Three Young Cats on a Journey

OOC: Whoops, alrighty then! Lemme just redo that.

"Requirements.." Curvedpaw paused, trying to think of whatever came to mind. In all honesty, she wasn't too bright about this whole process of becoming a warrior. She did know a few obvious reasons though. "Well, our leader has to bless you in order for you take on apprenticeship. It should take you around four moons to complete this apprenticeship. Having injuries does prevent you from actually being able to become a warrior. I heard in Thunderclan their medicine cat was brutally injured, but she was useful all the same. You'd think she would have given up, but she didn't. She took on one of the greatest jobs in the camp." she smiled, offering Trickster a fresh fish that was all cleaned up. "Here, I'll teach you how to descale one properly." she promised, keeping her word.

"All you need to worry about is making it into the clan, and getting to the appropriate age. In order to be a warrior, you have to successfully get through the apprentice process. And while you're an apprentice, you have to do daily tasks such as training to catch fish, mice, and voles. There is also maintaining the camp's appearance, fixing the feathers on the dens and switching out some new bedding for the elders. Seafoam usually takes me on patrol, even if most warriors don't. And as for you," she gestured towards Trickster. "You'll be the oldest apprentice. They'll expect great things from you." she chewed, feeling a fish eye pop in her mouth. Meanwhile, she could see Seafoam's silhouette coming up to them.

"Hey guys. I went to speak with the leader," she began, swiping up a small fish for herself. "When you're all well-fed, I can take you three to where you'll be staying tonight. Lucky for you unlike other clans our medicine den has a spare room. Currently no cats are injured in there which is a great thing. You'll find warmth, no raindrops coming through the ceiling, and no rude comments from other prestigious cats." Seafoam said gladly, hoping Curvedpaw hadn't told them that being kittypets may hurt Mistystar's decision.

//Sorry for being the clan leader. It might be power playing for you, but if you'd like to play her instead, you can!

OOC: Oh my gosh, thank you! I really like the way you write too.

Curvedpaw giggled, nudging his side playfully once again. "You're just fine with all of these questions, and I can't blame you. If I was from some other land, my mind would be boggling with questions to the point where I'd lose my mind. Basically, I think I'd go bonkers." she giggled, starting to pad towards the medicine den. There, they would find Mothwing, a beautiful, long haired dappled golden tabby she-cat with amber eyes. She was awfully kind to Curvedpaw and Seafoam, so surely she had to be kind to their new friends. "Oh yeah, it'll totally rain soon. Just wait until you close your eyes, and you'll hear the rain patter." she promised, approaching the den.

Seafoam glanced over to Trickster and gave a slight chuckle. He was rather humorous, especially since he had just came all the way to Riverclan and swam through a cold river. As they made their way, she nudged his shoulder. “Hey, I can’t stay with you in there tonight. I have to sleep in the warrior’s den, like every other warrior. But don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be in there in no time.” she said, heading towards the den. It looked like a boulder, with an entrance at the front leading to a slightly illuminated inside. Bottles, leaves, and feathers were scattered along with beds. “Sleep in as much as you want, I’ll wake you up tomorrow.” Seafoam said, glancing at Curvedpaw. “Come on, you have to go to bed too. Say goodbye to your friends. I’ll come in to explain to Mothwing everything.” she said, entering past the reed curtains. Curvedpaw stood there, glancing at her friends sheepishly.

“I.. I’ll see you tomorrow Thursday.” she blurted before darting off. She knew she wouldn’t be sleeping tonight.

Seafoam glanced at Ana and couldn't help but nod. "I would take her now, trust me. But all of the queens are probably sleepy and awfully cranky at this hour. I would provide some food for her myself, but I'm afraid I'm much too young to be a queen!" she giggled, leading them into the guest room where beds were placed along the sides of the walls. The medicine cat's den was sort of like a cave. There was even a shade above to be pulled away to reveal light and pulled back to keep rain and the light out. It was sort of mystifying, the way it was so empty. Seafoam looked at each of them, and took a breath. "Hey, I'll see you three in the morn'. I'll have a quick word with Mothwing, and then I'll be off to bed myself. If anything happens, I'm sure you can ask Mothwing for anything." she informed, just about ready to exit. "Alright, I'll see you lots tomorrow. Goodnight." she grinned, exiting the room through the reeds.

There she spoke with Mothwing about the findings of cats who were in danger at young ages, and were going to stay there for the night. Luckily she had understood, and knowing that the leader condoned it, she couldn't say much otherwise. Mothwing's golden pelt matched Trickster's a bit. It had stripes like a darker, that made her pelt look lighter than the stripes. Her amber eyes shimmered as she was just about ready to go to sleep. Departing, Seafoam exited on a good note. No feelings were hurt, and hopefully the three would get a good sleep. As she went into the warriors den, she padded to her nest with feathers poking out of it.

A female she-cat perked her head up and made a face in disgust. "Huh?" she asked, scrunching up her nose. "You smell like wet kitty-pet. What have you been up to?" she had asked, being particularly nosy today. Seafoam had rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out. "Go back to bed, won't you? You'll miss a wink of that beauty you claim to have." Seafoam yawned, resting her head on her bedding and slowly began to fall into a pleasant sleep. She just could not wait to wake up the next morning.

OOC: Sure, sorry for the delay. Mother's Day shopping.

Seafoam had reawakened tiresome, but she had to remind herself that she was waking up for a good cause. Usually she slept in lazily, and only woke up when she was given orders. She wasn't always there to even do those tasks either, but she respectively did them anyway. Loyalty to the clan, blah blah blah. That's how Curvedpaw would put it. As she stretched out of bed, she went past the other cats deep in their sleep. Her first task was to find a queen to feed Ana. The poor thing must have been starving at this point, and Seafoam couldn't take another minute thinking about it. So, she reported to the queen's den immediately to find all of them up and at it. She couldn't remember the last time she had been here. She did have very, very faded memories of her mother hanging about here, but now her mother was much too old to be a queen. In fact, now she was an elder. Living her last days with her bedding replaced and chattering about the old times.

Yikes, she hoped to never see herself like that anytime soon. Shaking it off, she looked around to see a queen that wasn't busy tending to a kit. She padded over to Sandybreeze, who seemed to be half awake and half asleep. All she could do was give a few nudges before Sandybreeze snapped up and grumbling. "W-What do you want Seafoam? It's awfully early." she complained, stretching out her front paws. Briefly, Seafoam explained that there was a kit from a different area, vaguely a kittypet, and was starving for some milk. With that, Sandybreeze shook her head. "No way! I'm not feeding something that's full. All they do is complain, and take things for granted. That kit is probably a spoiled brat." she grunted, turning over and going back to sleep. Seafoam was astounded that a queen would actually say that. And after asking nearly ever queen she was left with only one that seemed to be exhausted from feeding. Seafoam nearly begged, but the queen made no hesitation to agree.

"A kit is a kit. After all, this little one is joining the clan. I don't see the point in not doing so.. bring her in if you will." Shelltree replied coolly, leaving Seafoam to do the job in waking up the sleepy Trickster. If only he wasn't such a deep sleeper.