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Plumwillow gave a delighted purr as Warblerpaw approached. "I told you it would be soon! Even better, because the weather will give you an extra bit of a challenge." She winked, knowing that climbing in the rain was possible, albeit harder. She mused. "That is, unless the rain stops before we get to the the big test!" She winked, before she looked at Whitesun. "What's the assessment looking like for today?"

"Good. You've been more than ready for days now. I can feel it." Buzzardfall nodded, a supportive look in her eyes as she nodded over to Whitesun. "Let's see what you'll be doing for the assessment."

“Probably climbing and fighting as well.” Sunpaw mewed quietly, looking up as Whitesun approached them. She fell quiet as Whitesun started to speak with the mentors, eagerly listening to what they would be doing today.

Whitesun waited for all of the mentors to gather before he began speaking, “We’re going to start by assessing your apprentices’ hunting abilities. Half of it will be held in in the twolegplace, and the rest of it will continue on our own territory. Once you’re finished with the hunting portion, we’ll move on to their fighting skills. Each mentor will have a chance to assess their apprentice’s skills in single combat. The final part of the assessment will be held at Skystar Tree. Each apprentice must reach the top of the tree and make it back down in order to pass this part of the assessment.” The deputy said, his eyes scanning the cats before him.

Spotteddawn pressed against her mate, giving him a loving look, “Even if Echowing does call for our banishment, she doesn’t make these decisions for Spiritstar. If she had wanted to banish us for our transgressions, she would have done that the day you came here when you were exiled from ThunderClan.” She mewed, pressing her nose to his cheek. Spotteddawn looked back over to where their kits were speaking with the deputy, listening to him as he told them what to expect for their warrior assessments, “And our kits don’t hate us. At least they haven’t said anything to us about it. How about we talk to them once they return from their assessment if they have time before the ceremonies? We can ask them about how they feel about everything and tell them about our second litter.” She suggested to him.

Blackfire gave her sister an encouraging nod, waving her tail at Quickwing as she padded over to speak with Plumwillow.

Warblerpaw listened carefully as Whitesun explained the assessment, nodding. The hunt in Twolegplace will be more challenging than a typical assessment, he mused. A grin split his face. Good. I want them to see what I can really do.

He rolled his eyes with a smirk and a barely concealed snort of laughter as Plumwillow tripped over herself on Quickwing's approach. "Careful there," he whispered into her ear with humor. "Can't spar you if you've gone and let your heart leap out of your chest, can I?"

Warblerpaw snickered, flicking her with his tail before joining Fallpaw, Firepaw, Coldpaw, and Sunpaw a few paces away. "Hey. You guys ready?" he asked.

Warblerpaw flicked a single ear and smiled, the confident young tom smirking. "Me? I'm more than ready," he said. "I've been waiting for this for ages."

He stretched, loosening his muscles for the long day ahead of them. He nodded to Plumwillow. "Let's show them how it's done, yeah?"

Springpaw grinned, scampering over to the patrol with her chest puffed. She may not be able to complete her warrior assessment yet, but at least she got to go see the twolegplace!

Snailkit looked down at her fur and then up toward their father, “I look like you.” She boasted as she tottered toward him on unsteady legs.

Luckykit looked at Flarestorm curiously, momentarily stopping his attempt to stand. “Hi.” He squeaked, half hiding his head in Briarpatch’s fur.

Briarpatch purred, reaching up to nuzzle Flarestorm. “It’s amazing how much they’ve grown already!”

“Yes you do!” Flarestorm purred brightly as he leaned down to gently ruffle his daughter’s fur between her ears. “All of you have my looks. And your mother’s, of course. We are quite dashing cats, after all.” He snickered. He looked at Luckykit and purred. “Hello. My lucky tom. No need to be shy.” He promised.

Snailkit purred, pleased with the attention. She wobbled back over to the nest pawing at Chervilkit and Birdkit. "Wake up! Our father has come to see us!"

"Okay." Luckykit squeaked out, turning to look at his father fully. With the steady paw from Briarpatch on his side, he tried to stand again. His eyes widened in glee as he managed to stay upright this time.

Briarpatch purred, watching Luckykit proudly. "There you go little warrior. It will take some practice but you'll be alright."

Chervilkit, as usual, was sleeping like a rock. He gave a mumble of complaint as Snailkit tried to wake him up, before he finally creaked open his green eyes and blinked at his sister. Fat from his last feeding, he rolled a bit to the side and puffed. "He can come see me over here."

"Chervilkit's being a lump." Birdkit squeaked lightly, the tiny kit barely able to walk, but doing her best to try and reach her father. Flarestorm's eyes were trained on Luckykit, the tom welling with pride. "That's it! Look at you go, you'll get it in no time. It's hard at first, but the more you stand up, the easier it gets." He praised, before he quickly leaned down to touch his nose to Birdkit's head.

"I'll see your lump of a brother in a moment, I promise." He teased, recieving nothing more than a lazy snort from his largest kit.

Snailkit frowned as Flarestorm and Briarpatch's attention both swiveled to Luckykit. "Didn't you see Birdkit and I stand too? We did it much sooner than Luckykit."

Luckykit took an uncoordinated step forward but did not fall with Briarpatch's paw still helping him stand. He giggled as he took another step, completely ignoring Snailkit's comment.

Shadowmask nodded in agreement, “Alright, sounds like a plan. Let’s get going then.” She mewed, padding towards the camp entrance.

"Tell me about it," Warblerpaw snickered to Buzzardfall before padding quickly after the patrol towards the Twolegplace. He paused to rub himself against some ferns as they went.

Birdkit turned her head for a second, tipping it so that her good eye was leaned towards her. Unknowing to the kit, she couldn’t see out her right eye, only her left. She scampered to her mother. “I’m right here! Do you like my eyes? What color?” She asked.

Flarestorm snickered. “Hah! You were just born a few days ago and already you’re asking to be apprentices? You’ve got spunk! Nah, you have to be much older for that, but we can have plenty of fun in the meanwhile.”