Ashclan
Icefire nearly snorted in amusement as Magmastar ranted about the things he could do to them, things that no true leader would do to those who belonged to the clan. She had never known Ashclan to be cruel like Lightclan before, and she had as much right to be here as he did since neither of their lines had begun in Ashclan. The she-cat nearly purred, though her off coloured eyes gazed at the tom as if she wanted to scold him, to teach him what it was to be a leader. Alas, she was not interested in beginning a fight with the younger tom and walked off at the sound of Flareheart calling her.
"Why do the cats put up with a leader like that?" Icefire said as she walked out into the clearing behind the other she-cat, nearly sneering as she mocked the clan leader. It was unfortunate that Ashclan had been the first clan she had come across, but she had made it to the volcano because of the signs sent to her while she was alone. It had been a time when she had been running from Lightclan, having been tracked down, the threat of death always around the corner when she finally made it close enough to the Ashclan camp that they took her in. The medicine cat couldn't turn away a cat in need, and in the three moons since she hasn't gone to a gathering to avoid Jaggedstar knowing she was alive. She had been his mate once, but their kits had died in the winter and the starvation sparked a war. She had wanted him to see the error of his predecessors ways, but the betrayal of Raggedpelt had been enough to push him away from even her.
Icefire would not forget.
Lightclan
The leader leaned over as Yarrowpaw touched her small nose to his, her eyes shining in conflicted disappointment and excitement. She had wanted Briarthorn, but there was more that he could teach her then Nightpaw. She was the runt of the litter after all, and she needed to learn how to take care of herself more than anyone else. He straightened up, passing a glance at Briarthorn with Rainfang, having ignored his new apprentice. Naturally, Jaggedstar did not comment on this, though as he walked away from them he made a point to nudge Nightpaw toward the deputy.
"Yarrowpaw!" Jaggedstar called over his shoulder, beckoning the new apprentice after him with his tail.
"Let's get you your first look outside of camp."He had forgotten what it was like to mentor a cat, but it was coming back to him as he walked out, leaving the other cats to sort themselves out. None were moronic enough to leave the camp unguarded, and the empty fresh kill pile would certainly call them to the hunt soon enough. Of course, Yarrowpaw would not be hunting quite yet, not until she learned the boundaries, though he would show her the training places tomorrow. His sleek black pelt seemed to blend into the shadows of the reeds, his form twisting around them as if he was never there, leaving not one stalk shaking after him. He was practiced in remaining silent like this, though he didn't expect the same from everyone else. He didn't wait for Yarrowpaw to catch up until he reached the shore of the river that kept them safe.
"It's time to learn to swim."
The young tom, after touching noses with his mentor, sat down and curled his tail over his paws while Rainfang walked over to speak with Briarthorn. He hadn't seen a mentor ignore his apprentice like that so early before, though he assumed it would be important and thus never said a word. His eyes followed the cats movements, the displeasure and surprise in his eyes as he anaylzed what had been exchanged. He saw Jaggedstar look toward him and felt the nudge of the leader against his fur. That was a cat he could look up to, if there was anyone worth looking up to in the clans anymore. Nightpaw had spoken with Raggedpelt was he was a younger kit, learning from the tom for a while though it was clear from a young age how indifferent Nightkit would become. He was still young, with time to change, but not even his mother had taken the time to notice his clear lack of passion.
Nightpaw watched Briarthorn, staring at the tom as he spoke with Rainfang, speaking first of Yarrowpaw, then of Stormpaw as if to change the subject. It was quite amusing to be honest and Nightpaw didn't mind sitting and watching as Jaggedstar led his sister away. At the very least, he wouldn't have to listen to her ask a million questions with obvious answers, though he was anxious to leave camp for the first time.
"Briarthorn, the others have left already."
Oakclan
The young warrior walked into the clearing, a pheasant in between her jaws, just as Berrydream ran around yelling for her. It was rather early, but she'd gone out with Foxtrot earlier but they had split off from one another when she had stopped at a herb patch. She knew that Leafshade was going to give birth soon, and having found an old birds nest she took the soft down feathers with her when she left to go back to the camp. She nearly ran into Berrydream as she walked through the entrance.
"Is it time?" She asked the deputy though the yowl of pain from the other side of the camp. She wasn't alarmed, nor in much of a hurry. Frostwhisker would be there with her, and she knew that she would have what she needed so far. Walking over to the fresh kill pile she set the large bird down before trotting over to the Nursery and taking a peak inside of it. Frostwhisker was with Leafshade, and she had some of the things she was going to need though she was missing a couple things. Even the large Maine Coon couldn't carry everything she needed. Turning around she ran over to the herb storage and brushed though the lichen, moving in to the storage. Sniffing around she found what she needed and went back to the Nursery.
"I'll keep everyone out for now Frostwhisker."
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