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- {ten moons}▸{molly}▸{apprentice}▸{camp}▸{Reedpelt (m), open}
xXxXxEveningpaw groaned in her nest quietly, as she attempted to block out the sounds of Swiftpaw and Tawnypaw arguing. She felt bad for the pair, after all, she considered all the apprentices to at least be acquaintances with one another, but the little tortoiseshell was tired, and just wanted to rest a little bit longer. With a small huff, she realised she had no chance of returning to her dreams, and unburied her face from beneath her tail. ‘Well, since I’m awake, may as well get ready for the day!’ She yawned, rising slowly to her paws. Briefly shaking her fur, she stepped forwards, leaving the warmth of her nest behind with a long stretch of her legs, and headed to the den exit.
xXxXxThe apprentice, peeking her head out first, soon bounded into the clearing lightly, decisively sitting down to groom her fur and watch what was happening around the camp. Other cats began to rise, and she noted her mentor, Reedpelt, emerge from his den as well. ‘Great!’ she beamed, watching briefly as he picked up a meal. ‘I’ll go and talk to him after he’s finished eating, and I’m done grooming!’ Eveningpaw loved training, and for a multitude of reasons. It was something to focus her abundant energy and troublesome curiosity upon, even if only for a short period of time, and something to strengthen her relationship with her mentor and fellow apprentices, all whilst learning skills that meant she would be a helpful warrior to her clan.
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- {thirty-nine moons}▸{molly}▸{warrior}▸{camp, then territory}▸{No tags; open}
xXxXxPansystream had been awake for most of the morning, lying idly in her nest as thoughts flowed through her mind, like a gentle breeze carrying leaves around a clearing. Nothing of particular interest or importance, just… empty words and ideas. She debated seeking some herbs to help her sleep, as restless nights often came to the slender Siamese, but she quickly shook the idea away. Dependency on anything is a weakness, and the only thing she intended on needing was food, water and warmth to live. All too suddenly, a horde of memories charged towards her, pain striking across her face as the devastation that occurred to her family stormed its way into her mind.
xXxXx‘No, not now. I can’t do this again,’ she growled internally, rising to her paws and quickly slithering out of the den to await in the clearing for daybreak. She seated herself delicately down by the entrance, desperate to rid her mind of the trauma, but the memories only plagued her mind once more. The simple sight of a camp in relative darkness reminded her of a short but simple memory; she and Adderfang, returning to the camp as apprentices after sneaking out, attempting to be quiet but giggling as they crept in, only to be discovered by one of their mentors, and punished for a week, tending to elders, the nursery and the medicine cats. A melancholy smile crossed her face, softening her sharp, skulking features to the formerly jolly molly. Any cat who saw the look would be reminded of who she once was, but the smile soon faded, and she returned to her saddened state, signing as she turned her head to look away once more.
xXxXxShe didn’t pay attention to the arguing apprentices as they arose, instead noting only when the clan began to awaken. “That’s my cue to leave,” She mewed softly, turning to depart from the camp at once, avoiding contact with the happiness of her clanmates. Pansystream didn’t know why she punished herself like so; moons ago she would have been overjoyed to be chatting with clanmates, hunting and patrolling beside them. Had her tragedies never occurred, her kits would be apprentices now, potentially on a morning patrol with her. Her aching heart longed for the scenario in her mind to be reality, however simple and menial it seemed. She longed for normality, for her too-soon departed children, for her missing mate… “Stop it. You have to at least try to move on,” she mumbled to herself, half angered, half pitiful. Her blue eyes snapped upwards from her white paws, and she focused her mind on hunting, however poor she was at the task.
