Warblerflame Ivyfalcon and Stoatheart Sparkly ((when you guys get on just jump into Darkstrides and Littledoves hunting patrol then Warblerflame can take the lead if that sounds good to y'all))
Nodding in agreement, Darkstride believed her to be right. Usually there was atleast a nice plump moon during leaf fall and if green leaf failed them then Skyclan, along with the other clans, would count on that moon to get them through. As Littledove whipped her tail away the tom flashed her a mischievous with his deep yellow eyes. The molly could definitely be fun, sadly it had been too long since they spent any time together. Just as he was about to suggest the two of them go out patrolling together she managed to beat him to the punch line and invited him to go out hunting with her. Quickly rising to stand tall the tom swept his tail across the ground happily. Before he had the chance to respond Littledove slipped out of camp leaving behind only teasing words and her scent trail.
"Hey wait for me!" Claws out the dark tabby gripped the hard dry ground to help propel himself after his clanmate. Rushing through the ferns, fronds whipping him in the face as he pushed through, Darkstride came out the other side and quickly caught up with the molly. "Robin Wings Crest?" He questioned thinking that by the direction they were heading in that was her destination.
Speckledcreek turned towards the voice to see Elmheart. "Oh good morning Elmheart," he said giving a friendly tone. He continued his meal as the tom went ahead and talked. "A little bit of both," he replied a little bit stressed out. "I haven't been able to take Nightpaw on training since it's been dreadfully hot. Although, I need to stop being lazy and do my part." He seemed a bit down and the speckled tom was really stressed out.
"Enough about me, how are you?" the speckled tom asked. He hoped his luck was better than his he hated how hot it's been and how much he's been a snowflake the past few days. He looked over at the apprentice's den and thought about getting Nightpaw. He wanted to do his part for this Clan and he wanted to have his apprentice around with him making sure he molds her into one of the greatest warriors. He sighed a bit not really happy about what was going on. He wondered why the drought was a thing he hoped it would end with precious rainfall.
Paleslip was in mental damage control after the Gathering.
Squirrelstar's decision made sense, of course. She didn't want any more apprentices to get hurt. It was a logical decision to make. But... wasn't there another option? Closer supervision, or keeping younger apprentices to lower branches, or anything other than forbidding them from doing what made their Clan special.
But Squirrelstar was their leader for a reason. So it must have been alright, in the end.
Now she was asking Paleslip to go to RiverClan and 'ask' for territory.
He supposed it would be alright. The tom didn't like the idea of groveling for a shred of territory, but perhaps his leader had a different idea of the meaning of the word. In the end, what was the worst that could happen? If nothing else, a border confrontation would only give Sharppaw more experience, something the apprentice needed. Paleslip made a mental note to do some more training with the younger cat when he got the chance.
But for now, he stepped forwards, bowing his head slightly to Squirrelstar and the two apprentices. That was slightly worrying as well- if a conflict did break out, then they weren't the cats Paleslip would have chosen to be by his side. But perhaps the leader had chosen two apprentices to seem less threatening. Yes, that made sense. Paleslip nodded to himself. Squirrelstar had a reason for everything, of course. Surely.
"Well, shall we depart, then?" the warrior meowed, blinking. "The sooner we leave, the better."
L I T T L E D O V E at robin wing's crest with darkstride
The silver tabby she-cat slowed her pace a bit until she heard the thundering of her companions paws thump the ground. As Darkstride slowed to a trot himself and they fell in step together. His question of their location made her nod briefly, tail swishing lightly as they made their way toward the small clearing of trees. She stopped a few fox lengths away from the hill that would take them into said clearing, glancing at Darkstride. "Lets see if we can catch any birds," she purred softly, tail tip twitching in excitement. She parted her maw and drank in the scent of the forest around them, only to be hit with stale scents of prey. Discouragement flashed in her blue gaze, only momentarily. "It seems they might've retreated to their nests, but we might be able to catch something," she mewed, sounding hopeful. She lowered herself to the ground and swiftly crept up and over the hill, ears perked and eyes alert for any signs of prey. The heat of the sun was already making Littledove's pelt burn, and she thanked StarClan for the towering trees overhead that blocked out some of the sun's rays. She stopped as she saw a robin hoping through the gnarled roots in front of her, eyes narrowing to slits. By the way it was searching for worms, she assumed a nest was nearby. Tensing her muscles, she crept a bit closer before springing and landing squarely on its shoulders. It gave out a millisecond of a screech before Littledove managed to kill it with a swift bite. She held it between her teeth and looked back at Darkstride. It wasn't the plumpest bird, but it would manage to feed someone. It was clear even the prey were struggling during the heat. Falconwing
Look how still he is. Silent summer snowdrift. Have you frozen to death, Hailfur? Was the shock too much; have your muscles seized up? Your unrepentant heart is searching for the rug. It was right here. She was right here. The right answer, I saw it, now it is gone, but I swear, I saw it, it was – Squirrelstar making impromptu decisions at a gathering. It was a justified damnation of SkyClan’s iconic tradition. Climb at your own risk.
Hailfur understood it. He did not condemn the decision and, even if he hoarded many personal reservations, would argue that it was morally imperative to anyone who questioned it. Bravepaw was hurt, and could be crippled. One loss is enough to sacrifice tradition for a few moons. It was not permanent. It was not settling to be like ThunderClan, forever. They were not brutish, and there were other ways that SkyClan could survive. Hailfur pitched middle-grounds to his shadow. Yes, ban all the apprentices from climbing, but let warriors scale trunks after squirrels. Most trees are as sturdy as the Code. They will not snap under a little extra weight.
The point which renders Hailfur still - impassive and uneasy in how he sits, on the side of camp, staring intently at the High Branch – is that Squirrelstar made the decision on her own. She did not consult with her clan first. Hailfur was blind-sided. His fur raised icicled when he first heard the news. As Startledpaw skulked back into camp, bitter as yarrow, bemoaning Squirrelstar’s decision loud enough for Hailfur to overhear. So, as any politician does when faced with a potential threat, he began to hunt information.
No senior warrior, as far as Hailfur had talked with them, was consulted before the announcement. How presumptuous was Squirrelstar to think that she, not a seasoned leader, not Branchstar, not yet proven, could make such a weighty decision on her own? On StarClan, Hailfur hoped that Poppystorm knew about it. The tom had not yet had the chance to confront the she-cat. Hailfur respected Poppystorm – more so than he did many of the warriors in the clan, though he loved (which is different than liked) all of them out of duty. The only cat he had ever really liked, though, in the way that you like a warm rock on a cold day or a dip in the river at midnight under the pale curve of the moon, was Yarrowthroat.
Sunlight dappled camp, and Haillfur. He was half in light and half in shadow, this way. Maybe it was symbolic, this way.
When the gathering cats had come back there was a buzz in the camp, the dens swirling with electricity as whispers flooded the empty spaces. "Ban climbing?" "How could she do that? "Who gave her the right?" "How are we supposed to catch prey?" "Climbing is what we're known for!" It was infuriating and Yarrowthroat wished she could just drown out the voices so she could get some sleep. Who cares if they couldn't climb trees anymore, they'd find some other way to adapt, unless all of her clanmates had rocks for brains.
Yarrothroat had woken up the next morning feeling more tired than when she fell asleep, frustrated with the lack of a good night's rest and even more so when she could still hear the whispers of cats still venting their frustrations. She had been awake just in time to hear Squirrelstar announce two patrols, one going to the Riverclan border and one going to the Thunderclan border to ask for more territory. It was a bold move and Yarrowthroat had to admit she was a bit impressed that the leader would demand such a thing from the other clans, they would surely need the land if they weren't allowed to hunt from the trees.
The thoughts lingered in her mind as she turned to the fresh-kill pile now, if she wasn't allowed to feel fully rested then she's sure she's allowed to feel full. Grabbing a black bird off the top of the pile, the molly glanced around for a good place to settle and eat. Immediately her gaze lands on the cat she trusts the most in this clan, the reason she hasn't gone completely insane, the one who understands her. An idiot named Hailfur. Yarrowthroat grins with her mouth full of feathers and trots his way, taking her time as she wasn't in any hurry.
Settling beside the white furred tomcat, she drops her bird and nods curtly in greeting. "You hear about the tree ban?" The reddish molly asked casually, knowing full well Hailfur had definitely heard of it by now. It was her, maybe not so, subtle way of asking his thoughts on it, as she's sure it's been the only thing on his mind all morning.
(Finally here, LOL. I'm just gonna write something and see how things go, haha.)
Stoatheart || Out hunting || Mentions Darkstride (Falconwing) and Littledove (dαιѕy)
Stoatheart was out hunting independently, and was really quite frustrated. The tree ban hadn't even been around for very long, and yet, being confined to the ground had made him impatient and hasty - almost claustrophic, in a way. As a result, he hadn't managed to catch any prey yet. Well, unless bugs counted as prey, that is. But he wasn't about to bring back a ladybird to set on the fresh-kill pile, so he had to find something better. He'd been stumbling towards Robin Wing's Crest for a little while, hazily pawing his way through half-known ground that he'd seen more often from above than on ground level ever since he was a senior apprentice. He paused as he heard voices, movement - other SkyClan cats.
There are no blackbirds singing now. Night has been washed away by the brutal realization of sunlight. Yarrowthroat trots towards Hailfur like an awakening; like the trigger that knocks the silver and white tom out of his plotting and back into reality. She carries a bird in her jaws, though she is polite enough to drop it before she speaks to him. This is why Hailfur loved Yarrowthroat. She had more elegance in her left paw than most of their clan-mates. She was practical, intelligent, and when it came to him, without judgement. He wished he could absorb her presence; make it a part of him so he could her around with him. Dilute and bottle happiness. Unfortunately, that was unfeasible, and Hailfur was sceptic enough about the power of StarClan that he imagined that even mystically it was impossible.
The tom nodded as the brown-and-white she-cat approached, ice-blue eyes lowered in friendly respect. “Unfortunately.”
Hailfur wrapped his tail around his front paws, just watching Yarrowthroat for a few seconds.
“I’ve heard mixed opinions from the clan. The apprentices seem unhappy… Startledpaw seemed on the verge of mutiny over it. “
Blue eyes stared into teal. They were different shades of the same hue. He was soul-searching in her eyes. Trying to identify the essence of her; trying to figure her out.
No climbing trees! Has Squirrelstar officially lost her mind? Climbing trees was SkyClan's whole thing. That's why they were SkyClan and not ThunderClan. Asterpaw thought that, maybe, Squirrelstar actually wanted to be ThunderClan. It didn't matter that someone had gotten seriously injured, she just wanted to climb the trees without being bothered. Asterpaw wasn't dumb enough to fall out of a tree, she shouldn't be punished for it. If Asterpaw knew what war crimes were, she would've accused Squirrelstar of committing one. Fortunately for the rest of the clan, Asterpaw did not know what war crimes were, so she just stirred in her own angst.
Eventually, however, she got sick of being angsty on her own. She had been laying in her nest in the apprentices den since she'd woken up, not being bothered to truly get up and venture out into camp. If she did, Sunnywing might scoop her up like a hawk, and she did not feel like dealing with Sunnywing. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to leave her nest without being taken by her mentor. She rolled over to face Startledpaw - it was no surprise that they slept close together, they'd basically been glued together since they had been born. "Hey, sleeping beauty," she hissed, poking at him with her paw like an impatient kit.
"No one's going to notice us! Squirrelstar's out with a patrol and our mentors are too busy," Echopaw added, trying to keep his voice low as he felt excitement drain into it. Finally, they had found something to do together! It was going to be lots of fun, he was sure of that.
Of course he hadn't taken into account that his pelt, along with Dragonflypaw's, would be noticeable among the clan and the trees. But that didn't matter! That wasn't even an issue here in Echopaw's opinion. The little tom glanced around, making sure that there were no cats watching them. He didn't see a single eye on them, so he turned back to Dragonflypaw. "Ready to head out? We gotta be quick though! Can't let anyone see us," he mewed, his odd colored eyes gleaming with anticipation.
I wonder what Squirrelstar is thinking, Sunchirp thought as she drifted out of the warrior's den. The molly's fur was clean and well-groomed, being mindful not to leave a speck of dirt. She was sure that would change as the day rolled on.
She had heard about what happened at the gathering where Squirrelstar declared there would be no tree climbing. It was a shock to hear the whispers but the former queen did see the point. Bravepaw broke his legs and the senior apprentice would have a long and brutal recovery ahead of them if he was ever able to walk again.
Sunchirp shook her head, casting the depressing thoughts out of her head. Her paws lead her towards the nursery where she should see flashes of a familiar brown pelt. "Hobblesway,"she greeted the nursery helper with a soft purr and warm eyes. She felt a twinge of pity for the tom, being left alone in the nursery once more. Perhaps she should offer to stay with him, having a warm pelt pressed against you was something nice to fall asleep to.
"Have any fun plans today?" she asked, tilting her head before glancing around camp. There seemed be some of their clanmates milling about but not too much. Sunchirp looked back to Hobblesway and a laugh huffed out of her. She flickered a piece of moss off his shoulder, messy tom, she thought with affection.
Hobblesway, personally, wasn't sure how to feel about the tree climbing ban. He understood that tree climbing was SkyClan's everything but for him... well, it hadn't been his livelihood for what felt like forever. He knew what Bravepaw's road of recovery would be like, but it was worse compared to his own. Maybe I should visit him soon, he thought, a lump forming his his throat. What could he possibly offer to the apprentice? Words of advice? Support? He wasn't even sure if it would be a good idea to show up unannounced anyways. Maybe later, maybe when he was ready.
Carrying a small bunch of moss, the tabby tom heard Sunchirp's greeting and immediately dropped the bundle. "Sunchirp!" he greeted back, almost a bit too thrilled.
It was nice to have company again as Sunchirp hadn't been in the nursery for a moon. Cricketpaw and Pearpaw were now apprentices which left the tom with an empty den, a case he didn't like too much. Being a nursery helper without any queens or kits to help out was lonely, frankly.
"Besides cleaning out the old moss? Nothing important," he responded, letting out a purr when she flicked a piece of moss off of his shoulder. "What about you? Up to anything fun?"
The long furred silver tabby she-cat, crouched, gathering herself to pounce on a robin, as it pecked among the roots of the small gathering of trees. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly, as she kept completely still for a moment, calculating out her jump. With a mighty shove of her back legs, the molly leaped, flying through the air, in a swift moment. She landed square on the robin, smooshing its wings out, as she gave it a quick death blow.
Satisfied, the warrior picked up her prey, and padded towards a bush. She hid the bird among it, before going and sitting among the tangle of roots, where she had just made her kill. She purred softly, closing her eyes for a moment, to enjoy a quick breeze, that flowed through her fur. It ended, all too soon, to give way to immense heat. She groaned softly, Sick of the outrageous heat.
Was Starclan mad at the clans.? Were the clan cats being punished for something.? Why hadn't the medicine cats or leaders, heard from their ancestors. How long could they continue to live with this heat.? The questions continued to cross Breezesongs mind, as she sat there. They were questions, that she often thought about, but never said out loud. All she could do, was continue to hunt for her clan, and do her warrior duties. The medicine cat and Leader, would have to figure out the rest.
Open // In Camp
Rainsplash sat up in his nest, surprise flittering in his one brown eye. He stood, and stretched out each of his legs, shaking slightly as he did so. The elder could hardly feel an ache in his joints. Echoflower had done as she had promised, and lined his nest with comfrey, for him to sleep with. It had actually helped him sleep through the night. Even given him relief from his achy shoulders, now that he was awake.
Giving a happy flick of his tail, the white and gray tom, slipped from the elders den, wondering what was going on in his clan. He had missed the gathering the night before, and was a bit curious as to what was going on with the other clans. His eye searched the camp, searching for a younger warrior or an apprentice, that would maybe share something to eat with him, and fill him in on the details of the other clans.
While Hailfur was sceptic of Starclan, Yarrowthroat could be considered a full-blown heathen for her views of the starry ancestors. Now, that's not the say that Yarrowthroat doesn't believe in anything, because she does. She just doesn't believe in Starclan. It felt too perfect, too much like a tall tale cats tell their kittens to help them sleep better at night. When you die you'll go to Starclan and be reunited with all of your loved ones. You'll be young and feel no pain. Everything is all rainbows and butterflies. What a load of dirt.
As she listened to Hailfur talk, the brown and white molly leaned her head down to take a large bite of the bird in front of her. Crunching and chewing around feathers while the taste of meat danced over her tastebuds. She could never get tired of the taste of a plump bird. Almost lost in thought over her food, Yarrowthroat found herself staring right into the bright blue pools that sat atop Hailfur's nose. He was searching for something, that much she could tell. But then again, what wasn't Hailfur looking for? If it wasn't any material thing then it was definitely the lost trail the white warrior was desperately trying to cling onto that would lead him back to the deceased Branchstar. A feeling of comfort that Yarrowtuft honestly wished she could provide for him instead. Partly because she genuinely cares about him, and partly because she can get a little tired of hearing Hailfur drone on and on about his late mentor.
But that's besides the point. Currently the she-cat can deduct that her friend is waiting for a response from her.
"I think everyone's being a little dramatic," She leans down to take another quick bite, licking her whiskers clean and swallowing before speaking, "It's not like it's permanent thing, and there's nothing to stop cats still climbing trees. They're either gonna abstain from it it or not, and if they fall and break their spine then that's on them." Yarrowtuft spoke plainly, her natural tone always coming out a little monotone. After sharing her thoughts, the molly pushed the black bird in Hailfur's direction, offering the tomcat a bite if he wanted one.
Darkstride Robin's Wing Crest w/ Littledove dαιѕy & Stoatheart Sparkly Reference point for Warblerflame Ivyfalcon
At the mention of catching birds Darkstrides mouth began to water. There was nothing he enjoyed more than a nice plump chested dove. Mmmm meat so tender... he had been so caught up in his little daydream that the dark tom hadn't even notice Littledove breaking away from him. Like a bee brain the warrior started to follow after her until he finally realized that she was on the prey trail. Quickly he ducked down as he topped the hill, just in time to not reveal their position. 'Come on Darkstride, be more aware!' He inwardly scolded with a scrunched up muzzle. Littledove continued onwards, leaving Darkstride alone on the hill top. Watching carefully at the land below she was right, there was not that many options. Very few in fact. He could see the robin that Littledove was targeting, and a small trio of song birds pecking at the base of an oak on the far side of the Crest. By the time he got close enough they were bound to be gone.
Finally Darkstride resorted to stalking the forest floor hoping to possible spook something out of hiding, a tactic the tom used too often. Some would even say it was his signature hunting style. Silent until he came across a fresh scent, then he would follow it to the end of the trail and would huff and puff as well as give a little rustle to the undergrowth. Over time the dark tabby had managed to perfect this hunting style, ready to leap in any direction and agile enough to dart after whatever he spooked.
When Littledove finally made her catch and cast her sweet gaze back up at him, the male warrior gave a quick tail flick of congratulations before silently beginning his descent into the favorite Skyclan hunting spot. Midway to the bottom a strong scent on the breeze caught his attention. Perking up the tom stood tall and gave a tail wave to get Littledoves attention. They had company. Another cat, and a familiar one at that. Changing direction Darkstride headed towards the approaching cat. "You best roll in some fresh ferns fronds or earth, you stink like a fox", he meowed lowly, not wanting to scare away prey, and finally revealing himself to Stoatheart with a teasing grin to his friend.
The black cat nodded with excitement, getting up as they glanced around. No mentors, check. No leader, check. Great! It's perfect. "C'mon! Let's get going before anyone sees us leave. We can figure out where to go when we leave camp and we don't have to whisper as much." He teased in the hush voice that both of the apprentices were doing before giggling lightly and making his way out of camp.
He looked back a few times to make sure his friend was following them, his ears perked up with excitement. His thin tail swayed back and forth as they waited for the white, small tom to catch up to them at the camp entrance, sitting down once more. The sun beamed onto his black fur and it was a little bit hot, but I don't think Dragonflypaw minded at the moment.
Stoatheart || Robin Wing's Crest || Mentions Darkstride (Falconwing) and Littledove (dαιѕy)
Stoatheart perked up a little as he was approached, raising his tail a little so his position was more visible. "Sorry," He said apologetically in response to Darkstride. "I'm used to not having to hide my scent so much from up in the trees." He sighed, looking up at the tree canopy above them. "How in StarClan are we supposed to manage without tree-climbing?" He said, his voice upset. "How in StarClan have the other Clans lived this long without it? It's so much easier up there..."
echopaw accompanied by Dragonflypaw | leaving camp... soon
"Don't worry, I'm coming! I'll be right behind ya!" Echopaw responded, scrambling as he got to his paws. For a SkyClan apprentice, he wasn't that quick on his paws when it came to the ground. Maybe as he grew, he'd get over his clumsiness. "Pff! I think we're masters at whispering, we could go on all day!" he teased back.
The little white tom dashed after his denmate, letting out a light grumble when he felt the sun's beam strike his stark pelt. He didn't care for the heat at all, but thankfully, it was a bit less intense thanks to his light colored pelt. Echopaw had finally caught up to Dragonflypaw and sat down right besides him, flicking his ears briefly. "Wanna race?" he asked before mewing again in case his idea wasn't the brightest. "Or maybe we should save our energy for later?"
"I'm sure Nightpaw doesn't mind the fact that there hasn't been any training. I wouldn't want to be training through all of this either." Elmheart sniffed the air, as if he could smell the very heat and where it was coming from. "The trees keep breaking limbs due to the drought and I wouldn't want to risk bird hunting with that sort of thing going on." He didn't want to worry the other warrior, however. It seemed like he was already hesitant enough about training an apprentice. "Oh?" he asked, ears swiveling as Speckledcreek asked a question. "Me? I honestly wouldn't expect that much of interest from me." But he did consider the question, because he could and it seemed safe enough. "Hickoryfoot is still being much more energetic than I am and she's running me ragged," he admitted. "She doesn't seem to be taking the situation seriously." He shifted from paw to paw and glanced around. He wasn't worried Hickoryfoot would hear him. It was just habit. "So I'm tired. But that's about all, really." He paused. "I wish I had an apprentice. I think it would be fun."
A blackbird condescends from the boughs of an oak; cawing as it swoops over Hailfur. Taunting. Look at me, rising above. Look at me, perching in the branches you starve for. The white tom brushes his tail along Yarrowthroat’s side. Content to know she is there. There is a blackbird above them and a blackbird in her jaws. If this means anything, Hailfur is ignorant to it. Maybe a medicine cat could read a sign in it. Translate warnings about consuming oneself. Warnings against emulating that which will eventually be killed. Death comes for us all. Something along those lines. The white tom follows Yarrowthroats gaze as she swallows and offers up a response.
“You’re right”, he murmurs, voice deep and low. “I only wish, egoically I suppose, that Squirrelstar had consulted with the clan beforehand. It was – a shock to hear the news from Startledpaw before she could explain it.”
The tom twitched a fly away from his ear. It was hot. No adjectives are needed. Hot remains hot even if it is modified; this is no desert, but the heat is scalding and Hailfur can feel sand coarse in his pelt. He is uncomfortable. He is longing for something; thirsty for water or power or assuredness he is unsure. The tom looks down. And then over at Yarrowthroat. “You’re always a needed voice of reason, my friend.”
Hailfur pauses again. “The forest feels like it’s teetering on the edge of fire. I wonder if a fight will break out along the ThunderClan border.”
The trees are halcyon-hued and sparkling; Startledpaw stares slack-jawed watching them dance. Colors weave together. It is a tapestry of leaves. He is going to climb them. Look, he’s already on a branch. He doesn’t remember the ascent. Boughs bend together into a Cheshire grin, stars dart between them as stand-in teeth. Butterflies flutter in place wings winking like eyes. The world folds itself in around Startledpaw like a caress. Here, he can climb to the stars. Here, the stars descend to meet him at where he is. Black fur becomes the night. Golden eyes are leaves. He is the forest; the forest is him; he body melts away into it. His body melts away into, “STARCLAN ON A STICK, Asterpaw!”
Startledpaw startles awake with his fur on-end. He is a little dark cloud in the apprentice’s den. A petite thunderstorm. Asterpaw stands over him, both colored like and blinking like a butterfly. Startledpaw is having acid-flashbacks to his dream. The world still seems to be swirling, and he questions whether or not this is what it was like to be in Wormwoods head just in general. “I was having the weirdest dream. Like. Man. I don’t even know how to explain it. Uggh.”
The apprentice lumbers to his feet, shaking the effervesce of slumber off his back.
“StarClan”, he says it like a curse. Blinking hard. “What time is it? Did I miss morning training? Is there even morning training? Stagrunner is going to eat me alive and then throw my bones onto a branch so Squirrelstar can exile them for breaking the code.”
That is not in Stagrunner’s character at all, but we can ignore that part.
Speckledcreek gave a nod about the trees. The trees have for sure become more dangerous and unpredictable as of late he worried about his apprentice falling. He wrapped his tail nervously around his paws seeming stressed. "I'm sure she doesn't mind at all," he mewed. He then frowned feeling bad the fact he was so worried about her well being he has been putting it off. He sighed and looked at Elmheart. "I worry about her you know I want to train her but it seems like there's danger at every corner." He felt bad looking at the apprentice den and then frowned. After his talk with Elmheart he wanted to do something battle training or hunting at least.
He heard his companion talk about Hickeryfoot and the speckled tom gave a light-hearted chuckle. "Yeah I bet she is," he said and gave an amused purr. Of course, the tom agreed with the apprentice it was fun and he hopes he could be a good mentor for Nightpaw. "Yeah it is fun, but it can be nerve-wracking at times too," he said with a chuckle.
Post by Emberstar 🔥 on Aug 8, 2020 17:42:28 GMT -5
Duskheart Open//In camp
Duskheart did not want ot get out of his comfy nest that day, as it was blazing hot. But after some time, the nag of his stomach, triumphedt over his desire to stay in his nest and sleep the day away. As he padded towards the fresh-kill pile, his mind was filled with longing to return to his nest instead of staying outside in the blazing sun. "I hope that I can go for a patrol today" he thought "Might as well make sure that no one crossed the border now that I've ruined my sleep cycle"
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Nov 24, 2020 6:03:34 GMT -5
Violetsky: I try not to do the same anymore either. Not because I can't, but because after waiting for the book to arrive from Amazon for a week to several months, only to devour it in a matter of hours, would seem like such a waste in my eyes. :/
Nov 24, 2020 6:27:50 GMT -5
Violetsky: To each their own though.
Nov 24, 2020 6:27:55 GMT -5
Hopewish: lost stars was the first time in such a long time that a warriors book caught my attention and held it
Nov 24, 2020 16:26:46 GMT -5
Hopewish: I can already see why people say this is one of the better arcs
Nov 24, 2020 16:27:07 GMT -5
Violetsky: On a side branch, Dawn of the Clans could have been so much better imo.
Nov 24, 2020 16:51:21 GMT -5
Lizard: I think Dawn of the Clans is amazing!
Nov 24, 2020 18:35:14 GMT -5
Violetsky: Well it's not that I didn't like it- I think it was serviceable for the most part -I suppose I just set my expectations too high?
Nov 24, 2020 18:46:08 GMT -5
ღℳ𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓼𝓽𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓶ღ: Hi hi, I haven't been on here for years. Eek. Cringing at my teenager self.
Nov 25, 2020 7:36:24 GMT -5
ღℳ𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓼𝓽𝓻𝒆𝓪𝓶ღ: What's changed about the site since 2017?
Nov 25, 2020 7:37:02 GMT -5
Ṣanɗypaw™: I wasn't around in 2017, but from what I've heard, this place is less toxic!
Nov 25, 2020 11:36:25 GMT -5