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"Eh, just leave her alone to be a boring and lazy cat." Wolfpaw nudged her a bit before hurrying out of camp without replying to her question. Once they got far enough, near the Bubbling Lake, he slowed to a stop. "Now we can decide what to do without anyone telling us what not to do."

"He'll be right next to you all when you all become warriors, I'm sure of it." The she-cat gently rested her tail against his shoulder comfortingly before scenting the air. "In order to become a warrior though, there are a few things you need to show first. I know that we are currently in leaf-bare, but do you think you could try and find something to bring back to camp as fresh-kill? Regardless of the season, we have to make sure the clan remains well fed. I'll be watching from a distance, mainly watching for form so please don't feel any pressure."

(it's winter btw XD In case you didn't know :3 )

Wolfpaw snickered at her energy before sitting back and thinking about what they could do. "Well, we could go to the Bear Cavern and see who can go in there?" He suggested with a grin. Usually the bears were in there in hibernation and waking one would be hazardous. 

Softwing purred and gave her son a few gentle licks. "Nightkit." She murmured. She rested with her cheek close to the kit. She hadn't wanted to squish the him with the weight of her head. He was such a handsome little tomkit. Softwing knew they would all become fantastic warriors.

(Well, now I know. The snow made her sneeze, then. )

A challenge. Grassypaw loved a challenge. "All right." When they went back, Fawnpaw would be jealous that she hadn't come along with them, Grassypaw would make certain of that.

(It’s cool. How are ya?)

Ello)

((Rp anyone :?

((I'm goin to wait

Sweetpaw shrugged before taking a bite of the mouse her sister offered her. "It's not that big of a deal," she mewed. "It seems like a lot of cats get jealous over it when he's just like everyone else."

Wolfpaw couldn't believe she agreed to him! His siblings usually would back out because they didn't want to get harmed even though they should be able to take care of themselves. He felt happy to find someone who had the same courage as he did. "Alright, who should go first?" He asked as he lead her to the cave. "Maybe we should get something from there to prove we did it."

Hey)

(Hello)

Nightkit purred slughtly as his mother softly licked his fur, quickly slipping into a deep sleep. As he slept, the tom qicked his back paws softly clearly lost in a dream and unconsciously snuggled deeper into his mother's fur.

(Okie)

Cederbristle found his leg growing more stiff with the cold weather, but he didn't let that get to him. Trudging through the snow, the tom found himself yet again drawn towards the twoleg place and that wonderful she-cat. He visited her quite frequently and some warriors were starting to ask questions, but he couldn't seem to stay away. The tom made sure to leave the most confusing tracks in the fresh snowfall in case someone did try to track him, doubling back, looping around and travelling through the undergrowth.

Cragshard padded into camp a trio of mice in his jaws, he felt quite fortunate to have found such a great catch. In all honesty, he had practically stumbled onto them, but that would be the last thing he would openly confess to. Dropping two of the mice on the pile, the tom kept one for himself and found an area clear of snow to settle down and eat.

Pebbleskip hummed softly as she watched the camp bustle with activity, using her tail to lazily draw in the snow beneath her. All her life she had been dreaming of being a warrior, and now that it had come true, she really didn't know what to do. Sure there were patrols and hunting trips, but there were only so many she could go on before other cats told her to sit and relax. She had also attempted to clean the elder's den but she was gently rebuked and told that it was the apprentice's job, not hers.

Goosepaw was bright eyed and bushy tailed, per usual, as he bounded through the snow his tail streaming happily behind him. He still could not believe he was an apprentice finally and Silverleaf was a good mentor, he liked him a lot, even though he got a tad upset at Goosepaw whenever he asked stupid questions, something that happened quite frequently.

Coalshatter narrowed his eyes as he stalked a squirrel, the small rodent sitting on the trunk of a tree, hopefully unaware of the young tom's presence. Fexinging his paws slightly, Coalshatter propelled himself forwards, but he had not compensated for the slipperiness of the snow and very quickly found himself hurtling headfirst into the tree. He hit with a dull thud, birds sent scattering through the air their cries of alarm filling the air, and clumps of snow came pelting down from the branches, covering the tom beneath. Surprisingly enough, regardless of his dismal failure that Applethorn would have been most disappointed with, by some stroke of luck, Coalshatter had still managed to kill the squirrel by brute force from his head. After the world stopped spinning Coalshatter managed to heave himself out of the snow, trying to shake the pain from his head and the show from his thick pelt.

Paleface was grumpy per usual. He hated the colder months the most and it was making his joints stiff, not to mention the new addition of Cederbristle to the elder's den had made it much more cramped than usual and that darn tom couldn't stop talking. On and on about StarClan knows what. Muttering under his breath the old tom stretched out his paws, his joints popping and shifting with the movement. He then fluffed out his pelt and curled back up in his nest, turning his back to the den's exit hoping to block out the sunlight that filtered through and possibly get a bit more sleep.