by Pistol Annie #1 NPC » Sun Nov 15, 2015 6:59 am
It was at time like this when Ashenstar was truly and unconditionally proud of her Clan. Her loyal deputy, Darkwing, had already organized the morning patrol and left. He never neglected his deputy duties, and the warriors were faithful without fail. Yes, some could be unnecessarily confrontational, but Ashenstar knew they were still ShadowClan at heart. And that was all that mattered, that they were loyal, and remained that way until their final breaths.
Her Clan came first, and she knew that. She sat at the entrance of her den, watching, waiting. If any issues arose, she would be there to mediate.
In the apprentices' den, Vixenpaw woke to an unpleasant crunching noise. Her brother, Vinepaw, was bouncing around the den and had already ruined several nests. As the oldest apprentice, Vixenpaw was not going to tolerate her brother's ridiculous behavior. "Vinepaw, that's enough," she said sternly, rising to her paws. "Settle down, you frog face."
"Wake up, wake up, everyone!" the idiot sang, still prancing in circles like a maniac. "It's a big, big day; we're gonna train!"
Vixenpaw sighed. This was so embarrassing. "I apologize on behalf of my brother," she said to every else in the den before charging at Vinepaw. She easily knocked her runt brother over and pinned him down. "Can you calm down for once?"
"Sorry!" Vinepaw squeaked, gazing at his sister with wide eyes.
"Besides, we need to do our apprentice duties," said Vixenpaw as she let Vinepaw go. "Lostear's den needs cleaning, and Cloverfang will kill us if we don't fix up the nursery. Antkit made a mess of it last night again, and don't ask about the blood."
"B-bl-blood!" stammered Vinepaw. His fur was standing on end, and he looked like a terrified hedgehog. "Can we skip cl-cleanup today and-"
Vixenpaw gave him 'the look.'
Vinepaw took a step back fearfully. "N-never mind. I, uh, I love cleanup." He prodded his friend. "Emberpaw, want to help me with the elders' den?"
Vixenpaw chuckled, knowing how Vinepaw was terrified of blood. Antkit had played with a dead mouse last night, and gore was all over the nursery from the kit's rampage, so Vixenpaw would have to take care of that herself. "Have fun," she told the others before leaving.
In the nursery, Cloverfang was watching Antkit proudly as she shredded a tuft of moss. "Die, Thrushwing!" the tiny kit screeched in fury, slicing the piece in half. "You're gonna pay for being a bad cat! I'm gonna send you to the Dark Forest, slowly and painfully!"
"You're like me when I was younger," Cloverfang reminisced.
Antkit beamed. "I wanna be just like you. Beating every cat up and kicking their tails! Do you have another mouse I could play with?" Her eyes lit up at the memory of last night. Cloverfang chuckled, remembering how violently Antkit had devoured the thing.
"No, only milk today."
"Aw!" Antkit whined, pouting as she sat down. "This is boring-"
Vixenpaw entered the den. "I'm here to clean up after last night," she told Cloverfang, dipping her head. "Oh, hey Antkit. You didn't kill anyone yet right?"
"No! Maybe tomorrow!"
Vixenpaw chuckled as she got to work. Antkit was too fluffy and little to be scary.
Olivebreeze, the deputy of ThunderClan, woke up in Miststar's den. What? Oh, right, he had moved over here after being startled from a nightmare. He had dreamed of Ashenstar violently murdering his family. That leader was polite, but Olivebreeze had seen her in battle before, and she wasn't so lenient then. "Um, sorry," he murmured awkwardly as he stood up. "I forgot to organize the patrol. Really sorry. Nightmares again. Can you help me out? Please?"
Wavepaw had been trying to steal from the fresh-kill pile to give to Leafpaw, but he had gotten caught already, and was spending his morning doing boring duties. He had just finished dealing with the elders' ticks, and eyed the fresh-kill pile longingly as he walked towards the nursery.
