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[sup]Bearjaw jumped as the apprentice dropped out of the tree. "Mouse-brains." She snapped under her breath, pulling herself out onto the snow and moving to pull Wingpaw up by his scruff. The deputy had just come to converse with Russetstar. Not take an injured cat to camp! Her hard gaze barely softened as she looked down on the wounded cat and his terrified sibling.

Bierce followed, scenting at the fronds of the den. From what she could tell, there were a lot more cats in this clan that she thought. A purr rumbling in her throat, she stepped back and thought what these other cats could possibly look like. Her whiskers twitched as she smiled t Cherrypaw and said, "We can move on."

Cherrypaw nodded. "That's the Warriors den." She pointed with her tail at the den. She then began to explain to Bierce what the Warriors did for the clan and as they walked by the other dens she did the same.

Northkit ran away from Breezekit. As Cherrypaw and Bierce came into view she tryed to stop, but she failed. Northkit slid across the snow and cracked into Bierces leg.
Breezekit gasped and ran faster toward his sister. "Northkit!" He squeaked.

[sup]Bierce was going to respond when a shudder of pain came up her leg. Moving to step back, she'd find that her paw was tangled with Northkit's own, and the she-cat landes face first in the snow. In a moment her head was raised and she had her eyes screwed shut, shaking her head clean of snow. "I'm.. Fine." She grumbled out, wiping snow from her eyes.

"I-I'm s-sorry." Northkit stammered quitely. She tucked her tail between her legs and backed away.
Breezepaw made it to his sisters side and started lickig her fur to get the snow up and warm her.

[sup]"Its fine." Bierce said, standing up and shaking out her pelt. Thought her foreleg is sore, it didn't bother a lot. Taking a step forward, she whinced ever so slightly, her tail curled over her back as her eyes regained their joyful glow. "You two kits need to be more careful." She'd say, chuckling shortly afterwards.

"Oh! Surem" Foxshade said through a chuckle. The tom invited Honey to sit beside him, and when she did he'd only rasp his tongue over her shoulder. As awkward as it would've been, the tom could care less. His feathery flicked as he would say, "Bearjaw's a softie really. I think. She hs a soft spot for kits though! That's probably why she didn't shread your ears."

"Ok sorry." Breezekit said. He nosed Northkit and ran off with her.

"You sure you're ok?" Cherrypaw asked cocking her head at Bierce.

(Sorry it's so short Im rushed cuz I'm dealing with somthing)

[sup](Its fine.~)

"Yeah, I'm sure." She'd step forward, showing that she was just fine. Bierce just had to get used to this. The she-cat yawned, arching her back in a stretch. The ragdoll would come along to the sit, her heavy tail falling around her paws. There wasn't anything to see, so she was able to meet the other cats.

[sup]"He's as light as a feather." The she-cat mewed, placing the apprentice down and moving in a crouch. The deputy motioned for the leader to move him on her back. Claws digging in the snow and the dirt underneath it, she readied herself to have to walk carefully.

"Sure lets go." Oakstrike Stood up and walked toward the camp entrance. He walked out, the brambles pulling at his pelt. He waited outside for his apprentice.

"Would you be fine on your own?" Cherrypaw asked, she twitched her ears.
"You could play with the kits, get to know them?" The Orange shecat suggested, flicking her tail toward Northkit and Breezekit play fighting near the nursery.

[sup]As if on cue, Tigerpaw strode over, his head held high and his tail curled over his back. "Ah? So we have a newbie. It'll be found teaching you something!" A smirk crossed the Bengal's face, his claws unsheathed and flexing in the snow. He could already see the glare on Bierce's face that he'd be getting often. The elder apprentice was known among the apprentices for being a bully, and of course, glares were a thing he'd get a lot.

Bierce was going to respond, and of course, her gaze turned to the older cat. Rolling her eyes at his words, the ragdoll would look over the cat, his muscles visible through his sleek pelt. How he wasn't freezing, she didn't know. Licking her jowls, the ex-kittypet would sit on the snow, looking over to Cherrypaw with a look on her face that said, 'Who's he?'

"Yep." Bearjaw would rumble out, moving swiftly forward a few steps. After that she picked her way over the tangled roots of the grove of trees, pausing to make sure the pressure of Wingpaw on her back was still there, and he hadn't fallen off. A few moments later, she was scaling a snow riddled slope. Heaving herself to the top, she'd make her way quickly down the worn path leading to camp.

Foxshade chuckled, mewing out, "Don't fall asleep on me! I need your help do. By time you're clean my tongue will be numb." His feathery tail flicked against her flank as he continued on, grooming her with as much flexibility as if he was grooming his own pelt.

"He's Tigerpaw." Cherrypaw said. She looked at her older den mate and flicked her tail.
"Leave her alone Tigerpaw." The Orange cat stepped forward lashing her tail this time.

"The southern border, when I was out walking I heard some prey." Oakstrike started walking again.
"I also saw a rabbit, but it might not be there now." Oakstrike twitched his ears and glanced around.

Northkit pounced on Breezekit and pinned him. "Ha!" She shouted. "Got you!"

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"Not a surprise." Bearjaw said. "But his wounds don't seem so bad. He just needs to rest. Or something." The deputy moved forward again, pushing into camp. Without so much as a word to the others, she shouldered into the medicine cat den and place Wingpaw in an empty nest. The ragdoll would step back, looking about the warm den before nosing the apprentice. "Hey, mouse-brain, can you hear me?"

Tigerpaw laughed. "So you want to be a hero now? It'll be fun seeing you fail, kit." A smirk flashed onto his face as he kept his tail curled over his back, claws scoring the snow.

By now, Foxshade had finished his part. The tom had picked a nettle out of her fur and nothing more. Stepping back to admire his work, he purred out, "Perfecto." His feathery tail flicked against her flank as he chuckled, gaze on Honey's face.

"Don't mind him." Cherrypaw smiled at Bierce. "He's a grumpy cat." She shot a glare at Tigerpaw.