canarypaw accompanied by Squirrelstar | skyclan territory, the ancestral tree
Canarypaw didn't bother to say a word about his act of defiance towards Squirrelstar. He knew she wouldn't bite back, so there was no point in apologizing which he rarely, if ever, did that. Plus, his mentor was a bit more on edge than expected, but then again, it was Squirrelstar. Having a clan on one's shoulders was a feat, and it wasn't one Canarypaw would want to endure. Being the best warrior around seemed like enough to him.
As he padded besides the shaggy furred she-cat, the apprentice was chirruping away. He didn't care if the leader found his incessant meowing irritating because to him, it was lightening the strange mood she was giving off. She was acting bizarre, but he didn't feel the need to announce that opinion just yet.
When she slowed down, so did the spotted tabby. He carefully ambled after her while his green gaze traveled up to the Ancestral Tree, one he hadn't seen in moons. Has it really been that long? he wondered, then giving a shrug of his shoulders. Probably.
The senior apprentice sat down before her, tucking his tail beneath his paws. When Canarypaw heard her question, his gaze followed Squirrelstar's to the tree before settling on the leader's shaggy pelt. "'Course I do," he told her haughtily. "All apprentices have to climb up to the top and leave their claw marks on it."
He came to a pause when he realized Squirrelstar had piqued his interest. "What are you going to show me?" he asked her, glancing up at the tree again. He could barely see the tree tops and it seemed like climbing the Ancestral Tree would be an easy task for Canarypaw. If Squirrelstar wanted him to climb up and come back down, he could do it in no time.
Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 21, 2020 23:44:02 GMT -5
open // in camp
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The tom stretched leisurely in the sunlight, letting it soak into his fur. A rumbling purr escaped his chest, his paws flexing into the ground below him. Though more cats didn't appreciate the heat and Whitefox certainly understood why, the tom was more thant content to soak up the warmth while he could. Rolling over to expose his stomach to the light, the tom let himself fully relax.
As a young warrior the full gravity of the situation had not yet settled on his shoulders. That, as some elders might say, was exactly what was wrong with today's youth. Whitefox wasn't going to linger on gloomy problems he couldn't fix. If he could make it rain with the flip of his paw, he would have done so by now. Unfortunately, the tom was no weather controlling god. He was just a simple clan-cat, trying to live his best life.
open // in camp
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Nightpaw was quick to wake up, eager to be out of her warm den. The black and white molly padded lightly to the side of the apprentice's den, not wanting to be in anyone's way. The apprentice sat carefully, dragging her tongue carefully over her chest fur, trying to remove some loose moss that was clinging to the white tufts. Meanwhile, her orange gaze eagerly sought out Speckledcreek, wondering if her mentor was already up this morning.
She was an older apprentice who'd diligently to get where she was. Becoming a warrior was of course, her dream in life. Nightpaw purred lightly as she imagined her warrior ceremony, standing proud before Squirrelstar to get her warrior name. She couldn't wait. Well, maybe she could. There was a ton she still had left to learn after all, at least it always felt that way.
She listened to him for a few heartbeats before getting back up and approaching the tree. She stretched herself up against it, her claws lightly scraping the bark, careful to not mark it. "So you know at the very top there is claw marks dating back to our first leader, Skystar." She turned her head back to him. She would still train him today of course but he needed a different lesson for now. She slid down the trunk, settling in it's root for now.
"I'm sure you can't name any of the claw marks placed here, could you?" She could feel herself back at the top of the tree, her eyes scanning each mark with wonder and amazement. Back then she was a wide eyed apprentice, full of hope and determination to make her mark on the history on the clan's. Seeing all the nameless claw marks rooted this feeling into her heart, she wouldn't let herself be another claw mark lost to time. Cats would tell stories about her for seasons to come. A sigh escaped her at this thought, she had what she wanted now, leader of Skyclan. Why was she so ungrateful for it? Did she really wish to be another warrior blending in with the rest? No, she didn't but things were hard. She never thought in her life she would reach this point, especially in the midst of a clan that was fractured into splinters after what happened with their former leader. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. She had a purpose out here, to spark something in the heart of Canarypaw. Even if it didn't work now she wouldn't give up, he would be more than just the leader's apprentice. Her eyes opened slowly, gazing onto the apprentice once more.
She wouldn't give up, if it meant sacrifice she would do that. She already sacrificed her friendships for the sake of this position, she could sacrifice more.
Stagrunner with Echoflower and Rainsplash SkyClan Camp
"Thank you, Echoflower." Stagrunner nodded to the black and white molly as she massaged the poultice onto his shoulder, and he let out a sigh of relief as the pain began to fade. Even as a senior warrior, he found getting chewed up herbs smeared on him gross, but he wouldn't dare complain about the medicine cats' ways if they worked. He smiled to Rainsplash as the white tom approached, though Stagrunner couldn't help but be a little concerned about two cats coming to Echoflower so early. "Will you need any more herbs? I wouldn't mind going to get some," he asked, looking at Echoflower's den and wondering how her stores were looking, or if it was even his place to know.
Eaglewing looked up as someone spoke to her. She'd just been looking at her robin, lost in a thought about what it would be like if cats grew wings. Breezesong had asked her something - Eaglewing's pelt grew hot as it took her a moment to remember. When it finally clicked her for, she gave the other molly a grin. "I'd love to!" She grabbed her robin and bounded over to Breezesong, sitting beside her and tearing into the bird. She remembered being a kit and batting a mouse around the clearing until her mother gave her quite the earful about how disrespectful it was to play with her food. Eaglewing twitched her ear, trying to ground herself in the present with Breezesong. "So, how would you feel about being able to fly?" She asked, wanting another cat's opinion on her little daydream scenario.
Well, that wasn’t quite accurate, throughout her life Duskfrost had been told many things, however one thing in particular always stood out to her, probably because it was almost always the exact same words from very different cats.
“You have too much energy for your own good.”
Granted, it varied a little from cat to cat, but the general premise of the phrase stayed the same, and it wasn’t like the saying was wrong. Duskfrost’s endless chasm of energy had put her in trouble’s way more than once. But today was different because today she had out that energy to good use and was up just before dawn. Of course since not many other members of the clan were awake at that time, she didn’t have a whole lot to do, but on the bright side, she had collected an awful amount of clean moss for the elders so Duskfrost counted that as a win.
Just leaving the elder’s den, Duskfrost paused when she noticed her apprentice: Bravepaw, leaning into the warrior’s den and calling out for someone. Curious, Duskfrost padded over to join him, casually bringing herself beside her apprentice as she leaned her head forward to peer inside the den. “Who are we calling for?” She questioned idly with a quick glance towards Bravepaw.
His heart fluttered in his chest at the sudden noise, causing his fur to spike up. He could have sworn she was sleeping in there but here was his mentor, casually next to him ready to help him find whatever she thought he was looking for. He quickly smoothed his fur down, giving a small innocent laugh. "I was looking you! Did you come from the forest? Did you leave without me?" He gave a small frown, did she wake up early in the day to leave him behind? Surely not, not even Squirrelstar would wake up that early...well he thought she wouldn't. He's never been up then so who was he to know if that was true. He quickly jumped up and made his way to the entrance of camp slowly, side stepping his way there and nodding his head that way.
"Come on, Duskfrost, can we go out? I wanna get out and do my training before it's too hot for anything." It was already very hot, he could feel himself become more dehydrated by the minute. It only reminded him that any moment Squirrelstar could forbid the very thing that made them Skyclan cats. With the branches breaking underneath warriors it seemed like the most obvious next step but she hadn't said not to just yet despite Stagrunner having one snap underneath him.
Ohhhh, that made sense. He had been looking for her, and here Duskfrost just thought he was planning a really cool prank on the other warriors...which that wasn’t a half bad idea, maybe she’d suggest it to him while they were out training. They could become a cool mentor and apprentice pranking duo.
Duskfrost and Bravepaw: clan renown pranksters.
Had a nice ring to it.
She’d definitely have to bring it up now.
Looking over at the apprentice, Duskfrost gave a small nod of understanding. “Yeah sorry, I wasn’t in there, I work up early today and got some moss for the elders,” she explained, gesturing her head back towards the elders den.
Moss was becoming harder and harder to come by nowadays, getting some fresh moss for the elders was all Duskfrost could do to help right now, and she wanted to help.
Putting her focus back on Bravepaw, Duskfrost followed him towards the camp exit. “Yeah, we can get some training in, I already have some ideas on what we can do and I think you’re gonna like it,” she explained with a loud purr as she headed out of camp.
Post by lazy penguin on Jul 22, 2020 11:48:52 GMT -5
skyclan camp | morning | starter
No matter how much Berryjump loved her son, she was glad she was finally out of the nursery. Six moons ago she'd been tired and exhausted enough that staying off her feet for days was nice and relaxing- but the novelty of having cats wait on your every need wore thin fast.
Now that she was back to her warrior's duties, she felt more like her old self. And she couldn't be more proud of Sharppaw. Her son might have only just been made an apprentice, but in her eyes he was the bravest little warrior in SkyClan. She wouldn't dote or fuss over him like she'd seen other new mother's do, but she'd make sure to watch his training from afar- make sure Paleslip wasn't slacking off on his mentor duties.
Fighting every urge to go check up on her son, she sat up in her new surprisingly empty bed in the warriors den, spending a few minutes to groom herself before heading out into the center of camp. It was her first official day back as a warrior, and she was all the more curious to see where Poppystorm would assign her.
P O P P Y S T O R M in camp, accompanied by Whitefox
This camp was her battlefield. She knew it as well as any other. She had fought in it—clawed her way through the ranks until she found her rightful place as its deputy. She relished the pride it granted her. She never looked at her responsibilities with disdain—she was never too weary to undertake them. Each command she gave was a reminder of her success, and a glimpse at her certain future.
Sometimes, she rolled the name over on her tongue. Nothing sounded better in her ears. Branchstar, Squirrelstar—they meant as much to her as the stepping stones leading to RiverClan's camp. They were footholds leading to a bigger destiny—one that she sunk her claws into with every patrol led, every gathering attended, every life lost by her predecessor. She may have been ruthless, but warriors did not become leaders without ambition, and ambition had its toll. If the rest of SkyClan had acknowledged that, perhaps Branchstar wouldn't have been such a detriment—but Branchstar herself was a fool. A leader has no room to show their temper unjustly. Her immaturity had been as much of a blight as any other. She didn't mourn her.
Her voice was a clear, cold wind that cut through the camp. She approached the tom in a similar manner, with her cool eyes focused steadily on his, and her chin lifted elegantly. When she reached his side, she bowed her head to stare down at him. "Are you content to dream of squirrels, rather than catch them?" she asked. Her eyes narrowed keenly.
Whitefox was young. He was hardly a warrior at this age—he hadn't been given the opportunity to prove himself yet, but even if he was, Poppystorm doubted that he might have taken it. He lacked the passion to. It seemed like the excitement he felt as an apprentice had vanished once he earned his warrior name. It didn't settle well with her. She would have to force his paw.
"It seems like a bit of hunting would do you good," she purred. "It might wake you up. So, how about we find someone else to accompany us?" Turning, her tail flicked against his side. The friendly gesture didn't hide the growl in her voice as she gazed at him from the corner of her eye. "Get up."
Then, she saw Berryjump. Her features relaxed as she observed queen. She may have been fresh out of the nursery, but at least her eyes were open. She was grateful to see that, so she wasted no time as she looked towards Whitefox, and nodded towards Berryjump.
The black and white molly looked over at Stagrunner hearing his concern about herbs. She faced back to Rainsplash feeling bad to be checking her stock while she had a patient but it didn't hurt to check. "Give me a moment Rainsplash and I'll be back to you," she said in a warm tone. She checked her herbs to see she was running low on dock, ragweed, and comfrey root. She frowned she was worried about the weather drying the herbs out. She looked over at Stagrunner and gave a small smile.
"If you want we can go together after I help Rainsplash," she said turning her attention to the tom that was waiting patiently for treatment. Of course, she felt bad for just up and leaving before he could explain what was ailing him. She sat back in front of him waiting to hear his symptoms and how she could possibly treat him.
The tom's ears perked up at her comment, what did she mean she had ideas? Would they be testing out more battle skills in the territory? Was there a battle skill he had yet to learn? There were already so many swimming around in his head he didn't think he could ever learn another. Or maybe she wanted him to learn more about the rich heritage surrounding their clan, he had learned a lot as a kit but there was still much he didn't know. His questions were filling in his mind so much he almost didn't realize that he and his mentor were walking aimlessly through the territory, nowhere to go.
"Uh...shouldn't you be leading, Duskfrost?" He mused, letting a soft purr out at his mentor. She might not always be all the way there but he had grown to like her a lot as his mentor. He wasn't sure he could handle any other warrior being his, they all seemed... so rough on the edges. Then again, he didn't speak to many cats besides her and his family.
Having just been padding by the clans deputy and young Whitefox, Darkstride over heard the mention of going hunting and he paused to stand a tail length away. "Did I just hear you mention hunting?" The dark tabby tom meowed looking to Poppystorm.
Currently with nothing to do, having just recently awakened and now prepped for the day the warrior was ready to contribute. It had been a while since he had patrolled with the clans deputy and the tom felt optimistic about this possible hunting patrol. "If you dont have anything else for me to do, I would love to join."
Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 22, 2020 22:28:34 GMT -5
with Poppystorm & Berryjump // in camp
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Sunbathing really was Whitefox's favorite activity, not even climbing trees was superior in his opinion. Yes, what a scandalous thought for a SkyClan warrior to have, but an honest one none the less. Blissfully lost in his own enjoyment, he certainly didn't hear or scent the approach of the clan's deputy. No, not until a shadow had fallen across his face and his name had been called was he made aware of Poppystorm's presence.
He peeks his yellow eye open first, though his blue eye quickly follows. A lazy, boyish smile spreads across his muzzle as he rolls back over onto his stomach, dust clinging to the back of his head. "Who said anything about dreaming? Who needs dreams, when there are beauties such as yourself in the world?" the tom easily retorted, not even hesitating to flirt with the cold deputy. There was really nothing that kept him from making his moves, even though most of it was harmless teasing.
Hunting huh? The tom supposed he could deal with that, though he would much rather lay here a bit longer. Still, unwilling to argue with the deputy, he reluctantly nodded his head. Whitefox wasn't easily fooled by the she-cat's false friendliness, especially when followed by his growled command for him to get up. Easily climbing to his paws, he took a leisurely stretch before shaking himself off, not caring if a bit of dust transfered over to Poppystorm.
"Whatever you say, beautiful, you're the boss," the tom smirked, his eyes glinting with playful light. He turned slowly and moseyed over to Berryleap, who was fresh from the nursery if he remembered correctly. Sharppaw had just been made an apprentice. Thank StarClan Squirrelstar hadn't chosen him as the tom's mentor. That would have been a ton of work.
"Hey Berryleap, luv? You're looking great this morning! We've been summoned by Poppystorm for a hunting patrol," he informed the older she-cat with another charming smile, his tail swaying behind him.
Breezesong watched as Eaglewing grabbed her robin and bounded over to her. She couldn’t help but give a little purr as the white molly grinned at her, before approaching. The slightly older warrior seemed lost in thought for a moment, and Breezesong was sure that she would need to cuff her out of her thoughts. Before she could say anything, Eaglewing asked Breezesong how she felt about being able to fly.
The grey molly couldn’t help but burst into laughter at Eaglewing’s question. Her silver tabby stripes rolling as her flank did. She turned her piercing blue eyes to meet the other Molly’s green eyes. Pure amusement shone it Breezesong’s gaze.
“I swear, Eaglewing..Sometimes I wonder how you come up with things.” She gave the white she-cat a soft nudge with her nose, to show her that she meant well. “Honestly, I feel like it’d be fun to fly. Can you imagine the feeling of the wind. And being able to see so much and so far.?”
Unable to scope out his mentor, Paleslip, Sharppaw gave himself one final lick, before standing and trotting up to the fresh kill pile. Digging through it careful, slightly disappointed at how much it had dwindled, he searched for something good to bring to the elders. finally, he snatched up three plump mice, by the ends of their tails. Giving himself a quick nod of approval, he led his paws travel to the ferns where the Elders made their den.
Pushing his way inside, his gaze traveled to the empty nest of Rainsplash. “must be in the medicine cats den again.” He thought, as he set one of the mice down next to the elders nest, which still was quite warm. Then, he turned to the bundle of ginger and white fur, that was Brightbee. The apprentice was pretty sure from the soft rise and fall of the oldest she-cats flank, that she was asleep. Being quiet and careful, he set one of the mice next to her, so she had it when she woke up.
Finally, the small black Tom, turned to where Finchbreeze was. He slipped up to the long-furred she-cat, gently setting the last mouse at the tip of her nest. He pushed his noise softly, into the dilute tortoiseshell’s fur, as if a silent greeting, just in case the didn’t stir to him.
Sharppaw was quite fond of Skyclan’s three elders. He had been since he was a kit, often sneaking off to play with them or listen to their stories and gossip. He admired the oldest warriors of the clan, knowing that they had done so much more, than anyone else alive.
Rainsplash started to open his jaws to respond to his medicine cat, when Stagrunner asked if she needed any herbs. He held back an exaggerated sigh, knowing that Echoflower having herbs to heal the clan, was just as important as him being tended to. He gave a gentle dip to the she-cat, so she knew he wasn’t upset, before waiting for her to return.
Once the black and white molly had turned her pale green eyes back on him, knowing she was attentive, he started to explain. “I know you’re busy, Echoflower. And I know I have been bothering you quite frequently, lately..” The white and grey Tom paused, his one good eye, staring at his paws. He hated the fact that he’d aged. And his pain, reminded him more and more of that, every single day. “It’s my shoulders again..I can’t get comfortable. I wake up all hours of the night and day. They just..Throb. And..And..Ache.” The elder complained, unable to explain exactly how much his joints bothered him.
canarypaw accompanied by Squirrelstar | ancestral tree
Does she really think I can't name any of the claw marks on the Ancestral Tree? Canarypaw thought, letting out a scoff. He stayed in place while he watched his mentor stretch against the tree, only scraping the bark lightly. He felt the urge to roll his eyes at Squirrelstar, but held back for as long as he could. What is this, a history lesson? I came out here willingly for a talk and to be trained, not to waste time.
The dark cream tabby rose to his paws, and made his way over to the trunk of the Ancestral Tree. He rubbed his body against it, going through his mind for the answer to Squirrelstar's question. In the meantime, he decided giving her a piece of his mind would be acceptable. "Are you really asking me such a mouse-brained question?" he asked rhetorically, rolling his green eyes at her. "Of course I can name them. I'm not stupid, thank you very much."
Canarypaw came to a halt, sitting on his hind paws and began grooming his flank quickly. He hoped a piece of bark hadn't weaved its way through his short coat or else he would be spending his evening trying to rip it out. Instead of fighting with his pelt, he turned and faced his mentor. "Skystar for one, obviously. His deputy, Sparrow Fur. My... father, Burningsight," he began, listing off the cats that came to mind. His tone became rushed when he mentioned Burningsight as he preferred to not utter the tom's name. "Houndstar, Branchstar, all of our current warriors, Poppystorm, and you."
Dear StarClan, this is so useless and boring! he thought, stepping over to the tree again and lightly pressing his paws into its bark. He wanted to rake his claws down its trunk and descend into its branches but that wasn't an option. "What's the point of all of this?" the apprentice inquired, his gaze settling on the shaggy-furred leader momentarily. He snapped, "I didn't follow you out of camp to learn more about my home, you know. I followed you because you said we were going to train and that you had something to tell me. So spit it out."
The elder had been sleeping peacefully in her nest, only to be disturbed by the pressing of a nose into her fur. She slowly rose her head up, letting a soft purr out at the sight of Sharppaw. It wasn't too often a cat came in here and now she had two in one day? What a nice little surprise. She had grown to like the younger tom a lot, unlike some apprentices he seemed to truly care about the elders. Not only that but she had seen him grow from a small kit to a warrior, having entered the Elder's den soon after he was brought into the world. How ironic, one life brought in and one technically brought out.
"It's so nice to see you Sharppaw, an ever so familiar face." She purred, forcing herself to sit up. She sniffed at the mouse he brought in. She was rather hungry, having not ate since the night before. "You know, back when I was a warrior I still brought prey to the elder's, it's a nice gesture to the older generation of this clan." She took a small bite of the prey he had brought for her, noting the other nests had something similar laying in them. How sweet.
A snort escaped her mouth, shaking her head. "You're rushing, so typical of the youth of this clan. Always in a hurry for things that don't interest them to end." She leaned back against the tree, repeating the names he spoke in her head. Most of them were living or had been during his time, even then the ones he did state were leaders who carved their destiny into the clan forever. How could she word this right to make sure he understood what she was trying to say?
"You mainly named leaders and cats who are living right now but do you think, seasons from now, those names will be remembered?" Sure, Houndstar, Branchstar, Skystar, Sparrow fur, and maybe even Poppystorm would be. As for Burningsight, his name most likely would be lost to time along with hers.
"The only way you can remember the names of those no longer living alongside us is because they did something to earn that right. There's many more marks on this tree, so many it's next to impossible to remember them all." She turned her head back to the top of the tree, how many where actually on this? It would take moons to count them all, let alone remember the names behind each one. It wasn't like they knew how to write their own names next to it. She slowly brought her eyes back to his, sighing. "Bragging about the success of those you know doesn't get your name remembered. Do you think we remember Sparrow fur for the accomplishments made by Skystar or for her being the first deputy of our clan?" She mused. "And before you go on again about training, I am training you right now Canarypaw. There is more to being a warrior than just being good at battle or hunting. I can't stress this enough for you, you need to learn that you are more than an extension of me."
She didn't let him answer her former questions, her own frustration building up. She remembered thinking how cool it was to have a great mentor, how it reflected on herself. It didn't, it was just a way things worked, cats got apprentices. It was beyond her why she was chosen to be his mentor but it wasn't because of him showing an extraordinary knack for battle or hunting as a kit.She shook her head, she wished she did know why Branchstar chose him for her, it might help her point get across to this thick headed tom. "Every cat has a chance to make their mark on the world through this tree but in my own opinion, it doesn't matter. What matters most is what you do after you scratch your claws across that bark. You can either live your whole life, Canarypaw, living in my shadow or you can do something to make yourself known throughout time. To add onto that, if you truly did something worthy for your name to be told in stories to come, you don't have to brag. I may not like Branchstar-" Had she ever admitted her deep seeded hatred for the she-cat? If not that, that didn't matter in this moment she was too lost in her words. "But she made something of herself, she earned her spot in history." She took another deep breath, that had been a lot...he could either take her words to heart or push them away as some 'elder' rambling away at him. Either way, she had said her piece and made sure that in her heart she wouldn't give up on this apprentice, she didn't give up on Bugstep and he's shaped into a fine warrior.
Eaglewing laughed at Breezesong's comment. She, too, often wondered where her imagination came from, and why it tended to drag her away from real life. She purred lightly, eyes lighting up when Breezesong genuinely answered. "Yeah!" She agreed, her voice helplessly enthusiastic. "It's not fair that birds get to be the only ones that can fly. Our name is SkyClan, it would only make sense that we had wings!" Eaglewing spoke of the issue as if it was serious, like not having wings was some great slight against her honor. "Do you think flying over another clan's territory would count as trespassing? You never touch the ground, so it shouldn't count, but sometimes the other clans get so defensive, y'know?"
The former queen awake with a soft gasp. She blinked her amber eyes in the dim of the bramble den, slowly flickering her eyes about as she got her bearings back. Her heart felt like it was racing. "It was just a dream," she muttered under her breath. Sunchirp sucked in a gentle breath. Now that she wasn't awake, she couldn't recall the details about the dream but she still felt on edge. Her fur felt like it was prickling along her spine.
The ginger and brown molly pushed herself to her paws, instinctively looking for Berryjump. She had been used to waking up to the other molly's presence for the past seven moons. It felt strange to not spend every waking hour with the other queen or Pearpaw and Cricketpaw not at her heels.
Sunchirp pushed herself in her nest. She quickly glanced down at her pelt and started to neatly and swiftly groom her fur. It was her first day back as an official warrior. It would be good to look the part and not that she was longing for the warmth of her kits lying in the nest with her. The warriors den just felt oddly cold, she didn't remember it feeling like this before she left for the nursery.
Once she was felt like that her fur didn't look like a complete mess, Sunchirp rose to her paws with grace. She squared her shoulders before moving forward through her sleeping clanmates and into the free air of camp. Her amber eyes drifting along, before noticing Poppystorm in the distance with a cat or two around her. Sunchirp narrowed her eyes, wondering if she should approach the deputy or just assume that she had duties.
Cloudgust -- open, mentions Breezesong and Eaglewing // Skyclan Camp
Cloudgust awoke when his daughter stirred, lifting his head just in time to see Eaglewing leaving the den. The older warrior blinks slowly beforelaying his head back on his paws and willing himself back to sleep. When sleep didn't come, Cloudgust let out a frustrated sigh and stretched out, rising to his paws instead. He carefully tiptoed around the sleeping forms of others, being acutely aware of his bad paw and making sure not to step on anyone as he exits warriors den.
The senior warrior watches as Eaglewing approaches Breezesong with a robin in her mouth, soon sitting beside the younger molly. He smiles as he watches his daughter interact with others. Finally turning around , Cloudgust finds himself a quiet corner in the camp to groom his fur, hoping it'd help cool him off. He curls up in a somewhat shady spot, bending his head and running his tongue over his chest while keeping his ears alert for any interesting conversations. Lilacdawn -- open // Robing Wing's Crest
Lilacdawn had been awake for quite some time at this point, the sun having just come up when she'd left Burningsight's side in the warriors den. It didn't take the golden she-cat long before she decided to leave camp and go out for an early morning hunt. She'd taken her time padding through the territory, gazing up at the trees and foliage of the forest. Lilacdawn felt like she was an apprentice again exploring the territory for the first time.
Upon arriving at robin wing's crest, the molly stopped in place and pitched her ears all around trying to listen to any prey or bird scurrying about. She opens her mouth slightly, taking in all the scents and catching one of a thrush that seemed rather fresh. Lilacdawn turns her head and quickly follows the scent, soon coming up on the bird and watching it peck aimlessly at the ground. Smiling to herself, the golden she-cat sets back and snuck forward before sinking into a hunters crouch.
Shifting her weight between her paws, Lilacdawn studied the thrush, her heart beating heavily in anticipation. As it went to peck at the ground again, the warrior finally leapt forward, paws outstretched and claws out. She landed square on the thrush, the bird letting out a cry but Lilacdawn leaned down and quickly silenced it with a swift bite to its neck. Carrying her prey, Lilacdawn found a good spot to bury the thrush before running off to find anymore prey. Though she's not sure how lucky she'll be with this heat getting worse throughout the day.
Quite frankly, Duskfrost was content to just walk alongside her apprentice, getting lost in her thoughts. Thoughts like, what would happen if they called morning “dusk” and evening “dawn”, why were they “dusk” and “dawn” in the first place, and why was it dusk first and then dawn, despite dawn coming before dusk did? Words were strange and Duskfrost had a lot of questions about them that she should ask Squirrelstar at some point.
Squirrelstar was the leader, so she probably knew things like all of Duskfrost’s questions about dusk and dawn, and if Squirrelstar didn’t know, then maybe Duskfrost could ask the elders about it instead, they were pretty old and old cats knew everything.
Duskfrost was pulled out of her thoughts as Bravepaw spoke up.
She blinked, realizing what he said. “Oh right! I should be leading, shouldn’t I?” She asked and hurried her pace a little to take the lead. “Alright Bravepaw, today I was thinking we could work on our climbing by pretending to be squirrels, I think it would be pretty cool to learn how to climb like a squirrel can, don’t you? That way we’d have our own special climbing technique that no one else knew how to do, and we’d get in the mindset of our prey, which would probably help us catch them!” Duskfrost explained with a loud purr.
Honestly, she was a genius, no wonder she was given an apprentice.
He paused for a few heartbeats, climbing was something Bravepaw could do. At least he had that in common with his fellow clanmates, anything else and he would most certainly fail, it took a few moons for him to even grasp the basics of fighting and hunting. He never really pretended to be a squirrel while climbing though, those things had much less weight than him. As he followed his mentor, he wondered what tree he should even attempt to climb.
"Should I just pick a random tree and start climbing?" He asked, giving her a side glance. It shouldn't really matter what tree was chosen but he wanted to make sure before he went throwing himself at the first tree he saw.
The black and white molly frowned thinking that comfrey root rub down would be good for him. She flicked her tail against her paws before finally speaking. "I can do a comfrey root rub down fo you as well?" she asked. Since he's been dealing with it for a while she had an idea of getting him new bedding and putting some comfrey root in the bedding itself so he could rest a bit easier. She gave a slight purr at the thought of helping him sleep she then looked at him.
"Since this is a problem that keeps returning I can put some comfrey root into your bedding so you can get some decent sleep," she said. "Now about you troubling there's no such thing I'd rather you bother me then sit in silence and keep being in pain," her tone sounded like a mother scolding a kit. Half of the time that's how she felt trying to patch up her 'kits' anytime they were injured or sick. She didn't mind her job it made her feel happy she could help so many cats although the losses never get easier friends, family, and loved ones eventually get the call to Starclan and must leave the earth.
canarypaw accompanied by Squirrelstar | ancestral tree
Dear StarClan, what is she, an elder? If I wanted a lecture, I would have gone to Rainsplash, Canarypaw thought, rolling his sharp green eyes at the idea of spending time with the elders. He couldn't decide what was worse; Squirrelstar with her little tangent or the elders telling stories to him as if he were a kit. "Says the elder," he grumbled underneath his breath, hoping she wouldn't hear him.
It began to irritate the spotted tabby as his mentor drawled on and on without being given the chance to answer her questions. He was also confused as to why she thought her name wouldn't be remembered. Squirrelstar was a SkyClan leader, just like Branchstar had been. Why would her name be lost to the clan and the stars? It made little to no sense for Canarypaw.
"You know, Squirrelstar, can you stop for a moment and let me speak?" he meowed, raising his voice. "Do you not realize that your name will be remembered too? Even if Sparrow Fur wasn't remembered for her accomplishments, at least we acknowledge that she was our deputy, and no one else's. I'm sure she did great things for SkyClan, there's no reason for me to not agree with that."
The apprentice held back a hiss of annoyance when she continued meowing on again. He couldn't get a word in edgewise and the more his mentor went on, the more he wanted to outright ignore her. To Canarypaw, it appeared that the shaggy-furred molly had no self confidence or maybe she refused to believe she was worthy of her position. Whatever it was, it was ridiculous and foolish.
"Living in your shadow?! Just because I brag about you doesn't mean I'm living in your shadow, Squirrelstar," he hissed, offended by her assumption before falling completely silent. It was true, but Canarypaw would never admit it; being a leader's apprentice was a gift to him and at least he had that going for him. It wasn't like his father was all that supportive of him or Bravepaw. He had to get attention from somewhere and, for that, he chose his mentor. It was a poor choice, really.
She had a point, though, about Branchstar. Though he didn't remember much of the former leader, he had heard stories about her. Maybe she had earned her spot in history, but the senior apprentice was sure that Squirrelstar would do the same. Why couldn't she see that like he did? She was just as strong as Branchstar was. "Sure she did," he replied, glancing up at the tree and refusing to look down. "But so will you, even if you don't believe it."
The elder comment, something she had half expected. Did apprentices come up with new things ever? She had heard the exact some words shot at warriors when she was growing up. Either way, she brought herself to her paws, walking away from the tree and deeper into the forest. "You want to put your words into action, Canarypaw? Prove to me that you're more than my shadow?" She called behind her, continuing her pace. She neglected to mention his other comments, sure there was a chance she would be told later on but in this very moment she had done little to nothing noteworthy. Getting your nine lives didn't automatically make you special, all it did was make it where you could die nine extra times. She would do something important though, one day, for now she had other matters to attend to and the one front and center was her ever so annoying apprentice.
She continued her brisk pace, hopping over falling tree branches and roots sticking out the forest floor. He wanted to act tough? She would show him what tough was. He would realize that he needs to try harder, he wants to talk big? Then he will need to prove to her that he's right. She had no real area in mind, there wasn't an exact battle training area but she didn't want to interfere with the main hunting spots. She settled on a small clearing in the trees, climbing her way up a tree and testing the branch to make sure it could hold her weight before stepping out on it, looking down at her apprentice.
"Attack, Canarypaw. Show how great of a warrior you can be." She called down, puffing her chest out. This wasn't exactly where she imagined their training to go, she originally had them hunting in mind but this would have to do. Her claws dug into the branch underneath her, steadying herself for when he launched himself up.
canarypaw accompanied by Squirrelstar | SkyClan territory
Despite not receiving a single retort, Canarypaw was not fazed. It was what he had exactly expected from his mentor, who didn't seem to sink as low as he would. As she began padding away, he rose slowly to his paws and began bounding after her, careful to not use all of his energy. Finally! Some real mentor and apprentice training, he thought while his whiskers twitched eagerly. He was more than ready for some battle training.
The senior apprentice followed suit, hopping over tree roots and fallen branches carefully in case he were to trip on them. He didn't want to risk an injury, let alone one that would keep him from becoming a warrior on time. Once he finished his battle training with Squirrelstar, he would be one step closer to achieving every apprentice's dream.
As soon as the leader climbed up the tree, Canarypaw skidded to a halt. His green gaze trailed after her as she climbed up the tree, beckoning for him to attack. "Oh, believe me, I will!" he called back, puffing out his chest and holding his head high. He was confident-- no, overconfident in his fighting skills.
It wasn't long until the cream spotted tabby launched himself up at the branch that Squirrelstar was sitting on. He pulled himself up carefully and swiftly steadied himself on the branch, making sure he wouldn't fall off the opposite end. Canarypaw leapt at her, trusting that he wouldn't fall off the branch or worse; the forest floor.
hazeltuft accompanied by Lilacdawn | robin wing's crest
Hazeltuft had awoken around the same time that Lilacdawn had, so she tagged along with the fellow warrior for a morning hunt. The two wandered through the forest, then made their way towards Robin Wing's Crest, where prey seemed to run well more so than other parts of SkyClan's territory. As soon as the two split up to find their own prey, the tabby padded further away from Lilacdawn to give her some space.
The scent of a blackbird was strong, though it was hard to pinpoint at first. She spotted it in an oak tree, one that wasn't too tall. She slowly scaled the tree, climbing up from its trunk to one of its lowest branches where the blackbird sat. Easy there, she thought while she slithered on to the thick, winding branch. The bird chirped away, seemingly unaware to Hazeltuft's presence.
In several swift movements, the she-cat leapt at the bird, pinning it down with both of her front paws while keeping her lean frame steady on the branch. She bit its neck promptly before picking the prey up and into her jaws. The white and brown tabby then scaled her way down the tree, holding tightly onto the blackbird. As soon as she reached the bottom, Hazeltuft hurried off and buried it in a safe place before her green gaze combed the area for Lilacdawn.
I hope she caught something, the heat doesn't make any of this enjoyable, Hazeltuft thought, glancing around again. She was unsure if she wanted to interrupt the warrior's hunt in case she had found decent prey or was currently trying to wrestle with one. Instead, the warrior went with her gut.
"Lilacdawn? You catch anything yet?" she mewed softly, hoping to not disturb any animals in the forest.
How predictable, as a Skyclan cat herself she knew he would try to do this. She dug her front claws in further to the branch, stopping herself from falling to the ground below which wasn't that far down. She wanted to knock him down from her branch so she couldn't exactly climb to the top of the tree, that would cause too much damage. His impact did knock her a bit back but she easily balanced herself once more. "Come on, Canarypaw, you have me for a mentor I'd expect you to be a bit better at fighting than this." She teased, not meaning it in a rude way. She hated to admit it but this was fun for her. She placed her back paw on the trunk of the tree, feeling how steady it was against her before placing the other quickly beside it and pushing off, gripping him lightly around the neck with her front paws.
Down they both went, sending dirt into the air. The fall had taken some of the breath out of her but she kept herself steady as she tried to pin him down. She stared him down, waiting for his next move. She was concentrating on steadying her breathing, how long had it been since she had been in a real fight? My first life. Ah yes, when Stagstar ripped her first life from her.
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