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--@Lady I beleive you put Brokenpaw down on the mentor list twice XD--

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Tagged: Hawkthunder her mentor
Where?: Follwing Hawkthunder
Doing: Following Hawkthunder
Mood: Excited, surprised
Crush: Nope!
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Brokenpaw suddenly jerked up when her mentor, Hawkthunder, came up. She nodded in agreement, as she followed her mentor. The young apprentice mewed as her light paws thudded against the ground. She had to bound to catch up with Hawkthunder's pace, but she could keep up. Many scents of different cats filled her nose, as she had no diea what, or where they where training today. She wondered what they where doing.

She loved training with Hawkthunder, as she loved training anyways. She meowed as she had fell behind by tripping over a twig. She meowed as she stood up, shaking her ashy pelt. Her amber eyes locked on Hawkfrost as she raced up to him, and she bounded beside her mentor, lashing her tail abck and forth a little annoyed. She was thinking of napping, but the clan came first anyways.

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GreyStripe ] - [ 38 moons old ] - [ loner ] - [ crushless

Even though GreyStripe felt a little ashamed that he was taken down so easily by a she-cat , but his curiosity overpowered that emotion. Our territory. her voice echoed in his head while standing there, un moving with his eyes locked on the cat facing him. You belong to a clan, don't you ? He questioned, as if the she-cat never said anything. If it were true and she did belong to a clan, there was no way that GreyStripe would be leaving. In fact, he'd end up following her back into the camp to meet the leader.
The tom's eyes remained on the she-cat, now fully taking in her appearance. She was a pretty she-cat, there was no doubt about that. Her appearance somewhat resembled the leader of his previous clan, maybe the muscle or maybe something else... Then something clicked inside of the tabby's head.You're the leader ! He exclaimed, shock and relief washing over him. At long last, he actually met a clan cat and a leader of one too. But, if the leader jumped at him this fast would the others be just as quick to jump to conclusions ? Yet on the other hand, this was their territory. Again, GreyStripe was quick to push the thoughts away and focus on the she-cat in front of him.

tags ;; Willowstar, clan -mentioned-

DawnPaw ] - [ 14 moons old ] - [ crushless ] - [ mentor - SkyBlue

After a while of being lost in her own little daydream, FogPaw's voice made DawnPaw both jump and break free of the illusion world. A smile played on the she-cat face before she answered the greeting with a flick of her tail and a; Hello FogPaw. The orange-pelted she-cat took in the younger apprentices annoyed expression and was quick to speak up, hoping that some of FogPaw's worries would go away. I'm sure that SkyBlue will repeat the basic moves before repeating the advanced ones. Her tone remained soft and gentle while her eyes were locked on the she-cat. WillowStar is the leader after all, she isn't the one to be late. Besides, DawnPaw flicked her tail over to touch FogPaw's shoulder in hopes of comforting her. If she should be late, it must be something important. DawnPaw let her tail rest on the she-cat's shoulder for a few more heartbeats before laying it on top of her own paw's again.

tags ;; Fogpaw, Willowstar & SkyBlue -both mentioned-

[derision]

W I L L O W S T A R
She-cat||Leader||
Doing= Resting ||
Mood= Interested.
Also surprised,
angry||
With= The Clan &
Greystripe||

Willowstar hissed, "You noticed. What do you want? My apprentice is waiting for me." Tail flicking, she sighed quietly. "So you want to join, or leave? I don't take quick answers. I don't trust you just yet, LONER. Now leave if I do, I'm going. I'll deal with you later." If there was a later. Normally, Willowstar would make him beg for mercy, but now, she wouldn't let Fogpaw down. Walking away, her long tail swayed back and forth. She entered the ferns, that last thing he could see was her back paw. Racing towards the training hollow, she stopped, reaching their scent.

"Sorry Fogpaw, I was dealing with a loner." The tabby glared now angry at her apprentice. Seeing the look, Willowstar growled, "Would you like a rouge to fill himself up on our territory, or me chase him off. Don't get mad, or your warrior name will be Fogbrain." She teased. Seeing it was kind of very little annoyance, Willowstar rested her tail on the apprentice's back. "I am sorry."

[Asherwy]

I'm sorry guys, but my post said that she was slightly annoyed, I even added that she had an emotionless posture. Sorry, I'm just not fond of the misinterpretation of my posts. }}

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((Ok. Willowstar is sorry, C: Will edit. c:))

[Asherwy]

Thanks }}

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Age 40 moons
Gender Tom
Rank Warrior
Apprentice Brokenpaw
Status Single
Tags Brokenpaw

Once he had laid his fresh-kill down, the brown tabby turned back to his twitchy apprentice. "Is there something wrong Brokenpaw?" Her tail tip was twitching, he couldn't tell whether it was from anticipation or annoyance, maybe both. Ignoring her tail, he padded towards the camp entrance again, "Alright, here's today's lesson plan; first we're going to review some of the battle and hunting techniques we did yesterday, then we'll try out the hunting skills after the session. ONce you've caught at least two pieces of prey, we'll head back and you can have a meal as well as some sleep. You were out early today, so I doubt you got much." Flicking his tail to beckon his apprentice, the warrior headed for the clearing where they usually held training sessions. Settling at the far end opposite of Brokenpaw, he waved his tail. "Now, I want to start with the fighting techniques. Do the move where you charge but veer away at the last moment, lets see if you can catch me off-guard." The senior warrior rose to his battle stance, anticipating her move. He wanted to start off with the fighting techniques first to get her warmed up, then mvoe of with hunting ot see if she had enough self-control to stop herself from jumping all over the place.

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Age 10 moons
Gender She-cat
Rank Apprentice
Mentor Willowstar
Status Single
Tags Dawnpaw, Willowstar

Forcing herself not to flinch away from Dawnpaw's touch, she remained seated and listened to her denmate's soft words. Although she was focusing on trying not to back away, she knew that Dawnpaw had a point, her mentor was bound to be late since she was leader. Leaders had to take care of leader things in the morning and everyday. Not long after her fellow apprentice mewed, Willowstar's scent blasted her muzzle and she jerked her head around to see her mentor race towards them, she smelled the same but another cat's scent was on her as well. Her mentor's next words explained it. Taken aback by the sudden change of tone from her leader, the harsh words that came out of Willowstar's mouth triggered burning fury inside her. How dare she? I wasn't doing anything wrong and she just marches up to me, saying that she'll name me Fogbrain if she stopped feeling emotions?! This time when her leader rested her tail on her shoulder she flinched away, unable to meet her mentor's gaze. Inhaling, she ruffled her fur and stared back up at Willowstar evenly, her turquoise gaze unwavering. "It's fine. Let's just go." The grey and white apprentice's mew was dull. Although fury was bubbling deep within her, despite that she remained calm on the exterior.

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Age 110 moons
Gender tom
Rank Elder
Apprentice None
Status Single
Tags None

will post later(he wakes up late)

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Tagged: Hawkthunder her mentor
Where?: Training
Doing: Training
Mood: Excited, concentrated
Crush: Nope!
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The young she-cat followed her mentor, and waited as he set down the fresh-kill. Then, she followed him to where they would train. "No, nothings wrong." she mumbled, and followed him. She sat down, and nodded once she got her task. She crouched, and she stared at him, her amber eyes locked on him. Brokenpaw's right ear twitched, as her tail tip slightly twitched. She stared at him, as she was trying to get him off gaurd. She didnt take her eyes off him for one second.
The young she-cat was still crouched, her belly centimeters from the ground. She then charged at him, and turned to the right at the last second, and at the last second, and turned quickly, and jumped on him, hoping to pinn him, or knock him off his paws. Her claws where sheathed, so she was doing no harm here.

[peachsmoothie.]

Duskflicker | Medicine Cat | Tom | 31 Moons

Duskflicker woke in the medicine cat den, smiling when he noticed his apprentice's nest empty and a small pile of alder bark. He sighed. "I should have been up earlier," he muttered to himself, but he gently nosed the alder bark in it's spot. He yawned, stretching. After giving himself a quick wash, he trotted outside of his den. He saw Ivorypaw and he padded over to her. "Good morning, Ivorypaw! Thanks for getting the alder bark," he meowed, nodding to Jinxshade. He didn't want to interrupt them, so he padded away to the fresh-kill pile. He grabbed a small mouse, and quickly ate it. He savored the juicy morsel. He headed out of camp, beckoning Ivorypaw with the flick of his tail. He planned to go out and collect some herbs with her, maybe quiz her, and just enjoy the forest.

Cloudaw | Apprentice | Tom | 7 Moons

Cloudpaw was sitting in his nest, washing himself. He had been awake for awhile, but only due to a horrible nightmare of foxes. He shivered, thinking back on it. He hastened his washing, and peeked his head out of the den. His mentor, Mothdust, wasn't out yet, but he got out of the apprentices' den, and sat near the entrance to his den, watching the cats. He smiled when his gaze fell on Dawnpaw and Fogpaw. He had always had a feeling for the older orange apprentice, so he trotted up to them. "Good morning Dawnpaw! Good morning Fogpaw!" he greeted brightly, sitting down beside them. He nodded to Willowstar when she walked up to them, and watched them walk away. He sighed, wishing his mentor was up too. "I see our mentors aren't early birds," he mewed lightly, turning to Dawnpaw.

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{ Warrior | Female | 30 moons }

StarClan, help me!

The tabby she-cat woke with a start, her claws piercing through the soft moss nest below her. Just seconds ago she was falling, sliding down the rocky mountainside of her dreamland. She sat herself up and stared at her paws for several moments, regaining her thoughts. With a quick shake of the head and some grooming, her heartbeats returned to normal and the adrenaline rush had subsided. Mothdust stretched out her limbs and her back, then licked her lips and got to her paws. Hearing the soft chatters of other Clanmates outside, she realized that she had slept in. "Mouse-dung," she muttered to herself, a cross glare framing itself around her face.

Before leaving the warriors' den, she surveyed the camp clearing. She saw Duskflicker exiting the camp with his apprentice, then turned her eyes to Dawnpaw, Fogpaw, Willowstar, and Cloudpaw talking near the fresh-kill pile. Her eyes rested on Cloudpaw, her young apprentice of only seven moons. It's already been an entire moon, and we haven't done much. Perhaps I can take him out to learn some new battle moves, she thought to herself. As Willowstar and Fogpaw padded away, she kept her eyes on Dawnpaw and Cloudpaw for a moment and couldn't help but let out a mrrow of laughter at the star-struck look in Cloudpaw's eyes when he looked up at Dawnpaw. Poor Cloudpaw, you haven't the best timing, she thought, almost feeling bad that she would be taking away the time that the two apprentices could have spent alone.

She finally voyaged outside, squinting her emerald eyes as the rays of bright morning sunlight filtered onto the ground of the camp. She made her way over to Dawnpaw and Cloudpaw, dipping her head in greeting; Mothdust wasn't much for words. "It's a beautiful day," she commented, half to herself and half to the apprentices. "Would you like to learn some battle moves today, Cloudpaw?"

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[x] Muse: Alright
[x] Tagged: Cloudpaw

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{ Elder | Female | 82 moons }

Sparrowfur's eyes opened but stayed narrowed as her senses woke. The thick furball rose, her fur scattered every which-way. Getting up wasn't like it used to be 40 moons ago, but Sparrowfur was still healthy for her age and didn't particularly mind moving around. She slowly stretched out her joints, gritting her teeth at first but relaxing as the pain eased itself away. She noticed her messy pelt and began to groom it where various tufts of her stuck out. Even when she was done and groomed, Sparrowfur still had a distinctive look to her poise, as if there was simply too much fur.

Turning forward, her eyes fell to the rising and falling outline of Shadowstorm, the other old fleabag that she shared her den with. Living with him was peaceful, and sometimes she felt just as old as him but reminded herself that he was nearly 30 moons ahead in life. Some of our finest warriors are barely 30 moons old, she thought to herself, wondering how Shadowstorm was even still around. Nonetheless, he was still a wonderful companion and denmate to have around. "Good morning, furball," she teased, though she knew that he tom couldn't hear her since he was still asleep. She curled her tail over her paws and sat in her nest for a few moments, lost in her own thoughts.

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[x] Muse: Alright
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[kintsugi.]

{ hiddenclan } • { twenty-one moons } • { warrior } • { single } • { tags - none }

As if the world could stop and listen to all the torn souls and broken hearts. As if the world could breathe in and exhale with such inner hate for the living. For the silent. For the dead. As if the world would rest all of its' weight upon a small, calico she-cat, nearly twenty-two moons old. As if the world could--As if the world would--Indeed it would, therefore it should. With such an elegant manner but such a delicate spine, the world spun slowly and lost its' grip on the leafs, wind, and clouds, letting forth a gentle drizzle of warm, smelly rain. It played games with Shattered's tiny nose and she batted at the water droplets like a playful kit, jumping up into the air and landing on her hind paws with a soft thud. "Rain, rain go away." Shattered sung to herself, or more directly towards the bits of precipitation that fell seamlessly from the grayish clouds of fluff and hung above her like a caved in wall. "Come again some other day." Her voice was so small compared to the soft gust of wind that were blowing in her direction, causing her long fur to blow over her dappled face. "The clouds are crying everywhere, it's too much for my heart to bear." She pushed her fur out of her eyes and smiled sweetly up at the sun-kissed sky, the suns' mellow glow reflecting off of her bright aquamarine eyes. . .

"And if you don't I will swear. . ." She backed up and leaned against an oak tree, her fur blowing gently in the wind as her little muzzle pointed towards the orange sky. ". . . I will swear. . ." She looked back down at her paws for a quick second, thoughts racing through her clouded mind, had she forgotten the words? The words to a song more important to her than life itself? She looked down at her blurred reflection in the lake, suddenly, tiny ripples spread across the pool of water. Drip. Drip. Drip. "But if you could, come and stay, wash away all the pain." Shatteredstorm closed her now saddened eyes and listened as the tears from the sky and the tears from her eyes dripped down upon the stony lake. "Mothers' here to dry your tears, to make it better, to love you dear." Shatteredstorm tried desperately to remember the words, but everything she said came out wrong--Spilled all over the pages leaving an inky mess. "........" She stopped, frozen, she left her eyes closed and kept her head hung over the colorless lake. Drip. Drip. Drip. The tears rolled off her muzzle. Drip. Drip. Drip. The tears poured from the sky.

Drip... Drip... Drip...

"Alright Shattered, pull yourself together, you've got much more important things to do besides sit around and feel sorry for yourself." She sniffled and stood up, licking her chest fur a bit before heading back to camp, she knew she wasn't supposed to venture out of camp, but the lake was such a beautiful place. . . And she enjoyed her time alone. Why must everything be so much more complicated then it really seemed? She felt as if she was always being watched, stalked, admired from afar? No. Anything but that. No one seemed to like her very much anyway, she was sassy and stuck-up, her British accent gave her a rather cunning, judging tone when she was upset, and it wasn't like she didn't already look like a kitty-pet. . . Or at least, was a kitty-pet. She sighed and padded into camp, her fluffy calico tail dragged the ground like muddy feet, she kept her head up and smiled grimly at the rest of the cats. "I'm back from a patrol, everything seems to be looking great." She lied through her teeth, passing by the cats, and making her way into the warriors den. "Oh me... I'm only 21 moons old and I feel like an elder."