SugarClan/Roleplay

Cinderfang wasn't half surprised to here her name. The other warriors were young, most of the older warriors had been killed in their battle against BeeClan. She prayed that Minkstar would wait before she acted upon the latest battle between the two Clans. "I accept." The tabby-and-white she-cat said, dipping her head. My name is Lord Voldemort 03:04, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Burnfeather watched Minkstar as she announced the new deputy. He didn't cheer with the rest of his Clanmates, but he silently approved. Cinderfang was experienced, she would do the job right.
Burdockpaw didn't cheer either. She usually tried to act cool and nice around everyone, but when it came to *really* raising your voice and shrieking someone's name, she wasn't much good. Her throat felt like it closed up and she would begin to choke. Instead, she showed her approval with a grin and a pained expression. —Patchfeather**From the Pinnacle to the Pit** 12:22, June 27, 2018 (UTC)Minkstar gave the older she-cat a nod before she leapt off her rock. She had business to attend to, she had told her Clan she was headed to the Moonpool to visit with StarClan and that she wanted to go alone. Except she wasn't going to the Moonpool, she was meeting Jaystorm; a HoneyClan warrior and her mate. They had been talking about leaving the Clans or him joining SugarClan. "Send out patrols, I'll be back around dawn." She said. She dipped her head to Cinderfang as well as Goannastorm; the medicine cat.
"Take care, Minkstar." Cinderfang said, as her goodbye to the leader before she called Burnfeather over. "Grab Nightpaw and Rainpaw and head out to hunt. I'll take Tallbird and Flyshade for the border patrols." My name is Lord Voldemort 18:53, June 27, 2018 (UTC)
Burnfeather dipped his head to Cinderfang. "Sounds good." He then gave her a small nod and added, "Oh, by the way, congratulations on becoming deputy. You've earned it," before he padded off to find Nightpaw and Rainpaw. —Patchfeather**From the Pinnacle to the Pit** 02:49, June 29, 2018 (UTC)Cinderfang gave a small smile and a heavy sigh after Burnfeather padded away. She didn't want to be deputy, StarClan only knows she was getting to old to even succeed a leader. How would she do that if her bones were creaking with every step. My name is Lord Voldemort 15:07, July 16, 2018 (UTC)
"Nightpaw, Rainpaw, we're hunting!" Burnfeather called to the apprentices. Burdockpaw's paws were itching to do something. "Can *I* come?" she asked, hopefully. She'd rather hunt with Burnfeather and her denmates rather than her mentor, that was for sure. Burnfeather hesitated. "Does Featherwisp know you're going?" Burdockpaw bit her tongue in frustration. The last time she spoke to Featherwisp they'd had a petty argument about battle training and Burdockpaw had walked off, and she wasn't ready to forgive her mentor and ask for hunting permissions just yet. Featherwisp would probably say no anyway. "Yep, she knows!" —Patchfeather**From the Pinnacle to the Pit** 15:44, July 16, 2018 (UTC)Cinderfang sat down to groom her ragged pelt, the smoke tabby deputy watching as Rainpaw and Nightpaw were called away by Burnfeather. The old she-cat sat down, letting the sun warm her pelt.
Nightpaw didn't hesitate in following Burnfeather, Rainpaw on his sister's paws. "Hurry, hurry, Nightpaw. I wanna show Cinderfang and Minkstar how much prey I can catch. I bet it'll be more than yours!" The grey-and-white tom exclaimed. The two siblings had been apprenticed nearly two moons ago and were showing great progress in their work. My name is Lord Voldemort 10:41, July 18, 2018 (UTC)
Burnfeather narrowed his eyes at Burdockpaw. She was the type to get into trouble often. He wouldn't be surprised if that was a lie. But he flicked his tail dismissively and gave his shoulders a shrug. "All right, but if this is a lie, it's on you, not me." Burdockpaw gave him a sarcastically shocked look. "What? Lie? Me? No way." Burnfeather waved his tail in greeting, turning to the other apprentices. "We're going out to hunt." Burdockpaw didn't wait to for the other cats to say anything else before bolting for the entrance and peeking back into camp, waiting for them to follow. —Patchfeather**From the Pinnacle to the Pit** 04:56, July 20, 2018 (UTC)Cinderfang let her tail curl around her paws, her gaze shining as she watched the patrol go. My name is Lord Voldemort 06:49, July 20, 2018 (UTC)
Burnfeather caught up to Burdockpaw outside of camp. "*I'm* leading, Burdockpaw. Why don't you stay in the back and keep a lookout," he meowed, before continuing on with his tail held high. Burdockpaw glared after him. *I wasn't trying to lead. I was encouraging you to get your tail out here!* —Patchfeather**From the Pinnacle to the Pit** 17:11, July 20, 2018 (UTC)Minkstar sat inside her den, her tail curled around her paws. The calico she-cat cast her blue-green eyes around the den briefly before she decided what she needed. A nap, she hadn't had one for a while. My name is Lord Voldemort 17:32, July 20, 2018 (UTC)
Burnfeather led the apprentices through the territory until they reached a part smelling strongly of mouse. He halted them with a flicked of his tail. "There's a ton of mice around here. I want to see who can catch the most the fastest." He remembered how much he had loved it when his mentor had challenged him and his denmates like that while he was an apprentice, it was so exciting and encouraged him to catch as much as possible. —Patchfeather**From the Pinnacle to the Pit** 18:07, July 20, 2018 (UTC)Nightpaw scented the air, he could also smell vole, or it could be a mole. The apprentice stalked forward until he saw the skinny tail of a mouse scrummaging in the leaves next to a bush. She could do this. My name is Lord Voldemort 18:49, July 20, 2018 (UTC)
Burdockpaw yawned and blundered into the undergrowth, not paying attention to where she set her paws. She walked until she was out of earshot of the group, before lazily scenting the air. A sweet flower caught her nose and she followed the scent until she reached it; a pink lily. She inhaled it, enjoying the smell.
Burnfeather silently cursed Burdockpaw as she trampled away, sounding like a hoard of badgers barreling through the plants. He fixed his attention to the undergrowth around him, searching for any prey. —Patchfeather**From the Pinnacle to the Pit** 19:03, July 20, 2018 (UTC)Nightpaw stalked the mouse for a minute or two before he leapt at it, giving it a bite to the neck. My name is Lord Voldemort 20:42, July 20, 2018 (UTC)
Burnfeather caught a vole and a mouse. He sat back in the spot where the group had split, waiting for them to return with their prey. Burdockpaw appeared first, carrying a mouse and a bunch of leaves. Burnfeather stared at her. "What is that?" The snowshoe shrugged. "I found these lilies that I thought were cool and smelled nice. I'm going to weave them into my nest." Burnfeather gave the flowers a disapproving sniff. "Plants don't feed the Clan." —Patchfeather**From the Pinnacle to the Pit** 21:47, July 20, 2018 (UTC)Rainpaw came strutting over with a young owl in her jaws, she'd take some of its feathers for her nest, Nightpaw could take some too. Nightpaw strode over a bluejay in his jaws as well as a mouse. He was impressed at his sister's catch and tried to grin but instead got a mouthful of feathers. My name is Lord Voldemort 23:03, July 21, 2018 (UTC)
Burnfeather nodded, impressed with Rainpaw's owl. "Very good catch," he purred, and gave Nightpaw's bluejay and mouse a nod of acknowledgement. "Great catches." Burdockpaw kicked her mouse. "My catch was pretty awesome too," she huffed. Burnfeather flicked his tail dismissively at her. "I think we've got plenty to feed most of the Clan tonight!" —Patchfeather**From the Pinnacle to the Pit** 23:30, July 21, 2018 (UTC)Rainpaw picked up the owl, beckoning his sibling to come along. Nightpaw brushed past Burdockpaw, to hurry behind her brother. My name is Lord Voldemort 09:02, July 22, 2018 (UTC)
Burdockpaw snorted and followed the two apprentices. Burnfeather gathered his prey and caught up. *I hope I can go to the Gathering tonight,* Burdockpaw thought, glancing up to the sun and squinting. But she couldn't really see that happening, once Featherwisp knew she was out hunting without permission. —Patchfeather**From the Pinnacle to the Pit** 13:20, July 23, 2018 (UTC)Minkstar sat waiting for the patrols to come back when dusk arrived. Sge had picked who'd she'd be taking for the Gathering patrol tonight, she'd leave Featherwisp in charge while she waa gone. My name is Lord Voldemort 17:14, July 24, 2018 (UTC)
Burnfeather padded into camp, the apprentices behind him. Instantly, there was a meow of disapproval. "Burdockpaw, where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you!" Featherwisp scolded her apprentice. "At least you caught *something*," she sniffed at her tiny shrew. —Patchfeather**From the Pinnacle to the Pit** 12:55, July 26, 2018 (UTC)The two siblings, Nightpaw and Rainpaw, pushed their way into camp after Burnfeather and Burdockpaw; the two held their heads proudly. Cinderfang hurrying over. "Quickly, give those to the queens and elders. Minkstar's about to make you two warriors." My name is Lord Voldemort 05:01, September 28, 2018 (UTC)
Burnfeather grinned happily at the two apprentices. "Congrat-"
"WHAT!?" Burdockpaw dropped her puny mouse, looking outraged. "I've been an apprentice just as long as they have, why am I not becoming a warrior?" —Patchfeather**From the Pinnacle to the Pit** 00:08, September 29, 2018 (UTC)