FINALLY A WARRIOR | open; new character

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    [color=##fbdd98]✦ ✧ ✦[/color] Finally, Wheatfield's warrior initiation was over. She received her name, stood guard overnight, and rested the rest of the day. The siamese femme had been waiting for this day, and working hard for it. Yet, she never stood out. She was always very reserved, and introverted. Her demeanor was strong, and proud, but she strayed from the crowds at any moment. She kept to herself so harshly, she had even failed to make any memorable relationships during her kit-hood and apprenticeship. However, Wheat felt re-born after receiving her warrior name. No longer feeling incomplete, she felt as if she had a new found strength. Perhaps it was time to get out there and meet people, make some friends. Not just be another face lost in a crowd.

    With that train of thought in mind, the fae strolled into camp. She took it upon herself to fetch her own breakfast, and find a nice place to settle. Wheat's blue eyes trailed the Thunderclan camp, leaping from face to face as they darted about camp. Thunderclan was lively, as always, and a bit much for such a early morning for Wheat. She was always more of a mid-day kind of cat, mornings seemed more fitting for lounging for her. At least now, she wasn't one of the young apprentices getting pulled from their beds to go out into the wild, and learn how to hunt. Though, it pleased her to know that one day she'd receive a apprentice of her own. Not today, though. Today she was a newly fledged warrior, ready to start their adult life. Even if it meant being approached by others and, yes, talking to them.

    ASPHODELPAW ;;


    -----> Unfortunetly for Wheatfield, the first one to approach her was ever-grumpy Asphodelpaw. The medicine cat stopped in his tracks, on his way to tend to some moaning patients about splinters or broken bones - never where they very clear - when he saw the molly. "Hey! Warriors eat last, or did you forget?!" he snapped at her, almost personally offended by her disrespect to the code. Now more than ever was it important that everyone follow the laws of the clan. What else kept them all anchored after the horrible storms they'd been having this past few days!


    //ic opinons i love wheat aah welcome to thunderfam!



    (c)trexgirl



    Mintflower had been on her way to congratulate the newest warrior. Another friend to make in the warriors' den! Even though Mintflower had been a warrior for four moons now, even she was excited still to be able to do warrior things. Like...uh...well. Stuff! Sleep in the warriors' den, that was one! When she hears the medicine cats' offended mew, the slate female quickens her pace a bit.


    "Aw, Asphodelpaw. Don't be so down! Wheatfield needed something after her vigil she didn't want to get your fur all ruffled I'm sure," Mintflower replies to the younger cat with an happy mew before adding, "Besides, I was just about to hunt myself! Hey! Why don't you come, Wheatfield? How's that sound, Asp? I'll even make sure I eat last in the whole Clan if it makes you feel better."


    Not that it was much of an offer. Mintflower was usually off in her own world so often she forgot to eat anyway. More food for the rest, she supposes.


    Wheatfields blue orbs flicked to the medicine cat apprentice as he roared his maw wide open in her face. Unimpressed, the new warrior focused in on the younger cat, waiting for him to stop. She debated heavily on her options here, as she knew well she wasn't meant to disrespect elders, or high positions. But, then again... Asphodlepaw wasn't a elder, and as far as she knew, wasn't considered a full high position.

    That's when Mintflower popped in, and the fae then turned her head to look at her. She responded rather kindly to the apprentice, which stuck a idea in Wheatfields head. Not a great one, she was sure, and she was even more sure she'd face the repercussions of it later on. But, it was a smart move, at least in her head.

    "Oh, no, Mintflower is right!" The fae chimed with a small smile. "I'd never want to offend or deprive anyone! Here, honey bee, have my feed. Surely with the harsh attitude of a kit missing their nap, you should eat with them, yes? Have at it, I think I'll take Mintyflower's offer of going on a hunt. Perhaps when I get back, a full belly and cat nap will help you address mistakes like a semi-high position should."

    The warrior rose from her position, kicking her feed towards Asphodelpaw. She offered the medicine cat a curt nod, and looked towards Mintflower once again. This was why she kept to herself, as she now had a anxiety ridden twinge of fear that Mintflower may not want to be around her. Surely that wasn't the case, though? Wheatfield hadn't the slightest idea, really. For all she knew, she could be seconds away from massive... massive trouble. Cleaning the elders den kind of trouble, even.

    "If, that is, your offer still stands?" The fae then asked, somewhat sheepishly.

    Frankly, Wheat wasn't one to step out of line often at all. Reserved and keeping to herself, she was usually found to be quite respectful and laid-back. But, attitude was not something she care much for, and wasn't afraid to speak out on. Especially with one snapping at others so rudely for honest mistakes.