Shrewcloud sauntered out of the warriors den tabby pelt groomed and ready for her usual trouble-making fun. The molly trotted towards Bluemist, of course, she'd again try to get someone else involved. "Hey Bluemist! Mind joining me for a swim?" The tabby said a mischievous look on her face. She'd visit Morningfire once she got back.
Meanwhile, Salmonstream lifted his head at the cat's call. "No thanks," he said. "I'm just going to check on Asterpelt and Crowfrost." The tabby and white medicine cat said. My name is Lord Voldemort 02:13, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
Shrewcloud led the way out of camp, green eyes shining as she obviously led the way to the river. Another swim with the pale tom. He had become sort of like her haven in a way. Someone to talk too. She knew he wouldn't tell anyone. Heck, she wouldn't even tell anyone. My name is Lord Voldemort 14:48, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
Bluemist followed the tabby. He was growing more comfortable with Shrewcloud as the days went by, he could talk to her about things, hunt with her, swim, he actually considered her a friend. He hadn't had a friend since... ~Patchfeather~ 19:25, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
Duskstar stalked out of her den with a flustered look, her long fur unusually matted and ruffled. She wasn't sleeping well without her sister in the leader's den beside her, and Dawnstar's failing health kept her from sleeping. The ill twin was always on Duskstar's mind, and feared that she wouldn't pull through. But...StarClan would surely show her mercy, right?Silverstar 20:43, May 2, 2017 (UTC)
Shrewcloud leaped as she neared the water, landing in the small stream with a delighted giggle - almost like she was an apprentice again. "Don't you just the water!" She exclaimed, emerald gaze bright.
Salmonstream, meanwhile, sensed his leader's worry and stood to talk with her. He wasn't sure if Dawnstar would lose another life but he figured talking to Duskstar about it might help. "Duskstar," the medicine cat greeted his leader. My name is Lord Voldemort 02:17, May 3, 2017 (UTC)
Bluemist slipped into the stream, jolted by the cold, but got used to it soon enough. "Yeah, it's great! I might be a SplashClan cat, but swimming has never been my thing, I'm more like a squirrel. I can jump from one tree all the way to another!" Bluemist boasted, proud of his climbing skills. ~Patchfeather~ 14:37, May 3, 2017 (UTC)
Duskstar briefly looked up at the medicine cat as she passed, her gaze only flickering towards the tom for a heartbeat. "Hello, Salmonstream." She spoke in monotone, hiding away any and all emotion that could possibly linger in her voice. Duskstar pressed on, approaching her anxious deputy, who raised his head quickly.Silverstar 19:57, May 3, 2017 (UTC)
Salmonstream was going to tell her about Dawnstar but thought better of it. The tabby and white medicine cat glanced back at Dawnstar's sleeping form before he began to clean out any destroyed or bad herbs. My name is Lord Voldemort 13:42, May 4, 2017 (UTC)
Hickorynose kept his jaws locked shut as Duskstar mournfully passed by. The deputy secretly hoped for positive news on the leader's twin sister, but he refused to prod Duskstar. Besides, by the looks of he facial expressions, there was nothing positive to be shared with him.Silverstar 16:12, June 4, 2017 (UTC)
Burdockpaw followed Bramblefoot around as they hunted, babbling her head off. She just loved annoying her mentor. And it was funny to see him get so mad he missed a squirrel! "Burdockpaw, shut up!" he growled after he missed a sparrow. "That's no way to talk to an apprentice, mr!" he huffed, bopping his brown nose with her tail tip. "Why don't you go fishing?" he suggested. "Okay!" Burdockpaw instantly dashed off to the river. She loved the river, it was so clean, so fresh, she loved the feel of water around her, and fishing was fun.~Patchfeather~ 20:57, June 6, 2017 (UTC)
Raccoonpaw sulked back from his little "outing", chocolate colored fur spiked in agitation. He cast Hickorynose a passively-aggressive glance, which was more of a glare, as he passed by. The deputy paid no mind to the moody apprentice, he felt as if he was above the young tom. Raccoonpaw, on the other hand, was sick of being fed orders from Hickorynose whenever he got a chance to rest in camp. Let that deputy trip and plant his face in mud the next time he went out on a patrol with Duskstar!!Silverstar 22:25, June 6, 2017 (UTC)
Burdockpaw skidded to a halt beside the river, gasping from her intense run. She spotted a trout and without a thought, sprang into the water, ready to tackle it. ~Patchfeather~ 01:54, June 7, 2017 (UTC)
Shrewcloud giggled at Bluemist's remark. "Are you sure your a SplashClan cat?" She joked and nudged his shoulder while standing in the water, herpelt flexing slightly. My name is Lord Voldemort 20:15, June 18, 2017 (UTC)
Sedgepaw woke up with a wince, the cut on her side she recieved from that other cat flaring with pain. Part of her told her that she should stop training with Willowface, but, the other, more reasonable part of her brain told her not to out of fear. Slowly, she left the apprentice's den and while it appeared Salmonstream wasn't in his den, the young apprentice waited in there so that her mentor couldn't see her.
Thistleclaw had decided to spend some time with Aspenpelt. He noted how flat the she-cat seemed when the topic of kits came up. Like some of their other Clanmates, the tom knew about Aspenpelt's misfortune with her litters and while he had mentored one of her older daughters, the young cat hadn't earned her warrior name before dying. That was why after his current apprentice, Thistleclaw thought he would retire and get some rest after his years of service. — max #pkmnmaster 21:53 Sat Aug 19 2017
It appeared that Dawnstar had made somewhat of a recovery, which ultimately brightened Duskstar's mood and allowed her to return to her normal self. In fact, the injured twin was actually struggling around outside that day, supported by Duskstar's brawny shoulder and uplifting words. Now, the recovering leader sat below the High ????? as Duskstar prepared a ceremony. Those apprentices had been waiting for far too long. Lifting her muzzle, the twin summoned her Clan with a simple call.
"I, Duskstar, leader of SplashClan, 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." The tabby allowed her gaze to fall onto said apprentices. "Batpaw, Sunpaw, Skipperpaw, Daisypaw, and Beetlepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. Batpaw, from this moment you will be known as Batwing. Sunpaw, from this moment you will be known as Sunfire. Skipperpaw, from this moment you will be known as Skipperfang. Daisypaw, from this moment you will be known as Daisycloud. Beetlepaw, from this moment you will be known as Beetlesplash. StarClan honors your dedication and patience, and we welcome you as full warriors of SplashClan."Silverstar 23:03, August 19, 2017 (UTC)
Batwing and Sunfire both cast mischevious glances at each other then puffed their furry chests out proudly. Salmonstream's litter however actedas they usually did, calm and collected. Skipperfang proudly looking at his other siblings who held a similary proudness to them. "Reckon we'll do great at the vigil tonight," Daisycloud said to his sister and brother. "Well if course!" Beetlesplash said excitedly.
Salmomstream stood proudly off to the side, the Clan knew of his kittens. He had been mares with Ruby beforehe was chosen as medicine cat - Ruby had died right before he could tell her. Some disagreed his predecessors way of choosing but Duskstar and Dawnstar accepted him. My name is Lord Voldemort 04:39, August 20, 2017 (UTC)
Berrypaw watched the ceremony, shifting side to side on her front paws. Her tail twitched and she flicked her ears from time to time, clearly anxious and ready to move on to something else. The apprentice had spent most of her time in the last moon inside the camp, although she was itching with energy and hoped to be allowed to go gather herbs soon. Unfortunately, the ceremony had delayed her chance to go outside that day, and now she was stuck waiting. —Leggy 21:04, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
Salmonstream flicked his tail as the new warriors dispersed as well as the older ones. He glanced the two leaders, it was near time for the Half-Moon Gathering. My name is Lord Voldemort 21:09, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
Once the crowd had begun to disperse, Berrypaw leaped to her feet and trotted over to Salmonstream, all while dodging the legs of taller cats as she wove through the crowd. "Salmonstream!" she chirped, waving her tail above her head in a friendly greeting. "Can I go get herbs? What are we low on? If we're not low on anything, I could just stock up!" The apprentice half-begged, hoping desperately that she could leave the camp for a little bit. —Leggy 21:55, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
Burdockpaw splashed around in the stream, hissing with frustration. Despite being in the Clan that swims, she couldn't and dumb Bramblefoot wouldn't teach her. "I hate wat-" her angry yowl was cut off as she was swallowed up by more water. ~Patchfeather~ 22:10, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
With a content semi-grin on her features, Duskstar leaped away from the High ????? and approached the sluggish Dawnstar with a few long and swift strides. "The names I selected for our new warriors seem fitting, no?" The healthy twin asked as she glimpsed over her shoulder, eyeing the Clan's newest batch of warriors. Dawnstar gave a small 'Mhmm' in response, allowing her pale gaze to burn into her sister's tabby pelt. Duskstar knew what she wanted. She saw it fit to ignore her sister for the time being, until she further pressed the question, of course. Which...was now.
"Duskstar, dear sister...I think it's time I finally venture out of camp once more. I've been cooped up in that StarClan-forsaken Medicine cat den for what feels like ages. No offense to our herb master and his apprentice -- I just need my space." The scarred leader spoke forcefully, her words coming out loud and slow, just to ensure that Duskstar heard every bit of them. That way, she'd have no excuse to ignore her. Slowly, Duskstar turned to her resting sister as her pelt prickled in anxiety, jaw tense as she prepared her response. Before she could speak, Dawnstar interrupted her. "-But before you snap at me with your little grouchy response, I'd like you to come with me. C'mon, Duskstar, I thought you were the little daredevil of the litter?" A satisfied grin was plastered to her face.
"I don't like putting others in harm's way." She eyed her sister intensely while furrowing her brow, turning away to break eye contact moments later. Duskstar couldn't bear to stare into Dawnstar's eyes, especially after seeing them filled with so much agony and emotion not many moons ago. "You're not going outside, not without Salmonstream's say-so."Silverstar 22:23, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
Salmonstream turned to Berrypaw when she spoke to him. "We'll need catmint, yarrow, and marigold. Some cobwebs if the cold weather hasn't killed the plants yet. "Take a couple warriors with you, ask Duskstar who you need to take." The medicine cat mewed reluctantly. He needed to check Dawnstar's wounds and see if any of the eldes had any signs of whitecough. My name is Lord Voldemort 06:37, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Berrypaw nodded excitedly as Salmonstream gave her a list of what to get, but immediately dropped her look of excitement when her mentor mentioned she needed to bring warriors. She sighed softly, before adding a disappointed, "-thanks Salmonstream".
The apprentice scampered off, spotting the leaders near the front of camp. The two seemed to be having an awkward moment, and Berrypaw nosed her way over to them. "Uh, hi," she mewed. "I have to go collect catmint, yarrow, marigold, and some cobwebs, but Salmonstream said I need to bring a few warriors with me, and that I need to ask you for who to bring." —Leggy 17:16, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Salmonstream was about to turn into his den when Shrewcloud came up. "Did you hear? Antstar's had to chase another cat out." She murmured to him as he walked inside his den, she followed. "Which one?" He asks as he picks out some marigold, the last to be exact. "Blossombreeze. She attacked one of her warriors." My name is Lord Voldemort 17:27, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Both pairs of eyes from the twin leaders darted towards the medicine cat apprentice. Dawnstar parted her jaws to respond, intending on offering herself as a way to escape camp and Duskstar's watchful eye, but Duskstar cut her off. "Feel free to have the honor of taking Hickorynose with you. Find Snailstorm and Riverface as well, and Thistleclaw if you feel more paws are required." The deputy's constant stare burning into her pelt like an small fire was causing her to grow irritable, so she'd be pleased to have him outside of camp for a bit. Duskstar also saw the way he looked at her sister, and that only added coal to the fire. "If you have any issues, don't hesitate to find me." She gave a small nod to Berrypaw, signaling that she was finished. Duskstar angled her skull in Dawnstar's direction to give her sister a long and firm glare, just to make certain the injured leader didn't try to wander off.
"Now, where's that little snake of an apprentice?" She was referring to Raccoonpaw, of course. Hickorynose reported that he was being somewhat of a rebellious rascal, lingering around camp like some sort of unwanted shadow and giving any opposers a cold hiss. She meant to set him straight, but wished to get to the source of his problems initially. His behavior, of course, was unacceptable for her standards, but there had to be a motive. Duskstar assumed he was having some sort of familial issue: after all, she was secretly the murderer of his sire.Silverstar 21:35, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Snailstorm sat near his mother, Oceanwave, who was basking in the sun. Despite her age getting to her she had insisted on remaining a warrior for a little while longer. The snowshoe tom had shrugged for sge was his only family, his paws pushed and dragged a small snail shell to and from his body, lightly playing with it.
Burdockpaw scurried back to camp, dripping wet. She hadn't really swam well, actually she mostly drowned, but in her fight against the current, she kicked a little fish in the face and managed to pull it out! She ran to the middle of the clearing and yowled. "Look what I caught!" she threw her minnow onto the fresh-kill pile. "Take that gravity!" ~Patchfeather~ 21:56, September 14, 2017 (UTC)
Berrypaw waited for her assigned warriors to gather around her, and she led the patrol out of camp. She jumped over small summer springs and trotted around, gathering yarrow and catmint and cobwebs with her plumy tail. She passed off bundles of herbs to the older cats, before leading them back into camp. —Leggy 01:29, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Thistleclaw had been outside of camp with his apprentice, Sedgepaw. He was making sure the young cat hadn't fallen behind in her training. The senior warrior had already spoken with the twin leaders about his retirement, and before he did the tom wanted to make sure the bicolour she-cat was a named warrior. The two had headed out early morning to start nice and fresh and he had decided a day of fishing would be nice.
So, the two sat on the riverbank in silence as they hunted. Thistleclaw noted that Sedgepaw was having trouble with some of her prey, but, those that she did catch were just fine. This child needs a serious confidence boost, he thought watching her. Maybe all she needed was her ceremony, but, the warrior couldn't say so definitely. — max #pkmnmaster 08:13 Sun Sep 17 2017
Shrewcloud sat by the Warriors den after talking to Salmonstream. Her thoughts on her sister. The WinterClan leader. She snorted and stood. "Bluemist!" The tabby called dashing to his side. "How about we go out to fish?" She winks and smiles. But I am the Chosen One 10:19, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Raccoonpaw narrowed his eyes into slits as he hid in the shadows of camp, realizing that Duskstar was searching for him. The moody smoke tom had no time for her criticism and day-long lecture. With that in mind, he inaudibly sunk away from the leader and disappeared from camp. Unusually large bat-like ears pinned against his skull, the oriental-resembling tom sulked away from SplashClan's center, seeking company of his own liking: silence.Silverstar 15:45, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
(sorry for inactivity) Bluemist looked up from where he was attempting to untangle a twig that had managed to mat itself into his pelt. He narrowed his eyes at Shrewcloud, almost glaring at her, pelt itching with suspicion, but he pushed it away. Shrewcloud was all right, a nice cat, she wouldn't do anything bad. Finally he nodding, standing up. "All right."
Burdockpaw heard Shrewcloud and Bluemist and butted in excitedly. "Can I come?" This would be perfect! Shrewcloud was an amazing swimmer, she could teach Burdockpaw how to since Bramblewhatever was too lazy, and Bluemist could save her if she started drowning! ~Patchfeather~ 14:41, October 17, 2017 (UTC)