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    Clearwing. The one cat she was looking for today had just walked right up to her, but now the lynx point tabby had to go on patrol while he wasn't placed in either groups.
    "Sorry Clearwing, I don't think Grimeyes placed you in either patrols..." Her voice held a bit of sorrow along with the warmth she liked to speak to the tabby tom with now.
    Shellblaze's face was slightly flushed as she spoke though, an idea popping into the she-cat's mind after a second. "But maybe you could ask to join the border patrol... As there's something I'd like to talk with you about, if I could..." Her voice trailed as Shellblaze lowered her head, placing her puffed up tail in front of her face. Her emotions were running wild within herself at this point, it had become harder to speak with the tom as of late without getting flustered
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    Beechwood - The words impacted his ears in a way that seemed like a slap in the face. The dusty brown tomcat recovered swiftly, though, quickly restoring his composure. Beechwood managed a toothy grin and flicked his ears. "Of course," he purred gentlemanly, his nose giving a slight twitch. "Lead the way, Frogpaw." he meowed heartily with a light bow towards the grey-furred apprentice. Beechwood was a humorous tom, and was always looking to please and entertain others.

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    Redclay - The slightly scrawny she-cat shrugged. She examined her surroundings with tired blue eyes and twitched her whiskers. "Wherever my nose takes me, I suppose." the warrior murmured under her breath. Redclay flexed her needle-sharp claws and dragged them lightly through the dirt, chills of satisfactions quivered along her spine, sending white tufts of fur bristling. Redclay shook out her red point coat and blinked her stunningly icy eyes in a feeble attempt to escape her morning funk.

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    Frogpaw - The sleek she-cat could hardly contain the pride that she felt in that moment. After puffing out her chest fur and allowing a brief sigh of satisfaction to escape her lips, her mint eyes met Silverfur's. "I'd be honored," she breathed, twitching her whiskers. Frogpaw padded eagerly towards the camp exit. This will put my knowledge of the territory to the test, I'll prove to them my value as a warrior. she thought, an eager smirk playing across her muzzle.

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    Stormpaw - [font=trebuchet ms]The grey-and-white apprentice gave a brief nod of her head before meeting the senior warrior's gaze with gleaming amber eyes. Stormpaw turned and followed the red tabby tom out of the camp, being careful not to invade his personal space, or any cat's for that matter. The older apprentice typically preferred to stick near the front of the patrol, perhaps it was just an odd habit of hers.

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    My apologizes, Zesty! I kept checking and checking updated threads. I had assumed I'd been the last one to reply, I guess. Maybe I hadn't because I was at school or something!
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    Silverfur's whiskers twitched in amusement when Beechwood bowed. The warrior imagined the cats of old acting in a much similar fashion, and toyed with the idea that he had an old soul, but in truth, it was probably simply his personality. It was a relief to have him around. Nonetheless, being spiritual as she was, she briefly wondered if that explained Grimeyes and Monster, two cats with sorely unpleasant demeanor. They were different, yes, but perhaps they were old spirits that never quite settled in StarClan, and yet have not found comfort with the living.
    No, I'm being ridiculous, she thought to herself, but Silverfur enjoyed the rare times her mind got imaginative, as it reminded her of younger moons. No worries, no fretting, just stories.
    "Go ahead," Silverfur urged the apprentice encouragingly, though she was unable to hide a bit of impatience. The days were shorter in leaf-fall, so she was eager to begin their task.


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    IC:
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    The Scottish fold had felt a small wave of disappointment as Lunastar was about to refuse. He braced himself for a hard rejection, only for it not to come. His confused gaze studied hers as she considered her choices, causing a small beam of hope to rise in the back of his head. He found himself dreading the suspense of waiting, but he'd have to let her think over such a decision.
    He only dipped his head softly after she spoke, but barely had any time to feel down before he heard the voice of a triumphant kit. He trotted behind the leader, peeking over her shoulder to glance at the orange eyed youngster known as Firekit. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her after he noticed the mountain of grump that was glaring at her. He gave an apologetic glance before moving away torward the group.
    He was relieved that Lunastar had redirected the senior deputy back to organizing patrols. He could be quite scary when he was mad, and he definitely didn't want to be near him if Echoshine got involved. He shuddered slightly. Perhaps he should just avoid Grimeyes for now, and just do as he was told.
    And so he slinked over to Crimsontiger, hoping to put his current worries away as he hunted. Maybe he could find up a meal for somebody. He enjoyed making his meals. They were pieces of art just as beautiful as they were delicious.


    Firekit:
    The little tortoiseshell met Grimeyes' gaze with her intense orange orbs, burning with intense defiance. Not an ounce of fear was held in those eyes. She knew that the senior deputy wouldn't dare hurt her badly, or he would face the wrath of Echoshine, and maybe even Lunastar. Speaking of Lunastar, she seemed to have arrived before "the scary senior deputy" could yell at her.
    She turned on her heels to look at Lunastar as she spoke, a huge grin spread across her maw. "I got past his defenses, and hit him square in the flank! That never happens!" She mewed triumphantly, her tail quivering with excitement. "I'm going to be the best warrior their ever was, and if I don't start early then I will never get to be the best I can be! If I can sneak up on him like that, then I'm just getting one step closer to my goal. Right, Lunastar?" Her eyes grew wide once she finished speaking, and her ears perked to catch any note of approval or advice. Especially since this would be coming from the leader. For the time being, she had forgotten that she may be punished for "attacking" Grimeyes.


    Lynxshadow:
    The pixie-bob nodded to Whitemuzzle once he said that he had slept well, even though he had detected the lie in his voice. He forced himself not to frown, but instead occupied himself with clawing out the dirty bedding of the elder. He managed a sweet smile before taking the bundle of dirty bedding in his jaws. He nuzzled his way out of the elders den, then made his way to the dirt place to drop off his load.
    He searched around for a few minutes until he finally came up to a tree with a soft, light green moss. Expertly, his seven toed paw sliced the moss from the tree, not even leaving a spot of dirt in his bundle. He also retrieved a bit of braken to help make his friend's nest more firm.
    Whitemuzzle had been trying to play off that he was fine, but it was plain to see that his health was quickly deteriorating. Lynxshadow made it a promise to himself to make his life as pain free as possible until joined Starclan. So, with that, he decided to look for some feathers as well.
    His black tipped ears perked as a quiet sound met his ears. It sounded like we dying bird. Leaving his bundle of braken and moss near the tree, he decided to check out the injured sparrow. He found it easily, for it had been calling in loud pained gasps. It lay in a circle of feathers that had been ripped out, probably in a fight. The bird itself was suffering from a mortal wound to the neck, but what had killed it?
    The answer came almost immediately when he heard the territorial call of a bluejay. They must have gotten into a fight. The sparrow would die naturally, but it would take a long time. He decided to just kill it out of mercy, and bring it to the clan. Perhaps Foxtongue would want it.
    With that thought in his head, he picked up the now dead bird in his jaws, while the downy feathers surrounding were bundled up and tucked under his chin. He stopped at the tree to retrieve the braken and moss, before making his way back to camp. He blinked a greeting to the departing patrols as he entered came, then made a b-line to the elders den.
    There he dropped his bundle at the nest of Whitemuzzle before giving the sparrow to Foxtongue with a small smile. He then returned to the tuxedo tom to start fixing up his nest. It took him longer than he expected, but the result was a very comfortable nest that would keep Whitemuzzle warm, but also ease his aching bones. Anything for a friend at the end of their road.


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    Lightscars
    The mangled tom's ear turned to catch the words being passed around as patrols were set up. He was sure it wasn't hard to miss as the brightly coated kit leaped out at the senior deputy. She was rather clumsy and it seemed her aim was off, but all the same it was an amusing and refreshing sight to see. It was clear that Firekit took greatly after her mother in her more fearless and outgoing personality. It could cause her trouble in the near future, hopefully, whoever was tasked with training her would be experienced enough to know how to handle such a cat like her. As much as having a spirited personality was a good thing there could be some negative faults to it as well.


    The med. cat nearly missed his name being mentioned as he turned his head towards the large Jag cat in the distance. As much as the tom troubled him it was clear that he did think of the clan and the cats within it. He had great qualities of a worthy leader if he could just be a little more friendly. His attention was focused on the tom padding his way. He dipped his head to Lionspirit as twitching his ear that the question that was asked. "I have several that I'll be needed for my herbs have been running low." He meowed while glancing over his shoulder into the den. "I am afraid that you won't recall every one I'll need but Coniferpaw would. Do you mind if I send him along with your patrol?" He wondered.


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    Lionsong followed Lightscar's gaze to Firekit. The little one stood between the deputy and the leader, Grimeyes and Lunastar respectively. He briefly wondered if the little one was being scolded, but there was no hard expression in either one of the older cats' eyes. It must be a relief to the tortoiseshell kit that she would not be punished; she was speaking excitedly. Briefly the ginger tom wondered what she was saying. Oh, what it would be to have no responsibilities, to be a kit. Then again, he did love being a warrior. His tail lashed briefly as a flash of violent pride shot through him.
    He returned his eyes the medicine cat, and blinked slowly, patiently. His one good eye shined good-naturedly when Lightscars replied. If Coniferpaw didn't mind the brisk pace patrols pushed--so they could cover the whole border before sundown--then he could come. Lionsong said as much, then added, after a hasty glance over his shoulder at Silverfur, "He best be fetched now though."
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    What a singing thrill she generated as she with steadfast steps journeyed further into the depths of Oak Clan territory. The silver cloud of rippling muscles and dark spots glided across the earth in a tempestuous manner. Her confident paws did not falter despite hidden roots and dips in the ground that were masked by leaves and harmless facade. Their crunch did not bother her as it normally did when she concerned herself so intently on perfect silence, practicing stalking. Some may have defined today's breeze as chilly, but it touched her with a gratifying grace and temperature. The bright and verdant appearance of certain trees were already fading to deathly sleep, marked by the variation of new and more vivid reds, oranges, and even yellows. Though she knew the hues of fire would burn out to brown, and their remnants fall lifeless to the floor, this season of change suited her and she preferred this time of the year. It was that of anticipation, a wariness to a challenge crawling up to her til finally her time would come to be promoted as an apprentice.




    She couldn't imagine who her mentor would be. Surely Lunastar would deliver Singingkit someone with as much ambition, if not more, to guide her in the ways of a mighty and powerful warrior. At the grandeur of the thought she pounced vivaciously in the air, dreaming ecstatically of wartime and victory. Her foe pinned beneath her in awe and defeat at her older but still small body. Triumphant yowls and sneers, a cause that had been important enough for battle and one that carried risk. Her fur screamed on end with this fantasy and many other inkling side stories bubbling inside her of other great goals achieved. One of course becoming the future leader and developing the current Oak Clan into her own vision of Oak Clan. Naturally she knew over-thinking these goals was pointless at the moment, those were long-term aspirations. Singingkit would plan first around her status as an apprentice before she became too overzealous about being leader. After another while of practicing small knacks and "work-in-progress" moves and techniques she started less enthusiastically on her way back to the camp.
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    He hummed in monotone as if it would deter those around him from speaking to him, as he found his silent nature was no longer employing that signal any longer. Shadowkit had been bantering like a mother over Singingkit and then like a jealous she-kit, which she was. Oh how he simply wanted peace and quiet to be the only sounds that reached his semi-large ears. But that was as if your wish came true about mice flying straight into your mouth. Eventually his mind numbed her words enough to where he no longer heard her and his mind thought aimlessly to the other day. Lilackit had been almost like Singnigkit when she went into a frenzied temper tantrum, and it was uh- how had she put it. Oh yeah, he supposed, something about being unreadable. Yes, apparently that was his greatest trademark of his character. His knack to be cold, unmoving, and soulless. He was not one for delving into emotions, so useless, even Singingkit was prone to cast that of a brewing storm. But he was that of ice; cold, still, unrevealing, and not one to bother himself with others' issues. Ice was cool that way, he thought, it just sat with lame stoic.




    Now and again his mind lingered to slight wonders of his apprenticeship. Would his mentor be able to cope with Coldkit's personality, so seemingly dull and uninspired. He was not sure he had found a warrior with the kind of moxie that would yet mold him in any other way. A test of patience and a veiled mystery is what his mentor would be presented once the time came. He was in no hurry nor fine in waiting for his next step in hierarchy. He supposed he just didn't care, that it was just one of those necessities in life you had to go through, learn, if you wanted to continue surviving in this world. Coldkit definitely knew well enough to assimilate to the clan's ways for the sake of necessary skills, he was just not as tempted to carry himself so enthusiastically as his sisters or litter mates. He would perfect himself in his own quiet and lonely like ways, albeit he figured he'd have to pay attention to his mentor.
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    How easily it was for her tongue to run wild and unreigned with words, especially when it came to her sister, Singingkit. The way the silver storm-queen managed to stir her fur was almost habitual and unbelievably annoying to the Maine Coon kit. Even while she stammered on about the little things that her sister did to spark her nerves, she knew her brother was at lost of interest and not listening. Yet somehow just to spit out her frustration always seemed to wither away the anger and ultimately made her more or less pleasant to talk to when it came to other clan members. She soon realized, or rather remembered, that she was in company with her littermates and Echoshine. "Oh....excuse me."




    It was normal for her to rant when it was just her and Coldkit, she was not keen on sharing this berating in public for other less understanding ears to retain. Her mind quickly fluttered hoping to diverge any preceding thoughts about her bantering-




    [b]"So Lilackit,who do you think your mentor will be?"[b] Shadowkit also silently asked herself the same question.
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    The tom's eyes followed the patrols as each patrol leader gathered their cats. He couldn't but noticed the one she-cat, in particular, was rather lost. Orbpaw, she seemed like a clumsy fool in his honest opinion. She was trying and he guessed that all that really counted. Grimeyes turned his head towards the tom treading over to him. At the question of taking Irispaw to do some training, he flattens one ear against his head. If Alderstripe wanted to take his apprentice training he should have said something before he sorted out patrols.


    "Fine, take her. But next time say something to me before I have all the patrols done." He growled with a touch of irritation. The slightly OCD tom had problems with keeping the number of cats in a patrol as equal as possible which irked him more than the actual loss of Irispaw. It would be wise to get her to spend more time with her clanmates besides her mentor. How was she suppose to gain a sense of duty to a bunch of strangers? Then again she needed her training and he wasn't her mentor, so if Alderstripe wanted to take her so be it.


    The dark furred warrior turned away from Alderstripes and glanced over at Lunastar who was still chatting with a loud Firekit. She was certainly Echoshine's brat. He waited for the leader to finish with the kit so he could discuss some of his concerns with her. He was sure she had more than enough on her plate, but he wanted to see what was going in her head. She was one of the rare ones, he could read her emotions when she portrayed the well enough. However, knowing what was going on in her head was another task altogether.
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    *Ahh, gosh dangit! I told myself that I would try to post more often, but I keep forgetting to post :'( Well, there isn't much going on at the moment, so I am open to talking to anyone. I would have gone on the border patrol but I think they are pretty far into the forest by now, so sorry about that Dapple!*


    Clearwing
    Clearwing watched as the patrols left the camp, headed into the forest. Clearwing sat down and started licking his paw to try and clean himself off. The cats in camp were still busy, but Clearwing didn't know how to help and thought he would just get in the way of those who were working. He decided to wait until the patrols came back before he would go out and hunt, no point in hunting while a paw-full of others would be scaring off the prey. Best to wait until later...

    (Sorry I was so quiet! Job hunting is time consuming...)


    Foxtongue


    "My breathing gets faster...And so does my heartbeat...I wish this was over...I wish that this was a dream but..." ~ Nightmare by Set It Off


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    Foxtongue had been wandering in his thoughts when Lynxshadow came up to him with a bird in his maw. His tall ears perked a little before he turned his triangular shaped face to the larger male. The red tabby and white male watched with rather calm yellow eyes as the bird was set before him and the male smiled. His memory reaching back and thinking about Elfinlight's smile. He wondered if she had made friends...


    If so...he guessed perhaps he should try as well. It would bee just too hard to try and hold on to the single thread of comfort she had given him. He was already a mess. The thin tom dipped his head before watching as the pixie bob went back to ending to Whitemuzzle. A friend that may join the ranks of the ancestors soon. The chill of Leaf-Bare may not be the best way for the poor old tom to go though...at least in Foxtongue's opinion.


    The tom remained quiet as he watched before using his front paws to drag the dead bird closer to him. How fitting was this? Given a bird hat seemed to be damaged before coming to his paws. Lynxshadow was not the only thing that attacked it. The tom could tell from the damage it had been dying before the larger tom had even touched it. It was so ironic to him. He was broken. Probably will never be what everyone else sees as a perfect life. Grow into a warrior...start a family...watch it grow. But that thought was not to be his life as it seemed. For like this bird he was broken...then put out of his misery. He bent his head down touching his ruddy pink nose to the soft mangled feathers. He whispered a soft prayer before his fangs sunk into the flesh.


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    Spidershade


    "So could you...Tell me how you're sleeping easy...How you're only thinking of yourself...Show me how you justify...Telling all your lies like second nature...Listen, mark my words, one day...You will pay, you will pay...Karma's gonna come collect your debt..." ~ Wolf In Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off


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    Spidershade felt the familiar feeling of Elfinlight taking her typical place beside her, well a little behind her. She turned her head slightly in acknowledgement to it though Elfinlight would not see it. Crimsontiger asked for a suggestion and her reply was almost automatic...


    "No one has tried Shade River in a while...We could try along the shore or a bit into the forest more" he voice holding that even monotone she had adopted as her new voice. She raised her head showing just how much she had grown from bumbling apprentice to and elegant and long legged warrior. Full control over her legs, a carefully formed skull with sharp alert ears...seemed that the only thing she had lacking was a tail. She narrowed her eyes slightly watching Blossomfrost go about her pathetic display for attention an pretending she was alright.


    It didn't take a genius to know she never really was. Since her mate and kits died...she was this pathetic mess looking for band-aid's for something that frankly Spidershade found no drive to be upset over anymore. The brown tabby crinkled the white bridge of her muzzle in a slight snarl before returning her gaze to Crimsontiger.


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    Blossomfrost


    "It's time to get the chains out...Is your tongue tied up?...Cause this is my ground and I'm dangerous...And you can get off...But it's all 'bout me tonight" ~ Confident by Demi Lovato


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    Blossomfrost didn't seem to care her flirtations and advances where completely shot down. Her ego seemed to not be bruised or even affected. Her flirtations still as casual as breathing air...much to some of her clan-mates annoyance. She didn't get the hint? Or was it she didn't care anymore? Her vanity and thirst for toms a constant fuel to build herself up on. So when Spidershade glared the older female only smirked flicking her full sleek dark seal tail at the younger female. SHE had a full long luscious tail...and sadly the brown tabby kit had been born without one. Oh how sad! The poor thing was clearly jealous of her.


    Well that was the arrogant side of her trying to keep herself from cracking at the seams. She justified every action she took with an over compensation of arrogance and will.


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    "Where there is desire...There is gonna be a flame...Where there is a flame...Someone's bound to get burned...But just because it burns...Doesn't mean you're gonna die...You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try..." ~ Try by P!NK


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    * Cleaning up Leaves *

    [Singingkit is in the camp right?


    I thought Stonepaw was in a patrol? Maybe I was mistaken.]


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    The leader had to do her best to keep the growing laughter from breaking free at the kit's response. It was rare she had very much to find funny in life, but the way Firekit spoke of her successful "attack" on Grimeyes was rather humorous to her. The left ear swerved in the direction of the huge tom nearby although her crystal clear orb remained solo upon the colorful kit. "I suppose you do have a point. The early bird does get the worm." She meowed while unwrapping her tail from around her paws with a gentle swish. "But you must remember just as you strive to become a great warrior, Grimeyes does the same to become a great deputy. He can't do that when you are using him for practice while he's trying to do patrols." Her scolding was rather gentle compared to her more blunt manner of scolding older cats.


    The leader lowered herself a little more in order to meow in a hushed tone, she didn't Grimeyes getting upset with her. "If you really want to prove yourself I would try getting past his defense when he is sleeping." Her senior deputy was rarely ever relaxed she would find it highly hilarious if Firekit could jump on him then. She should be discouraging such behavior really, but it might do Grimeyes some good to having some kit like Firekit pestering him. The kit and her mother were rather similar, Echoshine had a rather good influence on most as far as she could see. Maybe Firekit would be the same. "Your mother is coming out I think she might be looking for you." She added, noticing the queen slipping out of the nursery.


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    Long, well-muscled form slipped over the territory with precision and purpose, his tabby from taking no rest as he went. The handsome tom had slowed his pace a little as he waited for one of the cats to give him a sign that they had any particular place they wanted to check out. If no one spoke up, which would be dull if you asked him, he supposed he could see where his paws took him and hunt there. He paused complete and turned his head so he could peer over his shoulder at one of the newer warriors.


    "The shores of the Shade river?" He repeated in thought. That could work he wouldn't mind that. He hadn't been to the Shade River in a bit, perhaps he could catch something fishy so long as the water wasn't too cold. The tom's eyes wandered over the cats in the patrol, both ears lifted in order to listen if there were any protest to the suggestion. When none were voiced he dipped his crown and with a charming smile confirmed their destination. "The Shade River it is." He returned his attention to the front and began leading the way once again.




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    The sightless she-cat turned her head as her ears moved constantly like orbing satellites. She kept within a tail length of Spidershade making sure to follow the steady rhythm of her confident pawsteps. Elfinlight was a rather confident of where she was going without having working eyes, but things in the forest were always changing. Whether it was a fallen tree branch, sticks, overgrown tree roots, or so on she was in somewhat danger of figuring out where to put her paws or tripping over something. It would only get worse with the oncoming leaf-baring and the snow. This would be her first leaf-baring as a warrior and without Foxtongue. It was depressing to think about it.


    Before her depression could bury itself in her heart she shook her head and quickened her pace as she noticed she was falling a little behind. She hurried so that she was settled back in her form place a little behind Spidershade. Her ears stopped wandered and on her focused friend's voice as she spoke about a place to go. She had nearly forgotten what Crimsontiger had been talking about in her straying mind.
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    *Hovering in the back of the patrol.*





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    Whitemuzzle


    Whitemuzzle turned his head as Lynxshadow returned, slowly creeping out of his nest. Whitemuzzle onlooked wearily as Lynxshadow weaved moss and bracken into the small scoop, padding it firmly, yet softly. After a moment of watching, Whitemuzzle began to occupy himself by busily drawing his tongue in long, rasping strokes along his chest fur. The rhythm was a soothing pace, the warmth the friction created relieving against the chilly pre leaf-bare air. By the end of it, his mangled fur was at least decently clean, slightly sleek. He could never seem to keep his fur neat nowadays.


    Whitemuzzle's whiskers quivered, dipping hid head in gratefulness toward Lynxshadow as he finished up "Thank ya Lynxshadow, that was real kind of ya," A raspy purr sounded in the old tuxedo's chest, its vibrations like that of rocks bouncing against each other. It was a more slower frequency, deep, but thin in volume. Slowly, the elder crept back into the nest, immediately relishing the sringiness of fresh moss beneath his paws, as well as the addition of soft, downy feathers. It reminded him of his mother's fur. It was a distant, yet vivid memory. Trying to remember it was hard, but when something was brought to mind that reminded him of the memory, it was more vivid than the sun on a hot summer day.


    Whitemuzzle started to slowly knead the cushiony nest, before finally settling, curling his tail over his front paws as he crouched over his breakfast, sinking his teeth into the succulent squirrel. The taste was far from bland on his tongue. In fact, it sang. It was the best thing he'd had since green-leaf. Prey like this was harder and harder to come by for the warriors, he knew. For this, the tom sent a small prayer to Starclan, before taking the first complete bite. Slowly, Whitemuzzle swallowed, before looking back up at Lynxshwdow "So, how has your first day bein' able to hunt been?"


    Alderstripes


    Alderstripes didn't bat an eye at the senior deputy. The only sign of quiet indignancy was a slight lip twitch, but he said nothing. Perhaps it was Alderstripe's fault. Actually, it was. Bu he wasn't about to be intimidated by this grump, that was for sure. Not that he was. Instead, the pixie-bobbed manx dipped his head respectfully, choosing his next steps wisely "It wil not happen again, Grimeyes," He replied to the darkly toned tom, before turning to his apprentice.


    Alderstripes' whiskers twitched, looking doen at Irispaw "We will be practicing hunting, and try out a few basic battle moves so I can assess how much Shellblaze has taught you. Then we'll go off of that," without any other statements, the deputy turned towards the carefully weaved exit, his pawsteps steady, but slower than usual as so the apprentice could keep up to him. As he made his way across the clearing, Alderstripes glanced at the nursery subconciously, his nose twitching slightly. Upon glancing at the nursery, Alderstripes noticed the den shiver. A vague sense of hope twitched at the back of his thoughts. The deputy recognized the queen quickly, making sure to make eye contact with Echoshine. The deputy dipped his head in a calm greeting to the she cat "Good morning, Echoshine," his voice was friendly, easy to acquaint with. But it still held that undertone of respect/politeness he seemed to hold for most cats. But the friendless seemed to outweigh the bland, simplistic tone of politeness for the she cat.


    The tom's paws slowed to a near halt, blinking slowly "I hope that you slept well? At least, well enough?" Slight amusement tinkered with his voice, making it more light and giddy, tugging at his heart, triggering his more playful tone. He was referring to the kits, as there were many, many kits clustered around her. But only one of those kits was hers. The other, Alderstripes guessed, was off being a rambunctious spit of fire, just like her mother. His whiskers quivered slightly at the thought, though he didn't dwell on it long.


    Lilackit


    Lilackit's ears twitched, turning her head to listen to her mother's response. At first, Lilackit listened intensely, piercing blue opals observing Echoshine's expressions as the queen spoke. It was interesting at first to hear that the queen somehwat agreed with her, especially since she was a kit. Perhaps adults did heed kit's words sometimes. Lilackit always felt underestimated by the older cats. But she'd proven that she was just as much of a deep thinker as they were, no matter hoe brash she could be.


    Though after a short moment of lietening to Echoehine, Lilackit quickly fell uninterested as the queen drew into a short lecture on how Lilackit should be more careful with her words. It took a bit of self control for the kit to not huff, or roll her eyes. She'd heard this argument many times before, and it got quite repetitive sometimes. Not only repetitive, but extremely annoying. Sure, Lilackit knee how brash she could be. And so did others. But honestly, shouldn't brashness be used? Sometimes a cat needed their tender little heart to be whipped into shape. It was a tough world, and it required a tough heart to survive it. Sometimes the hard truth was the best. The least she wanted to do was lie about somebody. It got on Lilackits last nerves when cats weren't honest with her. It was funny how some cats thought they could get away with lying to her. Lilackit could see through most cats like glass, with the exception of Coldkit, of course.


    Lilackit yawned after Echoshine's lecture which failed to pass through her thick skull. Instead, she turned to Shadowkit at her question. Wonder rippled down the young-kit's core of mind. She'd never thought of this question before. It was a good question, one that stumped her.. But it was undoubtedly one that she could answer. There were so many great warrior whom she'd love for them to mentor her. All were fantastic in their own ways, let it be speed, stealth, or strengths of personality. There were many determining traits that could take a cat far in the hierarchy.. But really, it may sound weird, coming off of her tongue. But the tom Lilackit thought wasnideal was indeed op posite of what Shadowkit may think Lilackit wanted. But, she wanted to findout more of this tom, so after a moment of thoughtful pondering, Lilackit responded "Grimeyes," the name came off casual, though it might have dropped like stone in some cat's ears. She may not like Grimeyes that much, but he stood by similar principals as her. He knew the world was harsh. And he certainly didn't seem to hold back on his opinions either. But, alas, she knee the chances of him being her mentor were minimal, as he seemed to have no interest in the mentoring apartment.


    Lioackit's ears twitched towards Echoshine at her calling. With a huff, Lilackit slowly walked towards the entrance, beckoning Shadowkit to follow with a small flick of a tail tip. Trotting outside, Lilackit sat beside the entrance, not really interested in battle moves at the moment. Instead, she spoke once more to Shadowkit "Who do you want to be your mentor?"

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    The silver spotted-tabby watched Irispaw depart, slipping out to train with Alderstripes. She did not argue to keep the apprentice in her patrol; to keep the numbers up lest they ran into some trouble. No, not only was it not her place, but she thought it would also be good for the deputy. Seemingly he has emerged from a 'funk' he fell into after having killed the Sin, Pride. Silverfur suspected it was his first kill, and he had not yet hardened himself to it.
    She bid them farewell with a dip of her head, and turned her attention to those in her party. The warrior noticed Lionsong had slung back. While he still moved with warranted fatigue from the evening past, and slightly annoyed with her, he had the playful glint in his eye.
    As long as he doesn't flirt with the squirrels, I think we'll be okay, she thought to herself.
    "Let's go," she meowed, then trotted into the gorse tunnel. She kept the brisk pace through the trees until they reached the shaderiver. While leaf-fall has been cool, the water's edges had yet to freeze. The center never would, because it continued to move through the year, only slowly nearly to a halt in the worst of droughts.
    "We'll begin freshening markers here," Silverfur meowed.


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    Lionsong thanked Lightscars for his time, and then returned to the patrol. Frogpaw was asked to lead it, but had failed to take action, so Silverfur instead lead them on. He was secretly pleased the apprentice was slow to react, because he feared if the patrol had left without him, well, he wouldn't have bothered trying to find them. Instead, he would have returned to his nest to sleep. Lionsong was that tired from the patrol he took last sundown.
    He stifled a yawn as they all began filing into the gorse tunnel, the ginger-and-white tom deciding to take the rear. It was then he noticed a smaller form almost bump into him. Coniferpaw was a medicine cat apprentice, but has been one for so long, he was Lionsong's height. I recall you asking for his full name once, so i figured he is at least 12 moons now? Nonetheless, he still lacked the muscle warrior training would have given him.
    "'Morning," he meowed, but said no more as they walked to the shaderiver. The air between them could be filled if the apprentice chose to speak.
    At the bank, he absentmindedly began rubbing against the nearest tree, reveling in hos it felt to scratch his flank. Long hairs from his coat stuck to the bark, leaving his 'mark'. Other markings included scratching and urinating, but he was too tired for the effort. Instead, he turned to Coniferpaw he made it out this far right? you said he was going to run and join, but i assume he didn't walk away? if he did, to look for a herb, let's say Lionsong stayed behind with him? and asked, "Need help with anything?"

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    Coniferpaw:
    The mousey brown apprentice had been organizing the herb supply when he heard Lionsong mention him to Lightscars at the den entrance. He was positive that it was going to be a patrol, which meant more herbs! He hurried his organizing pace, but forced himself to be slower as to avoid being messy. His ears swivled as he heard the receding pawsteps of Lionsong as he walked away. Oh no! Just one mooore He thought as he hurriedly placed the last of the herbs in their place. There!
    And with that, he scrambled out of the med den, muttering a hasty goodbye to Lightscars as he sped to catch up. Once he was out, he bolted torward the horse tunnel, bits of herb and leaves flying in his wake. His long legs made it easier to catch up with the patrol, and he had caught up to Lionsong very quickly.... Perhaps a bit too quickly. The apprentice had to slide to a halt to avoid crashing into the warrior.
    When he was younger, it may not have been as much of a problem, but with his increased height, he could overlooked the warrior over if caught by surprise. Coniferpaw had already passed his first year of age, and was nearly two moons past that.
    He was quite tall for his age, nearly surpassing the height of the warrior before him. He was lean and elegant, his tail curling like a thin snake. He was quite similar in build to Silverfur, excluding the more developed muscles of the warrior. Yet, despite his growing body, he still retained that same adorkable smile. Just like how he was smiling to apologize for running into Lionsong. He also nodded a small greeting in reply to the warrior's greeting.
    As the patrol moved on, he detoured every once in a while to find herbs. He always found himself returning to Lionsong's side after getting what he needed. He tilted his head as the warrior scratched at a tree, but didn't do anything else. He shrugged it off as just a normal thing, and instead turned his attention to the cat's voice.
    He voiced a soft "No thank you." And smiled. He may need help later, but in the waning months of the year, where the leaves turned to blazing colors, herbs were uncommon. I don't have time for the others, but I will do them later.


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    I don't think I've read a full description of older Coniferpaw before. (:
    Lionsong was patient with the tom as he weaved in and out path the patrol was taking towards the shaderiver, though he was a bit surprised when Coniferpaw wished for no help. The warrior did not allow himself to be taken-aback though. He could never hold ill feelings towards the lithe young tom whose breadth of knowledge surpassed his own. Not to say Lionsong was ignorant, but he definitely was no medicine cat.
    "Okay," he meowed back, but hoped Coniferpaw knew that the offer was not closed.
    The ginger-and-white tom continued upriver, padding along the bank of the shaderiver, every once in a while doing his best to leave a scent marker. In times past, he was lazy with this task, believing no cat was outrageous enough to confront the Clan. Alas, he was wrong. The Sins and Nobody attacked the Clan, leaving OakClanners dead, and even more injured, both physically and mentally. So now, he did not skimp in duties--any of them.

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    The multicolored she-cat took a deep breath of cool fresh air that didn't smell like kits. She took a seat outside of the nursery and wrapped her tail around her legs. The queen had been putting her weight back on slowly, having lost a great amount of it while dealing with some of her own problems. The orange eyes were focused on the kits, whether they had listened to her or not. Was it terrible to love such troublesome little monsters even most were not her own? She doubted it was. Besides her two, she had no real ties to the other kits. She doubted any of them thought of her as their mother, she was just the queen in the nursery who was tasked with watching them, scolding them, caring for them.


    It was her job so what did it matter to them. Still, despite whatever trouble they may cause, no matter where they went, no matter what they were called, they would be hers. Hers to her. She didn't think they knew how much she loved them all for her love was unconditional. It was often the unconditional love that was abused. It was alright, though, she didn't need them to understand, care or acknowledge her love. So long as they grew up themselves and happy it was more than enough for her. The queen's head turned from the nursery and over to the tom walking her way. Her smile was her normal dazzling happy one as she greeted the clan deputy with a wave her tail.


    "Hello Stripes." She had long ago grow accustom to seeing that one bright amber eye instead of two. He looked a little different and perhaps was a little different but he was still the same Alderstripes she knew and loved, it had just taken a little time to get that through his head too. "I slept okay, some nights are better than others. How are you doing and Irispaw?" She meowed. How she slept depended on the kits mood, if they were tired she slept through the night if not...well yeah. "Have you seen Singingkit?" She asked after a thought, having already located the whereabouts of Firekit. Singingkit was next on the list.
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    The angelic appearing she-cat walked on near silent paws- or well they would be silent if she didn't step on every brittle leaf or twig in her path. Three moons into this apprentice thing and still she had problems with the keeping quiet thing. The large ears on her head flatten against her crown while large turquoise-aqua eyes stared down at delicate white paws. Little needle-like claws were piercing through sturdier leaves and making them stick to her paws and although the crackling noise wasn't all that loud it was loud enough to distract her. Orbpaw had been lagging farther at the back of the patrol, at least a few tail lengths seeing as she had shown up late. As she grew more and more irritable with her paws the distance grew. She failed to even take notice two longer legged toms rushing pass her in her little dilemma.


    It got to a point where she finally gave up on walking altogether and took a seat on the earthy ground. Her claws were a pain in her rare, they were always a pain in her rare. They were rather long, always sticking out even when she tried to sheath them. They weren't fearsome in the least, she still had another three moons before she reached the age of one and she pleaded with Starclan that they would make her paws large enough to hold her claws. It would be nice to be just a little bigger, she doubted she'd grow up to be beautiful or stunning like some she-cats. She would always just be pretty, attractive in a delicate way without being truly beautiful.


    The apprentice let out a long drawn out sigh as she watched the cats go on ahead of her. She'd catch up. She got to work on carefully pulling out the leaves from in between her front claws. She had torn a back claw before and it hurt more than words could describe. As she worked getting everything out of her claws she reminisced about everything and anything that came to mind. Her life in the clan, her lack of interest in pretty much anything, and her lack of understanding what it meant to be an apprentice. As she pulled out the final leaf and stretched out her paws she dashed her former thoughts to the back of her mind.


    She got to her paws and moved her scrawny legs to catch her patrol. She stopped so suddenly that gravity nearly had her crashing into a slender tree trunk. Her neck arched her head backward as she peered up at the trees. Was that....no it had to be her imagination. She carried on through the woodlands till the shaderiver and her patrol came into view. She continued to remain on the very fringe of the patrol. She didn't like to be noticed but she didn't like to be complete forgotten either. It would be nice just to have someone, they didn't necessarily need to be friends or even talk, just someone to sit by, or to remind her of what patrol she was on. Anyone to be awkward with would be nice.


    Orbpaw's aqua visions kept lifting from the ground to trees, searching. Yes, it had to be her imagination for she didn't see it there. She forced her wandering mind to return to the task, something about marking boarders. Very carefully she slipped off to freshen the scent marks along the boarder, eyes in constant motion and ears moving towards every little sound.
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    *not sure what to do with her so still sitting by herself.*




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    Hey guys I'm sorry for my absence, could I have a recap please?
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