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 thoughts 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 is Lord 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 =trouble 10:08 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.
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 is Lord 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 =trouble 22:53 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.
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)
"Sure hope you're right," Fennelpaw muttered underneath her breath as she pressed onward, struggling through the tall snow. Although her failing efforts and obvious frustration kept her warm, she could feel a slight chill beneath her coat. By each passing day, she was growing more and more envious of the warriors with long and fluffy coats.Silverstar 22:55, August 17, 2017 (UTC)
Creekfrost glanced at Orchidbloom from the corner of his eye and trotted after Fennelpaw, inwardly cursing the snow the stung his poor little paws.
Nightpaw had stopped to wait for the three stragglers to catch up. He fell in beside Fennelpaw when she appeared. "Hey, what was that about?" he asked with concern and darting eyes. ~Patchfeather~ 01:04, August 18, 2017 (UTC)
Lightningpaw had reluctantly decided to join them after Creekfrost had ran up to meet them. His white pelt blended perfectly, he had lost the touring patrol and now wandered blindly. The soft rustling and then a crunch of footsteps alerted him and he crouched bracing to attack. A cream tabby, plump and obviously a Kittypet.
Lightningpaw remained crouched. With a slight jerk he flew through the air tackling the tabby tom. "Hey!" The tabby screeched and tried to knock off the white tom but Lightningpaw was much stronger. My name is Lord Voldemort 05:17, August 19, 2017 (UTC)
The gloomy apprentice cast her brother a side-glance before returning her eyes to the horizon, continuing to struggle through the deepening snow. "...Nothing to worry about, brother." Her reply was silent and was made with haste, keeping an emotionless expression on her face. It wasn't like Nightpaw could do anything anyways: he couldn't make Fennelpaw grow.Silverstar 13:47, August 19, 2017 (UTC)
Nightpaw was silent for a few moments, studying his sisters face, which looked oddly emotionless. But Nightpaw had never been wise with words, he knew if he tried to help or figure out what was wrong he'd probably only make it worse, so he remained silent and stayed beside her. ~Patchfeather~ 13:58, August 19, 2017 (UTC)
Spiderclaw broke away from her family and friends to get a bit of air. Before she got very far though, the she-cat looked over to see Applewhisker sittin' by herself. "Hey, Applewhisker if you ain't doing anything would you care to join me on a walk?" The she-cat thought that the company might take the edge off of what had been running through her mind for the past few days. Ever since the last training session with Willowface, the silver she-cat had asked her to something that even Spiderclaw doubted she'd be able to do. Spiderclaw thought perhaps some easy going banter between another Clanmate might take the edge off. — #chicks =trouble 10:51 Sun Aug 20 2017
Lightningpaw bared his fangs trying to remain a tough demeanor. "What are doing in our territory?" He snarled at the creamy cat.
The fact that she was sitting around and gathering dust made Applewhisker feel gravely embarrassed, and absolutely worthless. How could she possibly prove herself if she had nothing to do? The older warrior allowed her gaze to slide over to Spiderclaw: a kittypet descendant for certain, typically something unacceptable when it came to her standards. However, she was a hardened and proven warrior, and that was a feature that Applewhisker greatly respected. She thought on the dark warrior's offer for a brief moment before rising to her paws and giving Spiderclaw a firm nod. "Alright, I wouldn't mind stretching my legs. Lead the way."
In the corner of his gaze, Webshadow detected his mother rising. Hm, she was actually going to interact with another warrior, particularly one of possible kittypet descent? StarClan, she must be ill! Pushing the thought aside, the tabby warrior returned his attention to his leader. "Aye, I'm doing alright. Yourself?"Silverstar 13:22, August 20, 2017 (UTC)
Antstar smiled. "I am well, I've recieved some word from Sorrelstar that Blossombreeze has joined AutumnClan." She told him. The black molly lay down in a rather comfortable position.
Goosepaw looked around what was there to do since he became medicine car apprentice? "Goosepaw," the shrewd call of his mentor reached his ears. "Let's go. We've got business to do." Poppyleaf held a mixture of herbs that helped with headaches and migraines. They were going to AutumnClan! My name is Lord Voldemort 11:24, August 22, 2017 (UTC)
Creekfrost continued to follow the group, starting to fall behind again as he realized Lightningpaw wasn't among them. Great StarClan! Can't he listen? He thought, irritated. "Guys, I gotta go find Lightningpaw," he informed the others, not caring if it appeared he couldn't keep track of his apprentice. With a last glance at his kits, he hurried away to find the white apprentice. Worry wormed through his pelt. What if he got lost, or got hurt?
Songpaw watched Creekfrost go with an awkward wave with her tail while Talonfang snorted a comment under her breath. "So where are we going?" Talonfang paused. "Eh, I guess we'll look at the borders." ~Patchfeather~ 20:07, August 22, 2017 (UTC)
Lightningpaw stared at this tabby intently. "Weren't you a kittypet?" He asked. The cream tried to thwart the white apprentice off him but failed. "Yeah so what?" My name is Lord Voldemort 20:32, August 22, 2017 (UTC)
(i did a skip with him walking a ways back where they came, then found where Lightning's trail veered away then followed it. do you want lightning and the cream dude to fight alone? i can redo my edit) ~Patchfeather~ 23:35, August 22, 2017 (UTC)
Lightningpaw sneared at the slightly overweight tabby before letting him. "I wouldn't try fighting you would only loose." He stated harshly. He wasn't one to per say show politeness. "Your a Clan cat aren't you?" The tabby asked. My name is Lord Voldemort 12:25, August 23, 2017 (UTC)
Fennelpaw trudged after Orchidbloom, finding it easier to walk in the grown molly's paw prints. She let out a small sigh of relief, thankful to have a break from all her struggling in the thick snow.Silverstar 14:24, August 23, 2017 (UTC)
Antstar shuffled her weight figuring she'd ask him to go on a walk. "How about a walk?" She asks Webshadow.
Lightningpaw proudly puffed out what chest he had. "Yes. I'm an apprentice in WinterClan. Our leader is Antstar and she's very strict but I like her. Say what's your name?" The white apprentice askrd the funny looking cat. My name is Lord Voldemort 18:36, August 23, 2017 (UTC)
"Oh, a walk? Yeah, sure, sure." Webshadow responded quickly, snapping his attention back to his leader. Slowly, he rose up to his paws in a stretch, arching his back.Silverstar 15:24, August 26, 2017 (UTC)
Flightcloud padded out of the warriors den, yawning after a good nights sleep. He frowned, squinting up at the sun before his heart skipped a beat. I overslept! I hope Cherrywhisker isn't mad. Maybe she didn't notice. Of course she probably noticed. He spotted the ginger and white deputy and padded over, shaking his sleep ruffled pelt out. "Cherrywhisker, I'm so sorry I overslept. I can take out a hunting patrol now, or an early one tomorrow morning." ~Patchfeather~ 14:14, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
Cherrywhisker's tail tip twitched in amusement. "You can come on a patrol with and..." she flicked her tail to Talonfang and Dawnnose. "Alright lets heas out." She led the way from camp with a soft sigh. My name is Lord Voldemort 18:00, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
Flightcloud nodded, forcing himself to pay attention to his surroundings. The snow was still thick underpaw, his pelt was getting knotted and tangled with snowballs, but his attention kept drifting to Cherrywhisker. He had a crush on her since they were apprentices. Maybe he could ask her to go hunting with him later or something... ~Patchfeather~ 19:43, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
Cherrywhisker trod through the thick snow, hernpelt twitching every few minutes as thought tonshakr off the cold. The territory was quier except for the rustling of mice. She flicked her tail to Dawnnose to head forward. All the while silently assessing the warrior's every move. My name is Lord Voldemort 19:46, September 13, 2017 (UTC)
With a small nod towards his leader, Webshadow awaited her move. "You lead, Antstar."---- Orchidbloom glanced over her shoulder, and offered Fennelpaw a hesitant smile, her eyes filled with enough warmth to melt all the snow on the mountain. "See? You're already learning to acclimate to the situation. You may be small, Fennelpaw, but you sure are bright." At the gray tabby warrior's compliment, Fennelpaw ducked her head, although remained unphased deep down. She couldn't walk in her mentor's pawprints forever.Silverstar 00:08, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
Antstar stood brushing past him, she let her pelt brish his slightly as she headed out. Her gaze keeping an put for foxes, such of the like. She was sure there were no badgers in the area but as of late she had been scentinf them more.
Flightcloud focused on sounds and scents, alert to spot any trespassers. He picked up a rank stentch that made his pelt prickle with unease and digust. "There's been a fox here recently," he meowed padding up to a tree trunk where the scent seemed strongest. "It looks like it was here a few hours ago, we should keep our eyes open." ~Patchfeather~ 15:25, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
Cherrywhisker's pelt bristled uneasily. Foxes. They were always here. The red-and-white tabby narrowed her eyes. "Rookheart passed through here recently." The deputy mewed concern filtering her voice. My name is Lord Voldemort 15:45, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
"Alone?" Flightcloud found Rookheart's scent mixed among the fox and dead leaves, it appeared he was alone. With a frown, Flightcloud whisked his tail, suggesting, "Maybe we should find him. That fox may still be around." Flightcloud pictured his Clanmate being attacked by a russet creature with no help, making his belly twist. ~Patchfeather~ 16:23, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
Cherrywhisker lifted her head, ear flicking to and fro. "Let's hurry. He won't stand a chancr alone." The deputy said. She set off, following his scent.
Rookheart dodged to the side, pale eyes wide as the fox lunged and yipped. He was stupid. He should have gone back to camp. The bi-colored tom skitterwd back as it swiped. He couldn't fight the fox alone! He bared his fangs and hissed, his paws swiping deftly, connecting with the foxes ears. The sound pf paws racing through the bracken reached him and sigh of relief leaving him. Cherrywhisker and a gray-and-white tom he recognized as Flightcloud skittered up behind the fox. The deputy didn't hesitate when she leapt at the fox raking her claws down its side. It whirled on, not before its claws made contact with Rookheart's chest and shoulder. He hissed and jumped back. My name is Lord Voldemort 16:31, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
Flightcloud trotted beside Cherrywhisker, heart pounding in his ears. He heard the snarl of the fox as it fought. Then he saw it; a huge russet fox, just like he had imagined. His heart skipped a beat and he felt dizzy with fear. His paws begged to turn and run away from danger, but Flightcloud forced it aside, the need to defend his territory and Clanmate overpowering it. As Cherrywhisker went to one side, Flightcloud went to the other, raking his claws down its flank while hissing. ~Patchfeather~ 16:39, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
Rookheart stumbled back, the wound was wide and was gushing. He could feel his life force ebbing away with each pint of blood he lost. He collapsed by a tree stumb, his eyes glazing over. His body becoming cold quickly. Cherrywhisker glanced up to see him collapse and let out a curse as she leapt onto the fox's back. My name is Lord Voldemort 16:42, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
Flightcloud dove under the fox's belly, driving his claws across it as it howled with anger and pain. He slipped out in a swift movement then drove his teeth into the fur of its neck, digging his teeth deeper until he felt them prick flesh and tasted blood. ~Patchfeather~ 16:50, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
The fox slashed it claws down Flightcloud's side, shaking the tom off with a screech. It turned to Cherrywhisker, the tabby-and-white deputy hissing angrily before fleeing. "That should do it." She said. "We need to get Rookheart's body back to camp." She padded to the dead warrior's limp body, now stiff with death. "Poor guy has no family to grieve him." She murmured. My name is Lord Voldemort 16:54, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
Flightcloud grunted against the pain where the fox's claws had scratched him and he followed Cherrywhisker to the toms body. "He does; he has his Clan," Flightcloud's mew was less than a whisper as he bowed his head to the fallen warrior, feeling hollow with loss. He hadn't talked much to Rookheart, but he was still his Clanmate. Even though Flightcloud didn't speak to him, he still cared. The gray and white tom leaned down and gently grabbed the warriors scruff and began to lead the way back to camp, abandoning the fox. ~Patchfeather~ 17:27, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
Cherrywhisker helped hefting the warrior onto part of her shoulders. After everything WinterClan has gone through StarClan wanted to start with this. She shook her head. My name is Lord Voldemort 18:00, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
Together, the two warriors returned to camp. Flightcloud eased the warriors body off of Cherrywhisker's shoulders and let him slid gently to the ground. "If only I'd been faster..." he murmured to himself, trailing off. If only I had gotten up on time and patrolled eariler. I would have found the fox scent a reported back to camp. Rookheart wouldn't have gone there if he knew... Guilt and loss made Flightcloud's shoulders sag. ~Patchfeather~ 19:43, September 15, 2017 (UTC)
Cherrywhisker helped with with fixing up the warrior's body accordingly. She heard his murmurs and laid her tail across his shoulders. "It wasn't your fault." She didn't speak of Rookheart disbelief in StarClan. She didn't know where the tom would go honestly. My name is Lord Voldemort 02:14, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
"You must realize there is a time we must go and stay, StarClan chooses this. I don't know who he thinks choose that it was his time to go but I do know that his disbelief in our ancestors made him brave and sometimes reckless. He knew of the dangers when leaving camp, every warrior knows that foxes crawl this territory. Its not your fault." She said, enotion filling her voice. My name is Lord Voldemort 02:48, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Webshadow stood in his place before he stalked after his leader with slow yet smooth movements, head held low as he pushed his way out of camp. Cold and snowy, as per usual. It seemed that nothing ever changed in that StarClan-forsaken mountain, but it was his home, and he had no choice but to love and appreciate it.
Orchidbloom trudged on with her patrol, Fennelpaw in tow. Although she was yet to admit it, the mottled apprentice was looking forward to returning home. Her little toes were frozen solid, she couldn't feel her nose, and her muscles were already screaming in agony. And they hadn't even started battle training! The image of curling up in a nice warm den was on her mind.Silverstar 03:02, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Flightcloud nodded, a bit surprised to hear Rookheart never believed in StarClan. Cherrywhisker's words made him feel better, but still a twinge of guilt remained. StarClan chose it. It was Rookheart's time.
Talonfang was pretty much the tour guide of the group, dronning on and on as they walked, that's a stream, that's a tree, that's a big rock. Finally, well past sunhigh, Talonfang noticed the young cats having trouble keeping up now. She stopped and grinned at the cats. "I think that's enough for today. You're gonna be so glad you made your nests when you did eariler, cause you might've thought it was super annoying to start making your nest as soon as possible instead of going right out of camp, but then - okay I'll shut up." ~Patchfeather~ 03:12, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Antstar trudged through the snow, some clinging to her paws, she was aware of Webshadow behind her and slowed so he could catch up.
Spiderclaw led the way between herself and Applewhisker. The black she-cat had never really spoken to other warrior before, but, it wouldn't hurt now would it? She kept her pace relaxed next to older cat. "So, Applewhisker, how's it been? I don't think we've ever talked," — #chicks =trouble 08:23 Sat Sep 16 2017
"No," the lengthy warrior responded as she followed after Spiderclaw with smooth and fluid movements. "We haven't talked much. But things are swell, at least so long as my Clan's happy. Yourself?" She had always kept her distance from Spiderclaw and her family, primarily because she suspected they had kittypet roots. Yet, they were proven and hardened warriors, so she saw no point in holding off any longer. Kittypets just brought Applewhisker horrible memories from the past.
Webshadow was thankful his leader slowed so he might catch up-- he was a bit slow on his paws at the moment. The slight chill in the WinterClan air made the hairs along his spine stand.---- Fennelpaw curiously pricked her ears as Talonfang began. The molly had a point: now she could rush on home and curl up in her nest, without having to worry about making it. Smart.Silverstar 14:14, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Flightcloud looked up at the ginger and white she-cat, then nodded. "Sure," he said after a moment, despite not feeling the hungry. He knew eating would probably make him feel better.
Talonfang nodded. "Well, let's get going. You can eat once we get back too," she mewed, nudging Songpaw along, who tripped in the snow and nearly toppled over. ~Patchfeather~ 14:39, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Antstar smiled, hearing him catch up to her. She looked back a slight mischievous twinkle in her eyes. The tall warrior really did have quite a bit attractive qualities to him. She turned her gaze away before he could see her gazing at him. She could feel her pelt warming and ducked her head slightly embarrassed.
Flightcloud followed more slowly, wincing at his wounds. He had completely forgotten he'd been clawed in the side by the fox. He sat a few tail-lengths away from the fresh-kill pile and gave them a couple quick licks. ~Patchfeather~ 15:36, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Webshadow gazed at her expectingly, only to cock his head in confusion as she ducked away in embarrassment. Was it something he said...?---- Fennelpaw nodded eagerly. Finally, homeward bound!Silverstar 15:39, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Antstar stood until he was next to her and glanced at him. "You know your a really nice guy, Webshadow." The she-cat heard some emotion in her voice and hoped he didn't hear it or find out that she liked him more than a friend.
Cherrywhisker flicked her tail at his wounds. "You should have Poppyleaf look at that before you do much of anything. It could easily get infected." My name is Lord Voldemort 16:01, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
"I will later," Flightcloud meowed, nodding to her own wounds. "You should get yours checked too." His mind went back to the fox for a moment. "I wonder if it had a set around there." ~Patchfeather~ 17:14, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Flightcloud took a few swift bites of prey, his hunger suddenly sharp when he tasted prey. Feeling more like his normal self, he nudged the rest to Cherrywhisker, then curiously asked, "What's it like being deputy?" he had always wondered what it was like, being in charge of so much. It must be hard.
Songpaw was the first of the siblings to return to camp, followed by her mentor, who gave the ticked tabby a kind nod before padding over to Wispheart, who was crying over some mud splattered on her pelt. "I can't lick it off! It's dirty!" Songpaw ignored the over dramatic warrior and spotted Pinepaw's brown pelt half hidden behind leaves as he fixed gaps in the apprentices den. She padded over to him. "Hi," she greeted awkwardly. "Uh, did Creekfrost and Lightningpaw return to camp?" Pinepaw looked at her thoughtfully then shook his head. "I don't think so." ~Patchfeather~ 17:59, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Cherrywhisker shrugged. "Its like being a warrior really just with more duties." She stated and bit off a small piece.
Lightningpaw let the pale cream tabby. "I can take you to Antstar, she's the leader. Hey, what's your name anyway?" The pale cream tabby puffed his chest. "Levi." He said flicking his tail. My name is Lord Voldemort 18:09, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
"Does it ever get overwelming?" Flightcloud asked, cleaning earth out of his pelt. "I mean, you're next in line if something happened to our leader." Flightcloud felt a shiver go down his spin at the thought of Antstar being gone and forced it away.
"Oh, thanks anyway," Songpaw mewed, flicking her tail as she left the tabby to his work. Worry clouded her mind as she sat down near the fresh-kill pile. Had they gone hunting? But wouldn't they have tried catching up to the group? Lightningpaw was like her brother, she couldn't imagine if something happened to him, and Creekfrost, yes he wasn't around much, but that was still her father. With a sigh, she stared down at the fresh-kill pile with a miserable look on her face. ~Patchfeather~ 20:44, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Lightningpaw led the way back to camp, crossing Creekfrost's scent. "Oh goody. Time to get yelled at." He muttered and rolled his eyes. "Stay behind me," he told Levi. But I am the Chosen One 21:05, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Creekfrost meanwhile was still trying to find Lightningpaw, his heart in his throat. What if he got attacked by a badger this time? He should have kept a better eye on him! He heared a voice nearby and pricked his ears. "Lightningpaw, is that you?" ~Patchfeather~ 21:30, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Lightningpaw shifted his weight, he heavily expected to be yelled at. Besides its not like Creekfrost could do much he was barely there after Stoneblaze died. He might have been grieving too but so were his children! But I am the Chosen One 21:38, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Tense, Creekfrost padded forward through a clump of ferns and emerged to find the white tom. "Lightningpaw!" Relief made Creekfrost shaky as he ran up to him, pulled him close, giving him swift licks on the ears. "I couldn't find you, I thought you were hurt, why did you run off?" he demanded. He wanted to be mad, but he couldn't bring out the anger, he felt too tired and happy. "Just don't do it again, okay? Please tell me before going off on your own. Are you okay?" ~Patchfeather~ 23:03, September 16, 2017 (UTC)
Fennelpaw struggled back into camp, hopping through the deep snow before they entered camp. Orchidbloom, all the meanwhile, was nudging her along, in attempts to help the tiny and freezing apprentice.Silverstar 00:12, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Lightningpaw felt anger feel him and he turned on Creekfrost angrily. "I don't need your help! You didn't help before." He hissed, heterochromatic eyes blazing. "Its not like you care!" He yelled. Levi's golden eyes widened and he crouched behind white apprentice.
Icestorm settled in a shadowy hole between two pine trees. His blue eyes searched the camp for the familiat tabby pelt of Applewhisker. (Ice whyyy you so creepy) But I am the Chosen One 17:03, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
With a shiver, Fennelpaw trudged back into camp with her gray mentor fluffing her coat like a young bird in order to draw out some warmth. "Can't wait to eat and curl up in my warm nest..." The mottled apprentice muttered to herself.Silverstar 17:11, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
The white tom turned nudging Molepaw to follow him before leaving Creekfrost standin there. "I'm going to take Levi to camp myself.." he snapped lashing his tail. Levi followed ears flat against his skull. Wow! These two really had rivalries.. But I am the Chosen One 17:21, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
"Go a'head, help yourself. You earned it." Orchidbloom offered her apprentice a warm smile before padding off to do her own thing. Fennelpaw went the opposite way, picking through the fresh kill pile.Silverstar 17:39, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Creekfrost flattened his ears, feeling as though Lightningpaw had scratched his face, then he realized there was another cat. "No you're not. I'm coming with you," he huffed, following with a stubborn expression. He glanced warily at the tom. "Who are you?"
Lightningpaw turned angrily on him. "I don't need your help. Your not always the one to be in the spotlight! Just stay away from me!" He hissed baring his fangs angrily, eyes darkening. Levi stared shocked. Lightningpaw was his only friend. He better help. The white tom turned away from Creekfrost. "Just go away." He spat. The white tom roughly pushed Levi into the camp's entrance, his pelt fluffed and on end. But I am the Chosen One 18:17, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
She could hear tense voices sounding right outside camp, and then someone force their way into camp. In surprise, Fennelpaw's head whipped around in the direction of the camp entrance. Lightningpaw and...a stranger?Silverstar 18:51, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Creekfrost didn't even bother to argue with Lightningpaw. Did he even want him as a mentor? But he kept close behind as they emerged into camp.
Lightningpaw barely glanced at his "siblings". The white apprentice pushed forward to Cherrywhisker. "Cherrywhisker," he spoke softly anger still seeping in. The deputy looked up from her meal with Flightcloud. She murmured that she'd be back letting her tail rest on the gray-and-white tom's shoulder briefly. But I am the Chosen One 22:03, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Fennelpaw shifted awkwardly; she could practically feel the tension crackling in the air like static. Orchidbloom could as well, but she didn't step forth, seeing that this wasn't her place.Silverstar 22:46, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Songpaw stood close to Fennelpaw, watching closely. Flightcloud nodded, tensing up at the sight of a new cat. He didn't know if it was wise of Creekfrost and Lightningpaw to bring him right to camp. What if he was a spy? I doubt it... he looks harmless enough. Creekfrost waited for Cherrywhisker, eyeing the cat like a hawk. ~Patchfeather~ 23:21, September 17, 2017 (UTC)
Lightningpaw spoke with Cherrywhisker, telling her everything. Well aside from the argument with Creekfrost. The white tom wasn't even acknowledging it. He harbored some sort of grudge against his adoptive father, ever since Stoneblaze died. He acted as if he was the only one grieving, Lightningpaw had loved Stoneblaze like his own mother. Cherrywhisker nodded and finally spoke. "We're going to have to wait as Antstar has gone out with Webshadow," the deputy said. She had noticed thar Antstar seemed more friendly and somewhat loving when around the tabby but that wasn't her business. But I am the Chosen One 08:12, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Creekfrost nodded, thinking that was reasonable. ---- Songpaw's pelt twitched uncomfortablely still. She didn't like the thought of a stranger staying in camp for a long time. But who knew, he could be nice. ~Patchfeather~ 20:49, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
"I'll sit with him!' The white apprentice said. Cherrywhisker nodded not seeing the harm in it. "Why don't you take him to the High Rock? I'll watch from over here." Lightningpaw did as told, chattering excitedly to Levi, who followed. But I am the Chosen One 20:55, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Creekfrost flicked his tail, annoyance prickling his pelt for no apparent reason and padded off. He wished he could fix his relationship with Lightningpaw - with all his kits. He could. Creekfrost noticed Fennelpaw and Songpaw together, by the fresh-kill pile, while Nightpaw paced nearby, glaring at the new cat while muttering. His annoyance melting, he made his way over to them. "Mind if I join you?" ~Patchfeather~ 21:01, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Lightningpaw settled beside the silent smoke loner. "Where'd you come from?" He asked leaning close. Levi looked down. "All over pretty much. I just travel from one place to the next." But I am the Chosen One 21:08, September 18, 2017 (UTC)
Fennelpaw looked up, attempting to crack a warm smile despite her discomfort over the stranger and tension. "Sure, you're more than welcomed to join us." She replied in a smooth voice, forcing the frustration and gloom away.Silverstar 02:14, October 13, 2017 (UTC)
Antstar walked alongside Webshadow, a slight awkward silence in the air. "So..erm how are things?" She asked trying to get him talking. He didn't seem to talk very much nor did he really seem like the talking type. But I am the Chosen One 12:01, October 13, 2017 (UTC)
Songpaw picked a rabbit from the fresh-kill pile and slowly began to eat, glancing at her father every few moments. He'd only taken a couple small bites, now he was just staring thoughtfully at it. Songpaw knew he was because his eyes got a little unfocused and cloudy when he was deep in thought. I wonder if I'm like that when I think.
Creekfrost thought this was the best chance he'd get to tell them, the thing he'd been wanting to tell them for a long time but it never seemed to be the right time, nor could he find the right words. Finally, he looked up from where he had been staring at the rabbit and mewed quietly so only the four of them could hear, "Look, I've wanted to tell you all something for a long time now.." he glanced at Nightpaw, who stopped pacing but still glared where the new cat was. Songpaw pricked her ears in interest. "I know I haven't been a good parent to you, I haven't payed enough attention to you and have been too focused on the past..." he stopped for a moment, his mind blank as he tried to look for words. Whenever he finally thought of something, he lost it as soon as he opened his mouth. ~Patchfeather~ 14:52, October 17, 2017 (UTC)