Orchidsnow cast his an apprentice a smile as they continued towards the SpringClan AutumnClan border. "Fighting is never the solution, trust me." He said. "How about we hunt near the border? Just be sure not to cross it." My name is Lord Voldemort 14:50, April 20, 2017 (UTC)
Orchidsnow sniffed, flicking his tail signaling for the tabby apprentice to behind him. His pale eyes stern. "We'll be hunting.." he paused scenting the air. He smelled vole and maybe robin. "How about I teach you to hunt birds." My name is Lord Voldemort 04:15, April 30, 2017 (UTC)
Sycamorepaw left the apprentice's den with an unsatisfied smirk. She'd slept in and do doubt she'd get in trouble now. The young apprentice looked around camp for her mentor, Rosepetal, seeing if there was anything that the older she-cat would like her to do. — #chicks =trouble 04:30 Sun Apr 30 2017
Dapplepaw rest beside the freshkill pile with her paws neatly crossed, awaiting the arrival and command of her mentor. She hadn't seen him all day, and was starting to worry that he, too, had given up on her. The mottled apprentice slowly rose to her paws so that she may give a mighty shake of her pelt, clearing dust from her pale coat.Silverstar 19:50, April 30, 2017 (UTC)
Rosepetal caught sight of her apprentice. "Sycamorepaw!" the older molly called out bounding over. Surprising today, Rosepetal was in a chipper mood and didn't even say anything about the apprentice sleeping in. "Ready to head out?"
Sycamorepaw was caught off-guard a little by the fact she hadn't been told off for sleeping in and tried to match her mentor's bubbling enthusiasm. "Yes, of course Rosepetal! My paw's are itching to do something," the pale tortoiseshell smiled.
Ravenwing was crouched silently near the camp's main exit. The skinny warrior hadn't been assigned to a particular patrol, and he'd noticed that someone had been moving his nest around the warrior's den again. With an annoyed sigh, the young warrior accidentally caught the eye of Aspenflower as she walked past. With bright blue eyes wide, he quickly looked away in embarrassment. — #chicks =trouble 04:52 Mon May 1 2017
The deputy made her out of camp, a deep sigh leaving her mouth. She had been getting bored and lonely with the same routine over and over. It was like she was a robot. One that always worked and never stopped working. Tonight she'd be taking a shift on guarding the camp, Sorrelstar never offered. Quite frankly, Aspenflower thought the leader only cared about her power and how much power she wielded.
Looking around camp, Ravenwing decided to follow the deputy out of camp. The young warrior kept his distance from the deputy, and tried to keep as silent as possible - a plus to his lighter build. However, it seemed luck was against him as he stepped on a stick and it made a loud 'crack'. He froze in his place. Oh StarClan..
Sycamorepaw followed her mentor closely, nearly stepping on the older she-cat a couple times by accident. Oh well, maybe she was just as excited as her mentor had been just before. "The basics sound good! Are we going around the territory first?" the apprentice asked. — #chicks =trouble 05:06 Mon May 1 2017
Aspenflower whirled around, body tense. Well until she set her gaze onto Ravenwing. It was just a tom who looked scared. "Can I help you?" she asked, cocking her head to the side just a bit. The deputy wasn't sure why he looked so scared. Its not like he was facing Sorrelstar, and man that molly had a temper issue.
Rosepetal trotted forwards, light on her paws. Ginger pelt almost golden in the sunlight. "Oh that would be great!" The tabby molly said. "We can go by SpringClan first." My name is Lord Voldemort 05:13, May 1, 2017 (UTC)
Ravenwing had the words caught in his throat. "Uh, I just wanted to see if you were alright?" he spoke, voice soft due to nerve. He lowered his ears, over his stay at AutumnClan he had become wary of most cats because of how they treated him for his looks and this was no different. He'd never heard Aspenflower say anything about him, but, it was his natural instinct now to appear submissive. "You just seemed a little out of it when you left camp that's all," he added. "Sorry, if I bothered you," Ravenwing mumbled, looking to the orange leaf litter.
Sycamorepaw nodded in response. Seeing all the territories made her look happily to the sky. Some would think the young cat wasn't related to Sorrelstar because of how easy-going and calm she was. She could soon smell something sweeter than the leaf litter she'd come to known. She voiced this to Rosepetal, "Are we near SpringClan? They smell so different to us," — #chicks =trouble 05:21 Mon May 1 2017
Aspenflower eased her protective stance. "Just a little tired is all." she told him. The deputy breathed in, to ease her nerves. Despite her high rank, she wasn't really all too happy at being deputy. Just imagine being leader. All that responsibility on her shoulders. She closed her eyes briefly before opening them meeting Ravenwing's bright blue ones. "Just tired." she repeated.
Ravenwing looked up when she spoke. At least she isn't telling me to eat dirt at this stage, the tom thought to himself. The tom held her stare as he spoke, "Is that because Sorrelstar, and pardon my words, does little to contribute to her actual role as a leader? Leaving all the 'dirty' work to you?" While he grew to regret his words, the tom didn't regret that that was his opinion of Sorrelstar. He would in some way probably blame her for the way he gets treated by her warriors.
Aspenflower shrugged, she knew Sorrelstar wasn't one for getting dirty especially when it came to Clan business she was too obsessed with the fame. "Ina way of sorts. She used to not be this way but I guess Falconheart's detah changed her too much."
Rosepetal trotted along the pathway, marking the SpringClan AutumnClan border. "Okay how about we take a visit to uhh SplashClan border, considering its not far from here." My name is Lord Voldemort 14:22, May 1, 2017 (UTC)
Sorrelstar sat atop the ledge that served as her den, she hadn't done much for the past couple of weeks or much of anything since Falconheart's death. The queen had slowly sunk into a deep depression and quite frankly hadn't really cared if she destroyed her Clan. The molly leapt down thinking she'd go for a hunt this evening. My name is Lord Voldemort 19:48, May 1, 2017 (UTC)
Dapplepaw perked her ears at the sight of her approaching mentor, and seemed to beam a bit more. "Good afternoon, Jayflight. What're we doing today?" The eager molly asked politely, with an interested raise of her head.Silverstar 00:08, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
"Just because you caught a bird does not mean you know everything about hunting." Orchidsnow replied cooly. The gray tom knew very well. He had caught plenty prey during his first week.
Sorrelstar made her way out if camp, the tabby and white leader scenting the air. The faint scent of an unknown tom on her tongue. She knew if she was found ti be expecting again then she wouldn't have to do much of anything. She sauntered through the territory until she picmed up the trail. My name is Lord Voldemort 02:16, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
"I think I'm a better hunter than all of my denmates already, but I could stand to sharpen my skills." Morningpaw's tone of voice made it unclear if he was joking or not. Please let us meet another Clans patrol, then I can show Orchidsnow how good I am at fighting already! ~Patchfeather~ 14:10, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
"Your arrogance reminds me of your mother," the gray warrior replied. "She was like you, before she turned all - well like she is. She was an outstanding fighter. Even more so when hunting." The tom said. He shook out his pelt before speaking. "Do watch your arrogance, for it might just get our Clan into trouble." He told him in a scolding manner. My name is Lord Voldemort 14:41, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
"I'm nothing like my mother!" Morningpaw snapped, pelt bristling. How dare Orchidsnow say that? "I'll never be like her, never!" With that, Morningpaw spun around and bolted into the forest as fast as he could. He didn't want to be around Orchidsnow - he didn't want to be around anyone. ~Patchfeather~ 15:32, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
Orchidsnow shook his head before following the apprentice, he needed to watch his temper. Running off in conditions like the Clan was in now. They never knew when the silent WinterClan would ever strike. The Clans former camp was empty and silent. The gray tom finally caught up with him. "Morningpaw, we need to go back to camp. Let's go." The tom said bristling. Of course he couldn't even handle his own apprentice. My name is Lord Voldemort 16:00, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
Morningpaw was hiding under a log when Orchidsnow found him, angry and pouting. "No," Morningpaw growled, turning his head away from his mentor, jutting out his chin in determination. ~Patchfeather~ 19:18, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
Otterdance was feeling detached from the clan activities that day...but then again, he was often like that. He was picky about his clanmates, and found himself struggling to get along with quite a lot of them. The pointed tom was particularly difficult to get along with.Silverstar 20:37, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
Orchidsniow narrowed his eyes sternly. He was normally an easy going tom but this behavior was unacceptable. "Morningpaw let's go. Quit acting like a two month old kitten." The warrior snapped. "Or so help me StarClan I will have you cleaning out the elders den and picking them for ticks." My name is Lord Voldemort 02:11, May 3, 2017 (UTC)
Ravenwing slowly stepped closer the she-cat. "Yes but, if it affected her so much why didn't she simply step down to rest her mind?" The pointed tom asked. He didn't understand all that much about the Clan hierarchy still as it made little sense to him.
"I think she just feared losing her reputation, although there's no use in it now." Aspenflower cast her gaze on Ravenwing. "She's a good leader in a sense, but not a great one. She's lost anything she had before. Most of her family barely even acknowledge her."
Dapplepaw gave a brisk nod of her head in agreement. "Sounds like a good idea. Where'll we go to first?" She asked curiously, waiting for her mentor to lead the way out of camp.Silverstar 22:25, May 21, 2017 (UTC)
(Sorry i was gone cX been super busy) Sorrelstar had been recently picking up her leaderly duties. The tabby molly sniffed as she watched Aspenflower walk into camo and deposit her catches. My name is Lord Voldemort 22:59, May 26, 2017 (UTC)
In the warm sunlight of camp, Ravenwing rolled over onto his side to warm himself up. The tom was starting to feel a lot of the cold as leaf-bare settled in. The pointed tom watched silently as Aspenflower came into camp with fresh-kill. Since their talk in the forest not long ago, the foreign tom had been low-key seeking her company but, didn't want to come off weird about it. He sat up from his sunny spot and tried to catch her eye as she walked past.
Sycamorepaw followed her mentor closely - her pale eyes watching around the auburn canopies of their territories. Just as she had smelt the distinctive SpringClan, now she scented a grassier smell. Without stopping, the young apprentice asked Rosepetal, "Is that SummerClan? They don't smell as 'yucky' as SpringClan did." — #chicks =trouble 08:04 Sat May 27 2017
Asoenflower felt the gaze of someone on her, her pelt tingling slightly. The deputy flicked her tail and cast her gsze over her shoulder to meet the gaze of Ravenwing.
Rosepetal gave a small jump, more like a skip as they reached the border. She was met by a hostile patrol led by Skinkfang, the supposed new deputy. "Yes," she said slowly. My name is Lord Voldemort 09:11, May 27, 2017 (UTC)
Ravenwing saw that he caught Aspenflower's attention and mentally blanked. Now what genius? His inner monologue asked. The pointed tom just flashed an awkward smile at the deputy in hopes that he didn't look too nervous.
Sycamorepaw stayed behind her mentor when she saw the large SummerClan cats. The apprentice was pretty much thrown in the deep end as she didn't know how to properly fight if things turned sour. She hoped that her mentor would handle the situation well. — #chicks =trouble 09:58 Sat May 27 2017
Aspenflower could sense the tom didn't know much about interaction and couldn't but laugh. She straightened her thick pely before trotting over.
Ravenwing saw that his awkward social skills in fact brought the deputy over. The tom sat up from his previous posture as Aspenflower trotted over. He stayed a little quiet as she did.
Sycamorepaw flattened herself to the leaf-litter as Rosepetal talked to the SummerClan deputy. The apprentice was still scared, but, her curiosity was starting to grow as she sat there. — #chicks =trouble 22:49 Sat May 27 2017
Pollenpaw looked around, her yellow eyes bright and wide as she took in the sights of the camp. She stretched, letting her paws stretch out as she opened her jaws in a long yawn. Flicking an ear, she sat up straighter and kneaded the ground with her paws, itching for something to do. apollo here comes justice! 21:07 Sun Jun 4
Morningpaw gave up pacing and sat down, looking dull. He twitched slightly. What is wrong with me lately? He had been feeling off, he snapped a lot more because everything seemed a million times more annoying than ever before, he felt tired most of the time and wanted to murder someone. It must be a full moon. A thought he hated came to his mind; a thought that appeared often. Was he angry because he was blind? Most cats, besides Dapplepaw, seemed to think he was weaker and lesser than everyone else, even though he was just as good as them, maybe better! Shut up, mind! You're stupid!" ~Patchfeather~ 20:49, June 6, 2017 (UTC)
"I just saw you walking around, and I thought I might talk to you." Pollenpaw suddenly felt nervous and awkward, a feeling she usually got when she spoke to someone. "I-I mean, unless you want to be left alone, that's fine. I get that." apollo here comes justice! 00:42 Wed Jun 7
"I don't care what you do, go, stay, if you please," Morningpaw mewed, sounding more relaxed. He tried to sound confusing - did he want her to stay or go? He didn't even know. ~Patchfeather~ 00:50, June 7, 2017 (UTC)
(ive been sooo busy)Orchidsnow sat alone again, Aspenflower had been with Ravenwing again. That warrior was an odd one..getting the deputy's attention. My name is Lord Voldemort 00:58, June 7, 2017 (UTC)
"...I guess I'll stay." Pollenpaw took a seat. "How have things been going?" she asked, still feeling awkward as hell but trying to distract herself from it. apollo here comes justice! 01:10 Wed Jun 7
"Okay, I guess." Pollenpaw rubbed her eyes, looking a bit tired. "I haven't seen my siblings in a while. Maybe they've gone out hunting without me or something." She twitched her whiskers. apollo here comes justice! 11:14 Wed Jun 7
Pollenpaw seemed to perk up, her eyes brightening. "Good idea! I'll go do that!" She quickly whirled around and sped off out of the camp, on a hunt for her siblings. She was confident they hadn't gone very far; with any luck, they'd probably be together in the same spot. apollo here comes justice! 02:27 Thu Jun 8
"Okay, bye," Morningpaw waved his tail in farewell, feeling a little brighter. He kinda helped Pollenpaw, right? She might find her siblings now... he didn't know if what he said was helpful or not, but it felt good at least! It made him feel oddly fulfilled. He realized he liked helping cats, maybe he could help the medicine cat sometimes, or help the queens watch their kits. (now that he feels kinda happy someone must bring him down) ~Patchfeather~ 03:32, June 8, 2017 (UTC)
Pollenpaw soon broke into a jog, weaving around the tall trees as she went on her search. She inhaled deeply, wondering whether they'd planned to come back later or if they were still outside at that moment. She soon slowed her pace, growing short of breath, and finally came to a stop. She'd come quite a ways from the camp and decided to sniff around before she went further. apollo here comes justice! 12:49 Sun Jun 18
Dipperpaw had been out all day, wandering around the territory and hunting to her hwarts content. Now she lay in a small patch of grass dozing and catching her breath. Meanwhile, Swiftpaw sits in camp cleaing his gorgeously long and sleek pelt. He had cleaned it two times before now he was making sure it was completely clean. As he went to stand up somebody bowled him over, a cloud of dust flying up around him. "Hey watch it you freak!" He growled. My name is Lord Voldemort 20:06, June 18, 2017 (UTC)
Sycamorepaw had been sleeping lightly just outside of the apprentice's den, wanting to sun herself in the pale light. In the past few months, she had grown quite a bit. She was starting to look more and more like a warrior, her features had lost their soft, kitten roundness and had been replaced by sharper features. The young cat lifted her head to see if her mentor had been around anywhere. — #chicks =trouble 06:52 Sat Aug 19 2017
Rosepetal scoured the terrain, she was only looking for a bit of what was it Rooknose had told her, something the she-cat called Morning Star. She said it helped with her migraines. She wasn't totally sure what it smelt or looked like but knew it was rare. Rooknose had only ever found it once. The ginger molly sniffed, wrinkling her nose. She had reached the border to SummerClan, it was faint and barelt smelt of them anymore. Did they quit patrolling? My name is Lord Voldemort 06:58, August 19, 2017 (UTC)
Something in Sycamorepaw's gut told her that Rosepetal might be in trouble. So, she decided to leave camp to find the older she-cat. It took her some time to find her mentor's scent, and to her her gut feeling, there was another scent but it was very faint. That's weird man, the apprentice thought as she trudged along. Soon, Sycamorepaw saw her mentor and called out to her. — #chicks =trouble 21:42 Sat Aug 19 2017
Dapplepaw had made it her regular thing to follow Otterdance around, seeing that she hadn't seen or trained with her mentor in quite a while. She admired the tom as a warrior, despite his edge of arrogance and disliking of working in precipitation. Through and through, he was a decent warrior, and willing to allow Dapplepaw to act as his shadow.Silverstar 22:55, August 19, 2017 (UTC)
Morningpaw crept through the the undergrowth, blind eyes locked on a mouse. Carefully, he set each paw down at a time, whiskers tense and sensing the smallest movement around him, his ears pricked and twitching, picking up the sounds of other little prey scuffling through the undergrowth around him. He closed his eyes and prayed. StarClan... if you're up there... stay out of my way. ~Patchfeather~ 23:40, August 19, 2017 (UTC)
Rosepetal lifted her head as the call of another cat reached her ears. She turned and saw the tortoiseshell pelt of Sycamorepaw. "Sycamorepaw," the tall warrior gave a call back. My name is Lord Voldemort 04:29, August 20, 2017 (UTC)
Bramblefoot padded quietly through the rival Clans territory, hoping to find an extra squirrel for his hunt. Burdockpaw padded after him, glancing around through narrowed blue eyes. Bramblefoot had never had much respect for borders, and he was keen on passing it to his apprentice. Bramblefoot's light paw froze as he stepped on a twig that snapped. Burdockpaw stood up on her hindlegs, waving her paws wildly around. "Shhhh! We have to be stealthy! I'll smack your teeth out if you make a peep!" she hissed in a bad imitation of Bramblefoot's voice, recalling his words to her earlier.
Morningpaw wiggled with excitement and sprang, when the sound of a twig snapping made him lose focus on his prey and he landed a full foot short. The mouse scuttled away as he sat up, spitting dirt out of his mouth. Dammit! what made that sound? Crap, crap, crappy, damn crap! ~Patchfeather~ 03:02, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
Orchidsnow say beside Asterpelt, his pelt knotted and such. "Honestly, Orchid I don't see how you can let your pelt get this way." She scolded as she tugged a knot. He hissed. "Well I have an apprentice to train and I'm just busy." She sniffed. She could have her pelt clean and unmnotted as well as patrols done.
Rooknose stood gently shaking her head she headed out of camp, shr hadn't expecting to find the flower. Afterall she had only found it when she had first become medicine cat apprentice. She walked through the territory, head down slightly avoiding the light. My name is Lord Voldemort 08:59, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
"Lemme go off alone!" Burdockpaw begged quietly to her mentor who rolled his eyes. "That may not be wise." Burdockpaw rolled her eyes. "You're never wise! Snails are wiser than you! So are clouds!" Letting out a hiss of annoyance, Bramblefoot agreed. "Fine, but don't be seen or wander too far." Burdockpaw stomped silently away, muttering. Bramblefoot shook out his pelt, fighting off a fresh wave of annoyance, continuing on the path he had chosen. ~Patchfeather~ 14:44, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
Really, having Dapplepaw follow him around boosted his ego, although she did get on his nerves. He understood that she was nothing but a kid lacking her mentor, but... "Otterdance, can I watch you when you go on patrol?" The little tortoiseshell tabby asked quietly, peering up at him hopefully. With a small sigh, the pointed tom couldn't help but to agree to allow her to tag along.Silverstar 14:45, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
(Mind if we do the Blossom obssession now?) Rooknose hissed irratbly and stoppes for a minute covering her eyes. Why was this damn flower sorare? My name is Lord Voldemort 15:05, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
(yeah, sure) Dapplepaw grinned widely and bounced lightly on her delicate paws, excitedly waiting for Otterdance to lead the way. With a dramatic sigh, the warrior turned and lead the apprentice out of camp, his head held low as he walked out of camp.Silverstar 15:17, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
Blossomface lurched forward nearly pushing Dapplepaw to the side. This was her chance! "Otterdance," the molly purred. Her pelt rubbing against his too affectionately. My name is Lord Voldemort 15:27, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
Letting out a squeak of surprise and shock, Dapplepaw tumbled backwards. She didn't weigh much because of her dainty build, so it was no surprise that she fell over. Otterdance let out a disgusted hiss and shoved the molly away. "Get off of me! I don't need you rubbing your stench all over my coat, it already took hours to clean it!"Silverstar 15:32, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
Dipperpaw saw her sister stumble and narroeed her eyes. That molly better help her up! Blossomface did no such thing. Otterdance shoving her away only made her much more determined. "Its absolutely stonishing. Your clean coat." Unlike her knotted one. My name is Lord Voldemort 15:36, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
"Yeah, I know, now leave me alone." Otterdance growled with a warning flash of his teeth. He nudged Dapplepaw back onto her paws, who dizzily shook the dust off of her pelt.Silverstar 15:47, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
She tried once more, shoving herself between Otterdance and the child. What was her Dapperpaw? She shrugged at that. "Love will prevail Otterdance," she told him grinning. My name is Lord Voldemort 15:54, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
"I already told you to back off!" The moody snowshoe snarled, raising a paw in the flash and smacking it across her face. Dapplepaw watched in shock, and took mental notes: never get too close to Otterdance.Silverstar 15:57, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
She felt her head snap to the side and could sense some blood rising to the surface. Why this insolant tom! She snarled angrily and flexed her clsws now shoving the apprentice aside as she lurched at the warrior.
Finally, some action! With a bitter hiss, Otterdance outstretched his claws to clash with the tortoiseshell warrior as she attacked him. Dapplepaw, on the other hand, yelped and backed away from the fighting warriors. She could already smell blood, and immediately felt sick to her stomach.Silverstar 16:23, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
Blossombreeze hissed and slashed her claws at his eye, give him wounds that will show him! She bared her yellow fangs and continued her attack on him.
The yowls and growls were by Sorrelstar, who was talking with a young warrior about borders. She turned and gave a high screech yowl to stop. "Enough!" My name is Lord Voldemort 16:26, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
Seeing her attack coming, Otterdance swiftly ducked his head to take her blow on his forehead instead of his eyes, raking his claws across her belly in turn. At Sorrelstar's call, he quickly kicked off the she-cat to split himself away from her. His patterned fur was puffed out, and he hissed furiously at her before awaiting Sorrelstar's speal.Silverstar 16:29, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
Sorrelstar seethed as she stomped closer eying both cats, Blossombreeze huffed and stood back. "What the hell is going on?" She hissed, Dipperpaw watched. This was the first time her mother had actually cared. Wow. My name is Lord Voldemort 16:38, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
"She was being all creepy and trying to get fresh with me," Otterdance muttered, his eyes cold as they rested on the warrior. "I told her to back off, but she kept on creeping on me. So, I smacked her to make her get away from me."Silverstar 16:41, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
Morningpaw hurried back to camp after hearing something that sounded an awful lot like fighting. The scent of a new cat washed over his nose. He stumbled to his siblings with flat ears. "What's going on?" he demanded quietly. ---- Bramblefoot paused as he scented a cat nearby. He froze stiff, hiding behind some bracken in hopes that might work. ~Patchfeather~ 20:38, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
Dapplepaw swallowed. Her mother was actually talking to her? Would she even believe her? Dapplepaw hadn't spoken to her in moons, not since kithood. "...Otterdance was attacked by Blossombreeze. He warned her and pushed her away, so she shoved me around and attacked him in return."Silverstar 21:04, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
For a moment Morningpaw's eyes stared to where he pin-pointed the she-cats scent, full of hatred. She SHOVED Dapplepaw? He was so angry he couldn't even make himself move to attack the rat and instead stood beside his sister trembling with rage. ~Patchfeather~ 21:25, August 21, 2017 (UTC)
Sorrelstar turned to Blossombreeze angrily. "Leave." She stated in a cold voice. "Lest I won't stop my warriors from finishing your worthless body off." She snarled standing tall. Blossombreeze hisses and turned fleeing. She knew what Clan that would take her in. She raced past the changing trees and into SpringClan's territory. My name is Lord Voldemort 11:31, August 22, 2017 (UTC)
Rowanshadow sat in camp, thoughtfully watching a leaf flutter in the wind. She had already gone hunting and went patrolling, so she didn't know what to do now. I guess... relax..? Have I ever relaxed before? ~Patchfeather~ 14:19, August 23, 2017 (UTC)
Chest puffed out, Otterdance glared at Blossombreeze in a proud and triumphant way. Hah, he won! Dapplepaw glanced at Morningpaw, feeling somewhat relieved to see him again. Sure, he was blind, but she always felt safer when he was around.Silverstar 15:28, August 26, 2017 (UTC)
Dipperpaw had been pushed back by Morningpaw from Dapplepaw's side and was hurt, just mentally. She narrowed her eyes and sharply turned from camp. She understood the two were close but they acted like her, Swiftpaw, and Sycamorepaw weren't even there. My name is Lord Voldemort 20:39, August 26, 2017 (UTC)
Sycamorepaw ran over to her mentor. "I was looking for you in camp, but, I couldn't find you! No one knew where you were," the apprentice said. She looked around and saw that they were near the SummerClan border, but, she couldn't smell anything. "What happened to SummerClan? Are they not patrolling anymore?"
Ravenwing exited the warrior's den. Ever since he'd spent more time with Aspenflower, the tom could see that some of his Clanmates returned to giving him odd glances. He sensed that they didn't understand why him, of all cats in all honesty, would be hanging around with the Clan's deputy. He didn't mind them so much though, he enjoyed Aspenflower's company and was currently looking for her.
Badgerfang watched as his former apprentice walked around camp in a daze of some sort. I'll never understand that cat, the bicolour tom thought. He wiped a paw over his ear before looking around camp for something to do. — #chicks =trouble 08:03 Mon Aug 28 2017
Rosepetal turned just as Sycamorepaw ran up. "I'm not sure." Just then a small patrol of SummerClan cats led by Skinkfang strolles up to the border. The new deputy gave the ginger warrior and her apprentice a sidelong glance before marking the borders. He cast Rosepetal a glare as if to warn her to stay ofd their territory.
The deputy strolled into camp. Her pelt ruffled after checking to see if Blossombreeze had gone and of course the molly had fled. She shook her head and sighed nearly bumping into Ravenwing. "Oh, are you alright?" She asked, seeing his dazed look. My name is Lord Voldemort 10:42, September 11, 2017 (UTC)
Deerflower jogged back into camp with four mice in her jaws, all of them dangling by their tails. She'd just gone out for a walk, but found herself in the right place at the right time; just as the mouse family was emerging from their den. She dropped them on the pile and went to find her former mentor, Boulderfoot. StarClan only knows where he's off to. He's so active in Clan life, I'm starting to wonder if he just begged Sorrelstar to let him sleep in the empty elders den to get away from the rest of us warriors! She chuckled, twitching her whiskers at the thought. As she suspected, when she poked her head into the elder's den, Boulderfoot was no where to be seen. Gone fishing, probably. — ferk was here 20:22, 09/13/2017
Sorrelstar sat in her den, Swiftpaw beside her. "You went with Aspenflower to check for that cat?" She asked her son, gaze piercing. "Yes, mother. She's gone to SpringClan." The apprentice said. My name is Lord Voldemort 20:33, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
Dapplepaw trotted after the ill-tempered Otterdance eagerly, while the pointed tom felt his chest swell with pride. Recently, the apprentice had been acting as his shadow, following him from point to point like some sort of admirer. He didn't enjoy the lack of personal space, but being some sort of role model made him feel like AutumnClan's greatest warrior. Dapplepaw, however, admired the warrior little to none. She found him lazy and self-absorbed, but she was uninterested in remaining in camp. After all, she hadn't seen her mentor in approximately a moon, and wasn't at all interested in seeing her mother or aggressive brother, Swiftpaw.Silverstar 22:30, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
Sorrelstar nodded dismissing the bi-colored tom. Swiftpaw loped from her den going to the fresg-kill pile. The tabby leader flicked her ears as she thought. My name is Lord Voldemort 06:32, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Ravenwing let out an 'oomph' as he felt someone run into him. After collecting himself he noticed it was Aspenflower which made his ears burn with embarrassment. "H-hey Aspenflower, did that cat leave our territory?" The pointed tom asked, shuffling his paws a little bit.
Sycamorepaw watched as the SummerClan deputy marked his border and looked at them. The apprentice stood a little taller when he did so, as she was slowly becoming more confident in herself and her skills. She turned back to Rosepetal to say, "Well, I wish something would be done about their deputy. He's too cocky for his own good". — #chicks =trouble 09:08 Thu Sep 14 2017
Aspenflower fluffed her thick pelt. "Yeah, she went off into SpringClan territory. She's their problem now." She stated with a shrug.
Rosepetal sniffed and watched them leave Skinkfang in the lead as he trotted with his tail held high and crossed over a hill before they disappeared. "He sure is." She muttered. My name is Lord Voldemort 09:30, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Pinefang and Bonetail walked into camp, carrying a pheasant between the two of them. Pinefang had her snake-like eyes open in a slit, looking annoyed as usual. Bonetail, on the other hand, was much more spry, and pranced a little as she walked and lashed her fluffy tail.
Bonetail had high hopes for their warriorship. She hoped to find a kind mate, have a bunch of kittens, and live a happy, calm life. She had high hopes for Pinefang, too--her best friend was cynical, easily annoyed, and not very patient. She was also rather pessimistic, but she was still pretty! Her yellow eyes really stood out against her dark pelt, and she had very graceful features. Maybe they could both get mates, and have litters together! Bonetail crinkled her eyes in a content expression at the thought. That would be so cool!
Pinefang trudged, turning her head slightly to glance at Bonetail. Sure, Bonetail was her best friend, but damn she was too peppy. Pinefang guided her over to the fresh-kill pile, where she dropped off the pheasant, and immediately turned. "I'm going out for a little bit, I'll see you later," she called to Bonetail, who nodded in response. Pinefang paused by the entrance to camp, looking to see if any other warriors wanted to go out with her. Maybe I can get Bonetail off my back about being antisocial if I make some other friends. —Leggy 17:28, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Swiftpaw finished grooming his silky bi-colored pelt before be stood. Sorrelstar had mentioned doing their ceremony to Aspenflower earlier, they were eight moons. Maybe she wanted her children to proove they were ready for their warrior names now. He stood and headed to the camp's exit passing Pinefang. The black-and-white apprenitce held his tail high, still very egotistic since the day he was born. My name is Lord Voldemort 17:35, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Pinefang watched Swiftpaw head out of camp ahead of her, and quickly trotted over to catch up with him. "Hey, are you going hunting?" she asked, keeping in pace with him. "Do you mind if I come along?" She felt uncomfortable for sure, because she rarely talked to anyone other than Bonetail, but maybe a kid was a good start. —Leggy 17:41, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
"Sure but remember I'm the one in charge." He said snootily. He gave his tail a few quick lashes and nodded firmly, his gaze landing on the older cat. My name is Lord Voldemort 17:46, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Pinefang flattened her ears, crinkling her nose a little bit. What the-? Is this was kids are like? I'm never having kits. Realizing she had nobody else to go with, Pinefang just nodded, agreeing to the apprentice's terms. "Where are we heading?" she asked, quickening her pace a little bit. —Leggy 17:50, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
"I don't know about you but I'm gonna check out some fish in the stream." He licked his jaws as he thought of the juicy fish. He quickened his steps wanting to get there quicker. My name is Lord Voldemort 17:55, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Pinefang nodded, now feeling very inadequate. Uh I haven't fished since I was an apprentice....crap, she thought, now jogging to the stream with him. "Um, I think I'm going to scope out the trees by the stream. I'm sure there'll be some birds for me to catch."
Meanwhile, in camp, Bonetail sat by the freshkill pile, scanning the camp. There was a very plump vole on the top of the pile, and although she was very hungry, it would be too much for her. Normally she would share with Pinefang, but she saw her scamper out of camp with Swiftpaw, so now the pretty molly had to look around for someone else. —Leggy 17:59, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Swiftpaw snorted at her hesitant answer and saw the bright sparkle of the stream. "Whatever floats your leaf," he saud as he perchrd on the bank tail curling around his paws.
Wolfstorm sat with Pinestorm a look of disgust on his face. "You really ate that stuff," he mewed wrinkling hid nose. Pinestorm held her head high. "Well a dare is a dare, brother. Besides you were to scared to even go into the yard." My name is Lord Voldemort 18:05, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
(this is kinda random but Morning needs sorta a girlfriend who'll leave him or die soon. I don't remember if there was one planned, but yeah) Morningpaw had gone out to hunt and had picked up the trail of a fox. His fur spiked with excitement as a thought grew in his head. Wouldn't it be awesome to drive a fox off AutumnClan territory, alone? Maybe he'd be made a warrior. I doubt it, but it sounds cool. Orchidsnow has taught me enough battle moves, I think. I can do this! ~Patchfeather~ 18:35, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Whatever floats your leaf? I'm not even that old, how do I not know these phrases? Pinefang thought, flattening her ears. Whatever. When the apprentice took off for the stream, Pinefang stayed back, in the denser forest. She crouched down on the forest floor, waiting for avian activity above her.
Bonetail glanced over at Pinestorm and Wolfstorm, wondering what they were up to. Deciding she could probably share with one of them, or just eat it all herself, Bonetail grabbed the vole and headed in their direction, sitting down a little ways away from them to observe. —Leggy 19:28, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
(Uh I don't know if I have any ladies that aren't Morning's sisters tbh) Swiftpaw watched, he did his best to live up to the name he was given. Swift when he hunted or trained in battle moves. The black-and-white tom watched as a trout swam below him, his shadow hiddrn by the sun facing him. He raised a paw and swiftly swiped it through the water, the silver glint of the fish's scales glittered before it arced back down. Mouse-dung! He had swiped the wrong way. He crouched and leapt after the fish his body arcing in the air. Luckily his jaws clamoed tightly on to the fish, some of its blood drippling down his white jaws. He landed in the shallow part of the stream, pride radiating from his pelt.
Pinesorm huffed. "Oh please!" She said swiping at his ear, the tabby-and-white warrior ducked giving her a gentle push. "Your just scared that you'll get caught." She teased. The tom rolled his eyes. "Not in the least." He replied. He had seen Bonetail move from the corner of his eye and glanced her way. Pinestorm's eyes glittered mischeviously as she gave him a look. "Look's like you habe admirer." The tom's sister said with small laugh. "I'll catch you later, brother." The tabby-and-white she-cat bounded off to their white sister, who dozed in the sun. He knew why she had ran off and scowled after her. My name is Lord Voldemort 21:25, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Craning his neck, Otterdance glanced over his shoulder at Dapplepaw and her bouncy gate, his ears lowering to near his skull. "Keep it down, for StarClan's sake! You're going to scare all the prey off before we even get to a popular hunting spot." He lowered his voice to a low mutter with a scowl on his features, turning away from the gentle apprentice and skulking onward. The little tortoiseshell tabby appeared offended, but she knew better than to take Otterdance's words to heart. He was just...an overall grump.
She moved after him with long and quick strides, cautious where she placed her paws and how much weight she put on them. Had to remain silent, keep a good distance, not look at him wrong...why was she even attempting to follow him anyways? Oh, right...her mentor was MIA, and she had a very limited amount of friends. Dapplepaw was slowly regretting picking Otterdance to shadow, especially because they were going hunting. She was a poor hunter because of her disliking for blood, which made her a horrible feline at best. Survival? She had no idea how she did it.Silverstar 21:55, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Swiftpaw grinned as he slowly clambered from the water, pelt radiating his pride. He was the best since ever. The bi-colored tom settled under a tree dropping the fish at his paws. He sniffed it before he bit a huge chunk from it and began chewing. My name is Lord Voldemort 07:36, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
Bonetail eyed Pinestorm and Wolfstorm, watching as they glanced at her and the she-cat walked away from her brother. Bonetail brushed it off, and glanced back down at the vole she had begun to eat. After a few bites, she looked up to see if Wolfstorm was still there, and if he was coming closer or remaining over there.
Pinefang had been waiting under the tree for Swiftpaw to finish fishing, as she had caught an old, plump crow a few minutes before. She watched as he approached another tree and plopped down, beginning to tear into the prey. "Wait!" she called, flattening her ears and standing up. "You can't do that, you're supposed to bring the prey back to the clan," she snapped, lashing her tail. Before she could continue to yell at him, or even separate him from the fish, two loud cats came crashing through the undergrowth.
Star and Sunset had been travelling for days, trying to find their littermate, Yarrow. He had gotten into an argument with their father and ran off, and although his scent was stale, they had an idea of where he had gone. The unfamiliar scent markings of the clans hadn't caught their attention, so now here they were, in the middle of AutumnClan territory, looking awfully dumb. Sunset had gone crashing through the bushes, popping into the clearing where these much bulkier, much meaner-looking cats sat. Star had followed her, although much more gracefully.
Pinefang flattened her ears, turning on the loners and backing up into a defensive position in front of the apprentice. "Who are you?" she hissed, allowing her long canines to slip from her lips and make her look poisonous. Star and Sunset immediately backed up, hoping to show they meant no harm. "Oh, uh, we got lost an-" Star began to explain, being cut off by another hiss from Pinefang.
"You two are coming with me, where Sorrelstar will deal with you," she sneered, standing to her full height and darting round them, to usher them back towards camp. With a glance at Swiftpaw, she added, "And you too. You're not getting off the hook either. Carry the fresh-kill with you and follow me." With her demand stated, she ushered the skinny loners back towards the heart of AutumnClan. —Leggy 19:58, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
Swiftpaw snorted and didn't move. Who did this cat think she was trying to boss him around? He didn't even listen to his own mother but yet she favored him over his siblings. "Right, you do that. Let me know when Sorrelstar actually punishes me." He takes another bite from the fish. "Besides StarClan won't care we aren't SplashClan and nobody eats fish." He laughed and twitched his tail.
Sorrelstar groomed her short pelt, yanking out knots. The leader had yet to announce she was expecting once more. She cast her sure gaze around to see her deputy with a slightly handsome tom. My name is Lord Voldemort 01:57, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Ravenwing nodded slowly as he listened. "That's good, she was a weird one - even weirder than me," the pointed tom replied. He had stopped nervously shuffling his paws as he stood near Aspenflower. Sure, he had seen they'd grown closer over the past few moons and slowly he was getting used to talking with someone as much as he did with the deputy. The tom looked around camp and briefly caught Sorrelstar's gaze before turning back to Aspenflower. "So, how's it been being Clan deputy? A bit easier since Sorrelstar started doing her duties again?" — #chicks =trouble 02:04 Sat Sep 16 2017
"Its been a tad easier, yes." She smiled and sat down, her tabby tail curling around her paws. "How are your warrior duties? Not too harsh I hope." She winked playfully at the pointed tom. My name is Lord Voldemort 02:06, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
"Patrolling has been good, I always enjoy stretching my legs on those," the tom answered whilst giving one leg a quick stretch. "Hunting has been pretty average, not really my strong spot I think." Ravenwing sat down across from the deputy, taking note of how much bigger she was than him. He looked like a god damn stick because of his distinctive looks. — #chicks =trouble 02:10 Sat Sep 16 2017
The gray tabby nodded. "Well in that case how about a patrol, just you and me." She smiles and cast her pale eyes around. A patrol sounded relaxing, well not a patrol just a small walk with Ravenwing. My name is Lord Voldemort 02:17, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Pinefang led the captives into camp, keeping her fur fluffed out to seem more wild and intimidating. And frankly, between that, her exposed fangs, and her bright yellow eyes, Sunset and Star were unsure of what situation they got themselves into. She stopped in the center of camp, ordering the two loners to remain still, while she scanned the assembling crowd for Sorrelstar.
Bonetail broke her focus from Wolfstorm to see her friend leading strangers into camp, and with a soft gasp, jumped to her feet and dashed to Sorrelstar. Running up to the leader, Bonetail panted: "Sorrelstar! Pinefang has captured loners. Come quick!" —Leggy 01:27, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Sorrelstar flattenes her ears at all the racker. She left her den, a slight look of angrr upon her face. "What's with all the racket?" She asked harshly. Her tabny tail flicking in irriation. Not too long after Swiftpaw entered the camp looking rathrr plump from his fish treat. He sat cleaning his paws, then his whole pelt watching all this. But I am the Chosen One 10:16, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Morningpaw returned to camp with a scratched up face, but held a thrush in his jaws. He failed to follow the fox scent because it led through a bramble thicket, resulting in his scratched up face, so he decided to hunt and caught this thrush, so hopefully no one would notice his scratches. He dropped the prey on the fresh-kill pile, then when the scent of thrush wasn't filling his nose, he picked up the scent of strange cat. He glanced around with narrowed eyes, trying to pinpoint them by smell. ~Patchfeather~ 14:16, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Mentally groaning at her discomfort, Dapplepaw hurried after Otterdance, only to come to a skidding halt as he slowed his pace. The pointed warrior had discovered something ahead. He immediately dropped himself to the ground, cautiously moving forward like an unsuspected shadow. He'd found a squirrel, oblivious to his presence as it scoured the earth for resources. In a flash, he leaped forward with his claws outstretched, causing Dapplepaw to flinch in alarm and turn her head away.Silverstar 15:50, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Swiftpaw finished grooming his pelt and shot towards his brother, roughly pushing him down. "What's that you got there Blindpaw?" He sneered rudely. But I am the Chosen One 16:48, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Bonetail flattened her ears at Sorrelstar's question, a little confused. "Well I just told you; Pinefang captured loners on our territory. She brought them to camp for you to deal with," she explained again, gesturing to the gathering hoard of cats in the center of camp.
Pinefang waved her tail at Sorrelstar, spotting her now exiting her den. She could tell the loners weren't malicious, but she was still going to keep a close eye on them until something was done with them. Will Sorrelstar come down here to talk to them? she wondered, glancing at the pair.
Star and Sunset hunkered down, hoping that by crouching they didn't appear threatening to the strange group of cats. The two felt overwhelmed by the scents of all of these new cats gathering around them, and they both wondered what the hell they just got themselves into. —Leggy 19:51, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Sorrelstar cast her gaze onto Pinefang and Bonetail, obviously unimpressed. "Why didn't you let them pass through? They obviously don't want to be here." She said harshly. Swiftpaw pushed down harder on Morningpaw. "Nothing to say eh Blindpaw? That's what Sorrelstar should have named you." But I am the Chosen One 20:31, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Pinefang flattened her ears at her leader's critique. "Our general rule was to never allow any cat through our territory. If they wished to just pass through, then they wouldn't have come into our land," the warrior retorted, a little bit snide.
Sunset crouched a little lower than her brother, while Star straightened up a little bit, clearing his throat. He realized quickly that he was easily the tallest cat here, and decided to rise to full height, to appear more dominant. "Ve are trying to locate our broth-er, who vas travelling this direction avout two moons ago. Ve have come vrom a clowder about two moons to the vest, and a vamily of strong hunting abilities, al-tho you can see by our litheness, we are no vighters. Ve vere hoping to stay here for a moon or so, to reestablish vhere ve need to tra-vel next," he meowed confidently, hoping the leader accepted his proposal. —Leggy 20:57, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Sorrelstar snapped her gaze to Pinefang. "As long as they pass through its completely fine." The leader hissed fluffing her pelt. Swiftpaw looked back at Sorrelstar. "Catch you later Blindbat!" He squeezed through the cats to see his mother, looking rather angry. A fight! Yes! The tabby leader turned her harsh gaze on the tall tom. "You may stay but you must learn our customs and follow them." She said. "If you agree to do so then you may." She had pushed past Pinefang, completely ignoring her. But I am the Chosen One 21:17, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
"Get back here, stupidface!" Morningpaw yowled, charging after Swiftpaw, but got lost in the crowd of cats. With an angry hiss, he went back to where he was seated, and glared at the ground, digging his claws in and picturing it was Swiftpaw's stupid face. ~Patchfeather~ 21:24, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Swiftpaw just barely heard the blind apprentice's retort. Stupidface? What kind of insult was that? The bi-colored tom snickered and stood off to the side cleaning his pelt again. But I am the Chosen One 22:01, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Ravenwing lit up at the proposed patrol. "That would be amazing," he replied standing back up and having a quick stretch. "Would you like to lead the way, deputy?" — #chicks =trouble 09:42 Mon Sep 18 2017
Aspenflower grinned. "Of course," the gray tabby leading the way from camp just as Rosepetal came into camp with Sycamorepaw. "If you two don't mind, Starlingpaw and I would like to join for part of the patrol." Aspenflower smiled. "That's fine by me." She said leaning towards the pointed tom, her shoulder brushing his. But I am the Chosen One 09:50, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Pinefang flattened her ears as Sorrelstar hissed at her, taken aback by how rude her leader had become. The hot-headed warrior restrained herself from lashing out as Sorrelstar walked past her all haughtily. Why had she gotten so angry? I'm repeating the rules held in place by all groups of cats. You aren't supposed to cross into another's territory, even if you're just "passing through". She sniffed, miffed, and turned away, lashing her tail as she headed back to the warrior's den.
Sunset and Star watched the encounter between the two, suddenly questioning if this was the right place to stay. If this was one clan, were there others with less hostility? Perhaps, thought Star, watching as Sorrelstar pushed in front of the warrior who had guided them to camp. He flattened her ears at her bluntness, and leaned away from her. "Er, parehaps," he meowed, curling his tail neatly around his paws. "Vhat are thees 'customes'?" he asked.
Sunset, a little more relaxed, sat upright as well, but kept her claws unsheathed, just in case. She glanced uncertainly around the crowd, and noticed a young cat angrily digging his claws into the dirt. She wondered if he was angry at their presence, and quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't seen her stare. —Leggy 21:47, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Swiftpaw snickered ar Pinefang before he loped towards a shady area and curled up for a nap.
Sorrelstar waved them forward and led them to her den. "We follow a code, the Warrior Code, to be exact. Its how we live our everyday lives. What I'll do is I'll assign you both mentors and you may train as apprentices to learn our ways. Apprentices normally are six moons but seeing as you don't know our ways its best. You'll nest in the Apprentices' den until your mentors deem you ready to be full membersnof our Clan." The tabby said, Rooknose sat off to the side watching. She knew that Sorrelstar had been a bit rude to Pinefang and hoped the warrior would let it go. The tabby-and-white medicine cat loped to the enraged warrior. "Don't take it to heart. We all know you were following the code." But I am the Chosen One 21:58, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Pinefang shot a sharp hiss at Swiftpaw, really hoping that she'd have a chance to practice attle moves with him soon. As she stormed to the wariror's den, she imagined what it'd be like to slash at his face, when she felt a gentle nudge to her shoulder. Bonetail and Rooknose had come over to her. Pinefang sighed at Rooknose's words, nodding. "I won't take it to heart, I'm just frustrated by our misguided leadership at the moment," she confessed, flattening her ears in distress. Bonetail moved next to Pinefang, pressing against her comfortingly. She gave her a few licks on her torn ears, like a mother comforting a kit. —Leggy 22:02, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Rooknose nodded and stepped back, the slight pounding in her head telling her to nap once more. She mumbled a quick goodbye and slowly made her way from the den closing her eyes against the harsh lights, bumping into someone along the way. But I am the Chosen One 22:08, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Pinefang and Bonetail nodded as Rooknose said goodbye and headed back to her den, and the duo continued into the warrior's den. Bonetail made sure Pinefang was in a nest and asleep before she headed back out to finish the vole she had started to eat earlier. The ticked tabby headed back to her spot, where she noticed Wolfstorm again. Feeling bold, she picked up her vole and walked over to him, sitting across form him. "Hi Wolfstorm," she greeted warmly, crouching down to take a bite. —Leggy 22:15, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Wolfstorm glanced up, a bit awkwardly and shyly. "Oh -er hello!" He exclaimed then flinched. Nice going bird-brain. Just scream at her. Er - sorry." He muttered. But I am the Chosen One 22:21, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Bonetail flinched when Wolfstorm raised his voice suddenly, and gave him a bewildered look. However, her fright vanished when he apologized, and she laughed softly instead. "It's alright. You sounded excited," she teased, flicking her tail playfully. "Did you watch the commotion with the loners?" she asked, hoping to get a conversation rolling with the tom. —Leggy 22:48, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
"I listened in on some. Is your friend alright? I know Sorrelstar wa a bit harsh on her." He ssid concerned, his yellow eyes lighting with concern. But I am the Chosen One 22:59, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Bramblefoot was hunting in AutumnClan once again. He had rolled in dead leaves before leaving his territory to cover up most of his scent. They're too dumb to realize I'm even here. ~Patchfeather~ 23:35, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Bonetail nodded, swallowing her bite of vole. "Yeah, Pinefang's too tough to let Sorrelstar really get to her," she confirmed, glancing back at the heart of camp. Seeing that the sun was beginning to set, she tried to think of something to do with Wolfstorm. After a few silent seconds, an idea came to her: "Oh! Do you want to go watch the sunset with me? I've been meaning to go out to the dead forest anyways, and we could catch some prey if anything's out there." —Leggy 00:26, September 19, 2017 (UTC)
Wolfstorm stood and could feel his pelt warming. "Yeah, that sounds fun." He said, excited not be sittinf around. Pinestorm had retired early saying she was going to patrol earlier than usual. But I am the Chosen One 00:30, September 19, 2017 (UTC)
Bonetail purred as she stood. "Great, let's head out then," she replied, discarding the remains of her vole and leading the tom out of camp. They mostly walked in silence from camp to the dead forest, where a fire had killed all of the trees years before. Some underbrush was beginning to grow back, but with the forest's elevated flank against WinterClan's mountainside, a view of the whole valley could be seen. Bonetail walked uphill, almost to the border, and climbed the standing half of an old tree that had burnt and broken. She perched on its wide trunk, waiting for Wolfstorm to follow. —Leggy 00:41, September 19, 2017 (UTC)
Bonetail snickered playfully when Wolfstorm took so long to get up there, but didn't hesitate to lean against him while they watched the sunset. They hung out there for a while, speaking only in murmurs and gentle laughs, and headed back to camp. On the way there, Bonetail decided to get straight to the point. "Do you like me?" she asked, stopping while they were walking. —Leggy 01:10, September 19, 2017 (UTC)
Wolfstorm stumbled a bit, shocked into silence. Did he? Of course he did but...could he tell her that? "I- uh y-yeah. Your nice and...attractive and uhm..." But I am the Chosen One 01:52, September 19, 2017 (UTC)
Bonetail nodded, cutting his stammering off. "Good to know," she chirped playfully, resuming their walk back to camp. When they entered the camp, she bid him goodnight and headed off to find Pinefang, to tell her about her night. —Leggy 01:14, September 21, 2017 (UTC)
Wolfstorm, his pelt warm, joined his sister. Pinestorm was eating a vole and jumped towards him. "So? How did it go?" He shrugged and stayed silent for a moment. "It was nice. We just watched the sunset." But I am the Chosen One 01:40, September 21, 2017 (UTC)
Dapplepaw awkwardly returned from camp, sneaking past a crowd of warriors. She had left to hunt on her own, seeing that she had since lost her mentor what felt like moons ago, and Otterdance had recently told her off. It was a shame, but at the same time, she was somewhat grateful. He was an annoying furball, anyways.Silverstar 02:12, October 13, 2017 (UTC)
Swiftpaw stood after his nap, stretching amd yawming. His green gaze bright, Sorrelstar had been in her den since the Pinefang thing and quite frankly he was happy that his mother favored him. Besides nobody else honestly like fish so it wouldn't matter. But I am the Chosen One 11:48, October 13, 2017 (UTC)
Morningpaw was sprawled outside the apprentices, blocking the pathway into the den with his eyes closed and tail flicking around boredly. He was still a little uncomfortable from the meeting earlier and for some reason felt like he was in trouble, even though he'd done nothing horrible and it had nothing to do with him. ~Patchfeather~ 14:56, October 17, 2017 (UTC)