Dusttail:
Dusttail, hearing Hawkstar calling a clan meeting, got to his feet. He stretched and yawned before padding out of the leader's den and taking a seat beneath the high branch.
Thornpaw:
The young grey apprentice raced out of the apprentices den, intrigued. I wonder what Hawkstar has called a meeting about? she pondered, taking a seat with the rest of the clan.
"I already told you, it's fine," Chess meowed kindly. Her friend seemed to have an odd expression on her face. "Are you okay?" the ginger she-cat asked Deathwhisper, a worried expression placed on her face.
"Yeah, I guess we should," Chess agreed, still a little worried about her friend. She wasn't sure if it really was exhaustion, or if something else was bothering her. "Where should we go to now, then?" she asked. "And are you sure you can walk? We could rest here a bit longer, if you'd like."
"Haha, I was going to say the same thing," Whisperpaw purred and returned to her nest. She flopped down and yawned.
Thornpaw, having been to the gathering, was significantly less intrigued now. Boring... her thoughts whispered.
((OOC: Haha, well what else are we going to do in the apprentices den?
And no, the RP can keep going if we want it to.))
IC: Whisperpaw followed suit, curling up she fell into a light slumber.
Chess was startled. What were these kittypets on about? Deathwhisper was the nicest cat she had ever met! They must be mistaken. But as she thought about it for a moment, she realized it would be difficult to mistake her for another cat; her feather shaped marking was very unique. But Deathwhisper couldn't be a murderer.... could she? The ginger loner remained calm- at least on the outside.
"Um, Deathwhisper, what are these cats talking about?" she questioned her companion. Looking over at her, she noticed she looked afraid.
((OOC: Both statements are true. I'm gonna vote on keeping this one for now.))
IC: Whisperpaw twitched her foot as she slept.
Dusttail:
Shocked, Dusttail's yellow eyes widened. That was not what he had been expecting. His tail twitched nervously. This was not a good idea.
Thornpaw:
Thornpaw's attention snapped back to her leader. An attack? Thornpaw was enthralled, she had been looking forward to her first battle and it looked like it would be happening now. She shuffled her paws in anticipation.
Dusttail:
Dusttail was relieved that the attack wouldn't take place immediately. Perhaps he could talk Hawkstar out of it. After all, it was only one cat scented in their territory.
Thornpaw:
Thornpaw wriggled with excitment. Training with the leader and an attack on another clan? She couldn't wait.
Thornpaw:
Thornpaw leaped to her feet, barely able to contain her eagerness. She bounded after Hawkstar to the camp entrance, her amber eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
Dusttail:
I guess I'll have to talk to her later... Dusttail thought as he watched the leader walked over to the entrance, followed quickly by a very excited looking Thornpaw and a smiling Sunstripe. He shook his head. An apprentice, of all cats, should not be eagerly anticipating battle, he thought. Then again, no one should...
Chess was starting to get scared. The kittypets were getting much more vicious with their insults, and it looked like they were preparing for attack. She heard Deathwhisper mumble quietly that she wasn't a murderer. She didn't know what to believe, but she did know that the she-cat next to her was her friend, and if these kittypets were going to attack, they would have fight her as well.
"I don't know," Dusttail admitted to Hawkspirit, "but we can try." He looked at the other cat. "I'm going to try talking to her when we can get some time alone."
Thornpaw was following right behind her leader. Wow, training with the leader! she thought, amazed. She never thought this would happen. I wonder if she has some really awesome battle moves to teach us?
((OOC: Have to agree with you there. XD))
IC: Whisperpaw rolled over as she slept.
Surprised but determined, Thornpaw crouched down. "Okay," she meowed, deciding what to do. Her tail twitched as she aimed for Hawkstar's feet. She leapt, aiming to know the leader's feet out from under her.
Thornpaw barely managed to jump out of the way in time to avoid being pushed to the ground. She whipped around and attempted to pounce onto Hawktar's back.
Thornpaw landed on the ground and paused. She looked up at her leader warily. Why does she sound so angry? she wondered. Was I that bad?
Thornpaw nodded and watched Hawkstar intently.
Thought I'd comment because I just created a bird of prey yesterday, and have yet to find anyone to RP with. His name is Gossamer, and he's a Great Grey Owl. 
