Name: Hawsight

OoC: Alice111: Sure, i'll add him as deputy now.

Fullmoon: Sorry, i'm med. cat apprentice, but all of your warriors/apprentices are accepted. What will Riverpaw's warrior name be, by the way?

eklipse: Of course!

We can start after eklipse posts her bio's. 

Sunlight dappled through the gaps in the covering overhead as morning came to Cometclan, thankfully warm compared to the frigid night. With a toothy yawn, Nightrose nimbly rose from her warm moss nest. As she took a large inhale the wonderful scents of herbs, leaves, and flowers filled her sensitive nose. It was a wonderful smell to wake up to. Her jade green eyes sparkled softly as she fondly gazed around her comfy den. Her moss bed was in the farthest corner of the den still, since she had kept away from the cold drafts of wind durning leaf-bare. To her right, dug out of a hollowed oak tree, were little nitches where she stored all her berries neatly. The whole thing was about two tail lengths wide and three tail lengths wide. Pride and faith filled her as she took in her role of the clan she loved so dearly.

Looking around, Nightrose wondered where her apprentice had wondered off to. He had yet to make a nest in the medicine den, but that would come soon enough. She hoped it would actually be done by today. The silver spotted she-cat had plans on showing her apprentice where to find the most cat mint, marigold, and cob webs; and she was going to tell him to not pick it all. That was important! In order for them to grow back, she needed to tell him just how much he could pick and how much to leave. After that was finished, Nightrose hoped to have him practice wrapping her foot in cobwebs. To teach him how tight to wrap, how much to use on certain body parts, and get him used to wrapping and patting with tender care.

Heading out of the medicine den, the she-cat had taken only two full paw-steps before a bundle of cream-orange fur pelted into her. "Mommy!" it chirped.

With a sweet, gentle smile, Nightrose gently corrected, "Firekit, I am not your mother. I'm sure your mother was a wonderful cat, though."

The little she-kit pouted; her tail drooping, ears swiveling to the side, and head lowered in defeat. That didn't last long though, with a giant, sharp-toothed grin she squeaked, "I went to the creek all by myself!"

Nightrose stopped grooming the crown of the kits head in horror. "You what!" The kit had enough grace to look ashamed, "You know how dangerous that is, Firekit! Don't ever do that again. Do you hear me? Until you get your warrior name, do not leave this camp alone."

The fiery she-kit dipped her head in silent promise. With a droopy outlook again, she turned from her favorite she-cat. Nightrose hadn't had the reaction Firekit expected. Firekit thought that she would have been excited for her. Going to the creek all by herself, when she had been really thirsty, was exciting and fun to Firekit and she thought that Nightrose would have been happy for her. With the adventure under her paws, Firekit thought that if Nightrose had been really proud she would have told Jaggedstar and Jaggedstar would have given her a mentor. Yet the way Nightrose reacted, Firekit decided she wouldn't tell another cat. Instead she went in search of Silentpaw. If she could stalk up to the apprentice and tackle him to the ground, maybe Jaggedstar would see her skills then. "That's it. I'll just go find him," she told herself happily, trotting off to the apprentice den.

Sitting on front of the camp entrance with his tiny paws tucked firmly under his belly, Starpaw looked out into the shadows dappled forest with amazement yet sadness. He'd had a warrior mentor for less then two days and had not even got to explore the forest with them before he was proclaimed as a medicine cat apprentice. Ears suddenly dropping, the small tom sighed in frustration and self-loathing. Was he not good enough to be a warrior? That was the one question he asked himself often, even as a kit watching the other apprentices gain the warrior names. He knew he was physically weak, dependent on other cats for somethings. But he'd hoped that his enthusiasm and over-all intelligence for a cat his age would have lessened him as a apprentice burden. Apparently not. Hearing Nightrose speak, a tiny smile bloomed across his face, making his normally glossy eyes shine brighter. If it was one cat that seemed to believe in him, it was the medicine cat apprentice. He would not fail her like his former mentor.

Trotting back into the camp, his nose suddenly came into contact with fur and muscle, knocking his already unsteady paws right from under him. "Uff! Oh, i'm sor..." His words were cut short and a tiny squeak of fear forced it's way from his throat. Fallenbane, his father, looked down on him with a unreadable look in his furious flaming eyes. Starpaw staggered to his paws, feeling small and miserable compared to his m*censored*ive warrior father. Inferior. He'd always tried to follow Silentpaw's action's and hate his father, but his heart would let him hate no cat, particularly his blood. But every time he'd tried to impress, to talk to, or even approach Fallenbane he was ignored or cast away. He was inferior. He was starting to understand hatred, that cold part of him that wanted Fallenbane to hurt as much as he hurt, that cold ice shard that was buried deep in his heart and was slowly plunging deeper. The larger cat only grunted and stalked away, tail held high like he'd never noticed the small cat, his own son. Inferior. 

Bolting into the camp then towards the medicine cats den and just ignore the encounter because it seemed to happen all to often and it was always safer to just ignore it. "Nightrose?" He asked the air of the den, looking around. The scent of herbs was still new to his sensitive nose, but he was becoming accustomed to their fragrance. His new mentor was clearly not in the den, so he padded back out, looking around curiously. He'd do the best he could at being medicine cat and pray to Starclan he did not mess it up like he'd previously done. Spotting his mentor, he walked over, ears flat in worry. Was she mad at him for being late to his first training session? Would she call him useless like everyone seemed to think of him as? "Er, i'm ready to start when you are." He meowed sullenly, waiting for a rebuke of some kind. 

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Hearing voices, to many to count and way more then he wanted to hear, Silentpaw opened his amber colored eyes slightly, graining as the morning sun *censored*aulted them. Grumbling, the brown tabby tom rose from his nest and stretched until his back popped in more then one place and he felt much more lose, ready to start the long day. He really hoped his mentor did not give him any sort of training exercises with the other apprentices, he really wanted to learn something one-on-one that might help speed up his training time. Padding from the den slowly, he looked around for less then a second to spot the familiar pelt of his mentor, no such luck. Sighing in annoyance, he made one more quick round to see if his sire, he thought the word with scorn, was there so he could avoid a confrontation. 

Nodding with a tiny smirk, the tabby tom started towards the fresh-kill pile, stomach rumbling after a long night. Starpaw had slightly freaked out, being the new medicine cat apprentice, so Silentpaw would not allow his little brother to worry his fur out. Yawning again, fetching a mouse from the pile he lay in a shady spot to eat, lost in his thoughts. At least until a tiny flash of fire colored fur caught his eyes and he bit back a chuckle. Looked like Firekit decided to do something outside the rules from the way Nightrose was looking at her. It did not surprise him, the kit could get into more trouble then a camp full of foxes. Seeing Nightrose pad away, Silentpaw walked up to Firekit, flicking her shoulder with his tail in a greeting. "So what did ya do this time?" He asked cheekily, always ready to help her out with a new plan of mischief and if need be get her out of the punishment as well. 

[I just realized that I haven't roleplayed in, like, forever. Dx]

      Ravenfur squirmed in his sleep, his long dark tail swishing back and forth as his whiskers twitched. He woke suddenly to see few rays of sunlight streaming in from outside the den, where he could already hear cats moving about. With a mighty yawn he made an almost snarl-like grimace. Stretching, his front paws in front of him and arching his back, Ravenfur smiled delightedly in hearing his spine pop. Quietly, he padded out of the warrior's den, careful to step over other warriors as they slept. His light step caused no one to hear him leave. Standing in the open sun, Ravenfur felt his stiff and cold pelt warm with the heat that always glowed from the sun. Sighing contently, Ravenfur let the sun heat up his pelt, and if it was not for the rumbling in his stomach he would not have left the spot. Great StarClan, I'm acting like an old flee-pelted elder. He snickered to himself, shaking his head before marching towards the fresh-kill pile. Approaching the mound of prey, Ravenfur realized that the hunting patrol hadn't gone out yet.

      Ravenfur decided he could go without food until the patrol left. Of course, it wasn't like he needed that much food, seeing as he was probably the smallest warrior in the Clan, but he didn't let this dampen his spirits. Pawing at the ground, he was delighted to see small drops of water littering the trampled forest floor. Does this mean that new-leaf has finally come? The black tom wondered, his eyes wide with excitement. Ravenfur couldn't help but squirm as he thought of all the wonderful things and opportunities this new new-leaf would bring. Although Ravenfur was sure that he'd miss some of the birds he only saw in the winter, like the bright red ones that seemed to be so fat that he'd wonder if they were even wild, or the small shivering squirrels that seemed to be never watching behind their tiny furry backs as they nibbled upon the rare winter nut that would have flown from the trees.

      But still, Ravenfur was excited. This meant that he could climb trees without having to worry about breaking his small neck by stepping on some fox-dungy ice covered branch. Leaf-bare always had its draw backs, but it was still one of Ravenfur's favorite seasons. “New-leaf...” Ravenfur said dazedly.

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      Hawksight's keen blue eyes watched tiny ants move back and forth from their little sand hill. Musing as he watched them, he could already imagine himself coming back into his den after a long day, tired and exhausted from a day with his apprentice. Whether his apprentice was tedious or not didn't matter, it was a common belief that all young cats seemed to make the older warriors wish they hadn't stepped foot from their warm dens. Hawksight was a proud supported of this belief, though he really wasn't sure if it was true. After all, he doubted he was like that when he was young... right? Hawksight shook his head, clearing his head of those thoughts. “Stay on task... What should I plan for training today?” He asked himself, before going completely skill. His mind was racing a mile a minute, thoughts springing up into his brain. He may not have looked it, with his strong and fierce look always set on his face, but he was an avid thinker, most of the times thinking of the worst scenarios possible or battle plans or something. Training, training, training. What should we do today? Hawksight mused. After a few moments of thought, he decided they'd just do battle training. After all, he hadn't really taught his apprentice much about battle training in a while, had he? Aside that, the path leading to war between ThornClan and CometClan was getting even steeper as the days went by.

      Hawksight quickly slammed his paw onto the ground on reflex, his long claws unsheathed and trapping the mouse between them. “Funny, I never thought prey was smart enough to run directly to my paws...” he tilted his head before killing the mouse, intent on just giving it to his apprentice. Standing up from his little rock, he grasped the mouse firmly in his jaws. It was larger then the ones he usually caught, and he suspected that it probably had something to do with the newly come new-leaf. Smiling to himself, the tom carried the fat mouse toward the apprentice den, where he dropped the piece of fresh kill. “Poppypaw!” He howled into the den, probably waking up a few of the cats in the process, which he hadn't really thought of when he was yelling for his apprentice. “We're heading out early today!” he turned around, leaving the mouse in front of the den as he went to go sit beside the fresh-kill pile, sitting down beside Fallenbane,

     Whitenose snored in her sleep, absentmindedly mumbling about fresh kill and fat fluffy white clouds with stick legs while she absently scratched at her flank, where a flee probably resided.

[What is mouse bile anyway?]

OoC: Silly goose, Stray! I don't know what Starpaw looks like. You should post his bio ^.^ ::glomp-huggles:: I love your posts. Alice, I'm pretty such mouse bile is just what it is. Mouse yuckie-throw-up. Wonderful post too! I love the detail!

BiC

Shaking her silver head in disbelief at Firekit, Nightrose wondered again how something so young and small could be such a paw-full. The fiery fur ball was more work than an elder with a thorn in their paw. Cometclan wasn't even that large but Nightrose knew that Firekit was pesky with each warrior; pouncing on tails and chatting more than an angry squirrel. Nightrose's jade-green eyes sparkled at the memories. More than once Firekit had rolled in her storage of cat mint effectively crushing the mouth watering herbs. Sure she had been slightly peeved, but all in all Nightrose couldn't help but smile at the kitten's cute work. Always so bright and cheery, Firekit had no lack in curiosity. The sun was warm on her glossy pelt as its heat invaded her night chilled body as her mind lingered on the last two moons.

Lifting her heart shaped face to the sky, Nightrose took in a deep breath. The air was clean and fresh compared to the multitude of herb scents, and it reminded her of her plans for the day. Lifting her tail high, Nightrose turned to search for her apprentice but squeaked when he appeared next to her. "Er, I'm ready to start when you are." He mewed with a sad, defeated demeanor. His shoulders were slopping down as if waiting for a scuff over the head or a snapping yowl. Her poor apprentice seemed as if he never heard a kind word from a mentor or another warrior.

Hoping that her eyes were soft and gentle, Nightrose meowed, "Oh my Starclan you move like a feather, don't you." Rubbing her cheek along his in a claiming way, she continued, "We better get going, I've got a lot of things planned for today." Padding forward, Nightrose curled her claws into the soil as she savored the feeling of awakening earth. It was more yielding and green buds were beginning to appear as leaf-bare started to disappear more quickly. "I thought that today would be the perfect day for me to teach you how much to pick when gathering herbs, a few helpful spots to find certain things, and I want you to practice wrapping my paw in cob webs." It was a lot to do, but the day was young. Gazing up at the sun, all blazing and bright, Nightrose smiled. Today is going to be a wonderful day, she thought dreamily.

Meanwhile, Firekit pouted when Silentpaw spotted her. Exaggerating her gloominess, the little she-kit flattened her ears to her skull, like her head droop, and dropped her tail to the ground. Peeking a mischievous glance up at Silentpaw, she knew that she wasn't kidding him so she dropped the act. Bounding two strides forward the fiery kitten clobbered Silentpaw, since he was conveniently lying down. Her growing paws clumsy as she tumbled away from him. Having enough grace to look embarra.ssed Firekit stuck her nose in the air. "I didn't do anything wrong!" Her pert ears were straining forward in as she thrust her nose higher, "Nightrose had nothing to worry about."

Her bright blue eyes were like pools of water to her soul, open and inviting, as she turned to Silentpaw delightedly. She couldn't keep it a secret any longer, even if Nightrose would get a bit angry at her for telling more cats. Silentpaw is different, he is way more understanding and a lot more intelligent. He knows a good idea when he hears one, she thought smugly. Turning to look at Silentpaw, Firekit meowed proudly, "I went to the watering creek." A toothy grin filled her face as she paused, then chirped excitedly, "All by myself!" So proud of herself, the kit jumped up and down. Her tail tip twitched wildly as she wiggled around, too full of energy to sit still.

Seeing for the first time that she had inturupted his morning meal, Firekit's tummy rumbled in hunger. "Oh," she mewed, "I didn't mean to make you wait. You can finish eating..." Mumbling the last part, Firekit's curious mind went into a new thought. With a huge gasp and a wide smile, which always seemed to be on her face, Firekit nearly yowled, "You should take me out hunting! I'm sure I could catch something! Oh, please, please, please Silentpaw. I promise to be quiet and listen to everything you tell me. Please, please, please!"