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Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

I'm sorry if this has been asked/answered before, but will OakClan and BoulderClan have full moon gatherings like in the books? If so, where will these take place?

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

Although Screefoot was impressed by the leader's and the deputy's ways of talking to the volatile apprentice, she felt her heart sink as Harepaw seemed just as surly as before; at least he had agreed to join the morning patrol. The disrespect he showed so shamelessly toward the Clan leader and her right-paw cat embarrassed her, and she could feel a rush of warmth go to her ears. She replied to Amberleaf's glance of reassurance with a sorrowful look–– as if apologizing on behalf of her unruly apprentice. She gave the same brief look to Boulderstar before slinking to join them, with the feeling that she was going to be reprimanded at some point for not training Harepaw well enough.

The warrior stepped up close to Harepaw with her tail flicking in both anxiety and frustration. The position she took was mostly to create a barrier between him and Pearpaw. (Vaguely she wished she'd gotten a first apprentice as willing to learn as she.) "Perhaps we can catch some prey on the way back to camp," she suggested.

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As Burrpelt ate, he had a bad feeling that his pathetic behavior had been noticed. He tried to brush it off. Gulping down the rest of his mouse, he silently choked. "Blegh," he muttered, and stood up. He couldn't be more ready to leave on patrol. Embarrassed, he headed eagerly toward the entrance with his tail straight in the air in a show of confidence to make up for his previous social blunder.

He sat beside the entrance of camp and tucked his tail neatly around his paws, looking around at the camp which was becoming steadily more active as the morning progressed. It gave him a hopeful feeling, but also made him think of his sister. Screefoot and the rest of Boulderclan were living in treacherous mountain territory. One wrong step on an unstable slope, one hunting trip in quickly-changing weather, one fall down the rocky terrain would be enough to kill her. And he wouldn't even know.

Screefoot could be dead right now. She'd never even find out that he had become the deputy.

Calm. Burrpelt closed his eyes to placate himself. His sister was competent. She could take care of herself excellently, and now with a whole clan to take care of her, he was sure she was doing fine. He flicked his speckly tail. On to more important things... like learning to talk to she-cats before the whole Clan noticed he was useless at it. He scanned the camp for a female feline (alliteration, yay) and nervously decided that it could wait until after the patrol.

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

When Screefoot is scared of her own apprentice

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

@Pink Madness

Right now, both clans are just waking up. OakClan is organizing a border patrol, and BoulderClan is planning both hunting and border patrols. It's morning, just a little after dawn. There isn't a huge amount going on.

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

So I think I'm going to make Burrpelt terrible at talking to women. ("women")

Why?

For fun.

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

There is just no getting through to that cat, thought Screefoot as she watched Harepaw start toward the entrance. She'd just woken up, and she already felt drained from her interaction with him; trying to reason with the apprentice was just about useless on top of exhausting. So why am I trying? she caught herself thinking and immediately reprimanded herself for it–– Harepaw was a valuable member of the Clan, valuable as a potential warrior and a Clanmate. He was worth her efforts, she reminded herself, watching the still-lashing tail. He'd make a fantastic warrior, she was certain, if only he'd listen. Unfortunately, the more she thought about it, the more she started to fear that she wasn't being an adequate mentor. What was she doing wrong? What was she to fix if Harepaw was going to adapt to Clan life?

Just as she was turning away with an exasperated sigh, Screefoot heard Boulderstar herself calling the young cat. She pricked her ears and looked in their direction. If the leader had something important––and hopefully life-changing––to say to Harepaw, then she didn't want to get in the way. She did, however, want to listen. After all, it was her business if it was her apprentice, right? If her own words weren't to be respected then perhaps Boulderstar's were.

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Burrpelt, although hungry and tired, did not really want to rest and eat. He was itching to be out of the camp again and to be useful, but alas, he could not ignore his own leader. So, just as the medicine cat joined them, he politely checked out by saying, "Good morning, Frostwhisker," nodding at Oakstar, and then turning to trot to the fresh-kill pile. Not without a small purr in Berrydream's direction––but he was too shy to talk to her. Ridiculous, really, as he was the deputy.

Alright, maybe he did want to eat after all. Burrpelt had instantly begun to salivate as he neared the pile of delectable fresh meat, most of it caught this morning and simply begging with its aroma to be eaten. ...It couldn't hurt to fill his belly before a patrol. He picked a modest-looking mouse from the pile, retreated a few paces and lay down. It felt good as he'd been on his paws for a long time. Glancing around to make sure no one noticed how glad he was to relax, Burrpelt finally started on his breakfast.

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

@Iatos You could always edit if you want to. ^^

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

Screefoot closed her eyes for a moment to steel herself against the younger cat's irritability. It was not a good thing for her, to wake up and immediately go speak to the second-most irascible cat in all of BoulderClan (the first being Roseclaw), and she knew that as a mentor she was going to have to resist losing her temper with Harepaw. If she did, the consequences could be permanent. So, for now, all that showed her annoyance was a twitch of the end of her tail as she opened her eyes. To further calm herself before she spoke she lifted her paw and licked it a couple of times.

Briefly her eyes followed Amberleaf as he crossed the camp and headed for the leader's den. He had glanced in their direction at Harepaw's outburst, and she'd had the faintest glimmer of hope that whatever important business he had to discuss with Boulderstar, the deputy might put that on hold to help her get Harepaw into shape.

He did not.

"Listen," said Screefoot gently. "I know that it's a lot to get used to, this new Clan life––but I've been given a responsibility to teach you, and you have been given a responsibility to learn. If you don't want to take lessons from me, fine, I understand, but in that case you are going to have to join me on the next hunting patrol so you can at least practice your skills. Does that sound like a good compromise?" she asked, bracing herself for more venomous words.

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"I would be honored if you led the patrol," answered Burrpelt. Secretly, he was relieved that he wouldn't be required to lead the patrol, for he was tired from his hunting. He appreciated Oakstar's demeanor, felt that he was a worthy leader indeed, and decided quietly that if he were ever to become the next leader of OakClan, this was the cat to model his leadership from.

He swiveled his ears toward Sharpthorn at the large cat's approach. The old part of him, the part that was still in the mode of searching for the next barn, made Burrpelt tense at the warrior's size and involuntarily think, He could easily kill me. Quickly he shook these thoughts away. He was an ally, a valuable one, and deserved his trust. When he asked if he had scented him while training his apprentice, Burrpelt nodded. "That was me," he confirmed, faintly surprised––he'd thought he was the only one to wake early to leave camp.

"I would be happy if you would join us," he added, but didn't definitively say yes or no; that was Oakstar's job. One thing was certain: in the unlikely event that there would be conflict at the border, Sharpthorn would be a valuable and intimidating addition to their patrol.

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

2:30 AM here. Just got home. I'll reply in the morning, I swear. ;w;