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"Who cares what happens when we’re dead? We shouldn’t think that far ahead. The only latter day that matters is tomorrow."

Grasspaw • Male • 12 moons • Apprentice • Apprentice Den • Mentions: Fennelpaw; Lizardtail

As the sleep disappeared from Grasspaw's body, the young male watched his clanmates mill about and wake up as he did. The sun already began to poke, as opposed to beat down upon, the lions' backs. Their tawny fur shone in the sun like gold and, in the ghostly white of some cats' furs, like chrome. Turning his handsome face, the Apprentice scanned his surroundings, trying to decide whether to eat or engage in shenanigans with the other young males. As his large brown eyes fell upon the bodies of the barely-graduated Lizardtail and their friend Fennelpaw, a smile crossed his face and an idea sparked in his head. The adolescent stood, crouched, and crept behind the Apprentices' cave, keeping an eye on his friends. The fuzzy tip of his tail twitched and swayed behind him as he moved silently to a good spot and lept to the roof of the rocky cave. He crouched and pushed off, landing beside his friends. "I heard my name. You guys talkin' shit?"

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"Who cares what happens when we’re dead? We shouldn’t think that far ahead. The only latter day that matters is tomorrow."

Grasspaw • Male • 12 moons • Apprentice • Apprentice Den • Mentions: Fennelpaw; Lizardtail

His jaunty smile fading, Grasspaw knitted his brows and tilted his head at Lizardtail's apparent offense. "Chill out, bro," he scoffed, bumping his shoulder against his taller peer's, "I was only messing with you. Holy Starclan, you are a Warrior. Soon enough, you'll be an elder and we'll have to start calling you 'Brittlebone.'" And there the young lad was, returned to his usual blithe after a moment of sobriety with a smirk and the familiar carelessness in his eyes. "Heck yeah, I would! I should probably tell Eveningstar first, but I don't really feel like it."

| Buzzardpaw |
Male • 10 Moons • Asiatic Lion • Warrior Apprentice
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Fennelpaw, Frostheart, Lizardtail, Grasspaw

Buzzardpaw rested his head on his paws, watching a beetle crawl across the ground before his eyes lifted to scan the camp again. Surprise flickered across his face as he spotted Fennelpaw walking toward him and he quickly rose to sit on his haunches. “Good morning Fennelpaw,” he greeted warmly, hope flaring in his chest. Perhaps the younger apprentice had come to invite him after all? He caught a glimpse of Grasspaw creeping up on Lizardtail and wondered if all three of them could really go. He hoped so! “Training in water?” He asked, ignoring the stutter as he was sure Fennelpaw wouldn’t appreciate it being pointed out. “Can I go!? I’ve never practiced battle moves in water before!” He addressed Frostheart, but his enthusiasm already had him moving toward Lizartail and Grasspaw. “I’d love to come! Thank you so much for inviting me!”

((Frostheart can lecture him for this later lol.))



| Dawnflower |
Female • 60 Moons • Masai Lion • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Nightpaw / {Indirectly) Palefur, Eveningstar

“Hm, perhaps he’s gone out for some early morning herb hunting. I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” she reassured Nightpaw, though unease made her stomach turn. She couldn’t even recall the last time she’d seen Palefur. She would bring it up with Eveningstar as soon as the leader returned to camp. “Now, has Palefur or another warrior ever shown you any battle moves, or will this be your first time practicing?” She asked as she led the apprentice outside camp.

Lilystream | Female | Camp | Warrior | 31 Moons | Mentions: Lizardtail, Buzzardpaw, Frostheart [Minor] Fawnstep [Direct]

Lilystream hauled herself onto her haunches, stomach lightly swelled with the prey she had gorged herself on, she licked her chops and then gaped her maw wide in a satisfied yawn, flashing an impressive set of molars and incisors. Tail lightly tapping the ground underneath her, she gazed around the camp. Frosheart seemed to still be working on his meal although Buzzardpaw had seemed to lose his patience and had found company in the presence of other apprentices. She covered the stained giraffe bones with dirt that she lightly kicked up using her hind paws, ears swerving this way and that in an attempt to catch anything interesting going on in camp. Lizardtail seemed to be planning something with the group of apprentices he had somehow gathered up, everyone seemed to be doing their own thing however sitting down near the center of camp, on his lonesome, was Fawnstep. She glanced uncertainly towards Frostheart again, then ducked her head low in a polite manner before padding breezily towards the warrior. Lilystream hadn't gotten many opportunities to converse with the males of her clan, Frostheart had always seen to that. However, Frostheart was occupied and Fawnstep seemed to be sitting expectantly, but it didn't look like anything was capturing his attention at the moment. "Hello, Fawnstep." She smiled brightly as she neared him, tail rising just slightly from it's usual lowered position. "How are you?"

Oneclaw ¦ Female ¦ 60 Moons ¦ Warrior ¦ Warrior Den > Camp ¦ Mentions: Lizardtail

It was now well into the morning and the sun was burning intensely in the sky. Oneclaw stood and stretched just as she had when she woke up. Scarred skin glided over powerful muscles as the flexed and stretched her tired body. Her ears flicked to an apprentice she hadn't gotten the chance to speak to yet. He spoke about training in the water. That was dangerous, potentially fatal if something went wrong, not to mention there was only for apprentices going.

Deciding it was too dangerous on their own, she stood and padded over to the group. "Mind if I come? It's been a while since I've left camp." She didn't want to sound like a spoilsport, she just wanted them to be safe. It'd be a tragedy if something easily avoidable were to do something terrible.

| Buzzardpaw |
Male • 10 Moons • Asiatic Lion • Warrior Apprentice
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Fennelpaw, Lizardtail, Grasspaw, Oneclaw / {Indireclty} Frostheart

“Of course! I just asked him,” Buzzardpaw replied cheerily, though this was a bit of an understatement, as he’d taken off without giving Frostheart a chance to give him an answer. Considering the white lion hadn’t come immediately chasing after him and no words of protest or displeasure reached his ears, he assumed all was fine. Oneclaw’s approach had him quieting down and he gazed at the lioness curiously, surprised she wanted to join them. She’d always seemed more of a loner, but he certainly didn’t mind her attendance if the others didn’t. “When do we leave?”



| Dawnflower |
Female • 60 Moons • Masai Lion • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Nightpaw

“That makes sense. We’ll start off with something fairly basic then,” she replied, leading Nightpaw into a sandy hollow dip in the ground a few paces outside camp. Soon after turning to face the apprentice. “First, tell me. If the camp were being invaded by another Clan, what would be your first reaction? How would you respond to an invasion based off what knowledge of battle you have now, as little as it may be?”



| Fawnstep |
Male • 72 Moons • Transvaal Lion • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Lilystream / {Indirectly} Fennelpaw, Oneclaw, Lizardtail, Frostheart

As the minutes ticked by Fawnstep contented himself with watching the clouds above, noting animals and even plants the puffs of white resembled. Eventually even this little hobby of his lost its appeal and he glanced around the camp to see if anyone new had made an appearance, whether it be his brother making his presence known at last or the last of the warriors and apprentices leaving their nests. His gaze settled on Fennelpaw and those gathered around him for a time, a slight prick of worry worming its way into his good mood. He had heard mention of battle training in water and worried about the dangers that might bring. Drowning, crocodiles, being swept away on the current… An apprehensive shiver rushed down his spine, but he made an attempt at pushing his anxiety aside. Oneclaw and Lizardtail were both capable warriors. They would protect his son and make sure he returned home safely. A flash of pale fur caught his attention and Fawnstep turned his head just in time to spot Lilystream headed his way. It was rare to see the beautiful lioness without her brother serving as a second shadow, and he greeted her with a smile just as friendly. “Good morning Lilystream. I’m quite well. How about yourself?”

| Dawnflower |
Female • 60 Moons • Masai Lion • Warrior
Location: Outside Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Nightpaw

It might not have been the answer another warrior would have been waiting for, but Nightpaw’s response was exactly what Dawnflower had expected. “You’re a true medicine lion through and through. Let me rephrase that. If an enemy were to attack you or one of your patients, how would you respond? What would be your first reaction? Pretend this rock is an injured Clanmate,” she continued, pawing a large stone closer to here. “And that I am a hyena from the Mud. What will you do to stop me?” After she had finished speaking a mangled laugh escaped her, the best imitation she could muster of a hyena’s odd cry, before reaching outstretched claws toward the rock with faux malice in her eyes.



| Fawnstep |
Male • 72 Moons • Transvaal Lion • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Lilystream, Sorrowwing / {Indirectly} Eveningstar, Frostheart

A new voice drifting down to them from overhead had Fawnstep glancing upwards, icy blue eyes settling on Sorrowwing’s pale form seconds later. “No, not that I’m aware of,” he called back. “Frostheart is occupied at the moment and I believe Eveningstar is still in his nest.” As the young white lioness leaped from her perch and settled a distance from them Fawnstep beckoned her closer with a wave of his tail. “Please, come join us,” he offered warmly. Lilystream had always struck him as a friendly lass though they’d never had to chance to speak very often and he hoped she wouldn’t mind.