Silentpaw blinked at the sudden change in Sleetpaw's behavior, startled. Normally she did not seem this eager to do much of anything that involved possibly getting into trouble. Perhaps she was more of an apprentice then he thought; curious and adventerous of the world. His ears pricked, amber eyes begining to gleam at the prospect of exiting the camp while still dark without a warrior escort. The things they could do without getting into trouble; chase a leaf like a kit, attack and chase prey for the fun without worrying about catching it as a meal. A slow grin built and he nodded enthusiastically. 

"If you all are going then so am I." He purred, bounding to his feet in anticipation.  

Ravenspark continues to tut her tongue as Bluepaw begins. 'Simple. It's obvious what he had planed.' she thinks to herself as she quickly dodges out of the way of the scratch he had planned. "Although nicely planned, it was fairly obvious that you were going to do that. You need to work on your element of surprise more. Do something that the don't expect at all." she tuts to him.

Sliding gracefully around the small arena, Ravenspark swifty moves over to Bluepaw, but then back. Then, she leaps over him, and then, has disappeared from sight. Suddenely, she reappears right in front of him, having jumped back over him several times. "See? Like that." she says.

[[ Ohwait. Sorry, Ree. This board is so full of posts I get lost easily >-< ]]

Coalpaw drank up every word that Larkwing spoke. He was happy to receive such a gifted mentor, one that cared not only for muscles, but for the mind also. He only wished that his day-time mentor could have taught him those things, instead of just fighting and hunting. He tried not to think of the killing of Larkwing's kits, as Coalpaw could only think of the young as innocents. But Larkwing was strong and sly, in Coalpaw's mind, and obviously had a good reason for their murders.

"I'll learn, Larkwing." He said in the most serious voice he could muster. Coalpaw's eyes betrayed them though, as they sparkled with excitement.

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Swallowtrill and Thrushsoar entered the warrior's den, weaving in and out to make their way towards their nests. Before they reached them, Thrushsoar heard a thud and a small muffle.

"Sorry, Goldfeather!" Swallowtrill mewed, scrambling up.

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Icepaw's lonely ._. Maybe she could join the other apprentices? 

"Good," Larkwing purred, though she felt a bit miffed at the slight hesitation that hid behind the apprentice's strong facade. Obviously he did not approve of her choice of victims, but that hardly mattered. The kits were not to be hurt in the takeover of the Clans anyways. Perhaps as bartering chips for more power, but that could come later.

Arching her back to stretch it out the sand-hued she-cat flicked her eyes back and forth for a moment, as if she was searching for someone. Then, with a small impatient huff she settled down again, appearing to relaxing and completely at ease.

"Look at yourself, Coalpaw," she mewed softly, watching the tom carefully. "Unlike me you are strong, powerful. Everything about you suggests a fierce warrior just waiting to appear. So there is need to nurture that part of you. But you have a sharp mind as well, so let us see if we can meld the training together."

"Take a glance around, and tell me what you see. Then, tell me how it could aid you in battling me. I don't want mere observations, I want ideas, strategems, purpose." 

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Goldfeather woke with a start and murmured grumpily, though there was no real acid in her tone of voice. Blinking her golden eyes tiredly she let out a small sigh when she noticed the moonlight filtering into the den. If the moon was still up and shining brightly then it was far too early for her to go and start her duties for the day.

But finding she couldn't fall back asleep Goldfeather stood up and stretched, letting out a jaw-cracking yawn. She couldn't blame Swallowtrill for waking her up. Everyone had their clumsy moments. Shaking out her pale orange fur the she-cat gracefully padded around Swallowtrill and mewed a hello to Thrushsoar. Dipping her head at the deputy she exited the den, her muscles groaning slightly from a night of disuse.

"Where have you two been," she mewed, turning around and giving them an amused look.

Ooc; Thrushsoar is really young to be deputy. :x I'm not sure how old they are in the books, but 19 moons feels a bit...underaged. o-o

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Crowsong fidgeted nervously before whispering one word, "Poppyfrost." Wiskers twitching restlessly she gave Mothflight a helpless look. "She's invading my dreams Mothflight!" she exclaimed in a slightly panicked whisper. "There's no talking, no omens, nothing but her eyes staring at me. And it's gone on for a while. I...called Sleetpaw Poppyfrost the other day. I don't think she knew what I was talking about, but..." 

Shaking her head fitfully Crosong sighed impatiently, knowing full well that Mothflight couldn't do much about these visits.

"Does it mean anything?" Crowsong meowed after a moment, worried eyes settling on the medicine cat.

Ooc; Foxpaw's a heavy sleeper :3

[[ Pft. Icepaw's boring -flicks- I think I'll have her just returning to the camp from her own expedition instead of sleeping ._. If that's alright if you guys. ]]

Coalpaw followed Larkwing's instructions and gazed around their surroundings. He couldn't really see anything special. They were in a clearing, surrounded by the usual trees that were shrouded by the unnatural darkness created by the Dark Forest. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped, narrowing his icy blue eyes at Larkwing.

"Wait, why would I tell you strategies that would help me defeat you when you are my enemy?" He asked Larkwing. Coalpaw wondered if she had given him a trick question, but this was just to buy time as he tried to think up plans. 

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Icepaw inched back into the camp, occasionally pausing to hide behind trees, in case there were any patroling warriors. But she had given herself a mental map of the camp, and the times where the warriors were usually on guard. Most cats would be asleep or just be wandering through the camp by now. Giving herself the all-clear, Icepaw stepped into the camp, only to freeze, seeing Silentpaw, Tippaw and Sleetpaw merely a fox-length away from her.

Larkwing chuckled. "I do not mind if you beat me to a pulp, Coalpaw. I am dead after all. And it's a training exercise for the mind, not the body. But, if you can defeat me after giving away your plans, well, that shows some natural skill already waiting to be honed."

Larking shrugged casually, as if the thought of a mere apprentice defeating her in battle did not upset her. But it didn't. Larkwing's only purpose was to see that the next generation was stronger than the first. That meant that she would never win against Coalpaw, and that suited the crafty she-cat quite well. 

Ooc; Edited my replies in my other post. xD I forgot about them.

OoC: Edit. Late post.

BiC:  Silentpaw looked towards the camp entrance curiously, ears flicking back and forth. Clearly Sleetpaw, who came up with the idea, had no idea as to where they should go. The thought of the usually tactful apprentice stumped made him want to chuckle; though it would probably earn him a swipe at the ears. Keeping his thoughts to himself, Silentpaw thought back to when Reedwhisker had taken him fairly far from the camp, though the times were few. Most places they'd visited were swamped with the scents of other warriors, meaning the place was fairly common and would be no fun to explore. But he could remember a area at the edge of the territroy that was dense with foliage that they'd bypassed. Perhaps there was something in there?