𓂀𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝟛[𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕥 & 𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕖 & 𝕊𝕜𝕪]

Willow | Twoleg's Peak | Echo (♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ ), Jasper (little blu ♥ )
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Willow fixed her littermate with a skeptical blue gaze, clearly unconvinced. While she supported her sister and they were close, the little tortoiseshell had never put much stock in the idea of starry cats and ferocious fighters outside of town. “Even if he was, it sounds dangerous.” She pointed out with a flick of her tail. “We see enough of fighting cats around the town. We hear them hissing and screeching every night, fighting over the housefolk’s garbage. And from the sound of things, these forest cats are even worse. Is this really the best decision?” Just the thought of meeting cats so vicious and aggressive was daunting.


Willow had never had any strange dreams, and a life away from the warm and comfortable house sounded isolating and frightening. Though she sounded unsure, her gaze was solemn. She would look out for siblings no matter what they chose, even if the decision didn’t sit right with her. Willow could be stubborn and a bit spoiled, and downright difficult to get along with at the worst, but she was also confident, assertive, and loyal. It would be worth it to get her on board, but that wouldn’t be easy unless things made sense to her. “At the very least, we should talk to mother, don’t you think?” She mused, a bit grumpily. All the talk about leaving had her on edge. Not to mention, she hadn’t eaten yet, so she was both hungry and grumpy. Not the best combination. She whipped her head around to look at her brother. “What do you think of all this, Jasper?” She questioned. It had always been a good thing that there were three of them. Ties would always be broken, and they were a good mix of personalities.


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Thornflame | Jumper's Tree | Mountainpaw (♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ )
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From below the tree, Thornflame’s russet and brown form could barely be seen, blending in with the leaf litter of the forest floor. Only vivid green eyes, fixed upon his apprentice up in the trees, showed that there was indeed a cat there. The eyes widened in alarm as Mountainpaw missed her jump, and the silver and white she-cat tumbled unceremoniously to the ground. “Mountainpaw!” The deputy mewed as he leaped over to her side. He nosed her carefully, but the branch hadn’t been too high, so no damage had been done. Letting out a small puff of air, the tom leaned back and let his apprentice get to her feet.


While most of Mountainpaw’s training had been progressing great, climbing remained the one hurdle she seemed unable to overcome. It had been three moons since they’d been coming to this tree. While large, it had numerous branches from top to bottom, perfect for even a skittish beginner to learn how to climb. Thornflame had initially expected it to be easy. Even the most uncomfortable apprentices managed Jumper’s Tree a few sunrises into their apprenticeship. By three moons in, the other apprentices would have moved on to the much taller mountain trees that spiraled out from the crags into the sky. Those were slippery and bare of many branches, but by that point the apprentices would be much more confident climbers. That’s how it had been for him and every other EagleClan cat as long as he could remember. That’s what made mentoring this particular obstacle so difficult; he’d never experienced anything like it. Climbing and jumping came easily to him, and he loved the exhilaration of that moment between branches, the wind in his fur and nothing beneath his paws.


Nevertheless, he could see how frustrated Mountainpaw looked with herself, and he was determined to not let his apprentice see any of his concerns on his face. “Don’t say that.” He replied gently, flicking her ear with his white tail-tip. “You’re doing just fine. You just need to forget about the ground and stop looking down. Just think about the branch you’re on and the branch in front of you.” Shaking out his pelt, he looked up at the tree. It seemed so much smaller than it had when he had been an apprentice, and he wondered just how big it appeared to Mountainpaw. “Why don’t we try it together?” He suggested. “We’ll just go one branch at a time, me and you. You can stop whenever you want.” And it’ll be easier to catch her if she panics. He noted mentally.


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Cinderpaw | Apprentice's Den | Adderpaw (♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ )
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It took a moment for Cinderpaw to awaken, but once she did, it seemed the russet she-cat was full of energy as usual. Her golden eyes were brimming with enthusiasm, and only warmed further as she looked at Adderpaw. Then, her fluffy tail shot up like a rocket. “Adderpaw!” She mewed cheerfully. “Good morning! Is it past sunhigh? Have I been sleeping all day? Shadowmask is going to have my tail!” She then paused, blinking as she realized that it was not yet sunhigh, and that she was fine. Then, unfazed, the torrent continued. “What do you think we’ll be doing today? Hunting? Fighting? I hope its hunting, I’m starving! I think I could eat a whole rabbit! In fact I think I’ll check the fresh-kill pile now! I hope they have vole…”


Still continuing on like a chattering starling, she pranced around her denmate merrily. There was rarely a moment when Cinderpaw wasn’t a ball of shining optimism that couldn’t melt the stony exterior of even the most hardened cat. She was sweet to a fault, bubbly and hyper. Underneath it all though, she was also kind and a genuinely good friend. She was also quite smart. Any cat who mistook her for a naïve airhead was sorely mistaken. “Come on, Adderpaw!” She urged once more. “All the good pieced will be gone!”


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Hawkkit | Medicine Den | Wolfkit (♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ ), Mousekit (little blu ♥ )
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Hawkkit hung back slightly, a little more apprehensive at this mission than his littermates. He prodded a juniper berry as it came to a clattering stop by his brown paws, blue eyes showing he was clearly skittish about all this. "We really shouldn't be in here, Wolfkit." He mewed solemnly, bending down to sniff the bright scarlet berry, before turning back to glance nervously at the den entrance. His white fur was ruffled slightly and his tail flicked every few seconds, displaying his agitation. Hawkkit had always been a straight-laced type, serious and introspective. He was also quite protective of his siblings however, so he'd follow them anymore, no mater how mousebrained he thought the scheme was.

He let out a soft sigh as he watched Wolfkit surrounded by the mess he'd just made. This was going to be bad when Brightpool returned. "StarClan save us from Mothstar." He grumbled softly as he padded deeper into the den. If he was going to be stuck here, he might as well make the best of it. He sniffed curiously at the large, tangy smelling dock leaves, then scrunched his nose at the acrid yarrow. The tansy had a much more pleasant scent, and despite himself, the small kit found himself taking a tiny, tentative nibble.

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Falconwing | Hiker's Path | Goldpaw (little blu ♥ )
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"Alright, Goldpaw, what can you smell?" Falconwing asked as he crouched low on the winding dirt path that twolegs had dug out countless seasons ago. The cream and brown tom had a patrol coming later, so he had decided to take the opportunity for some early hunting with his apprentice. There was no more twoleg activity on the path, which had led to an abundance of fresh-kill along it. It was a great place to practice stalking, and with little cover, a cat would have to be smart about positioning and the wind to make a successful catch.

Falconwing felt a surge of pride as he looked at the sandy tom beside him. The training was coming along great, and the two of them got along well. He was happy with how far along the young tom had gotten in just two moons, and he enjoyed working with him. Goldpaw wasn't his first apprentice, and certainly wouldn't be his last. Falconwing was great with young cats, and his mentoring record showed it. His thoughts flickered briefly to the only kits in the nursery, the other source of his pride. Wolfkit, Hawkkit, and Mousekit were getting larger and were well on their ways to becoming apprentices in a couple of moons. He wondered if he'd get the chance to mentor any of them, then decided against the idea. As good as he normally was, he knew he'd be too soft on them. He always was. The sharp scent of squirrel returned him to the present hunt, and he turned to his apprentice, wondering if the younger tom had detected it as well.

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Leopardsong | Camp | Sablewish (little blu ♥ )
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Leopardsong stretched luxuriously as he exited the warrior's den, the sun's rays rippling along his bengal pelt. Now that his kits were out of the nursery, it seemed as if he had more time to sleep in before duties. While they were still kits, most of his mornings were spent in the nursery, stealing a few moments where he could before patrols. As he padded over to the fresh-kill pile, enjoying the warmth of the dirt underneath his paws, he spotted Batpaw and Nightpaw outside the den. He let out a purr as he picked up a vole and carried it to his mate, pride swelling in his chest. 

"They've gotten so big!" He murmured as he settled down beside the slender black warrior. "It seems like just last moon they were tiny little mites squirming around in the nursery. Now they're catching their own prey." Almost immediately after, he heard a hyper mew come from the apprentice's den, no doubt Cinderpaw, and he shook his head in amusement. "Some things never change, though." He added, though the pride was still unmistakable in his mew. "From the way she goes about things, you'd think there was an entire pack of badgers inside that den." 

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Creekpaw | Camp | Primrosepaw (little blu ♥ )
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Creekpaw was seething as she stormed into camp, clutching two mice in her jaws. Her fur was bristling, and her distress was clear as day to see. She practically flung the prey onto the fresh-kill pile, and spotting her sister, immediately flounced over. "Look at that!" She spat, so angry she was almost hissing. "Two pieces of prey! Two! It would have been three if I hadn't let that stupid pigeon get away! It was right in my paws and I'm sure Kitewing was watching!" To most apprentices, two additions to the fresh-kill pile would be considered a success, but Creekpaw had always been an overachiever. She was her own harshest critic, and while fumbles didn't usually happen, they usually resulted her in her self-destructing. 

"He didn't even say anything after the assessment finished!" She went on. "Just dismissed me and went to see Sweetcloud. He must be angry with me, I'm sure with it!" Her mew pitched into a wail as she shook her head. "This was such an important assessment and I've ruined it!" Her leaf green eyes were wide and troubled. "I said I was going to be leader one day, but at this rate, I won't even become a warrior..." She muttered, turning her gaze towards the ground. Creekpaw had always had lofty expectations, even when she was still a kit. She was a hard worker and studious learner who was more likely to overwork herself to exhaustion than to laze off. Even so, she often found her worst enemy to be herself.

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Russetpaw | Camp | Nightpaw (♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ ), Batpaw (little blu ♥ )
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Russetpaw padded into camp with a large squirrel clamped proudly in her jaws. She placed her prey on the fresh-kill pile, and looked around, spotting Nightpaw and Batpaw, and padded over. "Hey, Nightpaw, Batpaw!" She called out with a friendly purr. "Have you seen my dormouse of a brother? I was going to ask Firebelly if Fallowstream would led us do some battle training together today." She explained. Then, Cinderpaw's excited squeal came out of the apprentice's den, and Russetpaw's whiskers twitched in amusement.

"Looks like there's my answer. Not that I'm surprised." She added, rolling her eyes playfully. Though Adderpaw's affections seemed to still hide from himself, they were more apparent to other apprentices, especially his perceptive sister. "What about you two?" She asked, turning her amber gaze to the younger littermates. "Any fun training planned?" She liked the younger litter. Born only a moon apart, they'd spent nearly their entire nursery days together. Plus, it now meant that Russetpaw and Adderpaw weren't the youngest apprentices anymore, as Splashpaw and Goldpaw seemed to remind her. It was nice to have a little more seniority in the cramped den, though all the litters were close in age, with only three moons separating the oldest litter to the youngest. It would be a while yet before Moonlily's kits were ready to join them.