[Fawn]

TreeClan Deputy Auditions!

Gorsetail, long-standing deputy of TreeClan, will be stepping down due to irreparable injury. Lionstar is once again searching for a new potential successor. Could it be you?

Requirements:

The Character

-25 to 45 Moons is the ideal age range. A young deputy is preferred.
-Any gender allowed. Would strongly prefer female.
-Must be actively training or have trained at least one apprentice.

The Roleplayer

-Account must be 30+ days.
-Activity is a MUST. This is a high rank and there are certain expectations that come with it.
-Must be willing to stay in contact. I understand that real life takes precedence, however being able to talk through Discord for plotting or ‘behind the scenes’ character interaction will make this much easier for the both of us!

Please be aware that your deputy character will succeed Lionstar, who is now approaching his 99th moon. (Clan leaders can live a max of 120 moons, but we’ll see if he reaches that point) If you have no interest in performing ceremonies, assigning mentor/apprentice pairs, starting gatherings and updating the TreeClan Info page seasonally, do not apply!

Please fill out this form:


[b]Cat's Name:[/b]
[b]Bio Link:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Mentored:[/b] Please list names of apprentices your cat has trained, both past and present.

[b]Date Registered:[/b] date your account was created
[b]Do you feel as though you can handle a high ranking position?[/b]
[b]Why do you think your character is a good fit for TreeClan deputy?[/b] No right or wrong answer, just be truthful!
[b]Anything else you want me to know?[/b]


In-Character:

Now for the real test! Below you will find 5 fictional scenarios! Please select 2 (though feel free to answer them all!) and write an in-character response with your deputy candidate, performing AS the deputy of TreeClan.

There are no right or wrong answers, this is just so I can get a sense of your character!

Good luck to everyone auditioning. The auditions will stay open until I have a few candidates to choose from, though Gorsetail will be officially stepping down in Newleaf. So the sooner we can get a new deputy in place, the better. However, I’m willing to wait for the right one!

Expect to thread a lot with Lionstar and me in the coming future.

[Fawn]

Scenario 01

Squirrelfang has been waiting around for you all day. The ginger tom looked increasingly worried, and all but tackled you as soon as you got back from patrol, dragging you away to the Sparkling Brook.
“I need to tell you something.” A look of guilt flashes across his face. “There’s this she-cat I’ve been seeing… Her name is Maplefur.”

You recognize the name, and your stomach plummets. It’s the name of a LightningClan she-cat.

“I… We… She’s carrying my kits. What do I do? I can’t leave TreeClan but I can’t let them grow up without a father!” Squirrelfang hangs his head in remorse. “And I love her. I don’t know who else to tell about this. You won’t tell Lionstar, will you? He’ll exile me!”

Scenario 02

It’s been a hard leafbare. Aspenpaw and Thornpaw are at each other’s throats again, but this time not without good reason. Their stomachs growling, fur sticking to their ribs, they seem to be fighting over a small cardinal one or both of them had caught.

Claws are coming out.

The elders and queens have already been seen to. The sun is going down, this is the last prey to be caught before nightfall.

“I found it first, Aspenpaw!” Thornpaw snarled.

“I don’t care if you found it first, twigbreath! You’re just going to take it and share it with Marigoldpaw!”

“You leave her out of this, dirtface!”

A disapproving warrior shakes their head, and looks your way. “They’re never gonna stop fighting if you don’t do something.”

Scenario 03

You and one of your Clanmates—a denmate from your apprenticeship days by the name of Elmstrike—are out walking near the branch trail, when a strong leaf-fall wind blows through the trees. There’s a wicked crack just behind you both, and a dead tree, rotten with age, splits apart, the boughs crashing right for you.

There is enough time to jump clear of the falling branches, or there is enough time to push Elmstrike out of the way. There is a strong chance that whomever the tree falls upon, will not survive the accident.

Scenario 04

Brindlekit, Dapplekit and Berrykit have gone wandering off in the middle of the night. Poppysong is frantic.

“Keep an eye on her,” mews Lionstar, leading a patrol of six to go out and look for the kits. It’s barely even dawn yet, but you know there’s no time to waste. “We don’t need Poppysong trying to find them herself. Convince her to stay here!”

A queen looking for her lost kits would not seem unusual; you would find the request odd if you didn’t know the truth.

Poppysong was blind.

Behind you, the she-cat wails, pacing the nursery with so much anxiety, you can feel it coming off of her in waves. Poppysong strains one ear in the direction the warriors’ went, as if trying to pick up the pitter-patter of kitten paws on their way back. Upon hearing none, Poppysong whimpers. “What if they don’t find them? Oh StarClan what if they’ve been eaten? I have to try—”

Poppysong tries to get past you, desperate now.

Scenario 05

Lionstar has fallen deathly ill. You are uncertain how many lives he has left or if he will recover, and Bluejay cannot leave his side. Someone needs to address the Clan. TreeClan mills near the ancient stump, and the camp is a wave of whispers and murmurs. The whole forest feels uncertain. The ancient stump is empty.

Before long, your Clanmates notice your presence, and some of the murmuring dies down a little. They are expecting you to speak. To restore order.

[Abyss]

Cat's Name: Foxfire
Bio Link: Bio
Age: 36 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Mentored:
-Dawnpool(NPC/Adoptable)
-Frogleap(unlisted NPC)

Date Registered: Dec 21, 2018
Do you feel as though you can handle a high ranking position?
In the past on another proboard(and currently) I have played a clan Leader. Occasionally I do have days when I'm not on or are busy, but everyone does.
Why do you think your character is a good fit for TreeClan deputy?
"Evil" intentions aside, Foxfire is loyal to Treeclan with all she has and truly does care for her clan. Granted, she thinks that a lot of them are kinda stupid, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't protect them. She is very straight-forward and would not take any crap from the other clans. She has every intention of one day making Treeclan a clan that can be respected and seen as a force to be reckoned with.
Anything else you want me to know?
It is worth mentioning that, should I get this position, towards the end of April and May I will be quite busy with graduation stuff. There's also a chance that I might be getting a job sometime soon. But I will still dedicate as much time as I possibly can to the position.

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Scenario 2
A pair of watchful and narrowed amber eyes watched from the sidelines as the two Apprentices bickered. It was completely understandable that they were doing this, though, for food was difficult to let go of, especially in full-force Leaf-bare. It really was a sad and frustrating thought that Treeclan was even going through this. Treeclan was strong, powerful, capable, yet here it was, two of its younger members fighting in the middle of camp over the smallest of birds. Fully aware that this was causing a scene, Foxfire sat where she was, watching the situation carefully. She took brief notice of multiple other Warriors stopping in the area, watching the situation as well as it escalated. She heard the comment addressed to her from one of her fellow Warriors to her side, yet she did not move. She waited. She watched. Finally, she watched with her own two eyes as the two Apprentices got into a fighting stance. The hisses and emotional lashes that they launched at each other made their way into the red she-cat's ears, yet she still remained motionless. She could see them both shaking, the desire to tear one another apart growing stronger and stronger by the second. All over one cardinal. It seemed small, yet it really wasn't. Just as Aspenpaw bent his legs, ready to launch himself at Thornpaw, Foxfire sprang forward.

Just as he was about to catch air, Foxfire's body collided with his, knocking him to the side. She didn't run into him hard enough to send him flying, but she did knock him off his feet while letting out a low growl. She leaned down and snapped her jaws down on the upper-half of the bird, placing one of her paws on the lower end. When she had a good enough grip, she jerked her head upwards, tearing the bird in two mostly equal pieces, dropping the piece she was holding next to the other and lifting her head. She looked to Thornpaw, giving him a sheathed-claw smack down on his head and doing the same to Aspenpaw.

"If you two want to become Warriors some day, you better start acting like it. Either work together to get this whole clan through Leaf-bare, or forget about becoming Warriors any time soon." Her words were harsh, yes, but the whole clan needed to cooperate if all of them were to survive this rough season. She let out a final growl of disapproval before turning and walking towards the Warrior's den.

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Scenario 3
A falling tree was common in the territory of Treeclan, but a strong wind that wasn't a storm causing this was unusual. As Foxfire and Elmstrike walked along aside each other, trying to catch any scent of prey, a breeze drifted towards them. Luckily, the scent of rabbit flowed along with the cool breeze, catching both Fox and Elm's attention. As they turned to follow the scent, the wind slowly started to grow in pressure in speed. At one point Fox almost saw Elmstrike stumble over at the sheer pressure. She stopped momentarily, turning to check on him when he stopped to lower his head and shield his face from the wind. Suddenly, there was a loud crack. At the sound of the crack, Foxfire's eyes looked right next to Elmstrike and saw the tree next to him already beginning to fall, its shadow looming over him. For a split second, the deep red she-cat considered her options.

She had achieved a part of her goal. She was Deputy. She would be Leader sooner or later. But if this tree were to fall on her, there was a high chance that she wouldn't fulfill her duty. She wouldn't have the chance to claim what her father believed was rightfully her's. But she also had to consider Elmstrike. He was both a childhood friend and a fellow Warrior. If she were to jump out of the way and leave him to take the blow, would the rest of the clan think that she was so self-centered that she allowed a clanmate to die?

Foxfire did have the urge to jump out of the way, and in her mind she truly thought that she was going to. Even her body prepared itself to do so. But at the last second her heart took over, causing her body to lunge forward, slamming into Elmstrike's body and knocking him roughly out of the way. Hearing those final cracks, Fox closed her eyes tightly, her breath escaping her just as she felt the overwhelming weight of the tree hit her back. She didn't know if she had made the right choice. She just had to hope that the situation would turn in her favor and would allow her another chance to become a cat that everyone would respect. A cat that her clan could be proud of. A cat her father and family could be proud of. A Leader.

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Scenario 4
In the mind of Foxfire, all of her clanmates were, to be brutally honest, stupid, unless they proved otherwise. The current situation only confirmed this. How had not only one, but three kits managed to just wander out of camp? It was at night, yes, but you would think it would be much harder for the babies of the clan to just up and walk out whenever they pleased. There were other clans in the valley that were pretty much nocturnal, so you would think that there would at least be a few cats still awake to prevent this sort of thing from happening. Yet it still did.

At Lionstar's order, Foxfire nodded. She had to admit that having to stay in camp while the Leader was out was exactly what she wished for. She currently held the power of the clan in her paws. She was the temporary Leader until Lionstar returned. Despite this, instead of truly feeling that sense of power, Fox almost felt like a babysitter. Now don't misunderstand, Foxfire was not a completely heartless cat; she did feel sympathy towards Poppysong. But only because she was a blind cat who had to deal with kits. After Lionstar and the patrol left, Foxfire found herself sitting at the entrance of the Nursery, facing outwards to keep an eye on the camp. She could hear Poppysong's sporadic breathing and rapid footsteps pacing in circles behind her, but she ignored them. That was until she heard them quickly rushing towards her.

She turned quickly to find Poppysong rushing forward. "I have to try-"

"No!" Before Poppysong could even take a single step out of the Nursery, the deep red Deputy stood and turned her body to block the entrance. She felt Poppy try to push her out of the way, but the she-cat remained still. Her voice had snapped when Poppy attempted to get out, but she had to stop and think. She was a desperate Queen who was missing her kits. Plus, she was blind. The last thing she needed was getting yelled at. Foxfire closed her eyes for a moment, letting out a slow sigh. Channel your inner Russetflower.

Foxfire placed the side of her head against Poppysong's, lightly rubbing her head against the side of the Queen's. "You must stay calm. Lionstar will find them. Those are Treeclan kits; they can take on anything. They are strong, just as their mother is." She pulled her head back, placing her nose against Poppysong's. "They will return to you safe and sound. I promise." Her voice was unusually calm and soothing as she mimicked the way she had heard her mother speak to her aunt in the past when her cousins were young. This might not have worked if it weren't for the change in Foxfire. Everyone knew that Fox was typically strict, demanding, and sharp with her voice when it came to giving orders. Yet right now her voice was very calm and collected, almost the opposite of its usual tone. Somehow, her deep voice being used to soothe rather than order allowed Poppy's nerves to die down a bit.

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Cat's Name: Pumafang
Bio Link: Pumafang | TreeClan | Warrior
Age: 27 moons
Gender: Tom
Mentored: Cougarclaw, Cliffpaw

Date Registered: January 7, 2017
Do you feel as though you can handle a high ranking position?
I definitely wouldn't apply unless I was committed to making sure I'm active enough for the position. I love the idea of TreeClan having another active high rank following Lionstar, and I believe I will be able to take a high rank position on without a problem. I will make sure to notify staff if I will be unavailable for a few days, though making sure I surpass the high rank requirements would be a goal of mine month after month.

I have a lot of fun writing, and with a character like Pumafang, I don't believe finding the muse to post will be much of an issue at all.

Why do you think your character is a good fit for TreeClan deputy?
Pumafang, from the eyes of the clan, is a very loyal, helpful, and confident leader. Although he doesn't bother himself with trivial arguments and doesn't have much compassion, he is a respectable and skillful cat with coherent, foolproof speech and intensely logical mannerisms. He would be an excellent deputy not only due to his respect for others, but also the respect others offer him. He is the epitome of confidence, and Pumafang's intense independence is closely accompanied by a tactical and analytical thought process. He is a very reliable leader and follower, though is most comfortable and best utilized in a position of power and control. He has always been a huge asset to the clan, and many cats already foresee him securing a key role in TreeClan's future, whatever that may be.

Anything else you want me to know?
Well, for what it's worth, I would LOVE some PumaLion threads in the future, whether he gets the position or not! I'd love for Pumafang to have an active role in the clan despite his rank.


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SCENARIO 4:

BELIEVE IN STRENGTH

Pumafang

The news was unfortunate. TreeClan needed every kit to grow into a contributing part of the clan, and the absence of Brindlekit, Dapplekit, and Berrykit had shaken not just their distraught mother, but her clanmates as well. It was just before sunrise, the mother's wails waking even the dawn patrol. News spread quickly, volunteers accumulating rapidly, all eager to scour the forest for the kits. Pumafang himself was eager to bring back his lost little clanmates.

Luckily it was springtime, so at least they hadn't frozen to death, though nighttime predators were common and the kittens wouldn't have stood a chance against anything that tried its luck.

Regardless of all the terrible things that may have happened, Pumafang just wondered how they had managed to escape. He heard Lionstar speak quietly, haste making his leader's voice brusque and assertive.

“Keep an eye on her, we don’t need Poppysong trying to find them herself." Lionstar commanded. "Convince her to stay here!”

Pumafang was mildly shocked that Lionstar would chose him of all cats to comfort the blind queen: the massive, chocolate black tom was likely the least compassionate cat in the clan, and the sorrel she-cat's wailing sent irritation scuttling up his spine like a badger's claws. Despite his preference of fighting off an entire army of foxes over consoling the frenzied mother, Pumafang accepted, dipping his head to his leader.

He turned to the blind, crimson furred queen, watching as she spun around in distress right outside of the nursery. Her sobbing made Pumafang cringe with displeasure, finding it all the more reason to quiet her down. The massive, chocolate black tom approached, his entity noticeable even to those without eyesight.

"Poppysong." His voice resounded as he tried to steal her attention. Poppysong strained one ear in the direction of Lionstar's patrol, as if trying to pick up the soft, dreamy pattering of kitten paws on their way back. Upon hearing nothing but a breathy wind, Poppysong hissed. “What if they don’t find them? Oh StarClan what if they’ve been eaten? I have to try—”

Poppysong tried to shove past Pumafang desperately, though he shouldered her back softly, fear of hurting the delicate she-cat tempering his strength.

"Poppysong," He repeated, his monotonous voice portrayed calmly and authoritatively. "Lionstar himself is leading a patrol of capable warriors. We must find where the kittens escaped."

He gave her a job, and her cloudy eyes seemed to have sparked with intense purpose. Pumafang found that work was the best way to mitigate grief, and it would prove beneficial to know where the kits had slipped away unseen. The hole would have to be patched at the very least to prevent further breakouts.

Pumafang accompanied Poppysong along the edges of camp, poking around, searching for a hole big enough for a kit to escape from. He made sure to make a big deal over even the slightest of things, stalling as much as he could until Lionstar could return.

It felt like hours, though eventually Poppysong's head shot towards the entrance as the patrol walked back into camp, carrying two of her three kittens. The bundles seemed unharmed, though their eyes were wide and teary. Quicker than a lightning strike, Poppysong slipped by Pumafang with intense speed, showering Brindlekit and Berrykit in ferocious licks. Lionstar glanced his way, a look in his eyes that made his blood turn to ice. The colossus made his way to the group, standing by Poppysong and two of her three kits as his leader ushered Brindlekit to speak. Berrykit, his sibling, was hiding from the stares as if she was surrounded by a band of starving foxes.

"I'm so sorry!" The kit cried, shivering in guilt. "I'm- I just- we just wanted to see what it was like in the forest."

Realization that one of her kits had not been collected sent Poppysong reeling towards Lionstar in desperation.

"Where is Dapplekit?" Poppysong's voice an icy hiss as she glared at all of the warriors, curdling their spirits.

"Dapplekit was taken by an owl." One of the warriors meowed sullenly, sending Brindlekit back into a fit of wails.

"Momma, I'm so sorry. It was my idea. It's all my fault Dapplekit's dead!"

Poppysong collapsed in grief, wordless. Pumafang slipped over to Brindlekit's side, licking the brown spotted tom on the head and whispering something softly in his ear. The kit quieted down and let himself be carried by the monstrous black cat to the nursery, Lionstar ushering Poppysong and the warrior who spoke the saddening news holding his daughter, Berrykit, in his jaws.

How depressing. Pumafang thought as he set Brindlekit down in Poppysong's nest, the kit breaking out into sniffling as he scented Dapplekit's fading scent. His blind mother entered the den with her mate, Berrykit hanging from the warrior's jaws. Their eyes were wet with grief.

The tall tom left the family huddled in the nest with one less daughter than they had the night before.

As he exited the nursery, Pumafang noticed Lionstar and the patrol of warriors sharing the news quietly, turning the camp into a river of murmurs and somber thoughts. The massive, chocolate black cat plodded up to his leader respectfully, awaiting further orders.

Whatever Lionstar wanted, Pumafang was his to command.

TREECLAN | WARRIOR | 27 MOONS

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SCENARIO 3

BELIEVE IN STRENGTH

Pumafang

Like always, the day had been uneventful, though the interaction he had with Elmstrike in uncharted territory the night before made the chocolate black tom ponder more than he usually did in a day. It was late evening, and just when he was set to walk into camp, he heard a "psst" from the bramble thicket not far from where he stood. Pumafang waived his tail for the other cats on the evening patrol to go in without him and find themselves something to eat: it was getting colder out and they all needed to use their energy sparingly, productively. Prowling over to the undergrowth, he saw a familiar brown gaze peaking at him through the wiry branches, brown pelt clearly visible even from a couple foxlengths away. Idiot. Pumafang couldn't help thinking, though quickly discarded the brief, unvocalized insult.

"Why are you hiding." Pumafang rumbled monotonously, more of a comment than a question. For the first time in a long time, his eyes flashed with mild curiosity at Elmstrike's presence and lack of stealth. "You know I can see you."

"I wanted to talk to you!"

"What about."

"You're telling me we're just going to forget all about last night?"

"Why would we remember it."

"Because you were amazing!" Elmstrike jumped out of the bushes exuberantly, beckoning Pumafang into the forest. The chocolate black tom was vaguely intrigued by this cat's admiration, but also nominally irritated. "Come on, lets go for a walk like good old times!"

Good old times. Yes, Pumafang remembered his peer, the one who had latched onto him like a flea during his apprenticeship. The more he watched Elmstrike's inefficient, bouncy movement, the more he recalled feeling the same slight annoyance many, many moons ago.

He wished that feeling had stayed in the past.

"Ok." Pumafang's voice reverberated impassively. He didn't necessarily want to go with Elmstrike, though he couldn't help but think the tom was going to get killed if he didn't have a sensible escort. The thought of denying an intense supporter the satisfaction of his company didn't seem quite right anyways, though his decision was rooted mainly in the reality that it was growing colder out, and no cat should be alone with leafbare showing its gelid face. The massive chocolate black warrior padded slowly, lumbering distantly after the bouncing, lighthearted tom.

How uninteresting. The brief, dispassionate thought flashed in Pumafang's head before his mind went to processing his environment.

It was leaf-fall, and the ground was littered with vibrant hues of red, brown, yellow and orange. Most of the day had been quite nippy though evening crept up on the clans sneakily, the sun sinking quickly and much earlier than it had a moon ago. Sunset casted long, chilling shadows across the forest, though Elmstrike didn't seem to mind the growing chill, his fluffy brown pelt puffed up in the amber light. Pumafang couldn't help the inkling of envy that tickled his skin along with the soft, icy breaths of crisp leaffall air.

"I can't believe you took on a fox by yourself!" Elmstrike exclaimed, walking with quick-footed steps beside the plodding Pumafang.

"It was the only option."

"You could have run, or even led it away, but you fought it and killed it like you would a rabbit!"

"It is my duty to serve and protect."

"Yeah, mine too, but...but you destroyed it so quickly. Its as if you fight foxes for a living!" Elmstrike sucked in a gulp of air.

"Thank you."

Pumafang glanced the tom's way with his empty, amber gaze. What a piteous creature. He thought as his eyes traced Elmstrike's form, the tom constantly bounding ahead. The fox was young and weak: it was one of the very few times he was able to actually bring one down single-handedly.

The chocolate black tom saw a lot of fallen branches on the ground ahead, glancing up suspiciously. The oak tree was dead, massive branches stretching towards the sky like Starclan's Claws, though it looked safe for now. That must be reported. Pumafang thought, stepping through the graveyard of sticks with his joyous counterpart. Suddenly, he heard a vicious crack above. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he bellowed at Elmstrike with a blood-curdling yowl.

"Move!"

It was too late, the branches covered too much space for them to escape.

Pumafang launched himself towards his now scrambling companion, shoving him close to the trunk of the tree, listening to the bone-chilling crack, feeling the trunk shiver and split. He noticed a sharp pain in his flank. As all grew still, he spoke calmly to Elmstrike. He could feel the tom pressed up against him, shaking in shock.

"Elmstrike. Are you ok."

No response.

"Elm-" Pumafang growled as he shifted, feeling hot blood oozing down his hindquarters. "You have to get help."

The chocolate black tom heard a small "ok" from between him and the tree. Hissing in pain, he pressed into the fallen branch to give Elmstrike enough room to get out. He felt the warmth of his companion slip away, and the warmth of blood pool at his hind paws. Pumafang clawed his way away from the tree, ripping himself free from the carnage.

Looking back at his injuries, he noticed a shard of bark protruding from his belly. A dull thought slipped through his mind as darkness took over, the presence of his awestruck clanmates swamping his senses. Pumafang heard his mother's heartbreaking lament, husky with the agony of losing her only child.

How disappointing.

TREECLAN | WARRIOR | 27 MOONS

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SCENARIO 2

BELIEVE IN STRENGTH

Pumafang

“I found it first, Aspenpaw!” Thornpaw snarled.

“I don’t care if you found it first, twigbreath! You’re just going to take it and share it with Marigoldpaw!”

“You leave her out of this, dirtface!”

Pumafang heard the disruption, glaring at the skirmish with a mildly annoyed gaze. It had finally started warming up after a long leafbare, though with the more forgiving weather came troublesome hormones. A warrior had turned to mention something to him, though it fell on deaf ears. The chocolate black tom had already lurched to his paws, lumbering towards the arguing apprentices with a menacing gait and flattened ears. He fluffed up his fur and snarled loudly as he came close, snatching the cardinal like a hawk, watching as the youth shrank back in awe. After setting the small red bird down at his paws, Pumafang faced them slowly, amber gaze achingly emotionless.

The apprentices were trapped in his amber pools, commotion stifled to a suffocating silence as the clan watched Pumafang, Thornpaw, and Aspenpaw by the fresh-kill pile. The sun was beating down outside, and it felt like spring, though the prey was still sparse.

"Who caught this." Pumafang spoke dully, nose wrinkling at the scent of the bird. The apprentices glanced at each other shamefully, Thornpaw speaking up quietly.

"Er, neither of us caught it. I found it in the forest not far outside of camp."

"Found it."

Pumafang inspected the bird closely, clawing at the prey suspiciously. The bird looked rather fat for leafbare. He scratched behind the wings, and after one clean slice, worms began wriggling angrily out of the carcass. Pumafang glanced up at the apprentices, shock evident in their gazes.

"That's gross!" Aspenpaw chirped, reeling backwards in disgust.

"Starclan I had that in my mouth!" Thornpaw meowed, backing away.

Pumafang, grabbed the bird by its head and took it outside, burying it in the ground.

How foolish. He thought, slipping back into camp, watching as the bustling of warm bodies continued about their business, the two bickering apprentices now huddled together beside their peers as if nothing had happened.

TREECLAN | WARRIOR | 27 MOONS

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[Fawn]

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