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Frozenpaw
Frozenpaw woke with the soft rays of the first light. He was always an early riser, usually the first awake. His dark blue eyes scanned the apprentice den, a habit he'd developed as a precaution. He stood and stretched his back. The small black and white cat went to the very corner of the clearing and started cleaning his already flawless coat.

Jadepaw
Jadepaw woke much earlier than she would normally with the sound of Frozenpaw leaving. She knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so she hauled herself to her feet, shaking off any spare moss that clung to her speckled coat. She began rearranging the soft bits of fur and moss in her nest.

//on mobile, excuse any mistakes as autocorrect hates me dearly

A red-brown tabby tom laid lazily outside what was known as the leader's den. He had bright green eyes, the colour of bush leaves mid-new leaf. His name was Alderstar, and he was leader of AdderClan. He, too, had been wishing for a day to rest with his family - his parents, his brother and his daughter. How great that would be. But as leader, it was less likely to happen to him than it was to Marshfrost, but he didn't mind. They were all still alive, unlike his unfortunate mate Heatherwind, but they were all alive and well and that was all that mattered. Spotting the earlier mentioned deputy exiting the comfort of the warriors' den, Alderstar cleared his throat and beckoned him over with his tail.

A dark grey tabby, whom you would not have recognised as Alderstar's brother, was woken up by Marshfrost's exited. He shared his father's strong dislike for the deputy, and was very confused as to what made his elder brother think Marshfrost was good deputy material. The tom was emotionless and cared only for his kits - one of which hated him more than anything. Alderstar's brother - Stormwhisker - waited a few minutes before stretching and taking his leave of the den. Where he went next was the apprentices' den, to check on his beloved niece. "Jadepaw? Are you awake?"

Honeypaw, a pale honey-coloured tabby, responded. This was the only daughter of Marshfrost, and the kit who hated him more than any of her enemies. She flicked an irritated ear and lifted her head. "She's not, but I am. Well, now I am at least." Quietly, the fae slipped out of the den and past the warrior, not even stopping to think her dreaded father would most likely be up and about already. When she spotted him, she forced a small smile in case anybody noticed. Her hate was a complete secret - she never even dropped hints.

The two elders, Kestrelfeather and Stoneface, mother and father to Alderstar and Stormwhisker, stayed fast asleep.

Jadepaw looked at Honeypaw and sighed. "I'm awake!" She called cheerfully. She came out of the den, stretching out her long black and white legs.

Stormwhisker's pale yellow eyes brightened. "Oh, good morning Jadepaw! Your dad's awake. Should we go eat with him?" he suggested, referring to Alderstar. Whenever his big brother was busy and Jadepaw wasn't, Stormwhisker would either leave her to have some alone time or go keep her company. He wasn't clingy, but wanted to make up for everything he did when Heatherwind was alive.

Alderstar nodded. "Yeah. I don't mind who you send, but add another cat on the border patrols. I feel a little uneasy." It was true Alderstar got bad feelings a lot of the time, but he never passed them up, never ignored them. He always took precautions.

Honeypaw rolled her hazel eyes and grabbed something to eat.

Jadepaw smiled when she saw Stonewhisker. "Sure. Where is he at?" She asked him, stepping lightly towards her uncle.

The call startled Alderstar a little bit, but he calmed down soon after. For a second there he was going to tell Marshfrost off till he realised he was calling for patrols. "I think you can handle this." Alderstar raised himself up and padded over to Jadepaw and Stormwhisker. It was like he'd read his younger brother's mind as he said, "Hey you two. Shall we grab a bite to eat together?"

Stormwhisker smiled as his brother approached and nodded his head. "We were about to come to you." Then he paused and glanced over his shoulder at Marshfrost with a 'tch'. "I hope he doesn't mind if I stay here with you guys."

tracking!

Frozenpaw got to his feet gracefully, covering ground quickly as the young tom saw his father upon the rock. He sat down in the usual spot, the best place to see.

Jadepaw nodded. She walked over to the freshkill pile and stopped. "What do you guys want? There's a thrush, a few mice, and a rabbit."

Alderstar pondered his daugher's offer for a moment. He strayed away from the bird, having inherited his mother's dislike of them. "I'll have a mouse." He dipped down his head and picked up a mouse, then turning to wait for his brother and daughter to choose their meals. He glanced briefly over at the elders' den and made a mental note to bring his parents breakfast when they woke up.

Stormwhisker picked out the thrush. Unlike his elder brother and mother, he loved birds.

Jadepaw pondered for a moment, before grabbing a mouse. She could never eat the rabbit by herself, and that should be for the elders anyway.

Alderstar nodded to his daughter then went back and settled down outside his den, beckoning for his family to join him with his tail. Once Jadepaw and Stormwhisker were down beside him, he tucked in. "How's training going, Jadepaw?" He asked brightly, deciding to try and start conversation. Stormwhisker had been there for Jadepaw way more than Alderstar had, but at least she knew the difference between her father and her uncle. Alderstar personally vowed he'd be in her life more a couple moons ago, and that had been what he was trying to do recently. Good on him, I guess.

Stormwhisker flicked his tail in frustration as he passed Marshfrost. He may or may not have hit the deputy in the face by accident, but he didn't stop to check. He laid down beside his brother and instantly dug into the thrush, a small smirk forming upon his lips as Alderstar stared at Stormwhisker's prey in disgust. "What, you scared it's gonna come back alive and eat you?" "Don't be ridiculous. I just don't like birds."

Honeypaw scooped up a mouse and padded briefly over to Frozenpaw, dropping it at his paws. "Hey, I got you some food. Wanna share?" She knew Birchpaw would probably feign offence and pester her about not waiting for him to wake up later, but Honeypaw would deal with that at the time. She'd become a master and waving off her annoying younger brothers, as well as weaving her way out of conversation with her father. Honeypaw was weird and would only try to escape conversations with her father if her brother or other apprentices weren't around. She didn't want others of her own rank suspecting her love for her father. Part of her heart, at least, beated firmly for him and Honeypaw knew that she'd instinctively rush to save him if she had to. But the rest of it had a strong dislike for him - never wanted to see him unless he was in trouble and needed her.

//plot idea I'm pming you now~~~

Frozenpaw nodded. "Sure. Where's Birchpaw?" He asked. His blue eyes were murky and dark.

Jadepaw laughed at her father and uncle's light banter. "Training's going well. Except the fighting. I don't have enough muscle to do much there."

Alderstar smiled. "That's fine, you'll be a great warrior regardless. A lot like your mother was, you are. She was better at hunting and almost as beautiful as you." Alderstar's smile faltered into a more serene one. He made himself feel better thinking how much Jadepaw was like Heatherwind, but also how Jadepaw was unique in her own way too.

Stormwhisker shifted uncomfortably at the mention of Heatherwind. She had been the reason he rebelled against his loving family and close elder brother, but he blamed himself for that entirely. For letting jealousy get the better of him. He agreed with Alderstar regardless.

Honeypaw shrugged. "Still asleep, probably. He'll eat when he wakes up, don't worry." Honeypaw's vibrant hazel eyes trailed up to her father, the cat whom she looked nothing like. Strangers would wonder how they could possibly be father and daughter. Honestly, Honeypaw was glad she probably looked a lot more like Sandflower than she did Marshfrost. "Hello father."

@darkmarkioo do you mind if Whisperstar and Heathersplash meet up?

Jadepaw looked up her father, noticing their vastly different appearances. "Do I look like her?" She asked, her bright green eyes boring into his. She rarely asked questions about her mother, but she needed to know. Jadepaw had only fully seen what she looked like once, when the lake was calm.

Frozenpaw looked at the Apprentice Den, presumably where Birchpaw now slept. When Honeypaw spoke to their sire, he looked up also.