Hawkstrike|14 Moons|Warrior|30/30 Health|Camp|Mentions: Finchpaw

Hawkstrike noticed that he had to look up at Finchpaw when she spoke to him. He was one of the shortest cats in the clan. He was probably only taller than Raindrop. He walked over to her stash and dug through it. He grabbed a twig and walked up to Finchpaw's right side. He stood up on his hind legs to get closer to the hole. He used his tail to stay balanced as he placed the twig making the hole a bit smaller. He went back down on all fours giving a sigh of relief. "What did you think of the meeting?" He asked looking at the hole to figure out what size of a stick he should get next.

Mumblepaw | 14 Moons | Medicine Cat Apprentice | 18/18 | Camp | Mentions: Horsetail, Snowecho

Mumblepaw kept quiet as Horsetail apologized to him before and, yet again, reassured him how fine he was. 'First you became a nervous wreck and now this. Are you really alright Horsetail?' He wondered, he was starting to worry a bit about the tom. He then listened as the sandy tom express how he felt about the big argument that had happened not too long ago. "I agree. The way everyone was acting was way too much, especially Honeyfrost. Pebblesplash wasn't doing much to help the situation either." Mumblepaw let out a small sigh. He gave a small nod as Horsetail told him that he needed a bit of time to himself. "I understand..." The tom mewed. He was slightly surprised when Horsetail nuzzled him, but accepted it with a smile that slowly crept onto his muzzle. When they were done Mumblepaw turned his head to the direction Horsetail was talking about, he saw his now new mentor Snowecho there. 'Right, my hunt with Snowecho. Maybe it'll be changed to herb-hunting now... though would there be many herbs in leafbare?' The medicine cat apprentice asked himself. He shrugged it off and turned back to Horsetail, giving the tom one last nod before making his way towards Snowecho.

As he walked, Mumblepaw slowed and eventually stopped in his tracks as he saw Softsong make his way to Snowecho, soon nuzzling into the tom's fur. It seemed like something managed to get black and white tom down, he somewhat wondered what. Though he kindly looked away and gave the two their privacy. "How... sweet." He mumbled. Mumblepaw watched as Softsong then walked away, and Mumblepaw quickly padded towards Snowecho once more. He began to speak once he had reached him. "So, are we switching to herb-hunting then? I didn't think there would be many herbs during leafbare so that's why I asked." He shrugged before looking to Snowecho. "That's alright if so... I wasn't too sure a full medicine cat would be that good in hunting anyway." Mumblepaw mewed.


Whorlpaw | 8 Moons | Apprentice | 18/18 | Camp | Mentions: Clearsong, Pebblesplash (ID), Quietshadow (ID), Aldershade (ID), Creekpaw, Mosspaw, Olivepaw (ID)

Whorlpaw smiled as Creekpaw and Mosspaw soon followed behind her, also giving Olivepaw kind reassurance. Her smile only grew larger as she listened to the tortoiseshell she-cat promise about becoming a great warrior, she was glad the younger she-cat had that kind of goal. Aldershade then soon came over, touching noses with Olivepaw and began to speak to her. With that Whorlpaw turned her attention back to the others, giving the two older apprentices a nod and a toothy grin. "I'm glad you two did this with me, so thanks." She said to them. 'I still haven't touched noses with my mentor.' She thought as she snuck a quick glace at Aldershade and Olivepaw. "I'm going to see if I can find Clearsong. Let's all hang out some more later alright? Don't do anything dangerous, at least not without me!" Whorlpaw flashed the two another toothy grin before trotting off in search of Clearsong.

Her first thought was the warrior's den, perhaps the tom would be taking a nap or something? She hoped not, she wanted to train as soon as possible.. or at least get to know what she'd be working it for the next moons. "I still can't believe they gave me Clearsong as my mentor. I want to be somebody's apprentice, not some distraction for a mad cat!" She grumbled aloud. She soon spotted Quietshadow... no, that was Pebblesplash. Soon spotting Pebblesplash and Clearsong, who was on the ground asleep. 'Did he not even bother to go into the warrior's den? Ugh.' Whorlpaw let out a long groan.

She began to walk faster towards them, and when she reached them she looked at Pebblesplash for a long while. The warrior looked so similar to Quietshadow that she could barely tell the difference from a distance, slightly wondering what would've happened if she hadn't noticed and decided give Pebblesplash a piece of her mind instead of the older warrior. Starclan it probably wouldn't have gone well, but the thought of telling Quietshadow off was still quite pleasing. Quietshadow and Pebblesplash were two different cats so it wouldn't be right to mess with Pebblesplash when she had problems with Quietshadow. But the fact that they were disgustingly similar to each other irked Whorlpaw greatly, but she took in a small breathe and ignored the gray she-cat for the hopefully greater good of less chaos for the Clan. 'Next time I you Quietshadow, it better be with an apology.' She thought. As for Clearsong, she was already growing tired of him and he hasn't even uttered a single word to her yet. Whorlpaw crouched low and shoved her nose onto Clearsong's, touching it as she spoke. "Clearsong. You're my mentor now. Whorlpaw if you can't see, not the greatest to have you. Train me." The silver-gray she-cat mewed, her tone showing no enthusiasm at all.

Horsetail|Co Medicine Cat|24 Moons Old|Health: 30/30|Mentions Directly: Harefeather|Mentions Indirectly: Snowecho, Mumblepaw|Location: camp

Horsetail smiled after Mumblepaw, as the younger tom headed over to his mentor. Maybe one day he'd get an apprentice of his own. No, Horsetail shook his head, making sure Mumblepaw learned the ways of a medicine cat would probably need both, Snowecho and his work. Looking at Snowecho, he wondered if he should mention his thoughts about going to the moonstone with his fellow medicine cat. Maybe after they've returned, might as well give the new mentor and apprentice sometime together.
Turning on his heels, the tabby tom turned to head out of camp. As his eyes briefly moved over some of the cats close by, Horsetail paused. His golden eyes had fallen of Harefeather, the young warrior sort of seemed lost. A lost had happened, maybe it had been too much for the young she-cat. Horsetail did not blame here. Although he had wanted to head out on his own, Horsetail let out a sigh and started to walk over to the younger she-cat. "Harefeather", the medicine cat said, as he came closer. Horsetail tapped the she-cat on her shoulder, "Do you want to come with me? I'm going to head out, just to get away from... well all of this", Horsetail kindly said, nodding his head to the other cats around them

Clearsong / Slateleaf | 20 Moons | Warrior | 30/30 | Camp | Mentions: Whorlpaw, Pebblesplash, Honeyfrost (ID)

Clearsong woke with a start, his heart racing, yet his eyes opened only slightly. He heard his sister ask if he was okay.

The events of before he fell asleep came rushing back over top of his dream: Honeyfrost had stood up for him after Willowstar yelled at the clan. He started passing out so he didn't know her response, but apparently she was exiled? He heard his name being mentioned too, however what for, he wasn't sure.

He would have liked to try and regain composure and tell Pebblesplash he was fine, but his thoughts were racing quicker than his heartbeat and it choked him of his words. A moment later, something warm had hit his nose a bit harshly.

He shrunk away from it into a sitting position as he saw Whorlpaw explaining to him the very part he had missed.

"I'm-I'm a mentor?" Were the only words he could cough out, yet as soon as they were out he wished they hadn't left his mouth. His eyes widened and he shook his head as he touched the apprentice's nose back, "I mean... I'm honored to be able to teach you the ways of the warrior code, Whorlpaw. I hope we form a tight bond as mentor and apprentice."

The slightly haunted look in his eyes was replaced with a small light of excitement and confusion. He had basically started the clan yelling at eachother and he was... rewarded? Surely it was due to many apprentices and not enough warriors... He looked around, noting each cat next to an apprentice. No, there were moree than enough warriors for apprentices to be given to. Why had he been chosen? Especially considering his recent track record?

He shook his head, it didn't matter. He had an apprentice now. He gave Whorlpaw a small smile, she seemed like she'd be quite the interesting cat to teach.

Harefeather~13 Moons~Warrior~18/18~Camp~Mentions: Horsetail, Clearsong (ID) *OPEN*

Raindrop | 14 Moons | Warrior | Healthy |Camp | Mentions: Stripecloud, Olivepaw, Whorlpaw (ID)

Rainpdrop felt the fur rise along her neck as Clearsong was announced Whorlpaw's mentor, but she abstained from standing and making a scene. Whorlpaw was strong and could stand up for herself, she had learned that quickly when she was an apprentice herself. She looked around and saw Olivepaw nearby, she smiled softly as the apprentices went over her to congratulate her. "Hey, congrats, Olivepaw!" She shouted over from where she sat beside Stripecloud.

Raindrop turned to Stripecloud, meeting his eyes, reading the sorrow hidden in their depths. She felt lucky to have broken through his shell and could understand him a fair bit. She gave a nod, lowering her voice, "I understand." She began to glance around for something to distract them for the time being.

"How about we work on expanding the warriors' den? I'm sure us new warriors are going to be hogging up a lot of space, now." She stood, nudging Stripecloud as well.

Stripecloud|16 moons|30/30|Warrior|Camp|Mentions: Raindrop

"I dunno, I've never been very good at expanding dens. I would probably end up tearing a hole in the wall. I almost did that once. What about hunting? I'm a good hunter." He stood up flicking his ear. He realized what Raindrop was doing and smiled to himself. He was grateful. "Thanks." He murmured quietly.

Mosspaw | 10 Moons | Apprentice | 18/18 |Camp | Mentions: Whorlpaw, Creekpaw, Softsong (D) Olivepaw, Swallowfall (ID)

Mosspaw smiled and nodded to Whorlpaw. "It was no trouble." He watched her bound away, and glanced around the clearing as Olivepaw greeted her own mentor. The clan had mostly dispersed by this point, leaving camp feeling much emptier and, thankfully, calmer. His expression brightened significantly when he saw Softsong moving his way, and, giving Creekpaw a quick farewell flick on the shoulder with his tail, got up and trotted to meet his mentor.

Listening to the older tom speak, he pricked his ears, eagerness swelling in his chest at the mention of going out on patrol. The grey-and-white tom searched the clearing with his green-gold gaze for Swallowfall, hoping the new deputy would indeed send them out. He hadn't seen much of the territory, and he chafed at being in the dark on what all was out there. It made him insecure, nervous even, the sense of not-knowing. "Going out on patrol would be nice." He murmured finally, looking back to his mentor with a vaguely hopeful expression.

Horsetail|Co Medicine Cat|24 Moons Old|Health: 30/30|Mentions Directly: Harefeather|Mentions Indirectly: |Location: Camp - Territory

The medicine cat gave the young warrior a nod of his head, maybe it would be good to have some company. Turning on his heels, the sand colored tabby tom started to walk towards a brake in the camp wall. As soon as he took a pawstep outside of camp, the snow became deeper. Probably from not been tread down by the clan cats, as much. Not really making sure Harefeather was close behind him, Horsetail started to walk on. As his legs took him farther and farther away from camp, the tensness started to ebb from the tom's shoulders. Opening his mouth, he breathed in the cold air. This was good, his mind had finally started to clear.
Not looking at the ground, as he walked, Horsetail stepped into a deep mound of snow covering an old rabbits hole entrance. Caught off balance, the medicine cat suddenly fell face first into the cold white. Spluttering out the snow in his mouth, Horsetail gave a chuckle. "Well, serves me right for not looking where I'm stepping", the tom commented, sitting back and brushing some snow off his muzzle. "Since I'm out already, I might as well look for some moss", Horsetail thought out loud. "If you want, you can hunt a bit", the medicine cat suggested, looking to Harefeather.

Swallowfall | 17 Moons | Co-Deputy | Full | Camp | Mentions: Willowstar, Wolffang, Softsong, Aldershade, Mosspaw, Olivepaw, Stagthorn, Clearsong, Hawkstrike, Cricketpaw

Swallowfall shivered and gathered her thoughts. (Deep breaths…) She said to herself. Swallowfall hardly had time to process her new position before Willowstar bolted out of camp. An expression of fear and desperation flickered across her face for a moment as she looked at Wolffang beside her before it hardened into resolve. Moving towards a small group of cats she called out “Softsong, will you find Aldershade and the two of you go on a border patrol? Bring your apprentices of course. Thank you!” Swallowfall meowed to her friend, nuzzling his jaw. “Congratulations on your apprentice, I know you’ll teach him well.” As she turned away she winked at Mosspaw. “Don’t worry, I’m sure Softsong will be able to work in some exploration for you.” With that she turned and moved swiftly across the camp.
She found Stagthorn quickly, the three legged warrior wasn’t hard to spot when he looked so irritable all the time. Despite his appearance however he was experienced and kind underneath the gruff exterior. She approached him, nodding her head respectfully. “Will you bring Clearsong and Hawkstrike on a hunting patrol? Thank you very much.” Swallowfall looked at him gratefully before looking back for Wolffang.
“Wolffang, now I think we should keep everyone else in camp busy expanding the warriors den and fixing things up. After that clan meeting I don’t think we can afford for them to not be occupied. Do you think you could help me round everyone up for that? Oh and I need to see Cricketpaw!” She exclaimed. "Cricketpaw!" She called, looking around for her little apprentice.

Hawkstrike|14 Moons|Warrior|30/30 Health|Camp|Mentions: Finchpaw, Pebblesplash

Hawkstrike looked over at Pebblesplash. He felt tense, he didn't even know why he just did. The tom looked over to Finchpaw. "I'll be right back." He murmured looking back to Pebblespash.
He led her out of the apprentice's den. "What is it?" He asked leading her a little bit away from camp. He sat down and curled his tail around his paws. He felt a little nervous.
Why am I feeling this way? He thought to himself kneading the ground with his paws.

Morningpaw / 10 moons / Apprentice / Camp / Mentions Whorlpaw [d] ; Mentions Whorlpaw, Wolffang [i/d]

Voices... Too many of them. Arguments, fighting, exhile. What was going on? This may be the clan she was born in, but this environment was far from something she wished to be apart of. The negativity hung in the air like a dark cloud, hovering ominously; suffocating her. The call from Wolffang disrupted her reverie, blinking rapidly to dismiss the remnants of her daydreams and flicker around to find the warrior near Whorlpaw. Yes... Something to take her mind off the chaos that was this dreadful camp. Her paws gradually stretched out, propelling her toward the older feline, eyes still rather wide with a far off look to them. “Expansion of the den, you said?” Morningpaw’s melodic voice rang out, uncharacteristically soft and fragile.

Her ears twitched, swiveling toward Whorlpaw as the mention of her new mentor sparked some realization into her. ”Oh, yeah. Congratulations on the new mentor, Whorlpaw!” she mewed, feathery tail swaying behind her as she aimed to press her nose to the apprentice’s ear. Although, Morningpaw couldn’t help but feel heat creep up into her throat. Why didn’t she have a mentor? It simply wasn’t fair. ‘Nonsense, you’ll get one in time. Just be patient.’ The self-reassurance was enough to keep the hairs on her neck from rising, suppressing any signs of jealousy.