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    Vulturepaw had crawled out of the apprentice den, mid afternoon, having missed his training for yet another day. His fellow den mates had attempted to shake him awake but every attempt proved unsuccessful, as he would grunt in annoyance and swat at whoever decided to put a paw on his resting body. this was the third day in a row where he had over slept. He hadn’t known why he had, it was just a habit, he assumed. Vulturepaw stretched, then sat on his hind legs in a lazy fashion. His shoulders were slumped and his neck was outstretched downwards, his green orbs scowling the area. He was tired, it was visible on his face. At this moment, vulturepaw’s name was fitting.


    Vulturepaw hoped that no one would be able to notice that he had slept in all morning for the past three days, and he had a feeling no one would come close to him. His ill temper and impatience often made people stray away from him. Vulturepaw was fine with that. His father would always tell him that friendliness and charisma were good traits but usually for weak cats. Vulturepaw was not a weak cat. He was a massive, cold and calculating apprentice who just wanted to sleep and to train. Oddly enough, he could barely manage both.


    Vulturepaw had saw a couple of glares directed towards him that irked him, simply because it drew attention, and it made him feel vulnerable. So, to distract himself, he made his way to the fresh kill pile with heavy steps, trying to find something small that would grant him energy.


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    MORNINGFROST

    ❝ Not a saint, not a savior, just ill fated❞

    TAGS ☆彡the blue tabby honestly did not like laziness. he was always doing something, in someway or another, whether he liked it or not. some thought that he simply liked to prove himself a lot, but that wasn't the case. if he wasn't doing anything, he felt like he would eventually become a burden. evergreen oculars flicker passively to vulturepaw, alerted by the movement itself. he usually didn't keep tabs on cats, but it had been obvious that the other hadn't been doing much. you can eat, but you can't train on time, he'd catcall to the apprentice passively, not really wanting to start a fight, but stating the obvious. food couldn't be wasted during this time of the weather, especially to those that weren't doing much.

    “Give him a break,” Beetlepaw chastised evenly, eyes slanting toward Morningfrost as she padded forth. She didn’t condone laziness, nor the crudeness which Vulturepaw often displayed, but public humiliation wasn’t the way to go about fixing it. The young apprentice took a seat somewhere near her fellow apprentice, feathery tail wrapping around her paws. She felt triumphant in her aversion of emotional turmoil in that no matter how rude or crude a cat be, she could shrug the words off like they didn’t even matter. “Everybody has to eat. There are other ways cats can work, even if they can’t wake up early,” she meowed with a shrug. Vulturepaw could help the elders or queens if he couldn’t attend morning chores like the rest of them.

    Vulturepaw was caught off guard by the blue tabby's statement, and had groaned in utter annoyance. Yes, he knows he over sleeps, he understands this wasn't really part of the warrior code. But he was just so hungry. "You're so annoying, I'm just getting energy." He would say tiredly, as if he had nothing better to say. It was really all he could form. He ran a claw through the pile then pulled out a small vole from the bottom. At least he was saving the bigger prey for everyone else.


    Beetlepaw had came to the rescue, defending Vulturepaw. He was glad that he didn't have to do anymore talking. Besides, Beetlepaw had a point, and he had made himself very clear. Vulturepaw stuffed the vole in his mouth and nodded in agreement. "Precisely." purred Vulturepaw with his mouth still full, and his anger not subsiding.


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    Wolfsbane's wounds were tender to the touch and the skin around them burned. If they'd become infected, the chocolate Maine Coon wouldn't be surprised. Flint was little more than a talking pile of rubbish: it made sense that the wounds his claws had inflicted would become infected. He hadn't gotten them checked out yet, but the discomfort was making Wolfsbane ill tempered.


    He'd been searching the camp for his sisters, but a scene just a few feet away caught his attention instead. Vulturepaw looked as though he'd just rolled out of his nest, a fact Morningfrost obviously disapproved of. Laziness was not a trait Wolfsbane minded, as long as it didn't interfere too intensely with his daily business. So far as he could tell, just sleeping in didn't make one lazy. Of course, if he'd done the same thing back home, he'd have been in a heap of trouble.


    If he remembered his lessons correctly, eating before working was against the warrior code, but he didn't hold the code in high regard. The Clan cats pretended to be civil and touted it as morally superior, but they mistreated their females and used it as an excuse to act barbaric.


    Bending his maw to poke at the wounds on his shoulders, he let Beetlepaw and Vulturepaw respond to Morningfrost's catcall before adding his own two cents. "If he doesn't train, he doesn't become a warrior on time. What's it to you?" If being promoted was important to Vulturepaw, he'd get his act together, but if he didn't care, why should it make a difference to Morningfrost? As long as Vulturepaw had the strength to back himself up (something Wolfsbane was inclined to believe he lacked) he was entitled to his opinions.

    I was meant to be yours — tags

    Wolheart would pad into camp at that point, a squirrel in her maw as she stopped and blinked in soft confusion at the scene before her. Vulturepaw, Beetlepaw, and Wolfsbane all seemed to be giving Morningfrost a hard time this morning and with a frown, the warrior would deposit her prey and turn to the apprentices, "I don't know when apprentices became so snarky, but it would do you both well to remember that you ARE apprentices. Morningfrost was defending this clan long before you two were even born and as such deserves respect." Her tail would lash behind her as she scolded them both and then she turned to Wolfsbane, "Wolfsbane, where is Flint? Isn't he suppose to be keeping an eye on you and making sure you aren't causing trouble?" The warrior would turn back to Beetlepaw and Vulturepaw as she meowed sternly, "Since you two have enough energy to back talk, you have energy to train. Both of you are coming with me to practice some battle training, Would you like to join us, Morningfrost?"





    "We were made to be one..."





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    [ hawkpaw ] [ marbled tabby bengal mix with milky blue blind eyes ] [ six moons ] [ male ] [ trad. windclan mca ]


    tawny ears fluttering at the quarrel, hawkpaw kept his mouth shut. queens and kits were meant to eat first, but in order to bring back more sustenance for the clan the warriors and apprentices needed energy too. as with everything in life, it was a fragile balance. he wanted to remind everyone to eat what they could- not to starve themselves for the sake of keeping others fed. he was just an apprentice though, and like wolfheart had said the other cats had moons more experience than him.


    but not as medicine cats. he mused. no, he wasn't a full one and wouldn't receive that title for some time. still, that didn't mean he was incompetent.


    "everyone, try to at least have a few nibbles here and there. if you go without for too long you can get lightheaded and weak, plus you become prone to falling ill." he spoke up, informing the group of windclanners.














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    Wolfsbane had made his way over and had made a statement that struck Vulturepaw to heart. He did want to be promoted to the status of a warrior, but he did not want that promotion to be delayed. Vulturepaw could see it--his fellow den mates from the moment he was granted apprenticeship, are being called on their warrior name, while he sits in the shadows, watching enviously. This thought was beginning to give him a headache. He winced in slight pain, then had begun gnawing on the flesh of the small vole, trying to soothe his stressful headache. He had nothing to say to Wolfsbane but a simple grunt.


    Vulturepaw was alarmed by Wolfheart's sudden appearance, and strictness directed towards him and Beetlepaw. Vulturepaw flattened his ears in annoyance and blinked his slow, tired eyes. He continued to gnaw on the vole, trying to block out Wolfheart's speech, until she had mentioned training. He was actually glad on this account, he needed training and he doubted that his mentor would want to train him at this hour of the afternoon. So Wolfheart's willness was actually pleasing, and he tolerated Beetlepaw, so he would not mind training with him. "Alright, whatever." Grumbled Vulturepaw moodily. Though he was grateful, he was still bitter about the former speech. At least Hawkpaw was on the same page, telling everyone to get a little something for energy, which he nodded gratefully to the apprentice.


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    Wolfsbane couldn't tell how much his comment had struck Vulturepaw, but judging by how much these Clan cats put into becoming warriors, he assumed that Vulturepaw couldn't be nearly apathetic enough to not care. He eyed the apprentice as the younger tom let out a huffing grunt, trying to ignore him.


    Like Vulturepaw, Wolfheart's appearance put him on edge. His claws dug into the earth as the molly reminded him that he was still under guard—in other words, powerless. Trying to contain a low, rumbling snarl, he shot back, "Where's Moonwillow? Aren't you supposed to be watching her?" Wolfheart couldn't very well snap at him for being more than three pawsteps away from Flint when she was neglecting her own responsibilities. Besides, he was in the camp, and so was Flint. With all these cats here, how was he supposed to get into trouble?


    His gaze shifted toward Hawkpaw, eyes narrowing. Was the medicine cat apprentice telling them that it was okay to violate their precious code? What a surprise. They picked and chose when to apply the code. He, at least, was consistent. It was absolutely disgusting, and if Wolfheart and Moningfrost were taking the apprentices out to train, he'd have plenty of time to quiz Hawkpaw about it. After all, he wasn't allowed to leave the camp without his shadow.

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    At Wolfsbane retort, the female would only smirk lightly, knowing she struck even a tiny cord with him at her statement. She would simply shrug and meow genuinely, "Moonwillow has already proven that she is a strong and capable she-cat, and not willing to cause unease as you are, Wolfsbane. So, I trust her to keep out of trouble for a few moments so she can have some moments of peace." She would flick her tail before turning to the apprentices and nodding for them to follow her as she moved towards the camp entrance.





    "We were made to be one..."

    "Can I... watch you all practice?" Moonwillow asked, sparing Wolfsbane a sympathetic look of apology. She felt terrible that her brother was always scrutinized by everyone. WindClan indeed did not take to her family and their traditions that fondly. Worst of all, Wolfs got a shadow who seemed to completely hate him and barely keep his temper around him. It broke her heart, but she didn't know what she could do about it. "Maybe Wolfsbane can watch too? He's a very good fighter, you know..." they probably wouldn't let him come without Flint, but she still wanted to try.



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    I was meant to be yours — tags

    Wolfheart would seem to light up as Moonwillow appeared and a friendly purr would rise in her throat. At her question to join, the gray warrior would nod happily, "Of course you can watch, Moonwillow. If it interests you enough, I can teach you some defensive moves." She would brush her tail against her friends side as she noticed that Moonwillow kept looking at her paws and she meowed warmly, "As long as we stay in camp, and if Wolfsbane wants to, then of course he can join. I'm sure there are plenty of fighting styles that he and Moosecrash know that they might want to show us too."





    "We were made to be one..."

    An incredulous expression crossed Wolfsbane's face as Wolfheart implied that he was the cause of the unease in WindClan. Flint had attacked him; Petalkit had tried to claw his nose. He hadn't been the instigator of a fight even once. All he'd done was defend himself when his clanmates had started up with him. The worst that could be said of him was that he'd been rude to Hawkpaw a few times, but Flint was plenty ruder than he was, and no one went around blaming all of the Clan's misfortunes on him—no doubt because he was Eaglespirit's childhood friend.


    Perhaps, he thought bitterly, he'd be able to stay out of trouble if Jasperstar hadn't assigned him a shadow who searched for even the slightest hint of wrongdoing in his every action. As Moonwillow joined them, shooting him a look of sympathy, it was all he could do to keep his tail from lashing with displeasure. Lightly, he pressed against his sister, trying to get past the guilt in her eyes.


    As Wolfheart responded to Moonwillow, Wolfsbane let out a snort. "Teach you my fighting style?" he repeated, ears twitching. "Why? So that next time Flint decides to attack me, he'll be more likely to know how I'll try to defend myself?"