S T O R M
Storm leaped onto a fence with one bound, waving her tail slightly with pleasure when it only took her one try and she didn't scramble onto the fence like kittypets usually did. She was no longer a warrior and she knew she wasn't in top-shape as she used to be when she trained nearly daily, but it was comforting knowing that she hadn't let herself go that much.
She walked along the fences, peering into the gardens to see if any kittypet was up for some conversation.
F O X P A W
Foxpaw finished up the mouse and stretched, arching his back and relieving the tension in his muscles. He twisted around to give his fur a quick grooming and looked around for his mentor, having overheard Pineshadow promising Tawnypaw some battle training. He wanted to ask to join them, but he figured he should ask his mentor first--Darkcreek didn't particularly appreciate it when he constantly disappeared to places without telling him.
T A W N Y P A W
Tawnypaw frowned as Duskpaw pushed away the mouse and realized that he was angry at her again--it seemed like he was irritated at everyone these days. "Eat it," she ordered, giving him a lick between the eyes, "You need to keep your strength up" She pushed the mouse back to him and rubbed against his cheek,
purring softly, "I have to go train now. I'll teach you everything I learned later, ok?"
D U S K P A W
Duskpaw felt his fur bristle again but he forced himself to nod, hating the pity he thought he heard in Tawnypaw's voice. He didn't hate being a medicine cat apprentice but he would be lying if he said he liked it more than being a warrior apprentice. For as long as he's known he had dreamed of being a warrior--maybe even deputy someday, but all that was crushed because of his damn eyesight. He sighed, fighting the urge to spit, knowing that it would only lead to Tawnypaw prodding at him more--he didn't like being so annoyed at her, but everything she did and said seemed to rub him the wrong way. Not that it was her fault--it was like that with everyone these days.
A P R I L
April rolled over in the grass, a low purr in her voice as she basked in the morning sun. She pricked her ears as she heard footsteps drawing closer and she sat up, looking on top of her fence where a sleek, grey cat was crossing. "Good morning Storm!" She called out, getting up to walk up to the fence, "Where are you headed today?"
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