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![]() *Smew* (#54920) Dreamboat of Ladies View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-06 07:09:24 |
Prologue Character SheetsNo thread generated. The original poster of this RP thread will be able to generate one for this feature.![]() Edited on 06/04/16 @ 14:56:41 by *Smew* (#54920) |
Cervicorn [G1 Ice Ennedi] (#33076) Lone Wanderer View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-06 13:20:19 |
Shadestorm | Tom | 40 Moons | Deputy | ShadowClan ![]() Edited on 08/04/16 @ 08:32:17 by Saber (#33076) |
Sheba; Sáracen (#52208) King of the Jungle View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-07 00:36:42 |
Dewkit || Female || Kit - 6 Moons || Thunderclan Camp || Mentions: Frostpaw, Silverleaf (indirectly) Dewkit gave a weak meow and scrambled against the ground, reaching for the warmth of her mother and siblings. She let out a low cry as she searched, until her head hit the warm fur. She fell asleep again curled against her mother. Alderheart || 52 Moons || Female || Thunderclan Medicine Cat || Thunderclan Camp || Metnions: Silverhawk, Nightmask, Vultureflight Alderheart yawned, stretching leisurely and flexing her claws in the dirt. The familiar scent of herbs and other ailments met her nostrils, and once again, she made a silent prayer of thanks to StarClan for guiding her here so long ago. I should go see if Silverhawk is awake, she thought drowsily as she got up to her feet. They hadn't had much time together yet, so Aderheart was just as nervous every day. As she padded out from her den, she spotted Nightmask lounging in the sun. "Good morning, Nightmask," she greeted the warrior, padding over to her. Meowing followed by the soft sound of paws hitting the ground in rapid succession made her jump, and she turned just in time to see vulturelfight running at full speed out from the den. "What stung him?" She meowed, chuckling slightly. Talonpaw || 8 Moons || Tom || Apprentice || Thunderclan Camp || Mentions: Strikeheart, Fallenpaw Talonpaw rolled over, his gray fur now smeared with a ight brown dust. He let out a sneeze, whiskers twithing as he watched the powdered earth rise into the air and fall slowly back down again, the sunlight making the particles look shining and brilliant. He jumped as a head peeked into the den, meowing harshly. A light coud of dust fel on the warrior's head, making him sneeze and glare at Talonpaw. "Strikeheart! Uh, I don't think Fallenpaw is awake quite yet," he stamered, staring up at the big tom. "Well, why don't you go ahead and wake her up? Tell her to come to the small clearing outside camp. She can follow my trace." With that, the head retreated and Strikeheart headed for the forest. "Fallenpaw, hey, wake up! Strikeheart is looking for you!" he meowed to the apprentice, nudging her head. Strikeheart || 70 Moons || Tom || Thunderclan Warrior || Thunderclan Camp || Mentions: Alderheart, Nightmask, Vultureflight, Talonpaw, Fallenpaw Strikeheart padded out from his den, alert as usual. He had always prided himself on his ability to shake off sleep, to be alert at all times. To him, it was one of the most important characteristics a Warrior could posess. A warrior must be ready to act immediately. Looking around himself, he glanced for any abnormalities, but could only see Nightmask and the rogue. He narrowed his eyes at her, still uncomfortable with having her around. It wasn't all that long ago since she had pranced into their territory, claiming to be lost, and made the other warrior step on his authority. A blur of fur whisked past him and he whirled around, ready to give chase, when he recognized the cat. Juts Vultureflight being uncharacteristically hyper in the early morning. Whiskers twitching disapprovingly, his mood already foul, he headed towards the apprentices' den to look for Fallenpaw. He might as well bring him out to show him some more of the territory when he was first headed out. "Fallenpaw, we're going on a patroll!" he meowed into the den, trying not to sound too harsh. A gray tom looked back at him, and he elt otu a sneeze as the apprentice's rolling whirled up a cloud of dust. "Uh, i d-don't think Fallenpaw is awake yet," Talonpaw stammered. His whiskers twitched. "Well, why don't you go ahead and wake her for me? Tell her to come to the small clearing outside camp, she can follow my scent," he barked out. And with that, he turned and padded toward the forest. He could hear the apprentice meowing eagerly to convey his message behind him. ![]() Edited on 07/04/16 @ 10:37:43 by Sheba; Sáracen (#52208) |
*Smew* (#54920)
Dreamboat of Ladies View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-07 03:15:20 |
Froststar Ω 84 moons Ω Tom Ω Leader Ω Thunderclan camp Ω Mentions: Silverhawk (NPC). Froststar was located in a warm, green, lush forest. Large bees hummed lazily around, landing on bright yellow dandelions. The sun’s rays dappled the forest floor and his snowy white pelt. Countless of cat scents drifted around, mixed with the delicious smell of juicy prey. He jumped as a beautiful, silver tabby she-cat hurled out of a nearby bush, making Froststar leap into the air with surprise. A squirrel that was just a mouse-length away from the Starclan warrior’s paws scooted up a tree. The she-cat hissed with frustration. Froststar let her fur lie flat on her shoulders as his beloved mate turned around. “Ah, there you are!” she purred and trotted towards him, nuzzling her mate gently. A loud purr rose in both cats’ throats. Silverhawk drew herself away from Froststar. “Oh, my love. I would not want to be in your paw steps now,” she murmured, looking from Froststar’s ears down to his paws. Froststar tipped his head to the side. “Silverhawk, what do you mean?” he asked warily, his delight for seeing his mate again slowly drifting away. “You have a difficult path ahead of you. But I hope with all my heart that you’ll do well,” Silverhawk murmured and stepped towards him and rested her chin on Froststar’s head. Froststar felt a cold tingle spread through his body, making him shudder. There was nothing of the usual warmth at her touch, as if dying had made her body cold. “But before you leave, I want you to remember the prophecy.” Silverhawk closed her eyes. But when she opened her starlit, shining orbs, they blazed like the whole of Silverpelt, and the air became drier and darker around them, shadows forming behind the trees. The bees stopped humming and everything went still. But when she began speaking, shrieks sounded in a distance. Horrified shrieks of cats in terrible pain. “Fear the bond of blood, for that will be the threat of death.” Her voice seemed to run in circles around Froststar, echoing strangely into the trees. Silverhawk closed her eyes and her body was set ablaze by flames. Froststar screeched in fear and shock and leaped back. His mate’s body was burning in icy blue flames. The fire made the form of a giant jaw with thorn sharp teeth. The flaming jaws stretched open and dived towards Froststar, who lay crouching on the soft forest floor, pelt spiked. But less than a heartbeat before the jaws snapped around his body, his eyes flew open in his den and he jolted awake. His body shook and his pelt was fluffed out so he looked twice his size. He sighed. It had been yet another nightmare. He curled into a tighter ball and snuggled deeper into the soft moss of his nest. This prophecy had been following him since the rogues and the foxes started to threaten the clans around the lake, but he'd never had a vision so vivid. He closed his eyes, but sleep wouldn't come again. Admitting defeat, he heaved himself to his paws and headed out of his den, tail high in the air. A warm sunshine met him, shining down onto the highledge. It was almost sunhigh, and the camp was already busy like a bees' nest. Pride surged through him as he sat down, gazing down at his clan. Hawkstorm Ω 25 moons Ω Tom Ω Warrior Ω Thunderclan camp Ω Mentions: Rowanflame, Froststar, Briarpaw, Ravenheart. Hawkstorm padded out of the warriors' den. The sky was milky pale, the last warriors of Starclan fading, not to return until night took over the forest once again. Only a slight wind whistled through the trees and the sun was slowly rising above the treetops. He took a deep breath, letting the smell of newleaf bathe his tongue. He looked around himself. The grass beneath his paws was turning green, all snow had melted into the earth. Leaves were popping out of their buds and flowers sprouting in all the colors imaginable. The honeysuckle the elders sheltered in was in full bloom, its scent filling the clearing with a wonderful smell. He dipped his head to Strikeheart as the grumpy tom passed him. He shook his tabby pelt before looking up at the highledge where his father was sitting, his chin proudly raised and the wind buffeting his long pelt. I'll be sitting there one day. Hawkstorm decided. No matter how I achieve it. For a moment, he was shocked by the fierceness of his ambitions, but he shook it off before hurrying to the steep tumble of rocks and leaped up to his father. Up here, it was windier and Hawkstorm fought to keep his balance. "Anything special you want me to do today?" he asked his father. If he was ever to become deputy, he had to be helpful, and show his father that he was worth being deputy. He glanced swiftly down at Rowanstorm. Only if I can get rid of him though. He looked back at his father who was gazing at him, his blazing yellow eyes looking troubled, a dark shadow hovering in their depths. "Yes, it would be wonderful if you could help Ravenheart with Briarpaw today. We need to work on his battle skills," he mewed. Hawkstorm dipped his head. "Consider it done," he murmured before bounding down again. Ravenheart Ω 25 moons Ω She-cat Ω Warrior Ω Thunderclan camp Ω Mentions: Mintwhisker, Briarpaw and Hawkstorm. “Ravenheart! It’s sunhigh already! You have a apprentice, if you hadn’t noticed.” Mintwhisker prodded Crystalwhisker hard, a hint of claws in it. “Hey, stop that,” Ravenheart hissed and shoved her off. She stood up, stretching. Glaring at Mintwhisker as she passed the senior warrior, she picked her way through the nests that dotted the den floor. She squeezed through the entrance, digging her claws into the soft soil as she pressed her chest to the ground, stretching. Her tail curled over her back, the tail tip nearly touching the shoulder blades. She padded over to the apprentices’ den, tail flicking. “Where’s Briarpaw?” she asked through the entrance. “He’s waiting for you at the training hollow,” Larkpaw replied from inside. Ravenheart bounded away towards the barrier entrance. Biarpaw sat in the middle of the clearing, his tail tucked neatly around his paws. Ravenheart dropped into a battle crouch. She sneaked cautiously forward, placing each paw carefully in front of the other. Then, she let out a shriek before leaping onto Briarpaw who screeched with surprise. He rolled on his back and tried to bat at her with his front paws. Ravenheart dodged his blows and pinned him down. “Always keep your ears pricked,” she mewed and stepped off him. “Not so glad with your reflects though. How do you plan on getting away from someone that has pinned you down, flailing your paws like that?” she continued and scratched her ear with a left hind paw. “I thought you were a rogue or something!” he spat angrily, glaring at his mentor. “Rogue? Where?” Hawkstorm hissed as he exploded from the undergrowth and pelted into the hollow. “It’s okay. I was testing Briarpaw for reflexes.” Ravenheart meowed and stood up, shaking her pelt. Briarpaw snorted. "What are you doing here?" he grumbled at the giant tabby tom. Hawkstorm padded over to him and towered above the apprentice. He bared his fangs threatingly before whipping around and facing his sister. Ravenheart lifted her chin. "Froststar asked me to help you train Briarpaw. He's not exactly happy with the way he's coming out, and Larkpaw and Hollypaw could defeat him with their eyes closed," he told her. Ravenheart snorted. "I'm pretty sure our father didn't say it like that," she murmured, gazing at her brother. But Hawkstorm ignored her. "I've already thought out some moves we could try..." Ravenheart stopped listening and rolled her eyes, glancing at Briarpaw with amusement sparking in the depths of her emerald green eyes. Snowkit Ω 6 moons Ω Tom Ω Kit Ω Thunderclan camp Ω Mentions: Snowkit wriggled with excitement. "We're 6 moons old today, right, mother?" he asked Silverleaf, bounding over to her. Silverleaf nodded. "That's right, little one," she purred. "It'll be strange going back to the warrior duties," WIP (Snowkit.) I just wanted to post for Ravenheart, Froststar and Hawkstorm, but I'll finish Snowkit either today or tomorrow c: ![]() |
Sheba; Sáracen (#52208) King of the Jungle View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-07 03:36:32 |
((Pretty sure Silverhawk is Neptune's character, she's also Alderheart's apprentice, not an NPC :o unless i missed something xD also, i need to change Dewkit's age, oops xD)) ![]() Edited on 07/04/16 @ 10:38:06 by Sheba; Sáracen (#52208) |
NeptuneNebula (#64036)
![]() Bone Collector View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-07 04:32:54 |
(Oh yes I'm SIlverhawk's owner, I take it as completely fine for using him as an NPC if needed, oh and, SIlverhawk's a he c;) ![]() |
Teaminka (#73506)
Remarkable View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-07 05:33:28 |
Cloudstar~F~Leader~Shadowclan Mentions: Shadowclan Camp I held on to the last lingering feeling of the pelt against mine. The room felt cold once the last traces were gone from my den. I flattened my ears, before raising my head and looking at the spot the figure had been. I sighed, before pulling myself out of my nest in a stretch, pricking my ears as I did. I flicked my ears at the seemingly quite camp, except for some snoring of sleeping cats. I slowly walked forward, unsheathing my claws as I did. "There better be patrols out, or someone's hide is mine!" I hissed as I stepped into the light and looked down at the few cats in the clearing. Shadowrunner~F~Warrior~Shadowclan Mentions: Shadestorm I picked out a decent sized toad from the, admittedly small, fresh kill pile. And trotted toward the medicine den, slowing to a walk as I grew nearer. I waved my tail in greeting to Shadestorm, and muffled a greeting as I was close enough, before placing the toad before him, "How you feeling today?" I asked gently, knowing the incident is hard for him to take, though he probably doesn't want to show it. My head flicked toward Cloudstar's den as movement could be heard inside. Her blue eyes shown fiercely in the short dark tunnel that lead to her den. Her claws gleamed as the light hit them just right as she neared the entrance of her den, before hissing her warning. "She looks a little thin." I remarked allowed subconsciously. I gave Shadestorm an apologetic look, and a touch to his side wit my tail lightly. "I'm going to lead a hunting patrol." I added softly, before reluctantly walking over to the warrior's den, giving a nod to Cloudstar when I saw her heated gaze fixed on me. Condorpaw~M~Apprentice~Shadowclan I gave a hefty snort, getting the leaf off my nose that undoubtedly got attracted by my snoring. I tucked my nose back under my paw, and closed my eyes. My chest started in its familiar rumble of the start of my snoring as I drifted into slumber. (Short) Badgersong~M~Warrior~Shadowclan~ I flattened my ears as that annoying snoring started from the apprentice again. I gave a low growl as I got up from my nest, and tramped out of the warrior's den, receiving a hiss when I stepped on someone's tail. I'm going to give this apprentice a piece of my mind. (Short) Ravenfeather~F~Warrior~Thunderclan I ran into camp carrying a squirrel, and racing Doveblossom to the pile. It's a usual game we play between us, and it helps the clan, so no harm done, right? I put an extra burst of speed into the last stretch, before zooming into camp. I slowed to a stop, not wanting to kick dust up in camp, and dropped my squirrel on the pile. I pricked my ears, hearing someone come down from the ledge, and glanced to see Hawkstorm coming down. My face got a little hot from how childish I had just acted, when another sound arouse in the early morning. It was a thumping kind of noise. I looked over my shoulder to see a dust cloud coming to camp, headed right for me. The figure hit me, sending us over the fresh kill pile, luckily, and bouncing a few tail lengths, before the figure finally landed on me as we came to a stop. I groaned and blinked the dust out of my eyes, to see a very familiar white pelt with a grey tail. "Doveblossom!" I hissed looking back at her, She gave the best smile she could through the squirrel she had managed to keep a hold of. I pulled myself from under her, and gave myself a good shake, and she put the squirrel on the pile, before looking at me with a sorrowful look. "Te til got caught in my legs..." She whispered. I glanced at Hawkstorm, before gaining myself again. "I;m going to go get a drink." I said, before calmly walking out of camp. Doveblossom~F~Warrior~Thunderclan I looked after Ravenfeather as she walked out of camp with a calm composure. I flattened my ears, embarrassed, before heading to the nursery. I'll be out of sight for a while there, and Silverleaf might like to have more than just her kits for company, especially with how excited they are these days. (Short) Spiderkit~M~Kit~Thunderclan I perked up hearing my brother mentions our age, and how we would be apprentices any day now. I peaked from behind my mother at Snowkit "Then we get to go hunt, and kill prey, an go see the territory!" I exclaimed. I took my opportunity and playfully launched myself at him. ![]() Edited on 07/04/16 @ 15:15:56 by Teaminka (#73506) |
Teaminka (#73506)
Remarkable View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-07 05:37:10 |
Usa-san (#2703)
King of the Jungle View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-07 07:35:31 |
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NeptuneNebula (#64036)
![]() Bone Collector View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-07 07:58:32 |
Silverhawk ✯ 28 Moons ✯ Male ✯ Medicine cat ✯ Thunderclan ✯ Medicine cat den - Thunderclan camp ✯ Mentions: Alderheart (Just when I was about to hit reply my cat decided to crawl up on the keyboard and click on one of my bookmarks, yay for orange fat cats) Silverhawk silently arose from his sleep, continuously blinking his hues until he adjusting to the daytime's light, a yawn emitting from him as he slowly stepped up from the ground, shaking off a small piece of moss that was stuck along his frontal leg. The tom crept out of the den to slowly get used to being out in the light, usually staying behind in the den and making sure the herbs were in tip top shape, glancing behind his shoulder before leaving the den entirely. "Alderheart?" He muttered, making sure his tone didn't echo throughout the camp, as he had a lonely, yet quiet nature. (Sorry if I'm a bit off, I'm the kind of person who uses advanced roleplay, like optics, appendage, audits, form, poles, cleavers, such anatomy words) ![]() Edited on 07/04/16 @ 15:20:25 by ✨NeptuneNebula✨ (#64036) |
*Smew* (#54920)
Dreamboat of Ladies View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-07 08:32:40 |
(There's another Silverhawk. She is Froststar's dead mate and Ravenheart's and Hawkstorm's mother (you can see everything about her on Froststar's application) c: I'm at the stables but I will try to reply asap, just when I get to my laptop, even though it's late and I'm very tired.) ![]() |
NeptuneNebula (#64036)
![]() Bone Collector View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-07 08:52:03 |
(Oh really? I must've forgotten, I've already had more changes to Silverhawk and at this time (Even though it's only 4:50 PM for me) I probably won't ask for any changes of his name, although if it makes more sense to, I guess we could, but since your tired I guess not now.) ![]() |
Aldwyn (#55660)
Untitled View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-07 11:49:10 |
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Sheba; Sáracen (#52208) King of the Jungle View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-07 16:17:55 |
Alderheart || 52 Moons || Thunderclan Medicine Cat || Thunderclan Camp || Female "Ah, Silverhawk, you're awake," she meowed joyfully as she padded over to the apprentice. "Today we're going into the forest, a bit further than we've been going before, there are some herbs i want to show you," she said. Sitting down, she gave her paw a few quick licks. //Fat ornge cat wants to be a character too o.o haha// Talonpaw || 8 Moons || Tom || Apprentice- Warrior || Thunderclan Sure thing, Buzzardtail!" He meowed as another head poked into the den. He looked at the vanishing tom for a few moments before turning once again to Fallenpaw. "Hey, wake up already, don't be a snoozyfluff! Strikeheart's looking for you," he meowed again. With a last nudge at Fallenpaw, he turned and darted out from the den and looked around for Vultureflight or Buzzardtail. Buzzardtail was standing in the camp together with some of the other cats, and even though he couldn't see his mentor, he caught a whiff of him and started following it. As he walked out, he saw Strikeheart glaring at him, and sensing the older cat's coming question, he meowed; "i tried, but Fallenpaw is a heavy sleeper! Maybe you'll have to carry her yourself," he teased. The warrior frowned, his eyes hard like granite, and he knew he had gone too far. "Uh.. Vultureflight's looking for me, see ya!" And he bounded off to take cover behind a rock. Dewkit || 6 Moons || Thunderclan || Nursing Den "What if... We'll maybe get our mentors today! Mom, is that true? Is it?" She meowed, words coming out of her mouth rapidly in her excitement. "Watch it!" She meowed in protest as Spiderkit leapt onto Snowkit, and she backed away a little. Strikeheart || 70 Moons || Tom || Thunderclan Warrior || Thunderclan camp "Morning, Buzzardflight," he meowed, stopping briefly to see him approaching the apprentices' den. Shortly after he walked out again, with Talonpaw following a little after. He could see no sign of his apprentice, however. The gray tom seemed to sense his disapproval, and babbled out a series pf excuses before he leaped behind a rock, doubtlessly to hide. kits, he thought grumpily as he sat down. He'd wait there for Fallenpaw; if Talonpaw failed to convey his message, the apprentice wouldn't know where to look. ![]() |
Sheba; Sáracen (#52208) King of the Jungle View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-07 16:22:56 |
Double post >.< lioden went Nope on me -.- ![]() Edited on 07/04/16 @ 23:25:26 by Sheba; Sáracen (#52208) |
*Smew* (#54920)
Dreamboat of Ladies View Forum Posts ![]() Posted on 2016-04-08 00:53:49 |
(You don't need to change Silverhawk's name ^.^ If you go to the warriors wiki, there have been three Milkfurs xD) (Also, Usa, I'm planning on sending Hawkstorm, Snowkit, his littermates and their mentors out (as Froststar) in their first territory expedition and they find Svana, if that's alright with you?) Froststar Ω 84 moons Ω Tom Ω Leader Ω Thunderclan camp Ω Mentions: Ravenfeather, Doveblossom, Hawkstorm, Ravenheart, Briarpaw, Dewkit, Snowkit, Spiderkit, Rowanflame, Sapsong and Silverleaf. Froststar watched as Hawkstorm ducked out of the tunnel, not missing the glance he flashed at Ravenfeather. Froststar purred with amusement, banishing the dark thoughts from his mind. He hopped down from the highledge and crossed the clearing and pushed his way into the warm nursery. His heart seemed to freeze when he saw Silverleaf's family sharing sad words and glances. He dipped his head to the silver tabby queen. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Silverleaf," he murmured. "No worries, Froststar, I'm glad you came," she purred while Snowkit froze, staring up at the leader of Thunderclan. "So, are you excited?" Froststar asked them. Snowkit nodded eagerly. "Do you want to do me a favor?" he asked, dropping into a crouch so his eyes was level with the kits'. "Will you go to Alderheart and Silverhawk and ask them to take a look at Sapsong for me? Just to see if Sapsong's kits are alright." When the kits had gone, he turned to Silverleaf. "You must be proud, Silverleaf," he mewed as he padded to Sapsong. "Yes, I'm very proud." Her eyes shadowed for a moment, and Froststar guessed that she was thinking of her deceased mate, Foxtail. He briefly touched her forehead with his nose before meowing, "Foxtail will watch over them, mark my words." Silverleaf nodded before sighing. "It's not fair for them, to grow up fatherless," she whispered. "And it's not fair for Sapsong's kits either." Froststar nodded. "Being a warrior isn't always easy," he murmured before taking a deep breath. "Now, Sapsong, how are you feeling?" he asked. "And it's not long until your kits are born is it?" he added, touching her nose with his. He waited for a few moments as she replied. "They will be cared for here in Thunderclan." Then, he turned and padded out of the nursery. He spotted Ravenfeather and Doveblossom and bounded over to them. "Can you go and find Ravenheart, Briarpaw and Hawkstorm for me? Silverleaf's kits are becoming apprentices today," he explained to them. He dipped his head before turning to his deputy. "How many patrols are out?" he asked him. "They can't be long, because Silverleaf's kits are becoming apprentices." Hawkstorm Ω 25 moons Ω Tom Ω Warrior Ω Thunderclan camp Ω Mentions: Briarpaw, Ravenheart and Ravenfeather. Hawkstorm's skin burned as he headed out of the barrier entrance. Just the look in Ravenfeather's eyes made his pelt tingle, and he felt as if he could fly. Should he invite her to come with him? No, best not. He reasoned. But maybe later. He sped up until he was charging through the forest at top speed, brushing past bracken and spraying up rotten, slimy leaves. He stiffened. "I thought you were a rogue or something!" Rogues? He sprang out of the undergrowth. "Rogues? Where?" he hissed as he pelted down into the clearing and skidded to halt beside his sister, pelt bushed out. "It's okay, I was testing Briarpaw for reflexes," his sister soothed. Hawkstorm's pelt flattened and his tensed muscles relaxed. He shook his fur before telling Ravenheart about his father's orders. Ravenheart Ω 25 moons Ω She-cat Ω Warrior Ω Thunderclan camp Ω Mentions: Mintwhisker, Briarpaw and Hawkstorm. “No, no!” Ravenheart mewed. “Didn’t you hear what I told you? Aim for where you think I’m going to be, not where I am.” she snapped. “Sorry!” Briarpaw panted. “Can I try it one more time?” Hawkstorm turned to Briarpaw. “Crouch down here,” he murmured, pointing at a spot behind Briarpaw. Briarpaw obeyed and wriggled backwards before crouching. Hawkstorm bounded away before halting and turning towards his sister's apprentice. “Try to get past me,” he mewed. Briarpaw groaned. “But that’s a new apprentice’s move! I know how to do that,” he grumbled. “A good warrior doesn’t complain,” he mewed. “And we need to work on it anyway. If an enemy has cornered you, how would you get past him?” he asked. Briarpaw stared at Hawkstorm, and Ravenheart knew that her brother had a point. Briarpaw's gaze flitted to a sapling at the edge of the clearing behind the warrior. That was where he would aim, Ravenheart knew. Hawkstorm was merely an obstacle to avoid. Then, Briarpaw darted forward, aware that Hawkstorm was rearing onto his hind legs, ready to bring his weight down on Briarpaw the moment he tried to slip past. As he shot past, Hawkstorm tricked him. He flashed out a hind leg, tripping him. Briarpaw tumbled over himself, landing sprawled in the moss. He hopped to his paws. “That’s not fair!” he wailed. “Life isn’t fair! Now get to your paws,” Hailstorm snapped. Briarpaw’s eyes widened and Ravenheart sighed. "Sorry," the apprentice muttered and Ravenheart glared at her brother. Briarpaw hauled himself to his paws. “Again,” Hawkstorm ordered. Briarpaw crouched again before letting out a shriek and hurtling towards Hawkstorm. Ravenheart noticed that the warrior was leaning back a little and guessed that his weight was mostly balanced on one side. Then, she glanced at Briarpaw. He’s not concentrating! Ravenheart knew. His eyes were cloudy with thoughts. "Concentrate!" Ravenheart snapped. Briarpaw flinched at his mentor's harsh voice, but he seemed to snap back to reality. With lightning speed, he swerved the other way. Hawkstorm didn’t have a chance to rebalance himself and he slammed down a mouse-length away from where Briarpaw flashed by. Ravenheart felt a rush of triumph as her apprentice reached the sapling. “Did you see that?” Briarpaw yowled to Ravenheart. She nodded eagerly. “Yeah, great move, Briarpaw!” she praised him. Snowkit Ω 6 moons Ω Tom Ω Kit Ω Thunderclan camp Ω Mentions: Spiderkit, Dewkit and Silverleaf. "It is, little one," Silverleaf purred to Dewkit. Snowkit squealed with surprise as his brother leaped at him and they tumbled over in a tussle. Snowkit batted at the long-limbed black tom before flipping him over and pinning him down, but got unbalanced and toppled over. "Mousedung!" he spat, scrambling to his paws. He flattened his ears in embarrassment and looked at his mother. There was nothing he wished for more than his mother to be proud of him, and of course his father, Foxtail. He crept towards his mother and curled up beside her. "Do you think father is proud of us?" he whispered, eyes wide. Silverleaf rasped her tongue between his ears and he gently nuzzled her. "Of course. I think Foxtail couldn't be prouder, just like I am. You're going to be great warriors, just as great as your father, and I know he'll be watching you from Silverpelt," she told her kits. Snowkit felt a lump rising in his throat as he buried his face in her neck fur. ![]() |