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    Mercy had just come back from her office, and was flopped (fully dressed) on her bed. She was well aware Beez had just left to retrieve new arrivals. If there weren't many, she may be lazy and leave it to Beau to explain why they were here. She'd done it for the last lot, hadn't she? Mercy couldn't remember. Sighing, she decided to sit up, looking around. Her room was simplistic, and it hadn't changed much since she'd been given it when she was a scared child swept away from her family. Not that she minded not being with them anymore - as far as she could remember, they didn't want her anyway. Mercy stood up, pushing her arms above her head in a stretch until she heard a satisfying click from her fingers, then let them swing down by her side as she left the room. Down a hallway and to the left, it wasn't long before she stood outside Beau's office/classroom/wherever he was. Knocking on the door, the woman didn't wait for a reply before she pushed the door open, face radiant with a bright smile. "Hey, Beau. What are you brooding for?" was the first thing she said when she saw the older man stood by the window. // rudyard


    Callum was stood, leaning against the entrance doorway outside. He had on a white T-shirt with a grey hoodie, just to keep himself warm in case the night got a bit nippy. He'd been stood here since before Beez left to get the new arrivals, and made a mental note to retreat back indoors to wherever when they arrived. Maybe he'd watch from the shadows as the kids were introduced to life here. The guy had been here for three years already - wasn't as long as some other people, but it was still a pretty long time. When he was 21, maybe he'd go out into the world again. His resources would be unlimited to finding Luke out there, though they were limited in the Linwell house. Sighing, Callum reached a finger under his glasses to rub at his right eye. He really should stop thinking so much about his brother - that wasn't going to help him find him any faster. Technically, Callum figured he should be heading to bed within the hour or so. But what troubled young adult got a full eight hours of sleep? Or was it twelve? Callum didn't care at this point - his hazel eyes just kept staring straight ahead, out at the darkness in front of him.



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    Mercy smiled slightly as Beau stepped away from the window. Slowly, she entered the room, quietly closing the door behind her. In reality, there were not many people at the house Mercy’s age. There were a few in their early 20s, but Mercy still viewed them as kids if they weren’t a teacher. Whenever she didn’t want to be a teacher, she’d talk to Beau. The guy was a good friend, and she’d rather him than Mx. Lenore - who was nice, but the fact they were a principal of sorts was a little daunting to Mercy. ”I’m not tired, and it’s not like I can go to one of the kids for a late night chat. Though if you were about to head to bed, I can leave,” she offered hastily. Mercy looked up to Beau, in a way. She presumed he’d been doing this longer than her, and tended to try and keep out of his way while also trying to befriend him. It was a bit difficult for someone as friendly as Mercy. // rudyard


    Callum was absently staring off into the darkness still when a light voice jolted him. He visibly flinched, though he didn’t jump massively. He turned his head down to see Lucie. Callum wasn’t exactly a ‘people person’, but he knew everyone’s faces and names. Unfortunately for him, that gave some people the impression they were friends. He hoped that wasn’t the case with Lucie, as nice as the girl seemed. ”More like getting some me-time before they arrive. Wouldn’t surprise me if they’re all below fifteen,” he responded. Callum kept his tone neutral and turned his hazel eyes back on to the nothingness he’d been staring at before. He’d indulge in conversation, only because Lucie wasn’t annoying like most of the others. // maddi



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    Doeskip cracked open one pale green eye as cats started to wake up and filter out of the warriors’ den. After blinking a few times over, the heat became recognisable to her. Doeskip groaned loudly. It was true the dilute calico wasn’t a long-furred as other cats in the clan, but the heat was affecting her either way. Doeskip gently lifted her head just as Russetthorn left the den to scan who was left. She easily spotted her brother, Lionleap, asleep on the opposite side of the den. Doeskip smiled affectionately, sitting up in her nest and grooming herself hastily before exiting. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust, but once they did Doeskip immediately headed for the fresh-kill pile. She nodded to Russetthorn and Cedarwish as she passed, lifting up a mouse and a vole and then spinning on her heel, heading for the nursery. Doeskip poked her head in - the kits were already awake, and Tinywing’s day was clearly already started. With an affectionate grin, dropping the prey just inside of the den. ”I brought breakfast for you guys. You might have to share, but if you want one yourself let me know.” After nodding her hello to Foxcry, she then turned to Tinywing. ”You doing okay? // NEBBY.


    Gorsepaw very much wished he didn’t have to get out of his nest. But hearing Willowfang get up was Gorsepaw’s cue. Yawning, the light brown tabby stood up, arching his back in a stretch. After a minute or two of figuring out where his grumpy mentor stood, Gorsepaw strode confidently forward, deliberately bumping right into Willowfang’s side. ”Oops,” Gorsepaw said, a grin crossing his maw. Today’s goal was to just be as plain annoying as possible, even if in a childish way. // NEBBY.


    Silverthorn was sunbathing just outside the warriors’ den before everyone began waking up. Yawning, Silverthorn shook out her pale pelt and stood up to approach Barleytail. ”I’ll come on the border patrol, if you want,” she offered with a friendly smile. Silverthorn wasn’t a big talker, but either way, she’d wanted to go on a patrol this morning. // NEBBY.


    Stormrunner left the warriors’ den a bit earlier than usual. His yellow eyes scanned the camp, not stopping until he saw Russetthorn suggest Cedarwish take a couple of warriors and her apprentice on a hunting patrol. Pushing himself up, the long-furred tom padded right over. He’d deliberately not lingered when his gaze swept over Pantherstar earlier - no need to start a fight. Unless she came up to him, of course. He’d be less than unfriendly then. Clearing his throat as he reached Cedarwish, Stormrunner spoke. ”Hey, mind if I come on the hunting patrol? Haven’t been on one in a couple of days.” // NEBBY.



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    Doeskip sighed, pawing the ground. Tinywing was right - technically, the young warrior should go and see if there's anything she can do. "But they're not taking out large patrols. I can be spared - I don't have an apprentice or anything. Maybe I can help with the kits," she offered, green eyes lighting up a little. The dilute calico she loved kits - it was no secret. Especially these three toms - Tinywing took care of them, and they were always there whenever Doeskip visited. They were such sweet kits, they got Doeskip dreaming of her own one day. As Foxcry left, she swept her tail over his back in a goodbye, before moving to seat herself beside her mother. // NEBBY.


    Gorsepaw's grin immediately vanished, turning into a look of boredom. He sighed and turned to the herb storage, mostly sniffing to make his way through this task. 'Distinguishing colours' didn't really work since some herbs were similar colours, so he went by smell. Thankfully, the worse his sight got, the better his nose got. Gorsepaw was surprised he couldn't smell the stench of his mentor from a mile away. The thought made the young tom snicker a bit, but he didn't say anything. He had already moved on to plotting how to annoy Willowfang next. Crush some herbs, maybe? No, she might drag him out to collect more. Instead, Gorsepaw began to roll juniper berries into cracks in the ground and push dock leaves into nearby shrubs, just to mess up Willowfang's 'records'. Then Shrewpaw and Tawnysky entered, and Gorsepaw's excitement at pulling another trick heightened. Quickly, he pushed any infection-helping herbs he could reach without his mentor noticing to the side, then padded around her and sat, just a bit away from the injured apprentice and his mentor, not saying a word. // NEBBY.   rudyard


    Silverthorn nodded, glancing over at Beetlepaw. "So, is it just us three or are we bringing someone else?" Silverthorn's green eyes scanned camp for someone else to take, though it seemed as if most warriors were busy with their apprentices, family or patrols. Jeez, it'd barely been twenty minutes and already everyone was getting their day started. The semi-fluffy she-cat continued to look before shrugging, turning back to Barleytail and Beetlepaw. // NEBBY.   rudyard


    At the mention of his daughter's name, Stormrunner flicked an ear in amusement. She reminds me a lot of her mother. Whisperfall had yet to wake up, so it hardly surprised him that Graypaw wasn't awake either. He glanced over as Foxcry approached, and with a welcoming expression nodded his head. "Sure, sounds like a plan. Shall I go wake Graypaw up?" he offered, turning to Cedarwish. He was the apprentice's father, but if her mentor wanted to wait for her, then he wouldn't complain. Maybe he could tease her about being late, too. // NEBBY.   rudyard   Synonymous



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    Mercy chuckled and slowly headed over to the chair Beau had pulled out for her, comfortably seating herself. The mess in Beau's office was certainly different to Mercy's. Her desk was clean (except for the piles of stuff on the sides) and her office was a bit cluttered, but she felt organised and at home there. Maybe she didn't here mostly because it wasn't her office. "Hey, it's fine. Don't worry about it - mine's a bit messy too." Mercy continued to scan the office before glancing up at Beau. She'd planned on leaving the new arrivals to him and possibly Mx. Lenore if they decided to stay, but as one of the only other teachers in the house maybe she should stick around. "Hey, how about I talk to the new arrivals with you? I didn't for the last lot, or the lot before that- so, um, maybe this time?" Mercy cut herself off. She was making herself sound like a really bad teacher and colleague - she had really recently stopped welcoming the new arrivals, hadn't she? When they were mostly kids, just like she'd been when she was shown into the house. // rudyard


    Callum didn't speak for a moment once Lucie had finished, running her words over in his head. Surprisingly, he didn't find himself annoyed by them. Being one of the oldest students at the House, he didn't like talking to many people - not even Jackson, who also happened to be nineteen. Maybe it was just a stereotype - 'the younger they are, the more annoying' - but it was the reason Callum didn't have any friends within the house. "No, it's not what I meant. But you've got a point. The familiars must find it odd," he agreed, speaking in a normal tone. Callum turned his head to look down at Lucie - he tended to look down at a lot of people, thanks to his odd height which was the only distinguishing feature between him and his twin - and scoffed a little. "If you want to talk, I'm not going to be the one to stop you. Maybe I'll even stay to see the new arrivals, too." Callum had mentally decided to try and make a friend here. It wasn't every day he got an opportunity to just talk to someone - he'd already built up the reputation that he didn't want to be spoken to, and he focused most of his spare time trying to locate Luke. You'd think now the two were over eighteen, it would be easier, but it'd only gotten more difficult since Callum had been put in the house. // maddi



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    Mercy smiled. She didn't really want to talk to the new arrivals - every lot was different - but she'd offered and now she'd stick it through. Beau looked tired, anyway. It seemed like the least she could do for a worker so stressed. She was about to speak when Beez entered the room, requesting both she and Beau go down to Mx. Lenore. Mercy nodded with a polite smile, then pushed her chair back and stood up. "Well, I've been doing my best to teach, if that counts as plenty," she responded to the sentence Beau had been saying before he was cut off, then nodded her head toward the door. "Shall we go? I don't want to keep them all waiting." // rudyard


    Callum narrowed his eyes at her question. With his glasses on, he could easily see the girls. With little to no hesitation, Callum began to recite the situation. "She's threatening Mx. Lenore with her powers. Can't figure out what said powers are, but doesn't look like she'll do anything without the other girl's permission," Callum answered, trying to keep the information he'd gathered just by thinking about the situation to a minimum. The good thing about his intuitive aptitude 'power' is that if he said the right things, nobody could tell if he was using his powers or just being very observant. Callum actually had a few good guesses at the magic those girls possessed, but the wizard wasn't going to voice them aloud. Besides, what if he turned out to be wrong? Callum hated being wrong. At the eye contact the girl made with him, Callum raised one eyebrow, but kept a neutral expression. If she decided to talk to him later, he'd slip away as fast as possible. "I don't think she'd get very far. Mx. Lenore could probably stop her before she did anything, anyway." Callum shrugged, folding his arms. // maddi   Dianemu


    Megan was wandering the streets. It was night, and only being twelve, it wouldn't be long before her father rang her phone - her phone. Groaning, Megan remembered how she'd left it at the hospital with Thomas. Oh, well. She'd head home soon. That's what she thought, anyway - it wasn't long before she came across two girls and an adult, in conversation. Curiosity got the better of her, and Megan approached, stuffing her hands into the pocket of her brown jacket. When she was next to the girl who seemingly had a weapon out, she raised a hand in greeting to the adult with a smile. "Hey, uh, is everything okay over here? Nobody's injured?" // Dianemu   Midnight MC Alpha


    Reece had just finished marking the last set of work, putting it in the neat pile with an exhale. He felt like the only teacher who ever marked anything on time, or required full attention from his students unless one was unhappy. Still, he knew that wasn't true. Ms. Mendoza and Mr. Davies were just as competent teachers as he was - they were all good at their jobs, if in different ways. Reece leaned back in his chair, undoing the top button of his white button-up shirt with a sigh. He'd go to bed as soon as the new arrivals were dealt with. It was only a matter of time before Beez then knocked on his door, opening it. The familiar 'Mr. Howell' caused Reece to look over, waving lazily. "Hey, Beez. What's up?" // rudyard



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    Doeskip nodded, then sat and quietly listened to the conversation between her mother and the kits. At the mention of her elder half-siblings, Doeskip stiffened. She'd never met them, seeing as they died before they really had a chance to grow up, but she knew the subject would be sensitive for Tinywing. Hopefully, since the three toms were only kits, Tinywing wouldn't react too badly. Instead of saying anything else, Doeskip remained silent. Besides, how would Pinekit know? They were dead, and it's not like StarClan visited kits in their dreams all too often. // NEBBY.   Return of the King


    Gorsepaw's tail started flicking from side to side behind him as his mischievous grin flickered across his face. "I've not touched the marigold, Willowfang. Maybe you misplaced it." He spoke with an innocent tone despite his obviously smug expression. To be honest, he couldn't remember where he'd put the marigold specifically. He'd hidden a few herbs in the time she'd been turned to face Shrewpaw. He'd have to sniff it out, and he could if he wanted to - but annoying Willowfang was so much more fun than letting her treat Shrewpaw. Besides, Gorsepaw silently applauded Hollypaw every time he sent his brother in here with an injury. Being a troublemaker himself, he loved seeing the sibling relationship between the two, even if it wasn't ideal like Doeskip's and Lionleap's. // NEBBY.


    Silverthorn nodded lightly. "Alright, but make sure you eat too. If after we're all finished nobody shows up, we'll just all go." The long-furred silver tabby she-cat got up and padded over to the prey pile, picking up a squirrel. She looked around, scanning for anyone to eat with just while she waited for Barleytail to let her know it was time to go. Spotting Pastelstorm, Silverthorn carried her squirrel over and settled down beside the she-cat. "Morning, Pastelstorm. How are you?" the friendly she purred as she took the first bite of her meal. // CherryBerry


    Stormrunner nodded, turning his head away as he spoke. "You're welcome. I should be back soon." The fluffy tom padded over to the apprentices' den, poking his head in. He was flooded with nostalgia from when he and Pantherstar were apprentices. He scowled at the thought - he shouldn't be remembering when they were apprentices. With those memories came the memories of when the two were close, and Stormrunner hated remembering those times, knowing that back then he had no idea Pantherstar would be responsible for the death of his father. Shaking the thought out, he called out. "I'm sorry, everyone. Graypaw, we're about to go on patrol with Cedarwish and Foxcry. Wake up." // Synonymous   NEBBY.   rudyard



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