**Snowclan** (accepting! New warrior cats r.p.!) Version 2

[~ mew ~]

'O-okay,' Snowpaw said, crouching down over the pigeon. He would've only done it if the deputy, leader, or his mentor told him to. He parted the bird's feathers with his claws and took a bite.

[Brooketail]

Graystripe nodded her head stiffly, ears drawn back in aggression. She followed the rouge willingly keeping pace with her."He isn't a kit, you know..Foxpaw can walk by himself.."

[raccoon bandit]

The deputy consented a smile as he could hear the apprentice eat the bird behind him. If anyone was to get mad at the apprentice for eating a well-deserved meal, Burningsun would allow himself to take the blame- even if the cat happened to be Icestar. He ruffled his fur lightly against the cold, and allowed himself to roll back onto his haunches, a bad feeling looming over his head.

The rouge, Sama, shot a glare over his shoulder at Graystripe, ears pinned against his head, mirroring the she-cat's own. He let out a low murmur, "He might as well be.. He's such a runt. Honestly, do clans starve their apprentice's.?" The sleek black Tom challenged, flicking his tail light and speeding up his pace, blue eyes analyzing the wide horizon and studying the mountains with a deep longing. Pushing aside emotion, a slim Sama veering to his left quickly trotting briskly towards a hollowed out tree with raised bristles. He halted before the deep oak, and without pausing to wait for the latter of his group, he took a giant leap onto the tree trunk and climbed up halfway, struggling with Foxpaw in his jaws, until he reached an abrupt hole in the side of the tree, which he promptly dove into.

[~ mew ~]

Snowpaw ate his fill of the bird and dug a hole to bury the bones. Placing them inside, he grabbed part of the herb he had been picking and put it in the hole and filled the hole with dirt, partislly burying the herb piece.

[Brooketail]

Graystripe followed him carefully into the tree den and looked around."He is a new apprentice..And no, they aren't starved! I bet he eats more than you get to in the Winter.."

[raccoon bandit]

Burningsun heard the chewing cease and flicked his gaze behind him, perking his ears curiously. "Are you ready to head back.?" He questioned gently.

Sama took a deep breath, wrinkling his nose distastefully at the she-cat's comment, letting it linger in the air. He placed down 'Foxpaw' as his companion called him, and prodded at the apprentice's ribcage roughly, releasing a growl. "Get up, idiot." He snickered, prodding the Tom once more.

[~ mew ~]

'Yeah. I've got enough to last a while,' Snowpaw replied. He nudged two bundles to Burningsun. 'Here, I'll need you to carry these, if that's okay.' He rolled one of the two remaining piles up and tucked it under his chin, then grabbed the other remaining bundle with his mouth.

[Brooketail]

Graystripe growled faintly."Foxpaw, get up before the rouge does something else stupid!"

[raccoon bandit]

Burningsun nodded daintily and picked up his pile of herbs, handed to him by the snowy white apprentice. He bounded after the flash of white before him with his stunning feline grace, placing his paws in an intricate, practiced manner as he plodded forth.

Foxpaw mumbled something in a sleepy breath, eyelids slipping open and iris' slowly adjusting to the dim light. He blinked wearily, and rolled up to his haunches, being prodded once again whilst the rouge mumbled an angered "Hurry up." The ginger tabby shot Graystripe a wayward glance, voicing his dreary thoughts of "Where are we..?" Aloud for the warrior and rouge to hear. Sama snorted and gave a grunt in response, before glaring at Graystripe distastefully. "I'm going to ask him a couple questions in private.." He snickered, and nudged the apprentice towards a small hole in the earth, signaling with a pointedly flick of his tail for the Tom to go in.
"Yeah, right.!" Foxpaw snorted, abruptly stopping in his tracks before the dark hole and eyeing Graystripe of his shoulder nervously. "I'm not going in there- gyahhh.!" He was cut off as the black Tom, and bigger of the two, gave him a hardy shove on his rump and sent him flying- face first, mind you- into the underground tunnel.
{Errmm.. Sorry for the crap post.}

[~ mew ~]

Snowpaw arrived back at camp, still miffed he was forced to take a warrior with him. They hadn't met any trouble while they were out. Maybe if StarClan would give me my full name, I'd be treated better, he thought, placing the herb bundles in the medicine cat's den.