Sootpaw | Duskclan Apprentice | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Training Valley | Mentions: Owlfeather(direct), Fernfoot(indirect)

Sootpaw quickly got to his paws to show no real damage had been done. "I'm fine, of course!" he said, still miffed. His anger, however, was slowly being replaced with a mix of worry and curiosity as he watched Owlfeather react to the sound of the mysterious yowls. Lowering his voice, he repeated the question. "So, what is it?" Sootpaw had never heard such a creature before. Or, if he had, he had no recollection of what it could be.
The small cat looked over at Fernfoot, whom he had only just noticed. Well, if it was anything serious, at least there were three of them to take care of it. Sootpaw's gaze returned to his mentor, searching for guidance and awaiting instruction.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Training Valley|Mention(s) Directly: Sootpaw|Mention(s) Indirectly: Blackstar

Two-legs, why where they so close? Especially now that most of the cats were out, somewhere in Duskclan's territory. The she-cats tail twitches, as she heard Sootpaws. Looking down at her apprentice, the deputy let out a sigh, "Two-Legs, that's the sound of two-legs far too close to camp", Owlfeather answered solemnly. Sitting down the she-cat wrapped her tail around herself, her eyes intently staring at the boundaries of the training area.
Where were the sounds coming from? and how many were there? The deputy wondered. Worry was gnawing at her chest, if two-legs were this close to camp.... Where there dogs? The sudden thought brock into the she-cats mind. Should she go and investigate? or report back to Blackstar?

Scorchwing | Warrior of DawnClan | Long-Limbed White & Charcoal Female | Location: DawnClan Territory | Mentions: Flamepaw [Direct]

Spotting the younger cat slink from her den, she sat up straighter, knowing she had to keep her good impression, despite any comfort that might spring from familiarity. She watched as excitement seemed to prompt her into moving even before she had opened her mouth. With a chuckle, she lifted herself fluidly upon able paws, giving the young cat a friendly bump of her head. “Well, I was thinking maybe we should work on where you think you’re lacking.” She started, gazing down upon the bright she-cat. She did want to be a good mentor, truly. Mentors were the building blocks of a good Clan, responsible for teaching the young and providing able and dedicated warriors. Of course, she had doubts within herself, so her next words felt rather hypocritical.

“Confidence is very important to a cat, as long as it’s true confidence. False bravado and arrogance will get you nowhere. Unless it’s on the other end of someone’s claws.” She turned, gently sweeping her tail along her apprentice’s flank as she began to guide her out of camp, gradually coming to a fork in the worn paths, one taking them to the training beach, the other leading deeper into the forest. She turned to give the she-cat her full attention. “We will work on where you feel to be lacking. Confidence in one’s self goes a long, long way. And I want you to be confident in your own abilities more than anything.” With a gentle smile, she waited patiently, knowing how much Flamepaw had a knack for thinking things through. She didn’t doubt the apprentice had gauged her own abilities from her observant character.

Harepaw | Apprentice of DuskClan | Small, Hickory & Cream Female | Location: DuskClan Territory | Mentions: Redeye [Direct], Dustpelt [Indirect]

Harepaw nearly snorted. Obviously it was, though she couldn’t really find it in her to get angry at Dustpelt. She was a new apprentice, just as he was a new mentor. They both had somethings to get used to. Doesn’t mean she wouldn’t give him a tongue lashing if she were able. Maybe, if she were petty enough, she’d wait for her warrior ranking to give him such sharp words. Redeye’s other words caught her off guard, plunging her back into the conversation rather than imagining what words she’d have with him. “Well… well I’m not just gonna sit around and be lazy, just waiting for him to return!” She nearly flared up at the older cat. She knew the consequences. She had run them through her head about as many times as she was able, perhaps as many times as there were stars in the sky. “And besides, I think if I can outsmart and outrun a few mutts, I think I can handle some stinky, drooling DawnClan cats.” With a disgruntled huff, she ran a soothing tongue down her downy-soft chest, pouting childishly.

A second later, she had picked up on his intent, only to lift her head and shoot him a knowing glare just as he began to speak once more, casual and idly as if he lost the motive within seconds. What a strange, strange cat… With a simple shake of her head to thrust herself back into a focused mindset, she lifted herself nimbly to her paws with a simple, cheery bounce that seemed to strange to see from a pouting cat. “You better not be leading me onto a goose chase, Redeye! I will smite you!” She called as she bounded after him like a doe through the greenery. Why fate, why did it have to be this one? Guess he is a bit better than the dogs…

Sootpaw | Duskclan Apprentice | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Training Valley | Mentions: Open

Sootpaw's eyes widened and, for a heartbeat, he felt very young and afraid. The moment passed, however, and the cat managed to compose himself. "Twolegs", he repeated softly to himself. Sootpaw wondered where they were exactly, as it was a bit hard to tell from here. He also wondered if they'd actually see the tall creatures he had heard about, and the guilty curiosity began to creep back up again. He would greatly prefer to see them from afar with no danger to the camp, of course, but still. If Sootpaw was given the chance to get a glimpse of one, he'd likely take it.
After all, he reasoned with himself, I really should find out what they're like at some point. So there's nothing wrong with wanting to get a little experience, right? ...Sootpaw realized there was no point in trying to convince himself; He was already sold on the idea of seeing a Twoleg as soon as possible. But, if he were directed to steer clear of them, he knew he would have to oblige, albeit begrudgingly.
Sootpaw, too, sat on the soft ground and continued to listen, and wondered how one would even go about getting rid of a Twoleg...

Flamepaw|Dawnclan|Apprentice|Ginger She-Cat|Location: Territory|Mention(s) Directly: Sorchwing|Mention(s) Indirectly: Foxpaw

The tabby ginger she-cat nodded her head, as Scorchwing started to speak. She appreciated that her mentor was trying to sound confident, the young she-cat would rather have a mentor who taught and acted like Scorchwing, then one who acted all snobby. Only when her mentor sweeped her tail over her shoulder, did the young she-cat realize that Scorchwing had started to head out of camp. Quickly catching up, the young she-cat listened carefully to her mentors words.
Thinking for a few paces on the things that she still needed to practice, Flamepaw almost tripped over a rock. Catching her balance before it was to late, a slight blush came to the apprentices face. Shaking the embarrassment off, Flamepaw cleared her throat, "Well", she began, "I have been pretty confident with the battle moves that you have shown me, but....", Flamepaw paused for a moment, searching for the words. "I have not been very confident with my swimming skills, my long and thick pelt always drags me down and I don't know how to fight it. Whenever I jump into the water, I always feel like I am going to drown", the young ginger she-cat confessed. Flamepaw looked down at her paws, normally she would not be so open with her concerns, but if it would help her to become a better warrior, maybe just this once she could admit this flaw. Flamepaw looked up at Scorchwing and continued, "I would also like to work on catching fish, those stupid scaly and slimy things always slip through my paws", the she-cat said, a scowl on her face. She probably looked a lot like Foxpaw right now and here she was always teasing her littermate on her ever scowling face, while Flamepaw was now doing it herself. Letting her fluffy tail swish on the ground behind her, as they walked, the she-cat waited for her mentors response. Flamepaw's white tail tip twitched, as a small song bird settled on a branch over head.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Training Valley|Mention(s) Directly: Sootpaw, Fernfoot|Mention(s) Indirectly: Two legs

A slight growl came from the deputy's chest, her claws digging into the ground Owlfeather stood up. Turning to her apprentice and Fernfoot the she-cat said, "We will go investigate, we need to see where they are and where they are going." Quickly heading up the small rise, the siamese she-cat started to look around. Her eyes were not able to spot any sign of the two legs, looking back at Sootpaw, the mentor directed, "I want you to stick by my side, two legs can be unpredictable." Slowly the deputy started to head deeper into the woods surrounding the training area, her nose and ears pricked for any sound of the two legs.
Stopping next to a large pine tree she looked up it, maybe.... Looking back at the white tom at her side, she started, "We could probably see something from up there, how good of a climber are you?", Owlfeather asked. The deputy could climb well enough, but she was not keen on leaving her apprentice alone on the ground. She had only been able to teach Sootpaw the basics of climbing a tree.

Sootpaw | Duskclan Apprentice | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Training Valley | Mentions: Owlfeather(direct), Fernfoot(indirect)

Sootpaw nodded seriously and followed Owlfeather, being sure to stay by her side as he had been instructed. As they walked, Sootpaw's eyes darted left and right, scouring their surroundings for any sign of anything tall and, well, walking on two legs. All he really saw as they passed the edge of the wide and empty training valley were leaves, trees, and birds in the trees. Nothing out of the ordinary so far.
Sootpaw halted beside his mentor as she came to a stop near a tall pine. He, too, gazed up at it's high branches, and almost felt dizzy in doing so. The young cat was a bit relieved when Owlfeather turned her question on Fernfoot. Starclan knows Sootpaw wouldn't have enjoyed the task of scaling this thing, no matter what answers lie up there. Sootpaw again eyed their surroundings carefully while waiting for the pale tom to give Owlfeather her answer.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Training Valley|Mention(s) Directly: Sootpaw, Fernfoot|Mention(s) Indirectly: Two legs

Owlfeather gave the white tom a look, he did not seem to confidant about climbing up the tree. Giving another glance up the tree, Owlfeather stepped forward. "I'll go up instead then", the deputy said. She was confident in her climbing skills and she did not want the tom risking his neck, if he was not confident enough. "You both stay down here and see if you can find a trace of the two legs", Owlfeather directed.
Looking up at the tree again, the she-cat dug her claws into the bark. Pulling herself up with a hard tug, Owlfeather started to climb up the tree. Reaching the first branch, the deputy pulled herself up to it. From this branch she was easily able to jump to the next one up, from there the climbing went esear. Soon enough Owlfeather reached the top of the tree, standing on a sturdu branch the she-cat looked around the area. Her eyes scanning the surrounding Duskclan territory, Owlfeather tied to find any trace of the two legs.

Sootpaw | Duskclan Apprentice | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Training Valley | Mentions: Owlfeather(direct), Fernfoot(indirect), Twolegs(indirect)

Sootpaw paused to watch Owlfeather begin her ascent up the tall tree before turning away, keeping watch for anything Twoleg-y. He could still hear their cries, but still saw no sign of them. Were they harder to see than he thought? Though he tried, the apprentice still couldn't scent them. Sootpaw flicked his tail, a bit annoyed. If Twolegs were so big, loud, and mouse-brained, how could they even make it this far into Duskclan territory without tripping into the lake first, let alone without being discovered the second they set paw into the woods?
Sootpaw decided that, if the wind was going to be so bothersome today, he'd just have to focus on sight and sound. Although, even the calls of these creatures were tossed around in the air and were difficult to pinpoint. Sootpaw began to slowly circle the tree, giving it a wide berth. Senses focused, he hoped for the best.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Training Valley|Mention(s) Directly: Sootpaw, Fernfoot|Mention(s) Indirectly: Two legs

Owlfeather's gaze stopped, as it swept over the lakes bank. The she-cat could only spy parts of the lake edge, through the branches and needles of the tree. She was certain that she had seen something though. Narrowing her focus on the water's edge, two shapes came into focus. They were definitely two legs, even from this distance the she-cat could accurately place their shapes.
The deputy watched them for a few moments, as she did a harsh gleem reflected off the two legs. Strange. When she was still a rouge, living near the two leg places, the she-cat had often encountered two legs, but never had she seen that strange light coming from them. They were heading back to the two leg places, still it was worth investigating.
Getting up from her lying position on her branch, Owlfeather looked down towards the ground. A normal cat might feel queasy at the sight, but to Owlfeather it was an exhilarating view. Digging her claws into the rough barck under paw, the she-cat started to come down. Jumping from branch to branch where possible and climbing the larger distances, by clinging to the trunk. With in a few heartbeats the siamese deputy was on firm ground again, liking a slight scratch a branch had made on her shoulder. Looking at the small gray and larger white tom infront of her, the deputy reported, "I spotted a pair of two legs by the lake, they are heading for the twoleg place. I want to go see what they are up too, they are not sticking to the usual paths their kind take this time of season", the deputy said, getting up Owlfeather started to head in the direction of the two legs.

Weaselflight | DuskClan Warrior | 21 Moons | Tom | Camp | Dustpelt; Harepaw; Redeye

Weaselflight's fur rose slightly when Dustpelt mentioned twolegs. It was true, the smell... it was definitely something that smelled like his h-... FORMER home. He had to mentally correct himself about halfway through the thought, pulled back for a moment to the shivering apprentice he had been just a few moons back. He had craved those familiar sights, those familiar scents, and yet now... now he was repulsed by this. Had he really changed? He had missed even the most foul of smells that came from twoleg place, the ugly scents his people had thrown in the air to cover the smell of themselves, the fragrant and choking smell of the monsters, even the stench of an uncleaned litterbox.

The more he thought about it though, the less he wanted to go back. His ears tipped to the side slightly when Dustpelt mentioned company. He carefully straightened himself up, forcing his fluffy fur to lay back, and posed himself to meet the newcomers. He smiled weakly when he heard Harepaw's small voice piping up angrily above the brush.

"You better not be leading me onto a goose chase, Redeye! I will smite you!"

"She's got sp-spite," the young tom informed his friend lowly, "you're really in for the long h-haul aren't you?" He waited patiently for the two cats to break from the forest and meet them.
Better safe than sorry

Larkclaw
15 Moons || Female || DawnClan Warrior
Location: Clan Border || Mentions: Hornetpaw, Foxpaw

Larkclaw held back a sigh. There was plenty of tension between the two Clans, and the sights and sounds of the two-legs only brought more of it. She had no doubt that sooner or later, a patrol would come by and catch Foxpaw’s scent on the rocks, and then a messenger was sure to find their way into DawnClan’s camp demanding an explanation, or even declare war. It was bad enough that the two-legs might wander near enough to camp to cause panic… and two-leg kits are as curious as any kit, following strange or loud noises. A fight would draw too much attention right now.

“Very well,” the tabby she-cat replied. “We’ll stop by to pick up your prey. I have prey a little closer to here, we’ll go by there, too.” Larkclaw gave Foxpaw a glance as a way of silently telling her to stick with them. Even though Foxpaw was nearing her warrior assessment, it wasn’t good for her to be this close to the border alone.

As the three headed in the direction of Larkclaw’s kills, she opened her mouth to speak only for a strange scent to pass in front of her nose. Her muzzle wrinkled and she lowered her chin, tongue slightly hanging out to draw the scent over the Jacobson’s organ in the roof of her mouth. A few moments of breathing the scent in deep told her that it smelled of blood, but something else lingered beneath that she couldn’t quite place. Her fur began to bristle as she turned to Hornetpaw and Foxpaw.

“Do you smell that?” she asked. “It smells like blood. I can’t make out if it’s a cat’s or what, but I think we should take a look to make sure no one is hurt. I think--” she paused to catch which direction the scent was coming from “--that it’s coming from that way.”