent apprentices we have." She continued, glancing toward Swampstar who had a molly brushing her scent all over him. Perhaps he had finally settled down with someone.

Mossfeather twitched her whiskers, noticing the longing stares cast between Whitetoe and Swampstar, and she felt her ribs pull in to protect her fragile heart, almost suffocatingly. "Mind if I tag along today, Swampstar? The first day is always so exciting and I'll love to pick up on some tips for when I am given my first apprentice." She mewed chirpily, sending an almost anxious glance toward Whitetoe. She didn't notice she had competition, and it seemed the raven pelted molly had a head start. Determined, she glanced back to the tom who held her heart, her tail wrapping to her side as she tilted her head, her large eyes simply pleading for a yes.

Sloepatch had been minding her own business hunting when she heard a familiar voice, one that matched that of her own brother. Bounding into the opening where she found the splotched tom and a tiny tabby she-cat she recognised as Littlesnow. "Hiya, Splotchedflame." She chirped in her cheery vocals, before those lime green visionaries turned to the cat who nervously was by his side. "May I join you both?" Sloepatch requested, quite hyper as she trotted up to her brother's side, affectionately rubbing her cheek against his in welcome.

"What was that about, Winterstorm?" Ashcloud sneered, her eyes narrowing toward her roaning brother, who held disinterest as he sat post at the entrance. After earning no reply, she hissed and batted the tom over the ear, earning a yowl as Winterstorm jumped to his paws. "What in StarClan, Ashcloud! I caught needed prey, nothing more." Winterstorm barked out, glaring down at her which only was returned ten fold by those icy blue irises. "You ruined the day of an innocent kit! You are acting like a fox-heart, Winterstorm, and I've had just about enough of it!" Ashcloud rebuttaled, her claws digging into the earth as their argument sounded over the chatter of the camp. Both young warriors were as stubborn as mules, and neither seemed to hold interest in backing down. Mother of Ferrets 10:59, November 8, 2018 (UTC)

Whitetoe noticed the little flick of Swampstar's ears, and it made her feel a bit reassured. She gave Mossfeather a hard, cold glare. She had noticed how she was practically drooling over the tom. *Dear StarClan, don't let him be stupid enough to fall for her.* Look, if Swampstar didn't love her, Whitetoe could live with that, she could live with it if he found someone else to love. As long as he was happy, she would be. But something about Mossfeather really ruffled her pelt and she had a hard time trusting the molly.

Emberfall nodded, for once distracted from worrying over Darkfrost. "Great! Let's go!" he began leading the way out of camp. His mind was wrapped up solely on his apprentice. *I'll be a good mentor! I'll do my best, I won't let her down!* It was nice knowing some older cats also had apprentices at the same time, he could use them as examples and ask them questions.

Morningwing noticed Dusktiger was going out with his new apprentice. His brother was still giving him the silent treatment over Frostfire. He always acted like he hated his brother, but now that Dusktiger was ignoring him it made him feel almost panicky. He missed smacking Dusktiger when he tried to sit on him, or yelling at him to stop being stupid and stop having the wrong opinions. He padded quickly to catch him before he left, determined to win his brothers heart. "Dusktiger! Hey there! I was thinking me and Raptorpaw can join you? We sure are." —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 16:43, November 8, 2018 (UTC)

Splotchedflame blinked when his sister came over before he gave a purr at her. Though he felt a bit uncomfortable with his sister rubbing against him as he was trying to impress Littlesnow. "I'm sure Littlesnow won't mind," he meowed as he looked at Littlesnow. "I'm sotty, by the way," he commented at Littlesnow as his gaze grew hazy with guilt. QueenOfThisShip

"Great!" Sloepatch squeaked happily, completely missing the tension between the two. She was still quite naive toward the world, taking everything in an optimistic stride. Her brightness could only be described as addictive. "So, what are we doing? Patrollin'?" She questioned, her step bouncy with excitement. Mother of Ferrets 23:39, November 8, 2018 (UTC)

Swampstar hesitated at Mossfeather's plead, glancing back over at Murkypaw who seemed not at all interested in their conversation, rather his amber optics trailed off elsewhere. "Maybe for a patrol. Sorry, Mossfeather, while it's an astute proposition, I think it'd be better for the apprentices to have minimal distractions on their first time out. It's important that they get acquainted with the territory, as I'm sure you understand." The leader gave a firm nod before returning to Murkypaw and nudging the apprentice forward, the older tom receiving a bitter glare from the black smoke before he moved forward.

Dusktiger sent his brother looking daggers as he invited himself along, suddenly considering showing Skypaw a "strangling hold" with Morningwing as the victim- er, example. He could offer the deputy no verbal response, only a glare that screamed "I'm-going-to-gut-you".

"I'd be fine with that, Hazelfern." Cypresspaw addressed his mentor briefly before returning his attention to Skypaw, shyly offering her a friendly smile. His sister was indeed nice, but this she-cat was a great relief from the family...specifically Raptorpaw. And oh wait- now he was coming along, too. Great... "No worries, I doubt you'll mess anything up. It's only a tour, and a way for me to stretch my legs and help out."

Raptorpaw quickly slid into the conversation between Skypaw and Cypresspaw, a wide, grim expression on his face. "Only decent apprentice? Hey, what am I, mouse liver?!" The blue tabby huffed loudly, his pale eyes darting between his brother and the younger feline. "I'm the coolest apprentice around! All Cypresspaw does is eat, sleep, make dirt, and then do it all over again. Besides, I hold the record for most bee strings tolerated AND avoided." The brother exchanged a dirty glance. The bee hive incident with Raptorpaw sending a hoard of bees showering down upon camp was not to be discussed.**Thieving Ferret** 00:18, November 9, 2018 (UTC)

Mossfeather caught Whitetoe's hard glare, and lowered her eyes as her ears pinned back, noticing the coldness the feline had for her. Gulping down her insecurities as Swampstar rejected her company. It seemed she wasn't much of a welcome face around this time. "I completely understand, Swampstar." She replied in a hurry, offering him a small smile before sending a shy glance toward Whitetoe, and promptly making herself scarce.

"Oh..." Skypaw whispered, her eyes widening as Morningwing invited himself to the small gathering of apprentices and mentors, which brought over the brother of Cypresspaw, the tom known as Raptorpaw. "Thank you, Cypresspaw." She whispered to him, before Raptorpaw spoke his rant for all to hear. "I-I said one of... you are pretty great as well, R-Raptorpaw.." She stuttered, embarrassed that Raptorpaw felt she held bias. Both were idols in her mind, a duo of amazing young future warriors, sons that would have made her father proud, and would have approved for her to be mates with. The latter thought caused Skypaw to flush even a deeper shade of red, focusing down to her paws once more. "Y-you both are amazing to me." She continued, before turning her attention to Dusktiger, who seemed livid that their deputy and his brother would welcome himself to the party. Mother of Ferrets 00:40, November 9, 2018 (UTC)

"What's the matter Dusky? Le'ts go," Morningwing shot his brother an almost evil grin. He overheard his apprentice blabbering. "You're the coolest apprentice because I'm your mentor," he addressed the young tom. Raptorpaw was a pawful, but Morningwing had grown a liking to his hyper personality. He flicked his tail at Dsuktiger. "Lead the way, Dusky."

Whitetoe removed her gaze from Mossfeather and followed Emberfall out of camp with her apprentice. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 01:13, November 9, 2018 (UTC)

"You hear that, Cypresspaw? I'm amazing." A smug grin was plastered on Raptorpaw's face as he followed their mentors out of camp, walking alongside his taller dark brother. He seemed neither interested nor embarrassed by Skypaw's presence in comparison to the other tom, who failed to even maintain eye contact. "The only thing that amazes me is that you somehow managed to make it to apprenticeship." Cypresspaw snorted.

Dusktiger bared his teeth at Morningwing as they exited, despite knowing that the tabby deputy would be unable to see it. So to make sure he got the message, as they passed through the exit, Dusktiger squished his brother against the walls of the tunnel.**Thieving Ferret** 01:33, November 9, 2018 (UTC)

Skypaw followed obediently behind Dusktiger, keeping close to his hind as he roughed up his kin. Pinning her ears, she glanced over her shoulder toward the younger duo of brothers, who already reminded her of the two mentors that lead them. "What's it like out there, Cypresspaw?" She mewed to the blue tom, her azure visionaries large and curious. She was younger than the other apprentices, perhaps shouldn't have even been apart of the ceremony in the eyes of some others, but she wouldn't be apprenticed alone after all of her adopted siblings. Mother of Ferrets 01:54, November 9, 2018 (UTC)

Littlesnow's ears flattened as the she-cat came up, rubbing on the tom. She lifted a paw as if offended before the splotched warrior threw her in the spotlight. A look of terror crossing her tabby features. "I-I d-don't mind." She said, her words came out in a harsh stutter. She looked down to the ground before mumbling something about hunting in the swamp.

Hazelfern dipped her head then looked to the one leading the patrol. "We're ready when you are," the she-cat commented. Her hazel gaze on leading warrior.

Islandpaw was silent as Emberfall led the way from camp, her amber orbs following the tom's every move. He seemed to be plagued by something but she couldn't bring herself to care. Meanwhile, Echosong sat outside the nursery now feeling rather proud of the litter she'd raised now apprentices. She didn't get the chance to congratulate each one as they were already getting busy. The silver queen turned to her little brother and sister of which she was raising since her mother's passing. "How about we take a walk out of camp; not too far though." She said, with a scolding manner. She knew how Batkit got. Beautifulkit was the better sibling, much like Echosong as a kit. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 04:29, November 9, 2018 (UTC)

"This is the marsh," Emberfall announced cheerily once they were out of camp, in a bunch of mud. "Our whole territory is covered in marsh. It can be yucky, but that's ok." He carefully hopped onto the driest patches of land, Whitetoe following. "Perhaps we can teach some hunting moves to 'em," she suggested.

Morningwing shoved Dusktiger off of him with a huff and scurried out of the tunnel. *Why does he even care about me and Frostfire? who cares if I like her?*. Dusktiger just needed to stop being a whiny baby about it. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 15:37, November 9, 2018 (UTC)

The silver queen led the two kittens from camp, carefully watching them. She hadn't seen Luna in a while. Of course, the littens were weaned now but she still got curious. It had to be hard living as a loner and caring for four kittens. She was sure they loved to wander off at every second.

Islandpaw was silent as Emberfall led the way, before Whitetoe made a suggestion. The orange-and-white she-cat followed him onto the dry land eyes watching the two warriors closely. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 19:00, November 9, 2018 (UTC)

Cypresspaw glanced off in the distant thoughtfully at Skypaw's question, Raptorpaw suddenly losing interest and deciding to walk on his mentor's heels. Maybe he'd mistake him for Dusktiger. "It's a big world out there, kind of frightening," Cypresspaw admitted to the she-cat before dropping his gaze, immediately feeling guilty if he at all made her nervous about the whole exploration. "I mean, there's a lot out there, and I haven't even explored half of it. StormClan's swamp is kinda...nasty, just a lot of mud and dead trees. But everywhere else? It's amazing. We're really far away from the other Clans, but attending the Gatherings have been the most exciting thing in my lifetime."

Murkypaw bounded out of camp with Swampstar, the spiky-furred apprentice entirely silent towards his mentor. He didn't ask questions or express any excitement to their outing, in fact, he didn't even glance in Swampstar's direction.**Thieving Ferret** 21:26, November 9, 2018 (UTC)

Skypaw glanced back toward Cypresspaw, listening keenly to the tom before she slowly drifted back to fall in line next to him. "Well, it seems like you know your stuff... I guess you are my best bet for survival. Better stick close to you." She joked, before she let out a shaky breath. She felt like she was awkward, annoying almost. She didn't know what she was doing, how to speak to him- she was being foolish. "Let's just hope Brookepaw doesn't get lost in the bog." She scrunched up her nose at the thought. She certainly wasn't saving him from that muck! Mother of Ferrets 01:14, November 10, 2018 (UTC)

Cypresspaw let out a small, nervous laugh at her compliment, his heart racing as the insecurity began to set back in. "I mean, I've been apprentice for a while now...b-but I'm not a perfect cat, Dusktiger knows a lot more than I do." He saw the dark tabby's ear twitch when he mentioned his name, but Dusktiger didn't turn. Cypresspaw blinked at Skypaw. "Stick close to me? That's ok, I wouldn't mind that at all!" The black smoke apprentice immediately stopped, eyes growing round as moons and his pelt growing hot with embarrassment. He ducked his head down submissively and fell into awkward silence.**Thieving Ferret** 01:44, November 10, 2018 (UTC)

Hazelfern wanted to say something so the warrior did. "Cypresspaw, there's a duck ahead. Why don't you show Skypaw how to hunt a bird?" The tabby-and-white she-cat said. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 02:20, November 10, 2018 (UTC)

Skypaw warmed up as his nervous chuckle filled the air, glad that even though it wasn't through humour, that she could cause laughter to boil in his belly. She bought to please him, to bring happiness into his life, and so anything that she considered as approval to her attempts seemed to fill her heart with joy. "Don't discredit yourself, C-Cypresspaw." She murmured, glancing away in embarrassment before she continued her sentence. "I-I believe in you." She nearly whispered, before she heard what he said just moments before her whispered words, and her head snapped back toward him, face warmed and eyes widened in shock. "T-that s-sounds great!" She stumbled, her heart thundering against her rib cage.
Mother of Ferrets 06:58, November 11, 2018 (UTC)

His heart was still thudding out of embarrassment, scolding his mouth for letting such a thing out to be heard by Skypaw. Cypresspaw could never forgive himself, and that humiliating moment would be forever burned into the back of his mind, haunting him for a lifetime. Yet, he still couldn't fight off this warm and fuzzy feeling in his stomach that left him with the smallest smile, standing there awkwardly. Dusktiger had stopped walking along and now stared back at the black smoke apprentice impatiently. "Well, do you have cotton in your ears, Cypresspaw?" The warrior hissed quietly, causing the heated apprentice to look up abruptly.

"O-Oh, sorry..." He ducked his head down once more before slowly lowering himself to the ground, snaking his way towards the oblivious duck. This moment was critical, he couldn't risk messing it up. He had to set a good example for Skypaw, so that she wouldn't feel so nervous about her first hunting task. In the back of his mind, Cypresspaw feared that he was too distracted and might trip himself up. Oh StarClan, don't let him embarrass himself twice in just a few minutes...**Thieving Ferret** 17:39, November 11, 2018 (UTC)

Creekstone had sat in camp. His tail curtly wrapped around his paws. He had glanced around at some cats who seemed to be in camp, but there were not many. He pondered in his thoughts whether he should go hunting or not as he would rather be doing something for his clan than sitting around doing nothing all day. -Marshywillow  12:31, November 17, 2018 (UTC)

Hazelfern watched with her pale hazel optics watching the smoky apprentice closely. The queen tabby sat down, assessing the apprentice. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 14:26, November 17, 2018 (UTC)

Immediately Skypaw dropped low to the earth, large azure visionaries widening in fascination and excitement. She'd bare witness very soon to the first hunt she'd have ever seen, and admittedly she could hardly contain her excitement, all her previous embarrassment and nervousness swept away as her attention laid completely upon the feathered, semi-aquatic prey. Wiggling forward slightly so she was next to Dusktiger, the young molly awaited for the hunt to unfold. Mother of Ferrets 14:33, November 17, 2018 (UTC)

Cypresspaw stalked forward, his smoke belly fur lightly brushing against the moist, muddy earth. The water fowl continued with its rummaging while the warriors and apprentices eyed it, oblivious to the fact that its life would end within moments. After he crept so far forward, Cypresspaw charged, almost a little clumsy. The duck cried out in alarm and opened up its wings, preparing to take off. With a long leap, the apprentice got the duck by its wing as it tried to take off the ground, the tom swiftly pulling it in and aiming for its neck.

Frostfire sat in camp, the gray-and-white patched she-cat lapping at a paw and dragging it over her ear thoughtfully. She felt awful, like her apprentice was going to sneak into the warriors' den at night and try to kill her in her sleep. She considered taking him out of camp for a training session, but...she was embarrassed that she'd do awful. She felt like such a horrible mentor. Why did Swampstar pick her, of all warriors? Sure, she *was* a deputy of RockClan...but that was only a day!**Thieving Ferret** 16:50, November 17, 2018 (UTC)

After a little while of thinking, Creekstone was enjoying the nice refreshing air, however he knew it was time to get his mind onto a task. He didn't want his clan to think he was *lazy*. He got up and gave his chest fur a little lick. He was ready to get up and actually hunt. He padded towards the entrance and out of it, hoping at least he could get a mouse to feed the kits and whatnot. -Marshywillow  17:05, November 17, 2018 (UTC)

Swampstar had some trouble with Murkypaw at first, and found it a little difficult to get the medicine cat's son under control. However, after some convincing, he finally got his apprentice to focus. They were working on battling skills for now, after their brisk tour around the bog.

Coastpaw looked a little down and out, and not just because her mother was ill. Her brothers were out of camp and training together, but her leg that she had broken moons ago was bothering her, so Shadefrost decided that they'd sit this one out. "Shadefrost?" Coastpaw slowly trudged over to her mentor, glancing up at the grizzled she-cat innocently. "Can we please go out? I know my leg's bothering me, but I want to strengthen it. I don't want to feel this pain anymore. I *have* to keep up with my brothers, I can't let them count me out."**Thieving Ferret** 17:41, November 17, 2018 (UTC)

Brookepaw noticed the tension between the leader and his mentor, and decided to stay quiet. He wasn't surprised when Whitetoe walked off without saying much, and so he followed after her watching his litter mates up ahead. Skypaw seemed to be doing good, and so was Islandpaw. Truth be told, this wasn't really his first time out of camp. When he brought back things for Skypaw when they were younger, it was from out here. He used to sneak out when the warriors didn't pay attention, and used to explore all the time to think about the things Bongo taught him, Skypaw and Murkypaw. It was a get away for him. He even had the perfect hiding spot when he didn't want to be found. When the two older apprentices started talking to Skypaw, he found he was a little jealous for some reason. He decided to run up ahead while Whitetoe was distracted, and pulled up next to Skypaw and Cypresspaw. "Congrats on becoming an apprentice, Skypaw! I'm proud of you." He smiled at her before slipping off and running away to his hiding spot near the camp. He didn't really foresee getting much of anywhere today with his mentor due to the tension he felt, so hiding was his best bet for now. It was relatively close to camp, and perfect to relax and. Stretch ones legs too.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 06:07, November 18, 2018 (UTC)

Creekstone continued to set out from the camp entrance. After a short while of walking through StormClan territory, he stopped in his tracks. He had smelt something in the air. Cautious and now tense, determined and eager to get one piece of prey at the least. He followed the scent of a mouse, crouched down and lumbering along the grass, trying to keep his long-furred belly too close to the grass. It would make a brushing sound and scare off anything near him. It was the last thing he wanted. He held his head high to try follow the scent once more. There and then, in front of his eyes, he saw a mouse, skittering around in the leaves. It wasn't huge... in fact it was quite small. However, at the least it could feed a cat. He wriggled his haunches, ready to pounce, trying to make the least amount of noise as possible. With a sudden jerk from him to pounce when he wasn't ready, the mouse started to dash away and he ran after it, eager. With success and a lot of running effort, he had bit down into the mouse. Tasting the tang of it's fresh blood in his mouth. "*Gotcha*." He purred with gratefulness to StarClan. He was feeling the rush of success in his blood and felt as if he could catch more, but he couldn't stay out of his camp for too long.. -Marshywillow  11:41, November 18, 2018 (UTC)

Shadefrost glanced down at her apprentice with round, concerned eyes, parting her jaws hesitantly to respond with an anxious tone, "...b-but Coastpaw, you need to start out *slowly*. I don't want you getting hurt, then we can't train more. I know you're dying to run out there with your brothers, but if we rush things-"

"You're just like the rest of them!" Coastpaw protested mournfully, turning away from her mentor in a single swift turn on her body. "I'm not some delicate kittypet, I'm a warrior! You'll probably tell me to become a medicine cat like Foggysky, just like my uncle says. I'm not helpless." The silver apprentice gave the earth a hard glare, kneading the soil with her claws before bolting out of camp. "So if you won't help me, I'll do it myself!" She was indeed as head-strong as her parents, and wouldn't let her clan get in the way of her dreams. As she rounded the corner out of camp, her faulty leg slipped in the mud, causing the rear half of her body to swing around uncontrollably and send her sliding across the earth. The pain was immense, but she wouldn't let them see that. Swiftly struggling back to her paws like nothing happened, Coastpaw stalked onward.

Dusktiger critiqued Cypresspaw, regardless of the apprentice not being his own. "That was awfully sloppy, but nice catch." The dark tabby said dismissively, turning away from the patrol and stalking onward, leading them away from the scene. Cypresspaw hung onto his duck with all his might, as if afraid it'd fly off if he let go. Raptorpaw snorted over at his smoke brother. "Better be careful, Cypresspaw. That duck almost kicked your tail."**Thieving Ferret** 00:33, November 19, 2018 (UTC)

He'd been sitting there cleaning his pelt, when he saw as Coastpaw pretty much wiped out from out of nowhere. He briefly blinked in sheer surprise at how her legs went, and then his jaw dropped when she stood up like it was nothing. "Hey! You okay..?!?" He called out from his secret spot, and stepped out of the foliage from behind her as she started to walk off. "You hit pretty hard, but got up like nothing happened! Are you made of iron?" He stared at her in awe because he couldn't wrap that thought around his head. Brookepaw briefly recalled that Coastpaw had messed up her leg at some point and was restricted to stay in camp, so he was also curious as to why she was out here."Does your mentor know you're out here? Nevermind..I'm willing to bet they do, and you're out here due to being tired of being cooped up?" He tilted his head and sat down, watching the older she-cat.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 01:40, November 19, 2018 (UTC)

*Oh great, someone actually saw that...* Hopefully Brookepaw wouldn't go spilling the beans to the warriors, he seemed like a pretty good cat, maybe even *too* good. She was almost afraid that he'd run back to camp to tell Shadefrost that Coastpaw was hurt, that her leg was acting up again. But she played her suspicion off and decided to give the new apprentice a chance. "I'm sick and tired of being seen as someone as delicate as a mouse. I hate how they think I'm helpless and should be a medicine cat like Foggysky. That isn't my dream." The silver tabby's lungs expanded and contracted slowly but at large, her frustration with the situation evident. "I love my brothers. I want to be out here *with* them, not watching as they run off to have fun on patrol. I hate being by myself."**Thieving Ferret** 01:55, November 19, 2018 (UTC)

"Delicate? Not exactly the words I'd use for you. Considering how you took that landing like it was nothing but a sneeze. If that isn't what you want..then show them what you're made of. You have the strength to do so, and obviously your leg doesn't hold you back as much as they think." He smiled an encouraging smile at her, and then held out his paw. "Sometimes. Adults can be mousebrains and are stuck in their own worlds. My own mentor didn't even pay much attention to me because she was too busy lusting after Swampstar. So I slipped off, and I guess it's good I did because you seem like you could use a boost of encouragement. And now you're not by yourself..are you?" Brookepaw really felt like she could use a friend, and he didn't really have much luck making friends aside from Skypaw and possibly Cypresspaw and Murkypaw..but Murkypaw was more a role model and Cypresspaw was more an acquaintance that he hung around with Skypaw, who seemed to really like the older tom.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 02:40, November 19, 2018 (UTC)

Skypaw squeaked in delight when Cypresspaw caught his prey, ignoring Dusktiger's snide comment as she hopped back up to stand tall on her dainty paws. "That was awesome!" She chirped, glancing toward Brookepaw when he approahced the party. "Thank you Brookepaw! Did you see? Cypresspaw caught it! I can't wait until I can hunt!" She proudly bragged Cypresspaw's achievement as if it was her own, excited for the elder tom. She grew quiet when Brookepaw split off, her azure eyes watching after him with a longing gaze, her features slightly frowned. He hadn't stuck around, instead he bounded off and started to talk to who appeared to be Coastpaw within the distance. The twist within her stomach made her feel like vomiting up her breakfast, but instead she allowed herself to be distracted by Raptorpaw's words. "Can you do any better, Raptorpaw?" She replied slyly, trying to push away the moody and bitter tone. She was protective of Brookepaw. and she didn't want her brother hurt... yes that was it. Shaking her head, she padded after her mentor, silently. Mother of Ferrets 02:56, November 19, 2018 (UTC)

"Pfft!" Raptorpaw stretched out his legs coolly, like Skypaw's challenge was nothing in comparison to his many, many strange quirks and talents. "I could easily top Clutzpaw's catch. Nobody can catch a bee hive like I can. Or fire ants."

Coastpaw let out an almost embarrassed huff at what seemed to be a reassuring compliment, eyeing her mud-splattered coat. "Thanks...I wish the others could see me that way." Sometimes her brothers did, or at least, they were crazy impulsive and reckless with her. Raptorpaw even attempted to build her into the side of the nursery once. "Whitetoe's a good cat, I think she's just a little stuck. I really don't know what she sees in my uncle, though. He's kinda a bit...breezy. Out there, sometimes." Coastpaw let out a small snort. "Love's nasty, anyways! Friendship is all I need, and my family. Then I'm all set."**Thieving Ferret** 03:00, November 19, 2018 (UTC)

"Always! And they will in due time. You just gotta make em see it sometimes is all!" He chirped excitedly for her, and then swiped his paw at the air as if he was grabbing an opportunity. When she spoke of his mentor, he sobered up and nodded in agreement to her words. "Yeah she's a good cat, and I gotta agree with you there. I have no clue..I just know they feel the same way with how he dismissed Mossfeather." Brookepaw laughed and scrunched his nose as he turned his muzzle up to the sky. "Yea love is nasty. Aside from when it comes in the form of family and friends. Do you think we could be friends..? I'll tell you a secret." He leaned in and whispered as if it was imperative to keep quiet about. "I suck at making friends with the others aside from a few of my litter mates.." He shrugged a bit shyly as he admitted to the she-cat one of his hidden, secret truths.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 03:32, November 19, 2018 (UTC)

"Same," Coastpaw admitted, flashing her narrowed optics in the direction that her brothers disappeared. "Cy and Raptorpaw are my only friends, really. So I clearly don't always have the greatest...choice in friends. But they are my brothers, so I don't have much of an option either way." The silver tabby removed her eyes from the undergrowth, instead focusing on the lynx apprentice before her. "At least your sister seems like a good and sane cat."**Thieving Ferret** 15:16, November 20, 2018 (UTC)

He blinked when Littlesnow turned away. He grumbled and then glared at his sister before he moved to catch up with her. "Is something wrong?" He couldn't deny the look of terror on her face when he had looked at her. "Is it Sloepatch? Don't worry, that's my sister. She's no threat." He had a pretty good understanding of this she-cat or maybe he was wrong. One of the two. "Now, were should we hunt?" QueenOfThisShip

Littlesnow blinked at splotched warrior, she gave a reassuring smile or that's how it felt for her. She hoped it was reassuring. "Anywhere is fine." Minkclaw Winter is coming. 06:53, November 26, 2018 (UTC)

Splotchedflame gave a purr at he and then let his tail lash from side to side in happiness. "Alright," he meowed as he looked around when thinking of a good place to hunt. "Maybe near the stream?" He asked, looking back at her. "Unless you have a better suggestion." QueenOfThisShip

Skypaw rolled her eyes in amusement at the older tom. "I don't recall fire ants or bee hives feeding a clan, Raptorpaw." She teased, allowing to swallow away those negative emotions that gnawed in her stomach when she saw Brookepaw speaking to she-cat outside of their litter. She was finally an apprentice, and she would not let him ruin this moment for her. "Hurry up, Slowpaws!" She chirped, skittering after her mentor with bounding leaps. Mother of Ferrets 07:12, November 29, 2018 (UTC)

"Feeds my soul." Raptorpaw grumbled in response before hurrying after the bristling figure of Dusktiger. Cypresspaw snickered after his brother with an excited lash of his black-and-silver tail. "More like it feeds your ego." The smoke apprentice loped after the pair, his duck dangling in his jaws. Cypresspaw would trip over its limp wings every here-and-there, and he was starting to wish that he had buried it for later retrieval. But for now, that'd have to wait. They had a territory to tour!

Swampstar continued to circle Murkypaw as they continued their sparring match, the leader somewhat surprised to find that the apprentice already had basic battling skills. He was awfully young, just a kit a few hours ago. How'd he know this already? "You're attacks are impressive, Murkypaw, at least for your skill level. However, you're off balance always. You need to be more on the defense, rather than the offense."**Thieving Ferret** 04:31, November 30, 2018 (UTC)

Emberfall nodded brightly. "Great idea," he mewed, then spotted a pine cone nearby. He snatched it up, then dropped it a few fox-lengths away. Whitetoe then proceeded to crouch low to the ground, being careful to not let her belly fur brush it. She kept her tail level, then carefully began to creep toward it, as silent as a snake, before she bunched her muscles and pounced. Emberfall nodded once more. "Follow what Whitetoe did. Try and catch the pine cone."

Morningwing quietly listened to the apprentices chatter while hovering close to Dusktiger. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 15:26, November 30, 2018 (UTC)

Skypaw made habit of blocking out the bickering between the younger set of brothers, as her eyes peered up to her mentor now that she had fallen into step next to him. "Will we see any other clan cats, Dusktiger?" She attempted to hide her nervous disposition as she padded beside her new mentor. He was a whole new situation for her, and he certainly didn't give off the vibe of a teddy bear beneath the mask of a grizzly, at least yet. She never had a father figure, and in a way she wanted to make Dusktiger proud of her, perhaps becaus she never had a tom that doted upon her like she knew her birth father would have. She knew her expectations would likely end unfruited, but she couldn't help to seek that father figure in her mentor. Mother of Ferrets 00:12, December 1, 2018 (UTC)

"The other clans are miles away. They'd be fools to trek over here and drown in the mud." Dusktiger mumbled in response to his apprentice, shooting his blind brother a threatening glare. Did he want to get his paws stepped on? That could be arranged, he only needed to politely ask.

Shorepebble had Hiddenshade and Foggysky in the medicine can den with her as she fought for her life. It wouldn't be much longer...it was a shame Swampstar would come too late.**Thieving Ferret** 00:52, December 1, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong sat outside camp, Batkit and Beautifulkit playing the small patch of violets. Her pale emerald optics watching the two, her ears alert as she breathed in. Her pelt warm from the sunlight. The sound of soft pawsteps in the mud behind her alerted her to someone or something. She stood up turning only to come face to face with none other than her brother. She felt her heart plummet as he stared at her with a cruel gaze. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 04:58, December 5, 2018 (UTC)

Flyshade shifted as she glanced to Sunshadow. "I have good news," the black smoke said softly, her tail gently touching his flank as she did. Her yellow eyes searching his face. This part scared her. What if..he didn't want to have kits with her? How could she change that when she was already pregnant?

Echosong glared at the fluffy gray tom before her. "Wolfflame, what are you doing here?" She asked darkly, her tail lashing. She could briefly hear Beautifulkit and Batkit playing behind her but they'd stopped to stare at the large tom. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 00:39, December 6, 2018 (UTC)

Sunshadow scanned briefly over Flyshade's facial features, as if attempting to predict what she had to say to him. Was it *really* good news, or was she pulling his chain? "What's up?"**Thieving Ferret** 00:47, December 6, 2018 (UTC)

"I saw Foggysky earlier before I came here, she says I'm expecting." She said, a smile on the edge of her lips. She didn't want to seem too excited for he may not be. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 00:49, December 6, 2018 (UTC)

The newly apprenticed tom followed his new friend's gaze as she watched after her brothers, however, his own sister seemed to be his moment of focus before he felt Coastpaw's eyes on him. He turned his attention back to the older apprentice and grimaced slightly almost in a disgusted, but playful way. "Good yes. Sane? I'm not so sure about that..after all, she seems to have taken quite a fancy to your brothers if that says anything! But no matter the state of her mind, she's one of the dearest in my heart, and I will always love her even if she ends up running off and forgetting about me at some point. I'm sure you feel the same for your brothers? I feel like now that we are actually talking, it seems we have more in common than one would think." He smiled at her and stood up shaking out his coat. "Come on you should show me around the territory since my mentor is busy, and you have nothing to do inside the camp. We are warriors in training after all! Patrols will be part of everyday life in the future."MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 00:59, December 6, 2018 (UTC)

Cypresspaw, that was who he had to talk about. And the thought had her intestines twist anxiously, the idea of her brother running off with Skypaw and completely forgetting about her existence. Out of her two brothers, she as the closest to him, especially since he was much more sane than Raptorpaw. By leaps and bounds. "Yeah...Cypresspaw is a good cat, I'm especially close to him. I'd be very upset if he forgot about me..." the idea caused the pale tabby to glance down at her dirtied silver paws with a small frown tugging at the corner of her mouth. She quickly shook off the thought. Enough negativity. "Who knows, we're all still young. Maybe they'll be happy together. Maybe they'll just be cool friends." Coastpaw abruptly raised her head in interest at the mention of patrolling. She never got invited on patrols, wow! "Sure, I'd love to show you! If you're ok with getting a little muddy." Clearly she wasn't. Her father probably wouldn't recognize her when she walked into camp.

Sunshadow didn't know what to think, with all of what had been happening in his family. His brother was dead, and his sister was mysteriously expecting a litter with a father he knew nothing about. Would he be capable of providing? Sunshadow forced a smile. "I'm sure everything will be just fine. We'll figure things out."**Thieving Ferret** 01:19, December 6, 2018 (UTC)

"Mud doesn't bother me so long as I don't get it up my nose! Alrighty, Coastpaw~!Lead the way, and i'll follow." His docked tail twitched from excitement as he waited for the older apprentice to take the lead and go exploring with him. He figured since Skypaw was off doing her own thing, he might as well do his. Plus..Coastpaw was genuinely a cat he wanted to get closer to and know better. She was sweet, stubborn and determined. Ontop of this, Coastpaw was a different personality than that of his sister, and it was interesting to finally have another friend with a new personality he had to learn. "What all has your mentor taught you?" Brookepaw asked in curiosity as he moved to walk beside her.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 02:07, December 6, 2018 (UTC)

The smoke warrior smiled back, uneasiness still clinging to her chest as he smiled at her. *Would everything be okay?* She knew that her brother and his mate were talking about the possibilities of children soon and her sister was expecting once more, they were okay so maybe she would be too. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 02:15, December 6, 2018 (UTC)

Nodding at Dusktiger's words, Skypaw fell into thoughtful silence. She was excited, she was officially an apprentice and she got to see the outside world, but at the same time worry gnawed at her stomach. These next few months where the decider on her fate, would she prove to be worthy of the sole survivor to her parents legacy? Or would she reveal to be the dud of the line, and bring dishonour to the parents she never got a chance to meet? Swallowing away the rise of anxiety, she fell back a bit as she began to dawdle, her expression furrowed as she hardly focused on her surroundings. She didn't know her worth, her skill, and wouldn't know until the proper training would start. She just hoped she'd make her family, mentor and clan proud.

Stretched out in a promiscuous position, Mossfeather nervously eyed the surrounding toms as she rubbed her cheek against the earth. She strove off attention, perhaps from a past of getting disregarded by loved ones. Rolling onto her back, the fawn calico she-cat sighed out her emotions. It was a struggle, having the disgusted gazes of toms and the judgemental glares of she-cat constantly burning at her coat. In her mind, she couldn't see what was so wrong with a she-cat seeking love so desperately that she'd open her heart to any chance at the one. Rising her paws, she shot daggers back toward those who weren't very impressed by her antics, as she prowled off to spent some time alone. Nobody bothered to take a chance on her, besides those that just wanted a chance to get frisky with an 'easy' she-cat.

Jogging along the eastern border line, Ashcloud and Winterstorm took turns in searching for prey while the other kept an eye on the border, marking every tree-length. Ashcloud pushed herself low to the dirt as she eyed the frog that was distracted in it's own hunt for mosquitoes that buzzed too close to the hungry amphibian. Wiggling her rump, a habit she never managed to break, the she-cat lunged forward to snatch the prey, but in a twist of misfortune the frog quickly darted into the nearby water, leaving the light grey she-cat to fall right into the mud. Howling in laughter, Winterstorm almost fell over as Ashcloud glared at him, those frosty blue eyes standing out like a sore toe with her coat now a shade of brown.

Sloepatch quickly caught on, realising that she found herself intruding on her brother's means. Sending a sly and knowing expression toward her brother, the tortoiseshell feline flicking her tail toward his current fascination, indicating for him to 'go get her'. Quickly exiting the area, Sloepatch made her way back toward camp as the chill of Leafbare nipped at her tail. The snow would start falling soon, she could sense it.

Licking her lips clean of blood, Froststripe picked up her fresh kill; a large salamander that she had found nearing close to the camp, a lucky find. Purring in delight, the feline trotted back to camp, carrying the slimy prey between her jaws as it slowly started to stop twitching from the dying nerves. Glancing in the direction of Mossfeather who stalked from camp with an annoyed expression, the silver she-cat dropped the prey upon the pile. Mother of Ferrets 10:46, December 6, 2018 (UTC)

Coastpaw eagerly began to move alongside Brookepaw, overjoyed to be heading out of camp on a patrol in which she hopefully wouldn't be pitied. A fair chance to prove herself a worthy warrior of her Clan was all she asked for, and it appeared a majority of the warriors weren't so inclined to give her that chance. "Just basic battle skills and hunting tricks. Shadefrost has been going slow with me, as you can imagine. But I've been working on things on my own, too." Maybe they could help each other out? Brookepaw could give her an escape from camp, and she could help teach him. "Mud up your nose, eh? That...has happened to me before."

While Dusktiger continued to tour the territory and give names to the landmarks, Raptorpaw and Cypresspaw had suddenly initiated a play-fight. Racing through the mud, Raptorpaw swatted at his brother's back legs, who swiftly splashed through the mud to escape him. The two darted past the irritated Dusktiger with soft growls of challenge before Cypresspaw gave a final effort. He rolled onto his back with Raptorpaw and doused the blue tom into a big pile of mud. Victory!!

(time to die, Sunshadow) There was a snap of a twig in the distance, and immediately Sunshadow grew anxious. After his brother died on this land, he didn't want to hang around for an excessive amount of time. "I have to go. I'll see you again, maybe I'll think of some names for you, too?"

Swampstar returned to camp with Murkypaw, the fuzzy smoke apprentice carrying a small nick on his front leg after their battle practice. The two had gotten a little rough as things heated unexpectedly, but in the end, both were fine. But then, the situation grew grim. Shorepebble's sunken frame rested motionlessly in the center of camp, causing the leader's heart to drop immediately. Even Murkypaw grew humble, silence falling over the apprentice as he left his mentor's side to leave him in peace. The leader stood there for a long period of time with his head bowed before he glanced to a black she-cat, seeking comfort. "...Whitetoe? Will you walk with me?"**Thieving Ferret** 15:33, December 6, 2018 (UTC)

Flyshade frowned. "A--Alright, I'll see you again soon, okay?" She asked softly. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 01:28, December 7, 2018 (UTC)
Brookepaw followed along happily as he listened to Coastpaw talk. She seemed excited, so he wanted her to take the lead because he knew she was perfectly capable on her own and he was only just now a new apprentice after all."What things have you worked on by yourself? Maybe you could teach me things I don't know or understand! And in turn I could help you with proving the clan wrong about you. And..how exactly did you manage that? Do I want to know..?" He grimaced and shook his head as he imagined mud going up his nose.

Meanwhile, back in camp..
An argument could be heard by the warrior's den between three warriors. Sorreltail shook her head in a tiresome manner as she secretly slipped away from her mate and their friend. Eagleflight and Riverbreeze were always at it these days..ever since Riverbreeze and Sorreltail became mates..it just seemed like Eagleflight amd Riverbreeze couldn't stop arguing. The only thing they seemed to agree on was that they were tired of each other..which Sorreltail found utterly ironic seeing as the arguing never stopped. She grew tired of it easily now, and would often be able to slip off rather undetectably and chill by the kill pile away from the noise in her every day life.

"Listen here, Foxbrain. Sorreltail is mine, and mine alone! Stop pining after my mate and go find your own she-cat to fawn over!" Riverbreeze bared her teeth at the tom who she felt was too close to Sorreltail.

Eagelflight couldn't comprehend why Riverbreeze would never shut up. It wasn't like he was trying to steal Sorreltail from her, he just wished Sorreltail had picked up on his feelings, and also that she wasn't only swinging towards girls. "Oh shut up, Mousebrain. No one asked your opinion." He snapped back grumpily at the she-cat currently jumping down his throat.

As the noise outside continued on, and the sun began to set, a sleepy feline started to awaken from her slumber in the very back of the den where it was darkest. She had been sleeping all day, and soon it would be time for her to come on out, but not quite yet. The young warrior rolled back over and lightly snored back into a steady sleep.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 01:37, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Morningwing let out a mrrow of amusement as he heard the young toms running around. He could almost see it. "Nice job beating up my apprentice, Cypresspaw," he mewed, pacing around a tree as he sniffed for prey.

Whitetoe and Emberfall had returned from camp with their apprentices a little bit ago. Emberfall sent Islandpaw off to get some fresh-kill. He felt so accomplished. *What do I do now?* he flicked his ear thoughtfully as his brain went empty.

After returning to camp, Whitetoe had cleaned the mud from her pelt and now sat like a content loaf of bread with her eyes resting shut. Her nose picked up Swampstar's scent and her heart flickered. Her eyes opened and she spotted him, head bowed for Shorepebble. Her heart ached for him, remembering her pain from Hickorywing's death. Her ears pricked when he looked to her and asked her for a walk. Usually she would have been irritated if someone had asked her to go out, right after she had cleaned herself up, but with Swampstar, she didn't mind at all. She got to her paws immediately and nodded, with a solemn expression. "Of course, Swampstar." —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 01:42, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong lashed her tail, pelt bristling as Wolfflame seemed to walk closer, his thick, bushy tail brushing her shoulder. She jerked back. "Don't touch me," she hissed.

"You've gotten braver." The gray tom retorted. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 01:54, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

"Yeah, see you soon." Sunshadow returned the she-cat's farewell before turning away and beginning to make the long trek out of the marsh. However, several moments later, when he was out of view and earshot of Flyshade, he heard the noise again. Another snap. "Flyshade? Don't follow me, you need to go home and rest." The RockClan tom spoke without turning around, only to find himself attacked by a stranger. The white tom pummeled the warrior to the ground, believing him to be yet another monsters during one of his hallucinations. He fought on until the crippling warrior beneath him moved no more. "...Old Bongo's still got it."

"Mainly just tree-climbing and running through this StarClan-forsaken muck. It really helps strengthen your legs, really." Coastpaw commented as she stepped through the disgusting wet earth, raising her paws in attempts to avoiding it. Futile. The silvery apprentice choked on a snort as he asked about how she got mud up her nose. "My brothers, have you seen them? They've trampled me by accident a few times, stuffed my face in the mud. Let me tell you, mud is *not* pleasing to the tongue, either."

Swampstar let out a sigh of relief when Whitetoe accepted his proposition, so he silently walked out of camp with her. He didn't speak much at all, at least at first. He was letting everything sink in for now. His sister's death, his new apprentice, Whitetoe actually agreeing to walk with him... "...Can I ask you something, Whitetoe?"**Thieving Ferret** 01:54, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Flyshade moved to head to camp, she was slower this time. Her golden eyes moving forth, as she came to the camp entrance. She swished her plumy tail, she had a feeling that made her want to turn back and follow Sunshadow. The she-cat wavered for a second more before she turned back with a huff. Her golden eyes searching, she scented the air and was shocked to scent blood, death. The queen tabby moved forth only to see a horrifying sight. Sunshadow, in a pile of blood. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 02:03, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Whitetoe followed Swampstar out, remaining silent herself as she went through her thoughts. It felt odd being alone with Swampstar again, but right at the same time. She searched for something to say, pricking her ears at his question. "Of course you can."

Sapphire had chased the gray feather far and, finally, she leaped up and caught it between her teeth. Panting, she landed on the ground with the feather clamped in her jaws. *I did it!* she thought proudly. *Momma will love it!* She looked at the sky, noticing it was looking late... She turned around, expecting to see her den just in the distance, but it was no where in sight. Frowning, the walked around in a circle, disoriented. She decided to just walk in one direction... surely it would lead home? But the more she walked, the more panicked she got. She was lost! —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 02:11, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

The more he thought about it, the more Swampstar realized how dedicated Whitetoe was to him, and he felt bad about how he turned her away so often. Above all else, he *regretted* it. She was his greatest companion, and had been an awesome deputy to him as well. "...What you said, about your feelings for me. Did you really mean it?"

Bongo cleaned himself up, but found that his head was still spinning, still trapped within another reality. How all of these issues had come about, he had no idea. But he linked them all to BloodClan and Vega, the stories he weaved so long ago and told to countless souls. The white elder continued romping through the forest when he came across a kitten who looked lost. Huh. What a strange looking bird...**Thieving Ferret** 02:17, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Whitetoe looked him in the eyes, unflinching. She had gone over her feelings before she admitted them to him, then everyday after; she knew she loved him. She wasn't going to shy away from them anymore. "I meant every word of it."

Sapphire was on the verge of tears, when she spotted the figure of a cat cat nearby. Joy lit up her heart. Momma was a white cat. "Momma!" she squealed, rushing over, still holding the feather. She buried her face into the cats chest fur, purring. "I got lost, but I found you!" —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 02:28, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Stirrings, he had felt them when he was alone by himself in his den, whenever he finally had moments of peace to think on his situation. He had been afraid, really, afraid of what would happen if he did feel things for Whitetoe. After all, he just lost his sister as well. If he brought her into his life, would he lose her, too? "I'm just afraid that I'd...lose you too, you know?" Swampstar ceased his walking to stand there, playing with the mud with his paw and putting all his attention into that paw.

Bongo didn't know why, but as soon as that kitten buried its face into his chest fur, he lost all control. He started choking up really awfully, and embraced the kitten as she did the same to him. He was a proud mom now, he would \*finally\* get to move into the nursery. "I'm so proud of you for finding me. But never run off like that again, you gave me an awful scare!" Bongo was like a mother doe now with his own little fawn, ready to lead her back home.**Thieving Ferret** 03:04, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Whitetoe felt that odd feeling... the feeling she got whenever she thought of Hickorywing. As though her heart was being weighed down with concrete and cracked open. She loved him and he was taken from her. DawnClan was taken from her. Her Clanmates were taken from her, everyone was lost... She understood Swampstar's worry. *What would I do if I lost him?* "I understand your fears," she murmured. She seemed to realize what he said and blinked. "...but isn't the time spent with someone worth it in the end? To know them and be apart of their lives. There are risks involved, you might lose them, but aren't risks worth taking?" She wasn't sure if her words made sense or not. She had never been good at expressing her deep thoughts, nor her feelings well.

Sapphire blinked up at her mom. Was she all right? She sounded like she was hacking on a bone... probably just a hairball. Huh... her voice didn't sound quite like Luna, but she didn't think much of it. She beamed at the praise. "I won't run off ever again!" She shivered as a cold breeze tickled her pelt and suddenly realized how exhausted she was. "I'm cold... and hungry and tired. Can we go home now?" —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 03:23, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Brookepaw nodded in thought of her explanations, but when she told him about her brothers, and how mud tastes, he couldn't help but grimace and turn slightly green. "I can only imagine.." His eyes silently followed the clouds up above, and the new apprentice took note of the setting sun. It had gotten late, so he figured it was probably time to head back now. "Hey Coast it's gonna be time to go back to camp soon. The sun is starting to set in the distance."MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 03:28, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

She had a good point, so why not take this leap of faith, run the risk? Live happily even if life was short? Anxiously, Swampstar swallowed that lump in his throat as he made up his mind at long last. He never thought that he'd go popping 'the question', as he believed that such a life was more suitable for his sister than himself. He never thought of himself as the romantic type. "Well, then, I...would you be willing to take the risk of being my mate, then?" He was very smooth.

Coastpaw flattened her ears at his eagerness to return to camp. Couldn't blame him, he had to take so much in at once. She remembered how exhausted she had been on her first day as an apprentice. The excitement alone sucked most of the energy out. "Alright, let's head back."

"Yes, let's get on home now." He didn't really know where he was, or *who* he was, for that matter. Anyway, it was time that he returned this little furry adder to its nest in camp. He'd be a horrible mother to let his new child freeze out here in the muddy swamp.**Thieving Ferret** 03:34, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Whitetoe couldn't hold back a purr and touched her nose to Swampstar's and felt herself relax. "I would take that risk any day."

Sapphire purred and shivered as she followed her mother back home. Huh, this didn't seem like the right direction...? Nothing looked familiar. Wasn't the correct way behind them. She decided not to question it, mother knows best! —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 03:54, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Unable to hold back the purr, Swampstar decided that it was safe to let loose his emotions and be honest around Whitetoe. He really liked her. "Thanks...for everything, really."

After a while, Bongo finally remembered where camp was, and brought Sapphire inside. He didn't really know what little bats ate, but he was certain he could find something around camp for her to feed on. Maybe she'd eat a mouse?**Thieving Ferret** 04:03, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Happiness swelled in Whitetoe's heart and she felt she couldn't reply. It felt wonderful letting her bottled up emotions out after so long. "I love you."

By the time they reached camp, Sapphire's head and tail were drooping and she could barely lift her paws. She looked around in confusion. *Um...* "Where are we, Momma?" —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 04:09, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

"I love you too, Whitetoe." Swampstar responded softly as he stared into her eyes, soaking up every detail in those fiery orbs to imprint them on his mind for eternity. For a moment, he even forgot all about those feelings of grief that had been overwhelming him but a few minutes ago.

"Home!" Bongo wasn't even so sure himself, he didn't even recall the name of the place. Surely he'd remember soon, all that mattered right now was that they got their catnap in.

Dusktiger was now bringing the patrol back to camp. Cypresspaw and Raptorpaw had settled down a bit, although the blue apprentice was still firmly on his brother's case. Every so often he'd attack Cypresspaw's tail, rapidly pouncing on it and spraying mud all over his fellow felines. Dusktiger didn't say a word about all the mess, he just grumpily continued on. He was already covered, anyways. However, Cypresspaw had gone mute, as if he was dreading returning to camp. For some ominous reason, he didn't want to go home. Something about it felt...unwelcoming.**Thieving Ferret** 04:33, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong lashed her tail before she attacked, claws unsheathed. Wolfflame hadn't expected and jumped back, she however got a few hits in and he wasn't going to let her beat him up. He growled and attacked, paw swatting at her muzzle shoving her aside. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 10:44, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Skypaw had a concerned gaze directed to Cypresspaw, her thin tail swaying with each swing of her hips as she walked. He held her full attention as young molly nudged her head against his shoulder, a fleeting comforting touch as those pale blue eyes held worry. But nothing could prepare her for what she discovered when she stepped foot into camp. Cypresspaw and Raptorpaw's very own mother laid deceased within the centre of camp, causing her step to falter in a mixture of horror and shock. Just as she was about to press her body against Cypresspaw's side for comfort, her head snapped toward the scent of a stranger, and wailed in anguish. Shooting forth on unsteady legs, her breath began to pick up as stress squeezed against her lings. "Mummy!" She cried out, as she slid to a stop between Echosong and this attacker, hissing out a vicious snarl of warning, her coat puffing up as she attempted to protect her adoptive mother from harm.

Gruffly, Wnterstorm found himself marching along a border on a patrol, his silver eyes narrowed as he stormed through the mud. He only just spent the day out with Ashcloud doing border already, but apparently the other border desperately needed to be patrolled and he was the only tom for the job. Growling, he kicked a stone. Mother of Ferrets 10:52, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong snarled, her tail lashing. "Stay back, Skypaw!" The queen snapped as she shoved aside, Wolfflame towering over her. She kicked out at him with all of her power. Her hind left leg caught his jaw sending him stumbling. He growled looked at the patrol then took off. Echosong had been on her back and finally rolled over to assess her wounds. She had a gash on her shoulder and several severe scratch marks.

Hazelfern moved forward from the patrol. "Echosong, are you alright?" The tabby warrior questioned.

Echosong huffed. "I'm fine, Hazelfern. It's just a few scratches." She replied, waving Beautifulkit and Batkit close. They looked a bit terrified. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 12:11, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Cypresspaw stared at his mother's body in a mix of horror and sorrow, while Raptorpaw froze in his place and felt like his heart was ripped from his chest. It would hurt him the most. Crestfallen, the blue smoke apprentice trudged over to Shorepebble's body and threw himself onto the ground before it, his nose buried into his mother's cold fur. Cypresspaw was approached by their silent father, who he embraced for a long time.**Thieving Ferret** 13:35, December 7, 2018 (UTC)
Brooke nodded as he tried to hide a yawn. Surprisingly, he was very exhausted from today's events and wanted to lay down and rest, however he still had to move into the apprentice den first so he was very eager to head back and start that process. He watched the sun as it continued to go down, and then sped up a tiny bit to purposely push Coast to work her leg a little more as they came up to the camp entrance.

Sorreltail, Riverbreeze and Eagleflight had all been set to work night patrol for the night. After Sorreltail met back up with the two, and silently thanked StarClan for temporarily stopping the bickering, the three waited around the entrance for the rest of the patrol group. They were specifically awaiting for one of the younger warriors who always had night shift, and then were told they would be joined by another cat. At the last minute, the bickering started up again, and Sorreltail made the decision to patrol alone and leave the others to fend for themselves. Following suit, Eagleflight and Riverbreeze held a temporary truce to hunt down Sorreltail leaving the last two members to either work together when they met, or go it alone.

As all the cats started wrapping it up for the night, the snoring oddball finally began to awaken as she opened her heterochromic eyes and peered around the slowly getting fuller warrior's den.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 03:53, December 8, 2018 (UTC)

Creekstone had decided he'd return to camp and deposit his prey to the prey pile in StormClan camp, carefully he placed it down, hoping it could feed at least one cat. He had headed to his den for the night, like other cats were, curling up into a slow slumber. -Marshywillow  11:18, December 8 2018 (UTC)

Flyshade felt the most powerful wave of grief she'd never felt before as a wail split from her muzzle. The queen pressed her body to Sunshadow's like the emotional grief she felt tore through her. The black tabby refusing to move from the spot she was next to her late mate.

Eveningpaw shrugged from the Apprentices' den, her smoke pelt fluffed and at odd angles from her well-earned nap. She hadn't seen Blackpaw most of the day so she primarily assumed he was off annoying someone other than herself. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 11:30, December 8, 2018 (UTC)

Creekstone had jolted awake. Something was keeping him from asleep. He got up, his bones feeling stiff as if he had slept for an hour but then awoke suddenly. He sneaked past most of the warriors he shared a den with and got to the entrance, checking the time of day. He sighed as the night sky still shone. However the moon was not high up in the sky which was a relief. He huffed and padded back into his moss bed, carefully dodging the warriors again. He did not feel tired any longer. -Marshywillow  12:47, December 8 2018 (UTC)

Snailpaw slipped into camp, she was bouncing on her paws. She'd received word that she and her siblings would be made warriors the next day! How exciting was that! Eveningpaw rolled her eyes as Snailpaw danced up to herm "Can you believe it?" The smaller she-cat said in her soprano voice, her blue eyes shining.

Eveningpaw shrugged. "It seems like Blackpaw doesn't care. He's been gone all day." The smoke replied. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 12:54, December 8, 2018 (UTC)

Creekstone got out of the den once more. It was a little brighter and cats were going to probably come out soon anyways. He did see a couple of the apprentices outside, they were huge. No doubt about it that they would probably become warriors soon. They did look pretty excited. Creekstone's heart warmed. He remembered the excitement when he became a warrior. -Marshywillow  14:12, December 8 2018 (UTC)

Violetpaw slipped from the Apprentices' den, her bicolor pelt was ruffled from sleep. Snailpaw rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. Blackpaw will come back. He's too self-centered not too." Minkclaw Winter is coming. 22:31, December 8, 2018 (UTC)

Creekstone felt a rumble in his stomach. He fully emerged from the den to get some prey. The pile was coated enough and he picked out a rather large mouse. It'd be enough for some of the say. Creekstone let the wavering minimal chat and nature soothe him. He felt somewhat peaced by eating his prey at his feet in camp, alone. Creekstone wasn't really around any cats regularly. He didn't mind the feeling, he liked collecting his thoughts. -Marshywillow 01:22, December 8 2018 (UTC)

Violetpaw waved her tail. "Come on, let's eat guys." The bicolored molly moved towards the fresh-kill pile with a snort at the two following her still chatting about their ceremony. Snailpaw bounced forward, energy radiating from the small molly. Eveningpaw was a bit taller than both her sisters.

"N--No, I don't, it's fine!" The tabby-and-white molly said almost as a soft exclamation. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 21:50, December 9, 2018 (UTC)

Creekstone looked up from his meal as he heard the apprentices' voices get louder. He slightly stiffened in a bit of alarm. *Are they just behind me?*He turned around and glanced softly at them. -Marshywillow 22:00, December 8 2018 (UTC)

Splotchedflame looked over at her and then gave a small chuckle.
"Alright, lets continue on then." He then padded past her before he sniffed the air. QueenOfThisShip

Eveningpaw barely glanced at the tabby tomcat that stood at the fresh-kill pile. "Well if anything at least we know he's outside of camp causing trouble and not inside causing it." She replied to her sisters comments. Violetpaw sighed and sat down, pulling a mouse towards her smaller, lithe body.

"If you say so," she responded. Snailpaw did the same but didn't make a comment, she sent a soft smile to Creekstone before she started to chew on her mouse.

Littlesnow nodded, following the much larger splotched warrior. Her tabbied pelt glimmering a pale golden in the sunlight. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 21:45, December 12, 2018 (UTC)

Creekstone smiled a little too at her as she was chewing on her mouse and not paying attention. He then quickly - before any of her siblings noticed - looked away shyly, returning to his mouse too with a moment of thinking, he noticed his posture was stiff as if he had did something embarrassing and was about to bolt away. What had gotten into him? He then realised that he hadn't had very much interaction over the course of a couple of days. He did things himself, he did things alone, like hunting. That was probably the first interaction he had in a while. It was subtle, sure, but he should probably get more out there. Where would he start? He sighed softly to himself trying to clear his thoughts. -Marshywillow  23:22, December 12 2018 (UTC)

Sapphire looked up uncertainly at the white cat. "Um, what about Delta, Elsé, and Indie?" She froze, the figure of a cat catching her eyes. She lay motionless in the clearing and a strange scent wafted from her, obscured mostly by lavender, but it was still there. She had never smelled it before, but it made the fur along her spine prickle and instinctively told her something terrible had happened. She gawked in horror and knew she was dead. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 00:37, December 13, 2018 (UTC)

Bongo stared down at Sapphire for a few heartbeats, suddenly forgetting who this kitten was. But within seconds, he slipped back into the hallucination and continued to play along with it. "Oh, they were adopted orphans. You never noticed that?" The elder moved along towards the elder's den without paying any acknowledgement to Shorepebble's form in the center of camp.**Thieving Ferret** 16:44, December 17, 2018 (UTC)

Skypaw yelped as she was flung to the side, tumbling with a flail of paws. Landing with a solid thud as she connected with the earth, wild eyes watching her adopted mother. She still was the size of a kit, apprenticed earlier than others, and wasn't it against the code to hurt a kit? Why did Echosong shove her away? Questions bounced around her mind before she felt herself become alarmed when she tried to inhale. She was completely winded, her fragile body wasn't trained to withstand such force. Trying to wheeze in a breath, Skypaw began to panic, her fear worsening the situation. She searched around before her eyes landed on Cypresspaw, and her breathing began to settle and level out as she held her gaze focused on the distraught tom. Shakily rising to her paws, she padded with determination toward the tom, completely brushing off her mother as she headed toward him. Her breath was still shaky until her fur connected with his own, nuzzling into him for his comfort, and her own. She glanced back toward Brookepaw who entered the camp, before returning her focus to the mourning tom.

Froststripe hissed at Wolfflame as he bolted before she followed the intruder to make sure he crossed the border and left. The speckled molly expertly bounding through the swamp.

Winterstorm lowered himmself low to the earth, his focus on a mouse that had skittered from a neighbouring clan. Pupils dilated, the tom lunged and quickly snatched the mouse. Mother of Ferrets 01:35, January 6, 2019 (UTC)

Echosong stood bristling still, her pelt covered with fresh wounds, she shook with fear now. He would never leave her alone. She looked around to Skypaw. She had moved her daughter back to protect her. I--If Wolfflame had touched her. StarClan, she wouldn't think like that. She turned to find Swampstar, she wanted to go after her brother, make sure his end was gone. The fear he settled in her would make it hard for her to sleep. She finally turned Beautifulkit and Batkit. "C--come its time to head to bed." The tabbied queen looked to Skypaw once more. She'd try and talk to her in a minute. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 09:16, January 8, 2019 (UTC)

Brookepaw started gathering supplies to create his new nest in the apprentice den, and glanced over at Skypaw with a slightly concerned glance. The young molly seemed to be slightly distraught and looked as though she had tripped and fallen on her face again, but Cypresspaw seemed to be calming her, so he would check on her tomorrow morning. With that, he moved in to the apprentice den exhausted from the day's events, but eager for tomorrow's.

Snowfox had slipped out of the den now that it was officially nightfall, and she was ready to patrol. The young oddball was looking forward to seeing the senior warriors again, but to her surprise..instead the senior warriors were nowhere to be found, and she was watching a young tom lunge at a mouse.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~

Cypresspaw stiffened at Skypaw's touch, feeling her silky fur brush against his dark coat. Heat began to flood through his veins and the situation with his mother was almost completely forgotten. Why did he feel this way around Skypaw all the sudden? Did it have to do with Shorepebble's passing? "...Thank you, Skypaw."**Thieving Ferret** 16:18, January 15, 2019 (UTC)

The warmth from the opposing body warmed up her own flesh, causing her to relax into the heat of his body, a light purr subconsciously escaping her lips. Her eyes turned toward Shorepebble, those azures softening as she reminisced about the queen. Although she didn't know her as well as some, even SKypaw had known and was fond of the past deputy and queen. 'She was an excellent warrior and an even better queen." She murmured, gentle eyes turning toward the tom, blinking as she noticed his expression. "Are you okay, Cypresspaw?" She asked, worried.

Winterstorm was playing around with the dead mouse, thinking to himself as he batted the body between his paws. He wasn't ready to return to camp. But his solitude was disturbed when he finally noticed someone was watching him. Flaring his nostrils, those silver visionaries sought out who was watching him. "Who is there?" He rumbled. Mother of Ferrets 00:37, January 16, 2019 (UTC)

"Shame. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food? If you aren't careful..it will run away, or end up in the claws of someone else. I believe I should be asking you the same question. I have never seen you on patrols before. Newbie?" She smirked and sat down licking her paws with her tail wrapped around her back legs. The young oddball watched with amused, but alert curiosity as she observed this stranger.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 04:12, January 16, 2019 (UTC)

Winterstorm immediately was on his paws, those azures narrowed in suspicion as his back arched up, fur prickling. "If you aren't blind, you'll realise it's dead, but I guess you wouldn't know that, hm? Seems you are too lazy to get up with the rest of us to supply to your clan, like a real warrior." He gloated and roasted the molly smugly, his mottled black coat easing down as he picked up the mouse. "I was debating, ya know, using my brain. Unlike some mousebrains in this clan." He huffed, flicking his tail as he strode proudly past her in the direction of camp. Some measly little nobody didn't get to speak to him like that. Mother of Ferrets 04:31, January 16, 2019 (UTC)

"You are not someone I should have to explain myself to. Besides. I doubt a foxbrain like you would be able to understand my situation in the first place. After all..the first thing you did was jump to the conclusion that I'm too lazy, when I run the night patrols, and am actually a big reason we have the amount of squirrels in that pile in camp. But sure! I'm lazy! Says the one shrugging off his duties out of irritation." She grumbled and snapped back at his accusations before turning around and sitting down with her ears pinned back, ready for a fight. He had gotten under her skin pretty well, and now the darn tom was walking off. She would have apologised for her own jump to conclusions if he had chosen not to insult her, but he didn't and now she would make sure to request him on every night patrol from here on out just to get her sweet revenge.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 04:46, January 16, 2019 (UTC)

"Foxes are actually quite intelligent, so I shall take that as a compliment." The tom huffed, before turning on his paw. "How have I shrugged off my duties? Unlike you, I have prey to return to camp with. I gave myself time to decide on what I wanted to do with recent events, but I doubt that is none of your business. Now go make yourself actually useful instead of being a whiny little she-cat like the rest of your gender." He smirked, before continuing on his path. His ego was iron clad, and the smug tom refused to bend to the cutting words of a stubborn mousebrain. Mother of Ferrets 05:07, January 16, 2019 (UTC)

"For your information, I wasn't trying to call you stupid. I was calling you stubborn and arrogant." She huffed as the tom continued back to camp unknowingly having just gotten him a ticket to the night patrol till the next Leafbare. She would make those nights suffer for him in every way possible. He needed a break in his ego, and she was determined to give it to him. "See you tomorrow, Foxbrain!" She practically sang that shout at him and headed off into the forest to begin her patrols.

"Well. Things just got interesting! Seems Snowfox is gettin riled up for once. Wonder who could take such a kind and quiet girl like her and get under her skin?" Riverbreeeze watched from the foliage in curiosity as Snowfox stormed off to begin patrolling.
"Oh don't start, Riverbreeze. I refuse to listen to anymore bickering and gossiping between the two of you tonight." Sorreltail grumbled in irritation because her mate and her best friend had found her and wouldn't shut up the whole way back about who found her first.
Eagleflight had been the first to spot Sorreltail's tail in the distance, but Riverbreeze had found Sorreltail's paws at that same time. Now once again, Eagleflight had seen the young tom that Snowfox had been with, and he had leverage over Riverbreeze. "I know who she was with, but I won't spill until you admit I found her first." This caused Sorreltail to roll her eyes, and bound off back to camp, leaving the other two alone oncemore.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 17:15, January 16, 2019 (UTC)

Sapphire stared after the white cat. "O-oh. I... never noticed... it never really came up, but okay." She glanced back at the cats body in the clearing and felt a pang of sympathy and grief before following Bongo. Despite not knowing the pretty silver cat, she still felt so terribly for her loss. She suddenly became acutely aware of all the strange cats in the clearing... she had never seen so many in one place before. She hovered closely to mom's flank and shivered in a mixture of cold and fright. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 01:07, January 17, 2019 (UTC)

"She was. My father always bragged about how great of a deputy she was, too." Cypresspaw murmured with a bowed head, his eyes resting on the body of his mother as it was prepared for burial. The memories of Shorepebble flooded into his mind, and he closed his clouding eyes to attempt to shut them out. Something about Skypaw's presence made him feel stronger as he confronted death and loss, and this feeling he wanted to hold onto and never let go. "I hurt," the apprentice admitted with a small yet thoughtful frown, "...but I feel stronger now."

Bongo wrapped the end of his tail around Sapphire as he guided her into the elder's den, which smelled faintly of old cat and bile. It wasn't pleasant, but it was home, and now it was her home. Because he was her mother now, and he had to share things. Hmm...that part didn't sound very fun, but this was a commitment he had to make now. After all, he went through the blood, sweat, and tears of bringing Sapphire into the world. "Home sweet home, Violet."**Thieving Ferret** 03:26, January 18, 2019 (UTC)

Sapphire wrinkled her nose at the scent of the den, but she didn't complain, it was comfy looking and much warmer in there than outside. She still felt very bewildered and confused about everything, but why would momma be wrong? She found an empty nest and settled herself in it, yawning. "Luna, who are all those cats out there? I've never seen them before." She blinked thoughtfully. "Will I ever see my erm... adoptive siblings again?" —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 20:09, January 18, 2019 (UTC)

Stretching out her lanky and femininely muscular form, Mossfeather's grassy green optics eyed the moon younger Froststripe who was eyeing the molly with an highly unimpressed expression. The two had been apprentices at the same time, and was starting to get closer in the last few sunrises. Lashing her tail, the warrior threw her companion a sour expression, recognising those disapproving eyes gleaming at her, but not even Froststripe understood what went through her mind. Huffing, she licked her pink pawpad, momentarily getting distracted by the impressive toms within StormClan, their rippling muscles from years of hardships in the swamps. It caused her skin to tingle and her fur to prickle slightly as warmth spread over her cheeks, but she didn't give herself time to be bashful. Toms liked direct and confident she-cats, right? And she needed a provider, a tom to stake claim to her soul.

Froststripe sighed out and shook her head, unable to comprehend the ideals of the other molly. In some ways, she could understand the desire to have someone, but at the same time she personally didn't believe it was the be all and end all of life. She provided for herself and her clan, and didn't desire a tom to do that all for her. Rising to her paws, the silver she-cat padded toward the warrior den as the moon was starting to rise high into the sky.

Skypaw took a moment to wonder who would bury Shorepebble, her eyes flicking toward the Elder Den where Bongo was with an kit she hadn't seen before. She didn't trust the bewildering tom, especially not to bury such a precious cat. Shaking away her thoughts as Cypresspaw spoke, she attentively gave him her full focus, truly endeared by his words even if they weren't meant for her. Curling her tail up higher, she slowly touched the point of her tail to the base of his spine, featherlight as she pressed closer into his coat, tucking her head under his chin. All her movements were slow and shy, as if she was giving him more than enough time to reject and push her away from himself in disgust. She was unsure of herself around others besides her littermates, especially not Brookepaw. "You've always been strong in my eyes, Cypresspaw." She murmured.

Winterstorm mouthed her words to himself mockingly, huffing as each 'word' squished the prey in his maw even more, causing the metallic tang of blood to seep into his mouth. He'd feed this mouse to Bongo, the crazy old flea bag probably wouldn't even notice the difference. Lashing his tail, the tom reminded himself to send a prayer to StarClan in thanks for what he had caught, before continuing his journey back to camp.

Ashcloud was sharing tongues with Sloepatch, the tortoiseshell molly calmingly licking along Ashcloud's spine as she vented about her littermate, Winterstorm. The stress of having to deal with such a tom prickled at her coat, and she often relied on the comforts of friendship from a few selected cats who were willing to listen to her troubles. Mother of Ferrets 14:04, January 20, 2019 (UTC)

Emberfall picked a toad from the fresh-kill pile. Not his ideal type of food, but hey, it was food, food was good. He thought it would be a good idea to fill up now, he had a feeling Morningwing was going to send him out on the next patrol soon, he hadn't been on one in a few days. StormClan had a lot of territory, and who knew what problems they'd run into. A shiver passed through his pelt when he remembered the story Darkfrost had told him of the time coyotes attacked their camp, before he was born (i don't remember if he was already born at this point and i'm too lazy to check forgive me) ... he really hoped they weren't planning on revenge. Emberfall worried on that for a moment, then his thoughts shifted over to his mother once more. He *really* had to talk with Sparkstorm to see if he noticed any changes, but being a mentor now, it was almost impossible to be near each other now, same with Shadefrost. Emberfall puffed out a little sigh, wishing things could be simpler like they used to be when he was a kit. He scanned camp for Darkfrost, but she didn't appear to be around. He felt a twinge of disappointment. He had been half hoping she'd come up and greet him, her old self. He wished that what he saw in that dream really was a dream but... he wasn't completely sure. Something just felt wrong. He didn't want to bother anyone else about it though, what if it really was just nothing? —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 03:54, January 25, 2019 (UTC)

Echosong sat outside the nursery, the two kits she had left were to be apprenticed soon and she would resume her warrior duties. The tabby queen sat there in silence. She had been wondering why Wolfflame chose now to show up and...what had he meant about Foggysky? The silver warrior stood and headed to the medicine cat's den. "Foggysky?" {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 03:06, January 26, 2019 (UTC)

Ashcloud hopped to her paws, feeling her stomach rumble with it's commands to be fed. Flicking the tip of her tail, the unique coat of the she-cat gleamed beneath the moon and Silverpelt. She sniffed the fresh-kill pile, realising there wasn't enough for her to have her fill without others going hungry. Pinning her ears, she padded away from the kill pile. Leafbare was harsh in many ways, and Ashcloud was used to giving up her meal for the good of others, unlike her brother who greedily refused to give up his own chance at filling his belly with fresh prey. Curling up, the sleek coat did little to stop the chill from biting at her flesh, and her teal eyes flicked around at the nearby cats, her eyes momentarily stopping on Emberfall. He seemed worried about something, and it quipped her interest. Mother of Ferrets 05:23, January 26, 2019 (UTC)

Unable to suppress a purr at Skypaw's gentle compliment, Cypresspaw returned his attention to the mocha-colored apprentice with a light tip of his head. "I think you're stronger than me, Skypaw." He said it out of truth more than in attempts to pat her ego, because he believed in every word he had said. Skypaw had lost her entire family, mother and father, while Cypresspaw had only just lost his mother. He still had his father, his uncle, and his littermates to keep him company. With the vigil for his mother coming to a close after a long period of silence, Cypresspaw took in a deep breath before rising to his paws. "...I need some air." Dismissing himself from the she-cat's company, the black smoke apprentice ducked out of camp once again, with part of his hoping that Skypaw would accompany him.

Raptorpaw still had his nose buried into the freezing fur of his mother's form, with Coastpaw resting beside him with her leg extended awkwardly and uncomfortably. Despite the nagging feeling in her limb, she remained by her mourning brother's side in silence. Raising her head, the pale sister watched as Cypresspaw exited camp, but decided not to pursue him. She instead nudged Raptorpaw gently with her nose to encourage him to leave their mother so she could be buried, but he refused to budge.

Murkypaw, on the other hand, elected to avoid the situation altogether. Outside of camp for what felt like hours now, he glared at the stars up above them, curious to whatever secrets they may hold. Bongo had always told him that StarClan didn't exist, that a different set of ancestors ruled the stars, and around them were those who failed to stand out and die honorably, forever forgotten in the darkness surrounding the bright stars. But his mother, Foggysky, was the medicine cat, she communed with this StarClan all the time. Or...was it all lies to make him feel better about the concerning secrets his Clan hid from him?**Thieving Ferret** 15:39, March 10, 2019 (UTC)

Flicking her thin, softly triangular ears toward her rear at the soft compliment given by the grieving tom, Skypaw let out a shaky exhale as she listened to his final words to her before padding away. Those azure visionaries fell back down the body of Shorepebble, her tail curling neatly over her paws as she gave one more moment to the queen who had brought three beautiful kits into the world, including the two wonderful toms known as Cypresspaw and Raptorpaw. Rising to her full height, the young apprentice stepped forward to gently press her pink nose against the silver fur of the deceased, before she turned her attention to Raptorpaw and Coastpaw. Silently padding forth to rest her tail upon the dark tom's shoulders, Skypaw peered to Coastpaw with a small nod of acknowledgement; no words could be spoken to heal their pain, but she wanted to let the two siblings know she was here for them if they desired her company and support. But, there was someone who wasn't by the side of their siblings receiving the support from those who also grieved the same. Swallowing her anxiety, Skypaw pulled in the air to pick up Cypresspaw's scent, before she began to track his scent, following his path from the camp. Mother of Ferrets 08:30, March 13, 2019 (UTC)

He had no idea where he was going, he simply let his paws lead him, and that seemed to be his life at the moment. He had no goals in mind, no ambitions to be a leader or deputy like some of his clanmates. And a family...he wasn't sure yet, but sometimes, he wouldn't mind a family of his own. Not right now, of course, he was young and just recently lost his mother. When he finally reached solid ground and was no longer in muck, Cypresspaw paused and let out a small sigh. And why- above all things else- was Skypaw *still* on his mind? Was he guilty about something? Did he owe her something?**Thieving Ferret** 13:10, March 15, 2019 (UTC)

Emberfall pushed his thoughts to the back of his head. It wasn't helping him right now. He felt eyes on him and noticed Ashcloud's eyes. He made himself look more cheerful. "Hi, Ashcloud! Would you like to share some fresh-kill? I'm not sure I can eat all of it," he asked. He knew he probably have no problem finishing it all, but she looked hungry and he would feel bad if he got his fill while his Clanmate was left emptied-bellied. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 00:37, March 16, 2019 (UTC)

Echosong wasn't sure if Foggysky was in here, it smelled as if she was but she had probably left camp. She took a step further into the den. She needed to ask the medicine cat on what her brother had said about her or her son anyway. The silver queen frowned almost worriedly. Had her brother raped the medicine cat?

Flyshade paced the camp, she hadn't seen Sunshadow where he normally met her in nearly a week. They tried to visit at least maybe twice a week but did she scare him off when she told him that she was expecting. The black smoke frowned at that, fear filling the pit of her stomach. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 08:01, March 17, 2019 (UTC)