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[Thistill]

Bearstar had awoken a little later than usual, which immediately caused distress in her own mind. Was the clan running fine? Was it? It almost killed her to even think that, she felt stiff already, and exited her own den, Apprentices were milling about, not really doing anything, her amber gaze narrowed at them and she listened closely. It appeared they had made plans, but without a Warrior to accompany them? She heard Batpaw mention something about it, so he'd receive the least of the punishment when they returned. Bearstar would let them figure things out on their own. Bearstar sat next to the fresh-kill pile, picking a plump mouse which she began to work on with her teeth, taking her time to eat the prey.

Feverstep twitched a solid gray ear, moss tickling the bare tip of it, this awakened him, he had to question what the time was, but didn't dwell on it too much since there was still an assortment of cats among the den. Feverstep found himself resting outside the den not too long after that, he laid on his back with his legs and paws sprawled to the sides of his body, his white belly visible. He felt at peace and slowly rolled over onto his side in the most lax of natures.

[trashcan't]

Nightpaw
Nightpaw looked at the entrance. "Let's go already, Its boring to just stand here."

[whispers.]

[ may i reserve an apprentice? ]

[ℱ ᴀ ɪ ʀ ʏ Ƭ ᴀ ɪ ℒ]

{ Sure }

Solsticetalon saw that Bearstar had finally awoken and he padded over to the she-cat. "Shall I set up a hunting patrol?" He asked.

Thunderpaw nodded hastily. "I agree! It's even more boring than Nightpaw!" He remarked.

[Thistill]

Bearstar lifted her head from the finished mouse, running her tongue over her maw for a split second and thinking over what he said briefly. "Yea, go ahead, why not? Just make sure it's actually organized." Her eyes fell onto the departing apprentices, slightly narrowed. "I already have to take care of them when they get back." She sounded somewhat angered, the apprentices knew better. It seemed harsh, but she just wanted them safe, especially with the recent events under paw.

Feverstep twitched a solid gray ear, moss tickling the bare tip of it, this awakened him, he had to question what the time was, but didn't dwell on it too much since there was still an assortment of cats among the den. Feverstep found himself resting outside the den not too long after that, he laid on his back with his legs and paws sprawled to the sides of his body, his white belly visible. He felt at peace and slowly rolled over onto his side in the most lax of natures.

[yeeee.]

batpaw, for some reason, felt his nape begin to prickle slightly. "just the basics," he mumbled under his breath, obviously glad when thunderpaw didn't push him farther. "let's hurry up- time wasting, and i'm sure the sooner we get back, the less chances there are of us getting into trouble." padding out of the camp, the ebony tom began to stride northwest confidently, nose twitching, ears erect, slate grey eyes facing straight forward. he knew he was going, and he was quite glad to get out.

tagged ;; thunderpaw, nightpaw

[trashcan't]

Nightpaw
Nightpaw followed Batpaw out of the camp. She smelled the air and looked around. "I wonder if Creekpaw actually lives in our territory."

[ℱ ᴀ ɪ ʀ ʏ Ƭ ᴀ ɪ ℒ]

Solsticetalon nodded and glared at the apprentices as Bearstar spoke of them. "You should keep them under tighter control Bearstar, we don't want more apprentices to perish by Creekpaw's paw's." He said lashing his tail.

Thunderpaw snorted. "I eat trouble for breakfast!" He remarked and then followed the tom out of camp and signalling his tail for Nightpaw to follow. He turned to the pretty she-cat as she asked a question. "Why do you ask? Are you scared he will come get you?" Thunderpaw smirked and then let out a laugh.

[trashcan't]

Nightpaw
"No, I'm scared that he'll come for you and make you wet your fur. And after that he'll rip your ears off and claw your eyes out." Nightpaw hissed with a smirk. She unsheathed her claws and clawed the air right in front of Thunderpaw's eyes.

[Thistill]

The brown she-cat gave a hard huff. "The whole clan has been warned for over a moon, I've warned cats frequently. If they want to be ignorant, let them, they'll just get punished when they get back." The Leader mewed to her Deputy, flicking an ear and sighing somewhat heavily. "It is my loss if they die, but it's their fault, so I don't feel bad."

Feverstep twitched a solid gray ear, moss tickling the bare tip of it, this awakened him, he had to question what the time was, but didn't dwell on it too much since there was still an assortment of cats among the den. Feverstep found himself resting outside the den not too long after that, he laid on his back with his legs and paws sprawled to the sides of his body, his white belly visible. He felt at peace and slowly rolled over onto his side in the most lax of natures.