@Eventing, no problem! I've quoted the posts for Cloverpaw down below, at the very bottom. cx
@Animals, thanks, he worked hard on it
OakClanSunflare nodded solemnly, a smile reflected on his own face. "Really." Hope flared in his chest that maybe, just maybe, Creamflower felt the same way.
Splashpaw flashed a small smile at Elmshade and gave her a nod, as if to assure her that she was fine. She watched as Jackdawpaw bounded up ahead and took some of Robinwind's herbs, and couldn't suppress a small a purr of amusement.
He's cute, trying to be like Tigerblaze. But the purr got caught in her throat when she noticed the way the medicine cat looked at the black tom, as if he was afraid of him.
What was that all about? She shook her head. Robinwind was probably still just ruffled from his vision.
It wasn't long before the patrol arrived back at camp. Tigerblaze had kept an eye on Robinwind the whole time, making sure he didn't suddenly collapse or something--he never knew what to make of medicine cats and their visions--and, though he wouldn't admit it, was secretly relieved that they could now share the burden of everything that had happened with Beestar, even if she wasn't exactly in the strongest condition. He spotted the leader lying outside her den. It was hard to tell because of the sunlight that shone on her, but she looked a little...ruffled.
No matter, he thought. Turning to the medicine cat, he said, "Come with me, Robinwind; we'll report to Beestar."
Riverstripe looked a bit surprised by the she-cat's question, but his expression changed to a thoughtful one as he tapped his paw against the ground "Well, let's see...My apprenticeship wasn't that exciting, but I did meet a dog up close once. It wasn't a big scary one though, like you hear in stories, and it didn't chase me. It was kind of small, just a bit bigger than I was, with a flat, wrinkly face. It just sniffed me and then walked away."
EagleClanNightwish fell silent, not knowing what to say. She knew nothing about prophecies or omens, and so she was useless when it came to interpreting them. She could only hope that Russetswirl or Southstar would know.
Littleflower spun around at the sound of her clanmate's voice. "Oh, hey, Swiftbadger," she mewed. "Yeah, I'm okay. Some obnoxious bird just scared away my prey; I was going to catch it, but I couldn't find it." She prodded at the sparrow she'd caught. "I got this instead, though. What about you?"
Southstar watched Streamspot lead the rest of the patrol away before setting off in the opposite direction, closer to where the kittypet scent was coming from. He made sure not to rustle any undergrowth or step on a twig as he walked; if the intruder heard someone coming, she would surely flee. He was nearly at the border between their own territory and Twolegplace when he saw her--the pretty, soft-furred silver tabby was all too familiar to him. She was crouched behind a bush, her back to him, peeking out from under it--clearly hiding from any patrols that might be out and about. He had intentionally circled around so as to hopefully sneak up on her, and it had worked; now he stood a mere fox-length away from her.
"Long time no see," he meowed. "You know, you're still as bad at hiding as you were when you were a clan cat. But I guess that's to be expected of a kittypet, huh? Old habits die hard." His tone was more joking than condescending.
Darkpaw flicked his tail back and forth. "I already know how to hunt," he meowed, impatience evident in his voice. "Can we go already?" Just as he'd finished speaking, Littleflower, Frostbriar, and Cloverpaw came over. He twitched an ear at Cloverpaw's greeting. "Hey," he greeted her, slightly taken aback before following the patrol out.
S w i f t b a d g e r was silent as he padded along towards stream. As they arrived to stand on the shore near the stepping stones, he scented the air. The OakClan scent was becoming stale - they hadn't patrolled along the stream today. And hopefully we won't see them at all, the warrior thought, snorting dissmissively to himself. OakClan had never been a threat to EagleClan in his lifetime; though when prey was short, the Clans had a tendency to fight over the stream and the shores, despite it splitting the territories conveniently. For the last several seasons, the Clans had been especially peaceful, and the stream had remained the consistent boundary.
Swiftbadger turned to face the patrol, his tail twitching a bit. "We'll split into groups of two," he told the patrol. "We'll meet back here when we've collected all of our prey so we can help one another carry it back to camp. The apprentices cat go together. Goldenrose and Frostbriar, you can be a set, two." The tom nodded to Littleflower. "That leaves you to me."
Darkpaw nodded in response to Swiftbadger's decision to have him and Cloverpaw go on their own. He wasn't exactly close with the other apprentice, but at least Swiftbadger trusted them enough to hunt alone, as he should. He hated how condescending warriors were, going from treating apprentices like kits and hovering over them to outright paying no attention to them whatsoever. He was almost fully grown anyway. "Come on," he huffed to Cloverpaw, heading in the opposite direction of the others.