The sun was just starting to set casting an eerie glow onto the forest, Morningfang stood in the clearing with heavy breathing. She had been out all day working on her battle techniques. Low blows, blows the neck, chest, back, legs. All of it. She was determined to be the strongest. She turned as the black tom walked into the clearing. "I caught some prey, we should head back now." Rookpaw said, his gaze downcast. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 01:32, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
Oilpaw let out a screech as he was thrown to the ground by a powerful swipe. He landed in a patch of nettles but ignored the stinging, bolting up right at once. He flew at his attacker, aiming for his shoulder, but the golden tabby veered away in a flash, and Oilpaw raced right past him, and he once again got a strong swipe on his flank, sending him skidding across the ground on his chest. "Your eyes gave you away," informed Lioncloud, licking a bit of dust off of his large paw. "Your enemy will know where you are aiming because your eyes lock to that spot. Look at a different area - for example," Lioncloud paused, resting his paw on his neck. "pretend you're going to go for the throat, then hit his shoulder." ~Patchfeather~ 02:18, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
Reedstar was laying peacefully next to his mate in the leader's den watching their two kits play. The leader had asked Oakheart to keep an eye on the Clan for the day, hoping that his brother would understand he wanted to spend some time with Magpienose and their kids. Of course, Oakheart had said he didn't mind and went about his duties leaving his older brother to his peace. The tabby leader was comfortable where he was, and he often took days like his to spend time with his growing family. Being a leader was hard, and he'd seen what it had done to his own father. Reedstar wanted to be there for his kids and most importantly Magpienose. They'd been through hell and back and he didn't want her to go through anything alone.
Magpienose was quite comfortable resting next to Reedstar. In fact, she had been slowly dozing off into an easy slumber. Since moving to the nursery, she'd begun having nightmares about something happening to her and leaving Reedstar alone to raise their kids. After a few restless nights leading up to the birth of Fallowkit and Dustkit, she had decided to move back to the leader's den so that she might rest easy. It had worked, and Reedstar hadn't minded. It had been a couple months since their kid's birth, and they were all doing well. A happy little family, including their uncle, Oakheart.
Oakheart had thrown himself into the position of deputy, to make his brother proud. The tabby tom had done alright for his young age, and he thought he was okay with it too. He'd sort of expected that every so often Reedstar would leave him in charge of everything since becoming a dad, as Oakheart had seen the worst of their father. The deputy never got along well with Cypressstar, and if he had to admit it, life had gotten so much easier since the former leader's passing. He also saw a relief in Reedstar and Magpienose too since the tom's passing. Oakheart was walking around camp, looking to assign cats to patrols. He needed to join one himself he thought. So he continued his little quest, seeing if any warriors were already keen for some work.
Meanwhile, Perentie was out hunting. The oddball she-cat had mainly kept to herself since joining ForestClan. If she had to be honest, she only did it to survive the harsher moons. In her mind, a big group of cats brought in more food instead of one out on her own. The tortoiseshell had been a loner most of her life, and most of that was spent, you guessed it, alone. She was having a little bit of a hard time adjusting to so many cats around her at once. — #garykingandtheenablers 02:57 Sun Feb 4 2018
Morningfang ducked landing beside the fern bush. Was that someone else she heard battling? Well at least she wasn't the only one but she did have tk admit she was one of the more skilled cats in battle training. Despite having on her nephee as an apprentice it was too easy. Some did say a family member training its own was weak but Morningfang was an excellent mentor to the black apprentice.
Rookpaw watched as she ducked behind the fern, he was exhausted and only wanted to get back to camp. However, he couldn't stop her training. It made her happy. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 03:05, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
"Get that look of your face!" Oilpaw complained, circling Lioncloud, who looked very amused. "Sure, I'm younger than you, and you've been a warrior longer than me, but you don't have to rub it in. My mentor never pays attention to me, so how should I know?" he ended his sentance in a faint growl. Lioncloud gently touched his tail to his little brothers flank, eyes full of sympathy. "You must tell Reedstar about this. You could always get a new mentor." A grin appeared on the golden tabby's face. "Maybe I could. I know it's not normal for family to mentor family, but you're battle-training has improved dramaticlly since I started helping you." Oilpaw shifted on his paws. Having Lioncloud as his mentor sounded really nice, but he felt a wave of guilt for his current mentor. It seemed... mean to him to say something bad about someone else. I know they aren't doing their job, but it still makes me feel bad. "We should get back to camp," Lioncloud murmured, giving the sky a glance, before leading Oilpaw away from the little clearing. ~Patchfeather~ 03:38, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
Morningfang dusted her pelt off, a small shake doing the job. "Come on let's hurry," the tortoiseshell said quickening her pace. Rookpaw hurried after her in a jog. His little paws kicking up dirt as he jogged after her. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 03:49, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
Lioncloud padded along the path with Oilpaw trailing behind. He pricked his ears when he heard rustling up ahead, then spotted Morningfang with Rookpaw. He raised his tail, calling a greeting. "Hello, Morningfang, Rookpaw." ~Patchfeather~ 03:59, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
Shifting that so her paws no longer hid underneath her chest, Cardinalflame's attention was half directed to the happenings outside of the warrior's den, and half on the thoughts of her deceased brother. It was today-- exactly a moon ago-- that her brother was killed on their journey to ForestClan, right before her own paws. Had she pushed herself harder in combat, would he be there with her? It felt like Kellogg had his life so perfectly planned out, and they had only just escaped the grasp of SpringClan's mysterious illness. But right before he could escape death, it snapped its jaws around Kellogg, snatching yet another brother from Cardinalflame. Death was a thief, and she was its victim.
Pushing herself upward with her hind legs, Cardinalflame exited the den in a semi-stretch with a ruffled and ungroomed coat. It looked like she'd just woken up from a horrible nightmare (which was true), with a groggy glaze over her pale optics, and a distasteful expression on her features. Maybe she'd be better off returning to bed and sleeping the day away.Silverstar 04:22, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
Oakheart had still been looking around camp for his patrol cats. He was about to enter the warrior's den to see if anyone was there, but, Cardinalflame emerged. His gaze caught on her appearance, and to him, it seemed as though something wasn't right. The tabby tom thought over it in his head about whether or not he should ask her if she's okay. Part of him was telling him yes, while another part was telling him it is none of his business. But, it seemed the former side one and the deputy slowly approached the ginger she-cat. "Hey, Cardinalflame, is everything alright? Did you want to talk about it?" He wasn't entirely sure what to do, but, as Clan deputy, he felt as though he should do something for her. — #garykingandtheenablers 04:46 Sun Feb 4 2018
Morningfang glanced up at the tabby warrior who haf called her name. "Lioncloud, Oilpaw." She held herself tall and proud, fierce even. Her gaze a bit cold to those she looked at. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 05:01, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
She wasn't expecting anyone to approach, really Cardinalflame anticipated that her rough appearance would drive everyone off, rather than draw someone in to ask her what was up. As if she believed the clan deputy was a hallucination, she blinked rapidly to clear her vision before narrowing her eyes. After confirming that it wasn't the catnip talking, the ginger warrior looked away from Oakheart, instead studying the foliage that dotted the horizon. "My brother died exactly a moon ago." She considered avoiding the topic entirely, but instead decided to be straight-forward with him. The situation with her family was different than everything else, it was a serious matter in the back of her mind, at least when it came to her brothers. No time to weave long stories full of lies.Silverstar 05:10, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
Oakheart had to try and hide his surprise at what was upsetting the warrior. It was something that he just couldn't imagine - losing his brother. The tom was quiet for a moment, noticing the distant look in Cardinalflame's body language. Again he had the inner turmoil to leave her be, but, it just wasn't him to do that. He wanted to try and help her if he could. "I'm sorry for your lose, Cardinalflame," was where he started. The tabby tom thought for another moment before adding, "would a little walk help maybe? Getting out of camp and stretching your legs?" Oakheart was utterly lost with what to do, so he thought about what happened when he lost his mother. His brother had taken him and Magpienose for a walk just to get out of camp for a while. — #garykingandtheenablers 05:34 Sun Feb 4 2018
"Hows training been?" asked Lioncloud, deciding to join them as they made their way back to camp. He glanced behind him to make sure Oilpaw was still trailing behind him. A flush of anger burned his pelt when he thought of the cat who mentored his brother, ignoring him. He deserves better. If he won't tell Reedstar, then I will. ~Patchfeather~ 06:13, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
"Same as usual, battle-hardy. Rookpaw will be ready for his battle when the time comes." Morningfang replied, a swift lash of her tail towards the other two cats. Rookpaw remained silent, he was a bit more anti-social than his battle-trained famed aunt. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 06:22, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
"That's great! Oilpaw's battle skills are getting sharper and sharper everyday," Lioncloud replied, a hint of pride in his mew. "I'm going to speak with Reedstar about changing his mentor. I know family usually doesn't mentor family, but I wonder if I'll be able to mentor him."
Morningfang gave a nod. "Your right they don't. Especially if a family member adopts them. I was lucky when Reedstar allowed me too train Rookpaw." The tortoiseshell replied. Rookpaw gave Oilpaw a tired look. "Tired. Ready to sleep." I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 06:45, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
Lioncloud nodded, giving her a curious glance. "Do you think I have a chance?" he asked, a trace of anxiety in his voice. He felt like he was the only one who could train Oilpaw to be the best warrior he could be.
Oilpaw patted Rookpaw lightly on the back with his tail, letting out a small mrrow. "You train really hard, you deserve some." It seemed like Morningfang trained him a lot. I wish I had her as my mentor! She's one of the best fighters! he thought, admiringly. I hope I'm one of the best fighters one day. ~Patchfeather~ 06:51, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
Morningfang looked over at Lioncloud. "I csn say you have a small sliver of a chance, Reedstar is more easy going thab Cypressstar was. So yes, maybe." She turned her head towards the horizon. They'd reach caml soon.
Relief flooded through Lioncloud like a cool wave. Just having someone telling him he had even the tiniest chance made him more confident. "I hope so! I'll ask at dawn tomorrow."
"Count yourself lucky!" Oilpaw murured. "I'd kill to have a mentor like that. The one I have is crappy. All she does is obsess over rocks and being pretty." ~Patchfeather~ 14:29, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
Morningfang touched her tail to his shoulder. "Don't sweat it, Lioncloud. Your a good warrior." The black apprentice shook his head sadly. "Who's your mentor? If you don't mind ne asking." I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 19:58, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
Lioncloud purred his thanks to the she-cat. Oilpaw wrinkled his nose as he spoke. "Daisypad," he growled the name, then felt guilty. "I mean, she's really kind, but she just doesn't seem to understand how important training an apprentice is! The last time she took me training was like a half moon ago. Lioncloud has been taking over since then." Why didn't you tell anyone about this sooner? he recalled Lioncloud's words only a few days ago. He couldn't find a way to answer his brother. It was hard to explain... it just... felt wrong. ~Patchfeather~ 20:26, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
"Morningfang takes me out everyday. She's too invested in the code not to. I mean if she'd been chosen, she'd make an excellent deputy." I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 21:34, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
"She'd be an awesome deputy," Oilpaw agreed, casting a glance up ahead to Morningfang. "I just hope Daisypad gets off her tail and helps me. I want to be the best fighter in the Clan one day," he mewed, puffing his chest out in pride when he finished. "Do you think I could join you and Morningfang training tomorrow?" he asked eagerly. ~Patchfeather~ 23:13, February 4, 2018 (UTC)
Morningfang answered Oilpaw before Rookpaw could. "Of course, we leave just before the sun rises." She ssid giving the apprentice a stern look. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 00:10, February 5, 2018 (UTC)
Oilpaw nodded, giving a little bounce of excitement. "I'll be the first one awake!" As they approached camp, he could already scent Daisypad, with her flowery scented fur. I wonder if she'll want to hunt. ~Patchfeather~ 00:25, February 5, 2018 (UTC)
The tabby tom's suggestion took Cardinalflame by surprise-- it wasn't common that most cats truly cared about the problems about others. Maybe he was faking it, but at least he went so far as to pretend. It seemed that more often others took the rough approached: so sad, too bad, move on. She didn't appreciate insensitivity, it made her feel as if she was talking to stone rather than a living breathing being. So, she took his offer into consideration, hesitating for a moment. Sleeping it off did seem more enjoyable...but that wouldn't force her mind to move along and get distracted. "I suppose a walk could make me feel better. Thanks for the suggestion." Where was Oakheart's brother, anyways? She understood, with her previous experience in SpringClan, that the deputy did a lot of the in-Clan interacting, but it seemed that he had a little more on his plate than usual.
Enero clung to the outskirts of camp, snaking along the edge until he made his way to the camp's exit. He avoided all contact as usual, personally finding his little 'quirks' to be too unusal to be good. Besides, cats always had too many questions. 'Where are you from', 'who's your best friend', 'what's your favorite color', things like that. And, shamefully, he could never answer, Enero could never remember.Silverstar 04:22, February 5, 2018 (UTC)
"Not a problem, I guess it's my duty to look out the Clan's members too," Oakheart smiled softly. "Would you be alright alone, or did you want some company? I'd be happy enough to accompany you, I'll just have to let Reedstar know that I'm heading out," the tabby tom added. He hoped that she was alright. It was in Oakheart's nature to be concerned for those around him, hell, he'd been his brother's stone for years as well as Magpienose's at times. Oakheart stood awaiting her reply, hoping that she wouldn't mind the company silently. But, of course he understood if she needed some alone time too. — #garykingandtheenablers 04:55 Mon Feb 5 2018
Morningfang split from the three cats, her goal to sleep heavy tonight for tomorrow's session. The tortoiseshell had barely hit her nest before she was out, asleep and snoring. The usual nightmares awaiting her. The death of her parents, killed by badgers. Her brother, killed by the sickness known as Greencough only moons before. Her sister, Newtfoot, in a tunnel collapse. They had never found Newtfoot's body and the worst of it all was Rookpaw's wails when he found out. Rookpaw had mellowed out greatly since then. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 07:42, February 5, 2018 (UTC)
Lioncloud decided to go to his nest as well. Curling up in his bedding, he had dreams of battles and leaping from mountains, winning everything and doing anything. --- Oilpaw padded over to his mentor, who was licking the earth off of a shiny stone, a half eaten mouse beside her. "Hey, Daisypad," he greeted. "Do you want to go hunting before bed?" Her bright eyes met his. "Oh, hi Oilpaw! Oh I don't know, I aleady went hunting today." ~Patchfeather~ 14:37, February 5, 2018 (UTC)
It was a kind offer, and she always appreciated the scarce thoughtfulness. As they said, misery did enjoy company...On top of that, Cardinalflame had observed the interactions Oakheart had with his brother and sister-in-code, and he definitely seemed like the supportive type. Maybe this was just what she needed, a friend of sorts. The ginger molly cracked a small smile at his offer, before slowly nodding her skull. "...I think some company could be helpful. Thank you, Oakheart."Silverstar 20:58, February 5, 2018 (UTC)
"Oh... okay, then. I guess I'll go to bed, Morningfang is taking me training tomorrow with Rookpaw tomorrow," he mewed, hoping that would give him a reaction. Maybe she'd join them, to see how well he fought. But Daisypad's eyes barely wavered from her stone. "M-kay." Crestfallen, Oilpaw turned and disappeared into the apprentices den, lying sprawled out in his nest. His disappointment left with a sudden bout of excitement when he remembered he was battle-training with Morningfang at dawn. ~Patchfeather~ 14:36, February 11, 2018 (UTC)
Morningfang woke at dawn the next morning, her tortoiseshell pelt was ragged and knotted from sleeping. The young warrior cleaned her pelt quickly then headed to the apprentices den. "Rookpaw, Oilpaw time to get up. We have a long day ahead of us." The dappled molly said sternly, shaking the two awake. She had briefly had some talk that Frostfur had given birth to her litter late last night to three healthy kittens; two females and a male. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 16:29, March 4, 2018 (UTC)
Oilpaw jumped out of his nest as soon as he heard Morningfang's voice. He hardly got much sleep last night, but he didn't even notice, bouncing up and down with excitement. "When do we go?" ~Patchfeather~ 23:09, March 4, 2018 (UTC)
Rookpaw wasn't so easy to rouse, Morningfang poked at the small black tom several times before she swatted his ear. "Up. You know the routine, Rookpaw." Today was special though, she would be assessing Rookpaw then she'd speak to Reedstar. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 00:00, March 5, 2018 (UTC)
"Come on, Rookpaw! Once you're up, you can beat me up!" Oilpaw chirped, then dashed out of the den and paced in circles by the camp entrance. This is going to be so fun! ~Patchfeather~ 13:36, March 5, 2018 (UTC)
Morningfang gave a swift flick of her tail her before she grabbed a vole and swallowed down half of it, sliding it towards the very drowsy Rookpaw. "Eat up. You'll need your energy. We're doing water tactics today." I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 16:50, March 9, 2018 (UTC)
Oilpaw hurried over to the fresh-kill pile and quickly ate a mouse. He wasn't hungry right now, but he'd need his strength! I'll catch extra for the elders later. "Can I do water tactics too?" ~Patchfeather~ 21:27, March 9, 2018 (UTC)