Rainpaw - 12 Moons - Apprentice - Gash on Left Thigh (partially healed) - Territory - Mentions: Tatteredjaw, Birtchheart

The gray she cat padded after Birchheart, her heart racing. She had to admit, she’d miss sleeping in the apprentice den with the rest of her fellow apprentices. However, the warrior title yielded more respect and she’d finally be able to connect with older cats without feeling like a kit. She even felt young around Ratpelt, despite there only being a one moon difference between the two of them.

That reminded her that she should be 13 moons soon. Growing up so fast, yet so slow!

Rainpaw sat next to Birchheart, flexing her paws in anticipation.

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Tatteredjaw - 39 Moons - Warrior - Minor Burns (Treated) - Territory - Mentions; Rainpaw, Birchheart, Open!

The small tabby she-cat plopped down beside Birchheart in the clearing, her ears swiveling around as she kept note of the sounds around her. She kneaded the ground slightly, trying to keep herself awake, though that wasn’t too hard at this point. Tatteredjaw was so tired, but her racing mind just wouldn’t allow her to sleep.

She looked up at her friend and smiled. “Deputy, huh? Must be pretty exciting.” She purred, her dull eyes holding a glint of happiness for Birchheart. She rested her chin on the ground. “It’s a shame that Stormstep died in the fire as well, but you’ll be as good, possibly an even better deputy than him.”

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Risingstorm - 27 Moons - Warrior- Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Mintwhisker, Stonefell, Ratpelt

Risingstorm let out a mrrow of delight as the three cats before him bantered. Who knew such lengthy conversation could be made over prey; and not over methods of catching them. His ear flicked at the discussion of fish, instead of squirrels. He hadn't tried one before. "I haven't had the opportunity to taste one of those yet," he confessed casually. "But for now I'll take your word for it."

His gaze suddenly, involuntarily, drifted over to Stonefell. He hadn't even noticed his trance-like condition until his mind suddenly registered the fact that the colors of her darkly colored patched pelt engulfed more of his vision than it "should", as her colors dwarfed the rest of the camp in his gaze. His breath stiffened and he gave a quick shake of his head. That was...weird he remarked to himself. Why would I do something like that?

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Ratpelt - 13 moons - new warrior - healthy - camp - mentions: stonefell, Mintwhisker, rising storm

Ratpelt stared at Mintwhisper. "They rab-bite grass to eat? Help me," he asks with a quick confused tone. The deep grey tomcat has a deep unhappy frown. "Stonepelt help me. Somecat."

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Mintwhisper - 33 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Ratpelt, Stonefell, Risingstorm, Open!

The red warrior blinked at Ratpelt. "Rab-bite? Rabbit? It's a pun you poor kit." What has the world come to if her sense of humor no longer made sense? She snorted at her exaggerated thought and turned toward Risingstorm, listening to what he had to say attentively. As she listened she noticed that the tom's gaze drifted to Stonefell.... Hmm... She raised a white eyebrow and looked between the two warriors thoughtfully. Perhaps she was reading too much into this but it was certainly interesting. Good teasing material.

"Ahem- Risingstorm you do know that Stonefell isn't the only cat here right?" Her tone was as smug as the look on her face, her mint green eyes bright and her tail tapping with restrained giddiness. However she would try her best to put on an innocent expression and tilt her head to the side as if she wasn't actually scheming.

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Stonefell - 21 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Mintwhisper, Ratpelt, Risingstorm, OPEN!

Stonefell quirked a brow at the dazed tom. "Are you ill, Risingstorm?" Stonefell asked, her nose twitching quizzically. She'd never seen the tom so out of it before. Confused, Stonefell turned to Mintwhisper only to see the red shecat's smug little face smiling at Risingstorm. The dusky colored shecat flicked her ears back. Was she missing something?

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Risingstorm - 27 Moons - Warrior- Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Mintwhisker, Stonefell, Ratpelt ID

He smiled awkwardly at Mintwhisker when she politely asked for his attention. Her smug, stiffness expression was unlike her, and Risingstorm searched her eyes for any sign that would betray her facade; one might exist in the glint of her beautiful mint eyes. Was he imagining the teasing glimmer in her eyes? Surely he found them just as captivating. "O-of course, Mintwhisker," he replied, drawing his ears half-back shyly. "I thought that pun was quite cute."

What Stonefell asked him must be so. "Umph...yes, I suppose so. I hope the heat isn't getting to me. Especially when we need to disembark tomorrow for our mission." He shook his head casually. What an odd, unconscious behavior. Perhaps her somewhat off-putting, to him, at least, mannerisms briefly commanded his attention. Oh well?

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Ratpelt - 13 moons - warrior - healthy - camp - mentions: Mintwhisker, Stonepelt, Risingstorm OPEN

"I feel so stupid," Ratpelt grumbles his round scarred ears back. He eyes Risingstorm and Mintwhisker. 'What's happening here?' He questions himself. The short legged tomcat continues to watch the two before piping up. "Hey so what's that mission you talking about Risingstorm?" He asks with flick of his tail around his body. Ratpelt feels a thump against his side as a kit rolls into him. He hisses sharply at the kit and the kit skitters away calling for his mom.

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Mintwhisper - 33 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Ratpelt, Stonefell, Risingstorm, Open!

Mintwhisper snickered when Risingstorm smiled awkwardly but politely responded to the tom, "Thank you, I admit it wasn't the best I could think of though." She hummed and took guilty pleasure in how confused her companions looked after she had teasingly called out Risingstorm, perhaps she was actually reading him wrong. Oh but, their obliviousness was amusing. Her smug gaze turned to concern when the grey tom mentioned the heat affecting him, "I hope not. We're not in the best position to help cats with the heat in general." She meowed. She hoped they would be called to head off soon then, then the clans wouldn't have to worry about the water for much longer.

The vitiligo she-cat turned to Ratpelt a bit guilty at making him feel mouse-brained. An in-voluntary smile made its way into her expression when she saw the kit tumble towards Ratpelt, internally freaking out about how adorable it was. Her smile dropped for a moment when the dark tom hissed but she supposed not everyone was a fan of the tiny menaces running around camp.

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Risingstorm - 27 Moons - Warrior- Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Mintwhisker, Stonefell, Ratpelt, Terrastar ID, Owlpaw ID

"Erm, I'm not quite sure what's happening right now, myself," he admitted to the young warrior. "The mission I mentioned is of great importance. Terrastar ordered cats to volunteer to find a source for water in the morning; Mintwhisker and Owlpaw volunteered, yet he chose to send me with them, too. Stonefell volunteered at the last moment," he answered, pointing his tail tip casually at each cat, wherever they we're generally located.

A soft, reassuring purr briefly rumbled in the base of his throat as he returned his gaze to Mintwhisker. "Don't worry too much about me, I'm sure it was just a passing ailment, if anything at all. But yes, I really hope I'm not coming down with anything." He tremendously appreciated her concern of him.

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Ratpelt - 13 moons - new warrior - healthy - camp: Mintwhisker, Risingstorm, Stonefell

"Oh." Ratpelt's narrow lined eyes look up to the bright sky. His pelt warms under the sun. "Hey Ima go," he meows before standing to stretch out his short legs. He ponders on how well he'd fight with short legs. through training, he never kicked only bit as hard as he could hoping he'd pass the assessments. He did somehow. He stretches out his legs once more, and leaves not giving the cats any room to tell him to stay. The young warrior slips out of camp to go hunting or something to do. He decides to patrol the border boredly and strays from any scent of Terrastar not to barge in on their meeting by accident.

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Birchheart - 25 Moons - Deputy - Healthy - Territory - Mentions: Rainpaw, Tatteredjaw, Open!

Birchheart nodded sadly at her friend. Stormstep may have had some anger problems, but he fought for what he thought was best for the clan. She hoped that she would be able to do that as well. Birchheart then turned to Rainpaw. “Go off and hunt, bring back three different prey, bring them all back here.” Birchheart ordered. Her ears and whiskers twitched, she couldn’t wait to assess Rainpaw, Birchheart knew she would make a great warrior.

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Stonefell - 21 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Mintwhisper, Risingstorm, Ratpelt ID, OPEN!

The grey shecat quickly rose to her feet as Ratpelt suddenly trotted out of camp. She didn't know how well Terrastar would take to a warrior just up and leaving camp to "stretch their legs," let alone—well—alone. Confused, Stonefell turned to her fellow warriors.

"Do you think he'll be alright?" She asked, her nub tail twitching anxiously. Her paws kneaded the dirt below her as she glanced between Mintwhisper and Risingstorm, hoping they would have an answer.

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Rainpaw - 12 Moons - Apprentice - Gash on Left Thigh (partially healed) - Territory - Mentions: Tatteredjaw, Birtchheart

Rainpaw dipped her head at the two warriors, before scrambleping into the forest, her legs a bit stiff with excitement. Perhaps she’d never grow out of her spontaneous and awkward kit-ish movements.

She walked for a few moments, trying to catch a scent. Her ears pricked suddenly, hearing what sounded like skittering across the leaves on the forest floor. Lowering her body, she slinked in the direction of the noise, avoiding any leaves and dragging her paws.

A vole sat on a flat rock, rubbing it’s face with its paws. It’s round ears twitched, but didn’t seem to hear her. Her hanches prepared to jump, and she leaped at the rodent, cutting off its desperate squeak with a swift bite to its neck. It was a bit small, but prey nonetheless. She burried it near a distinctive tree covered in green moss. She’d take it back to Brightheart and Tatteredjaw when she’d caught the other two.

After pading quietly through the forest, Rainpaw heard an all too familiar coo. She turned to see a dove perched on a low branch. It shook its feathered heat and flapped down to the forest floor, disrupting the leaves and starting to peck at the ground. She crept towards it silently, making sure she was down wind to the bird. Before she could get as close as she preferred, a twing snapped under her back paw. She froze as the dove ceased pecking and frantically looked around. Just as it spotted her and started to fly away, she leapt into the air, barley catching it by its wing. She heard a bone snap and dragged it back down, killing it with quickly after it began to desperately smack her in the face with its free wing. The gray cat let out a sigh of relief. Blood dripped out of the point where it’s wing was bent unnaturally, and she hoped that the bird was meaty enough to excuse the sloppy kill as she buried it near the tree she had left the vole at.

Rainpaw made her way to a small section of the forest with more underbrush and taller grass. It’s would be a bit more difficult to hunt prey here, but mice flourished and that promised that she’d catch something.

The scent hit her quickly, making Rainpaw stop in her tracks and prick her ears with interest.

Rabbit.

Excitement made the fur on her neck tingle as she caught sight of it. It sat near it’s hole silently, standing still. This would be difficult. She entertained the idea of moving on, as rabbits were faster than mice or thrush, but the reward outweighed the risk. Although the rabbit wasn’t huge or fat, it would still make a good meal. Crouching in the tall grass, she took a few soft steps and waited. The rabbits nose twitched, beach eyes focused straight ahead, unblinking. Knowing if she crept any closer it would bolt, she sprinted towards it. The rabbit disappeared into its hole, but her teeth followed it, grabbing its leg and pulling it out. The rabbit kicked frantically, but she had managed to get a grip on it’s neck and squeezed it until it’s body fell limp in her jaws.

Her chest swelled with pride, even if she didn’t catch anything especially exceptional. The trotted back to the tree with her other prey and grabbed it before heading beak to the bidirectional of Brightheart and Tatteredjaw.

((aaaa sorry about the length of this one!))

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