Lizardfang looked over the small tabby apprentice, his stomach knotting nervously. He smiled and blinked, moving his gaze to Peppershade; his oddly fearless sibling. Minkletoes I am not old. 12:31, September 23, 2018 (UTC)
Spiderpaw came into the medicine den, he carried only two bundles. He had gone to gather as much catmint as he could for the cold season, surely greencough would visit them this season. Minkletoes I am not old. 02:06, September 25, 2018 (UTC)
Hearing her apprentice enter the den, Leafsedge paused in the middle of her herb-sorting, then rose to her paws to meet Spiderpaw. "I smell catmint. Good work, Spiderpaw." Two bundles likely wouldn't be enough for the cold season, but it at least would add to their stocks. "Is this all you could find?" --look me in the eye 06:23, September 25, 2018 (UTC)
Redpaw left his mother and father in the medicine den. His heart felt all warm and fuzzy, seeing them together. His mother was always so cold and distant... she seemed to have some warmth creeping back into her heart. —PatchfeatherAre youon thesquare? 02:25, September 26, 2018 (UTC)
Leafsedge wrinkled her nose. "Hmm, faint scent. We'll keep an eye out for that." She then paused. "Good work, Spiderpaw. Go find the catmint store and put them in there. Keep in mind that I'm sorting herbs, so take care not to tread on them." --forever and always 23:36, September 26, 2018 (UTC)
Spiderpaw moved to do as Leafsedge said then to go check on Pebblepelt. It had been nearly a full moon since she'd taken Darkkit in. The young kitten and Pebblepelt's own litter seemed to get along fine. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 04:51, September 27, 2018 (UTC)
Petalkit quietly approached her mother, who wasn't doing too hot. She spent most of her remaining energy visiting with Caninefang and caring for the three kittens, but her health was deteriorating. Her time would be soon, she knew it. Raising her head weakly, she questioned her shy daughter's sudden approach, then realizing the kitten had some blood on it. "What happened, Petalkit dear?" The snowshoe tortoiseshell looked up at Pebblepelt innocently, as if expecting her to be angry about it.
Licking her paws, Sagefrost promptly ignored the noise of the active clan, extending each claw to check the sharpness of each. She hadn't had an apprentice since Brookesplash, her last apprentice, so she spent her days carelessly hunting, patrolling and being absolutely bored out of her mind. Always active, Sagefrost needed a job to keep herself sane, but after the incident, she wasn't sure if she was ever to be appointed another apprentice. It had truly messed with the feline, watching a cat she had trained and mentored frothing from the mouth, absolutely rabid. Shaking the memory from her head, the molly rose to her paws as she padded toward the exit to go and hunt. A distraction, perhaps.
Sierra moved her way through the territory, her wounds stung. She held several scratches on her shoulders, chest, and muzzle. There was a scar that now crossed over her right eye. The scent of another Clan cat. She saw him now, her golden eyes staring at him as she crouched. She moved forward, softly and quietly. She was close enough to attack now. She chose this to time to attack, her teeth snagging to clamp om Rabbitfoot's ear now, cleanly ripping it as she leapt over him. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 00:28, September 28, 2018 (UTC)
Yowling out his complaint, the tom flailed his claws in an attempt to hook them into the flesh of the attacker, quickly recognizing the scent as a clanless cat. Having the element of surprise not in his favour, he was at an extreme disadvantage, and knew that this cat wouldn't just maim but instead kill. "By StarClan!" He proclaimed, realizing that unless a patrol from his clan out this far, he would be doomed to meet his ancestors early. Mother of Ferrets 03:56, September 28, 2018 (UTC)
Mintspots twitched, uncomfortable with all that had been going on in the Clan today... Wasn't this weird stuff supposed to be happening to RockClan anyhow? He wondered what it was like in his mothers Clan. Dazzleheart never got the chance to tell him much. He remembered stories of his grandmother - Waterstar, his great-grandmother, Talonfang, and a few other important characters in her life. —PatchfeatherAre youon thesquare? 04:30, September 28, 2018 (UTC)
Sierra moved to bump the Clan warrior with her shoulder, hard. The queen was in mint condition when it came to fighting. Even as Kittypet she held her own fairly well. The she-cat moved, agile on the pebble-y terrain. The she-cat darted forward; aiming several claws to his shoulder and face before she lunged at his throat letting her teeth sink into the soft flesh there; the blood washing over her tongue. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 04:46, September 28, 2018 (UTC)
Swallowpaw padded out of the apprentices' den, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light. Once they had done so, her gaze set upon a brown shape. Lizardfang. He wouldn't mind her, approaching, right? That time they'd talked together, everything was fine. She padded up to the warrior, and waved her tail in greeting. "Hey, Lizardfang." --forever and always 05:55, September 28, 2018 (UTC)
Lizardfang looked up surprised, blinking his eyes as it registered that he needed to answer. "Oh! H-Hi Swallowpaw." The tom finally replied. Stupid mouse-brain. You can't just stare at her. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 05:57, September 28, 2018 (UTC)
Swallowpaw blinked, surprised that the tom stuttered. She paused for a moment, thinking. Writing it off as being alarmed that she'd appeared
"I'm... fine, I guess. Nothing out of the ordinary's happened today. Just the usual." Swallowpaw replied to the warrior, tail twitching ever so slightly. --forever and always 01:16, September 29, 2018 (UTC)
Lizardfang gave the tabby apprentice a soft smile. "Would you care to come hunting with me? I-I could show you how to hunt lizard or--or fish?" He suggested. He wouldn't tell anyone but he loved the taste of lizard. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 01:21, September 29, 2018 (UTC)
Swallowpaw's ears pricked in surprise. She hadn't expected this invitation. Thank goodness my mentor hasn't scheduled anything. "Sure. I'm not doing anything exciting at the moment. And I need to practice catching lizards and fish. I'm still not flash at getting them." --forever and always 01:30, September 29, 2018 (UTC)
Lizardfang fibally trailed off, getting the hint that he talked way too much. He needed to calm down and talk normally. "So what do you think your warrior name will be?" He asked. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 02:46, September 29, 2018 (UTC)
"I... have no idea." It was something Swallowpaw had never thought of in a while. Of course, her and Hawkpaw, as kits, would always talk about it, but now... It was actually getting close to her warrior ceremony, and soon she'd actually have her name. "I remember scheming names like Swallowflight and Swallowwing when I was a kit. Maybe it'll be one of them. They sound nice." --forever and always 02:50, September 29, 2018 (UTC)
Lizardfang smiled. "I always wanted mine to be Lizardheart or something." He mused. "I guess my battle skills are better than my people skills." He said nervously. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 02:53, September 29, 2018 (UTC)
Swallowpaw paused at the thought. Heart... that wasn't a bad suffix. "Swallowheart sounds nice too, I guess." (hehe) The tabby then paused, considering his next statement. "Your people skills aren't that bad. And how good are you at fighting, anyway? I've never seen you fight, now that you mention it." --forever and always 02:58, September 29, 2018 (UTC)
"I-I guess they're good." He was lying. His people skills were bad. All he did was ramble and get nervous but he supposed that was just arou d Swallowpaw. To think of it, he didn't even get this nervous around Bramblestar. "They're.. Well I can fight." He'd never really been in battles but he'd chased foxes and badgers away. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 03:01, September 29, 2018 (UTC)
Swallowpaw's tail twitched at that comment. She knew Lizardfang had doubted himself there. Shrugging it off, she mewed: "That's cool! I can fight okay, I guess, but I'm better at hunting." --forever and always 03:03, September 29, 2018 (UTC)
The yowl of death cried into the air as the tom's source of life poured into the maw of his attacker. Body quaking as the nerves crackled, the tom felt the air from his lungs slip, before he laid still with eyes glossed over. He was dead.
Shock filtered into the features of Sagefrost at what she had just witnessed, a rogue tear the life out of Rabbitfoot. Before the rogue could turn her into her next victim, she was sprinting back to camp, not stopping for anything or anyone until she had hightailed it into the entrance. Panting the feline hurriedly began asking for Bramblestar to report what she had just seen.
Standing on guard, Larkear almost had a heart attack when he saw Sagefrost tail it into camp, bounding over to her the tom looked around for danger, on alert. "Sagefrost? What's going on?" The tom asked, shaken by the way the warrior stormed into camp as if RockClan was attacking.
Fallowflight and Whitetooth were sharing tongues when Sagefrost entered camp, and both peered on in curiosity, standing to their paws and slowly drifting toward the distraught warrior yowling of rogues attacking, and a dead warrior. Mother of Ferrets 08:34, September 30, 2018 (UTC)
Pebblepelt stared at her daughter for a moment. Play fighting? It didn't seem so, none of her kittens ever went so far as to draw blood while play fighting. Besides, she only sent the two out to share some fresh kill, so why would Twigkit bite his sister? "You were only sharing fresh kill, not playing. I hope." Pebblepelt struggled her paws, clearly thinning out in her old age. Her entire frame was weakening, and kitting that litter of two didn't help her. The tabby staggered out of the elder's den while Petalkit led the way, over to where Twigkit was bunched up in the corner of camp, practically laying over his fresh kill.Thieving Ferret 19:09, September 30, 2018 (UTC)
Swallowpaw ducked her head in embarrassment. "Thanks, I guess?"
Lizardfang smiled as they arrived to the stream; plentiful in fish. "What technique do you use for fishing?" He questioned her.
Spiderpaw appeared, striding from the medicine cat den; his ears alert in interest and worry at all the noise. "What's going on?"
Sierra had left the gray tabby for dead; her golden eyes now set on the horizon above. She had a small group of rogues together; StormClan would be her next hit, a warning for the Clans. They're kin dead. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 23:00, September 30, 2018 (UTC)
Panting for breath, Sagefrost padded toward Bramblestar, her blue visionaries full of despair for that she had just seen. "I was going out of clan to hunt, and I found a rogue on our territory. They killed Rabbitfoot before my very eyes, I only just got out of there with my throat." Sagefrost spoke, her voice full of worry. It could have been her. Mother of Ferrets 23:29, September 30, 2018 (UTC)
Peppershade was outside of camp, to the far side of the territory; the smoke tortoiseshell scented the air. The smell of death was high in the air. She stepped forward seeing a small puddle of deep red liquid. Was that blood? She stepped forward until she saw the gray body of Rabbitfoot. The scent of rogue was fresh and quickly fading. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 02:47, October 1, 2018 (UTC)
Rogues. Hissing in fury, Larkear fluffed out his coat, green visionaries narrowed. Sagefrost stood before him, reporting that one of their very own had fallen to a rogue, under his very nose. He had been guarding the entrance of camp, keeping a firm gaze and listening ear outward yet still a cat was found dead. Without permission from Bramblestar, the enraged tom stalked out of the camp, ready to flay whatever rogue that was unlucky to stumble upon his path. His reputation of a warrior was at stake.
Whitetooth watched on as Larkear stalked out of camp, Fallowflight anxiously watching to his right. The duo had once been mentor and apprentice, but even when Whitetooth earned his warrior name he still sought his old mentor out for guidance, and even just to talk. Lashing his tail, the tom padded away from Fallowflight, nearing Sagefrot who seemed utterly distraught, offering his shoulder to the molly. Mother of Ferrets 03:27, October 1, 2018 (UTC)
Dewpaw was silent as she watched the interactions. A rogue within their territory? Surely, she could follow the scent; track this rogue. The diluted apprentice glanced at the entrance, she knew she could track this rogue and maybe even take it on. Afterall it was only one cat and she wanted to prove to her Clan and leader; StarClan, even her mother that she was good enough. She huffed and stalked towards the exit, nobody would see they were too busy with Sagefrost.
Peppershade was silent as she stood over Rabbitfoot, her pale amber eyes solemn as she looked at the young warrior's body. "May StarClan light your path, Rabbitfoot." Minkclaw Winter is coming. 04:43, October 1, 2018 (UTC)
Swallowpaw frowned. "I... don't know." Her eyes narrowed. "Don't you just wait until you see a fish, and then you try and catch it?"
Bramblestar frowned. "A rogue, you say?" The leader's voice was concerned. "Was this near our border with loner and rogue territory? I should increase patrols on the site where this has happened." --forever and always 05:06, October 1, 2018 (UTC)
Lizardfang leapt onto the rocks, swishing his tail, a grin spreading across his tabby face. The handsome tom moved to crouch on the rock. "You want to keep your shadow off the water and when the fish comes close just snag it." His dark paw darted into the water, claws unsheathing as they hooked a trout, slinging it into the air. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 06:12, October 1, 2018 (UTC)
"Oh yeah, because otherwise it sees you." Swallowpaw's gaze rounded as she saw the trout that Lizardfang had hooked. "That's a really good catch, by the way. Let me try." The dark tabby apprentice, then crouched by the water, trying to make sure her shadow was not across the water. --forever and always 21:18, October 1, 2018 (UTC)
Lizardfang sat back, wrapping his tail around his damp paws. His pale eyes on the tabby she-cat before him. "Remember, confidence helps with the catch." He said, almost in what seemed like a rather flirtatious voice. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 04:56, October 2, 2018 (UTC)
Swallowpaw listened to his words, but not the flirtatious tone. The thought crossed her mind that perhaps this warrior had taken a liking to her, yet she still shrugged it off. The dark tabby narrowed her eyes, looking for a fish. She was absolutely still for a moment, before she saw a fish. Her paw quickly darted into the water, claws unsheathed, as she managed to hook up a small trout herself. --forever and always 05:04, October 2, 2018 (UTC)
The glossy-furred tabby beamed. "That's a great job!" He told her, his pale green eyes on her face before he looked at his trout. "These should feed the queens; Pebblepelt will need it." He had noticed she'd started looking more frail since she kitted. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 05:06, October 2, 2018 (UTC)
"Thanks." Swallowpaw smiled: it wasn't huge, for sure, but it would be good for the Clan. Lizardfang was right: Pebblepelt would surely appreciate it. "It's not great, but I'm still learning." --forever and always 05:08, October 2, 2018 (UTC)
Lizardfang smiled, his pale green eyes looking around before settling back on her. "Should we head back? We can always catch more, fill more than just the queens bellies." Minkclaw Winter is coming. 05:10, October 2, 2018 (UTC)
Swallowpaw picked up her fish as well, and joined Lizardfang. She let his tail rest on her shoulder, curiously wondering why. I don't have a crush on you, Lizardfang, she thought. At least not yet. But I guess you're my friend, so I think it's okay. --forever and always 05:21, October 2, 2018 (UTC)
The Bengal-patterened tom scented the air as they came closer to camp; he could feel the distress and fear that clung to the cats. Had something happened? Was it Bramblestar? Minkclaw Winter is coming. 05:24, October 2, 2018 (UTC)
Swallowpaw smelt it too. The dark apprentice stiffened up slightly. "Is it me, or has something happened?" Swallowpaw's mew was low and quiet, intended for only Lizardfang's ears. --forever and always 05:26, October 2, 2018 (UTC)
Maybe Bramblestar had lost another life? His thoughts ran dark as his eyes searched for a sign of threat. The tabby warrior squeezed through the entrance to see Bramblestar safe but Peppershade wasn't anywhere to be found, the tom's ears flattened to that as he crept forward dropping the fish he'd caught where it was and moved forward to listen to Sagefrost and Bramblestar. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 05:30, October 2, 2018 (UTC)
"Twigkit," Pebblepelt stared down at her son sternly, who immediately pulled his fresh kill closer in an almost hostile or protective manner. She eyed this behavior suspiciously, wondering why he was so aggressive about his meal. "Did you bite your sister, son? Since when did you think that was ok?" His mother's scolding caused him to look up at the gray tabby with round, bewildered kitten-blue eyes that were slowly fading to an almost cool shade of amber. Out of protest, Twigkit responded almost immediately.
"But momma, I don't want her touching my fresh kill! I don't want anyone touching it!" The skunk-striped kitten complained loudly, causing Petalkit to flinch at his shouting.Thieving Ferret 14:10, October 2, 2018 (UTC)
Darkkit watched with curious eyes, her golden gaze on her foster brother. The mottled kitten shivered as a cold breeze blew through her pelt. Pebblepelt had told her the second her eyes had opened upon understanding she could understand some words and interactions. The kitten had been told that Pebblepelt was only her foster mother, her real mother nobody knew. She furrowed her spotted white and black brows before she looked at Spiderpaw; he was talking to Leafsedge. He had been the one to find her. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 10:14, October 4, 2018 (UTC)
(ceremonies yay). Bramblestar summoned her Clan together. There were many important ceremonies that she had to do today: the makings of new warriors and apprentices. The leader had considered their mentors, and decided the new names for the warriors. She hoped they would be pleased with her choices.
"There is a lot of joy in making new warriors and apprentices. This is one of the days that CaveClan lives for, and celebrates. We are here today to announce three new warriors, and five new apprentices." The leader's gaze first turned to the three young cats about to warriors, her son and daughter among them. Pride flared inside of her, but she held it back: she would share that with them after the ceremony. She had to carry this out with responsibility. "I would like to call Hawkpaw, Swallowpaw, and Wigeonpaw forward."
Once the three apprentices came below her, Bramblestar spoke the ritual words: "I, Bramblestar, leader of CaveClan, ask my warrior ancestors to look down on these three apprentices. They have learnt the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn. Hawkpaw, Swallowpaw, Wigeonpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
"Then I grant you your warrior names. Hawkpaw, from this moment you shall be known as Hawkflight. Swallowpaw, your name from this moment is Swallowheart. Finally, Wigeionpaw, from this moment on you are to be known as Wigeonsplash. All three of you, StarClan honours your loyalty and courage. We welcome you as full warriors of CaveClan."
The Clan cheered for the three new warriors for a moment, before the Clan quietened down again. She now called Turletail's five kits forward, and they sat below her eagerly. "Spiritkit, Graykit, Snowkit, Lichenkit, and Ghoulkit. You have reached the age of six moons, and today you will begin your journey to becoming warriors. From this moment on, you will be known, respectively, as Spiritpaw, Graypaw, Snowpaw, Lichenpaw, and Ghoulpaw. In turn, your mentors are Peppershade, Spottedshadow, Shimmerheart, Ripplestrike, and Larkear. Learn well from them, take on their advice, and become the best warriors you can be for CaveClan. Mentors, pass on your wisdom to these young cats, and may they learn well from you." The mentors then stepped forward to touch their new apprentices' noses, and the Clan started to cheer for their new names. --forever and always 04:21, October 6, 2018 (UTC)
Scenting the air, tasting the flavours on her tongue, the feline sauntered through the territory. She was an invader here, an intruder yet she walked with no fear, no concern for her safety. She only sought one thing and she could only find it within CaveClan territory. Mother of Ferrets 16:10, October 6, 2018 (UTC)
Shimmerheart strutted forward to touch her nose to her apprentice's, her chest filling with pride. Things had been gloomy in CaveClan with the recent disease outbreak, but perhaps things would lighten up from here on out. "Go make your first nest in the apprentice's den. It's tradition." The silver tabby instructed Snowpaw, motioning to the mentioned den with her tail.
Nightingalewing didn't expect to get anything out of the ceremony, seeing he was somewhat of a wallflower within CaveClan. It didn't matter much to him anyways, he was certain he'd get his shot at it someday. The slowly-graying tom nosed his way through the territory to seek some peace, maybe search for prey for the Clan. He wasn't certain as to what he was looking for, but he felt like he was out there for a reason. Hopefully Nightingalewing would get jumped and infected by one of those rabid cats.Thieving Ferret 16:20, October 6, 2018 (UTC)
Someone was close, she could hear their unwary footfalls, completely at ease within their own territory. Mismatched visionaries watched from their hiding place, eyeing the tom that held the coat of an elderly cat, yet his muscles were strong and his body youthful. Immediately suspicious, the molly lunged from her place and hissed, rolling with the tom. "Stop following me!" Luna yowled, even though the tom clearly had not been, but we don't question the logic of a deranged cat. Mother of Ferrets 16:48, October 6, 2018 (UTC)
With a yowl of surprise as he began to roll with a stranger, Nightingalewing began to wonder if his time had come. With his claws sheathed rather than unsheathed, he attempted to stuff a graying paw in the face of the stranger, as if to stiff-arm her and push her away. "Cat, I'm on Clan territory, and you smell nothing like my Clan!"Thieving Ferret 17:04, October 6, 2018 (UTC)
"Clan, bla bla bla. You talk too much. Hush. We must find the weed." Luna rambled, stumbling away from the tom as if they never seen each other. She stopped, looking over her shoulder with narrowed eyes. "You comin'?" She questioned, as if it was his job to follow her in her quest to find this weed she spoke of. Mother of Ferrets 17:11, October 6, 2018 (UTC)
Nightingalewing quaked at where he stood, tail tucked between his legs in a submissively manner as he stared at this she-cat as if she had wings. Weed? She was looking for herbs...in his territory? He couldn't steal from his Clan! "U-Uh, sure..." Nightingalewing stumbled after her anxiously, instinctually reminding himself that he also couldn't risk getting murdered.Thieving Ferret 17:18, October 6, 2018 (UTC)
Ripplestrike, too, touched his nose with Lichenpaw's and then sent her to make her new nest in the apprentices' den. The black tom then joined Bramblestar, who had called an end to the Clan meeting, to congratulate their kits on their new warrior names. --forever and always 22:00, October 6, 2018 (UTC)
Spottedshadow beamed and trotted up to his new apprentice proudly, leaning down to touch his nose to the young cats. "I promise to be a good mentor." —PatchfeatherAre youon thesquare? 14:36, October 11, 2018 (UTC)