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@xXBalloonsXxTimberpaw felt colossal sorrow for lakepaw, he saw that the wound was so bad that she couldn't walk."lakepaw, you have my word on the matter."he walked over and nudged her"you need any help standing? Your paw seems in worse shape than I thought.he said with vast concern for the she-cat.
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Shadowpaw


Hunt around the roots? Why did Stonepaw always get the cool hunting spots? This wasn't fair! Shadowpaw had always wanted to catch a snake and bring it back to the fresh kill pile. He had always wondered what snake tasted like. Maybe he would get lucky and there would be one by the tree. Then again, they had all those scales. How do you get scales off a snake anyway?

Shadowpaw shook his head. It wasn't a good item to get lost in thought. He lifted his head up and scanned the boughs of the tree. There were no predators that he could see, but it was probably a good idea to keep an eye and an ear out for them. He hoped Stonepaw was being just as careful. Snakes were just as dangerous as giant birds.

It was hunting time.
Shadowpaw crouched down and slunk across the grass toward the tree. He was going to catch something good for his mom. A plump vole or a nice mouse. He sniffed around and caught the scent of a mouse. He was downwind, but the mouse had seen him and scurried into its burrow.

Shadowpaw wasn't about to give up. He circled around the tree and looked around. Another mouse had popped its head up. It was his. His coat and fur length didnt really assist with his hunting, but it didnt matter. He was determined. He snuck closer, trying to make as little noise as possible. A twig snap, the mouse ran off. He looked at his paws, it hadn't been him. Mouse must have scared itself. He smiled, his whiskers twitching in silent laughter.

Third times the charm! Shadowpaw tasted the air. He smelled squirrel. It wasn't his favorite meal, but he was determined to catch something. The rodent was actually quite close. He was surprised it hadn't noticed him. Still crouching, he bunched his haunches. The squirrel turned its back to him and he sprang forth. It didn't even notice him until his jaws were around its body. Victory! He padded back to Bravefeather, satisfied with his catch.
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Tabbyfur


Tabbyfur nodded. "You're welcome, I hope the opportunity appears soon for you." She smiled and sat back up and quickly licked her shoulder. "I'm sure they'll be very excited to see their big sister!" She felt a lot less awkward now, feeling like tension had been building and just released in Snowpaw's small rant. It was understandable though, she obviously cared very much for her kin in RiverClan, just as Tabbyfur cared for her brother.

"Tabbyfur, do you know why I've never been to a Clan meeting? I'm ten moons old...certainly old enough to have gone already, I think...Do you think you could maybe, err, mention it to Hawkstar?" Tabbyfur frowned, she had a good point. She had the opportunity to go to three or four gatherings, but she had not accompanied one. It was especially peculiar because she was almost certain that the majority of apprentices had already been to a gathering at least once, and Snowpaw hadn't seriously misbehaved in the past moons - not that it was likely that she would. "No, you're right. I'll talk to him when we get back to camp." Tabbyfur's mind buzzed with thoughts. 'Has she not gone because Hawkstar thinks she needs the time training or something??' The idea that he would do that made her curious to know why.

Tabbyfur shook her head and stood up. "Hmm.. Do you think you're okay to train now? I wouldn't mind going hunting if you're still kinda stressed."

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"I see it as I'll only have to do these things now, and when I'm older, there'll be other apprentices for it." Honeypaw meowed, just as she started to create a new ball of moss. "Heh.. That's what I thought." He rolled his eyes and smiled. "Wait - how'd you do that?!" Duskclaw looked shockingly at his few strands of moss in comparison to Honeypaw's more bountiful rolls of moss. "You're cheating somehow, aren't you?" He meowed jokingly. Though, he still couldn't quite figure out how to get the moss from off the tree.

Duskclaw went straight back to clawing off the moss from the Sycamore tree, and as he did so, he would occasionally glance over to look at how Honeypaw was doing it, but attempted to do it without being noticed. The more he did so, the more frustrated he got as he failed to imitate Honeypaw's technique. "Waaaaaaah! You young un's, you cheat!" Duskclaw yowled half-jokingly, half-frustrated. His fluffy tail started to swish in anger, as he continued in the hope he could get it done well.
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"I am done, here I come venomclan"timber paw swings his claws at his neck, causing him to bleed out, he now spends the rest of his time in star clan

*you did say we can kill out characters off*
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"Neighboring group?" Warmpaw spat the words, "Our only neighbors are Shadowclan and Riverclan. You don't smell like either." thats right, keep them talking. The longer they did, the more chance of Mallownose returning before they do something to the three young toms. This Python was much bigger than he was. Now he silently wished Shadowpaw or even Stormstrike were here. They were much bigger than he was and they would easily chase her and her accomplice away.

"This is our territory. You better leave before someone bigger and meaner than us comes along." he growled. If she wanted to play the friend game, he wasn't going to provoke her by telling her he could smell the scent that lingered heavily upon her. A scent he desperately wished to forget. The scent of cat death.

He always relived the night his family died every time he shut his eyes. Every blink was a ghostly cat of the cats he had lost. Every whisper of wind, the breath of dogs on his fur. The smell of families corpses in the night air as he cowered, fearful of what his clan would do to him. He wanted to forget it all. Yet here it was, laughing at him through the she-cats eyes. Why was StarClan determined never to rid him of his nightmares?

Whatever happened next, he wasn't going down without a fight this time.
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What? Gingerflame stood there, watching in surprise as the tom did something strange, something completely adverse to what she had been expecting. He was... cowering? The she-cat had been so ready to take him down, to batter him with her hormone-induced fury. She had expected the tom to yowl at her, to stand his ground and meet her challenge head on. But no. It wasn’t to be. Instead, she got a tom who started to whimper like a young kit. A cat who seemed to melt away at her rage, like delicate snow against the blazing sun.

Gingerflame stopped hissing and backed away, a sickening feeling aching through her stomach. What in StarClan’s name did she do? She turned away slightly, releasing the tension in her muscles. It would have been so easy if he had just done what she expected, if he’d reflected her anger and given her a fight. She would have known what to do, how to swing her claws just at the right time, where to aim and how hard. She knew how to fight, fighting was easy and straight-forward. But this? It caught her off-guard, shaking her mentally. She didn’t plan this, she didn’t know what to do.

In her confusion, the only option available to her was to stop and watch. And she did, she watched as his mouth opened and closed, stuttered words jolting out, his face frantic. But she did not listen. His words were drowned out by her own chaotic mess, how ill-prepared for his reaction she was, was so glaringly obvious.

He continued to stumble over his words, spurting out things her mind was too disordered to hear. She wanted him to stop, to shut up just for a moment.

“Frost-” She paused, staring at him, uncertain that he could even hear her. “Shut up, please...”
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"You're welcome, I hope the opportunity appears soon for you." Tabbyfur smiled and straightened up, licking her shoulder, "I'm sure they'll be very excited to see their big sister!"

Snowpaw felt her fur burn with pride. She had never thought of that before. Did her siblings even know of her existence. She hoped they did, hoped her father had been kind enough to tell them that somewhere, over the borders of Riverclan and Thunderclan, within the camp of a foreign clan, was their sister.

"No, you're right. I'll talk to him when we get back to camp." Snowpaw felt some relief. At last, someone would interfere on her behalf. Perhaps Hawkfire had simply overlooked the young she-cat by accident. Snowpaw did not want to believe that her half-clan status had anything to do with it. Besides, her leader had always been a benevolent one, and she believed that he had no discrimination for her. Indeed, Snowpaw felt like Hawkstar had treated her birth among the clan fairly, and as was right, had fought for her to remain in residence within Thunderclan. After all, why would he have fought for her if he didn't believe she would have made a fine Thunderclan warrior cat?

Tabbyfur shook her tawny, striped head, and leaped to her feet lightly.

"Hmm...Do you think you're okay to train now? I wouldn't mind going hunting if you're still kinda stressed."

Hopping to her feet and feeling refreshed, Snowpaw meowed with enthusiasm, "I'm great to train now, Tabbyfur. Thanks for listening to me. This half-clan stuff...sometimes makes me nervous. But I feel much better now!"

Bravefeather


A shadow of suspicion seemed to flicker across Shadowpaw's dappled calico face, and for a moment, he seemed frozen in deep, troubling thought. For all his outgoing limit-testing, he's still an observant young tom, Bravefeather thought with a swell of pride. Surely, Shadowpaw must have noticed the fact that Bravefeather rarely sent him anywhere even remotely dangerous, where caution was required. At the moment, it was just too much of a risk, and Bravefeather didn't want to be responsible for the endangerment of anyone's son. The long-legged tom was sure his young charge would mature up at some point or another; already, he expressed the thought process of a cat who took what he was given and thought about it. He just needed to reign in that propensity for pranking other cats. Some didn't seem to mind it, but Bravefeather had once found a dead mouse in his nest, and wasn't too keen on experiencing similar traumatic experiences.

Shadowpaw shook out his fluffy white, ginger, and black head, and then bounded off towards the roots of the Great Sycamore. Bravefeather slunk after him quietly, not wanting to break the apprentice's concentration. Settling himself in an indiscriminate patch of weed like grass that had hinged itself in between the roots of the Sycamore, he keenly observed the actions of his apprentice.

Shadowpaw's head had perked up, and his eyes swiveled back and forth as he thoroughly inspected his surroundings. Another swell of pride rose in Bravefeather's chest, and he resisted the urge to purr loudly. Next them, he thought contentedly, he would accompany Shadowpaw near Snakerocks, where they would hunt together for voles and adders.

The apprentice had adopted a hunting stance, his stomach scraping the high standing, weed-like grasses that grew around the three. His nose twitched, and he seemed to spot something out of Bravefeather's line of sight. At first, Bravefeather tensed, waiting for the killing pounce that he was sure was bound to come. But it never came. Bravefeather wondered with curiosity what had happened, but resolved to wait patiently for his apprentice's kill.

It was always rewarding to see an apprentice succeed in their endeavors, and though they weren't kin, Bravefeather felt they were as good as. By that extension, he felt an immense amount of pride when his apprentice executed hunting and battle training in a superior and meticulous way, and felt extremely contended when his apprentice triumphed in his attempts.

Finally, he seemed to settle on circling around the tree, and Bravefeather lightly sprung to his feet, following the young tom at a distance with the alacrity that only a mentor cat could have. A tawny colored mouse exposed itself from the shelter of the brush around, and Shadowpaw pursued it. At the last moment, Bravefeather's ears flattened and he watched with disappointment as the mouse scampered off, too far away too understand what had transpired.

Finally, luck seemed to lay within the paws of the young apprentice. His nose perked up, and Bravefeather could see his mouth open to draw in the scents of the surrounding brush. His fluffy body tensed, and Bravefeather found himself standing on the tip of his paws to see the target of his apprentice's attack. In the blink of an eye, the apprentice had jetted off and snapped up a juicy red squirrel. Squirrel clamped in his jaws safely, he turned around and surveyed the roots of the tree for Bravefeather.

When he spotted the tom, who had taken to observing from the top of a particularly gnarled and high standing root, he bounded over.

"Great job!" Bravefeather half-meowed, half-purred. The squirrel was a big robust animal, and Bravefeather was sure it would make some cat happy. His eyes flickered back to the distance and watched for sign or sound of Sandfire and Stonepaw. Not seeing them, he turned back to the apprentice, contemplating their next action.

They could return to the camp. But he didn't want to risk upsetting Sandfire, when she was already in a foul mood. Besides, Stonepaw would end up becoming the object of her rage, and Bravefeather could not put that strain on any apprentice. He looked between the direction of the Snakerocks and the camp, and resolved to ask his apprentice.

"Shadowpaw," he meowed, "Would you like to return to the camp, or," and at this, his feathery tail flicked in the direction of the Snakerocks, "Follow after Sandfire and Stonepaw?"
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It hadn't taken Mallownose more than a few moments to deliver the coltsfoot to their hiding place beneath the holly bush and it hadn't taken long for him to realize that the flowers were missing. This bothered him because he was a very impatient cat sometimes and he had definitely told Warmpaw, Sketch and Coochie to deliver those flowers here and to go collect the chickweed near the training hollow. It made him very huffy but that was an acceptable reaction, it should have taken them moments to get those flowers here and he headed towards the clearing where he had left them. It didn't take long for him to push through the long grass and he could just start to see them. Three forms were all pressed near each other and another two forms stood across from them, both very unfamiliar. It was rare when Mallownose didn't recognize cats from his clan and he definitely didn't bring these two cats in.

That was the part that made him prickle with unease, he wasn't a warrior and fighting off a pair of rogues would prove hard. They smelled slightly sour, it was a scent that reminded him of blood and he couldn't keep his fur from rising along his spine. He wasn't going to appear as a threat to them if he could help it and he waited a spell as Warmpaw challenged their story, listening to the young tom act so bravely was something that made him proud. He couldn't help the urge to praise the young tom for his valor and he was so proud of him for speaking out for the other frightened cats. Though Sketch had shown his own bravery in staying beside Warmpaw instead of backing off, together the young cats looked like a team and he almost believed in their ability to chase off the rogues theirselves.

"I don't believe I know you two," he meowed as he surfaced behind them from the trees and padded towards the three younger cats. "I can't help but agree with my apprentice, you don't belong on Thunderclan territory. What might have brought you here?"

Noticing that the two cats seemed to have taken a less than defensive response to the three young cats, he decided to return the favor with a courteous attitude. If he could kindly direct them away from Thunderclan, then he could collect the chickweed and report the trespassers to Silverstorm because she always seemed to fill in for Ravencoat. It would probably require a few extra patrols to make sure that the two rogues didn't intend to return but it wasn't of his concern. He just had to make sure that they left before any cat made their way back into the camp. If they accidentally lead a pair of unknown rouges into the camp then it could spell trouble for the rest of the clan and he wasn't going to lead it there without a second thought.

He could see growing anxiousness within Warmpaw, it was obvious in his eyes that something was haunting him and he figured it had to do with the fear. Warmpaw was already very anxious about leaving camp and with good reason but now he had been faced with two strange rogues. It was unclear what their intent was and that was somehow worse. If they had attacked the three young cats then it might have been easier just to chase then off. Since they had not, he was left with an uncomfortable predicament and a decision, he had to decide whether or whether not they were going to be trouble. He had never been very good with decisions and it made him wish Robinwing was here, she had always been much smarter than he was.

He knew that the mottled brown tabby would have been much better with this situation than he was. Actually, any cat might be better deciding, that made him curious. He wondered if he could get a warrior over here to overview the two rogues and decide whether they were trouble or not.

"Warmpaw," glancing to his apprentice, he blinked his jade eyes. "Do you think that you could collect a warrior or two? Just in case our visitors prove to be a problem. I know that Bravefeather, Sandfire, Mossfur and Tabbyfur should be training their apprentices nearby and that Silverstorm lead a patrol out. If you can find any of them then it would be a big help."
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"Snakerocks hmm ok let's hop to it Sandfire" Stonepaw was sickeningly smug over the fact Shadowpaw wanted to hunt there him a Sandfire padded of Stonepaw came to a halt arriving in at there designated destination. He smelt vole? No mouse definitely mouse he crept up finding the prey and the apprentice felt like he was a giant he leaped pounce on the small virman and killing it in an instant. He smiled at his mentor but stayed silent knowing this is no celebration for this is not rare to happen though Stonepaw wasn't the best hunter. After a short period of time he smelt yet again more prey a crow this time as if he was a broken record he crouched and leaped only failing to catch, he did not feel so giant anymore. "Sorry Sandfire" he looked at his paw embarrassed failing his mentor.

Coochie

So many events happening in a short period of time, making poor Coochie' s mind explode. It seemed as if Mallownose called in reinforcements to the scene, hoping to defeat these rogues. A mistake of which Coochie will regret for the rest of his life, blurted out. "H-Hey you flea ridden rats why dont you back of and turn into roadkill then you'll at least be liked for dying." Coochie fazed out thinking about what he just said to these wild cats, he was scared oh he was scared. So scared he couldn't seem to say anything else, his body trembled at what might be in store.

Coochie prayed to starclan for backup to arrive.
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"Snakerocks hmm ok let's hop to it Sandfire"

Sandfire tipped her head and allowed her eager apprentice to lead the way. Snakerocks lay mere fox-lengths away from the Great Symcamore, and the walk would be brief. Stonepaw's tail disappeared between the fronds of tall grass that encircled the Sycamore, and Sandfire brisked her pace to keep up.

The two cats padded in a silence in which Sandfire reveled. It gave her time to muse over the succinct and angry conversation she had, had with Bravefeather. Away from her brother's curious, scrutinizing stare, Sandfire allowed herself to review what Mallownose really meant her. Nothing serious, surely. Sandfire had carefully avoided deep interaction with Mallownose since she had realized her own feelings. And she planned for those feelings to stay stunted; Mallownose himself, however, seemed to hold no aversion for Sandfire. He would acknowledge her presence when their paths crossed, and for the most part, Sandfire had reason to believe that he was none the wiser about the way her paws tingled, and her fur burned.

She shook her head. It didn't matter if he was aware of her feelings or not. The Warrior Code was the Warrior Code. And what the Warrior Code stated was that a respectable Medicine Cat was to, by no means, engage in relations with another cat. Sandfire resolved to squash her dreams of an improbable and unreasonable future with Mallownose; he was a dedicated Medicine cat, and among the clan, was highly regarded as a decent and caring tom. Tempting him (and somehow succeeding) would only tarnish his reputation among his fellow clanmates.

Deep in thought, Sandfire nearly collided with the rump of her apprentice. He had stopped abruptly, and, blinking in surprise, Sandfire realized that they had reached a cradle of bush tucked almost exactly between Snakerocks and the Great Sycamore. Scanning the bristles of grass around them, the lean she-cat spotted a slanted rock protruding significantly from the green stalks that surrounded it. Bounding over, she settled herself on its tip, and, tail curled comfortably over her paws, proceeded to diligently observe her apprentice.

For a moment, his mouth hung upon as he seeped in the scents of the surrounding forest. Something seemed to hold his interest, and in the next instant, he was flying through the air gracefully, landing a few tail-lengths away from where he had been standing. His head disappeared beneath the sea of green, and resurfaced with a look of triumph.

A mottled brown mouse lay lifeless by his gray paws. He beamed a proud smile up at Sandfire, and she returned it with a flourish of her tail and an affectionate purr. Always having been the humble one, his mind did not stray from the task, and soon he seemed to be on the trail of a handsome crow that Sandfire had spotted from her perch on the rock.

Crow in sights, Stonepaw crouched deeply into the surrounding brush, his gray pelt melting into the thicket of twigs, grass, and shadow that surrounded him. His haunches bunched; then he was flying again, only this time, it was more like flailing. His paws whipped out in all directions as he struggled to reach the crow, which, alarmed by his attempt, had fluttered off into the sky.

Briefly, he looked back around to the sandy ginger she-cat, before his eyes fell on his stone colored paws, and, sounding extremely regretful, he meowed, "Sorry Sandfire."

For a moment, Sandfire's deep emerald eyes filled with surprise. A crow was, by no means, an easy catch, and the fact that Stonepaw had tried only proved his great determination to succeed. If anything, the she-cat was proud that her apprentice showed such great aspirations.

Seeing the disappointment etched deeply in his face, Sandfire leaped from her rock and padded to where he stood.

"There's nothign to be sorry for, Stonepaw," she meowed, laying her tail on his shoulder, "You did the best you could! Crows can be difficult prey, even for experienced warriors. You should be proud of yourself for getting as close as you did!"

Nodding at his mouse, she added, "And look! You still caught something. Remember, every bit of prey, no matter how small, matters to the clan. In times of harsh weather, why, a mouse like that could be the saving morsel for a kit!"

Hoping her apprentice had been eased by her words, her eyes flickered back to the Great Sycamore, where Bravefeather and Shadowpaw had stayed to hunt.

"Perhaps we should head back."
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Honeypaw looked sheepish at the warriors comments. All the apprentices pretty much learned how to scoop up moss fast, mostly because, as he had said, it was one of the least entertaining things they got to do. So they rushed through it just to get to the good stuff. Realizing that his frustration and outburst had distracted him from her question, the apprentice mrrowed with laughter and, after pulling her sheet of moss free, she turned to the warrior. "Here, let me remind you." She padded over and plopped down beside him. "You just have to make sure you're peeling it evenly or only a little bit will rip off." She showed him as she spoke, prodding along the edge of the moss on one side from top to bottom. "Now you can actually peel it off without it stripping," As she said so, she used both paws to peel of the scrap of moss. At one point, it had started to tear, so she stopped pulling and picked at the beginning of the piece that would have been torn off if she kept going. "If it starts to rip you just have to go back and pick at it some more." After a moment, the moss dropped, and the young she-cat habitually rolled it up into a log shape with her paws. "There!

She sat back, purring slightly, pleased with herself. "That was a pretty good sized piece you picked out!" She didn't point out that some of it was a bit torn up, but she doubted the Queens would mind too much. She'd just tell them that piece was troublesome. "Maybe we can head back? I think we'll have enough for all three nests. Unless you'd like to bury some to make a second trip with." She walked back over to her own pile and curled her second piece of moss around the first. Now, as she tried to pick it up in her jaws, she had the right amount, because her whole field of vision had tilted upwards thanks to how much she had to open her mouth. She picked it up for a moment just to make sure she could see where she was walking.
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Frostbite had stopped muttering to himself when he heard the words being spoken to himself. It took him by surprise, thinking to himself that Gingerflame had departed, not caring about his well-being. Though she had told him to stop talking. What was the problem with this she-cat? She'd just been horrible to him for the past minute. Calling him a Mousedung, and silencing him. It was clear, sort of.

"Frost...shut up, please..." He hated this confrontation. It wasn't something you'd think you'd enjoy, though. Something filled with disappointment and hatred, no-one had to go through it. At least that is how he saw it; not talking to others made identifying their intent on reasoning much more difficult. He bowed down slightly, peeking around the side of the rock and coming into view. His head hung low and his tail dragged behind him in the most lifeless of ways. He nodded slightly.

"S-sorry..." He said. "I'm...sorry..." What else could he say, he felt threatened...
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Tabbyfur felt a sense of pride and happiness as her apprentice seemed to really light up. It looked as if thoughts were buzzing in her head and she smiled, she obviously was excited. "I'm great to train now, Tabbyfur. Thanks for listening to me. This half-clan stuff...sometimes makes me nervous. But I feel much better now!" She nodded sympathetically. "You're quite welcome Snowpaw, I'd rather have my apprentice tell me what's wrong than not at all. And I'm sure it is, but that doesn't make you any less of a ThunderClan warrior in my eyes." Tabbyfur looked at her apprentice thoughtfully. 'How does she feel about all this? ThunderClan and RiverClan? She can't expect not to face her kin in battle one day... Maybe...' She shook her head from all the thoughts.

Now ready to train, Tabbyfur stepped back and repeated what she had said earlier to her apprentice. "Right, could you stand there as if you're about to attack me, so I can demonstrate this move." She positioned herself a few paces back, and got into an outstretched position. The sand she was stood on slightly burnt her paws after being heated by the sun. Tabbyfur quickly started going over the move she was going to show her in her head, and waited for Snowpaw to get into position. "Once you're ready, I want you to start charging at me, okay?"

Duskclaw


Duskclaw looked down at the smaller apprentice sat next to him, and watched her paw movements as she started to rip off the moss from the tree. "You just have to make sure you're peeling it evenly or only a little bit will rip off." Duskclaw nodded attentively, paying close attention to what she said. He shook his head in embarrassment; an apprentice was teaching him the most basic of jobs. "If it starts to rip you just have to go back and pick at it some more." He watched as she avoided the moss being ripped carefully, and he stared in amazement as she produced a whole non-shredded roll of moss. "Wow, that's really good.. Waaah okay now I think I get it now."

Honeypaw looked down at the roll of moss that she had just harvested. "That was a pretty good sized piece you picked out!" Duskclaw felt a little sense of pride, despite this being an apprentice's job. "Oh please, you managed to actually get it off, unlike me." He looked down at his messy pile of moss and laughed. "Well uh, now I know how to do it properly." His whiskers quivered embarrassingly and he used one heavy paw to turn over some of the moss as he inspected it. "Maybe we can head back? I think we'll have enough for all three nests. Unless you'd like to bury some to make a second trip with." Duskclaw nodded in agreement. "No, I think it'd be a better if we took the moss in one go." He looked at the amount of moss he had in comparison to hers. "I'll carry some of your moss if you need help? I haven't exactly got a lot to carry." Looking down at his pile, he picked up all of his in one swoop of his claw and placed it in his jaws. He padded over and could see that Honeypaw was obviously struggling. "I insist."
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Runningpaw climbed up following the squirrel, she was closening it but then suddently the squirrel run toward a very thin branch and jumped into the next trees branchs. Runningpaw thinked to do the same, but the branch seemd too flimsy that it did not hold his weight. Biting her bottom lips she stopped climbing and looked down at the ground. Noticing her mentors Silver striped belt showing up next to the tree where she was "I guess I need to go down now" she muttered to herself gently landing on lower and lower, when she finally was low enough to jump safely to the ground. Walking toward her mentor "I am sorry Mossfur, but I missed the squirrel..." she meowed.

Leopardflower layed onto the nurserys entrance, she looked at the Mosscoat which cared about her kits. The kits looked somewhat same as their mother, but one was lightly different maybe she got her color for the father she wondered. Looking up at the sky she thinked how her kits would seem to, would they be spotted like her or striped like their father. Sighing she even thinked about names. "Is something wrong?" she heared Mosscoat asking, noticing the older queen she shaked her head "No I was just...thinking..." she meowed smilling gently. Mosscoat looked at her like she already knowed what she was thinking "Your kits huh?" she meowed "Just do not trouble your head about them yet...there will be time to that" she purred gently, Leopardflower nodded "Yes, I guess..." she meowed gazing the sky again.

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Shadowpaw's eyes flashed. Was Bravefeather serious about letting him hunt near the Snakerocks? Oh! Happy days! For once he can prove how great he is!
"I definitely want to hunt some more, Bravefeather!" without another word, he buried his prey and bounded off toward the rock formation, eager for his next catch.

He had never been this close to the Snakerocks before. Bravefeather always kept Shadowpaw away from danger. As he bounced over, he noticed Sandfire and Stonepaw were making their way back to the tree. He raised his tail in greeting, but said nothing. He didn't want to scare away his prey!

A short distance from the boulders, Shadowpaw stopped and looked back to see if Bravefeather was following. There was no sense in getting to far ahead. When he saw his mentor, he turned around and entered hunting mode. He reminded himself to be careful of snakes. They were a lot faster than he was and accidentally stepping within reach would probably seal his fate. Snake food. Not a very heroic way to go. Yes, he would be careful.

Quietly he stepped around the rocks, hoping to come across something that was equal to his squirrel. He wanted his mother to be proud of his skills. There wasn't a lot around, Stonepaw must have scared a lot of the prey back into their holes. Surely there was SOMETHING. Finally his eyes alighted in a pigeon. These things were good eating! Or so he heard. He himself didn't really enjoy cleaning feathers out of his teeth.

Shadowpaw licked his nose and sunk to the ground. The bird was on the rocks above him. While it had the advantage of high ground, nothing was beyond the skills of the mighty Shadowpaw! As swiftly as he could go, he climbed the stones toward the pigeon. It proved to be a little too fast and he slid down the rocks when he stepped into loose gravel. He squirmed as he fell, only making his dissent worse. The bird flew away and he was left with a small gash down his left leg.

Realizing this could have been much worse, Shadowpaw limped back to Bravefeather and began to lick his wound. So much for his awesome hunting skills.

Warmpaw


The relief on Warmpaw's face was evident when he heard Mallownose's voice. Now those rotten rogues would get what was coming to them!
"Yes, Mallownose, I will go right away!" he remembered Silverstorm saying she was going to lead a patrol along the Shadowclan and Windclan borders. If she was leading a patrol, you could bet your fur Stormstrike would be with her. Even if he was the scariest cat in the clan, he knew he was just the cat to scare away these felines. He hoped they were close.

Warmpaw took off, quick as a lightning flash toward the Shadowclan border. He tripped a few times on his way, those darn paws were such a hassle! After a few bumps and face plants, he found a large gathering of cats. Distracted, he took a moment to figure out what was going on. That cat over there was surely Redstar, Shadowclan leader. He seemed to be leaning on.. was that Crookedowl? Something was certainly not right, and there was Hawkstar! He suddenly became fearful of this scene. But that was for later, he had more important things to take care of.

Shaking his head, Warmpaw ran over to Hawkstar.
"Hawkstar! Hawkstar! We need help!" he stopped in front of his clan leader and looked up at him, "Two rogues have Mallownose, Sketch, and Coochie cornered! They were helping us collect herbs and then Mallownose left and then they showed up." the small tom suddenly became flustered, he didn't realise he said the loner and kittypets names until he stopped and he completely forgot about the Shadowclan leader behind him. "They were acting all friendly, told us their names.. Python and Birch. I didn't fall for it, but we have to hurry! Those two smell of cat death. They are cat killers!"

Warmpaw gasped as he finally finished. His eyes were wide with fear and his body shook. Anything could happen to those three while he was gone, they had to hurry!
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"Well...what an unfortunate meeting..." Her eyes grimaced down to the back-chatting Kittypet. "And I would watch your mouth...You don't exactly belong here either." She noticed them getting the help of Warriors. Turning to Mallownose, she let out a deep sigh. It was a shame that they were thought of so lowly. That was probably why she killed so regularly. "I see you also think that badly of me...and to answer your Question. I was hoping to get some recognition with the Clan...maybe even join up, if so...Though it has come to my attention that you seem to be like Shadowclan...rejecting and ever-so rude..." Birch nodded in agreement. He knew where she was going with this plan.

It became quite dim lighted in the area they were all standing in. The treeline was heavy and provided much cover away from the Sunlight. It was cool, shady and very comfortable to lie down in. Birch had visited this area numerous times in the past and felt a sense of happiness that he was back here once again, doing what he loved the most. Though they were losing the battle of trust...It was time to play the deciding card. It was the only way they could grab their attention, especially with the Medicine Cat in their premises. This made all the better for the scenario they were in. They'd gone over stuff like this on countless occasions, it was clear that this would get them to listen in a 'Civilised' manner. From there, they could gain trust...and pick out a target within the clan. Python looked down at Birch, signalling that the kill-switch was in his hands. He had to deliver the blow. It was time to get them to listen...

"We thought you could've used the extra helping paw...especially with, y'know...the Disease around..."
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To Coochie' s relief the backchatting that went on and he regretted didn't phase the rouge. And when he thought all was going to go back to being well he was told of a disease. "Disease?! What disease?" Coochie was stunned in shock, he believed everything was going well in warrior life, he was beginning to have second thoughts.

Stonepaw

Stonepaw lifted his head in pride as Sandfire praised him but he couldn't help feel as if Sandfire was distracted. Soon she suggested to head back, he followed but curiosity got the better of him "Hey, Sandfire are you ok? You don't seem focused? Is it my training, tell me I can do better or keep a secret." When he finished with his bombardment of questions they arrived at the Fourtrees.
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"I'm having my thoughts on whether I should tell you or not...seeing as you do seem to be quite the Rude type..." She grinned slightly. "Oh the Karma...the sweet, sweet Karma...I guess I could tell you something little of it...something I'm sure Hawkstar won't tell you..." She began to giggle slightly. She watched as their heads tilted slightly. She looked to Birch, nodding to him in appreciation. It was as if she were telepathically telling him 'Nice work...you really got them hooked...'. Birch didn't smile. He wanted to make sure he looked as serious as possible to ensure he was thought of more nicely than his ally. Python turned back to the group. Her smile faded slightly as she began to go all Serious for the time-being. "I have a lot of knowledge on it..." Python kept her voice low and quiet/ "More than any Clanner will have. It spread from past the Highrocks. I've witnessed some of the stuff it does...but out of all the things...there is one you will never hear from Hawkstar." Python looked around. She wanted to make sure Hawkstar wasn't paying attention, if he were to apprehend the time to make them panic, it would be the worst of times. Birch nodded slightly. He knew what she was going to say. "There is no cure...and it always concludes with death..." Python nodded after finishing what she informed them. Birch knew that technically she was right, but it didn't mean that every-single cat was to die. Well, here...that was highly likely to happen. The two sat and waited for a quick response...

"Sooo...you still up for fighting us after what we just did to help?"
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Mallownose.


"Disease? You're kidding, right? Hardy har har at the medicine cat?"

When the kittypet piped up out of fear, Mallownose touched the tip of his tail to the young cat's shoulder as if to reassure him. Though he had a feeling that the kittypet would need less reassuring than him. The kittypet could go home if he wished but Mallownose's home was here and it was his job to make sure this home was as safe as he could. With omens and discomfort spinning through his mind, he couldn't help but think about the prospect of a disease so horrid that it could wipe a cat out with no hope for a cure. He'd seen certain litters born with illness that followed them throughout life in the form of sneezing and weakness and they had always died as young warriors but that sort of illness had never been spread throughout the clan. It seemed to be saved for a few unfortunate queens and he could only remember one from when he'd been an apprentice, she had died very suddenly during her last litter and Robinwing had been distraught. Her litter had died with her and he guessed that's what had bothered his mentor the most, it was always a tragedy when they couldn't save the clan that they cared most for.

He had lost a few patients ever since he'd claimed his position and sometimes it troubled his mind at night as he turned over things he should have tried instead. He couldn't help but think about them because when a cat spent their last moments with him, in fear or in pain, it clung to his pelt like ticks. Each glazed look that he was given and each crying kit that couldn't be saved left a hollowness in his chest. It haunted him at night in the form of dreams and sometimes he wished so dearly just to go back to those lost ones and to offer an apology. This was why he mostly understood how important it was for him not to fall in love because he knew would prioritize them and it would drive him mad if he couldn't save them. There would be no job in the clan if he couldn't focus on anything but the cat he'd given his life to, he couldn't protect each warrior equally if one had taken him beyond the rest. He couldn't help but wanting to fall in love anyway, just to see if it was really worth it.

He couldn't let his thoughts become a sea of nonsense either, he nearly spat at himself in his growing frustration. However with the rogue still standing here and her dripping sarcasm still rolling off his fur like tree sap, he decided against it rather quickly. She was speaking of the origins of the disease and for some reason, he was starting to believe her and dread was seeping into his fur. If there could possibly be a disease this awful, shouldn't there possibly be a way to heal it? Shouldn't there be a way to save his afflicted clanmates? Wouldn't Starclan show him to it? He could feel a growing tremble running through his body as he stared at the dusty brown she-cat.

"If you're not lying then what do you call this new illness? Why isn't it treatable?" asked the white tom, his jade eyes flickering with a growing anxiety. "I spoke with my Starclan mentor not long ago and he told me nothing of this mysterious sickness. Why do you know and care so much about the troubles of the clans, Python? What connection do you have with us?"

He paused a moment, his ears flicking back as he watched the she-cat carefully. "You said you sought shelter with Thunderclan and it is not of our nature to turn you down but this information you've brought to me is troubling. I'm not the cat to invite you or turn you down but I will not quarrel with you if you simply seek to help us but I cannot help but notice a scent that clings to you. It is a smell not unlike blood and I am not sure what that means to me or my clan." grimacing slightly, the tom shifted on his paws. "When Warmpaw returns with the warriors, we will decide if you are safe. I will not turn you down, we are not Shadowclan."

Of course, Mallownose had been young during the time of Python's exile from Shadowclan and he had never had a penchant for gossip. The two cats may have been the same age but he had only ever seen Pythonpaw in short intervals, he hadn't even really known her name. Her name had slipped him somehow. It would have been a comment, just a whispered thing that passed by him and meant nothing to him. Just a name that hadn't done anything but rumple Crookedowl's fur at the time but not a name that he could remember. Not a name that was important enough to him that he could have held on to it. Pythonteeth had been that name. Nothing more to him than a hissing mutter from another medicine cat and a few worried comments. Nothing more to him than Crookedowl's shadow casting against the shining stone behind him and the soft worried shaking of his voice. It had been nothing more to him. It was still nothing to him.

Python was a stranger to him, just as much as any cat from outside the four clans would be, just as an exile would be.

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