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Could he beat up Stagpaw? He's from ShadowClan if that's alright (: Nothing crippling like a broken leg or anything but severe enough to leave him quite bloody and bruised preferably! Like a nicked ear perhaps and his first scar?

He could maybe trick Stagpaw first like asking for help or something? Since Stag is very naive and then attack the poor boy ahaha

awww (:

Stagpaw could be his best friend perhaps? / also his 'Mom Friend' even though Stag is a guy ahaha, but he would definitely smack Snakepaw over the head and tell him to stfu if he thought Snake was going to get himself in deep doo doo

Maybe Nathanos and Stagpaw develop a friendship over time?

Stagpaw is quiteee terrified of Nathanos and doesn't trust him at all but he wants to believe that Nathanos can be given a second chance so he's placing a lot of faith in StarClan that Nat won't suddenly attack him ahaha

He does really want to believe that Nat can change for the better though, and if he does he wouldn't mind being friends though would never really forgive nor forget about the whole bear incident

Unlikely friendship with Stagpaw?

Stag doesn't trust BloodClan at all and he's quite terrified of them but Icarus could show Stagpaw that not all BloodClanners aren't the same? Nathanos is also living in ShadowClan right now so perhaps Stagpaw could give Icarus updates on his father or something along those lines/tell him he's in ShadowClan

Both perhaps? I don't mind either way!

Awesome, thanks!

Friends was something that Stagpaw was familiar with - he didn't strive to please as many faces as possible, but he saw no reason to not be polite. Very rarely when his short-temper got the better of him did Stagpaw snap, and it was only injustices that often provoked the youthful tom rather than the rude mannerisms of another. So, in all, it was fairly easy for him to approach others. Sometimes he was shy, and would blush, but that didn't hold him back. "Sure" he nodded in response to Snakepaw's request, serpentine tail waving calmly in the air. "You can meet the other apprentices too when we're back in camp. They're a great bunch"

Stagpaw would part his slender jowls to speak; not to argue, but to defend the molly that was placed under suspicion, for reasons that he didn't see as just. He was naive, young, and often followed what felt right rather than what was right. But Firedawn's words of wisdom stopped Stagpaw from doing so, molten gold visionaries glancing to the other senior warrior before his jaws would close shut, and his only response was a nod to show his acknowledgement and understanding.

That's cool with me! I saw the open threads you created on the ShadowClan board so I'll go and reply to those soon when I can (:

Naivety was probably Stagpaw's greatest weakness. Of course there was the element of age that played in part, but he had always been naive, and always would be. It would perhaps become his downfall some day, if he were to continue giving others the benefit of the doubt, no matter how much he did not trust them. No matter how much instinct told him that there was something bad in the air. He was vigilant, alert, but also naive. He was blind to the fact that not everyone could change, or follow a moral code, no matter how unbelievable it seemed.

And so the naive boy would stroll along the path that weaved in and out of the marshlands and the undergrowth, his fallow-hued pelt camouflaging reasonably well within the reeds and the hedges. Stealth was something he was good at. It wasn't his greatest strength, but it was an asset that Stagpaw possessed. His lithe frame allowed him to slither easily through and in tight spaces, agile paws tip-toeing silently. The stench of blood was swift to invade his nostrils, invoking immediate alarm, evident by the look in his molten gold visionaries. It wasn't a ShadowClanner, no, he could tell that. But DarkClan was mixed within the smell.

"StarClan!" Stagpaw breathed out from between parted lips when his volcanic gaze fell upon the bloodied stranger, a compassionate glint in his almond-shaped optics, but worry shadowing his tan facial features. "I- who are you? What happened? We ha-" Should he tell this stranger about their medicine cat? Reveal the whereabouts of his home? Or was it best to pretend that he too was alone, for the sake of keeping his clanmates out of danger? "L-let me take a closer look, sir. I, uh, don't know much about medicine but I think it doesn't look too serious..." he would gulp, creeping closer towards Bishop and craning his neck outwards to get a better look at the wound.

A glow of hope began to burn in his molten gold visionaries when the alliance was revealed. Then there was no reason to say no, right? It could possibly even strengthen the alliance if he brought some prey with him, as a gift, and then perhaps one day his sisters could visit ShadowClan if they were welcome here. He didn't want to get too carried away, but then again, Stagpaw couldn't help himself when he was excited. Finally he could see his sisters again. Half-sisters, technically, but in truth he saw no difference regardless of how much blood they shared.

"Oh yes please!" he exclaimed with what was now a wide grin spreading his tan maw apart, flashing pearlescent incisors between parted lips. Swiftly, Stagpaw would add, "That is if you have time. I can ask someone else if you're busy" not wanting to trouble the deputy. He was somewhat relieved that he wasn't allowed to go alone, simply because the thought of doing the journey alone was rather frightening. He would probably sprint to RiverClan, rather than walk, to avoid bumping into danger and minimise the time.

He then realised Dandelionkit was looking towards him as he asked to tag along, something that took Stagpaw by surprise. This certainly wasn't his place to say yes, and he knew for a fact that it would most definitely not be allowed. "Uhhh..." Stagpaw began, feeling a hint of guilt. "Well, I'll definitely visit my sisters again, if it's allowed of course. I'll be a warrior soon too! So when you're an apprentice, you can come with me next time" He figured that was a gentle way of having to say no, glancing at Hornetsting.

Stagpaw had been born during the reign of Sorrelstar, but even then he knew who Ratshadow was. It would be rather silly not to, considering that she was a former leader and evidently his own clanmate. Though, before her time, he wasn't confident enough to say he knew ShadowClan's history. His knowledge only went as far as his mother's time. Maybe he ought to touch up on his knowledge to save himself from the embarrassment.

Indeed, the humidity that was unnatural for this time of the year was suspicious. At first Stagpaw had dismissed it, assuming that StarClan had gifted them with one day of good weather, a time to enjoy the sunlight and hunt prey whilst they still could. The one day turned into two, then three, then a week, and another week. No cold winds, not even a subtle chill down his spine. Now he could not help but think whether this was an omen of sorts; instinct told him that there was something bad in the air, something to give reason to remain vigilant and alert. He trusted his instincts perhaps more than anything. What felt right often was right.

Molten gold visionaries followed Nathanos with caution when the former BloodClanner exited the medicine den, almond shaped optics narrowing into slits, a hawkish gaze. He still didn't trust Nathanos, for good reason, but he saw no point in treating the other like a villain. He just hoped ShadowClan would not be stabbed in the back as they had been before. He had faith in StarClan that they would not lead an enemy into their camp without good reason. Triangular auricles perked upwards immediately at the mention of a patrol, and the tan-hued tom strolled over on sinewy limbs with a subtle smile complimenting his youthful facial features. "If you'll be going on a patrol later, I wouldn't mind tagging along if that's alright"

For one thing, Nathanos was right in assuming that he would never be forgiven for what he had done to ShadowClan. Certainly not by Stagpaw, and most likely not by the other members of ShadowClan, specifically those who had been close to Sorrelstar, those who lost someone significant as a result of the cruel actions of Nathanos. Stagpaw, fortunately, wasn't one of those victims who had been caught up in the conflict or knew someone close enough who had. Though even then, his clan was his clan. Even then ShadowClan had been hurt and betrayed in the process, and for that reason, Stagpaw did not see any justification, any reason, to forget such barbarism. He understood that sometimes, as awful at it was and as much as he wished it was rid from their world, conflict seemed to be the only option left. But never would he think to or let another lead a bear to a place that was populated by kits and queens and elders and innocents. Even in conflict one had to follow the moral code, as contradictory as that appeared.

The tan-hued youth did not want to treat Nathanos like a villain, however. He believed that doing so would cause the three-legged tom to take on such an image once more. He wished for Nathanos to have a second chance, so that he could take it, and perhaps change for the better. Then there would be no more leading bears into camps until the next heartless monster came into the world. Stagpaw refused to believe that StarClan would lead Nathanos to their home if he possessed cruel intentions. The fallow tabby stood somewhat protectively near Dandelionkit with a hawkish gaze locked onto Nathanos, fighting to urge to instinctively let his curvilinear claws slip from their sheaths out of fear. He didn't want to show his claws, as much as he felt unsafe without them being out.

Stagpaw didn't really understand the process of losing a limb - where did it go? What did it feel like losing one? As curious as he was, though, he didn't intend on finding out anytime soon. No, in fact, he didn't want to ever find out. "How did you lose it, if I may ask?" Stagpaw questioned innocently upon approaching the duo, keeping his molten gold visionaries fixed on the face of Nathanos rather than his wound, figuring it would be rude to stare.

Ahead the forest trees became thinner, the firm ground giving way to a marsh of tall reeds, the soil submersed in water. ShadowClan born and bred, partially at least, it wasn't hard for the lithe male to navigate through a terrain that would perhaps seem complicated to other felines, such as the tree-climbers of SkyClan or the swimmers of RiverClan, where his half-sisters resided. Here, it was all about stealth. It wasn't his greatest strength, but it was certainly an asset that Stagpaw possessed, given his slender frame and serpentine-like build, flexibility within his agile paws as though instead of tendons and veins he was made from springs, coils and feathers.

His rose-hued nose led him towards a clearing, following the scent of a water vole that was now beginning to grow ever more stale. A look of confusion crossed Stagpaw's facial features. The scent abruptly stopped here, with no paw tracks to be seen upon the ground on which he stood. Instead, he picked up on something that was rather...musky, for lack of a better term. A rustle could be heard from his right, and instinctively Stagpaw's curvilinear claws began to slip out of their sheaths as he lowered himself to the ground, tali curling tightly around his own body, triangular ears flattened against his skull.

He found himself face to face with a dog, an excitable one that showed no signs of aggression yet even then its presence was enough to paralyse Stagpaw, his chest heaving up and down with rapid speed, visionaries as wide as two full moons, refusing to blink. The russet canine's tongue lolled limply from the corner of its mouth, strings of saliva swinging from its flashing incisors. Even its bark, short and gruff, did not cause Stagpaw to flinch. He wasn't exactly sure what to do. If he moved, would it excite the dog? Would the dog's prey drive trigger? Would it follow him back to ShadowClan's camp if he were to make a sprint for it now? He was confident enough that he could outrun the other, but it was too risky. He was naive and certainly not the brightest, but definitely not stupid. StarClan help me.

Stagpaw wasn't alone, but he was lonely. That was mostly evident through his lack of family around the camp. No mother to go and boast to about catching a squirrel on a hunting patrol, no fatherly advice to listen to, no siblings to curl up with at night when the chilly wind would briskly enter the apprentice den at night, a momentary relief from the unusual heat that imposed itself upon the clans. He enjoyed the company of his friends without a doubt, but often times he wished for more, something different. There was platonic love, which he had, and familial love, which he lacked and missed. His sister Cicadapaw was so rarely about that he felt as though they weren't blood-related anymore, that she wasn't his sister, that she no longer existed. His only brother, Sunkit, had been cruelly murdered by a fox, an incident that continued to haunt Stagpaw to this day. His mothers were no longer here, and his father he never even knew.

But, there were others.

Half-sisters. He knew of them, and they of him, but it had been so long since they last saw each other that Stagpaw tossed and turned in his sleep out of sheer fear that they would forget their older brother. Fortunately, he had been granted a visit, something that he was grateful for, and would be sure to show his gratitude to the leader and deputy of his clan. The end of the day was almost nigh, and it was time to go home. The border marking RiverClan's territory was near, Stagpaw could tell, but he longed to be here just for a few more moments. Who knew how long it would be until he could come back?

OLIVEBERRY !

"Greetings. Forgive me for the intrusion, but, um," followed by a soft laugh "I don't believe you're from river clan, right?"

In all honesty, he had been so lost in his own thoughts that his instincts had not picked up on the presence of another. His instincts were perhaps his greatest strength, the asset he was most tuned to, for 90% of the time they were always accurate one way or another. He often followed what felt right, rather than what was right. Heart over head. Sometimes that would lend him in trouble (his own naivety did not help) and sometimes it got him out of sticky situations that others may not be capable of doing, despite Stagpaw, admittedly, not being the brightest of the bunch. Though that didn't matter. He had his instincts to guide him. Two moons away from receiving his warrior name but still young. There was still time to learn and sharpen up his wisdom.

The fallow-hued boy whipped around almost immediately, agile paws twisting with flexibility on the spot, curvilinear claws slipping out of their sheaths naturally out of sudden fright. Molten gold visionaries locked onto the femme that stood before him, and from there he understood that she was no threat. He was in ally territory. This was a RiverClanner. He could tell by the scent, obviously, and word went about that RiverClanners were perhaps the prettiest of felines due to their pelts and frame. ThunderClanners with their strong hind muscles and shoulders for scaling the forest. WindClanners had their long legs. At first sight, Stagpaw appeared to be a mix of everything. In reality, he was born and raised ShadowClan. "Oh! N-no, ah, I'm from ShadowClan" Stagpaw would admit rather bashfully, sensing the tips of his triangular ears beginning to grow hot from embarrassment.

"Would you mind if I asked why you're here?"

He found himself staring, mesmerised almost. Realising so, he tore his volcanic gaze away and blinked rapidly, processing the question that had been directed towards him. "Sorry, I was just on my way out. I, uh, I came to visit my sisters. I have three here, do you know them? Frogpaw, Emeraldpaw and Sagepaw" Three here. One from home that was missing. A murdered brother whose death he blamed himself for. A lonely child.

"My name's oliveberry, by the way. I'm a river clan warrior. What's your name?"

He noticed her sit down, something that indicated to him that perhaps he would have a few more moments here, trapped in a conversation. But he didn't mind, no. Stagpaw was charismatic most times. He could be shy too, but that didn't ever stop him from engaging in talk. He returned her amiable smile with one of his own, tan facial features aglow. Oliveberry. He would make a note to remember that. "I'm Stagpaw. I figured you were from RiverClan. You look like them, and smell like them too" That's obvious, mousebrain. "N-not that it's a bad thing!"

Yeah sure that would be great!

Nice (: Would you like a thread?