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[SmilePup]

Foxpaw looked up at TwistFlare. "Aw man-! Really? Oh...ugh- why can't I just wait!?" She said that last part to herself, mad because she ruined things. She really did care about everyone but...she was a little color blind. Red wasn't one of her strong suits. "I'm sorry Wolfheart...Twistflare- I'll go back to camp..." Dang. Sad child.

[Laetificat]

Wolfheart - Tags: Twistflare, Foxpaw
Wolfheart’s expression softened and he sighed. “Listen Foxpaw, when I’m healed I’ll make sure to take you on an adventure, but no running off until then, okay? No point in getting eaten without me,” he chuckled. “Now let’s head back to camp.” Wolfheart remembered his days as a mischievous apprentice - he could be a bit less harsh to her. Maybe something was wrong with her eyes and thats why she reacted as such.

[phantom-chain]

Ryewhisker

A cream tabby with bright green eyes.

[87 Moons] — [NB] — [They/Them] — [No Prophecy] — [Caregiver] — [In Camp, Ourside Nursery] — [Tagging: Maplecloud, Goldrush, Hazelkit, Archsong]

They seemed more relieved and distressed than before, as their shoulders relaxed, "Thank you. Let me know if you need me to take Echokit at any time as well. We Caretakers should stick together." They smiled and leaned down to meet Hazelkit and give her a small lick to her forehead.
Once satisfied, Ryewhisker pulled themselves away and walked over to Maplecloud. "Shall we go? Don't want to miss the good weather."


Hazelkit

An orange tabby with brown stripes, hazel eyes, and a bad back leg.

[3 Moons] — [Female] — [She/Her] — [No Prophecy] — [Kit] — [In Camp, Ourside Nursery] — [Tagging:Maplecloud, Ryewhisker, Archsong, Echokit]

"Yay!" She happily hopped around, before being nudged by Archsong. She nodded and patted up to Ryewhisker. She rubbed against their caretaker's legs, and Ryewhisker licked their head, "Bye, Baba!"|
She happily started towards the inside of the nursery, and mewed at the other kids, "Oh! Are we playing moss ball? I love mossball!"

[Seall]

Bouncekit
Large short-haired, dark grey tom with icy blue eyes
tags: Echokit & Hazelkit | mentions: Hazelkit | tom | 3 moons | location: nursery

Bouncekit flattened his fur that was puffed out due to shock. "That sounds fun!" He mewed. Bouncekit eyed the moss beneath his grey paws and gently batted it; he had thrown moss balls in the past but he never actually played a game with anyone — seeing as he was just three moons old. "How do you play?" The kit meowed enthusiastically, glancing at Hazelkit — who had just entered the nursery.

Specklepaw
Short-haired, light grey with darker spots and blue eyes
tags: Cicadakit | mentions: Bouncekit & Cicadakit | Prophecy of Warmth & Light | she-cat | 9 moons | location: medicine den

"Oh, alright then." Specklepaw meowed quietly as she sorted the herbs — not paying a lot of attention to the kit. She wasn't very surprised that Bouncekit had lost interest so rapidly. He was more energetic after all.

"How are you doing, Cicadakit?" The apprentice glanced at the other kitten, "Have you managed to tidy them?"

[belloblossom]

Beekit | Kit | Prophecy of N/A | Location: Camp | Tagging: Bouncekit, Echokit, Hazelkit --> Cricketsong (mentions: Softfeather, Cicadakit)

Beekit smiled at Bouncekit and nodded when he fretted about the smell.
"You could ask Cricketsong or Softfeather to groom the smell out of your pelt." She suggested. "They're both really good at getting your fur nice n' soft." She mewed. "Even mine - and mine's so much shorter than everyone else's. Oh! So anyway, I wanted to ask-" But the question never came out, as another kit entered the Nursery.

Peering around Bouncekit, she wondered if her sibling had made an appearance, only to find that it was Echokit, proposing a game. Talking was one thing, but a game...? She looked over her shoulder to where Cricketsong lay, watching her parent anxiously. Maybe she should go back to Cricketsong's side... When Hazelkit appeared, it was the last straw for Beekit and with a wail of alarm at the other kits crowding near, she darted away and scrambled onto Cricketsong's side. Small claws scraped against her parent's flank, heaving herself over the other side and tumbling behind her parent. Using Cricketsong as a barrier between herself and the other kits, she curled up against Cricketsong's side.

Maybe if Cicadakit was here... But she shook her head. Her sibling may be able to inspire her towards action, but she had to keep Cricketsong company! Y-Yeah! It wasn't because she was scared or anything, she was just keeping the queen company. Totally...

[belloblossom]

Redsplatter | Warrior | "Prophecy of Sarcasm" | Tagging: Lionstride, Needlestorm --> Twistflare, Wolfheart, Foxpaw, Lionstride, Needlestorm

Redsplatter noddded to Needlestorm when they mentioned that Twistflare ought to work harder to better herself rather than act in the way she had.
"Oh StarClan, I know!" She shook her head as she padded out of camp. "Honestly, if all of us acted like her - us being prophecy-less cats, I mean - we'd all get kicked out of the Clan collectively! Bad attitudes aren't going to get you very far in life... at least I know how to hide it, but being outwardly angry at everyone? Nuh-uh, you gotta repress that stuff." She said, waving her tail in the air to signify her relaxed nature, despite the circumstances. She did love to complain to others, after all.

"Like, geez, she goes out of her way to tell me that she won't help me if I get attacked - in front of her own apprentice! What kind of mentor is that? Irresponsible, that's what. I'm surprised she became a warrior at all, honestly, since she acts like such a kit." Redsplatter rolled her eyes and kept walking forward, occasionally sniffing to pick up the scent trail that might lead to the warrior they were tasked with dragging back to camp.

On one such sniff, she stopped. Was that a blood scent she was picking up? Her nose twitched and she became very alert, her ears flicking from one side to the other. Her fur began to raise.
"Look alive - there's fresh fox scent near... blood too. Follow me, but prepare yourself for the worst. Claws out, everyone." She mewed to the pair with her and then she stalked forward, eyes scanning the area around her. She proceeded cautiously, following the bloodscent, only to discover no foxes, but Twistflare, Wolfheart and Foxpaw standing together. Raising her head from the bracken she'd crouched around, she sighed her mild relief.

"Oh thank StarClan," She recited. "Twistflare, where have you been? Miragestar sent me out to look for you, she wants to see you as soon as we get back to camp." She mewed to the she-cat. "And... Wolfheart, you're hurt! Foxpaw, are you hurt too?" She scanned the bushes for the fox, wondering if it still lurked nearby. Her claws dug into the ground under her paws. "Let's get you all back to camp, quick as we can." She instructed, taking charge - bossing cats around came naturally to Redsplatter.

"Needlestorm, can you take the lead back to camp?" She asked the fellow warrior. "Lionstride and I will take the rear and make sure no cat gets left behind." She glanced at Twistflare - surely she wouldn't try to avoid returning to camp now? She looked a little worse for wear herself. "Okay, let's head out! You can give the full story to Miragestar. About everything that happened."

[Laetificat]

Wolfheart - Tags: Twistflare, Foxpaw, Redsplatter, Lionstride, Needlestorm
He paused as a small patrol emerged from the undergrowth ahead of then, then cracked a small grin.“Took you all long enough,” Wolfheart joked. As soon as Redsplatter finished giving orders, he looked behind his shoulder at her, careful of his injuries. “Twistflare and I were attacked by a young fox, but we gave it a good thrashing and chased it off. Foxpaw here arrived after it fled, having escaped from Aspenheart and gone looking for adventure. Better keep an eye on her or she might slip off again.” The tom chuckled to himself, relieved to have his fellow clanmates surrounding him.

[belloblossom]

Pigeonpaw | Apprentice | Prophecy of Mimicry | Tagging: Mousewhisker

Pigeonpaw offered Mousewhisker a small, sheepish smile when he felt her tail against him. She could be imposing and scary sometimes, but he liked to make her proud. He nodded to her assessment of it, but glanced over his shoulder, back in the direction of camp. How long did they have to do this prophecy training for? They couldn't have been working on it for more than a few minutes, but he felt like he was already ready to slink back into his nest. Better to leave it on a good note, rather than try again and have him mess up again. He sighed, lowering his tail. Of course, he couldn't say any of that.

Other cats had no problems using their voices or talking back to their mentors, but Pigeonpaw often found himself following Mousewhisker's lead - after all it wasn't quite like he could say no - even if he could use his voice properly. He looked up at Mousewhisker expectantly, his eyes conveying it all. What now?

[belloblossom]

Redsplatter | Warrior | "Prophecy of Sarcasm" | Tagging: Twistflare, Wolfheart, Foxpaw, Lionstride, Needlestorm

Redsplatter's whiskers twitched at Lionstride's mention of karma and she flicked her tail tip gently against his leg as they moved forward, amusement fading from her eyes to take on a serious look. She flicked her ears by way of greeting to Wolfheart.
"You can't be that badly hurt, if your sense of humor is still in tact." She reflected with a half-smile. "Still, I'd rather see you taken care of by Freshbreath for any wounds you sustained." She said and started forward, keeping her gaze on Foxpaw. Needlestorm and Wolfheart could head the patrol and she was certain Lionstride could handle Twistflare on his own. Lionstride may not be the most responsible warriros she knew, but he was a loyal friend and Clanmate. She glanced over her shoulder at him.

"May it never be said of me that I'm not a loyal or untrustworthy Clanmate." She shot a glance at Twistflare. "Though it would be a shame to say that of any cat in the Clan." She looked back to the front of the patrol. "Any cat without loyalty to their Clanmates is better off as a rogue, after all." She mewed. "Wouldn't you agree, Lionstride?" She asked, making conversation as she started back to camp.

[midnightrain.]

𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑳𝒀𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮
THE DARING
a fawn-and-white singapura tom with firefly green eyes
►tags: none | rank: warrior | activity: hunting | mentions: none
age: 34 moons | mood: neutral | location: destinyclan territory
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Once Hollyspring finished grooming himself, he decided maybe he could do a little hunting to contribute to the Clan, especially at a time when there were many new mouths to feed. He stood up from his nest, shaking some shredded moss from his fur. He trotted out into camp, gave a brief look-around, and left the den. He felt the sun shining against his fur, but it didn't bother him much from the short length of his pelt. He scanned the meadow in front of him, until just over a patch of flowers he saw two large brown ears bobbing up and down. Immediately, Hollyspring recognized this to be a rabbit, but just as he began to prepare himself he reconsidered. As an apprentice, of course he was taught how to hunt rabbits, but he had only ever executed group hunting for rabbits, and might've been a little rusty on the technique. He exhaled, and reminded himself that prey was prey, and even if it wasn't properly caught, his Clanmates would be thankful for it. Hollyspring first checked if the wind was blowing in his direction; after a moment he felt a slight breeze on his whiskers that carried the heavy scent of the rabbit. Hollyspring then slowly began to move forward, making sure to stay just out of the rabbit's vision, and avoiding any swaying grass or rocks that might betray his presence.

Then, he leaped through the air, and landing square on the rabbit. After it was dead, he thanked StarClan for the prey under his breath, then began to return to camp, sure that the rabbit would be able to feed at least two cats.