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    Vixenstripe

    After staying up late to wait for the night patrol to return to camp, the deputy had been catching up on some sleep. While exhausted, she was grateful when the sounds of her waking denmates stirred her from her slumber. After all, she was going to need to organize patrols, and what good is a deputy if she sleeps in? With a yawn, Vixenstripe climbed to her paws and pushed her way out of the warrior's den, tripping slightly as her paws carried her wearily out into the open. After accepting some poppy seeds from Longear the night before, the she-cat had slept rather soundly, and her paw in which her claw had been wrenched from felt much better. She spotted her leader's rump sticking out of the nursery and chuckled lightly, assuming he was checking on the newborn kits. The ginger deputy sat back and began to groom her pelt, mentally planning the patrols for the morning.


    Stonepaw

    The apprentice slept soundly in one of the mossy nests in the medicine den, his right foreleg splaying out in front of him. Longear and Forestpaw had instructed him to sleep with it at that angle to ensure proper healing, so that it wouldn't be stiff when he awoke. Hopefully, today he would get to join his friends in training, but for now, he snoozed away, a light snore emanating from him. He had been woken in the middle of the night when Thistlepaw practically dragged Spiderpaw in; the other tom had been vomiting and had a horrible fever. Unable to sleep while the entire ordeal was happening, Stonepaw had watched the tom be fed herbs and put to sleep next to him. Concern had been laced in his stomach; he had seemed fine just the day before, after all.


    Brackenpelt

    The golden-brown tom exited the warrior's den right behind Vixenstripe, giving his deputy a dip of his head before making his way towards the fresh-kill pile. Snagging a thrush, Brackenpelt settled down onto his belly with his hind legs sticking out to the side and dug into his meal. His gaze traveled over the camp, observing his clanmates as he ate. His eyes wandered over to the medicine den, where it seemed to be more crowded than usual. Worry caused his stomach to clench; could it be Foxpaw or Icepaw? No, he concluded. He had seen them off to bed. They were likely just sleeping in, at this point.


    Juniperheart

    The calico still slept silently in her nest, curled into a tight ball near the edge of the den. Her multicolored tail rested delicately over her nose as she snoozed away, twitching ever so slightly to indicate she was dreaming.

    ((Let’s try this again xD))


    As Lightningfang exited the warrior’s den, his gaze immediately fell on Vixenstripe. He noticed how her bronze colored fur glistened when the sunlight hit it, showing off its warm hues of brown and red. With a deep breath, he decided to approach her. As he passed by the medicine den, he caught Spiderpaw’s scent. He worried about the apprentice’s worsening condition, but there was nothing he could do about it for the time being. Once he was a couple feet away from the deputy, Lightningfang cleared his throat nervously.

    “Goodmorning Vixenstripe,” He greeted. “Did you sleep well?”


    Mousetail remained face down in a half eaten squirrel.

    Doepaw

    Doepaw awoke with a painful blinding in her eyes, the sun streaking onto her eyelids and causing her to jolt up, dots speckling her vision for a few moments. The cat had spent her night outside, and had fallen asleep much quicker than she would’ve in the den, her small wound aired and healing much better than it had in the nights before. Groggily flicking her eyes over the camp, Doepaw spotted Vixenstripe, a vague memory of her discussion yesterday floating through her mind.


    Hearing herself onto heavy paws, the she padded over quietly to Vixenstripe, her steps becoming lighter as she went on. Her wound felt much better, though she didn’t notice, as one usually doesn’t notice the absence of pain, just the presence of it. Doepaw was not a rude cat - though intrusive at times - and she knew to heed the best response she need wait until Lightningfang and Vixenstripe’s conversation came to a halt. Noting this, she settled down to wait beside them.



    Blackpaw

    The young tom had found out, (rather shockingly), that a litter of kittens had been born in his absence, and so his den was moved to make room for them, though still in the medicine den. The medics did not appear to have missed him, so Blackpaw had evaded trouble up till now, snoozing probably until near sun high unless awoken. The tom had taken it upon himself to clumsily reapply his cobwebbing in the night, not wanting to distrupt the new kits or their mothers rest by poking Longear or Forestpaw in the early hours.


    Whitecrow

    Whitecrow was feeling rather downcast this morning, a metaphorical cloud looming across her forehead and casting shadows that circled beneath her eyes. She had woken up hours beforehand, but never moved to hunt or converse, laying next to the opening of the warriors den with a discontented furrow in her brow. She spotted Mousetail and various others now daylight was breaking, but couldn’t bring herself to approach, even when knowing a breakfast or morning chat would cheer her up.

    peep   dearest one.

    Snowstream was a bit alarmed by the swat at her nose. She blinked against the dark a couple times before realizing Lightningfang had playfully hit her back for kicking him. Despite her sleepiness, she smiled and closed her eyes for another minute or so before heading out to start the day. As she slipped through the entrance to the den, the light caught her light fur, reflecting it brightly. She gave each of her legs a good stretch before scanning the clan for someone to spark of a conversation with. She would get to Vixenstripe regarding a morning patrol soon enough, but for now she wanted to share tongues and words with another cat. No stress, just friendly chatter.


    Catching sight of Lightningfang from across the clearing, she shot him a good-natured glare for having woken her up before turning to the fresh kill pile and snagging a shrew from the mound. Turning back, she spotted Whitecrow and decided to join the she-cat where she lay. "Good morning, Whitecrow," the young warrior stated politely. "How are you feeling today?" During the fight with the rogues, Snowstream had been very focused on her own opponents, so much so that she had not been able to keep track of all of her clanmates and how they were doing. She hated not knowing who had been through what, but by maintaining a sharp focus on her enemies, Snowstream had managed to avoid serious injury throughout the battle.


    QueenKarma

    Blackstar said a quick and quiet greeting to Silverbrook before backing out of the den, getting out of Forestpaw's way as he went. Once he was out again, he was surprised to see the clan so awake already. Many cats had wandered out of their dens and were getting ready to start training apprentices or go out on patrol. Warmed by the determination of his clanmates, the large tom smiled.


    As he was looking around the clan, he happened to catch sight of Stoneheart limping out of the warriors' den, favoring her injured paw. With his tail held high, he padded across the way to meet her, hoping to share breakfast with her as they prepared to start the day. "Good morning, Stoneheart," he purred in greeting, feeling in much higher spirits than he had the day before. He had slept well and woke up to healthy kits and a strong, mostly healthy clan. He had heard about Spiderpaw's condition the night before, but had yet to check on the apprentice. He would get over there as soon as cats started leaving camp. It would be better, he figured, if he didn't get in Longear and Forestpaw's way while they tried to work.

    Vixenstripe

    As the deputy smoothed down her ginger pelt, her eyes caught sight of Lightningfang as he approached. She sat up, her amber gaze welcoming the company of the warrior as she woke herself up. "Good morning, Lightningfang," The she-cat returned the greeting kindly, giving her ears a flick. "Ah, slept like a newborn kit. Longear gave me some extra poppy seeds, so I slept through the whole night. How about you?" Vixenstripe questioned the tom before licking a forepaw and swiping it across her face and whiskers. In her peripheral vision, she could see the smaller frame of Doepaw waiting on her, so she looked over her shoulder to face her apprentice. With a grin, she motioned with her head for the young she-cat to join them in sharing tongues.

    "Good morning Blackstar. And same to you too, Forestpaw," Silverbrook replied, whispering. The three kits slept peacefully at her side. "You can come in, but be careful not to wake them."


    Shadowfur left the warriors den and immediately made his way to the nursery. Seeing Blackstar and Forestpaw already there, he decided to wait outside the den and started to groom himself. He was still exhausted from staying up so late the night before, but he didn't want to let that keep him from serving his clan.

    Doepaw

    Doepaw quietly joined the two, flexing her claws into the ground in anticipation as she prepared for a hopefully positive answer to her question. After a couple beats had passed, she sensed it not impolite to speak.

    “Vixenstripe, me and the other apprentices are wondering when it would be fit for us to return to training?” She queried, flicking her ear in irritation as a fly buzzed around her head.


    Whitecrow

    Whitecrow flickered out of her trance, her head snapping toward Snowstream, a weak smile playing on her lips.

    “Oh, much better than some. If I’m honest, fighting those brutes was less of a chore for me as it was others, especially the apprentices. Six moons is plenty too young to be victim to such viciousness” she answered, her glance moving toward the nursery.

    “Let’s bet their licking their wounds so to not jinx it”.

    dearest one.

    Snowstream nodded in agreement, looking out over the clearing where cats were gradually waking up and the camp was slowly coming alive. "You're right about that... Too many cats, apprentices included, were badly hurt during the fight... It's hard to go about your day knowing that, but I'm finding some comfort in the thought that we ran them off. Many of them didn't leave our territory without getting a good few bites and scratches to remember us by." She spat as she spoke of the rogues who'd attacked her camp and hurt her friends. "If they come back, we'll be sure they regret it..." She dug her claws into the dirt for a moment, irritated at the memory of the cats who'd had the guts to attack her home. They wouldn't get away with it again.

    Forestpaw

    Forestpaw nodded. "Do you need any herbs?" She whispered, as so not to wake them. "And, have you decided on names for each of them?" The she cat looked down at the kits. While she wasn't concerned with love or a mate, she did find it sad she would never be able to have her own as a medicine cat, but she would have to check up on the kits anyways, so she would be able to get her fix of adorableness.

    Mintfern

    n/a

    Sparklaze

    Sparkblaze continued to sleep. He had been exhausted, from sleepless nights due to the unending fury that burned inside him really had taken a toll on him.

    ♚ Stoneheart ♚

    Stoneheart looked at Blackstar with tired eyes as she purred. "Good morning, Blackstar." She wanted to put her injured paw on the ground and show she wasn't weak, but at the moment it hurt too bad to do so. "Care to join me for breakfast?"


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    ♚ Mooneyes ♚

    Mooneyes rolled onto her back, purring in content as she dreamed. With a stretch, she was startled when her paw touched the sleeping body of Sparkblaze. She rolled back onto her stomach, mumbling an apology


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    ♚ Robinpaw ♚

    Robinpaw walked straight to the fresh-kill pile, snagging a mouse before going to lay in a quiet patch of sun. He wasn't one for sharing tongues first thing after sunrise. He liked to eat in peace.

    “I slept alright,” Lightningfanf replied. “Though probably not as good as I would have with some poppy seeds in my system.”

    He was slightly disappointed that his one on one time with Vixenstripe had been interrupted, but he still managed to flash the apprentice a friendly smile. The white tom sat quietly and looked around while Doepaw inquired about getting back to training.

    Thistlepaw slowly unfurled, hissing quietly as his leg twinged. It hadn't hurt nearly as bad yesterday, but he also hadn't say up all night before, either. He bent down and, giving his brother a quick lick on his head, stood and started to walk out of the den. But the second his foot touched the ground, a bolt of pain shot up his spine and nearly bowed him in half. He'd have to stretch it out if he wanted to walk on it, but he didn't have the patience for it right this moment. So he kept his injured leg off the ground completely and limped slowly out of the den.

    He squinted in the sudden light of the camp, not expecting it to be so bright. Then again, the medicine den was rather gloomy at dusk and dawn, so who shouldn't he have expected it to be dark in there? He sighed and started limping his way towards the fresh-kill pile. His ears twitched and turned to the side as he caught Vixenstripe's voice, and he turned to look at her. Hello deputy. Gorgeous today, aren't you? The words were on his tongue, and he even readied himself to take a step in her direction, but...an image of Spiderpaw slumped in the earth, breathing so hard his entire body rattled flashed into Thistlepaw's mind, and he turned away from the she-cat, continuing his painful journey.

    Once he got to the pile, he picked out a few mice and lifted them up by their tails in his mouth. He tried to turn, but nearly fell and had to slam his injured leg into the ground to keep himself upright. He tried not to clench his teeth at the sudden, vicious onslaught of pain, and he left out a soft grunt that may have been a scream in better circumstances. A visible shudder ran through him as he stood there a moment. Then he pushed himself up and tucked his leg into his side high off the ground, and shakily made his way back to the medicine den, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

    Once inside he limped towards his brother's nest, sighing as he dropped the mice. He carefully pushed one towards Stonepaw's nest, and flicked another towards Blackpaw in the corner. He saved one for his brother, and pushed the rest out into a pile in the middle of the den in case anyone else wanted one. Then he slowly sank to the ground and lay on his side, injured leg still kinked up against his belly as he lay the side of his head on the edge of Spiderpaw's nest.


    (That was longer than I thought it would be >>)

    Vixenstripe

    The deputy's whiskers twitched in amusement at Doepaw's enthusiasm to continue training. Casting an entertained look at Lightningfang, she purred back at her apprentice with her tail waving behind her. "Perhaps a group of us mentors can take those of you who are fit enough out for a group training session," Vixenstripe suggested, her amber eyes twinkling with delight. She caught sight of the young Thistlepaw struggle at the fresh-kill pile, causing her brow to furrow slightly. She was about to go and help him, but he seemed to regain his composure and head back to the medicine den with a few mice, likely for Longear's other patients. Yes, the apprentice could be an annoying nuisance to her, but she still held concern for her clanmates after the battle, especially the younger ones.


    Stonepaw

    Awakened by the smell of fresh-kill, the large tom opened his eyes to see a mouse sitting in front of his nose. Lifting his head, Stonepaw's ears perked up out of curiosity before seeing Thistlepaw sitting back down by his littermate. "Thanks," He mewed quietly to the other apprentice, not wanting to wake up the others who shared the medicine den at this time. He grinned at the other tom before pawing the meal closer to him, sinking his teeth hungrily into the meat. Recovering was a tiring process for the body, so the apprentice found himself even hungrier than usual the past few days.

    ooc:

    Sorry I vanished for a few days! I'm here now!

    Also, I think I'm gonna have Lionpelt go find Calypso if that's okay with Tigerclaw51731


    ic:

    QueenKarma

    Blackstar purred warmly as Stoneheart invited him to join her. "I would love to," he said warmly, sitting down next to her so that his long fur brushed her shoulder. He gazed out over the clan, watching them wake up with a smile on his face. Despite having nearly been torn apart by vicious rogues, most everyone was in good spirits and were getting back to their normal lives. He wished he could give them that all the time. Turning his attention back to the pretty she-cat at his side, he purred again. "How did you sleep? Did your foot give you too much trouble?" His voice was tinged ever so slightly with concern, though he didn't lay it on too thick. He knew she wouldn't appreciate pity or over-protectiveness, so he dialed it back as much as he could. Still, he couldn't help how he felt.


    MsNakura

    Lionpelt yawned, stretching his long legs so that the sun bounced off his brilliant golden pelt. His shoulder was still very stiff, but it didn't hurt as much to put weight on it today as it had the day before. He took that as a sign he was fit to go out in the woods again. Making his way out into the open, he flicked his ears sleepily as he looked around the clan for a familiar face to greet. He didn't see Shadowpaw yet and assumed she was still sleeping. He slowly made his way towards the apprentices' den before stick his head in curiously. "Shadowpaw? Are you in here?" he mewed quietly. He knew there would still be apprentices sleeping in there, but if he was going to go hunting or anything, he wanted to see if she'd want to come with him.


    QueenKarma

    Swiftpaw let out a huge yawn as Lionpelt whispered into the den. With all the cats getting up and down, she doubted she would be getting anymore sleep. Once the warrior backed out of the den, she made her way out, sure not to step on anyone's feet or tail. With a short nod to the warrior, she padded over to find Mooneyes, wondering what their plan was for the day and if her mentor was planning on taking her out for training or not.

    ♚ Stoneheart ♚

    Stoneheart rested her head against his shoulder and watched the clan with him for a moment. At the moment, she didn't really care who saw them. She was simply too tired. "I refused poppy seeds again, so I didn't get much sleep." She knew he worried for her, which warmed her heart.


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    ♚ Mooneyes ♚

    Mooneyes look up at her apprentice as she approached. "Good morning, Swiftpaw. How'd you sleep?"


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    ♚ Robinpaw ♚

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    Forestpaw

    "Alright. Just let me or Longear now if you need anything." Forestpaw meowed, before leaving the nursery. She was happy for the she-cat and her mate, and hoped that nothing bad would happen to the new family. She still thought about her parents and sister a lot, and she still felt sad. Forestpaw went back into the medicine den and flopped into her nest with a sigh.

    Mintfern

    n/a

    Sparklaze

    n/a