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Birchblaze strode into camp, Swiftpaw hot on his heels rambling away about the rabbit she almost caught. Again. She wasn't all too great at hunting or fighting. She hated to fight and she could barely get her clumsy paws to form a run after the prey she hunted. She had thought briefly about the life of a Kittypet, it would be easier. There would be no fighting or hunting, she'd be fed by Twolegs. As these thoughts plagued his apprentice, Birchblaze quickly raced to the nursery. His mate, Hollynose, had given birth to a rather big litter and he was proud. Proud to be a father. As he walked in a cream blurr tackled his tail and he gave a throaty chuckle. My name is Lord Voldemort 14:49, April 17, 2017 (UTC) Hailstorm eyed his clanmates and ushered them along to do work, although he was secretly hoping for a nice break. It was going to warm up later on, so he was hoping to make everyone rush their duties along, so they could relax during the remainder of the day. Cloudstorm was out hunting.
Silverstar (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 00:11, April 19, 2017 (UTC)
Birchblaze smiled down at his fox-like son, his appearance had earned him the name Foxkit. Foxkit had become a very troublesome and energetic kitten, taking much after Birchblaze's mother, Cherryfoot. The tabby and white warrior walked deeper into the nursery, immediately greeted by the highpitched greetings of the rest of his children. "They have quite the energy," Hollynose told him. The tabby and white tom chuckled. "They take after their grandmother," he said solemnly. Cherryfoot had been a energetic and cheerful cat before her passing. The warrior grinned before he settled beside his mate. My name is Lord Voldemort 14:21, April 19, 2017 (UTC) Hailstorm angled his ears towards the camp's exit, expecting the white warrior to return soon. Cloudstorm was an efficient hunter, so the deputy predicted that his arrival wouldn't be much longer. He flinched in surprise as a lump of fur slammed into his leg. Glancing down, the deputy blinked, while Sunkit cringed as he gazed up at the towering deputy. "S-Sorry, Mr. Hailstorm!" Now he felt like a real idiot, smacking his face into the leg of the Clan's deputy. He'd be squished for certain! Without waiting for the tom's response, Sunkit spun around and took off, speeding away from the gray feline.Silverstar (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 01:21, April 20, 2017 (UTC) "Mum!" The shrill voice of Volekit pierced the air bringing Hollynose, who had fallen asleep next tp Birchblaze, from her peaceful nap. She knew it wouldn't last forever and here was the end of it. She cast her solemn gaze to her son. "What is it Volekit?" She asked softly. The small tabby and white tom glared at Lionkit, who merely snickered. "Lionkit's playing pranks again!" He whined. Birchblaze lifting his head from his paws. Juniperleaf had been sorting her herbs for what seemed like an eternity. The soft rustling of the moss that covered the entrance to the medicine reached her ears and she turned to face her apprentice. "Dewpaw," the young molly greeted before she signaled for him to drop what herbs he had collected. My name is Lord Voldemort 19:33, April 20, 2017 (UTC) That kit confuses me sometimes... Hailstorm thought to himself while his gaze trailed after the fleeing Sunkit, before the rustling of the camp's entrance caught his attention. Cloudstorm's broad white head greeted the deputy with a firm nod, a squirrel hanging proudly in his powerful jaws.Silverstar (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 20:30, April 20, 2017 (UTC) Dewpaw spat out the herbs, nose wrinkled with disgust as he glared at his muddy paws. "Marigold. I had to look hard for it," he said, ruefully. Talonfang basked in the sun outside the warriors den, eyes half open as she observed the camp. Her eyes fell onto Hailstorm. The deputy. I'd be a good deputy... She averted her gaze to the skinny black tom padding into camp with a squirrel in his jaws, her brother Creekfrost. His eyes landed on hers and they locked, an unspoken secret whispering in both their ears. Talonfang narrowed her eyes. Creekfrost torn his away, shuddering slightly and looking down at his paws as he padded over to the fresh-kill pile. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 23:46, April 20, 2017 (UTC) Juniperleaf nodded, picking up the marigold and setting it in its place. "Why don't you go see if Orchidstar or Hailstorm need anything while I finish up?" She suggested as she worked through sorting her herbs. She also needed to replace the beds and medicine stocked moss. My name is Lord Voldemort 14:48, April 24, 2017 (UTC) Dewpaw nodded, flicking his muddy paws around to splatter the den. "Oh, I'll clean that up when I get back," he promised, hurrying out the den before his mentor could reply. He spotted Hailstorm first, so he bounded over to the deputy. "Hey, Hailstorm. Juniperleaf wanted me to check if you need anything?" —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 15:45, April 24, 2017 (UTC) "I don't deal with herbs and illness," the lengthy deputy replied curtly with a mindless twitch of an ear. "Unless you're looking to clean the elders den, which I imagine you'd have no interest in." Meanwhile, the elusive Orchidstar slid from her den, huffing in annoyance. Ugh, she hated this!! Why couldn't Hailstorm be leader, while she remained deputy? She despised being locked up in camp and invisible from the world. She wanted her freedom and adventures, not being treated as 'royalty'.Silverstar (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 01:46, April 25, 2017 (UTC) "Yeah, no. The kits can do that for me," Dewpaw grunted. "So yeah, bye." He turned padding over to the fresh-kill pile, all tasks that were on his mind fading instantly at the beautiful sight of food. His eyes were set on a fat mouse when a calico ball of fluff barrled into his side, knocking him onto the ground. Winded, he glared at Stoatpaw as she skipped around him, purring gleefully. "See, I told you I'd get you one day!" After regaining his breath, Dewpaw sat on his hunches and let out a purr. "You sure did, you sure did. Your training seems to be coming along nicely." Stoatpaw leaned over the fresh-kill pile. "Mmmm! I'm starved!" She picked up a shrew then looked up, trying to hide the guilt in her eyes when she meet Creekfrost's gaze as he padded over. "Stoatpaw, you're not allowed another meal today, remember that?" he narrowed his eyes. "Oh come on! I just had a sparrow today, and when we went out on patrol, that kittypet food was so tempting!" —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 02:26, April 25, 2017 (UTC) Juniperleaf continued her sorting, softly humming odd nursery tunes while doing so. The blue cream tortoiseshell after nearly forty minutes finished with her work and turned to clean out the moss water balls and nests that were in her den. Dewpaw slept in a much smaller alcove that was connected to her den, the medicine cat squeezed through the alcove cleaning out his nest as well. My name is Lord Voldemort 13:51, April 25, 2017 (UTC) Rosefur sat off to the side of camp working to clean out her pelt, a tangle of mud and twigs. Her warm brown gaze narrowed at a twig that was painfully knotted in her fur. She had slipped down a muddy slope while hunting a vole that had successfully gotten away to her dismay. She hated hunting for ground prey, she was better with birds and rabbits. Heck, maybe even fish. Which she had never even tried before. Brightpatch and Jayclaw, meanwhile, were out of camp on a leisurely stroll. The two had been deeply discussing having their own litter, but hadn't yet been successful in even conceiving one - which saddened both of them but the molly even more. Her fears may be answered. What if she could never conceive or carry? Rosefur 14:25, April 25, 2017 (UTC) Juniperleaf tossed the old moss outside of the den calling for Dewpaw, her pale eyes searching for her apprentice. She was rather young to be taking one but with StarClan's way of choosing successor's you'd never know. My name is Lord Voldemort 14:33, April 25, 2017 (UTC) Dewpaw groaned when he heard his mentor calling him. "Sorry, Stoat, I have to run," he waved his tail in farewell to his sister who was too caught up in arguement with her mentor to reply. He padded into the medicine den with a huff. "Juniperleaf? You screamed?" —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 16:31, April 25, 2017 (UTC) "Screamed? I say not, more like called." The blue cream tortoiseshell scorned her apprentice before she began to assign yet another duty to him. "You'll take this old moss out and get rid of it and gather new moss. You can take one of the warriors with you." My name is Lord Voldemort 16:34, April 25, 2017 (UTC) "Ragh," Dewpaw agreed, annoyance sparking from his pelt. Why did Juniperleaf always nag, and nag, and nag? He slipped out of the den and scanned the clearing for someone to help him. Maybe Stoatpaw? She wasn't a warrior, but she was the only cat he liked. But she was busy cleaning the elders bedding, looking ashamed and flustered. I don't need help anyway, I never need help. I'm too good for help. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 16:39, April 25, 2017 (UTC) "I mean it, bring a warrior Dewpaw." The medicine cat said scornfully, eyes narrowed at the tabby. Sunshadow sat off to the side of camp, alone with his thoughts. He had been thinking once more about his parents banishment. My name is Lord Voldemort 19:51, April 25, 2017 (UTC) "Bring a werrier, Dewper, nanana," Dewpaw muttered under his breath, turning back to the warriors. He the brown tabby Rosefur and decided she might be useful. "Hey, Rosefur. Do you mind helping me gather moss?" He sat down, impatiently waiting for her reply. Talonfang got to her paws, arching her back in a great strech, making her tremble with effort. All that seemed to buzz in her mind lately was being being someone great, someone great and powerful. Why couldn't Orchidstar step down or die? Then Talonfang could be deputy! I'd be a great deputy, then I'd be a better leader. Orchidstar is a good leader, great even, but she's too soft. She thought, tail flicking side to side. I wouldn't let my warriors just hunt, patrol, and lay around all day gossiping. I would train them to fight harder, I'd send them to fight for more territory to keep us safer and stronger. She glanced up at the bright sun. There's no saying something won't happen to our leader though. I have to work hard to be at the top. I need to take extra care of my Clanmates. I must hunt more, patrol more, protect and defend our home. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 20:34, April 25, 2017 (UTC) Cloudstorm cast Orchidstar a side glance, snorting softly to himself. "Finally gonna get off your tail and work for yourself, princess?" He knew very well that this was false; Orchidstar was the sole strategist of the Clan. She ordered all raids, all sneaky attacks, everything. She was the reason for their success. And within a matter of seconds, Cloudstorm was kicking himself for his sarcastic comment. In a flash, Orchidstar had knocked Cloudstorm off his paws, casting his catch to the shadows as he was pinned to the ground under cruel claws. Her clean razor-sharp weapons playfully grazed his neck, drawing a bit of blood. "Speak of me in such a way again, mite, and I'll turn you into a pile of nothing but pink fluff. Got it? Get in line and pull your weight, unless you'd rather I throw you back to those pathetic Clans. We may be rebels, but that doesn't mean I have to accept every miserable welp that winds up on my doorstep. Clear?" She spoke slowly and in such a cold manner that he couldn't help but to shake a bit. He knew she meant her words well. He nodded slowly, not one for being intimidated before Orchidstar leapt away, firmly kicking his side in the process. Hailstorm smirked smugly in the distance. Orchidstar was no heartless jerk of a cat, but she didn't let slackers or snakes get their way...or those who had done her wrong. He knew that she'd make the outside Clans pay.Silverstar (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 23:48, April 25, 2017 (UTC) After scolding Stoatpaw, Creekfrost limped over to the warriors and flopped gracefully down near the entrance. He had gotten a thorn in his pad eariler and refused to see the medicine cat about it. He wittnessed what happened between Orchidstar and Cloudstorm. I hope I never step on her tail! He and Talonfang had once lived in a different Clan, but had been exiled recently due to a fellow warrior getting killed by a fox, and the enraged mate flipped out and told the Clan, thinking that he and his sister did it. That had happened awhile ago though, but the two would never return to their birth Clan. They wanted to live in Clan life though and turned to HoneyClan. Talonfang seemed right at home there, but Creekfrost was still getting used to the idea of his rebellious Clanmates. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 00:16, April 26, 2017 (UTC) Orchidstar stalked off towards her deputy, who greeted her with a firm nod of acknowledgement. "Should I arrange extra patrols for him?" The tom rumbled silently, observing the white warrior as he snatched his prey and sulked off with it towards the fresh kill pile. The tabby leader replied with a 'no' under her breath.Silverstar (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 00:20, April 26, 2017 (UTC) Sunshadow stared at the scene, a bit of anger surging deep in his chest. Once upon a time Berrystar had done that to his parents, both of whom were exiled for reasons unknown to Sunshadow. He had only been a mere kitten. He felt his stare turn into a glare before he turned tail and stalked off, bumping into Talonfang in the process. My name is Lord Voldemort 14:01, April 26, 2017 (UTC) Talonfang spun around, a lightning bolt of anger shooting through her. She pushed her anger down, burying it in the back of her head. She forced her neck fur to lie flat and calmly let her gaze fall on the tom in front of her. He was quite handsome... "I suggest being more careful in the future, Sunshadow," she said, her anger subsiding a little. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 14:25, April 26, 2017 (UTC) Of course, Sunshadow was to preoccupied with his thoughts to even listen he continued out of camp faster than he should have been going. The dark warrior feeling a burning hatred for the tabby leader the Clan so worshipped. He didn't worship her. he never did. My name is Lord Voldemort 14:49, April 26, 2017 (UTC) Talonfang felt the anger wafting off the tom. Curious, she followed him out of camp at a brisk pace, sticking to the shadows so he wouldn't hopefully wouldn't notice her. She honestly didn't care if he wanted to be alone or not.—PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 15:10, April 26, 2017 (UTC) Sunshadow, ears flattened stuck to the shadows of the forest. Why his parents had joined HoneyClan in the first place when they never agreed on Orchidstar being leader was beyond him but he would never know because he had never actually met them. He felt another cat nearby whirling he saw the mottled pelt of Talonfang. "Can I help you?" He asked. My name is Lord Voldemort 15:53, April 26, 2017 (UTC) Talonfang cursed inwardly. She had failed to remain unnoticed. I need to sharpen my stalking. She slid out of the undergrowth. "What is wrong with you?" she sounded almost accusing. "Why are you so angry?" —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 16:36, April 26, 2017 (UTC) "I have my reasons unlike you stalking is a little creepy isn't it. Is that how you make yourself known? To become deputy? To stalk Orchidstar." He snapped angrily. Amber eyes burning into hers. My name is Lord Voldemort 16:37, April 26, 2017 (UTC) Talonfang stared at Sunshadow, feeling anger yet amusement bubbling up inside her. "I would be a better choice for leader, I believe. Orchidstar is too weak." —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 16:42, April 26, 2017 (UTC) Sunshadow stared at as it dawned on him they shared so much in common. "What's your reason to dislike her?" He asked suddenly, the distant memory of his parents being exiled reaching his ears. he hadn't yet opened his eyes at the time but he remembered their names. Sharpclaw and Crookedjaw. My name is Lord Voldemort 19:04, April 26, 2017 (UTC) Talonfang circled around him, looking straight ahead as she spoke. "As you know, me and my brother have recently joined HoneyClan, so I don't have anything to hate her for. But I don't agree with the way she runs things around here. She isn't tough enough." she stopped pacing. She didn't want to make this tom think she was actually planning anything. Orchidstar could have her warriors watching her and Creekfrost at all times for all she knew. Stoatpaw left camp and made a mad dash to the stream to wash the mouse-bile off her paws, wrinkling her nose. Why did Creekfrost have to punish her so much? Who cares if she grabbed a bit of kittypet food?—PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 20:14, April 26, 2017 (UTC) (Orchid was just made leader a day ago in rp, btw. she hasn't done any exiles)Silverstar (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 00:45, April 27, 2017 (UTC) (Can somebody fix it so it doesn't say orchid banished them but instead Berry did?) My name is Lord Voldemort 02:18, April 27, 2017 (UTC) (Fixed) Sunkit played by himself in the shadows, echoes of his past seeping into his sorrowful memories. The ginger kitten always appeared happy and playful, always loud and obnoxious like a typical kit. But in truth, he hurt to the core. He missed his dad, Berrystar. Nobody liked him, so therefore, nobody liked Sunkit. They were all happy when he died, but Sunkit hurt beyond belief. But he put on a fake smile, a mask, just to feel...normal. But it never worked, the mask never rid the kitten of the melancholy that lurked within his heart.Silverstar (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 02:24, April 27, 2017 (UTC) (Thanks) Sunshadow flicked his tail as the mottled warrior circled him briefly. "Do you mind?" He said swiping his paw out and connecting with the back of her paws in hopes of knocking her off her feet. "I'm not some prey you can stalk out." The older warrior snapped. Swiftpaw sat just outside the apprentices den, pale coat shining with water. She had come back from a sort of bath and a small swim with Birchblaze. Her mentor had been showing her the basics of swimming, despite their lands mostly being forest and land itself. My name is Lord Voldemort 13:19, April 27, 2017 (UTC) Talonfang gritted her teeth when her hind paws went numb, swaying slightly. "I'm not stalking you. I was just curious. We live in the same Clan, don't we? It's okay to want answers," she said, regaining her balance and hopping gracefully onto a log, not wanting to risk him trying to bring her down again. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 15:19, April 27, 2017 (UTC) Sunshadow sneered at the mottled she-cat. "What do you need answers for?" He snapped again, anger growing in his chest at how this she-cat sounded. Like she deserved something. If anything, he did. He should march into camp right now and talk to Orchidstar about his parents coming back. He could leave to find them, bring them back. My name is Lord Voldemort 15:25, April 27, 2017 (UTC) "I was wanting answers for why you were angry," Talonfang lashed her tail. "But if you want to keep that a secret, be my guest," she whipped around, deciding she was wasting her time. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 15:32, April 27, 2017 (UTC) "I'm surprised you don't know." He said, pain filling his eyes as he turned around. The dark warrior turned away so his back was facing the she-cat, gathering his emotions. Once they were under control he faced her again. He rarely ever talked about it but to most of HoneyClan it was obvious he hated Berrystar and his decisions. My name is Lord Voldemort 15:37, April 27, 2017 (UTC) Talonfang pricked a single ear. Interest pricking her pelt, she slowly turned back and sat down, curling her tail neatly over her large paws. "I'm listening," she spoke surprisingly soft. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 15:42, April 27, 2017 (UTC) "I was a kitten, just born. My parents, Crookedjaw and Sharpclaw -" the warrior paused as the image of his parents popped into his head. His father's dark pelt shining darker than the sun's light and his mother's warm hazel eyes, despite her injuries, loving. "Berrystar had just come back from a lone patrol, which he seemed to do a lot." He added. "My aunt, Sparrowfur, was trying to distract him so my parents could find a safe place for me but he caught them. Most couples aren't allowed unless accepted by the leader," he told Talonfang. "Berrystar had practically banned that back then, so he exiled my parents and aunt for treason." My name is Lord Voldemort 15:46, April 27, 2017 (UTC) Talonfang's ear twitched. That was a stupid. Why would Berrystar ban something like that? "I'm sorry about your parents. I understand your anger, but Berrystar is dead," she mewed, thoughtfully. "Why still be so angry?" —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 16:31, April 27, 2017 (UTC) Twitching an ear, Orchidstar slowly inched towards the camp entrance. Just before she could exit, Hailstorm cast his leader a sharp glare, and snapped at her quickly. "Don't you even think about it, Orchidstar. Get back in camp." He let his voice softened at the end, aware that he was commanding something of his leader, while he was the mere deputy. He dipped his head apologetically as the stubborn tabby approached, mumbling under her breath. "I'm sorry, Orchidstar, but you know the rules. You can't just leave without reason, we can't risk giving you away."Silverstar (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 18:22, April 29, 2017 (UTC) "Because I doubt Orchidstar would allow them back." he told her coldly. "I have to go." The black warrior turned heading back to camp he'd talk to the leader about it now. My name is Lord Voldemort 19:23, April 29, 2017 (UTC) Orchidstar flattened her ears and glanced away from the gray deputy. "And you know you can't break the rules, Orchidstar. HoneyClan has few rules, as your predecessors have said, and they are more important than our own lives. And the most important, is that you remain a secret." Hailstorm lectured her on.Silverstar (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 19:31, April 29, 2017 (UTC) Talonfang's wide gaze followed the tom as he disappeared into the undergrowth. How interesting... She decided to go back to camp, to watch the action about to unfold. It'd be a lovely sight. She stopped and caught a mouse, then slipped back into camp and placed it on the pile. —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 20:16, April 29, 2017 (UTC) Sunshadow strode into camp thinking on how he would approach Orchidstar. Maybe he'd ask her to go on a walk with him? He breathed in sure this would work. "Hey um Orchidstar? Can I talk with you alone? Its um its important. Would you mind?" he asked, eyes showing he meant the importance. My name is Lord Voldemort 03:43, April 30, 2017 (UTC) Orchidstar was about to fire a sarcastic comment at her deputy when the warrior approached. She cut herself off, glancing over at Sunshadow before narrowing her eyes cautiously. Was there trouble? "Of course we can." The tabby leader rose to her paws in a slight stretch.Silverstar (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 19:57, April 30, 2017 (UTC) When both Sunshadow and Orchidstar were out of camo he spoke. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything bad?" He said, ears lying slightly flat upon his dark head. Dark amber gaze sincere. The black tom hoped maybe he could talk her into letting his family come back. My name is Lord Voldemort 02:10, May 1, 2017 (UTC) Orchidstar let out a soft sigh. "Thankful you interrupted, actually. More lecturing from my deputy about HoneyClan's specific and bothersome rules. And if I, or anyone else, is to break them, everything with burst into flames." She let out a soft, annoyed snort. "Or so Hailstorm and the other old hags seem to think. Pardon my bitter words, but HoneyClan is meant to be lawless...but alas, I'm bound to these rules." Ok, Hailstorm wasn't actually an old hag, but he sure did act like one.Silverstar (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 00:34, May 2, 2017 (UTC) Sunshadow dipped his head politely listening to the tabby leader. "Well I do apologize for interrupting, it was rude of me." He said softly, dark amber gaze cast down at the ground as he walked. Then the sunject at hand flew into his mind, his parents! "Orchidstar, I want to ask a favor. I'm hoping its not against any of the rules your bound by but.." he paused, heart thumping rapidly. "I'd like my parents to come back to HoneyClan, I can find them. Technically they should of never been exiled. They were innocent." He said rambling now. My name is Lord Voldemort 14:23, May 2, 2017 (UTC) "Hm? A favor? Sure." She stopped her walking to stare at him patiently, blinking her aqua lenses coolly. She'd been asked favors before, usuallly they weren't too bad. He probably just wanted help with something, maybe telling someone off, or approving of a couple. She liked doing that, actually. Approving of couples made her feel...happy. But at his request, she frowned and bowed her head. "Berrystar exiled a lot of innocents, sadly, after his broken heart. With is lack of proper judgement after his relationship issue, he shouldn't have been leader. But I can't let them back in, that's one of HoneyClan's most sacred rules. I'm really sorry Sunshadow, but I have no choice. I've had to deny others, too." She glanced up at him briefly with a sorrowful expression. "You could always see if another Clan would accept them? If you'd wish to rejoin them some place else with them, I'd understand...if my family was still around, I'd try to do the same."Silverstar (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ 21:41, May 2, 2017 (UTC) Sunshadow listened to this and his heart dropped when she declined. "Your the leader, can't you bend the rules this one time?" He pleaded, dark amber eyes sincere and hopeful. "Can't you let them back, let everyone back." My name is Lord Voldemort 19:45, May 4, 2017 (UTC) Fishpaw padded beside Dewpaw, both had jaws filled with herbs. "Just toss them outside," Dewpaw grunted as he spat out his bundle. Fishpaw obeyed, wrinkling his nose at the bitter taste. He blinked thoughtfully at his brother. He constantly wondered what drove Dewpaw to abandon his warrior training to become a medicine cat, but everytime he asked, Dewpaw would get defensive or change the subject. Talonfang carried moss in her jaws as she headed towards the elders den where Stoatpaw was assighed to clean the nests. Stoatpaw was a nice kid, and may have been unfairly treated, it wouldn't hurt if Talonfang helped her out. Stoatpaw popped out of the den, looking tired, until her eyes lightened when she saw all the moss Talonfang had brought. "Woah, Talonfang! Is this for the elders?" Talonfang nodded. "Thought you might want some help. It was Fishpaw's turn to do it, but you were forced to do it for him despite doing very little wrong." Stoatpaw squeaked, "Rad! I knoow! I was the one who cleaned it last time. Creekfrost is so strict. Isn't HoneyClan famous for no rules?" Talonfang lashed her feathery tail. "His mind is still full with our past Clans' flith." —PatchfeatherFrom the Pinnacle to the Pit 20:21, May 5, 2017 (UTC) |