Cliff Clan (closed to new joiners)

Once they reached the pool at the bottom of the waterfall that protected their camp, Birchcloud lapped up a bit of the cool water. He relished the sweet taste of the crisp water, but pulled up as the pattering of small paws reached his ears. “Do you hear that, Swanpaw?” He whispered, flicking his tail along the pool. Not too far from them was a squirrel, gathering the last of the acorns from a nearby tree.

Birchcloud chuckled softly as he watched his apprentice. Then, he nudged her from behind. "Tell me what you should do in order to catch that squirrel," he whispered, making sure his voice was soft enough not to be picked up by the squirrel.

Birchcloud gave a small nod and rested his tail on Swanpaw’s rump. “Close. Remember, squirrels are fast and at the first hunt of danger, they’ll be up a tree in a flash. So you have to be quick as well. Take long, but quiet strides and you should be able to catch it,” he purred, but then added, “And don’t worry about impressing me, just do your best.”

School started up again and I've been busy trying to get my four clans up while also getting some art done for other people. I haven't forgotten about the clan, I've just been a bit busy. I'll be on when I can))

Swanpaw pranced in her feet, the happiest look on her face. She picked the squirrel up, heading in the direction of camp.

The small tom gave a shaky nod and shook out his fur, taking a few deep breaths afterwards. "Okay, I'm good. Where are we going to go hunting at?" He looked up at the sky, searching for any signs of a change in the water that could disrupt their plans to go hunting today.

(omg yay, and thats totally okay)

Bonestar watched Birchcloud and swanpaw walk by, her carrying a squirrel and him a mouse. He welled up with pride for his daughter. He turned back to Snailpaw his whiskers quivering. " I might do a patrol instead." He padded over to the clan cliff, climbing up it fast. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here." He looked around the busy camp, seeing swanpaw dip into the Queens den, he didn't mind though.

Swanpaw padded through the tunnels that lead to the queens den, seeing shortsun awake she set the Squirrel by her and dipped her head. "Here." she then got up and walked out of the tunnels, walking to the clan meeting.

Birchcloud watched as Bonestar called to the clan and remembered the run-in with the loner. He made a note to talk to the leader once he finished his speech. He said beside the fresh-kill pile and raised his head to look at the white tom.

Shortsun dipped her head gratefully to Swanpaw as she dropped the squirrel off, “Thank you, young one.” She heard Bonestar call to the clan, but was quite reluctant to leave the kits alone in the nursery. So, she stood up and padded to the entrance and sat at the mouth of the den, where she was able to keep one eye on the sleepy kittens.

(all done now to make my characters. )

Bonestar stood before his clan, his white chest puffed out proudly. He took a breath. "Let it be known that Crookedpaw and Sinisterpaw have turned 15 moons old and have met the requirements of the warrior training. " He watched the grey tom and black tom pad to underneath the rock, where the clan could see them. He looked at Crookedpaw, whos deformity hadn't held him back. "Crookedpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Crookedleg, I thank you for your bravery in training and welcome you as a warrior."
He looked to Sinisterpaw. Who had shown leadership and courage. He welled up with pride for the two toms. "Sinsterpaw, you will be known as Sinisterjaw. I welcome you as a warrior." He looked to his clan, pausing to take a breath, he closed his odd eyes. Enjoying the nice quiet that had come over the clan.
"I will now call forward a few cats for a patrol. Birchcloud, Hawkgrip,  and Lynxpaw will be on border patrol tonight, as well as Primrosedawn and The two newest warriors and I on hunting patrol. I thankyou for your time. " He jumped down off the rock, and lay down by the apprentice den.

Fixed it)

(I want to kill a few characters off already, but I can't choose who yet. I know it will be an ice related death. Maybe Bonestar but I'm not sure, I'll have to pick a lesser character)

Hawkgrip looked down at his apprentice, noticing he hadn't celebrated with the others. He raised an eyebrow slightly as not to betray his blank face. The brown and black tabby tom was ready for the border patrol, it had been awhile since he had gone on patrol. "Should we get going?" he said to Birchcloud and Lynxpaw.

Crookedleg looked shyly at primrosedawn, licking his crooked paw then looking away. "I feel like it took a lifetime." He murmured. The grey and white tom looked aloof and unimpressed, and his stomach rumbled with hunger. They had finished all their last tasks today, and he had forgotten to stop by the prey pile. "But I'm excited for vigil tonight, I haven't stayed up in awhile."

Sinisterjaw looked at the two with his yellow eyes, staying quiet as Bonestar approached. "Greeting's Bonestar." He dipped his head to the clan leader, his mouth smiling.

Bonestar had gotten up from where he was laying , and padded over to the gathering group. "I think we'll go hunting up the cliff face today, we haven't explored the forest there in awhile, plus it will be a great time to check out how the waterfall is freezing."

Birchcloud nodded to Hawkgrip as he came up, giving a small chuckle and turning to lead the patrol out of camp. “So, how’s training going?” He mewed, trying to start up conversation. It wasn’t his strong suit, but he would try.

Lynxpaw simply grunted as the warriors headed out of camp, then padded after them. He didn’t try and add to the conversation, not wanting to socialize.

Primrosedawn grinned at the two new warriors, turning her head as Bonestar came toward them. “I think that sounds great, Bonestar. I bet the prey will practically run into our paws; we haven’t been there in a while.” She smiled once more and turned to head out of camp after Birchcloud’s patrol.

Robinskip walked over to the fresh-kill pile and picked out a mouse. She glanced around camp to see if there was anyone to talk with. She decided to lay down in front of the warriors den and eat her mouse.

Snailpaw lowered his head sadly as Bonestar decided to go off with the two newest warriors instead. He knew that his skiddish nature led to many being uncomfortable around him or simply not wanting to talk to him. What he didn't expect was for it to cause his own leader and mentor to choose someone else over him. His tail dragged behind him as he padded slowly to the apprentices den and then to his nest, curling up into it as he fought back tears.