Cinderclan We rose from the ashes!

Can Echopaw be older please. We already have a last kit born in the clan. 9 moons or older please and thank you.)

Who will mentor him?

please use parentheses or brackets at the end of your out of context dialogue. I will have to look and see who is open. I will get back to you on that asap. Alot of us are in college or school so we might not answer right away.)

Edit to add Redjaw nimble 's character will be his mentor)

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Jademist
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just the last time skip. So Lizardtail and Cloudpaw would still be talking.)

Birchpaw resists the urge to let out a sigh. Anytime he sighed Oakleaf would get on to him. One time he had to do a couple of laps before heading back to camp. "Yes Oakleaf!" He looks back to the tree and runs over doing the same thing he did last time except to push off the tree a little more.

Redjaw was sitting in the corner of warrior's den when she felt a presence. she turned around and saw her apprentice Echopaw. She smiled and got up on her feet and mewed a greeting to the young tom. "How are you this fine day Echopaw? Are you ready for your training?"

Oakleaf watched the two practice. He was pleased that Birchpaw was finally doing the move correctly after a few tries. Granted he wouldn't ever admit it verbally to his apprentice, that will just make the young cat lazy, praise didn't help a cat grow their skills, criticism did.

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Mothcreek padded across the forest floor, taking long, slow, leisurely, steps. She she-cat had no place in particular to be but had something in mind. Her ear's swiveled back and forth, listening to the sounds around her. She was still very aware of her surroundings, despite the very relaxed and careless language her body spoke. Morning dew brushed from the crass and soaked into the creamy color fur of her paws, every now and again a droplet would fall from tree leaves above and she would lick it from her nose delicately. Mothcreek was heading toward Crowley's home. The she-cat never partook in the crunch brown rocks he called food, but she didn't mind his company and the roughly enjoyed the strange smells that often wafted from the cabin early in the morning. Sometimes the smells were bitter and herbal, sometimes sweet and warm, or burnt and fleshy. That smell always reminded her of the black parts of their territory, the parts that were slowly trying too find life again after the tragedy that swallowed it.

She could see him now, Crowley, sitting facing the forest, but the she-cat had come up along the side of the cabin, and for a good, light hearted reason. She dropped silently into a hunting crouch, cool blue eyes trained on the tom'a fluffy tail, waving back and forth as he settle back into a seat after turning in a circle. Her hunches wiggled as she took silent steps forward, stalking closer to her "prey".

Sootwing shuffled his paws. It was worrying that Cedarsong didn't know what exactly caused the she-cat's untimely death. "Of course. I'll come see you if I feel different." He reassured the tom. An anxious feeling dwelled upon him; what if it was contagious? They didn't know. He couldn't stress too much about it right now either. They had to do what they came here for. The warrior helped the medicine cat to dig a proper grave for Flora. He hadn't done this before so he wasn't sure how big it should be.

Being a kittypet Crowley wasn't much for paying close attention to his surroundings and he didn't know Mothcreek was coming up on him. He sat staring at the forest and humming to himself. His owner was in the den cooking something up that smelled sweet and tangy but he payed no mind to the scent. He preferred the deep musk of the trees and earth. With the sharp scent of grass that was beneath him he stretched and turned facing further away from the warrior coming up on him.

Mothcreek's ears angered backward, swaying from side to side on her hunches as she knelt, belly to the earth, watching Crowley intently. She crept as close as she could, only 4 or so tail lengths away. The kitty pets witch wasn't much for keeping the grass short, the tall stalks allowed Mothcreek, even with her pale pelt to go unseen. The she pushed her energy into the muscles in her hind legs and she kept at Crowley with a loud, playful "Grrraaawwwwllll". But she missed the tom completly, barely batting at his ears. She sailed over his head, twisted to hit the ground with her shoulder and roll onto her back, 2 mouse lengths from Crowley's front paws. All the while she laughed. She found it enjoyable, how easy it was to sneak up on the tom and his laid back kitty pet nature had kept her safe so far, from any sort of bitter or vengeful hissing or scratching. Some of her clan mates would have given her a good scratch across the nose for jumping up behind them like that.
"Did I scare you?" she purred, turning off her back to lay stretched out across the earth, ears angled toward Crowley intently.

Burntfoots eye's blinked open as a stream of sun peered through the broken cabin window and managed to lay right across his face. His muzzle wrinkled with discontent and her groaned, shielding his face with a giant paw. He muttered something indignant about the sunshine and laid there for another moment before moving his paw away and blinking against the harsh light as his eyes adjusted. He watch flecks of dust dance in the intense yellow beam, his ears flickering as he heard voices about, birds in the trees, cats talking with one another. The space next to him where his sister often curled up was empty and cold. Making it clear she had been gone for sometime. "I must find myself a more loyal bed partner," his scratchy, sleepy voice spoke into air. He lifted his head and stretched out his front paws. His claws unsheathed and curled outward with his stretch. He yawned widely, running his tongue over his jaws.

sorry ive been sick will respond in a bit so soo sorry)