Reden and Dawnmist 1x1 rp

Silvermist nodded and watched her go. He began to scan the clearing for his kits. He quickly found the three but Aspenpaw and Redpaw were nowhere in sight. He shruged, he was sure they were still off playing somewhere. Quietstorm didn't seem in a rush so he decided to take the time to relax from his chat with Brindlfoot.

For once, Aspenpaw stayed quiet, allowing Redpaw to take the lead. He knew that Owlwing would want the information quickly and Redpaw was the only one who really knew what happened.

Owling had his back turned to the entrance when they came into the den. At the sound of Redpaw's voice, he released a long exasperated sign. He turned to the apprentices, his ears back. "Sure," He said, though his voice was heavy with annoyance at the interruption. "It's not like I have an important job or anything. I have all the time in the world to answer still questions from silly kits." Despite his words, the spotted tom still sat down on his bedding, his tail motioning for the two cats to come and talk with him. "What is it? Make it quick."

Owlwing looked at the two for a moment, then looked away, a releasing a "tch" noise as he stood. "Did Quietstorm never teach you to not eavesdrop?" He asked, going back to his herbs, he needed to make room for new, fresh ones now that the snow had thawed. "You two need to learn to mind your own business- if you want to gossip then go to the elders' den..." he muttered under his breath as he pawed through some odd smelling dried leaves. "Look, Brindlefoot doesn't get to choose if you leave or not. You are all grown up, Aspenpaw, you make your own choices." Owlwing stated, giving geniune advice. Brindlefoot couldn't just waltz out of camp with the kits as she pleased, whether she wanted to or not. "Also, I'm pretty sure I'm the medicine cat here, and that I'm normally the go-to for all of the crazy prophecies and such, not Brindlefoot." The tom added, rolling his eyes. "As for if I have heard anything, last I check you were Redpaw not Redstar. So unless you come back with nine lives, you don't get to ask me foxdung, got it? Now get out and tell Morningpaw that if she isn't back she will be collect mousebile for the next moon." Owlwing barked, flicking his tail to dismiss the two.

Aspenpaw was quick to follow Redpaw out,giving Owlwing a quick "bye" as they turned and left the den almost stepping on dark tortoiseshell's heels as they walk. "I thought he would never stop lecturing us." He whisper, then nodded when Redpaw dismissed himself. He raced over to where his siblings where. "Morningpaw! Owlwing is mad again!" he warned her, almost completely forgetting what Redpaw had warned him about. He glanced around the camp, then looked to his siblings. "Guys... you like it here right?" He asked quietly, not wanting anyone to over hear.

Frostpaw flicked her ear in response. "Opposed to what?" She asked, not really expecting an answer. She didn't even see leaving the clan as an option, it was all that she and her siblings knew after all. She stood up and stretched, looking over towards Moonstar. "We should probably get going before Morningpaw gets in trouble." She said coolly, looking to Duskpaw and Morningpaw to see if they were coming with her. She walked past Aspenpaw and gave him an affection nudge as she passed him as she went to Moonstar, feeling odd to see the dark tabby so anxious.

Silvermist smiled at Redpaw and stood, his tail held high as it almost always was. "There you are!" He purred. "We couldn't find you or Aspenpaw so we assumed you were still playing. Are you ready for training?" He asked, motioning to Aspenpaw in the distance to come join them, wanting to gather the two up before they disappeared again.

Owlwing didn’t look up when Morningpaw entered, focused on removing the oldest dried up herbs from his storage area. He wanted to make sure that the ones that had lower remaining shelf-life due to the many moons of storage were to be used soon as to not become a waste. The moisture in the air causes rot to form quickly, he inspected each plant before placing them in two desperate piles. It was a task that he normally had Morningpaw do, but he wanted to have it done quickly. “Store these- they are to be used first. We will discard them when we are restocked.” He told her, motioning to one of the piles. He didn’t motion to where he wanted her to store them, near the treatment area for easy use, but he assumed she could figure it out after doing this task so often.

Oakpelt stood when he saw Duskpaw, he gave Moonstar a nod before he walked away towards his apprentice. “Duskpaw, I’m going to have you hunt for the clan today.” He told his apprentice. It will be the first time that Duskpaw has placed his new skills to actual use. Oakpelt felt confident in his apprentice, he felt that Duskpaw would also learn better by doing instead of watching. “Prey will be hungry and out, but also nervous.” He advised Duskpaw, guiding the cat towards the stone path that lead to the mainland. It was a decently long journey, but worth it.

Frostpaw nodded. “Yes, Moonstar.” She mewed, her voice was calm but her paws itched with excitement at what she would learn today, she felt determined to do her best. However, what Aspenpaw said still bugged her, he was always so cheerful that seeing him anxious felt wrong to her. “May I ask what we will be doing today?” She asked politely, her voice was feminine and sweet, a contrast to her serious expression.

“Good!” Silvermist purred, taking the lead in front of the others for a moment before allowing the two younger toms to bound ahead of him. “Quietstorm, where would you like to take them?” He asked, eyes remaining on the two apprentices in front of them. “Oakpelt is taking Duskpaw to the mainland forest, there’s a great clearing not far from there.” He added.

Aspenpaw could not keep his excitement inside, he rushed over to Redpaw, nearly knocking the tom over with an affectionate nudge. “Get ready to lose!” He challenged, taking a moment to crouch down in front of his friend, hunches high in the air as if he was about to pounce on the tom. His lack of experience was clear by his poor posture, and he was easily knocked over as Silvermist casually pawed him while passing the two apprentices.

“Hurry up or we will leave you two behind.” The silver tom purred, teasing the two kits as he walked.

(If you want Frostpaw to go to the mainland too, let me know and I'll change it)

Once owlwing was happy with the organization of the den, he gave it was quick glance over, making sure not a leaf was out of place. "Morningpaw." He addressed, glancing over to the apprentice. "I want you to promise me something very important." While he was speaking, he left the den, nodding in greeting to those who walked by. He walked towards the old twoleg half-bridge, deciding to gather some local herbs now that new-leaf has come. Borage, coltsfoot, feverfew and fennel all grew on the island; tomorrow he will set off with an escort and Morningpaw to gather more distant growing herbs. "If you ever have a doubt, even a small one, you are to speak with me." He told her calmly, stopping to look back at her. "If you have a silly dream, or see a rock that looks odd, you tell me." He then turned his attention to the shoreline. "Now, I plan to stay on the island to find herbs-what do you think I'm hoping to find today?"

Oakpelt let out a small purr at Duskpaw's enthusiasm, it was rare for him to show this side to anyone outside his family. The brown cat lead his apprentice forward. "Watch your step, it's still icy. The water seems calm but it can pull even the greatest swimmers under if you are neglectful." He warn the black cat, making sure to keep a close eye on him with each step, ready to pull him back up if needed.

Frostpaw's eyes widened for a moment, proud that she was also getting to go to the mainland. "Hunting is fine, I think it is my weakest skill set at the moment." She responded, looking at her paws as they walked, feeling a bit embarrassed at her excitement. She looked up as she saw the three toms ahead of them, racing around. She narrowed her eyes at their backs, as if silently commanding them to be more mindful of their surroundings. Unlike them, she took each step with surefootedness, not wanting to slip into the freezing waters below.

Aspenpaw playfully growled at Redpaw, "Let's make a bet then!" He suggested, his blue eyes wide with excitement as he spoke, he thought Redpaw would make for a great rival, and he was determined to win. "Loser has to...take all the winner's bedding clearing duties until the next full moon!" He suggested.

(No worries! Sorry it took me so long, I wanted to have the group rps responded to first so that I wasn't delaying a bunch of people haha)

Owlwing was about to correct his apprentice, but he purred when she had corrected herself. He nodded happy with the answers she gave him. "Correct, now let's go collect a decent amount, then I will show you how to dry and store them." He told her, heading towards where the herbs tended to grow. There was an okay amount, not a lot, but enough to get them closer to how stocked up he normally liked to be.

Oakpelt took the apprentice deep into the woods, stopping when he reached a large oak tree, much taller than every other tree in the forest. "Take a good look at this tree, this is our meeting mark. I will stay quite close to you, but if you get lost, I want you to come here." He told his apprentice, sitting down watching Duskpaw to make sure he was listen. "I can find you if you get too lost, but you should be able to use your own senses to find this tree, even without it's height."

Frostpaw looked to her mentor for a moment, not the clan? she thought to herself. She always thought that she had been expected to put the clan before herself. She thought back to what Aspenpaw had said, but they were already nearing the forest edge. The silver cat looked at the tree line, then back at Moonstar expectantly, awaiting for her instructions.

Redpaw laughed at Redpaw's excitement and raced after him. As they reached the clearing, the dark tabby pounced onto Redpaw, bringing him to the ground before racing ahead. "Oppss! Sorry" He teased with a purr, reaching the clearing first. "You better step up your game if you want to win Redpaw!" He growled playfully, bouncing on his paws.

Silvermist watched the two then looked back to Quietstorm. He almost mentioned the time they spent as apprentices, but remembering Foxspots had stopped him. "I'm sure they will say the same thing when they become apprentices." He purred, slowing down his pace as they reached the clearing. "You two will be out of energy before we even start at this right." He mewed, indicating for the two apprentices calm down before he would begin their lessons.

Owlwing said nothing, he glanced to be sure that she was harvesting the herbs correctly from a distance, but began to gather other herbs himself, not wanting to waste time. She seemed to be doing a good job from what he saw. He walked over to the willow tree, and pulled some young branches down, bringing them over to Morningpaw. It wasn't as good as ivy for carrying herbs, but it was better than nothing. "bend the branch until it's pliable, then you can use it to wrap up herbs. Make sure you tie it tighTly- I want nothing to be wasted." He explained as he demonstrated to her.

Oakpelt kept close watch on Duskpaw as they hunted, making sure to keep a good distance away as to not distract the apprentice- though if Duskpaw paid attention, he would be aware of his presence. The apprentice was still rather new, and Oakpelt did not want to allow any prey to slip away. Whenever Duckpaw would hide some prey, Oakpelt would go check. He was happy with the markings, minimal, proper killing bites. Duskpaw was on his way to become a fine hunter, especially for his age.

Frostpaw nodded. "Yes, Moonstar." She glanced around the tree line, she then looked back to Moonstar before leading the way confidently. She keep an eye out for owl nests, knowing that would be a good sign that prey would be found- she remembered how Silvermist seemed to mentor them while they were still kits- telling them tips, play fighting, letting them attack him as if his tail was prey. They were fun memories, but only when she became an apprentice did she come to realize that he had been attempting to give them an advantage. When she found an owl nest that was clearly still in use, she turned to her mentor. "I would like to hunt here."

"Listen to your mentor and mother." Aspenpaw retorted with a giggle, sitting close to his friend as he eagerly watched their mentors.

"Alright you two, enough." Silvermist purred, he then looked to Quietstorm. "Since there's four of us. We could do some partner fighting." He suggested. Feeling that Aspenpaw and Redpaw would learn well if they worked together. "What do you think partner?" He added with a friendly nudge.

Owlwing nodded, now several fox lengths away. "One more bundle that size, never harvest everything, only take what you think you'll need." He told her. While they did have some old herbs to be used up, it was far from wasteful. He expected to have them all traded or used up within the next moon. He gathered any bundles into a neat pile, inspecting each one, including his own. "Make sure you tie the branch a little tighter." He told her, unconcerned. He just wanted to avoid having freshly harvested herbs wasted. "I'll start bringing these back, once you finished that bundle, go to the den." He ordered, taking a few bundles into his mouth before walking away.

Oakpelt glanced at Duskpaw's pile, and nodded in approval. "Mice are very popular within the clan, good job." He purred, then he walked away, indicating with his tail for the black cat to follow, he lead him to a different brush and used his paw to move the leaves and allow Duskpaw to look. There sat a thrush, two mice, a rabbit and three shrews. "It's important to try to search for different prey, even ones you aren't used to hunting. When prey is scarce we have to be confident in our abilities to hunt whatever we can." He told Duskpaw, moving is paw when he felt the apprentice was done looking. "You are doing very well, you hunt better than most your age." He added, feeling proud. "Let's hunt a little more. I want you to catch one bird."

Frostpaw nodded, quickly, she took in her surroundings and then disappeared into the forest, the scent of the owl nest engraved into her mind. She stalked silently in the undergrowth, focusing on everything her mentor and father had taught her. She spotted a shrew only a few tail lengths away. Holding her breath, she crept forward, leaping onto the creature. It released a squeak before she silenced it. She hissed under her breath, she had hesitated too long and now all the prey in the area will be aware of her presence. After burying her prey, she ventured away from where she was, taking note of her surroundings before she found indications of more prey, she went back into a crouch, ready to continue her hunt.

Silvermist grinned in an almost childish manner, the resemblance he had to Aspenpaw was suddenly shocking. "I have an idea, a good one." He told her then looked at the two apprentices. "They will go against us, but no verbal communication." He suggested. "You will have difficultly defending yourself and your partner if you enemy knows you every move." He glanced to the she-cat beside him, silently asking if she was ready to begin.

(I'm pretty sure they don't ACTUALLY dry out the herbs but I'm doing it anyway haha)

Owlwing nodded and muttered to himself for a moment, before placing his attention back on Morningpaw. "Good." He stated, he went and and gathered some ivy, much more flexible than the branches the herbs were currently wrapped in. "The fennel will be wrapped by the stem and hung." He told her as he demonstrated, watching her copy him. "The the rest will taken apart and the useful parts will be dried on that rock." He told her, inspecting her work before hanging up each wrapping of fennel she completed.

Oakpelt purred, pleased when he saw his apprentice catch the bird, he silently continued to hunt, wanting to allow his apprentice to enjoy his knew found confidence.

Silvermist laughed and rolled, pinning his attacker. He gave her a playful look, proud of his quick reaction. He was caught off guard however, when Aspenpaw tackled him off of the she-cat.

Aspenpaw chose to race around his friend, giving the tom a teasing look was he raced past, not wanting to be the loser, he knew he had to also help defend Quietstorm. He tackled his father boldly, causing the silver tom to stumble off Quietstorm, while still remaining on his feet. He was ready to rear up his paws and swipe at the larger cat.

Silvermist backed away from Aspenpaw quickly, and glanced to Redpaw, wanting his apprentice to come pin the distracted apprentice. Aspenpaw was his son, but Silvermist would not go easy on him.

(I'm just doing Silver, aspen and owl for now to make my life easier haha)

Owlwing ran in and out of the den often, occasionally checking on his apprentice's work before racing to another part of camp. He was beginning to wonder how he had managed to preform all of his tasks without an apprentice for so long. He was rather distracted by his running around, and hadn't noticed how concerned Morningpaw was.

Silvermist was proud of Redpaw's pounce, while he didn't stick the landing, it was a great improvement from before. The tom turned his attention back to Quietstorm, crouched down as he circled her, waiting for an opening.


Aspenpaw squeeled when he was pounced on, releasing a laugh when Redpaw stumbled. Grabbing onto his friend with sheathed paws, the cat proceeded to kick at Redpaw with his hind legs, pinning the cat to himself as he did so. The dark tabby would hardly think of this as training, it was very similar to how they played all the time. Perhaps the two were just natural born warriors. When Aspenpaw was happy with his kicked, he attempted to roll to pin down his friend as he had seen Silvermist do earlier.

Silvermist was impressed by Quietstorm's attack, she was very agile. The tom made sure to make note of that. The silver cat reared up onto his hindlegs, not wanting roll onto his back in case it would hurt the she-cat. When he managed to shake her off, he looked back as her and laughed. Quickly, he pounced on the she-cat again, taking a moment to look away from her to observe the two apprentices, checking their forms. She was glad to see that Redpaw was doing as he had been taught.

Aspenpaw released a playful growl, caught off guard by his friend's movement. He quickly rushed forward, swiping at the cat with his front paws, staying light on his paws. He tried to be mindful of his movements and watched Redpaw closely, not wanting to be caught off guard again.

Owlwing quickly walked over the herbs, giving Morningpaw an approving bids before grabbing some poppy seeds from the back of the den. “You’re rping well.” He told her as he walked past her, glad to have her preforming this task. The spotted tom made his way to the clearing where Brindlefoot was. Despite not liking the she-cat, he always remained professional once she was part of the clan, his position did not allow him to be biased. “I have some poppyseeds for you to take before you sleep tonight.” He told her, placing the exact amount she needed in front of her. “Silvermist told me that you had a nightmare.” He said explained, taking a moment to examine her. “You seem well rested.” He added.

Silvermist signed dramatically, taking another chance to glance at the two young cats across the clearing. As he looked, he heard Aspenpaw’s call.

“Silvermist, Redpaw broke the rules and talked!” Aspenpaw shouted in an exaggerated, tattletale tone. He gave Redpaw a teasing look, prepared to get pounced on again.

Silvermist laughed then looked to Quietstorm, silently agreeing that maybe her comment about the two toms being more energetic than the average apprentice had been correct.

Owlwing's tail thumped onto the ground after she spoke. "Don't be a waste of good herbs." He told her, indicating that he fully expected her to take the poppy seeds before she sleeps tonight. There was a brief moment of silence before he spoke again. "Nightmares normally reflect a cat's true thoughts and feelings." He told her; he suspected that she had lied to Silvermist. The she-cat ignored her kits and former mate, and only when she wanted something did she talk to Silvermist. He had seen his friend bend over backwards to keep her happy, especially when she had been expecting. Perhaps she had thought she could live her whole life being pampered by the tom, then when she realized she was expected to pull her own weight did she retreat and become a recluse. Clan life wasn't easy, healthy cats starved to keep the young, old and sick fed. It was different from the world Brindlefoot had been a part of before the kits. "Sometimes even intentions." He added, looking at the she-cat with a stern gaze. "If you have more of them, talk to me. Silvermist isn't your mate anymore, it shouldn't be his burden to carry." Owlwing then stood, still watching the cat. "That goes double for the kits. Have a good day Brindlefoot. I hope you can rest well tonight." The tabby gave her a nod farewell, amber eyes still narrowed before he walked back to the den.


Silvermist laughed and nodded, laying beside her. "We could feed two clans if we did." He mewed in agreement, watching the apprentices as they tussled in the sandy dirt. "So much for a training session, it became more of a play date." He added with another light-hearted laugh. The tom stood, he shook his body, causing a cloud of sand to fall back onto the earth beneath him. "Perhaps we could try to hunt on our way back?" He suggested, looking at the she-cat as he wanted for her opinion. He then glanced to Redpaw and Aspenpaw. "Alright you two, it's a draw. Clean yourselves off!"

Owlwing stirred in his sleep, slowly opening his eyes as the rays of the morning sun poured into the den. Silently, he stretched before quickly grooming himself. Without delaying any further, he stood and walked over to the herbs that had been left out to dry, inspecting them to ensure that they were drying correctly. He shifted a few of the flowers and leaves to allow for more room on the stone. He planned to take Morningpaw to the mainland to collect more herbs not found on the island. He had wanted to trade some last night, but Silvermist came back to camp rather late. When the tom was finished, he looked to his apprentice, deciding it would be best to wake her up. The journey to the main land was long so she needed to be awake and ready quickly. "Morningpaw." He called, poking her gently with his forepaw. He narrowed his eyes, noticing that she seemed to be stirring in her sleep.