✤ LeafClan V.2 ✤ New & Accepting

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Batpaw hissed venomously, his pupils dilating at his mentor's words. "What am I now- your little mouse play-thing? I doubt so. You go do it if it's so important, which it isn't- no one's came complaining about dirt in their dens! You just don't want me to learn and graduate, you just want me to do the pathetic, dirty jobs that no one else will. Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I'm a worthless pushover, you foxheart." Baring his fangs, he tried not to show the rage and hurt building up in his eyes. His thick ebony fur fluffed up even more.

Batpaw knew he was being disrespectful beyond anything he'd probably ever done before, but he had had enough. For once, he was actually steady on his paws. Focused, and a tad bit cheerful. Now this? This was not about to happen without him doing something about it. Hearing his mentor's last comment made him actually sheath his claws. "They aren't pathetic. They're keeping your lazy tail from actually having to do extra work, which you obviously don't respect. Try living in my paws for a day, then you'd respect all that I do for you!" Batpaw hissed, whirling and glancing at Leopardstripe. "The plan's the same. I'm laying down those cob nuts if it's the last thing I do; bring extra, I may need some to shove down Windtail's throat, because I'm not cleaning up some other cat's dirt." Even as those words left his maw, bile pressed against his throat, and his stomach churned. Why can't he treat me like Sunpaw? It's because my origins are unknown, and I was taken here a lot later than most? Because I'm moody? Is that it? But, it can't be... I was actually cheerful! You know what? I was born for him to hate. If that's the case like it appears, I will shove those cob nuts down his throat. I am not cleaning out another cats dirt- the normal punishment is moss-takeout and tick searching! I'm not about to take less than I deserve because he feels I'm the lesser apprentice. I may as well make my point... I already called him foxheart, lazy-tail, not to mention that last threat. I'm probably grounded for eternity, but oh well. I just pray to Starclan I'm not answering to Ravenstar.

Tagged ;; Windtail, Leopardstripe

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Name: WindTail
Age: 47 Moons
Rank: Medicine Cat
Crush: Forbidden
Tagged: BatPaw

WindTail could no longer handle his anger. He... He snapped. The white tom turned around, storming at BatPaw, his
claw lashing at the left side of his face. He pushed BatPaw down under his unleashed claw, panting for bearly a heart-
beat before storming out of the den, out of Camp. Anywhere to get him out of there.

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Hawktalon smiled, obviously happy that many other cats where enjoying greenleaf as well. Hear in her question, he sighed in contentment. "Great. I wish clan life could be like this all the time. Regardless, I'm enjoying the peace and prosperity while it lasts," Hawtalon said, suddenly stopping abruptly and turning her general direction. "You've got a mouse close by. But, even while I'm enjoying the season, I have to stay fit and alert. Our good fortune could change it any time. "

Tagged ;; Willowfrost

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Batpaw noted Leopardstripe's silence, and flattened his ears on mild annoyance. You cant win for lose... I just don't want everyone in my personal business, I didn't mean to get her upset. Mousedung.... Caught up in his thoughts, the blind tom didn't realize Windtail was in the den till it was too late. Deciding to avoid confrontation, he let the moss slide from beneath his chin, and motioned for Leopardstripe to put down the cobwebs on the shelf to the left. "Thanks for your help, Leopardstripe. Could you help me lay down these cob nuts?" Batpaw asked, keeping his turquoise eyes locked on her unblinkingly- his sign of agitation on many levels.

Tagged ;; Windtail, Leopardstripe

Sorry again for a late reply. I had to clean.)

W i l l o w f r o s t ;

She listened to his reply, ears perked. For a moment, all prey was forgotten. "Yeah, same here." she meowed. The fur on her neck stood for a moment as he abruptly stopped. Flicking her ear, she heard the mouse and mentally scolded herself, You should've stayed alert! That mouse could've been killed already. she thought. She gave a small nod to the warrior and turned, facing the direction that the mouse was. She crouched down and scanned the area until she saw the brown, nimble body huddled in some tall grass. She began to stalk forwards, her silver pelt slithering among the grass. Once she was about a tail-length out, she unsheathed her claws. She leapt forwards and sunk her claws into the warm fur. She nipped it's neck, killing it quickly. She picked up the still warm, limp body and padded back to Hawktalon. She buried the mouse and dipped her head lightly," Thanks for telling me about the mouse." she mewed.

[Windy0cloud]

Name: WindTail
Age: 47 Moons
Rank: Medicine Cat
Crush: Forbidden
Tagged: -

WindTail didn´t stop running for a second, his heart pounding in his chest. What had he done? What was
the Clan going to think of him? Running in an unknown direction, he stopped, panting heavily. He gave a
look around his surroundings before spriting off again.

Name: SpottedCloud
Age: 45 Moons
Rank: Senior Warrior
Crush: Open
Tagged: -

After burrying the water vole in the same place as the pigeon, she continued to search for prey. Her attention turned to a rather shallow part of the Lake. There seemed to be a couple fish there. Grinning lightly, she carefully moved towards the water before splashing into the water with unleashed claws. Nothing. She sighed lightly, wishing she could be just as talented at hunting as her son, StoneFur.

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I have Oaktail open if you like.)

[Windy0cloud]

I don´t actually have any characters open xD Just typing to pass the time c:}

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Alright x3 )

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Batpaw was shocked. His maw flew open, and his turquoise eyes got all wide as he felt claws lash him. As his mentor pinned him, he actually felt fear tear at his heart. Would the older tom kill him? But no. His mentor stormed out, and that fear was replaced by anger. At himself for cowering, and anger at Windtail had broken the code. Yowling in rage and mostly shock, Batpaw flew out of the den, only to see Windtail storming off. "He struck me," the ebony tom hissed, flipping over onto his belly, his pelt prickling. But, something stopped him. Blood. It was running down his left cheek from where Windtail had struck him. Choking softly, the younger tom just stood there in actual shock. He actually hurt me. "Windtail struck me. I pushed him to a breaking point," Batpaw whispered to himself, unable to fathom it. Then, he felt this cold feeling worm it's way into his gut, and he began to tremble. He really does hate me. Crawling for his rock, the ebony tom laid there, struggling to get his bearings. Starclan help us all if we're turning on ourselves in greenleaf. Or... is it just me and Windtail? Nothing I ever said triggered this before... what do I do if my mentor is willing to strike me?

Tagged ;; No one [open]


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{Your fine ^^}

Hawktalon watched Willowfrost with interest, and gave a little start upon hearing her mew. "Ah, you don't have to thank me. That was an excellent catch, flawless technique," the young warrior said, his emerald eyes flickering to the mouse, then to her bright ice colored eyes. She's a much better hunter than I am. "If your as good at fishing as you are hunting, the prey pile will be overflowing tonight," the golden tom mewed, offering her a warm smile before turning and padding back towards the stream, ears perked. "We're almost there; I can hear the rushing water." Picking up his pace, he swished his bushy tail, deep in thought. I wonder if we'll run into any of the hunting patrol while we're out.

Tagged ;; Willowfrost

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W i l l o w f r o s t ;

A warm, content feeling soon filled her belly at the senior warrior's praise. She dipped her head lightly in thanks. "I doubt I'm to go a fisher." she meowed lightly at his second comment. Stretching her legs, she strode after him, her fluffy tail curled in delight, blue eyes joyful. She twitched her whiskers slightly and kept her mouth open for scents of any other prey that may happen to wander across. Slowly, she swayed into deep thought as well.

[.:Whimsical.Ghosts:.]

Leopardstripe|Leafclan|She|Herself
What had she just witnessed? Leopardstripe stumbled out the the den trying to find her vibe, but it wasn't there.