The chilly breeze wafted into the Leader’s den, ruffling his patchy fur and edging the large cat out of his slumber. His eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the ever-growing light which seemed to stubbornly steep in. Stretching out and unsheathing his claws, he rolled over onto his stomach, carefully lifting himself up in a stiff and awkward manner. Once you get old, like he was, nothing you do is ever smooth. Always stiff, always creaky and definitely not graceful.

With a muffled yawn, Hawkstar made his way, slowly, to the entrance of his den. Once there, he skimmed the area, making sure everything was in order. Since he was an early riser, not many cats were up quite yet, only a few warriors dotted here and there. It wasn’t surprising as Hawkstar always liked to be one of the first awake, in that aspect, he takes after his father. First to wake and last to sleep was something he was reminded of when he was a youngster. Obviously, as a youngster, he was never interested in being the first to wake, realisticly, always one of the last. Oh, how things have changed.

Hawkstar twitched his tail to the side, standing large and proud as he scanned the camp once again, noting the absence of frost which seemed to have cleared up overnight. The fresh-kill pile was looking meagre, a hunting group would certainly have to be sent out soon to restock it. And a border patrol too, he couldn’t forget about that. He let his mind wonder briefly, letting the breeze sway through his fur once more.

His attention was caught by two cats sitting outside the Nursery, talking together quietly. He could instantly recognise one of the cats as being Gingerflame, a Queen who, thinking about it, was actually expecting a litter of kits very soon. The other cat must have been Ravencoat, the Deputy, his jet black pelt always being a dead give-away.

Hawkstar shook his head, ensuring he was fully awake before approaching the two ThunderClan cats. He was keen to see how the Queen was doing since new kits have always been such special and important occasions for the clan. Ah... that reminds me. I better go talk to Leopardflower too, she’s also expecting.

As he neared, he could over-hear some of their conversation.

“Why do you intend to make my life harder?” The ginger cat meowed, swishing her tail in annoyance.

Ravencoat smiled warmly at his mate, tilting his head to the side in a slightly sarcastic manner. “Oh, I’m sorry. My cough is very inconvenient for you.” He said in a playful tone, and as if on cue, splattered a single cough to the side.

Gingerflame twitched her whiskers, the word ‘displeased’ couldn’t quite describe the look that appeared on her face. “I know you’re jealous of me being pregnant, but you didn’t have to get yourself sick. Did you?” She hissed, her words matched his playfulness, yet her tone did not.

The black cat nudged his mate affectionately, his cold, pink nose burrowing through her fur. “You’re worried about clan again, aren’t you? Look, you know that if something happens, I’ll be there. You don’t have to fight everything alone, you know. If an attack happens, we have plenty of warriors who can handle it.”

The she-cat sighed, gazing at Ravencoat knowingly. “I know. I don’t like feeling helpless, that’s all.”

“You? Helpless? Oh please, even while heavily pregnant, you could still kick big old Redstar’s butt any day!” He spoke cheerfully, nudging against her with a childish glean in his eyes. Suddenly, he turned his head away painfully, letting out a loud and rasping cough.

Gingerflame’s smile soon grew serious as she stared at her mate with a worried, yet firm gaze. “I swear to StarClan, if you go poorly on me, I WILL BRING OUT MY CLAWS AND STICK THEM UP YOUR... Oh, Hawkstar...” The Queen quietened down once she saw the Leader face her, looking somewhat amused.

“Your claws up, where, may I ask?” The old tom-cat chuckled, his greying fur moving with his laugh.

Gingerflame smirked, the Leader could always cheer her up. “The git’s got a cough, sir. I keep telling him to get himself to Mallownose, but oh no, git knows best.” She chirped, adopting Ravencoat’s former playfulness with a ‘I win’ expression on her face.

“It’s nothing to-”

“Didn’t you hear the Queen, now off with you, lad. Can’t have my Deputy under the weather, can we? I suppose Mallownose would be in his den right now, you better catch up with him.” Hawkstar moved forward to sit next to the Queen as Ravencoat rolled his eyes and made himself scarce, searching the camp for the Medicine Cat.

“Thank you, Hawkstar.” She soothed, her eyes following the slender black cat.

Angelfeather and Brokenbranch.

Angelfeather yawned, the big tabby white Persian stretched, showing her huge teeth. Before so, she sat sown, grooming her white crystal like fur. She twitched her ear, hearing Gingerflame and Hawkstar. She shrugged it off, looking down at her mate. She lifted her snowy paw, and batted his ear to wake him up.

"Ow- Hey!" Brokenbranch said, opening one of his eyes. "Angelfeather, I hate it when you do that!" He mewed, nudging her back at her in the arm.

"Come on!" She said, standing up. Angelfeather padded to the entrance, and sat down.

Stonepaw was being groomed by his sister when he woke up, he leaped to his feet "So Russetpaw what do you want to do?" she shrugged and that's when Stonepaw offered "Let's go see the elders! We haven't some find them boring but they can tell some cool stories, do you remember them telling us about them when we were kits?!" Russetpaw frowned "I don't feel well" Stonepaw turned his head She seemed fine a minute ago he thought shows was to shy to go to the elders. Stonepaw went anyway

As Stonpaw padded up to the elder den Sparrowlegs was the only elder up besides one other elder who was just pretending to be asleep. Sparrowlegs turned to the apprentice and asked "Good morning Stonepaw, what brings you here" Stonepaw got closer so when he did speak Sparrowlegs could hear him. "Well I wanted to hear some of your interesting stories Sparrowlegs moved his head above his paws as he laided down showing his interest in telling others stories.

"Well let's see....." as he told tales of the forest, Stonepaw listened purring.

The rush of cold water tugged pleasantly against Snowpaw's fur. Her powerful legs pushed forcefully against the calm flow of the river, propelling her towards the shore. Her pelt soaked and dripping, she emerged from the water feeling fresh and exercised.

The day was bright, sunny. Her clanmates were roosted lazily upon the Sunningrocks. At this precise moment in time, they belonged to Riverclan, but what the stone colored cats didn't know couldn't hurt them.

Sandfire, a pretty ginger brown warrior, narrowed her eyes at Snowpaw's arrival. Snowpaw had always had the prickling suspicion that Sandfire mistrusted her. The she-cat, a devoted follower of the Warrior Code, seemed to, at times, doubt where Snowpaw's loyalties lay. Still, she flicked her an ear in greeting and Snowpaw meowed what she hoped was a friendly sounding hello.

She settled herself on the Sunningrocks next to Sandfire, not quite sure of her decision as she did so. It didn't make sense. As often as possible, Snowpaw avoided placing herself close to Clanmates whom she suspected despised her.

Just then, the pathetic mewling of struggling kits pierced the air around them.

Pebblekit and Smallkit, Snowpaw thought, as the matted heads of two small bundles floated into the view of the sunning cats. She had never seen either kit, but her gut told her that both the drowning little ones were her half-siblings.

Beside her Sandfire's eyes narrowed. Snowpaw was horrified to hear a voice very unlike Sandfire's come from the she-cat's mouth.

"Will you save them? Or leave them? Where do your loyalties lie?"

"Loyalties?!" Snowpaw mewed, shocked. Surely the lives of two kits were more important than her loyalty to the Clan. Sandfire and the cats around her nodded solemnly, their faces impassive, dark, cold.

Snowpaw's ears flattened against her head. The cry of the kits was becoming louder, more desperate.

Whispered doubts burst forth from the cats around her. The air had become chilly, unfriendly, and nipped uncomfortably at the tips of Snowpaw's paws.

Finally, she could take it no more. Bounding forward, she dived headfirst into the now murky and rushing water of the river. In turns, she snatched and dragged each kit back to shore, and when finally both were safe, licked them vigorously so that the water they had swallowed was coughed back up in tiny hiccuping meows.

"You don't belong here," A voice purred in her ear darkly, "Leave. Clan traitor. Blood betrayer. Code cheater."

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Snowpaw woke with a start, her claws dug deeply into the bedding of her nest. Glancing around her hesitantly, she checked to make sure no other apprentice had been awoken by her struggling. Feeling frustrated and frightened, she slinked out of the apprentice den quietly, desperately desiring fresh air and repose away from that terrible dream.



Sandfire yowled frustratedly as a paw prodded her side roughly, rousing her out of a pleasant dream. She had been dreaming about catching the biggest squirrel in the forest, a juicy, red pelted, strapping creature, who was bounding excitedly from tree to tree. Sandfire had been, unrealistically, flying through the forest hunting the animal down.

She looked up angrily into the face of her mellow, green-eyed, brother Bravefeather, who purred amusedly at the sight of her shivering, indignant whiskers.

"Rise and shine," He meowed, pushing her gently again.

"I know," She snapped irritably, rising to her feet and shaking her short, glossy pelt out. The two cats stared at each for a moment, before Sandfire broke out into a gentle and affectionate purr, reaching out to give her brother a friendly lick between the ears.

It was hard to stay mad at Bravefeather. They were, in many ways, opposites, and Bravefeather helped to balance out Sandfire at times. The two cats accompanied each other outside the warrior den.

Sandfire spared a fleeting glance towards the medicine cat den, where Mallownose rested. Her paws prickled with something, and she looked away quickly.

"So," she meowed, "What's on the agenda for today?"

[i][b]Brokenbranch || Angelfeather[b][/i]

Brokenbranch gave his mates cheek a lick, before saying. "Bye Angelfeather. Im going to go see my Apprentice Timberpaw, so we can start training." He mewed standing up, The brown muscular tom padded away and to the Apprentice den.

"Bye Brokenbranch." She mewed, standing up and shaking her winter fur pelt. Her blue gaze searched for something to do or someone to chat with, considering Brokenbranch left.

The sun slowly made its way into the Warrior's den, and burried itself into the tabby pelt of the sleeping warrior, arousing her from rest. She shut her eyes even tighter and continued to stay curled in a little soft ball of fur. But the morning's cold breeze swept through the den, and Tabbyfur was succumbed to awake herself. With an exhausted huff, she pulled herself away from the warm comforts of her nest and stood up in the den. Before spending a moment to groom her fur and pull out scraps of moss from her pelt, she padded nimbly out into the ThunderClan's camp clearing.

The rising sun left a mild - but pleasant feel in the clearing. Tabbyfur's bright green eyes scanned the camp. She could see her leader, talking in a somewhat jokingly way to Ravencoat and Gingerflame, before the deputy picked himself up and seemed to sulkily drag himself into the Medicine cat den. Looking away from the Tom, she turned her attention back to Hawkstar and Gingerflame. She sincerely admired Gingerflame - and her leader, of course. Being a more experienced warrior, she found that Gingerflame's stubborn attitude made her a stronger warrior than most. Tabbyfur shook her head, dazed in thought.

Quietly making her way through the clearing, Tabbyfur poked her head round the Apprentice's den, and narrowed her eyes in an attempt to spot Snowpaw. She pulled her head out and looked stumped for a second, before realising her apprentice was in the clearing, looking somewhat shaken. Feeling slightly embarrassed, she padded up to her apprentice. "Err.. Heya.." She greeted awkwardly. "Are you okay? You seem pretty shaken up.." And she placed herself next to Snowpaw.

Angelfeather found a place to sit. Since having no apprentice, she had decided to just sit, and maybe hunt soon. She lifted her paw and gave it a lick, watching everyone. The tabby shecat was sitting under a tall oak, the Persian enjoying shading spots. She groomed her fur.

Brokenbranch looked for Timberpaw. "Timberpaw?" The brown muscular big tom asked, looking around before finding Timberpaw. He padded over, nudging his Appprentice. "Timberpaw, rise and shine." He mewed softly to the apprentice. He felt proud to have an apprentice, so he smiled. He gave his back a quick lick as he awaited his apprentice to wake up a little.

Silverstorm

The morning was still and quiet, the forest like a giant breath being taken waiting to suddenly burst to life when the breath is exhaled. Silverstorm loved such moments and she purred in contentment before getting her lazy butt up and ready to go. She had recently taken to waking early in the morning and going for a quick run through the territory, she loved the feeling of freedom and while it might not be the safest thing in the world it was something she felt she could get away with. She made her with back across her route with agility and grace making quick time to the various areas where she left fresh kill. As she pawed back towards camp her thoughts went to her clan-mates.

Tabbyfur, the almost always perfectly groomed she-cat whom Silverstorm got along quite well with and who always made her smile remembering the nights that the two would train together.

Frostbite was probably the best or one of the best hunters that the clan had, and while he had a more interesting personality in that he kept to himself more than some, Silverstorm knew he was a loyal and loving cat who would do anything for Thunderclan.

Flareheart, never was the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat' more accepted than with Flareheart and Silverstorm remembered fondly the time the she-cat was spotted staring at a Riverclan warrior fishing. What came next is not something Silverstorm repeats but it may or may not involve a embarrassing situation and water.

Then there was Mallownose, a great loving cat who also happened to be the clan's Medicine cat. Silverstorm loved every interaction she had with the black and white Tom.

And with Mallownose you have to have Stormstrike, a cat that Silverstorm respected and at the same time wondered about. Sure he was quite gruff and at times bloodthirsty but with the right balance Silverstorm thought him a strong warrior and one that would always defend the clan. Then again at times he did make her spine crawl, and she couldn't help but think of the death of his brother...

Speaking of his brother... Mossfur, to say that Silverstorm had a 'crush' on the gorgeous grey and white tom would not be wrong, but Silverstorm always struggles to put the clan ahead of herself in everything. Even if Mossfur has the best personality, looks, and manners ever put into a cat. Silverstorm catches herself inside her head as she bounds over a log and smiles around the many voles.

It takes her another 30 minutes to get all the food back to the camp and then she had to take two trips to bring it all to the fresh kill pile. It was enough for every cat to at least get fresh breakfast but not quite enough to prevent a morning hunt patrol that could be pushed back an hour or so. She went straight from the pile with her own pick of choice and padded towards her leader. She glanced around the clearing replaying her thoughts on some of the cats from the clan, all her fellow warriors.

She smiled and nodded at the siblings Sandfire and Bravefeather, gesturing towards the fresh kill, and continuing her way to Hawkstar. Upon arriving she placed a nice plump vole in front of the Queen Gingerflame with a large smile. "Figured you might be hungry." She also pushed another plump animal, a mouse this time towards Hawkstar before settling down beside them with her Vole.

Stonepaw thanked the elder for the stories that he was once told as a kit and went over to the apprentice den. He went out shortly after entering seeing a warrior trying to wake up Timberpaw and that his sister went back to sleep. Walking around he seen a tall oak tree and that Angelfeather was sitting under it. He decided to have some fun, he crawled around the back of the oak tree and hopped out in front of the warrior hopeing to make her jump. "So hows things?" he said sitting down and licking his paws.

Sparrowlegs thanked the apprentice for coming to see him and asked him to come around whenever he wants. He lay down ready for another rest after entertaining Stonepaw.

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Angelfeather gave a jump and hit her back against the tree. "Oh, hello Stonepaw." She mewed, sitting back down. "Not much really. Brokenbranch is taking his time to train his apprentice, and since I don't have one, theres nothing really I can do, other then hunt and sleep." She stated, licking her tail. The crystal white Persian lifted her snowy white head, twitching her head as she heard her belly growl. She of course was hungry, considering it was morning. She lifted her paw, gave it a lick, and the mouse she left there yesterday beside the tree.

Shadowpaw

As soon as the sun appeared in the sky, Shadowpaw's eyes popped open. Generally, he would immediately fly out of the den, but this morning was one of the unusual ones. One of the younger apprentices, Snowpaw, was having a bad dream again. He was going to wake her, when she stirred herself. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, afraid she might think she woke him.

After she left, Shadowpaw waited a few minutes for he himself to exit. Soon he became bored and gave his still sleeping brother a lick on the ear, then slithered out of the apprentice den. He spied his parents over by the nursery, and Bravefeather outside the warriors den with his sister. Warmpaw was nowhere to be seen.

Before going over to greet his mother, he made sure to groom himself. She would certainly scold him if he looked like he had just rolled out of his nest! Which he did, but he wasn't going to let her know that.

Quickly, he cleaned up and started walking over, but Ravencoat had already started to walk away towards.... Shadowpaw scrunched his nose, Mallownose's den. He wondered if Warmpaw was awake, but decided to check on him later, instead, bounding toward his mother.
"Good morning, moth.. err, Hawkstar..!" Shadowpaw hadn't seen the sneaky clan leader until that moment. Sneakiness was his thing! Still, he showed the old cat the respect he was due.

He turned to Gingerflame and nearly shouted, "Good morning, mother!" and licked her cheek. "Do you or the others need some fresh moss? How are the kits? Are you feeding well? Are you hungry? I can get you something to eat!" Shadowpaw fired off the line of questions without pause to let the she cat answer and bounded off to the fresh kill pile, not even noticing the vole Silverstorm had put before her.
"Morning Silverstorm!" he called as he scampered away.

Warmpaw

Night before~
As with every night, Warmpaw had trouble sleeping. Even poppy seeds weren't strong enough to fight off the nightmares.
Every time he closed his eyes, images of his family flooded his mind. He would never be able to escape it. That night had been his fault. If he had just listened to his parents warnings, it would never had happened. He was such a fool.

Rather than attempt to go back to sleep, he decided to stretch his legs. He didn't leave the camp, nor the front of the den. He sat outside and looked up at the stars, hoping his family was among StarClan. His eyes grew heavy soon after, and he entered the den once more to fight off his demons.

Morning~
Warmpaw had been organizing herbs when Stormstrike had entered his and Mallownose's den. As per usual, the stocky tom was complaining about thorns in his fur. Stormstrike was the only cat in Thunderclan he was afraid of, so he watched from a distance as his mentor made light of the scary feline. He hoped he would never have to deal with the tom, but as apprentice to the clan medicine cat, it was inevitable.

Having already organized and reorganized the herbs and counted them, he padded up next to Mallownose.
"We are going to need more poppy seeds soon, and the marigold we have is getting old. Also the Jun--" Warmpaw stopped as the deputy stepped inside. He squeaked a hello and backed up to give the larger cat some room.

Flareheart

This one wasn't getting away. Flareheart balanced herself on the high branch perfectly. One slip up could mean broken bones, or worse. She had been stalking this thrush for two minutes and now it just sat there.. all plump and juicy, ready to be eaten. There was nothing left to do, she pounced, sinking her teeth into the birds sof--

Flareheart was jolted awake by the sound of the other warriors beating up on their sleeping partners. Always when she got to the good bits too. She grumbled angrily, but said nothing and wiggled her way out of the den. Once out, she could already smell fresh kill. Someone had beaten her to the punch. Most likely Silverstorm that she cat always woke up before her.

Shaking the loose dirt from her pelt, Flareheart made her way to the kill pile. There were no birds, much to her dismay, but she would rectify that when the hunting patrol set out.
Picking up a fat mouse, she trotted over to the medicine cat den. She was certain neither of them had eaten yet. On the way over she passed a cranky Stormstrike. She meowed a good morning, but it ended up sounding more like 'goom orbig'.

Not paying attention, Flareheart bumped into a large black thing. She immediately recognized the fur of Ravencoat, the clan deputy and caught herself before saying, 'Watch where you're going!' instead, opting for an apology.

"Please excuse me, Ravencoat." The mouse was placed next to Mallownose and Flareheart winked at Warmpaw who suddenly became shifty. "I thought you two could use a little breakfast." she started to walk out, but stopped, "Do you want something to eat, Ravencoat?"

Frostbite was found to be already awake, talking to the only clan-member you'd catch him speaking to. He tended to wake up earlier than the other warriors, managing to grab a nest closest to the exit of the Den. Waking up earlier showed that he was ready, and it also meant he could refresh himself earlier before his first Duty of the day was given. Although, waking up before the sun did also meant he could have time to share private-tongues, discussing the politics and opinions other's might not want to enjoy. More importantly, he could talk to his Guardian if he needed the help. This was where Frost could be heard, without a stutter. Although, at the time he was talking at, other Clanners had awoken, yet Frostbite still exchanged conversation with Frogpelt. He had to. Over the course of the last moon; Frost had suffered from shock after being involved in a Fight he shouldn't of been in...Therefore, he wanted to catch up with his only friend and beloved one.

"Did you thank Mallownose once you were let out of the Medicine Den?" Frogpelt asked with a grin on her face, mimicking the voice she used on him when he was younger...when he was scared of interacting with the Kits and clan around. It hadn't done much. He still was very frightened to share his words with others to-date.

"Frogpelt, I'm not that sort of tom anymore. Sweet talk doesn't work on me." He looked up, pulling a mature look. Though it was a complete lie. Sweet talking could work on him, from the correct other that was. "And to answer your question, I did. Thank you very much! In those words..." She grinned up at him. Frogpelt may not have been one of the oldest of the Elders, but she was definitely the most fascinating. Although, having to alter her stories around to lying for the benefit of Frostbite had to be enforced. Currently, besides the information that Mallownose and Hawkstar knew, and ranks before, Frogpelt was believed to be a widowing mother of Frostbite.

"Whatever you say, Frosty..."

"You don't have to call me Frosty anymore! How many times to I have to explain this..." He scowled, feeling embarrassment as he hoped there was no eavesdropping on the conversation.

"You are right. I don't have to...but I want to..." Frogpelt managed to flash a cheeky grin up to Frost. Irresistibly, he managed to find a smile himself. The two were almost in quiet hysterics for the matter. Frostbite's tail followed the movement of his head, as if connected or a second copy. It took around 6 minutes before the two finally stopped laughing, for such a small joke. That is why Frostbite loved her, as a guardian. She was the only cat who answered his cries and mews when he was among the bodies. She was the only cat who had the consistent skill of making him cheerful any time she wanted. And when Washteeth, her old mate, died, Frostbite was there to act as her son. It was all pretty innocent, their relationship lie.

The two had exchanged gossip and laughter for a few more minutes, before they decided to part their ways for that morning. Frostbite did his usual lick behind her ear, like he did as a Kit. Before doing so, he smiled, definitely a lot bigger than she had always remembered him in his younger days, and padded off.

He proceeded to his usual spot. The corner edge of the clan, left of the Warrior den. It was his waiting spot. Though it was quite unpopular and not-crowded at all, therefore he could gather his thoughts aloud to himself and not have to worry about someone listening to how secluded and strange he was. That was one thing he feared the clan would find out one day, the reason. He told himself everyday that "It was just another day, why would they find out today?" Though there was a collection of thoughts that told him it wasn't okay. Though as every day goes by, nothing does happen. Now back to reality, he placed himself down in the markings he liked to sit in. His fur bristled as the sun's rays took full affect, bearing down a steady and moderate temperature. That was when he began to make conversation...with himself of course...

"Blooming sun...Leaf-Bare felt too short! Hunting won't be as fun now...and...Snow...why did the snow have to leave? Why can't one day, snow just settle...for 100 moons! Yes..." He smiled to himself, feeling he had great judgement. "Your ideas need more appreciation, Frostbite. But no one could care as much as you do than myself...being you...being me?" He began to trail off as he noticed the clan starting to become more active, cats still pouring out of the Warriors den. He hoped no-one had heard or seen him. That was when he did it...

Hawkstar padded past for the briefest of moments. Frostbite had instantaneously brought himself to a high stance. He felt that it was necessary, a great deal of respect to be shown towards him. He seemed to be the only one who did this. And he felt it made him stand-out more, hence why he did it only when Hawkstar was close-by. To his dismay, once Hawkstar had departed, he noticed Russetpaw, along with Silentpaw, giggling at him. Within minutes, his cheeks flourished pink, and he hung his head low. A deep sigh came upon him...

"Why can't you just be brave, Frost..." He muttered at the bottom of his voice.



She had finished yanking a tooth and a claw out of the emotionless corpse. As she had scouted out the largest one, a grin slowly crawled its way up her face.

"BIRCH!" She called, snapping the Tom's attention towards her. "Get a look at this one...great size, sharpness...definitely one for the pile?" She turned, a dark and amber-glisten shone in her eyes. She tended to narrow them in her usual way. Python knew it made Birch feel...that way...

"Oh...my...Definitely Python! One of the best you've caught in the past 7 moons, I say!" He leapt closer, his gentle-tom like-humour that laid in his voice brought another smile onto Python's face. Once they had done so, they rolled the body into the stream nearby. They watched as it floated down stream, towards Thunderclan. She never really bothered Shadowclan's territory...it might upset him in Starclan. As it eventually turned a meander, giving a lost-line of sight for the corpse, the two smiled in synchronization. "How about you and I say we go visit Thunderclan in a few days...see if anyone noticed the body...maybe make a few 'friends'..." The seductive look on her face shone back down upon him.

"You always know how to satisfy my needs..." The two padded off, a stain of blood remained behind.

Leopardflower

The reddish brown she-cat layed onto the nurserys entrance next to the other queen Mosscoat. Older queens closeness maked her feel much more confortable, excpecailly now when this was her first time to been queen and pregnant. First half of moon when she entered first time to this den she was nervous, but big thanks to Mosscoat as well as her caring Brother Hailclaw she ended up to calm down and even enjoying her new den.
Yawning she scratched her front legs as she noticed the Hawkstar, with his deputy Ravencoat talking with Gingerflame. Biging her nose to the others thinks wasen't her job, so she didn't care about them. Thought one red old tom, with weak legs walked at her way a tiny mouse at his jaws "...Redwhisker?" she meowed to her father which stopped before her. Dropping the mouse he smirkled "Why so shocked? Didn't you think that a old hawk like me could make a little walk toward the camp to give my little girl a meal?" he purred. "But what about you? Are you eat anything yet?" she meowed in worry. Redwhisker maked a quick nood "Yes I am, the Berrypaw and Russetpaw was too helpfull at this Morning, they bringed more that enought prey to us there..." he meowed looking behing him toward the apprentices "I told them to bring all thoise prey, which we coulden eat to the queens" he continued purring gently.

Runningpaw

Young she-cat sitted next to the other apprentices, waiting a chance to get some food to the fresh kill pile. She heared her sister Berrypaw talking with Russetpaw, they're become very close and only training with their mentors will break them apart. She feeled little bit of jealous about it, because she didn't have any close friends like they are...She did have only her stupid Brother Foxpaw.

The large tom watched carefully as more and more cats emerged from their dens and made their way around the camp. He was glad that so many of them were up already, although the blame could probably be put on the growing sun instead of just sheer dedication to get going. Nevertheless, letting himself believe the latter wasn’t harmful and always did put him in good spirits.

Let’s see, who’s up? Hawkstar instantly spotted Angelfeather, who, momentarily, was sitting at the entrance of the Warrior’s den before leaving to sit somewhere else. She was a good hunter, being quite the agile cat, and thus was a perfect choice to send on that hunting patrol which he’d planned earlier.

He saw but a blur of greyish fur which seemed to have disappeared within the Elder’s den. Even though he didn’t see the cat clearly, he was more then positive that it was Stonepaw, an eager cat to say the least. He’d been told by Echotail that the little Apprentice was quite keen on hearing their stories. Which was good. Very good. The Elder’s gave himself so much wisdom as a young Warrior and was pleased that the same wisdom would be passed onto the young’uns of the clan.

Speaking of Apprentices, his attention was caught by the appearance of Snowpaw as she exited the Apprentice’s den. Ah, Snowpaw. She’d heard some good things about her from her mentor and, realising her strength in climbing, Hawkstar had been wanting to see how much this skill could help her with hunting. Birds tend to lay their eggs high up into the trees and it takes skilled cats to go up and retrieve them. Since, well, he’d have to admit, he does favour an egg or two every now and then and more cats who can climb, means more fresh-kill for the clan. He’d have to speak to her mentor, Tabbyfur, to see whether she feels that Snowpaw would be up to it. New-leaf always brings around new batches of eggs, so it’d be a sound time to train up the young Apprentice’s skills.

“Drifting in thought again, are we?” The Queen prodded, dragging him away from his train of thought.

The tom smiled heartily, for a moment there, he had completely forgotten he was sat next to the she-cat. “There’s nothing wrong with letting your mind wonder occasionally.” He spoke, peering down towards her bulging stomach as she sat there. “Third litter, now, isn’t it?”

Gingerflame chuckled, apparently, she too was in good spirits today. “Oh yes. You’d have thought we’d stop at the first one, but oh no...” She trailed off, smirking at her Leader like a frolicking kit. “He just can’t keep his paws away from me, you see.”

Hawkstar chuckled along side her, the light-hearted atmosphere bringing a smile to his face. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw Silverstorm walk back into camp, bringing forth quite the bundle of fresh-kill. Thank StarClan the prey was coming back after a tiresome leaf-bare. Even though the warrior was still young, she had proved herself many times to be a well respected member of ThunderClan. Her diplomatic skills are a sight to behold, especially from a inexperienced cat like her. It normally takes years for a cat to learn such control, well, it did for him anyway. But, what Silverstorm possessed was something which he noticed in her since she was a kit. He knew Ravencoat had a particular fondness for the she-cat, since even though it was Hawkstar who was actually Silverstorm's mentor, Ravencoat used to take her out for little training sessions whenever they were free. He too, like Hawkstar, saw potential and wanted to improve her cross-clan discussion skills. When the time comes for Ravencoat to surpass him and become Leader, he’d bet nine mouses that he’d choose Silverstorm to be Deputy. Hopefully, that won’t happen for a while, since Hawkstar had no desire to let go of his title just yet.

“I like her.” As if the ginger cat had over-heard his thoughts, she whispered quietly to him.

He looked at her, slightly surprised, but giving her a banterous grin nonetheless. “Who are you and what have you done to Gingerflame?”

She chuckled silently, turning her head away, and then back towards the tom. “I may not be a diplomat myself...”

“What, really? I never...”

“But. I’m not blind to see that, sometimes, things may be better resolved, differently...” Gingerflame announced, nodding to herself as she watched the she-cat bring in more fresh-kill.

Hawkstar paused, allowing the Queen’s words to sink in. And with a suddenly serious tone, he spoke. “Ravencoat has gotten to you, hasn’t he?”

Gingerflame turned to look at him, matching his serious tone, she replied, “...yes.” The two cats laughed, allowing themselves to relax in each others company.

Once they saw Silverstorm near them, they straightened themselves out. Hawkstar nodded respectfully at Silverstorm, thanking her for the fresh-kill she’d brought in that morning.

“Thank you, Silverstorn.” Gingerflame spoke contently, looking down longingly at the plump vole the slender cat had pushed in front of her. Thinking about it, she was rather hungry. A side effect from being pregnant, your appetite gets big and merciless. Hawkstar was also pleased with the mouse brought to him, happily digging into his meal once he saw the fresh-kill pile was now a nice size. That hunting group can wait till later.

Before Gingerflame even had time to tuck into her meal, a loud, ginger and black ball of fur scampered towards her. Shadowpaw. Like always, making an entrance. The Queen looked at him with a loving smile as he licked her on the cheek. Unfortunately though, she couldn’t get a word in edgeways before her son bundled off towards the fresh-kill pile. She sighed, shaking her head as she watched him dart away. “He takes after his father...”

Silverstorm

Silverstorm watched with amused and envious eyes as Shadowpaw bounded across the clearing with youthful energy, she had returned his greeting but would bet three voles he didn't hear it. Silverstorm always had and still wanted kits badly but at the same time her aspirations to ascend to Deputyship were very strong as well and she kept herself busy providing for the clan. She let a ghost of a smile edge onto her face and caught Gingerflame's eye. "He's turning into a fine young cat, i'm sure you're very proud." She snaked her head down to snag a bit more Vole then focused her attention on Hawkstar. "If it's alright with you i'd like to lead the Morning Border Patrol, Shadowclan to Windclan i'm thinking." Her deep blue eyes sparkled as she began thinking of cats to take with her if Hawkstar didn't name anyone. There was something about Hawkstar that made Silverstorm just feel at ease, the old tom almost like a father figure to her since she never met her own. Then again so was Ravencoat, she invisibly shrugged her shoulders and waited to resume eating on Hawkstar's answer.

As she waited a brief glance around the clearing showed the Clan was all waking, apprentices reported into Warrior's who generally sent them to care for the Elder's, other warrior's milled about still groggy from sleep eyeing something from the Fresh Kill pile for breakfast, it was then she noticed Redwhisker, and Leopardflower sitting near her. She waved her tail in their direction and greeting, and returned to look at Hawkstar.

Frostbite remained seated, waiting for someone to be paired with him for his Hunting duty. These waits were normally long and daunting, as most of the Warriors were either sharing tongues or chatting. Some even waking up. He had waited until the two Apprentices had stopped laughing at how 'Over-loyal' he was around Hawkstar. They were slightly right, in some ways. Frostbite was clearly one of the most Loyal cats, but clearly one that could get on one's nerves. He found it fascinating how Hawkstar had even managed to put up with him, instead of throwing him in a River like some others have done. Though, he did want a clan loyal to his name, so it slightly made some sense.

"Well, is there even such a thing as 'Over-loyal'. I know that there's overly annoying, which I guess a lot of these clanners find me, bar the majority who don't pay attention to me." Frostbite was one of those cats. He knew he wasn't obviously taken notice of, but he always thought of being the lower-life-form of the clan. It didn't really make sense how he just 'Poofed' out of nowhere one day. The lack of having family around made his communication quite limited, awful to some extent. Easily embarrassed, easily outdone. "I wonder if Frogpelt could use some more company...the Apprentices must al-"

"Do you always speak to yourself?" A near voice took Frostbite by surprise. It silenced him, making him freeze from his sentence and upcoming speech. Windclaw sat there, staring deeply at him.

"U-Uh...m-me?" Though Frostbite could clearly understand he was the one being talked to. No one was as secluded as him as to make deep conversation with themselves.

"Noooooo...Starclan..." His sarcastic voice slurred onward. "See, if I had a Mouse for every sentence you said to yourself as if another person speaking to you, if you understand what I'm saying, I'd be as plump as every single Kittypet mushed into one..." Frostbite cowered slightly at the remark, not knowing if he should take it as a joke or take it to offense. It was a tense relationship, Frostbite and Windclaw's. The two were definitely not to be put with one another. Previous events had involved them getting into arguments, and the majority of the time, Windclaw came out on top, as he had way more things to say than Frost could even get out in one comeback. Windclaw noticed his first look down. "What's the matter? You look a little down, buddy? Is it that Leaf-bare is over? Or maybe you are melting?" He grinned at him. It was at times like these were Frost wished he was going to be noticed by other clan members. But as things go by, no one really cared or took notice. With Frogpelt inside telling stories to Apprentices, he had no-one to speak for himself.

After the endless silence Frostbite kept, Windclaw smirked a half-smile. He muttered something, sounding a lot like the words 'Kittypet'. Though that would make sense, he wasn't the friendliest of Cats. Upon saying such remarks, he departed from Frost, leaving him saddened and quiet. His head drooped low down as he began to lower his head; it rested nicely on his paws. Although, not being referred to as a Scratching-Post was nice. Scars weren't as popular here as they used to be back with Vermin. To him, the more Scars meant the better...it dragged him into a deep, nostalgic muse...

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Vermin looked down upon his white and pale kit. Like the rest, he was squeaking in slight pain from the markings having to be put onto the face of him. His own frowned.

"You don't need to feel so ashamed to have these put on, Frost. They look quite threatening if you ask me..." A warming smile came from his father. As warming as it was, it always made Frost's heart burn brighter again. His whimpering was soon seized. "Feeling better?" The young kit nodded up to his father, feeling brighter at the very second. Further along the ranks of the cats, was Tree, Python, Stream...all four were playing nicely, finishing off their scar treatments. "You should go join them, Frost. You never know, you might actually have fun this time?"

The kit shook his head, not wanting to join in. His nerves had the better of him. He knew he needed to start talking to become a successful wanderer, though he just needed some time to pluck up the courage. Not all kits moved at the same pace as one another, just his was severely slower. He thought about the last time he tried to interact. They seemed to wander off with little care after he refused to say a word. He wouldn't have to get used to this though, for all of his life, especially when he reaches the age and height of a full grown wanderer, will he never have to stay not being cared about. He'll be liked and loved someday. And for as long as that takes, he'll always have Vermin to guide him along the way.

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Frostbite wasn't aware of the some-time that had passed whilst he was entrapped in his telepathic trip back. He was too busy analyzing the details of that memory. 'Always having Vermin...' and 'He'll be liked and loved...' caught his mind especially. Those didn't exactly stay as he thought he would. Though as he thought about this, he was completely oblivious to any approaching clanmates...

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Angelfeather looked around, before spotting Frostbite. The white Persian stood up, padding over. She smiled, saying. "Hey Frostbite." Giving her neck a lick, she looked at him again. "Do you want to go hunting?" She asked, the crystal white like Persian spoke, looking down.

"I know a great spot, too!" She said, smiling. The winter white coated shecat awaited for Frostbite, wanting to hunt. She couldn't do it with Brokenbranch, because he was out with his Apprentice. And she didn't have an apprentice, so what would she do?

It took a while for him to realise the she-cat standing in front of him. Angelfeather...He snapped back into reality when he heard it.

I know a great spot, too!" She had said, and it confused him at first. A great spot for what? Sitting? Talking? Killing other Cats? Starting a new clan? It could've meant anything, therefore, he just had to ask it...

"A...spot f-for what?" He had stuttered. Again, his lack of social skills proved to embarrass him in-front of the she-cat.

"For hunting, duuuh..." Anglefeather had repeated. Frostbite thought for a short while. Hunting...he loved hunting. He was recognised for being a skilled hunter. Also he had one new technique he was dying to try out on a Vole. Shrugging his sides off, he smiled the most awkward of smiles.

"S-sure...l-lead the way!"

(I was rushed...sorry ;3;)

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(Its okie :3)

Angelfeather smiled and lead. "You ok? You keep stuttering when I said I have great spot. Did you think I was gonna kill cats?" She chuckled at her joke, the white Persian leaping high, and starting dashing. She was agile, so she missed every tree. She leapt over a large rock, before stopping and waiting for Frostbite.