(❄ - ｇｏｒｇｅｃｌａｎ )

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Goldenfang
Warrior|24 moons|tags: open

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goldenfang awoke with a start. his jaw widened in a yawn, and his sharp, glistening fang-like teeth showed over a folded lip. shaking his whiskers, the young warrior padded from beneath the head of the warriors den. it was basically just a hole that is filled with many mossy nests. taking a deep breath, he padded over to the shady spot of camp. he stretched with claws protruding from his paws, shining crystally white as the sun shined on them. his multi-colored pelt, yes that fluffy knot, was next on his list. he sighed and decided to change things up. rather grooming his fur right after, he padded over to the fresh kill pile. he chose a sparrow and went back to his spot. He took some bite out of it, plucking the feathers to put in a nest of anyone's. he then, finished and began to groom himself.


goldenfang had finally finished with his small 'workout' and settled to groom his pelt. he made sure that he started with his tail, licking the tip of it with a raspy tongue. after a few licks, he spat the fur caught on his tongue out, and continued. after what felt like ages, he finally finished and stood up with another stretch of each leg. he was about to go out into the forest to see if he can catch any prey. besides, he needed to feel the leave crushing under his large paws.


as he padded through the barrier that protected camp, he let his senses take over. he could smell the dew drops on every leaf he passed, feel the wind blow through the trees An did ruffle his pelt. after padded towards the river, hopping over fallen trees, and padding through bushes, he sat at the foot of an ash tree waiting for any signs of movement. only moments passed before he saw a small grayish brown shape move towards him. a vole! he tensed his muscles, ready to jump. the vole turned to pick up a seed, and at the moment, he pounced. with a quick bite on its neck, he broke it. an instant death was tolerable for him, he didn't like it when prey was not killed properly and had to suffer for even the slightest second. with a gleam in his eye, he walked back toward the direction of camp after giving thanks to starclan.

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[eggos.]

>> W O L F P A W

tom | 8 moons | med. cat app | interacting with fawnheart, stormjaw | in the med. cat den, nursery

the black tom awoke with a blank expression, quiet and trying to get his tired limbs moving. finally, he stood, shaking out his short pelt swiftly and stretching his jaws in a yawn. after a few moments, wolfpaw looked around the medicine cats den. it wasn't very full of herbs and the scent was beginning to grow stronger with every herb collected, and so far he and his beloved mentor, graydawn have only gathered basic herbs and remedies. wolfpaw, after a quick grooming to rid of the leftover moss from his nest in the roots of the tree the den was stationed under, walked out of the den and looked around. many cats were out so far, and it would only be a little more time until patrols were made. his gaze landed on moonsong, the deputy, as she padded from the nursery. perhaps she was giving some prey to the queens. speaking of which, he might as well walk over and check on them. the medicine cat apprentice headed towards the den, a smile fixed on his face. wolfpaw peeked into the den when he arrived at the entrance, and spotted the two queens seemingly about to share a fish. "good morning stormjaw, fawnheart," he greeted the two mollies politely, "i just came by to check on you two! are you two doing well so far?" wolfpaw asked, obviously referencing to their pregnancy. stormjaw seemed to just want this to be over with, while fawnheart was looking towards it more.

>> B L O S S O M S P L A S H

molly | 28 moons | warrior | interacting with --- | in the warriors den

-- currently resting feel free to disturb --

>> C L O U D P O P P Y

tom | 36 moons | warrior | interacting with --- | gorgeclan territory

cloudpoppy was an early bird, forever and always. so when the sun first started to rise to signify dawn, the white tom had left camp and went into the forest for some hunting to get more awake for the day of training his apprentice and be on patrols. the tom wasn't used to this environment, the tall dark forest which made his pelt stand out clearly, however, he's learned to go under cover beneath the new terrain in sheltering under dense bushes and other environmental advantages he might have. cloudpoppy was slowly walking, being mindful of where he's stepping, near the river of the territory but not enough to be of concern of possibly falling in. he hasn't seen any prey yet except for the occasional birds in trees, which he begrudgingly knew he couldn't catch as climbing of any kind wasn't his strong suit. the warrior scented the air, then crouched down immediately once the smell of a mouse hit his nose. it must be close, his ability to track was beginning to get weaker. eventually he spotted it, nibbling on a acorn shell. cloudpoppy stalked slowly, eyes narrowed in concentration as he focused on the prey. once within pouncing range, the warrior unsheathed his claws, then pounced on top of the mouse, sinking his claws into it. once it had stopped moving, he sat up and bowed his head, giving thanks to starclan, and picked up the mouse and turned in the direction of the camp and started walking. he should be there in time for patrols.

>> C H E R R Y P A W

molly | 9 moons | apprentice | interacting with --- | in the apprentices' den

when the young molly woke up, it was startling quick and she gasped when she did so. cherrypaw's ears were flattened, claws unsheathed and was in a different position from where she fell asleep on her moss nest. another nightmare. she's been having the dream every night the last three or two nights here; the tornado following them and sucking up cats left and right. last night she remembered fawnheart soothing her until she feel asleep, and instantly felt guilty. fawnheart was like a mother to her, though she didn't want the queen to care more about her than her own kits. steadying her breathing, the apprentice relaxed and settled herself sitting up and shaking her pelt off. her fur was littered with bits of moss. gross. after a thorough wash, the apprentice sat down near the apprentices den quietly, seeming distracted.

[kinnie.]

{Onekit} - nursery - tagged {fawnheart & stormjaw or anyone else in the nursery}
An audibly distressed mewl reached past Onekit's parted muzzle as his tiny body continued to clumsily squirm about his bed. His claws were extending outwards, tearing at the fresh moss. "No! Don't leave me! Please!" He wailed aloud, startling himself away he jumped to his paws with a start, the fur along his spine standing on end. His gray eyes appeared to be bulging out of their sockets as they desperately scanned his surroundings. Seeing his clanmates still there he anxiously swallowed down a big gulp of air, feeling a great deal of relief. It's been about two moons since he was taken into the clan, yet he was still paranoid about the possibility of being abandoned and he still missed his dear friend Smokey. Even though the cats here made it feel like home, he still felt distant and inferior compared to the ones who were birthed into it. From the start, they knew who they were and what their future would in tell. He was frustrated at himself for being envious but every day it was a reminder of what he'd lost and could never regain. Maybe this "StarClan" would grace him with a bright future, but as of now, he needed a sense of hope. The smell of freshly caught fish brought Onekit back to the present. He curiously peered over at it, watching as the older cats conversed. Fawnheart and Stormjaw were really the only cats he would talk to other than Indigokit. His bashfulness and awkwardness prevented him from approaching anyone else. Running the length of his tongue across his lips, he debated on whether or not he should join them. For a moment he just sat there in silence, sniffing at the air and took a glance down at where Indigokit was still curled up in a ball.

{Indigokit} - nursery - tagged {fawnheart & stormjaw or anyone else in the nursery}
*sound asleep, feel free to poke or prod at anytime*

[crash the mode]

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.xBEETLEPAW
xwhere den, camp
xwith foxpaw

indentSo it was Foxpaw who had stumbled upon him. Literally, but he wasn't bothered. He brought a paw up to his face, rubbing harshly at his eyes and nose in an attempt to wipe the sleep from them. When again he opened his eyes they landed on the other apprentice, finally registering her mussed fur. If you asked him, Beetlepaw would say that his brain was still asleep when he laughed at her. He liked to think he wasn't interested in joking around anymore, that he was an adult now, but the way her fur stood in all directions and the way she didn't seem to notice (care?) seemed very silly at that moment. Not to mention the comment about the apprentices' nests (made themselves, and quite hastily so as to return to the sides of their mentors who had much more interesting tasks).

indentBeetlepaw's laughter ended in a cough, his throat very dry, and when he realized what he'd done he righted his bent form into an upright, professional position. With one last heavy exhale he offered her a reply, "Sorry, I was," He set his paws more firmly on the ground in front of him, "I couldn't sleep. Sorry if I was in your way. And it definitely wasn't. Comfortable." Now that he'd experienced the irrational humor stage of sleep deprivation, and then the one where nothing he said came out quite right, Beetlepaw had moved on to embarrassment. Other apprentices were waking up nearby, and he wasn't keen on considering who might've seen. "How about you, how did you sleep?"

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.xSTORMJAW
xwhere den
xwith moonsong,
fawnheart, onekit,
wolfpaw

indentindentMoonsong, the deputy, appeared shortly, carrying a fish in her mouth. Stormjaw's ears perked slightly, excited not only for the prey but with the reminder that Gorgeclan had territory again, and places which allowed steady hunting for prey such as this. She appreciated the food, but was less appreciative of the idea that she couldn't walk herself across camp to high root. In her case it was true, but she didn't need to like it. Just as the deputy made her way from the den, Stormjaw muttered a quiet "Early risers," turning to her denmate.

indent"Can you really blame her? You're not exactly taking it easy. I'll take the head." Stormjaw had made an art of scooting over the ground to move from one part of their den to another, and she exercised that skill now to shuffle in the other queen's direction. "I wish I'd thought to just not stop when they told me to. I'm going crazy as a fox in here." Then again, Stormjaw hadn't had an apprentice when she'd learned she was pregnant. Maybe if she'd had that incentive she would have fought harder to keep her duties when she'd been asked to take leave of them. Even while they were traveling she hadn't been allowed to leave the main group, which meant a lot of conversations she didn't want to have with cats just as bored as she was. Then again, while they were traveling it put particular strain on her. Not for the first time-- absolutely not for the last time -- Stormjaw found herself wishing she'd already given birth and could move on with her life. A mobile life dedicated to her duties. She settled on her stomach on the opposite side of the fish from her friend, taking an indulgent sniff of the prey before taking an equally indulgent bite. Wolfpaw, the medicine apprentice, entered the den at the same time, asking the usual questions. She couldn't speak for Fawnheart, but things seemed about as large as they were when last she looked at herself. Looking up only briefly she answered, "Well, I'm pregnant."

One of the two kits-- taken in by the clan a short time ago; Fawnheart specifically had become invested in them, relentless busybody that she was --woke while they conversed, his little head popping up over the mossy edge of the nest with wide eyes. Indigokit, despite being in close proximity to Onekit, showed no signs of waking, for which Stormjaw was grateful. They were very young, and as far as she knew kits needed an incredible amount of sleep. The queen nodded in his direction, muttering a quiet "Don't look now..." before she gestured with a flick of her ear that Onekit could join them. "You can come over here. Fawnheart, can he eat this? Wolfpaw, do you know?" Surely the medicine cat would know. Stormjaw had no experience with kits outside of helping her friend look after these little ones, yet another reason she was sure to be an unfit mother. She was responsible for them when Fawnheart was out of camp with her apprentice and every day Stormjaw felt herself grow closer and closer to a heart attack.

indentWarriors were still gathering in the center of camp, which meant that patrols would soon be organized. Stormjaw itched to go on one herself, but it wouldn't be allowed in her present state. Fawnheart seemed to have more conviction. Stormjaw gave her friend's shoulder a flick with the tip of her tail, "Better go and get ready, unless you want to be stuck in here all day with me."

[meteorbound]

thrushfeather [she-cat; warrior; 15 moons]

with blossomsplash [?]
in camp, warriors' den
what little sunlight could make it through the cracks in the roots was what woke thrushfeather. the she-cat's blue eyes slid open lazily before she was reminded of what needed to be done. in silence, the warrior gathered herself and stood, sliding out of the den and accidentally bumping into another warrior - probably blossomsplash, from the looks of it. she hoped that didn't wake her. greeted by the sunrise, a little hope swelled in her chest - today, the clan was likely to be out exploring. the idea of new territory, vast and unfamiliar, shook her down to the bone. she had been so used to having a home that felt familiar, and here she was. the new place seemed so terrifying - not the waterfall or the rushing water, but the unknown behind it all. it didn't feel like home. not yet, at least.

but dwelling on it wouldn't do anything. she remained unsure of where to begin, instead eyeing the cats remaining in the camp. it seemed there were definitely a few around. thrushfeather, however, remained her reserved self; she kept by the entrance to the den,
waiting to see if there'd be any specific order. otherwise, she'd go ahead and explore by herself. it seemed like a good plan, at least.

[pocarii]

【S ᴘ ᴀ ʀ ʀ ᴏ ᴡ ᴘ ᴀ ᴡ】
﹛rank;; apprentice┃location;; camp/apprentice den┃tags;; foxpaw, beetlepaw﹜

He was exhausted.

After his mother had left, the clan had wasted no time in finally using Sparrowpaw to his full abilities as apprentice. For days now he'd been doing everything he could imagine and more: hunting, searching for herbs, climbing trees for moss, tending to Stormjaw and Fawnheart, organizing supplies. When Moonsong had chosen to take him on, he'd been excited. Talking to future leader of a clan was something he could only dream of on his travels, and now he was under one's wing! Unfortunately for him, there was no enthusiasm to be had. This was a crisis, and he'd signed up for it when he'd taken his vows and left his mother.

But goodness he could never be ungrateful, it was just more...responsibility and, well, work than he was used to. He wasn't just working to feed himself or his mother now, Stormjaw and Fawnheart were expecting kits, and Onekit was still very young. The first few nights he couldn't sleep, constantly fidgeting without a familiar face nearby and questioning his own decision to join. Could he really become a proper clan cat?

Now, though, he could barely wake up in the mornings. Moonsong had made sure to work him hard, though he did his best to meet her expectations. Limbs twitching lightly in his fleeting desire to stay asleep, Sparrowpaw could feel the other apprentices shifting around. Some rose without issues, others he could still sense resting easy in the springy moss they'd so diligently patted into place. Gods, he wanted to stay asleep. Rather than stew in his own dream-dazed trance, the young tom rolled onto his stomach and, with a small groan, rose. The climbing over the last few days had worked muscles and tendons he'd avoided using, and though the moss was soft there was only so much to be done for a few sorely underused body parts.

His sight finally sharpened in the early dawn light just in time to see Foxpaw run paw-first into a resting Beetlepaw, her quick apology lightening his mood ever so slightly. He had plenty of others still making mistakes around him, and they'd been born into it! There was nothing to worry about. Making his way out of his little nest and towards the root entrance, the apprentice called out drowsily to the two ahead of him.

"Foxpaw, Beetlepaw, good mornin- ah, wait!" smacked into alertness, the tom turned back to his messy nest. Patting it back into place and removing a few bothersome clumps from his fur, Sparrowpaw could already imagine Moonsong's lecture on cleanliness for forgetting again to tidy his area up. When he was satisfied at the result, the tom reappeared before his fellow apprentices (his fellow clanmates!) with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I'm still -", an uncontrollable yawn,"a bit tired." he admitted, stretching his back legs. The hinges popped loudly, practically moaning as the tom shook out his fur one last time. He had another big day ahead, and he really should wake up. "Any ideas hat we're doing today?" He could only pray there'd be no climbing. As if in agreement, his stomach rumbled noisily.

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【L ᴇ ᴀ ꜰ ᴄ ʟ ᴀ ᴡ】
﹛rank;; warrior┃location;; camp┃tags;;open﹜

There was absolutely, positively, one hundred percent nothing that bothered Leafclaw like moss. Dirt? Okay. Grass? Ideal. Even tree bark was less of a nuisance, though it did splinter off a times to poke his skin. But no, it was springy, clumpy, stickler moss that these cats had to sleep and rest on every night.

And now he had to. Originally he'd tried everything imaginable to avoid it: sleeping outside wasn't possible during the rainy season, and he'd been scolded to the moon and back back Moonsong and the previous leader when they'd found him killing prey for their fur (he wasn't very good at skinning anyway, and it hadn't been worth tending to the elders for half a moon as punishment). So he'd given in to the inevitable. Before, there'd been so many warriors around him that some nights he slept more on others than the actual moss, and over time it'd become less unpleasant and more tolerable with the warm bodies around, if a bit tight. But now...

A piece of moss tickled his nose, waking him up in time to emit a hellish sneeze/yowl. No doubt the tom had woken up anyone sleeping inside but for the moment he didn't care. All that matter was getting out of the bedding as quickly as possible. From what he could see in the morning light some of the other warriors had already left. Blossomsplash was still in the makeshift cave, though he couldn't tell if he'd woken her up or not. Unwilling to be chastised so early in the morning, Leafclaw picked the last of the moss between his paw pads and made his way out into main camp. In his haste in irritation he didn't even realize he'd past a quiet Thrushfeather at the entrance.

Eaglepaw didn't seem to be out and about yet, but he chose not to seek him out as he saw some of the other apprentices conversing nearby. The kit (he really should stop calling him that, he was already almost as big as his mentor, Sparrowpaw too) would be up soon, no doubt. There seemed to be quite a deal of activity in the nursery, but that was no surprise. With one kit and who knows how many on the way, it was starting to become a busy center.

Moonsong was already up and about, so no doubt they had another busy day ahead of them. Even with that in mind, the warrior had no interest in picking up something to eat. Call it nerves, jitters, butterflies, whatever you want but they were in unfamiliar territory. Regardless of strength in numbers, everything in his being told him to stay on guard. Oh, and the moss. Leafclaw really hated the moss.

Not really in the mood to start a conversation, nor in the mood to stalk off into the unknown, the tom took his chances resting near some of the roots by the fresh kill pile. Maybe the antics of the apprentices could better his mood, or Graydawn could wake her old keister up so he could complain with her. Whatever it was, he just really wanted to get his mind off the moss most certainly stuck in his fur.

[orca-xing]

Reedpaw
apprentice | location; camp | tag; --

--open for interaction, sitting by apprentice den --

Foxpaw
apprentice | location; camp |tag; Beetlepaw, Sparrowpaw

Foxpaw grinned at the sound of Beetlepaw's laughter. He seemed fairly mature at this point, but something about making cats laughed really put her in a good mood. "nah, its all good. I slept as well as i could, still getting used to this place" the apprentice shrugged and glanced down at her fur. Since it was so thick, she was able to see quite how odd it looked. Long haired cats and messy fur did NOT mix. As she molly lifted her gaze from her fur, she heard another cat speak to them. It was Sparrowpaw, and he seemed just as tired as Beetlepaw. The apprentice couldn't help but smile at the sight of him going back to fix his nest. "I don't think your nest is clean enough yet. It should look more like mine" she said with a teasing tone, motioning into the den towards her utterly wrecked nest. After hearing his question, she gave her head a quick shake. "no clue, probably checking everything out still" Foxpaw gave her ear a quick flick while responding.

[broken*]

fawnheart || 35 moon molly
queen|| cherrypaw
ｔａｇｇｅｄ stormjaw, wolfpaw, onekit, indigokit

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the heavy molly had not even taken one bite of the fish before they were interrupted by a small apprentice, the healer in training. the youngster came to check on the two queens every morning, asking how they were doing and if they needed anything. whereas her fellow queen, stormjaw, let out a brunt remark about how she was pregnant, fawnheart simply shook her head, letting a smile cross her face as she looked at wolfpaw. "we are doing very well dear, thank you so much for asking. but i'm sure your mentor needs you for some more important purposes, go on now, we'll be fine." she nudged gently at the apprentice, edging him towards the den opening, before returning her eyes to the grey queen, whom she nodded at.

she allowed the other queen to talk, with a reassuring smile on her face, trying to keep from shaking her head. the poor creature so desperately wanted out of this life, but there was no turning back time. kits were coming, relatively soon since stormjaw was at least a moon farther along than she was. and it only took four moons for a full term pregnancy. fawnheart was glad that the two kits had stumbled across their clan, about a moon ago, so that both she and the other queen could have some more practice as to how to be around kits. just then, she noticed stormjaw bobbing her head in the direction of the two kits, still sleeping in her nest back in the corner, and she looked over. oh yes, there was little indigokit, still sleeping, and onekit, slowly waking up himself.

pulling herself to her paws, she wandered over to the pair, picking up onekit in her maw first and letting him down back next to the fish, then returning to indigokit, who she nuzzled before picking up as well and carrying over to the food. "wake up little girl. its time to try some real food." she said to the two little ones, whom she nuzzled again before looking up at stormjaw with a laugh. "of course they can! they can stop nursing at two months, and they're three now. but i've been worried to give them anything with bones. here, let me pull some apart for you guys." reaching down into the fish's belly, she began to nip out some pieces, flesh and meat, picking out the little bones and putting them in a pile of their own. just then she heard the deputy's meow, and quickly she took a few quick bites of her own before raising herself to her feet. "i'll be back soon. watch them closely. onekit has been getting himself into trouble. i love you two." she purred, licking them both on the head, before exiting the den. she listened to the deputy's words, before walking over to her apprentice, nudging her towards the forest, to begin their hunting.

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moonsong || 41 moon molly
deputy (soon leader) || sparrowpaw
tａｇｇｅｄ the clan

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the molly watched as more of the members of her clan were slowly getting up and about. she spotted the medicine cat apprentice wolfpaw leave his den and go towards the nursery, likely checking on the queens status, see if they needed anything. her keen eyes watched ferncloud, cloudpoppy and goldenfang as they exited the camp, each looking relatively determined to try and find some prey before the day had even truly begun. she heard rustling coming from the apprentice den, and hoped all of the apprentices were smart enough to be up soon. it wouldn't be long until she would call a clan meeting, although she would give the cats that were out of the camp some time to finish whatever they were doing before she made her intentions clear. after waiting for awhile, she pulled herself up onto her paws, and let out a loud yowl, calling attention to all of her clan members, making them aware it was time for a meeting. she let out two more yowls, the trio being her typical call.

once everyone had gathered in the general vicinity, she began the meeting, her voice strong and loud, so everyone in the camp could hear her. "alright, so as that this territory is still new to us, the patrols will be a bit different, as they have been for the last few days. but first, the simplest. those who are on hunting patrol, take the chance to teach your apprentices how to climb and jump, as it will come in handy in this new land. fawnheart, take cherrypaw with you to the northern area. ravenclaw, take your apprentice reedpaw, to the southern area. ferncloud, take foxpaw to the western area. now, for patrols. blossomsplash and thrushfeather, you will mark the existing borders, as well as watching over eaglepaw today. cloudpoppy, goldenfang, sparrowpaw, and beetlepaw will join be at the eastern edge of the territory; we will be exploring further, testing the area, trying to figure out where to place our final border. everyone is dismissed to their jobs, although my group will wait for me for a moment."

hopping down from her high place, she approached leafclaw, her oldest and one of her strongest warriors, but who had a mind that tended to wander from his assignments. just yesterday, she had assigned him to border patrol, to check out a new area that could be dangerous; turns out, it was full of precious herbs but also poisonous ones, which made it very important. but instead of guarding it, he had wandered off to go hunting. which is why she was punishing him today. "leafclaw. for your negligence yesterday, you are going to spend the next moon in the nursery. for the first half of each day, you will help stormjaw watch the two kits, as well as her own, if they arrive soon. for the second half of each day, you will go with fawnheart and cherrypaw, watching them training, and making sure that fawnheart does not overexert herself." she did not wait around for a response, before jogging into the forest, letting out a loud meow for her group to follow.
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( ☁ ) ~ ❝ F E R N C L O U D ! !❞
( age ) 22 moons ( sexuality ) bisexual ( wearing ) n/a ( role ) warrior ( tags ) foxpaw

indent!!listening to moonsong, ferncloud nodded. she eyed the area, knowing that if foxpaw was anywhere, she was definitely in the den. most of the kits weren't out before ferncloud and the others were today... ferncloud had remembered sleeping in, too. trotting over to the den, the molly nosed her head inside. "foxpaw, it's time for some training..." she called to her apprentice. looking down at her paws, she waited.

indent!! c:"we're going to the west side of this area, i'll be teaching you how to jump and everything... we want as much time as possible." the molly still called in the same tone. after all, she wasn't a very "dead serious" type of warrior. and when she was mentoring, ferncloud thought that the apprentice should better like the class than despise it. wasn't it just a bit more fun? of course, ferncloud wanted foxpaw to learn, too. so, they'd need to be up and ready.

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.xBEETLEPAW
xwhere outside
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xxxsparrowpaw,
xxxcloudpoppy

indentBetween his explanation and Foxpaw's response, Sparrowpaw stumbled out of the apprentices' den. And then promptly returned to his nest. And then came back out. He seemed concerned with keeping his nest neat. Beetlepaw tossed a glance over his shoulder to his own nest, finding it in... alright condition. He hadn't exactly slept in it the night before, but his restless tossing and turning had taken a toll on the arrangement of moss. He didn't want to be reprimanded for leaving his things in such a state, but he was too tired to be bothered with fixing it at just that moment. Beetlepaw cocked his head to listen to what explanation Foxpaw had to offer Sparrowpaw, piping in with a sure "We'll probably be checking out the unexplored territory." It seemed none of the apprentices were very knowledgeable.

indentIt wasn't long before Moonsong took to the high root, addressing the clan and assigning duties. Beetlepaw, Cloudpoppy, and a handful of other cats would be establishing the final border line. Beetlepaw craned back his head in an attempt to see over the taller cats who'd gathered closer to the center of camp, looking for his mentor. At the same time, other apprentices were being collected. Ferncloud approached first, calling for Foxpaw. Beetlepaw dipped his head in farewell as she was led away. Beetlepaw stood once the warrior had turned her back and motioned for Sparrowpaw to do the same. "It's good that we're on the same patrol. And not working on basic skills like jumping." Though there was no guarantee that Moonsong or their mentors wouldn't decide it was a good time to learn regardless of what she'd dictated to the clan. Weaving through the crowd, now, Beetlepaw spotted the white pelt of his mentor beside the fresh kill pile, where he could only assume Cloudpoppy was depositing an early-morning catch.

indentHe trotted up to his mentor and came to a halt at his shoulder, something he'd taken to practicing just a moon or so ago. He figured that it was more professional than bouncing underneath the warrior's paws and making a nuisance of himself. Stifling a yawn the apprentice meowed, "Good morning."

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