He gave his mentor a questioning look, was this some kind of trial to test his patience? Make sure that he knew some things took time, not everything would be handed to him in life. He took a seat next to her, focusing on tree ahead of them. It only took a few heartbeats for him to be itching to be moving. Squirrels won't come if we are just sta- His thoughts were interrupted by a rustling overhead. As though Starclan commanded it, a squirrel was moving above them in the trees. His mouth slowly opened in shock, had she known one would come? Perhaps he should pay more attention to her musings.
He watch the squirrel jump from branch to branch in awe before jumping at the tree and climbing after it. It made it look so easy, as though this was just second nature. Hmm, one day I could be like that squirrel, I'm sure. He continued his efforts, pushing himself up higher and higher until he was sure he would be nearing the top. "Uh...Duskfrost...should I go up more?" He called down, checking to see if she would be okay with it. There had been rumors of tree branches breaking lately under the weight of warriors but he wasn't nearly as big as them.
Lilacdawn couldn't help but purr, approaching her friend now and pressing her nose affectionately to Hazeltuft's. "I think you might be right. Anyone else who hunts with me better watch out or they might find themselves becoming prey." She said with a playful growl. Her eyes light up momentarily after hearing that her friend had also been lucky enough to catch something. "That's great, Hazeltuft!" Lilacdawn says in response, her tail lashing excitedly.
The golden molly finally backed up a few steps, her paws crunching on the drying grass of the forest, and she considers the tabby's words. "It might be worth it to try catching more prey here, the forest seems to have settled a bit. We could come meet up back here if we manage to catch anything else, if not just wait for the other?" Lilacdawn searched for Hazeltuft's response, knowing that two pieces of prey might be enough to feed the whole clan, but if it would satisfy a couple of mouths that needed it then that was good enough for her.
The white tom grunted as he rose to his paws, having finished grooming his fur and had become impatient while waiting for Hailfur. The warrior was supposed to come to him when he'd found more cats for their patrol, but he was taking too long. Cloudgust spots the other approaching a group that consisted of Whitefox, Berryjump, and Poppystorm. He wasn't sure what the trio had been talking about before but it looked to be interrupted by Hailfur's approach. Before he could approach the group himself, Rowancloud caught his eye as she closed in. Cloudgust's fur prickled, it was beginning to feel like a crowd now.
He cleared his throat as he stepped up to the others, his gaze immediately landed on Hailfur. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd found others to join our patrol or if you'd gone off by yourself." His deep voice grumbled, a chuckle bordering along his tone. "Ladies, Whitefox." Cloudgust finally looked to the others, dipping his head politely in greeting, his eyes straying from Poppystorm last.
"Rowancloud, why don't you, Hailfur, and I take on drey glade to see if we can find any prey. We can take Hawkpaw with us so you can test her on her hunting skills from the trees." He suggested, looking between everyone to see if there was any objections.
HAILFUR with whitefox, berryjump, poppystorm, rowancloud, and cloudgust. hawkpaw is mentioned. _________________________________
The clan gathered around him thunder clouds; a super cell building until Cloudgust had the forethought to break it up. Hailfur had turned slowly as Rowancloud approached, dipping his head respectfully to the ginger she-cat.
Hailfur is a cat turned inwards. His persona is a carefully crafted sculpture; all fine lines drawn in ice, all serious and deep-thinking. His expressions are muted. Visible only through the haze of snowfall. Perhaps, if you squint, you can see through the cold. What remains underneath? A lost unrequited love, a dependence on his clan for self-esteem; a parasitic pride which threatens to consume him from inside? Keep looking. It doesn’t hurt that Hailfur isn’t bad to look at, but ice grows painful with intimacy. You have to break off contact after only a few moments. Hailfur is a bit like that. It’s hard to dig into him. He’s better with gloves, or with a relationship that remains surface-level.
“Cloudgust”, the tom replies to the senior warrior with another dip of his head. His eyes flicker around the group, tracing their expressions. “I have no objection to that.”
He flicks an ear in Rowancloud’s direction. “It will be nice to see Hawkpaw’s progress.”
Since Hailfur did not have his own apprentice – a fact he held with bitterness, since it had been a while since his first apprentice had been made a warrior – he had not followed the progress of the newest batch particularly closely.
Hawkpaw stretched herself out, holding in what would've been a long yawn. As the apprentice stepped away from her den and into the camp's clearing, she was almost instant to notice Rowancloud. Adjusting a bit more to the sunlight, she also took note of the other warrior's she was speaking too. It looked to possibly be a patrol. At least that's what one could assume, considering Poppystorm was standing with the rest of them.
She briefly considered going over to them, but ultimately thought it rude to just assume she'd be going. Though hopefully, Rowancloud had already mentioned going to get her. They hadn't had much of a chance to train lately, not that Hawkpaw was going to let that stop her from practicing something. She planned to be an excellent warrior and if she was stuck in camp, she could still practice other things like memorization or hunting moves. The molly took a seat near the apprentice den's entrance, only a few paw steps to the left, specifically.
skyclan camp | accompanied by Hailfur, Cloudgust & Hawkpaw
"Hello, Cloudgust," Rowancloud murmured. She nodded at his suggestion, though her sky blue eyes had wandered elsewhere. "That sounds like a perfectly splendid idea," she agreed after Hailfur had spoken, talking over the last few words of his sentence. She swiveled her head to scan the camp for her apprentice and spotted the small black-and-cream molly sitting eagerly by the apprentices' den. "Excuse me." She turned and, bumping past Hailfur on the way, padded over to greet Hawkpaw.
"Good morning, Hawkpaw." Rowancloud dipped her head to bump noses affectionately with her apprentice. "I'm heading out with Hailfur and Cloudgust to kill some small woodland animals. I'd like you to come along so I can assess your progress, as well." She motioned with her tail for Hawkpaw to follow and returned to the group, humming quietly to herself as she went. She came to a stop beside Cloudgust this time, leaving barely enough room for Hawkpaw to squeeze in next to her, if the apprentice so chose.
"I have acquired my apprentice and am ready to set forth," she announced, lifting her chin in Hawkpaw's direction. She surveyed the other two warriors with a dreamy expression on her face. "Shall we proceed?"
Breezesong shook her head, as laughter shook her body. Her blue eyes, full of amusement. She couldn’t help but enjoy Eaglewings company. Always amused by the conversations that the she-cat could come up with. The light grey and silver tabby she-cat twitched her ears slightly, taking a couple bites of her fresh-kill, chewing slowly as she thought of how to answer her friend. Would it be considered trespassing.? Nah. How could it.
She flicked the white furred molly with her tail, Suddenly getting serious about the conversation, gaze intense. “It can’t possibly be trespassing. Especially if we make sure we aren’t seen. They’ll never know we were there, if we could fly.” She tried to keep her seriousness, but ended bursting into laughter, unable to contain it. ____________________________________________________________
The small black apprentice let out a purr, as the elderly she-cat awoke and let out a gentle purr. His large yellow eyes blinked a gentle greeting at the long furred tortoiseshell as she lifted herself to a sitting position. He listened as she spoke, his gaze attentive and curious to what the senior cat had to say.
His small black head, bobbling in agreement, as she talked about it being a nice gesture. He couldn’t imagine, that even when he became a warrior, he would stop visiting his elders. They were the heart of his clan, in his eyes. They had fought and saved and defended and fed this clan. Raised and trained the young, made it full of the warriors that they had today. He had so much respect for them, and knew that, that would never change.
“Well..I’m sure that my mentor will be coming after me soon. And I just wanted to make sure that you were all fed, and didn’t need anything.” He shuffled his paws a little, staring down at his paws. “Honestly, I cant help but be a little nervous. I’ve only been an apprentice for a few days now, and I’m worried that I won’t be as good of a warrior as I should be. I’m afraid of frustrating my mentor, by not doing things right.”
The apprentice couldn’t help but feel foolish, for having these doubts. He was usually so outgoing and happy. But ever since he’d left the nursery, he’d been a bit shy and nervous. And the elders, they made him feel much better. They always knew what to say. Especially because he had spent so much time with them as a kit.
The white and grey tom let out a rumble of a purr, his one brown eye, glowing with gratitude. He couldn’t help but be grateful to his medicine cat, for thinking ahead, not just in this very moment. “You’re very thoughtful, Echoflower. Thank you.” He dipped his head at her gentle scolding to his words, telling him not to worry about bothering her. He knew he shouldn’t feel that way.
Being an elder, took a toll on him. The once, great warrior, didn’t feel like his clan should have to waste their supplies on him. Not when he couldn’t contribute, like he use to. He let out a soft sigh. “I’ll just be glad to have these aches and pains, done with.”
He then dipped his head to Stagrunner. “And thank you. For patiently waiting, while this old cat, gets tended to.” He gave the senior warrior, a blink of happiness. It was good to have warriors in their clan, that were so eager to help their clanmates. Especially it being a senior warrior, ready to help the medicine cat.
Duskfrost watched as a squirrel appeared in front of them as if StarClan had placed it there themselves. Now was a perfect time to watch the tiny, furry little master at work. Duskfrost watched as the squirrel scurried up the tree, occasionally jumping from branch to branch. It wasn’t actually too different to how she had learned to climb trees back in the days of her youth.
Huh...maybe Grasswhisker had also studied the ways of the squirrel and passed that knowledge onto Duskfrost, she’d have to ask him about it later.
Looking over to Bravepaw, Duskfrost let out a proud purr when she saw that her apprentice was already climbing the tree like a little pro, he clearly picked up on this whole squirrel thing fast. “How high did the squirrel go? We gotta be like squirrels!” Duskfrost called up to him, flicking her tail.
Of course...there was a small chance that, despite thinking like squirrels, they would’ve be able to go as far up as the squirrels did because of their weight.
...Nah, that was the whole reason they were climbing like squirrels in the first place.
The tom was only mildly shocked at his mentor's words. Of course he should go higher, as a Skyclan cat he shouldn't know any limits to climbing. Well, maybe some, but he shouldn't be scared of a little bit of height. He brought himself further up the tree after the squirrel, digging his claws into the bark and sending some down after he let go. The squirrel had brought itself onto a branch, looking around as though it could tell it was being followed. He wondered if he should actively catch it, his mentor might not like him killing the very squirrel they were 'training' with. Nonetheless, he brought himself out onto the branch with it.
The branch swung underneath his weight, leaving him to dig his claws into it. His heart leaped into his throat, causing him to panic. He was fine, he was going to be fine. Duskfrost wouldn't let him get hurt. He timidly went further out on his branch after the squirrel, it jumped off and into the next tree. He growled underneath his breath, of course he missed it. The small tom was about to jump into the next tree after it when he heard a loud crack behind him. He didn't even get a chance to look at what it was, instead he was sent plummeting to the earth.
The ground was rushing up to meet him, crying out he tried to desperately grab at the other branches but his attempts were proven futile as he continued his descent. The last thing he saw was the grass meeting his body, everything after that was black. Was he dead? What happened? Pain was surging through his body from his two front legs. Okay so I'm not dead, but what is going on? Why does my body hurt? Did I fall? He tried to open his mouth to yowl out, get the attention of anyone but he couldn't, it was still so dark. He hated to admit it but in this moment he wanted his dad, he wanted his brother, he was like a kit. He would even take Duskfrost in this moment, would he ever see her face again? Hopefully she wasn't blaming herself, it was his own fault for not testing out the branch before climbing upon it.
She listened to the apprentice's worries, shaking her head. "I remember when I was first an apprentice, I was just as nervous as you." She mewed, taking another bite of the mouse before her. She needed to give him something better than that, most apprentices were nervous about these things but he was mainly scared of not being a good warrior or even worse, frustrating his mentor. It wouldn't be good if he did, they were stuck together for many moons to come.
"And you see...My mentor and I butted heads over everything it felt like." That wasn't exactly true, she got along just fine near the end with them but she remembered as an apprentice they would get into it. It felt like a hazy memory to her, had it been that long for her? She could clearly remember her days as a warrior but her mentor's face was...gone. She could see the pelt colors clearly but it was as if their face was blurred, no defining details to it. "You won't always get along with every cat in the clan but that doesn't matter. Everyone's opinions of you shouldn't bother you. You be the best warrior you can be." She muttered, offering him another small purr. It wasn't much advice but she hoped it would help ease his mind. Not every cat could be the very best, some had to fall behind. She had faith in the tom though, he might not be the greatest out there but she was sure he would become something great.
"Who's your mentor again?" The ceremony was only days ago, how come she couldn't remember it? She had been there, wanting to watch her kit stand on the high branch herself.
Hawkpaw did bump noses with her mentor, though there wasn't much effort behind it. It wasn't that she disliked Rowancloud, just that affection was never big on her. "Sure thing. I need to practice more anyways." In her opinion, apprentices should be able to go out without their mentors at around 10 moons. It's enough training to know where they are and what they're doing. That point aside, Hakpaw followed her mentor to the small grouping, greeting the other two warriors with a curt nod. She idled, shifting on her paws as she waited for the warriors to lead them out and into the forest. It'd be nice to try and hunt again.
The black and white molly gave a warm purr and nodded towards the elder. She always had respect for the elders after all they gave wisdom and fun stories to tell. "It's no problem I'm always here to help no matter how little it is," she said with a warm purr. Her tail flicked around nervously back at her herb stock and then she gave a soft sigh. "It'll be fine, just stop worrying. Starclan will get to me soon," she thought to herself. She then looked back at Rainsplash. "I will work on your bedding once I get some more herbs I'll have enough time. After all you've done so much for this Clan it's only fair I pay you back."
Before she left with Stagrunner to get the herbs restocked she gave Rainsplash a rub down with the Comfrey root. She turned it into a poultice first and rubbed it on his sore joints. She hoped it would make him feel better until she could give him the new bedding. "I hope this will hold until I give your bedding," she said. She finally looked over at Stagrunner. "You ready to help me get some herbs?" she asks.
Paleslip had woken up just a little bit ago, and he was already deep in thought. The tom squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus. Day plan. Let's see...
-At least two hunts. -Take Sharppaw on a training session. Of course. -Perhaps a patrol? He would have to wait to see if he was called on any. -Check in on his clanmates. Something he needed to be doing more of. -Ask if he can assist anywhere else.
It was customary for the tom to plan his entire day before living it, a tradition that only became more critical as he aged. A list was nice. It organized thoughts, gave the vague semblances of ideas a firm, achievable state. He wasn't sure what he'd do without it.
Nodding to himself as he opened his eyes, Paleslip confirmed his mental plan, attempting to determine a priority. Well... he was in the camp right now. Perhaps he could find another cat to hunt with? Or someone to check in with. Or perhaps he could bother Sharppaw for an earlier training session. All very real possibilities.
The warrior cast a curious glance across the clearing, watching for any other cats that had stirred and not yet made up their mind for the day. It was these that most needed his guidance. And he was more than willing to give it.
Duskfrost had been watching her apprentice climb with pride, her chest puffed out and a soft purr emitting from her. Nothing could’ve ruined this moment for her.
Until it happened.
Suddenly the branch broke beneath Bravepaw’s feet and before Duskfrost could do anything to stop it, he fell.
It happened so far, too fast.
In an instance Duskfrost had moved from her spot, proud as could be, to panicking as she rushed over to Bravepaw, watching as his body hit the ground, and as he landed she felt her heart stop as her blood ran cold underneath her for.
This couldn’t be happening.
Rushing to his side, Duskfrost gently nudged him with her nose. “Bravepaw, are you okay? Please be okay, please...” She needed to get him back to camp. Now.
Panic still surging through her veins, Duskfrost pressed her nose against his side. “Hey, you’re going to be okay, okay? You...you’re gonna be okay.” Honestly she was telling herself that more than she was telling him.
Not wasting another second, Duskfrost picked him up by the scruff of his neck and started to drag him as gently as possible back to camp.
Bugstep looked down at the pitiful excuse for a fresh kill pile. He was hungry, he would admit that. However prey was scarce as it was with the drought and it didn’t seem like any hunting patrols had come back yet to replenish the sad excuse of a fresh kill pile. So while he was hungry, it would probably be best if he didn’t actually eat yet. Maybe he could go hunting by himself and bring something back.
Honestly, he preferred hunting by himself anyways, and as far as he knew, he hadn’t been placed on any patrols yet.
If Bugstep was being honest here, he preferred to do most things by himself. Eat, hunt, sleep, groom, mock others, live. He obviously loved SkyClan and the cats in it, however his loyalty to the clan as a whole - as in, the other cats in the clan - was a little rocky.
He supposed Squirrelstar completely, she was one of the few cats in this clan - or any other for that matter - that had truly earned his respect.
However, Bugstep could probably do without everyone else.
Sighing, Bugstep looked down one more time at the disappointing pile of fresh kill and shook his head. “Yep, I’m going hunting,” he decided pointedly.
(Sorry it’s kinda of crappy, I’m pretty tired ngl)
Movement, he could feel himself moving. Why couldn't he open his eyes though? It felt like it would take all his strength to even open them. He fought against himself, the urge to sleep was overwhelming him, he could fall deeper into the darkness and the pain might ebb itself away. I can't. I can't sleep, Duskfrost will be worried...It was a bitter realization that he didn't consider his brother or father worrying about if he awoke or not. Canarypaw might actually, but that was a big might. Slowly and surely, his eyes fluttered open. The sun was blinding to him, making everything blur. His vision wasn't the most noticeable thing though, the pain. It was as if he had flung himself into a pile of thorns and just rolled his entire body over them until they were stuck deep into his pelt.
"Duskfrost...What's going on?" He asked, voice barely reaching over the noise of the forest around them. He could feel her still dragging him gingerly along the ground. This is embarrassing, having to be dragged back to camp by my mentor but I can't even move my legs to break free. He turned his attention to his legs, they looked normal. Well kind of, his two front paws looked...misshapen? He didn't know how to put it in his mind, Echoflower should know how to fix it though. She knew how to fix everything, she helped him when he had tummy aches as a kit. She would know how to help him.
"Are you going to tell Squirrelstar about it?" He hoped she wouldn't, if Squirrelstar heard news of his fall she might put his ceremony off. He didn't want to be even further behind the other apprentices around his age..
Duskfrost remained quiet as Bravepaw spoke. She had a lot of fur in her mouth right now and she wasn’t sure how to respond to him. She’d have to tell Squirrelstar about this, especially if he was really hurt. Duskfrost didn’t know a whole lot about medicine cat stuff...since she wasn’t a medicine cat, but she knew that a fall like that didn’t leave you with just a little scratch.
“Les’ jus focus on genning to camp,” Duskfrost said through a mouthful of fur. Bravepaw wanted answers, Duskfrost couldn’t really supply them right now, they’d just have to tackle all of that when they got to camp.
Hopefully Echoflower would know what to do once they got there. Hopefully...hopefully she’d say that it wasn’t that bad and maybe, just maybe they wouldn’t have to tell Squirrelstar.
Though Duskfrost knew that was just hopeful thinking.
Having just returned to camp from a not so successful hunt, the pretty cream molly held only a grey squirrel in her jaws. Trying to forget about the two birds she attempted to catch Honeysting fluffed out her plush pelt and gave it a quick shake.
"Stupid birds!" The grumble came out all muffled and distorted as the words had to make it past the body of the squirrel. This was just not acceptable, especially for a new warrior, and Honeysting knew it. She would have to go back out and try again... however maybe she could take just a quick break. The aroma of the squirrel she held already had her mouth watering, but there was no way she could eat the whole thing herself. Looking around camp she wondered if anyone would be willing to share it with her. 'Oh I know! Maybe Hobblesway would want to share', she thought inwardly. Her other options would be a grumpy old elder who would probably talk about past battles that she had already heard about a million times. Yes, Hobblesway was her only option.
Pace quickening, Honeysting trotted over towards the nursery. "Hobblesway, are you here?" She called out after placing the squirrel at her paws. Big blue-green eyes scanned the nursery and surrounding area, hopeful that the tom would show his face.
His mentors words brought little to no comfort to him. Sure, she was trying to get him to focus on other things like going back to camp and getting himself treated but the anxiety was prickling his pelt. The normally calm tom was clearly on the verge of panicking, he couldn't move his paws. Why couldn't he move? Was this normal? What would Squirrelstar say to him when she saw? I'm going to disappoint Canarypaw and Burningsight all over again, I will be a failure once more. Why am I always falling behind them? He tried to not wiggle in her grip, which wasn't that hard but he wanted to free himself and walk. If he could walk then maybe he was okay, right?
"Will she be able to fix me?" His voice sounded rushed, unfamiliar to him as it reached a higher pitch than normal. The camp entrance was in sight for them, Echoflower would be either in her den or out and about in camp, she would still be there, wouldn't she? She couldn't have left, his luck was already proving to be bad it couldn't get worse.
Duskfrost came for a sudden halt at Bravepaw’s question. Would Echoflower be able to fix him? Duskfrost wasn’t even sure just how hurt Bravepaw was, she hadn’t checked and...she hadn’t asked either, she’d simply acted on instinct and picked him up instead, ready to bring him to someone that could actually help him. “I thin’ so,” Duskfrost told him, voice muffled from the fur in her mouth. “Echoofloower can fix anythin’” she continued confidently, picking up her pace slightly as the campsite came into view.
Hopefully they’d be able to find out for themselves, soon enough.
“How bad ‘sit?” Duskfrost asked, trying to ignore the prick of guilt poking against her heart....which would’ve actually been really uncomfortable if there was an actual sharp object inside her, poking against her actual heart, but now wasn’t the time for internal tangents like that, not when she still wasn’t sure if Bravepaw would be alright at all. “It loo’ed bad,” she added quietly.
Watching him fall was going to be something Duskfrost would never get out of her head.
Hello Everyone! We have a Gathering Coming up (Sunday August 2nd 2020)! I have compiled a list of the cats going and if you want to switch your characters around feel free to PM me and I will do some changing c: As for the gathering, it will be an all day thing so feel free to pop in when you can! Obviously, Squirrelstar, Echoflower, and Poppystorm will be attending haha. Warriors: Acornmask(ᴏᴡʟ ) Cloudyburr(lazy penguin ) Duskheart(Emberstar 🔥 ) Fawnlight(Sparkly ) Foxheart(®️Hawkpath®️) Hazeltuft(Sand ) Hickoryfoot(mintedstar/fur ) Honeystring (Falconwing ) Hollystorm(ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 ) Lilacdawn(R A I N Y ) Littledove(dαιѕy ) Paleslip (Drea) Raggedfinch(Blaze ♡ ) Rowancloud(Tealraven ) Speckledcreek(𝑪𝒚𝒏 - - ✦ ) Stagrunner(highprince ) Sunnywing(Quaillikeet) Thrushsong(Ivyfalcon ) Whitefox (little blu ♥ )
Oh no, someone wanted to join him. Now, Bugstep would’ve preferred to go alone, especially as he enjoyed being left with nothing but his own thoughts, however after many moons as an apprentice, repeatedly being told that he needed to be more polite, Bugstep had learned that by now, it was just easier to hold his tongue than to argue. “Yeah sure,” he started with a small shrug of his shoulders, glancing back towards Hickoryfoot for only a moment. “The more paws the better,” he added, moving towards the camp exit.
Sadly, that was true.
With how small the pile looked to be, and how hot it was right now, it would be easier to catch more prey - which was scarce enough as it was - with more eyes, ears, noses, and paws to join him, and unfortunately, Hickoryfoot had all of the requirements. “Where do you think we should hunt?” He asked without looking back as he exited the camp.
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