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“No idea. Looks like they had an argument about something…” Autumnfall murmured, before she shifted her paws and whispered to Eclipsestorm. “Though, I think it may have something to do with the last Sunningrocks fight. Frostmoon’s been beating herself down ever since, like we wouldn’t notice.”

“Only if you’re sure!” Dawnpaw panted, admittedly worn out, but not one to ever give up if he was needed to keep going. He padded up to Sunthroat’s side and smiled. “That was great! At this rate, I’m sure to earn my name when assignment time comes.”

“Hmph. And if I recall, I was the best fighter of our group. I just happened to be able to hunt well too.” Mothsong snorted, for a moment allowing herself to fall into the banter and arrogance, though she quickly found herself swarming with guilt, knowing she must have sounded like an arrogant rouge, considering she practically was one. Owlfrost had been the best hunter, and she remembered the remarks she’d made under her breath about if catching lizards and frogs like a Shadowclan cat counted. She felt that wave of self-hate fill her again, that she truly believed back then that he was lesser when she herself was probably less of a Clan cat than he was.

Mothsong faced forwards again, growing silent once more.

hello I am here as well )

oh we can do some training! )

Blizzardstorm said a quick goodbye to his kits and Squirreltail before searching the camp for Flurrypaw. It would be beneficial to get some extra hunting training in before the twolegplace patrols started.

Blizzardstorm smiled and nodded at Flurrypaw, "Yes, it's been a little while since we honed your hunting skills and I think now is a great time to do it. We may not actually catch anything while we're out today, but we can work on your stalking technique and scenting prey. You have to show off to those Skyclan apprentices okay?" he added rather mischievously.

they're a great pair, very similar in personality )

Blizzardstorm lead him out of camp, headed for the great sycamore. "Alright, I'm not going to say anything, as we walk see what you can scent and let me know. Can be prey, clanmates who recently passed through, anything."

"Well, for starters, I scent you." Flurrypaw mewed, eager to recite the scents he had been learning from Blizzardstorm's teachings. "I can smell Ghostscreech, Autumnfall, Frostmoon and Eclipsestorm, they must have gone out on a patrol then. Hm... there's squirrel, but it's kinda faint, so it probably was brought in early in the morning." Flurrypaw chattered as they padded away from camp. 

Fox throw some cats out )

Blizzardstorm huffed a laugh as Flurrypaw started the list with him, he was surprised the apprentice didn't mention himself as well. Though he was quite proud his apprentice could name each clanmate that he went by, Flurrypaw was obviously very observant. "I'm impressed Flurrypaw, any scents nearby you don't recognize? You can describe them to me."

I got everyone open)

Wolfshadow was chatting with Bumblegaze. The two toms were talking about the new twoleg place patrols.

Southmist poked her head into the apprentice den, looking for Scarletpaw.

Honeydapple was sitting with Applefur, the two just enjoying the sunshine.

"Ugh!" Scarletpaw seethed as she padded sharply around the apprentice's den. Sunthroat and Dawnpaw had come back, though it was Dawnpaw's chattering with the other apprentices where she learned that he had learned yet another advanced move. Sunthroat was teaching him all kinds of skills, and she hated knowing that Dawnpaw was always ahead of the curve. Scowling, the prickly and determined apprentice finally spotted Southmist and stormed right over to her as she stuck her head in.

"Finally! At this rate, Dawnpaw's going to get his name moons before I get mine!" Scarletpaw complained sharply. "Please tell me we're learning something new and impressive, or I will chew my own tail off." 

Blizzardstorm looked at the berries, with a sharp gasp he placed his tail in front of his apprentice, pulling him away. "Remember that scent very well Flurrypaw. Those are deathberries." he mewed grimly. "Never eat any berries out in the forest unless you know for sure what they are. Doesn't matter how hungry you are, it's not worth the risk." The tom looked rather startled, his coat puffed up with panic. He couldn't help but imagine his own tiny kits finding and eating the berries.

Seafoam sighed as she fluffed up her nest, the nights seemed to be getting colder and colder and she couldn't seem to escape the chill from her bones. She never expected to feel like this as a young warrior, her body always seemed to be aching. Getting to be an elder was definitely a scam.

Nettlepatch sat at the edge of camp grooming his fur, he was both nervous and excited at the prospect of going on a patrol to the twolegplace, glancing around camp he belatedly wondered if Deerleap would be in his patrol.

Cloudysky and Webstripe sat together, whispering about other ways the clan could find prey if the patrols were unsuccessful. Cloudysky scoffed at Webstripe's idea of learning how to fish near sunning rocks.

Brackenheart stalked out of camp followed by Willowsong, the two attempting to go hunting near the border.

Flamesky searched the crowd for Brokenwing, wondering what she thought about the patrols.

Southmist looked at her apprentice. “If I didn’t know you better I think I’d be offended by how much you complain that the deputy isn’t your mentor.” She spoke with a roll of her eyes, moving from the den.

Deerleap spotted Nettlepatch from across camp. She headed over and greeted him. “Hey Nettlepatch! What have you been up to.”

Badgernight looked over at his mate. “You seem grumpy.” He teased softly.

Nettlepatch couldn't help the smile on his face as Deerleap approached him, "Hi Deerleap, I haven't really been up to anything today. I was on a moonrise border patrol last night. I woke up right in time for the clan meeting. How have you been?"

Seafoam turned to look at Badgernight with a frown, "I am. No matter what I do I can't seem to get warm. Is my coat thinning?" She spun around, craning her neck to try and look at her own pelt.

“Yeah. That sounds way better than stepping on old deathberries.” Flurrypaw mewed sheepishly, before he shook his pelt and scampered back to Blizzardstorm’s side. “Lightningpaw showed me his hunter’s crouch yesterday, it looked perfect! Hornetstrike spends so much time with him, it’s like he’s afraid Lightningpaw will just up and disappear!” Flurrypaw exclaimed, unaware that he was partially on the nose.