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    Slatepaw padded out of apprentice den with confidence, scenting prey in the middle of the camp. She wondered if her mentor would be okay with her taking food now and decided that he would have to be okay with it. She was hungry. Yanking a vole from the pile, she chose a corner and started to eat it.


    Ripplepaw followed after his sister and watched as she grabbed food. He decided to wait until his mentor gave him the go ahead before eating. Sighing, he sat down and gazed at the sun that filtered in through the entrance of the camp, while keeping an eye out for his mentor. He couldn't wait to be out there in the sun.


    Flintfire nodded to Dunestripe and Littlepaw as they left to collect herbs. "Have fun you two!" He purred after them, turning to the herb store. "I better clean this so there is room for the fresh herbs." He murmured to himself, pulling the juniper berries out and sorting the new and old into two different piles. He gazed out the window nearby longingly as he finished up the juniper and moved onto the marigold.

    SootStar followed reluctantly, trailing behind the she-cat. He peered around, assuming where the most prey would be."Let's take the long way down instead of the wing. I saw some tropical birds down the mountainous path." He suggested.


    OOC Alright. The board has been updated, take a look! BirchFlight and CloudChaser, would you be alright with mentoring? (Sorry for such a short an un-detailed post, I'm a little busy :P )

    OOC: Ask Fire, It doesn't bother me either way. I can't really post any more Rp posts until my apprentice replies, so I might not post for a bit.


    Edit: Ya! I'll update the board

    AutumnFlame wrote:


    SootStar followed reluctantly, trailing behind the she-cat. He peered around, assuming where the most prey would be."Let's take the long way down instead of the wing. I saw some tropical birds down the mountainous path." He suggested.


    OOC Alright. The board has been updated, take a look! BirchFlight and CloudChaser, would you be alright with mentoring? (Sorry for such a short an un-detailed post, I'm a little busy :P )


    "Alright" nightpool said simply before she bounded towards the long way with a relucant sigh, she glanced every so often at the tree before it disappeared from her line of sight. The she-cat turned to look at SootStar, "Why'd you choose me to hunt anyways, you have a whole clan of cats." she sniffed, after all she had been busy finding out what, or whom, was in that tree.

    SootStar started down the steep pathway. He paused and glanced at NightPool with a friendly grin. "Why not? Your a skilled hunter" he complimented after warily eyeing jagged rock. He shook his pelt, the humidity was crawling under his fur.

    Nightpool ducked her head embarressed as she pawed at the ground, "Thanks SootStar, So you got your eyes on any she-cat." she asked playfully as she gently batted his ear, before focusing on finding prey. Her eyes watched the plains before she spotted a squirrel. The female crouched down, flicking her ears as she stalked forward.

    (I thought Night was going to mentor Ripple? And Birch with Slate. I just checked the first post and saw Night with Slate. Sorry this is confusing loll)


    Ripplepaw didn't see Nightpool anywhere so he decided to step outside and into the sun that was calling his name. Closing his eyes as the sun hit his fur, he sat down against the side of the plane and gazed out into the forest.


    Slatepaw saw her brother longingly stare at the sun and rolled her eyes. She shrugged and continued to eat her vole as she waited for Birchflight.


    Flintfire grabbed a giant leaf and swept all the scrap herbs onto it before carrying it outside and dumping it over the edge. He stared out at the wing-bridge before heading back inside and continuing to sort herbs.

    Birchflight glanced around the camp and finally noticed his apprentice snacking down onto a vole. He blinked lightly before making his way over to her with a slight smile. "Hey there, Slatepaw." he greeted. Once he arrived next to the apprentice, he sat next to her waiting for her to finish the prey. A small bubble of worry entered him as he remembered the recent associations with illness and some of their prey. "Slatepaw, did you get that checked with one of the herbalists yet?" he paused for a moment. "Just in-case.."


    Littlepaw eyed the bridge once more before awkwardly making her way over with unsheathed claws. She gripped tightly before slowly edging her way closer and finally with a leap, landed clumsily beside her mentor. She blinked before giving a sigh of relief.

    (Okay thanks! :D)
    Slatepaw looked up from her meal as her mentor approached. "Hello Birchflight." She glanced down at her prey quickly before looking back up at the warrior with a shrug. "Mm. No. I was hungry and that would have taken too much time. Anyways, are we going to go training today?" The young cat looked hopeful as she thought of running through the jungle.

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    Squirrel heard claws scraping wood as if something were climbing after him. He turned his head to the trunk of the large tree for a quick moment. After that, he instantly took off down the branch he was on. He bounded over a gap of air, landing on another tree branch. It was thinner, but he didn't weigh much. He had heard tales of twolegs sitting on this. Why couldn't he run on it?
    Well, he found out. A good few minutes of running and jumping from tree to tree, his yowl echoed in the air as he landed on a branch too thin or too old for his body. It cracked beneath him as he landed on all four paws. Time slowed in his mind as he fell, the wind brushing his face. If could stretch his limbs quick enough, he could grab the branch a few foot below. His mind sped back to normal time, and his front paws flung out to grab the bark. His claws tore wood from it, his lower half of his body swinging in the air as his chin rested at his paws. His back legs spun awkwardly, looking as if he had broken them. But he was really just reaching for the sturdy trunk of the tree with his back claws, thinking that would help to climb back up. His yellow eyes glanced to the lush ground, spotting two other cats. Squirrel closed his eyes, his hips still turned in a painful looking position. He could almost bet one of those cats was the one on his tree.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

    KIPLAND KAIZER


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    DuneStripe shot her apprentice a praising glance and continued on their declining path towards the waterfall base. She came to halt, her eyes wide with wonder as of a kit being told a story. "Look, LittlePaw!" She said with grin and raised her paw to point at a parsley like plant. "It's chervil" she declared. It was growing between two large sediment stones. She reached towards it cautiously, aware of her unsteady footing and grasped at the delicate stem. She took it hastily, including the root. "Remember what it does?" DuneStripe quizzed through a muffled mouth.


    SootStar chuckled, although he had a rather weak sense of humor. He wandered slightly westwards, the scent of prey drifting in the air. A colorful, tropical bird was perched on a low lying branch. He wasn't fond of feathers, but SootStar silently resisted his duties to the clan. He lowered his hindquarters into a crouch.

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    Wish we could go back to the good old days, when our momma sang us to sleep...
    [Fancypost bgcolor=white; height: 300px; width: 290px; margin-top: 40px; margin-left:-10px; overflow: auto; color: black; border:white 2px; font-family:times new roman;]NightPool lunged at the squirrel she saw. Giving it a quick killing blow. She straightened up with a tiny smirk of approval. She had wanted to know if sootstar liked anybody, but she guessed that would have to wait.for now. Nightpool gave a tiny snort, seeing a tropical bird walking straight towards her. Having black fur had its advantages. [/fancypost]But now we're Stressed Out[/fancypost]

    The bird gazed hesitantly towards SootStar's direction, he tensed and prayed to StarClan it didn't see him. Perhaps green fur would be useful in a situation like this. The bird lost interest in the possible threat and returned to scavenging for food on the forest floor. It's not alarmed he thought and wiggled his haunches, preparing to pounce.

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    Wish we could go back to the good old days, when our momma sang us to sleep...
    [Fancypost bgcolor=white; height: 300px; width: 290px; margin-top: 40px; margin-left:-10px; overflow: auto; color: black; border:white 2px; font-family:times new roman;]when the bird was inches from her, she sprung. Landing squarely on the large bird she gave it a killing blow and sat up with truimoh. She licked her paw and drew it over her ear as she trotted towards her leader. She crouched down, as she watched him.[/fancypost]But now we're Stressed Out[/fancypost]

    SootStar's eyes narrowed as he pounced skillfully. The bird, on the other hand, squawked in panic and tried to take flight. He felt his claws grasp something and adrenaline blazed through him at the impact. Breathing heavy, he thanked StarClan for the life. SootStar glanced at it, unknowing if it was tainted. He'd ask FlintFire or DuneStripe when he got back. His gaze slid to NightPool's and he grinned sarcastically. "I hope it's not tainted." He muttered, suddenly feeling anxious again.

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    Wish we could go back to the good old days, when our momma sang us to sleep...
    [Fancypost bgcolor=white; height: 300px; width: 290px; margin-top: 40px; margin-left:-10px; overflow: auto; color: black; border:white 2px; font-family:times new roman;]" it probably isn't. It's been a while since a piece of prey has been painted but... Better safe than sorry right?" She said sheepishly, holding the squirrel and bird in her jaes.[/fancypost]But now we're Stressed Out[/fancypost]