JuniperClan - The Reckless and Witty - Open for Joining

[Shrewlight] [Ghost Writer] [Tom] [Warrior] [Shrewlight is a solid dark ginger, almost brown, tom with bright blue eyes. His tail is slightly shorter than most and he has medium fur.] [Shrewlight can get irritated very very easily but he always has good advice for almost any situation. He wanted to become a medicine cat and slightly dislikes Seedripple because she was a moon older than him and got the position of medicine cat apprentice before him. He also doesn't get along with his mother, Sorrelclaw. He likes to keep his distance from others and finds it hard to make friends due to his judgmental attitude.] [His mother is Sorrelclaw]

[Sorrelclaw] [Ghost Writer] [She-cat] [Warrior] [Sorrelclaw is  a sweet she-cat who likes to help out with the queens and their kits. She's a pretty good hunter but birds are her weakness. She doesn't like to climb trees at all because she's scared of heights. She tries hard to get her son, Shrewlight, to like her but has learned to leave him alone unless he needs her] [Shrewlight is her son]

Firespark looked up at his leader, trying to figure out what her signals could mean. Once the bird landed on to the ground, he understood. 'Aspenstar wouldn't make that much racket while hunting unless she was trying to scare prey' he thought to himself. Trying to keep focus, he watched the bird and quickly pounced, pinning it's wings to it couldn't fly away. He bit the neck of it and looked up at Aspenstar with a gleam of pride in his eyes.

"The more paws the better." Seedripple agreed. "Could you fetch her while I finish up here?" She asked, pulling the sun dried leafs back to the den, dropping a few.

Breezepaw sat at the edge of the clearing, tail twitching absently in the grass. She was just thinking about going into the forest and finding herself something to do when she spotted Weedclaw padding out of the medicine cat den with Seedripple. There he was. She didn't understand why he spent so much time in there. If he was so interested in it why didn't he become her apprentice? It wasn't too late to be a medicine cat. She actually had a theory that the two were lovers. So far she didn't believe it, but if they were she would keep their secret.
"Weedclaw!" The dilute calico stood up and trotted across camp, smiling at her mentor and joining him just as Seedripple went back inside. "Where are you about to go? Planning to leave your apprentice with nothing to do?" she purred warmly. Going out to look for herbs would be better than sitting in camp, so she already decided she would go with them.

Breezepaw purred at her mentor, slightly amused. "Challenge accepted." she raised her tail triumphantly, eyes bright with happiness. Even if she didn't gather more than him, the game would be plenty of fun, and she was going to try her best.

"I was worried I wouldn't get it." He chuckled softly, making sure he was quiet enough not to scare the prey. He dug a small hole and shoved the freshly caught bird in it and scraped dirt over it. He speed up, trying to catch up to Aspenstar. He scented the air and stopped. He put his muzzle extremely close to her ear, nearly touching it. "There's a vole in the bushes over there." He mewed, pointing to a shrub with his tail.

"Weedclaw, you're definitely going to lose. You don't even know what you're looking for you mousebrain." She teased, rolling her eyes. "You spent so much time in my den and I bet you couldn't tell what a poppyseed looks like"

He was right, and she dipped her head toward the undergrowth. "Go catch it, then." Her response was just barely a whisper, not wanting to scare his prey away.

He narrowed his eyes in thought, "I would have to guess it is a seed!" He meowed, knowing he wasn't wrong. "Breezepaw wouldn't know what horsetail is either, so I'd say it's a fair competition." He carried on.

Breezepaw laughed at the two older cats. "Let's go! Once Seedripple finds some I'll know what it looks like and I'll get a bunch." She looked at the medicine cat, nose twicthing. "No."

Darknose was lying in the shade near the warrior den, carefully grooming his dark fur. Yellow eyes scanned the camp, looking for any clanmates going out on patrol that he could catch up with. A little group was going out but Seedripple was with them, which meant they were herb hunting, and he didn't want to be a part of that. His tail curled around himself and he went back to grooming.

While Firespark went after his vole, Aspenstar neatly caught a mouse. She was in the process of covering it when Firespark turned to her. "Impressive," she meowed. "If we can just catch a squirrel, then I think we could start heading back to camp." He was a great hunter, and she knew they could easily hunt longer, but carrying more than two pieces of prey each would be difficult.

Weedclaw turned to his apprentice, "this is why it's important that we go with Seedripple. What do you think may happen if a GrassClan cat thought she was just the tiniest bit too close to their side of the border?"

Firespark stretched his six toes in excitement. He was great at catching squirrels. Climbing trees and seeing the look of horror in their eyes. After he covered his vole in dirt, he nodded to his leader. "That will be easy." He purred.

Seedripple knew how to fight just fine and knew she could easily fight off one of the grass-loving push over cats but wasn't about to disrupt Weedclaw teaching his apprentice to save her pride. Three cats were better than one when it came to battle. "Let's go." She mewed impatiently.

"Well, I need to go into Grassclan territory." She whispered. "And I didn't want to go alone." She hoped the tom wouldn't report her to Aspenstar. She didn't think he would, which is why she told him.

"I sure hope so," Aspenstar meowed, already scenting the air. There was a faint trace of one, and she hesitantly started to follow the trail.

Weedclaw started to say something, but hesitated at the impatience in Seedripple's voice. For this first time in his life, he shut up and just walked. "Make sure you are checking for any prey scents, or GrassClan cat scents, it's always good to be aware of your surroundings!" He called up to his apprentice.

{I'll be disappearing soonish for no more than an hour to play cards with my mother}

Juniperclan and Grassclan border)

(Okay :3)

Firespark immediately padded after the scent trail. Almost certain there was a squirrel at the end of it. As he followed it, he noticed something was off about the smell. Soon enough, he found the squirrel but it was already dead. He sniffed it and wrinkled his nose. It smelt sick. "Aspenstar." He called her. "Come over here." As he waited, he noticed more of the sickly scent around him.

She purred, hoping the tom was up for an adventure. She didn't tell anyone, but her belly was starting to swell with kits. She didn't want to be alone in case the father got angry again. She just didn't feel right not telling him about the kits and maybe he would join the clan. She thought about how last time she got a clawed ear and hoped having Darknose with her would help her. She started to follow the tom to the exit. "So, anything interesting happen to you lately?" She asked.

"Just a few more foxtail lengths and we should be there." Seedripple told the two cats.

Firespark backed away as his leader scraped dirt over the sick prey. "Maybe Seedripple should check it out. She might figure out what it is." He suggested. There wasn't an illness that his sister couldn't figure out. "I'll go grab the prey while you do that." He said as he realized he was getting distracted. After digging up the mouse, vole, and thrush, he padded back to Aspenstar. He had to walk slowly because the vole was on his back and the thrush on his head, making him look ridiculous.