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(lol omg I fell asleep rose, sorry!)

Eagleflame stretched after he emerged from the Warrior's Den, trying to shake off sleep as his pelt fluffed up from the chill in the air. He saw Featherstep across the clearing, and decided to greet the other warrior. "Hello, Featherstep" he meowed when he got closer.

(It’s fine. Everyone’s got to sleep. Lol. And btw it’s featherstep)

Featherstep nodded a greeting to the other warrior. “Hello Eagleflame.” She meowed while grooming her cream colored pelt.


Mosspelt let out a soft purr at the deputy’s words comforted by the fact her old clan was watching her from Starclan. “I think so too. My mother always told me everything happens for a reason. Finding stormclan made me believe that that is really true.” She meowed as they padded, side by side, into camp

Daisykit had just woken up, blinking the sleep from her eyes and watching as Dreamkit and her brother, Pinekit had just run out of the nursery. She frowns, wondering why they were playing without her, and why they were leaving the den. She thought they couldn't leave the den without their mom. The little she-kit shrugs, the yawns before resting her head back on her paws, still so tired after just waking up.

Stonepaw had stirred awake after his sister, Shortpaw, left the apprentices den. He shakes his head a bit, the thick blanket of sleep still holding him captive, but he didn't want to sleep anymore. His attention is then brought over to the snoring/purring Hickorypaw, the gray tom having to bite his tongue to keep from snickering. He wonders what the other apprentice could be dreaming about that's making him purr in his sleep.

Mothstrike shivers in her nest, eventually being brought to the waking world mostly due to her brother and Rainfurs conversation. She grumbles and glares daggers at the two. "Could you guys talk any louder?" The gray tabby nearly hisses, the sharp tone more directed at her brother. After that she gives a huff, fluffing out her fur a bit and curling back up into a tight ball, trying to keep in all her warmth.

Hazelmoon was on the dawn border patrol so she was already awake when everyone was waking up. She yawns as she enters camp again, tail-tip flickering a bit as she heads over to the fresh-kill pile. She tried to ignore her wet paws, the snow having melted once it made contact with her fur. The she-cat just feels lucky to have a long, thick coat to keep her somewhat warm when it snowed like this. Standing in front of the kill pile, she stares at the prey for maybe too long, sort of becoming lost in thought before coming back to her senses and finally leaning down to pick up a rather plump squirrel. Maybe she was more tired than she had thought. Hazelmoon honestly wasn't that hungry but she knew she should probably eat, maybe she'd try to find someone to share with. I wonder if Whiteshadow is awake. The thought makes her pelt heat up, feeling a little silly for automatically thinking of him.

(I'm trying out the whole color speak thing o: )

(My whole family think it’s ridiculous how excited I get but I don’t care!

*breaks out into song* ITS THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEARRRRRR!!!!)

Mothstrike physically tenses, lifting her head again and giving her brother a piercing look with her deep yellow eyes, a foreign color that did not belong to either Melodyburst or Duskfoot. It was the one trait she possessed from her real birth mother. The tabby grunts a little as she lifts herself from her nest, padding over to Snappertooth's and plopping herself beside him in his nest, basically putting herself between the two toms. She gives him a taste of his own medicine by producing a sickeningly sweet smile, now looking between Rainfur and her brother. "So, what are we gossiping about? Now that I'm awake I'm feeling a little chatty." Normally Mothstrike wouldn't get herself involved, but anything to annoy her brother was worth it.

Stonepaw eventually gets up from his nest and stretches, silent paws now carrying him out of the apprentice's den. He spots his sister easily, tilting his head as he notices she's talking with the kits, he wonders if their parents are even awake. Stonepaw doesn't dwell much on the thought as his attention is now at the camp entrance, watching his mentor enter camp with the cat who came to their camp a couple moons ago, he can't seem to remember her name though. "Good morning, Dustwhisker." He calls over to the deputy, now padding towards him.

(I like to think that they like to annoy the crap out of each other but deep down they both really care for each other)

Her face kind of scrunches up a bit when she looks at Snappertooth, head tilting a bit with this sort of confused look. "Why would anyone want to do that? Poor Rainfur wou-oof! Be crushed by you." Her voice gets a little strained in the end as he lays half of himself on her, trying to roll out from under him but he's too heavy. In actuality he's just really warm and she doesn't feel like putting in the effort to move away.

Stonepaw was probably the biggest apprentice in the den right now, not to mention that he's not even full grown yet. He was a no nonsense kind of cat, usually only thinking strictly business. "I don't believe that I do? Unless you've got something big planned for me." He said, trying to play along and be a little coy. He knew his assessment had to be soon, he's not sure if he can say the same for Shortpaw.

Mosspelt watched the deputy walk away. She would have said something else to him but she was a bit taken aback that he had apologized for what he said. She looked and him curiously not sure what to make of their outing together. She decided she would have to try and spend more time with him later because he was not the cat she originally pegged him for.

Featherstep looked over at the bright orange warrior and stood up with a shake and stretch. She thought for a moment. "I was thinking of going for an early morning hunt. You are welcome to come." She meowed

Featherstep nodded and led the way out of camp towards the grand oak tree "Are you any good at climbing?" she meowed "I imagine there will be some squirrels over by the Grand Oak." she flexed her claws thinking of the hunt

(( YO DUDES GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT A DECENT STREAMING SERVICE ,, come hang w/ me . When I'm done I'm gonna put up an open for Rosethorn and Barkpelt here since they're free ))