Maplepaw - apprentice OF thunderclan - SEASON: Almost leaf bare - LOCATION: River's edge, Territory, Camp - MENTIONS: Hawkflight, Silvertune, VVolfsong, Embersky[ID] - VOICE: undecided


The only thing waking Maplepaw from her late slumber was a sliver of sunlight leaking into the apprentice's den through the small entrance. Optics blinked open lazily, a yawn elongating her jaws before settling back together. VVobbily paws pushed the she-cat up to her feet. There she stood for a short moment, a sudden rush of blood sending tendrils of pain piercing her skull. She once more blinked off the sensation and slipped through the narrow exit of the den.

Cranium shook lightly back and forth as she padded into the sunlight filled clearing. Orbs swiveled to ensure she noticed every kit playing in the dappled shadows to avoid stepping on, and the elders snoozing in patches of light to avoid for the sake of laziness. As she did every morning the fae first ensured that the kittens and the older cats seemed fed. Sometimes, she would have to ask them personally. Others, she would be able to guess. Today, she could tell by the small fragments of bone jutting out of the loose soil next to one of the old feline's stillen heads.

Good. She made her way with clumsy paws to the fresh-kill pile, jaws latching onto the pitiful carcass of a mouse. She could feel its thin bones shifting from the pressure she inflicted. Barely any meat or even fur seemed to be between the juicy innards and her own alabaster fangs. Eyes swiveled over the camp as she looked for a place to enjoy her meal. Scrap that. She thought to herself, eyes narrowing from internal conflict. I'd doubt I'll be able to get down this sack of bones, much less enjoy it.

Dark fern optics lit up as she spotted Hawkflight after slithering over all of camp as if they belonged to a starving serpent. Plodding feet made their way over to the warrior until she sat a comfortable distance from. "Hi there." She meowed brightly after dropping her mouse onto the ground. A slight wince rippled her cinnamon frame at the sound it made when hitting the terrain. Before the fae began to eat, she decided to first atleast make an effort to groom herself. If she didn't, she would be almost sure Hawkflight would attempt to like twice before. Personally, she hated the feeling of another feline's paws picking out clumps of dirt and leaf litter from her pelt. It felt to her as if an insect was burrowing within her skin if the other cat's paw would yank out a stubborn piece of mess.

Licked paws began working their way over each cider-hued limb. Countless morsels of dirt and small shreds of moss fell into a little heap around her as she worked her way up into the tangled clot at her chest. It was a it inconvinient, the way her pelt was. Thin, bristly fur covered most of her small frame before falling into a thick waterfall from under her chin to her ribs. It became unkept at the drop of a whisker. VValk through a small patch of grass? Come out with a small Two-leg garden weaved within. Yet, she had learned to make due.

She often looked like a messy feline but frankly the she-cat couldn't care less. It wasn't like Maplepaw was born as perfect as...some cats she knew. Her hunting skills? Meh. Battle skills? Eh. Looks? Okay. Of course, this is something she made due with. It wasn't the first priority on her mind to look like a Starclan sent beauty every second of her life. It had been a small bit of a struggle as a kit to realize that she was pretty much average, and that was fine. It was better to have a bunch of average cats and one pretty but mouse-brained cat in a clan. Of course, there was already a different clan in the forest good at that. She guessed rivers did provide ample opportunity for admiring your reflection. The only thing really mattering about her looks was if she was blending in to score prey.

Speaking of, it reminded the fae of something. "I remember a day or so back you offered to help me hunt. VVhen you were an 'paw, still, of course. I had to teach you to fish first." She spoke while working a tough fragment of stick from the forest of fur lining her stomach. "I believe one of us has given our end of the deal, yes?" A little laugh fell from parted lips before quickly fading off.

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HawkFlight|Thunderclan Warrior|10 Moon Brown Tabby Tom|Location- Territory, Camp|Mentions- Maplepaw
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Even though he had been trying to focus on the camp, Hawkflight had instead gotten lost in though in his own mind. thoughts of cats, what they meant with what they said, who they spent time with, and what that meant. It was all a bit complicated for the young tom. So when Maplepaw padded over, it took him a moment to come back to reality. He was surprised, but not in a bad way at her apperance, her own scrap of prey in tow. Yellow glare turned upwards at her figure, his eyes widening slightly as he refocused, some of the thoughtful glaze vanishing from his eyes.
"Hey, Maplepaw." A narrow ear twitched as she began to groom, mouse forgotten at her paws. His own pelt was still in dire need of its own maintenance, the yesterdays swim and his own unruly sleeping habits not doing his plumy coat any favors. For a moment, he felt self-conscious, and without thinking his jaws parted, to make with his own grooming. However the feeling passed as swift as it arrived. It was Maplepaw, if there was any cat who wouldn't judge the struggle of long fur, it was that particular she-cat. Instead, after a slightly too long pause, he leaned and took another mouthful of prey, spitting out half of the feathers he pulled back. Even if the birds had more meat, the effort was hardly worth the reward.
"Birds." He muttered as a cough sent a few wisps of down floating away. trying not to choke on the bite, he swiveled his ears to listen as Maplepaw spoke, swallowing roughly and tilting his head. It was true, their hunting trip had been rain checked by his early warrior ceremony. Plumy tail swished behind him in thought.
"You did, even if I wasn't particularly skilled in that area." A slightly annoyed haze washed over his eyes as he remembered the rather odd events of the previous day. While the tom was stoic in most regards, his emotion always read in his gaze. Thoughts lingered to long in his mind, each moment passing again and again, leaving the tom wondering what he could have done different.
"And we do need more prey." Like it had been recently, the prey pile was now empty save for a few sad scraps. Brow furrowing slightly, he pushed himself from his tense lay.
"I've always been pretty good at catching birds, even if I'm not fond of eating them. So we can go near the two-leg place? Their gardens draw decent prey." his tail twitched thoughtfully, ears swiveling back and forth as he did when deep in thought. It was an odd area to decide to hunt, most clan cats avoiding the two-leg nests like they were a plague. However, desperate times called for desperate measures, and Hawkflight knew no two-leg life could tempt him, so why not take advantage of what they were given. His eyes, returned to their usual narrowed glare refocused on Maplepaw, and he shrugged his bony shoulders with a sniff.
"If you're ok with that." With that, he returned to his meal, feeling an odd conflict of happy, and mellow about the whole affair. At least working would stop his wandering mind.

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Silvertune

SilverTune's head whipped around, her eyes wide. "E-excuse me?" She stuttered, tripping over herself in her clumsy way. She got up quickly, backing away slightly. Her fur was bristled, which made her look bigger but was kind of useless as it made her silver fur reflect sunlight again. ((Poor silverTune XD)) Her breathing quickened. "Um....." she squeaked.

((Silvertune, though MaplePaw has one heck of an opinion on her, knows basically nothing when it comes to this x3))

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WolfSong
The young tom chuckled at the cats clumsiness, "I've seen badgers with better grace than you" He purred flicking his tail onto her shoulder. " Come-on its just up ahead." WolfSong mewed they were into the thickest part of the forest but he remember the Riverclan cats directions perfectly. Once they passed a deformed looking tree they should find a large rock next to a puddle, and that is where the rogue would be.

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Maplepaw - apprentice OF thunderclan - SEASON: Almost leaf bare - LOCATION: Camp - MENTIONS: Hawkflight- VOICE: undecided

She looked up as Hawkflight spoke, finished with her half-hearted grooming. Frame slid downwards to rest upon the uneven terrain, cranium dipping to take a bite out of the minuscule carcass of the mouse. Stringy meat slid between teeth as she chomped. Optics remained upwards to focus upon her clanmate. He had been having a bit of trouble with his bird, it seemed. Feathers were strewn in many directions, one lodged in his long fur. She nodded slightly as he spoke . His face remained still though eyes narrowed the slightest bit. She could only assume that he was thinking of the rude things that happened yesterday. Maplepaw choked down her first bite after a while, tough meat barely chewed. Nose wrinkled in disgust as the aftertaste of the puny creature washed over her mouth.

"Indeed. That mouse probably tasted worse and was more disgusting than its bile." She remarked, cranium tilting downwards once more to chomp on her meal. As she did, a slight purr erupted from her chest. "I would have never guessed that a cat named Hawkflight would like eating birds. You're eating your own kind!" She giggled through a mouthful of fiberous muscle, swallowing with a forced gulp. "And sure, I'm down. Two-leg places always have good food in them, I'd guess. I hope their gardens are still around with Leaf-bare being so soon." Maple took a last bite out of her mouse, finishing off the scrawny remains quickly. "Anyways, I'll be quiet so you can keep eating. I can't leave camp alone, of course. I'm one of the only apprentices who follows that rule. Sometimes." A smile beamed across her features as she thought about the day only a few sun-rises back where she had met Hawkpaw and Darkpaw in the forest while the clan was at a gathering. Oh, back before all the cats were terrified of what Starclan spoke of.

Alabaster paws pushed her small frame up to stand. As she looked at Hawkflight her head tilted. He was still working his way through the thin carcass of the bird. She assumed it must have been somewhat better than the skin-and-bones body of the mouse. Eh. He could take his time and have it. She despised the taste of birds, yet, desperate times came for desperate measures. At that prospect thoughts began churning within her cranium. The she-cat turned her gaze to bore upwards at the naked trees bordering the camp. "You know something? Leaf-bares are always hard. But, Starclan was saying that it would be practically impossible. I..hm." She quickly silenced herself as her loud voice was echoing across the rather still camp.

"I wonder if any cats will abandon. You know, go and join the two-legs." She raised a paw absent-mindedly while speaking, examining it with scathing optics. "I don't doubt that some will. Eh. I'd say I miss them but, uh, if they are that quick to abandon their clan because times get tough, they couldn't be trusted to be loyal at any time. Cats like that are simply..weak. I don't know." She murmured towards the end while picking dirt from a claw. The fae shrugged and sighed. "VVhatever."

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((Calling the rouge Hussle :3))

Hussle

Hussle groomed herself, her nose twitching as she scented upcoming cats. She straightened. She expected full grown cats, but was wrong seeing two scrawny younglings. She chuckled. Let's see how this goes, she thought.

SilverTune

SilverTune followed WolfSong. Soon, she saw a large, muscular female rouge up ahead. She gulped. Wolfsong would handle this one, she was merely here to watch. She sighed.

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(VVait, so rogues are allowed to interact with clanners? lol)

OOC

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WolfSong
The young warrior did his best not to show how unnerved he was at the sight of this large rogue, a quick sniff let him know that it was a she cat. Glancing at SilverTune he padded up to the rogue bowing his head respectfully, "Err hello" WolfSong's fur bristled with embarrassment, you stupid furball act like a tom! he thought to himself instantly straightening up looking this stranger right in her eyes. " Hello we wish to trade you" WolfSong mewed confidently showing his tail to her, the shiny trinket had been on his tail and it shinned brightly in the sun.

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@Cobia lol Hussle is NLC, only temporary. But, yes, if a person has permission from me or you, they can interact with a random NLC rouge :3))

Hussle

Hussle, being so large, towered over the tom. She chuckled. "Ah, young one, you are far from home. My name is Hussle. Now, i see the trinket you have brought for me, but what might you look for in return?" She asked in a meow. Suddenly, a large tom came out from the log behind her. "Hello Husker." Hussle greeted him. Husker wasn't much older than the two cats before him. Husker grinned. "Hello, you two. I am hussle's brother, Husker." He greeted them, staring at SilverTune, a glint of devilishness in his eyes. He walked over to her. "Hellooo to you, miss." He purred in her ear.

SilverTune

Silvertune looked down. "Hello. " She replied in a soft, scared voice. Her heart was beating so fast she felt she might just die from fear. Her expression showed it too, and her bristled fur didn't help either. The tom ran his tail down her back, smoothing down her fur. He winked. "Theres really no reason to feel afraid." He purred.

((OOOOOOH, plot twist Hussle has a brother ((also NLC)) and i beleive him hitting on silverTune will not go well to Wolfsong x3))

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WolfSong

" Were not that far from home Hussle, can you tell me what you have?" WolfSong mewed. He noticed a larger tom stalk out from behind Hussle, the grey warrior looked the tom who called himself Husker up and down he was huge. He watched Husker pad over to SilverTune WolfSong's eyes narrowed at how close he wandered to her, but once the huge cat touched her with his tail he lost it. WolfSong's fur bristled with anger and he jumped in-between the two blocking SilverTune from Huskers view. " Back. Off" He growled unsheathing his claws, he didn't care how big this cat was he wouldn't let him touch SilverTune if she didn't want it.
((Looks like you called it! XD))

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Hussle

"Well, i have-!" Hussle began, but was interrupted by the two toms glare-down. She scowled. "Stop it, both of you. Your scaring the poor child." Hussle scolded. SilverTune indeed had been frightened, and was now cowering behind the large Hussle. SilverTune had always been small and skinny, and now, hiding behind Hussle, she looked like something the cat had dragged in. ((lol)) SilverTunes eyes were wide and scared, her turquoise pupils small and frightened. Husker growled at WolfSong. "I was simply saying hello." he snapped at Wolfsong, flexing his claws.

SilverTune

SilverTune let out a scared squeak and hid further behind Hussle. She heard Hussle murmur calming words in her ear, but her attention was on a stranger and a friend, both with the same intentions. In more than one way. She whimpered.

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WolfSong

WolfSong could only hear the blood rushing to his ears and feel the adrenaline pumping through his body. He heard the tom speak but still felt pumped " You didn't have to get so close, or touch her!" The young warrior snarled. He wasn't sure what was coming over him, he always tried to solve a conflict peacefully but now all he wanted to do was rip this toms fur to pieces. WolfSong hissed his usually hidden muscles now showed as he flexed showing that he wasn't as small and weak as he was betrayed.

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Hussle

Hussle sighed. "Ugh. Toms." She declared. Hussle did not interfear, knowing very well if she did, she would be torn to pieces. She sighed, wondering who would win this match. Husker was young and strong, but he didn't have much experience. Wolfsong, however seemed trained in the art of battle. Hmm, she thought.

Husker

Husker tensed and flexed his claws. So what if he hit on that feline? It was none of this little brats business. he snarled and hissed, challenging the other tom. He grinned, waiting for battle.

SilverTune

Silvertune took a deep breath. Suck it up and be a warrior, she told herself. She walked out from behind Hussle and padded in between the two toms. She gave them both hard smacks to the Muzzle. Then she began to lecture them, the words she said should not be repeated to any kit or apprentice. Lots of hissing and snarling, scolding and scowls. She ended like this. "So you can sheath your dumb claws and shut your dumb muzzles. WolfSong, if you STILL want to trade here, be my guest. but im going home." She said in a hiss, padding towards the way home.

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((Lol, never anger SilverTune. or annoy her, for that matter XD))

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WolfSong mentions- Indirectly (SilverTune, HawkFlight)

WolfSong flushed with embarrassment and watched as the Silver tabby padded towards home, he lashed his tail angrily. What was she being so sour about? He watched her slip away and decided not to follow, sighing he turned to Hussle ignoring the tom that had caused this problem. " What do you have" He asked the rogue, she was pretty but she wasn't SilverTune. Maybe he had read things wrong WolfSong thought, maybe she wanted HawkFlight after all.
((oh noooo whats gonna happen ))

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