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[powder101]

"Hi Miststripe!" shouted an eager Riverpaw. "Oh, isn't he amazing, wow he is so brave, I really want to be a warrior..." she thought longingly.

[Rosemary.]

Miststripe
"Woah, settle down there youngster! What are you doing out so early?" The gray tom already knew the answer, Riverpaw wanted to do a warrior deed,"Why don't you come out with me into the forest while your mentor sleeps? We'll go hunting at the old maple if you'd like."

Pinestar
Pinestar slowly padded over to her deputy, Frozengaze. "I was wondering if you could gather together a hunting patrol. Miststripe is going hunting with Riverpaw already, but I think we may need a little more prey than that small cat can catch." The she-cat chuckled as she looked over her shoulder at the white she-cat leaving the camp.

[powder101]

"Do you smell anything?" the young warrior asked playfully.

[teeshirt.]

S w a n p a w|| A p p r e n t i c e|| A n n o y e d.

Swanpaw rolled around in her nest, trying to unattach the claw that was puncturing her pelt. "Troutpaw!" she finally hissed, standing up in her nest with her pelt on end. A red dot beaded its way onto her pelt. "Keep your claws to yourself!" she growled through clenched teeth. She smoothed down her pelt with one whisk of her tail and licked it a bit. She then looked at the small scratch and rolled her eyes. Just a scratch. I am fine. she thought as she climbed out of her nest and into the bright sunlight. She sighed with satisfaction as it made her mood a bit better, but just a smidge.

Sitting down at the edge of camp and let her ears lie flat against her head, not wanting to hear the clan's chatting nor be apart of the nonsence. Her tongue lashed out as she tried to make the scratch better and soon it just stopped bleeding and she refused to touch it again. Stupid toms! she thought, even though that was her own brother.

T r o u t p a w|| A p p r e n t i c e|| S u r p r i s e d.

"Wo wo wo w-" he started, then stopped when his sister was already out of the den. He sighed and shook his head. He was more surprised to find that she didn't wrip his pelt up. He licked away some moss that hung loosly at the side and left the den. His eyes were blinking with his growning tiredness as his nose twitched. With one paw clawing at the ground, he patted toward the fresh-kill pile slowly. He tipped his tail to the side, waiting to see if anyone would see, before he picked out a starling and headed for a shady region.

His eyes flickered around before settling on the smooth prey. He plucked the feathers, one taking rest on his nose. He hissed at it and batted it away, which then it just stuck to his paw fur. His growled and rubbed it against the ground, soon crushing and demolishing it. He smiled and nodded, feeling accomplished as he began to eat the prey with one swift gulp.

[.Green.]

Nightpaw yawned awake, she sat up in her nest and stretched. As she stood up she looked around the apprentices den, already seeing that some were had left. Feeling more awake now, Nightpaw trotts over to the fresh kill pile and grabs a vole. She takes it to a spot by the apprentices den and starts eating the prey.

Darkpaw was still sleeping peacefully.

[Guest]

Milkfeather's green eyes opened. The cream-colored she-cat licked one paw and drew it over her left ear as the scents of camp swirled around her, blanketing her in comfort. She noticed Riverpaw and Miststripe, nodding to both of them. However, she wanted to go to the border, not hunting with an apprentice, though she didn't see anything wrong with that. She padded lightly out of camp.

[walk.]

Frozengaze turned to his leader and said, "Of course Pinestar, I will send out Lunaflower, Moondew and Wolfsoul as well as Miststripe and Riverpaw, we need the other apprentices here to help patch up the fences, collect moss and clean the training grounds!" he chortled slightly before dipping his head respectfully and called out the names of the cats on hunting patrol. The deputy then ran over to the moss pile and take some moss to the elders.

[Rosemary.]

Pinestar
Watching Frozengaze walk away to help the Clan, the tortoiseshell she-cat noticed that more cats had woken up. Laying down to rest, Pinestar closed her eyes for a moment, thinking of what had happened last night. StarClan had come in her dream to tell her something, but she couldn't remember what it was they told her. It was something about a prophecy, something like... a river gathering water... after a long moon it dries... taking lives with it... unless... two cats as one... awaken to light a way... a claw of wood and... what? The she-cat couldn't recall the next part, it must have slipped from her mind.

Miststripe
The tom saw Milkfeather and gently swished his tail as a greeting, then hurried away out into the forest before Riverpaw got too far ahead,"Slow down Riverpaw, can't you see we're not even there yet?" He shouted after her, just as she stopped at the giant maple. Miststripe couldn't stop running in time and tumbled into her, knocking the fragile she-cat aside. Miststripe got up from the uncomfortable position he was in and looked over to Riverpaw, she was laying with her legs splayed on the soft moss beside him. "Riverpaw, get up!" He meowed, his voice worried. The young she-cat twitched her ears, and the tom relaxed, she was playing a joke on him. He continued with this joke, pretending that he thought she was very hurt or dead,"Oh no, I'll need to get Wildflower! Riverpaw, don't die, you'll never get to train again, you will never get to see the Star Tree! You'll miss getting your warrior name!" Miststripe's tone was very convincing, and at the part about missing her warrior name, the young cat bolted up from the ground, scattering a few leaves while doing so. "I'm not dead!"
{I'm sorry for using your character here powder101, but I found it quite funny. }

[powder101]

"It's fine." He is so funny... I want to be just like him... the hunting party! "Look, Miststripe the hunting party!" the young, wide eyed she cat said exitedly.

[Guest]

Milkfeather stiffened.
A faint wisp of fox was still on the breeze. It teased her, frightened her, taunted her. Where is it? Where is it?
Her claws dug in and out of the ground. The border stream gurgled obliviously, but the birds had fallen silent.