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    Hawkpaw had been absent from the conversation thus far but, having finished his daily chores, the apprentice found himself gravitating towards the small group. "You guys are going hunting?" He asked, lifting his tail in a friendly greeting towards them and casting curious glance Lichen's way. He understood he hadn't been born into ShadowClan, but had joined later. A wise decision. Hawkpaw wondered about his position on StarClan. But there would be time for that yet!

    "Can I come with you?" Despite his aching paws and muscles, Hawkpaw would appreciate getting some time in with his family - and maybe forging a friendship with Lichen too, whilst he was at it.

    Hawkpaw, whilst generally pleasant and courteous to his Clanmates, was not as naive as his sister and, exiting the Apprentices' Den, immediately noticed the other tom's less than desirable actions. "Stop that," he muttered as he passed Locustpaw to settle down beside Bluepaw and Chicorypaw, to stare balefully at his Clanmate. Some cats were born with no manners at all.

    Padding back into camp after a day's hunting, Hawkpaw felt very pleased with himself. Swinging from his jaws were the bodies of a toad and a pigeon, each pieces of prey that he enjoyed immensely. But he wouldn't eat them himself; no, he'd put them onto the freshkill pile and take something smaller, something that he'd be able to finish. Maybe there'd be a nice newt. Besides, whilst he was well into his fourth moon of training now, Hawkpaw still struggled to make a decent catch and often found himself settling for something smaller than the other apprentices' freshkill.

    As he reached the freshkill pile, the brown tabby dipped his head to lay the prey onto the pile with a thrill of pride. Even towards the end of his apprenticeship he was proud to have caught such good prey, especially after the fire that had ravaged the forest. StarClan had truly blessed him today. Smiling, Hawkpaw noted with delight that there was indeed a newt on the pile, and he claimed it for himself, moving away from the centre of camp to a less busy section.

    It was barely dawn when Hawkpaw woke, the day dawning grey and cold, with traces of the night's mist hanging about the structures within the camp and outside it.He gave a quick, cursory glance around his den and found himself the first one awake. The soft pelts of his littermates, intermingled with that of the other ShadowClan apprentices, rose and fell gentle, and Hawkpaw felt a warm rush in his chest when he thought of them. He couldn't wish for better littermates, even if Bluepaw didn't believe in StarClan, the greatest fault he thought a cat could have.

    With a quiet grunt, the tabby hopped out of his nest and, picking his way around the sleeping forms of the other apprentices, exited the den to be greeted by a dozing Clan. He stretched, pressing his chest to the ground and stretching his forepaws out as far as they could, failing to suppress another grunt as his muscles twinged. Maybe he shouldn't have stayed out so long yesterday, but Hawkpaw thought that a well-fed Clan was satisfying enough to explain away sore muscles.

    CINDERFANG.

    "Thank you, Mother," Hawkpaw would reply, directing his gaze to his paws momentarily so as not to appear smug. "But I really didn't do much; the pigeon must have been half asleep when I caught it." He paused, watching his mother chewing on the succulent flesh before tucking tidily into his own newt. He was silent for a moment as he swallowed, but then he spoke again, sincere as always. "StarClan must have been looking out for me. Perhaps even Father led my paws to such a lucky find."

    He glanced up at Cinderfang and sat up, hurriedly beginning to pull knots out of his fur. He knew how his fur often got in the mornings and well remembered the early mornings of his kithood when his mother had had to help him groom his long pelt so that he hadn't looked like he'd been dragged through a bush backwards. He probably a looked a right state now.

    "Good morning, Mother," the tabby greeted, a purr rising in his throat. "StarClan must have something special planned for me today; perhaps they'll grant me a lucky early morning catch to feed the elders. What about you? Are you on dawn patrol?"

    "Thank you, Mother," he replied, ducking his head to hide his pleased expression. It had been a long time since he'd hunted with Cinderfang and he was always on the lookout for ways to please her and make her proud of him. After all, he didn't want her to think that kits with only one living parent grew to be some sort of drag on the Clan. Oh, no! He was sure that they'd all make their mother - and the rest of the Clan - proud when they finally earned their warrior names. And, Hawkpaw knew, their father, watching them from StarClan, would be proud too.

    Hawkpaw was excited. At ten moons old, he knew he was already nearing the end of his apprenticeship. And what came with the end of his apprenticeship? Why, a series of assessments, of course! And today his mentor had come to him and told him that he would be undergoing another assessment, starting at sunhigh and ending at dusk.So, with a hop and a skip, the tabby apprentice found himself near a group of his denmates, some of them NPC, some of them not. He scanned the group eagerly until his eyes reached one familiar pelt: Seapaw. "Seapaw!" he mewed, an undercurrent of tension running in his voice. "Seapaw, I have a hunting assessment today! Will you be my hunting partner?"

    @- lykaois

    The new layout's pretty confusing & it loads pretty slowly, but it's a lot more organised than the old one! I'm sure once I get used to it I won't get lost so much, but for now I can cope! And I understand this layout was selected for the ease of mobile users? So that's a massive plus! ^^

    chicorypaw I'll take one, if you're offering! ;p

    Looking quite offended, Hawkpaw drew himself up and stare at Lichen, aghast. "Don't be so disrespectful! You can't call StarClan dead people!" Where had Lichen learned his manners when talking about his ancestors? Whoever had taught him hadn't done much of a good job!



    Settling down a little, the apprentice would sweep his tail in a gesture to encourage the former loner to look around himself at the camp. "Would you call our camp luck too? It's not, nor was my catch. StarClan encourages us work together, to hunt better and, when we need it, they grant us an action we might not have been able to afford before. Like my pigeon."

    /when you post with the wrong account lmao