Does he have an official mentor yet? If not I don't mind training two apprentices
No he doesn’t. I was trying to have him get MCA but I honestly don’t know what I want for him anymore since his family is officially gone
Does he have an official mentor yet? If not I don't mind training two apprentices
No he doesn’t. I was trying to have him get MCA but I honestly don’t know what I want for him anymore since his family is officially gone
Ooh yeah that’d work.
That escalated quickly, cats verbally tearing at each other’s throats all around him. It was all very confusing, trying to keep track of what everyone was saying around him, ears rotating this way and that to try and pick up their words. And if the skies are clear because the stars have abandoned us to our fate?
The female’s yowling was hurting his ears. Shouldn’t we get her some thyme to ease the shock? Buzzardflight
I wish Jaguar was old enough for it
We've got to hold on, to what we've got — JasperStar — WindClan —
As no one else had gotten around to it, JasperStar leaped down from the rock momentarily, bounded into the medicine den, and searched until he found some thyme. Padding back over to Frostfall, he laid the calming herbs at her paws, and nudged them over for her to eat. Climbing back onto the Tall Rock, it seemed that nobody would argue. If they did last minute, that would just be a different problem. "Alright, if nobody disagrees, then I would like Morningfrost and Eaglespirit to keep an eye on Ivynose." The bengal remained on the Tall Rock, for he had just a few more things to say. He'd announce them in a moment, once Frostfall had been calmed and everyone was quiet once more.
YOU COULDNT GIVE ME TIME TO GET OFF WORK?!?
Sorry I’m stressing jadey \\
The tom gave a surprised growl as Jasperstar shoved past him in the medicine den, upsetting the herb piles with his wake. He gave a low hiss as he aimed to straighten the piles before whisking back out after the leader. Impatient mousebrained fool... the tom thought, gazing coldly at the Bengal tom.
My tummy hurts. Imma be so upset if it’s that time of the month for me
{tracker jack}
Frostfall you making our thread
/edit changed my mind\
The black tom was the first to appear, chips of ice-like eyes blazing. First of all, no deputy means we have no one to succeed you should you suddenly lose all your lives. Second, The Warrior Code says a deputy must be named at least by Moonhigh on the night of the former deputy’s passing. Do you want us fighting when you suddenly drop dead permanently? Cause that’s what no deputy whatsoever will do to us! Cause look at what’s happened the past few sunrises! The clan is in turmoil, Jasperstar. Not having someone to pick up the pace when you decide to leave camp alone will cause even more in clan fighting. And should the other clans see a weakened leader who’s over working himself by taking on both positions will even make them gang up on us in our weakest moments to try and drive us from our land.
{I didn’t see one so here you go!}
It’s been moons since his mother left. To where you don’t really know.
Jasperstar still hadn’t taken a deputy, so the warriors would decide who was to do tasks today. It fell to him.
The black Bengal stalked forth from the warrior’s den towards the center of the clearing.
WindClan! Gather beneath the Highstone for tasks!
The dark warrior padded forth at the call, taking a seat quickly. At the mention of cats becoming warriors he brightened. StarClan knows they need them..
The dark warrior sauntered after the two female’s, not willing to leave them defenseless should darkclan be mousebrains and decide to attack them in a lame tracking post
Jaguarstreak ships?
The dark furred warrior returned to turmoil. A kit stolen right out from under their own noses? By a twoleg no less?!? What was wrong with StarClan these days?
Jasperstar is right. Until we figure this out, and when we do, we’ll go rescue Chillykit. He mewed, one sided gaze darkening slightly.
Everyone ok with me putting this months gathering thread up?
The ebony furred warrior streaked from the camp, solitary eye blazing with outrage. He leaped, aiming to land and dig his abnormally long claws deep into the badger’s shoulder.