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Maplebrook 

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The bright eyed tabby warrior was heading to the warrior's den for a well deserved nap when she noticed a familar scent was already within. The silver tipped she cat immediately recognised the scent as Duskrose, a newly named warrior who in recent moons had lost her father to greencough. Maplebrook had never been good with dealing with greif and while the news of Sandstrike and the other's deaths had deeply saddened her, she had always been a little wary around emotional cat's, they had a tendency to be slightly unpredictable and Maplebrook was not looking forward to sharing a den with a cat that hated her for the rest of her life, given as Duskrose was only a few months younger than herself. 


But right now the female forced the frown of worry off her face and placed a expressionless mask as she entered the dimly lit warriors den and made her way over to the nest of one of their newest additions to the warrior ranks. Maplebrook was all to aware that the  sorrow atmosphere  of both the camp and the warrior's den would be doing nothing to lift Duskrose's spirits and Maplebrook  was keen to get the usually sweet she cat out and about, take her mind of recent events and perhaps even gain herself a new friend.


Maplebrook was a pretty she cat indeed but beauty did not make friends easily and  as such a cofident was  never something she had a lot of experience with, It was not like she was mean, Maplebrook tried to be friendly, even to those from other clans but nothing seemed to work. Letting out a deep breath the female spoke " Duskrose"  her sweet voice rang out, gently nudging the female awake with a gentle push of her paws. " Come on wakey wakey, lets go for  a walk" she attempted a little humour to lighten the grim atmosphere that seemed to envelop the clan in a mournful cycle that Maplebrook had never really felt comfortable with.

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 #338, 

Hellion 

I may have used a little bit of my old post in here but here is a fresh new thread for all the friendship  

[Hellion]

Duskrose,

Apprentice of TreeClan

Duskrose had found little comfort in earning her warrior name. As the Clan called out her new name, she longed to hear her father's voice in the crowd. The night she spent protecting camp was somber and part of it was in prayer. She spoke freely to StarClan, asking if her father was okay. Seeking any sign that he was proud of her. No sign came, but there was a gentle peace that made Duskrose feel safe. Perhaps that was a sign.

Building her first nest in the warrior's den was a strange feeling, but she did enjoy it. It also helped that a few of her fellow clanmates helped. Some knew the pain she felt having lost a parent themselves. It made her feel less alone, something she needed now more then ever.

Having slept in by accident, Duskrose opened her eyes at the sight of Maplebrook. Flicking her ears and tail before sitting up, the pretty ginger and white she-cat gave a yawn. "Um...okay," She agreed before rising the rest of the way out of her nest. Letting Maplebrook take the lead, Duskrose tried to force a smile. Grateful that Maplebrook thought of her and offered to help her with her grief. A truly thoughtful cat.

She was a bit like spring;
wild as the wind
fickle as the weather,
but her love ran deep as tree roots.

Words ?? Tags @kahani Notes

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Maplebrook 

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Honestly Maplebrook was a little surprised when Duskrose arose from her nest without so much as a glimmer of protest behind her pretty ginger and white features and without a word begin following the silvery tabby she cat into the bustle of camp. Maplebrook had not really expected the female to actually want to spend time with her, she was just a random cat in the clan, sure they had probably played together as kit's since they were very close in age but after Maplebrook graduated to warrior and left the apprentice den behind all those moons ago they had lost contact and especially now with Maplebrook's mentor duties taking up most of her spare time. 

The green eyed she-cat turned to glance at Duskrose as she walked along " Congratulations on you earning your warrior name Duskrose, I am very proud" she smiled at the younger cat for a moment, what she had meant to say was 'your father would be proud but what could the female do with a bunch of condolences, they could not bring back the dead. " Mentorship is next,I am sure you will be great at that as well " she praised her fellow clan cat, though she was sincere in her compliments she was attempting to take Duskrose's mind of the recent tragedy and focus more of the positives, her father would watch over her in Starclan and all will be well. Or at least the optimistic she cat hoped.

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Hellion
Sorry it's so short, I have like no muse when I get sick. 

[Hellion]

Duskrose,

Warrior of TreeClan

Duskrose was truly her mother's kit. Lionsong wouldn't let her sadness hold her down and Duskrose wouldn't either. She'd rise at dawn and push on. She wanted to make her father proud and crying in the warrior's den wouldn't be promoting his memory. Maplebrook provided her a little more meaning by offering to join her, otherwise Duskrose would have spent the time alone.

The two of them had been in the nusery together but rarely hung out. Duskrose was more inclined to play with Dunefang as a kit then with anyone else. Not to mention Dunefang as a young kit was sick with greencough for awhile, which meant Duskrose was often preoccupied with visiting him then she was cocerned with playing.

Flicking her ears as a show of thank you to Maplebrook for congratulating her, Duskrose again forced a smile. "Thank you, its been a long time coming. I've been waiting to be a warrior since I was little," Her voice was soft, a little unlike Duskrose everyone was used to, easily explained by her father's death.

Hearing the mention of mentorship had the she-cat shrugging at the idea. "I don't want to be a mentor right away. I think I'd rather just spend sometime with my brother and deal with the aftermath of what greencough has taken from us," She confessed, feeling guilty at her words. It was a goal for many cats to become a mentor but Duskrose honestly didn't think she had it in her at the moment. She wanted some time to herself and simply focus on her duties. "I want to be a better warrior first before I become a mentor," She added with a downward look before perking her head up slightly to look at Maplebrook with her pretty amber eyes.

"How as training been going for you? Is it easy to mentor a cat? Or a big hassle?" She asked with genuine interest.

She was a bit like spring;
wild as the wind
fickle as the weather,
but her love ran deep as tree roots.

350-ish @kahani Notes

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Maplebrook 

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 The silver tabby paused as Duskrose spoke, first on how she appreciated the other's congratulations and then to Maplebrook's comments on mentoring and how Duskrose wished to become a better warrior before she took on a apprentice. A fact which Maplebrook understood, she would not to have liked having an apprentice when she had just finished her training all those moons ago and while Maplebrook and Duskrose were similar in age, Maplebrook had become a warrior long before Duskrose and she did not really know why. The younger she cat and herself had never been close and as a kit Maplebrook spend most of her time with her sisters and brother while their mother doted over them. 


When Duskrose asked if mentoring was a hassle or if it was easy Maplebrook tilted her head as she thought about the answer. To her mentoring was not difficult, she had a talented apprentice who listened to what she said and Maplebrook liked to think that they got on alright. " No mentoring is not a hassle in fact watching their faces when they finally grasp that concept that was alluding them is rather rewarding but I understand why it might be better to spend some time as a regular warrior before taking on an apprentice, you never really have time when you are being relied on to shape the next generations minds, I know my mother finds the fact that I cannot visit as much as she would like a little hard to swallow" She finished, tossing a fleeting glance to the elder's den where Maplebrook's own mother was sitting instructing a few unfortunately apprentices on how to 'properly' clean her nest and Maplebrook affectionately rolled her eyes at the old she-cat, her mother was infamous for being rather bossy to apprentices.

" I am sure Lionstar will give you an apprentice once he thinks you are ready and while they seem a little frightening at first, most of them are sweet... Unless you get an apprentice like Thornpaw" she mused aloud her eyes drifting to the apprentice den that Duskrose had so recently graduated from, Maplebrook made no secret of her annoyance with the young tom  and while she may appear mean to the outside eye, deep down everyone knew that the silver tabby did care about the male and would protect and teach him as much as she would Fawnpaw. 

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#400, Hellion

[Hellion]

Duskrose,

Warrior of TreeClan

Duskrose kept up her forced smile as Maplebrook talked about shaping the next generation. The way the other she-cat talked about it didn't make it seem too bad, but it was daunting. She barely considering herself full grown. She missed the time when her father would call her his little warrior. The time before she realized how difficult life was. When it was all perfect.

The task of shaping future warrior would be the near last thing she'd ever ask for. She wanted to hold on to be young for as long as possible.

"I'd honestly like to wait as long as possible. I don't want to be a leader or anything so being a mentor isn't a big deal," Duskrose added.

The mention of Thornpaw had that forced smile turning into a real one. She knew of Silentsong's little tom-cat. While she didn't spend much time near the nursery anymore, it was good to know that the green couch hadn't hurt them.

"Thornpaw might be a little terrible tom-cat now but I'm sure he will mellow out. Most cats do," Duskrose told Maplebrook as she lazily flicked her tail back and forth.

"Thank you for talking to me, it makes everything a less more bearable," Duskrose finally said, looking down at the ground for a moment.

She was a bit like spring;
wild as the wind
fickle as the weather,
but her love ran deep as tree roots.

Words ?? Tags @kahani Notes

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MAplebROOk

23 Moons || She-Cat || TreeClan

To any other cat Duskrose's behaviour seemed abnormal for the usually happy she cat but right now Maplebrook understood that her nusery mate did not feel like smiling or socialising much but Maplebrook was worried and refused to let the pretty she cat fall into a depressive hole that she may not be able to get herself out of. However when the topic changed to Thornpaw Maplebrook could not help but notice the way the younger she cat's smile lit up with such genuine interest before the newly named warrior offered her own opinion on the top. 

"I feel for Silentsong every time I see him, she is an incredable cat for dealing with that pesky pile of fluff." Maplebrook tried to make her voice sound annoyed when she spoke about the young tom whom her own apprentice was so interested in, but all that came out was the small half hearted annoyed tone that an older sister may use on a younger sibling. She did indeed like the tom more than she let on, he made Fawnpaw happy when her family was sick and Maplebrook could do nothing to ease the loner born cat's mind. 

Maplebrook had never really considered Fawnpaw as a loner despite her mother being born and raised one outside the valley, instead she had accepted that this little family was apart of Treeclan now without a speck of hesitation. Duskrose's words of thanks bought Maplebrook out of her thoughts and for a breif second the green eyed female blinked at her companion with a vacant expression before she gathered her thoughts. "Oh well you are welcome Duskrose, I am always here if you need someone to talk to" she offered not smiling now as she felt that may be a little inapproirate. Maplebrook had never been good at dealing with grief, she had never really experienced it and if it was anything like she saw Duskrose go through, she never wanted to. 

She was a princess,

with the strength of a warrior

Hellion