Lightningclan (The Prophecy Begins) Semi-Lit ~Accepting~

[DelightfulMelon]

{{Bump!

[susurri]

{{Just wondering, who is my apprentice?}}

[susurri]

g o l d e n h e a r t

♛- She-cat - Deputy - Waking up - Tags: Honeypaw and Lilystream -♛

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She could feel her stomach growl in agony. Goldenheart hadn't eaten for what felt ages. What a rough night, hunting with apprentices. Goldenheart woke up. She yawned at the blinding light that shone through the cracks of the den. She stood up, dizzy and blind. She caught herself, and effortlessly padded outside. Goldenheart's nose dropped as if it had been weighed down. She was smelling the delectable scents in the fresh-kill pile. Her stomach ached to eat it. She made sure she only had a small sample, as she didn't who had and had not eaten. Goldenheart glanced around, spying for someone who had awaken. She spotted Honeypaw and Lilystream, and decided to head over. She got herself up, getting her way into the area in where they had been talking. "Hello, good morning." She sat down beside them, not waiting for an answer. "Am I a disruption? tell me if I need to leave."

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The trails of sunlight pierced through the brambles that made up the apprentices den. A quite massive yawn came from the fairly large femme warrior apprentice as she gathered her paws to make the journey outside of the stuffy den. The she-cat had always been the distant of the three siblings, never speaking unless wanted because she believed that silence speaks when words can't. She most likely would stick up for something she thought was right and voice her opinion. Thunderpaw rolled her shoulders backwards in a attempt to stretch them from stiffness form the previous training yesterday with the other apprentices. Even though she always won doesn't mean she doesn't get sore. She hated how everyone was afraid to battle her during training and makes her feel distant, as like that she wasn't even there. Sadly, Thunderpaw is the kind of cat who wouldn't say anything because she doesn't want to cause a problem. The calico female padded into the busy clearing and twitched her ears lightly listening for anything unfamiliar. Not finding anything she kept walking until she got into the tunnel that led into the forest and breathed in the soft, crisp morning air as she made her way into the woods alone. (Who is her mentor?)

[white dress dancer,]

Flightsong
Bird's song of flight
]Flightsong glanced around her den. She squinted into the bright sunlight
pouring in through the wall. She yawned, letting the golden fingers soak into her sleek
ginger-spotted pet. Narrowing her eyes, she rolled over, bounced to her paws, and skidded out
of the warrior's den. Her freckled face lit up at the sight of her favorite prey,
a magpie. The wind whistled in here ears, and she relished the feeling of it.
Padding over to a shady bush, she dug in, enjoying the magpie.
Once she finished, she groomed herself until she was glittering when she
stepped into sunlight. Narrowing her sharp amber eyes, she pushed off the ground a bounded into the
forest to hunt. Flightsong set down her prey; two mice and a shrew. She padded down to a small,
tricking stream and lapped at it for a long time. Suddenly, a branch rustled. Flightsong
looked up, water droplets sparkling on her whiskers, and bounded into the tree after the squirrel.

[f e n n e c]

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Please may I have a recap?
I've been seriously ill for a few weeks and I'm still
recovering but I'm feeling better so I can post a
bit more now c:

[spicy dragon]

{ Flightsong, Thunderpaw and Goldenheart woke up. Flightsong went hunting and Goldenheart asked what Lilystream and Honeypaw were doing. I don't think much else has happened. And I'm glad you're feeling better. c: }

[white dress dancer,]

Hey guys, it's flightsong.
My account keeps on getting hacked.
I must make a new one.
My username will be -flowerfall-
thanks.

[f e n n e c]

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Lilystream purred. 'Not at all!' She meowed. 'Actually, we were looking for a few warriors to come with us. Goldenheart will you come? You don't have to but...' Lilystream looked away to Honeypaw and then searched the sky. 'I think we better start moving before the weather gets worse'' She murmured quite quickly as she watched a huge number of birds swoop above the camp making a racket. She flexed her haunches and hind legs before digging her claws in the ground. 'We could get some fresh-kill too, the camp could use witha few bits of spare prey' She meowed enthusiastically. A cold gust of wind made her fur puff up to make her look a lot bigger than she actually is.

[spicy dragon]

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Name;;
Honeypaw
Age;;
12 moons
With;;
Goldenheart
Liystream
Ravenwing

Honeypaw watched her mentor for a moment before nodding. "I suppose you're right. I did think we should collect the herbs at sun-high, but it appears that it'll rain before then." The young she-cat rose to her paws and trotted over to the camp entrance before waiting for her mentor and the warriors. She licked her paw and swiped it over her ear, glancing around at the camp and its inhabitants. It appeared that more cats were waking up now, and that soon the camp would be buzzing with its usual energy. She snffed, noticing that both Flightsong and her younger sister, Thunderpaw, had gone hunting; seperately, she was willing to bet.