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Willowgaze's fur was hot, even in the cold beginnings of Leafbare. She was taken aback by his sudden boldness. He had been slight, almost cryptic until now.. and then he opened to her. It was what she had been looking for, but not what she really expected. Ottertail, she thought. Curious name for a ShadowClan cat...

She tried to regain control of the conversation. "I am Willowgaze, and that's what you can call me," she meowed, still close to him, mimicking his response in a more even and playful tone. "Can you guess where my name came from? I assume yours came from your keen swimming." And Battlestare... I won't ask. I can guess.

Willowgaze's bright green eyes roamed over the tom's body. So many marks in his fur and on his flesh, but it only made him appear... what was the word for it? Distinguished.

Lostkit knew that they needed to find food, but he couldn't help by mrrowh in good humor. "At least I'm not the only crummy hunter!" He teased.

Just then, his ears perked to something rustling in a nearby frozen bush. He crouched and stalked like Palestorm had shown him, slowly approaching the source of the sound. Quietly.... quietly... he pounced!

The sheer thrill of feeling the mouse under his paws nearly knocked him off his game. He did as Palestorm had said and gave the mouse a quick and merciful bite, making it his first every freshkill. He didn't expect the blood, and it made him slightly woosy, but he proudly tottered over to where Palestorm sat watching.

"Did I do okay? Wait til I show Grimgrin!"

Aurorapaw took in the beauty of the grasslands and the gorge below. "We have a past with ThunderClan over Sunning Rocks... are we at odds with WindClan for any reason?"

She was repeating rules and tips and landmarks over and over in her head. She would have so much to think about tonight in the Apprentice's Den. She could only imagine how vivid her dreams would be.

I found a test posted here: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/feli…etics-test.-265490.0.html

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Ghoststare loved this time of year. The first snowfall had excited her since she was a kit. She remembered the first time she had ever seen a snowflake. She chased it around the camp, squeaking with delight. True, this was only her second full Leafbare, but she had been looking forward to it since the last.

Her light coloring made her an excellent Leafbare hunter. Her slight figure was perfect for creeping across snowdrifts without crashing through into the powdery hills. She had been anxious for her first hunt this season, and today was the day.

She had not been sent on a hunting party today, but still she slipped away. She would bring back whatever she could find... and she returned empty pawed, no one would have to know. With Leafbare arriving so early, anything should could bring back that was extra would be sure to be helpful.

She crouched low, crawling along the snow to a nearby pine bush. There, she watched, scented, and waited...

Willowgaze was struck once again by his honesty. She found his markings both tragic and beautiful, but she wasn't sure what to say. His life was mapped out on his pelt. He could never hide from where he had come from. It seemed sad to her that, his boldness in sharing his scars with her, Ottertail seemed ashamed. An elder had once told her that those who are the most forward are those who trying to ease their own pain. She wasn't sure she had believed him until now.

Your first warrior name... You have so much to tell.

When he described her, she felt his words caress her pelt. She felt a tingle, like when a storm was rolling in and the impending lightning made her fur stand on end. What was this? She tried to brush the implications of emotion that she felt strangely lingering in her belly away. Her curiosity had to be getting the best of her once again.

Willowgaze wanted to offer him something in return. She wanted to give back something deeply personal to make him know she understood -- or at least could empathize -- with him.

Her eyes followed the half moon shapes on Ottertail's side over and over as she thought about what she was going to say. She didn't want to say it. She knew it would open a floodgate she had closed long ago. She took in a deep breath.

"My mother died." She said in a low voice. "I killed her." She winced as the words came out. "I mean, she died kitting me. I had a brother and sister, too, but I was stuck... Our Medicine Cat told me later that it was a matter of saving me, or losing all three of us." Her tail wrapped around her feet as she sat. "I guess it was too late for her already." The only thing she gave me was my name.

It had been so long since she offered that piece of herself to anyone. She felt better to ignore it and remember the queen who had nursed her and made sure she was strong and healthy. Honeystare had been nothing but the perfect fill-in mother to her, but she always knew that it just wasn't the same. Honeystare would never have said it, but her own kits always took precedence.

Her eyes lingered on her paws.

"Yes!" She meowed instantly. "Tell me everything." She felt like everything had been going so well so far. She was beginning to tire from their journey, but didn't want to stop. Wherever Oceanfeather lead, she would follow.

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"You did brilliantly," Palestorm purred, proud welling inside of her as if the kit had been her own apprentice. "Normally, you'd bury your prey and come back for it when you're done hunting, but that may be hard with the snowfall. Hold on to it while I try and find something decent, okay?" She put her tail on his shoulder. "Then we'll head back so Grimgrin can see what a lovely mouse you caught."

The kit seemed pleased by her praise. Rising to her paws, the tabby scanned the remaining land and her eyes found a small speck of black that had turned mostly gray from a thin veil of snow As she studied it hard, she saw it move and flap wings. A bird! The creature must have been caught unawares when the storm hit, and its wings were too wet to fly.

Palestorm instinctively crouched down and began to inch towards it, testing each pawstep carefully, determined not to make the same mistake again. When she was a few tail-lengths away, the cream cat paused, pressed ehrself slightly closer to the ground, and pounced.

The bird flapped feebly and tried to get away, but Palestorm doubted it could have flown far if it had escaped her. She swiftly bit its neck and trotted back to where Lostkit was waiting. "Shall we?" She meowed around a mouthful of icy feathers. I hope this thing thaws out in the tree. She gently nudged him in the direction where their paws had left slight dents in the snow.

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Lostkit was excited about returning to the tree. He carried his mouse proudly alongside Palestorm as they trudged through the snow. He lept from pawstep to pawstep until he saw the hallow ahead of them. He picked up speed, darting inside the hole where the other cats were.

"Grimgrin! I caught a mouse!! GRIMGRIN!" he yowled. He dropped the mouse where the rogue lay, still keeping their rescued cat warm. "Palestorm said I did great!"

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Genetics are quite interesting! I do believe you can take classes in high school, though.

Haha, I probably could have... but a little too late for me :3

Aurorapaw dipped her head, acknowledging that she had heard her mentor. Living on the moor sounded too bare to her. She couldn't imagine not having the full forest for her canopy and protection. Chasing rabbits? Running after her prey? That just sounded like a waste of precious energy to her.

"Must be rough for those cats." She felt a little sympathy for a moment, but it passed. These cats must have adapted over the years. It probably didn't seem so rough to them.

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Lostkit dozed peacefully in Grimgrin's tail. He had never eaten better than he did in the last few weeks and he had a home that kept him warm and safe from the bigger animals in the forest at night. When he woke, he gave a mew to Grimgrin and stretched.

"Grimgrin... I think I'm 5 moons old now!" He said thoughtfully. It had been just over a moon since he was lost from his clan and so many nights had passed. He counted to himself in his head. "Yep! I'm five moons! What do cats get to do when they are five moons in clans?"

Specklekit was so hungry! He gulped his vole down in nearly two swallows. "Thank you, Palepaws. My stomach was so noisy!" He purred at her to show his appreciation. "I'll help you hunt when I am old enough!"

Willowgaze felt Ottertail's words. They moved her to a point of deep sorrow, so much so that she almost didn't know how to proceed. This cat was a miracle... either that, or incredibly unlucky. There was so much emotion in his voice when he shared his story, but at the same time, so little. Willowgaze felt as though the tom was trying to belittle the damage he had endured in his life.

She picked up on key points during his stories. He had been chased out of his clan. She had heard of cats doing this before. She knew some cats could be cruel. He crossed the river when he had fled... Had she been right? Was he a RiverClan cat? He obviously didn't want to talk more about this, so she resolved to let him tell her where he was from whenever he was ready.

Willowgaze brushed her pelt against his, letting him know she would let him let his memories be just that. She went along with his segue. "Fish are... an acquired taste. When the river freezes, we often have to dig for voles. We eat a lot of fat birds in Leafbare. You'd be amazed how much slower a little Leafbare weight can make a cardinal."

She realized she her tail had remained draped over his back after she brushed pelts with him. She quickly pulled it away, slightly embarrassed.

"Palestorm's here!" Lostkit squealed, clamoring over Grimgrin to get to the entrance. In a few steps (as the tree was not the largest inside) Lostkit was out into the night, pouncing on the creamy colored cat. "Palestorm!! It's you!" He purred wildly.

Willowgaze felt a sting as the tom turned away from her. Had she been too forward? Was he offended by her somewhat open affections? It was true that any cat from her clan who had chanced to see him would know he was from a different clan -- they would instantly be on her about this. She knew it wasn't right, this showing of affection so early and so openly, but it felt comfortable. It felt good.

She could see so much going on inside Ottertail's head and it both worried and intrigued her. As they has spent this late time of the day together, she had found Ottertail utterly fascinating. She wanted to stay here with him. She wanted to share their stories, no matter how dark or painful. She felt... something. She still wasn't certain what exactly it was. She only knew that she felt a connection, a spark as she spent her time with Ottertail.

I'm not breaking the WarriorCode... I can associate with other cats in other clans... She told herself this over and over.

When Ottertail asked about her mate, she scoffed. She laid down, facing him with her head resting on her paws, mocking playfully the way he had laid and watched her earlier. It was the only way she could distract herself from the thoughts that started bubbling in her own mind.

She looked up at him, her eyes emerald and shining. "And what makes you think I have taken a mate?" She hoped her return to a playful spirit might take his mind off of whatever was distracting him. He was a complicated cat, but she wanted to try.

Aurorapaw agreed. She had plenty to think about and let settle in to her memory tonight. She turned to walk back with her mentor, recalling all her words and advice from the day. "Thank you... It's been a really fulfilling day." She said. "I can't wait for tomorrow."

Moonpaw crouched down spotting an unsuspecting vole. He stalked forward slowly like Sparrowsong had taught him and...pounced! The vole squirmed and squeaked under his paws. He gave its neck a quick bite and looked to his mentor proudly. "How was that?"

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