Antstar slunk from her den, thick fur matted from her nap. She had been watching from the shadows of the camp aftrr recieving an omen. Of course her first t oughts went to Blossomface. She had shrugged it off for now. The dark leader spotted Webshadow and figured she'd try once more to strike a conversation. The WinterClan leader grabbed a vole and took seat beside the tabby warrior she had grown to consider a friend. My name isLord Voldemort 08:46, August 8, 2017 (UTC)
On the outskirts of camp, Spiderclaw and her twin brother, Pheasantcloud, were practice fighting with surprisingly sheathed claws. Spiderclaw stood half a head taller than her brother and while she was kicking his ass, they were having a good time. They were already nearing the title of senior warrior, and the two had the concern of their mother on their minds more and more for each passing day they sensed that Nightflower, was slowly losing her sense of reality. But, Spiderclaw knew that the older she-cat wouldn't retire, she would much rather die fighting for her Clan instead of sitting alone in the elder's den - a fate that she too would rather avoid.
Inside camp, the young trio of warriors, Morningclaw, Loachtail, and Sootpelt, all sat around discussing their days and what had happened since becoming warriors. The three had been trained by Nightflower and her children so they all became relatively close friends throughout their apprenticeship which has since continued into their youth as warriors. Loachtail, who had been Spiderclaw's apprentice, cast a glance to the WinterClan leader as she exited her den. The young warrior thought the leader looked troubled, but, she knew it wasn't her place to make a comment or anything else. — #chicks
=trouble10:08 Tue Aug 8 2017
Orchidbloom eyed Creekfrost in a hesitant and unfriendly way before she slowly slunk out of camp. Fennelpaw was hot on her heels, short legs picking her pace up to a swift trot so she might keep up. Upon exiting camp, her eyes lit up with amazement. WinterClan was beautiful! Albeit a bit...steep in snow. It'd be a challenge for her. Orchidbloom paused in her stride, briefly glancing over her shoulder to grin at her astounded apprentice. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
Webshadow glanced up from his grooming as the leader approached, giving her a small nod of acknowledgement and a flash of a friendly smile. As she sat down beside him, he murmured a quiet greeting before nonchalantly returning to his afternoon grooming.Silverstar 13:35, August 8, 2017 (UTC)
"Look, Lightningpaw. I'm sorry I snapped at you eariler, but you could have got more hurt than you did..." Creekfrost trailed off for a moment. And that would've been my fault; the whole thing is my fault, actually. I should have been here in camp keeping an eye on them. He thought with a faint pang of guilt. "Let's just catch up to the others!" he said, failing to make his tone outgoing and hurried after the others.
Songpaw, usually so calm was even breathless and trembling with excitement. Her heart pounded and she felt like she was in another world. She knew outside of camp would be nice but... this was better than she expected. Nightpaw on the other hand stood up straight, still as stone, with his giant ears pricked alertly. There could be a fox or something out there, he felt the need to keep an eye out for his sisters. Talonfang smirked at Songpaw and nearly laughed at the very serious Nightpaw. "You think just the exit of camp is pretty, just wait 'till you see the rivers, and you know, the rest of the territory." She began to bound ahead with a encouraging flick of her tail to the apprentices.
Creekfrost caught up with the group with a faint frown, which then turned into a faint smile when he saw his kits. ~Patchfeather~ 13:49, August 8, 2017 (UTC)
Cherrywhisker nosed around outside camp, the senior deputy had been debatingnon settling down but hadn't yet met a tom worthy for her to do so. The well-respected warrior wishes to have a family of her own bt if she could not she would surely treat the Clan as hrr own blood.
Antstar felt a slight flutter in her torso but chose to ignore it. The dark molly barely knew him to an extemt to even..her thoughts trailed. She turned her thoughts to more important matters. Her Clan. "Nice weather." My name isLord Voldemort 09:02, August 11, 2017 (UTC)
When Spiderclaw and Phesantcloud returned to camp, the two had also stopped to hunt for a short while to at least have something to warrant them leaving camp for so long. The two stopped to deposit their kill on the pile before walking past their former apprentices. "Well, it looks like you two have been busy all morning," Loachtail called, making a comment towards Spiderclaw's small catch.
Spiderclaw with a 'grunt' playfully cuffed the young warrior over the ear, "I wasn't named for my hunting skills, and those are fighting words if you ain't careful." She flashed her teeth slightly, but, it didn't mean anything. Her and her brother got along well with their former apprentices, and so they should, they were only a year older than the other cats and were close for so long. — #chicks
=trouble22:53 Fri Aug 11 2017
Applewhisker continued to avoid her son like green cough, but it seemed to bother him little to none, seeing they never formed a strong bond anyways. The lanky molly entered camp as she retured from a solo hunt with a young hare resting in her jaws. She spat her catch out onto the pile before turning a skulking off to pace in a corner of camp, awaiting her next duty. Webshadow briefly flashed his mother a glance before returning his attention to his leader. "I guess. Cold and partly sunny as usual."
"Our home is breath-taking!" The mottled apprentice gaped before loping after the rest of the patrol, stumbling over the drifts of snow. With a minor grin, Orchidbloom leaped after Fennelpaw with her tail waving high, before her eyes landed on Creekfrost and her mood immidately dropped. Oh, right, he was still there.Silverstar 23:35, August 11, 2017 (UTC)
Songpaw let out a squeal of excitement and bounded after Talonfang as she explained where mice enjoyed hiding. "Mouses like grass. They also like dead leaves. They like burrows. They like roots..." she listed breathlessly.
Nightpaw followed, ears still pricked and alert. Creekfrost tagged a few paces behind, not really sure what he should do. ~Patchfeather~ 23:53, August 11, 2017 (UTC)
A small frown set upon Fennelpaw's features as she watched her larger littermates skip off with ease, while she struggled to even keep up. It was a curse, having her tiny stature and living in such a difficult environment like WinterClan. How could she ever perform as a warrior if she couldn't even patrol like a typical cat? The minuscule apprentice's sudden change in temperament caught the eye of her mentor. Her head seemed to droop along with her mottled tail, and she had changed from a powerful and confident leaping gate, to a slow struggle.
Acting quickly, the long-legged warrior swerved away from her original destination in order to regroup with her apprentice. Orchidbloom began to stride alongside the floundering Fennelpaw while furrowing her brow. "What's wrong, Fennelpaw? You were so boisterous a few moments ago." She spoke gently and slowed her pace to a halt, while Fennelpaw did the same.Silverstar 00:14, August 12, 2017 (UTC)
Creekfrost slowed when he saw something was wrong with Fennelpaw and his pelt prickled anxiously as he wondered if she was sick. Should he go over to see? He twitched his tail indecisively.
Songpaw gave her mentor an odd look that made Talonfang bust out laughing. "Ok, you get my point. Jeez, Songpaw, stay serious," she playfully patted the ticked she-cats shoulders. Songpaw followed as Talonfang kept on walking silently. She had been a little worried about having Talonfang as a mentor; she had seemed rough... but she turned out to be pretty laid-back and full of humor, making the little molly more confident. ~Patchfeather~ 01:18, August 12, 2017 (UTC)
Fennelpaw could feel her father's gaze burn into her snow-dusted pelt, causing her to immediately look in the opposite direction. Pique burned in her chest as her siblings bounced off with their mentors, while she hung back and choked on their dust. Orchidblood circled around her apprentice and allowed her tail to rest on her delicate shoulders. "C'mon dear, spit it out." She urged with a slight frown on her features, eyes locked on her troubled apprentice. Fennelpaw released a sigh. "...How can I ever be a warrior if I can't even run through this StarClan-forbidden snow?"Silverstar 14:21, August 15, 2017 (UTC)
Creekfrost decided to come over to help Fennelpaw. He wondered if he had the right to butt his way in. Of course I do, I'm her father! He wanted to be a better father, and encouraging Fennelpaw could be a good start. He could help her! "Hey, Fennelpaw," he began, quite awkwardly. "I was small when I first became an apprentice, just like you. I worried that I could never keep up with everyone else, especially with Talonfang overshadowing me," he sounded more confident as he carried on. "But I became stronger, I had a good mentor who helped me... which Orchidbloom will do the same for you," he paused with a quick glance at Fennelpaw's mentor. "...you'll get there. I can help you too." Let me make up for not being there enough when you were small. ~Patchfeather~ 17:27, August 15, 2017 (UTC)
The gray tabby warrior hastily snapped her jaws shut as the black tom approached his daughter. Orchidbloom was quick to feel uneasy, hesitantly taking a step back to avoid Creekfrost. She didn't return his gaze, best to ignore him to avoid any possible conflict. Fennelpaw, meanwhile, shuffled her tiny paws in the snow as she glimpsed up at her father bashfully before returning her pale gaze to the snow. "I know, I know I have everyone around me to help, but..." She allowed herself to trail off before continuing with the thought, "-...but you guys can't help me grow, nobody but StarClan can make me grow a bit bigger."Silverstar 02:46, August 16, 2017 (UTC)
"I know," Creekfrost mewed, resting his tail reassuringly on her shoulders. "but don't be hard on yourself or frown when your denmates seem to have it easy doing stuff. You'll grow one day, and in the mean time, you'll grow stronger, you'll be hopping through the snow like a hare soon enough." ~Patchfeather~ 12:46, August 16, 2017 (UTC)