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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 13:10:18 GMT -5
Let's start a riot tonight, A pack of lions tonight FinChpaW 6 Moons || Tom || TreeClan
Finchpaw bolted awake just as he tightened his jaw around the neck of a plump rabbit. He readjusted uncomfortably in his nest as he woke up, his amber eyes fierce with the flames of his dream. He left out a little huff to himself, somewhat angrily, as he accepted that it had only been a fictitious hunt and slowly sat up in his nest. The sun was not yet up, and from his place of rest, Finchpaw could just barely see the first hints of morning life through the den's entrance.
Slowly his eyes began to wander across all the sleeping apprentices, recognizing all the cats he had come to regard as friends and in Thornpaw's unfortunate case, family. His eyes caught on Amberpaw, an apprentice that he had come to admire for her reservation, but he moved on, to avoid some awkward scenario in which she might wake up to Finchpaw staring at her intently. He shook his head at the wild thought.
The apprentice began to stretch out his stiff muscles, appreciating the warm tingle of blood flow into his young joints. He began to move into a posture to better stretch his forelegs when his paw came into direct, brunt, contact with Thornpaw's side. Worried that he might have woken his brother, Finchpaw quickly retracted his paw, causing him to stumble forward and plant firmly into Thornpaw. Any chance of him still being asleep now gone.
"Great." Finchpaw muttered as he quickly pushed himself off of his no doubt groggy brother. Just as he was about to apologize an idea flung its way into the apprentice's head, causing him to grow a grin from side to side, a no doubt slightly terrifying sight for his poor brother.
In a whirl of movement, almost unaware of his surroundings, Finchpaw bolted upright and let out a loud howl, much like a wolf might have howled at the moon. Quickly, hopping from nest to nest, only slightly hesitating at Amberpaw's, Finchpaw went to wake up all the apprentices, using paws, loud sounds and sometimes even gentle claws to those unwilling. He padded around in circles until life started to stir in the darkness of the apprentice den.
Once again, Finchpaw let out a large howl, as if trying to round up the lot of half asleep cats, and with a deep breath he spoke. "Today is a day we mark as our own." For a brief moment it might have sounded as if Finchpaw had something important to say, for a very very brief moment. "Greencough has been tough, Treeclan is weakened and tired, so its our job to step up. Let's go hunting! Imagine all the prey we could catch and imagine how relieved all the old cats would be to wake up to a heaping fresh kill pile."
Finchpaw let out a devious grin as he finished speaking and made his way towards the den. " And anyways, I don't think any of you will be able to out hunt me, unless you want to try and prove me wrong, that is?"
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Post by Justice on Jun 1, 2017 13:27:29 GMT -5
They'd only just returned from the Hidden Thicket, and this was the first good sleep she'd gotten. And even that wasn't all that good because she still wished she could have slept in her mother's nest. She didn't care if that made her sound like a kit, she wanted to be comforted and smothered by her mother's affection and attention. So, when Finchpaw started making a StarClan awful amount of noise and jumping around the young she-cat got up with a truly murderous look on her face. "Finchpaw." She bit out his name, little voice irritated. She was usually so mellow, so sweet. Not today. "You do realize, you mousebrain, that some of us just got back from nearly dying of greencough. And on top of that we're apprentices. We aren't supposed to leave camp without one of the warriors. Do you want to get eaten by Demon? Because I sure don't." She paused to clean her face, now awake for the day. "All the prey?" Her green eyes narrowed. "Has your mentor even taught you how to hunt yet? Because mine hasn't. I've seen my mother hunt, it isn't as easy as you seem to think. You aren't a hunter, you're a fluffball that's full of himself. Call me all the names you want, I'm not going with you. I'm not so stupid as to break the rules because you want to get in trouble." She then went to sit near Aspenpaw and Fawnpaw, absently beginning to groom her brother in the same way her mother did when they first woke up. Their mother would have a fit if they went anywhere without cleaning their faces first. @minxxy Fawn BlooRey DVD Hellion Silver Phoenix |
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Post by Fawn on Jun 1, 2017 14:32:44 GMT -5
 Fawnpaw 7 MOONS - SHE-CAT - TREECLANAn unholy yowl ripped Fawnpaw's dreams to shreds. With a prickling pelt and an arched spine, she was awake more quickly than most - and able to see, with a long look of disbelief, that the perpetrator was not an enemy Clan cat but Finchpaw. With a loud, irritation-laced groan, Fawnpaw sank down into her nest, glowering at the tom who was the source of all this noise.
Amberpaw was quick to put the words what Fawnpaw was already thinking, and she added an agreeing scoff to her sister's commentary. "Not to mention you probably woke up half the camp. Also there are guards." Tired guards...
Everyone was working so hard. Extra prey would be helpful; the dawn patrol wouldn't have to leave with empty bellies. One problem... "I can hunt," Fawnpaw added, glancing to the older apprentices in the den. "But I can't hunt at night." That was for NightClan cats. Fawnpaw hadn't the faintest idea how to make sense of the forest when it was so dark out; it wasn't any trouble with seeing. Her nocturnal vision was as sharp as every other cat's - it was how alien and strange the forest felt.
It was as if there were extra sights and sounds she needed to watch for. More... predators lurking just out of sight. Yes, it was more pleasant to hunt in sunshine. And yet, Thornpaw and Finchpaw would probably go do it anyway. And she didn't want them getting hurt (Thornpaw, anyway). Battling with a sense of adventure, responsibility, and a reluctance to leave her siblings behind, Fawnpaw glanced to Aspenpaw and Amberpaw. "We can learn a lot just from going with them," Fawnpaw countered. "And we'll be safe if we all stick together."
They'd probably get caught before they set even one paw-step out of camp. Fawnpaw wouldn't admit it, but she secretly enjoyed the idea of sneaking out of camp. She understood the rules, and why they were in place, but there was something... wonderful about exercising a little independence. This time there was no Skyfall hanging around to give them a kitsitter.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jun 8, 2017 18:33:33 GMT -5
SOME LEGENDS ARE TOLD, SOME TURN TO DUST OR TO GOLD ThoRnpaW 6 Moons || Tom || TreeClan The strong, sleek-pelted tabby warrior had just triumphantly defeated his NightClan opponent, the other cat pinned beneath powerful paws, when something collided with his side. A breathy, groaning "Oof!" escaped the sleeping apprentice's mouth, his dream dissolving before his eyes as Finchpaw quite literally collapsed on top of him. With a mumbling "Quit it Finchpaw, I don't want to play leap squirrel right now..." For a fleeting moment, the tom thought he might successfully slip back into his delightful, NightClan stomping dream. Until a sound reminiscent of an eagle being hunted out of the sky by Demon himself split the quiet morning air.
Bolting upright in a flurry of tossed nest debris, Thornpaw's eyes stretched wide as he scrambled for his bearings. When he finally realized that his brother Finchpaw was responsible for that StarClan awful sound, the tabby tom plonked his rump back into his nest with a harumph. An ear pricked in mild interest, the miniature Zephyrfang watching his red-furred brother pad around the den triumphantly declaring himself best hunter in all of TreeClan. Stifling a yawn by tossing his head into an eyeroll, Thornpaw stretched from where he sat, uncharacteristically quiet as he listened to Amberpaw and Fawnpaw.
Amberpaw wasn't impressed. And for a moment, he thought Fawnpaw would disappoint him with a similarly dismissive attitude. But then she finished by indicating they could learn by going. That telltale grin cracked on his features, pushing away the grogginess. That's the Fawnstep I know. He thought to himself proudly. Rising to his paws, the large apprentice butted his brother's flank with a shoulder. "Fawnpaw and Amberpaw are right, Finchpaw. If you're planning some grand adventure, you probably shouldn't announce it to the Clan. StarClan above, Thornshadow probably heard you from StarClan." He grumbled teasingly, before swinging his head to the other sibling pack.
"But Fawnpaw's doubly right. Maplebrook has been teaching Fawnpaw to hunt, and she gave us both some pointers a few days ago. And we're definitely stronger and better as a team." He stopped, amber eyes locking on his brother (after putting a great deal of effort into looking away from Fawnpaw). "So don't think you've got this all wrapped up like a tidy moss ball, Finchpaw. I'll hunt you into the ground." He growled playfully, jubilant tail dancing behind him. "We'll have to think of a way out of here though. Now that you've basically announced to the whole Clan we're awake and planning something." ~420 words Fawn @minxxy Justice Thornpaw has joined the fray~
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Post by Phoenix on Jun 8, 2017 20:20:51 GMT -5
 OWLPAW you'll see him in your nightmares
you'll see him in your dreams For a young tom who secretly played a malicious game with the intention of humiliating his peers, he slept surprisingly well. Neither shades of the Dark Forest nor ferocious NightClan warriors appeared in his dreams; in fact, nothing did at all, for the young tom never dreamed - or it he did, he never remembered them. Instead, he fell into a deep sleep, which he imagined as a comfortable solitude of peaceful quiet that acted as a respite from the unavoidable banalities that accompanied everyday life in TreeClan. And as the vast majority of his clan had feathers in their skulls rather than brains - his mentor included - he took advantage of every reasonable opportunity he had to avoid the company of all but a select few. So it was with great annoyance that he jolted awake to the sound of a cat screaming as if a tree had fallen on him, and when he realized that it was only Finchpaw - of course it was Finchpaw - rudely waking up the entire den, he briefly calculated how long it would take to chop down the nearest tree.
Or perhaps, Owlpaw noted with faint amusement, he wouldn't even have to work that hard. If looks could kill, Finchpaw would be dead a hundred times over courtesy of Amberpaw.
Silently, the solid gray apprentice listened intently to the words and ideas that the younger apprentices tossed around, gold eyes fixing upon each cat as he or she spoke before examining the reactions of their den mates to get a sense of how well-received each new comment was. It came as no surprise to him that Thornpaw supported the idea just as much as Amberpaw disliked it, though he did make note of Fawnpaw's apparent willingness to break the rules. She, in particular, had always struck him as someone who never crossed the boundary between right and wrong. But no matter - he was, of course, going to support the midnight hunting competition. It would be foolish to pass up such an entertaining opportunity to watch the two most obnoxious apprentices make utter fools of themselves, and if he was lucky, perhaps they might even get in trouble. The catch: how to leave camp unnoticed. Normally, it might not be an issue, but there were two key problems. The first was that Finchpaw's howl had probably echoed through the entire camp, effectively rousing even the most sound of sleepers. The second was that sneaking out generally required silence, and he was confident that the word, let alone the notion, never existed in the younger tom's vocabulary.
"I think I might be able to hunt at night. I've never tried it before--" Lies, all of it "--but it can't be that different from hunting during the day, right?" Owlpaw interjected, eyes bright and expression tentatively hopeful. "I think the dawn patrol would really appreciate coming back to a fresh-kill pile full of prey. I know I would." A small smile flickered across his face. "With all this bad news recently, I think it would be a really nice surprise to make them smile." Amicably, he nodded at Fawnpaw and Thornpaw, even as he directed his steps toward Amberpaw. "And it'll be a lot safer if we all stick together." As he reached her, he paused, and then: "Look at it this way, Amberpaw," He murmured, only for her ears, and her a small, conspiratorial grin as he sidled over to the small she-cat. "If you come along with us, maybe you and I can stop Finchpaw and Thornpaw from getting into too much trouble."
On quiet paws, he glided over to the entrance to the den and listened intently for the barest hint of a disturbance from the other dens in camp. He did not hear anything, though that did not tell him whether someone was sitting upright and listening just like he was. Owlpaw returned to the group. "If you're going to go," He suggested lightly, because as far as they knew, every single word out of his mouth could be trusted. "Then you should go now, before anyone comes and investigates." If he wanted to sneak out, he would lay back down and pretend to be asleep until someone came to investigate the source of the noise - because, in all likelihood, someone would. Then, when they saw that everything was as it should be and went back to sleep, he would make his way out of camp. "But you have to leave quietly, and not all at once. One, maybe two cats at a time. If someone's there, make up a story about going to make dirt or get a drink of water." A cat like Lionstar would likefall for an excuse that obvious and unimaginative as soon as mice began to fly, but as caught up in the rush and thrill of sneaking out as they were, he highly doubted that anyone would point that out. "What if Finchpaw and Fawnpaw go first, then Thornpaw and Amberpaw, and I'll bring up the rear? Maybe we can all meet up somewhere outside of camp."
This was going to be so much fun.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 12:31:25 GMT -5
Let's start a riot tonight, A pack of lions tonightFinchpaW 6 Moons || Tom || TreeClan Finchpaw couldn't help but begin to trace the steps out of the apprentice's possible ways of leaving the den as the rest of the cats around him woke up. His eyes kept dancing around the room, watching the young cats stir and in turn come to their senses. The first to become lucid was Amberpaw.
Finchpaw had almost expected to hear the she-cat's meowing protests, so he wasn't all that startled when she began spewing words, which he knew deep down she totally didn't mean. Finchpaw scoffed slightly as Amberpaw accused him of not being able to hunt, shaking off her negativity with a shake of his ginger coat. "Come on Amberpaw," he said, quieter than he would have if speaking to another cat, "It'll be fine. The warriors will thank us."
His eyes trailed down the row of apprentices, nodding in Fawnpaw's direction, afraid to annoy the she-cat his brother cared about dearly, he smiled. He found himself drawn to her softness, something he often overlooked due to his brother's affection for her, and as she spoke he couldn't help but notice a small flicker dance through her eyes. The rest of the cats awoke shortly thereafter, Thornpaw's words igniting a fire in his brother, who had now taken his best attempt at whispering.
Owlpaw spoke last and as he finished, Finchpaw couldn't help but find himself treading the ground underfoot. "I-I agree with Owlpaw. Not to mention, the sun will start to rise very soon, so if we want to go, go for the sake of the clan, we have to go now."
Without skipping a beat the tom went over to Fawnpaw, his tail flicking with anticipation violently. He looked over at his brother, Thornpaw, ushering the smallest of winks.
As if worried to make too much sound, and sabotage their mission of grandeur even further, Finchpaw found himself biting back words. He nodded in her direction and made his way to the entrance, fully intent on follow the she-cat out of the den and through the Treeclan camp as quietly as he possibly could.
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Post by Justice on Jun 14, 2017 23:11:02 GMT -5
 Amberpaw 7 Moons, She-Cat, TreeClan "I'm not going." She sat down next to her brother. "It seems like Aspenpaw and I are the only ones with common sense. I won't tell, you're free to go and make your own choices. But I'm not going with you. I have too much respect for the rules." She wasn't in any mood to talk about it any longer. She was going back to sleep, and she was staying with her brother.
They both needed to get more rest, to make sure they were completely recovered from, you know, almost dying. It was like none of them considered anything but how much trouble they could get into. She didn't care how much the others teased or cajoled, in the end she was the one that wasn't going to be in trouble with her mentor. And, if they made a fuss about her knowing about it, she'd rat them out in a heartbeat.
Green eyes considered the group as they started sneaking out. She knew who was and wasn't involved. If someone tried to get her into trouble, she'd be telling whoever found them exactly what happened. In the end, it wasn't really about getting prey or not, which she doubted they'd catch anything. It was that she knew what they'd done, and she could use it against them if she had to. In case, you know, she had something to do that could get her into trouble someday.
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Post by Fawn on Jun 15, 2017 18:42:53 GMT -5
 Fawnpaw 7 MOONS - SHE-CAT - TREECLANFawnpaw's whiskers drooped a little, her good mood brought down less by Amberpaw's almost cold dismissal of their group, and more by the sensation that they were... drifting apart. I'll spend the day with her and Aspenpaw tomorrow. There's plenty we can do without stretching the rules, or sneaking out of camp. Was it really so bad, though, to want to explore the forest without their usual kitsitters?
For the more adventurous of the two sisters, it wasn't about disobeying their elders, or spitting on the Code. Fawnpaw had no hard feelings at all about the warrior Code, and she'd be the first to defend it to an outsider; however, there was more to life than just rules.
More than just waiting for the sun to rise so they could start another lesson. Her lessons with Maplebrook weren't boring, but they weren't all she wanted to look forward to each day.
"Thanks for not telling on us, Amberpaw." spring-green eyes lingered on her siblings, Aspenpaw with his unique black markings on a pristine white pelt, and Amberpaw with her pretty gray-furred features that always reminded her so much of Moonfeather. Wishing they were going, but unable to give up on her own decision to go with the toms, Fawnpaw padded to stand between Finchpaw and Thornpaw. "Finchpaw and I are going first, then?"
She tossed a confident smile to Owlpaw, ready to proceed with the gray-furred tom's well-thoughtout plan, when a shadow fell across the apprentices' entrance.
"Is everything alright? Finchpaw, was that you?" It was Appleshade, the pretty warrioress poking her head in to eye each of them with curiosity more than suspicion. Fawnpaw felt a little guilty for thinking it, but having Appleshade check up on them was probably luckier than say, Skyfall or Sprucefur... Fawnpaw held her tongue. She was willing to bend the rules, but she wasn't willing to lie to another cat's face, least of all a senior warrior.
She'd leave the 'convincing' to Finchpaw, it was his big plan anyway.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jun 17, 2017 14:06:37 GMT -5
SOME LEGENDS ARE TOLD, SOME TURN TO DUST OR TO GOLDThoRnpaW 6 Moons || Tom || TreeClan Although disappointed, Thornpaw was not necessarily surprised that Amberpaw vehemently refused to join their expedition. He did find solace in her promise not to say anything, however. Momentary worry flickered through his gaze, the tabby apprentice glancing toward Fawnpaw to gauge her reaction. He read her dejected appearance, and worried for a moment that she too would bow out. But she surprised him yet again. With a grin he hid by lowering his head to lick his chest fur, Thornpaw let an amused thought pass through his mind. Should stop being so surprised by her. She's Fawnpaw, she's awesome!
Figuring that with Amberpaw out of the equation Owlpaw would join him on the next group out, Thornpaw shifted from paw to paw in anticipation, full awake now that the prospect of an adventure had been set forth. Amber eyes considered Owlpaw for a moment, decided that he was pretty cool too. He'd hesitated originally, wondering whether the older apprentice would play into their scheme, but... They had a plan now, and it was all thanks to Owlpaw. Although a little disappointed that Finchpaw was Fawnpaw's escape partner and not him, he tried not to hold onto that.
This is gonna be great! He thought excitedly, watching as the first pair got ready to head out... Only to run face to face into Appleshade. Foxdung! With Fawnpaw falling silent, the tabby tom jumped in, wearing a sheepish grin, without hesitation. "My fault! I was getting up to go to the dirt place tunnel, stepped on Finchpaw's tail! Fawnpaw was... Just volunteering to walk around the camp with him, to walk it off." Shooting Owlpaw a glance knowing that Appleshade was his mentor, Thornpaw could only hope Owlpaw would find something to throw Appleshade off their scent for good. It couldn't all end before it even began! ~300 words @minxxy Fawn Phoenix XD Help us out, Owlpaw! |
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Post by Phoenix on Jul 1, 2017 20:43:33 GMT -5
OWLPAW you'll see him in your nightmares
you'll see him in your dreams ”Appleshade!” He called over, as if there were no other cat in the world that he would rather see. With bright gold eyes, the apprentice turned and greeted her as he always did at the start of their training sessions with a polite touch of his nose to her cheek; they were fairly close, after all. His pleasantly surprised call skillfully masked the annoyance he felt at her poorly-timed appearance, and knowing that he couldn’t afford to be nearly as sharp as his mentor as he wanted – it was frustrating having well-thought out plans go wrong, but he was nothing if not adaptable – he buried that emotion far beneath layers of charm.
And really, he reminded himself, if he had to pick anyone to check up on them, it would have been Appleshade, so he really ought not to complain too much.
With the inexperience that he had come to expect from others his age, Thornpaw spoke up, offering an explanation that was roughly based on his own proposed excuse, and even as he listened to the words tumbling from the other tom’s mouth, Owlpaw began his own mental calculations. The trick with lying was to weave it with enough truth, to leave everything vague enough that the recipient could fill in the details herself without even realizing it. This area of half-truths and implications was one fraught with pitfalls, and one wrong step could bring everything tumbling down around him. This situation, in particular, required an exceedingly delicate touch, for it was inevitable that young toms as loud as Thornpaw and Finchpaw would get caught – and when that happened, Owlpaw did not want to be dragged down with them. Therefore, to lie straight to Appleshade’s face was not an option. Unfortunately.
Offering her a small smile, he hastened to reassure his mentor. ”Nothing except Finchpaw’s tail is hurt, and really, I think he’s just being a little dramatic.” Tempering his words with an understanding ”I can’t blame him though; it’s never fun to have your tail stepped on” he cast a glance toward the other apprentice, willing him not to take offense and completely undo all of his efforts. ”That’s why Thornpaw thought it would be a good idea to have him walk it off. You know how annoying it is to wake up to that.” And then proceeding to have to fix her fur, because the horror of having misaligned fur was simply too much to handle.
”Anyway,” He continued, shifting the conversation away from dangerous ground. ”I’m sorry we woke you up. We’ll be quiet now.” Implied: we’ll be in the den, quiet. Golden eyes cast a glance to the entrance of the den, as if he didn’t already know how early in the morning it was. ”It’s still too early to go out, so I think it would be a good idea if we all went back to sleep for a little while.” Effectively absolving himself of any guilt for what would happen later, because as far as she knew, he fully expected to return to his nest when she left. Owlpaw yawned as if the adrenaline had started fading from his limbs. ”I, for one, know how important it is to be fully rested for training.” This he addressed to his peers with a slight inclination of his head. Moving forward again, he nudged Appleshade lightly with his tail and gave her a sleepy grin. ”Thanks for checking up on us, Appleshade.” Now please leave.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2017 15:21:26 GMT -5
Let's start a riot tonight, A pack of lions tonightFinchpaW 9 Moons || Tom || TreeClan There was a sour note in Finchpaw's throat as he stood at the entrance of the den, his eyes cast longingly in the direction of Amberpaw. As he listened to her speak, the apprentice couldn't help but feel a rush of disappointment flooding over him as the apprentice declared that she wasn't interested in the adventure at hand. Part of him was ready to shout, to tell her that the only reason he wanted to sneak out was to be able to spend time with her, however he bit his tongue, casting a glance at the rest of the cats, unwilling to open himself up in front the the entire apprentice population.
In a whirl of excitement, Finchpaw found himself face to face with Appleshade, a gorgeous warrioress, listening intently on all the words and jargon that were being spewed by the other apprentices. Out of sheer instinct, Finchpaw placed himself in front of Fawnpaw, unwilling to let Amberpaw's sister get in any sort f trouble; Maybe then she would notice him. First was Thornpaw, spewing on about an injured tail. Casting an quick, unimpressed glance back at his brother, Finchpaw quickly took on the imitation that his tail was very badly injured, feigning a sour note across his lips, "You know how clumsy my brother is." the apprentice said with a sort of half laughter, feeding perfectly into the well constructed thoughts of Owlpaw. The story unfolded as the grey apprentice elaborated, creating the perfect scenario to play along to. Once Owlpaw had finished speaking, Finchpaw piped up, his amber eyes twinkling mischievously, "I-I'm sorry to have woken you Appleshade, if it means all the same to you, I would love to walk off the pain before returning to bed. Surely Gorsetail has some crazy training in mind for me and I would rather not disappoint my mentor, the deputy of Treeclan."
As his world slipped easily out of his mouth, Finchpaw couldn't help but cast a sly glance at Owlpaw, seeking some sort of approval from the older apprentice, before shaking himself and trying to slip through the entrance of the den, "It'll just be a minute, Appleshade, do not worry about staying up after us. Really. "
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Post by Fawn on Jul 7, 2017 9:16:40 GMT -5
Fawnpaw 7 MOONS - SHE-CAT - TREECLANFawnpaw made an effort to tidy up her nest, feeling the cold clarity of revelation hit her as she listened to Owlpaw's exchange with his mentor. He's so devious. Finchpaw was about as good at lying as a bird was at flying backwards, and she knew Thornpaw wouldn't lie unless he thought he had a good reason - but Owlpaw? How can he say those things to her without even a shred of guilt? Did Owlpaw truly believe they should go hunt before the dawn patrol wakes up, or was there something else lurking beneath the surface?
Wondering if she'd just uncovered a bad habit in a (previously thought to be) trustworthy Clanmate, Fawnpaw tried to suppress the weird feelings that came with watching a... a scene unfold. Owlpaw's gestures and his words did not match his intentions, and for a quiet, chilly moment, Fawnpaw had to wonder if this was the first time he'd ever blatantly lied to his mentor.
It was Thornpaw who had crafted the story about a sore tail, but Owlpaw adapted to it flawlessly.
Uneasy now, Fawnpaw glanced at her siblings, wondering if it was too late to... choose the boring (but probably more responsible) course of action and stay behind.
Appleshade's yellow eyes softened at the affection Owlpaw showed her, and a low purr emanated from the senior warrior's throat. "Get some rest, all of you. Come along Finchpaw, we'll go for a walk together. The rest of you get snuggled in, it's been a tiring few days." Especially for the ones that had been in the quarantine zone. It warmed her heart to see her apprentice being so reasonable and well-spoken. He was always so forthright.
Fawnpaw tried not to glance at Owlpaw and Thornpaw. What happens to our plans now? Would Finchpaw try to insist she go with him instead? Or could they persuade Appleshade to leave Finchpaw be? It seemed that the pretty warrioress wasn't as easily duped as they'd initially thought - or her intentions, despite being kind, clashed directly with theirs.
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