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[Fiorre]

((Okay, I think I can safely assume that Nightstorm is now the medicine cat xD))

Featherpaw, tom, apprentice, 8 moons

Featherpaw carefully made his way through the branches of the thin tree he was in. He wasn't too far from the ground, but far enough for someone having to glance upwards to find him. He jumped onto another tree, sending a shower of leaves below him, and all over his fellow clanmate, Flamepelt.
"Sorry!" He winced as he watched a few more leaves make their way towards the ground. He carefully made his way towards some lower branches, almost slipping when he jumped off towards the ground. He padded up to Flamepelt, his ears hot with embarrassment. "It was an accident." He explained with a weak grin.

Nightstorm, she-cat, medicine cat, 24 moons

The black she-cat slowly opened her eyes and let out a big yawn. Her paws struggled to find a firm grip on the ground as she slowly got up. She hadn't slept well that night; that's what happens when you aren't careful with choosing your fresh-kill. Her stomach was twisting and turning the entire night, but thankfully now she felt a bit better, although still very tired. Next time, I'm not going to eat so late, she told herself as she made her way outside the medicine den and sat near the entrance.

[Tammy_Kay]

Flamepelt

The sudden leaf-fall had Flamepelt on his paws in a matter of seconds. He looked around before hearing the usual voice of Featherpaw. Although Flamepelt would usually be angered he just chuckled and licked Featherpaw between the ears, a caring gesture. "It's fine," he meowed, "as long as you're improving your skills; young one?" The orange tom sat back down and gave his chest a quick wash.

[Fiorre]

Featherpaw, tom, apprentice, 8 moons

Featherpaw's ears perked upwards as soon as he heard Flamepelt's calm voice and felt his tongue rasp between his own ears. Yes! He isn't upset! he cheered mentally, making a smile creep onto his face. After being prompted about his skills, his tail shot straight up in excitement.
"Do you wanna see?" He asked eagerly as he dashed back towards thin tree in front of the nursery, not waiting for an answer. He wriggled his haunches and launched himself upwards, digging in his claws until he reached the first few branches. He carefully made his way to the end of the branches that met with another tree. "The leaves fell when I jumped onto the other tree!" He explained as he looked down at Flamepelt with a smile.

[Tammy_Kay]

Flamepelt
The tom laughed a little at Featherpaw's enthusiasm. He watched with interest as the young tom climbed. Flamepaw gave an approving mew and then smiled. "Next time try jumping to another branch if it has leafs or something on it," he suggested; remembering his own mentor had trained him to always jump to a lower branch. The tom seeked out a nearby tree and launched himself on it before pulling himself up to the third branch on it. He eyed out the tree beside him, seeing that the nearest branch had a birds nest full of eggs. Screwing up his nose, Flamepelt decided it'd be useless smashing the eggs, so he seeked out a lower branch. The ginger tom quickly crouched and jumped off; aiming for the branch. Though, despite his accurate measurement he missed the branch and landed on the ground. "Well, maybe I'm not the best of examples," he muttered.

[Fiorre]

Featherpaw, tom, apprentice, 8 moons

Featherpaw watched as Flamepelt suggested jumping on lower branches. His eyes followed the ginger tom as he made his way up the tree. He frowned when Flamepelt missed the branch and fell on the ground instead.
"You're a great example! I understood what you meant..." he cheered out as he looked around for a lower branch on the tree in front of him. He couldn't decide if landing on the branch would make Flamepelt feel better or worse, so he just decided he would try his best. He carefully measured the distance of the jump he would have to make, and then sprung himself onto the branch of a nearby tree. His claws scrapped at the thin bark as he attempted to get some balance. His hind legs slipped, and he was hanging onto the branch with his two front legs. After a few attempts, he managed to pull himself back onto the branch. He took a deep breath and licked his chest fur before looking down at Flamepelt.
"Was that okay?" He asked.


Nightstorm, she-cat, medicine cat, 24 moons

Nightstorm watched Featherpaw and Flamepelt for a while until she noticed Westpaw eating some fresh-kill in a small corner of the camp. I guess I could keep her some company, she thought to herself as she got up and started padding over to Westpaw, stopping when she passed the fresh-kill pile. I should get something to eat first, she decided, carefully picking out a mouse and carrying it over to Westpaw. She sat down next to the young apprentice.
"Do you mind if I sit here with you?" She asked with a warm smile.

[Tammy_Kay]

Flamepelt
While he licked his now very sore paws, Flamepelt kept watch on Featherpaw. He had some negative hope that Featherpaw might miss, too, so that he wouldn't be the only embarrassed cat in the clan. But a smile slipped onto the toms face when the apprentice managed to reach the branch. "Good job!" He called out once he saw Featherpaw was fully on the branch. "A little more practice and you'll be perfect at it," he said before twitching his nose and gazing around. "How's your hunting skills?" He suddenly asked, peering back to Featherpaw.

[Fiorre]

Featherpaw, tom, apprentice, 8 moons

Featherpaw smiled at Flamepelt's praise and he carefully made his way down lower branches until he could safely jump onto the ground. His paws made a light thump. "Thanks! I wouldn't have done it without your help." He smiled at Flamepelt as he walked over towards him. He sat down in front of the ginger tom and found himself wondering how many moons it would take for him to be at his own full height. I guess I'm pretty big now, but will I be bigger than Flamepelt? he thought until he heard Flamepelt questioning him on his hunting skills.
"They're okay, I guess... If I practiced my hunting as much as I do my climbing, I'd be the best hunter in the entire forest!" He boasted, until he noticed that he wasn't boasting about something good. "Well, I could do with some more practice..." he added shyly.

[Tammy_Kay]

Flamepelt
Straightening slightly so that he was to his full height, Flamepelt gave a sincere laugh. "Maybe you should get your mentor to help you," he replied; realizing he'd basically ditched his own apprentice. A frown creased into his forehead as he peered around; though he relaxed slightly when he saw Nightstorm with her. Turning his attention back to Featherpaw, a grin slipped onto his face. "How about we have a little competition? We'll go hunt, until sundown, and see who catches the most prey." He smiled, thinking it'd be a good idea to find more freshkill for the clan anyway.

[city,]

[ west ] ;; [ she cat ] ;; [ eight moons ] ;; [ apprentice ]

Her jaw raised just one mouse length above the tiny body of her meal, Westpaw's movements were interrupted by a soft voice. "Do you mind if I sit here with you?" The question was simple but warm and curious and when the she apprentice looked up, running her tongue over her jaw once, and spotted Nightstorm, the medicine cat of her clan, she wasn't the least bit surprised. "Oh, hi Nightstorm. No, of course I don't mind," she meowed, shifting her tiny figure slightly so the older she cat would have some room to sit down and eat her prey. Another bite of the robin fled her mouth with a sparking sensation and the young cat struggled to pay attention to her friend with the presence of such a taste existing.

[Fiorre]

((I'll be going to bed soon, but I'll be sure to post again as soon as I can =] ))

Featherpaw, tom, apprentice, 8 moons

Featherpaw shook his head in amazement when he saw Flamepelt straighten himself to his full height. It's like he read my thoughts, or something... he thought quietly, barely catching his suggestion. I have to grow a bit more still...
"Huh? Oh yes, I should practice more..." was all he managed to say. He followed Flamepelt's gaze towards Westpaw. "A competition?" he repeated, his gaze still resting on Westpaw, although he brought it back to Flamepelt after a few heartbeats. "Can Westpaw come?" He wondered out loud as his gaze rested once more on the gray tabby apprentice.


Nightstorm, she-cat, medicine cat, 24 moons

Nightstorm nodded in acknowledgement when Westpaw made room for her to sit. She sat down next to the apprentice and took a bite out of her own fresh-kill. She noticed that Westpaw seemed to be enjoying her fresh-kill, and decided to ask a simple question.
"How's training going?" She questioned the young apprentice. Nightstorm was always more of a listener than a talker, so if the apprentice decided to start a conversation, she'd gladly reply and listen, but it she wanted to enjoy her fresh-kill in peace and quiet, that was just as good as well.