Official Eagle Clan: Next Generation (RP Thread)

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A rusty purr started up, turning around to face him. As his familiar scent wreathed around her, she managed to calm herself back down. "Stupid furball," she teased, flicking his flank with her tail. "I'm okay, a little uncomfortable but okay." She murmured, pushing back her worry. "Do you think..." She started, trailing off and shaking her head. "Never mind, let's not think like that." She leaned up, gently rasping her tongue over his ear.

Leafpaw jumped as Twigpaw came up to him, not expecting the older apprentice to come over. He smoothed his bristled fur, a smile lighting up his lips and eyes. "Yeah, one of my tasks last night kept me up late. You wouldn't believe how long I was up! It was almost dawn when I crawled into the den." He flicked his tail, looking excited. "Do you know when your warrior ceremony is? I mean, you're one of the oldest apprentices! Falconstar has to make you a warrior soon."

OOC: Sorry for the inactivity. My internet goes on and off, so sometimes I'm on, sometimes I'm not and then there is school. But I'll keep trying! :P

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Frostpath smiled at Cloudhaze and lashed her tail. She then looked over to the side, scenting something strange in the air, something oddly familiar. Her fur bristled slightly as she searched through her mind for what that scent could been coming from. She flexed her claws and twitched her ears. She could hear pawsteps. Without saying anything to Cloudhaze, she darted off. As she ran towards the scent, she bumped into Brackenfoot. A little caught up in the scent, she was a little jumpy when running into her kithood friend. "Hi Brackenfoot, sorry, didn't see you there." she mewed quickly, and not in her normally upbeat voice. She was downright serious, trying to follow the scent, she didn't even make eye-contact with Brackenfoot when she spoke.

Callingstorm returned back to camp with a squirrel and a small rabbit, scrawny it was. He walked over to the fresh-kill pile and dropped it in and moved towards his mate when he saw her. He smiled at Thorn and trotted over.

Heatherpaw flicked her ear as she groomed her fur near the center of the camp. She hadn't done much all day, there was nothing to do, that is. She just spent her time to herself for once.

The tom flattened his ears, prepared to snap until he saw who it was. "Oh," he said gruffly, "it's okay." He muttered, avoiding her gaze and choosing a rock to look at. "Are you okay?" He asked, concern leaking throughout his tone, hating that it did so. "What's wrong, Frostpath?" His heart pounded up against his ribcage, making him swallow hardly. His ears perked up again, not wishing to stay hostile at all.

A purr sounded in Thorn's throat, smiling as she looked at him. "I have something I want to saaaaaaay." She told him, thinking of the right words to say. "I'm... Going to have kits!" She told him, excitement seeping through her tone and her gaze. "I know it's a little late, in age and all but... Kits!"

"Excuse me..." Leafpaw murmured, bounding over to Heatherpaw and purring. "Good afternoon!" He told her, his heart pounding as he realized just how much she meant to him. "How has your day been so far?" Anxiously, he sniffed the air for any sign of injury or blood on her, worry creasing his gaze.

Frostpath shot Brackenfoot a look, she looked somewhat annoyed with him, though that wasn't what she felt at all. "Do you not smell that? That...that scent...it's so....familiar! Do you smell it?" she mewed anxiously.

"K-kits? Like, our kits?" Callingstorm mewed, nearly choking on his own words. Kits. Kits of my own. he thought. To him, he didn't know what to think. Should he be worried for Thorn's own health, being the age she was or excited that they'll finally have kits to carry on their kin?

Heatherpaw looked up and stopped grooming when she saw Leafpaw. "Oh hello, Leafpaw. Good afternoon to you as well. she mewed with a smile. She lashed her tail and looked at him with intent. "My day has been alright, how has your's been coming along?" she mewed politely.

"I can't smell anything except this mouse." He retorted, pinning his ears as he realized what a sharp tone he took up. "I'm sorry," he apologized instantly, realizing how anxious she was. It was making his pelt prickle. "Hold on." He set the mouse down, scenting the air and frowning. "Yes.... I do smell that!"

Thorn smiled, brushing her muzzle against his. "Kits, yes Callingstorm. Our own kits." She purred happily, something inside her belly squirming as she flicked her tail. "Arent you excited...?" The excited look fell from her face, making her tail droop.

Leafpaw felt his tail droop, making him feel like she didn't return his strong feelings. "Oh, um... I woke up a bit late but... Yeah." He murmured, backing away with disappointment tingling through his pelt. "I'll just... Go now." He said quietly, backing away towards Twigpaw.

Adderbite smiled and licked the top of her head. "But I'm YOUR stupid furball," he purred. His tail curled around hers when she flicked it at him. His eyes clouded over with mild worry when she voiced her discomfort. "Uncomfortable? Are you alright? Should I get Quietleaf?" He gave a small purr as his mate's tongue licked up his ear and he nuzzled her cheek. "They'll be okay, I'm sure of it. I'm more worried about making sure you're comfortable while we wait for the little rascals to arrive."

" 'Task'? What were you up to, that I wasn't invited?" Twigpaw sounded both indignant and amused. Confusion paced slowly into his mind at the younger apprentice's startle, but he didn't express any reaction besides his usual grin. He cocked his head to the side, but his smirk changed to a solemn expression at the mention of a warrior's ceremony. "You'd think..." he said slowly, a sigh following it. His ears folded back a little when the younger apprentice ran off to the she-cat. A coy smirk touched his lips at Leafpaw and he walked to stand beside him. His tail rested on the smaller cat's flank. He looked down, arching an eyebrow. "You like her, huh?" he said, quiet enough that no one else would hear.

"Yes, all mine." She spurred happily, her eyes shining with love. "No need to worry her," she chided, ear flicking. "It's mild discomfort, nothing that shouldn't be passing soon." She murmured, breathing in his sweet scent. "As long as they're inside, I'm going to be as uncomfortable as a kit with a thorn in its nest!" She purred, rolling her eyes. "I'm more worried about them," she confessed. "I don't want something to happen to them... Our kits, they must survive!" She felt a pang of worry strike her heart.

Leafpaw flattened his ears, nodding. "Is it that obvious?" He mewed anxiously, tail flicking uncomfortably. "I... I know how some cats look at me," he started. "They stare like I'm a cat resurrected from the dead. I don't understand..." He trailed off, flicking his ear. "I feel this strange attraction towards her... Like, I have to be with her! At other times, I look around camp and I find that I have been here before, and I have strange memories that aren't mine... This scar," he gestured to his chest, "no one knows where it came from. I feel this... Attraction towards her, and then one to the medicine den. My paws consistently itch! I just don't understand..."

Heatherpaw watched as Leafpaw walked away seeming somewhat unsatisfied. She puffy up her fur with a little discomfort and frustration, thinking that the tom-apprentice didn't see much in her. She got to her paws and strode over to Twigpaw and Leafpaw. With sharpness snapping out at the two, she mewed, "What are you two up to then?" She said it in an older cats sort of tone, even though she was younger than Twigpaw.

Callingstorm shook his pelt and when he finished that, a smile gleamed on his face. "I'm overjoyed, Thorn!" he mewed with excite. Then he breathed, "Wow." softly so that only he and Thorn could hear it.

Frostpath then looked at Brackenfoot with excitement and deep curiosity swimming in between. "Do you want to help me go find where it's coming from?" she asked him. She looked down, then noticing the mouse that he had. "Or you want to bring that back to camp first? I could go on ahead while you take that to camp and then you could follow my scent or that other one." she suggested.

Leafpaw jumped, his tail fluffing up in surprise. "O-Oh nothing, Heatherpaw." He mewed quickly, giving his tail a few brisk licks to smooth the fur down. "Uh, why? Did you need something?" The tip of his tail flicked, trying to restrain himself from busting out and telling her how he felt about her.

Her purr started back up again, making her brush her muzzle against his. "Just think about it, in a few moons, our kits will arrive and will be running about this clearing, playing and bothering the warriors..." She purred, anxious for the kits to come now.

Brackenfoot set his mouse down, scraping dirt over it and shaking his head. "No," he mewed firmly. "I'm coming with you. Let's go." He started off with his nose to the ground, following the trail and checking every so often that Frostpath was near him.

Frostpath grinned and headed off with Brackenfoot. She talked as she went, not as serious as she was before hand, but still interested to see who's scent it belonged to. "Do you recognize it, Brackenfoot?" she asked.

Heatherpaw shrugged and looked at the two of them. "Oh, I don't need anything, I just wanted to see if the two of you were doing anything. Any hunting or exploring? If so, I'd might tag along." she mewed.

"I recognize it, but I'm not sure what it is..." He trailed off, his jaws parted as he continued to track it. Just in time he swerved around a tree, shuddering as he came to think about what if he had hit it. "Do you know what it is?' He asked her, curiosity pricking his pelt.

"No, we aren't doing anything. I think I might be needed by my mentor so--" He laughed nervously, scanning the clearing for Watcher. "I think I should go, um... I'm just... Watcher needs me." His voice grew a little high pitched with nervousness.

Adderbite sighed, pressing his nose into the top of her head and breathing in her scent. "If you say so..." he murmured uncertainly. He trusted her, but he wanted to make sure she wasn't hiding any pain to prevent inconveniencing someone. "But if it really does hurt, we'll tell her, okay?" He placed his paw on hers encouragingly, looking at her. He knew exactly what she was feeling... because the same thing had been worrying him. He didn't want to cause her any more sorrow. "It won't be like last time, Mayshadow... they'll make it. I'm sure of it."

"Nah, I'm just really good at knowing these things," Twigpaw said smugly, cuffing the younger apprentice's ear gently. Twigpaw listened, but didn't really absorb much of it. His mind was elsewhere, wandering around at Leafpaw's mention of a warrior's ceremony. His brother was already a warrior... how long would it be? The only thing he could think was the greencough infection that nearly killed him, but he should have advanced with them. He felt like he almost understood why others would look at Leafpaw but it was hazy. "I'm sure Starclan will make it clear. I'd tell h-- heeyy, Heatherpaw! Not much, just two toms enjoying a decent morning!" he purred, his grin returning. He knew what Leafpaw saw in her... but he wasn't going to purposefully mess them up. "Aww, come on, Leafpaw, why not explore with us? It'll be fun!" he hinted, nudging the apprentice. His gaze returned to Heatherpaw. "Even if Leafpaw's busy, I can go out exploring with you."

Talltree stepped away from the group, feeling more and more alone. His ears pressed back uncertainly and he sighed. His paws began to lead him out of camp, away from his clanmates. Out of everyone, he missed his mentor. Even when Blacklightning had taken a mate, the two had still found time to talk. Now... everyone was so caught up in their own lives that he felt like a thorn in their sides. The tom was so distracted by his thoughts, he almost collided head-first into a tree. After stumbling back a little, he unsheathed his claws and scrambled up the trunk. His body plopped onto a large bough. His eyes scanned the forest, but he wasn't looking for anything in particular.

Thistlestripe returned, still damp and ruffled, right before Thorn spoke. 'Kits!'? Her brow furrowed and she lashed her tail. She had never wanted to steal Callingstorm; she wasn't that kind of cat. But vaguely she'd hoped... no. He wasn't ever going to feel the same. She watched the happy couple then turned, heading back out of camp. Everything about her posture screamed resentful. Who was she even kidding? Callingstorm was a great tom, of course he was taken. And her? Who wanted a half-face. Normally she didn't care about it, feeling it proved some kind of point about her courage and persistence to live with it, but at the time it felt like the major explanation. After her anger began to fade, sadness replaced it. Her tail dragged lifelessly behind her.

"I don't think we'd be able to handle losing more kits..." She whispered, her eyes clouding with sorrow. "Our poor daughters..." She murmured, sinking into a sitting position. It had been the cold and lack of food that killed her kits. She vaguely remember waking up to two lifeless forms, tucked into her stomach as if they were only asleep. Starclan had taken her daughters; and she could only pray that they were with Heatherfrost now.

Leafpaw wanted nothing more than to smack the older apprentice, so he settled just for tossing him a glare. "Fine," he muttered. "But your taking the fall of Watcher puts me on elders duty for the rest of the moon!" He told him, tail flicking unhappily. "I'll go with you guys." He wasn't about to pass up spending time with Heatherpaw, he just didn't want to get in trouble with Watcher... Again. "So do you want to go?" He asked, referring to Heatherpaw.

"Shhhh..." Adderbite hushed her, nuzzling more into her head as if he could push the thoughts away. "That was then, and this is now. It's green-leaf, there's plenty of food for our kits. And Leopardprint will be here to help you, and Quietleaf, and me. You're in the best paws there are." The tom purred, sitting beside her. "I know it's hard, but we knew what we were getting into... there's nothing we can't handle as long as we have each other's backs."

"Alright, alright. I'll get Watcher off your back. Besides, Soaringsky is nice enough. The only one you have to watch out for is... well, everyone except Soaringsky, actually. Still though, nothing I can't handle," he chuckled, looking over at Heatherpaw to see if she was coming.

"Are you have sure? Do you think..." She stopped, swallowing hardly. "Do you think that Starclan is on our side?" She ventured, flicking her tail. "Do you think they want us to have kits? They left us Leafpaw; but you know how they all... Stare at him." She spat, ears flicking in irritation. "They think something's wrong with him. He's our kit, for Starclan's sake! He's drawn so far away from us... I fear for him." She whispered, throwing a look over to him. "We have to make sure these kits make it; Leafpaw needs some siblings."

"You know Watcher." Leafpaw mewed. "Watcher may be blind, but he really is a tougher mentor. He really dislikes when I don't do what he says or go out without permission. But, if your sure that I'm not going to get in trouble.. I'll go." He flicked his ear, a small sigh.

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I want leopardprint to have her kits soon but I'm not sure how many, or what they should look like

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Leopard print licked her soft spotted fur. with a flick of her tail she stood up and walked to the Nursery den

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Adderbite grimaced at her uncertainty. "Of course they are; Starclan wouldn't abandon us," he reasoned, trying to persuade himself more than his mate. "It was just a harsh leaf-bare, that's all... my only guess is Starclan was lonely, and couldn't think of any more beautiful and amazing kits than ours to love." He tried to purr and console her, his gaze flicking out to where his son and the other apprentices spoke. He didn't voice his own concern, that Leafpaw was indeed odd, but he still loved him dearly. "Cats just like to gossip I'm sure..."He rubbed his nose to her cheek. "I think... he might just need to find out who he is. As a warrior. Being young is confusing, but he'll be alright. I'm sure Watcher constantly harping him isn't helpful," the tom said almost spitefully, glancing around the camp with a glare but not seeing his son's mentor. Adderbite didn't trust any of the rogues, especially after they killed Mayshadow's younger brother Stagpaw and attempted to kill her mother. What's more, they expected to be accepted without changing their names to return to their clan life. It left him with a prickle in his fur.

"If you get in trouble, it was my idea and I pressured you. Plus, what if I got hurt? SOMEONE has to look out for me, and I'm probably too fat for just Heatherpaw," Twigpaw kidded around, gesturing sarcastically to his lithe form and mreowed with amusement.