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[paperose]

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ɢeɴder ¦ ѕнecαт
αɢe ¦ 9 мooɴѕ
rαɴĸ ¦ αppreɴтιce
мeɴтor ¦ loɴɢwнιѕĸer
тαɢѕ ¦ ғerɴpαw; reѕт oғ тнe вorder pαтrol

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Owlpaw woke up. She opened her eyes, even though it made no difference. The world looked empty to her. Yawning, she stretched out and flexed her limbs. Stiff as they were, she decided to confront the morning early today. Standing up fully, she felt the air for a draught of crisp air and the smell of other cats. She stepped out of her mossy bed and walked out of the apprentices den, changing her direction slightly as she brushed past a piece of the thicket. As she stepped out, she heard Nightstar say something about patrols and turned her head and ears to hear better what she was saying.
Border patrol. That was what she was on today. She smiled because she was with Fernpaw which turned into a grimace as she realised she would be with her mentor. He didn't like her and wanted to be rid of her as soon as possible. She dismissed the thought from her mind and smelled the air for Fernpaw. She found her talking with Ivyvine over by the freshkill pile. Not wanting to intrude, she went to where the rest of the patrol were gathering. She had just woke up and wasn't hungry yet.
She had ignored Longwhiskers orders, so she'd probably be annoyed with her more. She'd have to be more on alert for any punishment coming her way.
As the warriors discussed plans for the patrol, she kept quiet. It was at times like these that she hated being blind because they wouldn't listen to her, well, most cats wouldn't. She smiled as a very familiar scent wafted over to her and she heard Fernpaw's unique padding pattern. It was slightly bouncy. "Hey, Fernpaw." She said, "I guess we're on the same patrol again." She frowned as another, somewhat fainter, smell came to her nose. This time, she turned her head to look at Fernpaw whilst she was speaking. "You haven't eaten a nice juicy hare have you?" She teased. "Not before the kits and elders have even had a bite of the deliciousness?" She laughed. "You mousebrain."she said in a friendly tone. She wasn't insulting her, just having a laugh to lighten up the mood.

[reynard]

Nightstar
|| She-cat || Leader || No Crush || 34 Moons || Tags; Robinleaf ||

The she-cat smiled as she heard the medicine cats voice lift out to her. After a few seconds, she gave a warm smile as the cat came into sight. "Of course, perhaps we can see white patrol doesn't mind loosing one apprentice, and you can take them with you." As she spoke, part of her did also think perhaps it was coming around time for the she-cat to take an apprentice on in the near future. Actually, there where two kits in the nursery right now, maybe she could casually suggest that Robinlead think about taking one of them on and training them. Well, that was if one of the kits was willing. It took Nightstar a few moments to remember, but she recalled a time when she was nearly a medicine cat, back when Darkpaw had broken her heart. However, she would have done it for all the wrong reasons, she she was able to make the right decision and continue being the best warrior she could be. And now...she was a warrior. "By the way Robinleaf, have you seen my deputy anywhere? I didn't see him this morning, so I did the patrols, but I am a little worried..."

[ossa di cervo]

F a w n h e a r t
Apprentice: Bronzepaw
Nervous about the patrol.
About to leave camp.

Tags: Hawkthunder

Fawnheart choked out a purr when she approached the senior warrior and dipped her head. She was rather surprised by the question and she started at Hawkthunder a moment, in deep thought. She flicked her tail nervously over her paws before beginning, "I shouldn't be leading this patrol. You're the senior warrior here, why would Nightstar choose a fresh warrior to lead something so important?" The words tumbled from Fawnheart's mouth like a waterfall. All her worries were staring at her as she thought about Nightstar criticizing her and her teaching abilities. Her eyes flickered to Bronzepaw. He was coming together great and yet Fawnheart still felt nervous about the leader tagging along.

She coughed lightly and shook her pelt out, "Nevermind those worries. Where do you think would be the best place the hunt? Somewhere that'll show Bronzepaw and Lionpaw's true training."

Cricketkit
Excited.
In the Nursery.

Tags: Duskkit, Batclaw

Cricketkit didn't have time to listen to Duskkit's reply when Batclaw burst in with a flurry of words. The white kit stumbled forward, a giant purr caught in his throat. He batted a paw at the larger cat's nose, "Batclaw!" The she cat spoke a few more words then Cricketkit piped up again, "I really wanna be your apprentice! You should talk to Nightstar!" The she-cat was gone before she heard the last words and Cricketkit turned, excitedly to his brother, "Wouldn't that be so fun!? I wanna talk to Nightstar about making me her apprentice!" The kit purred and shuffled his paws in a flurry of emotion. "Come'on, Duskkit!"

The kit tottered out of the nursery and into the light of the camp, his eyes searching for Nightstar. The kit was disappointed and he sat down with a huff. The leader was out of sight and most of the warriors were about to head out on some sort of patrol. He turned with a disappointed flick of his ears and batted at some moss the was near the nursery entrance, "I don't want to wait any longer to be an apprentice.."

[Bunnie++]

{//Man I go to sleep for about two days and
the roleplay is full of post XD//}

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• A meow of excitement left his mouth at Cricketkit's desire. "We're so close too!" Duskkit couldn't wait ether to see the world beyond the camp. The kit had heard of the great pine forest in stories and jagged rocks on the mountain had, and even saw the forest from camp. But the small kitten wanted to brush past prickly plants and let his paws soak into the wet grass down below. He wanted to stare in awe at the sharp rocks he had heard of. He knew his brother probably was looking forward to patrols and battle training rather than just pure exploration of the territory and learning a name of everything out there. Duskkit's thoughts of the outside world were transient. They were soon changed towards what his brother was saying right at the moment. He took in his words, looking at him thoughtfully. He looked back down at Cricketkit's fur, as if he was searching it for the answers there. Cricketkit's honey smooth word's and affection made him squirm away. He wanted to shout at him he'd be fine as a warrior, but it'll be an awfully obvious lie. Never had the kit been interested in slashing his claws across another cat's face, even if he was ridiculously frustrated with them. The worst he had ever done was curse non-stop at them. He laid his head back down on Cricketkit's side with a sigh. He could take good care of his little brother while training as a medicine cat. "I'll think about it." Duskkit reply was drowned out by a more excited meow of a warrior and his brother. Cricketkit had jumped forward, batting at the jolly warrior. His head tilted at the word 'ivy'. He'd heard of it, but never knew it grew on trees. He always thought it was some type of plant on the ground like all other plants. All plants grew on the ground, right? The thought disappeared as Batclaw spoke again to them about training. Cricketkit had turned around, meowing on about how he wanted Batclaw to train him. He hit his brother lightly in the face. "You didn't even give me a chance to say bye to her!" The grey-brown tom sighed as his brother exited the nursery. The kit slid out, catching up to his side. Duskkit had almost crashed into Cricketkit. "Don't stop so suddenly!" He spat, turning to be beside his brother. His ear twitched as he spoke again. "I don't ether Cricketkit, but we are still going to have to wait a few moons." He licked his brother on the shoulder.

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• A purr rumbled in his throat as Fawnheart swatted his ear. The tabby rose up slowly, getting steady on his paws. His long tail curled up high into the air. "I'll catch as many as I can!" His purr slowly died down as she then mentioned how Nightstar would watch over them. The thought of the lanky she-cat watching over him as he hunted rattled his nerves a bit. Just randomly seeing he bright green eyes in the darkness crumbled his confidence just in the slightest bit. He breathed out, a way he used to let go of thoughts he'd rather not keep in his noggin. The sandy tabby's confidence quickly poured back into him as the thought floated away. "Is this an assessment?" His words slipped out like a slick loner. "I'll have to wipe LionPaw 'cross the floor even harder now." He raised his voice during the last taunt, completely ignoring Fawnheart's comment for him to stop his bragging. Bronzepaw's claws sunk into the hard, rocky ground as he tried to straighten up as much as he could. Sizing up Lionpaw wasn't the easiest thing in the world. "Mousedung," He cursed under his breath as he fell back to his paws. He just couldn't get past those ears. "I'mma be taller than you when I'm older." He pressed his paw on his bigger cat's chest. "Just watch!" Bronzepaw's green gaze glanced at his tortoiseshell mentor as she spoke to him then stepped away to talk with Hawkthunder. A devious smile curled onto the tabby's face. This was his chance right here. As soon as the two warrior's engaged into a conversation, he lunged forward toward's Lionpaw. He jumped away when he was onto a kit's length from him, only to bound around the tom. The pale tom slide to a stop to try and tackle Lionpaw from his side. "Die you fox!" he yowled, achieving more of a glomp than a tackle. "How dare you enter my camp."

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• Longwhisker watched the clan, obviously bored and ready to head out. He carefully watched what Owlpaw was doing. The fur on his neck raised as she didn't do exactly what he had told her to do. Before anymore yowls could sound off from him a familiar voice came into hearing. The tom let his sharp gaze land on Batclaw. His facial features softened as the younger cat greeted him. He settled himself down and curled his tail neatly around his paws. "As good as it'll ever get." He yawned. Sleep still stung his eyes. Slumber hadn't entered him until late last night. He could only hope this didn't effect him during his patrol. "How has your sleep been? Mine has been terrible lately." He meowed lazily toward her. "I swear there are rocks or something under my nest. You feeling anything bumpy under there?"

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[darĸнowl]

I could get Fawnheart and the hunting patrol to get after her since the border patrol is going to find the dead deputy. Hah. Just waiting on hawkthunder's reply.))

{{ sounds good to me! }}

[Keriae]

♚ ＬＩＯＮＰＡＷ ♚
↷ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｃｋｌｅｓｓ ↶
tom ;; ten moons ;; apprentice

He snorted as his younger denmate continued to brag. Flicking his ear, the gold apprentice turned to listen to the warriors - or, at least, tried to listen to them. But Bronzepaw was too busy chattering away like a sparrow in his ear. Another snort as the tabby vowed he would be taller than him. "No, you won't." None of them had stopped growing, and Lionpaw felt like he'd be growing until he was twenty-four moons old. He remembered his traitorous father telling him his mother was so big because she had something called a Maine Coon as a parent. It was apparently a "breed" of kittypet, and due to the fact that both his parents were massive, Lionpaw knew he would be too. He briefly felt a paw on his chest and then the whipping of wind on his fur as Bronzepaw darted around him. Then he was pushed to the ground, more due to momentum, he decided. Letting himself roll with the impact, Lionpaw wriggled free and stood up, shaking his fur free of dust. "Oh, grow up." He sneered, sitting down and rasping his tongue over the fur on his flank. It was no good to run about and act like kits; Nightstar, their noble leader, was coming on patrol with them and that meant they had to act mature. What would the slim black she-cat think if they were too busy rampaging around the forest and scaring off all the prey nearby. The hunting patrol would be a failure, and although this would not be their final assessment, it could still delay the time when they would be made into full warriors of their Clan. And Lionpaw was one keen to not let that happen. If it did, he would be taunted for his background so success was vital. If Bronzepaw wanted to act like a new apprentice, he could. But Lionpaw would be mature and catch more; he'd had a moon more of training, he knew more. He would be the most successful wipe that silly impish grin from his denmate's face.

[king boo]

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Sorry for not posting, My life has been busy lately but I would just like to talk to you all about upcoming events and what-not. So let the Announcements begin;;

Deputy will open up once Swiftwind [ current deputy ] dies, if you're interested in being deputy t5hen please pm me what cat you want to be deputy. I will set up a poll and the poll winner will become Flameclan's deputy. However Me, Anabellum and Baccano ink can't enter because of the following reasons:

Me - Plays medicine cat
Anabellum - Plays leader
Baccano ink - Will play medicine cat apprentice

Prophecy will also be coming very soon so use this time to make friendships, enemies love interests and what ever else you're heart desires. I will not give away what the prophecy is about yet -andpaperosecantblabeither- but what ever friendships, rivalries are created could very much effect your cat later on. There will be some slots, number currently undecided but I will post number of slots as soon as they are decided, keep your eyes out.

Inactivity, sorry about my inactivity but illness work and my other plans in real life has been taking over my time but I promise to find some time soon for role-playing only. until then I will flicker in and out, so sorry!

I will post after someone else has posted, I wanted a post for the announcement only and I don't want to double post;
sorry to those waiting for a reply xxx

[Bunnie++]

{//I hope you can find
time to reply and be active ^~^
I know how busy life can be sometimes.//}

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• Bronzepaw didn't do much to stop Lionpaw from wiggling free from his grasp. He watched Lionpaw clean himself of any dirt their quick battle could have gotten on him. His tail lay still as a log on the ground, the only motion coming from the ringed tail was the tip twitching in aggravation. 'Grow up' he says. Why can't this cat just have a little fun with him for once? The pale apprentice kept his position on the hard rock, not making any suggestions that he was going to get up. All he did was watch the elder tom, not knowing what to do next to past the time before their patrol. His ears staid perked forward, ready for anything else Lionpaw had to say but nothing came but the steady lapping of his tongue. He breathe out a bored sigh, giving up in waiting for something that wasn't going to happen. He shifted his body to curl into a crescent moon, his eyes averted away from Lionpaw. Bronzepaw didn't really want to aggravate Lionpaw anymore than he already possibly was with him. "You're so boring." he finally muttered. "Can't you just act a little more excited for once? One tackle and you're licking dirt off your pelt like some uptight kitty pet." He spat out the words kitty pet. "I mean come on Lionpaw, lighten up. All I want to do is stretch our muscles before we go off. You really know how to kill my mood."

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[Keriae]

♚ ＬＩＯＮＰＡＷ ♚
↷ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｃｋｌｅｓｓ ↶
tom ;; ten moons ;; apprentice

Lionpaw whipped around, tail lashing, fur bristling and teeth bared. How dare he call him a kittypet! Stalking over to Bronzepaw, he leaned over to shove his muzzle into his denmate's face. "I am not a kittypet, foxdung." He snarled, sinking his claws into the ground. It wouldn't be the best idea to fight in the middle of camp surrounded by their clanmates, especially when Nightstar would be going on patrol with them. "Do you want to look like you've been dragged through the forest backwards when we're going on patrol with our Clan leader? Because I don't. Want to stretch your muscles? Run around the perimeter of camp a few times." Turning away, the golden tabby tom let out a hiss of breath from between his teeth and spotted his mentor talking to Bronzepaw's. With his tail still lashing and neck fur still bristling with anger - how dare he! - Lionpaw stalked over to the two warriors and sat down next to his mentor, glaring at a spot in the camp boundary. His tail was now curled around his white paws but the tip flicked back and forth angrily and his claws continuously flexed. He just wanted to sink his claws into something and rip it apart!

[Asherwy]

Sorry! }

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Emerald eyes glittered with amusement at his clanmate's modesty, attention flickering over to where Lionpaw and Bronzepaw were mucking about now and then. "Well, she chose you, which means you must be a great warrior." When the she-cat still looked nervous, he touched her shoulder with his tail tip. "I suggest we hunt on a slightly sloped land, since we already taught our apprentices how to hunt when the ground is uneven, then their display of balance will definitely show." Hunting on uneven earth was normal for his clan, since they lived in a mountain biome. "Maybe they can do a mock fight as well." Lionpaw's scent reached his pale nose as he turned to see his apprentice by his side, looking enraged. Those orbs of his were blazing, staring off somewhere while the young tabby flexed. Figuring Bronzepaw had provoked his short-tempered apprentice, the dark russet warrior knew better than to stir up more anger. He had known the young tom for four moons now, he was very familiar his behaviour patterns.

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