Frostbite slowly padded behind her. Mistake one, she was speaking loudly, most likely drawing close prey further from their grasp. Secondly, she was also zooming off quickly, giving a potential miss of prey she could be passing. He decided to let it slide, as he stalked through in and out of the trees. As he eventually managed to find his way onto the ledge of the rock, looking down upon her. He mumbled something lowly, although it wasn't quiet enough for her not to clearly understand it.

"You clearly haven't talked t-to me much..." He sighed. "I don't...e-exactly enjoy s-speaking to others..." It was quite a spiteful way he put it, but obviously, he was still hung up about Windclaw. "I've especially been having p-p-problems lately with...t-talking and s-sharing tongues with other Clanners...C-clanmates." He corrected himself. The fact Frostbite still called them clanners, rather than referring to them as clanmates did hint about something. He just hoped that Angelfeather was too lost in her own perfect world to notice what secrets he did not want to reveal. Back to Windclaw, his actions had been on his mind for a few good minutes as he padded around. He was about to say something, silencing himself. Frostbite drew away from Angelfeather as he had seeked something through the smells fluttering into his nostrils...A vole. Quite a still one, as the smell went. Perfect. All he needed now was a treeline, and with even more strokes of luck, there was a good collection of trees that concealed the prey. He clambered up the tree slightly, as he usually did to spy the victim. There he saw it, a plump and fattened Vole. Now, he had learnt from Frogpelt well. A vole of such size would be slow, easy to catch in a straight pursuit. However, they aren't as stupid to run in a straight line, and will hide.

He thought his plan of action. To him, it didn't look like Angel was watching, making it all the better. He worked better alone, without an audience. Being him, he hated to fail in front of them...

Frostbite's eyes scouted around the treeline, planning every action move quickly within his head. Planning for too long could cause him to loose the prey, another life-lesson he learnt quickly. This was Frost's sanctuary, a place where he could go ahead and start testing his ability to survive. And he did so.

Circling around the tree line, he looked for an opening. Seeing one small enough to keep his concealment, but large enough to swiftly dive through...perfect. "It's like this Vole purposely setting itself up, as if it were begging to be eaten." He begun to say to himself. "Eat me...it would be saying...Eat me...come on...look out succulent and Juicy I am! Eat me!" He'd grin, still not so aware of how weird he was speaking to himself, or if Angelfeather was stalking her own prey or watching him...Turning back to his prey, he leapt from the tree, silently landing onto the floor. On the side opposite where the entrance was, was the spark of his plan. Distraction. He slowly bristled his tail through the leaves for about 5 seconds, before sprinting around as quick as he could to the opening. He peered his head through the gap to check if it worked. Funnily enough, it had...

The oak-Vole was fluffy, watching where his tail had brushed. He smirked. Success once again. He need to keep track of all his different ways of catching in such odd and peculiar ways. Not letting any other minutes slip-by...he leapt into action. A quick leap through that one gap was enough to catch it off guard. He pounced down, pressing his large paws down and listening to the crack of a small-minute spine. He smiled to himself, slowly giving his regards to Starclan for what he had caught. Settling down, he had finally praised his loyalty, picking it up with his tail, unlike the majority who use their Jaws. He padded outside, hoping he had gotten away with catching so without an eye to see his actions...

@LetMeDoStuff

"Hmm?" Angelfeather asked, the white Persian looking at him as she turned back. In her jaws, was a huge, plump, rabbit, that could feed a lot of warriors. The rabbit was a brown chocolate fur one, as blood dripped down from were the Persian's teeth sank in to the delicious large rabbit. Her crystal gaze watched him, as she still held her huge prey she caught. "Frostbite, have you met me? I am a very social cat, and will twlk to anyone. As long as you don't piss me off." She mewed from the fur of the rabbit. Then she realized Frostbite was gone.

She pelted through the forest, giving a large rough push of a tree, which she leapt, making her land 10 feet further. She finally saw him and huffed. "FrostBite! You scared me!" She mewed, dropping the massive delicious rabbit.

Snowpaw purred affectionately as Tabbyfur, her mentor, padded up to her and settled herself next to Snowpaw. It was comforting having Tabbyfur as a mentor, and Snowpaw admired her greatly, even, at times, striving to imitate the way the older she-cat carried herself within the clan. Besides, the two she-cats had certain commonalities, like Tabbyfur's adventurous, that made Snowpaw thank Starclan that Hawkstar had chosen her as her mentor.

"Err...Heya...Are you okay? You seem pretty shaken up..."

"It's nothing Tabbyfur," Snowpaw meowed reassuringly, smoothing out the ruffled fur on her chest with a quick lick, "Just a bad dream."

Bouncing to her feet, and very much imitating the stature of an excited kit, she asked, "So, what are we up to today?" She was eager to forget the dream, and training, hunting, or even patrolling with her mentor felt like a treat sent straight from Starclan.

Tabbyfur smiled awkwardly at her apprentice. "Well try stay awake, okay?" She meowed half seriously, half playfully. "I figured we'd go to the Sandy Hollow to do some battle training." Tabbyfur briskly licked Snowpaw's head and smiled. "Something that'll wake you up, hm?" Before moving, Tabbyfur briefly looked around the camp to try to see if her brother was awake, which to her dismay he wasn't. With the gesture of her tail, Tabbyfur darted out of camp into the bright woods of ThunderClan, and headed straight towards the Sandy Hollow. As they ran at a constant speed through the forest, the early leaves were soft and beneath her paws, and in comparison to leaf-fall's crunchy ones, these felt like the grounds of StarClan itself. Well, maybe.



Yawning loudly, Duskclaw finally awoke from his nest and stood up. His fur was matted with burrs and moss, but he was too busy frantically searching around the Warrior's den to pay any attention to it. Looking at the nest planted next to his, he rolled his eyes when he found that it was empty. Letting out a loud puff, he stalked outside of the den and out into the clearing. There, he could see his fellow clanmates, but none of which were is sister. "Relax, Dusky, they're probably just gone out to hunt." He muttered to himself. He then placed himself on the edge of the clearing on a tree stump, and sat there grooming his fur from the moss and burrs in his pelt.

(Sorry that it's short, I can barely keep my eyes open atm)

Stonepaw decided to look for something new to do after his playful encounter with Angelfeather. "Hmm?" he looked of to Sandfire speaking to Bravefeather, Stonepaw flicked his tail and padded up to the two. "I hope I'm not interrupting?" he said looking to the two then just turning to Sandfire. "Can we go hunting? Now? Later? Just sometime today you old sparrow" he spurred playfully. Though Stonepaw was not the best hunter, he had to help for the clan.

Stonepaw enjoyed doing all activities with his mentor she was a generally a nice person to be around.

@Strawberry425

Digging through, the fresh kill pile, Shadowpaw couldn't find anything suitable for Gingerflame to eat. He picked out a nice squirrel and padded back toward the queens' den. It was now he noticed that everyone had something to eat and frowned.
"Why didn't you tell me you had food already?" His ears drooped slightly, sad he wasn't the first to bring by something for his mother. Then his mind switched gears and he thought maybe Silentpaw might want to share. The squirrel was big enough to tide them over until midday. He bid his mother goodbye and ran off to find his equally stealthy brother.

Shadowpaw found Silentpaw with his older brother, Windclaw. It looked like they were going to head off to the sandy hollow for some training.
"Silentpaw! he shouted, "You want to share this squirrel?" Instead of responding, his brothers rolled their eyes and made their way out of camp.

Disheartened by this, Shadowpaw sat down in a slump. He looked at the squirrel and decided he shouldn't let it go to waste and began to eat it. All the while wondering what got their tails in a knot.
Between bites, he stared at Bravefeather, wondering how he was going to mess with his mentor today.



Warmpaw was going to suggest tansy rather than just honey, but he figured Mallownose knew best. Maybe it was best to not assume the worst about everything. Then again, if something was going around, a sort of end-of-leaf-bare sickness, it would be best to be prepared. He was about to voice this concern when his mentor told him he was going to fetch himself something to eat.

More quickly than Warmpaw would have liked, he was alone with Ravencoat. He was going to do his duty, and make sure the tom ate his honey as Mallownose told him to. He watched the deputy lick up his honey.
"Make sure you come back tonight for more." the apprentice meowed as Ravencoat went to leave.
"Of course." he replied and left the den.

Warmpaw picked up the mouse and left the medicine cat den after cleaning up. He spotted Mallownose eating a thrush nearby and quickly moved toward him.
"Mallownose, we should make preparations, collect some herbs to fight white and greencough." just suggesting they leave camp made Warmpaw cringe internally, but if there was something going around, there was no place he wouldn't go. It would be safe with Mallownose.. he hoped.
"What do you think?"

Warmpaw nodded as his mentor ran off a list of herbs they needed to gather. In order to gather all they needed, they would have to leave soon. As Mallownose rambled on, the apprentice chuckled, but became serious as he came to a close.
"If we are getting catmint, we should also stock up on chickweed. Its not as strong, but there is more of it, and who knows how much catmint has grown since we last picked some."

He started to eat his mouse quickly, and remembered that Gingerflame was getting closer to kitting. He looked up at Mallownose,"We should take the queens some raspberry leaves and chervil." he meowed softly, "Just in case one starts kitting before we get back. Maybe some borage for Mosscoat." he tilted his head, probably looking just as Mallownose had only moments before.

Warmpaw beamed, in the few moons since he arrived, he had learned so much about being a medicine cat. He was proud of himself. Mallownose was a great teacher, and he couldn't imagine learning about herbs from any other cat. He finished his mouse and looked up at the tom with a smile.

"I couldn't imagine being a warrior apprentice with the others." Warmpaw spoke with wide eyes, as if he were terrified of the idea. "I think I am too smart not to be a medicine cat." His tail flicked anxiously as he considered what his life might be like as a warrior. There was no way he would survive in battle. He would make a terrible warrior, and it was probably best to not think about it.

He trotted next to Mallownose to their den. He had one of those 'I'm in serious thought right now' looks on his face. Warmpaw wondered what he was thinking about, but kept his mouth shut. It was best not to distract him. While his mentor gathered up the herbs for the queens, he took some time to grab two packs of travelling herbs. It was unlikely they would return to camp before night, and this was just in case. If there is one thing he learned from his past, it was to always be prepared.

Once done, Warmpaw followed Mallownose out of the den and over to the queens. On the way over, his foot got caught on himself, and he tripped just as they reached the den. When his mentor mentioned he was the one who suggested the herbs, he crouched down and gave a nervous smile. Having Hawkstar sitting next to the queen was enough for him to back away and swing around to the other side of Mallownose. From there, he could see the rest of his clan mates.

Shadowpaw was laying in the middle of camp eating. That cat had no concern for the hawks and such that could be flying over head. Not that it was much of a bother to a bulky feline, they were too heavy to carry away, unlike himself. Even facing away, he could see the spark of a prank growing inside the young cats eyes. They were set squarely on Bravefeather, his poor mentor. Warmpaw wondered if Bravefeather would ever be rid of Shadowpaw. The apprentice was at his twelfth moon, maybe Hawkstar would give him his warrior name so his mentor could finally breath.

Warmpaw could see Snowpaw disappearing out of camp with her mentor, Tabbyfur. They were a great team, but Snowpaw was the only one he had eyes for. She was beautiful..! He shook his head, medicine cats weren't allowed to have mates, much less kits, and following the rules set by StarClan was important. Plus he was far too young to be thinking that far into his future. He knew he was staring over long and shook out his fur.

He snapped back to Mallownose when he mentioned to Hawkstar that they were going to be going to gather herbs. A swell of anxiety and excitement nearly burst from him. He jumped up, got his feet tangled and fell face first into the dirt making an 'oomf' sound.

Gingerflame let her mind drift, still watching Shadowpaw in the distance. Her son was a loyal ThunderClan member but he still had a lot to prove, being so young. She was concerned that his childish ways would get in the way of him achieving his full potential. And with the realisation that both him and Silentpaw were now 12 moons, their warrior ceremony could come any day. Will they be ready? Gingerflame wiggled her ears. It wasn’t worth worrying about, she trusted Bravefeather, his mentor, to train him well and to make sure he learns the ways of the clan.

"He's turning into a fine young cat, I'm sure you're very proud." She heard the she-cat say, catching her eye for just a second.

Gingerflame gave her a faint smile, shifting her eyes from Silverstorm back towards her son who was trotting back towards them. “Yes, yes I am”. Her son only stopped by for a brief moment before bidding her good morning and dashing off once more. That boy was always on the move. Maybe his boundless energy could be put to better use, like hunting, patrol, anything. Where’s Bravefeather? She should speak to him about Shadowpaw’s progress, see if there’s anything she needs to know.

Hawkstar turned to Silverstorm, giving her a warm smile. Ah, border patrol. Usually, he’d let Ravencoat organise the border patrols but since he’s out of sorts this morning, he saw no reason letting the she-cat have the reigns for the day. In fact, he thought it might be good for her to gain a little bit more responsibility and see how she copes. “I don’t see any reason why not. And yes, Windclan and Shadowclan... good choice. I’ll send a group out to patrol the Riverclan border midday.” He nodded slightly, making a mental side note to himself. “Take whoever’s free with you.”

Both the cat’s attentions were drawn to the arrival of the clan’s Medicine Cat, Mallownose, trotting towards them with Warmpaw. Gingerflame noticed the bundle of herbs that the tom was carrying and could have guessed that it was for her and the Queens. “I’ll take care of it, Mallownose.” She nodded respectfully, peering down at the herbs placed before her. What Mallownose said next, though, caught her, and she jolted her head upright. Her calm presence vanished instantly, and became quickly agitated. “Greencough?” She uttered.

With her last litter, she’d actually had four, nice and healthy kits. Dawnkit, Thrushkit, Shadowkit and Silentkit. It was only a few days after their birth that Thrushkit became incredibly ill with whitecough, which soon turned into greencough. By the end of the week, she’d lost two of her kits, along with a few others in the Nursery. It’d be safe to say that she was distraught by their deaths, and extremely protective over the last two she has left. She wasn’t sure if either of her two sons remember it, since she’d never spoken of the event. The single thought that it might happen again made this tough cat fearful. She couldn’t loose her kits again.

Without a second thought, Gingerflame stepped forward abruptly only to be stopped by the paw of the large tom. He knew where she was going, and for her sake, he wasn’t going to let her. The mood turned cold and sour, their earlier light-heartedness being but a past memory.

“Get out of my way, Hawkstar!” She hissed loudly, glaring at her Leader with a cold expression.

Hawkstar was unfazed, his tone deep and serious. “Gingerflame.”

The pregnant cat edged forward again. “I’m going to talk to Ravencoat...”

“No.”

“No? StarClan help me, Hawkstar, I am NOT asking for permission.” Gingerflame was cold, hissing loudly.

Hawkstar moved in front of her slowly, getting nearer to Mallownose and his Apprentice. “If Mallownose thinks there’s a possibility that Ravencoat might have whitecough, then I am not risking it being passed onto you or any of the Queens. Ravencoat knows that, and so should you.” His voice firm and calm.

The she-cat looked up at him, rage clear in her eyes. And with a quiet hiss in her voice, she warned. “You can’t stop me.”

The tom stretched tall, raising his fur up as he stood his ground. This time, he looked down on her with the ‘I mean business’ look in his eyes. “Don’t make me repeat myself. Take the herbs and give them to the Queens, now, Gingerflame.”

“HAWKSTAR!” She yowled furiously.

“That’s an order. Now.” Whitecough, especially to the kits, was a very dangerous illness since it could easily turn into greencough. He wasn’t going to risk the lives of his clan, how small the risk may be. Even though he was good friends with Gingerflame, he was not going to let her go.

Gingerflame glared at Hawkstar, then back at Mallownose. She knew the large tom was never going to let her go, she was fighting a losing battle. Angrily, she grabbed the pile of herbs, and stormed back into the Nursery.

Hawkstar, after watching the Queen leave, turn his attention back towards Mallownose. He relaxed his muscles, fading back down into his normal posture. “I think that’s a good idea, Mallownose. I’ll keep the Nursery under close surveillance in case anything crops up. It’d be terrible for an appearance of greencough with so many kits coming. Do what you must.” He then nodded his respects to Mallownose, and then again to his Apprentice.

He simply shrugged off her over-excited antics. What he needed to focus on was delivering the Vole he caught in such a strange way, back to the Clan so he can receive some sort of praise from Hawkstar, something which satisfied him dearly. He turned, leaving Angelfeather once more as she scrambled to pick her catch up. As she called for him from behind, he was already gone, disappearing into the Clan boundaries.

He took a peep inside, noticing it starting to crowed up a little bit. He sighed. Frostbite hated crowds, hence why he always avoided Gatherings. He always had an excuse to slip out of them. Smooth and steady, he was. Taking it slow and finishing, he plodded back into the camp. A drag of the vole was held up high from his tail. Strange sight, as it was. Some still hadn't gotten used to the fact of how different and strange he was. His tail strength was quite fascinating in some ways, though. How dependent he was at using it was what had kept him alive. Nothing would ever really be as difficult as it was as long as his sleek and furry tail was in the picture. Greatness and happiness had followed as he smiled, putting the Fresh-kill onto the pile. Frostbite didn't want to stay around for too long...but looked around to see if he had actually made a good name for himself. Though there were some un-named eyes watching him from around the Clan, he sighed. He figured Hawkstar wasn't around to see his catch, as he padded to the Elder's den to see his 'Mother'...

Silverstorm

“I don’t see any reason why not. And yes, Windclan and Shadowclan... good choice. I’ll send a group out to patrol the Riverclan border midday. Take whoever’s free with you.”

Silverstorm nodded and smiled at her leader finishing her vole. She padded off flicking Hawkstar on the end of his nose with her tail playfully as she went. It was a glorious day in the forest and Silverstorm loved looking at the wildlife, another reason she got up so early in the mornings. She went around the camp gathering up Warrior's and an apprentice including Stormstrike, Duskclaw, Sunshower, Hailclaw, Berrypaw, and Sandblaze. It was a fairly large patrol but she was going to split four off in groups of two when they were almost done to get in a bit more hunting.

To Stormstrike in particular she was very respectful, and saved him for last. She admired the Large Tom's imposing presence and the loyalty he had to Thunderclan and had no issues with him. "Morning Stormstrike, forming up a Border Patrol. We're hitting the Shadowclan border then going to the bridge separating Windclan and Riverclan. I would be honored if you'd join us, and it'd make me feel better if we happen upon any Shadowclan patrols. I like to think I can talk myself out of anything but having you there would make them second guess anyway." She smiled at him and curled her tail around herself as he though.

Leopardflower (mostly Redwhisker)
She purred as her father Redwhisker left back to the elder den. Old red tabby tom scuffed past to the Hawkstar, Gingerflame and Mallownose with his apprentice. Tecnically he didn't want to listen to them, but there was word which stopped him immentately "What...have someone there a whitecough?" he meowed in loud voice, but shutted himself looking around so anyone could hear him. He looked the nursery where his daughter was with other queens, then he gazed the leader and Mallownose "There is not coming epidemic? right?" he meowed quietly, lightly thinking that he maybe heared it all wrong.

Runningpaw
She looked at her mentor Mossfur, little bit angrily "At last... I am waited for you, I almost got to myself to the forest to train..."she hissed, but calmed herself then. Looking at the fresh kill pile hungrily, she shaked her head "I am fine...I don't need food...just lets go...whenever we're going" she jumped up, slapping her tail to Foxpaws face, making him startling "Stupid Brother..." she meowed quietly looking behing her, where her Brother sitted flicking his nose.

Angelfeather blinked. She picked up the massive rabbit to show Hawkstar, hoping he would be glad. The last few prey's she got were small, and not very plump. But the rabbit was massive, and very plump. She pelted through the forest, dodging to the trees to the clan. She looked for Hawkstar, and finally found him.

She stopped after speaking to herself, "He looks busy. I shouldn't interrupt." She mewed calmly to herself. She put the massive rabbit on the fresh kill pile, so when the clan was hungry, they could easily just grab a bite, and there would be plenty left. She padded past the apprentice den to see if Brokenbranch was there, sure enough, he still was.

Brokenbranch was sitting next to his apprentice, waiting so they could train. Brokenbranch was a strong warrior, and he wanted his apprentice to be the same, so he would train when he could. Brokenbranch looked up with his yellow glowing eyes at Angelfeather, before signaling her to go, and chat with some other people, and maybe grab a small mouse to eat.

Angelfeather nodded sadly, but Brokenbranch will find the time to spend with her. Angelfeather padded away, and sat back at the large oak tree that she was sitting before she went out Hunting with Frostbite. She looked at the large tree, that reminded Angelfeather of her mother and Brokenbranch. Sometimes when she sat there, she could feel her mothers fur beside her.

@xXBalloonsXxtoday was the first day timberpaw was an apprentice
Dream world
timberpaw bounded through through venomclans territory trying to find river paw,when he did he found her dead on the ground,moments later her spirit manifested in front of him"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!

Timberpaw jumped up out of his nightmare with his heart racing,the horrors of that day were still fresh in his mind after 2 moons,he knew he could never forgive himself for not being there when river paw was in trouble"hello brokenbranch"timberpaw tried half hearted to mask his fright(riverpaw,I'm sorry)

@Blizz

"You ok?" The strong large tom mewed, looking down at his apprentice. His eyes glowed bright, as he smiled down to his apprentice. He gave his brain paw a lick, before looking back down at his apprentice. He was huge compared to Timberpaw, but he didn't mind. He was excited, getting to train his apprentice to be strong like him.

@xXBalloonsXxtimberpaw looked up at the colossal tom"yes I'm fine, it's nothing"but timberpaw lied,it was everything to him,he didn't want others pitying him like a kit who can't run