season: Greenleaf || weather: Clear, humid
Heat. That was all the she-cat could feel pressing heavily against her thick black-and-white pelt; the leader's eyes slowly opened as she gazed blankly at the wall of the leader's den. Pantherstar truly didn't feel like moving; if anything she wished to remain in her nest and sleep the day away if she had the option. Anything but to face yet another day of hard decisions and expectant expressions, not to mention feeling the cold ire from her brother. However, Pantherstar had to get up and so she did although her limbs were heavy with each movement, making her way out of the den and stepping into the blazing heat. Her head tilted skyward as her eyes narrowed against the harsh glare. Of course, this was to be expected. Greenleaf always brought the unbearable heat with it, hopefully the lake that they relied on wouldn't dry. The last thing they needed was a drought.
The white cat's form lay primarily unmoving within her nest, only the twitch of a whisker or the flick of her tail signified that the older cat was trapped within dreams. Her dreams of late were consistently plagued with whispers of StarClan in her ears, seeing their faded pelts always on the side of her vision, their voices now quieter than what she was used to. It aggravated her to say the least, being plagued with such nonsense day in and day out; there was not a single moment that went by that the old medicine cat despised the fact she could see their warrior ancestors so clearly as if they were walking freely amongst the living. Normalcy however was something that Willowfang was not allowed to have, ever. StarClan had made that clear enough.
Slowly opening her eyes, Willowfang could spot the leader, her granddaughter rising from her den. She was well aware of how exhausted Pantherstar was making herself as of late, although Willowfang certainly wasn't gentle with her nagging whatsoever to force her to sleep, it seemed like Pantherstar seemed more lost with each passing day, it was clear at least to her eyes. Nonetheless, Willowfang had decided to let it slide for now. Pantherstar would act tough as usual and proceed to annoy Willowfang with her false bravado; she had no time to deal with such foolishness. For now, her attention would settle upon making sure the herb storage was full; that would be easy on her aging bones. Rising from her nest, the medicine cat's eyes settled upon Gorsepaw's form within the den, though the sight of her apprentice made her click her tongue in irritation. Gorsepaw certainly was too much for her to bear sometimes, and he never ceased to get under her pelt. Regardless, she had to put up with the little furball until he fully settled into his role, then perhaps Willowfang could finally give up such an unwanted position. Hah, that won't happen anytime soon. I'm not that lucky.
Early to rise to every bright morning, Barleytail was currently humming a rather cheeful tune, muffled only by the plump thrush he had clamped tightly in his jaws. The cream tom often enjoyed running about in the territory, feeling the wind against his pelt and the grass beneath his paws. It made him more appreciative of the fact that he had made the impulsive choice of following his father many moons ago to join ScarletClan; the life of a kittypet would never soothe the itch for adventure that rested within his soul. It wasn't to say that Barleytail didn't think about his mother or littermates; oftentimes he did ponder what they were doing or if they were even still alive somewhere, however he would not allow himself to seek them out. That was an old life he had long abandoned, it was here that he felt more at home despite all the troubles he had to deal with.
Padding in within the camp, Barleytail had trotted over to the freshkill pile, dropping his catch upon the top although his gaze shifted upward as he spotted Pantherstar. The senior warrior offered a respectful smile to the younger she-cat, however his blue gaze shifted over towards an all too familiar gray shape coming out of the warrior's den, a sigh leaving his muzzle before he could hold it back. Oh StarClan, here we go.
Every morning like clockwork, Cedarwish would awaken around the same time, take the same path outside of the warrior's den, and like each morning that Barleytail came back from a far too early solo hunting patrol, Cedarwish would show her displeasure in Barleytail's carefree nature, "I see you've gone out again. Isn't it inefficient to go out alone hunting? More cats yield better results," Her gaze turned to scrutinze the thrush the senior warrior had dropped upon the freshkill pile, "Clearly, like I assumed you have only came back with one. Surely, one would want to bring back more prey would they not? Your inefficient way of hunting-" Before she could finish her sentence, Barleytail had interjected, an annoyed expression temporarily crossing the cream warrior's face, "Yes, yes. I get it Cedarwish, calm down. I need to get my morning run in anyways, hunting while I do it is just something extra I do."
Cedarwish tilted her head, "Something... extra? A morning run just seems... wasteful. You could spend that time patrolling, or waiting for your clanmates to wake. Russetthorn normally does send us out on patrol, as such it limits possibility of injury or death with the more- ah." Barleytail had started walking away from Cedarwish, thd senior warrior's tail lashing in annoyance, thus halting the gray warrior from saying anything more. Did I say something wrong..?
The pretty tortoiseshell's eyes peered in bewilderment outside of the nursery; however she spotted the little interaction between Cedarwish and Barleytail which prompted a sympathetic sigh to leave her muzzle. The two never seemed to interact too well, although no one really seemed to interact well with Cedarwish. The confusion in the gray warrior's eyes had caused the tortoiseshell to shake her head in dismay, "Oh dear.." She felt a bit bad for Cedarwish, however she couldn't bring herself to approach the gray she-cat. It would only result in a rather uncomfortable stiff lecture of some sort from the warrior.
Regardless, Tinywing's blue gaze shifted back into the nursery, the tortoiseshell queen settling back within her nest. For the brief moments she could have mostly to herself, her grief would flow through, loneliness being like a cold vise upon her heart. She could still remember quite vivdly her past two previous romances, her heart clenching tightly with her pain. It was truly hard now that she was mostly left on her own, sure she had the companionship of her clanmates, her friends, and her two kits that she felt proud of. But, past failed relationships and having lost her first litter completely had left permanent scars upon her soul.
Yet, it wasn't so bad. The nursery did have its more vibrant days to keep Tinywing's attention. Looking after Beastkit, Swiftkit, and Pinekit made her quite happy; however she was well aware they too would leave the nursery to become warriors themselves. Just one moon left before the nursery would be empty yet again. The thought made the void within her feel deeper, making her close her eyes tightly as to not allow any tears to escape. She would enjoy it while she still could. That was all she could do.
Sleeping in the apprentice's den was becoming such an annoyance to the black tom as his brother insisted upon sticking to his side like a massive tick, the golden tabby's snores echoing loudly in the black cat's ears, his amber eyes opening in a clear sign of aggravation as Shrewpaw had settled closer to him, the weight of his bulkier brother fully landing upon his back and shoulders causing the black cat to squirm pitifully underneath Shrewpaw's heavy form. Compared to his brother, Hollypaw was noticeably shorter and certainly not as muscular at all, and it was irritating him how much Shrewpaw seemed to cling to him whenever the golden apprentice fell sleep. I can't take this nonsense.
Unsheathing his claws, the black cat then swiped with all of his might at Shrewpaw's vulnerable ear, his claws meeting their mark which caused his brother to let out a surprised yowl of pain as Hollypaw managed to wiggle out from underneath him, his black fur fluffed out in his anger as the apprentice stormed out of the den, amber eyes exhausted and irritated. He didn't even catch one second of sleep during the night at all due to his idiot of a brother, in all honesty Hollypaw wished he would have given Shrewpaw more than a bloodied ear at this point, however for now the black tom had settled near the outside of the apprentice den, sitting down and beginning to groom his smooth fur, hoping at least that would be a distraction from the anger seething underneath his pelt. He certainly was not looking forward to training with Russetthorn today with how tired he was.
The golden-brown tom's dreams consisted as usual with him running freely through the forest, rushing through the trees and chasing after prey. However, he was a restless sleeper, something that all of the apprentices who were unfortunate enough to be near him would be subjected to, the primary one being Hollypaw. And like always, Hollypaw would smack him awake... But this time it certainly wasn't a simple smack. Pain flared through Shrewpaw's senses as a surprised yowl left his maw, the tom flailing about in surprise as he spluttered, pieces of bedding being shed in his wake, the pain causing him only a few seconds to realize that his ear was bleeding due to the warmth he felt. Getting to his paws, he followed after Hollypaw although nearly stumbling over his own paws as he protested in a mixture of confusion and anger, "What was that for Hollypaw?!" However, upon getting to the black cat's side, his littermate only glanced over toward him with blank amber eyes before saying simply, "Go to Willowfang. You're bleeding everywhere."
With that being said, Hollypaw had stood up and promptly moved himself further from Shrewpaw prompting the golden-brown tabby to protest, "Hollypaw, that isn't what I asked! Hollypaw!" This was a normal morning for the two brothers apparently.